Well hello there boys and girls. Yeah, sorry I haven't been updating my blog at all lately. If you have been following my blog at all, this just further proves how announcing your goals to the world reduces the chances of actually accomplishing them. So, instead of talking about stuff I want to accomplish in the near future, I will talk about stuff that I wonder about. Here is something I was thinking about the other day. When you pump gas at the gas station and your tank is full, does the gas in the tube just stay in there? What if someone needs to pump premium gas for their car but the person before them just pumped regular? Does the left over regular gas in the tube just pump into the next car? If so, that is pretty shitty. First, you're putting regular gas into your car when it should take premium... and second, you're getting charged for the premium rate for regular gas. At least for the first quarter gallon or so. Somebody should definitely look into this.
So for Halloween this year, I am going to be a prisoner. Yup, I actually have a real costume this year. Eunice wouldn't let me be a mummy again. I think being a mummy is probably the best costume ever. All it requires is a little bit of toilet paper and and some scotch tape. But according to SOME people, it isn't a real costume. So, I had to spend thirty dollars on a orange jumpsuit that I will probably never wear ever again. Although I guess having a real costume has its plus sides too. Honestly, the mummy costume doesn't really last for more than 20 minutes. People always tear away at the toilet paper to wipe their hands and clean up spills. Also, one year, Gary Wei lit me on fire. Yes, he actually took a lighter and lit me on fire. I was actually legitimately scared. I had to spill beer on myself. And the only reason he did it was because I told him that I didn't think he would. Thanks Gary.
I'm a little bit buzzed right now. Instead of studying for the GMAT tonight, I decided to drink a little bit and play "Field Runners" on Thomas' iPhone... for three hours. That game is ridiculously frustrating and addicting at the same time. Also it is a huge time waster. I swear like every five minutes he would ask me if I was still playing in a very surprised tone. Kind of like "OMG you're still playing?" Apparently five minutes with that game is more like an hour in real life. Kind of like with the dreaming in Inception but opposite. Also by the way, I didn't think Inception was that great. I liked it, but it wasn't as great as everyone was saying. I didn't watch it until a long time after it came out but I swear, everybody would not shut the fuck up about "OMG I JUST HAD A LEVEL 5 DREAM." One thing I do like that may or may not have come from that movie though is the Leo strut, what what what what?
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Can't sleep
Have you ever had a dream of something ridiculous and then after you wake up you're scared of it coming true? A couple of days ago I had a dream where the top part of skin of my scalp fell off and now I keep thinking it's going to happen. I have no idea why. I remember in my dream I was like scratching my head and then all of a sudden I just ripped off the skin on my scalp. I'm not exactly sure how it worked with all my hair and everything but now whenever I scratch my head I have a weird urge to take my skin off. Pretty weird. I wonder how it would look if I did that.
Anyways... It's been about a month or so since my elbow injury has gotten better and I've started lifting again. I'm slowly feeling the strength in my muscles coming back and I can see my body is getting back to its original state. It feels good to have muscles again and to not be such a fat ass anymore but I still feel like there is something missing. I don't have the intensity I used to have when I lift. I remember back in the day, I used to go to the gym like I was about to beat the shit out of someone. On the walk from the parking lot to the gym I would just start getting more and more pissed, and by the time I started lifting I would be at maximum intensity. I wouldn't even stop to say what's up to people I knew. I had an agenda and nothing was going to get in my way. Now I go to the gym and I generally just lie down on the mat for the first ten minutes while I do minimal stretching. Then I have to try to pump myself up to get to the actual lifting. I don't know why it is so different now. Although I do admit, I probably did take it a bit overboard back in the day and I probably always looked like I was mad dogging everyone, but I really miss the intensity I had. Now, I'm more just like eh, and I think about what lifts I can skip.
I don't know if its because I have more things to worry about now or what but I don't like where this is going. Lifting is something I have always done for myself. It was probably my second year in college when I stopped working out and started lifting. To me, the difference is this... you work out to get a little healthier, get in better shape, get a little more muscle on your arms, impress girls, etc.; you lift to get stronger mentally and physically, to continuously push yourself, break new goals and improve yourself. There's a difference. I guess I only had two real hobbies in college. Starcraft and lifting. I've already stopped playing Starcraft entirely... I'm not about to lose lifting too. I am not exactly sure where I'm going with this but just writing about it is kind of pumping me up... Hope writing about it helps me get it back.
In other news, I'm taking care of Eunice's dog this weekend. He keeps coming onto my bed and farting on me. For such a little guy, his farts smell horrific. I think it might be because I keep feeding him "rou song", that Chinese dried up shredded pork stuff, but goddamn he smells like shit. The only reason I'm feeding that to him is because I don't have any other treats to give him and he always just sits there and stares at me and makes me feel guilty. I wonder if dogs get bored. All he does all day is just sit in my room. Also for a little guy he runs pretty fast. I tried racing him and I was running my hardest and he was like right next to me the whole time. Given my legs are like 32 times longer than his, that's pretty good.
Anyways... It's been about a month or so since my elbow injury has gotten better and I've started lifting again. I'm slowly feeling the strength in my muscles coming back and I can see my body is getting back to its original state. It feels good to have muscles again and to not be such a fat ass anymore but I still feel like there is something missing. I don't have the intensity I used to have when I lift. I remember back in the day, I used to go to the gym like I was about to beat the shit out of someone. On the walk from the parking lot to the gym I would just start getting more and more pissed, and by the time I started lifting I would be at maximum intensity. I wouldn't even stop to say what's up to people I knew. I had an agenda and nothing was going to get in my way. Now I go to the gym and I generally just lie down on the mat for the first ten minutes while I do minimal stretching. Then I have to try to pump myself up to get to the actual lifting. I don't know why it is so different now. Although I do admit, I probably did take it a bit overboard back in the day and I probably always looked like I was mad dogging everyone, but I really miss the intensity I had. Now, I'm more just like eh, and I think about what lifts I can skip.
I don't know if its because I have more things to worry about now or what but I don't like where this is going. Lifting is something I have always done for myself. It was probably my second year in college when I stopped working out and started lifting. To me, the difference is this... you work out to get a little healthier, get in better shape, get a little more muscle on your arms, impress girls, etc.; you lift to get stronger mentally and physically, to continuously push yourself, break new goals and improve yourself. There's a difference. I guess I only had two real hobbies in college. Starcraft and lifting. I've already stopped playing Starcraft entirely... I'm not about to lose lifting too. I am not exactly sure where I'm going with this but just writing about it is kind of pumping me up... Hope writing about it helps me get it back.
In other news, I'm taking care of Eunice's dog this weekend. He keeps coming onto my bed and farting on me. For such a little guy, his farts smell horrific. I think it might be because I keep feeding him "rou song", that Chinese dried up shredded pork stuff, but goddamn he smells like shit. The only reason I'm feeding that to him is because I don't have any other treats to give him and he always just sits there and stares at me and makes me feel guilty. I wonder if dogs get bored. All he does all day is just sit in my room. Also for a little guy he runs pretty fast. I tried racing him and I was running my hardest and he was like right next to me the whole time. Given my legs are like 32 times longer than his, that's pretty good.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Goals
So I have been taking classes for the GMAT's with my brother and some of his friends at UCLA for the last 3 weeks. One thing I learned from going to this class is that I really hate traffic. My Thursday generally consists of me leaving work 30 minutes early to sit in traffic for two and a half hours. Although one week, I had to bring my brother some gas on the high way because he ran out. That was pretty fun. Running across the highway exit when all the cars are speeding by at 50 miles per hour is surprisingly exciting. (Even though the next car coming is a good 200 feet away.)
Anyways, I have a new goal that has to do with the GMAT but I will not be telling any of you my goal until after I accomplish it. I recently watched a video on Ted Talks that says how telling people your personal goals actually lowers your chances of accomplishing them. This is probably the reason why I have never stuck to a diet for more than a week, still can't do a back flip and probably why I never actually completed anything I ever said I was going to do, that I posted on here... including just updating my blog at least once a week. Haha... so this new goal is definitely going to be met and I will let you all know after I accomplish it.
Have you ever seen Undercover Boss? It's a show where the CEO of a company goes undercover and pretends to be a new employee. Here is a video that I thought was hilarious... I think that it is nicely animated too.
If you don't think it's funny then you are probably stupid.
Very stupid.
Anyways, I have a new goal that has to do with the GMAT but I will not be telling any of you my goal until after I accomplish it. I recently watched a video on Ted Talks that says how telling people your personal goals actually lowers your chances of accomplishing them. This is probably the reason why I have never stuck to a diet for more than a week, still can't do a back flip and probably why I never actually completed anything I ever said I was going to do, that I posted on here... including just updating my blog at least once a week. Haha... so this new goal is definitely going to be met and I will let you all know after I accomplish it.
Have you ever seen Undercover Boss? It's a show where the CEO of a company goes undercover and pretends to be a new employee. Here is a video that I thought was hilarious... I think that it is nicely animated too.
If you don't think it's funny then you are probably stupid.
Very stupid.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Haircut
Every time I get a haircut I always ask for a 2 on the side and an 8 on top. I have been doing this for a while, probably ever since I started college. The thing is, I only like my 2 on the side and an 8 on top haircut maybe about two weeks after I get it.. after my hair grows out a little. It didn't occur to me until today that perhaps I should ask for a less short haircut next time. But what should I ask for? How do the numbers and ratios of buzzer sizes really work? That was a dilemma I was thinking about while I was driving to the barber shop. Would it be a 3 and a 9 or a 3 and a 12? The question is how did I get from 2 to 3. Did I add one or did I multiply by three halves? After much deliberation, I figured if the hair on the top of my head grows at the same rate as the hair on the side of my head, then it would make no sense to go by ratios and get a 3 and a 12. Getting a 3 and a 9 would make the most sense, since it's just like getting a 2 and an 8 but with an extra eighth of an inch of hair. So, when I got to the barber shop, I confidently told the barber I wanted a 3 on the side and a 9 on top. Which he then replied, "I don't have a 9." So, I ended up getting a 2 and an 8. I will be looking pretty good in about 2 weeks.
In other news, my mom and brother have convinced me to take the GMAT's. And when I say convince, I mean more like force. But, I guess I can see the plus side of taking it early. Too bad I didn't know the difference between the GMAT's and the GRE's until last week. I actually still don't know anything about the GMAT's besides that it is out of 800. But if it is anything like the SAT's then I feel pretty confident about it. I actually took 2 sections of a practice exam just now and got tired and decided to lie down and watch youtube videos instead. I'll finish the test tomorrow, I promise. I actually do like standardized testing. I find it kinda fun to study for since you can gauge your improvement. Anyways, I guess I am taking it in November or December. Wish me luck.
