E tThe Berkeley Archives: Jon Yip Talks to Himself

A Systematic Commentary On My Life At Berkeley


Spring 2003


Week 15: Time Was Running Out



4-20-2003

IV was good. The drama went well even though we kind of screwed up the order of scenes, and the punch I delivered lacked good sound effect because my jacket was kind of loose. The seniors planned some sort of senior large group at the end of the semester; that kind of dragged on for a while so Shirley and I just left and went home by BART.


It was about 12-something by the time I actually got home. Tim and Les were all packed up and stuff for Mexico... I talked with Mom & Dad for a long time about various things... then what do you know, they start trying to pry into my love life!!!!!!! EVERYONE IN THE WORLD IS IN ON IT!! And it is entirely baseless, as no one even has evidence or confirmation that a life of this nature even EXISTS (however, I AM 20 years old so I won’t blame you if you find it rather hard to believe that it doesn’t).


MOM: So Jon! I heard from someone that you might like a girl!

JON: What!? Why does everyone suddenly want to know about this??

MOM: Oh, you know, you’re a handsome boy, and people want to see the Prince fall in love and marry the Princess.

DAD: Yeah, provided the “Prince” has a job.


But at least Mom agreed with me in saying that it’s best for me not to tell people about it because in the end it could turn up hurting people. So I’m stickin’.


On Saturday, hm, I went to the library, checked out some DVDs, then went to worship practice. It was a little messy because we didn’t have a drummer and some of the songs kind of fell apart. We practiced the song I wrote, and that turned out pretty well.


After practice I FINALLY laid down a reference piano and vocal track for “Unrecognizable.” MAN. Even though the tracks aren’t actually going to be used, at least we’ve STARTED. Oh man, when I was recording the piano track, and I messed up, or decided to change tempos, and had to re-start, it brought back vivid, horrible memories of last year... the late nights, screwing up over and over again... and over again... oh man. But thankfully, after I changed the tempo, I did the whole thing in one take. Then I did the vocal reference track, also in one take. So that was cool.


Then I went to drop off Tim’s math homework at his classmate’s house. Then I got a haircut at Sunny Cuts. It was the same girl as last time, but this time I was at the chair with the “Kim” name tag, so I don’t know if her name is “Kim” or “Thuy.” But she did a good job. At Sunny Cuts, her haircuts are probably the best, which is odd because she’s younger than most of them. All the old ladies in there, getting manicures and stuff, were talking about back in the day, when they as little girls would spend all Saturday making their Easter dresses. Haha... sometimes I wish I could have lived back in those days...


Grr, I had to mow the lawn because Tim left it 1/3rd done... ugh it was troublesome because it was really long and kind of damp, so the mower got all clogged up... dude what a hassle. For the rest of the night I just chilled at home with Mom & Dad. At 9:30 or so, Dad and I decided we wanted to go rent the new Harry Potter movie so we went out to Hollywood and got it. The DVD was supposedly “guaranteed” to be in stock, but it wasn’t. Dad could have gotten a rain check for FREE for it but instead he PAID MONEY to get the crappy VHS tape!! Later he regretted it and wished that he was more assertive. Oh well.


Even though it was crappy VHS quality, full-frame, mono sound from the ghetto VCR, I was completely engrossed and entertained! Wow, I thought the first one was OK, pretty good, but this one was WAY better! It was scary and funny, and exciting, and the story was really good. Now I wish that I had seen it in the theatre; that would have been AWESOME. Then I made transparencies for worship.


Went to church at 9:00 today for worship practice. Tony is back! Amy is also back! I find it extremely cool how Biola chooses to have spring break during Easter, whereas ghetto universities like Berkeley intentionally make it so it doesn’t coincide with the “Christian” holiday, however secularized it has become. Disturbing, isn’t it?


