ch4nk

why so serious

2010-11-08T00:24:00.002-06:00

Seeing a friend's blog inspired me to scribble some thoughts.

Summer job in Connecticut was pretty great. The work itself wasn't bad, but the actual move was exciting. Most of my friends are the children of immigrants, but many themselves aren't immigrants like me. I don't know their exact situation growing up but I still remember going through the times when my family's total income was $1000/month. Granted there's been plenty of inflation since, but times were still tough. Enough rambling about that (I know plenty who had it worse than me) - my point is, even though my financial situation is/will be better than it was for my parents, the feeling of moving somewhere far from home can be scary, but in a certain way it put me at ease. Feels like this is something I need to go through as a rite of passage, like adolescent village hunters needing to pass a test before they become an adult.

Moving off to college, I was only a couple hours away from home. Never really felt like I grew up, as I pondered about life, love and what not. Graduated school and ended up moving home for work. Still didn't feel like I grew up. After going to business school though, I feel like I have finally "zhang da"... and moving far away from home is like completing the final hurdle in the journey.

Speaking of moving away, will be flying to NJ on 11/13. Farewell Texas - it's been a fun 24 years. Who knows where I'll be in the next 24...

Funny Work Story

2010-08-02T15:37:00.006-05:00

I'm smiling and snickering as I type this. The restroom I usually go to has two urinals, and when I went to go pee just now there was another 38ish year old dude there. So we're both doing our business and answering nature's call and this dude lets it RIP. I mean he cuts the cheese with a fucking Hanso sword. He might've torn a hole in his pants. I cant hold back my laughter so my body is kind of shaking and I'm kind of haha-ing, but not too hard... while Mister Methane beside me doesn't make a peep. Awkward silence ensues as he quickly washes and dries off his hands and briskly walks out of the restroom.

Update the blog you bee-atches.

What Our Retailers Know About Us

2010-07-29T11:31:00.001-05:00

Reading for those bored at work. Taken from WSJ.
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A Nation of Shoppers

Take Detroit—not the city where one might expect to see the strongest recovery. Yet when American Express Co. looked at luxury spending in top and midsize cities around the country, Detroit led the list, with growth of 18% in the first quarter of 2010 from the year-earlier quarter. Lo and behold, Ford stock is up, too, suggesting that Detroit's local investors are feeling more optimistic than they were when auto executives were driving hybrids down to Washington to beg for bailouts.

New York City, on the other hand, is still cutting back. Luxury spending was down 7.7% in the quarter. Atlanta was down the most at 18.2%.

Westerners are free-wheeling when it comes to color, buying many different hues—though few pastels. Black and white were the top two colors.

By tracking customers' spending habits, retailers get a bird's-eye view of tastes as they ebb and flow. Online retailers, in particular, see every click we make. They know which brands we've peeked at, how long we pondered, and what we actually purchased. They know the time of day and the days of the week that we shop. They know—and record—our color choices, sizes and tastes so that they can recommend clothes that are in tune with our yearnings.

Our banks have nearly as much information about our purchasing habits. "We know where the customers live and we can track their behavior back to where they live," says Ed Jay, senior vice president of American Express's Business Insights unit, which mines its credit-card data for consumer trends and sells reports to clients. American Express says it doesn't provide data on individual consumers.

This might seem slightly creepy to pre-Facebook generations who imagine their tastes and habits are private. But all this clicking amounts to a heap of insight into what people are spending on and even what they're thinking about.

The Northeast was the only region where customers preferred patterns to solids. Favorite colors included black, brown and white.

Some of the data confirm regional stereotypes. Southerners bought more white, green, and pink than other regions' residents, for instance, according to data from private-sale site Hautelook.com, which caters to young, urban professional women. Now I know, too, why I feel like such a loner wearing brown in Los Angeles, where black, white and gray are preferred.
Retailers' data also bust a few commonly held beliefs. Though Dallas has a flashy, big-spending image, the average woman there spends less on fashion than one in notoriously frumpy Washington, D.C., according to fashion website ShopItToMe.com.

The data also offer a window on populations moving among trendy neighborhoods. ShopItToMe,
which notifies members of sales on their favorite brands, observed on its blog recently that New York's "most conservative" dressers reside on the Upper West Side, which has a reputation for being culturally liberal. Of the site's more than 600 brands, Upper West Side residents' favorite is Gap Inc.'s Banana Republic. Meanwhile, residents across town on the Upper East Side favor flashier, more expensive apparel, such as Jimmy Choo shoes.

The Web site also looks at city-by-city data. The most popular brand in every ShopItToMe city, including Cleveland, St. Louis, Boston, New York and Los Angeles? Victoria's Secret. Everyone needs underwear.

Southerners prefer less black and more bright colors like this ruffled tank in "hibiscus."
And despite the fashion press's obsession with J. Crew, the company is among the top five brands only in New York City and Boston.

Other expectations for the nation only seem to be born out by fashion data—until one looks deeper. When ShopItToMe looked at clothing sizes, the results seemed to confirm what folks say—that women are thinner on the coasts. In New York and Los Angeles, 14% of women selected size 0 tops, compared with only 5% nationwide. ShopItToMe looked at a random sample of 86,225 women who registered between June 2009 and June 2010.

But that's not necessarily because of a predominance of tall model types. Petite clothing and small shoe sizes were also popular on the coasts, raising the possibility that the women there are just smaller.

Even boredom with fashion appears in demographic data. When the Affluence Collaborative, a research group, asked luxury shoppers to look at a list and choose brands they think are boring, they found that tastes differed by gender. Male luxury consumers with incomes between $75,000 and $199,000—the biggest group surveyed—said they were bored by Saks Fifth Avenue. Women in the category were bored by Best Buy.
United on one front, they were all bored by Dom Perignon.

The Midwest has a conservative image, and 36% of the cardigans, tops and dresses sold to people in the region were black. The runners-up: brown, blue, and gray.
Fashion trends, of course, don't exist in a vacuum. As a trend analyst for the Center for Culinary Development, San Francisco-based foods consultant Kara Nielsen sees regional tastes that parallel fashion preferences. Midwesterners favor sophisticated "high-end dining," but "they're not swayed so much by trendy things." The same goes for fashion. Chicagoans are big buyers of Christian Dior, for instance, but according to Hautelook, they also favor North Face and other practical, well-established apparel brands.

Los Angelinos, on the other hand, like things casual and locally grown—in food and denim. And Brooklyn, New York, is increasingly a center for indie fashion, with designers whipping up jewelry in their apartments, selling them at the "Brooklyn Flea" market and wearing home-sewn clothes. In food, says Ms. Nielsen, Brooklyn residents are likewise leading the trends for the area. "They're making their own pickles, butchering their own meat," she says. "It's what I call 'party like it's 1899.' "

As for Detroit's spending spree, it comes as little surprise to Karen Daskas, owner of the Tender Birmingham store in a wealthy Detroit suburb. Tender was left with oodles of unsold runway fashions in 2009, when customers told Ms. Daskas "it doesn't look nice" to shop. But Ms. Daskas now says she has now sold so much that the store is unusually empty and awaiting fall shipments. "We don't even have three roller-racks of clothes," she says.

Updates

2010-07-20T14:34:00.006-05:00

Hello friends! It's been a long time since I posted on this blog. I'll post bullet points because my friends are illiterate/too lazy to read long posts.

fyi--I have a new job. Started at the end of May. I keep forgetting that I forgot to tell people, so sometimes people are surprised. My new job is a block away from my old job.

