Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Fatherly Advice

Once we move on to the next stage of our lives, be it a job promotion or post graduate education or starting a family or turning 30, I'm confident that the issues most important to us in our adolescent and college years - silly regrets and random wishes and even our best memories - will simply be forgotten. With that in mind I thought I'd write down some pieces of advice I'd give to my kids if I had them right now, cause I probly wont even remember these things later on.

1. If you're going to make a bet for the first time ever, don't make a $60 bet with your older brother of two years on a Nike commercial that you only saw two times. Only two times man! you were only frickin 8 years old goddamit!

2. On the drive up to Berkeley, the 5 splits into two freeways: the I-5 and CA-99. Keep a HUGE eye out for this subtle intersection, b/c you're going to accidentally take the 99 without realizing it. Twice actually. and the second time will happen as you're giving advice to your friends about avoiding the 99.

3. You should get in a fight before you're 18. There's less chance that you'll get legally reprimanded for fighting. More importantly, there's a lot less chance that the guy might have a knife or something that will kill you. Yet, you can still say you've been in a fight to impress them ladies. I think you should give yourself a small scratch to form a manly battle scar.

4. Don't be friends first if you're trying to get a girl to like you. You'll end up on the friend ladder. See http://www.laddertheory.com/ladderconstruction.htm for more information.

5. Daughter, if you're a girl, please don't be a ho!

6. Son, give your younger brother his $60 back. No gambling in this house.

7. You must must must must must must must must must must study abroad or work abroad or travel abroad for an extended period of time. Yes I know, America is the world, but the world is not America, so Go Go Go!

8. You don't ever have to hesitate to tell me how much you love me, or how I mean the world to you and that I'm the world's greatest Dad. C'mon. Let's hear it.

9. I love you.

10. You're welcome for the big package, son. Your granddaddy gave it to me and now I've passed it on to you.

So the last one isn't actually advice, but whatever.

Monday, November 23, 2009

What an exciting time to be at Cal (minus the fee hikes)

Hearing about all the protests at Cal makes me wish I was still a student and part of the action. I'm lame so I'd just kinda sit on the side and watch, but my point is, EVERY generation at Cal (i guess the whole UC system this time) is going to have a protest to remember it by. Right?? I mean when u think about Cal don't u just think about all the hardcore druggies on acid and shit fighting against the establishment to bring peace and love (and stds) to this world? That's their legacy.

The protests this past weekend might be the biggest moment of our generation. Its tiny in comparison, but damn if ever goes down as a defining event in the history of Cal, I'm telling my kids I was there.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

the best inventions not yet invented or have they been invented already but i just don't know about them?

I started this post in 2009 but forgot about it. Anyway, these are some inventions I've thought of so far.

1. anti-salt. Soup too salty? No problem, anti-salt! Worried about the sodium? Uh I don't think anti-salt can actually lower the sodium content, sorry.

2. anti-pepper. just about as good as anti-salt.

3. towel with designated crotch area. How could this not exist already? Every towel manufacturer should by law have one 8 inch by 8 inch portion of their towel colored differently so that you can always tell that's the part you used to wipe you crotch and butthole. Am i right??? I'm always afraid I'm drying my scalp with the dirtiest part of my towel.

4. Sunglasses with LED shades. The LED only activates over really bright spots, like glare off other cars, the sun, etc... It's like polarized sunglasses times a bazillion.

5. Pedestrian Car signal. You know how sometimes you'll be on the road at 35 or 40 mph and you come to a pedestrian crossing so you'll come to a stop when someone's crossing. But the car behind you probably can't see the pedestrian if the pedestrian is right in front of your car while making way across the street. So what does the driver behind you do? He get's pissed off thinking "Why the hell is this damn car in front slowing down?" and then just quick lane change and pass you up on the left. Problem is, the driver could get pretty damn close to accidentally hitting the crossing pedestrian. Does this ever happen to you? Cause I've been in this situation lots of times as both the driver in the front car and the back car, and I can't help but think of how close to an accident it is. If you're the car in the front, how do you let the cars behind you know that someone is crossing? Right turn signal? Emergency flashing lights? Rear-windshield wiper on?? That's why cars should have a specific light that flashes "PEDESTRIAN IS CROSSING THE STREET, DO NOT PASS" like school buses do.