In other news, my mom and brother have convinced me to take the GMAT's. And when I say convince, I mean more like force. But, I guess I can see the plus side of taking it early. Too bad I didn't know the difference between the GMAT's and the GRE's until last week. I actually still don't know anything about the GMAT's besides that it is out of 800. But if it is anything like the SAT's then I feel pretty confident about it. I actually took 2 sections of a practice exam just now and got tired and decided to lie down and watch youtube videos instead. I'll finish the test tomorrow, I promise. I actually do like standardized testing. I find it kinda fun to study for since you can gauge your improvement. Anyways, I guess I am taking it in November or December. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Blog is still back
Hey friends. I have absolutely nothing to talk about today. I'm just updating since I boldly stated that I would be posting in it at least once or twice a week less than a week ago. I mean, if I do say so myself, I did a pretty good job with THREE updates last week. But if you don't want to waste your time, you should probably stop reading now.
Anyways, I noticed that I have still gotten zero suggestions on how to make my blog better, so thank you all for that. Although, I did put a new counter back in sometime last week and also I enabled some options blogger.com offered that I didn't know existed before. Yeeeeeeup... looking pretty good... not.
Onwards
So for those of you who don't know, I am a big brother to a little kid named Jesse who lives in Santa Ana. I don't really do much with him, we just spend a couple hours a month together doing fun stuff. I hung out with him last weekend and we went bowling. (I owned him, of course) (I actually bowled 6 strikes, pretty amazing) But anyways, I realized that he doesn't know his times tables very well. The kid is in the 7th grade. I think when we were in 7th grade, we were starting pre-algebra or something. Repeatedly asking Jesse multiplication problems made me suddenly think back to a time where I was in my basement with my mom in New Hampshire and she was making me memorize my times tables and it just made me really thankful that she did that. It also made me kind of worried for Jesse since he doesn't really seem to care at all about learning how to multiply. Not that I was a good student or anything but your times tables are so damn important! I told him that if the next time I see him he doesn't know his times tables, I'm going to beat him. Haha we will see how that works out.
Also, I think you will be surprised to hear that I have not been playing any Starcraft at all for like the last month. I have no idea why, but I just haven't. And Eunice hasn't even been here either so it's not like she's been stopping me. Pretty weird. Like my number one hobby that I love spending hours doing went out the door just like that. I hate to say it but... Am I outgrowing Starcraft?!?
Nah...
That's definitely
not
possible.
And to end this not-so-eventful post...Here's a remake of my old joke.
Q: How many Koreans does it take to eat one 10 pound dog?
A: Three... Two to get mad at each other, and one to eat it.
Anyways, I noticed that I have still gotten zero suggestions on how to make my blog better, so thank you all for that. Although, I did put a new counter back in sometime last week and also I enabled some options blogger.com offered that I didn't know existed before. Yeeeeeeup... looking pretty good... not.
Onwards
So for those of you who don't know, I am a big brother to a little kid named Jesse who lives in Santa Ana. I don't really do much with him, we just spend a couple hours a month together doing fun stuff. I hung out with him last weekend and we went bowling. (I owned him, of course) (I actually bowled 6 strikes, pretty amazing) But anyways, I realized that he doesn't know his times tables very well. The kid is in the 7th grade. I think when we were in 7th grade, we were starting pre-algebra or something. Repeatedly asking Jesse multiplication problems made me suddenly think back to a time where I was in my basement with my mom in New Hampshire and she was making me memorize my times tables and it just made me really thankful that she did that. It also made me kind of worried for Jesse since he doesn't really seem to care at all about learning how to multiply. Not that I was a good student or anything but your times tables are so damn important! I told him that if the next time I see him he doesn't know his times tables, I'm going to beat him. Haha we will see how that works out.
Also, I think you will be surprised to hear that I have not been playing any Starcraft at all for like the last month. I have no idea why, but I just haven't. And Eunice hasn't even been here either so it's not like she's been stopping me. Pretty weird. Like my number one hobby that I love spending hours doing went out the door just like that. I hate to say it but... Am I outgrowing Starcraft?!?
Nah...
That's definitely
not
possible.
And to end this not-so-eventful post...Here's a remake of my old joke.
Q: How many Koreans does it take to eat one 10 pound dog?
A: Three... Two to get mad at each other, and one to eat it.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
manager of shitty apartments
You ever meet someone that really likes to exercise what little power they have to the full extent? My god. I've only met the office manager of my apartment complex like three times but he is the hugest queer-bag ever.
When our apartment lease was up, my roommate and I went to the office to ask them if we could get a rent reduction. We ended up talking to this queen of fags. Thomas tried the "Oh we just got out of college and are looking for jobs." line. We were trying to get our rent reduced to what we payed last year. Anyways, this homo tells us that there's no way that we can get our rent reduced and then he says "Welcome to life." Oh thanks so much for welcoming me to life, manager of a shitty apartment complex!" I had no idea this was life for the last 22 years. Seriously what kind of condescending prick says that? Especially a fucking apartment manager; it's not even a nice apartment complex either. I probably made more money than this mother fucker did and he's all talking down to us like he's the shit. Welcoming me to life... what a sack of shit.
Anyways, last week, UPS sends Thomas a package and the UPS guy leaves the package in the office because we weren't home. Thomas goes home for the weekend so I go to the office with the slip they left us to pick up the package. The guy brings the package to me and asks me for ID. I said the package is for my roommate but my name is on the lease for that address. He tells me I can't take the package. I ask him if he showed the UPS guy ID when the UPS guy gave him the package. He says no. I say, yeah exactly, I wouldn't have needed ID to get the package from the UPS guy so why do I need ID to get it from you and I do have ID and I live here. I forget what he says but he's a faggot. I tell him that there is food in there and my roommate is going to be gone for a week. He says that I can get Thomas to fax something to him. Like he is going to know Thomas' signature or some shit. And I know he has seen the two of us together. Anyways, I tell him that this is retarded and just leave. The next day I come back and ask for the package and this other lady just hands it to me.
Like that was fucking so difficult. Anyways, moral of the story is don't be a fat fuck like this guy.
I am quite disappointed in myself because I seem to have had a hard time finding words to describe this guy that weren't gay related. I tried my best to think of other names to call him but I kept going back to the common homo-derogatory names, which is something I am trying to grow out of. This reminds me of a time where I was chilling at my friends house and watching T.V. with her and her gay roommate. I think we were watching some really girly show and I kept mentioning how gay everyone on that show was, totally forgetting that her roommate was gay. So she keeps kicking me and whispering and pointing to her roommate. And then I keep whispering back "Oh shit, sorry sorry sorry."
Anyways, literally like 4 minutes later we start talking about SAT's and stuff and I tell them I got a 2200 on my SAT's. Then her roommate goes oh wow why are you going to UCI? And I said "I dunno, I didn't get into UCLA but I got into UCSD but I didn't want to go." And he asks me why not? (And for those of you who don't know my close high-school friends who went to UCI talk shit on UCSD to our UCSD high-school friends all the time... to the point where I guess it comes naturally) Anyways, so he asks me why I didn't go to UCSD and without thinking, I instantly replied... more like yelled... "CUZ SAN DIEGO IS FOR FAGS!!" I seriously forgot who I was talking to until like immediately after I finished that last word. My mouth is still wide open and I kept my eyes glued to the T.V. because I was too scared to look over at him. The room is just sitting in complete silence.
Most awkward moment ever.
After about 10 seconds of awkwardness, I said "Dude, man I'm so sorry, I completely forgot, I didn't mean it like that at all." Luckily he was a cool guy.
When our apartment lease was up, my roommate and I went to the office to ask them if we could get a rent reduction. We ended up talking to this queen of fags. Thomas tried the "Oh we just got out of college and are looking for jobs." line. We were trying to get our rent reduced to what we payed last year. Anyways, this homo tells us that there's no way that we can get our rent reduced and then he says "Welcome to life." Oh thanks so much for welcoming me to life, manager of a shitty apartment complex!" I had no idea this was life for the last 22 years. Seriously what kind of condescending prick says that? Especially a fucking apartment manager; it's not even a nice apartment complex either. I probably made more money than this mother fucker did and he's all talking down to us like he's the shit. Welcoming me to life... what a sack of shit.
Anyways, last week, UPS sends Thomas a package and the UPS guy leaves the package in the office because we weren't home. Thomas goes home for the weekend so I go to the office with the slip they left us to pick up the package. The guy brings the package to me and asks me for ID. I said the package is for my roommate but my name is on the lease for that address. He tells me I can't take the package. I ask him if he showed the UPS guy ID when the UPS guy gave him the package. He says no. I say, yeah exactly, I wouldn't have needed ID to get the package from the UPS guy so why do I need ID to get it from you and I do have ID and I live here. I forget what he says but he's a faggot. I tell him that there is food in there and my roommate is going to be gone for a week. He says that I can get Thomas to fax something to him. Like he is going to know Thomas' signature or some shit. And I know he has seen the two of us together. Anyways, I tell him that this is retarded and just leave. The next day I come back and ask for the package and this other lady just hands it to me.
Like that was fucking so difficult. Anyways, moral of the story is don't be a fat fuck like this guy.
I am quite disappointed in myself because I seem to have had a hard time finding words to describe this guy that weren't gay related. I tried my best to think of other names to call him but I kept going back to the common homo-derogatory names, which is something I am trying to grow out of. This reminds me of a time where I was chilling at my friends house and watching T.V. with her and her gay roommate. I think we were watching some really girly show and I kept mentioning how gay everyone on that show was, totally forgetting that her roommate was gay. So she keeps kicking me and whispering and pointing to her roommate. And then I keep whispering back "Oh shit, sorry sorry sorry."
Anyways, literally like 4 minutes later we start talking about SAT's and stuff and I tell them I got a 2200 on my SAT's. Then her roommate goes oh wow why are you going to UCI? And I said "I dunno, I didn't get into UCLA but I got into UCSD but I didn't want to go." And he asks me why not? (And for those of you who don't know my close high-school friends who went to UCI talk shit on UCSD to our UCSD high-school friends all the time... to the point where I guess it comes naturally) Anyways, so he asks me why I didn't go to UCSD and without thinking, I instantly replied... more like yelled... "CUZ SAN DIEGO IS FOR FAGS!!" I seriously forgot who I was talking to until like immediately after I finished that last word. My mouth is still wide open and I kept my eyes glued to the T.V. because I was too scared to look over at him. The room is just sitting in complete silence.
