Monday, October 26, 2009

how i am george costanza.

you know what annoys me? quizzes that people take on facebook. i hate seeing that "rando ugly fattie is ron weasley! come take your own quiz and find out which harry potter character you are!"
naw, homegirl, you fat and ugly, you hagrid, end of story.
facebook is getting way too crazy now. can someone please tell me the difference between live feed and newsfeed?

the reason i mention these quizzes is bc i recently saw one asking "which sienfield character are you?" ok, thats a lie. i've never seen that quiz, but i thought it would make for a good intro. anyways, what matters is it reminded me of a blog post i'd been meaning to write for sometime. how i am george costanza.

a year ago, i was telling a friend of mine about my internship at anonymous company. while there, i told him how i was able to convince 3 different managers that i was working on projects for another manager. therefore, being able to get paid while never doing any work. also, i worked a weird schedule that no one actually knew anything about. so i was able to come in whenever and put a few extra hrs here and there. i was young, forgive me.
well, i told my friend this and he said i was just like george costanza from sienfield, one of my fave shows ever, bc george was always doing things to get paid for doing nothing. i laughed at the comment bc i thought it was pretty much true. little did we know how true that comment was. later that night, on my random wikipedia searching sprees, i decided to wiki george costanza. what i found was shocking and astounding.

actually, first i googled george costanza. and this was the first picture to come up.

i have no idea how many pictures i have of myself in this pose.

already, i was very intrigued to see how much more i was like george costanza. well, he is described as a "Short, stocky, slow-witted, bald man". ok, short and slow-witted, maybe. stocky? i hope not and def not bald.. yet. 2/4 ain't bad but not great. i read on..

"Characteristics: George is neurotic, self-loathing, and dominated by his parents." after wikipediaing "neurotic" i determined that was def. all 3. how do i know this? just read my following tweets:
neurotic - "dang it, used "gonna" instead of "going to" in chat with coworker. stupid john!"
self-loathing - " i ask myself, "why did these people hire me?!" every time i come to work.."
dominated by parents - a few weeks ago, my mom told me to be careful when i go out. bc people might put drugs in my drink and do things to me. somehow, i feel like they are going after different prey...

"Throughout Seinfeld's first season, George was portrayed as a moderately intelligent character—at one point; he mentions an intellectual interest in the American Civil War and, in some early episodes, appears almost as a mentor to Jerry—but gets less sophisticated, to the point of being too lazy even to read a 90-page book. However, one Chicago Tribune reviewer noted that, despite of all his shortcomings, George is "pretty content with himself."
well, my mom always said i was smart but lazy. i prefer stupid and lazy. and despite all my shortcomings and failures, i am very content with myself. so pretty much spot on here.

"George exhibits a number of negative character traits, among them stinginess, selfishness, dishonesty, insecurty, and neurosis."
dont' believe that i exhibit all of these character traits? just go on one date with me. jk! i am ultra good guy!

"Many of these traits form the basis of his involvement in various plots, schemes, and awkward social encounters. Episode plots frequently feature George manufacturing elaborate deceptions at work or in his relationships in order to gain or maintain some small or imagined advantage. He had success in "The Opposite," in which Jerry advises him to do the opposite of what his instincts tell him to do, which results in him getting a girlfriend and a job with the Yankees."
mm, i've talked my way into getting someone to pay for a dollar movie bc i drove; had my boss's daughter at a tutoring place pay for my movie ticket; gotten 3 different managers thinking that i was working on a project for someone else; cheated of the people next to me and gotten higher scores. as for doing the opposite of what my instincts tell me to do. i never tell anyone related to my professional life about my blog no matter how much i want to. currently, i am still employed, probably not for long though...

"His relationship with Elaine and Kramer is likely a love/hate relationship. With Elaine, he does get into arguments in one episode, even though he is scared of her."
have you met my friend grace?

"He has an affinity for nice restrooms and lush work facilities. In "The Revenge", he quits his real-estate job solely because he is forbidden to use his boss's private bathroom." In "The Busboy", he claims to have a cursory knowledge of the locations of the best bathrooms in the city.
i also have an affinity towards clean restrooms, refusing to go to any public ones unless completely necessary. at gatech, i trust the management building, 1st floor student center (never 2nd), coc building, and the crc (but only to pee). recently, i was forced to poo at a chevron. i showered for 45 minutes that night.