This iPhone feature takes I AM T-PAIN to a whole new level. It auto-tunes your voice to make it sound like youve been smoking crack or some shit for 30 years.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Dunk of the Season

DWade has my vote for dunk of the year:


and I hate anderson varejao

Friday, November 13, 2009


Yesterday I took my dad to do an ultrasound on his kidneys and bladder. I only know of using ultrasound in two cases: ultrasounding a baby and ultrasounding oil pools under the earths surface (it's true). Well since we were in a doctors office, it was pretty clear we weren't gonna be searchin for oil. Anyway, so the doctor ultrasounds my dad, and I can see the fuzzy screen and all the little white dots spread about the blackness that make up his internal organs. And in those 15 minutes I felt really proud - I was my father's baby's father staring at my unborn child.

I ate at this place last week up in the bay area:

Ike's Place is ridiculous and if u skip over to the second half, they show the signature sandwich called Kryptonite with 14 different ingredients (ham, turkey, roast beef, bacon, tomatoes, lettuce, pesto, onion rings, mozarella sticks, DIRTY SAUCE OMG and some more) weighing in around 4 pounds of sexiness. Well I just wanna say, been there done that. failed. but o damn it was good, halfway into the first half I thought I was getting a heart attack. In my throat.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Pier Pressure

This is my favorite episode of my favorite tv series ever. Watch it!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Navy Ho?

I'm sitting here in Burbank Airport waiting for my delayed flight to start boarding and i figured it be a good time to blog. First off, I think everyone should get a starbucks membership, it only requires putting five bucks on a giftcard (which you could spend anyway) but you get internet access at any AT&T wifi hotspot, which is every single starbucks, as well as airports and stuff.

Anyway, the job search is still super slow, but i've gotten one pretty good lead - the U.S. Navy Civil Engineering Corps. I've already filled out most of the paper work and interviewed with them, all they need is a few letters of rec, security background check and some medical tests. oh shit also i have to do a fitness test: 42 pushups in two minutes, 58 situps in two minutes, 1.5 miles in 12 min. Can you do that? Cause I can't, I side-cramped up when I practiced the mile run.

Signing with the Navy is a four year commitment: 6 months of officer training, a 24 month tour, and then an 18 month tour. I could choose to spend the tours on bases throughout the U.S. or train to go abroad and build and defend bases in Iraq and Afghanistan (and other places like Japan or Europe, but for a second there you thought I was going off to fight didn't ya?). I think by the end of the four years, I'd be a lieutenant, which sounds really frickin cool. Plus, i get veterans benefits or something, and have the opportunity to pursue some really cool degrees in grad school free, like diving school, where I'd be a professional diver inspecting offshore structures.

Anyway, more on that when I actually hear back from them.

On another note, I tried to wrap my penis around my wrist the other day and was pretty disappointed. This was following Diep's story of The Hammer, this high school boy who had a nine-inch penis and became the most popular guy on campus. He wore his junk like a wrist watch. Its one of those things where you say, "pshhh whatever i could do that." what a bastard.

I thought this video was really cool:

And I thought this video was pretty funny and really catchy:

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

MLK Jr.'s Jr.

Dudes this little boy is so crazy, i think he's gonna be the next MLK.

He's only 10.5 years old, and he wrote the speech himself I think.

Thursday, September 3, 2009


Of the many goals and dreams I have for my dad's recovery, one of the most ambitious ones is a return to a normal life. This isnt to say that he needs to be fully functioning, or very coherent, intellectual and aware of whats going on - just that he attempts to perform the daily routines he used to do before his stroke. How well he can do that is irrelevant, so long as I can see a will to live it up.

So yesterday, I finally managed to get my dad into his store for more than 10 minutes. At first, I thought he'd just sit there and be grumpy. Thats normally what he does. But immediately after we got there, he was helping out right away. Its really crazy to see a half paralyzed man sorting out clothes, knowing where to put them, working the dry cleaning machine, giving instructions, speaking spanish and greeting guests. Well its not that crazy, but I'm pretty excited. It took us a year and a half to get him to do this, so id say its a hell of a milestone. He also helped me wash my car later. Dammn, John Ma, gimme five man!

