Ty: I’ll take “Spin the wheel of Misery” Category Alex, for $400.

Trebek: Answer. 80 hours. Give or take.

Ty: What is the sum of total driving hours, I will be doing in the next 3 weeks.

Trebek: You are correct!

80 hours**
I must be freakin crazy!!
How did I ever get myself into this deal?

**Does not include the number of side trips,
“other” people “suddenly” thought of going.

Oh well, at least it’s exciting to see your family when you go visit them.

In other news.
One week has passed, and still no “Happy Father’s Day!” greetings
from some immediate relatives.

Makes you wonder where you stand in your family eh?

Why did I say this?
Because, I just realized that
I try so hard not to miss a birthday, a holiday,
an event or any other greetings that comes in a year.
But then again, that’s only me.

Did I mention it’s “exciting” to see your family?

I won’t be around so,
Happy Canada day!
Happy Phil-Am friendship day,
and Happy Independence Day.

I need a beer.

The other day I went to get me some contact lenses right?
Well because, I hate wearing glasses,
and it doesn’t make me cute like Harry Potter.

Plus I am tired of giving people the finger,
pretending I was adjusting my glasses.

So anyway,
the lady that was doing the retina exam,
she asked me to put my face against this huge camera, right?

And then, she continued on informing me the rundown of the process.
They take a picture of my eyes,
to see if it’s healthy or if there’s any point of concern.

“Fine.” I said.

Then she asked me to open my eyes as wide as I can.

And I did.

Then she insisted for me to open them wider.

I tried.

“Wider!” She said.

I struggled to have them as wide open as I can.
I was almost in tears,
forcing my eyebrows to pull my eyelids as high as they can.

Then I realized.

I am Asian.
I can’t open my eyes as wide as everybody else!

Then I started thinking about that lady, doing the retina exam,
forcing me to open my eyes wider.

I hope you choke you freakin’ racist!!!

Oh well,
here are some cool links so we can forget what I just wrote.

Sometimes I don’t have any clue what I write here,
and it feels like my head is gonna explode as soon as I have any idea
of what I was talking about.

Shheeesshh!!!

Finally, you can have hours of fun —> Bubble Wrap
Games for the Brain —> Anagramania
Put this on my wish list! —> jamminjohns.com
More games for the Brain —> Mars Money
Get your Japanese Name —> japanese name translation

Finally!

Actually, I am not quite done yet,
but at least it’s up.

Unfortunately, I have to set it so that it requires a
username and password to view them.

Why?
Well, 3 things.

First,
I don’t really have any permission from anyone in this gallery
to show their pictures.

Second,
There has been a number of child abductions here in Florida.
And I just don’t feel comfortable showing Tyler’s pictures publicly anymore.
(Sometimes you just have to do everything to protect your children.)

And Third,
After the anal probing from my abduction occurrence,
the Aliens have given me delusional extreme paranoia.
(Well, I think that’s what the voices tell me.)

So, register and check it out.

It’s nothing personal, it’s just…scary.

Well, the whole site transition is complete.
And it seems that everything is functional.

This site is currently residing on a new webhost.
The DNS propagation went faster than I expected,
so everything is cool.

The only thing I hate about all of this,
is that everytime I renew my domain, or change hosts,
the spam I get multiplies by the dozen.

Plus, I keep getting these “Delivery Failures Notices”
that says I was sending all these Emails to people I don’t even know.
Which I surely didn’t.

So, if you got an email claiming it was from this domain,
offering you money, free credit,
a mortgage, car loans,
Free porn, free viagara,
or any augmentation of your privates,
or any other offers that promises instant satisfaction,
be assured that it’s not from me.

Do I look like a guy who has all of these?
Okay maybe I receive some emails of
porn, norp, pron, purn,
….uuuhhh… “unmentionables” from some of my friends.
But that’s just because we are all sick.
And we need help.

Enough of that.
Here are some cool links.

