Just wanna put this up, even though theres a bigger more meaningful blog I've been wanting to write thats gotta go up soon (Hopefully)...

anyway  I got another haircut....heh.

 

Here's the before haircut pic...

And then about an hour or two afterward...

Yeah....heh...uh yeah anyway.  Then it was time to go home, wash up and eat my breakfast at 10pm.

Protein shake and cereal...frosted flakes? maybe.

Uhh don't ask about the last pic...I dunno what I was going for in that one heh.

This is a picture of my son.  Hehe...naw it's me at like 16 years old haha...Ever notice how kids look kinda funny?  Like their heads are too big for their bodies?  Weird...hehe.

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Hello everyone.  As some of you know, I've returned from my arduous trip.  Safe to say everything is well and I'm still alive heh.

Uh first things first I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for all the support and messages.  Special thanks to DY for making the tribute blog to me heh, sad that that blog gets more comments than my own ones do haha but it's cool.

 

Umm so here's the thank you video I promised everyone...finally.  Sorry for the crappy quality...but I always tell you my camera sucks heh.

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bl76zfd3Q2U

And uh yeah...some pics like I promised...sorta.

This was me on za plane.  As you can see I used my laptop as peeker protection from the flight attendants.

Byte sized peanuts...wonder why they're called byte sized and not bite syzed er sized.  Had me confused the whole flight.  Guess that's a good distraction technique, I landed before I knew it.

 

I was staying up at my Maternal grandparents place, unfortunately they were repainting the entire house so I was stuck in my old bedroom there for most of the time I was at the house.  But while in the room I found some old pics.  Here's my senior year picture from high school, and a family portrait from when I was like 3? maybe...something like that.

Ok senior year of high school was about 9 years ago...and I was just about the same height I am now, and weighed the same as I do now...but my skin was better back then.  Still I never could get any girls in high school heh.  Oh welll...

Damn I look pretty pale in that picture heh.  Mid 80's had some weird styles heh.  Kinda funny my hair style when I was that age is pretty much the same as it is now.  Except back then I didn't have to straighten my hair every morning =*( heh.

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So as some of you prolly already heard from Sam and DY I've been cast in his upcoming Ninja movie titled "Broken Blade".  Based loosely on Ryu Hayabusa from the Ninja Gaiden video game series.  I checked out the concept art for the character and if I do say so myself he's a pretty cool looking guy...but I might be biased heh.  Thanks again to DY for convincing the writer/director to give me a shot and a cool character to work with heh.

So here I am...as (concept art) Kenshin from "Broken Blade".

Whatcha all think?  I kinda like the look.  Except now I can't cut my hair and while I was up north I had decided to finally cut my hair haha...damn.  Anyway I think I might start just wearing clothes like that on a daily basis...and maybe pose like that too everywhere I go...heh.

Also my promised pic that is even Melly acceptable...maybe heh.

 

 

 

Yep...so once again

Hello everyone.  I'm gonna be gone for a while, not sure how long this trip is gonna last and no idea if I'll have internet where I'm going.  Wish I could say I'm goin to have fun, but unfortunately that's not the case.  Anyway try not to miss me too much, and don't be surprised if it takes me a while to get back to any of you.

Take care and be happy while I'm gone.  ^_^.

-J

Ok this blog might get a little long...or emotional...or weird...just warning in advance since I dunno how it's gonna come out.

I just finished watching "The Rebel" (Dong Mau Anh Hung), starring Johnny (still feels weird for me to call him that) Tri Nguyen, and AnD's Dustin Tri Nguyen.  If anyone remembers Cradle to the Grave, or The protector starring Tony Jaa Johnny was in both of those movies.  Dustin's on AnD so you can look him up here heh.  I'm not really a fan of Johnny's acting, but since this was supposedly like the biggest movie Vietnam ever made I really wanted to see it.  I'm still not much of a fan of Johnny's acting even after watching the movie, but he did a lot better than I expected...anyway that's not the point.  The point is the movie affected me a lot.  Luckily Sam fell asleep during the movie so he didn't catch me crying the 2-3 times I cried throughout the movie.

