Random

Long time no update, I've been extremely lazy. I've been skipping classes like mad and haven't done any work, but that's expected since I've always been like this. Life has been decent so far, I just finished the last of my real midterms and I can finally relax.

Recently it seems that I've been getting into a lot of arguments/discussions with other people about dieting/working out. The people I talk to for the most part are pretty smart and know their stuff, but seriously how can I expect them to know what I know. Basic dieting guidelines sound good in the textbooks, yes, but will it help people in the real world? That is also a resounding yes, but dieting in moderation with daily exercise will definitely NOT help me get where I want to go. I want to go however far my body can go. I'm not some average joe, I'm a bodybuilder. Yes, a bodybuilder, even though I am a scrawny kid with pathetic development as I speak, one day I will become something great, even though I'm a piece of shit right now. Normal people wouldn't understand, and that means you readers also! The only people I can sympathize with is Jackie and Long, no one else can understand where I'm coming from. Even I don't understand myself sometimes. Most people who workout just do it to look better, they do it for the ladies. As I was discussing with one of my friends, I told her how a guy with a defined six pack and some nice arms would already be enough to win most girls. I told her how easy it was to achieve that, and how if I was lean I could accomplish that feat. I was surprised when she asked me in astonishment if I just worked out for the women. I didn't really have a chance to reply because I knew if I had replied truthfully she wouldn't understand where I'm coming from at all. If I were to respond, I would've told her NO, I'm NOT just working out for the ladies! But how can I explain myself? I really cant, thats why I didn't bother. Why do I want to one day walk around at well over 220 lbs? Well, the only honest reason I can think of is to stand out. This may contradict what I have said earlier about doing it for the ladies, but I'm not trying to stand out just for them. I just want to be different, I want to be special in some way. I may have said this in another post earlier (or not), but all I really want is to have fame, to be be revered in one way or another. That's what I've been striving for all these years, and sadly I just realized this a few months ago.

Man, I'm no bodybuilding guru or anything but I definitely know my stuff when it comes to dieting and manipulating body composition. What sucks the most is discussing with people who know the basics about dieting. They are force fed info from classes and believe everything. This isn't a bad thing, we all believe what we are taught in class. The problem is that some people hold onto that information as if it was a message from God, they believe it to be indisputable. This is where I always come out of an argument sounding like a jack ass because I come out looking like I'm closed-minded, but I'm not! I just know my mother fucking shit goddammit. What sucks the MOST is that my words are not credible in the least because I myself am not impressive ,physically, in the slightest. This will change, but it is just damn frustrating talking to people who could easily bring up my body as an example of why my words don't work, even though my results have been good so far.It's no wonder Jackie and Long always stay away from talking about lifting to anyone else, no one knows their shit. I always get stuck arguing because I want people to understand what works, and what wont, and I never get my point across because people are so goddamn stubborn. Look, if you want to have a great body, it will take LOTS of time and LOTS of hard work, more than you can even imagine. Girls especially need to understand this , they are always the ones who are complaining about their bodies all the time yet they do NOTHING about it. What bugs me the most is that girls think lifting heavy will cause them to be bulky and too muscular.





ARE YOU MOTHER FUCKING RETARDED?!?!





Do you know how hard it's been to get where I am? Do you know how hard Jackie or Long has worked the past few years to get where they are at? Guess what, we're still fucking shrimps (I'm the smallest hehe), and we have fucking 10x the amount of testosterone that you girls do. We eat like animals, we work ourselves to death, and we are still not "too big". I guaran-fucking-tee that you girls will not grow too big from lifting weights. Some girls might be scratching their heads, wondering "Why would I ever want to gain muscle (=weight) ?!" Well, girls need muscle underneath their lard to look good, dammit. If you look at all the fitness models and all the girls that are in shape in magazines, they all lift, and their bodies are fucking :O

Anyways, I'm not targeting my audience with this rant, even though half of you will be girls. I just wanted to get this off my back, I may be "generalizing" but my generalization IS justified. There will be exceptions to my rant on women but obviously you aren't one of them so :)



She's no fitness model but she still looks good. :D


btw i wrote this because you kept pestering me gook I hope you're happy faggot (you know who you are fat boy)

Revelation

Hello!

