A little bit of tradition died yesterday, and with it, a little bit ofmyself. It is hard to come to terms with what happened (or rather whatdidn’t happen) yesterday but I hope I will manage and learn to move on.

Yesterday, I could not make it out to BCL Thursdays: a time honoredevent that has been observed week after week for months. I could notmake it to Dave and Busters. I could not purchase and drink any LCshots and/or AMFs. I could not see the many familiar faces of originalBCL, or the faces of the newly added BCL members.

What has the world come to?

I worked so hard to get through the tough, jobless, pennyless times andstill attend BCL Thursdays, spending mad amounts of cash even though Iknew I’d hate myself the next day. I did not even let work stop me,after all, who really works on Fridays anyway? Everything was goingsmooth, I was on a roll, I felt on top of the world! But it all came toa crashing halt as school bound me to my desk whilst I slaved overprobability homework. You heard right, Jay was bested by school, orrather, I was schooled by school.

“If you have 2 red balls, 3 blue balls, what is the probability youdraw 1 red ball?” Mentally I reworded this question to: “What is theprobability Jay goes to DnB today?” “What is the probability Jay everattends BCL Thursdays?” Questions in my mind that I could notanswer…. and that scared me. It scared me tremendously.

peace out

this guy is happy
this guy is sad
this guy’s got something in his eye, but still happy
he wants to lick you
look at my teef
i’m having troubles pooping
still can’t poop…
my head has punctuation marks on top of it, what gives?
same as above, plus he wants to lick you
not sure whether he’s a man or woman
ALRITE, NOW I’M POOPING!
daaaaamn
 ….that’s a lot of shit
stoned? or maybe sleepy… same difference
he looks bummed out like marcus
his/her milkshake’s better than yours
people use this face if they want to appear really cool on their xangas
 he’s transforming into hyde
 MY NAME IS HYDE AND LOOK AT MY ARROGANT SNEAR!
errrrr
arrrrrr
egad i turned into a heart

yeah… i’m pretty bored at work…



am i cool yet?

A little bit about lingo today:

DnB: Not only does this term stand for a popular hang out spot on thursdays in the south bay, it can also be used as a term for money. For example: “Oh I owe you some money? I’ll get you back at DnB”

Yeah, it’s fun and all but we need a new place to go. Also, no more drinking. I’m old and I need to take better care of my body and mind. So don’t feed me anymore alcohol. Please.

Now onto politics. Does anyone else think that the politicians in our country just like to waste money? Lets say someone told you that you can get this awesome deal on a TV in Sactown or something. So you drive there, look around and find nothing. You come back and end up wasting time and money. But instead of cutting your losses, you drive over to your friends house, ask him a bunch of questions about why wasn’t the TV there and …. i don’t know, ask his dog questions too while you’re at it.

Isn’t that what Bush is doing with this whole Iraq thing? Spend money and LIVES in Iraq looking for WMD… w00t, good job you got Saddam. Now you don’t find your WMD so you set up a panel of old and overpaid farts to sit around and investigate why you fucked up in the first place.

Better yet, lets plan out a $2.4 trillion budget which includes $16.2 billion for NASA to send a man to mars. Maybe Americans would feel so patriotic about this plan that we forget about Bush’s blunders. Then 15 years from now, we can find out that if you wanted to see Mars, just go to frikkin Arizona!! That’s all I see when I look at the pictures the rovers sent back, red, desolate, and probably no life… hmm.. make that most definitely no life. But you never know, maybe Bush will have the last laugh, maybe the WMD were actually ON MARS!

Talking about the rovers, one of them had to get rebooted because of software malfunction. The cause? Because it’s memory was overloaded with files during the transit from NASA HQ to the Florida launch site. This makes you kind of wonder doesn’t it? I wonder what kind of files were on that little flash memory card… pr0n? You can never disregard that possibility as you just KNOW that NASA engineers are probably geeky loserish guys who probably do look at too much porn.

Yes, I’m very political. And if you are the government or NASA reading this, I’m just kidding.

