There are a lot of things to write about, but I'll split it up. Lets start with Milk.

Last Sat, I went to a club called Milk up in the city. I will tell you this once: If you never go to Milk in your life, you are not missing anything. In fact, consider yourself lucky that you don't have to go this POS club. So why did it suck so bad? It failed in the three main factors of a club.

ONE) Music - I didn't know that Milk had a teleportation device, because the next thing I know, we were apparently transported to Jamaica. I can tell this because all of a sudden I'm thrown into a reggae EXPLOSION. I really don't get why clubs insist on playing reggae. It's not like I hate the music, I just hate it IN CLUBS. You can't dance to reggae. It just clears out dance floors and pisses off club patrons who paid good money to get in (10 bucks on this particular night). Anyways, the dude plays reggae for like 30 minutes straight. fucking UGH. After that, it then goes into the hyphy set for the rest of the night. Now I dunno if any of you have been in a club when they start playing hyphy shit, but it makes everyone dance like it's a fucking mosh pit. I had no idea that "gettin' hyphy" meant dancing like you're mentally retarded and have live eels stuck up your ass. I mean seriously...if you're going to dance like that, you might as well just give yourself a seizure and really look like you're getting hyphy. wtf.

Speaking of the DJs, they were supposed to be these three guys who make up this trio called "triple threat". It was the main reason why I went to Milk that night. But instead of three, we get one guy. One guy who apprently is the sucky member of the group. And I know this for two reasons: one, his music selection sucked fat hairy donkey balls, and two, at one point, he kept messing up the music and the track would skip and shut down. Then he says "not my fault, not my fault". Well who the fuck's fault is it??? The bartender???

My god. I would have done a better job with my collection of mp3s. Bottom line, the music fucking SUCKED.

TWO) People - In a club you gotta expect to get shoved, and pushed and all that, but it can get to be too much. How?
a) Girls with purses - I had this one chick keep hitting me with her purse. Okay in general, if you're dancing, and you feel that you're bumping someone, then STOP FUCKING DOING THAT MOTION AND/OR MOVE. If you KEEP bumping me, then I WILL HIT YOU BACK. And when I do, you better not get pissed. No. You should be glad I didn't grab your purse and chuck it acorss the damn room. Who the fuck brings their purse into a club anyways? What did you take a horse drawn carridge to the club? Why the hell do you need to bring all your shit with you inside? Did you walk to the club? Money and ID, that's all you need. Get with the program
b) Fat people - K I'm fat, but then there's FAT. Look lets be honest here. If you're big and take up more room that the average person, then realize it and don't get acting like you thin. What I mean by that is, if you're in a crowded club, have some respect for those around, and don't get all crazy with the dancing, but even though i know you may not realize it, but PEOPLE AROUND YOU DON'T WANT TO KEEP GETTING HIT BY YOUR ROLLS. And if you're just naturally large, like the hella annoying somoan gentlement at the club, please do not push and shove just because you can. That's a dick move. And furthermore, if you go to aclub with ALL guys, do not spend all night doing catcalls at one another. WHy? Because one, you look like you're interested in one another, which may be likely, and two, it's FUCKING ANNOYING. Go home and yell at each other. Or better yet, just go home.
c) Crazy dancers - k. I get it. White people can't dance. But what's worse than that? A white person who knows they can't dance and then goes overboard with it. I had this white guy who was giving SUPER agressive forceful lap dances to these nasty girls. He kept bumping me. It was sad. But lets not assume that all non-whites CAN dance. There was this asian guy there who I was THIS close to socking in the head because he hit me in the head with his arms. I hope he was drunk, because he was dancing like he was in a janet jackson video all by himself. Unbuttoning his shirt, doing booty drops...wow. I have never wanted to throw up from watching another person dance so bad, but hey, there's a first time for everything.
d) Assholes - I met some new people that night, and some of them came off as real dicks. I'll leave it at that...those who know know what i'm talking about.

THREE) Size of the club - this club was small. That's fine. Some of the best places are smaller. But if you can fit less people in your club, dont' let too many in. If you can fit 100 comfortably, don't let in 300! WTF.

Anyways, everyone left the club PISSED. I have never had such a rotten clubbing experience in my entire life. I will gladly go to Mr. Smiths, PBBG, Loft 11, over the utter CRAP that is Milk. Nothing about that night was satisfactory, except for the massive amounts of shit talking about the club afterwards.

So on a scale of 1-10, Milk gets a -100000000000000000000000000000000000000.

Sofa Lounge needs to hurry up and open again.

K i'm tired. Shit I have so much more to write about. Tomorrow I guess.

yo.

