Always thinking: 06/01/2005

You got be larger than life

Larger than life: I love that phrase.

Reality show

Recently I got addicted to "the kept man" and "stripe search" on VH1.

Steve Jobs' inner voice

Your time is limited, so don't let it wasted living someone else' life. Don't trapped by dogma. ...have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truely want to become, everything else is secondary.

Stay hungry, stay foolish...

The weekend

As a single person that is not that much occupied, (I have to be honest, in my own blog that I never disclose to anybody that I know), it's often a challenge to figure out what to do in the weekend when it is supposed to be long expected. We planned out for a few fancy parties in the city and it did not pan out due to my friend's chickening out at last minute for sour throat. So here is my typical weekend plan, saturday a late/long sleep until 1:30pm: somehow I still felt not getting enough of sleep, maybe I dreamed too much? Got up in a hurry and headed out for windsurfing till sun down. The wind sucked so was the sail. Someone broken the sail and I think it actually leaked the wind so I just couldn't power up for a nice plaining. So that did not get me excited. Driving back in dry salt and chilly northern californian summer evening, I was almost exhausted to think of driving to somewhere else for party. Met up with friend in a chinese resturant and had nice dinner, drove back passing by Palo Alto downtown where half of the town was filled up with cops, police cars, horses and high volume radio airing, I still don't know what happened. It's seldom to see police action in a place like Palo Alto. So I got back home, did a few things and watched a movie called Iron monkey. Sunday as usual I got up late morning and ran a few errands for friend's wedding photos. I finally visited Bo's place which is pretty tidy up in the mountain. It's a bit too hilly, too quiet, the house is too dark. He felt same. We ended up grabbing some simple lunch at a Mexican resturant on Sand hill road (yes, that Sand hill road with tons of VCs), I headed out for a soccer game. Because of my head, I really didn't have much desire to expose under the sun "bleach" just to play soccer, but they need my help so I actually played for half the game being a defender which being complimented almost by everyone. I have to figure out a way to cover my head in the next 2 months games.

See, all these things I don't really have to do them, I do them because they keep me busy and in shape but they are not what I really want to do. When I got home, my new roommate was cleaning bath room so I helped out on the floor part and took a shower and did the laundry, it's 7pm. I have not had dinner and do not have plan as to what is for dinner. Tomorrow is Monday when I have to work the boring work, just to wait till sun down and came home to work on my own projects. That are probably the only things keeping me going these days. Yesterday I cheered with bo for not being an ordinary person. I guess there are lot of price to pay not to be an ordinary person, I told him that I gave up probably $200k in the passed 4 years after graduation and I hope I will make it big on my dream. I do believe my dream will come true. But at the same time I will not make another mistake not taking the money on the table.

Life is misery, conflict, life is also beautiful, I love the uncertainty of it and the feeling of turning it around. Maybe "Live, Share" is a good slogan. Uncertainty keeps me guess what is next. The question is what is the rule of the game?

That asian play boy posted my story

I send my story in Shanghai over to this guy claiming "asian playboy", he is actually pretty decent. He got all my names and stories up there that is kinda out of a surprise since I don't really want to open my story to public. At least, I have never told ANY of my friend of this blog, which I kept for over a year and a half.

Here goes:

http://theasianplayboy.blogspot.com/

A Friday dinner

Bo and I went to dinner tonight at the usual what we called "bamboo place". To the end, there walked in two white guys with GSB looking, they started talking some web site they are building and we started chatting. This is Palo Alto, any place you go, you bump into big dreamers, I am one of those, doing the same thing. The bamboo boss is a kind faced guy who used to work for GE as manufacturing engineer and I guess once in a while people want to be bossing themselves. The guys are doing some site on resturant rating: the ideas is to get people write critiques on resturant and they pay them with advertising fees they earned from Google adsense. While we all got into exciting discussion, I did not mention my site at all. I want to wait until I lauch them, doing is better than saying.

Cat once more

I could not resist the desire for cat, even it's a raining night. Things have been changing recently in terms of routine for cat dancing. I usually always parked at the same spot in the past 5 years whenever it was my turn to drive. Last week I parked in somewhere else. I have no expectation when stepping in the club. The routine is me take a few drinks (normally 2 to 3) before I get in mood to swing. The rest is up to music to play the magic. People say women relate dancing to sex. I wonder whether that is the reason there is always girls approaching me when I dance, I dance really well, BTW. This HB7 in red started getting close to me and our body started to repport. She held a drink and seemingly a bit drunk and kept saying: you are so fine, you are so gorgeous. I am 0 comparing to you (a 10) in terms of dancing... things like that. We started to make out and she held her racks against me really tight making me a little uncomfortable since there was this tall punk girl who we both eye contacted well enough to get into conversation. I just don't want her see me distracted by others that I am not that into. HB7 kept saying: I love you, oh I love you. At that point, I knew she was drunk. So I pulled out my body and started looking for the punk girl: she was up there, she is about 6 to 6'1 with heel. I jumped on the stage there was another blonde girl that was really easy to vibe with. "Hi" I started opening punk girl. "you are a good dancer" she said. "So are you" See here is the problem, I am just way too polite. I should have just said "I know" and do whatever I need to do to get what I want, decently. Let me just stop here since I don't get in the detail. The result is I did not open her or did not try much. But that was the story from last week.

