basketball was really good today. (although, my dog bite toe is sore once again.) the last game was really intense; i could tell that both teams really wanted to win, and that getting that last winning point was really tough, with lots of turnovers, good defense, fighting for loose balls, etc. but in the end, my team pulled it out, 11-8. i got this one rebound, raced down the court with a guy tracking me down, and made this wild layup that actually went in. that was the highlight of my day. yeah, i could have trash-talked with the guy, but i don't know how to do that. :)
yeah, the girl tasted sour. that was one of many bedroom things that went wrong, and in the end, i broke up with her pretty soon into our relationship. i would be lying if i said that sex didn't have anything to do with why i ended things. but yeah, normally, i really do love the way a girl tastes, but it's a huge turnoff when the girl tastes all funky and shit. it makes me dread giving head.
have a lot of girls never experienced an orgasm? one of my ex's claimed she never had one before having met me. she was kind of frigid, i guess. even when we had sex, she could never get off unless she manipulated herself. yeah, it was weird; i would have to stop, and she would frig herself, and when she came, i was allowed to continue and blow my own wad. strange procedure of events. later on, she said that she thought she had an orgasm in the past while taking a pressure-filled exam. huh? wtf? "how odd," i thought.
do any of you get eczema? i get weird patches here and there sometimes. locations in the past have included my leg, foot (for over a decade), eyelid, and now, my neck. very strange. luckily, i've seen my dermatologist about it, so i have a huge stock of fluocinonide, this ointment that combats eczema. but yeah, i guess i have sensitive skin. i think stress is what brings on the outbreaks, although i don't know what i'm stressed about these days.
we had our company's quarterly meeting today. our stock is at a local minimum right now, and i'm thinking about buying some of it. i'm a little afraid to do it, just in case i get investigated for insider trading. it's not like i know any company secrests or anything, but you never know. i think it's a good buy, but it depends on how we execute on our current projects in the next few quarters. and of course, business is cyclical, and it also depends on the general climate of the economy. and i also don't want to put all my eggs in one basket (i am already enrolled in our company's ESPP).
i had this crazy dream this morning. i had heard about pizookie's, this big cookie/ice cream concoction at BJ's brewery, the place we're going tomorrow night for greg's birthday bash. i have never seen one before, but i dreamt that i was eating one on a bench. the weird thing is that i was wearing a big poofy jacket, but i had no pants or underwear on! instead, i had this blanket covering my legs and schlong area, and these gangters were trying to tear the blanket away from me. very nervous dream. and before that, i also dreamt that i was going to have a threesome with this guy and a girl. i wish i could remember who they were. too bad the dream never went to the actual sex part.
i am not into threesomes. if it were with another guy and a girl, i would not be interested in sharing a girl with another schlong. what, a DP situation? not for me. i can see how the girl would like being stimulated in both holes, but i think for the two guys, it's a little too close for comfort. if the threesome involved two girls, i would be stressed about trying to please both of them, unless the girls were both bisexual and could occupy each other as well. i mean, the only position where i would be useful to both girls would if one were riding my schlong and the other were sitting on my face, but i think i'd be too busy to enjoy it. so... threesomes: *shrug*
i am itching to go to a concert. i leafed through today's SJ mercury news's entertainment section, but i didn't see anything interesting. my freshman year, i had a buddy (ken) who had the same music taste as me, and we went to a lot of concerts together. that was a blast. there was this nightclub in palo alto (called "the edge") that hosted a lot of cool bands, and it was a small venue, too, so we got to be right up there with the performers. ah, those were the days. and it was affordable, too, not like those big, overpriced stadium shows.
the edge was the place where i first crowdsurfed and stagedived. it was pretty awesome. the problem with my second stagediving experience, though, was that there weren't enough people to catch me, so i went tumbling to the floor. ouch! luckily, i didn't break any bones or anything, so it was all good. i think that was at the inspiral carpets concert. man, ken introduced me to a lot of bands. he was a very cool cat.
did you guys mosh? that was all the rage back then. angry stuff! the first time i did it was at the ned's atomic dustbin concert at the warfield. crazy. i think i passed out or something for a while. i'm surprised that my glasses didn't get destroyed. i took them off for the front 242 concert, but that also meant that i didn't get to see the crazy sex acts during their opening act, this band called ethyl meatplow. apparently, some guys got onstage and started taking each other's clothes off and giving each other blowjobs. ken was horrified, but i was like, "what's going on? i can't SEE!"
ok, i think i'm reminiscing too much. but yeah, like i said: i want to see some concerts this year. maybe i'll check on some local radio station websites and see what bands are coming.
ok. i'm heading off in a bit. gonna meet up with yuji for some ramen tonight.
did you guys watch _american idol_ last night? samantha sidley is soooo CUTE! like, painfully, fuckably cute. i'd totally do her. if she makes it to the top 24, i think i have a favorite. and i really like her voice, too; it's smoky and sultry. she did a norah jones ("don't know why") number, and i liked it, although i was surprised that all the judges said "yes" to her. ah, i'm such a sucker for cuteness. the pictures of her on the web do her no justice; just go watch her audition on youtube.
man, i am sore from basketball. no doubt, my 3+ week hiatus did the trick. my inner thighs and ankles hurt the most. it's a good feeling, though, in a sort of masochistic way. i'm really looking forward to playing tomorrow.
today, i realized that i don't like it when girls tie their hair back. it shows too much forehead or something. i'd much rather them let their hair lie naturally. that's much sexier, imho, especially when a wisp of hair falls in front of their eyes (like in anime). oooh! major turn-on!
i used to have long bangs, so long that it went down to my chin, and i could chew my own hair. that was in college. i had short hair in the back, too, that old mushroom style that was popular in the early 90's. so basically, on the left side, my hair went diagonally from my ears all the way down to my chin. it was sort of neat.
i wonder if i'll ever grow my hair out again. for those of you who don't know, i cut my hair short because of that chow yun-fat photoshoot, where i was paid to be his stand-in for a videogame based on his movie, _bulletproof monk_. i was sad (and shocked) to lose my hair, but ever since then, i've kept it short, and i've grown to like it because it's so easy to maintain. and if i gel it up, it actually looks decent.
i've been sleeping really well lately. in the past, i've had bouts of insomnia, prompting me to have to take some xanax to knock me out at 3am or so. but these days, i go to bed around 11pm or so, and within about 30 minutes of listening to sportscenter, i'm asleep. it's been pretty nice! *knocks on wood* i think the cold weather has been helping, because snuggling feels so good. i can't stand the heat; it makes me really fussy in bed. this past summer was really mild; i only remember one night where i felt uncomfortable because of the heat.
friendster has become completely useless now. my profile has been viewed around 130+ times in the past 3 weeks, mostly by fugly filipino women. and i get a ton of spam from these fake profile women looking for husbands or advertising for sex cam or dating sites. ridiculous! i wonder if the people working at friendster are freaking out because facebook is kicking their ass to the ground. or, i wonder if/when facebook is going to suffer the same problems.
i've been peeing a lot more frequently lately. i haven't changed my liquid consumption, though. hm. maybe my bladder is shrinking? i don't mind, though; peeing feels good. i especially enjoy those ones where i have to go really badly, and when the stuff comes out, it feels like a mini-orgasm.
i think i'm going to see alan and ting a lot less these days. not that i see them a whole lot to begin with. basically, they came up with a budget this past weekend, and they decided to start staying in for meals and cook themselves. the only times when i see them is when we go out for meals, so now how am i going to hang out with them? hrmph. they're different from the bowling gang; with the latter, i can sometimes just call them up and ask if i can come over to hang out. with alan and ting, there has to be a strong reason. sigh. and when they eventually move up north, there will have to be even more of a reason to get together. *sniff*
so far, i still have no super bowl plans. grace and i are planning on having dim sum before the game on sunday, though. hopefully dynasty will be less crowded, but i doubt that the chinese/asian dim sum crowd is a big part of the super bowl demographic. i love dim sum; i've had it twice in the past 5 days, and i'm itching for more. maybe afterwards we can go to beard papa's, hehe.
i was talking to cindyT about how bad sex ruins relationships. that's why i advocate having sex soon after getting together. you know, to see how the bedroom chemistry is. one of my gf's tasted weird when i chowed her box. that was awful. she was, like, sour and stuff. i know that what a guy eats affects the taste of his spunk, so does a girl's diet affect her juices as well? (no, she wasn't on her period or ovulating or anything.)
so tonight (after _american idol_) is _the moment of truth_, that game show i was talking about last week. the first contestant is a continuation of the last show, this dude who's addicted to gambling. we'll see how far he gets. one of the commercials has him answering, "have you ever gambled away one of your kids' college funds?" very juicy. anyways, i'll be watching. like i said, i would never go on this show; i have too many skeletons in the closet, too many temptations that i've succumbed to.
i have a lot of stuff to do at work; and tomorrow, i'm going to start doing it. i've procrastinated for way too long now. today, we had a meeting to list my tasks for the first round, and i gave an estimate of 11 days. my boss thought it was too optimistic, but i committed to it, and now it's time for me to execute. go, dardypower, go!
ok, time to grab some dinner. yes, i'm still eating light; i think i've lost 2-3 pounds this week. yay!
so i finally was able to play basketball today. my toe was a little tender afterwards, but i checked it after i got back to my cubicle, and it wasn't bleeding or anything. my shot was still ok, and i made a few jumpers. i did fake this one dude out of his shorts and made a sweet floater in the paint. *flex* haha. but, as expected, my cardiovascular system was weak, and i was huffing and puffing at the end. that'll improve as i play more and get used to the regimen.
um, i think it's spelled "chipotle" and not "chiptole." but anyways, no, i am not friends with most of my ex's. in fact, most of my breakups were really bad. one of them started off ok, but then i was really mean and bitter afterwards, and there was this whole drama of a newspaper article written about me claiming that i was a perv, and then a forged e-mail fired back with some nasty accusations, threat of expulsion because of that e-mail, a parental threat of violence to my face, etc. and then there was another breakup that ended in some screaming and a storm-off, and then an unwillingness by moi to remain friends, etc. all in all, i've had a very bad track record with my ex's. what can i say? i take it personally. *shrug*
so cindyT told me today that the #1 cause of death among pregnant women is... MURDER. wtf? like, boyfriends and fathers-of-the-child killing the women. wow! who would do such a thing? i mean, are the men that abusive or not willing to have the children born? is child support that horrible that they have to resort to ending the life of the kid?
i did have my gf take a pregnancy test once. this was in college, and yes, it was ridiculously NERVEWRACKING. she peed on the stick, and we left it in the bathroom as we both waited outside for that minute or so. i have no clue what i would have done if it turned out to be positive. i mean, i would have stuck with the girl's decision either way. (knowing her, though, i'm pretty sure she would have chosen to get an abortion.) but hell no, murder was not an option in my mind.
and some of my ex's did skip periods before other times as well. one girl was pretty regular, so her skip was a freak occurence. she told me she would have kept the baby, so i was like "HALLE-FUCKIN-LUJAH" when her period came the next month. and the other was anorexic for a while, so skipping periods happened pretty often. anyways, yes, like i said, nervewracking.
i got my first response from a facebook poke this morning. i've only poked two girls, though. the first girl was one who put up a profile picture of herself in a bikini. "daring," i thought. (she's since taken it down, i bet due to the amount of interest that picture has generated.) the second one was this girl with this really mean look on her face. (what can i say... i like difficult girls.) but the cool thing about her is that she grew up in chile. a chinese girl from chile! fluent in spanish, too! very interesting. i wish i remembered my spanish from the 6 years i took it in junior high and high school. (i used to be semi-fluent; i could even think in spanish.)
i'm going to try eating less for a while. i'm gaining weight, and i'm pushing 175 now. (let me remind you that early last year, i was only 155.) still, i'm not 190 or 200 pounds like when i was fat (trust me, i was fat), but if i keep eating like i have been, i will eventually get there again. i've seen pictures of my fat days, and my face looks really gross. not to mention that bowling ball stomach. so i'm going to cut down on my food intake and play extra-hard during my basketball sessions.
