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Name: juan
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Birthday: 6/1/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Like Roberto Duran I say, "no mas." And like Duk Koo Kim I say, "ughhhh" and die in the ring because my stubbornness and pride as a Korean won't allow me to see that I am up against an opponent too strong, too fast and most importantly... TOO SEXAYYYY!
Expertise: Pleasing women... by leaving them alone. Touching women... and having restraining orders filed. Loving women... and then waking up from my dreams.
Occupation: Military
Industry: Textiles
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  greatvalbowski
Member Since:
9/27/2003
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Dreams can only take you so far, after that it's all about the hustle. (singing out of tune) Because it's hard out here for a piyimp!
Super Flashy Raft
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Am I the only one that noticed that the people who fidget and fuss and complain about people who talk too much end up blathering on the most given the chance? Perhaps it's just misplaced jealousy, but mostly I think it's just hard to see when your eyes are on yourself, neh?
Xanga's in worse shape than the US economy, it looks like. Only the hardcore members are here, it seems. I'm guilty of abandonment too, especially with this zinky site: Guidespot. It's like Yelp, except you know, not homersexual.
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Who's ready for the Electric Daisy Carnival? I know she is... Makes you want to drop a couple and listen to PPK's Resurrection at home with the lights off for three hours straight, neh? Trippiest song ever. Somewhere in the heavens right now Baby Jesus is crying.
EDC Guide:
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As of late there has been a flurry of reality dating shows on TV lately. Not content to allow the big networks to monopolize this trend, even MTV and VH1 have gotten in on the gig. Hence we get Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, Shot at Love and other ridiculous excuses to laugh at ridiculous people doing... ridiculous things. Much has been written about the outlandish nature of the shows. I must admit that I derive some guilty pleasure out of watching them, but lately I've noticed a disturbing element in Tila Tequila's show, A Shot at Love II.
Is it just me, or does Tila Nguyen totally look like a Pokemon? And for those somewhat familiar with the pokemon pantheon, not just a regular Pokemon, but more specifically the unevolved version? To wit:
Our humble protagonist, open minded enough to take all romantic comers: male and female.
 
Charmander and Charizard. One is evolved, one is unevolved. Guess which one Tila is?
Of course this begs the question, what would the evolved form of our star look like? Sometimes it's better not to know, but goddamn I'd like to see that!
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I spent this weekend with friends in Las Vegas for birthday celebrations. Usually, whenever I gamble I try to stay stone cold sober. From previous experiences, I've learned that a fool is soon parted from his money, and a drunk fool has even more proclivities to this unfortunate trend. Most of the time, I play table games that require some rational thought such as blackjack and craps. Constant money management as well as statistical reasoning and adherence to strict mathemagically optimal strategy are all on my mind whenever I play these games. Sometimes I come up, and sometimes I get taken for a significant (at least for me) amount of money. To display the varying range of results:
This is my trademark cocky winning pose with bundles of earnings.  My very pitiful pose after (literally) losing my shirt. What a fool I was... it's so much easier to just chill out at a slot machine, drink yourself silly and watch the money pour in! Voila! Behold the greatest and most exciting slot machine ever devised by man (or machine):
 HAYWIRE!
I don't use the word amazing very often, but I will say with absolutely no hesitation that this machine is the most amazingly amazing form of gambling ever created! Needless to say, I'm sure the vast quantities of alcohol my friends and I drank contributed to much of our entertainment, but seriously, this game really brings the fun-ness. Especially when the machine goes ape-shit and starts to shake as it gives you bonus spins. I'd like to think that all of us are reasonably intelligent, college educated people, but as soon as we began, we started acting like a bunch of baboons... Some of the less intelligent (but infinitely more entertaining) tactics we employed during our play were chanting "HAYWIRE" in high pitched voices, cajoling the machine to pay out more frequently, swishing our hands lovingly across the paylines, and using our chins, elbows and mongolian chops (OK, so only Chan did this) to hit the "Spin" button and psych the machine into giving us the ever-loving HAYWIRE...
In the throes of Haywire mania, my girlfriend exclaimed loudly to me, "This is way better than sex!" to which I eagerly (and unwisely) agreed at the time. Only later did I find out to my great displeasure, that she was totally being honest. Which is just another reason kids, that you should really avoid binge drinking at all costs. Check out my newest guide on that very topic! :)
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