HalEcho's Xanga

catching up!

Fri, 25 May 2007 08:42:33 GMT

I can draw cute things with computarz. COMPUTAR SKILZLLZ

So i haven't posted anything in a while so here's a concentrated fix of my craziness that you've been missing from your life. Oh. and I'll be in the New York area from june sixth to july fourteenth, just in case that concerns anyone. It'll be good to get my haircut, Teach the sibling how to operate a motor vehicle [and thus I am issuing a warning. take heed. you drivers are hereby forewarned].

Had an internet conversation with mitchell recently. Word is that he's alive. He's on g-talk if anybody's interested. [gotcha!]

Tried Tag and Axe body spray in TANDEM and yet failed to get laid by a flurry of teh hot chix. Thus reaffirming my status as a renegade hero of the virgins. My legend grows stronger by the passing sands of time.

A few weeks back our basement flooded with shit from a backed up septic tank.

Our our laundry related appliances are in the basement.

Our landlady just recently bothered to send someone to clean it out and pump the tank.

Incidentally, wearing the same pair of underwear for 3 days was not as unpleasant as I had imagined.

Got rip roaring drunk with Brad, Hao and Brian. played beer pong and hit a 5th overtime at 6AM. this may have been the greatest achievement of my life.

I don't have the opportunity to workout or eat as much these days and i keep dropping weight like a very wealthy british man. or... i mean pounds like a wealthy british man. Anyway, it's downright frustrating. But perhaps not as frustrating as when I inform girls about my plight and they roll their eyes as if I were complaining about having so much money that i've been reduced to wiping my prettyboy bottom with c-notes.

people just don't realize that guys try to reach an ideal image too. and losing weight means losing muscle and it's kind of analogous to girls growing muffin tops. why don't people understand?!?! hah. actually. i just tell girls i lose weight by sitting on my ass to get a rise out of them. it's pretty funny. but really, i keep hearing that i look skinnier, and it's kind of annoying. angst.

Sack tells me that mosquitoes are attracted to smelly feet.

Last week i woke up with 16 individual bites on my footpods.
Um. I think that's all I'm going to say about that.

Watched a korean drama last week suggested to me by Matt Wong called Soulmate. It was pretty funny. I enjoyed it thoroughly. kind of makes you think about dating and how we think about the opposite sex. also reminded me about how much i'm lacking in dating and what the opposite sex is looking for. anyway. Find it at http://www.veoh.com

BTW. soundtrack is great! 'Nouvelle Vague - This is not a love song' has become one of my favorite songs.

Oh. and Phil and I will clean your garage and mow your lawn for cash monies.

that is all.
-hale

edit : my hair looks EFFIN great right now, but it's 5:45 AM and no one will ever see it in this state. this is sad in the sense that no one will ever see it and also in the sense that i actually thought about this.

Comicbooks

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 06:35:34 GMT

Thanks to KyoungHa, I've started reading SlamDunk in my free time. It's really been a blast from the past, and I've had a lot of fun re-experiencing the feeling that anything is possible.
When I was younger I always read comic books like DragonBall and SlamDunk and figured that my life would be, in similar fashion, unexpectedly extraordinary. I was always banking on some random chance event that would give me some kind of innate talent to be 'comic book' incredible.
Now, having made it through this many years of my life without having died on one hand is quite impressive for me, but at the same time having failed to acquire any super powers, ultimate sports acumen, or even any kind of peculiar hair color, I think I can safely put my comic book reveries away.
I suppose it's kind of sad though; the loss of more innocent times. When aspirations were dreams and had absolutely the least bit to do with money, cars, or women.
Simpler times. Where did they go?

On an unrelated note, the phrase, "we're gonna rock the night away" conjures images of chasing away men in armored suits with stones.

Finally : Bowling, YnD style.

Photocredit : Kevin Richardson

-hale

Bu de bu ai vs Y

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 01:11:16 GMT

Idunno if this is just me, but i don't know how many times people have heard my computer playing Freestyle's "Y (please tell me why)" and said

"There's a korean cover of this song? you know that this is a chinese song right?"

somehow it irritates me that people think that the korean one is the knockoff. I don't even know why. I guess it's a lot more common than i knew. Many Chinese pop stars have released songs that copy Korean songs, but artists like Wilbur Pan, Edison Chen, Energy and Cyndi Wang in particular have made their careers copying popular korean songs without license. But then again korean artists rip off American music constantly too. I guess it's just annoying that the copy seems to be better recognized among non-korean speakers.

But I try not to be too much of a hater.
Twinkie KP is weird like that.

-hale

poetic procrastination part II

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 17:01:19 GMT

I keep looking back at this, for some reason. it's the playground i grew up by.

and now, for another random interlude of drivel...