you know what position i hate the most? the spoon position. it's just really awkward. i mean, sometimes, when i'm spooning a girl, i'm sporting a nice boner, and if she's wet, she'll just slip me in. that's nice and sweet. but actually trying to have sex in that position is another story. there's just too much friction on the sheets, and it's a pain trying to prop up the girl's upper leg. whenever i see that on a dvd, i get really turned off because i know how unenjoyable it is. *pukes*
is there any way for a person to become quicker? i'm talking about basketball here. like, reflexes and overall quickness. is that all about fast-twitch nerves and stuff? are you born with it? or can you develop it? i'm horribly slow at reacting to stuff, like loose balls and general defense. my coworker D, on the other hand, is lightning quick. i can't defend him. by the time i blink, he's already gone. argh. i have heard somewhere the shorter people are faster than taller people because of the shorter time it takes nervous impulses to travel to the brain and back. (i thought that was a load of crap, though, because isn't the speed of light so fast that a difference of a few inches is negligible?)
the other night, i went out to safeway and bought (among other things) a bag of ice. why? because i intended on drinking whiskey at home, by myself. is that sad? i mean, generally, i think drinking by yourself to be a little pathetic, but the problem is, i have so much whiskey sitting at home, waiting to be imbibed. most of it came as birthday or christmas presents (jimmy's balvenie and greg's bushmills). so anyways, i thought hey, i can just enjoy a drink every now and then while i'm watching tv. hm. i guess i can invite other people over, but the thing is, very few (i'm talking like TWO) of my friends drink whiskey.
ok, time to wrap this baby up. i'm sort of hungry. must. eat. less.
so right before i started typing this blog entry, i was IM'ing an ex-gf of mine for about half an hour. granted, we only went out for like two weeks (after hanging out for several months before we got together), but it's still nice to know that i can be friends with at least one of my ex's. she's the one who married another dardy. small world, huh?
after lunch today, we went to beard papa's again. since my expectations were lowered this time, the cream puffs (i ate two of them) were actually good. i do dig their vanilla filling. for the actual lunch, we went to dynasty for my second straight dim sum outing. the place was pretty empty, a ghost town compared to how busy it is on the weekends. there weren't even any carts; instead, we had to order off of a piece of paper. it wasn't as exciting, but at least i was guaranteed to get my two favorite dishes. yay!
so one of my lunch buddies announced that he's leaving the company on the drive over to dynasty. sad. but after listening to his (new) job opportunities, i think it's a good move for him, career-wise and financially as well. but i'm sad to see yet another friend leave, of course.
so i sent off jimmy and sabrina's wedding RSVP card today. these were from the invitations that smelled funky (that chinese smell). and guess what? the adhesive in the envelope tasted really WEIRD. it was like some sort of odd chinese perfume oil or something. i thought i was being poisoned! normally, i actually sort of enjoy the sweet taste of envelopes, but man, i had to drink something after licking the RSVP envelope.
i'm getting a haircut today. it's about time; i'm getting really shaggy in the back, and my sideburns are completely out of control. i always plan my haircuts in advance in the mornings, so i pick an old t-shirt out of my laundry pile to wear because i know i'm going to get hair all over the collar and shoulder areas. and i'm timing this haircut just under 1.5 months in advance of jimmy's wedding so i'll get my next one a short while before their big day to look good in the pictures. smart, huh?
i got screwed by another facebook quiz. this one was the "guess the movie company by their logo" quiz. i knew i clicked the "dreamworks SKG" option when i saw their logo, but for some insane reason, facebook told me i clicked some other random, no-name, nonsensical answer. and that was the only one i missed. wtf? *RAAR* yes, it means something to me, getting that 100% mark.
i've found that i'm good at recognizing actors and actresses, but not movies. it's because i don't watch many movies. i used to watch a lot more, about 5 years ago. i mean, i used to stand in line for an hour or so on opening night and stuff. but now, i go to the theaters maybe 5 times a year max (if that), and i don't rent movies either. so my movie consumption has gone down drastically. however, i watch E! and sometimes stuff like _entertainment tonight_ and other similar shows, so i at least keep up with hollywood personalities.
i'm going to try playing basketball tomorrow. my toe seems to be ok enough for me to run. i still have a scab on the side and some blood underneath the right edge of the nail, though. but we'll see. i've been out of commission for three whole weeks, so i bet i'll be out of shape, cardiovascularly. but i really miss playing. oh, and devin harris is out for the mavericks for 2-3 weeks with a bone bruise on his ankle. rats. i hope the mavs can survive during that time. i guess injuries are just a part of basketball.
so remember my friends who are coping with a death in the family? i still don't know if it's ok to call them or not. how do i talk to them? do i act like life's normal? do i bring it up? *ponder* the death happened around the new year, so it's been a good 4 weeks or so. i really want to call them and see how they're doing, but i just don't know how to go about doing it.
so i was talking to this girl about online dating, and she found her husband through craigslist. i had never considered doing that. she said that she just put an ad out there, and she got like 50 responses within a short period of time. she whittled it down to 10, and from there on, she found her husband. i thought that was pretty cool. maybe someday, i'll try doing that. of course, i'll have to ask for a picture; there's no way i'll do a blind date. but i had no idea that craigslist had that much traffic. cool!
re: the natalie portman nude pic. yeah, i didn't quite like the fact that she was quite "ribsy." but still, i think she's beautiful. it's her face. it's always the face first, for me. do you guys remember the ad she did for isaac mizrahi? i had tear-out of that ad from W magazine posted up in my cubicle for the longest time. actually, i just checked a box in my cube right now, and i still have it. it's from february 1996!
re: clueless girls. yes, i understand some girls aren't clueless, and they know the guys are interested. but what i hate is when they still lead the guy on. like, they let the guy take them out and stuff. this happened when i took k4 out to masa's on that romantic $350+ dinner. i mean, if you know that the date means something to the guy, and you're not interested, then you should just say no. hrmph. (btw, nowadays, for the life of me, i can't see why i liked her so much.)
ok, time for my haircut. i'm outta here.
friday night, i picked up nelson and then john, and we headed out to pizza chicago and had our usual pick: the great chicago fire pizza, half without cilantro (i HATE cilantro, except when it's in salsa). it was damn good. that's all i did that night.
saturday, i pretty much spent the whole day with nelson. we had lunch with mikeC at la bamba. nelson tried out the carnitas tacos there and compared it with los charros. he like los charros's tacos way better, although i still think la bamba's carnitas is better. la bamba took out a large portion of their counters and tables, so we had to get our food to go and eat at my place.
then, i was craving frozen yogurt, so we went to yogurt fantasy. they had the mochi in! haha. the girl even remembered me and how i asked for the mochi last time. it was good, and as long as they keep having that topping, i'll keep going.
then, nelson and i went to see _no country for old men_. i thought the movie was decent, but failed to understand any "deeper meaning" behind it. i thought the ending was completely strange, and i wasn't even paying attention to the speech because i thought there was no way it could end on it. oh well. afterwards, we went back to nelson's place, and while i watched some tv shows (ebert and roeper's top 10 films of 2007, jeopardy!, wheel of fortune), nelson did some research on the movie. he refuses to tell me what he found. bastard. :)
then, we had dinner at chili's. i got the chicken fried steak and a shot of bushmills, and he got this monster quesadilla salad. then, we met up with paul and leeya at tap-ex and chilled out for a bit. and that was the end of saturday.
sunday was pretty light. i cancelled dim sum with the gang because grace cancelled on me due to family obligations. and plus, aimee didn't answer her phone, john didn't answer, nelson was probably sleeping, mikeC was sleeping, etc. but i was still craving dim sum, so i called up adam and joined his in-laws at pan tao for some tasty stuff. his father in law was kind enough to put in a special order for my two favorite dishes (leek dumplings and turnip cake), so i got them at the end of the meal. the leek dumplings were still very hot, and very delish. the turnip cakes, however were mushy and not very good. even so, it was very nice of them to let me join them, and the father in law even paid. *bows gratiously*
after that, i took my usual post-dim sum food coma nap to the lakers/cavs game, and i watched the end of that game before switching back and forth between the mavs/nuggets game (the mavs won!) and _face off_ on the usa channel. then, i watched part of the warriors/knicks game sandwiched between having vietnamese food with my coworker D (who was working, poor guy) at pho nam.
after dinner, i called up amy, and we talked for like 40 minutes. it's always nice talking to her. she might be visiting the bay area at the end of february. yippee! i can't wait.
and that was the end to my weekend. lots of basketball on sunday.
so this blog has been renewed for another 3 years. yay! yup, i went to netsol today and extended the domain name until 6/2011. i hope i'll still be writing until then. i wonder how much it'll change by that time. anyways, i want to wholeheartedly thank all you darling pups out there for reading (and commenting, *hint hint*). it means a lot to me. really.
the weather out there has been nasty. it's windy and rainy. i can't imagine what it's like to be at stanford, biking/walking around to class and stuff. i remember when i was in college, i would have to bike in that shit, and my rear wheel would kick up water and dirt and make this nasty streak up my pants. we called it "bike butt." ick. it's supposed to rain all through the weekend, so it looks like i'll be staying indoors these next few days.
i was itching to go to mel's place (yogurt fantasy) last night. but when nelson and i were deciding where to go for dinner, we decided on pho nam, and that was nowhere close to the yogurt place. oh well. and i don't feel like braving the rain just to go there this weekend. (and plus, it's cold, and frozen yogurt isn't really something you want to eat in this chilly weather.) but, they got the mochi topping in! yum. now, if i could only convince them to get captain crunch as well, then it'd be one step further in matching my pinkberry experience.
stanford is 3rd in the director's cup standings so far this year. cal, surprisingly, is 1st. go stanford, go! we've won like the past dozen+ years, so hopefully we can catch up and keep the streak alive.
i'm excited to play basketball again next week. my toe is good enough (i hope) to go, and i really need some exercise. i'm gaining weight, not surprisingly, so i gotta get out there on the courts.
i took ben out to lunch today for his (very) belated birthday. we were supposed to go to maruichi in milpitas, but it was packed, so we wound up going to chez mayflower, which i had absolutely no objections to. we both happened to order the scrambled egg and beef over rice, but it was really bland this time. yuck. ben showed up in a pink polo with a pink tie. wow! brave! hehe. that boy hasn't blogged in like a year and a half. *grumbles*
re: chipotle. i think that place is only so-so. they don't have much variety, and their burritos are a little too big for me. and their rice is a little strange, imho. taco bell has more variety, and i really dig some of their items. i usually get three things there: the baja chicken gordita, the spicy chicken burrito, and the meximelt, and i eat them in that order. $5.06 for a good meal. oh, and fire sauce is a must. btw, chipotle dude/dudette: how did you find my blog?
but honestly, most of the time, i find taco bell to be gross. like, if i'm not hungry, if you ask me if i want taco bell, i would say, "hell no." it's only when i'm famished that taco bell sounds damn good. like, i can imagine how it tastes, and i literally start to drool. weird how something can have such a big swing in attractiveness, huh?
you know, when a guy seeks a girl out for friendship, most of the time it's because he finds her attractive. is that statement true? mostly true? for me, i think it's almost always true. it's very _when harry met sally_. so, if people (i'm talking about the girl here) know that, what's the girl to think? she should be aware of the fact that the guy's sort of interested, right? and if not, she's just clueless. hm. i guess that means there's a lot of clueless girls out there.
