a month into the year.

Tomorrow marks the first day of February, as the past 30 days (31 including today) have crept by. I have been sick for all of 2007, so I cannot say I have accomplished much except cough up a portion of my right lung, but hey - who really needs two full-sized lungs? A shot in the butt and 31 days later, I hope to be on the road to recovery.

What seemed like three weeks later, I finally got my Nip/Tuck Season 3 in the mail. Nip/Tuck has been one of the few seasons I have kept up with. I do not have the FX channel at home so I have resorted to waiting for the seasons to come out on DVD. The "what the fuck?!" story lines are well worth the wait.

I have, yet again, survived one of the toughest months at the pharmacy. "It's the start of the new year, sir, are you sure you did not receive a new insurance card? It's showing that your coverage is terminated..." "TERMINATED? What the hell are you talking about? Nothing has changed! I didn't get a damn card in the mail!"

10,000. I signed up for the Take A Hike program through the city and am to average 10,000 steps a day. I figured surely between my two jobs I could easily take 12,000 steps a day. Boy was I wrong. Either that or I am being cheated out of a lot of my steps. I think it is because I drag my feet, and the pedometer is not catching half of my so-called steps. Now would be a good time to improve on my posture. Maybe I will start marching everywhere I go.

Lately, I have been inspired in different areas. Hopefully I can get at least one of the things going...

political science 101.

Forget Survival of the Fittest. What they should be teaching kids in biology is the Survival of the Smartest - the politically smart, that is. Biology is the study of life, and politics play a large role in life.

Let us start with grade school. Everyone knows there is the popular crowd. This would be the group that wins all the votes - always gets chosen as line leader and later always gets voted class president. It is about who you know and what you wear. Come on, you know you wore your No Fear and Yaga shirts twice in one week to make sure Lindsey Gardener, captain of the volleyball and basketball team, saw it.

Then there is college. Coming from a highly populated greek school, politics took precedence over my chosen major. Affiliations were the main means of networking. The Alphas are good with the Betas, but only because the Gammas are their sisters. The Gammas host events with the Deltas to try to take numbers from the Epsilons, who are absolute rivals with the Alphas.

At the end of four years, a diploma graduates you to the next level of politics. Now, instead of making sure people see you with certain clothes on, you are making sure people see you with clothes off as you sex your way up the corporate ladder. Okay, maybe that is a bit corrupt. The real world brings new meaning to "keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Be careful what you say - there are eyes and ears everywhere. Everyday you have to play your cards carefully; you never know if someone else has a better hand.

blog spam.

Damn you, Lee-Ting. If I had "labels" for my posts, this one would fall under "spam."

1.What is in the back seat of your car right now?
Boxes. My car smells like cardboard boxes and will continue to smell like that for at least 5 more months.

2. What was the last thing you threw up?
Beef pan fried noodles. Looked like poo.

3. What's your favorite curse word?
Fuck. Use in variations of, mother-fucker, fucking-shit, fuck, fucker. You get the point.

4. What's your favorite breakfast food?
Anything with potatoes.

5. What's your favorite episode of Friends?
If I had the money, I would own the $100+ complete DVD boxed set.

6. Is there anything red within 10 feet of you?
The Ozarka label. Yes, believe it or not there is a bottle of water next to me - It is a new years resolution thing.

7. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Water. Like I said, a new years resolution thing.

8. Last food you ate?
Peking duck.

9. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
Do socks count?

10. When is the last time you ran?
Friday morning. I attempted to play basketball with the housewives.

11. What's the last sporting event you watched?
Does basketball on Gamecast count?

12. Last movie you saw?
Inside Man. Movie was okay. Denzel was good looking, as always.

15. Were you an honor roll student?
I am Chinese, of course.

13. Do you like sushi?
No. I love sushi. I do not care if my father tells me one day worms will grow inside me. I love my hamachi.

14. How old do you want to be when you have kids?
Ideally, I wanted kids by the time I was 25.

15. Do you drink your soda from a straw?
I do not drink soda. Unless it is with liquor, in which case yes, I drink from a straw.

16. What's your age?
Twenty fuckin' Five. And no, I do not have any kids.

17. What are your siblings' middle names?
Lauren. Damnit - why could I not have an English middle name?

18. What do you think of when you think of Australia?
Crocodile Dundee.

19. Ever ridden on a roller coaster?
Yes.

20. What is your birthstone?
Sapphire? I do not know. Something blue. Light blue, I think.

21. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
I avoid drive thrus at all cost.

22. What is your favorite number?
Thirteen.

23. Biggest annoyance in your life right now?
Illness. I have been sick for all of 2007.

24. Are you allergic to anything?
Yes. I hate it when I go eat dim sum and forget my claritin. Damn my allergy to shrimp!

25. Favorite shoes that you wear all the time?
All my Nikes.

26. What is one thing you've learned about life recently?
Recently? I have not learned anything that I did not already know.

27. Are you jealous of anyone?
"Jealousy involves three parties, the subject, the rival, and the beloved; and the jealous person's real locus of concern is the beloved - the person whose affection he is losing or fears losing - not his rival." I do not currently have a so-called "beloved," so no, I not not jealous of anyone at the moment.

28. Do you do your own dishes?
Yes. But I hardly ever have any dishes to do.

29. How old will you be on your next birthday?
Twenty fucking six.

30. How did you get one of your scars?
Chicken pox. It would not stop itching, so I scratched it.

Magic Mouthwash - shaken, not stirred.

