…no, not really. I resent how some people refer me to as “Asian” or “Chinese”. They can call me “Chink Boy” or “Slanted-Eyed Yellow Turd”, so I can smack them plenty, but calling me “Asian” or “Chinese” is just waaaay out of context! I could say the same for every whitey that stands in my way – “Yeah you! Go back to England!” or “Yes, I’m pointing at you! You Englanian!”


Actually, no matter how much I stay in the sun, I seem to still stay more white then the typical Caucasian folk. That guy told his son not to hang out with those types of people. I cocked my head and stared back at him and his son and said, “What the fuck are you talking about?! I’m whiter than your ass through winter hibernation!” He raised his broom, so I zoomed away on my bike.

Anyway, Pat and I met Emma Monday around 5:40pm. We rode from Kits beach all the way to Coal Harbour to meet her, and then back to UBC for a snack and some Pacific Spirit riding. Emma looked pooped when we dropped her off home. Pat and I ended up back in Ditchmond for some late night spaghetti. Yummy!

Well, now I tire of this entry and wish to go relieve some stress cycling and to the gym I go.


^^ Emma


^^ Patrick


^^ Me 83


^^ On the way back – those blurry lights is the airport!



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  1. 1

    Hey Martini,
    Why do you worry what people think of your ass? Fuck them and be who you are. You have such a way with words .I admire you for it.

  2. 3

    You know what Li? I think it’s YOU who has the Patrick fetish! YOU keep posting pics of him and YOU keep talking about him… notice all the similarities in YOU?!!! Hmm?! Whatchew gotta say bout dat, Asian? ;p

  3. 4

    That is weird… WEIRD I TELLS YA! WEIRD!!! 8]

    Yes, and sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me! 8P So there! 8P

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