Worship was really good! I was pleased with the results, they all did a good job and I think the congregation was pretty open today, despite the lack of people (due to the Mexico trip). Leedah and I were the MCs; Pastor Liu did the sermon, which was really good. My song went well even though Steve’s guitar didn’t pick up (faulty cable). At the end of service Leedah started ranting like a maniac to the congregation, telling random stories with no point or moral. Everyone was like “what the heck is he doing?”


I had heard people saying that they were going to Wendy’s to eat, so I went. I drove Wayne, Tiffany, Amy, and Joie. Upon arrival we found no one from church there. Nevertheless, we ate there and had a great time, chatting and going about assorted things. (Later I found that they went to the DRIVE-THRU. Sheesh, thanks for letting us know.) But we had lots of fun ourselves so I don’t regret that.


I drove Tiffany and Amy home (to Tiffany’s house. Wayne kept on menacing us from his car, revving his engine at stop lights and firing spitballs at my car at every opportunity), then went to Barnes & Noble with Wayne so I could pick up my book for class that I’m supposed to read. We browsed around also, just for kicks, looking at the clearance tables and such.


At home, I rested, and fell asleep on the couch. Packed, played drums, ate dinner, then Wayne picked me up to go to Berkeley. We picked up Leon and Steve Yang (he’s visiting Berkeley so he’ll be sleeping over tonight) and also Elliot. Mad banter and joking ensued. Leon fronted an especially awkward and unusual one which I won’t reproduce here.


Tony called me up and told me to listen to his answering machine. It was really funny; it didn’t sound like him, but he was pretending to be this serious CIA dude and it was just really funny. Steve played a lot of video games. I joined for a while but it tired my eyes because I was focusing so hard. Action games require a lot more concentration than RPGs or racing or sport games or whatever.


Kind of funny story: today Tiffany gave me this bag of cookies to give to Shirley. So of course I was joking and everything about how she would never see them, how they would never make it to Berkeley, etc. Anyhoos, I had brought them up and forgotten about them. So I was sitting at my computer minding my own business when Shirley suddenly shouts “WHAT COOKIES???” I jumped in my seat, for real. Now, a little earlier I had given Steve a couple of my fudge cookies that Leon bought me a few weeks ago, so I thought she was talking about THOSE (I assumed she had seen him eating them and wanted a piece of the action). So I said “oh, OK” and got the package and plopped them down next to her. Then she said “THOSE ARE THE COOKIES???” And suddenly I realized that she meant TIFFANY’S cookies. Hahaha! Nuts...


Another kind of funny story (or rather, AIM conversation) with Andrew, concerning these very journal entries:


ANDY: Now I think we should all update our songwriting techniques

ANDY: and have the Holy Spirit renew/update our spiritual lives daily

ANDY: So that we can write new songs with updated spiritual and musical styles

ANDY: And what do you know, I need to update my antivirus software right now

JON: hahaha?

ANDY: And I'm sure we wouldn't mind an update from the Mexico Mission trip

ANDY: And I'd certainly like an update from John Kua on any UV2003 news

JON: yeah

ANDY: Jee, my dorm is kinda old, I hope they update the building soon

ANDY: and I hope my professors will update me on what's goign to be on the 3 midterms next week

ANDY: And Jon, I hope you update your hairstyle, for it makes you look like a monkey

JON: as a matter of fact

JON: I did

JON: yesterday

JON: CHOP

ANDY: hehe nice

ANDY: I thank you for your update on your current status

JON: oh, and

JON: a few moments ago I posted an update on the berkeley archives

ANDY: Oh, well what do you know

ANDY: I never would've guessed

ANDY I guess my

ANDY: SUBTLE hints

ANDY: somehow made its way into your mind

JON: OHHHH

JON: AHAHAHAA????

JON: OH MAN

ANDY: You are very keen, my updated friend

JON: I DIDN'T EVEN

JON: aaaaahahhh??

ANDY: hEr?

JON: I was like, "hm, I guess andrew is just trying to be funny or something by repeating this random word"

JON: AAAHHAHAAHAH???

