Tuesday, 30 June 2009

  • Michelle and Sonlay Cook #4

    Today Michelle and I decided to cook some food together again. Originally she wanted to buy some ramen after class at the local market by my house and cook that for lunch. However, once we got in the market I offered something else to eat and that was curry. The inspiration for curry came up when I saw a ramen bag with curry flavor on the rack of noodles in the market. That instantly made me want curry for lunch instead of ramen.


    Our Golden Curry Box


    Grillin' the meat


    Toss in the potatoes, carrots, celery, etc.


    Four cups of water and one package of curry mix [4 cubes]


    Let it cook for a good 15-20 mins


    Cook some rice while you are waiting


    Make sure to watch out for the steam


    Stir then BOOM! Curry.

    Okay that wasn't exactly the directions of what to do, but it was the jist of it. Even though this wasn't the hardest meal to cook, I was still glad I got me some curry.

    Later Days...


Saturday, 27 June 2009

  • Do I give the G-Vibe?

    Yesterday I celebrated my six months anniversary with my girlfriend, Michelle. We saw Transformers 2, went downtown, ate at the Cheesecake Factory, and had a romantic walk on the docks in San Francisco. Even though the day was great there was one thing that was most memorable to me and it isn't something related to my girlfriend and I...

    This incident included my girlfriend, myself and my girlfriend's friend who was also my student from my job. If you don't know already I work with incoming freshmen and transfers to San Francisco State University on getting to know SFSU, learning how to register for classes, and getting enrolled in classes for Fall '09.

    The incident went a little something like this:

    Sonlay and Michelle walking downtown after eating dinner at the Cheesecake Factory.

    Girl at the corner of the street catches eyes with Michelle and both the girl and Michelle smile and quickly head toward each other. Girls hug and smile.

    Friend notices Sonlay and says, "Hey that was my Gatoraider." [My job position title is Peer Advisor aka Gatoraider]

    Sonlay fake half smiles toward Friend.

    Friend still stares down Sonlay, but gives a dirty look. Friend hunches down toward Michelle's ear and whispers something in her ear.

    Sonlay looks confused and is worried that she is whispering on how he might have messed up her classes that she enrolled for in Fall '09.

    Michelle laughs outloud and says, "He's my boyfriend!"

    Friend goes, "Oh." While still staring Sonlay down.

    Girls do small talk for 10-15 more seconds and Friend leaves when the crosswalk shows that it is okay to cross.

    Sonlay asks Michelle, "What did she whisper to you? I hope she didn't say I messed up her schedule."

    Michelle replies, "She said she thought you were gay..."

    Sonlay goes

    -----

    I won't lie after I found that out I was hoping I did fuck up her schedule for Fall '09.

    Immediately after this incident I texted some of my friends and coworkers about what just happened.

    Their replies looked like this:

    Amy: Omg lol
    Chris: hahahahahahahahah!! i ran into someone i gatoraided today as well. lol.
    Kevin: fail
    Joerel: omg wat no way!
    Andrew: Dude
    Sam: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! thats hilarious. i always knew u were hiding something from me


    Do you readers get Gay Vibes from me? Do you sense any from this professional photo of myself?

    Later Days...

    P.S. I have never been assumed by another for being gay. I have nothing against gay people so that isn't the reason why I found her whisper to my girlfriend offensive. I found it offensive on how she whispered it to her while giving me a dirty look.

Thursday, 25 June 2009

  • "The Climb" - David Sides/Ahmir

    I don't usually post blogs dedicated to Youtube videos, but I felt like I had to share this video. This video is a video of David Sides playing to "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus and with Ahmir singing. I know there are many Cyrus haters, but with Ahmir singing it actually sounds really good.



    Damnit, black people just know how to sing with soul. Why can't us Asians be the same?

    Later Days...

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

  • The right time to click Facebook's "I Like This" Button

    I am all for Facebook. I believe that Facebook is what keeps people together virtually, but there is one feature in Facebook that bothers me a little and that is the "I Like This" button. The "I Like This" button is a feature you can click when someone puts a new Facebook status up, a Youtube video, or even photos of their night.
     


    You can use this on anything on Facebook except, which is why I have one problem with it and that is some abuse it.