i am very pissed off by this facebook quiz on identifying videogame characters. the first question was a picture of mario, and two of the four options were "paper mario" and "mario." what the fuck is the difference? i mean, how was i supposed to know? *RAAR* that was the only question i missed, and i am very sore about that one. *fumes*
nelson and i are planning on watching some of the oscar-nominated best picture films. of interest is _no country for old men_. i've heard great things about it. on the other films, we diverge. i want to see _atonement_ (i love keira knightley), and he wants to see _there will be blood_. and even though it got like a 14% rotten rating, i kind of want to see _untraceable_ because of diane lane. she's hot (for an older woman). i mean, when i came up with my nubiles list, the first two "do-able" women that popped up in my head were natalie portman and diane lane. interesting, huh?
oh, speaking of that first girl, i found this picture of natalie portman naked (nsfw). i think it's stunning. i mean, i already thought she was cute and seductive in _leon (the professional)_, but that was before she was legal, and now she's grown into this beautiful woman. hot-cha! and plus, she has good taste, too; wasn't she voted 2007's best dressed woman or something like that? no fashion victim is she!
aren't porn stars all on the pill and screened for STD's? so somebody please tell me why guys use condoms! it's such a turn off!
today's morning song: "shadow of the day" by linkin park. the weird thing was that it was in my head when i woke up, and then it was the song that was playing when my alarm went off. kooky!
ok, i'm heading off soon. have a STUPENDOUS weekend, folks!
i had lunch today with mark, my best friend from elementary school. it's nice to reconnect with old friends. we don't talk that often, just once a year. we even went to the same place as last year, and i ordered the exact same dish. (we went to yan can in the rivermark because the other places were all crowded. yan can sucked this time. gross.) it was good catching up, and i'd like to see him more often. mark really knows how to travel and have a good time; he recently spent a whole month in vietnam, thailand and cambodia. i don't think i've ever had a whole month off since my college days.
so _the moment of truth_ was pretty entertaining. some of the questions were relatively tame, like "are you a current member of hair club for men?" and "do you consider yourself the best looking man among your friends?" but man, some of the questions were almost relationship-destroying. like, the first guy had his wife sitting right there, and he answered "yes" to stuff like "have you done anything that would make your wife suspicious?" and "have you been holding off on having kids because you doubt your wife will be your long-term partner?" holy shit! the funny thing was when he finally quit, he tried to go over to kiss his wife, and she was having none of it. i don't think i could go on that show. and those tough questions were only middle-of-the-pack. i can't imagine what the $500,000 question would be like.
i watched the last set of the ivanovic/hantuchova match last night. despite the fact that i think ivanovic is hot, i was getting annoyed at her fist pumping after every point won. i admire her spunk, but that was just too much. daniela just had a meltdown; she won the first 8 games to bagel ana in the first set, but then eventually lost. i don't think she's very attractive (it's her face, and i think she's also too skinny), despite her ridiculously long legs. but man, 40+ inch legs. crazy!
i think i'm good to go for basketball next week. my toe still hurts a little bit when i press on it, but that's about it. i wonder where that sliver of fat/flesh went. it was pretty gross at first. it scabbed up and then just disappeared. silly dog put me out of commission for three weeks! *grumbles*
do girls like being on top? one of my friends once wrote on her blog that she *loved* it. what is it about riding cowgirl-style that's good? the way it feels (as different from being on bottom)? the control? the view? for me, i last much longer when the girl's on top. i think i've only shot my wad once in that position, so i guess it's good if the girl wants to prolong the romp session and get as many orgasms as she wants. and what's more, one of my ex's was able to achieve the g-spot orgasm while on top, so that was a definite bonus. the g-spot O is a sight to behold. it's a mess (i mean, my pubes were completely soaked), but it reduces the girl to a quivering lump. good for her, i guess. go, grafenberg, go!
one game that "in house entertainment" girls like to play is called "feed the kitty." it involves folding a $20 bill lengthwise, and placing it over the nose while the guy is lying down. then, the naked girl squats over the guy's face, spreads her "kitty"'s lips, and clamps down on the money as she stands up. you know, i don't think that's very sanitary, especially since money is rife with germs, and it's being exposed to a sensitive area like a woman's vadge. i mean, it's a very easy way to make $20, but is it worth getting a nasty coochie infection? *ponder*
so during lunch, mark and i were talking about having a google presence. he lamented about coming up readily when googling his own name. i told him that this was a good thing. i mean, i am the complete opposite. if you even google just my first name, my blog comes up immediately. i can never run for public office or anything, or even if i look for my next job, if my future employer decides to do a quick search, i'm sort of fucked, right? damn, i should have thought this through before i started writing.
i am willing to try beard papa's one more time. come to think of it, i will say that their vanilla cream is pretty tasty. it's only the puff that i wasn't impressed with. so maybe i should just buy a jar of vanilla pudding and eat that, huh? or maybe tapioca pudding. yeah, i do like tapioca pudding.
oh, by the way, ann, the cotton candy at alexander's was lemon flavored. i wasn't a fan. i would have much preferred the regular pink cotton candy flavor. but yeah, i'm still craving those french fries. do you think they would let me go there for dinner and just order the fries? ha!
so i've had my topamax diarrhea for well over a year now. it's very dangerous, how close all that liquid shit is to my bowel opening in the morning. my morning routine involves taking my meds, putting on my clothes, having a smoke, and then taking a dump. i always have to pinch myself when i sit on the toilet to make sure i'm not dreaming before i let my sphincter loose. i'm definitely afraid that one of these days, i'm going to have a dream that i'm on the pot, and i'll spew that diarrhea all over my sheets. ick.
have you ever dreamt that you felt physical pain? during my whole dog bite toe incident, i've felt pangs of pain in my toe and woken myself up. i don't know if it's because i accidentally kicked something in my sleep and felt real pain, or if it was just imagined pain in my sleep. anyways, weird, because i don't recall ever hurting in any of my other dreams in my life. like, i've been shot, stabbed, etc. in my dreams before, but they've never hurt before. hm.
ok, time to wrap this one up. time to brave the cold, rainy weather for a cigarette break.
so i'm curious to watch this new game show on fox tonight. it's called "moment of truth" or something like that. basically, contestants are asked difficult/personal questions for money (up to $500,000) while being strapped to a lie detector. for example, a male contestant might be in a failing marriage in front of his wife, and asked, "would you cheat if you knew no one would know?" or, an obese person would ask the question, "do fat people repulse you?" stuff like that. leave it to fox to come up with an idea like that.
last night, i finished the last of the turnip cake that grace's mom made for me. before, though, i made a small taco bell run (just a spicy chicken burrito and a meximelt) to get some fire sauce for the turnip cake. the turnip cake itself is a bit bland, so i needed something to eat it with. (no, i don't have soy sauce.) yes, it's a bit strange to eat it with fire sauce, but they actually go decently well together. thanks, grace's mom!
earlier today, i got a can of dr pepper from the break room, and then i had to go pee. i was holding the dr pepper in my left hand, which is the same hand i use to hold my schlong when i take a leak at a urinal. my fingers got really cold, and when i touched my schlong, it shriveled in frigid anguish. YOWZA! never get a handjob from a girl with cold fingers, that's what i realized. i've gotten massages from my doctor when she'd had cold hands, and that is not pleasant. luckily, though, soon after she starts rubbing for a while, her hands heat up. man, that just isn't pleasant.
did i ever tell you guys that i bought a skirt once? yeah, back during my junior year in college, alan and i went to get haircuts, and next door to the supercuts was a gap. so afterwards, we shopped there for a while, and i spied this long denim wraparound skirt. and for some insane reason, i decided to try it out, and i bought it. !! i wore it once, publicly, but just inside the dorm. i think i was inspired by k1 for that idea. hm. i got some strange looks by the girls who were working at the gap, though. and also, one of the girls asked for alan's number. i thought it would have been funny if alan told her no because he and i were a gay couple. ha!
so what's the deal with BSE (mad cow)? is it still a danger? when news of it in the US first came out, i got pretty paranoid. i stopped eating beef for a few months. but what ultimately doomed me was pepperoni on pizzas. and then alan bought some fred's steak and got me to cave in once again. after that, it was all downhill from there. they say symptoms take like 5 years to show, so i wonder if i'm gonna go mad in a year or so. *shivers*
i'm pretty booked solid for the next 11 weeks at work. my boss rolled out his schedule for my team, and i've got three tasks that are supposed to take 4, 3, and 4 weeks. we'll see if i can make it. i'm the "critical path," according to him. i HATE being the critical path. so i had better get my ass moving!
one of my friends noted that he has to turn up his thermostat a few degrees at night now (in bed) that his girl is off on a business trip. ah, body heat. i wonder if they sleep naked. back when i was younger (before i turned 25), my body put out an intense amount of heat. my stomach was hot to the touch; it was like i had a nuclear reactor in my belly. (no wonder i was so skinny back then!) it was pretty awesome; my gf loved it. she would warm up her cold feet on my stomach, much to my strenuous objections. but alas, the fire has since cooled off, and i'm all lukewarm now. boo hoo.
so i asked my friend C about what kind of impression this blog gives of me, and she replied that for those people who only read my blog, it's not very favorable. yes, i know, i talk about sex (fluffers!) and shit (ah, my daily diarrhea!) and all sorts of unsavory topics, but she did say that once people get to know me, they understand that they can talk to me about just about any topic. i dig that. i like being open about stuff, and i am proud of the fact that people can approach me candidly with any subject, and they can trust me with their issues.
i am grateful to my friend J for introducing me to ana ivanovic. i watched her match against venus williams the other night in the australian open quarterfinals. ana won in straight sets, and i'm stoked. she's got a really cute face, baby fat and all. (after all, she's only 20 years old.) she's up against daniela "miss neverending legs" hantuchova in the semi's. daniela's got something like 40+ inch legs. amazing! i'd love to see her do the splits in bed, haha.
alan and ting are going snowcamping this weekend. i don't understand the allure. i mean, you go to a freezing place, spend hours digging a hole, eat a sub-par dinner, and then go to sleep. ?? what's the attraction here? i guess i don't understand the outdoorsy life.
i am still craving alexander's white truffle oil french fries. yes, of my $84 dinner there monday night, the best part was the fries. can i just go there and have just that? haha. hm. maybe i can go there for lunch and see if they serve them. there should be a cheaper lunch menu, right? but damn, if you go there, GET THE FRIES. you will not be disappointed, even though they cost $10.
ok, time for my last work smoke, and then i'm off.
so last night, we went to alexander's to celebrate peter's birthday. i was hungry, but i wasn't particularly looking forward to the food. it was surprisingly good, actually. i arrived first, got a bushmills on the rocks, and waited at the bar, enjoying my whiskey. peter and barbara arrived soon after, followed by jay (sans margaret, who was feeling sick). then, alan and ting arrived just in time at 8:30pm.
the service was impeccable, and our waiter joseph scored us free champagne, some amuse bouches, and a small birthday cake for peter. my prime rib was (only a 14oz cut) was really good. but the best part of the meal was the white truffle oil french fries. they were so fucking tasty. the only surprising part of the meal was the tab: $84 a person! (the five of us paid for peter.) but still, it was a good experience, and i hope the three of the first-timers at alexander's enjoyed it.
one interesting thing was the bread pudding we got for dessert. it came with BACON. yeah. bacon in bread pudding?! it was definitely odd and out of place. i wouldn't recommend it. but anyways, dinner took 3 hours, and by the time i got home, i just crashed.
today's morning song: "please forgive me" by bryan adams. weird song choice by my brain. i don't like it, and i don't know what got that song stuck in my head. the only song by bryan adams that holds any particular meaning is that one from the kevin costner _robin hood_ movie. i watched that movie with amie, the girl from high school that i was in love with my junior year. she's the only blonde girl that i've ever liked, and i really dug her. she went to harvard (both undergrad and law school) and now works as a lawyer in nairobi. and her last name has a "von" in it, which i pay homage to if you've ever gotten an e-mail from me. :)
i took M (the gratious helper) to lunch today in cupertino village. we went to szechuan era (i reluctantly agreed to try it out after my bad first experience with it), and we ordered two supposedly "spicy" dishes. the first one wasn't spicy at all, and i was really disappointed. it was a shredded duck dish, and i like duck, so i wasn't too upset with it. we did complain to the waiter about it not being spicy, and he just shrugged and said, "that's how we make it." the second one was ok, but the beef strips were really hard. all in all, a mediocre lunch, and i won't be going back there again.
