Three Night Stand

My Summer in Pictures Part I

2011-09-27T21:45:00.000-07:00

They say a picture is worth a thousand word.

This post might be the wordiest yet. A bunch of random pictures from my phone in no particular order.

Part II tomorrow... or when I feel like it.

-Wilson

The Second Greatest Summer of All Time

2011-08-29T15:27:00.000-07:00

This summer has been so much fun. I spent the first six weeks of summer diligently studying for my summer school classes, and now I've just been screwing around ever since. Just kidding about diligently studying.

It's hard to remember what happened this summer in detail, so I'll just highlight some stuff. Then I'll talk about my recent skydiving incident. I'll start from the beginning. And just because I haven't updated in so long, I'll include some embarrassing photos. Well, two embarrassing photos.There's plenty of embarrassing photos of me out there, especially on Facebook, which is why my photos are set on private. But I'll throw some out here.

Well the first major highlight of summer was the beginning of summer when we celebrated Stephanie Vo's birthday at MyStudio, a club in Hollywood somewhere. It's pretty pathetic that I've been there twice already, but I can't tell you what it looks like inside. Anyways, we got a party bus for her birthday and we were pre-partying inside the party bus. Mind you, I was perfectly fine at that time. Then her brother Richard gives me a "cookie" (interpret that how you will, but it really was a cookie), and seriously ten minutes later my entire memory was wiped.

I don't remember that night at all, only fragments of it. I remember LMFAO's "Shots" coming on and Danny and I heading over to the bar to take a shot that I probably shouldn't have taken. Fast forward and next thing you know I'm fighting to stay awake with the bouncer slapping me on the cheek because I was falling asleep. Somehow I wake up in my bed. Anyways, embarrassing photo from the night:

I'm telling you, that "cookie" seriously messed me up. I wish I could tell you what happened, but apparently I was sleeping for most of it.

The next highlight was a barbecue at Danny's place. Nothing special, it was just nice to actually swim in a pool that's deeper than 5 feet. Plus, its always nice to just spend time with friends.

OK. So sometime in March-May, my friend Karl calls me up at like 11:00PM and says "HEY. DO YOU WANT TO GO SKYDIVING? BECAUSE THE GROUPON DEAL IS ENDING IN AN HOUR AND A COUPLE OF US BOUGHT IT ALREADY. YOU SHOULD COME WITH US."

I don't necessarily keep tabs on what's on my bucket list, but I know skydiving was one of them. I'm deathly afraid of heights, ask my sister if you don't believe me. So after contemplating whether I should go or not, I decided to just buy the Groupon and go with them because at that time I reasoned that I'd probably never get the opportunity to go with my friends again (I mean, no one just goes "HEY WANT TO GO SKYDIVING?"). So after a lot of debate on when we'd all go, we agreed on going August 27th.

So we got to San Diego on Friday night, and while looking up where this skydiving thing was located exactly, we realized it was located in the middle of nowhere in some unknown city called Jamul or Jumal. Something like that. It was like 40 minutes South of San Diego.

We woke up Saturday morning and drove there. Our appointment was at 12:00PM, but we ended up jumping at 2:30PM. When we got there, we had to fill out a bunch of paperwork and sign a billion waivers. While skimming through the waivers, there was this one that said something along the lines of we can't sue them for 21 years if anything happened to us after this event, I kid you not. Anyways, after seriously just waiting around for 2 hours in the sun, we finally got suited up and was waiting for the plane.

You see, we had this "order of jumping" mapped out between us. My friend Jason was supposed to jump first, then me, Karl, Vivek, Alex, and Morad was supposed to jump last. But I for sure did not want to jump first. Too bad we didn't get to choose when we were jumping because it just mattered on where you were sitting in the plane. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up sitting next to the exit.

My instructor and I. Notice my grimace while looking out at the plane, which was constantly ascending for 15 minutes or so till we finally leveled out. Interesting story, they closed the door to the plane initially during takeoff, but because the plane gets so incredibly stuffy on the ride up they open it shortly after takeoff. So when they were about to open the door, my instructor screams into my ear "HEY, MAKE SURE YOUR SEAT BELT IS ON TIGHT BECAUSE WHEN WE OPEN THE DOOR, SOMETIMES THINGS GET SUCKED OUT." Not going to lie, that made me pretty nervous. So when they opened the door, my instructor was pulling me by the straps to make sure I didn't get sucked out somehow. Mind you, if I was to fall out the plane at any point, I wasn't strapped onto my instructor yet so I would've just been free falling. By myself. Without a parachute. Just sayin'.

So when the time finally comes for us to jump, I had to sit on my instructor's lap awkwardly while he strapped himself onto me. When you're about to jump, you have to kneel down a bit while the instructor rocks you three times. On the third rock, you're supposed to jump off the plane. Seriously when you're on the edge of the plane and you're looking down, your mind just draws a huge blank.

Oh yes, that girl in the background was some random girl that was in our plane. So there was the six of us, and one random girl. Her name was Lindsay, she was the youngest (just turned 18, I only know this because Morad was trying to creep) and also the calmest of us all.

I'm not even going to bother commenting on this photo. I'd like to see you jump out of a plane without making a face like that. Anyways, looking at some of my photos I noticed that my instructor and I actually did a back flip in the air when we jumped out of the plane. But I can't remember that because after I jumped out my mind literally blacked out for 10 seconds or so. I think I was just in so much shock that I was actually doing this.

Anyways, overall skydiving was so much fun. Those of you who are seriously contemplating doing it should definitely do it. The feeling of the initial jump and the free fall (which was one minute for us since we paid for the upgrade, but the free fall period seriously felt like thirty seconds at most) is totally indescribable. After my instructor deployed the parachute, he let me take the reigns of the parachute and I was able to steer it around for a bit. It was pretty cool because when he was steering, we did some spins and loops in the air which was so awesome.

Summer has been amazing so far and there's still some of it left! Anyways, I'll try to update this more. I just need reminders.

-Wilson

Negligent

2011-05-29T11:43:00.001-07:00

Life has been too crazy lately. Expect a post on Tuesday.

-Wilson

The Zoo and Sungod

2011-05-19T01:34:00.000-07:00

So I was going to blog about the zoo, then I realized I don't really think anyone really cares what I saw at the zoo. I will say that I was really hoping to see llamas because I like llamas, but the LA Zoo shipped all their llamas to a farm or something because it wasn't llama season or something. Totally wack.

So I guess I'll blog about Sungod.

So, here's what I remember about Sungod. . , . , , . !

If you didn't get that, that was basically a bunch of punctuation and empty spaces. Because I don't really remember much from Sungod. I carpooled with Miguel, Alwood, and Elliot down to San Diego. We were supposed to leave at 10AM, but they lagged so we ended up leaving around 11:30AM. We got there around 2PM, and thirty minutes in I was pretty tipsy already. I just remember drinking a lot of nasty drinks, especially the Seagrams Sweet Tea, Ugh, I don't know how people manage to drink that. I don't really remember what else happened after that, I struggled to get onto the UCSD bus because I didn't have a UCSD ID card, next thing I know I'm in front of Sungod and one of Cindy's friends pretended I was her boyfriend or something and just dragged me in.

Apparently I was there for Mike Posner. I couldn't tell you what he sang, because I was heavily intoxicated. According to stories, I passed out on the grass. I remember waking up, having Pad Thai shoved down my throat, and I think I barfed. Not sure when... Remember walking to a party, knocking out on a chair, having the fire alarm ring, tried to sleep through it, only to get dragged out.

Barfed again.

I don't remember what happened after that. Fast forward to 8PM, and that's when I started to sober up. Wiz was pretty sick, no one knew his songs except for like twenty people in the crowd. Including me. But at least everyone knew Black and Yellow, so that was pretty great.

Pretty boring post for such an epic weekend. My lame post seriously didn't do Sungod justice. Sungod 2012, I will be back...

-Wilson

Gay Clubbing Fridays

2011-05-09T23:08:00.000-07:00

So, I had three midterms last week. I don't think I did exceedingly well on any of them, but I'm pretty sure I bombed one of them. Like literally, bomb. I was pretty sad about it and allowed myself to feel sorry for myself. I managed to cope through the promise of an exciting weekend. But this post isn't about my weekend, tomorrow's post will be about my weekend. This post is about my Friday night.

And how I went to Rage.

So for those of you who are unfamiliar with Rage, Yelp.com reviewers describe Rage as having "male (most likely straight) gogo dancers dancing around in their underwear" and as a " hot bed for all socal college gay and closet boys, girls, and their lovers (including their very creepy older lovers....)."

Basically, Rage is a gay club.

Now before you judge me, I must wholeheartedly assure you that I am not gay. I am a straight male. But after failing my midterm, I was definitely down to have some fun. I didn't really intend to go to a gay club, or did I know that I was going to one. So on Thursday or Friday, Stephanie texts me and asks me if I'm free on Friday, and I didn't really have anything planned so I told her I was free and that I'd be down to do something. My cell phone is pretty retarded and likes erasing my texts, so the conversation went something like this:

S: "Hey are you free to rage this Friday?" (Urban Dictionary defines rage as "[the act of partying] extremely hard: excessive drinking, taking of pills, boozing or any combination of the three)
W: "Yeah dude, I just failed a midterm. Definitely down to do something."

So, I was obviously misled and misguided. I was just under the impression that we were going to go to BrewCo or something. So on Friday night I was in the midst of watching the Laker game

and I was about to bail because I wanted to finish the game but Stephanie and Leila insisted that I go with them and that they'd wait for me. So after the Lakers blew their enormous lead, Leila came and picked me up and we started to drive towards West Hollywood. I didn't really know where we were going since they didn't say, all they said was that it was a "surprise".

I ended up at Rage.

So we go in, and I was pretty nervous. Nervous might be an understatement. I didn't know what to expect, I didn't know who was gay. So we got there around 9:30PM, and the dance floor didn't open till 10:30PM or something. We got a couple drinks, and by the time the dance floor opened I downed some pretty strong drinks pretty quickly. By that time, I was feeling a bit more confident thanks to the alcohol, and thought "You know what, maybe this won't be too bad."

