hi, i'm tony yang, but i'm not tony yang. did that make sense? past two months i've had hmong girls periodically instant message me, thinking that they know me. i have no idea where they got my aim name, but when i ask them about it, none of them can give me a straight answer. hmong girls too, did i mention that as well? i don't think i've ever been formally introduced to a person of hmong descendent. i also didn't know there were such tightly-knitted communities of them dotting the united states. somewhere out there is a tony yang out there who's been circulating the wrong aim name to these girls, and the end result is that they aim me and there's a whole lot of confusion and the occasional random after hour internet chat. i don't know much about him, but from the little bits of clues i gather here and there, i think he lives in the west coast and he's originally from taiwan, like myself. that's pretty much all i know.
oh, by the way, did i also mention that these are all underaged hmong girls?
yeah, cruel hand of fate at play here, the tragic irony that is my love life. oh, not to say that i'm trying to scam on these underaged ladies, no way. contrary to popular misconception, i am not a pedophile nor do i have any desires to become one in the near or distant future. besides, i'm 27 years old! to them, i might as well be their father, that how old 27 years is to a teenager.
for desert we ordered two fondue pots. now i have never had fondue before, so it was an entirely new experience for me. let's just say it left me very full of chocolate sauce and when i came home the first thing i did was to brush my teeth. 
for those who've never had it before (like me, before tonight), it's basically a bowl of melted chocolate heated by a candle, surrounded by an assortment of treats that you're suppose to dip into the warm chocolate sauce through the use of these prong utensils. for dipping, we had figs, strawberries, bananas, pound cake, blueberries, and toffee.