Life has been hectic yet slow since my last update. There's been things to do with SMILE and AAA here and there, but that's pretty much it. My 4-day weekends are a big help in that case; I actually still have quite a lot of free time. Class-wise, I've been doing horrible. I just did horrible on my midterm for one of my cultural nutri sci classes, and I haven't read for Econ at all. I've missed practically every lecture in nutri sci, and I've missed half of O-chem lectures the last 3 weeks. Pretty bad considering I have both of these midterms next week, but I'll get everything under control in the end somehow, I always do.

As for my life, things have been going decent. I've met a lot of new people, it feels nice to finally have some more friends, although I would still prefer to be by myself most of the time. I've started playing more video games now and it's definitely been killing my studying, whatever little I used to get done. As for the title of this post, well I just had a revelation yesterday. I went to this summer internship orientation to find out what it was about because I know I'll be staying for summer school this year. It turned out to be a bogus dud concerning a special "$275" textbook that they wanted us to market and sell to people. No one is going to buy this shit, what the fuck? I left afterwards, but these words this one chick really stuck with me. One of the lecturee's asked us if we had ever wasted a summer going to summer school, and one of the people said she wasted a summer finding out that med school was not the right thing for her. Then it hit me, pharmacy isn't the right thing for me. I had known this all along, but for some reason I never really realized my mistake until someone else explicitly stated it. Why am I going to put myself through 4 years of total and utter bullshit? I HATE SCHOOL SO FUCKING BADLY, yet I'm going to have to go through 4 years of graduate school that's exponentially worse than college is right now? FUCK THAT SHIT! That's when I decided to screw pharmacy, it's not right for me. The only thing pharmacy has for me is $$$, but the sad sad sad truth is, I don't fucking care about the money. I never did. I live to be notorious, I want to be famous, infamous, you name it, I just want to be known. Being a pharmacist isn't going to make me famous, to hell with that. So I'm going to spend my life doing what I like instead, I'm going to major in Dietetics, get my RD, and go to graduate school afterwards studying Kinesiology with an emphasis on exercise physiology. Life will be fucking awesome. I'll be living at home, working as a Dietician, while going to graduate school. HOME! I can finally hang out with all the niggers that I never get to see. The funniest part about this entire thing is that my revelation was not experienced by me alone, both Jackie and Long also have the exact same goals I have in mind. All of us had this revelation in the SAME day, without talking to each other about it. That's fucking freaky (we were all pre-pharmacy yesterday lmao).

So yea, that pretty much sums up this post. Life is going to be so nice when I'm home. Even though I won't be making excessive amounts of cash my first few years, I will be racking up the cash while living at home. I'm going to start investing, and things will come my way. I will make them come my way. I'm going to make life my bitch. Mark my words :)

Until next time! =D

Hello!

The past few days have been better than normal! On Saturday I woke up at 1. I ate breakfast and then browsed on the computer until my roommates told me we were supposed to go check out some free furniture give away pos that some malaysians apparently had. We trekked up this steepass hill to find out that all the usable furniture was already given away :( To make up for our losses, we asked to take the guys basketball and power adapter. He accepted :)

After this I went home to eat again and then went to the gym. After gym I ate again and then got ready to go to Red Lobster! This would basically be my first time at Red Lobster. The only other time I ate at Red Lobster was when I was a kid and I had some coupons for a free kids meal. I went with my fellow SMILE board members. We got there around 9 and waited for about an hour before the other car came, then we were sat down and ordered. Ordering took fucking forever. Apparently the waitress sat us at the wrong spot so no one knew where the hell we were. We weren't mad or anything but the head waitress gave us 2 free appetizers because of it. Woo! I ate... biscuits, lobster pizza, lobster artichoke dip, french fries, fried-clam strips, shrimp, crab cake, and fish. EVERYTHING WAS FRIED! I must have ate like 3000 calories of fat and carbs T_T but it was cool, everything tasted pretty good :) After Red Lobster we decided to just head home so I just went home andDOTA'd for the rest of the night.