I went to Baltimore this past weekend. It was fun, and I'm glad I'm not allergic to crabs. Otherwise, I'd be dead. Aside from that, I'm still full from this weekend. Baltimore didn't look like the Wire, but I kept looking at stuff and asking if it was Hampsterdam. Apparently, not. I keep saying I should get a camera to document my (infrequent) travels. Until then you'll have to deal with my shitty blackberry photos. Oh also, I only took about 5 pictures all weekend. I kept forgetting to take a picture. I'll also probably forget to upload. I should rethink the camera thing. Things I did:
- Ate at Mo's Seafood--A softball sized crab cake, and a soft shell crab to be exact. I got sick of crabs on the first day. Also Snoop ate here with Anthony Bourdain. Yes, I'm that tourist.
- Wedding--beautiful historic church, reception at hall near Edger Allen Poe's grave--creepy cool. Except I wanted to look at all the cool headstones, while everyone was drinking. I like history, shut up.
- Ate pit beef--not Texas BBQ. Rudy's > Pit beef (at Chap's Pit Beef, also from Travel Channel) (forgot to take pictures)
- Vaccaro's--Gelato in Baltamore's Little Italy, meh. Gritty gelato is not so great. Also canolies are like frosting filled shells-yuck. (forgot to take pictures)
- Orioles stadium was pretty cool. Hot as balls outside, but it was a nice stadium for a team that's shittier than the Astro's. (Took a handful of pictures. Mostly of the stadium, or players' butts)
- Took pictures outside Charm City Cakes. See above, re: pictures.
- Walked around near Fell's Point (near water). Hot, didn't take pictures.
- Dinner at a restaurant that brews it's own beer, and serves seasonal food. Best part of the trip. Still thinking about my peach upside-down cake. Forgot to take pictures.

While I was in Baltimore, I heard all my friends were in NYC having fun without me =(

Watch "Tale of 2 Escobars" Sc00t agrees. It's awesome. I couldn't stop watching. Great documentary about Colombian soccer in the '90s. Awesome hair, nuthuggers, and story. It's on ESPN: find it, tape it, watch it.

When I landed yesterday, on our way back to the car, I saw Hercules Gomez. I must have made a O_O face when I did the double take, because he did a double take too. But all I did was wave like an autistic kid. He did wave back. (How can you say no to a "special" person?") No pictures, no autograph. I need to work on being cool.

Oh I also moved apartments. Supposedly, the A/C was fixed over the weekend. Maybe we'll have motivation to clean/unpack. I still don't know where my alarm clock or cell phone charger are hiding. It's a pain to rent from certain ethnicities. I won't say which, in case I get picked for public office. In which case, I'm shutting this blog down.

Alright, I think I've said enough (or too much). Post about your life, so I can read about it at work. kthx.

Fung's O face

2010-07-20T14:34:00.003-05:00

Fung: i saw hercules gomez at the airport yesterday
when i got back to houston
i must have made a O_O face

me: cool

Fung: b/c he did a double take
and i waved

me: HAHA

Fung: but didn't do much else
ok that's all
back to work

Inception

2010-07-16T12:10:00.001-05:00

This movie is f u c k i n g awesome. Go see it, it's GOOD. And by good I mean in-the-discussion-of-all-time-best-movie-good (imo).

lollers @ cfood

2010-07-02T10:55:00.002-05:00

me: wow
2-1 holland
yao mo gao cho

Michael: 2-111
no sir
LETES GO DEUTSCHE LAND

me: thats germany
lol

Michael: oh
damnit

Gas

2010-06-28T10:11:00.001-05:00

Dear Scott's Mouth,

Please stop eating curry. You are giving me gas. Thanks in advance.

Yours,
Scott's stomach.

P.S. we both <3 NYC

This Guy Called Me Ugly

2010-05-19T23:26:00.001-05:00

He was our inspiration. Long Live CH4NK

FootLocker F&F

2010-05-18T18:49:00.002-05:00

yessir

Good Ol Times...

2010-05-13T22:55:00.001-05:00

wHy So SeRiOuS? HMM?

I'll start posting random old pics ever so often

World Cup

2010-05-12T15:10:00.002-05:00

Can't wait... starts on June 11. Group G is the group of death this year: Brazil, Portugal, Ivory Coast, and N.Korea

DONE

2010-04-22T16:59:00.001-05:00

Done with my last class for business school. It's bittersweet. Two more assignments and I'm officially through.

holyy crappp

2010-04-16T15:06:00.003-05:00

wow so i just started up my blogspot again randomly bc i was bored at work and saw this and totally had forgotten about it. i was gonna read thru em to reminisce but then i saw yall have been writing in here the whole time!! sweetness...i have the rest of my afternoon planned.

good to be back...ill be posting once a day on mine too. talk to yall later

Fun weekend

2010-04-12T11:43:00.004-05:00

Best wedding experience I've had so far. Jonathan and Eve's was fun too but this one will be hard to beat. Great to see old friends and meet new ones.

I cant wait for the playoffs... the western conference is going to be a straight up war. I'd imagine that every series will go at least 6 games so I think whichever team emerges out of the East will have a pretty big advantage. I predict Cavs over team-from-the-west in 6. No matter what, I think this will be the best playoffs for a long time. But that kind of scares me because the expecations are so high, and if the games end up sucking, I'm gonna hate basketball for about 3 days, which is 4 days too many.

Read this if you want a break at work

2010-03-16T11:26:00.002-05:00

For Love and the Game

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1166984/1/index.htm

Next month my father turns 71, and by all measures medical and practical he shouldn't be playing basketball. Six years ago he had both knees replaced, the eroded cartilage switched out for titanium joints. Doctors told him never to run again. Then last year his right shoulder—his shooting shoulder—started to go. Inflammation, the doc said. It's therapy or surgery.

For many people Phil's age that would have been that. Time to retire the rec specs, hone the putting stroke, buy some Rockports. But of course giving up a game isn't merely giving up a game. My dad grew up in Indiana, where a jump shot is required as proof of citizenship. His father played semipro ball, teaching Phil how to start his shot low and release it high, launching J's as if out of a shower stall. Dad continued to play through school, then through the long days and short nights of parenthood and medical residency, sneaking out for lunchtime games of pickup.

For my older brother and me, hoops was the language of family. We never "talked it out" with Dad, a laconic, humble Midwesterner who can make a 45-minute drive in near silence feel comfortable. His idea of a heart-to-heart was preaching the prudence of bounce passes; our dialogue came in games of three-on-three on our makeshift backyard court, Phil taking it to the other dads. We spent countless twilight hours playing H-O-R-S-E at the park, and often the only sound was the hiss of the ball and the shiiing! of its arrival into the metal net. Who needed words—wasn't the meaning clear?

As my brother and I got older, the connection held fast. There was the time, 15 years ago, when the two of us had a playoff game in a high-level Philly rec league and only three guys showed up. With no other options, we called home, where my parents were in the middle of a nice lamb dinner.

"Dad, any chance you can play tonight?"

"When?"

"Um, right now?"

Dad put down his fork and 10 minutes later he was at the gym, hightops in hand. Some people ask their fathers for a car loan; we ask ours to play the top of a makeshift four-man zone on a full stomach, a 55-year-old in sweatpants trying to stop dribble penetration from 23-year-old former college players. We almost won, too.