Raining night, last night, I walked in the back room and these two super hotties white girls started to wink me and wave at me. I was like do I look so player with just a hat? But I dived in smoothly, smiling, holding their waist: these are some really neat bodies. The talk girl started talking: hey, you, do you remember me? I was like "no". She is like, I dated Mark Henson your friend, I am Chrystal. I was shocked! I did not recognized the very girl to whom I said "you are very horny" when my English still was broken. What I meat is "you are very sexy". She remembers the story and we all laughed. Chrystal is real gorgeous girl, 5'11, beautiful hair, sky blue eyes, and great figure. She is a bit too wild for me so I knew from the first time we are not same type at all. Here came the second girl Shannon who is her sister in law. Guess what, Chrystal is getting married and this is one of the girls night out. Shannon is a flirtatious little thing, she is about 5'8, beautiful figure, nice skin, smells really well, they both had jeans on and black top, Shannon looks cutter, Chrystal as always, gorgeous and probably a bit intimitating for most avarage guys. There are lot of guys trying to approaching them. It made me kinda like a player since three of us dancing,laughing, touching, having hella good time. While I am not the player, I have to say guys need to WORK on their "social skills". They either try to dance from the behind or jump in with a sudden conversation without pulling girls to their attention. Results are nothing. Shannon is actually really flirtatious, we started body dancing a lot from all possible directions and staring, literally, into each others while we swang. Great times. Since Chrystal is more of a friend and so I don't want to get too aggressive. The entire night we spend together which is 2 hours. I have not really experienced cat this way, I mean a more social way. Usually I started dancing and girls and I talked in body languages before anything happens. There was no smoke break, drink break and talk break. But this is completely different but I enjoyed it, even though I still parked at the same spot.

Rock&Roll

is probably the most peaceful revolution (speaking of the influence of Beatles to communist)

Paul MCartney at red square

Cat again

Thursday night is special for me, ever since a summer day of 2000. That day Pinpin, Marc and Nicholai took me to cat club to witness the real dancing. I have not been to cat for almost half a year. Everytime it came, I told myself: you have got next week to save up the energy and next Friday you won't have to go to work. It never happened for almost that long period of time, until this Thursday when I knew I would for sure end up there and sleep late for Friday morning's doctor appointment. That is what I did. As usual, there was a long line at the door even at midnight. A funky haired guy with a funky looking pants stood in front of me while a good looking couple was behind. I tapped that guy asking where he got his funky pants he said on a boat, to or from Amsterdanm I don't quite understand his funny accent. I asked if it's where he is from. He said no he is from Isreal and his name is Ben. Who cares. Anyway, the cover is up by $1 to $6 now, which I think they should have done that long time ago. It's high energy everytime I walked into this place. Tons of girls are bouncing, almost drunken looking. I shaked a little bit up front just to get in the mood. The rest room has been entirely renovated: the only thing is there is no more mirror which makes it hard to adjust the looks after "piss off".

To be continued...

That guy again

Every time I am on campus not for sporting event, I ended up seeing this guy showing up somewhere. It's unbelievable given how many years I have been around the area (since 1999). The least one should get within this time frame should be a phd without doubt. I took one class called "stochastic process" with statistics department spring of 2001 when he was in the same class. He is a little taller than me, about 6 ft to 6'1", very atheletic, buzzed up hair style as always. The moment I see him I know he is the kind who is only interested in white girls, or entirely Americanized. Somewhat like Felix, only more high energy and sociable. While we were at chemstry building for a "tour" to pinpin's lab and her newt, I saw him handholding this very pretty white girl who is obviously graduating today. She has a lot of freckles and up-turn nose that only adds her cutiness. "This is my wife" he introduced her to a white guy who is either his lab mate or some professor. I was impressed. She is the very type of the girl that I would probably fall for. Intelligent, beautiful, conservative, noble. I think she is probably the same one that I saw last time he holding hands with: maybe a year ago...

Graduation ceremony

It's the day of commencement. June 12 of 2005, exactly 4 years after pinpin walked me throughout my entire graduation, she got her PhD in Chemistry. I did not get to attend Steve Jobs keynote speech. But it somehow resonates with my chase of dreams. It's sad to talk to my parents who stick to the empty nest only to know their worrisome for me. After all these years of living in America, I still could not assure them that my life is stablized. My life may never be stablized, I may never achieve what they expect me to achieve with a kind family, stable job. It's hard to hear again that they have been working for 10 years even after their retirement. Whose fault is it?

