A Litte Here and There

The Patriots wins tonight, so here it is, we will meet you at home Tom Brady. (FYI: Brady = Hottest player in the league)

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Aside from football, I finally dragged my ass out of bed this morning, and desperatedly made it to the gym, which, believe it or not, I don't even remember when the last time I visited this holy place. Recently, I take a close look at my level of tireness, amount of food I consume and last, but not least, the fact that I can't even see my toes anymore when looking down, yahhhh those were the last calls. I've got to work out.

Speaking of gym, there are always a few things I find very amusing every single time I step inside. There are almost aways a few types of people in there: ONE: A serious atheletes type. You know those who lift like 300 lbs and sweats their asses off in front of weight machines. Ahh...you've got some pictures. TWO: Those who try...very try to lose weights and you can tell, there's still a long way to go for them. (but hey! at least they are at the gym. First step right?) THREE: This group wants to stay healthy. There ain't nothing wrong with them. FOUR: Those who just get back to gym after...God knows how long. They look so damn tired. (I'm in this category lol) FIVE: Those who join the gym for social purposes. They ain't working out. They are checking people out and God forbid, they are checking themselves out too. This last one is the funniest.

Oh jeez.....tomorrow is Monday.

(photo courtersy of www.patriots.com)

WE DID IT!!!

Finally, it was over for another week. I had been stressed in the past week, scared my ass off by those tough Ravens guys and their no.1 defensive in the league. A happy night for me: Colts is going to the AFC Championship next week. The playoff game we had tonight is one hell of the game--historically. I know all those Baltimore fans have left their stadium extremely disappointed, but hey, so much for all the yappie yappie talk through the last week. We end it tonight..well..at least for another year. Even though the Colts used to be Baltimore Colts and yes, they packed their stuff and left town without notice, but but but, that was a long time ago. Get over it!!!

Love the subline in Indy Star website by Phillipe B. Wilson--"Twenty-three years later, the Colts have sucked the life out of this city again." (FYI: city = Baltimore)

Photo Courtesy by Matt Kryger, The Star

Jackass

Surprisingly! I love watching Jackass. I remember watching the part one a few years ago, don't remember much about it, but pretty gross.

This one, part two, is even grosser I guess. BUT the 'dirty' side of me says, "yeah!!!! man! that's hilarious." Definitely something's wrong with me somewhere in my brain. Why do some people like hurting themselves, eating horse poops, drinking beer off their ass, and yeah, why do some people (such as me) like watching them doing so, and be entertained by it. Weird. How do some people (such as Stev-O) does that beer bong thing with his asses? I mean literally. How? I guess now God must be worried cuz' asses are made for only one thing, and I'm pretty sure that ain't for eating....that's for sure. Weird.

Now I've seen it. What does that make me? Jeezzzzzzz

What I don't understand

1) Why is skydiving fun? (wanna be a bird? Try helicopter)
2) Why is bunjyjump fun? (have y'all ever heard of Final Destination?)
3) Why dating a married man? (you know he will never leave his so-called wife anyway.)
4) Why holding someone's hands forever? (believe me: recently I got to talk to this 40 something years old guy who swears he will hold his 35-year-old brother hands forever. I told him he can never do that. Someday he will die and what then. The guy told me, "oh! if I die, my brother'd die too." This is just plain pathetic!)
5) Why do people say the LOVE word so loosely?
6) Why is baseball fun to watch? (playing will be a different subject though.)
7) Why are some people so afraid of intervention? (like it's gonna be the end of the world.)
8) Why does matter if gay marriage will be legal? (none of anyone business to me.)
9) Why does one of the largest airlines like Northwest have a very bad customer service? (in my area.)
10) Why can't I read more?

The Peer Pressure--Part One

Peer pressure is real.

I'm not really ashame to admit that my first try of alcohol happened due to peer pressure when I was a freshman at Chiang Mai University. It was kinda embarrassing though since most of my friends who had their first alcohol attempt happened to be indirectly forced to drink during those Thai ways of welcoming freshies. So they drank, drunk and passed out. Me personally, I was willing to. Alll of my buddies drank, so I did it too. I wanted to be 'cool.' I know I know. I then secretly blamed my first alcohol abuse on 'peer pressure.' It sounds as if it wasn't my fault lol.

Like I've mentioned in the previous..previous blog, I was then introduced to 'West End'--the finest (defined as cheapest) whiskey around with unknown origin whatsoever at a lived music bar called 'After Dark'--realizing years later how lame the name was (but back then, oh gosh, the name sounded hip as hell!) Most girl friends would mix WE with Cola, but weirdly, I went mixing it with soda. Since then, I've never mix whiskey with coke again. Still, don't know why exactly. I guess coke thicken the drink or something like that. I'm so glad my parents didn't get to see me in person back then because I was so 'out there' doing stuff even on the weekdays. My crush (remember that long hair guy?) was also a drummer at another bar, so that gave me another reason to go out even more often. I didn't even have a car back then, so my friends and I had to ride each other motorcycles around town--imagine some drunks girls on bikes at 4 in the morning. Picture perfect. The funny thing is that nobody mentioned anything about DUI (does Thailand has this DUI thing? I guess not, especially back then.) Looking back, I wonder how I've been alive until now.)

