You're Asian, you must be smart, right?

I recently got a haircut. This is noteworthy only because I haven't gotten a haircut since January or whenever it was I last got a haircut. The last time I got a haircut before that was just a few days before I left for Japan.

First off, I generally dislike getting haircuts. Having to sit still for 15 minutes while some person messes around with my hair, tickling my face and such is bad enough. This is compounded with the fact that I will itch like crazy after my haircut is done because there is absolutely no way to stop the bits of hair from getting all up in my shirt and crap. And of course, I'm just lazy.

The arguably larger part of the problem between me and haircuts is that the more I have to tell my barber of what I want, the crappier my haircut will turn out. My last barber was a Korean lady who always cut my hair very well, and I never had to tell her how I wanted it. That alone made it worth a slightly higher price than some Supercuts haircut, a decent tip, and the 20 minute drive to get to her place.

I believe it was Drew Cosner who once said that one of the most defining things about a man is his haircut, and usually with haircuts you get what you pay for. This was after he had just spent a pretty penny on a nice haircut, so it's entirely possible he was just making himself feel better. All the same, nothing makes time pass slower than waiting for a bad haircut to grow out.

Anyhow, I like my new haircut. This is remarkable because this haircut is from an entirely new haircutter person who recently came into town. I walked in, sat down, told him I wanted my hair cut shorter, and voila, he did it. I suppose this guy will become my new, regular barber, and I will start getting regular haircuts once again.

And of course, the point of this whole post is that the barber who cut my hair a year ago is no longer here. I had my hair cut by her right before she closed for the weekend, and on that weekend she was in a fatal car crash. I was the last person whose hair she cut before she passed away.

She left behind two daughters, the youngest of which was 17 at the time. I'd met one of them before, but beyond the haircuts and the conversational banter, I hardly knew anything of my barber's family. I did very much like my barber, and she was quite the nice woman. I wish I could have said something to her daughters about that, but there was no bridge there and two months would have passed by the time I was back home to say anything. In that sense, I feel some sort of guilt, though I don't really know why.

Today I went to San Jose with my father and mother. Along the way we stopped in Walnut Creek to visit an old co-worker and friend of my father. We ended up staying and talking for quite a while. Most of the conversation revolved around me, their daughter (age 16 or so), and the various other children in our generation. Most of the kids of other friends were about my age and in college, or soon to graduate and enter college. Apparently most of the kids they were talking about I had at some point in my younger years met. Generally though, remembering things from before I was four is a bit hard to do, so I didn't recognize any of those kids, nor the daughter and son of my father's friend.

My mother just came back from a high school reunion in China and visiting relatives in Korea. Apparently about a hundred people attended the reunion, though I don't know what portion of the graduating class that represents. I believe my mom has had a class reunion almost every two years for the past..., six years maybe?

It seems that since the last reunion, two of her classmates had passed away. Upon hearing that news, she and her classmates decided that they would continue to have reunions every two years at the least. Closer together would be nicer, but difficult to manage.

My maternal grandfather is just now turning 80. In some sense I'm surprised he has lived this long; he had some medical problems a few years back, and he's getting more and more senile by the year. His wife passed away maybe six years ago or so, and I can't really imagine how that might feel. I really do wish I knew more about my grandparents, but the generational gap is wide enough as is, and the language gap makes it that much harder to learn much about them. I fear I'll never know much of anything regarding the history of my family.

On a final note, I should be graduating next year. My father and his friends suggest that I go immediately into grad school, though I don't see why I would do that. It seems wasteful to go and study even more about a subject I have no real life experience with. The predictability of another few years of school does offer some sense of security though, so I am attracted to the idea. However, another few years of school also seems like just the thing I don't need given that I will be finishing my 21st or so year of schooling (including preschool!) upon graduation of college.

I guess my ideal after-school situation would be to find a job in a large city somewhere in SoCal or even maybe in some other state entirely. I would also not mind working in China, though I don't know the likelihood of me finding a position there right after college. I've yet to consider the logistics of any such event, and striking out in another land entirely seems daunting in many respects; the final slash to the umbilical cord of financial support from my parents. I think my brother ought to be going to college around that time as well, and though I'm sure he'll get a full ride to some school or another, my parents have suggested that depending on how things go, I might need to help him out financially. This seems unlikely, but every contingency must be considered.

