The Mayans were right! Xanga is going to shutdown! EVERYBODY PANIC!

GOD! Only 200 thread sheets?!

When I said in my previous post that Xanga is on the demise, I didn't think they would take me TOO seriously. I mean, come on, guys, calm down here. Let's not act too irrational. Where are all the Malaysians going to live now? THINK OF THEM, DAMN IT!

My hair...feels so soft.

In the unfortunate event that the community miraculously doesn't come up with $60,000 in 6 weeks (sounds like a fishy spam letter don't it?), I do want to keep in touch with many of you. I've made so many friends here, including many close friendships. So I'd like to extend the offer to contact me through Facebook. www.facebook.com/cakalusa (please include your username in the message) or Twitter: www.twitter.com/cakalusa

Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst (like waiting for an STD result).

Ah yes, the good ol' days.

Member Since: 5/30/2002

2002. TWO. THOUSAND. TWO.

Geezus, I'm old. Today marks my 11th year owning this Xanga account. It was created the year after 9/11 happened, and when the US (of 'MURICA!) started the war in Iraq. I remember my first post vividly; and the irony of it all. And with time comes experience, and many eProps that I'll never use (stupid, worthless eProps!). So here are...

1. If you don't show your face in your profile picture, you've got something to hide; you're probably ugly.
2. Everyone here is an attention whore to an extent.
3. It's very cliquey on Xanga. I thought I escaped all of that after high school. I was wrong.
4. Xanga spell check isn't always akkurate.

   

   In 2001, the iPhone didn't even exist!

   
   

5. Xanga has more porn than your father's secret stash in the attic.
6. The ratio of good writers to mediocre is 1:1000; they are real treasures. You think you write well, but you don't. Just because someone left a positive comment on what an "amazing" poet you are should not get to your head.
7. Same applies for photographers.
   
   

8. You should always save your work (ctrl+c posts). Nothing is safe!
   
9. Xanga is on the decline. Its last breath.
   
10. Pulse was the original Twitter.
11. You will meet some wonderful people here, some have even gone through marriage.

The BRF aka "Bitchy Resting Face."

There's the unibrow, the infamous lazy eye, and even the pedosmile. But today, I've been informed I've a "Bitchy Resting Face." For reasons unbeknownst to me all these years, someone finally had the courage to let me know.

What is it precisely? If you think a person looks cranky, they may just be suffering from an affliction called "bitchy resting face."

I don't always profess my love to the public, but when I do, I try not to fail like these guys.

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Featuring sister, @amuse_bouche.

Ecuadorian shrimp ceviche recipe:
1.5lb shrimp, cleaned, peeled and blanched for 1 minute
1 red onion, finely sliced
3 tomatoes, chopped and seeds removed
1 bunch cilantro, finely chopped
8-10 limes, juiced
1 orange, juiced
Corn nuts

Combine all ingredients in a bowl and let it marinade in the fridge for an hour. Serve with a side of corn nuts!

Ahmed Angel is an international male model. When I grow up, I wanted to be just like him. I should probably start now.

[via buzzfeed]

Behold! The state of New Jersey awaited us (once more) on our cake day. A day filled with food, drinks, and merriment. It was neigh one, but two celebrations to be held. Enjoy ye photographs below!

Jersey welcomed us with their castle.

Arriving with 10 minutes to spare.

The king is here!

The food to be served.

The gallant knights prepare the scene.

Knights fighting.

Courses of food being consumed.

Jousting your mothers.

And fog machines everywhere.

The group photo. Can you spot the non-minority?

NYC Beatles.

Fresh cookies and ice cream. The vendor loved us so much he gave us a discount.

A random bike race. Only in New York.

Starting the afternoon off with a bunch of beers.

Cheers!

This awesome group of people bought me and our table a few rounds after finding out it was our birthdays.

A chugging for the ages. USA! USA! USA!

One of many rounds.

Drinking games with cellphones.

Dinner in Chinatown with some friends. @mkazama picture here.

Our next destination, The Delancy.

Soft, comfortable seats.

No idea how he ended up in this position. But this is normal for us.

Free drinks? Why not!

Gittin' jiggy wit' it. Do people still say that?

Birthday shots!

It's love is what it is!

Good times with good friends.

If there's one rule in the Manly Brocode of Codiness™  that every guy should follow, it's to never cockblock. Even if you're Dwyane Wade, you don't cockblock me.

This past weekend was spent celebrating a friend's birthday along with mine. It was a marathon of day drinking and eating, starting around noon. The night approached as we found ourselves in a nightclub. We made our way downstairs where these two female promoters came up to me and asked if I wanted free drinks. Who'd ever decline a free drink from strangers? Plus, I love the taste of roofies, especially from the ladies. So I agreed. They handed me a bunch of beers and we parted ways.

Me, @mkazama, and friends getting tipsy.

More drinks, more dancing (to awkward dubstub music), and more mingling. I spot a duo of girls sitting in the couch a few feet away. Every time I looked over, they would as well. I didn't think much of it, until they both came up to me and began flirting. One of them asked where I was from (she happens to live in a neighboring town), what I was celebrating, and other boring "let's-chat-but-what-I-really-wanna-know-is-if-you're-going-to-bang-me" questions. A few minutes of chatting later, she pulls out her phone; usually, it's a can of pepper spray. In my head, I was thinking "Yes, here's my chance. The door's wide open for you, Chris!"

Yes! Drunk text me! Text me like one of your French girls!

Instead, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It was one of my friends who showed up late to the party. We exchanged words, talked about a few things; each of my sentences getting shorter. My friend didn't get the hint. He kept talking. I could slowly see the girls next to me losing interest and looking at their phones. "Fack!" Before I could end the conversation with my friend, the girls quickly said goodbye and left to get more drinks.

He inadvertently cockblocked me.

I was ready to strangle my friend with my hands and eagle talon feet. But he didn't know, I can't hate him for it. However, his invite to my next birthday event will "mysteriously" get lost in the mail somehow.