"He also displays a fear of diseases, such as lupus and cancer. "
umm, chlamydia?

"George is the only character who isn't able to smoke a cigarette. "
smoking, are you joking? that is all you need to know.

"The extreme closeness of the friendship (with Jerry) is occasionally mistaken for homosexuality."
for some reason, i come across the same problem.

"..in "The Cartoon", George dates someone whom Kramer insists is merely a "female Jerry". When George is forced to note to himself that the idea of a female Jerry with whom he can have a close personal relationship and also a sexual relationship would be everything he has ever wanted, George, in horror, breaks off his relationship with the woman."
i once decided that if there was a female Andy, i might fall in love.


any questions?

and that is how i am george costanza.
that's all for now. hope you had a marvelous monday and a terrific tuesday tomorrow.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

this is too funny not to post...



props to my BFF4ever for finding this!
btw, i hate raccoons. i hope you what raccoons stands for bc they are the worstest things in the world. i am too angry to post tonight. have a fabulous friday tomorrow.
hopefully i'll post this weekend.

p.s. i want earrings. should i? i know i'm getting old now, and my work people might fire me and shun me forever. but i really want some now. unfortunately, i have no earlobes. so i dont know if they would look good on me.

should i??? i would not be asking this if i had earlobes...
why does jesus hate me so?

p.p.s. i was at an asian market the other day and saw this.

really, vietnam? really. who's gonna use a fork thats all oily like that?

p.p.p.s. my work people already hate me.. how do i know this? the following conversations occurred this week.

on sametime (office chat program)
me: that's cool. :).
co-worker: don't smiley face me.
me: :(.
co-worker: those faces are not suitable for conversations between men.
me: you consider me a man?!
co-worker: *signs off

ok, the last two lines didn't happen, but you know...

bossman: hey john, i want you to look through this and update me with more current data. *hands me packet
me: but..
bossman: *walks away

:(.

Monday, October 19, 2009

I AM LEBRON JAMES.

before i start, i noticed that i had an extra "follower" on my followers tab. anthony lee, do i know you? are you my first fan?! are you a supercutiegirl who's real name is andrea!

ok, back to my post. today i was reading my google reader when i stumbled across this article on one of my numerous basketball blogs.
"http://www.cleveland.com/cavs/index.ssf/2009/10/lebron_james_remembers_his_spr.html"

this is how the article began..
"Some of the toughest days for LeBron James over the last year had nothing to do with basketball. It was the gut-churning period when he waited to make sure he didn't have cancer. In his first interview on the subject since surgery to remove a tumor from his jaw area in June, James told The Plain Dealer there were several jittery days last January after he had a biopsy on the growing lump under his right ear."

i read this and my first thought was. IS THIS ARTICLE ABOUT ME. AM I LEBRON JAMES?! now, you're probably thinking, "what the crap is this crazy little chinaman talking about?" well, ever since i can remember i have had a tumor in the exact same area. even going to the doctors a few years ago to make sure it wasn't malignant. intrigued, i continued reading..

"Doctors at the Cleveland Clinic found a growth on James' parotid gland, which produces saliva. Those sorts of tumors are somewhat rare, on average there's usually around 2,500 cases each year. It represents only about three percent of all discovered tumors and just six percent of tumors found in the head and neck area, according to several medical reference Web sites."

mm, parotid gland. exactly where dr. patel told me my tumor was. i thought it was kinda cool to find someone else with the same condition as me. esp someone like lebron. although i am a kobe fan all the way..

as you can see.. the right side of our faces are slightly bigger than the left. neither of us look very happy about it. i am mostly sad bc i only have a dimple on the left side of my face. :(. and being forced to take a picture with my sister, a wang.

anyways, here are some highlights of the article so you don't actually have to read it:
"It didn't cause James much pain, unless he was hit directly on the right side of the jaw. It happened a few times when he was fouled driving to the basket. In those instances, James was sometimes slow to get up, leaving some to believe he was milking the hits for the referees' benefit. Some of the time he was just suffering in silence, never discussing the tumor with the media. "
"slow to get up." lebron james, you are a little pansy. man up! i am hit there all the time and i bounce right back up! suffering in silence my butt.. he doesn't have a little sister that deliberately hits them there for fun! that's true pain right there. physical and emotional!

