If you only knew the power of the dark side

Inspired by a friend, I decided to use this forum as a much more introspective look into the darker recesses of my mind, as opposed to the much more cheery (and fluff-filled) xanga that I manufacture carefully scrubbed and sanitized for public consumption.

Hopefully, this won't turn into a full-fledged snivel-fest because I do have that sweet purple bracelet from acomplaintfreeworld.org and I wouldn't want to switch bracelets every two seconds while writing.

I'm not particularly deep right now as L had given me that terrific rise-and-shine wakeup call at 730am.

Random Cool Link of the Day - Kung Fu Election - Mortal Kombat meets 2008 Election.

My good friend R from Philadelphia got engaged yesterday. His creativity in doing so was pretty remarkable - taking a "random" boat ride in Central Park, and then rowing near a violinist who on cue started playing their song. I took them out for congratulatory drinks later that evening. His fiancee is very nice, but thanks to her fussing I ended up taking 1241735319 pictures of them until she got the perfect picture at this dark classy bar. I ended up reinforcing the typical Asian stereotype of being trigger-happy with the camera, and it wasn't me.

Of course, I perpetuate it myself since I have amassed a large collections of cameras and photo albums. I have always had a love of the camera, but not with natural shots. I like the concrete jungle, and the people in it. This is probably due to the fact my memory isn't so fantastic, but I can make a connection once I see a picture. Since my apartment is cluttered to the point that it's now an unofficial fire hazard, I'm still behind 3-4 years on my pictures. I like printing the very best of my digitized pictures because of the infamous hard drive crash of 2006.