Most awkward moment ever.
After about 10 seconds of awkwardness, I said "Dude, man I'm so sorry, I completely forgot, I didn't mean it like that at all." Luckily he was a cool guy.
Monday, September 13, 2010
HOARDERS
Hi unhelpful friends! So yesterday I made a post asking for people to please help with ideas on how to make this blog better. If you could scroll down and take a look, there are zero comments there. Thanks all! I feel so special. Anyways, I have decided to start posting more frequently, maybe like at least once or twice a week. I won't be posting the link on Facebook every time though because I don't want to spam your feed, but feel free to check in every now and then.
So I've been watching this show called "Hoarders" on TLC. I actually watched the whole first season on Netflix last night and today. If you've never heard of the show before, it's a documentary on people who have problems with hoarding. They can't mentally bring themselves to throw stuff away so basically their entire house is literally filled with piles of garbage and useless stuff. Basically the show brings in professionals and cleaning crews to help with their problem. Anyways, it's sad to say that some of the rooms in their houses aren't too far off from how my room looks (or used to look... I cleaned it). If you know me, you probably also know I am somewhat messy. I never had a system of having a "home" for all my items. I also don't have the "natural" tendency to pick things up after I drop them.
I never knew it was a tendency I was suppose to have until I met my girlfriend, Eunice. Eunice spends a lot of her time making a big deal about how I don't clean up messes I make. And I spend a lot of my time trying to clean up messes before she gets mad at me. Anyways, there was this one time where I went to her apartment after work. She was talking to me while I was changing and I accidentally dropped a piece of scrunched up paper on the floor.
After about five seconds she stops talking and says (with a decent amount of attitude) "Uh... you better pick that up." Where as, I reply "Of course I am going to pick it up. Why would I leave paper on the floor? I'm just changing right now and I will throw it away right after." (like her telling me to pick it up was the most pointless thing ever)
And then she doubts me.
I'm wearing a full suit so it takes me about a minute and a half to change but I spend the majority of that time telling her how little faith she has in me. And how she always over-exaggerates about how messy I am and it is NOT my fault that her apartment gets messy and she should stop blaming me. After I finish my speech, I'm feeling pretty good about myself and I walk over the the refrigerator to get some water. I look over to her and I can physically see the Korean rage coming out of her eyes. Literally less than 10 seconds have passed since I said that to her and I completely forgot about the paper I dropped. It was like one of those things where there is absolutely nothing I could say to be right in that situation. All I could do was sprint over to her, pick up the paper, sprint over to the trashcan, throw it away and laugh it off. HA HA ha ha ha h..... oops.
Don't worry, she thought it was funny too. Kind of.
So I've been watching this show called "Hoarders" on TLC. I actually watched the whole first season on Netflix last night and today. If you've never heard of the show before, it's a documentary on people who have problems with hoarding. They can't mentally bring themselves to throw stuff away so basically their entire house is literally filled with piles of garbage and useless stuff. Basically the show brings in professionals and cleaning crews to help with their problem. Anyways, it's sad to say that some of the rooms in their houses aren't too far off from how my room looks (or used to look... I cleaned it). If you know me, you probably also know I am somewhat messy. I never had a system of having a "home" for all my items. I also don't have the "natural" tendency to pick things up after I drop them.
I never knew it was a tendency I was suppose to have until I met my girlfriend, Eunice. Eunice spends a lot of her time making a big deal about how I don't clean up messes I make. And I spend a lot of my time trying to clean up messes before she gets mad at me. Anyways, there was this one time where I went to her apartment after work. She was talking to me while I was changing and I accidentally dropped a piece of scrunched up paper on the floor.
After about five seconds she stops talking and says (with a decent amount of attitude) "Uh... you better pick that up." Where as, I reply "Of course I am going to pick it up. Why would I leave paper on the floor? I'm just changing right now and I will throw it away right after." (like her telling me to pick it up was the most pointless thing ever)
And then she doubts me.
I'm wearing a full suit so it takes me about a minute and a half to change but I spend the majority of that time telling her how little faith she has in me. And how she always over-exaggerates about how messy I am and it is NOT my fault that her apartment gets messy and she should stop blaming me. After I finish my speech, I'm feeling pretty good about myself and I walk over the the refrigerator to get some water. I look over to her and I can physically see the Korean rage coming out of her eyes. Literally less than 10 seconds have passed since I said that to her and I completely forgot about the paper I dropped. It was like one of those things where there is absolutely nothing I could say to be right in that situation. All I could do was sprint over to her, pick up the paper, sprint over to the trashcan, throw it away and laugh it off. HA HA ha ha ha h..... oops.
Don't worry, she thought it was funny too. Kind of.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Blog is back
(note: date is wrong)
So I decided I really want to make this blog better. So far the only cool things about my blog is the counter and the chat box. Except the counter doesn't work anymore and nobody writes in the chat box. Oh yeah, I also have a really awesome picture of mountains with my name typed over it. I will definitely try to improve my blog content wise, but I need you guys to help give me ideas on how to improve it. I'm not sure if I'm suppose to like add labels for my posts or what. I have very little idea on how blogs work. I only get traffic here because I put it up on facebook every time I post. Anyways, if you are knowledgeable about this stuff, leave me a comment or IM me.
Onwards,
Have you ever watched a really sad movie, documentary or video on the internet that was about incredibly unfortunate people? And they are actually so unfortunate to the point that it makes YOU feel like an asshole? Any of their daily problems make any problem you could possibly have seem so minuscule that it doesn't even matter. I mean, people are getting their arms chopped off in Africa for no reason and I'm over here complaining about how Futurama didn't come out this week and now I can't stream it over the internet. I should slap myself. I guess it's only natural for people to get used to what they have and always want more. Anyways, it's just something I was thinking about. I guess whenever you feel like life isn't going so well, you can just think, "Well at least I have all my limbs!" And if you're good looking, you can also think "Well at least I'm good looking!" Sorry ugly people, just stick with the limbs one.
So other news aside, let me tell you about this cuhhhhhhhhrazy hand I got in Vegas. I'm sitting at the end of the table for blackjack, and I bet 25 bucks. I get two 8's, dealer shows a 6. Everyone stays, and it gets to me. I split and put another 25 bucks down. Another 8 comes out, and I split again. Then ANOTHER 8 comes out. So now I have split four 8's with $100 on the table. Dealer deals me my cards. I have like 15, 15, 13 and 12. Stay on everything. Dealer turns his card over, he has a 7 underneath his 6, totaling at 13. I cross my fingers.... Next card... a JACK! WAHOOOOOOOOO he busted. More like EXPLODED!! Everyone at the table wins, I take my money and PEACE THE HELL OUT. And then I bought a steak. That shit was awesome.
Pure awesomeness.
So yesterday, I went to this club called the Playhouse. I'm not sure if I ever told you how I don't like going clubbing but I just went because I had nothing better to do and one of my friends was moving away. Anyways, long story short, we started waiting in line at 10 and waited until 1. And then we went home. What kind of gay ass club does that? We kept moving up in the line because people in front of us were leaving. I guess they have a line just for people to stand there to make it look like its fun inside. Except, our friends who got in because they paid for a table told us it was really empty inside. I'm almost 100% sure I can run a more profitable club than whoever the hell runs Playhouse. Half way through the waiting process I was thinking, "Hey, maybe they just want us to wait for a while so everyone is sober again and we'll buy a lot of drinks or something." Which, I guess from a business owner's point of view is a good idea. But I seriously got in line not caring whether or not I was gonna get in. But after investing three hours of waiting, I honestly actually really wanted to get in. Mainly because I wanted to go in there and try to break as much stuff as possible without people noticing but also to have some fun. Anyways, fuck that place.
Just to recap, please leave a comment if you have any ideas on how I can make my blog bigger and badder.
So I decided I really want to make this blog better. So far the only cool things about my blog is the counter and the chat box. Except the counter doesn't work anymore and nobody writes in the chat box. Oh yeah, I also have a really awesome picture of mountains with my name typed over it. I will definitely try to improve my blog content wise, but I need you guys to help give me ideas on how to improve it. I'm not sure if I'm suppose to like add labels for my posts or what. I have very little idea on how blogs work. I only get traffic here because I put it up on facebook every time I post. Anyways, if you are knowledgeable about this stuff, leave me a comment or IM me.
Onwards,
Have you ever watched a really sad movie, documentary or video on the internet that was about incredibly unfortunate people? And they are actually so unfortunate to the point that it makes YOU feel like an asshole? Any of their daily problems make any problem you could possibly have seem so minuscule that it doesn't even matter. I mean, people are getting their arms chopped off in Africa for no reason and I'm over here complaining about how Futurama didn't come out this week and now I can't stream it over the internet. I should slap myself. I guess it's only natural for people to get used to what they have and always want more. Anyways, it's just something I was thinking about. I guess whenever you feel like life isn't going so well, you can just think, "Well at least I have all my limbs!" And if you're good looking, you can also think "Well at least I'm good looking!" Sorry ugly people, just stick with the limbs one.
So other news aside, let me tell you about this cuhhhhhhhhrazy hand I got in Vegas. I'm sitting at the end of the table for blackjack, and I bet 25 bucks. I get two 8's, dealer shows a 6. Everyone stays, and it gets to me. I split and put another 25 bucks down. Another 8 comes out, and I split again. Then ANOTHER 8 comes out. So now I have split four 8's with $100 on the table. Dealer deals me my cards. I have like 15, 15, 13 and 12. Stay on everything. Dealer turns his card over, he has a 7 underneath his 6, totaling at 13. I cross my fingers.... Next card... a JACK! WAHOOOOOOOOO he busted. More like EXPLODED!! Everyone at the table wins, I take my money and PEACE THE HELL OUT. And then I bought a steak. That shit was awesome.
Pure awesomeness.
