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So I was doing my weekly reading for my business class… yes, as I find myself explaining all...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 22:41:12 -0700

So I was doing my weekly reading for my business class… yes, as I find myself explaining all the time: business classes don’t really teach you anything groundbreaking. It’s all very much common sense. But it’s one thing to know something from life experiences and another thing to analyze that knowledge and internalize it…

In any case, I digress. I was doing my reading and I came across this part that mentioned that Fortune 500 CEOs tend to be ENTJs and that this type of personality is quite rare… somewhere around 3% of the population, actually, and that this makes all the difference between middle management and senior management.

Then I couldn’t shake the idea to take the MTBI test again, since the last time I took it was during senior year of high school. I took it, and lo and behold I scored as a mild ENTJ type (I guess “mild” because the Extravert part hardly edges out Introvert, and Thinking is a meager 1% higher than Feeling).

What a difference ten years makes. Back then, I would have never been considered an Extravert. And it’s funny now that people who have met me after college think of me as a “people person.” My 18-year-old self would scoff and call me a sellout.

And in return, I would smile and tell that 18-year-old snob to get over himself.

If anything, 2012 was the year I got to act like a twenty-something and then willingly decided I...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 11:32:00 -0800

If anything, 2012 was the year I got to act like a twenty-something and then willingly decided I need to grow up because I’m too old for that shit.

No more dating girls who have boyfriends, or girls who have two daughters and you never plan to be serious with, or girls who call you a pussy the first night you meet because you don’t want to kiss in front of a guy who happens to like her.

No more lending hundred of dollars to “friends” who then go and disappear off the face of the earth.

No more Mr. Too-Nice Guy, because nobody likes that person. Gotta learn to be more of an asshole.

I saw Glenda marry Peter and I saw Denise marry Jason, and I almost got a second chance with Donna (except I didn’t care to follow through with it), and then saw Donna go off with some other guy again. And then I decided I want that. I want the wedding Glenda and Peter had.

But enough about 2012, 2013 awaits. I’m hoping by this time next year I’ll be in New York debating whether I only want to stay for a week or if I actually stay a full year. But first, I have to quit my job this Friday and see how life uncoils from there.

....of 2012

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 11:06:00 -0800

Favorite movies watched in 2012.

(There are several movies that came out in the last two months that I really want to watch and might have probably made this list, but I will likely not get a chance to watch them until next year)

In no particular order:

1) John Carter (yes it may have been the biggest financial flop in movie history, but dammit if it didn’t make me feel like a kid again and reminded me of old school sci-fi)

2) Safety Not Guaranteed

3) The Expendables 2

4) 21 Jump Street

5) The Amazing Spider-Man

6) The Avengers

7) The Pirates

8) Wreck it Ralph

9) The Most Exotic Marigold Hotel

10) The Grey

Movies that came out last year but I didn’t get to watch until this year and ended up loving:

Arthur Christmas, Black Swan, Another Earth, Melancholia, Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, Bridesmaids, Friends with Benefits (it’s kind of embarrassing to admit I liked this one, but what can I say)

beccccssss: whaaaaaaaat! @__@

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 13:44:21 -0700

beccccssss:

whaaaaaaaat!

@__@

krustaciouscookies: Art I Like / Walking the octopus ^this

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 13:44:04 -0700

krustaciouscookies:

Art I Like / Walking the octopus

^this

^^

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 13:43:22 -0700

theseanachaidh: Octo-phant ^this

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 13:42:55 -0700

theseanachaidh:

Octo-phant

^this

So I think I may have a thing for octopi and jellyfish. I don’t know when it started or how,...

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 13:41:30 -0700

So I think I may have a thing for octopi and jellyfish. I don’t know when it started or how, but I can spend hours at work looking at illustrations of both when I should be writing certificates of flight worthiness or some other such things for parts that may or may not end up in space or a delta airlines plane or whatever. Oh well..

Yeah...

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 09:17:00 -0700

Congratulations… after twenty-seven years of life you have finally discovered that guys have the ability to lie and that not everyone lives in your little fantasy fairyland where you only get what you put in.

Only dumb-fucking people who have always walked away when the going gets tough believe that there is no such thing as middle ground and grey areas. Get over your self-righteous self and become an adult already.

The part of me that still remembers six years ago when you said “let’s just be friends” is kind of glad. I may be a terrible person but at least I’m not in denial.

Come back to talk when you have real problems.

