I can't believe it

I heard this song floating around and finally figured out who sang it...
Damn it Lupe you did it again, awesome song, can't wait to hear the album.

I wish I could sleep with some waffles in my arms right now....

Here's to a new season

Whoop! it's time for another amazing season of the Lake Show! Here's a little something for the big season ahead.


My Proposal to Women this Halloween

You go around dressing scandalous, and I won't call you a slut and call your dad. I'll go around with my airsoft guns as the Call of Duty Black Ops guy and you won't call me crazy and call the cops.


And Bao, you can go hang out with me on Halloween and dress up as the Other guy from Black Ops.

Question Time, Oh Yeah


first: uncode
second: answer

1. Waht do you tnhik aobut citaapl penshimnut?
9. Eevr had a tahi msasgee?
2. Is rveegne smeotmies jsutieifd?
4. Wluod you gvie yuor lfie to svae snoemoe esle's?

6. Wcihh are yuor foravite amainl(s)? why?
7. If the wolhe wrlod wree lninstieg, waht wloud you say?
5. If anoednabd anole in the wesndliers wolud you srvuvie?
10. Popcorn chicken
3. Msot htaed lteter in the aphalebt?
8. Waht wluod mkae the Bible eesiar to raed?

1. No, it's too easy for the person who usually does something incredibly horrible.
2. No, it's ALWAYS justified ;)
3. K, stupid silent bastard.
4. Yes, i want to believe i could
5. Heck yes i could! lol at least i want to believe i could
6. Polar bears: They can't live without cold weather,
Penguins: they're always suited up
8. Pictures and pop outs. and maybe less pages?
9. No
10. Amen

I want more popcorn chicken, oh yeah.
I can stop whenever I want, but why stop when it's so good!
oh yeah
oh yeah


Because Lisa took my post about questions.... bastard.... i'll write something about how much i love waffles.

WAFFLES: Breakfast of ze gods!!!

Waffles are just absolutely amazing, they are always good to me and I want them all the time. Waffles are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside...perfect! Waffles taste SOOOOOO delicious by themselves but add a little ice cream, syrup, or chocolate and you're in heaven ;) ! I can say that my life would not be as great as it is now if it weren't for waffles. Before waffles all i knew was pancakes. Don't get me wrong pancakes are good and all but waffles just blow them out of the water. Waffles are the upgraded pancakes, they're pancakes with all the pros and none of the cons, they have everything i need!!! Look at a pancake...it's whatever, now look at a Waffle...DUC GIESU KITO! Not even the best looking pancake can compare to a waffle. If Zeus or Odin had to pick between the last pancake or waffle, I'd be screwed and left with pancakes. I'd be crying while i was eating my pancake, just wishing it were a waffle. If i were to have to go back to pancakes life would never be the same. I LOVE WAFFLES!

Poll: Waffles or Pancakes?

I miss waffles...

Questions of the week...

...or month in this case. lol

1) If you had to move to a state besides the one you currently live in, where would you move?
2) What's the worst thing about being your gender?
3) What time did you sleep last night?
4) What was the last thing you purchased?
5) Favorite number?

Willy Bob says...
1) Love coastal areas so definitely Hawaii.
2) Having monthly mud slides...aka periods and everything that comes with it (ex. mood swings, cramps, bloating, etc.)
3) Around 4am since I was chatting it up with Motha Russia.
4) Chicken sandwich and curly fries at Jack in the Box.
5) 8! The day I was born and it represents infinity and balance. It just so happens that Kobe's first Lakers jersey number was 8. *sigh we're meant to be =p

And now for your entertainment...

This girl's got balls (in a good way)



In this Mexican city, there are so many public official assassinations by the drug cartels that no one ran for police chief except for a 20 year old woman in college with a Criminology degree. My first two instinctive reactions:

1) She's brave, and kinda crazy. More crazy then brave, but I still highly respect her courage.
2) The cartels would be stupid to assassinate her. Her martyrdom might be the last straw that gets the community to unite and fight back against the cartels.

There was a story from awhile back where one Japanese person who was loved by the community was slain by the Yakuzu for being openly defiant. The community banded together and cleansed the town of crime lords and their thugs. The huge difference is that it was mostly swords versus swords. Unfortunately for the Mexican law-abiding citizens it would be knives versus RPGs. Which is why this new chief is their last hope. Best of luck to you, BiA will be rooting for you.

