when is it too soon?

unfortunately, ngowned is correct. i will be moving back to the bay area at the end of july. i will be moving to a more chill job so hopefully i can blog with more vigor and frequency. 

chill weeeknd for most part. started on wednesday

hooka in LES with BYOB. pretty bomb time. haven smoked in awhile so it was chill. watermelon n some other flavors. good conversation. 2 bottles of wine and a six pack of beerz. cant beat that. i need to hooka more

thurs went to a shitty korean bar. a bar we frequent way too much. i am going to cease to go to that joint from now on.

fri – got kicked out of club and sat was chill with buddy coming from out of town.

sun – got tasty dinner with my buddies at an all-u-can-eat japanese bbq place. swear i gained like 5lbs afterwarsd. also watched hellboy 2 (not great) with buddy of mine n his girlfriend. first time meeting her so it was neat. she didnt say much since shes basically a fob from korea but whatever. sometimes in life u just gota live with it. it was awkward because she kept on laughing at all these random parts in the movie that no one else was.

now to the title of the post. when is it OK to move on after a relationship? buddy of mine n his gf jus ended a ~2 yr relationship. long story short: she moved on with another dude less than one month after. i personally think thats too short of a gap. the worse thing is that she supposedly wanted some free time. which at first was understandable since in my eyes, the two were on the marriage track. (from socal then norcal then ny then back to norcal) what do yall think? from what my friends have told me, this guy is a douchebag too. double ouch. i feel for my friend.

match.com

I don’t think I’d go on a match.com date anytime within the next 5 years. If I’m 28 and still don’t have any options to date, I might have to resort there. For the time being though, Darla’s post made me recollect an interesting idea that might provide some more laughs for all of you readers.

Here is what I propose for the three guys on this blog, and not to exclude Darla, but she’d win by a landslide. I have not gone through this idea with the others before posting, so I don’t know what to expect in response.  Anyways, here goes…

I came up with this idea during my last year in Boston, while drinking some beers with buddies of mine at Sunset Cantina. The other three guys at the time all had girlfriends, so we never went along with it. However, since the three men on this blog are all single, why not try this out and have some laughs.

Okay, so, what’s the idea? The three of us should each create a match.com account, and create profiles that accurately represent who we are and what we look like. Perhaps we’ll even post them here. What I hear is that instead of a Facebook poke, you can “wink” at people you are interested in. Now, none of us are going to be winking– rather, we’ll have a contest– whomever gets the most “winks” in a specified week wins. Of course, we’ll have to bet something embarrassing to make this funny for the two losers; perhaps streaking across a football field, or better yet, actually having to take one of those girls who winked at you out on a date.

What do ya’ll think? I’m about to start the summer, and know that this will provide some comedy for at least a week, if not more. If thebusdriver and calzone are in, I’m definitely game.

P.S: If match.com is not a viable option, perhaps craigslist might be a shadier, but easier option.

And since we say owned so much… a picture that represents.. owned.

need to stop eating curry….mmmm tasty

busted a curry, fried chicken over rice for lunch today. costed me the typical 8 bucks with a diet coke. delicious. pants are a little tighter now. need to hit the gym tonight or im going to feel like shit tomrrow. rest of the afternoon should be fun. starbucks at 2, conference call at 230, errands to run later including returning my signed offer letter and going to the optometrist. FYI – i have been wearing the pair of contacts for the past month or two..or three. dont worry, ive been wearing the same pair of socks for the past half year i think. definitely tasty

yesterday was uneventful. woke up, went to the gym, went to work and stayed for 3hrs doing 1hr worth of actual work. rest of the time was spent browsing nytimes (no hot couples got married this weekend in the style section), wsj, facebook, espn…after that, i ordered roughly $40 worth of food at yakitori in st marx. the usual – fried chicken, jap pancake, sweet/sour rock shrimp, green apple beverage, bacon wrapped scallops, fried tofu, yasabi noodle dish, french fries, et al. afterwards, i was planning to watch a movie with my hs friend but ultimately decided against it. i wanted to peep kung fu panda but bastard already saw it. with nothing else to do, we decide to hit up flashdancers with my roommate (IMHO – the best strip club in NY). Scores was overrated before it got shut down and Hustlers has too many fcking eastern europeans to be appealing for me. Every girl that works there has a long name similar to the top ten ranked women tennis players (majority of whom hail from mother russia) – examples such as svetlana kuznetsova or elena dementieva or anna chakvetadze. you get the picture. these girls are all about 6 feet tall with their heels. kinda turn off. unlike last time at hustlers, i did not have to drop a few bills for a bottle; cover this time was $10. in the end, i kicked back with a few diet cokes and got like 8-10 dances. good way to end / start the week if you ask me.

i just realized my posts arent very deep or thought provoking. unlike my peers on this site, i dont have too much insight to give having been in 1 relationship in my life. i am content on living my single, care-free life. i dont want to think about relationships for awhile and thats that.

have a good start to a week.

