Showing posts with label Anjuli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anjuli. Show all posts
January 30, 2012
Hey [horrible] Monday
Hello Monday. How are you?
Oh Anjulie... How can you go from this:
To this...
Sad to see such talent convert to mainstream pressures. How droll. How utterly droll...
It has not been a very good couple of weeks. When I started this post I was not in a very good mood. But after a lengthy conversation with Anjuli about absolutely nothing, my spirits have been lifted. I have not laughed this hard from an online conversation in a long time. It is great to know I still have friends I can count on to cheer me up when need be.
-Animalpack
January 2, 2012
Year in review: 2011
This is the obligatory flashback of the previous year and bold predictions of the current year.
2011 was a good year. All in all I made some terrific friends and had a decent year. Top highlights include the return of Chadwick Huang (I think that was 2011) and several memorable trips with great company. There was the infamous pretzel-throwing extravaganza in Reno, Tiesto in Vegas, beach-housin' in Santa Cruz, head-thrashing in EDC, the Seattle adventures, and projectile-vomiting Portland. I went camping for the second time ever and drove a boat.
But it was not all peachy. Some definite lowlights include Anjuli moving away and losing a few friends. It took some time to adjust to the move, but I am glad she is happy where she is. As for losing the other friends, it is probably for the best. Cady said you have to suck all the poison out of your life and I believe it. Why keep people around who are a cancer to your life and happiness? Some friendships and relationships are just not worth saving. Other friendships, like Anjuli, are the ones you wish you had more of...
Looking forward, I am hoping to build on 2011's mild successes. Although I have already failed to write up my 100 item bucket list in time, I will likely start it this year. Be on the look out for a new blog for my bucket list.
Some goals never change but here they are:
- Finish writing my bucket list and start
- More ink
- Vespa
- Purchase a home and move in
- Become more independent; be less needy
- Finish one full cycle of p90x
- Stay sober for a month
-Thundalips
December 31, 2011
Busy little bee
I have been neglecting this blog for a good reason. I have been busy. Busy with what you ask? Looking back, I cannot peg it on one thing since so much has happened. Here's a recap:
Had a great Movember. My moustache looked a lot better than I thought it would. However, I was not able to hit the donation amount I wanted. But, that was only part of the reason for Movember. Other than raising funds, I definitely hope I raised awareness about men's health (even though some of my own life choices are questionable).
Went back to the pompadour. So far mostly positive reactions from people. I think I will stick with this for a while...
I am having difficulty remembering the first three and a half weeks of December other than having a wonderful night out with My and Ya in Oakland. I introduced Nanette to them and they seemed to get along famously. They all teased me for not eating the fat from the pork belly and being picky about what I ate. I did not mind at all because I loved that they were getting along. We all went to a house party afterwards that was hosted by My and Ya's kickball teammates. Met a few people and ate some questionable pulled pork tacos. All in all a good night.
More recently, I spent Christmas weekend in Seattle and Portland. It was quite the adventure. The trip to Seattle truly felt like a vacation by myself. I flew out alone and did not see Anjuli until later that night. Even then we only spent a few hours together. We had a few drinks and called it a night without things getting too out of hand which was perfect for me.
The next day I was wandering downtown Seattle on my own. I know I can take care of myself and I honestly do not mind being on my own. It turned out to be much needed alone time. I walked from 11 A.M. until about 5 P.M. with a 30 to 45 minute lunch break. By my calculations, that would have been at least 12 miles of walking. It felt good to exercise again even if it was just walking.
I visited Pike's Place again and got to see every inch of it. It was nice not having any schedule or people pulling me in different directions. I got to see Seattle at my own pace and on my own schedule. I visited a lot of the local shops and ate Beecher's famous Mac and Cheese. To be fair, I am not a fan of mac and cheese to begin with so this was actually not mind blowing for me. Just another mediocre mac and cheese. I barely ate 1/3 of it before throwing the rest away. There goes five dollars I will never see again... Oh well.
Next stop was the shops. Saw a lot of interesting stuff but nothing worth buying. I tried to look for something for everyone but that did not really work out. I ended up buying things from a collectible store for a game of white elephant with our group. Nothing special but it seemed wrong to leave Pike's Place empty handed. I had fish and chips after shopping. Again nothing special. Perhaps my expectations were too high.
I finished with Pike's Place around 1:30 or so and started wandering downtown. I went back to the army surplus store and had a blast just looking around. The things they sell always fascinates me. I saw knives, helmets, clothing, first aid kits, goggles, and even bayonets. Pretty cool stuff if you ask me. They also had MRE for sale which I thought was cool. Of course I walked away empty handed.
I visited a bunch of stores like Urban Outfitters, Nordstrom, Nordstrom Rack, Macy's, Aldo, and some other local shops. Nothing worth buying. I finished up shopping around 5 P.M. and decided to sit in the lobby of a mall just to people watch. I sat there to rest and ended up people watching for almost an hour.
Anjuli ate at home so I walked down the block from my hotel to a nice little restaurant called Lola. Had the beef shank with a beer. Best thing I ate in Seattle. Including the last trip.
The drive to Portland was fine except for this scary bridge we crossed. Anjuli had trouble seeing the road so she had to use her high beams every few seconds. When she did the bridge lit up in a way that cannot be described in words. Definitely the scariest bridge I have ever come across...