Forget all the other links here. Click this.
You’ll thank me later. —-> allaboutbeer
Am I the only one addicted
to this google feature? —-> maps.google.com
100 top voices in movies —-> filmcritic
100 top movies of all time —-> time.com/completelist
Is it wrong for me to root for Darth? —-> StarWars Hell

Okay, that’s it for now.
I am going to read that first link.

Adios!

We just had a series of bad luck lately.

I swear,
This troll of mine sucks the very joy out of me,
like a freakin’ Dementor.

I have been very happy lately,
so I guess this freakin’ troll feeds on every enjoyment I savour.

I hate it most when this troll attacks the people I love.
It’s the best way to fuel my anger.

Someday, I will face this troll,
and I will rip it’s very essence out.
I will eat it’s very heart,
Spit it out,
and stomp on it like it’s freakin’ dirt.

And then just to piss him off,
I will do it all over again.

/me gives the troll the finger

For our anniversary,
we went to Sea World Orlando to celebrate.
Well, plus, Tracy hasn’t seen a whale before.
(Not including that 300 pound woman we saw at the mall.)

So anyway.
During the drive home,
I did some thinking.

Even though we were only married for a year,
Tracy and I have been together a long time.

And I was just thinking about all the defining moments
where I truly realize how much I love this woman.

Well, besides giving birth to our son.
And even though she doesn’t believe it,
I think she is magnificently beautiful.

But here are some moments I remember,
where I truly realized that she is
the woman for me.

Moment #1

She would call from work and say:

“Honey, don’t worry about dinner.
I’ll cook when I get home.”

(Isn’t that great? Either that or I cook horribly.)

Moment #2

While walking around SeaWorld,
Tracy carefully whispers to me:

“Oh my! Look at that girl with the big knockers!”
or,
“Check out this girl in front of me, you can see through her thong.”

(This can’t be real, but it’s true!)

Moment #3

Tyrone: Hey honey what movie are you watching?
Tracy: It’s some love story. Come and watch it with me.

Tyrone: Nah, that’s okay. I’ll just be on my computer.
Tracy: You’ll like it. They just showed the girl’s boobies.

Tyrone: Scoot over, and give me some room.

(Money well spent on that HDTV eh?)

As I end this post,
I remember one last thing that truly made everything clear.

When she said,

“It’ll be exciting when we have another baby.”

The woman puts up with me.
I don’t know why, but it’s great.

Yesterday,
we went to the mall,
and we had Tyler run around at the play area with the other kids.

Then while playing,
I saw this one kid shoved Tyler’s face.

It didn’t hurt him,
but I was furious.

I was gonna talk to the kid’s mother,
but when I saw her…
All 300 pounds of her….
I changed my mind, and calmed down.

This woman was gigantinormous!
She actually scared me.
I thought she was a guy.
A big guy.

Note to self:
Screw the Potty training lessons,
It’s time for the kid to learn how to retaliate.

The Kid is half American.
He is entitled to at least 2 basic rights.

1st,
The right to bear arms.

And 2nd,
The right to have that weapon loaded.

Another note to self:
Unhook phone before everybody calls.

There are only 2 things I do on the internet,
and one of them is to do research.

So, since I have no clue how the celebration of “Cinco-de-Mayo” came abouts,
I decided to check it out.

Now, I could tell you what I have read so far,
but since I am a lazy bastard,
I’ll just sum it up for you.

The Mexicans kicked France’s Army’s “Le Bootay”.

There you go.
Good enough reason to celebrate.

But as for yours truly,
since I have no friends,
No celebration for me.

So I guess,
I just have to lock myself in my computer room,
and do more “research”.

But for you,
Check out these cool links.