my 401(k) has fallen by over $10K this month so far. crazy. my company switched custodial institutions, so i checked my account today for the first time in ages. man, i guess the good thing about the stock market being low is that it's low *now*, as opposed to when i actually retire. but still, it hurts to see my retirement fund dropping.
i'm itching to go to mel's yogurt place again. when i tried it out for the first time a few weeks ago, i asked for the mochi topping, and the girl just looked at me like i was on crack. but mel told me at jimmy's birthday dinner that she just got a shipment of the mochi topping in. yay! that's probably the best part of the frozen yogurt experience. man, what i wouldn't give for a pinkberry here in the bay area. (mel's "tart" yogurt is similar to pinkberry's original, but it's a little icier in texture, which isn't as good.)
today is my dad's birthday. i e-mailed him last night (so it was the 22th taiwan time), and he wrote me back, saying simply, "thanks for reminding me that i'm almost 60." ha! the thing is, my family doesn't really celebrate birthdays. when i was a kid, sure we got gifts, but once we grew up, we just got mainly phone calls. (my brother didn't even call me for my birthday a few months ago.) and we never really celebrated the parents' birthdays. i think i bought my mom a gift once. i sent her flowers a few times, though, back when she lived in dallas. and for the longest time, we all thought my dad's birthday was another date (two days earlier), and he never bothered to correct us. *shrug* it's just not a big deal in my family, i guess.
i bowled a 160 on the wii the other day at greg's house. if only i could do that regularly in real life. (the only other time i bowled on the wii, i got a 179!) i'm not very good at wii tennis, though. speaking of tennis, i miss playing in real life. hm. maybe when the weather gets better, i'll look for a tennis buddy. my last one (byron) moved down to LA a few years back.
have you guys seen the naked picture of natalie portman? hot. maybe i'll post it one of these days.
i was shocked to find out that heath ledger died. i always thought he was kinda cool, although i haven't seen him in many movies. (or any, in fact, now that i'm thinking about it) anyways, he was found naked next to some sleeping pills. i'm wondering if it was suicide. so sad. he was only 28! he looks pretty cool in the new batman movie. *sigh*
ok, i've run out of steam. taking off now. ciao!
saturday afternoon, greg, cheryl, john and i checked out this townhouse for sale. it was a nice place, but there were only two main things that i was concerned about. first, i checked if where the tv could be plugged into in the living room. and second, i looked to see if the shower could fit two people. ha!
showering with the girl is very important to me. it's sexy, innocent fun, and it's a required routine for me and my women. shower sex isn't necessary, and actually, it's kind of awkward and not very comfortable. water is a terrible lubricant, anyways. my first place out of college had a large shower, complete with a ledge for the girl to sit on. however, sex required that i do a really deep lunge, and my legs would get really tired. one time, it was taking me a really long time to get off, so i just pulled out and gave up. however, the girl demanded that i finish, so i reluctantly got down and went at it again until it was over. hrmph. :)
today's morning song: "pictures of you" by the last night goodnight. i actually don't like this song very much, so it was a bit annoying when i woke up with this song stuck in my head. oh well.
over the weekend, while surfing facebook, i found a girl whose profile picture was a photo of her in a bikini. that's pretty daring. but she had the body (and the boobs) to flaunt, so i was impressed. i mean, if i were buff and ripped and had 6-pack abs, i might be inclined to post a revealing picture of myself as well. anyways, she had a nice first name as well, so i decided to poke her. hehe.
i'm fucking starving right now. we're going to alexander's tonight for peter's birthday, so i decided to eat a light lunch. D and i went to A&J's, and i ordered an appetizer (wontons in hot oil, "hong you tzao sou"). it was pretty bad, actually, and *very* small. i was hungry by 3pm. i've been filling myself up with soda and V-8, but i don't think i'm gonna make it to the 8:30pm reservation. maybe i'll eat one of those asian pears that i have at home. i actually don't like alexander's, by the way. paul makes just as good a steak, and for way cheaper, too.
so A added me as a friend on facebook over the weekend. she's the girl that i went out with a few times back in 2004. however, she went back to a long-time ex of hers, and then, soon after, she stopped talking to me altogether. i was kind of upset by that, not because i still wanted to pursue her, but because it was just kind of rude. anyways, i'm glad she's doing well, but i'm not really that inclined to try to be pals again.
i had a dream last night/this morning that i was going to buy a piano. i was really excited. man, i really miss playing. and also, i feel guilty for taking lessons for 9 years and having nothing to show for it. throughout college, i still had memorized chopin's "revolutionary etude" and some other pieces, but now, they're long gone from my muscle memory. i can still read music, and i'd love to play again, so maybe i should get one of those electric pianos. music is a good hobby, and i am really grateful to my parents for paying for piano lessons and nagging me about practicing.
this morning was the first time in a while that i slept until my alarm went off. sleep felt really good, i guess. either that, or i had some really good dreams. aside from the piano dreams, i had another one where this guy was chasing me with these mini-beanbag grenades. i had to duck behind corners, waiting for the grenades to go off before i could start running again. it was sort of like playing super bomberman in real life (or dream life).
i miss good tex-mex food. left at alberquerque (where we had jimmy's birthday dinner) and chevy's just don't cut it. i want a place like pappasito's from back in dallas. a good carne asada steak fajita place (fucking awesome) would do the trick. *slurp* another thing that i miss is good bbq. the best reason to visit dallas would be for the food. plus, they have a fogo de chao (brazilian bbq) there, as well. that is some yummy shit. ok, i think i'm making myself hungrier. food is on my mind.
i finished WGC verification today. after M fixed some rounding code, the test finally passed. hoo-fucking-ray. however, i have a whole pile of working waiting for me, as it got assigned to me in an after-lunch meeting. shit. i guess it'll be good, because i don't have anything else to work on, but still, i'm not looking forward to it because our schedule for this next chip is *really* tight. ugh.
re: a girl asking me out. that's not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all. actually, it's quite sexy. i like proactive women. but the thing is, they gotta be attractive. that sherry girl at the club was pretty scary-looking. when i was in college and going out with the social chair of one of the asian american student association, i actually made a suggestion that one of their semi-formals be sadie hawkins. and she took my suggestion! so yeah, i have no problems with women asking men out. :)
anyways, i'm gonna go home now. rain rain, go away!
friday night, john and i went to beard papa's! the verdict? disappointing. first, the cream puffs were expensive: $1.95 for one. they were decent-sized, and the cream filling was good. the the puff part wasn't very good. they were pre-made, not warm or anything. i was hoping that they'd be fresh out of the oven or something. oh well. maybe i need a second try, like i did with pinkberry.
after that, we walked over to wahoo's, grabbed some takeout, and went back to his place to watch the warriors/bulls game, which was pretty exciting. then, we went to paul's place to hang out for a bit before i went home.
saturday, i picked up john again, and we had lunch at st. john's for their half off burger special. we watched a bit of the australian open (federer vs. an unseeded opponent), where federer was taken to 5 sets. then, we went back to his place, hung out a bit, and i went home to take a nap while watching the duke/clemson bball game.
i met up some of the peeps at southland for dinner. afterwards, on the drive home, i got this huge stomachache. it was so bad that i thought i was going to pass out from the pain. i rushed into the house and took a huge dump. then, we watched the warriors/bucks game, where the warriors handed them a 20-point drubbing.
sunday, i went to jeremy's place to watch the patriots/chargers game. it was pretty tight; the chargers were limited to four field goals despite three red zone drives, and that was the difference. jack and his son anthony came later, and anthony and jeremy's daughter audrey played together. it was cute. it's funny what kids find interesting. there were so many toys in the house, but the kitchen set was what caught the kids' attention. they cooked up all sorts of goodies for us to eat (i.e. plastic food), and then, they ran up and down the hall with their roller luggage. cute!
jack and i left during halftime of the packers/giants game, and i rushed home to catch more of the game. i had to leave during the 4th quarter to go to jimmy's birthday dinner, and luckily i found the radio station that was broadcasting the game. i arrived to the restaurant to watch the rest of the game (with an order of jameson on the rocks), and i was so disappointed to see the giants win it with a lawrence tynes field goal in overtime. oh well. the packers offense was sputtering, and favre's interception sealed the deal. i gotta hand it to eli manning.
dinner was so-so. my ordered the chimichanga, and it was only okay. fiesta del mar's chimichanga kicks its ass. but it was good to see the gang there, and i hope jimmy had a good time. but it being a sunday, we didn't have an after party, and we couldn't get jimmy drunk. after we finished eating, we hung around in the parking lot for a little bit, and then i went to the airport to pick up nelson.
ah, so next week, there will be no football to watch. i'm actually a little glad; it'll be a nice rest for me. i think i'll plan a trip up to the city to see my taiko friend gina, and do some errands.
so M came over after lunch today to help me resolve my systemC model issue. he helped me for one hour, and i finally got it to run. i am SO grateful. i mean, not that many people would go back to a previous company to help out, you know? *genuflects* thanks, M! i told him that i'd take him out to lunch next week.
today's morning song: "stay (faraway, so close!)" by U2. it's one of the few U2 songs that i still like. i used to like U2 a lot; that _achtung, baby_ album takes me back to my high school days. but now, most of their songs really annoy me, especially their recent ones. i think bono has a god complex, especially during that one grammy award speech where he claimed that god spoke through him/them. ugh. what a load of crap.
does viagra make you blind? i'm referring to that comment i got last night/today. anyways, enough talk about fluffers. it's definitely an interesting topic, though. the other night, i was watching some japanese schoolgirl porn. i dunno. japanese porn just doesn't do it for me. i don't get off on watching some asian girl dressing up like a prepubescent student in those red/white/blue outfits. and the girls don't shave their pubes. i think i've gotten to the point where i expect women in the vids to do that. otherwise, it's just a mess down there.
one of my friends used to get brazilians, and she measured the size of her landing strip and gave me the dimensions. i was pretty turned on by that. i wonder if she'd show me if i asked. man, i haven't talked to her in a while; maybe i'll give her a call tonight. anyways, one of my favorite lines of hers was, "my nipples could cut glass right now!" haha. that was when we went clubbing one night in SF, and it was freezing out there. i love girls who are open about their bodies.
did you tell you guys about the time a girl picked me up on the dance floor? i went clubbing with yuji and maybe some other friends a few years ago, and we were just dancing and minding our own business, and this girl grabbed me and asked if i wanted to dance with her. i didn't want to be an asshole and say no, so i just went along. her name was "sherry," and she did NOT look good. i must have reflected that on my face, because she told me that i had a look of horror. i replied that it was just my "natural" face, which is actually not far from the truth. (if i relax all the muscles on my face, i have this look of disdain.) she laughed, but i guess she got on to the notion that i wasn't interested, and she left me alone after a few minutes. pretty ballsy girl, though; i gotta give her that.
i've always admired people who could go to bars/clubs and pick up. how do you do that? i'm really shy, and i could never imagine myself just walking up to a girl and talking to her, let alone get her digits and take her home with me with the intention of having sex with her. one time, in japan, a group of us went to a club, and my friend peter was bored, so he just announced, "dude, i'm going to go pick up." and ZOOM, off he went; he found a cute girl and just started making conversation with her. i was so impressed. (he failed to take her home, though.)
the one (and only) time in my life where i ever approached a girl and got her digits was when i was in japan drunk off my ass on whiskey. i guess alcohol is a catalyst for such actions, hehe. i will never forget that. i wonder how that girl is doing; she was kinda cute, i remember; she even visited me at stanford and gave me a totoro. mieko was her name.
i think i need to get drunk more often.
