this morning, i had a dream where i was in paris, and my high school friend joy and i were making out. then, her friend wanted to go to yiassoo (a greek place that's actually in cupertino) to eat, but then i would have to drive, so i made up all these excuses not to go. then, suddenly, i was transported to costco, and i was kissing some girl's fingers, but they were actually organic strawberries. yeah, i know, weird, huh?
one of these days, i'm going to seriously hurt myself when i take a nap at work. you know how people bob their head when they fall asleep sitting up? well, my head bobs backwards, and it snaps back with such force that my neck cracks and makes these ungodly noises. it hurts like hell, and it wakes me up in a jolt. i'm afraid that one day, i'm going to snap my spine in half. *shivers* it happened today, and boy, did it hurt like a motherfucker.
last night, i voted on _sytycd_ for the first time. first, i voted for katee, then i tried voting for joshua, but his line was busy for a while (a good sign for him), so i voted for katee again. and then, joshua's line freed up, so he got one vote for me. i think katee should win now that will is out of the running. and does anybody else think that joshua is love with katee? their contemporary piece last night was pretty damn amazing. my prediction is that mark and chelsie will get booted off tonight. chelsie, which admittedly is an amazing ballroom dancer, just can't solo worth shit.
i've noticed that _sytycd_ is rated TV-14, with the warning labels "D" and "L." "D" is for "sexual dialogue," and "L" is for "strong language." huh? where in this show is either? are they talking about the lyrics in the songs they use? *ponder* if anything, the show should have a mild warning for the skimpy outfits that the girls wear, because some of the costumes show quite a bit of skin (which i like), but that's about it. hm. i'm puzzled here.
ARGH! so i've been pulled in to debug this AC test that i wrote months ago that we've applied to a new chip, and it hasn't been working. luckily, just moments ago, another engineer took one look at the waveforms, and he noticed that the serial mode defaulted to 1, instead of the 0 in the old chip. eureka! i was mildly upset, because the designer who made this change didn't tell us. hehe. the designer was D, btw, so i gave him a playful choke when i saw him. communication and documentation, guys! it's key.
i think i want to talk to that ultra-short cute girl. however, that means i have to pay some money to the dating service. hm. is she worth it? my friend J thinks so. you should see her, though; her face looks like one of those japanese models. but damn. 4'11"? i once wondered how sex would work with a girl that short. i had stef (who's maybe an inch or two taller than that) around, so i bent my knees until our crotches were even, and our faces were at the point where we could still kiss normally, so it was actually ok!
every day it gets closer, i am dreading my mom's visit. i wonder how she would feel if i just told her straight up that i didn't want her to preach religion to me. my mom's attending a church conference in dallas right now, and she told me today that she met a church woman near my area, and they might get together and stuff when they're out here. imagine how uncomfortable i'll feel when i come home to find them at my place discussing the gospel. i mean, one of my mom's friends once sat down next to me and asked me to pray with her. UGH. :( if that happens again, i might just blow up.
i am really excited for the olympics. however, i don't know how much coverage i'll be able to see because of the time difference. i bet i'll probably find out about a lot of the results on espn.com during the day, and i'll miss out on the excitement of watching the events live. i am most excited about two things: USA basketball and michael phelps. phelps has the unprecedented opportunity to win EIGHT gold medals. ridiculous. he's a freak of nature, i tell you. best of luck to both of them.
has anyone seen _the dark knight_ in IMAX? are the IMAX-shot scenes that much better on the huge screen? i am only slightly curious what they look like. i didn't really like the movie all that much, so i will probably not pay money to see the movie again.
one of my stocks (AKAM) dropped $8, or 25%, today. ouch! it hurts to lose money like that. i know i should have patience with my stocks, but man, in this horrible market, it just sucks to see my portfolio bleed money every day. i think one of the only good things i've done with my money is to keep a lot of it in an ING savings account; so far, i've earned $10K in interest over a few years.
during the drive to work today, i caught the entire song "no air" on the radio. i love that song now. when i first heard it on _american idol_, i thought it was totally lame. but after seeing katee and joshua perform to it on _sytycd_, i have totally flipped my liking. funny how that can happen. i need to buy it on iTunes one of these days.
ok. almost 7pm. i'm gonna head down to get some dinner soon.
so today, i got a match notification on singlesnet (this free-so-far online dating service i signed up on one day out of sheer boredom). i clicked on it, and the girl on the other end was super-cute. i mean painfully, extremely, fuckably cute. the problem? she's 4'11". that's probably too short for me. i mean, i already slouch, and i'd probably develop a permanent hunchback if i had to stoop that low to kiss her every time. but hot damn, this girl is nice; it almost makes me wish i were 5'5" or something. almost.
lunch was a blazing quick outing today. we had our quarterly financial meeting today, and we got out around 12:50. D and I had a meeting at 1:30, so i was like, "hm," so i suggested a quick run to arby's. we spent 25 minutes commuting two and fro, and maybe 12 minutes scarfing down two beef 'n cheddars each. good thing they're still two for $4. yum. of course, i ate mine so fast that i felt ill afterwards. but damn, bnc's are so good.
i get turned on when i find out a girl shaves/waxes her pubes. i know you'll say it's because i watch too much porn, but i adore the look of a bald vadge. it's just so clean-looking! aerodynamic and smooth. it makes me want to munch on it. and it is NOT because it reminds me of a prepubescent girl. i just think it looks very nice. i only had one week of contact with one in my sexual history, and i was so obsessed with it. i couldn't stop looking at the girl's (lack of) pubes, and i really wanted to romp. but i did notice that the stubble grew back pretty quickly. does it itch? get scratchy? it sort of hurt when i went muffdiving. do women get their pubes permanently removed? i wonder if there are any drawbacks to that, because i would recommend the process if it weren't superexpensive or ridiculously painful. what's the point of pubes anyway? do they serve a purpose?
it was a good thing that i didn't have dinner with grace and her volleyball folk last night. apparently, those that partook of a certain dish at hong kong bistro got food poisoning. and grace was one of the unlucky group; the poor girl yacked (multiple times, mind you) into some plants outside on the street. man, i didn't know food poisoning could hit that suddenly. i am not going to hong kong bistro ever again; i have only been there once, and the food wasn't good that one time anyways. apparently, according to her, the "seafood bake" dish was the culprit. so beware!
speaking of puking, i woke up feeling a bit nauseated this morning. so after my morning cig and morning dump, i rushed over to the kitchen sink and dry-heaved. some water and one of my two capsules of herbal medication came up. the capsule was broken in half and partially melted. kind of gross, huh? so i went back upstairs and took another capsule, so now there's an odd number of pills left. ugh. i feel all unbalanced now. OCD sucks!
so the bad news at my company is that we're not getting raises at all this year. BUMMER. the CEO tried to spin it in a positive manner by saying, "well, that's better than layoffs, right?" hm. and the executives are taking pay cuts. our stock hit rock bottom these past two days, so i'm thinking of buying some. i mean, it's getting close to our book value, so i'm thinking it can't drop any lower, right? hm. famous last words, they could be.
has anyone seen the _x-files_ movie yet? is it any good? it didn't score so hot on the tomatometer, so i'm having a hard time finding people to see it with. i'm actually sort of surprised that they came out with another x-files movie, because i didn't think it was relevant to the pop culture scene any more. but i did like the show, so i sort of want to see it.
damn. it's 7:20. i gotta go. sorry to cut this short, but i'll try to write more tomorrow.
yup, i can still solve a rubik's cube. i walked down the physical design aisle in my division, and i saw that M's cube was all messed up. now, you should remember that i have this OCD where whenever i see an unsolved rubik's cube, i have to solve it, or else i feel all messed up and weird inside. so i asked her who scrambled it up (it was a coworker's daughter), and i then asked if i could take it and solve it. it took me about 5 minutes to get it back in shape. i haven't touched one in over a year, so i was happy that i still remember all the moves. yay for me! *flex*
there's no basketball this week. apparently, there's a volleyball camp going on at city beach, so open play is shut down. i was sorely disappointed when i drove there today and got turned back. i really wanted to play and get some stress relief, as well as some regular exercise. rats.
i have taken a leak well over half a dozen times today. it's great for my body, i'm sure, but it's also getting annoying. i guess i'm well hydrated or something. once again, someone didn't flush, and i just said "god damnit" really loudly in the bathroom. i think i'm going to complain to the facilities and have them post up some signs or something. i don't care if you are a germophobe; not flushing is just plain fucking rude!
i remember watching this _g.i. joe_ episode where there was this big blob wreaking havoc on the world, and the team wound up launching a gazillion apples into the blob because apple seeds are poisonous. so i did some snooping on snopes.com, and it turns out that apple seeds do indeed have small amounts of cyanide in them. ah, so the writers of the cartoon did their homework! ah, the things you learn from watching _g.i. joe_. "and knowing is half the battle." :)
there was a 5.something earthquake in LA today. my cousin shirley in san diego felt it, and she IM'ed me right after it happened. then, i IM'ed the only other person on my buddy list (grace) that lived in LA, and she said that she felt like throwing up from all the swaying. poor girl. crazy. well, that's what you get for living in california. would you rather have earthquakes or tornadoes? both are very scary things. when i grew up in dallas, i was petrified that i'd get caught and tossed up into the air by a tornado. both have devastating force, and i'm not sure which i'd rather face the risk of.
i once saw this short bit on this girl who was going to break a record by having well over 100 men (i think it may have been 300) have sex with her in one outing. that's impressive, but i gotta ask: is that even fun? i mean, doesn't it start to chafe down there? that must be thousands upon thousands of jerking movements laid upon her vadge. i doubt a sensitive area like that isn't built to withstand that kind of volume. also, what was also interesting from a logistical point of view was that all the men had to get STD tests beforehand; imagine all the paperwork that had to be done for such an undertaking. and i must say, man, that's a lot of spunk. i wonder if you put it all together, how many gallons of spooge that must have been. talk about bukkake-fest!
i'm going to the menlo park gombei tonight to have dinner with jeffrey. yay for the real gombei! i know the santa clara gombei is much closer, but the quality of their stuff just isn't up to par with the other two locations. unfortunately, his wife isn't coming; word has it that she's stressed about starting her new job tomorrow, so she's reading up on stuff. wow. i've never heard of someone doing that before. don't they usually give you some ramping-up time when you start a new job?
last night, i caught the second half of an MTV _made_ episode where the girl wanted to become a hip hop dancer. to finalize her transformation, she got contacts and short hair. usually, i would say that glasses make a person look better, but this girl (hallie) had rather dorky glasses, so i have to admit that she looked better without specs. but i definitely liked the short hair on her. short hair = sexy! it was a cool heartwarming episode.
ok, i gotta prepare some stuff before i head off to gombei; it's gonna be a long drive, all the way up to menlo park. ciao!
hey people. i'm still mopey today. yeah, it's the k3 thing. this whole deal has caught me quite off guard. i mean, i thought i was well over her, but ever since saturday night, i've been missing (and wanting) her pretty badly. damn you, sarah! i reiterate that music has some very powerful qualities. i guess you could say that she was the one who got away. if you followed my old geocities journal back in october of 2001, you'll know that i fucked up our friendship after our NYC trip. and who knows what could have happened between us, but it's all pretty much moot now. *sigh* but i have to tell you, if i found out that she's engaged or married now, i'd be pretty devastated. and that goes to show you that i am really not over her.
anyways, on to other things. i took a dump this afternoon on the first floor, and i noticed that the door to the stall next to me was closed. however, i looked down, and i saw no feet on the ground. yet, i heard farting and shitting noises, and i noticed that there was the shadow of a pair of clasped hands on the ground. so wtf? how could there be NO FEET? was the guy sitting cross-legged on the toilet? really? there was no way he was a paraplegic, because i was the one in the handicapped stall, and there was no room for a wheelchair in his small stall. hm. i am completely and utterly perplexed by this. ???
i finished coding today. yes, even with my mind distracted by my crippled emotional state, i was able to focus for a few hours and get my work done. which is quite remarkable, i have to say. it was actually sort of nice to escape from my "issues" for a while and get down and dirty to do some verilog coding. so anyways, now i have to get the code to compile and start the verification. that's the part that i'm not so interested in doing. there are many stages of being a VLSI engineer, and the only fun parts of the process (to me, anyway) are the architecture and coding phases. well, you gotta do that you gotta do.
well, my mom is going to stay with me for THREE weeks: mid-august to the first week of september. she originally wanted to stay a whole month, but i counter-offered with two weeks, and we compromised to three weeks. uh oh. what the hell am i going to do? she only stayed with me for one week a few months ago, and i almost exploded/died. how the hell am i going to handle three weeks? i mean, on the 2nd or 3rd day, things got so bad that i had to escape to paul's house for a few hours. man. it's going to be rough. yes, i love my mom, but i can only take her in small doses. and living with her is a whole other matter. needless to say, i am dreading it like the plague.
before getting dinner last night, i watched a part of _sin city_ on MTV. i waited until the carla gugino topless scene before i left for taco bell. of course, they cut it out, which i was bummed (but not surprised) to find out. man, she has some nice juicy tasty breasts (and a ripe munchable ass to boot). before i saw this movie, i had seen her in other shows, but i had no idea she could be so sexy. sometimes you have you idea who has a nice body underneath all those clothes.