Oh and the best part is, he said he'd be going into the store everyday! Dude I gotta buy u some pho for reals.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Catching up

I've been behind in reading everyone's blogs by about 25 entries. But tonight, i beasted it up and almost caught up and I'm just so glad that we're all doing this, not because I wouldn't keep in touch with you guys otherwise, but because everyone is talking about things that just don't normally come up in conversations. Honestly, how much of what we're blogging about is spoken in conversation? If your answer is a lot, then shit I havent been listening. And I'm sorry.

So, from four years to over 10 years since introducing myself, I'm still learning a completely new things about you, how you think and how you live. Well then, boys and girls, keep it coming.

Thats what she said. And I'll try to return the favor.

Weezer has a new single and I is liking it! http://supjustin.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=331:stream-weezers-new-single

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Blackout

Blacking out is something that I think that everyone should experience once in their lifetimes. I think its just so amazing how you can go through a whole night of fun and not remember anything, no matter how crazy you're acting. For some odd reason, I blackout a lot. I mean A LOT. I think it might almost number in the double digits. Anyway, I thought itd be fun to recount my best blackout stories in reverse chronological order.

1. Camping in Del Valle August 2009

Before: We're all playing Mafia and having a few beers. Then Steph and Eric start passing around this water bottles filled with JD and vodka. The first time I got the bottle, I took two huge ass swigs. And it was burning a lot, so i tried to kill the chaser in my hand - Ice cold Coors. Half an hour later, we're playing Fuck the Dealer, which I didn't even know how to play, and the alcohol has gone around a few more times, and I emptied a few more cans of beer. Blackout.

After: I wake up in the middle of the night, and my feet are cold as hell. For some reason, my socks are soaking wet. Also, I realize that I'm not even sleeping in my sleeping bag, I'm sleeping underneath it and the rocks on the ground have been digging into me and they hurt like a biotch. I take off my socks and get into the sleeping bag and knockout. I wake up in the morning next to Paul. I ask him, "Hey did we jump in the river last night or something? My socks were all wet last night," and he's like, "I don't think so." Haha, how could you not know if you jumped in a river? Or unless.... did you blackout too Paul?

What I hear happened in between: So after we all went to sleep, according to Diep, Emma got up in the middle of the night to sleepwalk. (It's great that she sleepwalks - I've always wanted to know someone who does that.) After she went to sleep, Diep and Elaine hear me get up and then see me peeing against the wall inside Elaine's tent. I pee against the front right wall. Oh, here's a schematic of the tent and our sleeping bag positions so you have a better idea:

So as you can imagine, based on the map above, as I peed onto the wall, the piss flowed down and created a big puddle in that corner. My socks absorbed a lot of it, but even worse, Emma's sleeping bag was supposedly drenched in it. Afterward, Diep and Elaine cleaned up the rest of the uh yellow liquid stuff. Oh and they had to wake up Emma and tell her she had been pissed on. Meanwhile, Paul and I were both knocked out hardcore. Diep, Elaine, and specially Emma: My deepest, sincerest apologies.

2. Clubbing in Vegas
March 2009

Before: I'm with Paul and Medford and our vietnamese friends (as Diep always refers to them) at Encore to go to club XS. Oh wait, just a few hours earlier, we had drank Fat Tuesdays, which are yard long tube drinks with about 7 shots. Actually, Paul drank two and went crazy. He went around the pool talking to every person he passed by, and hollered at like 40 girls. haha. also, he met some girl who was super wasted too and they talking to each other, neither making sense, and their faces, lips to be more precise, were about an inch away from each other. Her friends pulled her away, and we pulled Paul away. Then he was yelling, "Whyd you guys pull me away, I was about to make out with her!!!" Now that I think about it, my bad man. So anyway, he gets over it in 3 minutes, and he's buying us drinks, and everyone starts buying everyone else drinks in rapid succession and I recall us just running around this huge club. There were so many people. Then I blackout.