ANDY: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

JON: and then I just happend to update the archives

ANDY: That one... HAHAHA....

ANDY: ALMOST

ANDY: topped Leedah's bookselling

ANDY: hahaha

JON: and I was like "oh, now I have something to play back to andrew in his game"

ANDY: I'm still loling

JON: HAHAHAHA???

ANDY: yes

ANDY: that's the silver medal

ANDY: hahahahahahahaha

ANDY: Leedah still gets gold though



4-21-2003

Got up 9:00 today even though I woke up considerably earlier. Steve went off to some tour of Berkeley and I did random stuff that I can’t remember, as usual. Oh man it’s completely blank...


Class was awful... I fell mostly asleep for the majority of the time. I was glad when it was over.


Steve was still around when I got back. He played some video games for a while, and I chatted with Ben about various things... most importantly, we bought tickets to The Matrix: Reloaded for opening day!! AWW YEAH it’s gonna be a sweet Thursday! Then I watched Insomnia, which I thought was OK. I quickly prepared a chunk of pork for later and rushed to the decal.


Instead of watching a movie like usual, we watched clips from different movies and then had to break into small groups and discuss various topics about Asians in cinema. One clip that kind of bugged me was from Margaret Cho’s I’m the One That I Want. EVERY SINGLE “joke” was playing off of some Asian stereotype. She hardly even said anything. All she would do was make faces, do racist “Asian” dances and accents, and whine and bitch about being Asian this and being Asian that. I personally thought it was so retarded. What is she going to do once she runs out of stereotypes to act out? It just shows that she doesn’t know how to be funny without using her heritage as a springboard. A REAL comedian can be funny without selling themselves out every 2.5 seconds by lampooning their own race.


Another movie clip that freaking pissed me off was from Kung Pow: Enter the Fist. OK, I can see how in the freakin’ FORTIES they would use white people acting as Asians, and that was bad enough, but TODAY, in the 21st CENTURY??? WHAT THE FREAKIN’ HELL?? It was one of the most racist crocks of shit I’ve ever seen. UGH. If he had put on blackface and made a movie about retarded slaves in the 1800's who went around be dorks and clowns, he would be lynched.


Anyway, came back, cooked the pork, and some broccoli, and also some soup. Leon started playing GT3 at about 10:15 (“Tell me to stop at 10:30,” he said. “Hold me accountable.”). At 11:30, he finally gave up trying to get the Rally license, it’s impossible.


OH I remember what happened this morning. I got into a fit because Leon kept saying stuff like “guys are dumb” and all this crap and I got herra mad at society and the world and the TV and everybody and everything because I really hate that kind of thing, even (especially) in joking because of how far it permeates male mentality and jacks us up. So I ranted for a really long time to him and Shirley about how screwed up this whole thing is, and Shirley kept retaliating with the whole “women-are-suppressed” story, and Leon did nothing but continue to spew his self-degrading nonsense.


LEON: I’m just a stupid sex-addict!


Well, I lost a lot of breath over that. Anyhoos, back to tonight. Leon was playing GT3, and Shirley brought back this chocolate satin pie thing that was like everything good, pure, holy, wonderful, and heavenly, put into pie form. I had to down 4 cups of milk to get it through my system. Oh man... what a pie.


I started reading Dogeaters but I haven’t gotten very far. I have been overcome mentally and emotionally by a number of things. I have lost what little will I had to read. I played some piano. I just feel tired of it all. I wish I could fast forward things a little, like by half a year, or a year, or two, and have everything be OK. But that’s not how it works.



4-22-2003

Woke up at about 8:00 but then went back to sleep again until... 10:00? I actually did some reading from that lame Dogeaters book. I ate food. That’s about all I can remember. It was nearing 2:00 and I was planning to go to class but it was such a beautiful day outside, and also there was no chorus, so why wreck a good thing... and for once, Shirley actually ENCOURAGED me to skip class. Whoa...