I'm gonna reconsider doing my xmas shopping online next year. So many of my orders were fucked up or are going to be late. Pisses me off. Fuck newegg too, who neglected to tell me that one of the items that I had ordered was out of stock. The only way i found out is I went to the website to see why my order was taking so damn long. Those fuckers. Next time, it's gonna be nothing but amazon.

Anyways, time for the latest happenings.

It's xmas time, and everyone comes back home. this is a blessing, but frustrating. I want to hang out with everyone, but I also have limited amounts of time. In addition, I'm on my vacation which means that I also want to spend some time just vegging out and playing with my wii (yes that's a fucking joke). Nevertheless, it's always more fun to be busy than to be not busy, and I should be thanking my lucky stars that some friends that return home still want to hang out.

That being said, here's some of the things I've been doing:
-Went to a sushi place in Palo Alto that makes their nigiri using brown rice. It sounded pretty interesting and it turned out to be pretty good. The guy takes his sweet ass time making the sushi, but the cuts are top notch, and definitely worth a return visit. It was also very cheap. I had a decent amount of sushi for 15 bucks. Hamachi kicks ass yo. (reminder to self: go to Hanamaru and get the toro there). This trip was also cool because I got to met up with Cathy, who I haven't seen in a while. Good conversating. Talked to her about a trip to Yosemite, and hiking and other outdoor that i've been fiending to do. She also said that she's always down for a vegas trip, which is always a very good thing.

-Xmas party at Bob's. Because we've gotten in better with Bob's group, we were invited to her groups xmas party. It was a potluck, and a white elephant gift exchange. The food was bomb and there was a bunch of it. I tried my limited and sad cooking skills by making "inside out s'mores" (large marshmellows dipped in melted chocolate and covered with graham cracker crumbs). Someone made layered jello, which was fucking BOMB. I can't believe how much fun her group is. Even though I barely knew anyone, all the peoples in her group have a way of making you feel comfortable. Definitely people I want to kick it with more. Thanks bob, you're the bomb fo sho! BTW, for the white elephant gift, I got a pair of handcuffs and some chocolates. Random. I also got to talk to Pat, someone I went to high school with.

-I went to a winery for the first time with Minh/Czrena. It was pretty damn cool. For 10 bucks, you can get a wine glass and that includes unlimited tastings of all of their wine. The guy there was hella cool and he explained all the differences between the wines and how they were made. He introduced us to some really good red wines...so good that I bought a bottle of one. He also took us to show us the storage room and the tanks that are used in the wine making process. Wine tasting is very dope, even if you aren't too keen on wine (i'm not the biggest fan). I encourage everyone to try it at least once.

-Went to go see the musical, Jersey Boys. I havent seen many musicals at all, but I wanted to see this one in particular because I like the music of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons (i.e. "Walk like a man", "big girls don't cry", and "sherry"). Plus, there were REALLY good reviews of it. My mom bought some group tickets from the theater in SF where it was showing, which made it so that she could purchase Jersey Boys tickets before it was available to the general public. Thus, the seats I got were really good seats, and the price wasn't bad. But fuck the price because seriously, I can say with 99% confidence that that will be the best musical I will ever see in my entire life without question. The whole thing was UNBELIEVABLY good. If it wasn't for the fact that the rest of the shows are sold out for the rest of the year, I would go again without question, regardless of the cost. The story, the writing, the songs, the singing is fucking RIDICULOUS. I'm glad at least Jon was able to make it; the rest of you had better hope that it comes back to SF!!
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Resolutions for 2007:
-Lose 10% body fat.
-Do more outdoor activities: fishing, rock climbing, camping, etc.
-Meditate daily
-Keep working to make myself better (I came a long way this year, but I know I can do better)
-Meet more people
-Remove the things in my life that don't make me happy

I think the worst job in the world would be to be the "rep" for some celebrity. What a stupid, pointless job that certainly does not make the world a better place. You're pretty much the cleanup crew for this person that makes you look like you're their bitch. Sure, you will probably make a lot of money, but no one will take you seriously, because it's a given that you're going to deny any wrongdoing or bad stuff your master has done. And because that's what they do, I see their existance as pointless.

For those of you who are looking for places to get some quality fish (to cook), I would suggest going to the farmer's market in Mountain View. Apparently, there's a guy there who sells the fish that he catches, as well as some fish from other fishermen that he has connections with. Let me tell you, that shit is FRESH. I mean, the fish doesn't have that "fishy" smell at ALL. And it tastes SO much better than the supermarket fish. Even Race Street doesn't compare to this stuff. I cringe when I think of how old all the fish I've been eating from the bigger supermarkets was.

