Stir-Fry

I've been watching Detective Conan for the past two hours, simply because my cousin decided to be a jackass and hide the games that I usually play on his PlayStation.

And I must say that it has been a good time watching it.

Today's episode that I watched on was a three part series.  It was about this house that is known for puppeteering, and it had a curse in it.  It's a long story, so if you ever do care to watch it, go to to this site and look for Detective Conan, episodes 165-168... or something like that.

I must say that not playing play-station in this time doesn't really suck at all as I thought it would be.  After all, I've lived my whole life here without the game system until recently, about five or six months ago, or less.  I forget.  Although I know it was a drunken night for a cousin that later led on to a screaming battle within our house, and I'm sure as hell that I do not want to talk about it.

I've been thinking lately these days about my future.  Only because two people (let's leave their names anonymous, but I'm pretty sure they know who they are)  are making me think about it.

And to think about it, it's only summer.

I always remembered saying during my freshman year that I will get into colleges like UCLA, and I'll be competing for the valedictorian spot during my high school years.

Apparently, I myself have seen too many high school movies and tried to emulate the social (or possibly wanna be) popular dude who was chill with everyone around him.  And because of that, my dreams of becoming a bruin or a bear (what's the difference, seriously) along with the aspiration of being a Ph. D went down the drain.

Yes sir, that quick.  Scary, right?

Yes again, but wait.

Thinking about it these days, being the socialite that I wanted to be, or trying to be right now has gotten me far, although it won't get me to Westwood or Berkeley.  Being the socialite that I am now actually turned my life around three hundred and sixty degrees (I am typing in the dark here and I just am too lazy to type out numbers.  Cope with me here).

First, I "accidentally" gave myself around Westchester as D-Man.  Mark says that he gave me the nickname through "El Hombre" from Gallego's class, but I remember taking it from Drake and Josh - the show, yes - and seeing what happens with it if I actually stuck with it. I actually typed it first as my myspace name, then I added Nik with it.  

I guess, that's how it started, and as I was typing that, I just started to remember some things... Thanks, Nik.

About the "El Hombre" thing, Mark's brain is a little woohoo from the stuff that he has done in the past.  Hell, he couldn't even remember his locker combination.  Funny man you, Mark.

The second thing is that I had an aspiration of becoming a Chef.  I am so glad that I don't sleep when my mom tells me to go to sleep, or I wouldn't have seen the pilot of Top Chef.  Then, after the pilot of that, I just got hooked into cooking shows like Iron Chef, Good Eats, and all other shows that Food Network has to offer.

Because of my newfound passion for food, I actually started a gig to cook for my friends on their birthdays.  Unfortunately, the gig only lasted a couple of people because of my lack of financial funds and good equipment.  Because of it, I also made a couple of friends as well, that they actually gave me an ingredient to cook with even though I wasn't serious about it.

By the way Bita, I still owe you one, and I still have some of your red curry powder left. 

(I finally figured out what it is!)

Then, cooking became my mistress.  I decided to join the cooking class and actually try and show off on what I can do, which unfortunately, a person who one can say they love to hate, blocked my abilities due to her bitchiness and the whole package.  In the class, my teacher told me about C-Cap, and when I entered it, it became serious.

I was one of the five people who were going to the competition, supposedly, until the day that the preliminaries came, I was the only one left.  I am proud to say that I sliced and diced, and tossed a couple eggs for an opportunity to go to New York, which I unfortunately did not get, which made me shed a tear or two, or ten.  

Yes, ladies, men do have emotions.

With that said, I believe that life is like cooking.

Anything you can add to your life, and make it better.

Anything you can add to your life, can make it worse as well.

You can never take out what you already put in the pan.  You always can only add.

Sometimes, the heat is low, and sometimes the heat is high.

A lot of times, when people first make a dish, it never comes out as perfect as they want it to 

be. After a couple more times, everything is in harmony by itself.

A lot of times, when you don't have an ingredient, you have to compromise.

A lot of times, when people see some ingredients that don't belong together, they give it a bad reaction.  Once they try it, they are okay with it. And sometimes, they come back for more.

A lot of times when people burn pastry it's because they've been in the oven for too long.

A lot of times, people don't want certain ingredients because they have not used it at all, or they are simply afraid of it.

And I could go on forever.