In the interest of saving time, Portland was great. Highlights included great food and drunken times. Oh yea, I got a 16 year old kid drunk to the point of projectile vomiting. Yep. Good times indeed...
-Thundalips
Had a great Movember. My moustache looked a lot better than I thought it would. However, I was not able to hit the donation amount I wanted. But, that was only part of the reason for Movember. Other than raising funds, I definitely hope I raised awareness about men's health (even though some of my own life choices are questionable).
Went back to the pompadour. So far mostly positive reactions from people. I think I will stick with this for a while...
I am having difficulty remembering the first three and a half weeks of December other than having a wonderful night out with My and Ya in Oakland. I introduced Nanette to them and they seemed to get along famously. They all teased me for not eating the fat from the pork belly and being picky about what I ate. I did not mind at all because I loved that they were getting along. We all went to a house party afterwards that was hosted by My and Ya's kickball teammates. Met a few people and ate some questionable pulled pork tacos. All in all a good night.
More recently, I spent Christmas weekend in Seattle and Portland. It was quite the adventure. The trip to Seattle truly felt like a vacation by myself. I flew out alone and did not see Anjuli until later that night. Even then we only spent a few hours together. We had a few drinks and called it a night without things getting too out of hand which was perfect for me.
The next day I was wandering downtown Seattle on my own. I know I can take care of myself and I honestly do not mind being on my own. It turned out to be much needed alone time. I walked from 11 A.M. until about 5 P.M. with a 30 to 45 minute lunch break. By my calculations, that would have been at least 12 miles of walking. It felt good to exercise again even if it was just walking.
I visited Pike's Place again and got to see every inch of it. It was nice not having any schedule or people pulling me in different directions. I got to see Seattle at my own pace and on my own schedule. I visited a lot of the local shops and ate Beecher's famous Mac and Cheese. To be fair, I am not a fan of mac and cheese to begin with so this was actually not mind blowing for me. Just another mediocre mac and cheese. I barely ate 1/3 of it before throwing the rest away. There goes five dollars I will never see again... Oh well.
Next stop was the shops. Saw a lot of interesting stuff but nothing worth buying. I tried to look for something for everyone but that did not really work out. I ended up buying things from a collectible store for a game of white elephant with our group. Nothing special but it seemed wrong to leave Pike's Place empty handed. I had fish and chips after shopping. Again nothing special. Perhaps my expectations were too high.
I finished with Pike's Place around 1:30 or so and started wandering downtown. I went back to the army surplus store and had a blast just looking around. The things they sell always fascinates me. I saw knives, helmets, clothing, first aid kits, goggles, and even bayonets. Pretty cool stuff if you ask me. They also had MRE for sale which I thought was cool. Of course I walked away empty handed.
I visited a bunch of stores like Urban Outfitters, Nordstrom, Nordstrom Rack, Macy's, Aldo, and some other local shops. Nothing worth buying. I finished up shopping around 5 P.M. and decided to sit in the lobby of a mall just to people watch. I sat there to rest and ended up people watching for almost an hour.
Anjuli ate at home so I walked down the block from my hotel to a nice little restaurant called Lola. Had the beef shank with a beer. Best thing I ate in Seattle. Including the last trip.
The drive to Portland was fine except for this scary bridge we crossed. Anjuli had trouble seeing the road so she had to use her high beams every few seconds. When she did the bridge lit up in a way that cannot be described in words. Definitely the scariest bridge I have ever come across...
In the interest of saving time, Portland was great. Highlights included great food and drunken times. Oh yea, I got a 16 year old kid drunk to the point of projectile vomiting. Yep. Good times indeed...
-Thundalips
August 1, 2011
Lose a friend, gain a friend, lose yourself
Long overdue post...
Lose a friend.
I have always found it easier to leave someone behind than to be left behind. This time, I am the one who is being left behind. Anjuli has left the bay area, and she is not coming back. I grew very close to her in the past few years and words cannot describe how much I miss her now that she has gone.
After having met her in high school, we each went our separate ways for college. We kept in touch for the most part via AIM, and she remained one of the few friends from high school I talked to on a regular (or semi-regular) basis. A couple years later, on a whim, I decided to attend an outing she had invited me to. We never really fraternized publicly, so I was going out on a limb when I decided to tag along. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made.
Since then, we have become very close. One weekend led to another. And another. Weekend after weekend of good times with great company (and the occasional weekday). Trips to Reno, Vegas, Santa Cruz, and Tahoe. We went from Synergy and Element events (before we knew any better...) to more mature and classy places (excluding holy moly). Sober times, drunken times, good times, bad times, and everything in between. I would not trade those memories for anything.
I know I will see her again, but not having her around will be difficult for sure. It will be weird going out on the weekends and not seeing her around. Just another reminder not to take anything for granted. Anjuli, regardless of what I may have said, you can never be replaced. Evar.
We will always have Like a G6. I miss you already.
Gain a friend.
Around late April or early May, I was reacquainted with someone I had met six months prior. I met Janet in Las Vegas during our trip for Halloween. Unfortunately, like most people, she had a bad first impression of me. She started hanging out with Anjuli more and more which led her to our ragtag group of misfits. Needless to say, she fit in just fine.
