Ramble on...

Xi Lan sick for nearly a week.

My calligraphy teacher tells me I haven't learned Daoism well enough because I ran to my room when he sent a text saying the white house was bombed for an April fools joke. He's also a dog's ag younger than me, so I don't hold much weight to his word when it comes to things outside calligraphy.

Quinlon is 1, walking, rarely crawling and no longer a tiny baby.

I actually miss home and my own culture. I'm feeling sentimental and nostalgic today. A day at the movie would be great. Some Chik fil a fries, clearwater beach, chess with Shaolin. Talks and thoughts with Jim, tea at I-mall, my family, laughs with Jeremiah reminiescing about Ben and Jerry;s nights at the house. All the days/months/years with Tommy in the Kwoon training. The Furniture store, being homeless, time with Dad, and Aggy...

But home is not home anymore...

Taiyuan is feeling like the norm and has been great to me. I pray this does not end. I feel blessed and am truly grateful. Except for that fol who has cut me in the lunch room twice. Third times a charm mutha fucka. I'm gonna introduce this prick to the Aggy-scizzor-up-end-maneuver. This behemoth is around 6'1 and is like my cousin Richie's size. BIG. but he's gonn afall hard he cuts me again. He doesn't do it in a nice way. He actually bumps into me.

He won't like me when I'm angry.

o_O

Hulk Smash.

GAME OVER

FLAWLESS VICTORY

and on that note.

I'm done.