Seriously, I saw the weirdest stuff in there. There were scantily clad men in underwear dancing on the stage, and guys grinding on one another and making out in the corner. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a gaycist. I'm all for gay rights. But it just so weird to me and made me a bit uncomfortable because I was surrounded. I felt like fresh meat. There was this shirtless old Asian guy, kind of looked like this:

and he would pelvic thrust everywhere, and when he spotted his potential target he'd go behind them and pelvic thrust the crap out of them. So while we were dancing on the stage, I realized my buzz was starting to wear off. So as I was making my way towards the bar to get another drink, someone grabbed my butt and someone else grabbed my stomach.

Pretty weird stuff.

So after I got a drink, stayed outside for a bit with Stephanie, Leila, and a couple of Leila's VSU Modern friends. The buzz was definitely dying at that point, so I remember killing off my drink and headed back in. When I went back in, the Asian guy was on the stage and we were on the floor, and next thing I know someone's fondling my hair. I turn my head up, and the Asian guy's like pelvic thrusting the air behind me and rubbing my hair. Quickly bailed.

We went upstairs because it was less crowded, and I was just dancing with Stephanie and friends. Some girl comes up to me, taps my shoulder, and says "HEY, YOU'RE GAY RIGHT?" I told her I wasn't, and she said "OH, THAT'S A SHAME. I HAVE A FRIEND OVER THERE WHO THINKS YOU'RE REALLY CUTE, HE REALLY WANTED TO DANCE WITH YOU."

...Cool story, bro.

That happened a couple times throughout the night, but most of them were diverted towards Stephanie who deflected a couple gay on-comings.

The story must end here because I'm not sure who reads my blog, but there's a little more to tell about my night. If you're really curious as to what else happened, leave a comment here, on my Facebook, or contact me somehow and I'd be more than happy to tell you the rest of the story. Or you can grab lunch or dinner with me sometime. Like, on a Friday when you happen to be in Beverly Hills interning or something. No big.

-Wilson

Whoops

2011-05-08T03:54:00.000-07:00

I know I was supposed to post today but I went out with some friends for the day and now I'm so incredibly tired. Bear with me, it might arguably be the best blog post up to date if I execute it correctly. I'll give you a hint as to what it's about... it was a Friday night and I got tricked into going to a gay club.

-Wilson

Not to put anyone on blast but...

2011-04-29T02:12:00.000-07:00

Who the heck wrote this comment?
"Anonymous said...Love will creep where it may not go."

I thought it was pretty weird, especially since that post is so old. If you're wondering what post it's under, it's here. Creep away!

-Wilson

"You always had my love, and now you got a song"

2011-04-25T21:43:00.000-07:00

I'm pretty lazy to update nowadays. I guess I'll update now since I have a midterm tomorrow and I'd much rather blog than study. This might be my last update till... May 4th, because that's when I finish midterms. I only have one this week, but three next week. I doubt I'll have much to blog about after midterms, but I'll find something.

So on the 20th it was my friend Leila's 21st birthday. She decided to invite a bunch of friends out to the local bar Tuesday at midnight.

I think this was the drink that actually messed me up. It was a cup of death, which is why I was trying to convince Leila to try some. I ended up chugging the rest of it because I got peer pressured. Never give into peer pressure!

If you're wondering what song we sang, we sang "Back That Ass Up." No joke, the words were going way too fast and my vision was way too blurred. I think I was just spewing gibberish at one point. But honestly, if you could read the words at that point then you obviously didn't drink enough, just sayin'.

Probably drank too much, too fast. Didn't even remember having that picture taken. Woke up with a mild hangover on a Wednesday. Went to one class, decided to bail on the rest and went back to sleep the day away. Most unproductive day ever.

Went home this weekend. Didn't win the cook-off. Sadly, I don't even think I got close. Tim's Korean barbecue was too good, Margaret's triangle puffs were really good, and Cindy's pulled pork had too much barbecue sauce. Speaking of Cindy or things related to Cindy, I'm really excited to go down to San Diego this upcoming month for sungod. Hopefully more of my LA friends decide to go down so we can all just carpool together or something. Either way, it's going to be a blast. While I'm there, I plan on killing the Broken Yolk challenge. Yes, killing. Not even attempting it, because I'm going to kill it.

I think that's about it. Till May 4th!

-Wilson

"Flying away from reality, whatever ever happened to gravity?"

2011-04-18T01:00:00.000-07:00

So I've been pretty behind on blogging. My life has been somewhat relaxing this quarter. I'm not interning and probably won't unless I find something over the summer, so I don't really know where my time has gone.

Class has been pretty terrible. I feel like I'm always behind on reading. There's ALWAYS reading to be done, and although I "try" to catch up, I can only read so much every day. I really should be reading right now, but since I haven't blogged for over a week I figured I should catch up.

So last week I went out to dinner with Tejal. We had a small debate because we didn't know where to go, and even though I told her to choose the place I ended up picking somewhere relatively close since I didn't feel like battling through traffic. I really had no idea where to go, so I ended up asking Jemmy. Jemmy had been RAVING about a place called Jasmine in Culver City, so I Yelped the address and found it. Picked Tejal up, and when we got there, I was a bit taken back.

Tejal Narsai disapproves.

So the food wasn't bad, but Jemmy rated it a 10/10. That's definitely pushing it, I'd give it a 5 or something.

So recently I've had this urge to start playing tennis again, and since I brought my rackets to UCLA with me, I called up my friend Danny who happens to coach tennis at UCLA's Sunset Recreation Center to hit. He actually coaches a group lesson, so I've been going every Tuesday and Thursday from 6-8PM to hit. Sounds pretty lame, but I really look forward to them.

I don't even know what to blog about. If you're ever in the mood to try beer, get this one:

It's actually really good, and I don't even like beer. It just tastes like apple cider, just a little weird. It smells like beer, but don't let that deter you because it's actually really good. Stephanie gave me some of her peach flavored beer, but I think the apple was better.

Anyways, I've been cooking still. I went to go get a bunch of tortillas so I've been experimenting with Mexican food. The last two Tuesdays have been taco Tuesdays. The first Tuesday was fish tacos, last Tuesday was turkey and beef tacos. I forgot to upload the fish taco pictures so you'll just have to imagine it. I just seasoned and baked the cod then broke it up into smaller chunks and stuffed them into tortillas. I'd like to think my tacos look relatively normal.

I also diced some lettuce and made my own pico de gallo. Legit. Not really, but pico de gallo is really easy to make. I don't know how to correctly dice a tomato yet, so I just seriously do whatever. I didn't figure out how to dice an onion the "regular" way until I started watching a lot of Chopped. Then I figured their way of dicing an onion was definitely smarter and more efficient than my way, so I know how to dice an onion now. Anyways, the pico de gallo recipe just calls for cilantro, onions, tomato, garlic, lime juice, and garlic powder. Easy peasy.

Speaking of Chopped though, you should all start watching it. Or rather, start watching the Food Network. It's easily my favorite channel now, but Chopped and The Best Thing I Ever Ate are my favorite shows. Restaurant Impossible is is pretty intense too. Anyways, so the last couple episodes of Chopped they pitted a bunch of celebrity chefs in head to head culinary combat. I was rooting for a chef called Aaron Sanchez, that guy's a beast. So basically in Chopped you have 20 minutes to make an appetizer, 30 minutes to make an entree, and 30 minutes or something to make a dessert. But the twist is that they give you a bunch of random ingredients that you have to incorporate into your dish. Sometimes like they give you like trail mix and steak or something really weird. Usually what the chefs do is they take the trail mix and blend it to use as a crust for the poultry or they make a ragu out of it. It's pretty insane what they manage to come up with using those ingredients and the short amount of time given.

So this past weekend I didn't do much since it was the NBA playoffs, I just hung out with my to-be summer roommates: Jemmy, Tyler, and Janelle. The four of us spent most of the weekend watching the NBA playoffs and swimming since it was blazing hot on Saturday. But after we swam, we planned on getting dinner together. There was this placed in Los Angeles near West Hollywood on Melrose that I've been dying to try for a while. It's called Mario's Peruvian and Seafood. Dude, this place was packed at like 8PM, and we had to wait an hour just to get a seat. The prices are pretty good, and the portions are huge.

I got the Lomo Saltado. I'm pretty sure I spelled it wrong, but it consists of strips of beef, onions, and french fries. They had this magical guacamole sauce that was really spicy, I was pretty tempted to steal the bottle. But the food was amazing. I was pretty bloated after I finished my dish. No one else managed to finish, what a bunch of weenies.

So the last post I raved about how brilliant a crock pot is. I wanted to experiment around again this weekend, so I looked up a recipe and decided to make jambalaya, or gumbo. I'm not even sure what the difference is, but I made one of those. The recipe was really easy, it called for chicken but since I didn't have chicken I just stuffed in some pork. Then I threw in some potatoes, sausage, onions, canned diced tomatos, chicken broth, oregano, bay leaves, thyme, cajun seasoning, and a dash of Tabasco. Apparently you're supposed to have a thickener for gumbo/jambalaya, and most people use okra. I personally hate okra, so I Googled alternatives. I was pretty close to use cornstarch but then apparently some people make a roux. There were a lot of recipes for a roux, but I just decided to use the most basic one - flour and olive oil. Well, they said to use butter but I thought that was gross. So you're just supposed to heat the olive oil up, and once it's hot you SLOWLY stir in the flour. If you put the flour in too fast it would burn or something, then you'd have to start over. It took me 20 minutes to make the roux, but it thickened up the gumbo really nicely.

OK. I realize it might not look appetizing, but it was really good. I'm trying to work on food presentation, but it's pretty hard to make a food look good. Oh, the recipe called for shrimp, but if I was to eat shrimp I'd probably die in hives or something since I'm allergic so I was forced to use imitation crab meat. Nothing wrong with that. Did you know imitation crab meat is just fish protein? Weird.

There's going to be a cook off at my sister's apartment this coming weekend. Rumors had it I'm going to win it all.

Oh and lastly, I was looking at my Blogger stats the other day, and turns out someone Googled "How to get out of a three night stand." Wasn't sure whether to laugh or to be slightly disturbed.

-Wilson

Haiku Wednesdays I

2011-04-06T16:56:00.000-07:00

Should I leave early?
I am sitting too far in.
Teacher will hate me.

-Wilson

"Say that it's love, but to me it's looking counterfeit"

2011-04-04T00:03:00.000-07:00

I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll start by recapping bits and pieces of spring break. Actually, just a piece.