Due to the fortunate timing of the end of my semester and Janet's reintroduction to the group, we were all able to hang out for the majority of two weeks. We took her to a bunch of places like Tomales Bay and anywhere else with alcohol. It was a good two weeks...
We all started talking more and she eventually became one of my most messaged buddies on AIM. We talk regularly during work hours and occasionally see each other at outings during the night. My text messages (which includes Instant Messages) jumped from about 800 per month to over 8,000. Unlimited text has suddently become a necessity.
During one of our conversations, I came up with an idea for my fourth tattoo. While chatting online, I tend to overuse the phrase "hahaha". The reason I throw it in so often is because it breaks the ice. Sometimes I say it just to indicate that I received the message - sort of an acknowledgment. This became an annoyance for her and she requested that I stop overusing it. I decided to avoid using it completely when chatting with her and our conversation seemed to lose a lot of emotion - to me at least. Everything felt dry and mundane. Eventually I felt like a robot with no emotions. I told her how I felt, followed by a message: "Iamarobot". However, she saw it as"lamarobot", as in "LAMAROBOT". She asked me later what a lamarobot was and it has been a running joke since.
I can tell that we are gonna be friends.
(By the way the tattoo idea is "lamarobot" on the inside of my forearm with a tiny robot at the end)
Lose yourself.
I have been doing some uncharacteristic things as of late... Without getting into specifics, I acted poorly and regret my actions. While I cannot change the past, I hope to improve the future.
This year has been difficult. Things are changing and I am finding it harder to keep up. I made a plan in the past few days that should help put me on the right path. With some luck, I should be able to find some minute nugget of happiness and perhaps even a sense of self worth.
Until then, I can always turn to alcohol and drugs.
-Spiladnuht
Lose a friend.
I have always found it easier to leave someone behind than to be left behind. This time, I am the one who is being left behind. Anjuli has left the bay area, and she is not coming back. I grew very close to her in the past few years and words cannot describe how much I miss her now that she has gone.
After having met her in high school, we each went our separate ways for college. We kept in touch for the most part via AIM, and she remained one of the few friends from high school I talked to on a regular (or semi-regular) basis. A couple years later, on a whim, I decided to attend an outing she had invited me to. We never really fraternized publicly, so I was going out on a limb when I decided to tag along. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made.
Since then, we have become very close. One weekend led to another. And another. Weekend after weekend of good times with great company (and the occasional weekday). Trips to Reno, Vegas, Santa Cruz, and Tahoe. We went from Synergy and Element events (before we knew any better...) to more mature and classy places (excluding holy moly). Sober times, drunken times, good times, bad times, and everything in between. I would not trade those memories for anything.
I know I will see her again, but not having her around will be difficult for sure. It will be weird going out on the weekends and not seeing her around. Just another reminder not to take anything for granted. Anjuli, regardless of what I may have said, you can never be replaced. Evar.
We will always have Like a G6. I miss you already.
Gain a friend.
Around late April or early May, I was reacquainted with someone I had met six months prior. I met Janet in Las Vegas during our trip for Halloween. Unfortunately, like most people, she had a bad first impression of me. She started hanging out with Anjuli more and more which led her to our ragtag group of misfits. Needless to say, she fit in just fine.
Due to the fortunate timing of the end of my semester and Janet's reintroduction to the group, we were all able to hang out for the majority of two weeks. We took her to a bunch of places like Tomales Bay and anywhere else with alcohol. It was a good two weeks...
We all started talking more and she eventually became one of my most messaged buddies on AIM. We talk regularly during work hours and occasionally see each other at outings during the night. My text messages (which includes Instant Messages) jumped from about 800 per month to over 8,000. Unlimited text has suddently become a necessity.
During one of our conversations, I came up with an idea for my fourth tattoo. While chatting online, I tend to overuse the phrase "hahaha". The reason I throw it in so often is because it breaks the ice. Sometimes I say it just to indicate that I received the message - sort of an acknowledgment. This became an annoyance for her and she requested that I stop overusing it. I decided to avoid using it completely when chatting with her and our conversation seemed to lose a lot of emotion - to me at least. Everything felt dry and mundane. Eventually I felt like a robot with no emotions. I told her how I felt, followed by a message: "Iamarobot". However, she saw it as"lamarobot", as in "LAMAROBOT". She asked me later what a lamarobot was and it has been a running joke since.
I can tell that we are gonna be friends.
(By the way the tattoo idea is "lamarobot" on the inside of my forearm with a tiny robot at the end)
Lose yourself.
I have been doing some uncharacteristic things as of late... Without getting into specifics, I acted poorly and regret my actions. While I cannot change the past, I hope to improve the future.
This year has been difficult. Things are changing and I am finding it harder to keep up. I made a plan in the past few days that should help put me on the right path. With some luck, I should be able to find some minute nugget of happiness and perhaps even a sense of self worth.
Until then, I can always turn to alcohol and drugs.
-Spiladnuht
March 24, 2011
Woman of my dreams
Literally.
Last night I met Taylor Swift. She was stunning. I am not exactly sure what happened but someone I know had won a chance to meet Sweezy. It was a chance for a private concert in their home and she came to Calvin's house. Her band was setting up in the kitchen and I was playing chess with Chad in the dining room while Anjuli watched TV. I realized no one else was going to watch the concert besides the three of us so I went into the kitchen and asked her if she just wanted to perform an acoustic set so it would not take so long setting up. She thought it was a great idea and she came out and sang a song on her guitar. It was wonderful.
