It seems that writing in my blog has started to become a once every several months kind of occasion. If there weren't so many random odd tidbits lately other than me working my a** off for the man, I might not be writing in it at all for the rest of the year. Lets get started:
1. Some of you know I've been suffering from lower back pain for the better part of a decade. Lately it's been a bit more unbearable than usual. One of my VP's who used to play professional bball in Europe highly recommended yoga. I went to my first yoga class at the good old ghetto 2-4 near my house. It was very awkward. First of all, 95% of the people there brought their own yoga pads making me stick out like a sore thumb. As soon as we sat down, they make you take off your shoes and socks which I hesitantly did. (My feet smelled like ass because I played 2 games of basketball right before) I think the instructor was a bit of a control freak because in the middle of the class she starts talking seriously on how "some people were not doing the positions right and could eventually hurt themselves." I wouldn't of tripped over it if she wasn't LOOKING STRAIGHT AT ME when she said it. It was a struggle trying to maintain zen like meditation while transitioning from one yoga position to another with a thick and foamy 24 Hour Fitness pad. The bright side of it all is that my back pain was drastically reduced. Now the real dilemma is should I get a yoga pad and would that look pretty homosexual sticking out of my bag with the rest of my bball gear? My VP who recommended yoga said "I don't have one (he goes to those fancy gyms where they reserve one for you) but I think you should buy one. If you don't feel comfortable being seem with it, don't roll it but wrinkle it up and stuff it in your bag. That way you can hide it from your bball buddies and when you take it out for class, it looks real manly trying to iron it out on the floor." Genius... no wonder he's a VP and I'm not...
2. One thing about San Francisco is that they have a lot of public service announcements on billboards all around the city. You'll find on street signs, bart stations and even on busses messages such as "don't forget to save water" or "don't get fat." (kidding... kind of...) Now, the most popular service announcement in San Francisco is obviously the spread of STDs. To be honest, I think that is the most popular health related public service announcement I can think of other than cancer. On these billboards there will usually be a picture of a person along with a message such as "stop the spread of ____ (insert some sort of dirty little secret the person has)." I suppose this person represents someone who has this disease and I guess they got it while having "sex." Now, I've grown up to see most of the major bay area cultures on these billboards, first being Caucasians, then African Americans and most recently Latinos. I have never seen Asians representing any public service announcements relating to sexually transmitted diseases. Apparently we don't spread these diseases because we don't get any action. The other day I see this big billboard as I'm leaving the bart. There's an Asian guy in work clothes looking mighty happy about himself and I'm thinking "yes!... finally." Some of you might already know but for those who don't, the sign read "Be a Hero! Stop the spread of Hepatitis B!" I don't think the Asian culture will ever be devirginized...
3. I went to Walgreens right before the gym last week to pick up a drink. As I was standing in line, I was browsing the cover pages of magazines. (because this is how I keep up with my celebrity gossip) My eyes fell upon a set of Hannah Montana trading cards. As we all know, kids go ape sh** over this girls so its understandable that she would have a line of trading cards along with a line of everything else. I'm still waiting for them to start a line of pregnancy tests with a picture of the teen icon appearing if the test is positive. (thought of that after I heard Britney Spear's little sister had a baby. Way to go trailer trash!) Well, amazing ideas aside, I was flabbergasted when I read what was right next to the trading cards. A pack of Hannah Montana cards cost $4. Are you f***ing kidding?! We're in the middle of the worst economic crisis since the great depression and this little skank is trying to sell your kids a set of her glamor shots for $4 a pop?! Tell you what, I'll sell you some candid shots of me playing practical jokes on my parents for only $2 a pack. Not only will you get them for half the price but you'll see reactions that are pure money... I think I just found the answer to the credit crisis...
People might think I'm odd but I tell them "either you're right or I'm the last hope for mankind... think about it..."
It's been about 6 months since I wrote an entry. Amazing how studying and a full time job can really destroy your social, physical, and mental health. It wasn't till after I was a walking train wreck of my former self that I realized how spoiled I am. Here are a few examples:
1. I visited the family in LA for the first time in 3 months, the week after July 4th. I decided to take time off work so that I can practice normal human activities like eating 3 square meals a day (instead of one gigantic meal a day), taking consistent showers at normal times (taking a shower twice in one day does not make up for the fact that you missed showering the day before), and not giggling deliriously because I didn't have my daily 3rd cup of coffee. The vacation was a little less than a vacation since I was taking care of my nephew Harry most of the time. I took him to the beach and then took the entire family to Disneyland (which if you know my family, that's a full time job on its own). When I started packing up to prepare for my drive back to SF, my brother had already fixed and washed my car, my mom had packed snacks and drinks, and my entire family was waiting outside ready to wave bye (and no, they were not eager to see me go for the ones who were thinking that... pricks...). I guess I am the baby of the family...
2. There's a guy that works at the Peet's coffee shop (who will remain unnamed for liability reasons) near my work that I talk to about "pot head" movies and funny YouTube videos when I make my morning runs. One day I walk in for an afternoon cup and the coffee shop is practically empty except for my buddy and another Peet's employee working the counter. Instead of taking my order, my buddy makes me tell him what I want and he quickly puts it together. It was one of the best lattes I've had in a while. The frosting on the cake was when I was headed out the door, the guy tosses me a muffin. If he started a coffee shop I wouldn't sponsor it, but I'd definitely be a customer...