friday night redux leads to saturday buffer night

somehow after my night out on the town thursday, i managed to muster enough energy to go out again yesterday. took a nap right when i got home which really hit the spot. open bar at a rooftop (more like tent) from 10-1 so the night started earlier than normal once again. got there n proceeded to drink away (long islands, stella, vodka tonic, black russians…anything and everything we got our hands on). friends were there and met some new people along the way. rooftops are definitely en vogue here in new york. im sure calzone can second that in chicago as well.  afterwards we went to a club and go a bottle with some pals and ate some korean food around 4AM. nothing too eventful but good times fasho

woke up this morning a little hung over. walked to work and ordered some chinese food while feeling like shit. then i went to soho to get a back and shoulder massage. i was pretty tired around then (3-4PM) so the second i put my face down through the breathing hole, i passed out. i hate when i do that. the massage was so soothing that i dont remember like any of it. next thing, the lady is like “thank you..time is up..you may rest and sleep here for a bit.” so owned. i basically paid a benjamin to pass out in a dimly-lit room with stream/river trickling music. after that, i have been in my room trying to do a little work. not too successful since ive been distracted by 1) some documentary move on high school debate on HBO 2) knocked up on HBO 3) sportscenter 4) oceans 13 on HBO. i love saturdays like this. it is now almost 1130 and ima pass out before midnight.

i plan on waking up at 8-9AM tomorrow to go on a run in the park then goto work and actually do work while consuming some orange juice and a mushroom ham omelette. definitely trying to get out by 2:30 to catch the italy/spain game at ESPNZONE or another sports bar. fernando torres is the shit.

life is chill / weekend has been great. hasnt been too hot. doesnt get much better than this.

oyes, calzone’s birthday is tomorrow. wish him well

Spa-shma

My parents are currently in Tokyo celebrating their silver anniversary. 25 freaking years!

On another note, my best friend’s birthday is 3 weeks away. She is suggesting a spa day. How..wholesome? While I’m a huge fan of pampering myself, I prefer the idea of doing ridiculous things I’ll regret when I’m in my 30’s on her birthday. Of course, when we’re discussing her birthday plans, I nodd and say, “Yes! Spa day! Fabulous!” But I’m thinking, “Shit. I guess I have to return that nasty dress and the four handles of gin I bought for her birthday.” Why do taken girls have to be so wholesome? Was I like this when I was taken? When I’m in a relationship again (which I’m not allowed to do for at least 3 months – I made a pact with the guys a few nights ago in a chatroom we named “Heyyyyyy baby..A/S/L?”) I will make an effort to date someone that encourages me to behave like a frat boy every Friday night. Now that’s classy.

Anyway, I was supposed to make a point after typing all of that, but I lost interest. In other news, TheBusDriver hasn’t said much about Vegas to me. I assume that this is because he foolishly put almost a G on black and LOST. I also woke up in the middle of the night to him standing in his underwear, eating fried chicken wings that he stole from someone else’s discarded room service, and swearing. I think Vegas outdid him. I think he’s scarred for life. Or maybe I am.

*I’m protecting the identities of everyone that’s mentioned on this blog – which, I should note, is a waste of time. Everyone knows who we are anyway. I’m sure that everyone knows who theBusDriver is, even though he insists on writing like a 15-year-old Chinese kid from Brooklyn, despite being the only one out of the four of us that is Ivy League-educated. Damn. That was one hell of a run-on sentence.

gym girl

watched game 6 at the gym the other day. i was on the treadmill for quite a bit and soaked up my white t. did a few pull-ups. im not going to bore you with the exercises i did or what i ate afterwards to optimize my muscle gain/fat loss. im here to talk about something else – the gym girl. yanno that girl or guy that you keep seeing time after time in one locale? it doesnt neccessarily have to be the gym. it could be the library or bookstore or lecture class…well yeah, you get my point. both of you eye each other from afar and periodically throughout

yesterday, we both happened to be on the treadmill. we were one treadmill away from each other. when i saw that she was coming to run, i began to turn it up (from 6.5 to 7.0 LOL – i know im slow faggot). I believe i was watching the rihanna – SOS music video as motivation. dammmmmmmmmn girl you look fionee..yumyumyum. i love running to all types of music, but especially to music videos of almost aneroxic chicks or ones with nice bodies. also dont mind a little ginuwine or tyrese. bodies like pump me up (wow, that sounded so wrong) but anyways back to the story at hand. she usually comes in with a georgetown tshirt or one of those prep shirts with two crew paddles interlocking..something weak like that. she also usually wears short shorts, but not booty shorts. what do most people do in situations like this? let the scenario fester and think about it in your head endlessly while listening to leona lewis – broken love? or be a little annoying douchebag and tell all your friends constantly regardless of what he or she has to say? or step up to the plate like big papi at fenway park and swing for the fences?… no right answer. in this case, im going to just let it be.

what ya’ll think? playaz?

a confused bus driver……..