After a few songs, I asked her if she wanted to play some board games. She asked what we had and I went through the list of board games I have and mentioned Taboo. As soon as I mentioned it, her eyes lit up and she said, "I LOVE THAT GAME! I'M SO GOOD AT IT!" She mentioned that she and Adele were "beastly" and undefeated. I went around the house to look for my people to play and found Andy sleeping. I tried to wake him up but he did not want to play. Oh well.
She said she had to leave so I walked her to her car. Amazingly, no one recognized her as we walked through a crowd of people. Then, out of no where, some crazy Asian girl screams, "TAYLOR!" Waves of hysterical fans start running toward her and I try to hold them back. I had my back turned to the fans and boxed out as many as I could while Taylor got into her car. Some 13 year old reaches from behind and grabs my neck. At this point Taylor is already in the car and drives off. I turn around and slap the girl across the face and walk away. Bitch. Trying to grab me...
Not really an exciting dream but it was the first time I met Taylor.
-Thundalips
Last night I met Taylor Swift. She was stunning. I am not exactly sure what happened but someone I know had won a chance to meet Sweezy. It was a chance for a private concert in their home and she came to Calvin's house. Her band was setting up in the kitchen and I was playing chess with Chad in the dining room while Anjuli watched TV. I realized no one else was going to watch the concert besides the three of us so I went into the kitchen and asked her if she just wanted to perform an acoustic set so it would not take so long setting up. She thought it was a great idea and she came out and sang a song on her guitar. It was wonderful.
After a few songs, I asked her if she wanted to play some board games. She asked what we had and I went through the list of board games I have and mentioned Taboo. As soon as I mentioned it, her eyes lit up and she said, "I LOVE THAT GAME! I'M SO GOOD AT IT!" She mentioned that she and Adele were "beastly" and undefeated. I went around the house to look for my people to play and found Andy sleeping. I tried to wake him up but he did not want to play. Oh well.
She said she had to leave so I walked her to her car. Amazingly, no one recognized her as we walked through a crowd of people. Then, out of no where, some crazy Asian girl screams, "TAYLOR!" Waves of hysterical fans start running toward her and I try to hold them back. I had my back turned to the fans and boxed out as many as I could while Taylor got into her car. Some 13 year old reaches from behind and grabs my neck. At this point Taylor is already in the car and drives off. I turn around and slap the girl across the face and walk away. Bitch. Trying to grab me...
Not really an exciting dream but it was the first time I met Taylor.
-Thundalips
March 17, 2011
My mother
I was talking to my mother about earthquakes and disaster preparedness. She said she wanted a flashlight for emergencies and I said that was not enough. I went through the list of supplies the N.E.R.T. student manual suggested and then told her Anjuli was actually making a kit. She asked me what was in it and I did not know at the time since she was still blogging it. I told her I would let her know when Anjuli was done blogging about it.
After my mom got out of the shower I called her to my room to tell her the list and the conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey Ma, you wanted to know what was in Anjuli's kit right? She posted it.
Ma: I already know what's in it. Alcohol and condoms.
Me: /Laugh
Ma: What? The necessities!
I laughed so hard. My mom says the craziest shit.
Until next time,
-Thundalips
After my mom got out of the shower I called her to my room to tell her the list and the conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey Ma, you wanted to know what was in Anjuli's kit right? She posted it.
Ma: I already know what's in it. Alcohol and condoms.
Me: /Laugh
Ma: What? The necessities!
I laughed so hard. My mom says the craziest shit.
Until next time,
-Thundalips
December 30, 2010
Robbed.
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
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..
-Alex Thunderlips
December 28, 2010
Lucid dream
Andy. Listen to that. I think you will like it.
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!
-Alex Thunderlips
February 8, 2010
Losing my marbles.
Today was my official first day working in San Leandro. While I am about to bitch and moan about the East Bay life, I must first admit for some reason the place feels very home-y. For no reason at all, it was just comfortable to be there.
My schedule hasn't been set in stone per se but I have a general idea of when I need to get things done. The commute wasn't as bad as I thought but still took about an hour and fifteen minutes from door to door. Hopefully it won't ever take longer than that. I was surprised at how little people were on the 31AX at 7:20. The last time I took the 31AX it was shoulder to shoulder, wall to wall full of passengers. Today there were only six people standing in the entire bus.
When I got to work, I did the usual routine of booting up my PC and checking my email in Outlook. Then I tried to log into meebo and yahoo mail. Denied. The new website security the building has is ridiculously strict. Most of the yahoo main articles are blocked due to content deemed inappropriate for the workplace. That includes external email, instant messaging, forums, social networking, and many other filters. This means no yahoo mail, no meebo, no slickdeals, no blogpsot, no Facebook (which I've never used at work), no nothing! I began to complain to my coworkers that all the good stuff on the internet is being blocked and everyone had their own complaints. My cubicle is about half the size of my old one but it's still big enough that I don't feel claustrophobic.