So one day we were all playing basketball, and after basketball we (as in me, Andrew, Jemmy) planned on getting dinner somewhere epic. Epic is defined by being far apparently. We ended up going to Pink's in Los Angeles since Andrew really wanted to try it. I've been there before and despite how every says it's so overrated, I actually really like it. But we played like 2 hours of basketball, so I was pretty much starving. And since I actually gave Dong a ride, Dong just came along for dinner too.

Jemmy and Dong manned down. They both got one hot dog and one order of fries. I was seriously starving, I don't know about Andrew. Andrew ended up getting two hot dogs which totaled out to 18 inches of hot dog. I decided to go big because I definitely wasn't going home, I ordered two hot dogs which totaled up to 21 inches.

I'm not sure if it was Pink's or if it was the fact that I was eating so quickly since I was starving, but that very night my stomach hurt pretty badly. No, I didn't have diarrhea. But my stomach did hurt pretty badly that night and the next day.

But enough of that.

So I got a crockpot. For those that don't know what a crockpot is, a crockpot looks like this.

Dude. This brilliant piece of kitchenware. I've seriously fallen in love with my crockpot. I've been following recipes I've been following online since I'm too scared to experiment and mess up because I'd have to eat it. But I'd love to just screw around and throw a whole bunch of things into my crockpot and see what happens. The main problem is that my crockpot is tiny, it was the only one that they had at my local Ralph's and I wasn't down to venture out any further because I was too lazy. But I got this crockpot last Friday and I used it that very day, I made some chicken thing with potatoes and onions. I don't have many vegetables that are suitable for the crockpot, I need to get some carrots and celery and stuff. But last Friday I used 5 chicken drumsticks, 6 potatoes, and 2 onions in the tiny crockpot. I had to cut most of the chicken off the drumstick and stuff it in there, and at first I couldn't even fit 2 onions in there so I waited till most of it softened so I could squeeze another onion in there. I ate it all by myself and got a stomachache after since I ate too much. I didn't even have an opportunity to take a picture of it since I just ate it all.

So today I was planning on making a pork crockpot of some sort, and I looked up a recipe that seemed simple enough. If you want the recipe, I followed this one here. It called to cook the meat for 10 hours, so I started cooking around 9:30 AM in preparation for my dinner. It was actually really easy and somehow it tasted like something my mom made, but just a little worse. I realize it might not look appetizing, but I sent it to Tina and she actually asked me for the recipe. That's never happened before, she usually just replies "lol" or something irrelevant to my cooking.

Oh, I have a really funny story. Well it wasn't funny at the time, but looking back I guess I made a pretty dumb mistake. So I was following recipes for some Mediterranean chicken, and I was planning on seasoning it and then baking it. So the chicken called for 3 teaspoons? or tablespoons? of garlic POWDER, but I wasn't paying attention to it since I was skimming it and substituted the garlic POWDER for garlic SALT. And after that, I still added salt to it. So you can only imagine how the meal turned out.

If you can't imagine what it tasted like, I'll tell you that it was seriously the saltiest meal I've ever had. To add insult to injury, I made the same mistake on the stupid potatoes. So I was drinking a lot of water and eating a lot of rice in an attempt to neutralize the salt. Didn't really work though.

So yesterday was World of Dance 2011 at the Los Angeles Convention Center. And so my Jabbawockeez friend, Mark, hit me up and asked me if I was available to help out at the Jabbawockeez booth. I didn't really have anything planned that day so I accepted his invitation. The day ended up with me exploring parts of L.A. searching for equipment and taking some interesting pictures along the way. I'll let my pictures speak for themselves.

It was an interesting Saturday and Do Knock from Super Crew was there. This picture is a pretty old picture, it was taken in summer. But Do Knock is the guy in the middle with the hat, and he came and chilled at the Jabbawockeez booth throughout the day since Super Crew actually collaborates with the Jabbaowockeez in their show in Vegas. If you ever get the chance to watch the show, Super Crew's the one that does all the flips and breaking so that's how you get a general idea who's actually behind the mask. Also, Rainen's the one that always does the headspins.

So Nick Ngo of The Bangerz was also hanging out at the Jabbawockeez booth with Mark and me. If you're not familiar with who The Bangerz are, The Bangerz basically mix all the music that the Jabbawockeez dance to in their show. But Nick looks like this -

So it's not like Saturday was a boring day at all. It was pretty tiring since Mark and I were there from 11AM-11PM. Duane, the Jabbawockeez product manager was also there manning the booth, so there was plenty of company around us.

This was a pretty long entry considering how behind I am in reading. I can't believe I'm so behind, and it's only Week 1. Well, Week 2 now.

-Wilson

Haiku Wednesdays

2011-03-30T17:15:00.000-07:00

Sun is shining bright,

Stuck in class from four to six,

Mondays and Wednesdays.

-Wilson

Long Delayed Update: St. Patrick Day Pranks and Tyler's Going Down

2011-03-24T23:59:00.000-07:00

Spring break has been pretty great, with the exception of the rain. After possibly the most epic Office episode and the season finale of Jersey Shore, I felt it was only fitting to update. I had actually planned on updating last week but I just got so lazy after finishing my papers.

So I guess I'll start from the beginning.

About two weeks ago, Tyler, Jemmy and I ordered some buffalo wings. We actually ordered three different flavors because Tyler can't handle spicy food at all. We ordered chipotle, barbecue, and buffalo. Obviously the barbecue was for Tyler, but for some strange reason when we were sorting the wings I actually ended up taking the barbecue. Tyler ended up with the chipotle unknowingly. Next thing I know, Tyler's tearing up because he can't handle the wings and he's reaching for the water. We're all laughing, then it finally hit me that I was eating barbecue. Tyler swore revenge and since finals was coming up, I wasn't really expecting him to pull anything.

So I was sleeping, and I remember Tyler had a final in the morning on this specific day. I was having an beyond intense dream involving homework, guns, and a revolution or something. Next thing I know, I felt something pressing upon my brow. Whatever it was wasn't pushing really hard, so I ignored it because I was still sleeping. It eventually goes away, but five minutes later, it happens again. Once again, I ignored it because I thought I was dreaming. It also eventually goes away, but it comes back a third time. This time, I opened my eyes and I saw Tyler overhead with a black marker. When he saw me wake up, he giggles and runs away. I touch my forehead, and there's a black marker stain on my head or something. It was still dark outside, so I just went back to sleep.

I wake up and instinctively I go to the bathroom. First thing I see is this sign:

Then I remembered that Tyler drew on my head last night. Turns out the chump drew me a unibrow. Thankfully he didn't do it with a permanent marker, so I just spent five minutes or so scrubbing off the unibrow. So that night I was going to be done with finals, so I was planning to cook an epic meal consisting of primarily steak. I put my steak out in the fridge the night before to thaw out, and when I went to check up on it in the morning I noticed something strange.

Some of my meat had turned green. Thing is, I actually left my groceries in my car because I forgot about it so I thought that the meat had rotted. But to be sure, I took pictures of it on my phone, sent it to my sister's boyfriend, and called him. He was really puzzled, and told me that it didn't look like rotting meat, and that he's never seen anything like it before. He also advised me that since he wasn't sure what it was, he told me that I should just throw it all away. I was pretty bummed out since I was planning on cooking that night, then Tyler pops out of his room.

I show him the meat, and he's really surprised. He's like, "Wow, I've never seen anything turn that color!" Then he proceeds to laugh and take multiple pictures of it from different angles. Then he asks me what I plan on doing with it. I told him I was going to feed it to the dogs, and he laughs and admit to dying my meat green. Then he leaves to go study, or something. Since it was still breakfast time, I grabbed some cereal, cut up a banana, and poured some milk.

Turns out that punk dyed all my food green. I don't know how he found the time, but he managed to dye my milk, eggs, and a bunch of other things green.

Course I wasn't going down with a fight, so I swore revenge. Tyler gets scared really easily and when he does, he screams like a little girl. Literally. So that night, when he was about to get out of the shower, I hid in his closet. I saw him walk by the closet and go to the corner of the room to grab some clothes. I snuck out of the closet and grabbed his shoulders, and he literally turned and screamed for a good ten seconds. He almost fell down since he was so scared, it was pretty funny.

Oh, I also salted his toothbrush.

P.S. So.. how 'bout that Ron and Sammie?! And is the next Office episode really Michael's last?!

-Wilson

Purple Meat

2011-03-13T23:00:00.000-07:00

Before you read anymore of this, think of all the possible purple foods. There's eggplant, grapes...purple dyed eggs, and that's pretty much about it.

So I was experimenting in the kitchen again, and I was looking up possible marinades to make. I found one with red wine for meat and such, so I took a steak and marinated it in the wine, olive oil, crushed garlic cloves, and thyme. I checked up on it an hour later or so, and the meat turned purple. It looked really weird, like this.

That's not my picture, but it looked exactly like that. Minus all the carrots, onions and green thing. Man, that just looks bizarre.

Looking back, I'm not sure why I chose to follow this marinade because I don't even like wine, much less red wine. I figure that the specific recipe I chose was probably for wine connoisseurs and those that actually appreciate and like wine. But when I took the meat out of the marinade, it was purple and reeked of wine. I probably should've read the instructions on how to cook the meat specifically, because I just pan fried it figuring that it was the easiest way to do it.

What a mistake. Turns out pan frying keeps all the juices and stuff inside the meat, so what I ate was literally wine and steak. It was really gross, it was super bitter and it made me really sad that I made so much of it in the first place. I read the instructions after I ate my terrible dinner, and turns out I was supposed to grill it in order to release all the alcohol. Good thing it wasn't vodka or something that the meat was marinated in, would've been drunk at 7PM.

Moral of the story? Read directions, or end up drinking unnecessary wine.

-Wilson

Good Game, LA

2011-03-09T11:20:00.000-08:00

-Wilson

My Iron Chef America Audition Entry

2011-03-05T20:13:00.000-08:00

So recently I've been cooking a lot. And enjoying it.

I had some pork chops, so I went to the grocery store to get some breadcrumbs so I could do make breadcrumbed pork chops. I also had some potatoes, so I was going to make some mashed potatoes to go along with that.

The potatoes turned out only OK. Maybe I didn't add enough butter. The pork chops turned out pretty good, the breading mixture that I made (following a recipe) proved out to be pretty good. And of course, I made an egg. This one definitely looked a bit more appealing than my last couple meals. At least it looked better than this:

which Tyler was making for dinner. He made some salmon patties, but this canned salmon had bones inside. It looked pretty weird, and it smelled even weirder.

