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Arrival

Saturday, June 03, 2006 by eric yang

652 miles, 11.5 hours later - I'm here. Charlotte, NC. I'm going to pass out. Oh wait, I already did - at a shady rest stop. Fabulous. Thanks to all the texts and wake up calls!

A Response To A Question

Thursday, June 01, 2006 by eric yang

Last night I got this e-mail. It was a reply but more importantly it was one of the rare instances where my question was answered by a question and I wasn't irked. Mainly because it piqued my interested and touched on a subject that's brooched several convos I've had as of late. I thought I'd share the response. (anonymous of course).

The question was in regards to why Asian parents make it so damn difficult sometimes (in the field o' love) and why it is that they think being such bundles of confusion-ness (not confucius-ness, though the likeness is uncanny) is their sole purpose in life. Well, here's my take:


So... to answer your question about this whole marriage thing and why in the world it is Asian parents never do anything to make it easier...

There isn't a reason to worry. I tell you this comfortably, no not because I have any experience to stand atop of or use to confirm my rather short and cliche piece of advice. But rather, because I know it works. It works because people inherently need someone. We are creatures of companionship and by god there's someone out there for each of us. (cue sappy music). Of course there are rare instances when it's not necessary but i doubt that either you or I are destined to become monks in the hills of Bosnia, lest not anytime soon for me at least.

Fret not because I know you're quite the eligible bachelorette and well, person. Someone will be ever-so lucky to have you and I stand here in jealousy of that gent.

As for this question about asian parents and marriage... there's a little more intricacy to that whole barrel of laughs. So much comedy in fact that it is the brunt of at least 80% of the Asian dramas on television today back out in the east yonder. I kid you not.

It's sad that I the whole sentiment behind it always seems to be extreme one way or another. Some parents enourage their children - and by encouragement I mean handcuffs, signing of legal papers and hourly spats. Some parents believe in the 'otherwise', telling their kids that there isn't a reason why marriage should be anything in their 50 year forecast. That is wholehartedly sad (in my mind at least) because I think the whole idea of eternal companionship is a gift (geezus, did i just say "gift" in the same sentence as "eternal companionship"?? someone call Hallmark, they want their quote back). Honestly, it's true and don't ever lose sight of that. What's the point in fighting thru all those miserable dates, awkward moments, miserable silences, paltry arguments, phone slammings and "argh's!" to the sky. Or on the flip side: arm touches, random back rubs, lazy sunday mornings, finding endearing habits in each other, two toothbrushes in the bathroom, quiet dinners together, someone to drag to the movies ALL the time, and having somone 'miss' you...

So, back to the whole Asian parent thing. Asian parents can be best described as the following: a heaping pile of contradictions. The 1st/2nd generation Asians live in a world of quandries from the day they're born. Trust me - it's a beautiful thing. It makes us hard as rocks with a core softer and more sentimental than the very planet we're standing on(sappy music in full roar now). As i've heard time and time again, "it is what it is". That said, embrace the chaos - it makes the ride a helluva lot easier. That I can guarantee.

Now buck up and get back to the original question i asked you about those 10 places.


p.s. i wrote this without any foresight - it just fell out of my mouth. don't quote me on any of this. oh, and the cheesy music was actually playing (Amie by Damien Rice and Alibi by David Gray).

300 Golf Balls

Wednesday, May 31, 2006 by eric yang

Yes, I hit 300 of them today after work. My right hand is missing some skin, I've got a couple of blisters, I'm frustrated, I decided to use a new grip... but hot damn it was outstanding.

DaSucky Code

Monday, May 29, 2006 by eric yang

Yes, those are my sentiments about the movie. As I get further and further away from having watched it I realize the only thing I enjoyed about the movie was Ian McCellan and Audrey Tatou. I think I botched the spelling on both of their names... I never claimed to be Akeela. :)

12 Hours + $8

by eric yang

Let's talk figures:

2.5 Hours to Atlantic City
1 random trip to Cheesequake
1 full tank of gas
1 Prime Rib
7 Hours on a Poker Table
4 Seven & Sevens
600 dollars in winnings
592 dollars in losses
1 hour nap on the New Jersey Turnpike
2.5 Hours back to New York

And that my friends, was my Friday night/Saturday morning.

Top Gear and the RS4

by eric yang

I love well produced video. I love British humor. I love Audi's. I love all three mixed together. Check out this sensory tantilizing, euphoric experience-of-a-video:

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