So it struck me like a thunderclap last year when I heard the teenager at the gym say, "Who's the old guy?" The kid was standing at midcourt and pointing at Phil, but he couldn't be talking about my dad, right? He wasn't old. Sure, my brother and I usually rigged the teams so we could play with Phil, and yes, he had become mainly a half-court spot-up shooter, and granted, his hair was gray and his knee braces thick. But the old guy? I wanted to tell the kid he could learn a thing or seven about ball movement and court presence from watching this old guy, tell him how Phil used to be able to jump out of the gym, but I knew how stupid it would sound. Dad spent all those years fighting the impulse to protect me out on the court; I owed it to him to do the same.

Then again, if the kid wondered why Phil was out there, well, it was a fair question. Why choose to endure an afternoon of searing shoulder pain to get banged around by men half your age when you could be sitting in a golf cart like most self-respecting 70-year-old doctors, talking about mutual funds? Many days at the Y, Phil's the oldest player by 30 years. And since pickup basketball is survival of the fittest—win or get off the court—every twentysomething he guards sizes him up as an easy mark.

So why keep playing? Dad doesn't talk about it, but I have an idea. Jack Kirk, who ran marathons well into his 90s, once said, "You don't stop running because you get old, you get old because you stop running," and surely this is part of the reason. There's the joy of competition, too, but there's something else. When I asked my mom what playing basketball means to Phil, she didn't hesitate: "With his boys? How about everything."

Two months ago Dad and I were on the same team at the Y. As usual, the defense sagged off the old guy, daring Phil to shoot and, as usual, he hesitated. But he hit the first shot, and then a three. Emboldened, Dad went in the post and unfurled a little jump hook. Money! Then an up-and-under, spinning away from the defense like a creaky ballerina and bringing a whoop from the sideline. After winning two games, we faced a stacked team. Soon, the score was tied at 19, next basket wins.

By my count Dad had hit seven of his eight attempts. Yet the defense again left him open in the corner. As he caught the ball, he ignored his shoulder and the two men racing at him and his balky knees, and pushed his shot up and out, just like his dad taught him, just like he taught us.

And then, the moment we all play for, no matter our age. As the ball dropped through the net clean, I roared in triumph and the opposing players argued about who left the old guy open. And Phil—well, as usual, he didn't say anything.

But he did smile.

Basketball Statisticians

2010-03-13T08:41:00.001-06:00

Not sure if this is legal, but oh well. Full article:

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB20001424052748704869304575109723724933264.html

NBA teams are increasingly hiring employees whose sole responsibility is to analyze data. Obviously, we don't have any philosophical problem with that. But here's a question: Does it actually make a difference in how teams play?

According to interviews with every team, The Wall Street Journal found that half the league's teams this season have at least one of these statisticians who helps make in-game, draft-day and trade-deadline decisions. Many of these teams are among the NBA's best. The list accounts for all six division leaders, including the Orlando Magic and Dallas Mavericks, who have a data analyst traveling with the team. These 15 teams that have invested heavily in statistics have combined to win 59.3% of their games this season. The 15 teams without such analysts have won 40.7% of their games, and only three—the Phoenix Suns, Utah Jazz and Atlanta Hawks—are on pace to make the postseason. Houston Rockets' general manager Daryl Morey, one of the pioneers of statistical analysis in the NBA, says more teams will soon come over to the quant side.

Of course, there are plenty of veteran basketball decision-makers who don't believe that stats are the only key to success. They'll tell you the difference in winning percentages has less to do with statistical analysis than with statistical freaks. "If you took LeBron off the Cavaliers, you could give them 10,000 number crunchers, and it wouldn't make a difference," says David Kahn, the Minnesota Timberwolves' president of basketball operations. David Biderman
Number Crunching

Some NBA teams have employees whose only duty is statistical analysis, and some don't. Here's a breakdown of their winning percentages this season.

# OF TEAMS RECORD/WIN%
Teams with Stats-Specific Employees 15 570-392 (.593)
Teams without Stats-Specific Employees 15 390-568 (.407)

Going to be in NYC

2010-02-08T13:28:00.003-06:00

So found out today i'll be in NY for the next 4 years doing Emergency Medicine. Probably the best place to train from all the druggies, drunks, gangbangers. It was pretty competitive this year, so i guess it could be worse. This place was my last choice, but i think it'll work out just fine. Tracy will of course make the big move with me, she's excited to live in the city. I will prolly come down to Texas after my program ends.

Avatar

2010-01-30T23:08:00.002-06:00

Watched this for the 3rd time in theaters, 2nd time in 3D IMAX. Not counting probably the 20 times at home. Still enjoyed it. Sequel confirmed. Looking forward to buying a 3D TV next year so I can enjoy these movies (James Cameron has pretty much said it will be a trilogy) in 3D at home.

http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/01/14/avatar-sequel-james-cameron/

But not only did director James Cameron always believe that the film would be a hit — he was even planning a sequel during production. “I’ve had a storyline in mind from the start — there are even scenes in Avatar that I kept in because they lead to the sequel,” Cameron says. “It just makes sense to think of it as a two or three film arc, in terms of the business plan. The CG plants and trees and creatures and the musculo-skeletal rigging of the main characters — that all takes an enormous amount of time to create. It’d be a waste not to use it again.”

haulidey skejool

2009-12-17T14:34:00.001-06:00

12/17 - 12/22: dfw
12/23: houston
12/24 - 12/26: las vegas
12/27 - 12/31: houston
1/1 - 1/10: rio de janeiro & buenos aires

peace outside

Final Exams/Papers/Projects

2009-12-13T20:52:00.001-06:00

Please go away.

Jeremy Lin

2009-12-08T14:10:00.003-06:00

http://dimemag.com/2009/12/harvards-jeremy-lin-torches-uconn-for-30/

Senior guard at Harvard that dropped 30 on #13 ranked UCONN. His head coach at Harvard that previously coached players at different schools that have made the NBA, even if just for a little while, say Lin is the best player he's coached. Good thing rules nowadays favor quick guards.

Jonatheve

2009-11-20T13:55:00.001-06:00

Looking forward to the festivities this weekend. That is all.

<3 California

2009-11-01T22:10:00.001-06:00

I hadn't been to California since I was very young. After making trips to SF in March, and LA this past weekend ... I think I know where I want to be

Highway Craziness

2009-10-24T15:50:00.004-05:00

On the way to Home Depot, a car 2 to 3 cars in-front of me started smoking really badly. The driver pulled over to the side of the highway, and as I rode by, the entire freaking car burst into flames.

another jamba bogo

2009-09-20T23:24:00.003-05:00

rofl yay a new maddox post

2009-09-19T03:21:00.003-05:00

"I will never take the swine flu vaccine because I already have it; it's called my immune system, and it's badass. I have never gotten sick in my life. My immune system is so strong that I have to get AIDS just to be normal. Your best defense against getting swine flu is to be me. Your second best defense is to have me cough in your face."

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=swine_flu

Jamba Juice BOGO

2009-07-27T14:09:00.001-05:00

Wedding crashers

2009-06-30T16:47:00.002-05:00

http://apphotovideo.dotphoto.com/CPViewAlbum.asp?AID=5893609&IID=220241319&Page=21

Me owning all the girls to get the bouqet...