3. My manager took me golfing last Wednesday. Not only did I get to work a half day, but I spent the rest of the day with my manager playing 18 holes, chugging beer, and exchanging funny stories while we pissed on the side bushes next to the tee at the country club. After I get home that same day exausted from all the male bonding, I call the lady friend for the usual updates. She tells me to check my mail. Turns out she bought a video game I wanted and had it mailed to my house. I think that was one of the very few orgasmic moments I've ever had not involving intercourse or masturbation (but I wouldn't know since I am a virgin)..
Happy New Year everyone... People have been asking me lately what
my new years resolutions are and I tell them I have no idea...
and when I ask them what theirs are, they basically recite me a whole
"New Years Resolution for Dummies" book with the typical "lose weight"
or "work harder" goals on top of that list... So basically I
thought long and hard on this question and I've come up with one New
Years resolution... yes folks, just one and that's all I really
need...
"Don't work hard to get what you don't have, work hard to deserve what you already have..."
We bitch about work, family, and life in general but I've found this to
be a bad habit... I also feel that when I work harder, it makes
me even more ungrateful for these things... Bottom line is I have
a
decent job, my family loves me, and I have my health to boot...
Then you should ask yourself, "why do I even deserve this much?"...
Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone
You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
than to drown in your love and not feel your rain
Set me free, leave me be
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall
Just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
When I thought that I was strong
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone
Set me free, leave me be
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am and I stand so tall
Just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that
you're everything I think I need here on the ground
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
Since I started my job, I've been exposed to a whole new world of
people... People who don't talk like you or me but are truly the
type of people you would consider as "old money"... My MD
(managing director) is from North Carolina, knows everything about UNC
basketball in the last 40 years (he likes to recite their history for
anyone who wants to listen), does yoga, and looks like a young early
70's actor (blue eyes,
dirt blonde hair, ages slowly, etc.)... to top it all off, he's
even referred me as "oriental" before... Sure we clashed heads a
few times in the beginning but sevaral months into the job we've found
an understanding... well... more like I've found the
understanding that if individuals like my MD were more culturally
aware, we could of been good friends in another lifetime (not saying
we're not good friends now)... I can summarize this epiphany of
mine into two moments...
1. One day my MD was walking down the hallway when I noticed a slight
tear on his left pantleg. I stopped him in the kitchen as he
was heading to a meeting in the conference room to let him know.
Before I could say anything, he stops me and says "I know"... he
tells me how he's had these pair of pants since he got married and
keeps neglecting to throw them away... I always consider rich
people the kind to throw things away if in any way, comprimises
their image but I have a hard time throwing things away even if they
are worn out or torn because they might remind you of a special place
and time... To hear my MD tell me the story behind these pair of
pants he keeps forgetting to throw away was a touching moment...
in a very odd heterosexual kind of way of course...
2. I recently started picking up golf last month... my MD, being
the big golf fan he is, takes me out of work early so that we can watch
the US Amateur tournament championship being held at his golf club (the
Olympic Club if you are truly curious)... As we enter the club,
we head straight to the bar. I order a Heineken and he orders a
Bud Light. I turn to him and say "so... you're a bud
man"... He smiles and replies "since college"... We spent
the rest of the day drinking beers and watching players crush golf
balls off the tee... towards the late afternoon my MD turns to me
and says "I really don't want to wait for the shuttle... you mind
hopping a few fences to get to the parking lot?"... so there I am
watching my managing director jump 3 high fences in his work clothes
right in front of me just because he didn't want to wait 15 mins for a
shuttle... Maybe it was the high amount of sun I got or the 4
beers I drank, but I had a whole new respect for the man...
It might be hard to find a common ground with individuals who come from
different backgrounds, but I suppose that we all have to look inside
and ask "would we have turned out the same way if we had their
lives?"... My MD might seem be a bit culturally unaware but like
the wise words of Optimus Prime, "there is more to him than meets the
eye..."
Last Saturday, my friend Chris and I had this brilliant idea of downing
2/3 of a bottle of Grey Goose in 10 mins before going into a
club. We were so drunk that we kept telling each other to get
some more Lifesavers mints from the restroom each time the other would
have to go... "Hey Chris, if you're going to the restroom, get me
some more of those awesome mints..." *laugh* *giggle*
*giggle* After several rounds of Grey Goose tonics, my eyes
started blurring and could no longer see straight... By the time
Sunday rolled around, I was suffering the worst hang over I had ever
experienced in my entire life... but I still think I came out on
top, because you see, my pockets had mints for an entire week... - Almost Lovers - A Fine Frenzy -
I had a guy friend last Wednesday admit to our group that he's read over 35 volumes of the "Babysitter's Club"... Now mind you there was only one female present during this meeting but the crowd he was still not amused... let me rephrase that, the crowd was amused but not in the manner I'm sure he was aiming for...
I consider it funny how some people try to make certain things popular or hip by expressing their interest in it first when the rest of the group deep inside are thinking to themselves "wait... that's not cool..."
But if you think about it, this tactic must of worked several times in the past or how else would crazy ideas become popular... shaved heads with front died bangs that go down to the floor, wearing one pant leg rolled up to the knee and keeping the other one normal, the thought that Alicia Silverstone is attractive, etc... So many trends that I just didn't understand at the time and even now... This is my justification that everyone else is crazy and I might just be the only normal minded person on Earth...