Asian Pride

Flashback: Junior year in high school. Mexican artists dominate the radio waves. Some songs are cool, but some are lame (Gasolina anyone?). I was wondering if Asians could ever make it big on the music scene. At that time, all I knew was Chuckie Akenz and the V-Unit, and their music sucks. After seeing that I thought killing myself would do the world a favor by removing one Vietnamese from the world.

But now the time has come! "We number 1! A-sia! Not B-sia!" (copyright Vincent Truong)

There's always a downplaying of Asians in culture in movies and music. Can't our comedians be normal? Did you notice the popular ones that white culture likes are the self degrading ones? Bobby Lee, Ken Jeong, Dat Phan. But that's another conversation for another day. For now... Congrats to Far East Movement for dominating KIIS, POWER, AMP, and also K-A-L-I 106.3




This song can get repetitive and doesnt make sense "slizzard, sizzurp" what the hell?? But I gotta admit the song has grown on me. You CANNOT listen to this beat and NOT get into it.

If you haven't seen the music video yet, check it out. The girl in the red dress is very ... charming. This video makes Koreans look pretty damn ballin. Maybe part one of Kim Jong Il's plan to take over the world?

A little history about the end of JnXgo

eSo while I was talking to certain someone the subject of video games came up and why I don't really play so much anymore. My answer: because I've played enough video games, I'm tired of video games. I've been playing video games since I was a little kid starting with the Original NES back when Duck Hunt was forbidden and Doom was Satan. Here's a list of Consoles I've owned: NES, Super NES, Gameboy Pocket, Gameboy Advance, N64, Xbox, Xbox 360. I've spent several hours on several games on each of the consoles. I can only track how many games I've beaten on the Xbox 360. I've owned and beaten 42 games on my Xbox 360 alone!!! Easily 200 hours on single-player, then add the countless hours spent playing online... Sure, everyone plays video games and a lot of people played their consoles as much as me, but that's only consoles. What really sets me apart are the hours I spent on the computer, especially with World of Warcraft. Here's an image of my Xfire which is a program that tracks hours spent playing games on my computer.

And that's ONLY when I had Xfire turned on and running, so you can pretty much double that and add some for an estimate of the total time I've played video games on my computer. I went from Counter-strike 1.5 all the way to Source, and even played a lot of Day of Defeat, spent lots of time practicing and scrimmaging for clan matches. Then there was World of Warcraft, this was as important as the air i breathed. Simply put, I played WoW A LOT. I remember back when I played WoW (EVERY DAY for 3.5 years) I would check my time played and it hit the months marker... as in hours added up to equal all the hours in a month...

It's just time for this gamer to move on. Don't get me wrong, I'll sit down and enjoy a game here and there


My gamer soul is burned out, I've got nothing left for video games, I'm done living for video games, at least for now if not forever. . I'm transitioning from a life of video games to more of a social life outside of the gaming world. Since I was a little kid, I never really had a life outside of video games. When i think about it, even when it came to friends it was always about video games. I ate, drank, and dreamed video games. Video games was my schedule, it ruled my life. But I can't say I regret it completely.

I had A LOT of fun spending all those hours playing video games, my priorities were out of order and I could only see video games. "Wait shouldn't you regret only being able to see video games?" Yes and No. Before it was video games first, everyone/thing second but with video games out of the way i can see clearly and now I can truly appreciate everything I have and everyone I know. It's funny but Video Games was a big part of my life and part of the reason I am who I am now, and well... I love who I am =]. So if you see me not wanting to play video games so much anymore, you'll understand why and though some people maybe upset with this, it's just something that was inevitable.

I've got new things to live for now!!


I love Conan =]

Sacred Hoops

I jacked the Column Title from one of Phil Jackson's books, where he talks about how he's been able to infuse Zen and Cherokee spirituality into basketball. I merely want to elaborate on the teamwork aspect of the "beautiful game" (that also, is jacked from the world's nickname for soccer).

A game of basketball played by five people who are well-versed in all the basics (both in individual offense and defense, but more importantly: team offense and team defense) is the most pure expression of friendship that I know.