So I went to the Bearcade to pick up some tickets to Confidence on Thursday but they ran out. I went to the job fair and browsed about for about an hour, trying to talk to various people at tables. I left a resume with SCORE!, Amax (some computer parts company), and Yahoo. I talked to a bunch of other people but they didn’t really have anything for people like me (English major from San Jose). Then I went to Jamba Juice and used that card that Christina gave me for my birthday. It was Berry Lime Sublime or something like that and I got a Femme Boost, mostly just to spite people who make fun of me, since no one was there to see it. But I need hormonal balance and all that jazz too, you know. I forgot to go to the bank.


When I got back (around... maybe 3:15 or so), Leon was playing GT3. The PS2 did not turn off for another two hours. We (well, mostly he) spent hours upgrading this new Mitsubishi that we have and trying to own races. Eventually we stopped but after Shirley left he turned it on and played for another hour or so. Wayne came over a little before small group and imported all the rockin’ stuff from his friend’s save game and overwrote ours, so all that effort was for nought. It took us a matter or seconds to acquire more cars, money, and race tracks than a year full of afternoons could bring.


In small group this dude came and spoke, then he and his group prayed for us. That was OK. A lot of people came with him, people not from Unit 2. Mariann, Nancy, Patrice... plus a couple of other people I didn’t know. This guy named Peter, and also this other girl, I think her name was also Nancy. She was the girl that helped me at Bancroft Clothing when I bought the bow tie a couple weeks back. What do you know... it’s a small world (town).


For the remainder of the evening I took a couple of personality tests online and stuff... nothing important.


Just got to let things happen as they go... live day by day... God takes care of the birds, will he not take care of me? Of course he will. I suppose that’s the only thing that can make me sleep at night. Well, actually there are a lot of blessings to be thankful for. It really isn’t so bad.



4-23-2003

Went to morning prayer at 9:00. It was the usual 3 (Leon, Julia, and me). Then I came back and ate food and cracked open my book and read for a while. At 11:30 I closed my eyes. At 12:00 I looked at my watch. At 12:51, I suddenly awoke, just before Shirley came out of her room (apparently she was napping too). I could not believe how dead asleep I had been. Just totally, conked-out, dead asleep, for nearly an hour. Normally I fall asleep kind of half-way, semi-conscious of what is going on around me (you know, like when Leon takes the pictures of me) but this time I was out cold. Whoa... I went to class, which not only was ghetto, but I got my paper back. It was a FREAKIN’ C. I can’t believe that it was EVEN WORSE than my first paper. I mean, I knew the first paper was crap, but I followed the GSI’s advice and tried to develop more stuff on my own instead of slapping the theory to the text, and I still got a crappier grade! What the hell is with this??? I am going to talk with him and see what exactly is going wrong. Grr... the problem is that we hardly get a week between the time we get the paper topics, and the due date. So by the time I’ve developed some sort of presentable, workable thesis or outline, it’s too late to bring it to him to talk it over. FRICKIN’ CRAP.


I was just tired at sectionals. I didn’t feel like singing. I felt pretty bad about everything. I guess not THAT bad... just kind of depressed, if you want to call it that.


I got back, and what do you know, Leon was playing GT3. Now he is trying to get a Rally license (again? I can’t remember if he’s tried already) and he played for a long time. Meanwhile I had to go to the decal. We actually talked about anthropology this time, hence, I was kind of bored and didn’t pay as much attention. Wayne wasn’t there. Where is that guy?


Came back, made some spaghetti and ate it. I also at more of that cake, which is still unreal in how good it is. Leon AGAIN played GT3. I wanted to watch The Curse of the Jade Scorpion but he insisted that he acquire his Rally license or whatever. Oh man, the same course, over and over and over again, an endless round, I thought it would never end. Sheesh, like 2 hours later he finally got it. I was going to call Richard but his mom was using the phone. I called Anqi but she was in Mexico! I thought I saw her on Sunday... but now that I think about it, she WAS in the Family drama. Dude, there’s not that many people left to call now that they’re all gone.