After: I'm in the parking lot of Encore, and this security lady, I think she was on a bike or something, not sure, bikes,kinda look like legs when your drunk, is trying to stand me up. My knee hurts. She spends I dunno how long telling me that I'm drunk, while I tell her (I was probably yelling super loud) that I wasn't drunk at all, and that in fact that she's the one who's drunk. She walks me over to the taxi stand and gets me a cab to take me back to Excalibur. What a nice lady, I was thinking the next day how much it sucks to have to put up with drunk ass idiots kinda like myself. Anyway, I'm in the cab, dunno what I was talking about with the taxi cab driver, but it was really fun. I think it was about strip clubs, not sure. Man, he was so cool. I get back to my hotel room, and when I open the door, all of my friends are waiting inside, still dressed up and they turn to me, "Where the fuck were you Josh?" Sadly, blacking out makes answering that question very hard. A few days later, one of my friends, who had met us at the club separately, randomly gives me a hundred dollar bill during a class lecture.

What I hear happened in between: This is pretty simple: a lot of running around, some dancing i think. Oh so my friend says I forced her to take my hundred dollar bill to buy drinks or something. She said she was trying not to take it but then got scared that I'd give it to some random stranger so she took it and said she'd return it the next time she saw me. A little later on, we're all together in our group, and I disappear in a split second and they're all looking for me all over the place and cant find me for a long time, so they give up and head back to Excalibur. DAmn I feel so bad for being so troublesome. And I still don't know how I hurt my knee.

3. Clubbing in Singapore
December 2007

Before: Cliff and I are in HK studying abroad, and we spend a weekend visiting Leneve in Singapore. We go out with her and her friends to the Butter Factory, a pretty cool club in a really cool nightlife area. We had bottle service and started drinking uh vodka and a lot of other stuff i think. Anyway, Lenny and her friends are girls, so of course they're all weaksauce. But somehow, they were champs that night. Anyway, we're all dancing and I was feeling perfectly fine until I black out.

After: I wake up in someone's bed back at Leneve's apartment. I'm wearing my beater, which I had on under my polo the night before, which is ok, but then I realize I'm wearing my Harry Potter T-shirt I had on during the previous day as my pants. WTF? I step into the living room, and this girl comes in through the front door and says to me, "Oh my god, you were so funny last night." What the hell, who are you? I don't recognize her at all. Not one bit. I just said, "Oh thanks" haha and I think I'm kinda cool cause its always cool to make a good first impression, right? A few people pass by and tell me I was a lotta fun. I met these people?

What I hear happened in between: Its been a while since this happened, so I can't remember everything that Cliff says I did. I do remember this: The whole group, including a lotta people I didn't meet at the club cause they were dancing separately or in some other room or something, decides to get a midnight snack in the outdoor Hawker centers that are so common in Singapore. We're eating at the restaurant (wow I really can't believe I could not remember EATING food) and all of sudden, I stand up and start undoing my pants. I had to pee. Yes I know another pee story, but what could i do? I had to pee! So, I'm getting ready to whip it out and piss at the dining table in front of everyone and all over the food when Cliff pulled me away from the table and had me piss on a tree outside. Oh shoot I just remembered, Cliff said I was yelling at him all night. I dont know why I did or would want to, but Cliff, I'm sorry for that. Also, Leneve's friend was apparently holding me up/hugging me since I was stumbling around, and guarding me from anyone else who was trying to help hold me up. That was awfully nice I guess.

Gotta say thanks to my boy Cliff for taking care of me. Also, Leneve, I think that was your bed I slept on, so shout out to you too.

I act so irresponsibly when I black out, and i'm trying harder not to do that, but seriously its so hard to control. I swear I'm feeling just a bit tipsy and pretty under control, and outta no where I wake up in a different area. Well, those are some of my best/worst stories. Hope you enjoyed them. Again, I'm sorry for the trouble.

On a side note, I'm really into the song "Brand New" at the end of Drake's album. I don't listen to lyrics too often but this ones been on my mind. Also, LMFAO's "Yes" is really really catchy. Really.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Mexico Ho!