So yesterday, I went to this club called the Playhouse. I'm not sure if I ever told you how I don't like going clubbing but I just went because I had nothing better to do and one of my friends was moving away. Anyways, long story short, we started waiting in line at 10 and waited until 1. And then we went home. What kind of gay ass club does that? We kept moving up in the line because people in front of us were leaving. I guess they have a line just for people to stand there to make it look like its fun inside. Except, our friends who got in because they paid for a table told us it was really empty inside. I'm almost 100% sure I can run a more profitable club than whoever the hell runs Playhouse. Half way through the waiting process I was thinking, "Hey, maybe they just want us to wait for a while so everyone is sober again and we'll buy a lot of drinks or something." Which, I guess from a business owner's point of view is a good idea. But I seriously got in line not caring whether or not I was gonna get in. But after investing three hours of waiting, I honestly actually really wanted to get in. Mainly because I wanted to go in there and try to break as much stuff as possible without people noticing but also to have some fun. Anyways, fuck that place.
Just to recap, please leave a comment if you have any ideas on how I can make my blog bigger and badder.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
yay
Good news everyone!
And when I say good news, I mean good news for me. You probably couldn't care less. But anyways, my elbow is finally better! I went to the gym for the first time in six weeks today. Even though I was lifting weight I probably could have lifted two years ago, I couldn't be more excited.
I flew home over the weekend and my mom wanted me to see this doctor that she knew. Judging by how she and my dad described him to me, all I could gather was that it was a very shady sounding doctor, who only takes cash, has no license and doesn't even have a sign on his door. So we went to Chinatown (Oakland) on Saturday to go see him. He has a room in this big building that was down the hall from some chanting Buddhist monks, and around the corner from some old guys playing mah-jong. Anyways, the room is probably smaller than your living room and is split with dividers into a waiting area and patient area. There was no signs or anything with his name on it, but the waiting room was already packed at 9AM on a Saturday. Three hours later, I finally see him. My doctor faxed over the x-ray results to him and he takes a look at it, takes a look at my arm and tells me he will fix it before I leave.
He takes me into the "patient area" which is just two beds and two chairs, and starts doing some crazy stuff. Basically, I don't really know exactly what happened, but there was a lot of fire and water involved. He first did some massaging and then the thing with the glass bulb and flame where it creates a suction. Then after that, I got really lost. Him and his wife kept dumping a shit load of different liquids on my arm, and then using a blow torch on it. I'm pretty sure I saw some shrimp or something in one of the liquids. After twenty minutes or so, they wrap me up and tell me I can lift by tomorrow. Highly doubtful, I go outside and try to do some push-ups in the hall. I did four with minimal pain. The day before I tried to do one with my knees on the ground and couldn't. CUHHHH...RAZY... He really did fix me up in twenty minutes. I can see why there was such a long wait to see him now. It was a pretty cool experience. Also, best seventy bucks I, or I mean my dad, has ever spent.
And when I say good news, I mean good news for me. You probably couldn't care less. But anyways, my elbow is finally better! I went to the gym for the first time in six weeks today. Even though I was lifting weight I probably could have lifted two years ago, I couldn't be more excited.
I flew home over the weekend and my mom wanted me to see this doctor that she knew. Judging by how she and my dad described him to me, all I could gather was that it was a very shady sounding doctor, who only takes cash, has no license and doesn't even have a sign on his door. So we went to Chinatown (Oakland) on Saturday to go see him. He has a room in this big building that was down the hall from some chanting Buddhist monks, and around the corner from some old guys playing mah-jong. Anyways, the room is probably smaller than your living room and is split with dividers into a waiting area and patient area. There was no signs or anything with his name on it, but the waiting room was already packed at 9AM on a Saturday. Three hours later, I finally see him. My doctor faxed over the x-ray results to him and he takes a look at it, takes a look at my arm and tells me he will fix it before I leave.
He takes me into the "patient area" which is just two beds and two chairs, and starts doing some crazy stuff. Basically, I don't really know exactly what happened, but there was a lot of fire and water involved. He first did some massaging and then the thing with the glass bulb and flame where it creates a suction. Then after that, I got really lost. Him and his wife kept dumping a shit load of different liquids on my arm, and then using a blow torch on it. I'm pretty sure I saw some shrimp or something in one of the liquids. After twenty minutes or so, they wrap me up and tell me I can lift by tomorrow. Highly doubtful, I go outside and try to do some push-ups in the hall. I did four with minimal pain. The day before I tried to do one with my knees on the ground and couldn't. CUHHHH...RAZY... He really did fix me up in twenty minutes. I can see why there was such a long wait to see him now. It was a pretty cool experience. Also, best seventy bucks I, or I mean my dad, has ever spent.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
:/
All work and no gym makes Albert a dull boy.
It's been about 4-5 weeks since I've lifted to my full potential. I can feel all the meat on my body slowly moving to the center and accumulating at my stomach. It's what I call getting fatter and skinnier at the same time. Arms and legs get skinner. Stomach gets fatter. Depressing. I really miss the feeling of setting new goals and achieving them in the weight room. Can't wait till my elbow gets better.
I can't get through the day without someone starting up a conversation with me regarding StarCraft 2. Not that it's a bad thing because if you know me you know that I looooooooooooove StarCraft. I love StarCraft so much that I'm dating a Korean girl. Just kidding. Anyways, I HAVEN'T GOTTEN SC2 YET. I feel like it is happening again. See, the reason I've been playing StarCraft non-stop all these years is because when everyone started moving on to Counter-Strike, my computer couldn't run it, so I kept playing SC. And when, I finally was able to run Counter-Strike, everyone started playing WarCraft 3 which, once again, I couldn't run. So, basically I just stuck with StarCraft and never switched games. And now that SC2 is out, I am 80% sure my laptop video card can't run it. Hopefully everyone won't be too good by the time I get it.
I never knew what it felt like to play a game where more than three of my friends played. Haha, it's like whenever you find out someone still plays StarCraft, you hold on to them for dear life. Now all these noobs who I didn't even think knew what StarCraft even was is talking to me about SC2. Haha, hopefully by the time I get it, it will still be cool.
And don't be thinking "Haha it's not even cool now."
Because it is
It's been about 4-5 weeks since I've lifted to my full potential. I can feel all the meat on my body slowly moving to the center and accumulating at my stomach. It's what I call getting fatter and skinnier at the same time. Arms and legs get skinner. Stomach gets fatter. Depressing. I really miss the feeling of setting new goals and achieving them in the weight room. Can't wait till my elbow gets better.
I can't get through the day without someone starting up a conversation with me regarding StarCraft 2. Not that it's a bad thing because if you know me you know that I looooooooooooove StarCraft. I love StarCraft so much that I'm dating a Korean girl. Just kidding. Anyways, I HAVEN'T GOTTEN SC2 YET. I feel like it is happening again. See, the reason I've been playing StarCraft non-stop all these years is because when everyone started moving on to Counter-Strike, my computer couldn't run it, so I kept playing SC. And when, I finally was able to run Counter-Strike, everyone started playing WarCraft 3 which, once again, I couldn't run. So, basically I just stuck with StarCraft and never switched games. And now that SC2 is out, I am 80% sure my laptop video card can't run it. Hopefully everyone won't be too good by the time I get it.
I never knew what it felt like to play a game where more than three of my friends played. Haha, it's like whenever you find out someone still plays StarCraft, you hold on to them for dear life. Now all these noobs who I didn't even think knew what StarCraft even was is talking to me about SC2. Haha, hopefully by the time I get it, it will still be cool.
And don't be thinking "Haha it's not even cool now."
Because it is
Friday, July 30, 2010
dress socks
What's the deal with people who use the term "blahablhab and I" incorrectly. For example, "That guy said hi to bob and I." First of all, I feel as though the only reason people would say that is to be grammatically correct. But, if you're gonna use it when you should have just said "me" which is the better sounding and easier word to say, then you're just an idiot. It's kinda like going out of your way to sound smart but you really just sound like a dumb ass. It is a pretty basic grammar rule you probably should have learned in the 5th grade. See, I would have no problem with someone who used "blahalbalh and me" incorrectly because that is the natural way people talk. But if you're gonna go out of your way and try to speak differently, at least have it make grammatical sense.
Does that bother any of you or is it just me?
Here is an idea I had. Assuming you are a dude in college or right out of college that just recently got a job or internship at some office... and assuming you are pretty broke and not a metro dude and don't have a lot of dress clothes... let me know how this idea pans out for you. So I don't know about you but as far as my dress clothes go, I have a suit jacket, black slacks, like two to four dress shirts and three pairs of black socks and a few ties. That is all. So I have no problem with wearing the same suit jacket and pants everyday and alternating shirts. My problem is with the socks. I only have three pairs of black socks and I'm not going to do my laundry every three days. Assuming I wash my clothes every week and never lose any of those socks, a dilemma will still arise if I work more than three days a week. What am I going to wear on my feet my fourth day of work?
So here is what I ended up doing. Since I have like twenty pairs of white socks, I would just wear the same black socks over different white socks every day. Now, three pairs of black socks can last me at least ten days. The problem with this is that wearing two pairs of socks everyday gets kind of hot and the black socks still get pretty gross since essentially you're still wearing them three or so days in a row. Now my idea/solution is this:
What if there were black "socks" that only started at the heel and went up to the ankle/calf. So essentially it looks kind of like an ankle brace. So you will wear this over your white socks (which you own a lot of) and you only need to buy one pair of these fake socks. When you are wearing your dress shoes, nobody will know that you aren't really wearing real dress socks except for you. So, essentially you come off looking professional, but on the real, you're wearing half socks underneath your shoes. The half sock's wont get sweaty because you're not really double layering your feet. So, one pair of half socks that can probably sell for a dollar will last you forever.
How is that for a solution?
Now the targeted niche for these socks would be non-gay, male college students to non-gay, male newly graduates within the past six months. I think after you're about six months into the work force, you can probably afford to buy real black socks. Also gay dudes probably own a lot of socks along with many other things.
FAQ:
Q: Why don't you just buy new black socks?
A: Because buying black socks is expensive and I'd rather spend my money on food or more white socks.
Q: How many black socks do you currently own?
A: Since nobody came up with this brilliant idea when I first started working, I own around ten so this is no longer a problem for me. Although I really wish this existed a year ago.
Q: If you are wearing the same fake black socks every day, wouldn't they get dirty?
A: Not really, since you're kinda only wearing them around your ankles. I don't think people really sweat that much around their ankles that much when doing normal office work.
Q: What happens with you take off your shoes and people see what you're wearing?
A: Don't take off your shoes. And if you have to take off your shoes, explain to them what you are wearing and try to get them to buy some for themselves.
Does that bother any of you or is it just me?