I finally got to watching the movie. It was great! The script was really good and the movie looked great; the story was interesting, funny, and twisty too. I had a good time watching that.


I’ve taken a bunch more personality tests; they all seem to confirm the same thing: I am a smashing, handsome, attractive, funny, sensitive, caring, stunning catch of a guy. WAHAHAHAHA!!! Sigh, just kidding. I am a ISFJ (I think?) and the descriptions seem to match me fairly on the nose.


Out-of-context, funny Leonian slip of the day:

LEON: I know humping when I see it.


You know what bothers me? I’ve said this before, but sometimes I really get upset by the way I am never taken seriously in life. Even when I’m giving messages at combined cell or retreats, I get the feeling that no one really takes anything I say to heart. I am just this guy that makes jokes once in a while, is there to act for you and try to get a laugh out of you. A comedian, even when I’m not funny (which is quite often, in my opinion. Or at least, “funny” in the intentional way). In reality, I think about serious things, I deal with serious things, I see serious things in the world and have a desire to respond in a serious manner. (Warning: Cliche ahead) I have feelings, believe it or not. I am not an automatic joke/obscure-movie-quote/strange-sound dispenser. All the things I believe in, everything I’m passionate about, the things and people I care for, my opinions, where I stand, what I think is important, no one takes it seriously. I always start feeling this way particularly before combined cells and retreats when I am speaking, but just life in general... I write it off too often as thinking “well, that’s the way I am” and things like that, but it really isn’t. I don’t want to be this joker who has nothing concrete or worthwhile to say. I want someone to listen to me and know what I am talking about, understand me, and not laugh at every freakin’ thing I bring up.


Overall, not so hot of a day, this one.



4-25-2003

Again, got up, went to the bathroom, and back to sleep. It was raining.


I played a fine deal of Shadowbane today, gained a couple of levels. Other than that, I can’t remember what happened this morning.


I went to the bank, then to class. At least I didn’t fall asleep, but it was kind of boring.


You can probably guess what Leon was doing when I got back. That’s right, GT3. He had taped and rubber-banded the controller to play automatically on the endurance run; the car is so ownagey that it can rub alongside the walls the entire time and still leave the rest of the cars in the dust. I ate a whole lot more food, and went to chorus.


Chorus was really exhausting; I was just tired, and we kept singing these long, HIGH passages in the Beethoven. Dude... and there was this substitute director dude because Marika is in Oklahoma doing some other stuff. He actually was pretty good. A pleasant and enthusiastic guy to work with.


I came back and then started making some pork and soup. Leon was at OASES I think (he forgot completely about it and went late). Shirley and I watched an absurd amount of TV, first an hour of Friends, then like some other random stuff, and then ANOTHER hour of Friends... I don’t know what happened to me. There were a lot of movie commercials on TV. But I felt like I needed a TV break or something; I just can’t stand all this nonsense. OH YEAH that’s what else I did this morning: cry and rant to Leon about my situation, and how it’s so hard, and I can’t take it anymore, la la la... actually we talked until 3 last night concerning the same sort of business.


Anyway, at about 9:30, Ben, Stephen, and their friends Lisa and Stephanie came to visit us (they came to Berkeley to watch Better Luck Tomorrow and then they dropped by after the movie) and that was tons of fun. Oh yeah Victor was over too, trying to get some homework done... poor Victor. We were a noisy bunch. Anyway, somehow we ended up watching the Minnesota/Anaheim hockey game, tied in FOURTH OVERTIME and it was going on for ever and ever... they hadn’t eaten yet and were just waiting for the darn thing to end... eventually they gave up on it, so we went out to the ghetto to find some food to eat (Leon and Victor stayed behind).


