After having had my car for over two months, I find out that I have had satellite radio all along. I received a letter today from Sirius and Volkswagen thanking me for my business. Included in the letter was a short brochure and a channel guide. I feel robbed... I have been listening to regular radio like a sucker.
As you probably know, the new year is only a few days away. I have been thinking about my goals for 2011 and some New Year's resolution. The first thing I decided to do for 2011 is to work on being less competitive. I realized I needed to work on this after Anjuli told me I had yelled at her while playing Fat Princess. I still feel guilty even though I do not remember doing it. It would be nice to be able to control my emotions better. I think my competitiveness is not necessarily a crutch but I do think it could be maintained better. I do not want to get mad over a video game...
Second thing I would like to work on is my image. By that I mean working on how I present myself on a regular basis, especially when meeting new people. It generally takes me a while to open up to people for reasons I cannot really explain. Hopefully by the end of the year I will be able to be myself all the time without fear of being stigmatized.
Here are some others in brief:
Get better at chess
More ink (possibly in February)
Finally find a hairstyle that suits me
Drop to less than 12% body fat
Learn how to ice skate
Read more books
Earlier this week my sister asked me a very interesting question that I have been thinking about for a few days. If you were to have any song as your entrance music what would it be? As in, every time you walk into a room it would play for everyone to hear. My sister picked Hey, Soul Sister by Train because she said it would be like saying hi to everyone without actually having said it. Of course, I would pick something more dramatic. It has been very difficult coming up with something that epic. Initially I was thinking Thunderstruck but it just does not have the sound I would expect of myself. Think about it. Anjuli do not pick Like a G6.
Since I told myself I would be sleeping early I will stop here. More on life next time!
Until next time,
The San Jose Sharks have been shut out five times this season in 38 games. Before that, the Sharks had only been shut out five times in 270 games. What does that tell you? The Sharks need better goaltending (Nabby) and better defense. Sad..
Last night I think I may have had my first lucid dream. It began with Gary, Andy, and me in my car. We were driving around my block looking for parking and as I pulled into a spot, I see a car coming at me from the other side of the road. It was almost as if he were trying to pull into the same space but facing the wrong way. As he got closer, I got nervous and put the car in reverse to try to minimize impact of the head-on collision. When he got close, I could see that the driver is actually Lil Wayne. He got to a point where he was inches from hitting my car and I stuck my leg out under my car, past my gas pedals, and kick his front bumper. I am not sure how that would be physically possible unless there was no front ends to either of our cars but it was a dream, not reality. Anyhow, I kicked his car but he still hit my car anyways and the force drove my car up the curb and into a car behind me. My car had been damaged in the front and back while his car was in slightly better shape since only his front end was damaged. We got out of our cars and somehow instead of Lil Wayne, it was Julian. He approached me and asked if I was ok. Everyone was fine and we started talking about what we would do in terms of insurance and damages. Julian refused to go through insurance and offered to pay me cash for the damages but would only cover the front end damage. He was saying he only hit the front of my car and the back was my fault for not stopping in time. It was pretty ridiculous and we argued until he got mad enough to walk away. He went into the home we were standing in front of and a few seconds later, Josh Tran comes out. He starts jabbering about how it was my fault to begin with and Julian was not going to pay for the damages. At this point I am just flabbergasted. I think to myself, "I wish Anjuli was here to deal with this ass hole." Then out of no where Anjuli comes up from behind me and punches Josh in the face and he falls to the floor.
That was all I could remember but towards the end I felt like I was actually aware that it was a dream and willed Anjuli into it. It was kind of cool. Hopefully I can control more of my dreams soon. That would be most excellent.
I changed my mind about scarification. It looks way too hardcore for me. Infection city.
WARNING! THE FOLLOWING VIDEO IS NOT FOR THOSE WITH WEAK STOMACHS!
Until next time,
Scarification is more pronounced when kept open for a longer period of time. Toothpaste and citrus juice is often used to produce more defined scars. PASS!
People have been asking me a lot lately if I have started my Yes Man project because I guess I have been doing a lot of uncharacteristic things. After my first semester, I feel like I finally have the time to go a little nuts and I guess people are getting confused. I am definitely having a great winter break so far and hope it continues to be just as good. I have not been very productive though...
I started to clean my room but gave up when I saw how much junk I have. I tried to fix my uncle's computer but could not figure out why it was having trouble booting up. My work out plan is sporadic at best. I am however getting a lot of partying done.
In preparation for Vegas in March, I have been familiarizing myself with more house, electronica, and, dare i say, trance. More house than anything though. One of my classmates made me three CDs of an artist that has a pretty unique sound.
The going gets good around @1:00. His name is Parov Stelar. He's considered the founding father of Electroswing and hails from Australia. I have always enjoyed swing music and big band music like Hey Pachuco! but never really looked for more songs or artists. Now that I have some time between now and the 10th of January, maybe I will look for more. Or just let Pandora take care of it for me.
In the past few weeks I have also came up with some ideas for some new ink. The one that I will probably get first is a falling King (chess piece) on the inside of my left bicep. You might be thinking, "Alex, how can you make it look like it's falling?!" "With a shadow, my friend!" I would say. The only thing holding me back is I am not sure what size I want. Ideally, it would run almost six inches. But, I am afraid it will be too big and stick out of my tee shirt sleeves. Not looking to get caught by the parentals.
A possible third would be Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici across my collarbone. Or a smaller version under my left collarbone. I have been back and forth on this one since I actually stole the idea from a friend who already has the tattoo. It's also very hard deciding on what font to use. While searching for more Latin phrases, I came across some very funny ones:
Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri? - (At a barbeque) Ever noticed how wherever you stand, the smoke goes right into your face?
Anulos qui animum ostendunt omnes gestemus! - Let's all wear mood rings!
Braccae illae virides cum subucula rosea et tunica Caledonia-quam elenganter concinnatur! - Those green pants go so well with that pink shirt and the plaid jacket!
Brevior saltare cum deformibus mulieribus est vita - Life is too short to dance with ugly women
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam - I have a catapult. Give me all your money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head
In dentibus anticis frustrum magnum spiniciae habes - You have a big piece of spinach in your front teeth
A few months ago, Calvin borrowed my iTouch to crack his PS3. After returning it, I had to redownload my apps. While looking for more free ones, I decided to download a free version of chess. I have been playing it everyday for at least half an hour. I think one of my New Year's resolutions will be to learn how to play chess at a higher level. It's always been fun but I never understood all the terminology or strategies. After a decent Wikipedia adventure, I was introduced to some of the intricacies of the games and read up on some of the more memorable matches. I know I will never be competing in a nationally ranked tournament, but it would be nice to go play with the gang on 5th and Market one day. Right now one of my biggest problem is seeing all the possible moves with the clock running. Playing chess under time constraints is very difficult...