I want I want I want

God dammit. BART was stop go stop go stop go stop go for the last 20 minutes. It’s an ordeal commuting to and from work. I need to move out of the suburbs and into the city, but I’ll wait until it’s the right time. I live rent free in a big house with my own room (which has a big bed) and I get to use as many closets as I want, as long as my sister is still away at school. My parents pay for my gas and food and there is never a shortage of wine in my house. There is no embarrassment in living at home because it’s completely socially acceptable for girls to live at home. I don’t have any reason to want to move out, except for the commute. It is killing me.

I am currently trying to convince TheBusDriver to go to Las Vegas in August so I can tag along. I am dead set on getting a private cabana by the pool (we didn’t last time because bad weather). Also, it’s imperative that we pay a visit to Cut. I love steak. With the amount of alcohol we plan on drinking, I’m sure that the 4 of us will come back from this trip with plenty of sinful stories. Please, please, please BusDriver. Let’s go to Vegas!!

Anyway, if we don’t go to Vegas in August, I’ll have to schedule something else that’s fabulous that month. I am going to Napa with GucciManLA in July, and NYC to visit TheBusDriver and some other friends in September. I need to have something fabulous to do every month or else I’ll melt out of boredom. I am restless restless restless and this headache is killing me why am i even blogging right now hahaakdfss!!!!

Becks is in da house!

I just received an email from my coworker containing the following info:

FYI, David Beckham will be in Union Square this afternoon at 5 pm, promoting Emporio Armani underwear.

 

J

*GASP. Too bad I never get out of the office until 6:30-7. If not, you KNOW I’d be running over ALL those 12 year olds with my five inch heels.

dirty laundry

dude. i need a effing maid. need the standard package (2x a month for 50-70 bucks including laundry in my apt) if you know of any, hollatchaboy. sometimes i dread the weekend because i have nothing to wear and am forced to goto bloomingdales/saks/soho to get a quick vintage douchebag looking tshirt for $50. (i know i am a douchebag but whatever). i havent shopped in awhile but recently did pick up a few modern amusement t’s and throwbacks.  check out this one i got:

groovy eh? dope. it basically hates on LA and the type of people that live in the concrete jungle. im not hating since i have multiple friends in the area, but ew, totally not me.  went to LA and did my tour of duty through LA’s finest (missed out on Area) - mood/cabana club/le cercle (prive) back-to-back-to-back. totally wack and fake atmosphere.

haha im sounding like i hella did not appreciate the experience but who am i kidding?! truth be told, if you asked me at 1:15AM on each of those three nights if i were having fun, id prolly give you a big hug and say something along the lines of “i love california…and the girls that live here” or “man, it definitely has to be the weather cuz girls in ny just dont come like that”

ok, i have ran out of things to say for today. i am still new to this business so hopefully i will learn to be more interesting and verbose. and when i say business, that is exactly how i view it. a partnership business with my friends in different area codes. hopefully we can make the content interesting enough for you readers to come back regularly. and if that happens, well, we will be sure to monetize this viewership through some not so distracting advertisements. i am cognizant that this will not materialize in the immediate future, but hopefully one day down the line

 

 

 

 

 

mornin ramblings

just got into my office, the cube, bullpen, whatever its called. it is now 9:40AM. I couldve gotten in earlier, but I have nothing to do for work this morning, or wait!, for the whole day! I have an errand to run all afternoon so i might just call it a half day + dinner. I waited 20 minutes this morning for an iced tall skim caramel machiatto. if that isn’t gay, i dont know what is. perhaps if the hispanic cashier lady didn’t break her arm helping her ghetto brother move a table and was more efficient digging out change from register as opposed to engaging in all sorts of wild conversations with her fellow latinaz, i wouldve been out of there early. damn, corporate america relies on coffee like some brothaz down south appreciate their grape soda. i dont really need my starbucks, but i do have a sweet tooth and really dig the caramel flavor

waiting in line was definitely an experience and by experience, i mean lame…multi-ethnic like everything else in NY. physiques all over the place with slim wastes and broad shoulders to mamacitas and sistas with their excess fat rolling over their pants. some were dressed professionally while others would make a prostitute blush. this is afterall still early in the moanin. it was like being in a real-life spike lee movie. like the montage in 25th hour where you see ppl from all different walks of life or the ppl inside the bank in inside man. 2 classic movies if you ask me. aint nothin better than a nice mornin in the city i call home for now. [sidenote: last two songs i listened to on my ipod: 1) 2pac - to live or die in LA 2) people under the stairs - san francisco knights. now aint that some confused shiz??!]

oyes…check out this email i received this weekend

Hello XXX,

Do you have any plans to visit Las Vegas? I have a 2-4 night comped stay for you now through August 31, based on availability.

If you do plan to visit and would like to stay at The Venetian/Palazzo, please call my direct number, Tuesday – Saturday from 10am-6pm Pacific Time.

My toll free number is XXX-XXX-XXXX

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