After a little bout of “where the herr are we going to eat” deal, we went to Mandarin House. It was cool; I didn’t get anything, but we were just hanging out on a Thursday night and that’s all good and fun. I received a much needed dosage of Ben and Stephen’s brand of sarcastic/witty/homosexual humor. Then we came back home and watched the rest of the Timberwolves/Lakers game, which was pretty stressful because it was so close, in overtime, and time was running out. The refs were SOO jacked I couldn’t believe it. They called fouls on the Wolves when it was obvious that they guy didn’t even TOUCH the other dude. Anyway, Minnesota overcame that crap and WON. Aww yeah.


They left. I tried to work on my message for Saturday. I came up with a general idea but I haven’t written anything out yet. I talked to Jonny about my whole spiel from yesterday’s entry and I feel better. I know that he’s one of the people that would talk to me, in a serious manner... that encourages me a lot. I think I know what I’m going to talk about.


I wrote my recap for tomorrow. Dang it’s late and there’s kickboxing tomorrow. I have a lot more stuff to write, about me, my feelings, etc., also some funny conversations and quotes, but I really have to hit the sack, so maybe another time.



4-25-2003

The alarm clock woke me from deep sleep. Normally I beat the clock to waking up, but not today. Probably because I went to sleep at like 3:00 yesterday. I woke up at around 4:15 and Leon was still playing GT3, can you believe that. Dang, craziness...


Today’s kickboxing was ownage, but to a lesser degree than last week’s. The squats totally killed me. There were so many squats I thought my legs would break off from my torso and run off, screaming. Shirley says it’s because they are women’s “problem areas.” Oh yeah, Jessican and Cynthia joined us today in the class.


I was absolutely horrified to discover the glaring LCD digits stare back at me on the scale in the locker room: 151.8. DAYAM what happened!?!? This is the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. The trend of weight gain is clear given my consistently climbing mass. This scares me. It was raining when we walked back.


Took a shower, printed the recap... same old Friday behavior. At 12:00 Shirley and I went to voice lessons with Scott and Naomi. It started raining again. Naomi says I don’t look 150... more like 135 or so! Well, that’s good to hear, but nevertheless, it doesn’t deny the fact that I’m freakin’ ONE FIFTY-ONE point EIGHT.


JON: Do you want me to hold the umbrella?

SHIRLEY: Yes. NO! I want to be in control.


Voice lessons were really good. Everybody did a really good job today, I am really hearing improvement in everyone. There is only one lesson left! The three guys (Scott, Dan, and I), we were all working on duets that had really high notes. Scott has this otherwordly high note from that Moulin Rouge song, and Dan and I did work on the B4-4 song with insane falsetto notes. They tell me my face is funny when I go up there. I can barely make it, if I can at all.


Discussion wasn’t as bad as usual, but I still didn’t like it. It eventually ended and I was FREE. I came back, rested for a bit, ate, and then now I am working on my message for combined cell tomorrow. Wayne and I are going home tonight after IV. Leon has been playing GT3 for ages now. Haha wait; earlier today he was waiting anxiously for a phone interview follow-up or something and he was afraid to go to the bathroom in case she called. Haha! But eventually she called (late).


The way I depict Leon and Shirley in these journals is so strange that Min has a hard time believing that they are, in fact, actual real people. (Min is a made-up friend from chorus.) Check this out: what is wrong with the following conversation?