Here is an idea I had. Assuming you are a dude in college or right out of college that just recently got a job or internship at some office... and assuming you are pretty broke and not a metro dude and don't have a lot of dress clothes... let me know how this idea pans out for you. So I don't know about you but as far as my dress clothes go, I have a suit jacket, black slacks, like two to four dress shirts and three pairs of black socks and a few ties. That is all. So I have no problem with wearing the same suit jacket and pants everyday and alternating shirts. My problem is with the socks. I only have three pairs of black socks and I'm not going to do my laundry every three days. Assuming I wash my clothes every week and never lose any of those socks, a dilemma will still arise if I work more than three days a week. What am I going to wear on my feet my fourth day of work?
So here is what I ended up doing. Since I have like twenty pairs of white socks, I would just wear the same black socks over different white socks every day. Now, three pairs of black socks can last me at least ten days. The problem with this is that wearing two pairs of socks everyday gets kind of hot and the black socks still get pretty gross since essentially you're still wearing them three or so days in a row. Now my idea/solution is this:
What if there were black "socks" that only started at the heel and went up to the ankle/calf. So essentially it looks kind of like an ankle brace. So you will wear this over your white socks (which you own a lot of) and you only need to buy one pair of these fake socks. When you are wearing your dress shoes, nobody will know that you aren't really wearing real dress socks except for you. So, essentially you come off looking professional, but on the real, you're wearing half socks underneath your shoes. The half sock's wont get sweaty because you're not really double layering your feet. So, one pair of half socks that can probably sell for a dollar will last you forever.
How is that for a solution?
Now the targeted niche for these socks would be non-gay, male college students to non-gay, male newly graduates within the past six months. I think after you're about six months into the work force, you can probably afford to buy real black socks. Also gay dudes probably own a lot of socks along with many other things.
FAQ:
Q: Why don't you just buy new black socks?
A: Because buying black socks is expensive and I'd rather spend my money on food or more white socks.
Q: How many black socks do you currently own?
A: Since nobody came up with this brilliant idea when I first started working, I own around ten so this is no longer a problem for me. Although I really wish this existed a year ago.
Q: If you are wearing the same fake black socks every day, wouldn't they get dirty?
A: Not really, since you're kinda only wearing them around your ankles. I don't think people really sweat that much around their ankles that much when doing normal office work.
Q: What happens with you take off your shoes and people see what you're wearing?
A: Don't take off your shoes. And if you have to take off your shoes, explain to them what you are wearing and try to get them to buy some for themselves.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Hi
Well, new update. You guys will be surprised but I actually ran a mile a day for the last 6 days. Yup. My goal is to hit 35 days because that is when Eunice comes back from Italy. Hopefully by the time she gets back, I will be less of a fatass. The bad news is that my elbow is still pretty fucked up and I can't even do a push-up. I wonder how much longer I should wait to see the doctor again. Every time I go to the doctor he makes me feel like a pussy because he just tells me nothing is wrong with me. I remember two years ago I had a huge internal bleeding in my leg and my whole foot/calf was purple and brown, and I thought it could have been serious. It wasn't. ha ha...ha.
In other news, I discovered a much more time efficient way to eat instant oatmeal. Basically just hold a cup of water, tear open the packet, pour some of the dry oatmeal in your mouth, chew, and if it gets too dry then drink the water. It works pretty well and it actually tastes pretty good. It saves probably like 1 minute from microwaving and most importantly you don't have to do any dishes. Also, you can eat oatmeal on the go. Go ahead and give it a try the next time you feel like eating oatmeal but are pressed for time. You can thank me later.
Anyways wish me luck on the next 30 or so days!
In other news, I discovered a much more time efficient way to eat instant oatmeal. Basically just hold a cup of water, tear open the packet, pour some of the dry oatmeal in your mouth, chew, and if it gets too dry then drink the water. It works pretty well and it actually tastes pretty good. It saves probably like 1 minute from microwaving and most importantly you don't have to do any dishes. Also, you can eat oatmeal on the go. Go ahead and give it a try the next time you feel like eating oatmeal but are pressed for time. You can thank me later.
Anyways wish me luck on the next 30 or so days!
Monday, July 19, 2010
movie 2
So, after I wrote that last post, I immediately thought of a few other movies that I kinda hated due to ugly actors.
Well, I didn't actually end up hating "The Dark Knight" because it was so damn awesome, but that new Rachel Dawes lady really fucked it up for me.
Especially this part, when the Joker keeps saying what a pretty girl she was. The only thing I could think about was how great of an actor Heath Ledger was because of how great he was at pretending that she was really hot.
Here is another picture of her just to prove my point
DAMN IT! Doesn't that just make you ANGRY?!?
Anyways, onwards to the next one.
Chronicles of Narnia.
Have you seen it?
Have you seen this girl?
SERIOUSLY what the hell? Don't ask me why I watched "Chronicles of Narnia" but goddamn this little girl was so incredibly ugly. Not that I had high hopes for this movie when I watched it, but her little pig face ruined any chances of me enjoying that movie.
Scroll back up real quick and look at her picture again. Now imagine having to see that face on and off for two hours. Does that seem enjoyable to you? Because that's basically what "Chronicles of Narnia" is. Anyways don't watch it. Also don't watch "The Bounty Hunter" either. I watched that today. It sucked.
Well, I didn't actually end up hating "The Dark Knight" because it was so damn awesome, but that new Rachel Dawes lady really fucked it up for me.
Especially this part, when the Joker keeps saying what a pretty girl she was. The only thing I could think about was how great of an actor Heath Ledger was because of how great he was at pretending that she was really hot.
Here is another picture of her just to prove my point
DAMN IT! Doesn't that just make you ANGRY?!?
Anyways, onwards to the next one.
Chronicles of Narnia.
Have you seen it?
Have you seen this girl?
SERIOUSLY what the hell? Don't ask me why I watched "Chronicles of Narnia" but goddamn this little girl was so incredibly ugly. Not that I had high hopes for this movie when I watched it, but her little pig face ruined any chances of me enjoying that movie.
Scroll back up real quick and look at her picture again. Now imagine having to see that face on and off for two hours. Does that seem enjoyable to you? Because that's basically what "Chronicles of Narnia" is. Anyways don't watch it. Also don't watch "The Bounty Hunter" either. I watched that today. It sucked.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
movie
Have you ever watched a movie where one of the main characters were so ugly that you started to hate the movie? That is pretty much what Transporter 3 is. Man that girl is so fucking ugly. Here, give me a second, let me go on google and copy and paste a picture of her.
BAM. My god. The thing about it is, they kept zooming in on her face and she kept doing seductive poses and shit. If you're gonna have an ugly girl play a large part in a serious movie, don't try and pretend she looks good. All the zooming in just made me notice how many freckles she had on her face. They're so big and there are so many of them that they are kind of connecting and it's making her whole face look that color. If you are looking at the picture and thinking to yourself "Hey, she doesn't look that bad." Just trust me on this... she does look that bad.
Hmm.. What was another movie I saw where there was another ugly motherfucker that made me hate the movie? OH YEAH! The movie they made two movies before this one. Transporter 1.
Oh, this asian Michael Jackson wanna be. Here's the worst part, this retarded looking guy supposedly has this chick as his daughter.
How hot would the mother have to be for this guy to have a daughter like that?
Answer: very
BAM. My god. The thing about it is, they kept zooming in on her face and she kept doing seductive poses and shit. If you're gonna have an ugly girl play a large part in a serious movie, don't try and pretend she looks good. All the zooming in just made me notice how many freckles she had on her face. They're so big and there are so many of them that they are kind of connecting and it's making her whole face look that color. If you are looking at the picture and thinking to yourself "Hey, she doesn't look that bad." Just trust me on this... she does look that bad.
Hmm.. What was another movie I saw where there was another ugly motherfucker that made me hate the movie? OH YEAH! The movie they made two movies before this one. Transporter 1.
Oh, this asian Michael Jackson wanna be. Here's the worst part, this retarded looking guy supposedly has this chick as his daughter.
How hot would the mother have to be for this guy to have a daughter like that?
Answer: very
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
still fatboy
So, I just ate some pretty burnt chicken. It was alright. Anyways, I just wanted to let you all know how right I was about my goal in my previous post coming true. So today is about six days later and I have not yet even attempted to run a mile once, however, I did get a seven dollar haircut which made my body look slimmer. Also, I went to the doctor to check out how my elbow was doing. He said I shouldn't lift for four weeks. FOUR WEEKS! That is so incredibly long. I was thinking about just going to the gym and working out only 3/4ths of my body for the next four weeks. I wonder how that will turn out. The thing about lifting (at least for me) is that it is very sad when you can't lift what you lifted in past. Not making improvements is always a bummer but un-improving is just depressing. It's kinda like going to Vegas and winning a shit load of money and then losing it all and more before you go home. Anyways, I have a feeling these next four weeks is gonna suck.
So, anyways shout out to AY and everyone else for coming out to my birthday and Eunice for planning it. I had a splendid time. SPLENDID!!!!! I feel kind of old now since there is nothing really left to look forward to besides turning 25 so I can rent a car. But at the same time, I still feel really young since it is now the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I'm pretty excited to get out there and become rich and more awesome. I'll let you know how it goes.
Here is where I would post a joke I made up, but I don't have one.
So, anyways shout out to AY and everyone else for coming out to my birthday and Eunice for planning it. I had a splendid time. SPLENDID!!!!! I feel kind of old now since there is nothing really left to look forward to besides turning 25 so I can rent a car. But at the same time, I still feel really young since it is now the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I'm pretty excited to get out there and become rich and more awesome. I'll let you know how it goes.
Here is where I would post a joke I made up, but I don't have one.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
fatboy
Hello boys and girls! YES! It is that time of the year again. The moment you have all been waiting for has finally come. It is time for me to make another unrealistic goal to become not fat in a unrealistic amount of time. Yes, out of the 40 or so posts I have made in this blog, I'd have to say at least 10% of them involve new year resolutions, new life changes, etc. etc. of lists of goals of me trying to lose fat, or doing activities that would lead to losing fat. Only this time, I am almost entirely sure that it won't happen. But, I really really really do not want to turn into a true fatass like Chris Huang so I will try my best.
Ah... I remember the good old days when I used to be skinny. I was always a super skinny kid growing up. I remember looking at fat people and wondering how and why they let themselves get so fat. I never thought it was possible for me to get fat. Sadly, I was very wrong. I still remember the week where my belly first started protruding. It was my second year, winter quarter. I had just come back from winter break and had brought a lot of Costco goodies back with me. I decided it would be a good idea to drink a 40 pack of capri-sun in four days. It was not. My metabolism has never been the same since then.