"There is now a thin, half moon-shaped scar around James' ear, though the surgeons did a good job of hiding it on a face seen by millions on a regular basis. "
i do not want a scar. so i will not be participating in this surgery.

"The news turned out to be good; the mass wasn't cancerous. But if it was allowed to grow it could become malignant and so James made plans to have surgery to remove it as soon as possible after the season ended."
ummm, WHAT. dr. patel said it was rare. dr. patel did not say it could grow to become malignant! dr. patel is getting a call very soon. oh wait, i have no insurance. i am going to die. this is no good. dr. patel is going to get a call from my mommy when i die.

sigh. what a mundane monday. sadness. oh well, other than this depressing news today was good. went to another free hawks game and had a chili cheese dog with chili cheese fries and, in turn, completely failed day 1 of my diet. there is always tomorrow.
until next time, have a terrific tuesday.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

fail. fail. fail. yml.

fail. that is the topic of this post. there has been a great amount of fail in my life recently. well, there's always a lot of fail, but there seems to be slightly more than usual lately.

take today's nap. ultra fail. i came home from work uber exhausted and decided to nap after dinner. well i just lied in bed and couldn't even succeed in my napping. how is that even possible? i'm like the best napper ever! i even nap when i don't want to.
for instance, i have napped while standing up. like a cow. except i fall down. this occurred when i interned yamaha. i was participating in a "time study." which is the worst job for an industrial engineer. don't ever become a performance/sixsigma/kaizen/ anything. it is the worstest. anyways, in the LOUD atv assembly plant, i was able to fall asleep and fall down. fortunately, there were spare parts all around me and when i fell, nobody could see me. unfortunately, the floor was concrete and i was in much pain for the next few days.
i have also napped while talking to someone face to face. also at yamaha, there was another intern there, and well, let's just say he was a boring/annoying/ijustwanttopunchhimintheface type of person. anyways, we were supposed to work together on something. i forget what because when i work with people i don't like i tend not to listen. while we were brainstorming, apparently, i fell asleep. how do i know this? bc i was woken up to him nudging me and saying, "john, you fell asleep while i was talking." apparently.

poor guy. i felt bad. not bad enough to stay at yamaha though. i did not return for my second term. why they even asked me back is beyond me.

another failure occurred yesterday. the zune i ordered came in and i was superexcited! it was a 4gb refurb + fm transmitter + case for $50. which is exactly what i've needed. a cheap mp3 player that i can use in my car. so i opened everything and plugged it into my mac to discover.. zunes do NOT work on macs. what kind of bullcrappers is that?! i could understand if the main program doesn't work, but at least let me drag and drop into the zune like a usb! how is bill gates so dumb?! argh. i was soooo angry. luckily i was able to l33th4xx0rs (did i spell that right? i'm really not good with computers. at all.). and got it running on my mac after downloading parallels and xp onto my mac. so i hurriedly put 4gbs worth of music on my zune and went to sleep.
the next morning i drove to work listening to my zune all excited. the quality wasn't very good though, mostly cuz of the fm transmitter. anyone know how to find the best station to use in atl?
anyways, for lunch i decided to drive to subway with my coworker. and of course he has to play with my zune. and what comes on? carrie underwood. and not just any carrie underwood. "ever ever after" by carrie underwood. and what is the cd cover for that song?


WHAT.


let's just say there was a brief awkward silence. if you remember, i am still rather new at work and so nobody really knows me that well. i really don't think this will help me make friends...

oh. and also, a few weeks ago. i was eating an ice cream sandwich. and went to throw away the wrapper. instead i threw away the ice cream and was left with only the wrapper. and the sound of my sister laughing at me. but many of you already know this. and will never let me live it down. sigh.

besides my chronic failings. life has been ultra good. good enough for me to send out this tweet yesterday..