The reason why I think it affected me so much?  The movie takes place in the 1920's while France still controlled Vietnam.  If you dunno Vietnam history other than the Vietnam War then uh I'm not gonna explain it but suffice to say France was a bastard and took over the country for a long time.  My grandfather was apart of the French Indo-China Navy back when he lived there...meaning he worked for the French, not that there was much choice as you can kinda tell through the movie.  I only have one picture of the time my grandfather lived in Vietnam and it's with him and his family...all 12-20 of them sitting outside a hut in a rundown village, he's wearing a navy suit.  So I'm guessing that was probably around the last time he saw most of his family ever again.


Woot pic of my grandpa...no idea what age though.

He left vietnam and worked as a cook on some ships for the Navy.  Eventually escaping away to America.  He came to America in and around 1910.  Back then when you came to Ellis Island the people running the immigration lines were bastards and treated non white or non english speaking people at least like animals.  You go through a lot of grueling, demeaning, degrading things before you even get up to the point where they want to know your name.  When you give them your name they don't even listen and just write down whatever they want.  I'm sure many people have similar pasts, least ones who came to here back in the day.  Hence why my name is Vancho and doesn't sound Vietnamese at all.  I still to this day don't even know what my real name should be.  I know my Grandpa's name was Hoang Van something but I don't know what the last part was.  Anyway that's just besides the point.  My grandpa was a great man (a little prideful? heh).  He's one of the only people I've ever looked up to and wanted to be more like in my life.  When I fail at anything he's the one I think of before anyone and feel ashamed for him to be related to me.  He's the one I always pray to and hope I can make him proud one day.  And I never even really knew him...weird isn't it?  He died before I was even 1 year old.  He had my dad when he was at least in his 60's (since no one knew how old he was they just guessed based on how old he looked in his first picture when he came to America) so by the time I was born he was over 80 or 90 something.  Before he died he gave me a stuffed dog as a gift, story goes he died two weeks later.  When I was little I used to say his soul went into the dog.  So I've kept that dog with me everywhere I go ever since, and call it grandpa.  When I was younger I'd have full on conversations with it as if my grandpa was really in it.  I still do once in a while...especially a few months ago when, anyway yeah once in a while I still do.  Here's a pic of the dog...


Woot my "grandpa" as he appears now.  He's getting old =*(.

Anyway reasons I look up to my grandpa.  He had to go through a lot of stuff to get to America.  Had to join an army he was most likely against, had to play nice and then run away.  No one really knows the details behind it, supposedly he didn't talk about it much to my dad, and since I never got to know him I never got to ask any of these questions myself.  Once he was in America he had to fit in, which is always hard.  But after a while he did fine.  He spoke 7 languages fluently supposedly, including Vietnamese, French, Italian, English, Cantonese, Mandarin, and Japanese.  My dad used to say it didn't matter where they went my grandpa would just talk to people in whatever language was theirs.  When my dad was young the area they lived in was majorily latino/black and almost no asian's whatsoever.  My grandpa smuggled in lots of Viet's from Vietnam and brought them over here got them jobs and out of the wars.  I'm sure some conservatives will hate him for that but whatever to me he's a hero to all those families for doing that.  We went back to NY a few years ago and the area of Queens (I'm pretty sure it was Queens at least) my dad grew up in is almost completely Viet/Asian in general now.  My dad was sad at first because all the old homes had been torn down and were built into apartments/condos.  But as we got to the block my dad's old house was on it was the first block that didn't have apartments and only the old houses that had been there since at least the 50's.  We found the house my dad grew up in, so he was happy about that.  Anyway more info about my gp.  He was friends with this one cop who worked in China Town, I met this guy and he added some more stories about how everyone loved my Grandpa and how he was always a gentle, quiet, really hard to anger man yet he had a lot of respect from people and was rarely if ever looked down upon for it.  I guess my dad inherited his personality from him, and I got it from my dad.