i'm IM'ing amyM right now (the one who lives in HK). luckily, she's an early riser, so i get to talk to her while i'm still at work. :) she just reminded me of this thing that k1 wrote me in a letter after we broke up. she signed off her letter saying: "from a secret admirer who should have never kissed you." that blew me up. i was SO pissed off about that line, because that basically meant that she regretted going out with me. and i am (or, at least, i try to be) a big "no regrets" kind of guy. and going out with k1 was one of the greatest things to happen in my life. i just won't let anybody take that away from me.
i will never understand some of my coworkers. some of them don't flush the toilet/urinal after they use it, some of them don't wash their hands after taking a shit/piss, and now, after i just took a piss, some of them don't turn off the faucet after washing their hands. WTF?! how brainless and rude and wasteful of them. it just steams me.
poor R. remember him from basketball last thursday and how i helped him to his car after his injury? it turns out that he has a dislocated ankle and a torn ligament somewhere. man. how horrible is that? i visited him in his cubicle today, and he's in a lot of pain. and on crutches. he'll be out of commission for at least a few months, no doubt. it makes me scared to play basketball, honestly speaking. or at least i'll be hesitant to drive into the lane, and instead stay outside and just shoot. man, what a vicious sport.
ok, i've been IM'ing amy for almost an hour now. i love her. she's so fun to talk to. i hope that she'll still be around when biz school starts next month. anyways, i'm off for a smoke now. bye!
friday night, since all of the bowling gang had gone to tahoe for camping, my usual dinner companions were gone. so i had dinner with D at corner place. i wanted to drag him to see _step brothers_, but he would have none of it. our last will ferrell movie was _semi-pro_, and that was pretty bad, so he was unwilling to see another one of his movies, hehe.
saturday, i had the same problem finding people to eat lunch with, but luckily, jeffrey and his wife were making lasagna, so he invited me over. i got to see his place in palo alto, right next to 101 (off of oregon expressway). we did a shot of milagro tequila, which was surprisingly smooth. i had an empty stomach, so it made me just a little lightheaded, and jeffrey, being a lightweight, was moreso affected. the lasagna was good, and we watched two episodes of bobby flay's _throwdown_ (chili relleno and texas-style chili) before i left.
then, it was off to jay and margaret's place for their baby shower. ah, it was nice to see the stanford gang again. we played games: (guess the microwaved chocolate bar "poo" in the diaper: i only got the reese's peanut butter cup, and ting got 4/5, rolo's was very difficult, and guess the unlabelled baby food: jack was the only to guess "beef and vegetables", guess when the baby's due date, etc.). there was a cake (which i took a picture of with my phone, maybe i'll upload it later), and we were supposed to guess what the shape of it was, and those who were parents instantly got that it was a onesy, but i was befuddled and eventually asked if it was the shape of a uterus: WRONG, haha.
overall, it was a good time, and i left around 9:30. and when i got home, i started checking my e-mail, and i went to my iTunes and started playing some sarah mclachlan, and that's when some of my long lost emotions for k3 started coming back, especially when i played sarah's "full of grace" song. it was really weird. that's when i wrote the previous blog post. i even knew what track number "full of grace" was (track #9 on sarah's _surfacing_ album), because i have vivid memories of k3 popping in the cd and fast-forwarding to 9 on my car's stereo. it was like i was transported back in time to when i was in love with her again. after i published my blog post, i wrote her an e-mail wishing her well (she's in china teaching HIV medicine, coming back in september), before i went to bed, i went to my answering machine and played back the only saved voice message: a message from k3 from back in 2001, when she thanked me for sending her a tare panda that i bought from japan. it was very weird hearing her voice again.
jack's hypothesis the next day is that the baby shower made me emotionally weak and yearn for a relationship. thusly, he called me a girl. hehe.
anyways, sunday, i had lunch with jimmy and sabrina at the wahoo's fish taco in santana row. after i ate my usual spicy chicken quesadilla, i got a stomachache, so i took a dump in the restroom. it was mostly liquid. then, i headed over to their new house, which was under MASSIVE renovation. they were extending the entire front of their house by several feet, which is no small feat.
then, i went home, watched part of the red sox/yankees game (the red sox won. yay!), took a nap, talked to dave and carolyn for 25 minutes, and watched some more tv. i grabbed some taco bell (only 2 items this time) for dinner, and then met up with some of the camping folk at tap ex for a nightcap. and that was it.
whenever i listen to sarah, i think of k3. (isn't it weird how music can bring back memories and emotions?) like me, she adored sarah. i started browsing through some of our e-mail conversations back in 2000-01, during the peak of our long-distance "courtship." if you could call it that. for the most part, it was just words. not much was done, physically speaking. we spoke of the future, and what may be, as i was in silicon valley working, and she was in texas in medical school.
at the time, she was my favorite girl on the planet. i first met her in autumn quarter of 1994, when she floated in to stanford taiko auditions as a spunky freshman. she just seemed to light up the room when she entered, with a short haircut and a perpetually bright smiling face. i liked her instantly. and i immediately knew i had to get to know her.
we did get acquainted with each other, but for this and that reason, we never dated. i became involved with k2, and that blossomed into a four-year relationship, but after she and i broke up, i turned my attention to k3 once again. with that length of time, i have to admit i built up an idealistic vision of her. and she became this perfect girl in my mind.
and man, i read some of my e-mails to her, and i was *so* in love with her. i can't believe some of the words that *i* wrote. am i capable of this kind of affection in my current state? ME? *now*? hm. i think my heart has dimmed considerably, and i am afraid to think that i, in a love-capacity sense, am half the man i used to be. and that saddens me. either i am not meeting the right people (girls, who, using the _ally mcbeal_ terms, "make my heart bounce"), or my heart is no longer able to bounce.
ok, off to bed. heh, i haven't been reflective like this on my blog in years, no? oh, and btw, i have really stinky farts right now.
a few weeks ago this past month, i got home, and i noticed that my kitchen's faucet wasn't completely shut off. it had been dripping during the entire workday, so i was like, "oh shit. my water bill's gonna be huge." well, i got my water and sewage bill from the city of mountain view two days ago, and yup, the water side of it was $40 higher than average. DAMN. that must have been a shitload of water that had leaked out. i mean, how many gallons must have been dripping to increase the bill by that much? i mean, i don't mind the money that much (well, i do), but what bothers me more is the waste. oh well, from now on, i'm going to be extra paranoid about making sure that all of my faucets are completely turned off when i leave the house.
today's telepathic test thought: "damn, i'd do you right now on the spot." the girl didn't flinch as she walked by me and into the building. she wasn't incredibly hot or anything, but i do think she's a little cute. and she has dark hair. (remember, dark hair is beautiful!) so far, i have not encountered one telepath, it seems. are any of these people out there?
the company lunch was actually decent today. when i spotted the old caterer guy and his bald dome in the cafeteria, i was expecting the worst, because i knew it was going to be mediterranean food. but surprisingly, the stuff was pretty tasty, and i was pleased. i had only been up out of bed for a little more than an hour, but my stomach was already growling, and i ate quite a bit of food. D and i were thinking about going out to eat (at choi's), but i'm glad that we decided to stay in for the free lunch.
i did some good coding today. i finally sat my ass down, got focused and ready (after a smoke and a dr pepper), and modified the complex pipeline control block. it's pretty complicated stuff. this file is now over 1,200 lines long, and i pity the poor bloke who ever has to take over the code if i ever leave the company. so now the hardest part of my OD design integration is done, and i have maybe one day's work left to finish next monday.
i was very upset by last night's _sytycd_ elimination. (spoiler alert) when mark was safe, i was completely shocked, and i knew that one of my favorite guys was going to go home. but i had no idea that will was going to be him. i have to admit, i didn't like will in the beginning, because i thought he had no personality, but over these past weeks, he has grown on me. especially with that james brown solo on wednesday. he's by far the best male dancer on the show, and i wonder if his elimination was a case of people thinking that he was naturally safe, and people just didn't bother to vote for him. so sad. well, i guess we'll see debbie allen as a guest judge after all.
i wonder what happens when people abstain from having sex before their wedding night, and then find out that they're sexually incompatible. or maybe the guy can't get it up, or the girl's frigid, or her vagina's too small, or something horrible like that. what do you do? what a bummer that would be. i guess you can go to a doctor or sex therapist, but i think some kinks should be worked out beforehand. otherwise, it would totally ruin your wedding night, not to mention your sex lives.
last night, i caved in to my hunger. i had a small dinner at work before going home, but then, after watching _sytycd_, at 10pm, i just couldn't take it anymore and went to burger king. i got a whopper jr. with cheese and a medium onion rings (which actually cost more than the burger). i know it's horrible to eat right before you go to sleep, but man, i just find myself getting uncontrollably hungry these days. this is not good! i have a bad feeling that i'm going to get fat in the coming months.
two of the amy's that i know (amyM and amyH) are having birthdays this weekend; one on saturday and one on sunday. their time zones are exactly 12 hours apart, so chances are, they might be celebrating around the same time. so to the both of you, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! *muah*
so when women think "threesome," do they picture a guy and another girl, or two guys at once? are women interested in either scenario? we know that a lot of guys dream of doing two women at once. but how about girls? if it's with another girl, is it because they're bi-curious? and if it's with two guys, is it because they want to experience double penetration? i would imagine that having both holes filled must feel pretty good, if each hole feels nice on its own. or maybe it's distracting? *shrug* what about a triple-male threesome? the lucky pierre in the middle could experience coming AND getting his asshole filled at the same time, and i bet that would be heavenly, if you're into that sort of stuff.
i, for one, am not interested in a menage. i think two women would be too much at once. i've only got one schlong, so i'd be afraid that the one i'm not servicing would get bored. i mean, the only position where both of them would be getting some from me would be where one was riding my pecker, and the other would sit on my face. or, one of the girls could give the other one head. but anyways, it's just all too complicated for me, and i'd rather not get involved with this. and plus, there might be some emotional aspect of it that i don't know about. best stay away from it.
ok, 6:30. time to go home. aside from jay and margaret's baby shower, i don't have any real plans, so i'm afraid it might be a boring weekend. we shall see.
i had one of those today while coding. i was working on integrating this OD block into my stuff, and then i had a brilliant eureka! moment during a smoking break. i came up with a massive simplification in the microarchitecture. instead of adding three fifo's, a mux, and two banks of shift registers, all i needed to add was just one fifo. amazing, huh? i ran it by the project lead and the OD designer, and after some discussion, we decided to go with my idea. i am the fucking man!
still, though, i have a lot of coding to do. today, i instantiated all of the blocks (just that one fifo and the OD block, but i had to remove all the work i had previously done), and then, i have to change the pipeline control (which is the hardest part, very tricky), modify an arbiter, and add some new programmable registers. if i pulled an all-nighter today, i would be able to finish all of it, but then again, who needs me to work that hard? nah, i'll just space it out over a few days.
man, R sprained his ankle pretty badly today during basketball. i didn't see him go down, but at one point, he said that he was in such pain that he almost passed out. i helped him to his car, and he couldn't put any weight on his right foot. he was cursing with every step, and he had cold sweats as well. poor guy. basketball is a vicious sport. and for the 3rd time in like five or six outings, i got scratched by someone's fingernails to the point of bleeding. god damnit!
shit. i want to watch team USA basketball tomorrow during their olympics warmup against canada, but they're playing at 5pm pacific time (on espn). i probably can't get out of work that early. rats. i have high hopes for this team, and i think we have what it takes to win the gold this time around. during the last olympics, i was in italy, and i actually got some free time to watch some of the games. this time, i'll be working, but i hope my company will have a tv on in the cafeteria or something so we can stop by and catch some of the action throughout the day. (they did that for the world cup a few years ago.)
for those people who have written me on facebook, i'm sorry that i haven't responded. i've do read my messages, but i'm just slow at writing back. and for those readers who have been lurking, look me up! poke me or something! :) yes, i'm over 200 friends now, but i'll be more than happy to add some more acquaintances.
i've been drinking a lot of liquids at work. today, so far, i've had two bottles of water, two dr peppers, a small can of orange juice, two bottles of gatorade, and one can of V8. not bad, eh? i've been peeing a lot, too, and now my urine is crystal clear. cool. remember my nightmare of getting kidneystones. and plus, since i'm taking medication, i need to make sure that i dissolve those pills thoroughly.
my mom wants to live with me again in a month or so. ugh. and i just talked to her an hour ago, and she wants to do a thorough house cleaning. i better make sure i hide the porn in a very secure spot. i'm thinking about stashing it in the garage somewhere. man. this is making me very nervous. i am getting flashbacks of how uncomfortable it was when i realized she found my porn the last time, and i really don't want to go through that all over again. *shivers*
i got a haircut yesterday, and after i took a shower, i decided to q-tip my ears. it must have loosened up the earwax, because afterwards, while i was eating my subway sandwich downstairs, a chunk of it just dislodged and fell out on my sandwich wrapping paper. awesome. i love playing with my earwax; it's like silly putty, only it smells really funky, and i can't get enough of the scent. fun fun fun!
some of my coworkers are really shy, it seems. when they go take leak, even if there is a urinal open, they go into a stall, lock the door, and then pee. i mean, at the office, we have little walls between the urinals, so it's not like you can look over and see the other guy's schlong. so what's the hangup? *ponder*
so the bowling gang's leaving for tahoe tomorrow. sigh. i wish i could go with them. however, one thing i won't miss is sleeping in a tent with a bunch of other people. i love my current sleeping arrangement: alone, naked, and with my cool (temperature-wise) blankets and pillows. when i went camping with them last year, to make sure i had the least amount of disturbance, i conked myself out with xanax before hitting the sack, and i snagged the left-most spot in the tent; i sleep facing the left, so that meant that i didn't have to face anyone while i was slumbering. it was fine, but i definitely had some worries that i wouldn't be able to get some comfortable sleep.