Until next time,
A game of chess is normally divided into three phases: opening, typically the first 10 to 25 moves, when players move their pieces into useful positions for the coming battle; middlegame, usually the fiercest part of the game; and endgame, when most of the pieces are gone, kings typically take a more active part in the struggle, and pawn promotion is often decisive.
I completely forgot Jet Li was in this music video.
Time to play some ketchup. Let's start off with a couple of dreams I had. It's been a while since I had these dreams so I may not be able to recapture all the magic. These descriptions are the best I can come up with from what I've written in my dream notebook.
Dream 1 goes a little something like this:
I start out in some sort of sex dungeon and I have no clue what's going on or where I really am but somehow I know it's a sex dungeon. James appears out of no where and helps me escape. As soon as we get outside we split up and agree to meet back at the Academy of Sciences. As I get to the Academy of Science, the front door is is closed. Still being pursued by my captors, I run around the building looking for another entrance. Surprisingly, there was an Office Depot connected to the museum. I walk in through the exit instead of the entrance to confuse the people chasing me (like it would actually confused someone...). When I make my way down the aisles inside the store, I pass by an aisle with medieval armor and weapons. I grab some stuff and get ready in case it comes down to fisticuffs. As I walk further into the store, I can see that the rooms are starting to look more like inside castle walls. It's like a market with a bunch of stuff going on with hay or straw all over the floor. In one section I see James getting suited up to joust. He gets on his horse and goes after the other guy but they're both knocked to the ground. As he gets up, James takes off his helmet and conjures up some sort of spell and shoots lightning at this guy and kills him. Rainbow comes running from some corner and hugs him. At that point, I notice Chadwick and Gary are standing next to me and all I said to them was, "They are going to have some ugly babies..."
Dream 2. GO!
I find myself in some sort of maze. Not realizing where I am I start to explore the area. Then I see mice running around me, but these mice are the size of cars! Confused and scared, I run around looking for somewhere to hide. I then realize that the mice weren't actually the size of cars. It was actually me who had shrank down to the size of an army man. I start to feel more at ease and walk outside of the hole we were in. As I walk outside, a lady, who is normal sized, bends down and tells me she can make me big again if I help her trap the mice and kill them. Now I'm conflicted. I know I'm still human but I felt like I had some kind of bond with the mice. I wanted to be regular sized again so I agree. She uses some sort of magic and makes me my normal size and I notice I'm actually at my grandma's house. I never actually help her find the mice, but instead do something worse. I walk towards the back of the house and my brother Doug tells me to help him bring Tupac (our dog) outside to the yard. He's clearly upset and I asked why. He said that our mom told us we couldn't keep the dog anymore and we had to get rid of him. We brought him outside and put him in a small tub and Doug douses him with bottles of lighter fluid. Still hoping he wasn't going to do what I thought he was about to do, I take a step back. Then he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and throws it in the tub and sets our dog on fire. Tupac sat there in the tub without flinching and just howled as he was on fire. Instead of burning like any normal animal, Tupac began to melt instead. One of my uncles who lives next door opened his backyard window and looks at what we're doing and yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Doug and I panic and run back in the house where my aunt shakes her head at Doug and says, "See. I told you you couldn't take care of him for more than 6 months..."
Until next time,
The correct name for "pulling-out" is coitus interruptus. Oh you fancy huh?
Right now I'm packing for my first Halloween in Vegas. I know I have been neglecting this blog but I've been busy. Lots of firsts in this month.
First car: 2010 Golf TDI.
First stick shift
First ink
First Sharks home opener game
First time I blogged in the month of October
First time I will be in Vegas for Halloween
First time I will be themed in costume (twice)
First time in Vegas with my cousins
First time I enjoyed watching a game of baseball (not a bandwagon fan. Just a fan of the mental assassin)
October is turning out to be a good month. Let's keep it that way.
Until next time,
The famous “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign was created in 1959
Epic song. Makes me feel like I should do something dramatic. If I were to create a soundtrack to my life (new project?!), this song would be somewhere in the mix. This guy's actual name? Alexander Max Band. Seriously. The only thing that would make his name any cooler is if Max was short for Maximus or Maximillion. His name is second only to my ex-landlord: Vince Stryker. Effin' great album. If you think you recognize his voice, it's probably because you do. He's the former lead vocalist of The Calling. If you forgot who they were, they sang Wherever you will go. If you liked that song, here's another one.
In BUS210, I'm learning about organizational culture. The topics that I have gone through include organizational behavior, organizational culture, creativity, and leadership to name a few. After learning more about how an organization works, I look at my job from an entirely different perspective now. It makes me want to shoot myself in the face everyday. More than before. I just don't want to be there anymore. This week I probably worked a total of two to three hours in four days.
Our entire group consists of about 50 members, but only about 15 or so are actual full time employees. Everyone else, including me, is a contractor. Company policy decided about a year ago to prohibit any parties or extra curricular for non-employees. Yesterday, the employees had a paid day off. They all had lunch in San Francisco and then went to the Asian Art museum while the contractors were left behind in the office to slave away. It's definitely created a rift between employees and contractors. Our boss doesn't like it but he's tied down by the system. Morale is at an all time low. All the perks that we saw before (company lunches for end of release, retirement, etc.) are exclusive to employees only. The contractors are just as important as the employees and more than half of them have worked as contractors for over five years. Revolt!
So this is my car situation as of now. Last weekend I went to test drive the 2dr Golf TDI (I stalled six times in a row, embarrassing I know...) and had to walk away from the dealership empty handed. Their opening offer was $33,000. RIDICULOUS! I countered with $5. Not really but I talked it down to $26,250 out the door with 0% APR after almost an hour and a half. They wouldn't go lower so I walked. After learning about how expensive it would be, I called up Bui to see what kind of deal he could get me. After calling people he offered me same price. I decided to give up on purchasing the Golf.
After that happened, I went back to my first choice. The Audi A4. And even better, the 2011 is out. The difference between the two is $8,000. I have been going back and forth between the two cars and whether or not to finance or just to lease. I wanted to lease the A4 but after thinking about it a lot, I might just lease a cheaper car since I won't keep it anyways. It'll keep my monthly payments super low and I could save up for a purchase at the end of the lease. Hopefully I could find a car I can lease for around $200 a month. At this point, I don't really care what that car is but it would be nice if I could get an estimate on how much a lease is on the Golf is since it's in my top two picks. I know this car will go through a lot of abuse in the next two years. I won't have time to properly maintain it. Probably will look up a lease price at work tomorrow. Any suggestions?