Still got ups.. Owned

lol

2009-06-05T12:57:00.003-05:00

gadget holster

2009-06-04T01:06:00.003-05:00

TMac

2009-06-02T21:59:00.002-05:00

I told yall he would be good next year because its a contract year! When else have you heard of Tmac doing work when he didnt have to?

http://sports.espn.go.com/chat/chatESPN?event_id=26749

David - Montreal, QC: Does Tracy Mcgrady get the curse of never getting out of the first round off him even though he was out long before the playoffs started and didn't even travel with the team like Yao and Dikembe did?

SportsNation Chad Ford: No ... but an interesting side note. I saw T Mac in Chicago at Tim Grover's gym getting in some serious summer work. Haven't seen him there before. Must be a contract year. I'd expect him to be in great shape and playing much better next year.

Amen

2009-05-31T11:49:00.001-05:00

I echo Bill Simmons' sentiments:

"I played hoops until I was 33 years old and my back gave out. The best thing about basketball -- really, the single best thing, what I miss over everything else combined -- is the interaction between players. I spent hundreds and hundreds of hours playing pickup in college; to this day, I can rattle off an extended list of everyone I loved playing with. Basketball is about connections. You connect with teammates, reach an advanced form of ESP with them, start moving in rhythm, and then it's magic. The more you play with someone, the better you know them. Same goes for opponents. Play with someone enough and you learn every head fake, every stutter step, everything. I played with my buddy Bish so many times in high school that we just started swallowing up each other's favored moves. That's basketball. It's like chess crossed with ballet."

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/090528&sportCat=nba

DaWight Howard

2009-05-30T21:32:00.005-05:00

Is it just me or does he remind you of a baby gazelle trying to take its first steps when he's attempting post moves? It's pretty pathetic... for one of the best, if not the best, center in the NBA. I don't care how much the current rules favor fast/quick guards, having a dominant inside presence will always be the most important thing for a basketball team (rebounding and defense). But cant these defensive centers at least learn a few moves plus a go-to move? Is it that much to ask a professional basketball player to know how to score?

Then again, basketball is one of the only team sports where you're expected to be good both offensively and defensively.

Chauncey BBBBBBBBBBBBillups

2009-05-11T16:49:00.002-05:00

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/eticket/story?page=090511/billups

Take 15 and read this when you're bored.

old but still funnny

2009-04-27T20:00:00.001-05:00

<3 louis ck

I'm going good at posting random stories. Don't count on me for real stories.

2009-04-16T16:11:00.003-05:00

Getting carded in Melbourne just got awesome. If you don't want to click on the link, basically:

"[A]nyone showing signs of trouble inside a venue would be shown a yellow card, warning them that if they didn’t settle down they would be removed from the building."

This is hilarious. I propose we all buy soccer ref cards, and card each other when we start getting obnoxious. Also, this reminds me of Scott.

2009-03-27T23:51:00.003-05:00

from http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/03/26/AR2009032604082_2.html

Gilbert Arenas:
"We got rid of veterans every year, and we're bringing in kids. We kept getting draft picks. We kept acquiring projects. Nick (Young) is a project. JaVale (McGee) is a project. Javaris (Crittendon) is a project. Eventually when you have enough projects, you live in the 'hood."

The Meanest Prank In Basketball History

2009-03-22T01:36:00.002-05:00

omg autoplay

CongratulaZns

2009-02-20T16:37:00.001-06:00

Looks like AzNFo0lzZ aka E|deagleboi aka aU-foo aka ch4nkfoo is the first ch4nk to goto the darkside... congrats mikey

the REAL dunk contest

2009-02-18T11:08:00.000-06:00

http://www.draftexpress.com/article/2009-NBA-D-League-Slam-Dunk-Contest-3112/

james white wins with a windmill from the free throw line. need i say more...

Facebook

2009-02-16T18:41:00.002-06:00

I deleted my facebook account some time ago because I was concerned about their privacy policy, or rather, lack thereof. I didn't like the fact that people could find me through their search, and my facebook account was the first result when googling my name. I especially did not appreciate the fact that facebook sells my information to companies for targeted "market research" or that they were started by a CIA venture capital.

Call me paranoid, but I prefer to keep my private information - private; that includes my picture and my likeness. Even when I did have an account, I never kept a picture on there and hated when people tagged me in theirs. I removed the tags immediately. In the same way Jason likes to keep his public and private pictures separate (#24), I prefer to keep all my pictures private.

As it turns out, I left not a moment too soon. Facebook recently updated their TOS so that they now own the rights to all your information, pictures, and even your name forever and ever to use in whatever way they want.

You hereby grant Facebook an irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, transferable, fully paid, worldwide license (with the right to sublicense) to (a) use, copy, publish, stream, store, retain, publicly perform or display, transmit, scan, reformat, modify, edit, frame, translate, excerpt, adapt, create derivative works and distribute (through multiple tiers), any User Content you (i) Post on or in connection with the Facebook Service or the promotion thereof subject only to your privacy settings or (ii) enable a user to Post, including by offering a Share Link on your website and (b) to use your name, likeness and image for any purpose, including commercial or advertising, each of (a) and (b) on or in connection with the Facebook Service or the promotion thereof.

They can even license it to 3rd parties. So my dear friends, please do not post anymore pictures of me to your facebook accounts. Hell, I'd prefer if you didn't post them to anywhere online. If you love looking at me so much, keep me to yourselves please. I would hate to be the guy whose face is unwittingly used to advertise the next erectile dysfunction drug or something like that.

Fernando Martin

2009-02-16T17:07:00.000-06:00

Taken from http://thepaintedarea.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-fernando-martin-note.html

In his first dunk, Rudy paid tribute to Fernando Martín, the first Spanish-born player in the NBA, who played briefly with the Blazers in 1986-87, and died in a car accident in 1989. It kind of caught folks off-guard on the TNT broadcast, so in the interest of giving Martín a more proper tribute before the U.S. audience, we point to a 2001 profile of George Karl from Sports Illustrated.

Karl was the head coach of Real Madrid when Martín, who was the team's star, died. In the Frank Deford piece, Karl, who played in the Final Four at North Carolina and coached in the NBA Finals with the Sonics, said that the game following Martín's death "was an incredible moment. There has been nothing like it in my life except the births of my children.":

A dozen years ago, in December 1989, when Karl was in his first tour with the Real Madrid team, his big star, Fernando Martín, was killed in an automobile accident. Martín hadn't only been the best Spanish player ever. He was also a charismatic figure. "He was like James Dean," Karl recalls. The next evening the body was placed in the arena, and the fans trooped by, late into the night, viewing it. It rained the following day, and the buses carrying the team members and the dignitaries couldn't get through an arch at the cemetery. Everybody had to alight in the cold rain and trudge through the mud to the grave. "It was like a Fellini movie," says Karl.

Real Madrid had a game that night, and beforehand, at the team dinner, too much red wine was consumed. At the arena Martín's jersey was draped over his chair. Roses were everywhere. Near the top of the stands, looking down, sat the dead man's mother, weeping. Martín's kid brother, Antonio, another player on the team, showed up minutes before tip-off and tearfully assured Karl that he was ready to play. Real Madrid—coach and players and fans-was naked, shivering with sorrow. The team played abysmally.

Early in the second half, Real Madrid trailed by 19 points. Suddenly Karl's players came alive. There was no rhyme or reason, except that somehow Martín must have been with them. In seven minutes they turned the game around, 38 points' worth. Seven minutes, from 19 down to 19 up. Real Madrid coasted from there.