i am hoping for mark and comfort to get voted off tonight on _sytycd_. assuming they go, the top 6 will get very tough. i think all of them are very good, and it will be sad to see any of them leave. but i do think that of the remaining dancers, the best of the boys is will, and the best of the girls is katee. like i said, only those two could have pulled off that pas de deux from last week. last night's show, with exception of the foxtrot by mark and comfort, was really top-notch. i enjoyed every dance number immensely.
ok. time to wrap this one up and wait for dinner here at the office. maybe i'll respond to some facebook messages now.
so yesterday, after i finished typing up my blog entry, i double clicked a contact on my yahoo messenger, and my IE browser windows all crashed. then, my virus scanner window popped up and told me that i was infected. wtf? so today, the IT guy scanned my hard drive for *three hours* and cleaned the virus out, and i wasn't able to work for that amount of time. it was ridiculous. at least part of those three hours was during my lunch break with william and charles. fucking viruses. they ruined my productivity!
last night, after work, i went to safeway and bought grace a big tweety bird helium balloon for her birthday. for my birthday last year, she got me a big elmo balloon, so i thought i'd return the favor. the cool thing about this balloon i got her is that if you tapped/punched it, it would sing. how cool is that? (it was one expensive balloon, though, hehe.) i met up with her and her volleyball team at the boardwalk in los altos at 10pm after they were finished playing, and when she saw she balloon, i think she was pleasantly surprised. then, i told her to punch it, and she hit it right into my face. :)
the boardwalk is a pretty cool place. it was late, so i was pretty hungry by then. i had a reuben (pastrami, sauerkraut and swiss on rye), and it was very tasty. i also got some spicy curly fries, and the other people got two pizzas. i think i'll go there again when i get a group of people looking for a place to eat.
my stomach is expanding. i find myself getting hungry more often, and the hunger pangs are very strong when i get them. hm. this is not good in my quest to drop my weight by 5-10 pounds. i need more willpower to eat less!
i'm going to cut out of work early today and get a haircut. for haircut days, i pull an old shirt out of my hamper and wear it, because i know i'll get stray hair follicles all over it. so today, i'm wearing a polo shirt that i spilled in 'n out special sauce on a few weeks back. (no, the shirt doesn't smell.)
after lunch, i got a pretty bad stomachache on the drive back. luckily, i wasn't driving, so i just writhed in pain (in a discreet manner) in the passenger seat. i quickly said goodbye to william and charles and hurried myself to the bathroom. the dump came out all crackly, and the weird thing was that my turds were fuzzy! yeah, like thick strands of carpet or something. something about last night's reuben and curly fries must have done it. *ponder*
when i'm on the toilet, i get a weird compulsion to text message people. i don't know why. but, i just feel bored, and i find myself wanting to text my friends. so if you get a random message from me on your phone, just know that i might have just taken a dump. :)
i have a feeling that this weekend might be sort of boring. pretty much the entire bowling gang is going camping (there are like 14 of them going), and they are my usual meal companions. the reason why i'm not going with them is that i'm going to jay and margaret's baby shower. i'm looking forward to that, because it'll be yet another time all 5 of us bay area stanford drawmates will be together (very rare, and in consecutive weekends, too!), but the rest of the weekend will be very bare, i have a feeling. rats.
maybe i'll ask the new eharmony girl if she wants to meet up. although, it's a bit premature; we've only exchanged like 1.1 messages (that 0.1 message from her being a "hope you had a nice weekend. i'm chinese."), and i still don't have a good idea of what she looks like. (her one picture in her profile is way oversaturated and washed out.) the main reason why i'm a bit interested in her is that she's not fugly (as most eharmony girls are) in that one semi-picture, and she's 5'7". that's a good height.
you know, if i married a masseuse, i would feel guilty asking her for a massage without paying her. i dunno. i'm so used to paying for that service that getting a free regular massage from my wife would feel like stealing or something. *shrug* if she did it because she says she loved me, i wouldn't believe it, and i would think it's out of obligation because she's married to me. hm. i guess it would be like marrying a prostitute or porn star and then having sex with her.
ok. it's past 6pm. time to get that haircut. SYTYCD tonight!
man, i am totally beat today. i got up at 8:30am to take my car into the dealership. according to their findings, there was no evidence of forced entry, so their theory is that the window just broke by itself, and the weight of the glass all by itself caused it to drop. i'm not sure if i buy it 100%, but what the hell. i didn't think insurance would pay for it, so i dropped my claim and paid $470 or so out of my own pocket. drat. at least i got the job done today, and i just picked up my car, and it's all over with.
but back to my first statement, i am so fucking tired. i played basketball for a good hour and a half, at least. we started off with 3-on-3, FULL COURT. that was nuts. even before we played, i just collapsed on the floor and lay there. i don't know what's wrong with me. maybe i have mono? but yeah, getting up at 8:30 probably did the trick. plus, i didn't turn off my tv until 2:30am, so that means i didn't get any REM cycles until then.
last night's dinner with jennie was good; it was nice to catch up with her. she dyed her hair black; all this time i've known her, she has had colored hair. i must say, she looks really good with black, natural hair. i had the same opinion of mia when i saw her last. she was the same deal, too; bleached hair all this time, and then she dyed it black. black hair on asian girls is so hot; i never really understood why girls wanted to change it to any other color. of course, in college, i bleached my own hair and dyed it blue, but that was just a crazy, semi-rebellious experimental phase, and i wouldn't do it again.
after dinner, jennie and i went to costco. they were closing, so we didn't spend much time there, but we did briefly check out their engagement ring section. i asked her if how she felt about accepting a ring from costco, and she didn't seem to keen on the prospect. i mean, this place had some nice stuff, including some rings over $20K! that's pretty decent, isn't it? but i guess there is a stigma to owning a piece of jewelry that's associated with costco, so just to let you know, while i feel there shouldn't be a stigma, i personally wouldn't shop there; i wouldn't want my woman to be embarrassed to tell her friends where her ring is from.
during the shuttle ride from the dealership to work today, there was a really rude indian guy. we had 5 people in our van, and he was the last one to be dropped off. midway, he made a loud comment that his car was probably ready by now, and when it was just him and me, he said it again. then, he expressed loud displeasure that i was next to be dropped off, and when the driver (who's this kind old man) turned on my street, he told the driver that he should have gone straight to his company instead of mine. and before that, he made a really loud rustling noise in his backpack, pulled out his invoice, and called the dealership and asked if his car was ready. anyways, he was an asshole.
i was talking to my dad on the phone the other day, and he told me that he got a great massage in shanghai, and he wanted to introduce the massage girl to me. (as in a potential wife prospect.) !! he was like, "this girl has no higher education, but that's no problem. look at my own mother (who had no higher education, either) and father. why do you have to date stanford women?" ha! i think my parents are trying to send me a message, what do you think? maybe they're getting a little exasperated.
man, i am in a weird funk right now, physically speaking. i haven't done much today, and i've spent a lot of time just sitting in my cube, listless. i should go home and take a nap after i finish writing this. today is grace's birthday, and i might go have dinner with her and her volleyball friends around 10:30. luckily, i had a late lunch (around 4pm) to tie me over. ah, southern chicken sandwich.
ah, i'm IMing amyM right now. she just got up from bed. (it's 10am in hong kong right now.) it's nice to hear from her. she says that HK right now is the worst weather she's ever lived in: blistering heat and ridiculous humidity. (worse than houston, she said.) i asked if they sell deodorant there, and she laughed and said yes. hey, you never know.
ok. 7:20. time to get out of here. i want to crash.
motherfuckers. MOTHERFUCKERS. while D, I, and i were having lunch at yoshinoya, some asshole tried to break into my car. when i got to my car, i noticed that my driver's side front window was halfway down. i was like, "hm, i *KNOW* i didn't roll down my window. i only roll down my window when i smoke." when got into my car, turned on the ignition and tried to roll it back up, there was nothing. no sound, no movement, nothing. someone must have tried to jimmy my window, and then set of the alarm or something and ran.
i called larry hopkins honda, and i have a 9am appointment to get it looked at. and then, i called my insurance (AAA), and first i was placed on hold for HALF AN HOUR (in silence, i might add), so after that, i got steamed, and i called them back on my cell phone and got someone. they'll take care of everything, including a rental car if larry hopkins can't fix it within a day. sigh. fuckers.
i'm supposed to have dinner with jennie tonight, too. i won't drive my car anywhere, but i'm going to risk leaving it at the office (i've parked it right out front), and she's going to pick me up. what a hassle. i can't believe someone tried to break into my car in broad daylight, during lunch hour, right outside of yoshinoya, with all the drive-thru traffic and everything. (fyi, i didn't park in the yoshinoya parking lot. i parked on the street right next to it.)
other than that, i've had a productive day at the office. i'm in high demand. i've helped debug the yet another 1200 panel issue, this time with the menu graphics. the dude didn't split the graphics CSC counter, and then he programmed a register twice in the display list, which caused the hardware to hang. yay for my debugging prowess!
so there's a lot of family drama going on. that's as much as i can say right now, but i will say that the church is partly to blame, at least from my point of view. *RAAR* i've always fought with the church on their policies, and this is no exception.
so this past friday, i took FIVE dumps. once in the morning, once at work, during dinner, before _hellboy 2_, and after i got home. man, my ass was rubbed raw by the end of the day. i mean, i wipe twice, and i wipe hard, so that was ten abrasive contacts with my sphincter. ouchie! i don't know what the hell happened to me to make me shit so much, but i hope it doesn't happen to me again. i did have some spicy mongolian bbq that day, so maybe it didn't agree with me. *ponder*
alan and ting's dog rylie is one destructive little booger. i bought her a "lil buddy" plush toy back when i got my tires installed, and on saturday, we presented her with it. and as of 2:30 this afternoon, lil buddy was destroyed. i mean, rylie is a small cute border terrier, but i guess she must have gnawed the toy open and pulled out all the stuffing or something. poor lil buddy. the last time, i bought her the exact same toy, except it was called the "mailman." it was kaput in 5 minutes. well, i guess i'm not buying her any of those toys anymore; gotta find something more durable.
i can't get enough of that girl-in-baby-oil video. i've watched it multiple times now, and it's pretty damn hot. luckily, the video works on my iMac, because of course i can't watch it at work. shiny shiny naked girl! *yum* however, i don't get a full-blown stiffy while watching it, though. it's not that sexual for me. i'm just more visually fascinated with it, like the way a deer gets caught looking at headlights.
ok, i just saw that jennie signed off on IM. she's probably coming to pick me up soon. gotta tie up some loose ends here at work and go have a smoke. ciao!
friday night, edric planned a group outing to see _hellboy 2_. a group of us meet up at sitara (indian buffet). the food was ok, and there was a lot of variety but there were a lot of chinese-y dishes that i didn't try. i would say that only half of the dishes were indian. and jessica said that the place where you got soft drinks smelled like tiger balm. hm.
the movie didn't start until 8:40, so we went back to edric and char's place to play some rock band. jessica wanted to drink, so i didn't want her to drink alone and joined her. we each had two (well, she had 1.5) shots of... goldschlager! that was the only shootable drink that edric had. now, i HATE cinnamon, but i just took it like a man and did it. it actually wasn't that bad.
i actually really liked _hellboy 2_. it was visually very impressive, and i enjoyed it the entire way through. not once did i look at my watch or wonder when the movie was going to end. and i really dug selma blair's hair, which was this asymmetrical do, and short of course. i like selma blair. after the movie, i tried froyo? for the first time (it was ok, but they ran out of mochi), and we went back to edric's place and played rock band. i left at 12:30.
saturday, paul, leeya, mikeC, nelson and i went to hobee's for brunch. i am really digging their mountain view special omelette. they messed up our orders, so we wound up with a ton of coffee cake. after brunch we went back to paul's place, and leeya introduced us to her new favorite movie, _penelope_. (she's on a james mcavoy kick.) i thought it was a cute movie, and i've a semi-christina ricci fan.
after that, i drove up to redwood city to alan and ting's housewarming/bbq. man, they have a sweet house, nestled in the hills. funny, there was a decent amount of parking in front of their house, but i didn't see it when i first got there, so i wound up parking way up the hill and walked down, with my bottle of whiskey (jameson) in hand. this was the first time (probably in years) that alan, jeremy, jack, jay and i were all in one place, so it was nice to have all the stanford crew together.
i ate five egg rolls (king egg roll!), some chicken, a double shot of whiskey, and some chips. those egg rolls really filled me up. jack's daughter mandy was traumatized when alan's dog rylie jumped on her chair and started to eat the egg roll in her hand. poor girl. i hung out until 9:30 and left with jay and margaret. i was gonna to go aimee's birthday celebration in SJ, but no one wanted to go, so i just hung out at home and went to bed.
sunday, i woke up at 10:30, and i hit the obon at 11:30. the taiko didn't start until 12:30, so i went to jack in the box across the street and got some food first. the group played "hiryu sandan gaeshi" in honor of the late daihachi oguchi, who died a few weeks ago in a car accident. he is the father of kumidaiko, or ensemble taiko, the way most taiko is played today. then, the kids played, the adult group played, and then jun daiko (the group my friends play in) played. i was pretty impressed.
then, jay called, and they were going to see _the dark knight_ at amc cupertino, so i left in a hurry. to be honest, i didn't like it all that much. i missed out on some of the complexity of the plot, and i just didn't see what all the hype was about. i did think that heath ledger did an amazing job as the joker, but other than that, i didn't feel any compassion for any of the other characters, not bruce wayne, harvey dent, any of them. oh well. i recommend it, but i don't *highly* recommend it. and plus, it felt really long, clocking in at 2.5 hours.
after that, i went home and watched the entire espy's. (i couldn't find anyone to eat with.) i enjoyed seeing all the sports stars in one place. then, i got some taco bell, ate it, and chilled out at home. and that was the end of my weekend.