I figured now would be a great time to start doing some cardio since I think I may have tore something in my elbow. Yes, sadly, I am now unable to do any sort of pressing because my elbow is suffering from excruciating pain. Too bad, since I was definitely on my way to kicking Kevin's ass at maxing out in every lift possible. (See Below). Anyways, so for my new (and realistic) fat-loss plans, I will be planning on running 1 mile every other day and slowly increase the pace until I can once again run a 7:30 mile. Then I will slowly increase the distance. Yes, I know I can't run for shit anymore but I gotta start somewhere. As for dieting, I don't really see myself doing any of that in the near future so... I'll just not plan anything for now. Anyways, I'll keep you posted on how this goes. I'm pretty sure it will only last for about two weeks though.
Ah... I remember the good old days when I used to be skinny. I was always a super skinny kid growing up. I remember looking at fat people and wondering how and why they let themselves get so fat. I never thought it was possible for me to get fat. Sadly, I was very wrong. I still remember the week where my belly first started protruding. It was my second year, winter quarter. I had just come back from winter break and had brought a lot of Costco goodies back with me. I decided it would be a good idea to drink a 40 pack of capri-sun in four days. It was not. My metabolism has never been the same since then.
I figured now would be a great time to start doing some cardio since I think I may have tore something in my elbow. Yes, sadly, I am now unable to do any sort of pressing because my elbow is suffering from excruciating pain. Too bad, since I was definitely on my way to kicking Kevin's ass at maxing out in every lift possible. (See Below). Anyways, so for my new (and realistic) fat-loss plans, I will be planning on running 1 mile every other day and slowly increase the pace until I can once again run a 7:30 mile. Then I will slowly increase the distance. Yes, I know I can't run for shit anymore but I gotta start somewhere. As for dieting, I don't really see myself doing any of that in the near future so... I'll just not plan anything for now. Anyways, I'll keep you posted on how this goes. I'm pretty sure it will only last for about two weeks though.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thomas sucks at driving
So my roommate rear-ended me the other day. Yes, we were both driving home and I decided last-minute that I was not going to not run a yellow left turn while he decided that he was going to. It's too bad I was in front of him. Luckily, neither of us really give a shit about our cars. We didn't even get out to assess the damage. The people at the intersection must have been really confused, because all I did was stick my head out the window and laugh at him. Anyways, if you ever see Thomas, be sure to tell him what a shitty driver he is.
I really was never the type to care about nice cars or name brand stuff or anything like that. Partly for reasons like this; I don't have to worry about messing it up. But mainly, I don't really care for expensive things because it makes no sense to me. I mean, if you are a millionaire or even a hundred-thousandaire then, by all means, buy whatever you want (because I will when I become one), but if you are still living off your parents or just barely getting by on your own, I don't really see the point in owning three hundred dollar sunglasses, four hundred dollar jeans, or seven hundred dollar purses, watches, shoes, etc. Yes, I will agree I have always been pretty cheap and didn't like to spend money, but it still doesn't make sense to own a bazillion dollar sunglasses (unless you can truly afford it). It's not like they block out UV rays any better than seven dollar ones do. If I was gonna buy sunglasses for over a couple hundred dollars, they better have x-ray vision or help me fly or some shit like that.
And really, people want to buy name brand shit so they can show it off. And what does that accomplish? Nothing really... except for announcing to the world that they can afford over priced stuff. And once again, if you can, that is really great, but if you can't, then please tell me why. Why would you buy it? And I have a feeling most people our age, or at least my age and younger, can't. (And I'm not talking about your spending dad's money)
I really was never the type to care about nice cars or name brand stuff or anything like that. Partly for reasons like this; I don't have to worry about messing it up. But mainly, I don't really care for expensive things because it makes no sense to me. I mean, if you are a millionaire or even a hundred-thousandaire then, by all means, buy whatever you want (because I will when I become one), but if you are still living off your parents or just barely getting by on your own, I don't really see the point in owning three hundred dollar sunglasses, four hundred dollar jeans, or seven hundred dollar purses, watches, shoes, etc. Yes, I will agree I have always been pretty cheap and didn't like to spend money, but it still doesn't make sense to own a bazillion dollar sunglasses (unless you can truly afford it). It's not like they block out UV rays any better than seven dollar ones do. If I was gonna buy sunglasses for over a couple hundred dollars, they better have x-ray vision or help me fly or some shit like that.
And really, people want to buy name brand shit so they can show it off. And what does that accomplish? Nothing really... except for announcing to the world that they can afford over priced stuff. And once again, if you can, that is really great, but if you can't, then please tell me why. Why would you buy it? And I have a feeling most people our age, or at least my age and younger, can't. (And I'm not talking about your spending dad's money)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
SUP
Hi all,
Let's start this post out with a joke.
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Koreans
Koreans who?
Koreans beat their wives.
Haha, Yes, I made that up myself, after I even typed the sentence "Let's start this post out with a joke."
Anyways, sorry I haven't posted for a while. Nothing particularly funny or exciting has happened to me and I couldn't really think of anything worthy of posting. I actually don't really have anything to talk about right now but I decided to write this post since a couple of people have been urging me to update my blog. I don't know why but when people make references about stuff I post on here, I feel a little happy inside.
On another note, I have been unemployed for about a month now (but not for much longer) so I have had a lot of time to go to the gym. I feel so much better about myself now that I have been lifting seriously again. Anyways, about three or four weeks ago, I was at the gym and haven't tested my maxes for a while, so I decided to test out my max deadlift. In case you don't know, deadlifting kind of makes a lot of noise when you put the weight down after the set, especially if the floor isn't padded. So I was warming up and stuff and I was kind of making a lot of noise and was feeling a bit embarrassed because I didn't want to seem like I was purposely throwing weights down. Also it was my first time in that particular gym. Anyways when I finally got the weight up to what I was trying to lift, I was totally trying to pump myself up, so I was breathing all hard with eyes closed and kinda whispering to myself. I seriously did that for about five whole minutes because I was kind of doubting myself was really nervous. From an third person view, I will completely agree that I looked really fucking gay, but it was very necessary. Anyways, I could tell people were starting to kinda stare me from the corner of their eye. When I FINALLY felt ready to lift, I reached down, grabbed the bar and pulled as hard as I could. And....the weight doesn't even move. Not even an inch. It was like I was trying to pick up something that was nailed to the ground. My god, I felt so shitty and embarrassed. I seriously spent like 15 minutes warming up and pumping myself up. After that, I just decided to rack my shit up and go home. Haha. Trust me, it was a very depressing drive home.
Anyways, I feel so much better now after this month. I also talked to this guy who told me he tests his maxes every week, which kind of sounds like a good idea to me. I've been testing them like every 3 months (and not seeing great results). I'm gonna start doing that at least every other week.
Here are some realistic 1 rep max goals for myself 8 weeks from now: (second week of August)
Squat: 335
Dead: 435
Bench: 325
Clean: 200 (just started)
Anyways hopefully I can reach those.
Hello Kevin Vu if you are reading this. I posted this up just for you to see so you can try to beat me. Keyword: try
Let's start this post out with a joke.
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Koreans
Koreans who?
Koreans beat their wives.
Haha, Yes, I made that up myself, after I even typed the sentence "Let's start this post out with a joke."
Anyways, sorry I haven't posted for a while. Nothing particularly funny or exciting has happened to me and I couldn't really think of anything worthy of posting. I actually don't really have anything to talk about right now but I decided to write this post since a couple of people have been urging me to update my blog. I don't know why but when people make references about stuff I post on here, I feel a little happy inside.
On another note, I have been unemployed for about a month now (but not for much longer) so I have had a lot of time to go to the gym. I feel so much better about myself now that I have been lifting seriously again. Anyways, about three or four weeks ago, I was at the gym and haven't tested my maxes for a while, so I decided to test out my max deadlift. In case you don't know, deadlifting kind of makes a lot of noise when you put the weight down after the set, especially if the floor isn't padded. So I was warming up and stuff and I was kind of making a lot of noise and was feeling a bit embarrassed because I didn't want to seem like I was purposely throwing weights down. Also it was my first time in that particular gym. Anyways when I finally got the weight up to what I was trying to lift, I was totally trying to pump myself up, so I was breathing all hard with eyes closed and kinda whispering to myself. I seriously did that for about five whole minutes because I was kind of doubting myself was really nervous. From an third person view, I will completely agree that I looked really fucking gay, but it was very necessary. Anyways, I could tell people were starting to kinda stare me from the corner of their eye. When I FINALLY felt ready to lift, I reached down, grabbed the bar and pulled as hard as I could. And....the weight doesn't even move. Not even an inch. It was like I was trying to pick up something that was nailed to the ground. My god, I felt so shitty and embarrassed. I seriously spent like 15 minutes warming up and pumping myself up. After that, I just decided to rack my shit up and go home. Haha. Trust me, it was a very depressing drive home.
Anyways, I feel so much better now after this month. I also talked to this guy who told me he tests his maxes every week, which kind of sounds like a good idea to me. I've been testing them like every 3 months (and not seeing great results). I'm gonna start doing that at least every other week.
Here are some realistic 1 rep max goals for myself 8 weeks from now: (second week of August)
Squat: 335
Dead: 435
Bench: 325
Clean: 200 (just started)
Anyways hopefully I can reach those.
Hello Kevin Vu if you are reading this. I posted this up just for you to see so you can try to beat me. Keyword: try
Sunday, April 18, 2010
ow man
Long story short, I had a pretty weird Saturday night. I spent about an hour driving to three different gyms that ended up being closed. The shopping center, where my usual gym is located, had a huge power outage and everything there was completely dark. Anyways, after going to the third closed 24 Hour Fitness in a row, I was starting to think that it was a sign telling me that I didn't need to lift today. But I've been so busy lately and I haven't been keeping up with my lifting schedule so I was very determined to get to a gym that was actually open. By the way, 24 Hour Fitness should really consider changing their name. Anyways, when I finally reached the fourth gym (and it was actually opened), I was very excited. Too bad after about fifteen minutes of warming up, I hurt my shoulder on my first work set. When I felt the pain I immediately knew I would be done for the day. God damn it, I was so pissed. I spent an hour driving around just to end up hurting myself. It was a pretty awkward neck/shoulder injury where it hurt to keep my head straight. It wasn't an excruciating pain where I had to go to the hospital or anything but I definitely wouldn't be able to lift for a few days. It felt like such a waste to spend so long trying to get there and then leave without getting any exercise done, so I resorted to running on the treadmill with my head to the side like a retard. Pretty uneventful night if you ask me.