Prior to working at a pharmacy, I had never heard of Magic Mouthwash. A liquid compound used to treat sore throat? What nonsense. Growing up, I was just told to gargle with warm salt water.

Little did I know, it was actually quite common for someone to be prescribed something that numbs your throat like 'magic.' Shortly after being taught how to compound progesterone suppositories, I was given the recipe for basic Magic Mouthwash. (There are several variations to the mouthwash.)

Viscous Lidocaine
Maalox
Benadryl

Evenly dispensed, the three ingredients are mixed together - shaken until the Lidocaine is all broken up. And then, wa-lah, Magic Mouthwash.

We had so many prescriptions brought in for the mouthwash tonight that I can now make it in my sleep. Maybe the next time we are slow, I will make some to sell on the streets.

when i don't make money, i spend money.

I had a so-called half-day of work today. "Half-day" being classified as only working one of two jobs. Whenever I have the morning or afternoon off, I try to utilize it to the fullest. Nine times out of ten, what gets utilized the most is my wallet.

8:15 am - $25 co-pay for doctor's appointment

9:00 am - $43 drugs ($8 Amoxicillin / $35 Zyrtec)

9:45 am - $20 tank of gas

In an hour and a half I managed to spend almost $100. Thank goodness for generics and a small gas tank.

i could never live in Seattle.

Between the ice storms and rain storms, this past week has been absolute Texas weather hell.

"The sky is falling, the sky is falling." Troy Dungan must have been the leader of all the Chicken Littles in Texas because he sure did have everyone scared. The slightest hint of cold rain and everyone goes into hiding. It was like Y2K all over again - people going to the grocery store for water and canned goods; people running to their pharmacy and stocking up on whatever medications they can refill. Or, one of my favorites, one of my yoga instructors cancelling classes because, "...the temperature is going to drop below 0 degrees tonight..." Well shit, do some yoga to keep warm then!

Truth be told, I could just be bitching because I hate cold and rainy weather; I do not own warm clothing, and I am too damn lazy to use an umbrella.

keep Mr. Wal-Mart in your prayers.

Usually it is Mr. Wal-Mart that helps put me to sleep. But soon, I may be putting him to sleep. Though there will never be a replacement for it, SlickDeals has helped to ease me with the inevitable.


Buy one SET, and get one SET free. FOUR chenille pillows for $8! ($8.65, to be exact.) How could I say no to that. I swear, SlickDeals will be the death of me and my wallet. I have not been able to find another dark blue chenille pillow, like Mr. Wal-Mart, but that is probably because there is and always will be only one Mr. Wal-Mart. My new pillows are red, and have yet to be named. I am thinking LT (for Linen and Things), but I am going to have to run that one by Lee-Ting, first.

The four pillows are still in the bag, as I plan to spend a few more nights with my one and only. So keep Mr. Wal-Mart in your prayers for the next few nights.

so much for writing on my hand.

Now I know why people watch infomercials. The acting is atrocious, and the products are borderline worse than the acting.


And here I was writing on my hand every day.

If you have not been fortunate enough to catch the infomercial on TV, search YouTube for it. You will also want to catch the Lil Reminder Rant video, as well. The guy in the video, who is clearly high or heavily medicated, expresses it best. Remember, "No nodding to the Lil Reminder."

i am a rock star!

Before I met MOB, noone had ever called me by my last name. It has always been characterized as a guy-thing - I guess it comes with the slapping of asses after a touchdown is scored. I love it when he calls me King. Being called King feels empowering. And you have to admit, it sure does beat Chen, Chang, Wang, or Lee.

"You have a rock star name!" said the Sprint representative. I was on the phone confirming my account information the other day when the representative pointed out that my name was that of a rock star. All I am missing are tattoos and a drug addiction.

Just call me King. But, please, do not touch my ass.

pictures paint words, or something.

Not many people know of my love for art. I used to love to draw; the pencil being my favorite medium. Yeah, yeah, everyone doodles, you say. But I drew, I promise. I used to pick a wall in my house and draw it and everything on it from one end to another. Still life, they call it. I would take commonplace objects and arrange them accordingly. Later, in high school, I discovered photography and began appreciating everyday shadows and use of light and dark in photos.

Now that I have left you thinking, do I know the person writing this blog? I share with you this collage...

No, I did not take all of these pictures. I grabbed most of them from Flickr, which I have found several noteable photos. I absolutely love the one of the beanie baby-like toy on the railroad track and the Nike Shox, though I may just be partial to the brand.

If I was more html-savvy I would try to integrate this collage into my layout, but as I mentioned in my previous post, I am not. It will just have to stand alone in this post as it reflects some of my -aholics. Okay, maybe the pictures have no meaning what so ever, and I am just trying to justify my nerdy appreciation for art.

Xanga, what?

Call it a new years thing. Call it jumping on the bandwagon because all my cool friends have one. Call it a passing pasttime. Call it whatever you want, but do not blame me when you get addicted and are compulsively in the need of constant literature on this blog.

Ha, like how I integrated the description of my blog into my introductory post? I see a bright future ahead...

Too bad that future does not reflect a better looking site. My html skills are non-existant, and my patience level to learn the basics will never be there. Therefore, my page will suffer an ailing appearance. I tried, I really did. Maybe if I still have this thing when I am 40 years old, the blog will write itself, and I will be able to change the layout to my desired format just as easily as the new Lexus can now parallel park by itself.