*phew* i made it to friday! yay! it's been a pretty busy week workwise, as you would know from reading my blog these past few days. but in an hour, i'm going to take off and embark on my weekend. edric IM'ed me, and we (and other people, too) are having indian buffet at sitara (my first time there), yogurtland, and then watching _hellboy 2_ in cupertino. to prepare for the indian buffet, i had only one plate of mongolian bbq in mountain view today. i don't really like their stuff compared to su's, but it's way cheaper, by about $5 or so, which is quite significant. su's will only be for special occasions for now on.
have you guys seen the cal band's videogame performance? it's pretty damn cool. watch it here. remember to click on the "watch in high quality" link. like i said, my coworker I was actually in the perfomance, which is very impressive. all that field choreography!
speaking of choreography, congratulations to wade robson (hummingbird and flower), shane sparks (transformers), and mandy moore (table) for their emmy nominations for last year's _sytycd_ series. i enjoyed all three of those dances, and i'm really glad i got to see those routines again on the tour back in november of last year. still, though, i am waiting impatiently to see dances of that caliber on this year's show. so far, there haven't been that many memorable routines, and i am wondering what's going on. this is going to be the deciding factor in whether or not i buy tickets to see the tour again.
i did not attend my company's sexual harassment talk yesterday. i think i am a good judge of what to say and what not to say in the office, and plus, i don't work near that many women. we only have one female VLSI engineer, and i don't talk to her much. however, at one of my other companies, i worked near one really sensitive woman, and she complained of the fact that we used to burp and fart. well, i didn't really fart that much, but i did burp, and she got offended. really? talk about a tight ass. hrmph. it wasn't like i was belching like a whale, either. i don't get people like that. loosen up!
last night, i fell asleep while watching tv in the living room. i was to drowsy that i couldn't even finish a cigarette. yeah, it was pretty bad. for a moment there, i even considering skipping my nightly shower, that's how sleepy i was. it was pretty bad. yes, i'm still taking my seroquel as a sleep medication, and damn, that drug is powerful. one of these nights, i'm going to skip my nightly 100mg and try to fall asleep without it. i really don't want to be dependent on it, and i think a large part of it is psychological. the other night, i puked after dinner (i think it was all the fried stuff i ate), and i think i threw up some of the medication, but i was able to sleep fine, so hopefully this will make me believe that i can fall asleep without the drug. we'll see.
do white people like yoshinoya? i tried to take I there today, but when i described the notion of "beef bowl" to him, he didn't seem to enthused. i wanted something light because of the impending indian buffet i was going to have tonight. next time i crave yoshinoya, i'll take him there once, and i'll see how he reacts to the food. i know it's not anywhere near gourmet or anything, but once in a while, it hits the spot. spicy combo, extra sauce!
i went on cameltoe.org, and i watched this video of a curvaceous brunette (both good things) girl named "kate" lathering her naked self up with baby oil. (btw, what is baby oil used for?) it was quite titillating. there's something about a girl whose body is all shiny and slick that turns me on quite a bit. another case where this happens is during hot, sweaty sex. of course, in the bay area, it rarely gets that hot, so i haven't experienced it that often. and in this video, "kate" has a completely shaved bush, which is a definite prerequisite for a baby oil video. i think a wet, nappy, dripping pubic thatch would be kind of nasty. when i get the chance, i'm gonna watch this video again.
yeah, i like shiny things. i like that sheen on a girl's legs when they're freshly shaven. i like it when a girl's eyes light up and twinkle when she smiles. and of course, those who know me well know that i have a fetish for silver objects. i dunno. i think we have a biological attraction for things that reflect light. is that why girls like diamonds and gems in general?
hm. i'm not sure i'm hungry yet. the prospect of making an indian buffet worthwhile to me is not good. i hope sitara isn't expensive. but if they have chicken makhani or bhindi masala, i'll try to eat as much of it as possible. and there's yogurtland afterwards! ugh. it might be another uncomfortable (and possibly yacking) night for me.
ok. 5:50. gotta go. early dinner, ready or not, here i come!
man, basketball was great today. i played well, which was very satisfying. my teams won all my games, i shot over 50%, and for my second game, my team blanked (and demolished) the other team (who had two good bigs) 7-0. we had phil, sathish, MJ, D, and i. we did everything well: passed, cut, shot the ball, and ran the fast break. the game was over before we even knew it. awesome. i say that i don't really care about winning, but it still feels good, especially because it means that we played well as a team. i felt so happy that i didn't even feel that tired afterwards, even though it was almost 2pm. hooray for good bball outings!
damn, i have a lot of work to do. every day, i'm working on something big. today, we had an hour-long meeting on this OD design and integration, and that's one of my next tasks. i'm not looking forward to it, because i have to change this one ugly complicated block (the pipe control) that i abhor touching. it's got some nasty twisted logic in it, and i have always resisted tampering with it. it took forever to verify, but this time, it's absolutely necessary that i go in there and add another stage to the pipeline. ugh. so yeah, i've been busy. and it's not going to stop until at least early/mid august.
why is grace such a popular asian name? is it almost always a religious name?
thanks jessica for the cell phone/shitting story! that was funny. i've dropped my keys in the toilet after taking a dump before. luckily, it wasn't diarrhea or anything, but just one or two very solid turds, so i was able to stick my hand in the water and fish the keys out without getting too much shit on myself. but man, when i dropped them, time seemed to slow down to a crawl; i was like, "nooooooo!" talk about panic. but in the end, it wasn't so bad. it never is, when you can wash your hands afterwards. plus, when it's your own shit, somehow it doesn't seem as horrible. why do we regard our own discharges/body parts as less gross?
have you guys had yellow kiwis before? last night, i ate two peaches and one kiwi in addition to the leftover jambalaya. when i cut open the kiwi, i was surprised to find out that it had a yellow flesh. also, i didn't taste as tart and sour; it was just bland and mushy. it also had much fewer seeds. hm. i don't know where the hell these fruits came from, but i'm not going to get them again. the only good thing about them is that at least they were organic.
so did you guys watch _sytycd_ last night? the switching up of the partners really did a number on some of the contestants. i think it hurt mark and kherington the most. they also got assigned some of the worst dances, so all in all, they fell flat on their faces. i think they're in trouble tonight. but man, will and katee! talk about a "dream team," as jay texted me last night. they were awesome. honestly, i think they were the only ones who could have pulled off that pas de deux. could you imagine gev or kherington doing that? comfort? ha! no, i didn't think so.
oh. weird thing. i was talking to a new guy at work today. well, he's not new, but he's visiting from the japan branch. we were smoking, and he introduced himself. after we finished smoking, we went upstairs, and when we parted ways, he gently laid his hand on my left ass cheek. yup! ASS CHEEK! it was very deliberate. it wasn't even like a sports-like macho ass slap, which i would still find odd. it was like a short, soft rub. i wasn't so much uncomfortable as i was stunned and confused.
at diana's birthday dinner, we were discussing import models like tila tequila, and kaila yu's name came up. i had never heard of her, so i looked her up. man, she's kinda nasty, too. (i do like her first name, though; starts with 'k', has 5 letters in it.) i looked at a few pictures of her, and through the thumbnails on google images, i gravitated towards one of her wearing glasses (go figure). but even in this one, she wasn't attractive, so damn, she really is a bit fugly. oh well, too bad.
my credit card bill for last month topped out over $3K. shit. i really need to go frugal for a while. of course, a lot of it was spent on my car (90K service, tires, tire service, smog stuff), but still, that's a lot of money. it will hurt to pay the bill off. i'm thinking about selling some of my loser stocks to lock in the capital losses and then buying them back in 30 days (to avoid the wash sale rules). i've never done that before, but i could use any financial break i can get.
ok. hm. i'm debating whether i should wait at the office for 20 minutes and get a free dinner or go out tonight. questions abound.
so this morning, i quickly whipped up a C program to convert a 30-bit concatenated text YUV pixel dump (with markers) into 8-bit separated Y, U, and V binary files. it was fun. i don't get to write software code very often, and i sort of miss it. i have to say that writing software is a bit more fun than writing hardware code, because it's more powerful and efficient; you get more punch per line. yeah, i should have gone the software route, i guess; there's more versatility and range of applications. hardware code is pretty much the same wherever you go, no matter whether it's graphics or networking, etc. i've had engineering friends who switched from hardware to software, and one thing they've said is that software is easier. hm. if it's easier, AND it's more fun, i wonder if it's not too late for me to change, too. remember when i wanted to quit my job and work for facebook?
yes, legs wrapped around you is very nice, too. i agree, it's a very big turn-on. one thing, though, is that the girl needs have legs long enough to do that; if she's too short, or you're too fat, then it doesn't quite work. also, when she closes her legs like that, then you can't penetrate as deeply as you can when she's got them spread wide open in the air. but yes, nice point.
i don't mind my readers pointing me towards interesting porn sites. however, i wouldn't open them at work, and my old computer at home (like a 7-8 year old iMac) can't handle videos very well. but if you're got something intriguing (no 2 girls 1 cup or pain olympics, please, for the love of god) to show me, then i'm all ears (and eyes). thanks! :)
so the cajun restaurant i went to last night (roux louisiana kitchen in santana row) was decent. one thing, though, that pissed me off was that a jameson on the rocks cost me $11 (including a $1 tip). damn, that's an expensive whiskey. the bartender gave me $5 too much back, and i was tempted to keep it, but my good scruples got the better of me, and i gave it back to him. the fried okra ($8) was tasty, and it was interesting because they cut the okra lengthwise, which was very unusual. the gumbo was good, and i was so full by the time my entree (jambalaya, $14) arrived that i ate a few bites and took the rest home. i'll be eating it for dinner tonight while watching _sytycd_.
while i was driving to santana row last night, i felt a crunch in my right ear. so i stuck my right pinky in there, and i felt some pieces of stuff in the canal. i picked out FOUR pieces of earwax. ah, the joy. they were very waxy and malleable, and they smelled awesome. (no, i did not eat them. i have never eaten my earwax.) i swear, i have overactive sebaceous glands. i do worry, though, that i am at the mercy of my ears. i want to pick out the stuff at my own will, but of course, this can never happen. i have some dissolving liquid from jay (after all, he has an ENT background), but i don't have anything to scrape out the stuff after i dissolve the stuff. oh wait. greg gave me a little poker stick thingie. hm. maybe i can try using that. but my nightmare is that i'll have all this gunk in my ear, and i won't be able to get it out.
tomorrow, we might have some pretty bad basketball players join us. i mean, these guys are like first-timers, with no experience. i don't mind this, but i wonder how the more competitive guys will take it. i hate competitive people who bitch and moan and complain and only care about winning. i mean, i enjoy winning, but i don't mind when i lose. these people yell at you when you make a bad pass, force up a bad shot, etc. why do people get like that? sports should be enjoyable, you know?
man, wells fargo stock jumped up 30% today, from $20 to $26. crazy, especially in this down market. i wish one of my stocks would do that. it would make me smile, which would be rare, given that my stocks are all in the shitter. at least the market went up a bit today; i gained back $2K in my portfolio, but of course, i'm way down overall. ok, yes, i'm looking long term, right?
i think my stomach's expanding. even after a large meal, i find myself getting hungry a few hours later. this is not good for me. last night, i weighed in at my heaviest in many months (>175lbs). RATS. i need to go on a diet again. it's not going to be easy, though, because i hate feeling hungry, especially when i go to bed. oh, and i need to tackle the fruit i bought this weekend. so far, i haven't even touched the kiwis, peaches and apples that i bought.
i'm already looking forward to the weekend. saturday, alan and ting are hosting a bbq at their new house (it'll be my first time there), and sunday is the mountain view obon (the one i thought was this past weekend), and friday night, edric and i might go see _hellboy 2_. and monday, i've already got lunch (william and charles) and dinner (jennie) plans. yay for being social!
today, on singlesnet, i got a flirt from a girl who was african-american and 4'5". first, i have never considered dating a girl who was black, and nor have i ever considered dating a girl that short. i mean, 4'5"? that is pretty ludicrous. would i have to get on my knees to kiss her? how would sex work? so i filed away the message, and i doubt i'll do anything about it.
speaking of height, i still haven't heard back from that 5'7" girl from eharmony yet. maybe she will never respond. too bad. she accepted the fasttrack request, so now we're on open communication status. i wrote her a quick message, but so far, it's been 2-3 days. we'll see.
i want to talk to that cute (but fobby) girl that's new at our office. any ideas on how to initiate conversation? (she's not in my department.) and coincidentally, tomorrow we're having a sexual harassment lecture, so i better be careful about what i say in case i do ever talk to her. i don't want to get fired and sued, you know?