i miss alex's (technicolor.org) blog. i sort of had a suspicion that once she went to college, she would stop blogging. that happens to people. i mean, there's so much going on in college that side projects sort of fall by the wayside. i had two penpals and a girl that i liked back home when i first started school. i quickly forgot about them soon after. with making new friends, classes, homework, activities, and relationships, it's hard to keep up with stuff from the "old world," you know? oh well. alex was brilliant, and i will always remember her blog fondly.
i had pho for the first time in months today. since M was coming at 1pm, D and i got a quick lunch. we left at 11:30 and were back by noon. pho is quick! i guess all they need to do is pour some noodles and meat into a bowl and fill it with steaming soup. not much cooking required, huh? anyways, i added so much sriracha that my tongue and lips were burning, and my soup was a glowing red.
a lot of my friends have told me not to call them when i'm sitting on the toilet. why does it matter? what's the big deal? i make many phone calls when i'm taking a dump. the only problem, though, is that if i'm on a long call, it's hard to pull up/zip my pants with one hand, as the other hand is occupied by holding the phone. i can wipe my ass ok with one hand, but usually i have to sit on the toilet until my conversation ends. sometimes, i ask them to hold on while i stand up and zip up, but then, they can hear the flushing sounds, and they immediately know that i've been on the pot. but still, i don't get why it's gross to them. it's not like they're there, and they have to shake my hand or smell my shit or anything. *ponder*
ok, almost 6pm. i'm out of here in a jiffy. have a great weekend, folks!
ho hum. what a lazy day. i didn't do any work today because i'm stuck on my task, and i'm waiting for the old verification engineer (who left) to come tomorrow after lunch to help me. he's doing a good deed by having the heart to return to his old company, so i owe him at least a lunch or something. the thing is, though, he hasn't touched systemC since he left, so i hope he still remembers how everything works, and he's able to help me solve my problem.
this morning's random song: "on the sly" by thunderball. i doubt any of you know this song; it's one of the lounge (downtempo electronica) songs that i used to listen to when i was in my that phase a few years ago. if you know of thunderball, then i commend you for having good taste in music.
i hear american idol is getting lower ratings than previous years. and yeah, i'm getting sort of tired of the show, too. i don't laugh as much at the horrible auditions, and honestly, i prefer to see the good ones more than the bad ones. that kady malloy girl from last night's dallas auditions was pretty talented. and she's hot, too, even though she's blonde. i wonder if she's a plant.
ok, fluffers. i tried to do some research, and the only thing that offered some useful information (besides my gracious commenter) was the wikipedia article, which you can look up yourself. i was surprised to read that porn stars now rely on ED drugs like viagra to stay hard, thus negating the need for fluffers. it seems sort of dangerous to take drugs that you don't necessarily need, but hey, i guess a cheap pill is less expensive than hiring a fluffer, eh?
i'd like to see a taping of a porn scene so i know how much downtime there is between angle changes and stuff, and just to satisfy my general curiosity. some of the stuff i have is done in one long take, so i'm impressed that the guy has such stamina. i certainly couldn't last 15 or however long minutes or straight sex, even with the few seconds of lull in between position changes and stuff. which reminds me, one of my friends once told me that he double-bagged so he could last longer. ha! but doesn't that ruin the sensitivity and defeat the purpose of enjoying sex?
i am getting a ton of profile views on friendster lately, like 20 a day. where are all these people coming from, and how are they finding me? i'm noticing that a lot of them are overseas, like from china or (even more) from the philippines. and, like i said, i'm getting a ton of spam from personals ad companies. ugh. friendster is getting useless, just like orkut (for a while, when all these brazilians tried to contact me). i hope facebook doesn't ever get this way.
i met up with alan last night, and we went to dinner at L&L hawaiian bbq. i got this saimin for $3.50. it sounds cheap, but the food was even cheaper. it was simply a packet of bland instant noodles and two slices of spam. CRAP. i was sorely disappointed with my dinner. after, he went to a free seminar at REI about snowcamping. you know, where you dig a hole in the snow and sleep in it. it sounds completely uninteresting to me. i know, i'm really not the adventurous type, but what's so adventurous about that? the possibility of dying when the snow collapses on you? *shivers*
so for the patriots/chargers game, i'm going to jeremy's place to watch. i invited him over to my place so we could watch it in HD, but he has a kid, and i guess it's too troublesome to move the kid and all of her toys and stuff since she'd be bored at my place. man, kids can be a pain sometimes, i guess. i'm sort of disappointed that i'll have to watch it on his smaller low-fi standard-definition tube tv, but i guess it's the company that matters, right?
i was wandering around the cubicles today, and i noticed that one of the physical designers had an unsolved rubik's cube sitting on her desk. you all should know that now that i have a bit of an OCD thing when it comes to rubik's cubes. so i asked her if i could fix it for her, and she said yes. i took it, and about 10 minutes later, i returned it to her, all nicely solved. yay! (it would have been sooner, but i messed up my last move fixing that classic "H" pattern and had to start over.)
J bailed on me for lunch today, so i had lunch for the first time with A, just the two of us. i recommended barn thai since i was craving the poo. (that's jun pad poo for those of you who aren't in the know, hehe.) the first thing A asked me when we sat down was, "when are you getting married?" ha! he seemed genuinely interested in my well-being. we also started talking about how i'm not really close to my brother (although i would like to be), and how he wishes he lived closer to his own brother in portland. A has good family values.
my toe's healing seems to have stalled. i can walk normally now, but the bite site still hurts when i press on it. damn, how long is this going to take? i am itching to play basketball. *RAAR*
i have a massage in half an hour. i always remind myself not to drink as much so i don't have to pee during the session and ruin the experience. ok, take it easy, people.
so it turns out i didn't meet my parents at the airport today. my dad called me last night, and he said that it would be a pain for them to have to go through security again. i thought it was sort of a lame excuse, but hey, that's what he wanted. i was going to go anyway and surprise them, but their flight arrived early, and when i called them, they were off the plane and headed to the red carpet lounge to rest. oh well. right now, they're on their flight on the way to taiwan. i wish them a safe ride back home.
re: whistler. no, i will not take up snowboarding. i tried it once, and it fucking hurt. i have skiied before, and i was ok at it, but now i'm possessed by fear, and i have since "retired" from all winter sports. i *am* now thinking of going up there, though. maybe i'll read a book or something while they're up on the slopes. i haven't read a book in many years. it'll be good to get away.
today's random morning song: "siren song" by erasure. i forgot the name of the tune, so i googled "lyrics erasure facet of emotion." this song was on the _chorus_ album, and i saw that tour my freshman year in college. it was my first concert ever, and it was an amazing show. the sets were lavish, feature hot air balloons, boats floating across stage, etc. i've seen three erasure concerts, and they were all good. the only bands that i really want to see now are the cure and the beastie boys. that last one would be awesome.
i've been getting up earlier and earlier these days. today, i was woken up by the leaf blower dude outside, and i got out of bed at 9:15am, well before my 10:30 alarm. i even took my shit early, too. usually, it's my morning smoke that triggers my bowels, but this time, when i took my morning piss, my asshole opened up and let loose before my urine even came out. amazing! remember my early morning phase when i would get up around 7:30 or so? maybe it's gonna happen again, who knows.
so last night, i had grace's mom's turnip cake for dinner. i ate five pieces. they were really bland without soy sauce (i didn't have any), so for the last three pieces, i used one packet of taco bell fire sauce. hehe. i admit, i tasted a bit funny, i.e. chinese food with salsa, but it wasn't too bad. at least it had flavor.
so american idol! i watched all two hours of last night's season premiere. man, that kristy lee cook (not to be confused with rachael leigh cook, who i think is one of the cutest girls on the planet) is HOT. she's tall, attractive, cool, and she sings well, too. unfortunately, there is some controversy about her, because apparently, according to votefortheworst.com, she has already had a failed record deal with arista. (and, in her video, she's in front of a confederate flag, prompting some people to call her "kkkristy.")
so this season, it seems the producers are "planting" singers who have already had (failed) industry experience among the top 50. so much for the show being about finding brand new, "undiscovered" talent. i am sort of disappointed by this, because i want to believe in the show being about that ideal. oh well. i guess as long as the singers have talent, i shouldn't complain. oh, and i noticed that taylor hicks isn't in the show's opening montage. and i heard that he got dropped by his label. coincidence? i think not.
today, we took J out for his birthday lunch. (his birthday was actually on 12/24, but he was in HK for a couple of weeks.) we went to sushi tomi off castro. the food was only so-so, as i got the chicken katsu don, and gombei's version kicks its ass. william joined, and it was good to see him. afterwards, we went to tap-ex, and i convinced D to order the yogurt green tea. first mikeT recommended it to me, and i pass it on. yay!
so cindyT and i were e-mailing about fluffers. how does one get a job as a fluffer? you don't have to be attractive, right? i mean, you're not on film or anything; all you have to do is give good blowjobs and/or handjobs to keep the guy hard. well, i guess if you were hideous, the guy would take one look at you and become flaccid. hm. i want to investigate into this. how much does a fluffer make, anyway?
i wonder how much attraction plays a role in porn. i mean, if you don't like the girl, how do you have sex with her? i have never been in this situation before, but i doubt (maybe) i could pop a boner if i wasn't attracted to the girl. maybe that's why in porn, the girl has to give a guy a blowjob, you know, to get things started.
(i think) i was offered free sex a couple of times. once, i was driving this girl back from a party up in burlingame (or thereabouts), and she kept on repeatedly asking me if i wanted to crash at her place. i was not attracted to her at all. now, i wonder if i could have performed in bed had i attempted to sleep with her.
you would think that maybe close intimate contact with a woman, just the physical acts would make you aroused. i think that works with some guys, but i'm pretty resilient. that's why i get pretty bored with strippers. i think i've gotten hard only once or twice during a lap dance. other times, i just sit there, limp in my crotch. i mean, boobs are nice, and i do love and appreciate boobs, but there's no real attachment there. *shrug* the one time that i really got excited with this one girl, isa, who blew into my ear and rubbed her nipples all over my face. she was really cute, great face. yeah, i need a good face. but other times, nada. i wonder how disappointed the strippers get when they run their hands over my crotch and find a flaccid lump sitting there. ha!
whoops. losing track of time. gotta go pick up nelson and take him to the airport. ciao!
i had lunch in my cube (on a non-basketball occasion) for the first time in a very long time. the food? mcdonald's, which i haven't had since i was in taiwan last summer. i got a filet o' fish and a big mac. both were very good, especially the filet, which was rife with yummy creamy tartar sauce. that shit is good. when i was homesick during my six months in japan, i would go to mcd's and order a filet. since japanese people don't eat that stuff, they would have to make it fresh, and it came out steaming hot. *pats his belly*
i had dinner with jay and margaret at gombei (in downtown SJ japantown) last night. they felt guilty about their dog biting me, so they got me several pairs of puma socks. hehe. one of those pairs is baby blue! i wonder when i'll get a chance to wear them.
one of my pet peeves is when people pluralize a name that's not supposed to be. this usually happens when people refer to a restaurant, i.e. "nola's" instead of "nola," "gombei's" instead of "gombei." oh, and i'm pretty sure it's "99 ranch" instead of "ranch 99." yeah, i know it's a small and trivial thing to get up in a tizzy about, but i can't help it.
so i was e-mailing a friend, and she said that some actors in gay porn are actually straight men. !! that had never occurred to me! wow, i wonder if that's tough to do. i mean, i am not attracted to men at all, so i doubt i could pop a boner in the first place, let alone have sex with a man. apparently, she said the money is better in gay porn. but yeah, it would be hard. it's not like lesbian porn, where all you have to do is lick vadges and pinch nipples and insert dildos and stuff, and it doesn't matter if you're wet and sexually excited. for men, you have to get hard, and it's a totally *visible* attribute! i know i couldn't do it, no matter how much i'm getting paid.
so american idol starts tonight. two hours of auditions. i can't say that i'm terribly excited or anything. but i will watch. OCD sucks. there go my tuesday and wednesday nights for the next several months. jay and margaret also said that there are some democratic presidential candidate debates going on at the same time, and i really want to see that as well, so i know have a better idea who i'm voting for come november.