    Actually there is one specific person I know that abuses this feature, which is why I am blogging about this. I am not going to say the person's name, but damn the way the person abuses it annoys me. This person abuses  it on everything. Could be a photo of Rihanna getting beat, a girl giving an emo status about their date, or even about a person's who was just in a "in a relationship" to a "single". This person that I know uses it for everything and for some reason it bothers me.

    Here is an example:



    I don't know about you, but this person does not seem happy and this abuser "likes it". Maybe him not commenting and explaining himself bothers me or how he is just clicking this for anything. But I don't know, I know one thing for sure though... I am pathetic for blogging about this.

    Later Days...



Tuesday, 23 June 2009

  • I blame puberty for being monotone

    Honestly is being monotone a bad thing? Does being monotone make you are an emotionless person or a person who is labeled boring? Honestly does it?


    Well if you didn't know I am monotone person. [Raises hand] I have been told and am very aware that I am monotone person. In fact, I have been told by so many people that even my boss is starting to point it out.

    At work my work I have to introduce myself for like five to fifteen seconds in front of all my students on stage in the morning and apparently my introduction sticks out the most out of all the workers. Not because I am smiling or energetic, but because I am the "emotionless" one on stage. It is so noticeable where my boss told me during lunch on how unexcited I seem on stage and how I need to work on it or she will start calling me out on stage for being unexcited and emotionless in front of all my students (I work with new transfers and frosh at my university and we get about 200 students a day). It was awkward to hear, but also infuriating because I feel like she was not criticizing me to improve my working style, but criticizing me as a person. And also because the other workers are emotionless and unexcited on stage too, but just mine sticks out because my voice is lower than others.

    I have been monotone since practically ever since my balls officially dropped in puberty. My voice got super low and I lost my childish high pitch voice. All my emotions were in those high positioned balls and those emotions are long gone now. That is why I feel like I should say to my boss,

    "Blame my balls for dropping 10 years ago because I definitely do."


    [Okay I am not as bad as this guy]

    Later Days...

Monday, 22 June 2009

  • Family Members Finding Your Virtual Accounts

    I never thought it would happen to me. Never in my 21 years did I think it would happen, but it did.

    One of my family members found one of my online accounts and added me.


    I know a few people whose parents added them on facebook, xanga, or anything related, but I never thought it would happen to me. I always thought I would never catch this virus and others would instead. Instead I was side swept and hit out of no where. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to wake up in the morning to an email notifying me that my dad just added me on Twitter.

    Why me God why?!

    We must stop family members adding us on our virtual accounts or this disease will keep growing.



    Later Days...

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

  • I Hate Helicopter Moms

    I hate helicopter moms. If you do not know what a helicopter mom is here is a definition from Urban Dictionary.

    Helicopter Mom:

    A hovering & controlling, but well-meaning, parent who gets way too involved in her child's life to the point of doing things that are completely inappropriate, such as personally attending all of little Sweetiepie's extracurricular activities, writing medium-sized Sweetiepie's school application essays, and submitting full-grown Sweetiepie's job applications.

    If you readers haven't noticed I haven't been as active on Xanga as I usually am. I haven't really commented other xangas, read other xangans, or posted frequently as I usually do. The only thing I have really done on Xanga from time to time is Xanga Pulse.

    The reason for this unactiveness is because I have been working since the start of summer. I work as a Peer Advisor aka GatorAider for San Francisco State University. I help the new freshmen and transfers for Fall '09 to register for classes and get to know SFSU. It is a 7:30 AM to 4:30 PM job, but a little longer if you count me having to wake up at 5:30 AM and sometimes leaving work as late as 5:30 PM.

    I have enjoyed the job a lot so far. I feel respected by my fellow GatorAiders and students, but there is one group that bothers me and those are Helicopter Moms. There is always one when I work. They nag, ask a lot of questions, and just plain out piss me off. I hate them for many reasons:

    1. They do everything for their child so their child don't learn anything.
    2. They get mad at you if they feel that you aren't giving them the correct answer.
    3. They think that they know more than you even though you have been trained.
    4. They blame you even though you are the messenger.
    5. They ask so many questions.
    6. They keep asking the same question even though you answered their question the first time.
    7. They are upset when that they can't work with their child.
    8. They are rude if you aren't on their good side.
    9. They cut in when you are working with another person.
    10. They are just bitches.
    So if any of you are going to SFSU in the Fall of '09 do not bring your Helicopter Mom. If you do tell her to not bother the Asian with a buzz cut and glasses. Thank you.