Señora Martín was waving from on high, like Evita from the balcony at the Casa Rosada. In unison the stands cried, "Fernando está aquí." Fernando is here. When the buzzer sounded, Karl collapsed in his seat as the players dashed through the crowd to embrace their dead teammate's mother. "Fernando está aquí. Fernando está aquí." Karl cried. "It was an incredible moment," he says. "There has been nothing like it in my life except the births of my children."

He is sitting in his office, which overlooks the Bucks' practice court. Peering out, he seems instead to be looking back to that court in Madrid. Listening. "Fernando está aquí" Karl says softly, shaking his head, marveling at the memory.

As always, just remember that we're all one big world of ballers. Respect the game.

keke

2009-02-10T16:48:00.006-06:00

Post you busy bees!!!
wow I just noticed we had 100 posts in 2008, and at this rate we will have 12 in 2009 yay

nerd

2009-01-06T15:31:00.001-06:00

Remember that bet where elf...

2008-12-27T18:51:00.001-06:00

Isn't elf supposed to date someone if he doesn't dunk by so and so. Just bringing stuff up from the grave.

lol

2008-12-03T20:16:00.001-06:00

Everyone! Watch Michael Liu shoot free throws!!

rofl..ch4nked

2008-10-31T09:55:00.002-05:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-S_soY5Jg_Q

lolz

2008-10-21T22:37:00.000-05:00

http://www.mymomisafob.com/

this is pretty frigging funny. I'm sure we all have something to contribute.

Shoe Whore too

2008-10-18T13:26:00.001-05:00

Ok in order I think and almost the same color. The sprees in brown and wood grain was too hard to find but i got that once and the black sprees.

X 2
X 2 (once in wood grain as a birthday present)
(worst shoes i've ever got. I would trip on my own shoes well i eventually got used to them)

(gave these to scott)

(wore these out really fast)
X 2 (great shoes but wears out fast)

(ok i only got one of these but the color was so ugly i can't find on the internet. just imagine a mix of these colors)

I want these but I can't afford it

shoe whore

2008-10-17T01:36:00.008-05:00

I was just looking at footlocker.com and noticed that they're selling the Air Penny 2 again. I wanted them but I realized that I've bought, received, or used the following bball shoes, in that specific color, since 2003:

This list includes basketball shoes only, excludes other shoes. Poo. Oh and I must mention that I got these in DC a couple weeks ago =P

Shaq when he was young

2008-10-09T18:32:00.000-05:00

Shane update 1

2008-10-08T22:37:00.002-05:00

Update from Shane:

Shane: you know how you and a few other people from texas have joked that one day i'll forget my weapon somewhere in iraq

Shane: well it happened about an hour after i talked to you last night

i'm in a lot of fucking trouble

it was found

but not by me

THEREFORE

i am totally screwed

Shane, Army of One.

I am Scott. I don't update.

2008-10-04T12:09:00.003-05:00

Hi I am Scott Wang. I go to Rice as a MBA student. There's lots of ugly women in my class so it's really easy for me to focus on my school. Lately I joined the basketball club and now even practice with the women's basketball team. That is all folks. Toodle doo.

Gilby is hilarious

2008-09-29T20:46:00.000-05:00

http://my.nba.com/forum.jspa?forumID=400032200

"... ,the worst day of my life hit:

Food poisoning.

I guess there was some seafood that was left out overnight from the party on Saturday and then put in the fridge on Sunday morning. I ended up eating it on Sunday and I got sick. I ended up throwing up all night and I lost 11 pounds.

Eleven pounds of fluid.

I was 231, I’m 220 now. I was thinking, man it just took that to lose all that weight? I need to do food poisoning more often!"

Futebol!

2008-09-29T16:34:00.003-05:00

Who wants to play soccer? It's indoor so no rain and no sun. It's a lot of running so you will get skinny..the field is about the size of a bball court. We need at least 3 guys and 3 girls for a coed team so tell your friends etc. $500 for the whole team so the more the better. It is in Stafford so a little bit of a drive for most of us ( the place inside the loop costs more than twice as much ). There are 8 games a season one game a week. There are a bunch of leagues based on skill level so we won't get owned by pros.

http://letsplaysoccer.com/main/Locations/southwest/index.html

I'm on a random coed team right now and even though I don't know any of my teammates it's a lot of fun just to exercise and learn some soccer skrillz - the season ends in about a month.

CP3

2008-09-25T14:43:00.001-05:00

Chris Paul's grandfather was murdered just days before both his 61st birthday and CP3's first game as a high school senior. How did CP3 honor him? He scored 61 points.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxwyE5m44x4

idiots of the past...or present....part 2

2008-09-19T23:56:00.002-05:00

I've got a shitload more pics but these will do.

Back in the day...when we were idiots

2008-09-19T23:52:00.004-05:00

Ike post 2

2008-09-15T12:45:00.003-05:00

I think I've talked to or heard about everyone directly or indirectly...and it's safe to say everyone is alive. That being said, Houston looks like someone went through and pruned the entire city and left all the clippings on the ground. The usual places flooded plus some minor leaks, tree damage, downed power lines, and broken windows. That's all. Galveston looks like New Orleans, from what I can tell.

I played Trivial Pursuit when I had no power and discovered I suck.

I think pretty much everyone had water, and now starting to get power. I have power and water. Adam and Jason are lucky and have power, water, and INTERNETS. Thanks Adam for letting me borrow the interwebs. I went to work today just so I could use the interwebs.

To lighten up the mood, here's your funny news story of the day.

PS. Cell phone coverage sucks, but texting is still good. If you're calling your parents in SL, call their landline, that works best. But make sure they're not using the new fangled cordless/battery phone. Gotta use the reliable corded phone.

ERIC POST THE PICTURES

2008-09-09T22:49:00.000-05:00

I want the pictures of my AZN Blazer Club V-TeKthx.

Small update

2008-09-06T00:53:00.002-05:00

I guess people have been pretty busy recently, not too many posts. Things are good on my end, I'm enjoying business school. Definitely better than my last job. That's it, I'm done.

Life

2008-08-21T21:58:00.002-05:00

GRATS JOAN-AH-THANG and EVE

I'm working 70-80 hours a week and I am tired.

I got a new car and it's pretty :O

I'm tired and fat.

bye bye

**short and sweet

Congrats Jonathan and Eve

2008-08-20T12:13:00.002-05:00

All I want to say is you faggot. First of all, I was just kidding about how I was going to propose to her first so you didn't have to rush the engagement. Second, you're an idiot for thinking that I was the one that was spilling the beans about the whole engagement, when it was you stupid. Third, Congrats, took you long enough.

Ok a little background before you read this massive email. Daniel found out that some how adam knew about the engagement. So he asked adam how'd he know and he said fung told him. Well, now, for some reason, everyone assumed I told fung. So we meet up that weekend and daniel is like, sunny told fung you were getting engaged. Well, so the whole weekend, they're saying how it's my fault if eve already knows. So I had enough and decided to call fung. So here I present to you why jonathan is a moron.

On Tue, Aug 5, 2008 at 9:37 AM, sungjin park wrote:
look moron. I called fung to find out who told her. and she said jon told me. At the wedding she asked you who's getting married first, you or michael. Well you said it was going to be you. I'm gone finishing.