"what is the opposite of fml? bc that is what i feel. i'm inventing one. right now. yml. yaymylife."

yayy. anyways, things have been grrrreat. i dont even know why. but it is. although i am sad that i haven't really had much time to blog or even think about blogging. i work then ball or do something else till real late and don't have much time to get a good post out. the only new thing i can think of is my new promise to get back in shape. i hope to be able to rep 200 lbs in bench by the end of the year. i dont know why, but i decided i wanted to do that.
and that is all i have for today.
until next time, have a wonderful wednesday!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

being asian and google failures.

today i was playing basketball with some co-workers after work and our conversations steered towards me being asian. for reference, there are only 2 asians in our office. me and this other guy who is 1/2 thai 1/2 white. the following conversation ensued:

co-worker1: who do you think is more asian? superstrongjohn or other asian guy?
co-worker2: well, it depends on what asian stereotype you want to place them under.
co-worker1: haha, this is true.
me: uhh
co-worker2: yea, i mean. the other asian guy is really smart. but i think superstrongjohn is more asian.
me: what.

WHAT IS THIS OTHER "ASIAN" AND WHY IS IT ME?!?! WHY CAN'T I BE THE SMART ONE?!?! well, i know why i am not the smart one, but that is neither here nor there. anyways, so i did the next logical step and googled "asians" to see what would come up and how they might see me. some of the pictures i will not post bc it seems that some pictures are NSFW even with "safe search" on.. sigh...


i really hope they don't think i'm crazy...


this may be true. but i dont think they know about my blog...


it would be pretty cool if they saw me as a red army ninja guy...


sadly, this is probably how the see me. maybe i should get a supersaiyan haircut one day...

while this search of "asians" gave me some decent hits, i've realized in the past few weeks or so that google has consistently been failing me. this is unacceptable. as i use google and wikipedia every day as factual references to everything, i don't even know what to believe anymore.
for instance, as you may know i am in love with shoes. and black people. so i wanted to know how black people keep their shoes so clean. that way i can be more and more like them.

nothing! the 3rd link tricked me, but it was for actual tennis players and keeping shoes clean on clay courts, etcs. zero help for me, because as we all know. if there are two sports black people do not play it is swimming and tennis. cricket is not a sport. so india.
even with that failed search, i decided to give google a 2nd chance. i realized that black people don't talk like us. they say things like "oh i see you!" instead of "good job!" so i tried another search...


while i understand the 3rd link may be a commonly asked question, it has nothing to do with my search. being the ultra persistent person that i am, i decided one last time to try again...

the 3rd link again almost worked. however it was just a shoe blog. which i will probably keep reading, but nothing on clean shoes. sadness. maybe it is time for bing.. which reminded me of this picture i saw on digg..

and this is why i don't tell my sister about my blog.
thanks for reading and have a thrilling thursday and upcoming fabulous friday!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

crazy outrageous bad decisions...

heyy, this is my 2nd video ever. hope you like! until next time, have a terrific tuesday!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

greatest hits, vol. 3

welcome to greatest hits, vol. 3. continuing my memory book i write about my adolescent years. of which, i never want to grow up from.
question. has my writing style changed much since sr. year of high school? it makes me sad that i've never been able to work on or improve my writing since then. i mean, physics IIIIIIIII doesn't really help my creativity or vocabulary. this autobiography will never be written. :(.
anyways, on to the memory book.

My Best Friend Now

My best friends now are a couple of cute little boys named Josh Shin and Steve Yi. They are two very nice people. I play with them a lot. We started hanging out this school year. We do a lot of fun things together. We call ourselves the JSJ triumvirate. JSJ stands for John, Steve, and Josh.

The three of use look nothing alike; Steve is tall and big; Josh is tall and skinny; and I am short and squatty. However, we are able to look beyond our bodacious bodies and see the true beauty within. We do have one physical similarity. The three of us are beautiful beyond compare.

One of the activities we used to engage together in was working at Kumon. It was lots of fun telling children to be quiet and do their work. We tag team ravage the delinquents such as John and Kristen White at Kumon until they finish their work. We have also worked our magic on Faris Zaki, Patrick Paige, Suhala Dhanini, Afshan Lakhani, Andrew Chang, Taabish, Zehneel, Zain Gillani, Khayri Burns, Neelam Sayani, Noelle, Logan, the Mitnaul siblings, Cameron, Namndi Ofodile, etc.

