Laugh at the Bald Guy

Shamelessly plugging again. But if you haven’t checked out Christopher’s blog (the C.E. Long one) yet, you should. He’s frelling hilarious, in a deranged sort of way. His comic book, Easy Way, is coming out in April. So I’m helping to spread the word. Not that I have a lot of pull, but hey, one more person having heard of Easy Way is better than nobody. And just to think, this mofo is going to be a father soon. It’s kind of scary....
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Trojan Week

My buddy Nora is going out with a Trojan. The Neutered Dame Irish fan, ever the Trojan hater, is dating one of us. She’ll never hear the end of it from me. And she so knows that. Well she said he got his Masters degree from fucla. Like that counts! Trust me if she asks him what he is, he’d say he’s a Trojan in a heartbeat. So yeah. I haven’t met the guy yet, but for being a Trojan, he gets 25% approval from me already. Ah heck, another 25% for Nora’s actually finding someone!...
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Trojan network

Ah. The world’s famous USC Trojan network. I’m so proud to be a part of that. I have this discussion with Amy a long time ago on our collective Trojan pride. When we meet another Trojan, we just light up. It can’t be helped. We share the pride of being college football national champ 2 years in a row alright, but there are more to the Trojan family than that. In some deeper level, all of us have something in common. Whatever it is, it always brings up good memories, sense of belonging, and an unexplainable bond. We Trojans look...
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And to add…

I can’t believe I forgot to mention one more passion of mine that I’d like to attempt: musical theater. That’s right. I want to get on stage and break into songs. Blame it on my mother who introduced me to The Sound of Music, South Pacific, West Side Story and even an illegal copy of The King and I (it’s banned in Thailand for obvious reason) at a very early age. I remembered telling my mom that if those girls in The Sound of Music can be in a musical, so could I. I am pretty, and I can even...
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Lucky

I am lucky to have great friends. Everyone has different sets of friends, and different level of closeness. Those who you can bare your soul to and share secrets with. Those who you’d bare your soul to but won’t tell them any secrets because you are afraid you’d hurt them in the process. Those who you’d see once a year, and yet you can turn to at any moment for excellent guidance and advice, and they’d come through for you. Those who you party with and you know they’d hold you hair back while you puke, or guard the bathroom...
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