Think about it: friendships are about having each others' backs (if one guy gets past your teammate, rotate over on defense to help) and trust (once you rotate, another teammate will rotate over to cover your spot). Also you know someone well enough to know when they are better off with some space (Jon is highly efficient with the ball in the post) and when to give them a helping hand (Bryan likes a screen to get open for a shot). It's about helping your friends when you see they're struggling ("Don't think about the miss, just shoot") and congratulate them when they do well (a slap to the butt is always appropriate).

There's no jealousy or envy. Teammates are more than happy to ride each other's hot streaks, because it contributes to the whole team. On a fast break, no one cares who ends up with the ball and scores, the team wins either way.

But there's a difference when you have a team with people that play like they have to prove something, like the fact that they are the best person on that court. There's tons of bad shots taken and bad possessions. Distrust breeds distrust and soon you have a group of people not wanting to pass because they know they won't get it back. I think it's an ideal metaphor for a group of people working together who don't work as a team. You end up with a train wreck because of a few people who want things their way all the time.

Morale of the story: the whole is greater than the sum of the parts... so go find friends who play basketball as a team, and go win (while having tons of fun) .... then apply it to real life. Win-Win situation! Now you know why we're called Ballers in Arms.

Everything2 Why you should use pencils instead of pens (idea)

"Pencils are infinitely better than any pen. Go through your pencil holder right now and remove all the pens which do not belong there any way because naming rights! That said, the beauty of the pencil lies in its base interaction with the user. When one gets hold of a pencil, its capacity to be used must be formed by you the user. It then becomes your own. Its relative sharpness or dullness reflects your own personality. Some uptight types insist on it being perpetually sharp and long. Others are more deliberate about their pencil point, some run it down to the ground before sharpening again. As one who draws with a pencil I prefer to slowly whittle down the sharp point from use until it reaches a perfect balance of dullness to sharpness ratio which makes for the absolute best medium in which sketching and shading can be accomplished.

The length of one's pencil is another customizable feature notably absent from any decent pen (jerry rigging aside). Most prefer a decent length, while of course the 3/4 to 1/2 length being ideal. I enjoy using the pencil until the very edge of the eraser metal. I can gauge easily my usage of this particular implement and the many adventures we have been through, notes in class, doodles on the margins, sketches of trees in the park, or simple notes about grocery shopping. The pencil not only engaged in these activities of my daily life, but it accompanies me along with my journeys where ever I happen to go.

The pencil sustains scratch marks from wear and tear, indentations made by finger nails during boring lectures, and teeth marks while cramming for finals. Sometimes I draw pictures with my thumbnail, patterns or even words. All of these marks remain, although inevitably it is erased and turned into shavings as its use weighs on the graphite clay mixture within it.

The eraser is a personality unique to each individual pencil, some work wonderfully leaving clear paper behind while others do nothing but smear. This is a clear advantage of the pencil however, erasing allows one to tinker with the drawing or the written word until it comes out as desired. The pencil is forgiving and will allow you to fully express yourself. The color of the marks it makes are far more beautiful than any left by ink. Its marks may be light, heavy and dark and everything inbetween, a flexibility the pen greatly lacks in its entrapped black (or blue) and white world.

Our love for the pencil has lead us to construct special homes for them, the pencil holder. Recently invaded by assortments of pens, markers and highlighters, the pencil shares this home reluctantly comfortable in the knowledge of its true purpose. While formally shaved with a simply knife, we have seen fit to construct special machines specifically for the purpose of sharpening them. We called these "pencil sharpeners". The classic hand crank we all remember from elementary school. More recent bastard electric varieties have crept in, robbing our youth of the beautiful experience of examining the interior workings of the human powered machine. But luckily, the personal and transportable sharpener will likely always be the same razor blade based system.

