I am salivating as my bro is barbequing my Mom’s infamous Korean steak. I kept hovering over his shoulder with a look of desperate anticipation. He finally waved me away, “Back off, loser! I got this.” Ah, sibling love.

I might as well pump out an entry while I’m waiting for meat divine.

Last night over dinner, I complained to the boys, “I’m having problems finding sunglasses. It’s not easy when you have no bridge and chubby cheeks!”

G responded, “Sweet. Now I have something to make fun of you with.”

I shot him my evil chipmunk glare.

I’ve been searching in vain for a pair that won’t sit on my cheeks. I’ve contemplated getting them “reduced”, a little cheekosuction action. But I can’t do it. Sacrifice a youthful face for a pair of Raybans? Naw.

On Friday night, I was ID’d at a Korean restaurant. Huh? What planet am I on? Asian people don’t ID other Asians! After the shock, I felt like I pulled off the greatest sham of the century. Even my yellow brethren can’t tell my real age. I almost said, “Ha ha! I foo’ you! I foo’ you!”

Yeah, the cheeks stay.

So last night the boys and I ended up checking out T’s new place. 22nd floor with a full panoramic view of Vancouver. P remarked, “Wow, shitty view.”

It’s odd – me with several forty-something year old white men. Whenever I’m with a bunch of dudes, to freak out onlookers, I’ll say with a thick Asian accent, “I waise pwice today! Sucky now twee dolluh! Hoo turn tonight?“ I get punched in the arm every time I do that.

While we were checking out T’s bedroom, a few jokes were cracked about my singular presence and what trouble I could get into. “Oooh, we could make your dreams come true!”

I waved my hands and yelled, “Whoa, whoa, back off, mofos!” The boys raised their hands in mock surrender and in my most serious tone, I added, “Take a number.” Hehehe

We watched UFC, and what a precise knock-out delivered by Silva! I don’t condone activities where humans willfully hurt each other. However, to watch hand-to-hand combat using skills gained from centuries of warfare, there’s something primitively alluring about it.

I think the fighters should be masked though. Think Jabbawockeez. I just find their faces distracting, even contemptible. Hide the human expression and all that’s left to watch is movement. Beautiful, dangerous movement.

Grub is on! Peace out.