Until next time,
Short sentences that use all letters of the alphabet (called pangrams and great for beginning typists):
The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog (33 characters)
Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs (32 characters)
Quick, jab my fading pink zit, evil sex whore! (35 characters)
For some reason, some acoustic songs just sound better than the "original" versions. By the way, totally diggin' the new Maroon 5 album.
Probably my favorite album right now. Such a classic rock sound. Too bad no one knows about these guys. And probably never will. If you like it here are my other favorites from their album: Take me for a rideShowdown in central parkWildlife (actual video) Who said rock and roll is dead?
Every time I look up information about Bruce Lee, I get sucked into his life. He is one of the most amazing people I've ever read about (see fact from previous post). Other than Mao, the only other autobiography I'd consider reading is of Bruce Lee.
This post got me sucked into a Wikipedia adventure. I spent four hours at work today on one of the most ridiculous Wiki adventures ever. I went from Bruce Lee, to Jeet Kune Do to Forrest Law to a list of Tekken character to a list of Street Fighter characters. There was a whole lot in between but you get the point. After serious Wiki and IMDB adventuring, I started thinking. And I think I've come up with a new game. It may not be the best but it certainly is an interesting idea. A Wikipedia Adventure race! Two words chosen at random and you have to find Wiki pages to link the two. For instance, "telephone" and "black hole" might be the two words. And the shortest amount of links to the word wins. Sort of like a "6 degrees of separation" thing. Just a though. maybe Wiki can make it a feature to add two words and have some algorithm figure out what the path is. Patent pending. Don't steal my idea.
I took a driver's training class today for manual transmission. Wasn't totally worth it but I did get some great tips and practice. I think I might be ready for my own car. I'll be checking it out on Saturday.
Until next time,
Bruce Lee could throw grains of rice up into the air and then catch them in mid-flight using chopsticks.
So last night I had a dream that was pretty strange. It started out at my grandma's house. I don't remember who was there or what was going on but it was probably a family dinner since that's what we usually do there. After that, I decided to hit the clubs downtown. Sometime during the middle of the night I lost my right shoe. Not knowing what to do, I went back to my grandma's house.
Across the street, I noticed four guys hanging out in front of a restaurant. Paying no attention to them, I start walking towards the house. Then, out of no where, one of the guys throws something towards me and misses me by a few inches. I look down at what was thrown at me and it was my shoe! How did it get there?! I knew it was mine because of the hole in the front of the shoe (this shoe in my dream is actually from a pair I own). I looked at it, looked back at them, and then picked it up and started walking up the stairs.
The four guys chase me down and start yelling at me telling me that was their shoe and they wanted it back. I looked down and pointed at my feet. One with a shoe, and one without. We argued about who's shoe it actually was and it started to get ridiculous. I recognized two of the four guys and tried to reason with them. One was Jeremy (of Amy and Jeremy) and the other was a neighbor of mine in San Jose. He bears a striking resemblance to Hiep (as he does in real life). The only difference is he has long hair and always wears sleeveless shirts with basketball shorts. At this point, we're arguing in the front door of the house and I'm just tired of arguing. Jeremy, who's being the most difficult, is clearly the leader of the group. I push him and try to get him to back down. He doesn't dare fight me. I'm too awesome. He finally gives up and he calls his group off and walks away.
Inside the house, Amy, Rainbow, and Andy are sitting around the living room. Amy (of Amy and Jeremy) is clearly upset and starts to yell at me. She's absolutely hysterical. I don't understand anything she's saying until these words came out of her mouth: "You lied to me! You and Andy aren't gay!"
Let's take a moment to just process that and laugh.
It was so ridiculous. She was crying and freaking out about how the two of us are just heterosexual life mates. She charges at me and tries to hit me but I use my height advantage to turn the tables. I eventually get her backside and choke her out. And that's the end of my dream.
Just to add some more flare, I thought I would add my written version of this. After I reread my dream journal for this post I couldn't help but laugh at how dumb it was. To give you some more information, when I wake up from a memorable dream, I write it down as fast as possible while it's still fresh. I keep a pen and notebook inside my headboard for dreams like this. Most of it is just useless words unless you have a demented mind like mine. Here's what it read. Word for word.
"Gma's house down town club lose shoe gma's shoe thrown confrontation no one wants to fight amy rainbow me and andy gay fight choke her out can't hit girl"
Until next time,
In a speed demonstration, Bruce Lee could snatch a dime off a person's open palm before they could close it, and leave a penny behind
My online class started on Monday. So now I am taking Bus 210 "Managing and Developing People" and RA106 "Regulatory Affairs". The combination of the two is destroying me. My mind is being blown by all the information thrown at me. I have probably read more in the last month than I have in the last two years. This is definitely one of the hardest things I have ever done. There's so much work that I am taking Monday off from work to catch up.
To help me concentrate on school work, I have eliminated two of the most time-consuming activities: TV and Facebook. Andy and Kevin came over today and helped me move the TV in my room to my sister's room. I can't remember the last time my room didn't have a TV... I still remember when I had three TVs in my room. I could watch TV, listen to sports on another, and play game on the third. It got so bad to the point where my room looked like this...
This is how my room actually looked in high school. And it was not intentionally set up this way. It took weeks of abuse and neglect to get it this messy. Those were simpler times...
When I study, I usually have music in the background since I'm sedatephobic (fear of silence). Since I can't concentrate when listening to music with words, I turn to Pandora for generated playlists. My studying playlist is a combination of Yiruma, Escala, and Bond. Almost everything they play is pretty good with that lineup. That's where I found the song above. Pretty nice music to listen to. I've listened to Pandora so much that I've already hit the maximum hours allowed. I've already played 40 hours of music this month on the site and if I want to continue using it, I'll have to pay. Did you know there was a friggin' limit?! I think I'll just wait until October...
Without Facebook, there isn't much left to do on the web. I check the sports pages and the news every half hour or so, but there's nothing really left after that.
On the plus side, now that the TV is in my sister's room, I have a new place to work out (if I ever have time). Her room has windows and gets plenty of air so it'll be perfect.