so my friend J recommended me a young (20-year-old) nubile tennis player a while back. ana ivanovic. yeah, i think she's pretty cute. good face, nice body. she happened to be on ESPN2 last night, playing in the australian open. they showed her stats, and i was surprised to find out that she's 6'1". that's HOT! tall, pretty girls bowl me over and make me weak. (k1 was 5'10", and i totally dug that about her.) and what's even hotter is that she's good at tennis, too. she's ranked #3 in the world (although she's seed 4th), and she's actually won tournaments. btw, i think anna kournikova is a dog. nasty face. just gross.
it looks like i'll be making two trips to the airport (SFO and SJC) tomorrow. i'm getting up early and meeting my parents at SFO as they have a layover on their way back to taiwan from dallas. and then, i'm taking nelson to SJC after work. ah, airports. such places of hello's and goodbye's.
i'm starting to wonder if i should get a new car. little things are breaking. like, i'm having that idle problem. and now, the light behind my odometer has flickered out, as well as the light behind the needle of my tachometer. i mean, they're not essential or anything, but just slightly annoying. my car's only 8 years old.
so alan and jay and the gang are going to whistler in a few months. they've asked if i want to go, and i've said no. i mean, what am i going to do by myself when they're up on the mountain snowboarding? it would be nice to get away, and plus i've never been there before, but that alone time would probably make me very bored. hm. maybe i could go there for like 2 days or something, but would that justify the cost of the flight? *ponder*
lately, i've been getting up before my alarm goes off, maybe by 45 minutes or so. perhaps i'm sleeping too early? i had a dream this morning that i was playing the go game with my company in london. and at one point, i was eating a popsicle, and my elementary school friend pritam pulled a plug at the bottom, and my popsicle started falling to pieces on the ground. what a mean thing to do!
every morning, i wake up with a song stuck in my head. i'm going to try to document that. today's song was "mario's cafe" by saint etienne.
ok, it's past 6pm. gonna go home soon.
so i got a business proposition through friendster the other day. this girl named shuhua (fob-looking, kinda fugly) from china was offering me $40K to marry me for three years to get an american citizenship. (she was also offering me $5K for a referral.) hm. no thank you! if she was hot, then maybe i would consider it (but then again, i struggle with finding a fob girl hot in the first place), but in the end, i just closed the window and didn't give it a second thought. friendster seems to be getting shadier and shadier now. i've also gotten like half a dozen spam messages on friendster over the weekend as well.
google phrase of the day: "anal insertion of garlic"
hm. why? well, i guess garlic is good for you, but i would question the safety of inserting something as caustic as garlic into a soft, tissue-y membrane as the anus. wouldn't that burn like a mofo? people sure do have some weird notions. i read somewhere (i think it was wikipedia) that it's really dangerous to insert garlic anywhere in the body. so don't do it!
once, i ate a whole clove of raw garlic. man, that was a bad idea. it burned a hole in my stomach. ouchie! i didn't get any spicy dumps, but i had a stomachache for a few hours. like i said, i had three spicy dumps within two hours over the weekend, brought on by that extra-spicy chicken chipotle pasta i ordered saturday night at the prolific oven. it really hurt to walk afterwards. the third dump was at adam's house during the chargers/colts game, and i was worried that his toilet wouldn't flush down the sludge that i excreted. (his toilet had been broken in the past; remember that one time where i had to fish out the toilet paper?)
i'm still quite bummed out about the cowboys game. i mean, diana noted that i was literally sitting on the edge of the couch while i was watching. during dropped passes and stuff, i got up and paced around, fuming. the only positive (and there are very few) is that i can now watch NFL and not be stressed out about it, but still, it's an exciting stress that i'll miss and won't feel anymore for the rest of the season. sigh. btw, i got quite a few test msg's saying "sorry" after the game. thanks.
so the CD that i sent to k1 for her birthday last november arrived in my mail last friday. apparently, she doesn't live at that address anymore. hm. the address that i mailed it to was a year old, so maybe she had moved since then? anyways, i looked her up on stanfordalumni.org, and i sent it to her work address this morning. hopefully, this time it'll get to her. international priority mail costs $11!
one thing i never tried was taking a shower with my gf with the lights turned off. i've heard that it's very sensual, because you can't see, and you have to rely on feel. hm. that sounds pretty cool. it's like having sex with a blindfold on, something that i've done before (like once). all of your other senses are heightened, especially the sense of touch. it's very cool. well, the next time i get an opportunity to shower in the dark with a girl, i'm gonna do it. i just hope i don't walk into a wall or fall over and break the glass door or something.
i own a pair of police-issue handcuffs. (i've also give them to at least three people as gifts.) i've never had a chance to use them during sex, though. that is also something that is on my bedtime play to-do list. ideally, though, i should get two pairs, one for each hand. the problem, though, is that i sleep on a futon, and i don't have bedposts to handcuff the hands to. hm. did you know that i carry handcuff keys on my keychain? yup. so if i ever need to unlock myself or someone else, i'm able to do it.
i taped 60 minutes last night before i went to dinner, and after i got home, i watched the report on zuckerberg, the founder and CEO of facebook. he's only 23! man, so young to be a potential billionaire and leader of a massive company. i hope he is able to guide facebook successfully. at 23, i was in no way capable of doing something so lofty. good luck to him!
i am walking 95% normally now. my toe still hurts when i press on it, though. and i tried running a few steps today in the parking lot, and i couldn't do it. sigh. i'll give myself another week of recuperation before i see if i can play basketball again. sigh. it's good that jay and margaret's dog bit me instead of a stranger, because a stranger would probably sue them. they're planning on meeting up with me and giving me a gift. i'm guessing it's socks, since their dog tore a hole in mine when he bit me. :) it's good, i'm running low on socks anyway.
is alcohol supposed to impede sexual performance? does it affect anything? i don't know where i heard that from; maybe it's just a myth. otherwise, there wouldn't be so many drunken hookups and stuff. it definitely makes people horny, that's for sure. my lone one-night stand was due to being blitzed from way too much drinking. and one of my ex's would get super-horny when she was drunk, but more often than not, she would pass out before we actually got to do anything. too bad, for me, that is.
ok, man, i want to leave, but i got a meeting at 5pm. who schedules meetings so late in the day? that's just as bad as scheduling lunchtime meetings!
so friday night, nelson and i went over to mikeT's place to watch _fresh_, the movie i recommended he get on netflix. first, we ate some pizza, and then, we settled down to watch the movie. it was good, but still, like the first time when i watched it (back when it came out in the theaters in 1994), i didn't get parts of the intricate plot. i swear, though, i've seen the movie on tv since then, because i've seen some of the scenes before, and nelson said the same thing. afterwards, we played some guitar hero and this golfing game on the wii. the golf was fun, although i didn't play very well (i was playing left-handed).
saturday, barden came over, and we grabbed some lunch at ryowa. i think i like ryowa better than maruichi. then, we tried out yogurt fantasy, this new shop opened by an acquaintance of mine (i don't know her very well, but i've met her a few times). i tried the "tart" flavor, and it tasted mildly similar to pinkberry's original, but the texture was all wrong. barden remarked that since it was non-fat, maybe that's why it wasn't smooth, as fat gives the yogurt a smoother texture. maybe. and, i asked for the mochi topping, and the girl just gave me a blank stare. rats.
then, we watched the seahawks/packers game. the seahawks jumped out to a 14-0 lead in like 4 minutes, but then, the packers scored touchdowns in 6 straight possessions. hot damn! it was a blowout. i couldn't tell if barden was severely disappointed or not. it was a snowstorm in lambeau field, and it looked miserable out there in green bay.
then, i went over to nelson's place to watch the first half of the jags/patriots game. it was a very high quality game, with both qb's playing very well. i think there was only one incomplete pass during the entire first half. then, we met up with mikeC at prolific oven for some extra spicy chicken chipotle pasta, which totally wrecked me. (i took THREE spicy dumps the next day, which really burned up my sphincter.)
after dinner, we rushed back and caught the end of the 4th quarter at mikeC's place. the patriots won, so i called up jeremy and congratulated him. then, we went to mountain view and met up with paul, leeya and john for some tapioca.
sunday, i got up at 9:30 and headed over to adam's place to watch the chargers/colts game. it was a very good and exciting game. i was very happy for adam when his chargers won. i was slightly disappointed i wouldn't see a repeat of the colts/patriots rematch, and i hope that LT and rivers are ok so they can put up a good fight against the patriots. otherwise, they're going to be demolished. we'll see.
after that game, i rushed over up north to watch the giants/cowboys game with diana. that was where my heart was broken. the cowboys lost, and i was pretty devastated. sure, we didn't play our best: our special teams let us down, we had way too many penalties, we dropped crucial passes, and we tackled poorly, but still, we had a chance to win, and we didn't do it. *sigh* we were the first NFC #1 seed to ever lose in a 12-team playoff format. first the mavericks make playoff losing history, and now the cowboys. what a year for dallas teams disappointments. :(
it finally sank in later on in the night, and i just screaming out "FUCK" repeatedly at home and in the car. i got home and tore off my troy aikman jersey as i changed into civilian clothes. ugh. i am still bummed, and it'll take me some time to get over this loss. so for now, i'm rooting for a patriots/packers super bowl.
for dinner, i met up with some people at dusita. man, that place is good. we got a lot of spicy dishes, and it was yummy. after that, i just called it a night and watched _sportscenter_ and relived the dallas loss over and over. it was touching to see terrell owens cry.
it was definitely a football-filled weekend. i don't think i could do it again, as i'm pretty burnt out. oh, and to top it all off, stanford lost this weekend to oregon, and they've dropped out of the top 25. fuck.
no, i've never had a wet dream. do they feel good? i mean, what goes on your head when you're having one? are you dreaming of having sex? do you actually feel the wonderfulness of the orgasm when you blow your wad? all these questions! i want one! although, the one pain in the ass would be having to clean it up. i mean, the sheets, the blankets, etc.
i had a towel next to my bed when i was sexually active. i used it to wipe off (both me and the girl) afterwards. it would get crusty, haha. but still, the sheets would get soiled and stuff, and (of course) i had to wash them periodically. the worst was the romping when she was on the rag. there would be bloodstains all over. and the smell! ick. have you ever chowed box while the girl was having her period? i've only done it a few times, and boy howdy, that was NOT a pleasant experience. (usually it was right after or during a shower, so it wasn't as bad as it could possibly be. and NEVER during chunky phase!)
there are a few people at my company who know my name, and i have no clue what their names are. how do they know me? one of them works in facilities, and she delivers the packages and stuff, so i can explain that one. but today, this bald bespectacled asian guy was walking around, and he said, "hi dardy," and i was like, "huh?" i have only seen him once or twice before. hm. that's one to ponder. i don't even think he works in my division.
so my patriots/jaguars watching buddy bailed on me. (his wife is sick, so it's a good excuse.) diana (my cowboys/giants buddy) is also iffy (business trip), so i need to find new partners to watch some games with. any takers? i think i'm going to be really nervous during the cowboys game, especially if the game is close or the cowboys fall behind. *shivers* a lot of people are predicting an upset, so i'm going to keep my fingers crossed on that one.
so during the NYE party, mikeT asked for some movie recommendations. i thought about it, and one movie that i watched as a teenager (back in 1994?) was _fresh_. i was always fond of it, although now i don't know if it's as good as i had remembered it to be. but anyways, i recommended it, and mike put it on his netflix queue. it came in the mail the other day, so i'm going over to his place tonight to watch it again. i hope he's not disappointed! i hate it when my recommendations aren't received well. i feel guilty for wasting people's time, and worse, i feel bad that my tastes look shitty.