It took me less than an hour and a half to unpack while most people still haven't unpacked half of their belongings. Breakfast was provided by vendors and there were donuts, muffins, and coffee. I almost drank the bottle of half and half since they put it in a carafe without a label. I wanted milk. I had no assignments and nothing to do so I began to read the binder of information provided by the building. I went through all the security protocols and such (which I will be talking more about tomorrow). I eventually got to the most useful page in the binder. Local restaurants! The page listed close to 30 places to get food within five miles. About half was fast food like KFC, Wendy's, Mcdonald's, etc. but the other half was local places. I had nothing to do so I yelped all of the restaurants (not the fast food ones). There actually is a lot of places I would like to try on that list. I have until December.
Then I found out lunch was provided as well. Unfortunately the food was bland and was not worth getting seconds. It was catered Chinese food from some restaurant. Nothing tasted good and it would have been a better idea to order Panda Express over that place next time. I couldn't even TASTE the pandas in this food. Not finger-ling-ling good at all.
Eventually I volunteered to do some work so I spent two and a half hours creating a spreadsheet of all available ATMs. I figured since I was the only one doing actual work today, my manager might not be too upset if I take off early. I finished my spreadsheet at 4:30 and asked for the rest of the day off since I couldn't complete any assignment before leaving at five. I also told her that I took a shorter lunch so I should be able to leave anyways since I already put in my eight hours. She was fine with it and I began packing my things.
The only reason I wanted to leave early was to catch the tail end of the Sharks game. The game started at four which means it would end around 6:30. If I catch the Bart and bus fast enough I could easily catch the end of it. When I get to the platform of the Bart station, the train was just arriving. "Great timing! I'm off to a good start," I thought.
When I get off the Bart it takes me a few seconds to realize where the bus stop was and in a very uncharacteristic move, the bus skips my stop. It was not even close to being a full bus. So I decide to try a new route. I knew the 21 ran somewhere along Fulton at some point and I didn't see a bus for the next three blocks or so. I decided to give it a shot. Never again! The 21 moves so effin' slow it was ridiculous. I could've just taken the 38L which was right behind it.
When I get to 8th Ave or so, I realize I had left my house keys at work. There's no way I'm going all the way back to get them. I have no way of getting into my house now and in a panic I start calling people before thinking it through. I called Andy and Anjuli hoping someone would pick up so I'd have somewhere to go. After I called, I remembered my aunt has a set of my house keys. I tend to panic and act irrationally when things go awry. When I called her she was still on the Bart at Embarcadero. So I decide to kill time by going to the ATM and Gordo's. Time well spent I must say.
By the time I got into my house, the game was over and I was only able to catch the post-game live report. Looks like I missed out on a bunch of stuff because I left work in a rush. Fail.
I need a longboard. Fast. I don't like to walk.
-Alex Thunderlips
My schedule hasn't been set in stone per se but I have a general idea of when I need to get things done. The commute wasn't as bad as I thought but still took about an hour and fifteen minutes from door to door. Hopefully it won't ever take longer than that. I was surprised at how little people were on the 31AX at 7:20. The last time I took the 31AX it was shoulder to shoulder, wall to wall full of passengers. Today there were only six people standing in the entire bus.
When I got to work, I did the usual routine of booting up my PC and checking my email in Outlook. Then I tried to log into meebo and yahoo mail. Denied. The new website security the building has is ridiculously strict. Most of the yahoo main articles are blocked due to content deemed inappropriate for the workplace. That includes external email, instant messaging, forums, social networking, and many other filters. This means no yahoo mail, no meebo, no slickdeals, no blogpsot, no Facebook (which I've never used at work), no nothing! I began to complain to my coworkers that all the good stuff on the internet is being blocked and everyone had their own complaints. My cubicle is about half the size of my old one but it's still big enough that I don't feel claustrophobic.
It took me less than an hour and a half to unpack while most people still haven't unpacked half of their belongings. Breakfast was provided by vendors and there were donuts, muffins, and coffee. I almost drank the bottle of half and half since they put it in a carafe without a label. I wanted milk. I had no assignments and nothing to do so I began to read the binder of information provided by the building. I went through all the security protocols and such (which I will be talking more about tomorrow). I eventually got to the most useful page in the binder. Local restaurants! The page listed close to 30 places to get food within five miles. About half was fast food like KFC, Wendy's, Mcdonald's, etc. but the other half was local places. I had nothing to do so I yelped all of the restaurants (not the fast food ones). There actually is a lot of places I would like to try on that list. I have until December.
Then I found out lunch was provided as well. Unfortunately the food was bland and was not worth getting seconds. It was catered Chinese food from some restaurant. Nothing tasted good and it would have been a better idea to order Panda Express over that place next time. I couldn't even TASTE the pandas in this food. Not finger-ling-ling good at all.
Eventually I volunteered to do some work so I spent two and a half hours creating a spreadsheet of all available ATMs. I figured since I was the only one doing actual work today, my manager might not be too upset if I take off early. I finished my spreadsheet at 4:30 and asked for the rest of the day off since I couldn't complete any assignment before leaving at five. I also told her that I took a shorter lunch so I should be able to leave anyways since I already put in my eight hours. She was fine with it and I began packing my things.
The only reason I wanted to leave early was to catch the tail end of the Sharks game. The game started at four which means it would end around 6:30. If I catch the Bart and bus fast enough I could easily catch the end of it. When I get to the platform of the Bart station, the train was just arriving. "Great timing! I'm off to a good start," I thought.