On 8/5/08, Jonathan Wang wrote:
me?!?! she took me seriously?
guess i had more than my share of the wine that night. or it was the awesome drink at trudy's.

On Tue, Aug 5, 2008 at 9:45 AM, sungjin park wrote:
You were toasted after the strawberry daquiri. I don't even remember the wine.

On Tue, Aug 5, 2008 at 9:49 AM, Jonathan Wang wrote:
come on... give me more credit than a strawberry daquiri... it was def a manlier drink: sangria margarita

On Tue, Aug 5, 2008 at 10:01 AM, daniel nguyen wrote:
I am sorry sunny, that jonathan made me believe that it was you who spilled the beans. i hope you can forgive me and we can move on.

jonathan...*shakes head*

On 8/5/08, Jonathan Wang wrote:
it doesn't change the fact that sunny wants fung

On Tue, Aug 5, 2008 at 10:21 AM, sungjin park wrote:
Fung is a pretty person. In fact, I've been told she's beautiful by my friend. My first love (eve) is taken so I gotta go to the second best. You even said you had the biggest crush on Fung for the longest time. This really doesn't change that fact either.

On 8/5/08, Jonathan Wang wrote:
don't lie... fung's third on your list after eve and cathy... wed-blocker. joey, keep an eye out for sophie, never know what sunny's capable of.

dont' know if i ever had a crush on fungerz, but she is awesome. you could do worse. i approve, sunny. go for the gold.

On Tue, Aug 5, 2008 at 2:39 PM, sungjin park wrote:
You know i'm putting this all on my blog

I'm sorry fung that you had to be dragged into this but it still makes a funny story.

Houston

2008-08-18T00:26:00.002-05:00

I'm back! My room is still a mess, and I don't know how I'm going to fit anything else in here, but I'm in home =)
So who wants to play? I've got nothing to do until the end of September when rotations start. Luckily for me, the Olympics kept me company all last week. I don't think I can sit on the couch all day and night again this week. Call me up if you've got nothing to do!

bleh, school

2008-08-16T20:41:00.018-05:00

Dont wanna bore you with the details of my first week of school, but the days were long and tiring. Having 1 night to write a 4 page group paper after sitting in class for 8 hours blows ginormous donkey balls. Also, having to do that 2 nights in a row sucks ginormous-er elephant balls. And having to write another 3 pg paper by Monday blows the ginormous-est Trex balls. That's alot of ginormous balls for the 2 week orientation before fucking class even starts. I have a feeling the whole semester will be like this. Having a sore throat for the last week and a half didn't help either, it finally went away late this week. Also I've had almost no appetite, probably only had 5 or 6 meals this whole week.

Oh so guess what happened this morning. I havent had a chance to buy an alarm clock because I didnt bring mine down from Dallas, so my alarm is currently set on my phone for weekdays only. Yeah, we had class at 8am today (Saturday). Lucky for me, Elf happened to wake up at like 630 or something to watch some Olympics I'm assuming, which awakes me (I'm a light sleeper towards the end). Normally my alarm is set to around 650 so I told myself I have time for one last nap. My alarm is only set for weekdays. Yeah, somehow I randomly wake up, and the sun seems kind of bright. Shit, its 745. And class starts at 8. So I'm scrambling and brushing my teeth while putting on my jeans, not fixing my hair, etc... and I rush out the door. I have to mention that the 2 classes I had today were communications and financial accounting, in that order, or so I thought. I was freaking out when I woke up because I thought I had communications first (and this is the class where the prof said he would call on you to stand up and speak in front of the entire class about the reading assigned - and surely if I'm the late guy, I will get called on). So, I'm in my car and at 752 I realized that I forgot my financial accounting stuff. Good thing I found out when I was still on the same street as my apartment, so I run up to grab everything. It usually takes between 15-20 minutes door to door depending on traffic. I frantically drive like Nico Belic around Rice Village and somehow reach campus by 756. There's this narrow one-way street that leads to the garage where I park. Driving along that street, the business building is on the left and the to-be new campus Gym is being built on the right. And guess what, when I get there, that small one way street is closed, so I can't access the garage. A caravan of 5-7 cars including mine ends up circling around campus at 15mph. So while I'm tortoise crawling around campus, I try to remember what I read for communications last night. We circle around once and luckily the one way street is open, I think they closed it temporarily so an 18wheeler hauling some construction crap could get out. So I get on that street and get into the parking garage and arrive in the building around 801. In the elevator, I take a second to look at my schedule, and congratulations me, I actually have financial accounting first, not communications. Probably should have checked that last night.

I'm tired. I need rest. And ignoring the fact that I'm rest deprived, I want to play ball. But I have no time. Essays suck. Ok I'm going to finish writing up the draft for this paper now. Yay dimsum tomorrow.

For your entertainment

2008-08-12T21:51:00.002-05:00

I know it only took like 2 months for me to post this one but if I make a promise, I will carry it through.

FIBA vs NBA rules

2008-08-08T13:33:00.014-05:00

You know what annoys me? You know how FIBA allows players to grab the ball off the rim while in the NBA you cant? Everytime that happens, the announcers mention the rule discrepancy. It's like an annoying English teacher talking about effect/affect. It fucking annoys the shit out of me. SHUT THE FUCK UP about it.

Anyways, FIBA will be changing some rules effective October 1, 2010 that mimic NBA's rules. Some key points:
- 3point line extended to 6.75m as opposed to the 6.25m right now
- addition of the no charge semicircles just like the NBA has
- the paint will no longer be a trapezoid. hooray rectangle

Basketball is one of the only sports in the world that has different rules in different leagues; I think it's good to standardize the rules, regardless of which set of rules is used as the standard. Of course I'm biased for the NBA rules, but I honestly believe NBA rules are better for the game because it leads to/allows more exciting play so that its more fun to watch for the casual observer.

I was watching Road to Redemption (just search that on youtube, or you can find it on nike.com), and in one of the episodes they mention that one of the first countries James Naismith shared the game of basketball with was China. And Mao was actually a huge basketball fan. Yeaaaa buddy.

My roomie

2008-08-07T00:01:00.005-05:00

So I'm flipping through channels on tv and I end up on the speed channel which is airing a show about supercars - this reminds Scott about some car he read about in his Road & Track magazine that could do 0-60 in .6 seconds or something and the 1/4 mile in 2 seconds. I'm skeptical as he is telling me about this car, because the numbers sound ridiculous, and I tell him it sounds like something a kid came up with while daydreaming in school - Scott shows me a picture of it and it's not even a real picture, just a rendering of a 60's style car, so I just dismiss it and continue watching the show while Scott looks over the article again. Moments later I hear "Oh, you know that car from the movie Speed Racer?"

Day 3

2008-08-03T12:12:00.002-05:00

Adam is (probably) too lazy to post. He talked to the management. He gets to move to the same apt on the 3rd floor, away from the turbines. Crisis averted. No police reports.

Shane is in town. We need to make time to play with him.

fatty

2008-07-31T10:49:00.008-05:00

not to take away from below serious news...

