When was I was around 5 years old, I was messing around with my mom's sewing machine while she was at work. You sorta know where this story is going. Well I put my finger where it shouldn't have been and I pushed down on the foot pedal. The next thing I know, the needle is shooting up and down like mad. Blood is everywhere and I'm screaming and crying. I didn't know what to do. The needle was stuck in my finger. After a minute or two, I decided to try getting it out. I pressed down on the foot pedal again to see if I could get my finger out. Well, the needle started shooting in and out of my finger again. More blood. More screaming. More crying. That did nothing...the needle was still stuck in my finger. This time I decided to wait until my mom came home. I sat there for a few hours with my bloody finger stuck in a sewing machine needle. When my mom came home she freaked out. After helping me get my finger out, she scolded me. I never touched a sewing machine again.

I'm not sure how most kids learn about the concept of electricity, but I learned the hard way. When I was about 6 years old, I was going through my parents bathroom. I was a nosey little punk. Well I found a pair of tweezers in the bathroom drawer. I had no idea what it was for, but it looked like it would fit perfectly in the slots of an electrical outlet...so I did what any other stupid 6 year old would have done. I stuck it in there and received a huge wake up call. It sent a very strong shock up my arm. Not only did it scare the shit out of me, but it left my arm tingling and numb for several hours. Talk about self education.

One day when I was in fifth grade, my class went on a class trip to Knott's Berry Farm(a local amusement park). Well, as we were leaving the classroom to get on the bus, I asked my bestfriend Mickey if I could borrow his camera. I quickly scribbled, "Mickey is a FAG!" on a piece of paper, and then I took a picture of it with his camera, without him knowing. What possesed me to do that is beyond me. My only excuse was that I was a stupid kid. Anyways, that was that. A few weeks later, I was pulled out of class and sent to the principal's office. When I got there the principal handed me the photograph of the picture I took. He ordered me to take it home with a letter he wrote to my parents. I had to have my parents look at the picture and sign the letter stating they understood what I had done and that I would be suspended from school. As it turned out, it was Mickey's mother's camera. When she developed it, she was so pissed off when she saw that picture, that she sent it to the school principal. I was busted. My parents were so pissed off with me. My mom tore up the picture and letter. The next day she took me down to school to see the principal. She bascially apologized for my stupidity and begged him to let me stay in school. Well he ended up letting me stay. No suspension. However, Mickey's mother prohibited him from hanging out with me anymore. Parents....sheesh.

Another stupid thing I did when I was in the fifth grade also got me in trouble. It's was during our lunch break one day. I was playing with some friends out in the field, where the softball fields are. There was a fence out in the field that separated the school from the residential area. Well the field overlooked the backyards of these houses. Well a bunch of my friends began throwing rocks and dirt clods into the swimming pool of one of the houses. Being the idiot that I was, I joined in. Well the lady who lived there came outside and started yelling at us. We just laughed and kept throwing stuff in her pool. Anyways an hour or two later when we were back in class, my teacher got a call and a minute later I was sent to the principal's office. I guess the lady called the school and described what I was wearing. It didn't help that I was the only Asian person there...all the other participants were white. Once again my mom had to come down and beg to keep me from getting suspended. My mom also took me to the lady's house and I had to apologize and offer to do her yard work for a month. She was nice enough to let me off the hook. Man, what a stupid kid I was.

All of the stupid things I've done in my life didn't just take place when I was a kid. I did something yesterday(3/29/99) which, now that I think about it, was pretty stupid. I was cleaning my apartment late last night and I came across my girlfriend's pepperspray. Well I wasn't sure exactly how it works. I didn't know if it was a pump spray or whether all you had to do was hold the button down and it would spray. Well the curiosity got the best of me. I took the pepperspray into the bathroom, aimed it at the sink, and pressed the button. In case anyone is curious for themselves, it's not a pump action spray. :) I found out the ugly way. The liquid shot out of the spray, hit the sink and blew back into my face. Let me tell you, pepperspray is the nastiest shit I've ever come in contact with. My eyes instantly hurt like hell. Tears were coming out of my eyes and I suddenly felt a shortness of breath. I dropped the pepperspray and ran to the kitchen gasping for air. I turned on the faucet and practically stuck my head in the sink. After flushing my eyes with water for a few minutes the pain subsided. I tried to go to bed after that, but it wasn't easy. My nose was running and my throat was soar. Through all of this, I've discovered that curiousity is not always a good thing.