going off the rails on a crazy train
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Farewell "Casper" the friendly NISMO Knob...we hardly knew ye.
August 30, 2003 -> October 4, 2005
"Casper" lived a very short but hopefully happy life. He was born on August 30th 2003 as a birthday present from Tiffany Wong to her boyfriend Ernest Quiambao. He brought much ergonomic joy to many who test drove Ernest's SR powered S13 and later in a NA Miata. However, none did Casper make happier than his owner. In fact, when Ernest sold his much beloved 240SX, Casper was the only item to escape the sale, as it held too much sentimental value to him. Casper would continue to live on as the vital trusty connection between driver and drivetrain in Ernest's Miata. In the early morning of October 4th 2005, Casper met an untimely and tragic death when he was stolen from Ernest's Miata. A victim of various socioeconomic issues. Casper lived courageously through many driving miles, mis-shifts and sloppy heel-toes. He will be missed.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I've been motivated recently to create a "declaration of principles" Just a clear set of principles where as long as I'm sticking to them, no matter where I am or what i'm doing-i should be okay. More on this later though...i still gotto think it over and make the damn thing.
Monday, January 17, 2005
man working out really requires you to be a masochist for awhile!
Main Entry: mas·och·ism Pronunciation: 'ma-s&-"ki-z&m, 'ma-z&- also 'mA-Function: nounEtymology: International Scientific Vocabulary, from Leopold von Sacher-Masoch died 1895 German novelist1 : a sexual perversion characterized by pleasure in being subjected to pain or humiliation especially by a love object -- compare SADISM2 : pleasure in being abused or dominated : a taste for suffering- mas·och·ist /-kist/ noun- mas·och·is·tic /"ma-s&-'kis-tik, "ma-z&- also "mA-/ adjective- mas·och·is·ti·cal·ly /-'kis-ti-k(&-)lE/ adverb
Today i woke up at 615 or so. That's in the aye emm. This should be a big surprise to you if you actually know me. I usually never wake up before noon. But i think it's time i change that habit.
For the past week i've been trying to get over jet lag from my trip to PI. For the past few days i've been able to wake up early, but with nothing to do once i'm up, i usually go back to sleep and promptly wake up DEEP into the afternoon. Very depressing. So now i've decided i'd go for a run. My first time was three days ago...or was it 4....i dunno. I thought i'd be able to keep jogging until i was out of the neighborhood at least. WRONG! I stopped at leat 4 times to walk before i got out! Each stop i felt like i was going to vomit. Today was no different (i just finished jogging) But i'm hoping it will get better.
but it feels pretty good about 20 minutes or so after the pain. I really hope i keep this up.
I'm 21 and i should be in the best shape of my life. but instead i got this gut thing. I noticed it a lot more when i was in PI. Because we went swimming a lot and such. Oh yeah another thing is i'm a hairy bastard. With a rather unhappy trail on that gut i was talking about. I thought about improving my look and getting all metrosexual. with hair removal and such. But i thought, after all that hair was gone, i'd still have an unsightly gut. So if i'm gonna be a hairy bastard, at least i'll have a good body.
or maybe i can jsut suck in like michael knight.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Back when I used to work at Office Depot I had this co-worker who was a very friendly guy. He was always asking you how you were doing and about your day etc. etc.Well one day he comes into work very quiet without saying hello to anyone. This kinda disturbed me because it was very unlike him. "maybe something is wrong." i thought. So during recovery at the end of the day I walk over to him and ask him if everything is all-right.
Me: "Hey Mike. Are you okay man? You seem disturbed today."
Mike: *sigh* "...today my 3 year old son asked me why his penis was different from mine."
Me: *deer in headlights look in face* (I wasn't expecting that response)
Mike: "sorry to dump this on you...but you see i didn't circumsize my youngest son. And i've always been worried about the day he would realize that his penis was different from my other sons and mine. Well today was that day. I was giving him a bath before work and he looked up at me and asked me, "Dad, why is my penis different from yours?" I really don't want him to grow up with some inferiority complex or something. yanno. I just didn't know what to say to him and i'm kinda kicking myself for failing at the moment.
Me: I was scrambling for something to say to comfort him. Finally i said, "It's gonna be all-right man. I went through the same thing, you see. One day I was giving my nephew Jeremy a bath and he looked up at me and asked, "Uncle Ernest why is my penis different from yours?"
Mike: *anxious* "well whaddya say?"
Me: I told him "Well Jeremy, yours isn't erect."
Note: this story is actually a joke i got off a comedian...it's just funnier if you tell it in the first person.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
it's 825pm. I'm getting ready to leave for the Philippines.
If you're reading this welblog, chances are you're gonna be missed by me-unless your name is Tiffany Wong (in which case you will be really really missed. Really.)
See you guys. Merry Christmas and Happy New year.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
ahhh.... what's a late night of useless internet surfing/bench racing/aim chatting without an entry into my weblog? A night without recorded self-reflection. ugh! come to think of it-who needs that??!! GoodNIGHT!!!
Monday, March 29, 2004
tsacelbuod: you actually updated?
TruBlueEQ: i felt inadequate
TruBlueEQ: after i saw mike's
Randomly searching though people's aim profiles, i came across mike song's xanga. i sent him my weblog addy to show him he wasn't so cool with his internet weblog...then i realized i never update mine.
phew that was fun.
i've been eating a lot of sunflower seeds
a bag just sits here in front of my computer
i keep eating them
my canker sore hurts from the salt
i think i'm getting a stomach ache from this evil bag of sunflower seeds ranch flavor...maybe thats why i've had gas lately.
i can't seem to put a dent in this bag either, it seems just as full as always...which means it's very full
ernest talking to bag, "you think you're better than me?"
even with the canker sore and the sore on the tip of my tounge from opening the seeds, i keep eating. though i hear sunflower seeds are a great source of vitamin E
*looks a bag----hey 30% of daily value, not bad.
my trashcan is filled with sunflower seeds and empty yogurt containers...peach
and in case you're wondering, they don't go together well. (seeds and yogurt)
the title of my weblog is kinda scary. it's got the word "crazy" in it. I think people who don'tknow me might get the idea that i'm unstable or something.