[10:46] daniel: so i think im getting a little on the chunky side
[10:46] daniel: im just sittin in my cubicle
[10:46] daniel: minding my own business
[10:46] daniel: not even botherin anyone
[10:46] daniel: got a little tired
[10:46] daniel: did a little stretching
[10:46] daniel: and you know sometiems you just take a deep breathe in
[10:46] daniel: well on the exhale of it
[10:46] daniel: my belt broke...
[10:46] daniel: =\

[10:48] daniel: and now im beltless
[10:48] daniel: i guess i really didnt need it...

atx pix

2008-07-28T23:04:00.007-05:00

a few atx on my camera from friday 7/18

sixth

cheers

i think friends

aquarium

some intense txting -
sweat drops down your... forehead...

Moving sucks...agreed

2008-07-28T00:16:00.002-05:00

I have to move in 2 weeks. I sort of moved this past weekend and this heat sucks!!! Loading up my car at 3 in the afternoon is NOT a good idea but it's the only time I can. Doing it by yourself sucks even more! sigh. Anyone want to come to Galveston 2 weekends from now?

Adam, 1. I suggest you find some friends to help you move 2. Don't move until it's dark outside.

Moving sucks

2008-07-26T17:37:00.001-05:00

Elf and I just moved. Will update with more details once 1) our Internet is working 2) I'm not stealing my neighbors wireless on my iPhone and 3) I feel like it

We all need a laugh

2008-07-23T20:12:00.002-05:00

Sometimes I think we just need to get away from all the seriousness. I leave you with videos of the last time I was in Houston.

7/11/08 - Scott is dumb. Elf perspective.

2008-07-17T15:31:00.004-05:00

I wanted to play soccer so I called mike over to go to academy first so I could get a new ball. Scott didnt want to play.. something about his ankle boohoo. Scott wanted to go to academy though for no reason at all, aside from having Mike drive him to academy and back home before we could go play soccer. So, I took it upon myself to make scotts presence worthwile and suggested he buy a ball along with Mike and I. He agrees and is still trying to decide while mike and I wait with balls in hand harhar. Scott finally decides on one but changes his mind because I'm throwing out random suggestions on what he should buy, he then decides to stick to his first choice and quickly grabs a ball off the shelf with barely a glance. In the car I start to pump up the balls (yes I brought my pump because I had already decided Scott was going to play), when I get to Scott's ball, immediately I'm like "why is this so small?" and sure enough it's the wrong size FUCKING SCOTT. so now there's no way we are going to consider bringing Scott back home first even if it is 1 minute from the soccer field. so we get to the field with Scott in his frickin sandals and his ball that we can't use and we make him drive back to my house to get proper footwear and some water, incessantly reminding him of his difficult task as he walked to the car.

Later on at Mike's house, Mike suggests we sleep over and I jokingly call Mike's bed while Scott's sitting on it, Scott decides he wants to be funny and does a half-hearted-not-very-well-thought-out goofy gesture that usually ends in embarrassment and sure enough it did.

I've known Scott for a long time now so I'm accustomed to his moments of dumbassery and I hardly react to them any more, but this one surprised me.

7/11/08 - Scott is dumb. Perspective 2 of 3.

2008-07-17T14:26:00.010-05:00

As a preface to this Saturday debacle, we all know my ankle has been sprained since May. It's still swollen now so I haven't been resting it enough. Anyways, a couple days before we played soccer (or maybe the night before, I don't remember), I played bball and stopped hard on my right foot and tweaked it a little. Thus, I didn't feel like playing soccer on Saturday. When Elf said he was going to goto Academy, I thought he was just going to go buy a ball and then come back home before Mike came over, so I said I would just tag along and come to Academy and buy a soccer ball with him. Then, Mike shows up... so I'm like whatever, they can drop me off afterwards (this is why I wore flipflops and didn't bring my wallet because I neither expected to play soccer nor expected to buy a ball). One pretty dumb thing was the damn soccer ball though, I couldn't decide which ball I wanted to buy because Elf had picked the one I wanted. I changed my mind like 5 different times and ended up getting the exact same ball in a size 4 (regulation size is 5). It's pretty hard to tell the different sizes apart .... other than the big label saying size 4, lol I'm retarded.

By 2 A.M., I had already passed out a while on Mike's bed while Mike and Elf were on his computer (after I already played smash with Mike for an hour while Elf slept). So I wake up, kind of, and start drinking my water. After a while, we decide to call it a night. Mike asks where we want to sleep because he's like an 8 year old schoolgirl and always wants sleepovers. Elf points to Mike's bed. Naturally since I'm there, I decide to do a retarded pose. To digress real fast - those that know me know I'm r.e.t.a.r.d.e.d. when I first wake up from sleep or whatever, I stay groggy for quite a while. OK Back to the story. So I decide a spread eagle is a nice pose, too bad I forgot that I had just opened the water bottle to take another sip. So as I fall backwards onto Mike's bed, the water splashes on his sheets and right on my face. I sit right up and look at Elf and we both can't believe it just happened (as the water drips from my face). I remember seeing Mike's dumbfounded face in my peripheral vision, and Elf and I both start cracking up. I stop laughing after a while, and Elf keeps laughing and laughing for 7 hours.

Hope Mike didn't have a wet dream that night.

7/11/08 - Scott is dumb. Perspective 1 of 3.

2008-07-17T10:05:00.006-05:00

Dear Sunny,

After reading Angela's post, I finally understand what compels you to always burst out with "Are you fucking stupid, __________!?!!!??" So with this newfound understanding, I've decided to make a post for you that may actually be worth reading. Sorry, no funny stories about fat chicks grinding on my leg, but you're not interested about that I'm sure. However, you already know that Elf, Scott, and I hang out pretty much all the time. Since you should be part of this little boyband of ours, I figure we should all post our own perspectives of our 'hangouts'. After all, you asked for an update on our lives right? Maybe we'll make these kind of posts after every weekend. Now, you have to imagine that you are actually with us in order to get the full effect ok?

So let's see.. on weekdays, I work, Scott works, and Elf goes to school. We all sit around and chat on meebo. We play ball on Wednesday nights. It's the same routine every week. Friday afternoon rolls around, I go straight home, change into my Lucas t-shirt and bball shorts, and head straight to Elf's house. 90% of the time it's Scott that answers the door. Even if Elf's mom is staring at me from the living room or Elf's dad is in the TV room right next to the front door, it's frickin Scott that opens the door. Anyway on 7/11, we sit around and decide to go to Academy first and buy some soccer balls to play soccer. On the way to Academy, Scott says he didn't bring his soccer shoes. Elf and I both: OKAYYYYYYYYY WE SAID WE WERE PLAYING SOCCER SCOTT YOU IDIOT. strike 1. We get to Academy and we all decide to each buy a ball. It's Scott's turn to pay for his ball. "Whoops I forgot my wallet at home." Elf looks at me dumbfounded. I look at back at him .............OKAY SCOTT WE SAID WE WERE BUYING SOCCER BALLS IDIOT. Elf pays for him. strike 2. We get on the car to go to Clements to play. Elf is in the back pumping air into each of our new balls. He pumps his first, then he does mine. He pulls Scott's ball out. "GOD DAMNIT FUCKING SCOTT." Turns out, Scott buys the wrong size ball. I'm shaking my head, "Scott you fucking dumb ass." strike 3. So after soccer we go back to IRL rockband practice. The whole night we're just giving Scott shit for no real reason just because he was being an idiot earlier. Eventually it just dies off and we stop talking shit.

Then 2 A.M. rolls around.

