Partner in Crime for the night.

Bday Girl!

Om Noms!

Being a dork!

Good looking people know good looking people.

Some of my Faves.

As long as I've got my suit and tie.

 

 

 

Last night as I laid in bed and I could not sleep, and I as replaying my day of the things I have done and how I interacted in certain situations.  I used to always do that.  I used to replay the entire day in my head and take notes of my interactions with those around me.  I would try to measure the ripples and if I left positive impacts to all those around me.  I would replay people's reaction to my words and how I reacted to their words and think of ways I could have done better.   

In the midst of my thoughts, I realized that I had completely forgotten it was @annieothergirl 's BDAY YESTERDAY!  

Annie is one of the happiest people on Xanga pouring out to everyone.  I see her leave comments of love and positivity to so many people on Xanga.  And if you really know Annie,  she is pretty busy getting sexy in the gym,  raising a daughter, and getting her edumacation on.  She is an amazing girl and I have been blessed by her presence and insightful words and encouragement.  I know you guys have too, so if you have a chance today, tell her HAPPY BELATED because we all suck and forgot.  

Send her eprops or whatever.  Get Dan to send her lifetime membership.   I don't know, but show her some love.  She is awesome.

 

Happy Birthday Annie! 

I wrote this really bad review about this General Manager at this gym my friends go to.  

http://www.yelp.com/biz/city-sports-club-san-jose#hrid:e_4LOJIf3vvWWkuiN6vRww

And I am not sure how I feel about it.   I am not the type to bad mouth someone, but at the same time this guy is pretty annoying.  There are ton of reviews about how bad their customer service is from this GM.

I wrote the review and he read it right away, because my cousin goes to the gym and the GM talked to my cousin asking, "I guess David doesn't want to come to this gym then."

And I don't want to come to that gym as much as my friends are already working out there and its convenient.

Should I take down the bad review or should I talk to the GM and work out something?  

Btw, can anyone that is yelp or yelp elite like upvote my reviews? I am working on becoming yelp elite.  :D 

It really is no secret who my favorite writers are.  My writing has been changing and as I work on my craft, it is starting to sound a bit like their voice.

You start to sound like those you surround yourselves so it makes sense to me how this may be occurring.

The following would be my own renditions of how I think they write some of these people write.

I don't write as sharply as as he does with his clear cut direction on how you should live your life.

• "It is one way or another.  You can either have what you want in life or you can sit there and cry about how the other guy got to go home with the prom queen.  Sack up, hit the gym, and learn a pick up line or two.  If you want to bang the prom queen, you can't be standing against the wall like a little pussy wishing things were better.  Get it!  With the attitude you have, a fuckin' Lambo couldn't help you."  

I am not as reflective as she is.

• "I should not have called him, but I did.  Maybe it was the hour of the night, the second glass of red wine swirling in my hand, or the fact that I have not been on a date for so long. UGHHHHHH! I remind myself I am young and ambitious and still have much of the world to conquer before I even settle down. Who does this guy think he is with his charming smile and immaculate resume that would impress any Asian mother."

I don't make love and even the end of love sound this beautiful.

• "It was the way she would lay there naked with nothing on, but my white bed sheets  covering everything but her face and the side of her leg.  She would say, "I can never be completely under the sheets. I get too hot and I feel trapped."  The irony of those words will be more than relevant in the coming moments.  I knew this would be one of the last times I would see the dimples on the small of her back or the tattoo she got when she was 17, that she swears very few people have even seen.  Was I lucky or was she, for we have ..."

Haha.   I hope I did these writers some justice, but I have enjoyed their writing through the years profusely.  I do not sit there and analyze their writing, but overtime I have been getting comments that my writing has changed and is reminiscent of some of my favorites.  Thank God, because I honestly think I use to write like shit.   Word vomit would be the best word to use here or maybe stream of consciousness.   Honestly, I free write completely and have too much attention deficit .... lets go ride bikes!!!! I hardly edit my passages and hope that my first draft is good enough.  Grammar is not my strongest suit and my use of commas are like chopsticks in the hands of a white man.  They are being used, but not with ease and not in the right way.  

At the end of it though,  the writing still needs to be mine. 

It would be the voice of a dorky, pimply, young boy who grows into a man with a penis so large that if he sent you a picture of it, you would be strolling down for days, a man that will one day make Petitetokio his ex-wife not because how successful he becomes, but he learned to become the Asshole 3.0, not only capable of shattering your dreams and not your ego, but taking your soul with it, a man that will use these jars of hearts and write stories of moment after moment of how even in the midst of heartbreaks, there was ethereal beauty which will bring the next wave of souls for the taking, that even in the breakdown there was true, satisfying love.