SHIRLEY (2:27:22 PM): jon, I think I need to put my IE icon on my desktop

SHIRLEY (2:27:28 PM): how???
JON (2:27:39 PM): what the hell is an IE icon?
SHIRLEY (2:27:45 PM): you know
JON (2:27:52 PM): and what the hell is a desktop
JON (2:27:55 PM): haha
SHIRLEY (2:27:57 PM): the thing I DON'T HAVE
JON (2:28:08 PM): you don't plenty of things shirley
JON (2:28:13 PM): take, a man, for example
SHIRLEY (2:28:26 PM): what?
JON (2:28:30 PM): a puppy for another
SHIRLEY (2:29:06 PM): so what can I do about that?
SHIRLEY (2:29:21 PM): give me some advice O wise one
JON (2:29:37 PM): nothing... you're a loser who naively waits for things to come to you
JON (2:29:48 PM): go out and buy the puppy you fool
SHIRLEY (2:29:50 PM): so what is wrong with that?
SHIRLEY (2:30:05 PM): I'll have you know I am a firm believe in waiting for htings to come tome
JON (2:30:21 PM): you must not be a firm believer in spellcheck
SHIRLEY (2:30:26 PM): you men, on the other hand
SHIRLEY (2:30:36 PM): yes I know my typing is atrocious
JON (2:30:58 PM): shirley wouldn't say atrocious you imposter
SHIRLEY (2:31:30 PM): and I would never insult a lady, you FOOL
SHIRLEY (2:31:38 PM): I MEAN
SHIRLEY (2:31:42 PM): c\rap
SHIRLEY (2:31:45 PM): A MAN
SHIRLEY (2:31:47 PM): I meant
SHIRLEY (2:31:52 PM): wait
SHIRLEY (2:31:56 PM): I'm mixed up here
SHIRLEY (2:32:00 PM): no, A LADY
JON (2:32:06 PM): yes jon.. we all know that
SHIRLEY (2:32:14 PM): jon?
JON (2:32:17 PM): you boardcast it to the world with your desktop
SHIRLEY (2:32:37 PM): you mean, YOUR desktop
SHIRLEY (2:32:44 PM): mine is serene blue waters
SHIRLEY (2:32:59 PM): I hate hello kitty
JON (2:33:01 PM): oh right.. man, am i gay
SHIRLEY (2:33:10 PM): YOU ARE???
SHIRLEY (2:33:19 PM): oh my god... me too...
JON (2:33:27 PM): you are not
JON (2:33:33 PM): you're just saying that to make me feel better
SHIRLEY (2:33:36 PM): whew it's good to get this out in the open
SHIRLEY (2:33:47 PM): boy do you know me
JON (2:34:01 PM): yeah well i'm sensitive
SHIRLEY (2:34:08 PM): true, true
JON (2:34:09 PM): on the account of, you know, my being gay
SHIRLEY (2:34:13 PM): HEY
SHIRLEY (2:34:20 PM): don't say that
JON (2:34:48 PM): why not?
JON (2:34:50 PM): i'm not ashamed
JON (2:34:54 PM): i am a proud gay man
SHIRLEY (2:35:02 PM): ME TOO!!

 

I’ll include other funny conversations for good measure. Remember how yesterday I said I was too tired? Well here they are. The following conversation with Jon Hwong is regarding the good old days, when we had sleepovers, played kick-arse video games; REAL games that had REAL staying power, not like today’s next-gen crap that has no substance.

HWONG (12:39:24 AM): i'm current high bidder for that game
YIP (12:40:21 AM): heheh?
YIP (12:40:32 AM): DANG, CT, lufia, and FFIII
YIP (12:40:37 AM): you win that and you score herra
HWONG (12:40:41 AM): yeah...and like 20 other games
HWONG (12:40:46 AM): PLUS the super scope
HWONG (12:40:50 AM): shiznit, man
YIP (12:40:57 AM): mario RPG!!!
HWONG (12:41:02 AM): 300 bucks, though!!
YIP (12:41:05 AM): FF2!!!!!!!
HWONG (12:41:06 AM): holy shite?!?
YIP (12:41:27 AM): CASTLEVANIA!?!?!?!?
HWONG (12:41:38 AM): but you gotta ask yourself
HWONG (12:41:43 AM): is this all worth 300 dollars?
YIP (12:41:44 AM): DKC2!!!!!!!!
YIP (12:41:52 AM): oh man the memories come flooding back
YIP (12:42:01 AM): I can't believe I'm such an old fogey
HWONG (12:42:08 AM): dude, yeah huh
HWONG (12:42:13 AM): i remember i brought that game to your house
YIP (12:42:18 AM): aaahhh
HWONG (12:42:21 AM): and we slept over and just played that the whole time
YIP (12:42:22 AM): back in the day
YIP (12:42:27 AM): hahahaha?
YIP (12:42:28 AM): madness
HWONG (12:42:31 AM): serious!
HWONG (12:42:34 AM): i miss that so much man
YIP (12:42:36 AM): our youth is being stolen from us
YIP (12:42:44 AM): from these freakin universitites
HWONG (12:42:46 AM): and then resold to us again.
HWONG (12:42:50 AM): for 300 dollars.