Ricky Martin

"He was like 4 seconds of figuring out the meaning of life of going Novano, all of a sudden he got a call and here it is we have 'she bans'".

That was the comment about Ricky Martin going up to Hymalya and getting back to stage makeing 'she bans'.

Two types

Which one is you?

Are you the one that "knows the answer", or "know how to ask questions"

A significant goal

What: soccer
Where: Sandhill field
How: Being skillfull and passed one of the best defenders on the field and scored.

Result: everyone was cheering for me. It was a great feeling.

I LOVE SOCCER!

A theory about money making

Maybe this will make you feel better...or worse?

DILBERT'S THEOREM ON SALARY

Dilbert's Theorem on Salary states that engineers and scientists can never earn as much salary as business executives and sales people. This theorem can now be supported by a mathematical equation based on the following two postulates:

Postulate 1: Knowledge is Power.
Postulate 2: Time is Money.
As every engineer knows: Power = Work / Time

Since Knowledge = Power, and Time = Money, we have:

Knowledge = Work / Money

Solving for Money, we get:

Money = Work / Knowledge

Thus, as Knowledge approaches zero, Money approaches infinity regardless of the amount of Work done.

Conclusion: The Less you Know, the More you Make.

A new profession

I ended up on www.badboylifestyle.com from a link on asian playboy. The guy behind it call himself a "professional trainer, coach, and successful international pick up artist".

So, International pick up artist that is successful.

Chemical trust??

Trust is actually a chemcial ingrediants. Yes, that is according to an article on www.economist.com, which also derived from research result from two professors at U. of Zuirich published on Nature. The ingrediant is called "Oxytocin", a hormone produced by part of the brain. It helps to release milk when mother feeds her child. Milk and trust, anyone? So, if you want to gain someone's trust, get some "Oxytocin" and spray around them. But the problem is I am not sure where to "buy":)

Ashkenazi Jews according to Dr. Cochran

Recent June 4th edition of the Economist (www.economist.com) showcased a research result from Dr. Cochran claiming the high intelligence of Ashkenazi Jews may be a result of their persecuted past. Just to be clear, this is my first time hearing of this term. Ashkenazi Jews history begins with the Jewish rebellion against Roman rule in the first century AD. When this was crushed, Jewish refugees fled in all directions. The descendants of those who fled to Europe became known as Ashkenazim. Freud, Einstein and Mahler are all such. I have always been curious about genetic veriations among human kind, especially those on the looks and intelligenc level. If crop can be genetically manepulated to achieve certain purpose, human's should function that way, if done purposefully. Cloning is just an extreme of such theory.

Life style dot com

I am thinking to get stanfordstyle a boost in the near future. It will be something like lifestyle guide for people who are motivated to be success.

It will be a few styles:
1. Elegant style: I will use this as a venue of product design service which makes everyday's life a little bit more elegant
2. Active style: I will use this a guiding service for people who want to get healthy, active. This could be a showcase of my event photography which may enable people to buy their photo taken by me.
3. Daring style: It will be a story sharing for people who want to achieve things seeming unrealistic for them.

Virvre

Virvre is this perfect San Francisco style of studio in down town palo alto, only it's for fitness and well being. It's much more expansive than gold's gym or any type of regular gym you are thinking. But it's super decent. Two floors, high ceiling, lots of industrial type of hanging, metal structures and wood. Charlotte is greeting girl. She showed me around the area and gave me three cards in 5 minutes which is pretty funny. Gym is usually last place I can think of hanging out since I prefer nature and outdoor sports. But sometime, man made building, architecture in a nice neigborhood can twist my preference a bit. In this case, I am thinking of building up my chest a bit, here and there on my arms and back, in order to be qualified as a true hottie:) The other girl at the front is very very pretty. I forgot her name:(

Pamela Anderson

A&E puts on a biography about her which is suprisingly pleasant. I normally dislike those super sexy, fake boobed, artificial blonde type. She has really changed a lot over the years, even though I still like her image before she was "discovered", you know what: she is another Canadian, born in BC, vancover. She is real, besides her hair and boobs, real than most normal people. Pamela said she was always restless type, always looks for different things and excite things to do everyday. It was said that she was a straight A student. I totally believed that.

In someway, being restless is good. It maybe more than just being good, it's the way life has to be.

Always thinking

Thursday, June 30, 2005

You got be larger than life

Reality show

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Steve Jobs' inner voice

The weekend

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

That asian play boy posted my story

Friday, June 17, 2005

A Friday dinner

Cat once more

Monday, June 13, 2005

Rock&Roll

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Cat again

That guy again

Graduation ceremony

Ricky Martin

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Two types

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

A significant goal

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

A theory about money making

Sunday, June 05, 2005

A new profession

Chemical trust??

Ashkenazi Jews according to Dr. Cochran

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Life style dot com

Virvre

Pamela Anderson

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