Time will tell and life is more than grand.  I will delight in my current marshmallows, while holding out for what the world has to offer.  

My voice is a medley of all these other voices, with its own distinct sounds and emphasis.  I hope in the end my true voice will be able to shine through.  

Note: Just kidding about breaking your heart PT, I would never do that.  <3

the lines on your body more distinct
and clean than the white powder
nicely drawn on the mirror, reflecting
more than the joy we felt
as we inhaled each moment 

you laid there, eyes rolled back 
body stretched out, a canvas waiting 
for me to stroke my words and feelings and dreams 
into you, 
     onto you, 
           to you.. 

we breathe in deep, drawing every last ounce 
of joy, bliss, salvation 
before we end collapsing into
One.

 

for you @l0311879l  -> fight the good fight 

"Did you get any flowers this year for Valentines?"

"No," she replied sheepishly.

"Here. This is for you. I couldn't have you go through Valentine's without getting any."  I handed her a single yellow rose with a red ribbon hidden under my sweater.

"Thank you.  I have something for you in the car too," she smiles.

---

And when we got to the car, I couldn't keep my hands off.  I could not believe she gave it me right there in the parking lot.

She had baked me cookies! Cue the music.  ♪Can't keep my hands, my hands, my, uh, my.  Can't keep my hands, my hands my hands out the cookie jar.♪

Now mind you.  Although from my Instagram photos you would thing I am a porker, I do not eat unhealthy at all. I usually only eat half of my meals and I never snack on things that are unhealthy. Very rarely.

So when she gave me these cookies she told me one thing, "The only thing you have to do is tell me they are delicious."

And they were not!  These cookies were kinda dry and the size of each cookie was uneven and simply not appetizing.  They were decent at best. So what did I do the next morning?  I texted her,"The cookies are amazingly good. Thank you for the treat."

To this she let me know that it was sweet of me say that, but her mother gave her some real feedback and she said the next batch will be a lot better.

But here is the thing, I really like the cookies.  Not because they are delicious, but because she had made them and thought of me.  These cookies may not be the best, but to a degree, they were made with a bit of love.  So here I am sitting in the middle of my work day chomping on these overly sweet, nutrient-lacking cookies and I love them.   

Is this how it starts? Is this how it will begin again?

 Picture shown does not represent the cookies she made. FYI.  

Addendum: If anyone ever shows you my blog, I want you to know dear that writers sometimes exaggerate for effect. Muah!

 

"I think I like you."

"That's unfortunate.  I think I like you too."

"That is indeed unfortunate," he smiles.

---

 "In the Stanford Marshmallow Experiment, young children were promised two marshmallows by a researcher. The researcher presented them with the first one straight away and told them they’d get the second as long as they didn’t eat the first before the researcher returned. The researcher then left the room for 15 minutes. A few kids scarfed the marshmallow immediately while a minority held out for the second.

The children who held out did so by forcing themselves. They turned around and covered their eyes, they tugged at their pigtails, they kicked the table. Some even “stroked the marshmallow like a tiny stuffed animal”. Long term studies went on to show that the children who were able to do this, to delay gratification and wait for the second marshmallow also turned out to achieve more in life.

The conclusion was that the ability to delay gratification correlated with more success in the long run.

However I think there’s a second conclusion. It took 15 minutes for the researcher to eventually reappear and for the remaining children to receive their second marshmallow. The girl who held out, spent 15 minutes of her life tugging her pigtails, waiting anxiously for a marshmallow. Meanwhile, one of her other friends got a marshmallow immediately, left the experiment 15 minutes earlier and got back home in time for dinner and playtime.

Sometimes we have to force ourselves to stop living with our eyes covered and our backs turned, stroking our dreams like stuffed animals while we wait for a sorry marshmallow. We need to just eat the one that’s in front of us and enjoy it."

---

Good girls are hard to come by and I am in the process of lining my ducks in a row.  My friend said it best, "Commitment means not doing things on the side, it means dedicating significant time and energy to the single task of building something great. Ignore all distractions, no dating, parties, eating out... Fuck, sometimes even taking a shit feels like a waste of time." And what is that thing I am currently building? It is not a startup like my friend, but I am currently building up myself.  

That is the thing with people that are always working towards the future though.  They never know how to enjoy the present, and its true that it is a great thing.  One day these people will be building the empires we live in, but there is something to be said about enjoying the moment.  Timing is the key.  When do you enjoy and when do you delay gratification for something better? 

The words are out there.  Do we wait and build a stronger friendship and have more time for ourselves to grow as individuals or enjoy the moment?