Anyways, on a completely different topic, here is an amazing video of two chicks riding bikes in unbelievable ways.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b36Yi-Pb1wM&feature=player_embedded
Pretty random, especially because my dad sent that to me. Also, in case you haven't noticed, I got a comment box on my blog now! It is pretty cool, please feel free to try it out.
On another note, can someone please tell me where you bought your mattress (only if it is great). I was about to drop like eight bills on this nice ass Serta mattress from SitNSleep and then I read all these articles online about how SitNSleep is such a scam. I really want to buy a nice mattress but I have no idea where to go. I definitely need to get a new mattress because the current mattress I've been using for the last 1.5 years was bought off craigslist for 40 bucks. Also it is probably like 20 years old and it is pretty dirty. Yeah... don't judge me, just tell me where to get a new one.
Anyways, on a completely different topic, here is an amazing video of two chicks riding bikes in unbelievable ways.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b36Yi-Pb1wM&feature=player_embedded
Pretty random, especially because my dad sent that to me. Also, in case you haven't noticed, I got a comment box on my blog now! It is pretty cool, please feel free to try it out.
On another note, can someone please tell me where you bought your mattress (only if it is great). I was about to drop like eight bills on this nice ass Serta mattress from SitNSleep and then I read all these articles online about how SitNSleep is such a scam. I really want to buy a nice mattress but I have no idea where to go. I definitely need to get a new mattress because the current mattress I've been using for the last 1.5 years was bought off craigslist for 40 bucks. Also it is probably like 20 years old and it is pretty dirty. Yeah... don't judge me, just tell me where to get a new one.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
hello life
Hello everyone. So due to a special demand from a very important Korean that I stop talking about Koreans immediately in my blog, I have decided that it is in my best interest to not discuss Koreans or fans anymore. Sorry folks, I have put great thought into this decision and I'm pretty sure the negative outcomes would be much greater than the positive ones if this post was also about Koreans. So in order to keep the love of my life, a very special Korean girl, happy, I have decided to not talk about Koreans in this post, except for in this paragraph which will end in a link to an article about two Korean parents who were so into taking care of their virtual online baby daughter, they neglected their real human baby daughter which resulted in her death. Enjoy
ANYWAYS...
Onwards to far more boring information...
I can recall so many times during my college career where an "old and wise" newly graduated alumni who recently started working full-time would talk to me and say something along the lines of "Man you are so lucky, I miss college so much, I wish I could go back." or "Take a fifth year man, you will never be able to enjoy college again." And while I am nodding and smiling at them I am thinking in my head, "Yeah... fuck this guy, I am gonna graduate as fast as I can and get out there and make some money and become a millionaire." I mean, I liked college, in fact, I loved college, but I was so ready to move on with my life. I didn't want to live off my parents or be a fake little adult anymore.
Anyways, so that is what I did and now I am here, about to write in my blog about how right those people were. I have come to realize that all real life is, is just work and sleep. And doing poorly in work is a lot different than doing poorly in school. Anyways, not that I don't like how things are going right now but I can't help but think about those days where I could just do whatever I wanted and didn't have shit to do the next day. But then again, those were also the days where I had to stay up all night studying and spend like an hour every week to figure out how to live off 400 dollars a month. Hmm... I guess it's only natural to only think about the good things when you're thinking about scenarios you can't be in. Well, the point of this post isn't really to say how I wish I was in college again, because I don't, but it is more to say sorry to everyone who has ever told me to stay longer in college. HAHA. Yeah, so pretty much if you ever gave me that advice, in my head I was thinking about how stupid you were. My bad. I also remember almost lecturing certain people, particularly my brother, on why it was that they couldn't find one measly hour, three days a week to lift weights. Now I understand that as well. Haha sorry GUH and helllooooo real life.
ANYWAYS...
Onwards to far more boring information...
I can recall so many times during my college career where an "old and wise" newly graduated alumni who recently started working full-time would talk to me and say something along the lines of "Man you are so lucky, I miss college so much, I wish I could go back." or "Take a fifth year man, you will never be able to enjoy college again." And while I am nodding and smiling at them I am thinking in my head, "Yeah... fuck this guy, I am gonna graduate as fast as I can and get out there and make some money and become a millionaire." I mean, I liked college, in fact, I loved college, but I was so ready to move on with my life. I didn't want to live off my parents or be a fake little adult anymore.
Anyways, so that is what I did and now I am here, about to write in my blog about how right those people were. I have come to realize that all real life is, is just work and sleep. And doing poorly in work is a lot different than doing poorly in school. Anyways, not that I don't like how things are going right now but I can't help but think about those days where I could just do whatever I wanted and didn't have shit to do the next day. But then again, those were also the days where I had to stay up all night studying and spend like an hour every week to figure out how to live off 400 dollars a month. Hmm... I guess it's only natural to only think about the good things when you're thinking about scenarios you can't be in. Well, the point of this post isn't really to say how I wish I was in college again, because I don't, but it is more to say sorry to everyone who has ever told me to stay longer in college. HAHA. Yeah, so pretty much if you ever gave me that advice, in my head I was thinking about how stupid you were. My bad. I also remember almost lecturing certain people, particularly my brother, on why it was that they couldn't find one measly hour, three days a week to lift weights. Now I understand that as well. Haha sorry GUH and helllooooo real life.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I got owned by a Korean
If you know me, you probably also know I enjoy a good laugh at the expense of some Koreans. Since I haven't had the time to come up with any more self-made, kinda not so funny Korean jokes, I decided to post a great opportunity that came upon me today. I had the opportunity to ask a real life Korean whether or not she believed in Fan Death. This was a once in a life time chance to test if this Korean Fan Death hypothesis was even true! It was all made possible because a random Korean accidentally IM'ed me on AIM thinking I was her friend. She didn't seem like the brightest girl ever because it took me a while to explain to her I wasn't her friend but I eventually got her to believe me by failing her in the ultimate "What is my name?" test...
me: what is my name
her: chris
her: chris chang
me: yeah haha
me: my name is albert
me: hence
me: the al
her: oh
her: i thought it was just a design
her: cause its in the back too
me: yea the la makes it symmetrical
her: sorry
me: maybe he lied to you
her: why would he do that?
...I had no answer for her.
After being stumped by this Korean, I eventually decided that the prime opportunity to see if this Fan Death stereotype really lived up to its name had come.
me: u were born in korea huh
her: yeah
me: true or false
her: true
me: wait
me: wait for the question
her: oh
me: someone can get sick or die from falling asleep with the fan on in their bed room
her: um
her: i dont know
her: i sleep with it on.. but not on my face
her: so i think its ok?
her: right?
Drats. She is right. Although, she didn't seem too sure of herself I must say, this Fan Death thing isn't really playing out too well. Good thing I can always make a reference to Wikipedia to back me up. (Scroll down to previous post for link) Anyways, so far, all the evidence I have collected personally hasn't really been pointing me in the direction I was hoping for. (This is not the first time I have asked this to someone)
Eventually, I had to let her know that it wasn't safe to talk to strangers on the internet and yet, she managed to prove me wrong again.
me: how old are you btw
her: 24
me: did u know talkign to strangers online is dangerous
her: no
her: why
me: what
me: are you serious
me: are you a fob
her: why would it be dangerous? what could you do to me?
me: i dunno
me: pretend iw as your friend
me: and get information
me: or something
her: oh
her: thats true
her: but
her: i dont know
her: youre right, but i know now
her: so youre harmless
Man... she got me again. I am powerless.
Well friends, I guess so far I still haven't found any solid evidence proving that the Fan Death myth actually exists AND I got owned three times by a Korean. So as a precaution, the next time you plan on stereotyping your Korean friends about believing a fan could kill someone in their sleep, you'd better hold off on it until further notice.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
title
So, continuing the theme from my last post of telling jokes I made up myself, here is another one.
Q: What is a Korean's worst nightmare?
A: Falling asleep with the fan on.
If you don't think this is funny, it is probably because you didn't know that Koreans believe people can die from sleeping with the fan on over night.
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Fan
Fan who?
Fan death.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death
click that link.
Now that you are well informed about Fan Death, I can continue my blog.
Actually, I didn't really plan on talking about anything besides fan death... So I guess I'm pretty much done here.
Hmm... So I probably just sat here for about three minutes and really couldn't think of any useless information to talk about except for the fact that Jerry Seinfeld is actually pretty funny. I just watched some of his stand up and it was haaaaaaarlious. I never really thought the show was that great, but I am now a fan of Jerry. I really feel like a real adult now because I sleep before 11PM every night. Its funny because sometimes I get off work as early as 3 PM and that is about the same time I used to get out of bed. I can totally imagine why our neighbors were so pissed at us last year now. I think if I lived next door to myself last year, I would call the cops on me too. Anyways, I am living a pretty boring life now but I like it. I'm going to stay up past 11 tonight because I have the day off tomorrow!!!!
Q: What is a Korean's worst nightmare?
A: Falling asleep with the fan on.
If you don't think this is funny, it is probably because you didn't know that Koreans believe people can die from sleeping with the fan on over night.
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Fan
Fan who?
Fan death.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death
click that link.
Now that you are well informed about Fan Death, I can continue my blog.
Actually, I didn't really plan on talking about anything besides fan death... So I guess I'm pretty much done here.