When I get off the Bart it takes me a few seconds to realize where the bus stop was and in a very uncharacteristic move, the bus skips my stop. It was not even close to being a full bus. So I decide to try a new route. I knew the 21 ran somewhere along Fulton at some point and I didn't see a bus for the next three blocks or so. I decided to give it a shot. Never again! The 21 moves so effin' slow it was ridiculous. I could've just taken the 38L which was right behind it.
When I get to 8th Ave or so, I realize I had left my house keys at work. There's no way I'm going all the way back to get them. I have no way of getting into my house now and in a panic I start calling people before thinking it through. I called Andy and Anjuli hoping someone would pick up so I'd have somewhere to go. After I called, I remembered my aunt has a set of my house keys. I tend to panic and act irrationally when things go awry. When I called her she was still on the Bart at Embarcadero. So I decide to kill time by going to the ATM and Gordo's. Time well spent I must say.
By the time I got into my house, the game was over and I was only able to catch the post-game live report. Looks like I missed out on a bunch of stuff because I left work in a rush. Fail.
I need a longboard. Fast. I don't like to walk.
-Alex Thunderlips
January 20, 2010
Poetic Justice
On Monday my family and I went to a lunch buffet in Daly City called Kome. My uncle suggested it because it was a new restaurant. He had already eaten there a few times and said the food was really good. Since I'm almost always up for new eats, I went with my mom, uncle, and aunt. If you know where Todai used to be in Daly City, that's where it's at.
When we get there, we see the line is ridiculously long. The restaurant opens at 11 and we arrive there at 10:45. The entire lobby is wall to wall of people trying to get a table. Meanwhile, my uncle arrives and tells us there's no wait. So we follow him and the four of us walk all the way to the back of the room and sit down at a table. Apparently my uncle knows the owner.
I have never seen so many Asians in my entire life. Chinese people have a tendency to try new Chinese restaurants in bunches. I thought the line to get a table ridiculous. Little did I know, the line for food was worse. The restaurant has the exact layout of what used to be Todai. There is a separate island for sushi and salad, an island (more like a row) for hot foods, a noodle station, and a dessert section. Since I had sushi on Sunday night, I opted for hot food. I lined up all the way in the back of the line which moved as fast as molasses.
It took more than 20 minutes for me to reach the plates. All the while, I was harassed by a toddler standing behind me with an empty plate he grabbed from another section. This fat Asian boy had no sense of personal space and kept bumping into my behind. As you may know, my rather large posterior isn't exactly impossible to avoid, but this kid had every intention of ignoring my personal bubble. He bumped me at least 20 times while I was waiting in line for food and each time he did I turned around to stare him down. After about ten times, the kid's father finally tells him not to stand so close. Finally. Some relief. That's what I thought at least. Next thing you know, the kid lifts his plate, digging into the bottom of my ass. He literally put my ass on his plate. At that point I'd had enough. I waited and baited him. Slowly the line moved and I stood still hoping he'd get closer. Then, (for dramatic effect) I totally let one rip in his face. He was at the perfect height to eat every fecal particle I had to offer. Victory is sweet.
Enough with the story. Onward of the review. The food was actually pretty tasty for a buffet. I would definitely recommend it even though Yelp users gave it low scores. Considering lunch buffet is 10.95, it is definitely worth a shot. My uncle tells me that a few of the chefs were actually from Koi Palace so you know at least some of the food is made by professionals. The Chinese BBQ and dim sum section is definitely the highlight of the buffet.
As we left the restaurant, we all got a peek of the line. The line at this point (1PM) stretched past the next two or three store fronts. My uncle told me that the owner of Kome got many complaints from the neighboring restaurants about its patrons blocking the entrances to their shops. Most of the reviews you'll see on Yelp complain about the wait but if you have the inside track or don't mind going early this is definitely a place to check out at least once. [End review]
Last night I had a very strange dream. Chadwick, Andy, Gary, Anjuli, Kevin, a few other friends and I were sitting in a circle somewhere outside. For some reason in this dream, Chadwick had a baby (his) in his lap and was bouncing him up and down. Chad turned to me and asked me if I could hold the baby while he grabbed something from a bag. I take the baby and hold him so he's facing outward. With one hand under the baby's bottom and the other across his body, I wait for Chadwick to grab whatever he needed. I look at the baby's face and I know what's coming next. Doo doo butter. I yell at Chad and tell him to take the baby before he defecates on me, but everyone just watches as the baby craps all over my hand. Everyone there starts laughing at me which upsets me. I look at Chad and he's laughing so hard he's on the floor. With the crap in my hand I chuck it at him and hit him square in the chest. Everyone continues laughing and Chad throws it at someone else. Next thing I know, everyone is throwing doo doo at everyone and I'm carrying the baby under one arm and diving out of the way while throwing doo doo bombs at people. [End dream]
Poetic justice...
Until next time,
Keep the doo doo to yourself.
-Alex Thunderlips
When we get there, we see the line is ridiculously long. The restaurant opens at 11 and we arrive there at 10:45. The entire lobby is wall to wall of people trying to get a table. Meanwhile, my uncle arrives and tells us there's no wait. So we follow him and the four of us walk all the way to the back of the room and sit down at a table. Apparently my uncle knows the owner.