Eff it. Marshmallows for all!  OMNOMNOMNOM.  Eat the one in front of us and enjoy it!  

me:  Alright, that is all the wisdom you will get from me right now. You will have to bribe me with hugs for more later.

Her:  lol fine

This is how you get girls, huh?

I see your game

me:  hah, what is my game?

Her:  You're very flirty

me:  I like to use the word friendly and outgoing, but sure.

Her:  You set situations up so that the girl can walk into the trap instead of having you go in for the kill right away

me:   I like to say I am easy going

Her:  You're very charming

me:  that i will take

THANK YOU!

Her:  Would you say you're good with the ladies?

me:  i would say i am good with people

i like connecting with people

Her:  Hm i see

Would you say you have no problems attracting females then?

me:  i think i fair better than the average guy

but i dont think i can attract any woman

Her:  I see

me:  do i interest you

u must meet a lot of people here and there

am i any different than the rest

Her:  Yes, you're very interesting

You're a lot more appealing than most people i have come across

me:  hah. what is it exactly if u can try to wrap ur hands around it? I am curious what is appealing. Maybe i will accentuate it further to win more hearts.

Her:  It's just your personality in general and the vibe you give off.

It is almost addicting. You are like the light moths are attracted to. You give off this warm

Friendly vibe

No negativity

 me:  i have the biggest smile on my face. thank you.

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I was fixing my resume the other day, and adding a couple of things that make me look good. 

• Capable of looking ridiculously busy at work while trying to score the last few sexy xangan girls that have not been touched by @Yosho, @Cakalusa, or @Mr_jin_tonic
• Taking extra night classes to pursue further writing skills to score said girls above 

And other things of that nature.   I had my friend review my resume and she asked me a very critical question.  What was the result of all your actions or the time you spent here at this company at this role?

It made simple sense to me but this was a bit of an a-ha moment for me.  Companies hire people because they produce results.   You see, so many of us are doing the right things, but we are not getting anywhere or we don't focus on results.   And its not to say that we are doing the wrong things and we should stop and give up, but we should reevaluate the ways in which we are doing it.  

One easy example is weight loss.  I know this one girl that runs 2-3 hrs a day at the gym every single day and still looks like shit.   I said it!  With all that work she puts in to look the exact same, it is a waste of her time if her goal is to simply lose weight.  (Hyperbole is the word of the day.  She is moderately cute.)

My advice to her is "You can't outrun a bad diet."  I have told her this, but she thinks she can prove the world wrong.  

It is that simple.  If she was working out to just keep her weight and check to eat, my one other friend I call this working towards equilibrium, then that is fine or as I like to put on Instagram #iruntoeat, but this case is different.  She is always talking about getting super fit and toned, but she is not willing to really reflect on her progress.   If she focused on her results, she would know that she simply has to modify a bit more of behavior just to get where she wanted.  

So my future xanga resume will look something like this.  No more blogging for shits.  I want results damnit!

• Blogged 500 words every other day resulting in 15 comments and 300 page views per post
• Exchanged 25 private messages between sexy asian girls leading to 4 phone numbers and late night calls
• Productivity and efficiency lead to sexxing up two xangans

I am looking at you @petitetokio and @scriptament.  Please break my heart and write about it.

Joking aside, this is the year.  And it is doubly the year because Chinese New Year started yesterday.  So if some of you have already failed your goals and gave in to those delicious Girl Scout Cookies, you have a second chance.   

I wish you guys all the best on getting the results you want this year.   Chuc Mung Nam Moi! 

The two of them had just walked 25 steps away from the rest of the group
It had been a great night with steak, wine, martinis, and mojitos
She had been the guest of honor, the plus one, the friend for the night

The friends had been speculating if the two were dating
What a great girl, they continued to whisper to him through the dancing and merriment
He did not know if they were staring as he grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze

The presumptuousness of his hopes were rewarded as she returned the squeeze favorably
They continued to walk towards the car not caring to see if anyone  was watching
The combination of drinking and their continuous flirting through the night peaked

As they turned the corner he grabbed her in close for a hug
They linger --  he slipped his hands behind her jacket to firmly grab her back
As he continued to hold her close and breathe softly in her ear

Her head is perfectly creviced in the side of his shoulder
And what feels like forever begins to pass
She kisses his shoulder and turns her head towards him

They hover their lips in front of each other and the sweet smell of alcohol
is now sweeter off her lips than it was in the glass
Their lips continue to dance and tease each other as the two have through the night

The moment passes and no one dares to go in for the final kiss
The single moment has passed
They continue on, not mentioning it to another soul