Short entry. Till next time!

-Wilson

Procrastination Entry

2011-02-28T22:01:00.000-08:00

So I should really be working on a paper, but I decided that documenting my life is more important than a stupid paper.

Anyways, I decided to go home on Saturday because I needed intense help on Chinese homework, so I asked my mom to help me out. Ate dinner with family, then my favorite blog readers, Christine and John, texted me to meet them at Red Robins because it was John's birthday. I got there, bought John a drink, watched him get extremely tipsy (or what it looked to be extremely tipsy), and we then proceeded to go to Nickel Nickel after.

I think Nickel Nickel got ghetto-er. Don't get me wrong, it's fun. The basketball game, that is. Stephanie insisted we go on this extremely sketchy arcade game, called "The Magical Bench." It's literally just a bench that you sit on, and Stephanie was like "Ohhhh man, this thing is so awesome, I sat on it before and it like, throws you around and stuff!" So we all went on this really dumb bench, and it literally just vibrated for like seconds at a time. Easily, stupidest arcade game ever. We played Deal or No Deal, that was pretty epic. Heard through the grapevine that JYK screwed us over though. So, among the four of us, we managed to amass 230 tickets or so. I think a Hershey's candy bar was 250 or something, so we seriously got the weirdest stuff ever. And by we, I mean John Kim. He got the stripper necklaces, a couple plastic bat rings, a couple plastic shiny rings, a back scratcher (that proceeded to break in the parking lot), and a couple other trinkets.

Anyways, the most exciting thing that happened this weekend? I got suckered into dying my hair.

Before you go on and judge me for turning aZn, it's really not that bad. In fact, I forgot that I "dyed" my hair today.

So Leila texts me, and tells me to go over since she made me cupcakes and cookies. I'm a sucker for cookies, so I head over there and she's dying her hair and Stephanie's helping her. Next thing I know, I'm sitting down and Stephanie's dying the top couple centimeters of my hair. But I swear, if you saw me right now, you wouldn't even notice. Even though it's "burgundy," like this-

my hair looks nothing of that shade. It just looks normal. And you probably won't be able to see it, since I'm getting a haircut this week anyway. Shame.

Anyways, yesterday I went to the park with my roommate just to play basketball. Long story short, one of the guys that we were playing against works for the Lakers, and he showed us on his phone his championship rings. I thought that was so cool, he even showed us Jerry Buss's license plate (WRLDCHMPS10 or something like that). He told us some down-low dirt on the Lakers. I asked him if he liked Sasha Vujacic.

...turns out he did. Did, until Sasha started smoking too much weed with Luke Walton. Then he stopped practicing as hard, which is why his play started declining as the years went on.

Sorry Christine. I failed you. I smoked too much. That's why I got traded to the lowly Nets...

I smoke too.. and I also suck.

That's about it.. for now.

-Wilson

Los Fearless Cooking

2011-02-25T23:20:00.000-08:00

Recently, I've been falling a bit behind on homework.

Recently, I've also been cooking a bit more. I'm really starting to enjoy cooking, even though I'm not great at it, I personally think my food tastes fine. Anyways, so recently I've been messing around a lot with recipes that I've been finding randomly online. Because I don't have a lot of ingredients to play around with, it's pretty hard to find a recipe that I can use. The newest way of cooking that I've been experimenting around with is baking. Who knew cooking was so much fun?

Before I reveal any pictures, I realize my food might not LOOK appetizing. But I bet you if you were trapped in my apartment without any means of escape, you'd eat it. And you'd like it...

Exhibition 1:

So I get salmon from Costco, and I was talking to my sister about how she cooks her salmon. She told me that she bakes it with miso paste spread on top, so I Googled a baked miso salmon recipe and I followed it. NGL, the salmon turned out kind of salty. I thought it was weird that the recipe just called for sesame oil, miso paste, soy sauce, and vinegar for the marinade since Tim was telling me to mix the miso paste with water, or sake to be more legit. I also Googled a baked broccoli recipe, it turned out alright. I put too much lemon so it turned out a bit sour though...

Exhibition 2:

So I had this great vision of marinating my pork into a Korean BBQ sauce that I found online. Thing was, I took my pork out to defrost in the morning and it never managed to fully defrost, so I never got to marinate it. I cooked it anyway, it was pretty good.

Exhibition 3:

I Googled a recipe for baked pork. While I realize it might look like a piece of turd, I can assure you it actually tastes pretty good. Maybe I should start working on making my food look more appetizing. I make good sandwiches! I made a really good sandwich for lunch.

You must think my cooking sucks.

Well, I bet you he'd eat it. And he'd like it.

HATERS GON' HATE.

-Wilson

LOS FEARLESS

2011-02-21T22:31:00.001-08:00

So for those who haven't been to my apartment yet, then you're probably unfamiliar with my "shoe mountain."

I have well over 35 pairs of shoes in my apartment alone, most of them Nikes. I like collecting shoes, it's probably my worst and most expensive hobby alone. But I never got into collecting Jordans, because if I started, I'd want to buy the OG Jordan shoes, which would be really hard to find and really expensive. So, I chose to collect Kobes, since I actually really like the way they look compared to the Lebrons, and they're like 40 dollars cheaper.

So from the Kobe VI's alone, I've pretty much collected most of the limited edition releases. With the exception of the China edition one, which was limited to 24 pairs at the Nike Vault.... so that's not happening. And the all-star one, since I didn't really like it.

So, from the left to right goes the OCs, grinches, east LAs, and 3Ds. I didn't plan on getting the OC's at first, but it really grew on me and I didn't wake up to get them on the release day, and I wasn't down to pay resale price of about $250. My friend actually managed to get them for me this past weekend for retail price.

Anyways, my parents called me today around 10AM and they wanted to visit me. The first thing that came to mind was "Oh shoot, they're going to see my shoe mountain." See, my parents know I have a lot of shoes, they just don't know how many pairs. I think they think that I have around 16 pairs or something, so I didn't really want them to freak out. Tyler offered me some refuge in his closet, and I stuffed a lot of shoes into his closet so they wouldn't see.

I don't know what else to blog about. I went to House of Hoops this past weekend with Cris and Richard who came up from SD again. We tried to see Lebron who was going to be at House of Hoops from 2-2:45PM and we arrived around 2:10. We couldn't even get into the store at that point, there was so much security. There was a line getting in, and the most ridiculous part of the line is that people halfway through the line were there waiting at 7AM. What a complete waste of time.

Had lamb burger today for dinner. It was amazing. That's about it!

-Wilson

"You don't remember I called you Reeses Pieces"

2011-02-14T23:58:00.000-08:00

So two weeks ago or something, I was supposed to attempt a 5 pound pho challenge. I was supposed to eat 5 pounds of pho in an hour, and if I finished it I wouldn't have to pay for the meal and I'd get my picture on the wall. But if I failed to finish it, I'd have to pay for the pho, which came out to twenty bucks or something.

The day of the challenge, all I did was nibble on crackers and drink plenty of water. I was pretty ready for it. I was feeling good, feeling like I could finish it.

But it was a fail, because the pho restaurant had actually closed. All my cousins were really looking forward to watching me do some sort of food challenge of some sort, so we ended up going to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch me to do the blazing wings challenge. For those who aren't aware, I actually failed the Orochon ramen challenge a year ago. The ramen was so incredibly spicy and even though I finished the noodles, there was no way in hell I was finishing the soup.

I was pretty determined to finish these stupid wings. So the rules were I had 6 minutes to finish 12 wings and I wasn't allowed to drink water while I was eating.

So before I could even start on the wings, I actually had to sign a contract. Basically, the contract just said that I wasn't allowed to use ranch, drink water, or sue them if anything happened to me.

But that wasn't only it. The contract also had a place for a witness to sign, so my sister signed as a witness that I read and agreed to the contract.

I'm not sure if you can see, but the Mexican family behind me was thoroughly entertained as they watched me kill off the 12 wings. I finished all 12 wings in 2.5 minutes or so, no one knows how the record for the wings is 37 seconds. I can't even eat 12 wings in 37 seconds even if they weren't spicy.

Photo finish.

It was really spicy. My stomach hurt for the longest time after, and I couldn't sleep that night because my stomach hurt. My stomach also hurt the next day, and the day after that. But at least I got a t-shirt and my photo on the wall! So next time you go to Buffalo Wild Wings in Irvine somewhere, make sure to look for my photo. I'll be up there somewhere...

Yeezy and Wiz KILL their verses. It's a remix, but still. Thank me later.

-Wilson

"I'm ballin out on every level"

2011-02-07T22:52:00.000-08:00

So this past weekend I joined a basketball tournament with a couple friends. I won't disclose the results of the games because they weren't the prettiest of scores.

Before I talk about basketball, I'd like to talk about what I ate. I don't have any pictures of what I ate because I was pretty hungry when the food came, but basically my sister's boyfriend, Tim, roasted a duck in the oven and my sister made Thai curry from scratch. Then my sister took the duck and mixed it with her curry. Her curry tasted a lot better than my curry. Then I learned how to bake sugar cookies, which is basically composed of butter and vanilla extract. Yum.

So we didn't have jerseys, so the tournament provided us with these sport bras that we had to wear over our clothing. You'll see what I mean.

That's me in the red. Notice my matching shoes, I did it on purpose.

It might not look like it, but I dunked on both of them seconds later.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I got injured playing on Saturday. I had the ball, spun into the lane, and someone's knee hit my shin really hard. I couldn't really walk or run, so I had to sit out. It bruised and swelled up in a matter of minutes, so I had to ice it.

Pushing weight, son.

So some fans came up to me after the game and asked me to take a picture with them. Of course, I couldn't turn down anyone from my enormous fan base, so I obliged them with a picture.

Looks like my left eye went super lazy on me, but I can assure you I do not have a lazy eye.

That's about it.. I still haven't received the pictures from the wing challenge I did a week or two back, but you can all blame Margaret for that one. Hint hint.

-Wilson

Procrastination Makes for Good Entries

2011-02-02T17:43:00.001-08:00

I had a midterm on Tuesday, and instead of spending the better half of my Monday night studying, I stumbled upon a funny site, Omegle. It's basically like chat roulette except instead of using the webcam you can just literally chat with a random person over the internet. I was desperately looking for something other to do than study for my Chinese test so I decided to give this site a try.