Sunday was pretty uneventful. I woke up, ate, and did pretty much nothing for the entire day. I just gamed and browsed all day long :o

Today (Monday) I just ate breakfast, went to class, refunded a book, went home and napped, went back to class, ate, napped, went to class late, ate, went to gym, ate, and here I am eating some 2-day refrigerated steak on the verge of going bad. The steak is so cheap that I have a hella of a time chewing it, but steak is steak!

Not much left to say. Tonight will be somewhat busy. I have to attend the first meeting for a clun and then go to a meeting, but it should be cool. Farewell!

Hello!

So it is basically the school year now and my life is as boring as it usually is. I haven't done much this past week. My schedule came out nicely since I basically only have school from Mon-Wed with one morning class on Thursday. Monday was a holiday, so that was nice. Tuesday-Thursday brought me back into the world of Berkeley and made me notice just how much I hate biking to Pimentel. I don't know why it is so hard for me to bike a slight uphill. I'm too lazy to change gears, but still! Everyone always passes me on bikes ;( I fell asleep in almost all of my classes except for O-chem lab. Nothing else is special about my classes other than the fact that one of my GSI's and one of my professors are young females who look average :D Other than class, I hung out with some Berkeley friends and that pretty much sums up my week. All of my extra time was spent playing games, eating, or lifting. As I write this I am pretty much out of milk, so :(

I'm taking the second half of O-chem, Econ 1, and 2 Nutri Sci classes. Pretty light schedule but being a board member of SMILE will take up a lot of time. Until next crappy blog!

Hello!

I haven't updated in like five days, but that's because I've been extremely busy these past five days. Now to summarize!

I came back to Berkeley on Tuesday and unpacked my shit. I just spent my entire day in my apartment reacquainting myself to a life of solitude without my mom to help me cook my food :( Anyways, Tuesday was a very uneventful day, I just played games and went online. Oh yea, I worked out too.

Wednesday was a good day. This is because this would be the start of my two night retreat for a club that I'm in because I'm a board member for ANOTHER club. I went to meet the members on campus and was assigned a car. Luckily my former roommate was one of the passengers in my car so I at least knew one person. We were driven to a house in the mountains of Mendocino? (not too sure, 3 hour drive from Berk) The house was in the middle of NOWHERE. Only a few other houses were around, no cities or towns for miles and miles. Also, the road to the house consisted of driving up an extremely windy 30 mile trek of ridiculous road. Needless to say, I was tossed countless times. I will keep it short and simple since I really don't feel like going into detail much about the events that occurred at the house. It's not bad or anything, I'm just feeling lazy. The retreat consisted of discussion, team building activities, and free time (where everyone just played BANG or different card games). Team building activities were just games where people would form groups and use teamwork to succeed. Most of them were fun. We would just eat and hangout for the next two days before returning home on Friday.

Highlights of trip-
While playing this weird TBA game, I was blindfolded and ended up picking up a girl and moving her a short distance to place her in the correct position. Apparently while I was trying to find her my teammates told her to slap the air in order to slap my ass (she's also blindfolded). People thought it was pretty amusing.

There were actually a few cute girls, one in particular!

Other than that, nothing was really special. I met a decent number of people and they were all cool. Great time waster since I had nothing else to do!

I came back Friday to find out that I had actually come back to Berkeley on a Friday. I thought it was a fucking Thursday, so I only had a few hours to get ready to go to a friend's Birthday get together. We went to my friend's apartment and just drank and watched TV. Surprisingly, I became flustered from just having one shot. I am somehow an amazing lightweight despite having gained over 30 lbs, I suck :( I went home and slept to get ready for yet another retreat.