i talked to I, the new guy here. he was in the cal marching band. he was actually in the performance where the band did all those video games! awesome. he said that they use a computer program to simulate all the performers to see if they'll run into each other and stuff. awesome. they practice every day for two hours. crazy dedication and commitment, man. i am impressed.
ok. past 6pm. i want to smoke and get out of here. i'm almost done verifying the reverse scan thing i implemented. i've done some good work these past few days at the office. *huzzah*
it's been a busy day at the office. i've got more on my plate than i can chew, so much so that i've actually postponed some issues until *next* week. ugh. i've got this new urgent feature that i need to work out; for some insane reason, we need to scan a tv backwards, from bottom up. who the hell decided to build their television that way? sheesh. the proposed code fix was easy enough (only 3 lines of code), but so far, i'm having a tough time getting it to work.
i am exhausted, too. i played basketball for the first time in two weeks, since city beach was closed last week and the thursday before that. we played three games to 11, and the last one was closely contested (we lost, 10-11). it felt good to get some exercise finally, but man, i am beat today. i have a slight headache, too, no doubt due to dehydration or something. i took two tylenol, but it's not working. ugh. i have diana's birthday dinner tonight, so hopefully i can feel better by then.
somebody opened a can of dr pepper, drank half of it, and put it back in the company fridge. that shit pisses me off. wtf? i took the can, poured out the remaining liquid, and threw it in the recycling bin. rude people who do shit like that should be shot. *grumble*
so sunday night, i chose to watch _hellboy_ (the first one) instead of the miss universe pageant. paul told me about it, and i decided to check out some pictures of some of the contestants. i didn't think the winner (miss venezuela) was that hot. i looked at some of the asian girls (korea, china, japan), and i didn't think any of them were that pretty, either. i saw one good picture of miss australia. anyways, i told paul to save his recording of the show, and maybe i'll check it out when i visit his place next.
last night, paul, nelson and i went to thai basil for dinner in downtown sunnyvale. i really like their pad see ew (they spell it "hew"). their sauce is tasty, and i like the fact that they put in a lot of garlic in it. i LOVE garlic. the dish is a tad small for $8.95, but the taste makes up for it. i think i'll go there more often for lunch, when it's hopefully cheaper.
to my commenter: a smog place is simply a place where you take your car to get a smog check. in california, car are required every two years to get one. they check for things like particulates and hydrocarbons and stuff like that, to make sure your car's not overpolluting the air. like i said, a lot of these places are shady, and it's easy to get overcharged. man, i really got fucked last time, when i paid $75.
i finally found someone to see _hellboy 2_ with! my good man edric is interested in going, and maybe we'll try to see it friday night. i get to ogle selma blair, in her short hair and blue pyrokinesis and everything. yay! hopefully everyone else will be cramming the theaters to see _the dark knight_, leaving the the theater empty for us two.
i get really nervous (and intrigued) when somebody searches for my first and last name and finds this blog. i check all of my referral logs, and i can see what search phrase each person uses. so when somebody searches for my full name, i figure that they must know me or something. what if it's a coworker? what if it's my boss? what if it's a hot girl? if you found this blog, and you're a friend, let me know and say hi! *waves*
so the facebook friend who deactivated her account signed back on again. she said facebook was kind of "scary." (for example, my brother closed down his account a few months ago.) i don't understand why it would be so. i think fb (and other social networking sites) are awesome. they let you keep in touch with long lost friends, and they are a great place to keep track of people that you would otherwise lose contact with. just today, an old childhood friend found me, and that was very cool. hooray for fb!
i've often wondered if women minded hoisting up their legs in the air during sex. i mean, does it get tiring? do their abs/thighs get sore? i find it incredibly sexy when i see their legs gloriously splayed open like that (instead of the usual spread open with their knees up and feet on the bed), but i do worry that they get tired. and not all women are that flexible, either. (once, i had a girl exclaim that she needed to stretch for romping with me.) but i do appreciate the lengths that women will go to to please their partners.
so diana's birthday dinner is at a cajun restaurant in santana row. i hope it's good. i'm looking forward to some jambalaya and gumbo. will they have fried okra? or is that more soul food-ish? anyways, i need some whiskey, too; it's been a long day at the office. and no, i have never had crawfish, and i don't care to try it; those things kind of creep me out. i need to leave soon to get money, and i think i'll wear a club monaco shirt to the event.
amyM leaves for hong kong tomorrow. *sniff* i'm going to miss talking to her semi-regularly. she has skype, but with the time difference and her being back in school, i doubt i'll hear from her much. maybe i'll visit her when she's on break, but we'll see about that. i'd definitely love to visit china. i hope when she comes back, we won't be distant; i've had friends who've gone to school and return, and we don't talk anymore. :(
ok. i gotta go. need to take care of some stuff, and then it's off to dinner. jen (the organizer) has already warned us that we can't be late, and with santana row parking, you just never know.
so here's a little ditty that i saved for the start of today's entry. sunday morning, my morning dump was very miniscule. that didn't make much of an impression on me, but it had major consequences later on. after having brunch with alan and ting at stacks in redwood city (which is not close to my home), i had a smoke right afterwards after i got into my car. that set off a dump in my bowels, and i must reiterate, i was *not* close to home. so i drove well over 10 miles on the highway with massive pressure and pain on my sphincter. i mean, it was BAD. i squirmed the whole time, i tried focusing on the music in my car, and i had to exert every force in my kegel muscles to not lay a turd right there in my automobile. there was a time when i almost gave up and was going to shit in my pants and just resign myself to cleaning my clothes (and my car) afterwards.
by the time i got home, i was spent, and didn't even take off my shoes as i rushed to the bathroom, and the instant my butt hit the toilet seat, my ass EXPLODED into this massive diarrhea release. it was probably the most satisfying and cathartic shit i have ever taken. i have had orgasmic pisses before, but never before have i ever had an orgasmic dump like this one. i groaned a sigh like no other after it came out, and it was so good and relaxing that afterwards, i had a post-shit cigarette. yes, it was just like sex.
on tv last night, i saw that arby's was having a 2-beef 'n cheddars-for-$4, so i knew what i was having for lunch today. and after those two sandwiches (and over 2,000mg of sodium), i had yogurtland. it wasn't actually that much food, but afterwards, i felt so stuffed that i puked in the bushes outside my office. twice. man. i haven't puked in a long long time. it felt good, though. for some reason, what came out was arby's and not the yogurt or mochi. how did the order of food intake reverse itself? *ponder*
there's a sort of cute girl who's new at work. she works in the finance or marketing department. she has cool glasses, and that's why she's cute; if she took the specs off, i don't know if she'd be good looking anymore. i walked by her cube twice today, but her computer orientation is such that she faces away from the cubicle entrance. rats. however, the second time i walked by, she was on the phone, and she had a fobby voice. rats.
i had a dream saturday night that i joined a startup, and it was bought for $20 billion. we were in the midst of celebrating when i woke up. i was so happy that i was going to get up and blog about it. oh, if it were only true. one of my startups actually REJECTED a $5 billion buyout offer. how stupid was that? idiot owners.
i've noticed that in the morning, my saliva is very viscous. when i spit, it doesn't detach and fly out; instead, it sticks to my lips, and it drips from my mouth. i spit a lot when i smoke (i think it's a habit i got from A back when we used to smoke out), so i've noticed this weird morning thing. maybe it's because my mouth is dry? *shrug*
there's a game show that's made just for me. it's called _hurl_. basically, people are forced to eat a lot, and then they get put in physical situations (like being strapped to a spinning wheel) that make them throw up. and the last one to puke wins $1,000. i mean, it sounds fun, but after a while, i bet it'll become boring. i bet if i went on that show, i'd be first to lose, with my penchant for yacking and stuff.
so i got matched with this eharmony girl. she looks ok, but what intrigues me is that she's 5'7". that's a good height. (of course, it'd be even better if she were 5'10".) tall(er) girls are hard to find, so i'm going to talk to her and see how she is. we'll see how it goes.
i finally got 200 friends on facebook! well, i actually had 201, but one friend disappeared. i found out who she was; she deleted her profile for some reason, and i e-mailed her just a few minutes ago to ask why she did that. lucky #200 was a high school friend of mine, angela. i found out that some of my high school friends are going to kevin's wedding in october. i'm really excited to see some of them again because i haven't seen them in like 16 years!
google phrase of the day: "should i find it weird that my boyfriend gets a boner when we hug"
ha! sounds like a physically sensitive guy. i wonder how long he lasts in bed. and how old he is. when i was like 14, i would bust a chub when i slow danced with girls in chinese summer camp. i mean, our bodies weren't even touching and stuff! and that was a good thing, otherwise the girl would be like, "wtf?" and run away, screaming. the next year, though, i think i was "healed." i remember when jessica and i slow danced, we were be practically hugging the entire time, and no boners for me. *phew* maybe it was all the wanking i got under my belt by then.
over the weekend, i watched a bit of USA women's softball team. jennie finch was pitching. you know, i don't usually like blondes and all, but there was something a bit hot about jennie finch. i found some swimsuit pictures of her, and those aren't really sexy or anything. but put her in a softball uniform, her hair in a ponytail, and have her firing a 60mph softball, striking out a batter, and that's pretty damn hot. i don't know why. maybe it's the fact that she's so dominating. does that say something about me? :)
i also watched VH1's "top teen stars" countdown. #3 to #1 were britney spears, rob lowe, and molly ringwald. ah, molly ringwald. i loved all three of her movies (were they all by john hughes?). i don't like molly personally, but those films were all great. and throw in _st. elmo's fire_ as well, although that one was at 20-something movie.
and to round out the tv trilogy, i really liked selma blair in the first _hellboy_. i like selma blair overall, but that pyrokinesis thing (especially a *blue* flame) is a turnon. and in the second installment of the series, i like her short hair. but her best hair was when she was a guest star on _friends_, when chandler was in tulsa, and she tried to seduce him. even shorter hair. god, i love short hair on girls. and of course, who doesn't love a hot girl coming on to you? hot damn!
ok. almost time for that 6pm smoke. hooray! almost done with monday work!
for the most part, i had a rather low-key weekend. for most of my meals, though, i did travel far and wide for my food.
friday night, leeya was craving taiwanese food, for she, paul, mikeC and i went to southland. mike and i weren't very hungry, though, so we split a combination fried rice (no pork liver). mike ordered the salt and pepper prawns, but i did not partake. the guys ate the prawns (with shell and head) whole, and i just don't get how you can digest the stuff. it's tough stuff! afterwards, we had yogurtland. the line wasn't too bad, but after we got our yogurt, a ton of people came.
then, we went back to paul's place and watched his satellite tv. we caught the last 45 minutes or so of the new _rambo_. the ending was so gorgeously violent that i wanted to laugh. i mean, you had people with their heads exploding, bodies cut to pieces by bullets; it was just comically ridiculous. it put already violent movies like _starship troopers_ to shame. then, we watched _eddie murphy raw_, which reminded us how comically brilliant he used to be. nowadays, he does stupid films like _norbit_ and the upcoming _meet dave_ (i'm already assuming it's stupid). well, at least he was good as donkey in the _shrek_ series.
saturday, i met up with D at pho kim long at noon. good thing i got there first, because right after i got seated, 15 or so people arrived, and the line stretched out to the sidewalk. we both for the glorious #27 dish. ah, wonderful, wonderful food. after i got home, i watched some _scrubs_ episodes, and then it was time to go to the obon.
so i parked like a quarter of a mile away from the buddhist temple, and as i walked to the site, i was like, "hm, why aren't there any cars here?" my heart sank as i realized that the temple was empty. i got the wrong date! so i called up barden, and yup, the obon was indeed next week. stupid me. so i got my car smogged instead. i had a $20 off coupon, but for some insane reason, they said that it wasn't valid. so i got charged $45. (two years ago, i paid $75). either way, these guys are shady, and they fuck you.
for dinner, i met up with jay and margaret at downtown san jose at gombei. i totally forgot that *they* were having their obon, so i wound up parking a mile away. and when we got there, gombei was closed. ARGH. obons really fucked me over on saturday. so we ate at tsugaru instead, and it was decent, i guess. nothing really special about the food, except that they gave me a generous portion of tempura sauce, which i liked. afterwards, jay and margaret gave me a ride to my car.
after dinner, i joined paul and leeya at fu lam mum, where they were eating. i didn't eat or anything, but we discussed our possible vacation. they were thinking london/scotland/ireland. i threw out greece, so after they ate and we went to tap ex, leeya and i looked at tour trips to the greek islands. man, it ain't cheap. to be honest, i'd rather to to the UK because i'm a city guy. i know greece is beautiful, but island hopping isn't really my thing.
sunday morning, i got up at 9:30. jay and margaret couldn't join us for brunch, so i just drove up to redwood city and met up with alan and ting at stacks. ah, stacks. i got the chorizo omelette, which was very tasty. after i got home around noon, that was it as far as human contact went for the rest of the day. i took a nap, watched tv, and smoked. sigh.
i called up paul for dinner later on, but he wasn't hungry, and by the time 8:30 hit, he still wasn't hungry, so i just went out and got some jack in the box and watched the first _hellboy_ at 9pm on FX. i actually enjoyed it. i thought selma blair was cool, with her pyrokinesis and all. i would actually go and watch the _hellboy 2_ if i could find somebody to go with me. (D refuses to go.)
