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.
Monday, September 13, 2010
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
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