My point is, everyone loves food.  It's not only fun to eat, but it's also fun to make.

Ask a lot of people.  It's time consuming, and it beats the hell out of playing videogames.

And with that, I quote the Chairman, which his uncle says this words upon you:

Allez Cuisine.

Candy Bar

First off, my shoutout for this morning belongs to my morning buddy, Bita.

For one, she's a good chatter to be with in one in the morning, and I predict that she will make a great shrink if she ever decides to be one.  She knows what I am talking about.

At this time of night, I just washed my face because I thought it was quite oily.

How oily, you ask?

Squeeze oil out of me, and you can make fried chicken out of it.  Mmm. Fried Chicken.

Then I asked Bita(thus her being my inspiration for the night): Do you know how much fun it is to clean your face?  Then we went into a short conversation, and I'm now here typing this whole thing.

At the conversation, one question popped out of my head: Some guys don't clean their faces.  That's just gross, to begin with, and second, it's one of those many things that girls think that guys would not do because guys are guys.  Come on guys, even you know it yourselves.

I know, excessive use of the word.  Maybe that's why I didn't pass my AP english exam...  Dammit. I'm still bitter.

Here's something that I believe in.  I know, as sad and pathetic as it may sound, I think that I'm a walking model of what women don't believe that guys would do.

Okay, that sounds wrong, and I hope no guy ever does me.  And for the record, I am not a homophobe.

What I mean by that is the things that I do.  Some guys wouldn't let's say, want to cook for a living unless they got a sensitive side or a creative one. I don't know, really.  It can be their masochistic belief that cooking is for girls, and all that bullcrap.  I don't care, really.  If you know how to make Mac and Cheese out of a box, A thumb up to you.  If you know how to make grilled cheese without a toaster, two thumbs up to you.  If you can treat me to a restaurant and I don't have to pay, I love you.

And by the way, no homo.

Another thing that guys don't want to do is to dress up.  I know, back then most guys were ickied out because of girls playing dress up, but the funny thing is, some guys out there (metrosexuals are the more correct term, I suppose)  dress better than some women these days.  Hell, I don't know how these guys can afford fifty dollars per shirt at AnF but, damn.  If i had that kind of money, I'd go to Target and Raid their shirts.

I like dressing up, but Target is so much cheaper, and if I did have that money, I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to go shopping.

Fortunately, my birthday is coming up... YAY!

I know, for someone who's turning 18, I sound rather immature.

The third thing that women think guys would do is to watch a chick flick.  

For starters, I have a thing for chick flicks.  Don't ask me why, and I don't know if being single all my life factors into it.  I've been wanting to see Made Of Honor when it came out, and today, I just saw Wimbledon, and it was like an action movie with all the matrix in it, and the love story was cute.

But seriously, I just think that most of the female actors in chick flicks are cute.

Kirsten Dunst?

Yeah... I Know.

So I guess, it's not only females who look for sexy actors after all in movies.

The bottom line is, some guys are like Milky Ways:  They're chocolatey tough on the outside, and they are caramel-y smooth inside.

Either way ladies, when you get your men, you always get the best of both worlds.  They do everything you want to do, even if they say no.  They just appear to be macho because their simplistic minds seems like it's the only way to turn you all on.

One more thing about the Milky Ways.  When you get it, don't look at the calories, it's a turnoff.

Besides, if you eat the milky ways, you get the baggage that it carries, then you just got to work it off.  Or in this case, work it out.

I Never

First off, thanks to Quemars Ahmed The Great - as he claims himself to be for tonight's topic.

A rather brief description of I Never.

I never was introduced to me in YnG this spring conference. Basically, a crowd of people gather around in a circle, and one is left in the center, and the person in the center says something that they have never done before, like "I never had cookies" even though it's a pile of crap.

Others play it where they just sit their asses down and take turns saying they've never done a certain thing, and people with their two hands up remove one finger if they've done a certain thing.

Hey. we did it this way.

One thing I found interesting though: Women have done more shit in their lives than men ever have... accumulatively as a gender race thing.

Or maybe, in some areas.

I remember watching a bunch of girls play "I never" on a party, and for some reason they decided to play the horny - for the lack of a better term - way. I mean, they were firing stuff like, I've never slept naked, wear tightie whities and all that. And some people just put fingers down like Jason Bourne was sniping down one target after another.

Yep. It's that amazing.