Given that you're chatting with random people like chat roulette, I was expecting a fair share of creepers. There's a surefire way to weed the creepers out from the others. The creepers usually start the conversation off with "ASL," which in internet slang is translated as age, sex, and location. Because most of the creepers are male, the minute they find out that I'm also male they immediately terminate the conversation.

I saved a couple of the funnier ones, because towards the end I started to screw around with them.

I really hope those pictures expand.

But anyways, I should probably get to studying given how I have a midterm tomorrow. I'll post again about my stomach-wrenching weekend once Margaret gives me pictures to back it up. So, expect another post in a month or so. Just kidding, but not really.

-Wilson

The Cooking Adventures of Wilson Flay

2011-01-21T09:58:00.000-08:00

So I was feeling rather adventurous last night, and decided to actually follow a recipe to cook. I had some salmon, so I was looking up recipes to follow and decided to follow this one, Pepper-Honey Cedar Plank Salmon. I figured that since I had most of the ingredients that it wouldn't taste too weird.

If you look at the recipe, a normal person might scoff at the amount of ingredients needed. But in all honesty, I've never even used half of those things in my cooking. If you haven't figured it out yet, my cooking is mostly composed of dry rub seasoning from Costco, salt, and pepper.

Garlic salt. Essential for the rookie cook.

But the recipe called for the person to make and cook the sauce first until it's described as a "syrupy consistency."

So you're supposed to add soy sauce, vinegar, lemon juice, olive oil, honey, and pineapple juice into the pan first and "simmer" it under medium heat. So I had all the ingredients except for pineapple juice and honey. No big.

After an unspecified amount of time, you're supposed to add the garlic salt, paprika, black pepper, cayenne pepper, and sugar. So while I was letting the first part of the sauce simmer, I decided to prepare the second half of it while I let it simmer. I was missing cayenne pepper, so all together I was missing honey, pineapple juice, and cayenne. I really wasn't expecting it to taste that weird.

That was, until I messed up. So the recipe calls for a teaspoon of ground black pepper, but I guess I was so excited I was actually following a recipe I accidentally put in 1 tablespoon of ground black pepper. I realized it only after I decided to mix everything together and managed to scoop some black pepper out, but there was still a lot.

So while I was letting the sauce cook, I grabbed the grill out and grilled a piece of salmon first. I had two salmon fillets that I was prepared to cook, but I wasn't confident enough in my cooking abilities to cook both at the same time, so I grabbed one and cooked that one first. So while the salmon was looking ready to coat with some sauce, I grabbed a spoon and slathered it all over.

I realize how unappetizing that looks because if anyone was cooking that for me, I'd probably turn it down too.

So all this time I was letting the sauce cook. I really don't know what I was thinking at that time, because remember how the recipe implicitly said that the sauce would turn into a syrup-like consistency? I guess if you cook it too long, it hardens up. So after a taste test of the first salmon, I deemed it edible. You could definitely taste the pepper though, but it wasn't TOO bad. So I decided to cook the other salmon, but while I was attempting to slather the sauce on it, I realized that the sauce had hardened and even charred into a giant black rock.

Fail. The second salmon tasted pretty salty and bad as I attempted to spread the black rock over the salmon fillet. I'm not sure if that's what contributed to my eventual stomachache in the evening, but I'm going to assume it is. Let that be a lesson to you all! Never eat my cooking unless you want an upset stomach.

Cooked two eggs, threw in some spinach, brown rice, and it was good to go. For a stomachache, that is.

Anyways, that's it for now. I was debating whether or not to blog about my last weekend, but I figured no one was interested anyway. So I'll end it here.

On one last note, did anyone watch Jersey Shore or The Office last night? Because they were both pretty funny.

That mini-Snooki is hilarious.

-Wilson

What Should've Happened, But Didn't

2011-01-16T15:50:00.000-08:00

I should've controlled myself. Should've. Thought I knew my limits. Didn't.

And now my puke is spread evenly around Westwood.

To begin my story, Richard came from San Diego on Friday. Picked him up in Rosemead and chilled with him and Cris at Landfair on Friday. But on Saturday, Karl was coming to LA with a bunch of his friends and Cris, Richard, Nick (Cris's roommate), and I were going to join them at Westwood Brewing Company, otherwise known as Brew Co around the area.

The night started around 11:00PM. I wish I could tell you when it ended but I was a mess. Well, I started the night off with a Long Island Ice Tea with Cris, Richard, and Nick as we waited for Karl and his friends to come. Karl came around 12:00AM and by that time I was on my second Long Island. The night was definitely a blur, but at one time I was double fisting a Long Island Ice Tea and another drink, I can't remember. But I just remember them being extremely strong. Karl got some insane drink called Darth Vader, which was a Long Island Ice Tea, but instead of Coke, they put Jagermeister.

I tried some of it and by that time I finished four drinks and a half. All the drinks were pretty strong too. I wish I could tell you more about my night, but I really don't remember. But when Brew Co was about to close, we all decided to grab some food at Taco Bell. I was sitting down in front of Taco Bell, clearly intoxicated, and I just started to hurl. I think it was around 2AM at that time and everyone around me was also pretty drunk. They started walking back to Cris's apartment but I wanted to go back to my apartment to sleep. But I really didn't want to walk, so I called my friend to pick me up. She came and picked me up and dropped me off at my apartment, where I proceeded to hurl again.

I woke up today with the world's worst hangover.

Sad news of the night? Some of my puke got on my shoes. Cleaned them though. Still made me sad.

Tell me if you actually get what this picture means. It seriously took me the longest time, I felt like an idiot after.

Oh and one final note, I'm actually starting to like Jersey Shore. It's so funny and they seriously do the most ridiculous things. I think tomorrow MTV's having like a Jersey Shore marathon day or something, you should check it out...

-Wilson

What Could've Happened, But Didn't

2011-01-10T00:01:00.001-08:00

You know what, life is good. It could definitely be a lot worse, but I'm really not complaining.

So I have a story to tell. It starts off pretty depressing, but it picks up at the end.

But before I start the story, my shoes came! In the past month, I've ordered two more shoes, which brings my current count up to 30 something. So in the last entry I talked about the Kobe VI Grinches and how I was on a quest to get them throughout Winter break. Basically if I didn't get these shoes for retail price, there was no way I was getting them because I wasn't down to drop $300+ for the shoes because that's how much the resale is going for right now. But they finally came and it made my day.

NICE. They come with red laces, but I don't really like it with the red laces. Gives off too much of a Christmasey feel, and it definitely isn't Christmas time. And before you go on and judge me, that's not a picture of me taking a picture of myself wearing the shoes. I just got it off Google.

Ok. So the first week of school was pretty hectic. I had an interview with Dreamworks, GSN Network, and Universal Music Group. I'm not sure if I got past round one of interviews with GSN Network, but the work load for that internship was so enormous, I don't know how I would be able to handle everything if I got it. They would require me to go to the office 3 times a week and 8 hours a time. That's 24 hours in a week. That's a little bit too much, and this internship would've required me to mess around with my current school schedule too much to accomodate them. But, I interviewed anyway because I didn't secure an internship yet so I interviewed anyway.

I was actually 5 minutes late to my interview with Universal Music Group because there was a lot of traffic. But this internship sounds really cool and flexible. They said they were flexible with my school schedule and that I only have to complete 13 hours a week or so and that I was free to come in whenever, as long as I complete the 13 hours. And, every other Tuesday, they gather all the interns together for an "intern-dinner" and they bring someone to talk to us about how they got to where they are today.

So Friday morning, a representative from this company that I really wanted an internship from and I won't specify because it probably wouldn't be the smartest idea called me. I was pretty excited about this call because I was really hoping that this company would contact me for a possible internship. I won't mention the representative's specific name because that's also not the greatest idea, but I'll call him Louis. So Louis calls me, and the conversation goes something like this.

L: Hey Wilson, I'm contacting you because you expressed interest in the Marketing Internship. I'd be happy to set up an interview with you.
W: Great, I'd love to set up an interview. Just out of curiosity, when does this internship start?
L: January 31st.
W: Shoot, that's Week 5 for me. This internship requires me to get internship credit, right?
L: Correct.
W: Well, since I have to enroll in an internship course and I don't know how that's going to work considering how the internship starts Week 5, can I get back to you about this situation? I'd still love to interview for the possibility of an internship though.
L: Maybe you should apply another quarter.

And that was the end of the conversation. The conversation ended pretty awkwardly since Louis seemed pretty mad, and I was trying to repair the damage that was done. Honestly, what could I have done in that situation?! I felt like this guy.

I don't even know how that guy feels. Must feel terrible though. Lonely, too.

I'm not going to lie, that definitely killed my Friday morning. So I ended up moping around during the afternoon and went to play basketball, and by the time I came back, Universal Music Group contacts me and says they'd like to offer me an internship with them. So I accepted, so I'm currently a Universal Music Group Intern! I'm pretty excited, I hope I get to meet Taylor Swift. Then I'd propose to her on the spot, of course. "Marry me Taylor and you'll never have to be alone..." Then I'd get arrested for being a creeper.

Saturday, Andrew came directly to my apartment from Berkeley without even going home. He actually saw me before he saw his mom. I thought it was pretty weird, but whatever. Chilled in the apartment, waited till Brian Kim and Edward to come with Brian Ma, then we all went out to ball. We includes Jemmy, because Jemmy's pretty much a permanent resident at my apartment now. At night, ate sushi for dinner with Christine Chang, Gaby Yo, icexblue, John Kim, Stephanie Runke, and Andrew. Drank after with some pretty memorable moments. "Car types. PRIUS!" (That was for you John. I'm not even sure if you read this anymore, but you mentioned to me that you creep occasionally on my blog.)

Sunday was spent catching up on homework. It's hard to believe I've only had class for a week and I'm 100 pages back already or something. Pretty depressing. Anyways, it's almost 1AM and I have class pretty early tomorrow. Till next time!

Oh, and a side note. I watched Jersey Shore for the first time. Honestly, I can see why a lot of my guy friends watch it. It's actually really funny. Maybe I'll give it a try...

-Wilson

2010: THE BEST YEAR EVER?!

2011-01-05T20:54:00.000-08:00

OK, 2010 was easily one of the best years of my life. I seriously went on a living spree for a good three months where I was always happy. Everything went right, I met some great people in 2010, got wasted in Vegas underage with the Jabbawockeez, turned 21, spent a boatload of money on shoes, and so much more. No but in all honestly, 2010 was arguably the best year of my life.