Hmm... So I probably just sat here for about three minutes and really couldn't think of any useless information to talk about except for the fact that Jerry Seinfeld is actually pretty funny. I just watched some of his stand up and it was haaaaaaarlious. I never really thought the show was that great, but I am now a fan of Jerry. I really feel like a real adult now because I sleep before 11PM every night. Its funny because sometimes I get off work as early as 3 PM and that is about the same time I used to get out of bed. I can totally imagine why our neighbors were so pissed at us last year now. I think if I lived next door to myself last year, I would call the cops on me too. Anyways, I am living a pretty boring life now but I like it. I'm going to stay up past 11 tonight because I have the day off tomorrow!!!!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
damn you, laptop
So I came home at 9 PM today and was planning on taking a quick nap and then going to the gym. I was pretty tired and figured I would just rest for an hour, lift, come home and be in bed by 12ish. I lied down, closed my eyes and then woke up at 2:30 AM. Oops. The problem with waking up at 2:30 AM is that you are well rested but there are still five more hours until you need to get out of bed. Also it will be incredibly hard to fall back asleep. As I woke up and looked at my clock, I thought about this problem. I was debating on whether or not I should just close my eyes and go back to dreaming about Target, or get up to turn off the light and brush my teeth. I decided since I am now a real adult with a real job, I guess I will get up to brush my teeth. By the way, I am now a manager at Target and seeing all those videos and red and kahkis all day is surprisingly brainwashing. My last three dreams have been Target related in some way. Also just FYI, I still plan on following my dreams in becoming a firefighter someday after I make some money and get rich, but for now, I will just work so I can pay my own rent and pay off student loans. Anyways, so after going against my better judgment, I brushed my teeth and turned off the light. To make a long story short, the time is now 6:11 AM and I have yet to fall asleep. Mostly because of the wrong choice to care for my hygiene and save electricity, but also because I made the decision to open up my laptop. Yes, I decided it would be a good idea to check my e-mail and go on Facebook. This eventually led up to visiting collegehumor.com and then youtubing "Poreotics" for about two hours. All of this was interrupted by failed attempts to sleep, which just resulted in me lying in the dark for about 10 minutes and then turning over and grabbing my laptop for entertainment. Ah... this brings back memories to the summer where this is all I did and I slept at 6 AM everyday. The only differences is back then I didn't have any obligations whatsoever, and now I have to get up for work in an hour.
Also, back then I was probably less Awesome.
Also. Here is a joke I made up about Korean people last week
(I think only I think it's funny)
Q: How many Koreans does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: 3
Two to get mad at each other, and one to screw it in
Also, back then I was probably less Awesome.
Also. Here is a joke I made up about Korean people last week
(I think only I think it's funny)
Q: How many Koreans does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: 3
Two to get mad at each other, and one to screw it in
Sunday, February 7, 2010
vday and change
So... About a month ago, I suggested to my girlfriend that maybe we shouldn't celebrate Valentine's Day because it is a total marketing scam and it isn't even a real holiday and also, it only exists because people are just out to get our money. It sounded like a really great idea at the time but after suggesting it, I am now certain it really wasn't a great idea.
For some reason the majority of girls get all giddy about Valentine's Day (even though it isn't a real holiday). I don't really get why girls are so excited about Valentine's Day. Oh wait... maybe because it is a day where they get free shit! What a total scam! Now don't get me wrong. In no way am I going to be boycotting Valentine's Day or anything crazy like that, in fear of getting owned, but I am just pointing out a few observations I have made about this holiday. Yeah it is a total lose-lose situation. I can totally imagine a couple where the dude doesn't do anything special for his girl on Valentine's Day and the girl totally throws a huge fit. And then in the middle of her huge fit the poor guy just merely points out that she had not done anything for him for this day either. But for some reason, that point is totally irrelevant and he gets super owned. Anyways, tough luck dudes. The world is so unfair...
On another note that is totally irrelevant, I really hate coins. Do you know how many quarters I lose a week? Probably a lot. And if you're one of those people who are like "Dude change isn't worth shit." then FUCK YOU! Losing two quarters is like losing fifty cents, and yes I am aware that you can do that math by yourself but losing fifty cents really sucks, especially if you are doing that like every day.
And especially when you have fifty cents in your pocket and then you want to buy something that comes out to be $5.35 and then you take five dollars out of your wallet and then you reach into your pocket to get out your fifty cents that you had and then you realize YOU DON'T HAVE IT ANYMORE. (because you lost it). Now you have to take ANOTHER dollar out of your wallet and receive sixty five cents in return. WOW! You totally could have just spent five dollars and got an extra fifteen cents back but, NO! You had to spend six dollars and get two more quarters, a dime and a nickle that you will eventually lose. HOW STRESSFUL IS THAT?
The answer is very.
Now, you may be thinking "Albert, why is it that you are complaining about loose change when you can easily just use your debit or credit card on your purchases?" Well friend, this is because I saw on the news that it is been proven that people generally spend less when they pay for things with cash instead of card, but what they forgot to do was to factor in was the part where people lose the coins they get in change. Damn you, ABC.
PS. Dear Aunt Celine, if you read this, sorry about the swearing earlier on. I couldn't think of another way to express myself on the topic of losing change.
For some reason the majority of girls get all giddy about Valentine's Day (even though it isn't a real holiday). I don't really get why girls are so excited about Valentine's Day. Oh wait... maybe because it is a day where they get free shit! What a total scam! Now don't get me wrong. In no way am I going to be boycotting Valentine's Day or anything crazy like that, in fear of getting owned, but I am just pointing out a few observations I have made about this holiday. Yeah it is a total lose-lose situation. I can totally imagine a couple where the dude doesn't do anything special for his girl on Valentine's Day and the girl totally throws a huge fit. And then in the middle of her huge fit the poor guy just merely points out that she had not done anything for him for this day either. But for some reason, that point is totally irrelevant and he gets super owned. Anyways, tough luck dudes. The world is so unfair...
On another note that is totally irrelevant, I really hate coins. Do you know how many quarters I lose a week? Probably a lot. And if you're one of those people who are like "Dude change isn't worth shit." then FUCK YOU! Losing two quarters is like losing fifty cents, and yes I am aware that you can do that math by yourself but losing fifty cents really sucks, especially if you are doing that like every day.
And especially when you have fifty cents in your pocket and then you want to buy something that comes out to be $5.35 and then you take five dollars out of your wallet and then you reach into your pocket to get out your fifty cents that you had and then you realize YOU DON'T HAVE IT ANYMORE. (because you lost it). Now you have to take ANOTHER dollar out of your wallet and receive sixty five cents in return. WOW! You totally could have just spent five dollars and got an extra fifteen cents back but, NO! You had to spend six dollars and get two more quarters, a dime and a nickle that you will eventually lose. HOW STRESSFUL IS THAT?
The answer is very.
Now, you may be thinking "Albert, why is it that you are complaining about loose change when you can easily just use your debit or credit card on your purchases?" Well friend, this is because I saw on the news that it is been proven that people generally spend less when they pay for things with cash instead of card, but what they forgot to do was to factor in was the part where people lose the coins they get in change. Damn you, ABC.
PS. Dear Aunt Celine, if you read this, sorry about the swearing earlier on. I couldn't think of another way to express myself on the topic of losing change.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
i have a lot of time
Damn. Right now, I got nothing but time. No more school at UCI, the place I was working at went out of business and I am taking an online class that takes about 30 minutes a week. The only thing that sucks about having so much free time is that nobody else has free time like me. I think just about every day I ask like the same five people if they want to eat or go out to drink at night or whatever and every day they tell the same thing. They have school and work. I am always slightly sad when they tell me they can't hang out but, then again, on the inside I am secretly happy I don't have their responsibilities right now. Mondays and Saturdays are exactly the same to me. Yes ma'am, I am living the life.
Anyways, I remembered my earlier post in January I told you that in three months time I was going to be hella ripped. Well, it has been about a month and I am definitely not on my way to becoming hella ripped. Actually, I think I lost weight AND got fatter. So... I think I am currently on the track to becoming very disappointed. I don't know what it is but I constantly set physical goals for myself and constantly fail. I probably do this at least four times a year.
Well this post probably isn't going to be very long since I am already out of stuff to write about. I currently am doing nothing. It is 6 PM and all I did today was wake up and eat a subway sandwich. Well I also left the house in order to buy the sandwich which required a little bit of extra work.
Anyways, I remembered my earlier post in January I told you that in three months time I was going to be hella ripped. Well, it has been about a month and I am definitely not on my way to becoming hella ripped. Actually, I think I lost weight AND got fatter. So... I think I am currently on the track to becoming very disappointed. I don't know what it is but I constantly set physical goals for myself and constantly fail. I probably do this at least four times a year.
Well this post probably isn't going to be very long since I am already out of stuff to write about. I currently am doing nothing. It is 6 PM and all I did today was wake up and eat a subway sandwich. Well I also left the house in order to buy the sandwich which required a little bit of extra work.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
happy new years!
Ahh... It's that time of the year again. The time for us to make new year's resolutions for ourselves in order to improve as individuals. This year, I'm going to be doing things a little bit differently. I am going to make one new year's resolution and one new year's resolution only. Last year I had about thirty and I'm pretty sure you can all guess how many I stuck with. Yup, zero (or maybe one or two now that I think about it). I had made a long list of new year's resolutions and categorized and sub-categorized them into all different groups. I had long term resolutions, short term resolutions, resolutions I was going to perform daily, goals I wanted to achieve one time and etc. If I can remember correctly I had split my resolutions into five separate sections: health, academics, financial, hygiene and fitness. I was really being an over achiever. I remember I wanted myself do things like stretch daily, read books in Chinese, and save 50 dollars a week. I don't remember doing any of these things even once. Well, I also had more realistic resolutions like read more, cook for myself more and drink less, but these resolutions didn't last long either. While I was in my high achieving spirit, I even got a year's subscription to TIME magazine. I probably read a few articles for the first month or so and then after that I just read the captions to the pictures. Now, I just look at the cover and throw it on my high stack of unread TIME magazines. I am surprised on how they come out with so much new information every week.
Anyways, this year, my only new year's resolution is going to be to eat healthier and run more. Yes, I realize that is actually two resolutions but I made up the eat healthier one just now since it goes with my ultimate goal, which is to lower my BMI. So, hopefully by only having one resolution this year, I will actually stick to it. Actually, I change my mind. I WILL be sticking to this one resolution of mine and with you as my witness, world, I will be hella ripped in three months time. And on top of that, I will still weigh roughly the same and be able to lift as much as I can lift now. So, come March I am going to come back and read this post and either be pretty proud of myself or very disappointed. My guess is that it will be somewhere in the middle.
Anyways, this year, my only new year's resolution is going to be to eat healthier and run more. Yes, I realize that is actually two resolutions but I made up the eat healthier one just now since it goes with my ultimate goal, which is to lower my BMI. So, hopefully by only having one resolution this year, I will actually stick to it. Actually, I change my mind. I WILL be sticking to this one resolution of mine and with you as my witness, world, I will be hella ripped in three months time. And on top of that, I will still weigh roughly the same and be able to lift as much as I can lift now. So, come March I am going to come back and read this post and either be pretty proud of myself or very disappointed. My guess is that it will be somewhere in the middle.
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