I have never seen so many Asians in my entire life. Chinese people have a tendency to try new Chinese restaurants in bunches. I thought the line to get a table ridiculous. Little did I know, the line for food was worse. The restaurant has the exact layout of what used to be Todai. There is a separate island for sushi and salad, an island (more like a row) for hot foods, a noodle station, and a dessert section. Since I had sushi on Sunday night, I opted for hot food. I lined up all the way in the back of the line which moved as fast as molasses.
It took more than 20 minutes for me to reach the plates. All the while, I was harassed by a toddler standing behind me with an empty plate he grabbed from another section. This fat Asian boy had no sense of personal space and kept bumping into my behind. As you may know, my rather large posterior isn't exactly impossible to avoid, but this kid had every intention of ignoring my personal bubble. He bumped me at least 20 times while I was waiting in line for food and each time he did I turned around to stare him down. After about ten times, the kid's father finally tells him not to stand so close. Finally. Some relief. That's what I thought at least. Next thing you know, the kid lifts his plate, digging into the bottom of my ass. He literally put my ass on his plate. At that point I'd had enough. I waited and baited him. Slowly the line moved and I stood still hoping he'd get closer. Then, (for dramatic effect) I totally let one rip in his face. He was at the perfect height to eat every fecal particle I had to offer. Victory is sweet.
Enough with the story. Onward of the review. The food was actually pretty tasty for a buffet. I would definitely recommend it even though Yelp users gave it low scores. Considering lunch buffet is 10.95, it is definitely worth a shot. My uncle tells me that a few of the chefs were actually from Koi Palace so you know at least some of the food is made by professionals. The Chinese BBQ and dim sum section is definitely the highlight of the buffet.
As we left the restaurant, we all got a peek of the line. The line at this point (1PM) stretched past the next two or three store fronts. My uncle told me that the owner of Kome got many complaints from the neighboring restaurants about its patrons blocking the entrances to their shops. Most of the reviews you'll see on Yelp complain about the wait but if you have the inside track or don't mind going early this is definitely a place to check out at least once. [End review]
Last night I had a very strange dream. Chadwick, Andy, Gary, Anjuli, Kevin, a few other friends and I were sitting in a circle somewhere outside. For some reason in this dream, Chadwick had a baby (his) in his lap and was bouncing him up and down. Chad turned to me and asked me if I could hold the baby while he grabbed something from a bag. I take the baby and hold him so he's facing outward. With one hand under the baby's bottom and the other across his body, I wait for Chadwick to grab whatever he needed. I look at the baby's face and I know what's coming next. Doo doo butter. I yell at Chad and tell him to take the baby before he defecates on me, but everyone just watches as the baby craps all over my hand. Everyone there starts laughing at me which upsets me. I look at Chad and he's laughing so hard he's on the floor. With the crap in my hand I chuck it at him and hit him square in the chest. Everyone continues laughing and Chad throws it at someone else. Next thing I know, everyone is throwing doo doo at everyone and I'm carrying the baby under one arm and diving out of the way while throwing doo doo bombs at people. [End dream]
Poetic justice...
Until next time,
Keep the doo doo to yourself.
-Alex Thunderlips
November 1, 2009
A series of unfortunate events that is my life.
^^One of six new tracks on the re-release of Fearless. Probably my favorite of the six.
Let's start off November's blog with dream sequences. Last week I had a couple of dreams that were memorable for different reasons. In the first dream, me, Anjuli, Andy, and a few other friends were walking out of some store and through the parking lot. As we were walking to our car, hundreds of field mice scurried their way out of the bushes from an island between the parked cars. I grabbed one by the tail and put it in a plastic box, the kind that turtles are sold in. Then, I took it home and put some water in the box. Just enough to cover its feet. The mouse started absorbing all of the water like the spongy dinosaurs that you soak in water. It grew big enough to fill the box and that's all I remember. My second dream was terrifying. I was in my room arguing with my dad for some reason and it got really heated. He muttered in Chinese something like, "My own kids don't even love or respect me." He started to walk away towards my sister room and I tried to stop him. As I approached the doorway of my sister's room, I saw him open the window. I could tell this was not going to end well. He opened the window and jumped out as I reached out to stop him. That's all I remember and it was pretty depressing to wake up from that dream.
It made me feel guilty for mistreating him for all these years. My father is a very difficult man to understand and deal with which is still no excuse. For the past few days, I've been trying to talk to him more, but, like me, he's in a funk that he can't shake. It's depressing just knowing how depressed he is. My mom also tells me that he may be going through the initial stages of Alzheimer's which is even more depressing. It's believable. My mom said he probably has five to ten years left before it really starts to affect his daily life. At this point, he's already forgetting people's names and has trouble remembering little things. I guess I'll need to try and patch things up. Time to learn to be more patient.
Unfortunately, my patience has run out for a certain someone. This person will remain nameless but a few people know what's going on. I guess it's interesting to actually know someone THAT narcissistic. To be clear, narcissism does not mean loving yourself. The correct definition of a narcissist is someone who loves the image they project of themselves. You may not like who you are on the inside, but you take pride and enjoy the image you present of yourself to others.