First off, it was great seeing everyone in Berkeley. Man, I miss Cal so much. I miss the weather, the loco people, the hobos, the dogs, the small shops, BART, the pretty unreliable AC transit and all that jazz. In one hour of walking around, I saw like 5 people walking their dogs, 2 people talking to themselves, lots of people on bikes, and I was offered an opportunity to start my own business selling health products online. Only at Cal.

Speaking of Berkeley, there's this great show called Weeds that I was introduced to up there. Its about a widowed mom who sells weed for a living to provide for her family. Its a comedy and its pretty damn good so if you got time on your hands, watch it! Also, I want to get high now.

My cousin came in from out of town, so Ive been showing him around. Took him to Disneyland, taco truck, Dave and Busters and the great American supermarket Target. Tomorrow, we embark on a week-long cruise to Mexico, going down baja to Cabo San Lucas. Yet another addition to my Ho's.

Other events:
- Mtm's birthday = Sushi + sake bombs + Backstreet Boys karaoke. Happy bday MTM!
- Went to Lucky Foot Massage again. Brought Tony there. One hour massage for 15 bucks is the new face of San Gabriel.
- Helped, but not really, my mom's client put an official offer to buy a house. Don't know why my mom chose this venue, but this took place at McDonalds.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Berkeley Ho!

Tomorrow I leave for the bay area, visiting some good ol buddies and celebrating many a birthdays. Here is a list of things I hope to get accomplished over there:

- Herman's Bday
- Jen's Bday
- Lenny's Bday
- Emma's Bday
- Paul's Bday
- Dinner with Putnam most-kick-ass-fourth-floor-in-the-world
- Pitcher to the face. I'm down, are you?
- Touchbase with the engineerers
- Pizzaiolo, wood fired pizzas baby!
- OB chicken???!??!?

And I get to see Sandy, but you have to highlight this part to see this muahahaha

Saturday, July 18, 2009


Job searching sucks. I'm still unemployed. Before, I used to get at least get rejections. Now, I don't even get rejections! The hell...

The sad thing is, and its something I keep contemplating, how hard must it be for other people to find jobs? First off, as a civil engineer I think I have pretty good job security (obviously not right this moment, but once I get a job, I'll be "secure"). There's always buildings to be built, infrastructure to be designed, wastewater to be cleaned, etc.. In terms of where I could be working, I could be anywhere from NASA to LA County Public Utility District to Shady Joe's Construction Company right around the corner. Its a HUGE industry, there's not doubt about that.

Now, we're all FOCs (fresh outta college, haha? yes no? I guess not.) looking to make a little money to go shopping or hit up the bars or whatever. Much of that cash is disposable, because we're not looking to use the cash on any specific necessities cept rent, food and some health checkups. Most of us are in it right now to to build are careers. Of course, that doesn't make the job any easier, in my opinion. Work is still tough, no doubt about that. All that TFA stuff that Cliff and Dmah are doing sound hard as hell, and thats the case for many of us. But in the backdrop, we still have our families to rely on, to bail us out when we need it. A home to go back to even though we absolutely can't stand our mother/brother/father/sister/dog/you-name-it which also mean food on the table, warm showers, internet/cable and hopefully love. That's what I've been relying on and I don't feel too guilty about it, though I think I should.

What about the people who don't have my kind of job security? Many Architecture/Engineering/Construction companies have hiring freezes, but they're not laying off anyone. But government jobs, education, public welfare, so forth - these things are getting cut across especially in CA. LA's unemployment is something like 11% now. The entire state of Michigan is worse. Today, the average length of unemployment is the longest it has ever been. And for so many people who didn't work full-time white collar jobs, they don't have pensions to dip into to help support them. They're running on empty and yet they still have to make ends meet. Their cash isn't disposable, neither is their credit. They simply don't have that backdrop.