I'm also thinking about getting an iPad for my mom. If she likes it, she can keep it. But I have a feeling she would be too frustrated with learning how to use it and give up. In that case, I'd take it. So it's really a gift for me. I've been debating about which iPad I want. I definitely only plan on getting the 16GB (smallest one) but I'm not sure if I want to go with the 3G or just the Wi-Fi. With the 3G, I have the option of using internet where ever there's a 3G hotspot but it costs a whopping $130 for that feature. In addition to that, you also have to go through AT&T to get the data plan which is 250MB/month for $15 or 2GB/month for $25. The good thing about the plan is that you don't have to pay for it unless you use it since it's month to month. So I think I will buy the 3G iPad but hold off on getting the service until I need it. It would be a great asset if I ever go on that road trip around the U.S. that I've been working on...
Until next time,
Some interesting facts I learned from my readings:
54% of Americans are using prescription medication; 35% use 1-3 and 19% use four or more
Only 2 of 10 marketed drugs return revenues that match or exceed R&D costs
Since new medicines were approved in 1995, the AIDS death rate has dropped more than 70%
The death rate for cardiovascular disease fell 26.4% between 1999 and 2005. This includes a 29.7% decrease in stroke death rates an a 34.3% drop in death rates for coronary heart disease. Nearly half of the decline is attributable to medical treatments, including increased use of prescription medicines such as cholesterol drugs and blood thinners.
In a study, a $1.00 increase in prescription drug spending saved $2.06 in hospital spending
Generic medications account for 74% of prescriptions filled - up from 49% in 2000
There's a lot more interesting stats and things but I don't want to number you to death... Interesting though ain't it?
Definitely my favorite song right now. I wake up every weekday hoping to see this video while I get ready for work. Just absolutely delightful.
I watched the VMAs today. After the show, I had no idea what was on so I changed the channel to the TV guide channel. Usually if it's not already scrolling through my favorite channels, I just check the website. They were already in the 100+ channels which I don't have so I moved on to check the website. National Treasure was on USA! Without looking I picked up the remote and hit channel down. I had completely forgotten that I was on the TV guide channel and when I looked up hoping to see Nicolas Cage, I saw two blondes completely naked touching each other in a bubble bath. Free softcore porn! I felt like Joey and Chandler in Friends. It wasn't like regular TV. This was porn porn. I had no idea what was going on and I changed the channel to double check. That's when I realized when I was watching the public access channel. There's no regulations!
If you read the title hoping to see free porn, sorry to disappoint.
So if you don't already know, my graduate studies have begun. Three weeks have passed and I have no idea what I'm doing. The class is moving so fast and I can't seem to keep up with the workload. The lectures and book are very straightforward and easy to understand, but when it comes to doing assignments, I just can't seem to connect the dots. I feel totally lost and my first assignment, a group project, is not going well at all. My team doesn't trust me and gives me little responsibilities. My ideas and suggestions didn't seem welcome or seriously acknowledged. Whatever. Part of being a good manager is putting up with people's shit. I need to learn to adapt.
Been hatching a lot of schemes lately as well. I have some great ideas to change my life forever. I'd like to share them, but I will just let you know as they come. No need to excite you prematurely.
Until next time,
About half of Americans live within 50 miles of their birthplace. C'mon people! It's time to explore the world!
-Alex Thunderlips
P.S. Sharks pre-season starts in less than two weeks. Finally...
She seems like she has a really bubbly personality. Kind of psychotic though.
On Thursday I had no lunch to bring into work. I had a coupon for a free Safeway deli sandwich worth up to $5.49 so I decided to go there to get a free meal. When I got in line, I couldn't decide on what to get. I stood there for about 5 minutes staring at the menu. It's not like there were a lot of choices to choose from but nothing really blew my skirt up. As the lady called for the next person in line, I panicked and just blurted out the last thing I was looking at. "Turkey and havarti panini." I stood there thinking to myself, "What the heck did I just order? And what does havarti taste like? That's cheese right?" Best decision of the day. I looked at the sandwich and noticed there wasn't much too it. Just the turkey and cheese on two slices of bread. The lady asked me what I wanted on it. I kept it simple with just lettuce, tomato, and onion. The only bad thing I have to say about the sandwich is that it really isn't a panini. The sandwich was actually baked and not grilled which is not what a traditional panini is. Regardless of how it was heated, it was still delicious.
After eating the sandwich, My curiosity for good cheeses reminded me of all the specialty stores located inside San Francisco's Ferry Building. I think one of these days I will go get some fancy cheese and maybe some bread. I really would like to become more familiar with different cheeses. So far, I can only recognize cheddar. It's pretty sad. But at least I can tell if it's sharp, extra sharp, medium, or mild for the most part. I have eaten a lot of other cheeses but found most of them had somewhat similar tastes. I could never tell the difference between provalone and Swiss without looking at it. Mmm... Cheese...
On another note. My room is really pissing me off. I am not even close enough to having my own place yet so I have decided to start getting rid of everything in my room that I don't need. It's so cluttered that I feel trapped. Maybe if I had a cleaner room I would like living here more. Probably not but at least it would make it more bearable. I am in desperate need of a vacation. A long one. Everything here is pissing me off. But, I have no money to go anywhere. Especially if I want to move out soon. Clean up project starts as soon as my brother leaves for LA. I'm just going to start throwing away everything, including his stuff. Maybe I could sell some stuff on Craigslist or Ebay. I was looking in my bookshelf and I have the first 35 issues of Goosebumps. I wonder what that's worth.
If I can't sell it I probably will donate it to the downtown library if they'll take it. Maybe try selling it to Green Apple. Speaking of good deeds, for some reason, the last few weeks or so I have had an urge to become a volunteer firefighter. But it takes over 110 hours of training before you can actually start doing stuff. I don't know if I'm cut out for it. And depending on what the training schedule is I probably won't be able to do it unless they have weekend sessions. At Saddle Rack, I met a fireman from the San Jose area. He gave me some pointers and told me how rewarding it was to be a fireman. I'm not saying it's something I could do, but it is something I would like to do.
Until next time,
Approximately two-thirds of people tip their head to the right when they kiss. Some scholars speculate this preference starts in the womb.
I hate Demi Lavato but she sure can sing. Too bad she's a jealous bitch.
Totally dissin' my girls Selena and Taylor. She will pay.
Everyone is off to Los Angeles for a fun-filled weekend and everyone else isn't online. What does that mean? Blog... You are my last resort.