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One more week has passed, meaning more stories, more experiences, and a superbowl.  This week has pretty much been like the other weeks.  I’ve grown to realize that work+social life mix and play just fine; but like in school, you have you balance the two out. You can’t exactly get by in classes with constant drunkeness, unless of course you’re like me and C’s don’t really matter to you.  This rule is especially true for work.  Think about it, you can’t get smashed and just skip work the next day like you would class if you had a hangover.  No, you would actually walk into work tipsy and bewildered and try to pass yourself off as a capable and productive cog in a big industrial machine.  I’ll demonstrate below:

High Productivity ———–Med Productivity ————- Low Productivity
No social life ———— some social life ——————- wild party animal

This might seem like common sense to anyone out there, but everyone’s got to figure it out for themselves sometime or other. For instance, I’m pretty burned out this week but thankfully balanced it out with 10+ hours of sleeping for a couple nights.

Starting from Saturday Jan 24th, 9PM: Club NV was having a synergy party and James, Gordon, me, Claudia, Diana went up to SF attend the festivities.  At about 2AM, we decided to leave and I got home at about 3AM. After a hour of frantic packing, my friend Dang came and picked me up and we left for Tahoe for some snowboarding action. I was dead tired but the snow was PERFECT so I can’t complain much. However, I did manage to plant my face into the snow and fall right on top of my walkie talkie.  This of course made a nice bruise in my ribs which still hasn’t gotten better after a week. Broken ribs? I sure hope not.

Coming back about 10PM Sunday (stopped in Davis), I was on the phone with Karen till about 12:30PM and woke up bright and early the next day for a great day at the office. Productivity? About nill.

Wednesday Jan. 28th after work around 6PM, I met up with Gordon and James to watch basketball at James’s pad. I was promised the experience of a lifetime by James as he just got his 50+” LCD projector TV with HDTV service. I must admit that the game looked crisper than I’ve ever seen, however I also must admit that I’d rather have watched the Discovery channel in HD instead of the Rockets sit Yao down for half of the game… Nature in HDTV is much better than getting my ass off the couch and experience it first hand.  Afterwards, we got a call from Diana and met up with her and Henry at BJ’s. We all had a beer and called it a night.

Next day, Thursday, we all decided to go where else besides DnB. The mecca for most young post-college adults in the area. This week we tried to get out to DnB, pound a few cheap drinks, then head out to Downtown SJ for some more fun.  We got to SJ later than expected and the bar we wanted to go to was packed, so we ended up going to a nearby bar called Mission Ale. It was a small, chill, and quaint bar down Santa Clara Blvd which served $7.50 pitchers of Papst Blue Ribbon Beer that night. Saying “Oh what the hell, I got shit else to do anyway”, we sat down and commenced with the drinking. All in all, we drank about 2 pitchers and made James down a lot of beer (the whole point of that night). I got home around 2AM that night. And yes, I got into work at 8AM the next day.

I think I must have slept the whole damn day on Friday since I don’t remember much of it.  I just know that I went to work, did some work, came home, then poof, fade to black.  Saturday was our greatest night out ever. We wanted to go to DnB since couple friends from LA was visiting, however we couldn’t go in. But it’s all good! we grabbed 40’s and headed over to Gordon’s house in Fremont. After getting all nice and liquored up watching “How stella got her groove back”, we (gordon, karen, james, me, nish, debbie aka buddy) went to a 24hr bowling alley and uhh… bowled i guess. It’s crazy watching some people do so well, and some people suck so much, namely me. I was buzzed and I couldn’t even roll my balls straight…. hrmm, lots to think about in the last sentence there.

Anyway, Sunday, today, of course, is superbowl sunday. Don’t you love my grammEr?  Damn vinateiri and his accurate leg, damn the NE team with their stellar defense, damn carolina for not having an offense in the first quarter, damn none of the teams for not ending with a 8 or 2 in the final score (i was in a company pool, GAMBLING BLING!)

I’ve talked for far too long, and lost my original point. Oh yes, point is that my week was far from productive at work. I need to figure some system out here as grad school is starting tomorrow. HOORAY.

PS. HerbAsia had 3 orders this week. Take that non-believers! As a very talented and wise American Idol contestant put it: “I did this because I really believed that this is a good way for me to get a girlfriend.” THIS is the real reason why i do herbasia!

SHE BANGS! SHE BANGS! aaannnd…. FUCK SARS@!@!! If you don’t understand, it’s okay. I’ll explain later.