I'm rarely inspired by the success of role models that society often praises for being rich and powerful. Bill Gates, Donald Trump. Pshhh whatever. You ain't got nothin on me. But when I hear or come across someone who has less and is trying to make it - a friend who worked over 40 hrs a week at Taco Bell while going to a JC to pay for his two years at Berkeley, all the stories of people migrating and living apart from their families just for some income to send back, single mothers, single fathers, even the taco truck guys who bust their asses all those long nights to feed me - that gets me going. That gets me in the library, to Starbucks, to my dad's dry cleaners, or on my mom's bitchwork.

I'm still lazy as hell. Damn.

Onto some lighter news, here's what I've been up to:
- Dressed up for Harry Potter midnight showing
- Drinking lots of Gma's soup. I swear, she will not stop calling me until I drink her soup.
- Helping out at my dad's dry cleaners. I get all nasty, cause the machine I work on blows hot steam to dewrinkle pants and its hot and I'm sweating like mad. Its worse than when I eat pho.
- Cocary, a hot pot and bbq place similar to Hot Pot City in El Cerrito, for my birthday dinner.
- Six Flags Magic Mountain. X2 is the best ride I have ever been on.

I'ma start taking pictures as soon as I get a memory card. I'm also going to try to get a real estate license and learn more about that. If you ever need real estate advice, feel free to ask me. Then, I will ask my mom.

Lastly, I was in the library this morning trying to squeeze in a little work. A song came up on my iTunes that I was obsessed with when I was in Hong Kong. Its called Rylynn and its played by Andy McKee. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsD6uEZsIsU . It's the most beautiful song I've ever heard. Even though I have teh song on my computer, I went on youtube to watch it when I discover this:

Its the same song Rylynn played by some super small Korean boy. Damn, he's so baller. His eyes are small, asian people are funny. If ever I learn guitar, I'm gonna learn this song.

Thursday, July 2, 2009


Dear Blog,

Its been a while since I've blogged. I dont have an excuse for why - just been lazy. My apologies, Blog.

Today I dropped my brother off to the airport as he embarked on his vacation to Japan and Hong Kong. Now, you know how when someone you know is going to travel somewhere or move somewhere, you get really excited for that trip even though youre not the one going? Like, when Cliff was going to Houston, I'd start thinking about all the BBQ smokehouses, cowboys and guns that I could own. Or when Dmah was goign to NY, i was thinking of the hole-in-the-wall hot dog and burger and pizza joints I'd yelp. Or travelling down the ENTIRE east coast on a crazy roadtrip from NY. Or Canada. or Niagra Falls. or you get the point.

Well since I've already been to Japan and Hong Kong, I just get crazy flashbacks. Unable to contain myself, I gave my brother my one and only piece of advice for Japan:


Joypolis is the beastest beastest most monstrous craziest best arcade that I will have ever gone to in my life. Heres why:

- They have a Halfpipe arcade, where you actually get on a "snowboard" and ride up and down a halfpipe.

- They have these racing arcades, where you sit in a Full sized car with a 70" tv in front. As you turn the wheel, the whole car will turn including the TV.

- Olympics!

- Have you ever been to Disneyland and gone on the Starwars ride where you sit in a slightly moveable seat which tilts around as you move through space with R2D2? Well, at Joypolis, the WHOLE top floor is dedicated to these kinds of rides, including one where you get wet (i think, or maybe someone in back spat on us). They have this scary exhibit called House of Living Dolls where you sit down in a wooden chair, in a pitch black room, and listen through State of the Art headphones to a lazy who is slowly walking up to you before you decapitates you (i think. its in japanese so i dunno). but its FREAKING scary cause it actually felt like she was whispering into my ear. These two little girls when in happy and came out crying. hahah.

If youre bored, you should check out the Joypolis website. its all in Japanese, so its unlikely that you'll be able to navigate it. However, if you are as bright and intelligent as I am, you would quickly realize that it is actually impossible to navigate, and would promptly stop doing so.

btw, none of the vids posted above are mine, i just found them off youtube. too lazy to find mine

Peace out, A town

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


No, not the material. The movie. By Shaq.

