I'm exceedingly bored.

It's my fault, really. I don't feel like designing, don't feel like reading, and I'm not in the mood to play video games. I feel like blah. I'm assuming it was those four disgusting Vienna cocktail weenies I ate last night. I should of known--they came from Italy.

I've recently discovered that web-cams are a barrel of monkeys. I've inherited the fun-filled contraption, of course, because I've never felt the need, nor possessed the money to purchase one. I think it will be useful in contributing to the weird-entries streak of this journal.

Marriot Resorts believes I'm married for some bizarre reason. They persistently mail offers to Mr. & Mrs. Justin Chuan. I am married, of course, but I doubt they consider invented weddings to Japanese rock stars, and imaginary affairs with super models as any sort of valid nuptial union. I think I'll take my mom to Hawaii.

Speaking of mothers, far-off lands, and affairs with super models, Mom suggests that, I become a monk in Burma for a week. (Okay, okay. So there's no affair, but lame segues with mothers and far-off lands are so cliché.) I think I'm going to do it. Three weeks off in December. Heck, my jobless bum can use an adventure. But it's likely that this particular adventure would cost me most of the hair on my head, lunch, dinner, meat, and women. So, with my recent poor decision making experiences, I think it is very wise to throw my life into the hands of complete strangers.

Daniel left for boot camp, Sunday. The guy is gone. I'm gonna miss the bastard. That makes... The military has employed a good chunk of my buddies. I personally think joining the military is one of the most imperceptive choices I can make. Especially after meeting Mr. Escueta, and doing Honey Bucket. Why? Two words: War stink like bagoong!

Really doe, in all seriousness, war is probably the most ugly thing in the world. Melvyn Binaley Danguilan Escueta showed me that. He also showed me how a person can be the most beautiful.

We miss you.

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