my dork lunch

I realized how bad it is to be dependent on maids. I actually had cooking class back in highschool and I can't understand why I still suck in the kitchen. I suck making lunch or dinner for that matter. I usually end up going out for lunch to grab something to eat after starving all day. And this morning, I went out and followed that cycle, one that I'm hoping to change, which have yet to begin.

While eating alone, I remembered those packed lunch I used to have for school. Though it has already been uncool in the 6th grade, I still think packed lunch was a cool thing. Well, I actually defined cool by having the best lunch in school. My packed lunches tasted better and looked better than anything my classmates decided to buy.

My sandwich was known to be the greatest. It has the best lettuce that was so fresh that it looked like it had just been picked that morning. So then I became proud of my packed lunch and no longer cared what others thought of it.

Little did everyone know, that packing your lunch was not just about being dork and different. Aside from keeping my ass away from those crap meals in school... it saves money!! Think about it, if you pack your lunch every day of the week, you can save yourself some serious money! Yes, I was already money conscious at that early age. My pricey collection of basketball cards came from packing my lunch to school.

So if you take a look at your daily finances and try to find ways to save a little here and there in order to afford more stuff from zara, debenhams and topman, I guess a simple little packed lunch would help. Who said packed lunches are uncool anyway?

the daily noose

When was the last time you wore a tie? I spent my teenage years determined not to wear a tie. I thought wearing a tie was pain. I didn't wear a tie to my prom, just an open collared shirt and a nice black sweater layered with a slick jacket. I see it as conformity back then. Something I didn't want to and didn't know how to do.

But now I finally developed this ego where I feel much better off if I wear a tie, so I allowed myself to buy some pretty fly neckties and nice oxford shirts so I could at least feel hip while I was looking respectable. And now I see why they are so popular with metro men.. the executives, doctors, professors, my hairstylist - ties make you invincible.

I guess everybody has a set of battle armor or clothes you wear when you feel vulnerable or out of context. And for me, it’s the neckties.

I have a small tie collection, but I keep my favorite black skinny tie on a separate hanger. It waits there a bit far from the others like a superhero costume waiting for action. And while I may not be saving the city from a monster or stopping the plans of an evil tyrant, it does the trick for dinners, parties, weddings and impulsive dress ups.

a poser in skaterville

I must admit, I envy those potheads who can skateboard pretty well. Skateboards, ramps, ledges.. I'm not really a big fan of it however, it's really fun and impressive to watch these punks on espn. Many consider it as an extreme sport for a reason. Same reason why my parents didn't bother getting me one when I was 8. Skateboarding has dangers and there's no way to completely forget about the risk.

Remember those old L.A Lights? They were shoes that had little led lights in the heel and when you walked they would spark. Those were awesome. That was the time when I have young awesome desire for skateboarding. I was 7 or 8 and so envy of Bart Simpson. I asked for a board for my birthday but I got a gameboy instead. Gameboy was cool though.

Anyway, last Friday, I learned how I suck big time in skateboarding. Ever thought of skateboarding in your crappy havaianas? Have you ever sprained your big toe, then had the ability to flip off all your friends in an attempt to show them how swollen it was? Have you ever fallen down on your butt and pretend it didn't hurt as you try to do another old school boarding trick? Well I have.. all these rattling injuries and butt numbing stupidity in a single day.

Well I may not be that good in old school boarding, but at least I can say I did it for the good reasons.. not to get girls or to look cool like those potheads in chucks riding with popularity that the skateboarding fad has taken. I did it for experience.. and I'd say I loved every minute of it. My butt still hurts though.

mancrush

I guess it's time to tell everyone something that isn't easy to admit to lately. But the time has come to let out the truth. I'm a huge Edward Norton fan. In fact, Edward Norton is my mancrush. I would likely sell my soul to be him and if he wanted to nail my girlfriend, I'd compliment him on his awesomeness and leave.