Long story short, my future is hazy, and I've hardly considered what I'm going to do after college beyond the simplistic "find a job, find a place to live, make some friends". I'll have to start dealing with my own auto insurance, my own health insurance, various doctors appointments, saving up money for the future, planning my career; the list just goes on. I once asked of an "older brother" of mine from kung fu, a guy has just finished his Ph.D in physics, whether life ever got easier. He replied simply that life never got easier, and in fact it probably just gets harder along the way. The thing is that you become better prepared for everything along the way as well, and so in some sense, the difficulty level of life was relatively constant.


I do suppose though, that I should make it a priority to find a new barber once I arrive at my next destination. I think it would be looked upon poorly to go without a haircut for six months at a new job.

# posted by Yann : 01:58  0 comments

I blog now after victoriously vanquishing a multitude of chitinous foes donning the darkest of armor. They struggled against my righteous smiting, eventually turning tail simply trying to escape my wrath, but lo!, I prevailed and their corpses now litter the smooth, beige battlefield.

Now see, the thing is, normally I don't actually like killing things in the real world. I think this stems from some memories of me doing some pretty messed up things to some slugs, and so I hesitate to kill even spiders or other kinds of crawly things. HOWEVER, these ants have decided to keep pushing at my limits; at first there was only one or two in the bathroom a few days ago. I ignored them, figuring they would find no food and would therefore go away. As it turns out, they decided they really liked my bathroom countertop, and so invited some more of their friends over.

At this point I decided that I didn't want them getting into my room where there actually was some modicum of food, so I had to resort to killing them and letting them wash down the sink. Not surprisingly, they continued to appear, so I had to resort to more thorough measures; I cleared off the countertop and washed it all off with soap, the idea being that I could wash away the scent trails left by all the ant reconnoitering. This did not stem the steady increase of ants on a daily basis at all.

Now obviously my routine killing of all the ants is doing nothing, and I'm sure 20 more will be in my bathroom tomorrow. I'm a bit wary of spraying raid all over the place where I wash my face and brush my teeth and such, but I'm kinda wondering if I have any other options at this point. Maybe I'll try a wash with bleachier stuff, like tilex or something.


PostScript:

No more than 20 minutes after disposing of that last batch of ants, I went back into my bathroom to find a shit-ton more ants in there. WTF?!?!

# posted by Yann : 11:50  0 comments

So, I woke up at 11:30 after some very, very bizarre dreams expecting that the AC repair guy would be coming along so that the house would not be so ridiculously hot. I made myself some food, watched some TV, and made myself comfortable while waiting. I ended up watching the tail end of the DS9 episode where Vash comes to DS9 along with Q and nearly destroys the station because she's toting around a prophet crystal thingy. I consumed my lunch, and continued to watch another episode involving Jadzia Dax being charged for crimes that Kurzon Dax committed, and her unwillingness to help her own defence because of a vow that Kurzon Dax made to the woman he had an affair with.

At this point it was about 1, and the guy hadn't shown up. A call or two later assured me that the guy was to be here soon, so to sit tight and wait it out. I watched some more Star Trek, this time The Next Generation, and I think the first episode was the episode where they discover two neighboring civilizations that have reached an interesting relationship; one produced a "medicine" for the other planet, and the other planet produced lots and lots of crap to pay for the "medicine" the first planet produced. The only real thing I remember about the episode was that the lady alien was fairly pleasing to the eye, but she hadn't done much in the way of significant work on the TV, so I wasn't able to find much in the way of pictures or information about her. Ultimately, I think I really only thought her outfit was cute.

The next episode of TNG was the one where Tasha Yar dies.
Long story short, it was long, and kinda uninteresting.
The episode after that was the one where they find the area of space they are currently in is having some time hiccups. This episode was kinda nifty, and once again the main point of interest for me was that the scientist's wife was not bad looking. I can't actually find any pictures of her, even though she's done a fair amount of work in mass media since her appearance on TNG. Like above, I think my fascination with her was primarily because of the clothing. Anyhoo, moving on.