It's been a while since I've updated. But I'll start from Christmas break/my birthday/Christmas since I don't really remember where I last left off, plus I don't really remember what happened during that time.

So sadly, I had a Friday final. But I guess it didn't really matter to me at that time because I pretty much played right up to my Friday final. I studied, of course. But I just studied like a couple hours at most, but I guess everything turned out fine because I did alright on my final. I don't really remember much of the first half of winter break because I just spent a lot of time playing basketball, which was fine by me.

So on the 17th, my I went with my cousins/sister/sister's boyfriend to Big Bear to snowboard.

Wow, double reppin'. Reppin' Nike with the Nike jacket, and reppin' UCLA with my blue and yellow snowboard.

We also rented a cabin. When we got there, it was starting to snow a little bit. But by our second run, snow was coming down pretty hard. But the snow wasn't really the soft, fluffly snow. Instead, it was like slush. So going up the ski-lift, the stupid slush really, really hurt because the wind was blowing really hard. I was really cold, and a bit cranky because of the stupid snow. But I still had fun. The cabin was great, and we had a gingerbread contest. I had a great idea of building an igloo with my sister, too bad our igloo turned out to be a fail. We lost. And used way too many marshmallows. Terrible idea.

No, I'm not proud of our terrible creation. Gingerbread house fail. There's a lot of shame in this picture.

But on the 23rd, my cousins and I did our secret santa because a couple of my cousins were going to San Fransisco for Christmas so we had to do it earlier. So around midnight I had officially turned 21, we went to Dave and Busters and basically they got me really messed up. So messed up that I barely remember what happened, I just recall bits and pieces of me screaming "NO DEAL!" (we were playing Deal or No Deal, the arcade game), I ended up peeing on my front lawn around 2? 3? AM, and in a drunken rage while attempting to put my shoes back into the respective shoebox destroyed my shoebox. The thing was, I had planned to wake up around 5AM to drive to Niketown Los Angeles to get a wristband for the Kobe VI's, the Grinches. Too bad I was way too hungover, and woke up at 6AM.

I got to Niketown around 7AM, was about 70-80 people back, and when it was just about to get to me, they told me they had run out. I was really sad. Long story short, I woke up at 5AM the next day and ordered them. They should actually be coming in on Thursday, so pretty excited.

Excited like that guy.

Celebrated my birthday with my family. It was nice.

The el familio. From left to right: Tim, my sister's boyfriend, Tina, my sister, HUNK, my dad, my mom.

Anyways, looking back at 2010, it was a really good year. I learned a lot. I still have a lot of learning to do of course, but I'll take it one step at a time. Things I learned:

1. If you want something, you're going to have to go out there and get it yourself.
2. The world is a fast paced, cut-throat place. The world's not waiting for you, and if you mess up, there's always going to be someone/something waiting to replace you.
3. Vegas underage with the right people can be really fun. (Interesting side story, I was talking to some girl in Vegas who had an extremely intricate arm tattoo and asked her about it. Turns out she got it in prison for attempted murder. Left immediately.)
4. I'd much rather be busy and tired than be bored and tired. At least I'm productive.
5. Blake Griffin is extremely good. It's time for Clipper nation to rise.
6. I'm really bad at Chinese. Also, this list is getting kind of long. But I guess I learned a lot.
7. Girls are fickle creatures. Who knew Miley Cyrus was so hot?!

I'm sure I learned more, but those are just the ones that stood out the most.

Anyways, before I get onto my New Years Resolutions, I'd like to share some pictures of past Christmases. Mind you, I'm not exactly proud of some of these pictures because it's hard to believe how fat I was. But here it goes!

I think around this point I was 180. I could be wrong, but I was pretty big. I think this is 2005. If you're wondering what my Christmas present was, my cousin got me an autographed Kevin Garnett basketball. Pretty awesome.

OK for sure around this point, I was tipping the scale around 190. Good stuff. This is probably the worst Christmas photo out of all of them, but I didn't have much to work with. Christmas of 2006.

OK I was still pretty big, but I think this is when I started to lose weight. Christmas of 2007.

I think this was when I was at my skinniest. I was around 150. Christmas of 2008.

Proceeded to plump up to a heavy 155. Kidding about heavy. Christmas of 2009.

And now, I'm around 160. Christmas of 2010.

Anyways, for 2011, I don't have many resolutions.

1. Learn to actually cook.

In my defense, no one taught me how to cook. My friends taught me how to crack an egg, and from there, I just started experimenting. Honest to God, I really don't think my cooking is terrible, but if I didn't have to, I wouldn't eat it everyday. Haha.

2. Get an A in Chinese.

Can't believe I got a B in Chinese after taking like, 15 years of Chinese. WHO DOES THAT?!

3. Blog more.

Can't think of anything else. To be honest, the only New Years resolution I had before this entry was to learn how to actually cook.

Anyways, I'm starting off 2011 so extremely tired. I have a lot on my plate right now despite being only the second day of school. If everything works out accordingly, I should be dying by next week. I'll let you know how it goes.

It's nice to be back, Blogger. I still hate you though.

Cheers!

-Wilson

Too Long

2010-10-21T01:26:00.000-07:00

It's been too long. I tried to update in China, but I was censored. So, here's the update to wrap up summer and for the beginning of the school year.

Actually, to be honest, I don't even know where to start at this point. It's been four weeks into the quarter, and time is moving so fast. I enjoy working as a Reebok intern, the best part of my internship is definitely conversing with all the different coaches. Plus, since I'm required to wear a Reebok lanyard with my name on it, so all the athletes end up thinking I'm there to scout them or something so they all try to impress me.

Life is good, but not as great as summer. I'm pretty busy nowadays, I usually get back to my apartment around 7PM. Considering how I finish class around 2-3 everyday with the exception of Thursday, I spend a good chunk of my day wandering around LA for Reebok.

This weekend I'll be going to Vegas with the Jabbawockeez, so that should be pretty exciting.

Anyways, short post since I don't even know how to summarize two months or so into a blog entry. I don't think its possible. Well, it is but it's close to 1:30 AM and I want to wake up early to go play basketball. But from now on, I promise I'll try to find to time to blog more often. It's been like close to two months since I've touched this thing, but I'm going to go for a weekly update at least now.

"See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her,
But sadly, in reality, I don't even know her."

J Cole is a beastttt.

- Wilson

Life is Good Still

2010-08-28T00:40:00.001-07:00

I really can't believe how great my life has been for the last month. This summer has been by far the best summer of my life. Everything has just been going so perfect, it's really a shame this summer's almost over. My internships have been fantastic and they really have opened new opportunities for me. The future looks bright and I'm ready to tackle it!

This is a funny picture of Tara.

Lucas is crazy.

But in all honesty, I've been having a lot of fun. I'm really going to miss Marko and his kids, Miguel, Cris, everyone at 403 Landfair. 403 Landfair, you've been good to me this summer and I promise I'll be back.

I went to Disneyland with my Croatian family and Cris on Sunday. It was a lot of fun but towards the end Lucas started going a bit crazy since he was sleepy. Went on Midway Mania (twice in a row thanks to child swap), Tower of Terror, watched Aladdin (I took a nap), ate a turkey leg (first turkey leg in a while and it was so good), and a bunch of other rides. But most importantly, we saw World of Color which was amazing. Cris and I thought it was better than Fantasmic, but Marko and Tina disagree.

I've been going to Nike stores with Cris this week. Went to the Santa Monica one to meet Paul Rodriguez, a professional skateboarder that's sponsored by Nike. Went to the Laguna Beach one yesterday, that one was a bit disappointing. Ordered a bunch of stuff off of Nike again, pretty satisfied.

I'm really looking forward to this new school year. I have a phone interview with Reebok for the Sports Marketing Intern on Tuesday, and hopefully that goes well. I applied for a Clippers Marketing Internship and I'm just waiting to hear back from them. But if everything goes according to plan, then I'll be rolling into 2011 a happy camper.

I know it's not the end of the summer, but since I'm going to China for 2 weeks, once I get back school's going to be starting soon. But this has been seriously the best summer of my life. I've seriously been happy everyday for three months straight, it's getting to the point where I'm starting to question my sanity.

Life is good. I'm so grateful to be alive.

-Wilson

The Mysterious Package

2010-08-16T21:43:00.001-07:00

So my package came in today. I might have forgotten to mention that I ordered a $60 pillow. No, scratch that. A manllow.

What's that? You're telling me you don't know what a manllow is? That's fine, because I didn't even know what it was either till I opened my package today. Confused? I'd be too.

First off, the package isn't mine. I'm not stupid enough to order a $60 pillow. Unless it was memory foam or something beyond amazing. So Miguel, Cris, and I came back from Wooden today and a mysterious package was sitting in front of our door. So we opened it.

And out came a manllow.

Yes. You read it correctly. Half man, half pillow. And along with this manllow came a creepy note attached to it.

This Edward guy goes all out. Wait, who's Edward?

Ohhhhh, Edward Cullen!

So now our manllow is sitting on our couch.

- Wilson

Artistic Thursdays

2010-08-13T16:34:00.000-07:00

So yesterday Cris and I decided to go to the downtown LA's monthly art festival. Basically at the art festival, it's just a bunch of artists displaying their works in select venues sprawled across multiple streets. But since Cris actually had a meeting for his internship beforehand, I went exploring downtown LA by myself. I wandered upon a couple galleries and just walked around for about fifteen minutes till Cris came back out, then we explored art walk together.

All these pictures documenting our adventure were stolen from Cris's blog...

This is basically what most of the galleries looked like. Most of them were located in small local shops, the weirdest gallery was located in someone's apartment. This particular gallery was actually pretty cool, definitely one of the better ones.

I think this was the best art piece that Cris and I saw. It's actually a giant picture that's subdivided into eight different smaller pictures. This piece was meant to represent the seven deadly sins (the artist decided to make it eight, he added religion as the last sin). There's actually a lot of detail in that drawing, so I'd suggest that you open it in another window to examine it in greater detail.

Pretty cool. My personal favorite on that drawing is greed.

I forgot this guy's name, but his artwork was insane. He was pretty friendly. Maybe he was only friendly to us because he wanted us to buy his artwork. He doesn't look to happy in that picture though.