First one in two years I actually saw something with and she goes and disappears, leaving no trace....

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 11:41:47 -0700

First one in two years I actually saw something with and she goes and disappears, leaving no trace. Last thing she said was she’s so tired from having gone to the gym all week and she’ll probably sleep away the rest of the afternoon. I jokingly ask if she would like to go in for me at work so I can take the day off and sleep because I’m also tired from going to the gym. And that was it. No more replies and no return to my phone call.
I saw Maddie’s engagement ring.. in person.. (it’s intimidating) and she showed me pictures of her daughter. I don’t think I’d have been able to give her this life anytime soon. With her fiancee they own 4 or 5 cars, depending on their mood or time of year, and they have a house in the Valley. It’s.. strange talking to her again. I’m just glad we can talk and joke like old times… this time with no pressures. We had never been friends before but it’s not so bad.
Been a bit mia from this tumblr, partly because I have like 1000 others, one for curating interwebs arts, the other for my own art (which I hardly update because I’m so busy with work), another one for my writings, and etc etc..

Optional

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 08:05:55 -0800

Every time I start wondering how I’m gonna jump ship, they go and make it easy on me by sinking the boat.
Self-fulfilling prophecy?
I wonder when I’ll be ready for something real again, because I’m getting too old for this shit.
All the good ones are already taken anyway.

Books on an island

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 23:26:16 -0800

Every year I make a list of resolutions I’m excited about for like two weeks and then completely forget about for the other fifty.
This year, however, my list boils down to one thing: finding again the magic I used to feel during the holidays. I don’t know where it went but I miss it.

Hubris

Sat, 31 Dec 2011 02:56:33 -0800

And then I said “let’s stay out here until your wife decides to forgive you for coming out to drink with me” to my coworker. Maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic. But at 3 am, five hours later, it got just way too damn cold for me to care what happened.

Gondola

Thu, 29 Dec 2011 00:27:19 -0800

Once again my dad has bested me in an argument. The best type of charity work is not charity itself but revolution. Instead of helping that kid in Africa get a meal for a month, you go and change the way the society in which that kid lives is set up so that this kid will never be in need of a meal again. The best way to deal with an illness is not to treat the symptom but the cause of the illness.
Sure it’s much more ambitious, but if it works even in the slightest you end up with results on a wider scope.

Base torso

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 23:32:13 -0700

There is no such thing as a calculated risk. Even the smallest risk.. or no risk at all… could have the most damaging consequences. Or it could be the recipe for magic.
So when people ask if you’re willing to go through it all over again, and risk end up in the shitter once more, pining, sobbing, cursing… you say… You say abso-mothafucken-lutely!

Anonymous passerby

Sun, 25 Sep 2011 14:21:32 -0700

New strategy. This time the point is to approach with as little knowledge as possible. An experiment on how far pure, undistilled attraction will go. No presumptions based on past mistakes, etc. Probably won’t last long before the dirty laundry starts stinking up the room, but oh well.
Think of it as a character study instead of a plot-driven narrative.

Going along

Tue, 20 Sep 2011 22:38:22 -0700

“One wants to be the needle in the haystack; not they haystack.”

Dude, Mad Men is an awesome show.

Flexor retinaculum

Sat, 03 Sep 2011 09:54:56 -0700

“She’s not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.”
Chuck Palahniuk.. on the other hand. Brilliant and channeled.

Title (optional)

Tue, 30 Aug 2011 02:33:38 -0700

It’s so refreshing and satisfying to have someone talk about characters in your novel as if they were real people; criticize their actions and reactions within the context of a completely fictional environment, etc.
On another note: I love the way Bret Easton Ellis proses, but I hate what he does with it. His narration is so empty and vain. And I understand it’s social satire but it goes on and on and on, and the themes of disaffection and hedonism are beaten to death to the point that another character tripping on drugs just becomes another boring tangent. Oh and the obsequious blood-gushing bordering on fan-service without taking the story anywhere is just… Blah.

Sailing

Sat, 27 Aug 2011 00:19:47 -0700

And I laugh because there’s nothing intelligent to say. But it’s okay, because she doesn’t care much for intelligent things to say. She says things like “that looks like a beach house!” Me: “why?” She: “because there’s little palm trees in front.”
And I realize how empty she is. And I remember that all the good ones are. And I wonder if the time’s worth the money.
But it’s okay, because someone, somewhere… something something