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I am in my cube at work and a little kid appears. He is a scrawny, cute kid. He looks me dead in the eyes and says, "Hi, Panda." He was one of my co workers kid who came at the end of business. In my office, there was a boss of mine(the guy who hired me) started calling me Panda. He means it in a very affectionate and loving way. The nickname caught on quick. Everyone at the office, who kind of knows me ,calls me Panda. I dont mind it , but I think its because Im from the North. We call each other nicknames all the time. In my life, Ive had several.

DP- pretty self explanatory

The Park- my name+ being big

Great Wall of Korea- my race + being big

Kigga- Korean + Nigga; the black people use to call me that

Mr Sunday Morning- I loved wrestling like WWF. We use to wrestle all the time. This wrestler was Mr Monday Night. I thought it was cool to be one day ahead of him. 

Hammerhead- In highschool, my friends called me that because I have a huge head. I remember we went to the boardwalk and I had a little too much to drink after prom. There is this punching machine that measures your punching power. I ran into it head first. I think I got a decent score.

Grimace- The guys at the frat called me that because of an incident at McDonalds.

I walked into the office the other day and found a picture of a panda hanging. I just started cracking up. 

The picture of the panda. Its a little high up; maybe about 7 feet

2.99!?!?!?!?!?!

Yesterday, I go into this cafe/bakery to study. I buy a green tea and see a sign "credit card $5 minimum". So I decide to pick a pastery to comply with the rules. They ring me up and its like 4.23. Im like can you ring me up for five and he says nah. So I pick another pastery. I go up there and he rings me up and the total is 7 something. I go "Damn, 3 dollars for this thing?!?" He says to me, "No, its 2.99!" I look at him with my "NINJA PLEASE!" look..........



I ended up buying it anyway.

This is the receipt and pastry.



The smile face is next to the 2.99

pizza cookie?????

Some crazy stuff.

My cousin said Wiz Khalifa is the smartest man. Knowing that the Steelers were gonna go to the SuperBowl the man is a genius.

The new Game mixtape came out. Free download. I heard a couple of tracks, I like it. http://www.livemixtapes.com/download/13064/the_game_purp_patron.html

Got to study for a license coming up on Thursday. I hate studying.

The Fighter was a great movie. The Fighter, Toy Story 3 or Social Network should win for Best Movie.

Just got some documents from someone for their loan. Hes a doctor. He gave me heavy stock paper. Freaking Nice.

Got to get plane tickets......

Just Dance

I like dancing. Its fun. Yes, I have no rhythm and probably look like a fool, but I like dancing. When I have joy in my heart, dancing lets me express that joy.... I just read that sentence and it sounded really gay......I really dont care who sees me dancing. There is a saying that when you get older, you are more confident in yourself. I pretty much dont care about people laughing at me anymore. I probably look like Elaine from Seinfeld, but Its all good. Dancing with Black people is always fun because they are much better dancers than I am.

I love dancing in the car. It brings me energy and excitement. Am I a little embarrassed when people see me??? Yes, but then I realize I will never see them again. Then, I continue dancing.

Morning Glory

I have been trying to go to the gym in morning, but I have been failing. I looked over to my clock and just hit the snoooze button. DAMN I suck.

Sad Men

Thought This was pretty Funny. The collection of sad men.

Bloody knuckles

Someone asked me about the scars on my hands the other day. I told them about a game we use to play when we were younger. The game was called bloody knuckles. Pretty much a stupid ass game. We spin a quarter and the other person has to flick it so it keeps on spinning. If you knock it down  or spin it off the table, then you have to face the punishment. BLOODY KNUCKLES!!! The punishment was the loser had to put his fist down on the table and your knuckles had to be on the table. The person who spun the quarter before the person who lost got to duel out the punishment. He or she would basically fling the quarter at the persons knuckles. It definitely hurt. Your knuckles would hurt like crazy, sometimes they would be bloody and bruised. We loved playing it, maybe we were stupid kids or just a show of manliness. Maybe we just loved the pain.

I think many of us are masochists. We love to cause ourselves pain. We love to hurt, just to feel something. Its hard to be numb all the time. Some people do it with relationships, drugs, alcohol and etc. Sometimes, we love to be self destructive. Like that one song says, Im my own worst enemy. I know that many of the things in my life do not propel me to success, but I think that I am afraid to succeed sometimes. At the same time, I am super ambitious and competitive. I am easily jealous at anothers' success, but happy at the same time for them. At this point, I am just rambling......

I like living in misery sometimes. Sounds stupid, but I think my soul craves it sometimes. I think I do cause my self pain a lot. I am a procrastinator, maybe I dwell on things too much . My mind constantly wonders in many different directions. It has been hard to sleep at night, waking up in the middle of the night. I wonder what is on my subconscious that is bothering me.

But looking at the scars, they all have their own separate stories. It reminds me of the scene in Jaws, where they all talk about their scars. The scars make us who we are.