People are oblivious. To quote Frank Outlaw, "Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny." Definitely one of my favorite quotes of all time and applicable to everyday life. If everyone would be more aware of their actions and how it affects everyone else, the world would be a better place. I am, in no way, saying that I am perfect. But, I at least take responsibility for my actions. For the most part. I think... But, what can we do. The human race is built on selfishness. Challenge?
Which brings me to my next point. If I ever go back to school, I am definitely joining the debate team. Doesn't matter what school. I don't think I enjoy anything as much as winning an argument.
I guess that's all for now...
-Alex Thunderlips
October 24, 2009
It's a thug story.
It's 8:03AM and I've been up for almost two hours now. Had trouble sleeping last night and then I heard my mom's cell phone go off just as I was about to fall asleep. Half awake, I thought I heard her give the phone to my dad saying it was a call for him. Then a few minutes later I heard my mom walking down the stairs and opening the front door to leave. I looked out the window and sure enough, she was walking to her car fully dressed. I wasn't sure where she was going and my phone was too far. For no particular reason, I thought it was 1:40. I didn't look at a clock but that's what time I thought it was. I dozed off for what felt like a few hours and woke up when she came home through the front door. By that time, the sun was coming up and I went downstairs to ask her where she had gone for so long. She said she went to McDonald's to get breakfast. Apparently the call was a wrong number and she didn't pass the phone to my dad, she left the house around 7 to get breakfast, and I was wrong about everything. And now I'm tired but can't fall back asleep.
My brother came home from Davis on Thursday and he bought the Perfect Push Up thing. I tried a few out of boredom and curiosity. It feels cheap and flimsy. If I was as buff as the guy on the box, the handles would probably collapse under me. I don't think it works that well. I've been trying to get back into the rhythm of working out again. Everyday after work, I do a bunch of lifting for about 1.5 hours. Of course, I stretch out my reps because I'm always watching TV. Hopefully I'll trim down a bit soon. My mom keeps calling me a fatass. The more I seem to do, the more I feel my body is turning into the same body type as Chuck Liddell. He has a gut and he looks fat all the time until he flexes and you can see all the lines. That's where I'm at right now. This is, of course, before I eat.
Taylor Tickets are on sale soon. Don't really understand the breakdown of when tickets go on sale but the latest will be October 30. I joined the T Sweezy website just to see if I could get the code. I also have an AmEx card so probably will try that too. No idea how many tickets I'm going to get but so far I think the group going will be me, Anjuli, My, Ya, Erica, and maybe V and my sister if she's back. Ticket prices range from $25-59.50. I don't mind paying top dollar for great seats. Sixty dollars isn't that much anyways. Not for Taylor. Also not sure how many I'm buying (if I'm buying for people or separate). Probably best to get them together to guarantee seats together. I'll probably aim for 8. I can always sell them later. Everyone wants a piece of her.
Onsale to General Public
Start: Fri, 10/30/09 10:00 AM PDT
American Express
Start: Tue, 10/27/09 10:00 AM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT
TaylorSwift.com
Start: Tue, 10/27/09 10:00 AM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT
Kellie Pickler
Start: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 AM PDT
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT
That yellow dot is where I want to sit. Sixty dollars? Well worth it. Everyone be on the look out for radio contests and such. I want backstage passes. BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!
-Alex Thunderlips
End: Thu, 10/29/09 10:00 PM PDT
That yellow dot is where I want to sit. Sixty dollars? Well worth it. Everyone be on the look out for radio contests and such. I want backstage passes. BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!
-Alex Thunderlips
October 15, 2009
Dragula's simple song.
Very interesting day. Obama is in town and the building where I work was closed off (5th st.). No one could come in and no one could go out. Had to wait about 15 min before I could leave the building. My aunt who normally drives me home couldn't get her car out of the garage because they were blocking traffic so I took the bus home.
During work, about half of my coworkers went out to the lobby or the 5th floor to try and see if they could spot Obama. One of my coworkers, Gary, came back and said he saw him but could have been joking. Manny came in a few minutes after and mentioned something about Obama and Gary shouted out "Did you see him?! OBAMA!". Manny made the most ridiculous sad face and said "...nobama...". Definitely the funniest thing I heard today. I wish I could have seen him. Would've been something cool to say I've done...
Spent some time yesterday finding a way to get my hands on a radio so I could listen to the Sharks game today. Asked around and Chadwick had a radio he was willing to let me borrow. My mom also had one but it was not digital. It's embarrassing enough to be using a walkman, but using one with a dial makes me look way behind the times. Unfortunately, Chadman dropped it off at Andy's and I couldn't pick it up until this morning. Woke up Andy at 8:20 to pick it up. Turns out that it was pointless since the lab didn't have reception. Couldn't pick up a damn thing. Then I spent the first 30-45 minutes at work trying to find a work around to listen to the game. Lucky for me, there is a way and it goes as follows: Log off default lab account on lab computer, log back into the computer using personal account, remote desktop to personal workstation PC, stream live radio off the site. I guess I'll be doing this until our office moves. The game was so exciting and had so much energy. Listened to the first two periods and the third in the lobby while waiting for the cops to let us out of the building. By the way, Sharks lost.
Talking to Anjuli makes me want to watch 24 again. Do I have the time? Not this week... Maybe after Monday.
-Alex Thunderlips
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