I called the place again, since it was about 4 and the AC repairguy had yet to show up. The lady told me the guy had to go to the emergency room to get stitches last night, and so was slow on all his stuff today since it was his assistant doing most of the manual work. I also learned the guy's name, Juan. After talking to her, I wondered why she couldn't have told me so earlier in the day so I wasn't sitting at home rotting my brain. :sigh:

At this point, the Star Trek was over, which saddened me. I moved on to Conan O'Brian, which was a not too funny "episode" as it were. Then I watched The Simpsons episode where Homer goes to the chili-cook-off and eats some peppers and has a vision quest where he is told to find his soulmate and such. There was then some That 70's Show in which Hyde moves into the house and Red tries to hook Foreman up with a cute cashier at work who actually has a crush on Red. Then I watched Malcolm in the Middle which was the episode where Malcolm's friend grows boobs and Reese tries to hit on her, and Francis' roomies steal a totem pole, and Hal tries to learn to fly a kite.

About halfway through MitM, the repair guys finally showed up. I talked to them for a bit, and then let them do their thing. I ended up finishing the episode and moving on to another episode of hat 70's Show again, but this time it was about the girls making Rhonda look cute for Fez, and something about an old army buddy of Red's and swing parties and summat. Around then the 'rents were home, and Diana had come over, and it was about time to head out.

So, after doing all of that nothing, I ended up going to Sac and visiting my mom's friend's Hawaiian BBQ restaraunt called "L&L Hawaiian BBQ". Turns out Hawaiian BBQ is just Korean food, Japanese food, and American food all on a single menu. Not surprisingly, a lot of it was deep fried, and I felt pretty sick after eating just a portion of the meal. Blah blah blah, went home, went to Dennis', hung out, went home.

If anyone actually read all of that, I'm pretty impressed, I was boring myself just writing it. Point is, I spent most of today doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, except maybe after I left the house, but that was still debatedly boring. I do believe I will have to become much more productive in future days.

In truth I've been feeling particularly lazy due to the heat as of late, and so I've been doing jack shit besides going to classes and lazing around. I've got projects I need to start on, and I keep telling myself I'll start them soon, but no work has actually been done yet. Anyhow, here's to doing something more productive with my time in the near future. I swear that reminds me of a song lyric from 2pac or Outkast that goes something like, "Do something more constructive/productive with my time than bitch/beg" or some crap. I can't seem to find the exact lyric online, and now it's bothering the hell out of me.

And as an ending note, I still think I liked DS9 more than I liked TNG. DS9 was so much less cut and clean in terms of good and evil as compared to TNG. Then again, I might have to watch both series again if I really wanted to make a truly informed decision. I think I can hope that it will not be the case that I make such a decision in the near future.

# posted by Yann : 02:40  0 comments

My mother recently got back from a trip to Korea and China. I believe there was a class reunion of sorts in there, somewhere around Beijing I think. I kinda wish I could have gone, seeing as how I probably won't be going much of anywhere abroad this year, but school did not allow. More than anything I'm feeling more than a bit jealous of the many people who are abroad or going abroad this year. I realize I went last year and all, but, yeah. I guess if I had it my way I'd want to travel somewhere pretty much every year, but the problem with this is that it costs a fair amount of cash, which I don't currently have, and probably won't have for quite a while.

In related news, I am entirely broke right now. Maybe I should begin looking into other forms of income besides tutoring; the pay is good but the hours aren't so many. This reminds me of an article I read about people who hire poor Chinese kids and adults to monitor Lineage II bots while they bot for gold and rare items. He pays them shit as compared to what he makes, but what he pays them is still pretty good considering what they would probably do otherwise. From there I found the IGE homepage which buys up the gold from whatever and resells it to people. I don't know exactly how I feel about the fact that people have turned it into a business, but I'm not really in a position to say much about it at all I guess.

I once sold zeny and other such items on Ragnarok Online for a period of a few months. That having been said, the profit from doing that kind of thing is kinda ridiculous so this progression to hiring people to monitor the bots is not too surprising. It kinda makes me want to pick up doing so again, but.., I think I'd feel bad about it.

I'm sure people have noticed, it is quite hot lately. It's been getting to 100+ these past few days and the AC in the house is currently dead. Needless to say, it's been a miserable few days. Supposedly, some guy is coming tomorrow to fix or replace our AC depending on whether it is worth fixing, so hopefully the AC will be operational before the day gets to be too unbearable. Oh how I hate the heat. The recent days have reminded me of my trip last year. Granted the lack of humidity here allows for the possibility of going outside and not coming back in totally drenched in sweat, but all the same it's still pretty damn miserable. At the very least there were typhoons going on while I was in Japan (they seemed to follow me around), so half the time it was fairly overcast and breezy. Here, the only respite from the heat is being in a building with the air conditioning turned so cold that plants around the building are actually DYING as the excessive power usage destroys the enviroment.