 

And this is after Ben and Stephen had arrived safely back in Davis from their trip to Berkeley. They had left some food at our apartment.

JON (1:26:56 AM): hello, stephen
JON (1:26:58 AM): I ate your food
STEPHEN (1:27:00 AM): hey jon!
STEPHEN (1:27:03 AM): great, fantastic!
STEPHEN (1:27:07 AM): now you can get even fatter
STEPHEN (1:27:11 AM): heifer
JON (1:27:13 AM): don't I know it
JON (1:27:34 AM): it's all under control; I'm going kickboxing tomorrow
STEPHEN (1:27:38 AM): with shirley
STEPHEN (1:27:42 AM): goodness gracious, man.
STEPHEN (1:27:44 AM): you are a woman
JON (1:28:01 AM): what
JON (1:28:05 AM): kickboxing is manly
JON (1:28:18 AM): "kick"
JON (1:28:20 AM): "boxing"
STEPHEN (1:28:32 AM): yes
STEPHEN (1:28:50 AM): but "kickboxing" is just a euphemism for "aerobics" in this case
JON (1:28:53 AM): maybe youse is just jealous because you DON'T go kickboxing
JON (1:29:06 AM): hey, I'll have you know, we punch and kick stuff
STEPHEN (1:29:13 AM): air, child. you punch and kick air



And finally, this morning, again with Jon H.:

HWONG (11:41:40 AM): but yeah... are the rumors of your conceptual girl still milling? or is that gone now
YIP (11:42:31 AM): oh there, are rumors all right
YIP (11:42:39 AM): my parents are even joining into the fun
HWONG (11:43:02 AM): what, are they anxious/curious, or just helping you spread rumors?

YIP (11:43:14 AM): I dunno, beats me
HWONG (11:43:11 AM): HAHAHAHA
HWONG (11:43:15 AM): j n y i p (11:42:25 AM): oh there, are rumors all right
YIP (11:43:16 AM): both maybe
HWONG (11:43:19 AM): i imagined william shatner saying that
YIP (11:43:23 AM): LOL
YIP (11:43:26 AM): hahahhahaha?
HWONG (11:43:34 AM): cuz you had the comma in the wrong place
YIP (11:43:36 AM): I know, I looked at that after I hit enter
YIP (11:43:42 AM): I was like "what is that?"
HWONG (11:43:52 AM): oh THERE.... are.... RUMORS.....all... right.
HWONG (11:44:17 AM): wow, i really gotta wonder who this girl is now
YIP (11:44:22 AM): haha?
HWONG (11:44:22 AM): i cant help but start wondering
YIP (11:44:32 AM): fortunately no one has any solid dirt on me
YIP (11:44:38 AM): it's all mere speculation
YIP (11:44:45 AM): thanks to my tightly lidded security
HWONG (11:45:13 AM): at the beginning i was like "yknow, out of respect for the yip, i'll just tell myself that i dont want to know"
HWONG (11:45:20 AM): but your ambiguity is too much
YIP (11:45:21 AM): hahaha?
HWONG (11:45:26 AM): you've got my curiosity. good show, man.
YIP (11:45:33 AM): thank you, thank you


I really don’t like to bring this kind of thing up in my journal so often, but somehow I find all this business strangely entertaining... that, and plus there is just some mad funny bits in there anyway. Oh well, that’s enough for now.