I have added another item to my bucket list bringing it to a grand total of nine. I seriously need more goals. The latest addition to my list is: Give an umbrella to a complete stranger. The way this goes down in my head is like this: While walking around the financial district in my $5,000 suit, I see a complete stranger at the corner of a street in the direction I am headed. I am using a sturdy black umbrella and walk beside him/her (preferably a her just because it would make a nicer story) and protect them for the heavy downpour. Then I offer her the umbrella and walk away and just like that, an umbrella for a complete stranger. A bonus would be if she was having a horrible day so my kind gesture would have more meaning.
Another thing I have been mulling over was inspired by Yes Man. Sometime in the near future, and by near future I mean a year or so, I plan to become a yes man for 30 days. I will not tell anyone when it starts or begins but I thought it would be a really fun and interesting project. Thirty days seems like enough time to gain some new perspectives and experience new things or reconnect with past things.
I have not yet thought out all of the stipulations but some of the obvious things would be avoiding things that will put my health or other people's health directly in harms way. I also don't want to spend a ridiculous amount of money on this project so I am debating a cap for this project. Somewhere in the ballpark of $1,000 seems reasonable at this point. Of course I will be thinking this over a lot before it happens, but when it does be prepared.
The sky is the limit. Invite me to the movies. I will go. Invite me to a rave. I will go. I may even try curry if you ask at the right moment. Of course during this experiment, I will be blogging my experiences. It will be combined into one huge posting after the experiment is over. Sounds fun though and I am looking forward to it.
Not normally the type of music I post on this blog but it's just too damn catchy to avoid it. Song courtesy of UK's Top 40 - week of July 4.
This weekend I missed a dubstep event at Club 6. To see what I was missing out on, I started youtubeing some dubstep songs which led me to dubstep dancing. DO THE MELBOURNE SHUFFLE!
The Asian guy or girl at 2:25 is a beast. I'm 70-80% sure it's all in the pants. Here's another one to keep your mind exploding:
"hahaha girl is dong shuffle
tits are doing jumptsyle xD"
-masterboymanuel
Best comment on that video. If you're not familiar with jumpstyle, it's dumb but here it is:
And here is the epic dance party!
I wish I could start something that epic...
Gary came over yesterday and tried to melbourne shuffle. Of course, like everything else, he was pretty good at it. And it was his first time trying it. He was shuffling around Tupac and confusing him. Tupac thought he wanted to play and was barking at Gary while he shuffled all around Tupac. It was hilarious. Time to break out my parachute pants and neon suspenders cause it's time to shuffle!
Until next time,
The name Melbourne shuffle originated from ravers in Melbourne, Australia.
For the first time since I can remember, I want to go back to Disneyland. Why? Because of this (spoiler alert):
I only watched the first three minutes but it looks amazing. I don't want to spoil it for myself. Bellagio should be embarrassed. Sure puts things in perspective. Anyone interested in going? One day of course. I don't know what else I would do at Disneyland for more than a day.
Tomorrow will be a big day. Car shopping, haircut, and helmet shopping. Hopefully, I can at least cross off two of those. Good luck to me!
Until next time,
If a statue of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes. If the horse has no legs on the ground, then the horse is magic. (The last sentence is made up)
Best album I have heard in months. Incredible lyrics. What a comeback after two albums of garbage. Eminem is hands down the best rapper of all time. Drake is a piece of shit. What a bunch of crap...
My entire life, I have been influenced by the people that surround me. Growing up, I looked up to my cousins and always thought of them as my role models. They taught me things I shouldn't have learned as a youngster and put me way ahead of the game in terms of street smarts. At the same time, my parents instilled in me the values I still carry today. For the most part. I had the balance of stability in my family as well as the spontaneity learned from my cousins. Everything I did then was heavily influenced by them. It wasn't until my first years of college that I began to establish myself as my own person.
I was no longer in high school trying to fit in. I was not vying for most popular, most athletic, class clown, or any other title. There was no one left to compete with but myself. It was time to move on. Time to work on myself.
College opened me eyes to different things. I began to develop my own philosophies on life and I spent a lot of time looking at who I was. For the first time in my life, I was learning to think for myself. It wasn't just things that I learned in the classroom that made me change. It was the entire college experience. I went through many phases as an adolescent and teen, but I finally began the era in my life where I felt comfortable in my own skin.
Why am I telling you this? Because people recently have tried to force their values and beliefs onto me. I am just starting to realize what I believe in so do not try and challenge me or try to discredit my views. I would not do the same to you. To your face at least.
Tomorrow, jurors may or may not start the deliberation process in the Johannes Mehserle case. Murder one is now off the table. There has been speculation that if the trial reaches a verdict other than murder, there is a possibility of a riot in Oakland. Most likely near the Fruitvale station where Mehserle shot Oscar Grant. A station where I pass by everyday to get to work. Fearing a riot, my aunt and I may or may not work from home in the coming days.
The past few days my aunt had been complaining about how much publicity this story is getting. She was upset because a few months earlier a Chinese man was shot to death by an officer and that story was never heard of again after a few weeks. She suggested that it was unfair the media covers mainly racism and police discrimination towards blacks.
First of all, the black community is more vocal. There is no arguing that they are more likely to organize and protest anything and everything. Therefore, it's no surprise they receive more media attention. They have appointed leaders like Jesse Jackson who wags his finger at the white man and gets results. Secondly, the system is broken. There is always more appeal in current times to depict the black man as the victim. If you've ever seen any of the earlier episodes of "Cops", most if not all of the criminals were black. Simply put, the Asian community just does not have the same pull as blacks.
The news of this case is not new to anyone, however. Accidents happen. It was not a case of police brutality or racism. It truly is a reach for the Grant family and supporters to ask for any murder charges against Mehserle. Hopefully the verdict will be manslaughter and there is no civil unrest. The way I see it, this is a case that will perpetuate racism regardless of the verdict. If Mehserle gets manslaughter, the blacks will protest saying the judicial system favors whites. On the other hand, if Mehserle is charged with murder, it will probably be seen by most as an unfit punishment for the crime. Whites could say that the white guilt has taken over and blacks are starting to run the show. There is no good outcome.
My aunt keeps telling me crap I just don't want to hear. The only thing I hate more than racism (jokes aside), is self-righteous remarks. I am always open to listening to other people's views, but there's a line between listening and being forced to agree. You can tell me how you feel but don't follow up every opinion with, "Right?" or "Don't you agree?" I have my own thoughts that I might want to express but your hard-headedness leaves no room for opinion. So stop it.