I'm simply amazed on how many things these people have done in their lives, compared to me, who considers himself a very daring person who is very much open to party with a keg somewhere down in cancun without spending a buck, or just chilling down watching midnight shows in comedy central, or just typing a blog like this in general. 

I'm not sure about the keg part, pardon me. But yes, I consider myself quite an adventurous one.

I realized that in my eighteen years of living, I could have done stuff that I couldve done way earlier in my life, like finding leagues or tournaments to play on, playing an instrument, getting a girlfriend, and everything else in between.

Now Stop. Are you the same person as I am? In certain situations? In some situations? 

Most of us are most likely are. The question now becomes "Why?"

One of the most common answer is is that we're scared. That's right folks, we're scared shitless to do something, only because you know the person right beside you will go against you on this decision.

Reality Check, people. Everyone's a critic.

And because people are critics, they try to make you side with them, which these people who critique you believe that their choices are much more sensible than yours. I don't blame them either, because I'm one of those people who will question one's decision in the beginning, but if I see the heart and the determination in someone that they can pull it off, then I believe in them and stop questioning them, and in return, I get a good relationship out of this person, as well as a future gift somewhere down my timeline of living.

The bottom line is this, as I don't like to mince my words much:

A lot of people are scared to do shit because they're afraid of the consequences.

A lot of people are scared to do shit because they think they're going to be hated for it for going with their hearts instead of their heads.

A lot of people are scared to do shit because they think they're not going to fit in anywhere.

Therefore, in contrast:

The opposite of these three tend to be more successful people. These people are more bold, and are never afraid to stand out. These people are more fun, because they are willing to take risks. These people are also the more sensible people because they go with what their heart says, and not the advice of other people.

I'm never one to preach, but if we all did the things that we wanted to do in life, an "I never" game could be even more interesting beyond belief.

Finding Ms. Right

Ladies and Gentlemen, today, I speak about one of the many things that I haven't talked about in like... forever?

That means my whole life, just for the record.

I have been single seventeen years and fifty something days.

That means, my whole life, once again, just for the record.

Now, by a show of hands, or comments, who cares?

I could probably see none caring about this issue. That's right, my blogs have eyes as well. You just can't see it.

Being single is like probably the most awesome time in my life(as I've been), but from what I've heard, and what I've seen in the nature of most women these days, I often see them as prima donna figures who either worry about their hair or figure too much that they spend so much time in the bathroom that if they ever had a boyfriend who needed to take a piss, they might have watered their plants that would last for a good week or so, if possible.

Of course, we all know that we the people are different, man and woman, and woman and woman,and man and man. Some people that I have met, compared to the previous major prima donnas mentioned, are now ones that are too independent that they are no pushovers, and would just not be laid back for one bit. If you have ever seen an episode of Saved By The Bell, a perfect example of this is Jessica Spano.

With that introduction given, the next question shall, or will be, why don't I have a significant other? (BF's and GF's piss me off to the core)Let's see. Besides me having a good amount of shyness not to ask a girl out, it's probably because there's not a lot out there for me to pick on.

Or maybe, I'm just providing an excuse.

Okay, fine, I'll admit to the shyness part, as for everyone who has met me will believe that I am one of the shyest people they'll ever meet (unfortunately, for some of those who have had other first impressions of me, they thought that I was bubblier than a recently popped champagne bottle). The fact of the matter is, I can't seem to find the right person to ask out. Even if I did, once again, my shyness would kick in, and it would just turn them off, then my ego's down, then dun dun, gotta stack and build em up like a lego tower like a three year old was building it: Built to perfection, but somewhat feeble.

I remember someone asking me (way back) on what kind of a person did I want from my potential S.O (recall that BF's and GF's piss me off to the core): Every common person would say that you would want somebody that matches your personality. That's true, but knowing the person that I am, this person is hard to find.

I just want the person that I can be comfortable talking with. Everything else comes after.

Is that too much for ask? Seriously? God?

The point of the matter is that every guy has their own preferrences. Some guys are boob guys, some of them are butt guys, and don't get me wrong, both parts are comfortable, but if there's one that one part that will comfort you for a long time, it would always be the company of that person that you know you can always talk with because you know and I know that the person will have so much in common with you, that it will never be boring.

The best part yet? Trust never sags.

And ladies, don't give me any sympathy.