On Saturday I woke up and got ready to attend another retreat. I packed my stuff and went to one of my friend's apartments. We did more team building activities and then went grocery shopping at 99 Ranch. We bought groceries and cooked dinner as a team. This retreat was for my mentoring club so we just discussed and went over the general guidelines for how the semester was going to go. After the meeting, we just shared some funny stories with one another and then went to bed. The next day consisted of just eating breakfast and then we dispersed to go home, and here I am! After the retreat, I just ate and played games. I then met up with Sam to buy books and we headed to Oakland afterwards to pick up his friend. After picking up his friend, we went to Safeway where I bought 10 dollars worth of steak (~5 lbs, what a deal!) and then went home, and here I am!

My update really sucked, I'm sorry! I'm really tired and don't really feel like doing anything so ya :( maybe next time!

Hello!

An uneventful two days (I think) has passed. I didn't do shit these past few days. I basically just slept, ate, showered, and browsed, and play games. I just finished destroying Jenny at Literati, and I figured I'd give a quick update. I'm going back to Berkeley tomorrow though, so I guess that will be cool. I'll be going back this early to attend a retreat for this club that I'm somehow in! O_O Goodbye San Jose!

Ow

Hello!

So anyways I woke up this morning to a very strange sensation. As I got up off my bed at 1:20PM I realized that something was horribly wrong. I was dizzy beyond belief! I thought to myself "What the fuck? Oh god." I was confused for a few moments before realizing that the dizziness must have occurred from my whiplash fall at Kirkwood yesterday. I know Bryan kept saying that his falls were worse and what not than mine, but I was pretty sure I had the worse beating yesterday despite all of his rants. Some evidence of this would be my neck which is sore at every side due to my head being tossed around like a rag doll whenever I fell down. After brushing up, I went downstairs to eat breakfast. This is when I realized how serious it was. I couldn't even walk straight! It felt like I was drunk off my ass, except I didn't drink any alcohol. I ate my breakfast and wondered if I should tell my mom I was experiencing dizziness. I personally believed that the dizziness was only going to be temporary and short lived, but the "what if" question kept coming back at me.

What if I was experiencing the first symptoms of what follows severe head trauma? What if I had more than a mild concussion? What if I have internal bleeding? What if I DIE!?!?!?!? I didn't really care about my life, but I thought how tragic it would be for my mom and dad to have their son come back home after a snowboard trip and die within the next few days due to unknown reasons. They would have a mystery on their hands, only to be solved after my sad autopsy. Once they found out, my parents would be in even more disbelief, and probably blame themselves for my death even though it was my fault for bashing my head on the slopes of Kirkwood.

What was stopping me from telling my mom? The goddamn worrying and bitching that would follow! Chances are I had nothing serious, but I didn't want to take that chance (see paragraph above). I didn't want my mom to get all worked up for nothing since they ALWAYS bitch about not taking hits to the back of the head. Sigh, I manned up and told her and she started freaking out (no surprise) and we ended up going to the doctor ASAP. I went to my old family doctor and waited for about half an hour before I finally got checked. While waiting I told my mom not to worry, that if I had something serious I would have already died overnight. I don't think I helped calm her town =D
The diagnosis: Vertigo- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertigo_%28medical%29
I thought I had a mild concussion but the doctor said the term concussion was used when the person loses consciousness during impact, which I did not. Oh well, I KNEW it was a minor injury. Fuck.

I got rewarded Mcdonalds because my mom was relieved. Of course the main reason for not telling my mom about my injury was because my dad was going to find out, the unreasonable man of the house. Obviously he found out, and he started bitching about safety and responsibility and helmets and how important safety is and how yadda yadda, the same things I've heard throughout the years that I already know and choose not to act upon. Dammit, I just realized this incident is going to be related every time I go on an overnight trip, I just KNOW it T_T

My symptoms started clearing as I was awake for several hours. I did absolutely nothing the rest of the day except play games and surf the internet since my head is fuckz0red. Yep, that's my day. I promised my parents I'd sleep earlier since I need rest but here I am at 2:15AM typing this blog up before taking my pre-bed meal and going to sleep. Good night!