On a completely different topic. I am sculpting my body into the exact image of a Greek God. I've been blasting my pecs with at least 80 push ups a day for the past month. I started on the first of June and have only missed three days (four if you include one due to injury). What's the routine you ask? Thirty regular push ups, followed by 15 inside, 10 diamond, and 30 outside. That's one set I complete with less than 30 seconds between each variation. I usually do one to two sets a day depending on how my body is feeling. When my arm gets better I'm going to up the ante to three sets a day.
Chadwick, watch yo back. I will match you at your own challenge. *Flex flex*
Until next time,
The only King without a mustache is the King of Hearts.
Listen to it. Now. It will blow your mind. Turns out the album I downloaded a few weeks ago wasn't the actual album released. About half of the tracks were "fake". Even so, I enjoyed the album very much. After hearing the real version, I'm only more impressed. This is a great album from a very talented artist. Much love for Monae and her awesome afro/pompadour (she calls it "The Monae").
As you may have noticed, I haven't been blogging. Why? Superstition. The Sharks were doing well and I didn't want anything to change. They still lost. My playoff beard is no more and holds a record of 6-5. Next year I'll start it from the get-go. And of course, they'll make it to the playoffs.
Last night I got take out from Americana. I ordered a rib eye steak since they were out of the T-bone and a large pizza cheese steak with fries for lunch today. I brought the sandwich in my usual Tupperware and put it in my usual spot in the refrigerator. Even at 1:30 I wasn't very hungry so I decided to just eat half. I left half of my sandwich and fries in my Tupperware and wrapped it in a plastic bag and put it back in the refrigerator.
When I came back at 5, my Tupperware was missing from the refrigerator. I looked around the area and found it sitting on top of the refrigerator. It was empty. Someone ate my sandwich. Or threw it away. Equally unacceptable. That half sandwich was worth almost $6. That's almost as much as a whole sandwich at most places! I'm going to write a letter to building security about securing my godamn sandwiches. Someone owes me $6 and I'm willing to take them to small claims court. Don't think I won't do it!
My sandwich?! MY SANDWICH?! MY SANDWICH?! I hate work people.
Quick update on everything in my life:
Work has been work. I thought I was going to get fired a few weeks ago since my boss had repeatedly been on me about my effort. She ended up giving me more assignments which, of course, means I can't get fired yet. Good news for me. I need the money. Today I also found out that I have been approved for the use of Microsoft Communicator and Live Meeting. I think with these two programs I'll be able to go on AIM again.
If you haven't heard, the bird is the word. Also, I got into graduate school so hooray for me I guess. Even though I got accepted, I'm not sure this is what I want to do. But, I figure I'll get the degree regardless and see if I can grow into it. Worst case scenario, I graduate (actually not graduating and failing out of the program would be worst case scenario) and work a few years in a manager's position making close to or above $100,000. The degree will pay for itself in a year or two.
Classes meet twice a week and the program was intended for those who are employed full time. This means I'll get to continue to work (if they renew my contract after December) and go to school. But it also means most of my time will be taken up. If they let me go after December, I'm going to take more classes and just enjoy being a student again. Debate club/team, beginning ice hockey classes, and who knows what else. It will be magical. If my contract does get extended, it will be less magical but mo' money.
So, in a nutshell, that's been my life lately. How have you been?
Until next time,
A jiffy is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.
Reading Chad's post about goals made me think a lot about how I've been spending my time lately. I haven't been able to come up with any new goal that I haven't already failed at multiple times (exercising regularly, cleaning my room, getting my scooter, etc.). But coming out of the shower just now, I thought of some very compelling lyrics to a song I would like to write. The only thing is, I don't know how to play a musical instrument. So, for the next two weeks, I plan to pick up my guitar again and try to write my song. To make my goal easier and more realistic, I've set the bar at 15 minutes of practice everyday. Yes, I know. This will probably end up on my list of failed accomplishments but it's nice to dream.
I do my best thinking in the shower. It's the only place I can go and really just forget about everything else. That, and just sitting in my room singing loudly to throwbacks like this:
This song is somewhere on my "Top 5 Rock Songs of All time" along with:
Have fun rocking out to some of my favorite jams of all time.
Until next time,
A fetus that is four months old will become startled and turn away if a light is flashed on a mother's stomach.
While reading the Sunday paper last week, I came across an ad for a local store in San Francisco called Gamescape. This store is said to have one of the most extensive collection of board games available. I'm itching to go check out their store. I <3 board games... It's the nerd in me, which is all of me. To make it even cooler, they team up with this cafe across the street every Wednesday evening to host board game nights. I want to go but I'm not sure if anyone would go with me. I've been asking around and people sound skeptical. Someone go with me! This could be the beginning of finding things to do in San Francisco that does not involve alcohol although it wouldn't be considered nightlife since it runs from 6 to 10. I hope they have pog events.
Friday night I went to the Nob Hill Masonic Auditorium to watch Conan O'Brien in his stand up tour Legally Prohibited From Being Funny On Television Tour. In all honesty, the opening act by Reggie Watts completely put Conan's performance to shame. Don't get me wrong. Conan was good, but Reggie Watts had some gut-busting jokes. A lot of the material that Conan had planned didn't pan out, but he really shined when interacting with the audience and just being himself. Most of the scripted portions were predictable but still funny. Some of the show was meant to be nostalgic with the reintroduction of familiar skits and characters of the Late Night and Tonight show. Overall a good show. 7/10
I'm having doubts about the playoff beard. It's beginning to be a burden. At this point it's very patchy but, at the same time, very long. When I eat, my 'stache is going in my mouth from the sides and into my nose at the top. Not exactly a comfortable situation. Since the Sharks are one break I've been thinking about shaving it and just doing a playoff beard per round and just cycle as the rounds go. Of course there have been objections since it holds a 2-0 record.
Out of material. End.
Until next time,
Frosted Flakes mascot Tony the Tiger has son named Tony Jr., a daughter named Antoinette, and a wife that were used in early advertising commercials.
I think the beard is working! Sharks won tonight to tie up the series 2-2. It was a great game with a lot of back-and-forth. A good chunk of the game was played in the neutral zone and there were many breakaways and transition plays. Everything to make a fast paced exciting game. The series is coming back to the Bay Area on Thursday. See you there!
Summer is coming soon. Know what that means? Gotta get that summer body ready. Starting tomorrow I'm going to start eating ridiculous amounts of food to begin the summer hibernation period. I'm going to need all the extra calories for intense 14+ hour sessions of COD. I'm cleaning my room to make my nesting more comfortable as I will be in my room for extended periods of time. Next step: collect menus from restaurants that deliver to minimize the amount of movement required.