and that was it for my weekend. btw, that 1920x1200 panel thing i was debugging all day friday just worked at the office. I AM THE FUCKING MAN! :)
man, i have done some good work today, if i do say so myself. i can't tell if my findings will result in the chip working (the 1920x1200 panel fix), but i have at least found out the reason for my simulation hanging. i have been working off of a 2.5GB waveform dump, and it has been some fucking crazy shit, i tell you. it's been quite an adventure debugging something i know little about, digging into someone else's foreign code. but in the end, i figured out why my sim fails, and i am very proud of myself. *flex*
so for lunch, i ate very little carbs. and what do you know, i didn't get food coma today, for the first time in six lunches. william, oh, viet and i met up at sunny v cafe (it's a japanese restaurant, even though it doesn't sound like one), and i got the daily special: unagi don, tonkatsu, gyoza, salad, and miso soup. pretty tasty, for $9.95. i ate just a bit of rice, and most of the rest was protein. so when i got back, i didn't crash or anything, and i spent the next 3-4 hours straight debugging, taking little smoke breaks every hour or so. it was good that i went out for lunch, because i heard that the free lunch my company provided was crap, even though they had a taco bar and prime rib, among other things.
so i don't know if it's the reduction in meds or what, but i haven't been sleeping very well these past two days. i've cut my haldol and benztropine in half, and so far, my tics haven't increased noticeably. so i hope to continue this path, and i'm sure my mom (who is the one who urged me to do this) will be happy. if this goes well, then the next step will be to decrease my topamax. i wonder if this will bring back solid dumps. and i'm a little afraid of having solid poo again, because my sphincter has probably atrophied after well over a year of having diarrhea. passing that first log will probably tear my asshole apart. yikes!
so i am very pleased with the top 10 of _sytycd_. except for jessica, who i have no feelings for, and will, who i think is a brilliant technician with no personality, i like all of the 8 remaining dancers. they're all very cool people and wonderful dancers. but my reservation is that so far, there haven't been that many memorable routines. i am debating whether or not i will get tickets to the tour. yes, i know the show is only half over, so i am hoping that there will be some good numbers in the future. i think that one of the problems is that there have been no wade robson or shane sparks numbers; the show really misses their choreography.
so my chinese cubicle neighbor stopped by this morning and asked me to translate this phrase he had written down: "that guy needs some asbestos underwear big time." ha! i mean, i told him what it means, but i didn't quite understand the *context* of this phrase. can someone tell me in what situation you would say this? i did a google search of "asbestos underwear," and it seems like an old term. hm.
do you guys have problems peeing straight? today, at sunny v cafe, i had to go to the bathroom, and when my stream was strong, it went straight forward. but as it weakened, it started trailing off to the right, and it went so far right that it completely missed the toilet and went onto my shoe. damn. i was so upset with my schlong. as it started drifting, i even turned my body left, but even that wasn't enough. ugh. this is really frustrating. girls, be glad that you have to sit down to take a piss and not have to deal with this shit. if all toilets were clean, then i'd sit down all the time to avoid these situations.
the other day, i couldn't stop staring at this girl's chest. she was a skinny girl, and i guess you could say that her boobs were slightly large for her frame. she was wearing a baby-t, and it was kind of tight, so her chest was very prominent. it was very nice. i absolutely love that ripple in the t-shirt between the two mounds. ah, so sexy. motorboat!
hm. lots of people are leaving early today. two of my cubiclemates have gone home already. it's only 5:30! i'm still waiting for the apps guy to get out of his meeting so i can test out that fix i've been working on this afternoon.
i am so jealous of the current stanford taiko group. they just got back from touring china. i saw a few pictures of them playing on the great wall. fuck. we never got to go anywhere like that when i was playing with the group. but of course, their repertoire is way better than what we used to play, and their level of artistry is at a much higher standard. yes, i should be proud of laying the groundwork and foundation for where the group is today, but still, man, i would have loved to go where they have travelled (places like china and thailand and hawaii) these past few years.
i noticed that one person on facebook de-friended me. hm. one person out of 198. i doubt i'll ever figure out who he or she is. whoever you are, i'm sorry if i did anything wrong to you. :(
so far, i don't have many plans for this weekend. leeya just called a few minutes ago and wants to go to southland. i figure it'll be a low-key cheap belated birthday dinner for her. and i want to stop by the mountain view obon (it's like a japanese summer festival) this weekend to see my friends play taiko. that's about it.
i heard _hellboy 2_ is good. it looks beautiful (in a grotesque way) in its previews. and i do like selma blair. but i haven't seen the first one.
so what percentage (do you think) of women who buy the g-spot vibrator are actually able to find their g-spots?
back in college, i was interested in buying one of those fake vaginas. i was curious how they would feel. i mean, how close would a simulated vadge (i assume you have to apply lube to it) feel to a real love canal? that was my main question. but in the end, i never got one because i doubted it would feel any good. they have ones that are exact replicas of (i guess molded from) real porn stars. that's cool, i guess. i've seen on HBO how they do it, like they slap this molding material on the person's crotch and stuff. they do the same for guys, too, like they get the guy to pop a boner, and then they make a reverse mold of his schlong and all that. my question is how they keep him stiff while the material sets; i can't imagine that situation to be all that titillating.
ok, off to find that apps guy. i want to see if my fix works! have a STUPENDOUS weekend folks!
so last night, i tried not taking seroquel, which i use as a sleep aid medicine. when i take it, i fall asleep within like 15 minutes of hitting the sack. however, last night, i was wide awake through a full hour of _sportscenter_, and half an hour of the subsequent _final score_ on csn. it was ridiculous. so finally, at 12:30am, i got up and took my usual 100mg of seroquel, and within 20 minutes, i conked out. shit. am i really dependent on this drug? i'm going to continue taking it until the weather gets cooler, and then i'm going to see if i can fall asleep without this drug. ugh. i hate the idea that i'm dependent on a med. or maybe i do have chronic insomnia.
i talked to my mom last night for 20 minutes. there were times i had to tune her out; the worst was when she told me that she had been praying for me to find a nice church girl to get married to. she said that no two people were perfectly compatible, but if they were in a relationship in the eyes of god, then they could pray together and be more "harmonious." ugh. a religious girl is specifically somebody that i *don't* want to be with, so this is all very frustrating and uncomfortable for me to hear from my mom.
did anybody watch the katee and joshua's bollywood dance from _sytycd_ last night? i thought it was pretty rad. my college friend kate's mom was actually katee's teacher in junior high or high school (katee grew up in san jose), so that's sort of neat. anyways, i'm hoping comfort goes tonight; her time is up on this show, and i wouldn't care to see her on the tour. as for the guys, i don't really like smiley thayne.
so i tried wiping backwards again today. and once again, my hand froze initially, but this time, i lightened up my grip and was able to move my hand back very lightly. hm. i'm not sure how successful this change is going to be. i should just be glad that i'm not a girl and wipe forwards and not worry about getting a severe vaginal infection. i mean, i've gotten blowjobs before and never had the girl complain about smelling anything funky near my chode. (but then again, i've never gotten deep-throated, so the girl's mouth never got near that area.)
work is getting a little crazy. there's all these issues and customer demands popping up that we don't support, and i'm getting a frazzled. i'm basically the only one supporting our old designs, and i know my boss is counting on me to do a lot of the code changes. ugh. i don't like the position i'm in. i mean, i know i'm important, but it's a lot of pressure. like today, during our weekly meeting, my boss said, "thank goodness we have dardy." hm. if i were evil, i'd threaten to leave and demand a huge salary increase to stay. but of course, i don't have the balls to do that.
one of my cubicle neighbors makes smoothies for breakfast. however, these aren't the regular tasty fruity smoothies; i asked him today what his ingredients were, and he said: tomatoes, cucumbers, and beets. !! that sounds disgusting. he said it wasn't that bad, but i can't imagine it tasting any good. especially the beets part. i've only had beets once, and i didn't like them. i heard that they give you pink urine.
at work, i'm on the third floor. sometimes, i can feel the ground shake for like 1-2 seconds. are these mini-earthquakes? i can't imagine what else would cause the entire floor to bounce around like that. it's sort of freaky. i can feel them especially when i take my post-lunch food coma naps. speaking of those, i had a pad kee mao at dusita today (which i was disappointed with), and all those noodles made me very sleepy yet again. so of course, i came back to the office all drowsy and stuff. yes, like i said, one of these days, i'm going to have a steak and nothing else and see if a protein-only lunch will keep me from getting food coma.
so i am wondering, backstage during events that require a lot of quick costume changes (like _sytycd_, or victoria's secret fashion shows), do the dancers and models get to see each other naked? i wouldn't be surprised about the lingerie shows, but for something like _sytycd_, some of the girls' outfits are pretty risque. and on elimination nights, they are in costume during the opening number, and then, after only a few minutes, the first few couples come out in completely different outfits. i would be surprised if each dancer had his or her own private dressing room.
with the rising price of gas, more and more of my coworkers are riding bicycles and motorcycles to work. today, the verification manager came into my cube to ask me some questions, and i noticed that his laptop had a browser window opened to a picture of a cool-looking chopper bike. it's like $25,000, which defeats the purpose of saving money on gas, but still, it looks cool. i told him that in order to look right while riding it, he needs to grow a moustache. :)
my skin scars easily. i hate it. like those two cuts that i got from basketball the other week have left semi-permanent marks on my arm and hand. i have to be very careful not to get injured. and i've been dealing with this really hard lump/zit on my forehead for the past two weeks, and now, it's finally shrinking (believe me, i tried to pop it, but it just wouldn't give). but it's become this dark blog on my forehead, and it's just so damn ugly. i bet it will stay there for at least a year. shit. (k1 thought it was poetic and symbolic that my physical scars took a long time to heal and disappear. ah, those were the days, when things had more meaning back then.)
ok. i'm itching for a smoke now. my boss just came by to bum a cigarette off of me. a lot of people at work do that; what am i, the supplier of the nicotine fix?
oh, by the way, one more thing. i took a leak yesterday at work when i had a half-boner (i have no idea why i was semi-aroused at the office), and my pee streak split in two; one part, the smaller stream, went vertically down, and the rest of it went straight. very odd. i don't usually take a leak when i've got a stiffy, so i was very intrigued. just thought i'd share that with y'all.
so during my morning dump today, i tried wiping backwards. i couldn't do it; my hand froze, unable to move, sort of like when i tried to use chopsticks with my right (non-dominant) hand. i was paralyzed! so i ended up forcefully blotting my sphincter with that piece of toilet paper, and then trying to wipe forwards, but i had jammed the tp so hard up my ass that i tore it. and with the second piece, i wiped extra hard, forwards. maybe tomorrow i'll try wiping backwards again, but before i take the shit, i'll practice the motion a few times. and don't worry, i won't be teabagging anyone anytime soon.
so _hell's kitchen_ ended last night. i think gordon ramsey chose a worthy winner, although i was rooting for the other person. i was impressed at how both of them grew through the course of the show, especially with petrozza making that pumpkin horror as his signature dish in the very first episode. all in all, i enjoyed this season a lot, and i'll be watching if/when next season starts. if i'm ever down in LA, maybe i'll try to make reservations for the london restaurant and see if i can catch a glimpse of the winner in the kitchen.
dude, it almost went down again today. my new coworker I wanted to go to in 'n out, so we hopped in his car and went. on that road that leads to AMC mercado, we were in the left lane, and we tried to shift into the right one, but this asian dude in a business suit in the right lane rushed up from behind and cut us off. then, he gave us the finger! it was totally uncalled for! and after that, we both parked in the in 'n out parking lot, and he looked at us meanly and said something like "fucking driver." (i can't read lips that well, but i am sure he said "fucking.") and what do you know, he stood right in front of us in line! man, talk about tension. we outnumbered him 3 to 1, so maybe that's the reason why he didn't try to start any business with us. but anyways, he was a total asshole.
speaking of in 'n out, i'm going to boycott that place for a while. i mean, the burgers taste ok, but i never crave it, and after eating it, i feel sick afterwards. ok, maybe i overdid it today by ordering two cheeseburgers (animal style, of course), but yeah, i just don't enjoy my meals there. fortunately, my coworker I loves that place, so i bet he'll be clamoring for it in the near future.
so i saw my psych today. i told him that i wanted to try to cut down on my meds. so starting today, i'm going to try to switch to 2mg of haldol and 2mg of benztropine a day instead of 4mg/4mg. and plus, i'm going to try a few nights of not taking my 100mg of seroquel, which i've been using to help me fall asleep. i really hope i don't get insomnia. i think a large part of the seroquel is psychological, though, so we'll see. i just don't want to be dependent on drugs, and i fear for the long-term effects of being medicated on these powerful pills. the topamax, though, i'm going to hold steady (at 2x100mg per day), so i guess i'm stuck with having diarrhea for now.
so i watched the tila tequila 2 reunion show last night. i was really surprised at how bitter and angry and rude tila was towards kristy. (to sum up, in the end, tila chose kristy, but kristy rejected her because she couldn't commit to tila.) tila started cursing horribly ("you're a lying bitch!" "shut your fucking trash-hole!"), and she stormed off the set. it painted a really unflattering picture of her. oh well, it's too bad. it didn't make me feel sorry for her at all.