Which reminds me, my brother is currently living in some new dormitories that were recently built as part of a summer camp. In a conversation we had when he called me, he told me that the building was suffering a brownout in similar heat. I laughed at him.

Speaking of typhoons and such though, here's a random memory of Japan. I think it was the same day Sean and I went to a World War II memorial. We were having some trouble finding the second train station in Shinjuku that would take us to the subway that would take us to the next station that would blah blah blah. The typhoons had been acting up the past week, and it had actually rained pretty hard just that morning, and I had no umbrella. So.., while getting frustrated with the fact that we were having trouble finding a freaking TRAIN STATION, it was becoming more sprinkly outside. Sean broke down and bought a nice umbrella that looked classy in some shop for 1300yen earlier that morning, so he was having no issue with the rain. I still needed some protection, so we ducked under an overpass for a moment to figure out where we needed to go.

As it turned out, the wall of this underpass was lined with umbrellas and price tags taped to the wall. It also had a long-ish cardboard box which contained a bum who was sleeping at the time. Being that there was a perfectly adequate umbrella sitting there with a tag of 100yen, I really wanted to buy it, but the "proprietor" was sleeping. In the end I ended up dropping off a 100yen coin on his box and walked away with the umbrella: an umbrella which once was as white as snow, but after years of abuse ended up looking mostly white. Sean and I dubbed it my hobo-umbrella, and Sean forecasted I would contract venereal diseases from it.

The umbrella ended up serving me pretty well, and I used it all the way up until I finally left Japan. I had originally intended to take it with me to Taiwan, and eventually home, but I forgot it in my uncle's restaurant. Probably for the better, since an umbrella is a kind of bulky thing to pack. All the same, I kinda miss my hobo umbrella and I wonder whether my family has held on to it. Perhaps it has been passed on and now lies underneath an overpass next to a waiting hobo for another young gaijin like myself to come and pick it up.

The pic for today is one I took in the airport while waiting to get on a plane to..., Tokyo I think. I remember that Sean was not with me while I was taking the pictures, so it must have been the first flight I took to Tokyo before the final flight to San Jose.

# posted by Yann : 02:25  1 comments

A thingy, which I suppose can be called a stream of consciousness rant in which I will not use the backspace. Except maybe to correct simple errors, but never to change the layout of what I'm doing or to revise a sentence I have just written.

Lately I have been strongly wondering about the direction of my life. I'm obviously not the best of students, as my GPA would show. That is to say, I'm not particularly good at getting good grades. Now I'm not going to talk about whether grades truly represent learning or not, but as it is, under this current institution and its rules, I'm not doing so well in school. I can pass my classes, I definitely have classes I love, but altogether I wonder whether I'm fit to be doing what I'm currently doing.

What else might I do? I dunno, I'd like to do something more..., fun maybe. Writing has always been interesting to me, though I don't know that I have the ability to actually write well. Maybe more what I should sa yis that I don't know that I have the ability to write something that is interesting to audiences. The closest I suppose I've ever come to actually trying such a thing is in one of my blogs. Those sadly enough, never really got too much writing and so as I sit, two of them are simply wasting away in idle-ness. I'd considered possibly writing for the paper, for an online news source, but the question is, what in the hell would I write about?

I don't think I'm a particular expert in any one thing, and furthermore I don't know that I really have an interesting new viewpoint to add to the world. And supposing I had either, why in the hell would anyone want to read what I write? Obviously there are people in this world who have made quite a living through their writing. Odly enough the first names that come to mind, in order, are: the columnists of the Aggie Newspaper, Tim Rogers, and Haruki Murakami. What this means? Absolutely nothing, though it does give some insight into.., something. I'll have to get back to that one.