Decided to do a new sign off. Instead of random blurbs and irrelevant information, I thought I'd start using interesting facts. I use the term "facts" loosely since the information will mostly be what I've read online somewhere.
Until next time,
The average adult produced half a liter of flatulent gas per day resulting, on average, fourteen instances of flatulence.
I've been close to obsessed with this band lately. Listen to it. You won't be sorry. It does start a little slow though. Their sound is just so wonderfully refreshing and different. The combination of instruments is so unusual but somehow manage to produce major eargasms.
Back to basics. I had a dream last night that was definitely brought on by the happenings of hours before I went to bed. I was back at Roe, where I had been that night, and instead of celebrating Aline's birthday, everyone was celebrating mine. Standing in front of me at the bar, I see a woman with beautiful curves. Her blonde hair was soaked for some reason like she had just gotten out of the shower. The DJ stopped the music and she turned around and it was... wait for it... Beyonce! With a mic in her hand, she started singing a very beautiful rendition of Happy Birthday. After the song we left Roe for a late-night bite via limo. The next thing I remember is finishing eating and heading back home in a helicopter. I guess I ride in style in my dreams.
As mentioned above, last night's dream was probably due to the things that happened earlier when I actually went to Roe to celebrate Aline's birthday followed by a late-night meal in Chinatown. I must admit, the beginning of the night was a bit lackluster but by the end of the night, I was glad to be there.
The highlight was definitely sharing a meal (not literally) with seven other people, three of whom were inebriated. Kevin was slurring and acting a fool. When the waitress asked what we would like to drink, he said "Oh! I know what I need right now. Do you have Gatorade? I'll have the red kind." The waitress had no idea what he was talking about and Jimmy was just rolling. After we ordered drinks Jimmy put his face down on his menu and someone made an inappropriate comment that made him choke and spit all over his menu. Gary was also trying his best to speak Cantonese which eventually led to an interesting translation of Rude Boy by Rihanna. Another girl, Diana, was being belligerent and yelling at Kevin for not eating his food. She was complaining about how he had ordered food but was not eating any of it, but when I looked over at her side, there was no plate in front of her. I asked her why she was yelling at Kevin for not eating when she didn't even have a plate in front of her and she just smiled innocently. I can't remember a time when I had that much fun being sober watching drunk people.
I woke up this morning with a moderately sized bruise on my right knee. It may be the stupidest self-inflicted injury of the year (so far. I'm sure there will be more). After watching two hours of Ninja Warrior on G4, I had an itch to Spider Climb my hallway. What does that mean? It means this.
I did not anticipate how slippery the walls in my hallway would be and I fell almost immediately when I jumped up. My knee ran right into the wall. It was ridiculous. Damn you Ninja Warrior.
I've also been working on my playoff beard. It's a work in progress. The Sharks have been playing very well but are at the short end of the series. They stand behind the Avalanche 1-2. I have a feeling the sharks will wear them down soon and victories are inevitable. C'mon Sharks! I'm not growing this beard for nothing!
I guess that'll do for now. You'll just have to live with what I give you.
Terry Crews is a character. Someone with such a serious demeanor with childlike sense of humor.
Well, this week was another week. What can I say. Work has slowed down and my daily naps have been extended. I probably slept a total of eight hours at work this week. The best was Thursday when I had about a three hour nap. Friday however, was a special nap. I was working on my excel sheet and I started to nod off. My hand was still on the mouse and I began to drift off. Then, out of no where, I wake up and jump. It was one of those ones where you just wake up startled from something you were probably "dreaming" about. And as a reflex as I jumped, I whipped my mouse at my monitor. It was the most ridiculous thing ever. It made a loud crash and I couldn't help but giggle a little. Surprisingly, no one looked up from their desks.
That would have been very difficult to explain to my boss if my monitor was damaged. What could I say? I fell asleep and threw my mouse at my monitor? It was definitely the highlight of the week.
I finally finished my applications for graduate school! That means more time for blogging, COD, and just general merriment. But technically I'm not done completely. I still have to actually apply. That doesn't make sense to you yet but let me explain. I have already sent in my application for the program that I am most interested in, but I am still waiting to apply to two other programs. Both websites don't have open applications for the semester I am applying for and both schools are currently on spring break. What does that mean? I have to wait until Monday to call both admission offices to get help. And the kicker is: I've already asked my professors to send in their letters of recommendation so the schools might get it before my applications. I already have all my information ready to be thrown onto a form but I still need access to the site.
In the mean time, I have loaded up on hours of COD and lounging. After a few more days of this, I'll probably start cleaning my room again. Something that is long overdue.
Last night I was talking to Andy about my birthday plans this year. I have none. Ever since graduating college my birthday's just haven't been as good as the college years (to be honest nothing has been better than those college years). This is by no means a cry for a surprise party or anything of that nature so keep that in mind. I really have no energy to do the things that I used to do. We discussed possibilities to celebrate the occasion but nothing really tickled my fancy. Maybe I really am just getting too old.
Lately work has been great. I'm seriously starting to hone my ass-kissing skills, and they're coming along quite nicely. I find myself in my manager's office at least once a day just chatting. She gives me advice on life and tells me things from her personal life. It's a pretty nice situation. She even made me "assistant manager" a few weeks ago. This was an unofficial title and had no benefits except having power over my other coworkers. I had the opportunity to create the assignments for everyone and take charge of the project for a week or so. It was a great learning experience. What did I learn? I'm glad you asked. I learned that I love the power of being a manager. I can seriously see myself as a power-hungry tool in the future. I'm sure you can see it too.
Ah, and last but not least, my romantic life. Or lack thereof. My dad mentioned a few times in the past week that I should start looking for a nice Chinese girl to settle down with. This was very unsettling. You know that you've been single too long when your parents start telling you these things. The only thing that could have made it worse is if he tried to set me up with someone. It would be nice to settle down soon though.
Recently my dad has been exhibiting symptoms of Alzheimer's. The other day he showed me an old $100 he had (the one with the small heads like the $1). He complained that the casino had cheated him out of $100 and gave him fake money. Apparently he forgot that that's how they used to look. I spent the next few minutes explaining to him that these were the old printed hundred dollar bills and that they had changed the design to curb counterfeiting. He honestly forgot, which was scary. He just had no recollection of a hundred dollar note ever looking like that. A lot of little things like that are starting to add up and it's very obvious now that there may not be a lot of time left before he becomes completely senile. It would be nice to bring a girl home to make him happy (and myself too).
