My sister is the best writer I know.

I just gave her a first draft of my "why I want to be a doctor" essay for medical school, and poof, within 3 hours she e-mails me back a revised version that hits upon all the points I want to make, while sounding so much more eloquent that I think I'm gonna win the Pulitzer Prize for this shit.

Also, on a side note...I just googled my name cause I was bored, and my xanga page came up. Now thats scary. What if med schools or work places start googling people's names to check their background? I don't want them to be reading all the stupid shit I post on here.

Sometimes, its just nice to have a common boring name like "Kevin Kim", where nobody can find specifics about you on the Internet.

Growing up as an asian kid in San Jose, there are certain things that make up who you are and unfortunately one of these things is car racing. Now to be completely honest, my interest in cars is quite minimal, which is surprising considering the group of friends I grew up with in high school. Our "crew" consisted of a BMW M3 (don't ask me what year, i don't know), a Camaro SS, 3 Toyota MR2's, and my lowly 1990 Acura Integra. Now my car, which was quite roomy cause it was a hatchback, was primarily used for transportation of items to "fix up" the other cars - such as rims, kits, and other miscellaneous items. My car itself was never "fixed up" in any sense of the term.

Early in high school, Friday or Saturday nights would consist of going to the "races" in Milpitas where literally dozens of cars would meet up at specific gas stations and then decide which "tracks" to go to. These "tracks" were normally roads next to big Silicon Valley companies, where there were long stretches of road that were easily accessible for racers and spectators. It was pretty much like the Fast and the Furious except far less flashy and far less organized.

Now for me, there were two thrills of going to the "races". One was seeing my friends smoke other cars, which they regularly did (Alan, the owner of the M3, had a license plate frame that said, "Be fast...or don't waste my gas")...and the other was running away when the cops showed up.

Considering my history one would expect that I would know a lot about cars, but I truly don't. All I know is that a V8 engine is faster than a V6...which is sad cause all that takes is common sense.

So fast forward to yesterday where I was back home in Cupertino, driving to the Starbucks at AMC Mercado theaters. I was approaching a red light when I noticed a girl sitting in the passenger seat of a car to my left. Naturally I turned my head over and looked to see if she was cute or not. She was actually pretty cute, which was nice...but apparently the driver, probably her boyfriend, took notice.

Now we're both at the red light and all of a sudden he revs his engine on me.

I normally don't get provoked like that. My car is pretty simple and slow, and attracts very little attention from people who race. So I do what any normal guy would do: I check out what the hell he's driving. The guy was driving a white Civic SI that had an ugly body kit, which if I remember correctly my friends said my Audi had a chance against. So I thought, "Fuck it, lets do this. A man should have the right to check out any girl he pleases". So I proceed to rev my engine back as a signal of affirmation that I was ready to whoop his ass.

The light hit green and off we went. I got off to a surpisingly good start, which I guess meant my stick driving skills improved over the years. But as I punched it to third I was trailing by half a car-length, and by the time I gunned it to 4th he was already a couple car lengths ahead of me.

Now the events that follow was the primary reason why I chose to tell this story:

I hit the brakes once I knew I lost and quickly got back to the speed limit of the expressway, which was 50mph. As the Civic sped through the next traffic light a cop car made a right turn onto the expressway and immediately turned on his siren and started racing after him. The Civic was easily going at least 80, if not 90mph.

What's the moral of the story? You don't rev your engine on nice guys like me. Karma's a bitch.

I think some xanga people don't understand that NOT EVERYBODY HAS A NICE COMPUTER.

So when you decide to put 20 pictures in your xanga blog, added with sappy ass music in the background, please understand that it is a DEATH SENTENCE to my comp, and there is no way I can get out of it. The only thing I can do is hit the "back" button like 50 times, which actually freezes my comp even more, and frantically scream "what have i done?!?!? what have i done!?!?", while I'm stuck listening to your horrible taste in music.

So how do we resolve this?

Please only post pictures of FINE women, and eliminate all pictures that have anything to do with friends or family. Now if you are in a picture with a FINE woman, then I guess posting that picture would be acceptable. If you are FINE yourself, then you must have FINE friends, so please give those pictures higher priority.

I think this will all work out for the best.

hey everybody.....its been so long since I've posted....I've been reading people's posts but not contributing anything of my own....so I think imma try to start this baby up again....

so the cafe at Borders where I normally study recently remodeled and is now called the "Seattle's Best" coffee shop, and they do this new thing where they ask for your name so that they could call it out when your drink is ready.

they do this a lot at coffee shops, and jamba juices.......but with a name like "duc-uy", its just a real pain in the ass to spell it out for them.....so I've shortened it to "duc"....which is simple and easy, and I get the added amusement of seeing "duck" spelled out on my cups

well, for the past week or so, I've tried something new....and now my name at "Seattle's Best" is officially Leonardo.

I think i look like a Leonardo. I don't know why I did what I did, but when the lady asked me for my name, "Leonardo" just came out of my mouth.

...and when they called out "white mocha for Leonardo!!!"......it felt kinda cool

i'm thinkin about tryin some others....like Keanu.....but the workers will probably catch on that my name keeps changing, so imma stick with Leonardo for right now.

the other day, one of them asked me if she could shorten it to "Leo"...and I said no. "the name......is Leonardo".