This was the weirdest thing at the art walk, hands down. I think this lamp was called "Disney's Demented Child" or something. It was selling for $200 bucks or so. Can you imagine turning that lamp on at night alone at home? That lamp's pretty freaky.

You really see all kinds of characters in LA. There were some pretty crazy people, and this guy was one of them. He was actually probably the craziest, he called himself the "Aztec Rabbit." I'm not too sure what he was talking about, but he was reading off a script and he sounded angry. The rabbit was talking about oppression of the artist or something along those lines.

This wasn't featured at the art walk, but this was just one of the photos that Cris took. The weird thing is that it was actually like 9 PM when Cris shot this photo. I'm not too sure how he made it look all sunny and light, but he managed somehow and came out with this photo.

This was one was really unique in the sense that it wasn't drawn at all. If you can't tell (because I couldn't tell until I got closer) this piece was actually made out of puzzle pieces. Yeah, it blew my mind. Blew a lot of minds.

This one was one of the better ones that we saw. It was selling for $4,600.

So we started getting hungry and we found a bunch of food trucks at a parking lot. Cris insisted that we get White Rabbit, a Filipino food truck (Cris is Filipino). So we waited in line for this chicken adobo burrito and it was amazing. The picture does the burrito no justice whatsoever. It was arguably one of the best things I've ever eaten.

At the end of the day, we ended up going up to Cris's boss's apartment, some penthouse in the middle of all the hubbub. Cris's boss invited us to get some beers with him and a his friend, but obviously I couldn't go and Cris was driving so we just decided to head back to UCLA.

Got back around 10:30PM, slept at 2AM, woke up at 8AM with Cris to babysit Marko's kids.

That's about it for now. Till the next adventure!

-Wilson

Ah Juice

2010-08-11T00:24:00.000-07:00

Life is still great.

So I'm not sure if anyone has seen the "Power" music video by Kanye West, but it was all hyped up and it turned out to be more artistic than anything. It's really short, it's about 1 minute long. So when Cris and I first saw it, we were disappointed because it was so short. So when Miguel saw it, he asked Cris and me "Was that it?" I told him a bunch of crap that Kanye embedded a code inside a code so that if he refreshed after watching it, part two of the music video would show up. I don't know why he believed me, but poor Miguel sat there for a good five minutes refreshing the page and wondering what he was doing wrong. Cris was seriously laughing the entire time, no one knows how Miguel didn't catch on.

Last week Cris, Marko, Marko's kids and I went to the new Santa Monica high end shopping center. I think it's called The Santa Monica Place or something, but we primarily went just to check out the new Niketown that just opened. It was pretty sick. I got these photos from Cris.

The outside of Niketown. Sick sick sick sick.

The basketball shoes section. Hyperdunks, hyperfuzes, hypereverything!

Afterward we just walked around the mall. It was really crowded since it was the first day. Marko bought his kids pretzels and Lucas got caramel everywhere. Marko's kids are really cute, but they're a handful.

Behind that smiling exterior lies the devil. Just kidding, but this kid can get pretty crazy.

Tara's a lot better since she's older, but she can get pretty loud.

Cris and I have been babysitting for Marko whenever he has to run errands. A couple days ago Marko had to go meet with his boss so he asked Cris and I to babysit for him. Lucas was asleep so Cris and I were playing with Tara. Tara was screaming at the top of her lungs and despite our attempts to quiet her down, she refused to stop screaming. Lucas stormed out of the bedroom, glared at us, and stomped back into his bedroom and slammed the door. Keep in mind, this kid is two years old. When he glared at us, I couldn't stop laughing. It was so surprising to see a two year old act that way.

Last Saturday was Tina's birthday celebration at Huntington. So we got there early and I specifically asked Tina to help me put sunblock on my back. Somehow, her handprint sunburned onto my back. I mean it's my fault my shoulders are sunburned so badly, but my back is sunburned and now it's turning into a maroon-ish color. It's actually pretty gross and Cris insists that I show everyone that comes into the apartment.

So on Sunday Cris and I decided to go out to eat to avoid the trouble of washing dishes. We decided to go to Philippe's, a sandwich joint near Union Station in downtown LA. I heard about the place because of the Food Network/Travel Channel, so I was pretty excited.

It was actually pretty crowded considering it was a Sunday night at like 8PM. Cris and I both got two sandwiches, a roast beef double dipped in the au jus and a roast lamb also double dipped in the au jus. We put a bunch of mustard on both sandwiches and ate it there. It was pretty good, but I think the Food Network/Travel Channel hyped it up a bit too much.

Anyways, life is exciting, life is good!

-Wilson

One Shot Wonder

2010-08-04T09:18:00.000-07:00

I cannot emphasize how great life is right now. I wake up every morning ready to tackle the day. I'm energized, I'm carefree, and I'm happy. I know this sounds so repetitive but my life is fantastic and I wouldn't give it up for the world.

So, after coming back from my internship with the Jabbawockeez yesterday, I was driving down Wilshire like always when someone caught my eye. No, it wasn't a hot girl.

Man, this guy is just so cool. He was riding his little moped around in a fully decked out suit. It's actually pretty hard to drive and take a picture at the same time.

But seriously, enough chit-chat. Time for the real story. The real meaning behind my title, "One Shot Wonder."

The title is simply a nickname that has stuck. Cris Bernabe Sanchez, my current roommate, thought of it and now everyone simply knows me as the One-Shot Wonder. And if it isn't obvious enough, it refers to my incredibly low level of alcohol tolerance.

Yesterday was Marko Gaspar, my apartment manager's birthday celebration. Marko is no ordinary apartment manager. He comes into our apartment on a normal and routinely basis with the one intention to hang out. He enjoys wrestling others to the ground, whether they be tenants or anyone who is dumb enough to mess with him. This guy is enormous. Marko is about 6'6 and I'd say 250+ easily.

That's Marko in red. He's kicking Karl's ass, and Karl is one big dude too. Karl's about 6'2 200+.

So Marko invited a few people from the apartment complex to the rooftop for a couple of drinks and just to chill. Cris and I went because we're pretty familiar with Marko. There were only about six other people there, so it was relatively small. So when I got there, I was immediately poured two shots of Jack Daniels and was immediately forced to drink. Those two shots started a chain reaction of what shall be known as "The Mustache'd Night."

Those two shots messed me up pretty bad. Not to the extent where I was dying, but I was clearly tipsy but still conscious of everything and everyone around me. For the most part, I remember everything that happened last night, I just don't remember it well. Well, two shots later, I was hallucinating. The world was spinning, but everything was just so funny. I remember going back to Stephanie's apartment and Cris was over the balcony spilling his guts out. I remember getting my ass slapped so incredibly hard by Richard. I remember Nancy trying to convince me to play charades with her.

I woke up in the morning looking like this. Shirtless, confused, and mustached.

Normally I don't take pictures of myself, but this will be the one exception. You can only imagine the shock I felt when I put my contacts on only to be confronted by half a mustache and half a goatee. I wish I could take a picture of Cris right now, because Cris has a set of whiskers.

It was a good night.

-Wilson

Is It Still Rape If You Scream "Surprise?"

2010-07-29T21:17:00.000-07:00

So I'm finally done with summer school. It really wasn't that bad considering how it was only two days a week for three hours each time. Summer school is definitely better than the regular school year. The final wasn't that bad at all. I slacked off on studying until the night before so I didn't get that much sleep.

This might be pretty messed up, but I don't even know her name and the chances of her seeing this are so incredibly slim that I'll take my chances with it. But this is a random girl who was in my summer school class who had sweaty pits. I thought it was really funny. Messed up, but funny. Definitely more messed up though.

Enough of that.

So to celebrate yesterday, my roommates decided to drink. We had some leftover Captain Morgan in the freezer, so we took it out and we decided to take shots. I think my alcohol tolerance got even lower because I got messed up pretty fast. We took three shots of that in a span of 5 minutes or so and I was pretty tipsy. But I was feeling bold, so we took another shot after I showered. I proceeded to knock out pretty hard around 2:30AM.

Too bad I had to wake up at 8AM for my internship.

So I woke up this morning with a minor headache and bloodshot eyes. The worst part was my stomach though, it had this weird burning sensation. I mean I've had a worse hangover before, but this little fiasco was pretty bad. Plus I had to drive to my internship which takes about 40 minutes to get to, so after I made some lunch I left. I was pretty sleepy too because this entire week I've been really sleep deprived. So once I got to my internship I felt like dying.

Now I'm back at my apartment and I'm just incredibly tired. I tried taking my second nap of the year but there's this drummer in the apartment complex across from me who insists on playing when I decide to take a nap.

I tried to nap, but I couldn't. Unlike this guy. Who is this guy anyway? He looks like a douchebag.

Not that exciting of a week. Next week will be better since I think Cris and I will be exploring some fun eateries around Los Angeles. Father's Office, El Tepeyac, Phillipes, we'll do it all!

I hate Cris for showing me this song because I've been playing it all week. My life was great without it, but it's even better with it. But to understand it, you have to watch the double rainbow guy.

-Wilson

Everyday I Have the Blues

2010-07-20T23:27:00.000-07:00

So this summer is going better than I planned. It's been pretty freaking awesome, living at UCLA with my friends and working my internships have been a blast. On top of all that, I've become the next Bobby Flay.

I try my best to eat healthy. So as you can see, I've learned how to cook chicken. I just stir-fried two chicken breasts, tossed in some basil, some bell peppers, and boiled some spinach. Yeah, be impressed. Four weeks ago I couldn't even crack an egg.

So today was a pretty funny day. So as I got to the Jabbawockeez office, there was a trashcan flipped upside down with a post-it on top of it which said "LOCH NESS MONSTER." Apparently, the Jabbawockeez were in the office the night and they caught a cockroach and instead of killing it, they trapped it inside the garbage can. So my first duty of the day was to get rid of the cockroach. I failed pretty hard and instead the cockroach ran all over. The cockroach was enormous, I'd say it was probably 4 inches long and like 2 inches wide, so it was pretty big. Instead of killing it, I just ended up trapping it because I couldn't devise a method to get the cockroach outside alive.

So the other intern, Mark came and managed to flip the garbage can so that the cockroach flew like five feet into the air. After this cockroach fiasco, we took a company field trip to North Hollywood and met up with Manny on the street from KIIS FM because they were going to interview the Jabbawockeez. It was pretty weird meeting Manny, he definitely did not look like what I imagined him to be. But, today was actually the first day I got to meet all the members of the Jabbawockeez, so that was pretty cool. They're all freaking hilarious, and it was pretty cool to watch them practice. I got to meet some of Super Crew because some of the members were there too.