Uh so not long after my grandpa came to America WWII came around and America had their concentration camps, even though my grandpa was viet he got sent to those too.  I'm not sure what happened with that...my dad won't ever tell me the details. During the vietnam war they tried to send my dad over to vietnam to go fight for the US because of the draft, they didn't care that he was viet they just wanted him to go over and fight against our family (least that's how I see it).  We're from the north too, so he would more than likely had to have ended up going against someone related to us in one way or another whether its direct or friend of a friend of a family member or whatever.  My dad got out of it luckily, but not easily.  Uh bla bla bla, the war ended and as far as I know so did all my family ties in Vietnam, not knowing my own name makes it kind of hard to figure out who we're related to.  When my Grandpa died other than my dad I pretty much lost all my viet relatives.  So it's kind of funny that I relate so much more with my viet side than anything else.

Anyway been wanting to write about him for a while, the movie just brought back a lot of memories, ideals and pain about things so I wanted to get it out while I still felt it.

And so to finish it off...uh go watch The Rebel.

So as most if not all of you already know, on thursday Sam and I went to help out fellow AnD'r director Mark Allen with a shoot for some TV show.  Was a pretty simple quick shoot.  I wonder if they could all tell I only had 15 minutes of sleep the night before...oh man I was soooo tired heh.  At the shoot there was this lil asian girl who seemed to look familiar.  I heard one of the other actors call her what sounded like Peachies...so I was thinking...hm wonder if that's that Peachies Su girl...it was.  Cool girl, was nice meeting her too.  Mark is a cool guy too, and nice to work with especially with all the stress he was probably under, he didn't put any of that onto us (or at least not any onto me so thats good heh).  Uh yeah...I brought my camera to take pics during the shoot...buuut I couldn't find it for the whole day.  I was sad, luckily Mark took this picture to commemorate all the AnD people who worked on the film.

Eh Grace and Sam look great heh.  I'm pretty sure I was mid doing something retarded looking and just barely turned in time to  look at the camera...heh.

THANK YOU again to Mark Allen for giving us the opportunity to work together.  Was definitely fun.


Afterward Sam and I went to find Chan Dara, the Thai place I went to eat with Quinn and Annie from a month or so ago.  Guess Sam wasn't used to Thai food, but he seemed to like it.  Wish I had my camera to take pics...buuuut noooooo...=\ heh.  After that we had a few hours to kill so Sam and I tried to find a friend of ours who works at hooters in "hollywood".  Man took like an hour just to get to her.

We hung out with her while she was at work, got to see all the guys hitting on her and all the girls who work there look scary (to me anyway) too much "boba" but no boba heh.  Man I'm craving some good boba...maybe I'll get some later tonight.

Anyway we tried to convince the girl to come hang out, she's been depressed lately, but she ended up ditching us after we made fun of her too much haha..jk..well kinda hehe.

Then it was time for Sam and I to head back to basically where we just left to get to the screening of a movie Sam and a couple other friends were all in.  We'd both already seen the movie, but we got there kinda late.  Afterward hang around talk to cast and crew, then head over to a lounge to hang around more talking to cast and crew.  Talk about future projects etc. 

This one writer/actor said I had a perfect look to be a main villain, and he wanted to write a character around me.  I was like whaaaa...me = villain??  nooo me = hero! haha...but he said he wanted me to be a villain like Light/Kira from Death Note (he didnt use that as a reference but that's who I associated his description with) and so I was coo with that cuz those kinds of villains are my favorite type, the psychological, charismatic, manipulating, cool, evil evil guys heh.  Whatcha all think?  I look like a villain?  Is this the face of a villain?


Or more recently how about this?

I guess I could imagine that that face is an evil person...

How about with the hair slicked back and no sleep for like two days...heh...ok Im done.


After the party we got home, sadly I couldn't sleep right away even after only getting 15 mins of sleep the night before.  Finally passed out around 3am....woo long Thursday.

Yep sorry for the lack of pics and excessive text...someday soon I'll be used to using a camera to document mylife heh.

(Random side note, just watched this jDrama called "A Million Stars Fall From the Sky", if you like psychological intense drama's check it out.  It's got my favorite japanese actor in it too, Kimura Takuya...I think is his name heh sad I can't ever remember his name even though he's my favourite.)

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