After work we would most likely be found at Wendy’s shoving down Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers and other delicacies on the value menu. However, due to our subsequent quittings and price hikes at Wendy’s it is far less common to find us there. Our other hangouts include Burger King (only if they have dollar whoppers), Steve’s house (he has three extremely stunning little sisters), and Eppy’s (we are in awe of the Punjab Mafia waiter there).

I just want to say that I miss JSJ. a lot.

High School: The Early Years

My freshman year at Parkview High School was one filled with amazement. I was a violin-toting, 2937428432492843 pound book bag wearing innocent little Chinese boy. Weighing in at a meager 5’ 1”, 95 lbs, scrawny nerd, I was constantly jostled through the halls by people much bigger than I.

It did not help that I was taking French II and Algebra II my freshmen year, two courses meant for sophomores and/or juniors with the occasional senior. I also took orchestra. O, how I loved that class. The minute I walked into that class, the smiling face of our teacher beamed upon us. We had a wonderful relationship together, one of mutual respect and reverence. I was second chair in the first violin section and our days were full of jollity and gaiety. Could life get any better?

But I must confess orchestra was not this joyous occasion full of merriment and glee. It was anything but. The teacher and I were not, how do you say, cordial in the least. She had, somehow, grown to detest my presence in the class. As to why, I do not know. I wondered in amazement how any person could abhor any person with a cherubic face such as me.

Sadly, our tenure only lasted a year. I quit strings the next year; however I did feel rather poorly for this young lady. As she asked each of us starting from first chair if we wished to continue on next year, she was amazed to discover that I had wanted to quit. I felt even worse when the next 32957235927 people behind me wished to quit as well. I hope she does not believe it was I who started this little uprising against her. Alas, I have never seen her again. So, all is well.

i miss high school as well.

Let’s Take a Vacation

One of my most fun vacations occurred during the summer of my 7th-8th grade year. I went to France with a few of my classmates. It was very fun. It was an unforgettable field trip. It was my favorite school related trip. It was my most liked educational experience.

Overall the entire trip was pleasing; however, there were some unpleasant moments. One was the plane ride there. I sat next to this one rather ugly girl. I do not wish to mention Sarah Levine by name, but I did not have a good time. The other person next to me was an unknown girl who decided to bring her skateboard on her trip from American to France. Yay.

Also, there were some other deterrents that prevented me from having a 100% perfect experience abroad. On one very pleasant day in Paris, as we were exiting our hotel, a pigeon decided it would be humorous to excrete his bodily waste on my head.

Also, while examining the copious amounts of wondrous pictures in the Louvre, a female of African American (actually, I think I should write African French) decent decided it would be perfectly normal for her to begin thumping me repeatedly on the head with her brochure. Another unhappy incident also occurred in the Louvre. While I was sitting down on a step, leaning backward, a child stepped on my hand. He called me a wench and walked off, laughing with his classmates. To this day I am not certain what a wench is, however, I am told it has something to do with whores and pirates. Arrgh, I got termites in me leg!

This was not the end of my series of unfortunate events. While taking a quick excursion through Spain, my friends and I were walking down a sidewalk in the city. AS we were walking, a pair of boys was walking in the opposite direction. As soon as they were beside me, one of them slapped me in the face. Needless to say I am shocked and appalled at the animosity these crazy ignorant Mexicans have towards Chinks.

There were many other incidents that occurred in this gloomy trip; the gang members that chased my companions through a castle and the crazy man with the crazy waving of the umbrella. However, it pangs me to tell of all this. I find myself unable to continue. Until next time, I weep.


i love how most of these entries dont have an ending. i just stop writing. o well.


and that is my greatest hits, vol. 3.
today, i played basketball outside. in my basketball shoes. it was so.. weird... but more importantly it was with my coworkers. it was hard not revealing my true self to them when playing ball. because, incidentally, we were playing with a bunch of black guys. and if you watched my youtube video on playing basketball with black people, you know how i get around their kind.
plus i wasn't playing all that great so i was even more mad. fortunately, i only cursed a little bit under my breath and kept it calm and collective. so yay.
anyways, RIP basketball shoes. how i loved you.


thank you for 6 months of unsprained ankles.

good thing i got my new balling shoes. and my am90s. which i am wearing right now. with not much else.

weeee.

and this is why i do not tell my mom about my blog.
thanks for reading and have a thrilling thursday and upcoming fabulous friday!