The war of a thousand hearts
by Hale Cho

In my mind oft coincide,
pithy sayings old and wise.
"All things are fair in love n' war."
so, "Love is war" and furthermore,
"war is hell" and very well.
Bloody war sheds rosy red,
and my heart bleeds ever blue.

But a jaded mind is past his prime.
Ignore my signs enjoy your time.
Though love's a treat gone bittersweet,
girls are nice and full of spice,
with fine lies in flitting eyes.
Open your mind in time you'll find
a sweet girl to break your heart.

don't worry. none of this has to do with me. i just thought it sounded deep and brooding. maybe some emo chicks will start jumping my nuts.
-hale

Insomnia in Jae's livingroom

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 12:36:59 GMT

ah haha. memories. this picture still makes me laugh.

So it's damn near 8AM and I'm sitting in Jae's living room in the Bronx, amidst snoring, sleep mumbling visiting fraternity brothers, and it's in this near quiet moment of dawntime downtime that it occurs to me how much I love my fraternity, how much I love my friends. Not that I didn't love my friends or fraternity any less before, but it's not always that this sort of thing comes to bear at the fore of your mind.

Maybe it's not just that the bros are here. Perhaps it's the coming of new year's eve and its cherished traditions of reflection that is addling my brain. Or maybe it's because I've been recently catching up with friends who I've been previously too occupied to visit. Or that I've spent the last two weeks or so of this winter break largely by my lonesome. Likely it's all these things put together and more. But I can't help but to think... I've begun to realize just how painful lonesome can be.

We're all so terrified of walking through life alone, and rightfully so. As cliche as it is, I've always said that the most valuable things that I have come to own are the bonds of family and collections of friendships that I have amassed through the years. It's about the men and women, boys and girls that have waltzed into my life, and have had a troublesome time of exiting quite as easily that I can honestly say, I really don't think I can do without.

And to those I've fallen out of touch with, I extend my most sincere apologies. It's not so much that I feel that I'm doing you a great injustice by keeping you of your regular Hale fixes. As it turns out, I'm more than certain that you can do just as well in the ongoings of whatever it is that you do in your lives - if not better - without the burdens of my bumblings and meddlings. But, I feel that keeping in contact with you is the most sincere way to say, "thank you, for enriching my life, for inspiring me, for catching my falls and cleaning up my botches." Failing in this capacity to those who I've called friend is one of my deepest regrets.

So, at any rate, happy new year to everyone.
Here's to making new memories to reflect on in a year.

You're my boy Blue.
-hale

epilogue: sorry for the bullshitty sounding heavy post. lighthearted tomfoolery to resume next installment.

no 1000 words

Wed, 15 Nov 2006 20:47:29 GMT

    Some people bask in the focus of a lens and dance to the beat of a shutter. They are somehow blessed with being photogenic enough to make funny faces and still look pretty darn passable. Personally, I don't like getting my picture taken. I don't feel good about them, I don't look good in them.
    No, I'm not a subscriber to the belief that a picture will take a part of your soul with it. I'm a little too well versed in the physics of light to partake in such nonsense. It's just one of those things that makes a guy feel a little too self conscious. And, as a fact, men don't feel self conscious. It's just one of those things.
    But i hate making people feel unhappy about not letting them take my picture. I'm not saying i'm a star or anything, but nobody likes to be rejected for any reason. Be it to save a life or for the simplest request, it's just not a good feeling to turn people down.
    and i even thought of maybe a few things i could try to avoid the whole awkward encounter.
        the squishy approach:
"But if you have a picture to remember me by, you'll be that much closer to being sick of me, and i dont think i can bear the thought."
       appalled:
"what? fuck you."
       the adhd approach:
"a picture? but... hey pretty clouds. they're getting away! cookies? i farted."
       the compassionately cocky approach:
"I just don't want to make you look bad by comparison."

in the end i decided that cosmetic surgery is the best option to deal with my situation.
haha. jaykay. but speaking of plastic surgery and now taking a tantalizing tangent here's a thought i had earlier this week:

brain bogglingly beautiful breasts brazenly bouncing buoyantly boldly become bountifully billowing boob bearing bosoms by bursting binding bras.

i just can't help being a guy.
-hale

In da club

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 15:08:01 GMT

lately i've found that i've been enjoying this asian american club scene a lot.

dane cook says, "i just wanna dance."

this may or may not be related to the fact that these last couple o' times i've gone to Harpers, X-Cel and Studio 4 i've been way more inebriated than i had any business being. i used to get really bored at these places as i just kind of sat around and watch everybody else do whatever. but now... i see the light!

robin thicke says, "when that brandy hits my throat i go dun da na dun dun dun da dun dun."

it's in this loose, shame-free condition that i'm able to occupy myself by making a fool out of myself by dancing like an asshole with girls who are probably also too drunk to really know what's going on anyway.

pablo francisco says, "people'll dance to anything these days."