I decided to skip Japanese and Kung fu today. Japanese was going to be taught by a substitute, which meant we were probably only going to work on skits, which I'm not allowed to participate in by the teacher. I decided to skip KUng fu because classes are a bitch and I have 3 midterms coming up along with lots of homework due tomorrow. Instead of doing either, I planned on going to the library, and finishing all my homework. Lo and behold however, my homework is of course complicated as shit, in particular my 110a homework is a bitch. In an unexpected yet pleasant surprise, Mark ended up dropping by the library and we worked invidually on homework for a while (being that he was working on Greek and I was working on analog circuits), but ultimately after struggling a bit with all my assignments, I gave up and we ended up heading over to the MU and grabbing a burrito.

With Mark I've always talked about bizarre subjects. Conversations between me and him start off with whatever comes to mind, and drift freely between past and present, dreams and reality, straight speech and allusions. In particular we came to the joint conclusion that Karen Tam, the political comic writer for the Aggie, and Ian Watson, some conservative column writer for the Aggie, are both very, very crappy. I'm sure at least one of them is a cool person, but Karen's comics are not really very good at being political comics, and Ian's column is exactly what we don't need in a political column; narrow-minded viewpoints sticking purely to partisan viewpoints on partisan issues with some ranting about being a conservative in a liberal campus and town. I don't know exactly where this particular sentence was going either, but I suppose I'll end it with saying that even given that this is a college paper, their ability at whatever they are currently doing is far below the standard, even for a college paper. Best of luck to both of them, hopefully they get better, or find something new to do.

Anyhoo, I also realized today why I say so many words funny. I grew up in a Chinese-speaking household, that is to say, we did not speak much English, and my parents aren't exactly English literary geniuses. I also grew up reading many books, so though I have a fairly large vocabulary, and a good command of the English language, many words are simply glyphs in my head. I pronounce them however I felt they should have been pronounced when I first saw them, and to this day I still do the same. That last sentence grammatically sucked, but you get the point. so.., when I say preferable, I say prefer-uh-bull. As opposed to the supposedly correct, PRE-fur-uh-bull. He then asked me how I pronounce the adjective that is used to say that two objects are so similar that you would say tha tthey could be compared. I actually had to think about that before I understood what he meant, and then I said, "compare-uh-bull". I then corrected myself to say, "comp-uh-ruh-bull", but then after that, I figured I should instead give him the finger. In all light-heartedness of course. As much of a grammar nazi as I typically am, I've decided I'm going to mispronounce words the way that I do and continue to do so regardless of what others say. If Bush can say "nuke-you-lar", then I can say "tur-ahd".

Finally, I finished reading Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami today. As with almost all of his books, this one did not have the most cheerful of endings. It was an overall great read, and definitely of his style. What Murakami does for me is that he is able to put entirely human people into situations together, and then he watches what happens to them as they are dealt tragedies and dilemmas. (On that thought, is the plural of dilemma, dilemmas? I saw a sign today that said, "something something, TSUNAMIS", and that bothered me. OBVIOUSLY, the plural of tsunami should be simply tsunami, and similarly the plural of samurai should be samurai.) Murakami then, after watching them finally recover from whatever they have done, deals them one final tragedy that is unrecoverable, and watches as people adapt as best they can and generally try to cope with the loss of one of their number, for whatever reason.
His characters are simply typical people faced with tragic situations; situations that are quite realizable in the real world, and thus an overall story that moves me so much more than many things I might read. Norwegian Wood in particular deals with an offbeat guy who has to deal with the suicide of one his best friends just before he goes off to college. His best friend leaves behind a girlfriend, who is also a very good friend of the protagonist, though she goes sorta crazy and the book follows through how he goes through college with the situation at hand. Boring synopsis, but ultimately a very bizarre story, with a truly more non-typical last chapter or so.

That reminds me, I talked with Mark about dreams today. I have two notable recurring themes in my dreams; dreams in which I am unable to move, and dreams in which I have no pants. Related? I don't know. The former kind of dream generally involves me being in a house which is reminiscent of my first apartment in Auburn. There is a long hallway, and I am in a bathroom which opens into that hallway. Sometimes there are other people in the house, though I don't believe they are ever in the same room as me. I am sitting in the bathroom, stnading sometimes, sometimes leaning against a wall, and there is somethign coming down the hallway. Blackness is sorta around the thing, and in general the hall is black, so I really don't know what's coming at me. I do know however that I am wanting to get away from it, and so I try to leave the room only to find myself entirely unable to move. My body is entirely filled with lethargy, my muscles don't respond, as if I were too tired to actually move. In particular, one dream had me holding on as hard as I could to a towel rack to keep myself from falling over, to attempt to leave the bathroom, but in the end I fell to the floor, helpless and alone. Mark wonders that maybe this dream might be symbolizing my fear of feeling unable to accomplish anything in the real world. I really don't know what it means, and I don't intend to dwell overly much on that for whatever reason.