one time, in high school, i recommended _basic instinct_ as a date movie. ha! i was visiting my friend jesse's older brother raymond, and he flew in a date for a weekend event at rice university. (i was visiting the college for evaluation.) so we all went to the movie together, and after that first sex/ice pick scene, raymond leaned over, looked at me, and gave me the eyes of death. hehe. but i had no idea, seriously! *innocent look*
so i can almost walk normally now. but because i've been used to limping for the past week, i'm still walking a little funny. i'm sort of hesitant to shower, though, because the water softens up the fat scab, and i want it to stay hard. hm. i just hope i heal someday soon because i want to play basketball and get some exercise, and i'm tired of the pain.
i was e-mailing cindy about orgies yesterday. i'm curious about them. not that i really want to participate in one, but i'm just wondering how they operate. like, are there rules? what type of people organize them? what do you (a guy) do when you're finished? how do you clean up after all the spooge? do the women accept all the schlongs that are flashed in their faces/vadges/anuses? what if you're not attracted to the person that wants to have sex with you? do you have to show proof of STD-freeness? there are so many logistics involved!
so CES (consumer electronics show?) was this week. apparently, our company had a successful outing, although you have to take that with a grain of salt. what's more intriguing to me is that there is usually the adult video convention at the same time at the neighboring las vegas convention center. i would like to go to that sometime and see what that's all about. the one time i went to CES, back in 2000 (i think), i almost made the trek over to the sands just to take a peek, but it turned out to be too far of a walk. i think two porn stars came over, because there were two girls who were way too slutty to belong to a geek show like CES.
ok, it's 5pm. i'm tired of this week, and i'm looking forward to tonight's movie night at mike's. not sure if i'm up for the four football games, though. either way, have a STUPENDOUS weekend, folks! GO COWBOYS!
last night, i had a nice sex dream. it was only the second time in my life that i actually achieved penetration, though. it was pretty damn cool. i'd certainly like to have more dreams like that in the future. i think the girl was k2, but in my hazy memory, i can't be sure. but either way, i enjoyed it a lot. unfortunately, though, i didn't get to finish. (if i did, would i have achieved a wet dream? i've never had a wet dream in my life.) and then, i woke up, and i realized, "hey, i'm single. drat."
i've always wondered what it would be like if my gf gave me a blowjob while i was still sleeping. would that sexual act translate to me having a dream of getting a bj? if so, what would happen if i dreamt that some *other* girl was doing it? it would suck if i called out the other girl's name, and the current girl got pissed off and bit my schlong's head off. *shivers*
one time, after having had sex, my gf immediately asked me about a friend of mine. i got very suspicious, like she was thinking about my friend while we were romping. that sucked. i didn't pry or anything, but deep down, i was sort of fuming inside. *RAAR*
so my toe is getting a teeny bit better day by day. it's only been 4 days since the bite. a scab forms overnight (i sleep without a bandaid on), but the past 2 days, it's melted by the time i get off work. the first day, i had antibacterial ointment and a bandaid. the second day, i had just a bandaid. so today, i'm just wearing socks with no bandaid. we'll see what happens after today. if the scab keeps melting, then i might have to wear slippers of flip-flops to work. the "melted" scab part looks like a piece of fat or muscle poking through the wound. ewww.
foot injuries are serious things. feet are the foundations of our bodies; without them, we can't ambulate. if you want to knock someone down or immobilize them in a gun fight, just shoot them in the foot, that's what i say. hehe. when i used to play mechwarrior (old school!), i used to aim for the enemy's leg. can't fight when you can't stand up!
i had lunch with nelson today (basketball day, and i can't play). we were supposed to banjara (haven't been there in at least 3 years), but when we got there, the place had been demolished! it used to be in sunnyvale town and country, but they're tearing that place down. sigh. banjara has awesome chicken makhani (butter chicken), and they make fresh naan as well. that's too bad. i shall miss that place. once, i saw an indian woman there eating with her hands, and her hand was entirely covered in orange goop. that kind of grossed me out.
so drat. i was all ready to wash my hands of _the real world_ last night, but next week, there's the reunion show. i'll have to watch that as well. man, dunbar is such an asshole. i have never seen anybody with such anger management issues. oh well, his girlfriend is doing to dump his ass (i hope she does), and it's his own fault for not having self-control. he's the least likeable character of the bunch.
i wonder how invasive the cameras are in reality shows. i mean, they really get in close on the people. like, you're having an intimate moment or conversation with someone, and BAM! the camera's right there! i'd feel pretty self-conscious, i think. i mean, in _the real world_, they even go in the bathroom and stuff, when the people are taking showers! (the midsections of the glass walls are frosted over so you can't see the naked bits. boo hoo.)
last night, i went over to grace's after work, and she fried me up some of her mom's taiwanese-style turnip cake. it was pretty good. i took home a whole tupperware full of the stuff, so that's what i'm going to have for dinner tonight. thanks, grace's mom! while i was there, john and i also bought 4 $80 tickets to the mavericks/warriors game on 3/30. i'm excited! the seats are in the corner and on the upper deck, and they're on the very first row. i hope we get a good view, as i've never been to oracle arena before.
on skinny girls, i think a B-cup is just fine and dandy. any bigger, and it starts to get a little lara croft-ish. unnatural. a couple of my ex's have been 32B's, and they were perfect. ah, boobs. gotta love them. what i don't understand is how some women have those 50-inch boobs. you know, like the freakazoid breasts that are as big as watermelons, literally. why? not only are they out of this world, how unwieldy and ridiculous do they look? and who would find that sexy? i just don't get it.
ok, i just checked my toe, and the scab is still there. so i think no-bandaid and lots of off-shoe airing is the key. trust me, you don't want to see the melted-scab fat blob. it's supergross. i still don't know if i need surgery to remove it, though, or whether once it scabs over for a week it'll just fall off by itself.
greg sent out this evite to go see cadavers this weekend. i declined; i have already seen one plastination exhibit with adam and rae a while back. it was neat, but very spooky, once you know that these things used to be real people. one exhibit showed cross-sections of a human body from head to toe, and that was the most disturbing. you could imagine them sawing up a person in slices, just like that horse scene from _the cell_. *shivers*
ok, that's it for me today. gonna wrap up my workday and go home and eat turnip cake!
i got jimmy and sabrina's wedding invitation yesterday. they used scented envelopes! it smells very chinese, like the way those little jewelry pouches or a brand new chi-pau would smell. it's not a bad smell, but just very strong. i left the invitation in my car overnight, and now my car has the odor all over. yay, another wedding to go to! (this one it's mid-march.) i wonder if they'll have whiskey there; i may have to bring my own bottle to the event.
so i'm planning on watching all FOUR nfl playoff games this weekend, each game with a different person (barden, jeremy, adam, diana). i think my brain is going to be totally fried afterwards. that's over twelve hours of football! as it turns out, the game i care the most about (cowboys/giants) is the last one, so i'm going to get more and more nervous as the weekend goes by. i'm really scared of the giants, to be honest. they're peaking at the right time, and the cowboys are slumping at the worst possible time. ugh.
for lunch, four of us went to specialty's on bowers and 101. it's this sandwich/soup place, and i was not impressed. i got a tuna salad sandwich on herb bread, and the bread smelled really funky. the sandwich was just under $5, so i guess what can you expect? the place was packed, though. oh well. no need to go there again. i had been curious about this place ever since they opened up. but it's just another deli-style restaurant. ho hum.
my mom called me today, and she did this weird medical thing where she stood up and soaked her feet, and it was supposed to "pull" the impurities and heavy metals from her body into the solution at her feet. has anyone heard of anything like this? for her, the water turned brown. eww. i guess it's a good thing, getting all the toxic chemicals out of her body. i wonder what toxins are in my own body; i take a lot of medications, and i'm sure i've got a lot of nasties circulating in my system. but i've never heard of a treatment like this before. sounds really sketchy, but in a cool way.
ok, about why my friends are keeping a dog that bites people. the quick answer is that they won't if the dog continues to be vicious. they're going to have kids soon, and if the dog keeps on doing this, they're definitely going to get rid of it. plus, jay is a surgeon, so his hands are his livelihood, and he's already gotten bitten on his hands before. so if kobe (the dog's name) won't behave, they'll send him packing. did i already mention that the dog had been abused by its previous owners, and that's why it's all fucked up?
so healing has been very gradual, and very slow. i can put a little pressure on my big toe now, but just a little. the flesh that's poking out of the skin had scabbed up, but yesterday, i put some antibacterial ointment on it, and through the course of the workday, it disappeared and became all "fleshy" again. so today, i'm going with just a bandaid and no ointment. we'll see how it looks when i get home. man, i wonder how long it's going to take until i heal. i want to walk normally again! not to mention the lack of exercise. *sniff* i miss basketball.
justin's back from HK! it was good to see his face again. i saw his car in the parking lot when i came back from lunch, but he pre-empted my visit by popping in my cube to say hi. he partied like a rock star on NYE, going to an all-you-can-drink pub for $50 and then clubbing until dawn. he really knows how to have a good time.
tonight, if all goes well, john and i are going to buy warriors/mavericks tickets for march 30th. cheryl and greg will be joining us, so it'll be a grand night out. i wonder if there will be trash talking during the game. i'm not a big trash talker at all, so i'll probably just sit there and take it, hehe. the warriors are pretty good this year; they beat the spurs the other night in OT.
i can totally tell that i'm more into stanford men's bball than the mavericks. i actually cheer and clap and hoot when stanford scores. for the mavs, i'll just smile and say "good shot" or something tame like that. i guess school pride beats out hometown pride as far as basketball goes. but i definitely love my cowboys, though; i think it's a tie as to who i like more: the cowboys or the stanford men.
tonight's the season finale of _the real world_. i don't remember why i started watching this season in the first place, and the show was only so-so. i think kellyanne was the cutest girl (of course, she's a brunette), and man, shauvon had some huge boobs. one curious thing that happened in last week's episode was when they got in the hot tub; two of the girls went in topless! man, if i were a girl, i wouldn't be so open about showing off my boobs. maybe if my breasts were fantastic or something, i would flaunt them, but still, that's pretty daring.
i remember the first time i touched a girl's vadge. she was wearing these super-super-short shorts (denim ones). we were making out, and she was sitting on my lap, straddling me. so i just snuck my hand in there, and she was wet! i was 17, and i didn't quite know what to do at that point. so i just kept sliding my finger along the ridge, thinking, "hm, this is neat." unfortunately, my roommate kept on coming in and out, so she kept popping off of my lap pretending like we were just talking, haha. but apparently, she was very excited and horny. eventually, we went to her room, but by the time we got there, she had lost it. :( ah, first times...
yay for vaginas!
so today is slightly better. i was able to sleep without much disturbance from the pain in my toe. i can put a *little* bit of pressure on it, although it's still a little swollen. man, i wish i had mutant healing powers, like wolverine or lady deathstrike. i'm wearing the loosest shoes i have, which are my puma avanti's. and of course, i missed basketball today. instead, i had mongolian bbq with four of my ex-coworkers. that gave me massive food coma, but it was all worth it. heal, damnit, heal!
re: sex with a sleeping girlfriend. hey, there were times when she woke up, felt my tumescent boner, and hopped on. so we're even. those times, i was usually happily sleeping away, so i was like, "get off of me," but once i realized i was having sex, i naturally acquiesced and enjoyed the ride, literally. *shrug* sometimes you wake up feeling horny, and if you gotta go, you gotta go. ha! it's all about fulfilling needs.
i might be recruited to represent my company at the stanford job fair. while i think i am a good candidate to go, i don't have that many good things to say about my company. i mean, i don't think it's a shitty job or anything, but we don't do much new design here, which is the coolest thing about doing a hardware-related job. there's some bad news floating around the company; i'm hearing rumors, and the prognosis ain't good. i hope there isn't going to be a layoff. *crossed fingers*
so my dad is doing some crazy stuff. he flew back to taiwan (my mom and grandparents are still in dallas), and he's going to fly back to dallas in less than a week to accompany them on the way to taiwan. that's a lot of travelling! i really worry about his excess travelling. he's not young anymore, and all these plane flights (plus his workaholic temperament) must wear him down. *sigh* he needs to take care of himself more. one thing that i probably inherited from my parents is a lack of ability to take care of oneself.