how does it feel to get a blowjob from a girl with a pierced tongue stud? i have no experience with that, but it doesn't seem comfortable, because it takes away from the softness and warmth of the tongue, and contact of the schlonghead with a hard metal object would seem distracting. plus, my great fear is that the girl would swirl her tongue in a way that the stud would find its way into the meatus (hole), and that would hurt like a mofo. *shivers* yikes! i already have big fears that one day i'll have to go to a urologist for a checkup, and i'll be forced to get that swab test. ugh. my meatus only goes in one direction! i do NOT understand sounding. (look up "urethral sounding" on wikipedia.) when i saw that viral video that circulated a while back, i was absolutely, utterly, and completely horrified. i swear, the thought of it made my schlong twitch and shrivel in fear.
yesterday marked my 11th anniversary of entering the full-time work force. yup. and 10 days from now, it'll be exactly 4 years since i've worked here at my current company. which means, i'll be fully vested, although my stock options are completely underwater. *RAAR* man, i should have sold as much as i could have when our stock hit 29. (fyi, it's hovering around 10 right now. painful, huh?)
does anyone know why wade robson hasn't done any couples choregraphy on _sytycd_? i know he did one opening group dance on one of the elimination shows, but that's it. it's too bad; i like his stuff. maybe he's busy or something. i think his dances are a bit more accessible than mia michaels' routines.
i've been gaining weight. i think the 4th of july bbq's really did a number on me, although i don't recall overeating or anything. i weighed in at 179.2 (with clothes on) on my psych's scale this morning. ugh. my watch is feeling a bit tight on my right wrist, so maybe it's time for another semi-diet. oh, and my psych has requested that i get some bloodwork done, so i need to schedule that physical.
these past two days, i've stayed at work past 7, so i've had a small dinner downstairs at our company cafeteria. but today, they're serving fried chicken. hm. not sure if i want to eat that. and it's only 6pm. do i want to stay? *wishy-washy*
ok, anyways, it's time to wrap this entry up. later, folks.
for three straight days, i've had ridiculous food coma after lunch. two of those three days have been workdays, so i've come back to the office, and passed out in my cube for at least half an hour. i need to address this issue, because it's hurting my productivity. i've been eating a lot of noodles/pasta, and i think the problem is the carbs. maybe i should try eating a steak and seeing if those carbs are the culprit. hm.
so when you guys wipe your asses, do you wipe forward or backward? i wipe forward, so if i were a girl, i'd probably get some serious infections, as i would be shoveling the shit straight into my vadge. i use the base of my palm as a fulcrum, and i use my fingers to wipe really hard, so hard that sometimes i tear the toilet paper and get shit all over my hands. ha! the next time i take a dump, i'm going to see if i can wipe backwards just for the hell of it. i know that some of my friends wipe backwards, and they give me a look of disbelief when i tell them that i go the other way.
so tonight is the real season finale of _hell's kitchen_. D is coming to watch it with me, but william can't because he's got posh reservations at chez panisse. after this show is over, i'm going to switch over to that japanese game show thing. i've been curious about that show for a while now, and some of my friends have said that it's really funny and entertaining. i remember when i lived in japan, i watched some of their tv, and one of their game shows involved looking at four girls and guessing which one of them was a transsexual. silly stuff like that.
there's no basketball this week. that means the next time i play, i will have had a two-week hiatus. i'll be in really poor shape, i bet. yesterday, D and i went to valley fair mall, and i bought a pair of $100 air jordan's. they've got red markings on them, red for stanford. :) i really wanted adidas shoes, but foot locker didn't carry any, and the few adidas's they had at another store looked kind of shoddy. i got D to buy his first club monaco shirt. now, you should know that he is a thrifty shopper, as he buys polo's from hollister rather than abercrombie and fitch because they're cheaper (kid's clothes, you know?). so club monaco is a big step for him.
the other day, paul was using his GPS as leeya was driving, and there's this tracking function on garmins that tell you your top speed. so i asked him what his was, and he showed me he screen: 142mph. holy shit! i don't think my car can even go that fast, and if it could, i would never dare test that speed, for fear of getting thrown in jail and having my license revoked. i think the fastest i've ever gone is 100mph, on the 101 driving down to san luis obispo to emi's. damn. 142. bra-fucking-vo.
i am itching to go to pho kim long. it's been months since i've had their #27, but man, that place is packed every time we go. we tried to eat there on sunday, but the line was out the door and spilled onto the sidewalk. and being denied there only made me crave it even more. *RAAR* i want my fried noodle and beef dish! (as you can see, i love noodles, especially compared to rice.)
this morning, i got up at 9:30. now, normally, i go into work around 10:30-11am, so for a moment, i didn't quite know what to do. so i went to safeway and bought toilet paper (since my mom used up quite a bit when she stayed with me for a week) and gatorade (80 cents for a big bottle, quite a deal!). i also brought along my haldol medication and asked if they messed up the prescription, since the pills were pink, and for the past few years, they had been orange. the pharmacist told me that they had switched suppliers, so the meds were indeed haldol. *phew*
i was watching E! the other night, and they did a feature on this girl who stars in _gossip girl_. her name is leighton meester, and i think she's rather fetching. she's got this stunning face, imho. it makes me want to watch the show, if it's still on. anyways, she's someone for me to look out for.
i shall eat two kiwi fruits tonight.
my morning song: that miley cyrus song. i know her audience is targetting teeny boppers, but i can't deny that this is one hella catchy tune. however, i draw the line at this song; i tried watching her tv show at mikeC's place a few weeks ago, and after about two minutes, i had to force mike to change the channel. i just couldn't handle it. also, i don't get the controversy over her annie leibovitz picture. it's just her back, right? it's not like she's bearing massive cleavage or a nipple poke through a shirt or anything.
ok. i'm gonna grab dinner at work now. chicken masala!
so today, D, I, and i went to the mongolian bbq place on castro. (yes, i just had mongolian bbq last week.) it used to be colonel lee's, but now it's simply called "new mongolian bbq." it's way cheaper (only $7.99 for lunch, compared for $11.99 at su's), and there are fewer ingredients, but they had chili paste, and that's all i needed. it was decent for what you pay. the bowls are smaller, so this time, i had two of them. i had such horrible food coma afterwards that i almost fell asleep while driving back to the office. but i'd go back there again.
so i think i found out why my feet hurt after i play basketball. D was sitting in my backseat on the drive to lunch, and he saw that the air pockets in the heels of my basketball shoes were all punctured and cracked, so i'm not getting any cushioning when i wear them. a-ha! so tonight, i'm probably going to head to valley fair to buy some new shoes. it's an un-sexy purchase (more of a utilitarian one), and an expensive one, but basketball shoes are important. i'm going to see if they have kevin garnett's adidas shoes; before my current pair, i had a pair of garnett's, and they were really good. plus, i like garnett a lot, and i don't mind succumbing to his marketing.
i've been really lazy and neglectful in my fruit eating. one of the peaches i bought rotted, and i brought the last pear with me to work, but i haven't eaten it yet. and after that, i have six organic kiwi fruits left. and then, it's time to buy more fruit. i gotta remember to eat my peaches and bananas first because they spoil the quickest. maybe i'll get some apples next time, but i really don't like apples because they have thick, unappetizing skin. hey, at least i'm trying, ok?
so i'm really close to 200 friends on facebook now. i found another friend, ted, from my high school class. he said that i look exactly the same, and i was like, "are you kidding?" i have different hair, different glasses, and most importantly, i've gained a lot of weight since 1992. i showed him a picture during my 190-200 pound days, and i think he's going to flip out when he sees it. man, i was so nasty and fat back then. anyways, i wonder if my high school best friend kevin invited ted (and other high school friends) to his upcoming wedding; it would be nice to see them and catch up.
i need to take some of my medication to the safeway pharmacy and see if they fucked up my order. the 2mg of haloperidol that i take twice a day used to be orange pills, and now they're pink pills. i'm hoping they didn't give me the wrong meds, and i'll go crazy or something. brain medications are powerful things, and you don't want to mess around with them. i remember once i got off haldol, and i started feeling these lightning flashes that went through my body every one or two minutes. and i think they also helped trigger my panic attacks and suicidal phase. *shivers*
my friend A forwarded me pics from an FHM magazine photo shoot of ana ivanovic in makeup and doing some "sexy" poses. i dunno. both J and i, fans of ana, weren't so enthused. i think ivanovic looks good when she isn't decked out and made up. she looks good in a natural light, i.e. on a tennis court, with no makeup and with her hair in a ponytail. like J says, "like the girl next door." i agree. too bad she got beaten at wimbledon so early, though.
i puked in my mouth last night. i was sitting at my computer, and i breathed in really deeply for some reason, and as i exhaled, some food came up along with the air. it was really bizarre, and equally disgusting. i have no idea how it happened, either. (i had ramen for dinner, fyi.) i didn't want to go to the bathroom to spit the puke up, so i just swallowed it back down. eww. it was really bitter, so i'm guessing some bile came up along with the food. double eww.
one of the two elevators at work broke this morning. it had a sign saying it was out of order, but when i went down for my smoke this afternoon, i noticed the sign was gone. so i took it, and i was very paranoid that it would break again. what the hell would i do if it stop working while i was in it? i have claustrophia attacks from time to time, so being trapped in an elevator would probably not be the best thing for me. what if i ran out of air? yikes! i think what i'd do would be lie down and try to go to sleep and pray that i'd either die peacefully from asphyxiation or (hopefully) wake up from a rescue.
so my coworker D came back from his trip home (to LA) with a different car. he gave his civic coupe to his parents and bought a barely-used black BMW 325. the thing is, it's got a manual transmission, and before this past weekend, he didn't know how to drive stick. hm. i think i won't be riding in his car for a while, at least until he gets a few more weeks of experience under his belt. i don't want to risk him stalling on the road and getting rear-ended. i wish him the best! *cheer*
has anyone gone to the brazilian bbq place in palo alto? the one that is where Q used to be? i have been wanting to go to one of those places, and the last time we went to one (BB's in the cabana hotel in palo alto), it was horrible. i have fond memories of going to fogo de chao in dallas; the food was absolutely delicious, and i regret not stuffing myself to the point of nausea because it was so good. and i heard about this new place, and i would definitely be interested to go there if it's worth it.
ok, it's almost 7pm. i hope traffic's ok now, so i can drive to valley fair to get my basketball shoes. ciao!
ah, a long weekend.
thursday night, i called up paul for dinner, but he forgot to call me back. so it was like 9:30 or so when i finally called him up to see what was up, but he had already eaten. so i met up with him and some other people at tap ex, and i ordered a pearl tea and some fried chicken. the lady asked me if i wanted it spicy, and i said yes, so she wrote down a "5" on the bag. when the guys saw that, they were shocked and said i was deep shit. nelson got a bag, too, and he only had a "2." "5" was ridiculously hot. my eyes started tearing up by the time i finished my bag, and the next morning, i had a really spicy, painful dump.
the next morning, after my acid dump (i actually took two in 5 minutes), i had a late lunch with jeffrey and his wife nicki (who i met for the first time) at the small joy luck place in cupertino village. jeffrey is an old church friend from my high school days in dallas. he's out here for a year+ on a fellowship at the stanford sleep medicine clinic, so it'll be good to have him out here for a while.
after that, i drove up to the city for dishi and sharon's bbq. unfortunately, i was the only one of dishi's friends, so i didn't know anybody else, so i just talked to dishi and watched _12 monkeys_ on his tv. i stayed for about two hours, and then i drove all the way down south to mikeT and christi's 4th of july event. i ate a few eggrolls and watched some people play on mike's wii fit. very interesting stuff. christi made some strawberry frozen yogurt, and i hung out until about midnight before i drove back. i logged 120+ miles on my car that day.
the next day, i had brunch with jeremy, kate, and their kid audrey at the mountain view hobee's. i was very good to see them. kate's pregnant, and she's due in one month, so i'm excited for them. i got the chorizo scramble, and it was very tasty. after that, i headed off to safeway and got some ballpark angus franks and buns. the good thing with getting the same brand hot dogs and buns is that they come in the same count: 8 and 8.
then, i headed off to greg's bbq. since i already had lunch, i didn't eat much, only some carne asada and chicken drumsticks. i watched some people play volleyball and mostly just hung out for the afternoon. it was geoff's birthday, so after i went home (around 6), i bought some ice, plastic cups, and a bottle of bushmills.
around 10, we gathered at nelson's house (but not before i stopped at wendy's and grabbed a spicy chicken sandwich) and celebrated geoff's birthday. he seemed really reluctant to drink, though. i actually outdrank him. i had 4-5 shots of whiskey (jameson), and goeff had around two jack and coke's and one jameson. grace got a tasty orange cake, which was a nice dessert. then, we gathered around nelson's fire pit in his backyard and listened to geoff's tales from his college days.
i was majorly dehydrated the next morning, as i didn't think about my alcohol intake. i really wanted pho kim long, so paul, leeya, mikeC and i went there. however, the line was out the door, so we settled on thai town in milpitas square, which was only so-so (it was my first time there). after that, i met up with peter and barbara and introduced them to yogurtland. the line went out the door, and it took about 15 minutes before we got our yogurt. then, i went home and took a 3-hour nap. by the time i got up and smoke a few cigarettes, it was dinnertime again.
i met up with some folks at maruichi for some ramen, and then we grabbed some stuff at tap ex and headed back to paul's place. nelson was in charge of the remote, so he settled on some pay-per-view UFC fights. we watched three fights, and the main attraction was rampage jackson vs. forrest griffin. it was a rather uneventful fight, and rampage lost his championship belt. i was rooting for him, but oh well, he'll live to fight another day.
overall, it was a great weekend. the weather was beautiful, and i got a lot of social activities under my belt. we'll see if i can get into work mode this week.