Apparently Mark has never gotten naked dreams, and yet I find myself having these god damn no pants dreams all the time. In one particular dream I recall, I was in the library sitting in a nice comfy chair, and all of a sudden I realize I have no pants. The entirety of the dream pretty much consisted of me esarching for pants, all the while attempting to remain cool about the fact I don't have pants so other's don't notice. Actually, I think I'm slinking around trying to hide so others don't notice, but same difference. Eventually I find pants (in the library?), and I'm about to pull them on, when someone comes upt to talk to me. And so, I try to discreetly put on pants, but I really can't for whatever reason. I'm trying to hide the fact I have no pants on, and yet the person talking to me is totally oblivious to this fact. I don't really recall what happens after that, but the dream itself is enough I think. Mark remarked after this story that my dreams seem to deal particularly with subjective reality. He talked about it a bit, but I think my mind wandered and so I missed what he said.

All in all, I guess I've just about written myself out. When I began typing this, it started out haltingly, and then as I emptied my thoughts onto the page, it came out as fast as I could type. I did have to stop myself several times from deleting lines to either remove them or to rephrase them, though I do believe almost all of this has only been subconsciously edited before it even occured to my brain to type. Who will read this, I don't know. As of this point I have no clue what I am going to do with this written text file. It has not even been saved yet, so maybe it will simply be deleted once I close without saving. This reminds me a friend who told me about her friend who would write entire letters addressed to herself or other people, and then rip them up and throw them in the trash. The act itself was more than enough for her, and thus after writing, she had no use for the product. I'm too sentimental for that I think, so I'll probably hold onto this and forget about it as soon as my head hits the pillow.

# posted by Yann : 23:51  0 comments

I just missed the 0920 bus which would have gotten me to class on time. I missed it because my computer's time got off by a few minutes a few days ago and I hadn't bothered to fix it until just now. What have I learned from this? If I don't shut off my computer, it's time won't go off. Therefore I will never turn this beast off again, feh.

Well, things have been going alright. I will be doing a fair amount of voltage analysis of the typical CMOS inverter over the summer for my mini-research project. After I finish with the inverter, I'll probably move on to NAND and NOR gates and investigate some assumptions the industry has been making about delay in multi-input gates. All of this involves heavy simulation using SPICE, a circuit simulation program. I know, sounds like fun, right?

As for recent events, there was a BBQ at some point on the weekend involving friends from high school; it was sad that not too many people were able to make it, but it was good to see the people who did. I think Ave has pics from that night, but who knows if or when he'll ever post them.

A few of us also went karaoke in the recent past. I have but one thing to say : I was not nearly as drunk as I should have been for that. It was fun all the same, but next time, more drink is needed I think.

# posted by Yann : 10:08  0 comments

I am in the library currently, and went to use one of the computers on
the left side. I'm kinda weirded out because the floor is now all
tile, but I think it used to be carpet. This is weirding me out quite
a bit since I can't remember for sure that it was carpet before.
Furthermore, the tile doesn't look too new and looks like it has gone
through a bit of abuse, so I am even more confused. o_o;

# posted by Yann : 13:40  0 comments

My first week of summer school is over. My first paper has been assigned, and I think I'm going to have something around five papers altogether from my two classes for the next six weeks.

My mother is now in Korea. I don't remember exactly what she's doing there but I think it has to do with a class reunion of sorts. I would've liked to go, but missing two of six weeks of Summer School doesn't generally fly so well with the University. I'm kinda jealous of everyone else I know that's either currently abroad or soon to be going abroad; I really wish I could go to Japan or Taiwan again sometime soon, but due to money and time constraints I don't think I'll be able to go until after I graduate.

Sorta random pic for the day is :

Why Sean has his hand around Avelino's waist is beyond me. Though it may look like a mega sausage-fest, I swear there were individuals of the fairer gender hanging around. In fact I do believe a girl actually took the picture.

# posted by Yann : 01:58  0 comments