In the past few months, I've been witness to many of my friends getting their hearts ripped out of their chests by the girls that they loved and thrown on the floor and stomped on. While I admit that it's life, it's still painful to see. Heartbreak/heartache is a horrible thing in that it is like a fever, there is nothing you can really do...you can only let it run its course. Things will get better, that is inevitable (unless you FORCE yourself to stay miserable, which some do, for they see it as a way of making the love that they feel everlasting (this action which is, btw, complete and utter bullshit), but it doesn't occur to you when it's happening.

Heartbreak hurts guys and girls equally. I think. Or at least I'd like to think so. I'm not saying that girls don't hurt too, because seriously, us guys are stupid and cause females a lot of frustration and pain. I'm focusing on the ending of the relationships tho. I see a common theme in ending of the relationships of my friends and family around me in that they all blame themselves for the breakup. There is no admission of "it was both our faults", but rather a proclaimation of how they themselves fucked it up. It was this way for me too...at the end of my relationship (yeah you read that right, it's singular), I blamed myself for the ending of it (though I will admit that the "first relationship" blunders, added with my own stupidity, both during and subsequent to the breakup added to fuel the fire of the destruction). I just hate seeing it. It takes two people to make a relationship, and two people to break it. Unless one person cheats, and even in that case, it can still be recovered.

Being out of a relationship for so long is a good/bad thing. It's given me the ability to THINK. And i'm not talking about all those bullshit "epiphanies" and "revelations" that I've had in the past. I'm talking about some serious self-reflection. I feel like I've come MILES and MILES since sept of this year, and i'm trying to capitalize on that. Anyways, it's given me time to think about myself and my life and what's truly important. On the other hand, it feels weird. I mean, i've been out of a relationship for SO long that I can barely remember what it's like, and furthermore, I dunno..I just want to see what i'd be like in a relationship now - now that all this time has elapsed and I've been thinking and learning and all this stuff.

Finally, my life is getting way too routine. I need to go do more things. I need to travel around more. and when I say travel, I mean places around here! there are lots of things to do, and yet i've seen none of them. and it also seems, and I say this with no spite or anger whatsoever, that no one here has any urge to go do new things. It's not because we dont want to, I just figure we're all just slaves to our routines/work schedules. That and no one wants to plan anything because it's a pain in the ass. I also hope that the reason why our group of friends are all getting more distant is because we're in hibernation mode until it gets warmer and we do more things. But if not, that's life and it only means that I need to finally get off my lazy ass and do more things to meet more people.

Another weekend filled with interesting stuff.

-I got to see what it's like to get destroyed on the dance floor. Jon and his dance crew all went to sofa lounge, and i decided to tag along. Some sucky guys come along and try to battle, if you can even call it that. Its' more like, they were trying to mock the people dancing cuz they were drunk and/or stupid. So they get served up pretty good, and they they try and c-walk. Here's the thing: c-walking is for gangstas, not club-goers. And do not EVER try and use c-walking in a battle circle! That immediately says that you cannot dance. Anyways, so then, the choreographer/teacher of the entire crew gets up, and SERVES these two guys. It's ridiculous. It's too bad they didn't understand/appreciate what was going on, cuz they sucked too much. Sad.

-I drank something on the rocks for the first time. That means i'm old. Halfway through the glass I gotta say tho, I wished I had had ordered it with a mixer.

-I'm always tired these days. I don't get it. It's getting to the point where I need coffee everyday. Oh wells.

Time for another week to start. Sweet.

When you love someone, if you love someone, then you owe it to them to be as clear as possible. None of this implying, insinuating shit. None of this "you should have known" shit. None of this. When you love someone, you tell them. You have no problem telling them if they are making you pissed, or if they are making you happy. It's called honesty. And if you can't be honestly with the person you're with, maybe you should analyze if you really love the person, or just someone to keep you from being alone.

Sometimes I think you learn more from observing than from actually doing it yourself.
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I need to keep improving myself. I need to make myself better today than I was yesterday. I need to keep learning, exercising, reading, living, breathing...standing on the edge of today and looking out over everything that life has to offer.

Today is the best day of my life, and I'll be damned if I waste it.

I need to make myself better for the people who are in my life...for myself, my family, my future love, everything.
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It's a sad sad thing that the longer time progresses, the more I lose touch with the friends in my life. Even up here.

Time to expand the social circle. I just need to figure out how.
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It was only a matter of time. See yah.
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When I get older, I will get a dog. The dog will be a shiba inu. He will be called "Buta", "Ed", or "The Dog Named After Its Owner, Steve"