since i don’t really have time to write anything at the moment, i figured i’d bequeath a gift of sorts upon ye.
last year, RIIIIIGHT around this time of the year my close circle of friends and i exchanged our secret santa gifts. Ambie told us all about how she’d always been curious about the master cleanse detox program and guess what? so was i! turns out several of us were. so we formed two groups – group A and group B (hurray for creative naming conventions!). group B consisted of the gang that would try it after group A (yes, the pussies). everyone dropping out of the bet would give $20 to the person who lasted the longest.
we also decided to chronicle the whole thing…. so if you feel like reading the brutal honest perspective of what it’s like going through the master cleanse detox program check it out. i suggest reading it from the very beginning. it’s not that long of a read. hahaha. enjoy!!
http://www.xanga.com/cleansemeplease
today was my last full day at the office as a Frontend Engineer with Yahoo! i’m still tryin to digest the mix of feelings tumbling around in my cranium, so i’ll save the post for another day when i can articulate it better.
needless to say, to all the awesome people i’ve worked with through my five year stint there. it really was an amazing ride. thank you for that.
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apologies in advance, the testosterone’s totally in overdrive at the moment.
there’s a scene in many comic books and movies based on comic books that always has my imagination goin “cooooooooooool…”
it’s the one where the hero lands from such a height that the force of their landing ruptures the very ground beneath them with a loud boom and blows a plume of smoke/dust/dirt all over the place. when the dust settles you see the aftermath of a crater created by so much power the earth and concrete are torn asunder with linear fractures pointing towards the center – where the hero stands, all pissed lookin. ready to throw down. ready to save the day. ready to smack you upside your head with an M1-Abrams tank.
so i’ve got an overactive imagination. it comes in handy quite often. especially when you’re egging yourself on to hit that personal benchmark. took me long enough but i hit my goal of bein able to bench over 200 finally. took my fatass long enough. i know… no one cares. but blah! blah blah! blah blah blah!! ok, back to focusing on being functionally fit.
so stoked!! what a way to head into 2008!!! call the pentagon, i just located the missing WMDs! *kisses biceps*
did you just say purple pants are for pussies?
i saw another onion at the gym earlier this morning. body so fine it brought tears to my eyes, and a really pretty face to match! i’m a total face guy. i don’t get how guys can be “ass” guys or “boob” guys. i figure you gotta talk to the face, laugh with the face, sleep next to the face, put up with whining from the face and put up with getting yelled at by the face…soooo why focus so much on the other body parts? forget “big butt and a smile”, i’m a total sucker for a pretty face. sometimes. just sometimes, i get tempted to break my vow not to be THAT guy at the gym. hahaha. ok, testosterone levels normalizing…
time to clean up the apartment some so it’s spick and span clean for 2008!can’t wait to go home! can’t wait to play with meimei! can’t wait to go boarding on new years day! can’t wait to play video games with the brothers! can’t wait to make fun of/be mean to (lovingly of course) my sister! can’t wait to walk through the garage door and proclaim “head’s up everyone! Number 1 is HOOOOOOMMMMEEEE!!!”
i’m sure the euphoria will only last for … oh… about 1.5 days. i plan on enjoying every little bit of it till i get antsy though. hahaha!
so long. farewell. bay area here i come!
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so i saw “i am legend” the other week, and i gotta say “eh”. it didn’t do jack for me.
the book was better. much MUCH better.
i mean, c’mon – will smith as a world reknown scientist? that was big mistake number one. that’s right up there with jessica alba as a brainy astrophysicist in the Fantastic Four movies. white labcoat and a clipboard do NOT a scientist make.
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despite a fun little gingerbread house making session earlier this evening, i seem to still be in some state of denial about the holiday season already being upon us. hell, i haven’t even started shopping yet.
xmas e-cards for everyone! kidding. kind-of.
in the spirit of the holiday season i again resurrect one of my more favorite posts i’ve ever written on the subject. not sure how much time i’ll have to write another post between now and christmas, so to you and yours i bid you a “Merry Christmas!” holy shit i should be sleeping. need to wake up in about 3 hours! gah! enjoy!
my family was pretty far from “well-off” when i was younger. my mother made ends meet by running a licensed daycare center from our home and my father was a cook in the u.s. navy. as hard as it was, things would go from bad to worse when my father would have to leave for months on end for the WESTPAC tours leaving my mother with the unenviable task of taking care of four crazy kids.i remember kids from school making fun of people who had to put things on lay-away. i never thought it was funny. lay-away was how my mother would get us our christmas gifts. even though i knew what i was getting several months ahead of time, it never killed the excitement for me. looking back it amazes me how far my mother and father would stretch an already strained budget just to give us a taste of the christmas everyone else had.
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the waves crashed along the rocky shore.
backed by powerful gusts of wind, each crash was accompanied by a unique roar and a hiss of sea spray taking flight into the gray sky.
eyes silently scanning the horizon, the panorama of sea and sky faded to black as he closed his eyes and allowed the waves to crash into him. through him. over him. the cacophony of nature without clashing with the cacophony within.
“if only they could drown you all out,” he mused. his mind’s eye gazing at his own demons waiting in the darkened hollows of his mind. blinking. laughing. they grinned back at him.
sea and sky came into view once again as he opened his eyes to resume his scanning. as if somewhere, floating just beneath one of these waves, were the answers his restless heart always sought.
a light drizzle began to fall. dancing silently in between his thoughts. tapping his hooded countenance lightly, as if to remind him of… something. what exactly?
peeling back the sweater’s hoodie, he tilted his face into the oncoming drops. eyes open and then closed. again listening. again waiting. raindrops tracing their way down the familiar pathways owned by grins, furrowed thoughts, frowns, smiles and the rest of their ilk. the coolness of the drops felt reassuring almost. reassuring enough to twist a wry smirk into the corner of his mouth as he continued his watch. wave after wave. roar after roar.
cautious steps on loose gravel signaled her hesitant approach.
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