so i pretend to know what's going on with the beat and use the whole thing as an excuse to get inappropriately close to girls and sweat my ass off.

awesome. on second thought... maybe i should reconsider this whole thing.

on a related note... who thinks that we'll be looking back on how we dance today in fifteen or twenty years and think, god what the hell were we doing? it'd be like how parents these days are pretending like disco never happened. burning all their wide lapels and bell bottoms. selling on ebay their massive scorpion medallions to the pop culture time delay warphole known as europe. i guess we can only wait and see.

on a completely unrelated tangent... nerf sniper rifle? no way? believe it?

http://www.hasbro.com/nerf/pl/page.co mmercials/comm.longshot/dn/default.cfm

way. believe it. with this puppy you can terrorize and irritate the living piss [literally] out of your friends and family from not just the same room, but from the bathroom at the end of the hallway with the lights off and the door mostly closed. leave the door ajar just enough to attach little suction darts on your housemates' glasses and harvest deliciously confused yelps as a booming voice in your head yells "HEADSHOT". mmm hm hm. and all they wanted was to pee. foolish humans.

-hale

Let's all go to the halloween party!

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 14:31:44 GMT

Halloween Party at Club X-Cel

:: 10/26/2006 Thursday

Hosted by Pi Alpha Phi, Delta Xi Phi and the Korean Students Association!

:: Festivities begin at 9:30 ::

cost of admission is 7 dollars with a 3 dollar fine for no costume!

i'll be very very disappointed in those of who fail to show up. especially the ladies who are always complaining about not having enough occasions to shake their bootybooties.

Well, might as well scold you in advance. YOU BAD GIRL(s)! BAAAD! NAUGHTY!

mmm.. yum. well, moving right along...

Maybe it's fitting that it's the halloweeny [hee hee. weenie] time of year, but lately i've been thinking about how we all fashion fairly phony facades for the sake of our various friends and aquaintances. Running around constantly changing masks can be a tough ordeal.

This is always most apparent when i'm meeting girls. I have to on reflex try and decide which persona would best fit any given situation. My personalities attempt at ranging from roaringly rambunctious, cynically sly, quietly contemplative, amicably aloof, calmly confident, and so on and so forth to give different first impressions.

I feel like my first impressions tend to be pretty good. and really, they have to be to catch people off guard when they find out how much of a brooding little asshole i am, as catching people unawares and disappointing them is one of my grander pleasures in life.

ladies, all together now, "but... why?"

that's right! gotcha, bitch!

and on that note, i'll leave you with one last thought

wouldn't it be funny if rock and roll was just named after heavy crack and ecstacy use? get it? rock and roll?

-hale

poetic procrastination

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 08:40:33 GMT

and now, time for something totally different.

Sleep
by Hale Cho

nightly drift to peaceful slumber
with dreams that will for one to wander

found only to be jerked awake
till the morn my mind will break

be that the case the case will be
but death to free my sanity

yet till the morn, that coming day
be it futile as it may

as the looming daybreak hovers
fend it off from under covers

though it sets but briefly free
precious sleep grants sweet reprieve.

just because sometimes i think words sound cool together.
-hale

Rut

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 13:54:04 GMT

edit: i swear i'm not a smoker! ye bastards.

When you start wondering whether or not you've already complained about something before in a xanga entry, there are a few things that cross your mind.

* i wonder if i'm starting to lose it.

i'velost my mind a long time ago. my story has been a long schizophrenic-manic-depressive-happy-go-lucky-attention-whoring-self-effacing stumble through life. nothing left to lose. what a relief. next.

* i've been on xanga entirely too long, and i've run out of things to say.

i'veseen this before. i've coined it 'xanga burnout' or alternately 'growing up'. the fact of the matter is, there is only so much that you can be poigniantly upset about in your life before you start to see the absurdity of your bitching and moaning. but... i'm not there yet. i have head asplodingly serious problems that you all need to pay more attention to. i'm just jaykay. i got enough hugs as a child. which is ... none. no hugs. attn all future parents : children are not to be loved. they operate better when you beat them into submission instead. i jaykay again. you should all love your kids... with beating rods. or rather, is it that you should beat your kids lovingly? parenthood is so complicated. what was i talking about? right. running out of things to ramble about. clearly not there yet.

* my life is boring.

i'm trying to drink less. i find that this leads to a noted decline in antics on my part and a sharply reduced appreciation for the antics of others. eh. what can you do. on top of that, i'm broke. no money to do things and no booze to ease the pain of ennui. life is hard. these days all i've been doing with my spare time is video games and lifting. which i suppose is fine. if you consider fine to be the delusion that if i work out women will be attracted to me even when the only thing i do besides workingout is playing video games and watching box sets of tv shows. hey, on the other hand i guess i don't have to worry about catching any STD's. and really, why take the risk?

So there we have it. i'm updating less because of STD's... that other people have.

god i need a job.

-hale