We're in my room just looking stuff up on the internet. Scott's sitting on my bed looking very sleepy. He opens the Ozarka water bottle in his hand for no reason (doesn't even drink out of it, just frickin opens it). Elf mentions something about sleeping on my bed. Scott attempts to make a funny by just throwing himself backwards onto my bed to do a 'spread eagle'. Fucking fag. So as he flings himself back, water splashes all in his face and all over my bed and my clothes. SMOOTH MOVE THERE CHAMP. Elf cracks up for like 10 minutes. I'm staring at Scott wondering what I did to deserve this. Anyway, you had to be there to just see Scott's face as the water spilled onto him. I'm lying there on my wet bed, half laughing half crying, wondering why yet again, something ridiculous happens to me when I'm just innocently sitting there doing nothing. So with Scott in the lead, you're off the hook for that time in VIP. I guess it's Elf's turn next.

So Sunny, if you didnt already know... Scott is a dumb ass and if you were there, I'm sure you would have been the first to yell "SCOTT YOU DUMB ASS" with a big grin on your face.

That concludes my perspective of that Friday. Scott and Elf - write your own versions, too. ok cool thanks

forgotten moments...

2008-07-17T08:58:00.009-05:00

Dear Sunny,

Because everyone thinks/knows I don't do much work at work, I will join you in encouraging others to share the same passion for slackery.

Your friend,
LanLan

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forgotten moments...

however embarrassing this night of gong was for me, i decided to take one for the team and expose this pic of me with the wire hat in all its glory. notice how excited and 'unnatural' phong was in the back!

pop quiz: what do these three have in common?

so, i've always wanted to pick up photography, but i think i really captured something special here. look at the linearity in the background leading your eye towards the intricate silhouette of what i call, elf-cut.

an important way we set ourselves apart at work is by means of our wallpaper selection. what is yours? currently, i have a pic of my buddy daniel... doesn't he looks so cute in a tuxedo!

as technology becomes our bond in society, we love to acquaint others through interactions such as mySpace, Friendster, etc. Thus, I leave you with an infamous receipt.

Post More

2008-07-16T20:11:00.001-05:00

Stop being a stalker and start posting or commenting. I can't see you guys on a regular basis so at least share your lives to me. Thanks.

hot mama

2008-07-10T21:15:00.016-05:00

why is no one posting? well, here is my attempt at an interesting post: so, i was driving on the highway the other day when i came across a billboard that even made ME slow down...

YOUR WIFE IS HOT!

Time to fix your A/C.

HAHA. for more fun billboard ads, click here!

Go China

2008-07-03T22:31:00.003-05:00

http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-07/03/content_8479901.htm

GJ Spain

2008-06-30T11:29:00.003-05:00

Wahoo Spain are the winnars. If Casillas didn't punch out some crosses, Germany surely would have headed a couple in. Kudos to Casillas... if Portugal had him watching goal instead of Ricardo, Cristiano might have had a better chance.

Personal Finances

2008-06-25T23:16:00.000-05:00

HURRAY FOR www.mint.com!

Oops...

2008-06-22T14:25:00.004-05:00

Anyone else think they could see this happening to Sunny or Shane?

More disasters here.

Taking You To School

2008-06-18T14:58:00.002-05:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Professor Wan.

Randomness

2008-06-17T04:43:00.006-05:00

I just came back from 2 weeks in Japan & Taiwan. I randomly ran into Jason Huang at a club in Taipei, and through him, I found out Kelfie was in town too! This just goes to show you how small the world really is...

Here's me and Jason at Room 18

Here's me & Kelfie & Grace at Luxy.

More BBQ pics!

2008-06-16T16:38:00.008-05:00

How you eat a kabob

Delicious combo

I blame him for the majority of the dots on my face!
At least 3 sets...geez...haha Thanks for letting us play over at your place tho =)

I can say that because I single handedly beat Scott

and Adam! Michael was too busy playing video games...haha

and Sungjin, it was great to see you again...come back next month!

BBQ

2008-06-15T12:47:00.002-05:00

I'll post the rest of the pix on facebook when I have time... so that probably means at work in the coming days or weeks.

I'll have a coke!

2008-06-10T02:54:00.003-05:00

The vending machine was out of root beer so I got a coke.

wknd update

2008-06-09T09:27:00.005-05:00

went to the zoo, this is what i saw...

Who am I?

2008-06-02T23:36:00.003-05:00

First to guess who this is gets to watch our band practice!!!!!!!*(#*!@$&!@&$!@*$ For free!!

P.S. Angela is still stupid

what??

2008-06-02T12:58:00.002-05:00

RED ROVER, RED ROVER
SEND SCOTTIE BACK OVER!!

P.S. I'm stupid

Someone's dinner!

2008-05-27T16:22:00.001-05:00

Motherfuckin dog. FYI: He looks smaller in this pix than in real life. I HATE DOGS I HATE DOGS I HATE DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi it's Tracy

2008-05-26T22:56:00.009-05:00

Hello guys, I'm hacking into Michael's account b/c I don't have one and I wanted to show you guys some pix of my Memorial weekend...

5-24 My friend backed up into my car.

He "forgot" that my car was on the driveway. And I noticed he was coming out of the garage at a weird angle... so I said "Hey don't hit my car", and right after that sentence, we heard a crunch. Good thing it was only paint (or so I think) that rubbed off.

05-26 BBQ at my friend's place. Got bit by their dog. 3 times. Here are my battle wounds:

Right leg...see the bruise forming? This was the worst one.

Left leg...see the blood coming through the bandage...

Back of right leg..some blood seeping through =/

Back of right leg, another chunk missing.

I hope your weekend was better than mine =/

Good read

2008-05-26T16:51:00.010-05:00

Mark Cuban's blogpost explains how salary caps work and why the NFL would opt out of its current Collective Bargaining Agreement. It would be nice if the NBA didn't have a salary cap, but then the number of teams would really have to be limited since all the good players, especially the ones that are friends, would all try to join the big market teams.

Friends and Family

2008-05-21T17:33:00.003-05:00

Another one so soon due to Memorial Weekend

http://ww2.champssports.com/2008/friends_fam_08/Champs.jpg

http://ww2.footaction.com/2008/friends_fam_08/Footaction.jpg

http://ww2.footlocker.com/2008/friends_fam_08/Lockers.JPG

lmao

2008-05-20T16:10:00.003-05:00

Forgot about these shoes... lol damnit sunny. (btw i stole this pic from Jason's flickr)

Sprained Ankle

2008-05-18T20:32:00.002-05:00

Sunny is right, it always happens that the day you start jumping higher, you sprain your ankle. I should've seen this coming. I tweaked my left ankle on Thursday. Then today some fat guy poked me in my right eye, so right now my right eye is slightly uncomfortable. And then I jumped for a rebound and my right foot landed on some dude's foot. Gay.

Rockets Gear

2008-05-15T21:46:00.002-05:00

We'd also like to invite your friends and family to save on all of their favorite Houston Rockets Team Shop gear. Next week, on May 13, 14, and 17 between 11AM and 5PM, every item in the Team Shop at Toyota Center will be reduced by 50%!

This offer is only available at Toyota Center 's Team Shop and cannot be used online at RocketsShop.com. Discounts will be taken from the original price and no additional discounts may be claimed.

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If anyone actually makes the trip to check this stuff out, can you pick up a Rockets Shooting Shirt size L? here's what it looks like http://dsp.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p3777358p275w.jpg

P.S. this diet + workout regimen owns, i can hang with the black guys at LA fitness again