This is the plot summary on wikipedia: "John Henry Irons (Shaquille O'Neal) is a weapons designer for the United States military. When his project to create weapons that harmlessly neutralize soldiers is eradicated, he resigns in disgust. When he sees criminal gangs are using the weapons that he helped manufacture on the street, he uses his resources and his Uncle Joe's (Richard Roundtree) equipment in his junkyard to fight back against the man who's been selling them to those gangs: Nathaniel Burke (Judd Nelson). Irons forges himself a suit of armor and the weaponry necessary to carry out his war on crime and becomes the vigilante "Steel." Ultimately, Burke is arrested by the army and John Irons, Susan Sparks, Uncle Joe and Martin get together at Grandma Odessa's new restaurant."

hahha what an ending. Also, the budget for the movie was so low that they actually had to use steel from an LA junkyard to put his suit together. how crazy is that?? its blowing my mind

also also, if you put scotch tape over a mosquito bite, it won't itch anymore. haven't tried it yet but like 50 people have sworn to this. source: http://www.thriftyfun.com/tf918497.tip.html

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Posting #3

A few days ago, I watched my first ever baseball game from beginning to end between the Dodgers and Dbacks. I mean, I actually sat down and watched from top of the 1st inning to the bottom of the 9th and let me tell you, it was actually okay. like, actually okay. thats pretty good coming from someone who kinda really hates baseball - its so boring and slow. but anyway, Dodgers were down 5-1. And then at the bottom of the 8th, they BEASTED it up with five runs, took the lead and held off the diamondbacks at the top of the 9th. I'll admit that during the comeback, I was pretty excited. so, even though i had to sit thru 8 innings of what the hell am i doing watching this i can't believe there's nothing better to watch arghh!!, the last 15 minutes made the game interesting. So yeah, baseball can actually be okay. What a pleasant surprise.

I spend a lot of my days trying to be productive. In fact, i feel like i'm more productive now than during school. I''ve been doing a daliy dose of reading engineering news, politics and finance. I am now very worldly and wise.

hey, San jose is the considered the richest city according to Forbes in 2005 based on median household value or something like that. I think city is the wrong term to use, it should be more like region, because i would think like Hollywood Hills where all the celebrities live would be the richest city. Anyway, for anyone who lives in San Jose, Paul, you are rich by association. That kinda sucks, people expect you to be a gazillionaire but its just because all your neighbors are CEOs of their own .com companies.

Im gonna go do the UCLA undie run this wednesday. Gotta show the boys and girls of LA what Cal men are made of. I've been trying to get into shape, I want people to think I'm a mega athlete at Cal. right now i look like Oski. I have embarked on my 20th quest to get a six pack. So far, I'm at a one pack, buts that a good thing because I just see a clean slate that I can chisel. Van Gough would agree: the best paintings are made on a blank canvas, not reimaginations of a masterpiece. Pretty deep huh?

I saw Up. It was good. It has dogs. And i hopped to terminator. That was pretty good too.

some other things i've been up to:
- gone back to high school to help out with the speech team. Those kids look up to me. makes me feel strong and powerful
- helped gma find a retirement home. she treated me to lunch. makes me feel strong and powerful

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Working hard

Back home and bored, but at least I have my head on straight. I've started doing some deep career soul-searching because I have these wild ambitions of having a job that I am passionate about and that I'd truly enjoy rather than a job that pays well. The search is still in progress.

Actually, i've taken this search so seriously that i've tried to make a job out of it. Wake up at 6:30, exercise, go to work (starbucks) at 8, soul search til noon, go home and eat, back to starbucks til 4, go home, play, watch the laker game at 6, hang out w my boys after the game, taco truck at 11, back home, sleep. Repeat.

Actually actually, that's what I plan to do starting next week. For now, just been lazy. To get an idea of how lazy i've been, Emma recently wrote a post about what she's been up to. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that lazy.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009


Here is the first post of my awesome blog. Just to show you how awesome it is, here are some awesome things I've been up to lately:

Hanging out with the bunnies

Hanging out with the buddies


Selling my dresser on Craigslist

Graduation is coming up. I'm planning on hitting up Jens reception and Dieps reception.

Tentative to do list:
Jens reception
Dieps reception
Receptions in general
General commencement
Beat this guy in tennis who kept owning my ass during class. dang i felt so crappy
Clean and sell everything in my apartment
Get money from grandma