today i called my brother to help me find some stuff at home. during our conversation, he asked me if i had that horrendous book "moby dick." i never really read it, but i remember it being an assigned book in high school. so i told him it was probably around the house somewhere. hours later, he IMs me:

Mr mmMok: hmm
mok says: ?
mok says: find?
Mr mmMok: i cant find Moby Dick
mok says: oh
mok says: hm...
mok says: maybe i don't have it then..
Mr mmMok: darn
mok says: oh wait
mok says: i think the teacher gave us copies to borrow and read
mok says: maybe
Mr mmMok: oh
Mr mmMok: ok
mok says: sorry
Mr mmMok: yeah, she lended some out
Mr mmMok: ah wel
Mr mmMok: i was talking to liscum.. and the moby dicks books were out on the desks during study hall, and i have study hall w/ her 6th period then english w/ her agian in 7th.. so then i was like
Mr mmMok: me: so we're reading Mody Dick huh?
liscum: yeah, your sister got lucky, but your brother had to read it
me: ah, i c
liscum: yeah.. i dont think your brother should've taken honors english
me: oh, why not?
liscum: well, he's a smart boy and all -- BUT HE NEVER READS!
mok says: hahahahahahahaha
mok says: the heck
mok says: she caught me?!
mok says: how'd she know i didn't read
Mr mmMok: hahaa
Mr mmMok: haha who knows, teachers are sneaky
mok says: wow this whole time i thought i beat the system
Mr mmMok: hahaa
mok says: turns out she knew the whole time
Mr mmMok: yeah, it was pretty funny..

sigh i miss mrs. liscum..

this is the reason my body is now completely sore..

..good thing don juan was there to own my stomach as well.

all that running reminded me of jog/walk back in middle school. remember those days? when we would run around the track plotting the entire time to bring our own colored popsicle sticks the next week? anyhow, through this exhausting experience, i realize that i'm nowhere close to being a track star, but hey, at least it was for a good cause.

zheng wang
today is peter wang's 21st birthday.

peter and i becoming college roommates is one of those things that i can honestly say was simply "meant to be." and i say that with a completely straight face.

looking back on those hallowed "JPG" days in high school, i remember thinking that UT would be my absolute last choice. i thought with a list that consisted of upenn and northwestern, texas would rank a very distant 3rd. but, the pieces all fell into place, and as i finally set my eyes on becoming a longhorn, i was without a roommate.

i still remember that day when johnny poon kind of "assigned" me and peter to room together. i distinctly recall my feeling of disgust as i tried to nod and give a weak smile. seriously, i thought peter wang was too immature -- even by my standards. and yet, 3 years later, here we are. rooming together for the 3rd straight year, and i couldn't ask for a better roommate (except for maybe a wife or something).

anyhow, while we're on the subject of zheng, i thought i might as well clear some things up about this picture:


it's the picture that you guys have been signing on his birthday (or some form of it) for the past 2 years. allow me to explain its significance.

personally, i despise this picture. this was taken in front of the coca-cola factory in atlanta, georgia, on the final day of our fbcc missions trip before heading back home. my group/team/van was attempting to take our first/last group/team/van picture of the trip. so i gave simon my digital camera, telling him it was running out of batteries so there would only be time for one snapshot. so as we were getting in our places to take this wondrous photograph, peter steps in front and..click.

there in the background, behind darkjedipete's ginormous head is my group/team/van. right after this picture was taken, my camera ran out of batteries. i don't think we ever did get a picture together.

so peter, on this 21st birthday of yours, while you lay passed out on the futon behind me, i will honor this picture. and you know i'll always be here for you, bro.