    Later Days...

Friday, 12 June 2009

  • I Never Understood the Beer Box Over Head Look

    Sometimes when going to a party you might see a person with an empty beer box over their head. They might be wearing it to show that they are funny, might be wearing it to show that they are drunk, or might be wearing it to show that they are alcoholics and were able to finish the whole box by themselves.

    I never quite understood this beer box head look before, than again I have never really ever worn a beer box over my head when drunk in general.


    I won't lie to you readers, I have never done this look before because I find the look generally stupid. Sure the person doing the look looks like they are having a blast, but really the person also looks like the person who is the most annoying in the building.

    Sometimes when I see these beer box heads I worry about them hurting themselves. I especially become extremely cautious when I see two or more beer box heads together because I always think they will ram into each other like rams.

    Don't get me wrong, playing with boxes is fun... when you are eight.


    So I am sorry if some of you readers are beer box heads, but please stop the look.

    Just because you don't come to the party with a hat doesn't mean you have to leave the party with a hat.



    You know the warning sign to not litter in beaches because animals might get caught in them and die?
    Well do not leave beer boxes left alone because drunks might get caught inside and die... wait did that make sense?!

    Later Days...

Thursday, 11 June 2009

  • Kids are just easily bored now-a-days

    I honestly hate it when I hear the same people say, "I'm bored" over and over again. I don't mind it when people say it every once in awhile, but if they say it everyday every at every two hours then I don't like it. I feel that if a person does that then they should be labeled as a boring person.

    The reason why I am saying this is because my 12 year old brother always says says this when I return home from San Francisco.

    "I'm bored, I'm bored."

    "I have nothing to do."

    "Today is so boring."

    I hate bored whiners. I have the theory that,

    "You are only bored because you set yourself up to be bored."


    No one can make you bored, but yourself. As an adult I do admit that I have many resources and opportunities to not be bored in comparison to my little brother, but I remember back in the day that everything kept me entertained. Watching ants walk to their dirt hole made me entertained.

    Now-a-days kids are just getting bored easily. I don't know if it is because video games are making entertainment be put at a higher expectation for enjoyment for kids or because Barney is now looking creepy to children.

    I just wish kids weren't seriously so easily bored now-a-days. Even though I am mostly complaining about my brother, I do hear many other kids around his age complaining about the same thing. His friends, kids with their moms at restaurants, even kids who are trying out a new video game at a game store complain about being bored.

    Why can't you kids find something to do?! Crap go learn how to masturbate or something. Hopefully that will not make you bored.

     

    "I'm Bored"


    Later Days...

Tuesday, 09 June 2009

  • My Dad thought I ran away

    When little I was tempted by the media to run away as a child. There were movies on kids running away, teens running away, overall just people in running away. It was like the movie fad to do in America so this made my parents worry. My parents thought the media would influence me to run away, which is why one evening my dad thought this influence came true.

    This event happened when I was about 9 or 10 years old. That evening I had to walk home after school because my parents were unable to pick me up. They had to stay in work later than usual that day so I had to stay home alone after school for awhile. That evening I was tired so right when I got home I just rested my head on the dinner table. Apparently, I rested for so long where I fell asleep.

    While being asleep my Dad comes home from work about an hour or so later. Right when he gets in the house he yells for my name. No response. He checks every room and finds me nowhere in sight. This is when he starts to freak out. My Dad runs out of the house to the neighborhood. He jumps in his car and drives around the neighborhood and places that I would usually be at. While he is in this freak out stage I am still sleeping on that table.

    He was apparently gone from the house searching for 30-45 minutes until he decided to head back. He sits on the couch waiting in the living room hoping to see me enter through the front door. Twenty minutes later I wake up and enter the living room. I see my Dad sitting on the couch and I say, "Oh hey Dad." After saying those words that is when my Dad tells me the story of him searching for me all evening thinking I ran away.


    Sleeping on a table causes stress

    Later Days...



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