The saddest story of all must be this incident happened on one of those drunken nights. About 8 of us were out, drinking, partying--being drunk sluts in general lol. After leaving a bar, we all decided to grab a bite to eat and picnicing along Mae Ping River. It passed 3am. We were all full, deciding we would sing (FYI: We had some beer bottles and craps like that around too) using chop sticks, swinging them around like mental-illness group of crazies. We officially passed out along the river by a big road also. I didn't remember what time it was, but there was this police waking us all up, asking all these questions. They basically thought we were group of homelesses. After showing all CMU ID, we shamelessly left. It wasn't embarassing back then though since we were so tired, but everytime when I think about it, man!!! that was embarassing. Like I've said. It was peer pressure lol.

Killing Me Softly

Second week now I've been listening to this song over and over. There's something about it. My choice is Lauren Hill version.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song.

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him And listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes.

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on.

He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me As if I wasn't there.
And he just kept on singing Singing clear and strong."

The Coming Monday

I'm sad. Tomorrow is Monday.

I took a long break in the past week to hang out with my sister and now Monday will be coming in a few hours. I've never liked Monday and that hate of Monday has expanded into Sunday hating as well. It doesn't matter how much I like my job, Monday is still a day from hell--lots of working awaiting, and plus my work engine has been cooling down during the weekend, and that to warm it up again, this will take a shit load of work and efford. Gosh I hate Monday.

True Blue

The Indianapolis Colts' 23-8 AFC wild-card playoff victory over Kansas City Chiefs at the RCA Dome makes me extremely happy. We've managed to survive another week of the playoff. Next week, we will meet Ravens.

Enough with the good news. Steelers' head coach Bill Cowher resigns after 15 seasons with the Pittsburge Steelers--a job he probably could have held for life. This is so strange. Cowher is one of those very few reasons I have been keeping an eye on the team being aside from Indianapolis Colts. It's also funny cuz in the past, I had only cared about the Colts since it's a home team, and even remember when Steelers came to Indy to play Colts for our home game last year, I didn't even care. I even got a free great ticket to the game, but never went there. Until not too long ago, I have watched some of Steeler's games and players' profiles. This time, it was a little different. This team has personalities, and I mean, big time. Coach Cowher also has this big personalities. Watching him is like watching Cartoon Network. He is so lively. I've always told Dan how much I like this guy. He is fun to watch, regardless of the game situation.

I'm telling ya. I have a whole lots of reasons to be in love with football. lol

My Captain

I don't remember when the very first time was--the moment when I had my first sip of Captain Morgan.

I've never really been a really big of a drinker until my freshman year in Chiang Mai (well, this really has nothing to do with the rum or anything, but it's related.) Remember back then, my very first time drinking alcohol was when I was about 16 or 17, and it was some whiskey. Don't ask me why, but back then, it was pretty cool. "West End" I remember the name of it--some cheap whiskey originated from I-don't-even-know-where-until-now. We went to a live bar in Chiang Mai and that was what a friend brought with her because it was cheap. As time went by, my alcohol journey during my years up north had been upgraded to Red, Black and Chivas. They were all scotch/whiskey kind of family.

Once I got to the US, no one around me drank those anymore, so I had expanded to Tequila/Vodka and cheap beers categories--well pretty much anything at all, but never came close to rum for some odd reasons. Someone introduces me with this basic drink one night containing coke and rum. I then found out later it was Morgan's that gave all the 'taste.' It's strange you know. I tried Morgan's by itself a few times, but didn't even come close to like it. It has to be mixed with coke and yeah....all the taste buds and fun stuff go from there. Not sure why, but I can drink this stuff all night long for no reason. Someone once asks me why. I don't really know. I wouldn't say it tastes so good or anything like that, but it might be its aroma. I love Morgan's--one of my very few favorite drinks. The down side? The headache never fails me the morning after (well, this really depends on the time you do the bottom up, but hopefully no one would want to start drinking before 10 in the morning, right?)

The Day After the Resolutions

After mentioning the New Year "Resolution," I celebrate it by following none of my resolution at all. I went to work, ate Baked Chicken Parmesan pasta at Fazoli's for lunch, ate countless of those dark chocolate as afternoon snacks (well close to amount of a working man meal) and finished off my day with greasy Chinese chicken and brocoli and hot n' sour and sesame chicken for dinner. Half and hour before I started writing this blog, I satisfied my needs by eating more of those dark choco with rasberry assortment and Pringle's. So much of the f--- resolutions by the way. WTF!!!!!!

Enough of that crap. Hearing the news about Thailand's New Year explosion, it makes me feel kinda weird. Well, we know it's bad, retarded and must be done by those cruel bastards, but hell, I honestly didn't think about the fact that the explosion had caused Thais to be on house arrest of New Year's Eve and didn't get to party, but feel more of like now, what is the Thai authority gonna do about it? Catch the bad guys? How? and What will they do about those bad guys? It is ashame to me to not having any faith in Thai authority anymore--not in term of not believing in their ability to find those badasses, but more of how will they handle the convict when they find them? More likely, if they have connection with people high up there in society, politically and financially, this matter will be ignored, will be forgotten. And correct me if I'm wrong. Thais forget so easily. Thais get mad so eruptedly, but that piss-off lasts probably for 3 days and then that's it. Thai people move on with their life.

I just don't understand. It's like if I plan to have a birthday party and if some motherf----r bombed my party, I would be so mad and I would hunt them down and once I catched them, they would wish they weren't never born. But heck, Thais are like, "oh! you ruined our party. I'm so mad. I won't talk to you for a second, but please come back and check on me in a few days, I will be fine." Same old. Same old.

(Photo Courtesy of AP)