The pencil is so ubiquitous that I no longer even purchase them any more. I find them on the ground on sidewalks, in buildings or left on tables. I pocket every one and bring them home to be used whenever the current friend meets its inevitable end. This always brings a sort of sentimentality to the pencil, some where on its journey it was abandoned specifically in order to meet me. Our fates were intertwined. It becomes a friend. Its hexagonal shape allows for more enjoyable fiddling than a boring circular pen could ever allow. The pen is sterile, indifferent, uniform and boring. The pencil is the durable friend, comfortable, fun, as changing as you are, and as reflective of your own person. The pencil is beautiful" - aswerfawf -www.everything2.com



The Lore of the Last Stand

Being a lover of history, I was on wikipedia for a few hours today jumping around links when I got to a subject that I couldn't stop thinking about. What is it about a last stand that pulls so strongly on the human emotion? Is it because a band of brothers sacrifice themselves to save the lives of others? Or is it because these men would rather die on their feet than live on their knees? I think it's amazing because these people have found something worth dying for. And really, what is a life worth if you have nothing to live for? One last stand in particular stands out the most to me, and I'll get to that at the end. The last stands by the Spartans at Themopylae, the Texans at the Alamo, and Brits/French at the Dunkirk evacauations all had the same thing in common. They delayed the enemy so that their comrades could re-gather and fight. They sacrificed their lives with a strong faith that victory was sure to follow. And in those three cases, they did win: The Greeks allied to defeat the Persians, the Texans beat the Mexicans, and the Allies took back France from Germany. But the story of the South Vietnamese 18th Division really makes me want to tear up out of sadness and pride in these soldiers. The difference in their last stand is that they knew they were going to lose. There was no hope left. Political strife tore apart the Southern government, and the Americans had deserted. They lost their homes and families, the only thing they had left was the rifle in their hands and the buku balls in their pants and by God they were gonna use them. The majority of them must have been like 18-21 years old. And I'm a 23 year old wondering whether I should buy Medal of Honor or Call of Duty :/

Here's their story from Wikipedia

The 18th Division was an infantry division in the III Corps of the Army of the Republic of Vietnam (ARVN). The U.S. Military Assistance Command Vietnam considered the 18th as undisciplined and was well known throughout the ARVN for its "cowboy" reputation. In 1975 the 18th was made famous as the only ARVN division that stood fast and refused to surrender before Saigon fell.

During the last major battle of the Vietnam War, the vastly out numbered 18th Division stood and fought at Xuan Loc, 38 miles north of Saigon. This battle is considered the epic last stand of ARVN forces, where the 18th earned the name "The Supermen". It was commanded by General Le Minh Dao, a smart, conservative and emotional commander. The 18th made a defiant apocalyptic last standagainst communist forces in Xuan Loc, a city strategically important for intersecting five main routes. The fierce fighting raged for two weeks. The 18th Division, outnumbered 7:1 by the Vietnam People's Army (VPA) forces, all but destroyed three VPA divisions before finally was overwhelmed by superior numbers. The division was forced to evacuate from the city on April 21, 1975, nine days before thefall of Saigon. Upon learning the 18th had lost "Xuan Loc" that afternoon at 3:00pm President Nguyen Van Thieu made a tearful televised speech that was broadcast around the world in which he blamed the United States for abandoning South Vietnam; he closed the speech by resigning the presidency. The 18th was finally destroyed while defending Bien Hoa Air Base.

There's also stories of airmen that fought until the end. The majority of Air Force planes stripped their planes of armaments and deserted to Thailand or American carriers, but some took off with a full payload and attacked the enemy until they were shot down.

This is a picture of two soldiers from the 18th.

I think what's more amazing about the 18th that they had that reputation for being mavericks. It goes to show you that no matter what other people think of you, if you know you're right, just do what you do. There's always an opportunity for redemption. You'll get your respect and your actions will echo in eternity.

Rest easy brothers, you're free now.

Lamborghini Sesto Elemento

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Thanks for reading, i don't care if you were bored =P

0-100 in 2.5seconds!? I'll take 3!

Fast Don't Lie

LMFAO! HAHAHah! last seconds killed me hahah.

Lightning Fast

That's why the Chinese would win in a game of Ninja


Chicken Nuggets are made from this pink goop. Looks like ice cream, yum!

Chicken Nuggets Are Made From This Pink Goop

"This is mechanically separated chicken. Chickens are turned into this goop so we can create delicious chicken nuggets and juicy chicken patties. It's obscenely gross and borderline alien but it's not going to stop me from eating nuggets. They're too good.

The process works a little something like this:

There's more: because it's crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.

Yeah, that's just disgusting. But I can't shake my roots. I'm a chicken nugget fan (and all around fast food guy) for life."

DELICIOUS! Seriously looks like strawberry ice cream.