Pan-seared salmon with a sweetened honey crust and creamy curry sauce over a bed of spicy chinese kale

30 06 2007



Sin City.

23 06 2007

The dust-covered Honda Odyssey sped through the parched desert at breakneck speeds of nearly 50 miles an hour (joke). Bug-splatter by bug-splatter, the van trudged its way through the broiler that seemed to transform all color into sandy browns and pale yellows. The rounded mountains lay silent as the lazy sun slowly made its arc over the sky and I fell into a deep sleep.

Awoken by the sounds of annoyingly loud soft rock played by my step-father, I opened my eyes to see that we were still not there. I went back to sleep.


Lots and lots of lights. Everywhere.

Las Vegas.

The city of gambling, drinking, sex and downright craziness.

I’m only 18.

Well, that’s pretty much it.

Just kidding.


From a 9-pound lobster cooked at a Chinese resteraunt, to steaming hot pho, to one of those famous Las Vegas Buffets, to dining on fillet mignon 109 stories off the ground, I have to say, the food was spectacular.


I’d have to say the best part of this trip was spending time with my family, especially my brother. I never really appreciated what he did for me when I was younger, but as I get older, I start realizing more and more that he’s always been there for me. He finally graduated, so this trip was for him and my step-sister. We walked the strip after dinner and joked around about all the hooker/stripper ads that the Mexican people were always handing out. We played a couple of games and headed to the pool–he knew I couldn’t do anything else, so he hung out with me. Thanks bro.


  • We headed to the Mandalay Bay Aquarium one day and I am a sucker for animals, so I was pretty exited to see everything. There were sharks that looked like they had saws for mouths, golden crocodiles, exotic plants and flowers, lion-fishes, eels, and pretty neat architecture (alternated from jungle to ancient ruins to a sunken ship).
  • My brother and I rode the roller coaster at New York New York for 12.50. We’re still not sure if it was worth it, but regardless, it was fun. Huge drops, lots of turns and loops. fun.
  • My stepsister and I rode a ride called X-Scream (corny, I know) on the stratosphere tower. It was the first time I got nervous about a ride in years. The ride pretty much consisted of a…well, I dunno the site describes it this way:
      • Ever played on a teeter-totter 866 feet high? With the X-Scream, you can! With a space age, yet simplistic design resembling a massive teeter-totter unlike anything you’ve ever seen, the X-Scream will propel you and several other riders head-first, 27 feet over the edge of the Stratosphere Tower. Try not to scream when you go over the edge….you don’t want to scare the other riders! After being shot over the edge, you’ll dangle weightlessly above the Las Vegas strip before being pulled back and propelled over again for more.

Well, that’s pretty much what I did in Vegas. I did more, but I don’t feel like writing all the details in.

Later Days,


And he lived happily ever after.

11 06 2007

I feel like everyone always writes about the end of things.

I hate that.

What about the start of new things. No doubt you should reminisce, remember, smile at times passed–but really, open your eyes to what’s out there. The past couple of months have blessed me with amazing opportunities. I’ve faced good times, bad times, in-between times, up times, down times, left times, right times, left times again, right times again and AB times (twice). Its pretty much been great.

But I don’t want to write about it.

Yeah, I may look back when I’m old and ask myself why I didn’t write anymore than I did, but it’ll be OK; I don’t think I’ll be that sad about it. It would be sad if I am sad, because honestly, it would take like another 5 minutes of writing to write what I did this past year.


Whatever, that’s my future 60-year-old-self’s problem now (or should I say then?).

Anyways, I am genuinely happy with life right now. It has handed me the right cards and I have made best use of them. Even when those cards are like unrare Pokemon cards you get when you were younger and you really hate it because everyone else got those hologram Charizard cards (damn you N— W—-!). Regardless, I felt like I used my cards right and now I’m doing pretty well (although, now that I think about it, a Charizard card would have been cool to have as a 6th grader. Maybe a supermodel girlfriend too).

I am exited for what the future has in store. Sometimes I daydream about what new things will come… like flying cars or passenger space shuttle flights to the moon or opening a Pokemon booster pack with the Charizard in it. Things like that.

Regardless if these tings happen or not, I can tell you for certain that my story will end with the cliche line with which I titled this blog.

Later Days,


Bad-bye and Good-hi

9 06 2007

I am sad.

I went to the Wooden Center today and I only benched 40 billion pounds. That’s a whole 60 billion pounds off my mark! It’s pretty depressing only being able to lift  2 million tons (or as my British friend says “tonnes” [I have no clue why I chose to say that my British friend pronounces the word “ton” tonne, because clearly, this fact has nothing to do with the relevancy of whatever I’m writing about {I don’t even have a British friend, I just felt it was the right thing to write to make this humorous. I hope it worked.}]) Wow, I just used 2 punctuations incorrectly, I think.

Anyways, what was I talking about?

Ah yes,  Nalgene bottles.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a materialistic kind of person, but I love Nalgene bottles (I probably am materialistic, but saying I’m not makes me feel better. What’s the word for it? Ah, yes Hypocrite. Makes me sound like a Greek God…sweet) Why Nalgene bottles? Honestly, I don’t know. I guess seeing everyone else have an indestructible bottle made me feel like I needed one… you know, in case I decide to brave climbing Mount Everest or scale a Volcano after dinner today.

Anyways, I know you would like to read more, but I don’t really care to write any more right now because I am off to the beach. I’ll write more fake things later.