every morning, i wake up with a different song stuck in my head. you might think this is the song that's playing when my alarm goes off (i have my alarm clock set to 106.5fm), but it isn't. it's always some other random song. weird. today, it was john mayer's "waiting for the world to change." i HATE that song! *RAAR* having a song you dislike playing over and over in your head is really infuriating.
do you guys get random yahoo IM message popping up? i do. they're from undecipherable usernames, and most of the times, they're blank windows. when i logged on yahoo IM after coming back from LA, i must have gotten a dozen offline messages from these weird usernames. what the fuck? who's behind these? bastards!
so _american idol_ starts in exactly a week. i'm sort of reluctant to start watching, because the entire season is quite a hefty commitment. i especially hate those back-to-back 2-hour nights when the top 24 perform (12 girls on one night, 12 boy on the other night). but hey, it's american pop culture, and i do like following it.
i just got off of a 23-minute conversation with amy. i miss her. i haven't seen her since 2003, during my east coast tour. she might be flying out in two weekends, so i hope she does it. yay! we talk about our relationship issues; she's a highly sought after girl, from what i gather. i ran into a classmate of hers a few months ago, and the dude said that "everyone wanted to date her." i'm not surprised.
hm. what to do tonight. i'm not hungry at all. maybe i'll have a cereal dinner. i haven't had one of those in over a month. but i need to get milk. that requires more walking on my hobbled foot. *RAAR*
i crave pinkberry.
one of my ex-coworkers is opening up a videogame store, a "play and trade" chain store. apparently, the initial investment was somewhere near $200K. wow! i hope it's successful. i don't have the money or the business savvy to do something like that. nelson wants to open up a beard papa's on castro, which i think would be a good idea. he looked up the franchise fee, and it's somewhere around $250K, not counting the real estate or equipment costs. double wow!
i still want to try beard papa's. the last two times i've gone, it's been closed. damn. what kind of place closes at 8:30 on a weekend? true, it's in a strip mall (the cupertino location), so there's not much foot traffic, but still, that's early!
ok, 'tis time to wrap this one up. gotta figure out what i'm eating tonight.
man, i'm walking around like a crippled person. it was hard falling back asleep this morning with my throbbing toe. there was still blood on my band-aid when i got up, so i think my wound is still bleeding. ugh. i think it's inflamed, too, because the side of my big toe hurts when i press on it. *RAAR* %!@# dog. cesar millan, help!
so if everything goes right, i just might watch all FOUR of the NFL playoff games this upcoming weekend with various people. wouldn't that be crazy? that's TWELVE hours of football! but i know i should do it, because i'm going to regret not doing it when the season is over. there are only 7 games left in the season, and i should soak it all in. man, this season flew by, as it always does. go cowboys! terrell owens, please heal that ankle sprain!
the other night, when i got home, i noticed this big blotch on the wall. it turned out to be a 3-inch-wide spider. eek! it was HUGE. at first, i didn't know what to do. i looked for some raid, but i didn't have any. so what i did was get some paper towels, and i enveloped the spider, squealed as i ran to the bathroom, and flushed the mass down the toilet. spiders freak me out. i think i have a bit of arachnophobia. usually, i don't like killing things, but flushing spiders down the toilet is something that i have no hesitation doing.
so because i can't play basketball, i need to make alternative plans for lunch since my usual lunch buddy (D) plays ball. tomorrow, i'm having mongolian BBQ with some ex-coworkers. i'm looking forward to that. but i wonder who i can eat with on thursday. sigh. this dog bite is really putting a damper on my life.
so some blogs i read haven't been updated for months. i wonder what's going on with their authors. sometimes they just get lazy, or they lose interest in blogging, or they don't have time to update (which i think is a pretty lame excuse). sometimes it's drama that can't be talked about. but whatever the reason, i get frustrated when i've been clicking on a blog for months on end, only to the find same old last entry. come on people, you need to satisfy your audiences!
to be honest, there are days when i don't feel like writing at all. but i force myself to do it. i think blogging daily is a good exercise, a way to "clean out" your brain. and i know that most people don't feel this way, but i feel like i owe my readers a snippet of my daily thoughts. yeah, i'm a slave to you guys, haha.
do you guys get morning wood very often? i think i get one every day. and they are RAGING. and they're very inconvenient because the first thing i do when i get out of bed is take my morning leak. and you can't do it when you've got a hard on, you know? so i find myself sitting on the toilet, thinking about baseball or humming some random tune, waiting for it to subside.
what's interesting about morning wood is that i'm not really horny despite the stiffy. but i guess if i had a gf next to me, i wouldn't mind having a nice morning romp in the sack, that is, if she were wet as well. do girls have the equivalent or morning wood, i.e. morning moistness? i've checked before with my ex's, like i've woken up in bed and hand-checked their vadges to see if they were wet. and if they were, there were a few times when i just rolled them on their backs and gotten on top and humped away while they were still sleeping.
one of my ex's used to get home before i did after work, and she would take naked naps in my bed, waiting for me. that was very cool. it's always nice to come home to a hot naked girl and have some steamy post-workday sex before dinner.
so, BCS title game tonight. LSU or OSU? i hope OSU doesn't suck it up like they did last year against florida. i was never a big fan of college football, although the one game i probably would have liked (oklahoma vs. boise state last year) was one that i missed. oh well.
anyways, i'm gonna head off soon. going to go home and take a look at my toe and see how bad it looks. i bet spending all day couped up in socks and shoes didn't do it any good. i might wear slippers tomorrow to work or something.
friday night, four of us went to yiassoo (john was still sick and didn't want to get communal food) for dinner. man, i like their fries. afterwards, we went back to john's place to watch the end of the mavs/heat game. the mavs played down to the competition, and it was a close game, which made me disappointed. afterwards, we went over to paul's place, where the guys got set up to play LAN games. i left before they started.
saturday, i got some jack in the box for lunch, and then cindy came over to watch the redskins/seahawks game. (she's a maryland native, so she cheered for the 'skins.) the redskins were down 13-0, but then came back with two good touchdowns. but then, the seahawks blew open the game, much to cindy's dismay. i have never seen her curse so much. :(
then, i watched part of the jaguars/steelers game, and then switched over to the stanford/USC game. it was a close one, and boy, was it UGLY. stanford won 52-46, but shot only TWENTY-SEVEN percent from the field. man, how can you win shooting like that? still, we got a win, and boy howdy, we're still ranked!
right after the game, i called up john, and we joined mikeC for dinner at this korean fried chicken place called "99 chicken." it was decent stuff, although their "spicy sauce" chicken wasn't as good as the regular. i ate seven drumsticks and was stuffed afterwards. after that, we went back to john's place to play with the dogs and watch a little tv. then, i went home.
sunday, i met up with grace for dim sum at 11am at dynasty. aimee and her friend jason joined us, and before we knew it, we had a full party of 8. 11am is a good time to go to dynasty; the tables are easy to get, even for a big party like we had. man, i love dim sum. i ate my fill of leek dumplings, and the tab was only like $14 per person.
after that, i went over to adam's place to cheer on his chargers against the titans. his team was blanked 6-0 in the first half, but they came back to score 17 unanswered points. good job. but against the colts next week, they'll have to do better than that, and the bad news is that antonio gates got injured.
i left for alan's house afterwards, and we went over to valley fair to look for a coat (ting) and shoes (alan). both searches were fruitless, and then we met up with jay and margaret at krung thai. i'm really disappointed with the size of their dishes. the jun pad poo was awesome as usual, but still, it was small.
then, we went over to jay's place, and the night turned ugly. that was where i met kobe the vicious maltese. he's an abused dog, and he snarls like a gremlin and bites as well. at one point, i was told to walk up to him and not make eye contact, and the fucking dog BIT ME ON THE BIG TOE. he punctured my sock and sliced a gash right between the nail and the skin, and it got really bloody. and it hurt like a motherfucker.
luckily, jay and margaret are both doctors, so they treated me with iodine, antibacterial ointment, and gauze and tape. it throbbed in pain as i drove home, and it was hard to sleep last night. this morning, it was swollen, and it's really hard to walk now. the most disappointing thing (aside from the extreme inconvenience) is that i can't play basketball for a while now. shit. i hope i don't get rabies and die.
so that was a shitty ending to an otherwise good weekend of friends, food and sports. i hope my toe heals well; it sucks to limp around.
so the stanford/ucla game turned out to be a decent game, although we lost. it was only a one-point game at the half, but ucla's three-point shooting (man, josh shipp was deadly), coupled by stanford's inability to score from point-blank range (robin lopez missed a dunk, TWICE), made for a nine-point loss. we better win against usc tomorrow. if cal can beat them, then we can, too. i'll be watching.
on the way out, traffic was horrible. alan decided to take a right turn on arguello, which turned out to be a dead end. by the time traffic lightened up, everybody had gone home already. what the hell happened? hehe. next time, i'm going to suggest parking at the wilbur dormitory lot and just walking farther, provided it's not raining.
when i got home, i checked my e-mail, watched a bit of sportscenter, and was all ready to go to bed at 11pm, but then, i was starving. i had only had a $5 hot dog at maples, so i decided to make a taco bell run. man, taco bell is the best stuff when i'm hungry. i took a major crackly dump this morning, though. no doubt due to the late meal i had yesterday and the fire sauce i had with it.
so i bought a big bouquet of lilies from the sympathy department of ftd.com for my friends' loss. the flowers were like $140. not that i mind paying that much, but who knew flowers cost so much? they're just flowers! i never gave my ex-girlfriends flowers very often, so i guess i'm not used to the prices. but aren't a dozen roses only around $20-30? are lilies rare or something?
it was raining so hard today (with high winds as well) that a big tree fell down on central expressway as i was going to work. luckily, one lane was open, otherwise i would have been fucked. it was pouring during lunchtime; D and i looked outside and decided to eat at the cafeteria instead. yes, it was *that* bad. i NEVER eat at the cafeteria, haven't done it in well over a year. at least the food (mediterranean stuff) was edible today.
this weekend, aside from all the sports watching, i'm having hawaiian-style oxtail soup with the taiko gang! i don't know what it's going to taste like, but i'm excited nonetheless. my mom makes a mean oxtail soup; i like the way the meat is so tender that it just falls off the bone. it's very hearty, just right for the cold wet rainy days that we're having.
i checked out a blog referral, and the phrase was an image search for "hard nipples." (i was on there because of my picture of kate beckinsale.) i looked through some of the images, and one of them was this girl who had like 2-inch nipples. how do you wear clothes over that? do you just fold the nipple over and put a really hard-skinned bra over them? is that uncomfortable? man, they looked like tentacles or antennae. how would you feed a baby with those things? amazing, the variations of nature.
randy spears is amazing. for those of you who don't know, he's this porn star, but the thing is, he must be 50 or something. he's got grey hair, a sizable pot belly, and a schlong that's old and withered (it's still a decent size, though. do penises shrink with age?). but he still gets to have sex with women. how does he stay in the business? who finds him sexy? 60-year-old post-menopausal ladies? i mean, ron jeremy is out of the porn industry, right? i always found him to be creepy and slimy.
the stock market sucks. i've lost about $10K from the investments that i made in the past few months. i guess i'll just have to wait it out. it's ok; i didn't buy them on margin or anything, so i won't be getting any margin calls like i did years back. that really sucked. but it does hurt to see my stocks hurting. i'm thinking about buying even more, though, you know, to average down. is that a good idea?
i wonder what it's like to be divorced. i mean, once you get married, you get in this frame of mind that you're set for life. i mean, no more dating, no more insecurity; you have a partner for life, right? how comfortable! but if it doesn't work out, and you get divorced, BAM, you're single again, and you're suddenl