so last night, a group of us taiko folk went to san jose airport to send off susan and ray on their wedding trip to vegas. unfortunately, their flight got cancelled, so, they were puzzled (at first) as to why joy and hiroshi were continuing to take them to the airport. finally, they figured it out, and at first, they were very cross and grumpy, especially ray. but after we sang them a song (and elise did a special dance), they cheered up a little bit.
afterwards, we all went to dinner in SJ japantown, at this hawaiian restaurant called hukilau. most of us got some alcohol (i got my usual: jameson on the rocks), and we just chilled the night away. i have to say, though, i have never been a fan of hawaiian food. i got the hukilau fried rice, kimchee style, and it was only ok. and today, at the ungodly hour of 5:30am, susan and ray took a flight (stopover in phoenix, ugh) to vegas, and they made it there ok. they get married tomorrow, with a webcast happening and everything, from the top of the stratosphere. if i am available then, i will be watching. congrats! :)
i wanted to share something that my dad wrote me yesterday in an e-mail:
"Mom and your brother (and your uncle in Houston) have their logic thinking tilted to another direction that we can not comprehend. However, we should respect each other's religion preference or involvement, even though there is something idealistic in between that we can never cross."
ah. *sigh* yes, there is a division in our family. i am not a big fan of it, to put it mildly. i wonder how this will all shake out in the end. like, what if my mom is on her deathbed, and her last wish is for me to accept jesus? what the hell am i going to do? ugh. that would be a nightmare situation. my brother once wrote in his blog that he has faith that one day, all four of us will walk into church together. wow. "family salvation" are the words that he used.
so remember that problem at work that i encountered, about our chip not supporting 1920x1200 panels? well, today, one of the software guys came up with a potential workaround. he and i talked about it, and i think his idea just might work. ah, these are the things that make me love being an engineer. i mean, for the most part, i am sick and bored and tired of my job, but these moments, few and far between, are inspiring. engineers solve problems, and when we are granted those rare "eureka!" flashes, it makes me happy. :)
i am probably going to buy some nvidia (NVDA) stock on monday, if it stays down. check out their free fall today. i think this is a prime purchasing time.
so has anyone been ticketed for not using a hands-free cell phone device? i've heard conflicting reports on how much the ticket is. the newspaper said it was around $100, but today, my coworker told me it's only $20. so which is it?
i got a sense of finiteness at my company today. we had a meeting, and my boss told us that our development cycles at our chips have a certain lifetime. meaning: in like 4-5 years, there probably won't be any work left to do. ugh. i don't want to accept that, like the idea that i might have to look for work at another company if it decides to lay us all off. hopefully, i can trust that the upper management can foresee this, and they can branch out into other emerging markets and transfer us into those areas after our work in our existing segment is done.
do girls like being spanked while they're having sex? or is spanking more of a guy thing, like they like the idea of dishing out some pain and seeing their handprint on a girl's ass while they're pounding from behind? i've seen this in a number of videos, and i never quite got the point of it.
i really enjoyed courtney galiano and gev's hip hop number last night on _sytycd_. it was very smooth and cool. and even though hip hop is right up gev's alley, i actually thought courtney out-danced gev. i watched it three times last night, and my eyes just gravitated towards her. well, part of it is because i think she's very attractive, and it's also because her movements just seemed more eye-catching. man, i'd totally do her.
i think D and i might have a new lunch buddy here at work. there's a new college grad, I, that joined the company two weeks ago. he's from cal, (and so is D), so i'm outnumbered. we took him out to choi's today for lunch, and the cool thing is that he even likes spicy food (he's white, btw). it's funny, though; even though i'm over 10 years older than these two lads, i relate more to them than other coworkers my age. i guess i'm young at heart, or maybe i just refuse to grow up.
i wonder how it feels to have sex with a realdoll. (you know, one of those really expensive lifelike $2000+ dolls.) i mean, when a guy's doing it, does it ever cross his mind, "hey, this is really sad. i'm having sex with an inanimate object." or is he so twisted in the first place that he bought it that he thinks, "ah, you [the doll] are my girlfriend, i love you, hot mama!" and damn, it must be a pain in the ass that every time you fuck it, you have to clean it out, or else it gets all crusty and shit inside. and all of this just reminds me that i need to watch _lars and the real girl_ some time when i have the chance; leeya burned me a copy of the DVD a few weeks ago, and it's sitting on my coffee table.
ok, 6pm. must smoke now. to all you out in the US out there, have STUPENDOUS 4th of july weekend, and i'll see you on monday!
drat. so i was working with jeremy (and kate) on planning this whole stanford gang reunion this weekend, and the two of us finally settled on a date this long weekend that worked, but it turns out that none of the other people can make it. and after this weekend, jeremy and kate's schedule is packed to the gills, so it seems it's never going to happen. *sigh* it seems like everyone (else) is so busy these days, with their wives and kids and lives and what not. at least there's jay and margaret's baby shower to look forward to; that'll be the one time this month that we'll get to see each other.
i got up at 9:10 today. i had a meeting at 10am, and usually, what happens is that i arrive at work at 9:59 or so, but today, i just couldn't sleep anymore. i mean, it was actually *uncomfortable* to lie in bed. !! i mean, wtf? when does that ever happen? i am a guy who LOVES to sleep! summer is doing strange things to me, that's for sure.
i brought a pear into the office today. i haven't eaten it yet, but i hope that i get off my ass and don't procrastinate eating that piece of fruit. so far, i am behind on my fruit eating, but luckily, the only thing that is going to spoil quickly is the one banana that i have left, and i hope to eat it tonight while watching _sytycd_.
i had mongolian bbq today. and since i got up early, i was starving by the time noon hit, so the meal was extra-fulfilling. but man, $15 for mongolian bbq (after tax and tip) means that i can't go there as often as i would like. the guy behind me caught me sniffing my uncooked noodles after i put them into my bowl. he was like, "huh?" and he asked what i was doing. i told him that the noodles have a wonderful aroma, so he took a whiff of his bowl of noodles, too. and he agreed with me. :)
one of my favorite pairs of boxers has three tears in it. they're my golf boxers; they're green, and they have prints of golf clubs all over. i wear them when i play golf (which i haven't done in many years) for good luck. unfortunately, they haven't brought me any luck, because i suck horribly at golf, haha. i guess i'll have to retire these boxers soon; i have three new pairs of banana republic boxers that i need to bust out. one of them features blue penguins on a red background. cute, huh?
last night, D, william and i grabbed ramen at maruichi and then headed over to my place to watch the season finale of _hell's kitchen_. the problem was, it wasn't really the season finale. it featured the showdown between the final two contestants, but it was only part one of a two episodes, and second of which will air next week. we didn't know that. ARGH. all this buildup for nothing. i have a feeling that jen, the bitch that she is, will screw over whoever picks her. she's got such a horrible attitude, i hate her. *RAAR*
my jawbone bluetooth headset is really complicated. there are so many functions! i guess when you only have two buttons that have to handle so much functionality, it has to get complex. the instruction manual folds out like an accordion. ugh. anyways, i test it out; i had D call me, and i went upstairs, and it sounded ok. of course, there isn't any noise in my place, so i couldn't tell if the "military-grade" "noise assassin" audio processing was any good. the earbud doesn't fit my ear that snugly, and when i tic, the headset flies off my head. :(
today's telepathic-testing evil thought of the day: "for such a skinny girl, you have a big ass." ha! no, honestly, though, i think it was just her loose jeans which made the girl's ass look bigger than it really was. and once again, i didn't get a response. are there any true telepaths out there? if there are, then one of these days, i'm gonna get my ass kicked.
tonight, a bunch of us taiko folk are going to send off susan and ray at the airport. they're flying out to vegas to get married, and we're heading them off at the pass at the check-in counter. i hope they get a good surprise. there is talk of someone getting susan a veil and ray a bowtie. there is also talk of party poppers, but 1) it could get messy, and 2) i'm not sure if explosives, however mild, are a good idea at an airport.
so i found a limitation in my block today. it supports 1920x1080p panels, but not 1920x1200p panels. shit. this means i have to fix it in our next chip. who the fuck decided that we would have to support this odd size? *RAAR* but it was a total coincidence that i found out the problem. i was thinking about it, and i just whimsically decided to multiply 1920 by 1200 and convert it into hexadecimal, and i noticed that it required 22 bits to represent. (my code uses only 21 bits to count the total number of pixels, and that's why it fails.) drat.
ok. i had better go. i need to pick up my drugs at safeway, and then it's off to the airport for the surprise send-off.
man, it was an early start today. my alarm went off at 7:30am, and i drove to this place called "custom alignment" to get my tires done. it took 2 full hours, so here's what i did: i walked to mcdonald's to get breakfast, then i went to krispy kreme and ate one hot-off-the-press glazed donut, then i bought a bottle of water there, then i went to petsmart to watch some dogs play and guinea pigs and hamsters run around as well as buy alan and ting's dog a gift, then i went to starbucks and drank a scalding hot hazelnut latte. pretty eventful two hours, i think. after i picked up my car, i went to best buy and bought a $129 jawbone (not jabra) bluetooth headset, as today the california hands-free cell phone law takes effect. this thing is advertised to have "military-grade technology," so it had better be good for such an expensive price tag.
man, my car's tires rock. my car is quiet now, and it floats like it's a boat. i love it. i'm really glad i took the extra effort to change my order (twice) to get these bridge potenza pole position's. and they were actually $25 (each) cheaper than the other crappy tires that i chose. yay!
no, i have never been in a fight before. the thought of it scares me to death. i mean, what if i get horribly disfigured or permanently injured? how does a fight end? when one person gets knocked unconscious? is there a point where you can say, "i give up, you win?" ugh. i mean, are there rules to a fistfight? what if a guy busts out his keys? these are things that i hopefully will never find out firsthand.
zz, i did not mean to put down nelson's recommendation. he definitely has decent taste in food, although he curiously dislikes japanese food. however, i stand by my declaration that the restaurant's jun pad poo was really bad. i am a jun pad poo connoisseur, and what siam taste made was definitely not good.
i've noticed that the difference between waking up rested or groggy can be the difference of a few minutes. like today, i woke up at 7:07 on my own, and i felt great. however, i fell back asleep, and when my alarm clock went off at 7:30, i was in the middle of a dream, and i felt really shitty. i've heard that it depends if you get interrupted in a REM state or not. so the lesson here is that i should just get up when i'm in a good state and not try to milk my sleeping time, huh? especially when it's just a matter of a few more minutes of sleep.
so for the second straight outing, someone drew blood from me during basketball. when i got back, i noticed this red mark on my left thumb, and i thought i had a bloody nose or something. however, when i tried wiping it off, it started stinging really badly. damn. basketball is brutal. btw, i played awfully today. i made just one shot, and i had numerous airballs. ugh. at least i sweated a lot, so i got a good workout.
i am fairly positive that one of my friends doesn't know what the word "muff" means. she said on an evite that she's bringing "muff and butt" (her dogs muffin and buttercup) to a picnic, and i remarked that it sounds like a porn video name. so she said i was gross and changed it to "muff and butter." hehe. yeah, so i will have to sit her down and explain the word "muff" to her. i would love to see the expression on her face when she finally realizes what it means.
two of my friends are getting married in vegas on july 4th. it's a small (like parents only or something like that) ceremony, with a formal reception to follow later on in the month. anyways, the cool thing is that they're webcasting the vegas ceremony live. if i'm around that night, i'm going to watch. i wonder if they'll have enough bandwidth if a lot of people tune in. did something like this happen with some victoria's secret fashion show webcast?
i just scraped out an ingrown nipple hair. i hate it when i get these. they feel all prickly and uncomfortable, and i have to scratch the hell of them with my fingernails (or tweezers) to get the hair to pop out. usually this results in my nipples getting rubbed raw, and sometimes it bleeds, too. does anybody else get these? what do you do with your nipple hair?
i am slowly inching to 200 friends on facebook. i had no idea i would get this far. i mean, i don't really hang out with that many people on a day-to-day basis, and i certainly didn't think i knew i had this many acquaintances. i think if i ever hit 200, that'll be about it. i am amazed that some people have like 400 to over 1,000 friends. how do you keep track of that many faces and names? it astounds me. but my question is: of all these people, how many of them would you invite to your wedding? i venture to say that the number is only a small fraction.
my big problem with getting early is that i smoke more if i do it. like today, before noon, i had already smoked 6 cigarettes. granted, a big reason why the number was so high was because i was bored while waiting for my car's tire service, and i smoke a lot when i have nothing to do. but still, i'm trying to keep my limit at half a pack a day, and one key to doing that is to stay awake less hours during the day.
oh, btw, here is a picture of me and jo-ann that barden took at her and ricky's wedding reception. you can sort of see that beautiful club monaco shirt that i was raving about. what's better about it (that you can't see) is that my cuffs are also white. the cuffs and the collar are what make the shirt awesome. i hope to find another occasion to wear this shirt again.
what causes people to drool when they sleep? how come it doesn't always happen? i once fell sleep with my head on top of an open book, and my drool was so thick and plentiful that it soaked right through the pages of the book. it was disgusting, and the book was pretty much ruined, like all the pages were stuck together. another time, i slept on top of a black page of a _national geographic_, and my forehead got so hot and moist that it melted the ink, so when i sat up, my forehead was all black. i didn't know this, so when my friend amie saw me, she started laughing hysterically, and i had no clue why until i looked in a mirror.
all righty then. almost time to go home.