Just a quick blurb while I wait for my Ipod to charge.
Something made me think about being in a coma today. I don't remember what it is, but I thought it would be a good idea to make some requests in case I die or become a vegetable. That being said, I thought it would be easiest to make a video will. But I don't have a webcam. When I get a new laptop (with webcam), that will be my first project. To be updated yearly.
I'm going to start off with a general video with my typical requests and progress to individual videos targeted toward the important people in my life. A final farewell. I thought about zipping all the videos into one file and uploading it to a private account and give access to three or four people. Those people would probably be my mom, Andy, Jennifer, and maybe someone else. I figure if anything were to happen to me, hopefully at least two of these people will be able to access my will. Of course access would be prohibited until I actually pass. Haven't worked out all the details. Just a thought.
Hope I don't die. If I do, I leave everything in my name to my mom. If I become a vegetable, pull the cord after a year if I haven't made progress. You have my permission.
I really should be finishing up my personal statements but seeing as I haven't updated in a while, I'll just leave a quick blurb.
I've been working the last couple of Sundays which has completely changed my weekend outings. This past weekend specifically, was immensely uneventful. Other than the Sharks game, I did absolutely nothing. I can't remember the last time I didn't go out for at least one day out of the weekend. And by out, I mean out drinking.
Looking back at it, it's surprisingly refreshing to have some of that pressure gone. Every weekend I have high hopes of something fun happening and I'm rarely disappointed. But now that I've had time to digest the nothingness that was the weekend, I realized how much calmer my life had been. I'm not sure if that makes sense, but I think I may begin looking for more non-nightlife things to do around The City. I'm not exactly sure what else there is to do since I hate a lot of things like watching movies in theaters. If anyone knows of any social gatherings that frequently occur please let me know. If I had my scooter, I could attend local scoot-abouts. I'm not sure that's what they're called but that's definitely a cool name for it.
I'd really like to meet more people...and actually possibly remember them. Alcohol is deteriorating my mind. I feel like I'm getting stupider with every drink. Will I(t) ever stop? I don't know. Turn off the lights and I'll glow. To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal. Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance. Hellz yeah, bitch. See what I mean? I'm also finding more money in my pockets. I didn't even need to go to the ATM for the past two weeks.
To all you fellow bloggers, your comments for your posts will be arriving shortly. I'll get to it :]
I feel like blogging. But I have too much to say and don't feel like typing. If only I had one of those speech-to-text programs so I can just talk. Here's the gist.
The past few days have been tremendously strenuous emotionally and mentally. I have been struggling to keep my composure and fear that I could lose it at any second. Yes, I know you're thinking I am a drama queen.
I was thinking about my life and the lack of direction in it. When I think about myself, I always saw myself as a mediocre person. Someone in the middle stuck in the middle - lost in the shuffle and unnoticed in the mix of things. But today I thought, "What if I'm not even mediocre? What if I'm so far from mediocre that I've been kidding myself thinking I even come close?" Then I start thinking about life itself and blah blah blah. While I appreciate the people and things I have in my life, I am finding it very difficult giving anything back to the people who have given me so much. I'm starting to feel a little helpless. But mostly useless.
Just rambling on... Bring on the delusions of grandeur caused by my mental breakdown.
Last night I had another quasi-nightmare. This time however, it was more of a "thriller" dream than a "horror" dream.
It started out with all of my friends on vacation in Alaska. We stayed at a Tiki themed resort fully equipped with all the amenities. The rooms were actually individual huts that we shared amongst ourselves and it was centered around a giant fire pit where the staff cooked food.
In the middle of the night, we discover that Nicole is missing. We find out that she had been kidnapped to be used for human trafficking and we trek out to find her. This is where things get a little hazy. What I do remember also does not make much sense. But here it goes.
The kidnappers only took her away because they knew that the Earth was moving towards the Sun and Alaska was going to melt away in a short time. They took Nicole away but under the guise of something less sinister and they left unnoticed in the middle of the night. Gary, V, and I all run out of our huts with our exploration backpacks chock full of goodies to search for Nicole when we notice she's gone.
As we cross the horizon, we see a group of men with Nicole walking across the icy plain. Behind us, the sun is getting closer and is growing in size. The ice beneath our feet begins to melt so the three of us race towards Nicole while trying to avoid being drowned in the melting ice. V grabs my hand and Gary grabs onto mine and we slide down the mountain. The Sun is getting so close that the ice we're sliding down melts faster than we can reach the bottom and we are soon sliding on concrete.
After this, there was a lot of other interesting things that happened but I was concentrating on remembering the beginning more and forgot the rest. I hope I can soon master the art of lucid dreaming...
I wish I could move like that... All of his dance moves are so smooth and clean. Just natural born talent. If only I had some of that... If I did maybe I could get girls who move like this:
I've had Rihanna's album for a while and this track was always one that stood out for me. I listened to it at least 20 times, but it wasn't until I saw the music video that I realized how sexual the song is. I have a tendency to listen to songs without listening to their meaning. A lot of times I know most of the words but still don't actually take the time to listen to them. The way she moves in the video is hot. I want a girl who can move like that. This is where Usher's moves would come into play.
Today was a very slow Saturday indeed. Didn't get much done but didn't have much to do. I was planning on studying up for the GRE since I will be taking it one last time. But somehow that turned into 3+ hours of COD and nonsense.
I sat around my room listening to all of Usher's old tracks and singing along. Basically karaoked by myself for about two hours while surfing the web. Downloaded a few new albums but so far nothing worth mentioning. Not too many albums are noteworthy as of late. Everything is relatively bland. I need some new music. Good music.
I bought two grab bags from Triumvir for $50 each and ended up with this:
In terms of quantity, I think it's pretty decent. Spent $100 for two caps, six tee shirts, and the 3/4 sweater shown above. The only thing is, I ordered the wrong size cap and most of the tee's I'm not a big fan of. I gave the black tee to my brother and will probably keep the yellow tee. The biggest disappointment and awkward piece has to be the baby blue tee shirt with the pink skull. I have no idea what they were attempting there but apparently it was a limited release in Japan in 2004. Other than that I'm not sure what I want to keep. I posted the pictures on Hypebeast for trades but still nothing worth trading for yet. I wish the yellow cap fit. I kind of like it... When I checked my bank account to look at the purchase again, it disappeared from my statement. So this shipment could actually be free. I have to call to find out what happened. I don't know why they would remove it but it's not there and the purchase is not calculated into my balance so until I am told otherwise, I believe it is in fact free.