Edward Norton just got one hell of a talent and I do have a huge respect and admiration to this man. Go ahead, say it's queer. But I am a confident male and comfortable in my physical nature. This is why I can state without any sense of embarrassment that I have a man crush. I know straight guys who find Johnny Depp pretty darn attractive. I got a college professor who is open and vocal about having an intellectual crush on Barack Obama and I'd say it's really natural to love a guy dearly.. but not queerly. Whether an athlete, a singer or Obama, I know you have a growing mancrush somewhere within your heterosexual bloodstream. C'mon not straight enough to tell?

my lazy gene

Have you ever wondered how lazy people are? Well, there are no bounds for laziness. I have seen many people who are lazy. Most people I know tend to work less and they very often look forward for shortcuts. And yes, yes I admit, I've gotten lazy over the weekend. Well saturdays and sundays are all about laziness right? Today has been just that. Straight up LAZY. I woke up this morning and I wasn’t just feeling motivated to work.

I thought about working on my thesis a little bit, but since the temptation of internet and television are impossible to resist, my thesis will just have to wait. So for the rest of the day I lounged around and did pretty much nothing. Yeah that felt pretty good. So now I'm just watching some episodes of “the Soup” on youtube and writing this post. Here's an old clip from the show: OPRAH's VA-JAY-JAY! Enjoy!

that's how i roll

Hanging out with your booze buddies in a club is fun. However fun and happy nights do not come without a price. It's a bit funny that someone mentioned to me that I usually can be found sitting by myself in a corner. As weird as that may sound, just sitting chatting and chilling is sometimes more fun. I do like to just sit and observe what's going on at the club and be just a pair of eyes and nothing more.

I usually go wandering around in a club. But sometimes when I do walk around I feel like I am in a forest of people, and like a forest, it is indeed very easy to get lost. In some cases, there might be something or someone that attracts my attention. Then my behavior resembles like that of a crazy cannibal following blindly a spotted raw meat.

On that night I was consumed by one thought, I acted upon it as if I had a one track mind. When I opened my mouth, the words I wanted to say were not spoken. Instead all the words I shouldn’t have said came out. They say "first impressions last forever", well on the other hand, bad impressions will curse you for eternity.

Then of course when I wake up in the morning all manner of logical thinking is restored to my brain. The spell has been lifted and I feel like I am no longer a deer caught in the head lights. It is then when I regain this consciousness I finally realise how drunk I was that night.

thanks mr. d-bag

My plan was to drink just enough to have that certain buzz. But happy hour began and everyone pulled me to the bar. Who wants a drink?!! Well you see I'm one of the suckers for free drinks. So we fueled ourselves with beer, liquor and anything else. Next to me was a tard, smoking lights in one hand and a manly black label in the other. He was grinning widely after he did a hand gesture for me to drink up. Call me cocky and obnoxious but I guess he desperately wanted my company for that evening. Well let’s get this clear. I am not gay and I'm a bit homophobe. Thank you.

I looked over the tables and saw two familiar faces. I looked at the guy and he was a douche from my highschool. I hate that guy. I wanted to smash a beer bottle on his pale douche face but I couldn't. He was sitting next to someone I met from a soiree in highschool. My soiree crush actually, which made it even harder for me to like the d-bag.

Anyway, alcohol was already kicking in and I had to make a restroom visit. I walked down the hall and I got lost. I had a hard time looking for it. I was confused with all the doors and signs. I guess that's what happens when alcohol takes over and just flows through your mind. A waitress came by and I grabbed her arm and politely asked her to lead me to the restroom. I sensed that she freaked out with the grabbing thing but shit who cares I'm desperately lost.

After taking a leak, my phone rang. My booze buddies are looking for me. I hung up and I retardedly dropped my phone. That's how seriously I was fucked up. A nice guy picked it up for me.

"Dude, you look really really bad. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fucked up. Sorry. And thanks."

It was Mr. d-bag. I felt bad for thrashing his locker. I felt bad for hiding his shoes during p.e class. I felt bad for calling him names. I was a bit pissed at myself. I never thought mr. d-bag still has hope in me for being a good guy. I almost ruined his higschool and there he was, picking up my phone and showing a bit of concern.

My phone rang again.
"Hey thanks really, I need to go. Sorry. Thanks dude"

I returned to the table with my fellow drunk buddies. I sat quietly for a while and had my last drink. After I had my final drink, I said my goodbyes and left the bar. I stumbled into the exit and yet I tried to keep it cool and sober. Well I was in full tank of alcohol. On my way out, I saw mr. d-bag gave a sort of a wave goodbye. I glanced a bit and continued my stumble into the exit. He seemed really nice. But again, I didn't care.