Abrupt Misery

So for Christmas last year (as in 3 months ago) I received a pretty raw present: Flip UltraHD camcorder. I've been taking it almost everywhere with me so I can pretty much record and capture anything I see.

However, just a few short minutes ago, as I was playing with the flipping USB drive, the USB drive stopped closing. I am now left with a faulty USB drive on my still-functioning camera. I hope I'm still under the 90 warranty... We'll just have to pray and check.

Calf Workouts

So, this is gonna sound odd, but ever since around middle school, I've been told I have rather scrawny calves. I hoped that soccer and swimming and frisbee would change that, but alas, they remained skinnier than usual.

I recently discovered various methods of calf workouts to quickly enhance size, strength, and definition. I've decided that my favorite is fairly easy, requires no extraneous equipment, and can be done extremely frequently.

It involves walking on your tiptoes. Yes, it's that simple. It doesn't have to be extremely noticeable, just like every time you step forward, slightly lift your body up onto your toes, then repeat on your other foot. Though nowhere near their desired size yet, I've noticed after about a week, that mine are sore but I believe they look a tad more defined and larger. I'm prepared to continue this daily exercise until I achieve my desired leg muscularity. I shall prevail!

But, please. Don't make fun of the way I walk if you do happen to notice.

Random Thought of the Day #3: Asians

Among my friends, I am very much considered the Asian of the group because all of my friends are white or Hispanic or black. However, it has become more and more evident to me that I am considered the white kid among my mother's Asian family or Asian friends. This has created a longing in me to be more Asian. I have the Asian brains, but that's it. I wish I could dance like a beast, I wish I could be awesome at video games, I wish I were funnier, I wish I grew up eating exotic foods, I wish I could do crazy stunts and martial arts. Watching videos on YouTube of guys like KevJumba and TimothyDeLaGhetto and seeing them identify to their Asian-ness and how proud of it they are only reminds me how not Asian I am.

Mostly the dancing thing.

Monthly Update

WOW! It's been a while since I've last blogged. I've just had so much going on, whenever I'd look at the link, I thought "Ugh... Maybe later." But alas, later never came (that is, until now).

Anyway, I thought I'd just update you on my recent activities and periodic obsessions. They are fourfold: facial hair, music, parkour, and slang/composure.


So in fourth grade, I was the only kid in my classes with a mustache. People always thought I was older than I was. So you can imagine my frustration and surprise upon discovering how long it takes me to grow some fuzz on my chin. I've embarked upon a one-month trial campaign to see if I can kick-start this beard. I've decided to shave every evening after I shower for a month (well 4 weeks). According to a source that I can't recall, long periods of continuous shaving followed by abrupt stops in shaving produce massive amounts of facial hair. However, it's not the mustache I'm worried about; I yearn for the beard and sideburns to sprout from my cheeks and neck, even if it's just five o'clock shadow. I'll inform everyone how my campaign goes on March 24th, or day 1 without shaving.


Being an avid musician, it should seem unnecessary for me to blog regarding my interests in music, but recently I've developed new skills and acquired tastes in musical styles. I've been downloading more funk music and hardcore gangster rap. The funk music has inspired me to work on guitar soloing and learn new scales and modes for my band. I've had the measurable urge to jam with my boys. Regarding the gangster rap, I was browsing videos on YouTube and discovered some videos of people "freestyling", or rapping about a topic without having written or planned the lyrics beforehand. In school, in the car, and at home, I have more and more been creating freestyles in my head. Sometimes I'll spit a rhyme when I'm with some bros, but for the most part this spontaneous rhythmic poetry remains in the depths of my mind.


This may seem a bit odd, but again surfing the vast gallery of YouTube videos, I found many videos of this 'sport' or 'martial art' form called "Parkour". Parkour is basically the most complex and fun way to get from Point A to Point B. You run and jump and flip and hurdle over, under, between, through around, and off of objects. Obviously it can't be nearly as easy as it sounds, but I must admit it looks, for lack of a better term, epically badass. If I could find a spot with stairs and ramps and walls to practice such an activity, it might prove a handy ability to flaunt.


Okay, now I know what you're thinking: slang and composure? Yes, and as ridiculous as this may sound, I've been trying more and more lately to use terminology that is more "hip" and "with it", per se. Words such as dope, wack, fly, fresh, tight, sick, nasty, sick nasty, etc. In essence, words used on the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Now that's covered. But composure you ask? To people who know me well, this will be hard to accomplish, but I'm making attempts to come of as more of an aloof and zen, if you will, person. I've been trying not to be so uptight and edgy. When I make such attempts around close friends, they ask me what's wrong. It would seem that I need to make the adjustment more gradual for them. Not only am I trying to alter my overall personality, I'm also trying to refine my wardrobe. I'm trying to get cooler trendier stuff. To sum this whole paragraph up, I'm bored with being me. Haha.

I suppose all of these interests are a lot to take up in a matter of weeks. In theory, all of this would be hard to achieve when you consider my workload from classes and whatnot, but then again there's always the weekend and I can do some stuff simultaneously, like freestyling with modern lingo while doing parkour and growing a beard in a new jacket.

I don't know, I haven't ironed out the kinks yet.

Creatures of the Night

Have you ever been the only one awake in the house during the wee hours of the night? At this very moment, I happen to be that guy. I'm sitting in my room with all the lights on, composing this blog entry, while watching The Office. As the number of people online on Facebook to chat with dwindles, I become more and more restless, I begin to search for activities to engage in. I suppose subconsciously I desire to prolong this special feeling of solitude.

As a matter of fact, the last person I was chatting with just signed off. I don't know what it is, perhaps it's the possibility of events transpiring that cannot be prevented by maternal authority figures. Just an hour or two ago, I surmounted my struggles against laziness and retrieved a Coca-Cola out of the refrigerator. I highly doubt such actions would go unpunished had a parental unit been present.

It's not only nighttime loneliness that I'm fond of, I appreciate immensely the times when I am home alone and limitless activities available at my disposal. Exam week may have been my ideal week for such time, as we were released from school at noon each day. I spent up to 6 hours at home alone watching television, eating, and sleeping. Not that I engage in infinite amounts of tomfoolery and shenanigans while my parents aren't home, but the concept supervision's absence fills one's entire being with a sense of satisfaction and superiority incomparable to anything else.

But for now, the most I can do is cherish the hour I spend at home alone between the time I get home from the bus and the time my mother and sister arrive home from work and school, respectively.

Now I'm left to wonder when my next afternoon of [mis]adventures may occur.