I envy this guy’s home theter setup. (except for his Liberace room design) —-> Steve’s Home Theater
The real number of the devil is not 666. —-> independentnews.uk
No more cookies for Cookie Monster? (These nosey Health nuts just have nothing better to do huh? Leave the freakin monster alone you bastards!) —-> Cookie-less Monster
The Beatles worshiped the devil? —-> Stargods.org
How about something educational? —-> Broken Words
Now I have seen it all. —-> Canine Birth Control

Yes.
That is the reason why I haven’t updated this
pathetic waste of space I call a website.

Well, besides doing my Parental duties and annoying my lovely wife,
I spend a lot of time, reminiscing about my childhood favourite anime.

VOLTES V.

I watch the video,
I have it as my screen wallpaper,
I play it’s music,
even desperately sing the Japanese version of the songs.

Thank you so much to Darwin and his family for sending this to me.

Thanks also to Anthony.
It was really great to see you again, my friend.
After 11 long years.

These past few weeks have been really great.
I have gotten in touch with so many friends, it’s just overwhelming.

Makes you realize,
that your greatest wealth,
are the ones who call you “friend.”

I haven’t updated this site since the Pope died,
out of reverence and respect.

I have to postpone my rants in here,
in accordance to his funeral.
Just like how Prince Charles delayed his marriage to his horse.
Oops! Did I say Horse?
I meant his “Noble Steed.”

So anyway,
these past few weeks,
there are a couple of things that I have just recently learned.
And I realized all of these,
after I heard one of Jeff Foxworthy’s jokes, saying,
“You never know that you are already a part of a group.”

It’s just one of those things that,
you thought you were the only one who thinks, acts and does things a certain way,
then you realize, you are not alone.

Just like whenever Tracy and I, think about how hard it is being a parent,
we hear stories about other parents,
with even worse experiences.

Like when we bought a house,
I never knew that there was an unspoken competition around your neighborhood
about who has the most manicured front lawn.
I didn’t even know we were entered in this contest without my full knowledge.
I am still trying to figure out how come no one told me
that when you buy a house,
you are bound to do yardwork 200 times a week,
for eternity.

I also found out that I was not the only parent
who could recite the animated movie,
“The Incredibles”.

I just found out that “Bambi” was a boy,
“Blue” from Blue’s Clues was a girl,
And “Spongebob” is,
well, I am still trying to figure that one out.

As I undergo my back therapy,
I found out that I have this condition called “Transitional Vertebrae”.
Which only occurs in only 6% of the population.
Either I belong to a group of unique people, or a group of freaks.
I prefer the latter.
Sounds more fun.

And lastly, I found out,
that I belong to a group that is “never happy”.
The “Never Happy Group”.
You know, the ones who want everything.
The ones who wishes to have everything.

I have always wished for a better everything.
If I’m not wishing for a “better” everything,
It’s wishing for a lot “more” of everything.

I wished for more guitars.
Better ones.
Or wished not to suck at it.

A bigger TV.
A home theater stereo.
Screw that!
I want a louder stereo.

A bigger garage.
A better car.
Screw that!
I want a faster car.

I want to travel.
To see new places.
Screw that!
I am lazy.
I want to sit on a more comfortable couch.
I want a robot to fetch me a drink.
A remote control that I can use with my brain.
While watching my bigger TV.

I want a gnome for entertainment.
After it cleans the house.
Maybe a little pet too.
Screw that!
I want a big pet.
Like a Llama.
Or an Ostrich.
Or a Horse.
Wait!
I can’t have a horse!
She’s marrying Prince Charles, remember?
(I kid! I kid!)

In conclusion,
with all the stuff I wish for and want to have.
I think I can run as president of the “Never Happy Group.”
Where I will implement no rules.
Members can announce their want for everything.
Can wish for everything.
And can complain about everything they don’t have.

I guess the only way you can renounce your membership,
is when you realize,
you just can’t.

——\\\
Time has always said, “Man is a fool”.
When it’s hot, he wants it cool.
When it’s cool, he wants it hot.
Always wanting what is not.

— Anonymous.
——///