I didn't actually take this picture, Melissa did. But those are the Jabbawockeez.

Super Crew. Or, five of them.

So I had a pretty eventful day. Plus, all the clothes and shoes I ordered through my friend (he works for Nike so he hooks me up with his discount) came in so I'm a pretty happy camper right now. Too bad I have homework to do. Till next week!

-Wilson

Life is Good

2010-07-15T22:34:00.000-07:00

I really haven't been this happy in a while.

Wake up in the morning feelin' like P. Diddy,
Put my contacts on, I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit this city!

But in all seriousness, I've been in a really good mood lately. Summer school is going swell, my internships are going great, I'm meeting some wonderful people, I really don't know how my summer could get better. Unless I was to win the lotto sometime in the near future, but I don't even spend money on that stuff. But enough chit-chat. Let's get down to bloggin'!

So interning for the Jabbawockeez has been great. My boss, LeeJ, is super cool. My tasks still include a variety of things, but my greatest achievement so far has been getting the Jabbawockeez the opportunity to throw out the ceremonial first pitch at the Padres Filipino Culture Night. So, depending on if the Jabbawockeez do it, if you go to the Padres game on August 28th, at 1:15 PM vs. the Phillys, you'll be able to see the Jabbawockeez!

Speaking of cool things, my cool boss, LeeJ, invited me to a Nike even on Tuesday. It was called "All For One," and it was an event to celebrate Bo Jackson's newest shoe, the trainer 1.2. It was a pretty exclusive event, and there were bouncers everywhere. The line stretched pretty far down. Oh, did I mention how shady it is to walk around downtown LA at 1AM? There are cracked out hobos everywhere. I think I saw my first prostitute too, she was pretty disgusting looking. But LeeJ had brought a little posse, and in the little posse there was a girl from the Beat Freaks, that was pretty cool. She was tearing it up on the dance floor. If you're familiar with ABDC, last season's winners Poreotics was there to. The entire group was destroying the dance floor doing some pretty insane stuff. As for the celebrities, it was mostly football players including Tim Tebow and Adrian Peterson. Oh, I forgot to mention the guy that was hosting the entire party was actually Darrell from "The Office," I'm not too sure about his real name. This entire celebration was thrown at the Los Angeles Athletic Club, which is actually a gym in downtown LA. It's a pretty exclusive gym with a waiting list, but the thing that makes it so exclusive is the price. It costs 20K a year for membership. That's ridiculous.

The girl next to me is my co-intern. Her name is Melissa, and she's awesome. My boss is the guy in the middle with the jockey hat, his name is LeeJ. He's also awesome. The girl next to him with the white shirt is a girl from the Beat Freaks. She's also awesome. Everyone else is awesome!

OK. I'll try to update on a weekly basis. So come back sometime next week!

-Wilson

So Busy

2010-07-06T23:41:00.000-07:00

I've been so incredibly busy from Monday-Thursday for the last couple weeks. So busy that I spend most of my weekend just chilling and rotting away. I don't have class or anything on Friday, so I usually just end up going home. And when I'm at home, most of the time I spend with my family or at Alex's house. I'm still really close with the juniors, well more so recently because all of them suddenly got XBOX 360's and we all play Modern Warfare 2 online together. Sounds pretty damn lonely, but it's unbelievably fun. Right now we have about 11 people all together and it gets pretty intense online.

Well I'm taking a summer school class Management 108, Business Law. This class is really fascinates me and interests me, I actually enjoy learning about torts and negligence. I just wish I had more time rather than this super fast paced summer school class. The textbook I have is over 1000 pages, and we do about 5 chapters a day. So it's incredibly fast.

On top of summer school, I intern for the Jabbawockeez. My summer school class is only on Mondays and Wednesdays, so I intern for the Jabbawockeez on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10AM-4PM. When I tell people that I intern for them, the first question that comes up is "Have you met them yet?!" And to answer that question, no I haven't met them yet. They're currently performing at the MGM Grand, and their show is called MUS.I.C. Muse I See. Pretty clever if I do say so myself. I believe their show ends either this week or next week, so I'll be meeting them soon. There aren't many interns there right now, I think there's about four. But I enjoy working there. Another question that frequently arises is "What do you do there?!" Well, I literally do everything. I organized their merchandise, but recently I've been doing a lot of PR work too. I've been calling up a lot of the Vegas magazines/radio stations, and today I even got to call a lot of the professional sport teams from the Oakland Raiders to the Los Angeles Lakers. So it's been pretty cool lately! Plus, I get free Monsters. Not that I drink that stuff, but still.

This is where I intern. Not the exact building, but all of them look alike. It looks ghetto, but it's one of those "artsy hipster" things in LA where the outside looks ghetto, but the inside is pretty nice.

I start another internship soon for a website called Lost in a Supermarket, and that's in Venice Beach. We'll see how I manage to juggle two internships and summer school. But on top of all that, I'll still be reffing for intramural basketball hopefully. So I'll be super busy up until summer school ends, which is in three more weeks or so.

I've finally started to master the culinary arts. I'm no Bobby Flay, but I can cook some pretty good salmon and killer eggs. My meals are simple but filling, and I guess that's all that matters.

I realize this does not look as appealing as I thought it did, but come back and look at it when you're hungry.

OK, I have a midterm tomorrow. I need to study, till next time!

-Wilson

Jury Duty and Moving Out

2010-06-22T23:54:00.002-07:00

So, it's been a while. A long while. You know, I really meant to update. I really did. But I was so lazy, I tend to update more when I'm at school or I have something to do. And I guess I should start my reading, but I didn't buy the book yet.

My grades came in, and they really weren't bad. I'm rather pleased, but I'm pretty sure I could've done better. I have no one to blame.... but Tina. Just kidding, but the XBOX was a pretty big distraction. But that's my fault.

The NBA playoffs are over, and when the Lakers won, I got a lot of texts and calls from Laker fans. The Celtics really went fishing on this one, I can't believe that they blew that lead. Ray Allen was a pretty streaky shooter throughout the entire series. After that one brilliant game, he went pretty cold.

I think I like Glen Davis's face the best on that one. It's pretty funny.

Scalabrine's the next Lebron.

DJ has more rings than Lebron. In fact, so does Adam Morrison, Luke Walton, Josh Powell. They have more rings than Wade, but no one ever brings that up. Only because Wade won a ring though. But I guess no one ever says that they have more rings than Carmelo. Enough rambling.

I had jury duty last week. It was a case of domestic violence, and it was two African Americans. The woman claimed that she was allegedly threatened and dissuaded to go to court, and the man was claiming that none of this ever happened. John Kim was also there, but he was dismissed from the jury panel. Luckily for me, I was chosen. And when I say luckily, I don't really mean it. But it was somewhat exciting to be on the jury panel.

The first day, for lunch John Kim really wanted Panda Express so we ended up getting Panda Express and just sitting and talking. It was pretty nice to catch up with him since I haven't seen him in a year or so. John Kim was dismissed after lunch, so I was alone. Thankfully, I made friends with the juror next to me. He was pretty funny, but I never learned his name. He was simply "Alternate Juror #2."

The next day, I ate alone. I just found a sandwich joint, sat down and read while I ate my sandwich. The trial wrapped up that day too. But while deliberating the trial among the fellow jurors, it could've been over in literally five minutes because out of the 12 jurors, 9 of us said he was not guilty. After 5 minutes, we managed to convince one of the "guilty" jurors to not guilty, so that was 10 not guiltys and 2 guilty. But we managed to drag it out for an hour because there was an Asian man not familiar with English and he was insistent that the defendant was guilty.

So when our decisions were announced to the defendant, he broke down in tears. It made me feel pretty bad for him, and walking out it didn't feel right to me to have so much power over someone's future. His mom was also in the courtroom, and whispered a "thank you" to each juror as she fought her tears coming down her face. It was a pretty emotional finish, and I walked out of the courtroom feeling a little bit worse than I did when the trial started.

But enough of that.

I've finally moved off campus, and to be honest, I actually really enjoy it. I enjoy cooking for myself despite the fact that I can't really cook at all. The first week I literally microwaved everything I ate because I had no groceries to cook with. So everyday I would scoop out some stuff that I would want to eat, put it in a bowl, and microwave it. Sounds pretty gross, come to think of it. But this week, I brought groceries so I'm going to start blogging again and I'll show you what I've been eating because I think Caren and Margaret are rather curious. I'm no Bobby Flay, but I'm pretty damn close. Just kidding.

I learned how to crack eggs last week and I even cooked a fried egg. I hope to be self-sufficient in the kitchen by the end of summer session A. Here's what I made for lunch today. I washed and cut the tomatoes and avocados by myself. Preeeeeeeetty frickin' awesome. I used wheat bread, olive roasted hummus, spicy mustard, spinach, herb-roasted turkey breast, rotisserie chicken breast, avocados, and tomatoes to create this sandwich. I even toasted the bread.

I never cease to amaze myself. But seriously, it wasn't that hard at all, and rather fun. I'm going to start cooking from now on, so my posts from now on will be about my cooking adventures.

I've been reading a lot recently. I just finished The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini and The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls. Tina and Caren really liked The Kite Runner, but to be honest, I felt like the author built up the book's plot really well in the beginning, then towards the end the author made it really predictable. I guess what I'm trying to say is that the book is good up until page 300 or so, that's when I felt everything was really boring and predictable. But for those who want to take up a great read, you should definitely give The Glass Castle a try. This book is amazing, plus it's a true story based off of the author's childhood. It's a fantastic read. Tina said I was a girl for liking this book but Tina's pretty mean. Right now, I'm reading a pretty epic book called The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. This book is pretty intense, I'm only 100 pages or so into it, but I'm really enjoying it.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, I landed an internship! I'm now a marketing/editorial intern for an online website called "Lost in a Supermarket." Pretty awesome. They're located in Venice Beach, so I have to drive out there once a week.

Anyways, life is good!

-Wilson

March On!

2010-05-31T23:15:00.001-07:00

So I didn't end up getting the CEC General Marketing job. I'm pretty disappointed because I really thought I killed the interview. I came out feeling pretty good about myself. But for every cloud there's a silver lining, so I guess I should be looking on the bright side of things.

I've been looking for summer internships and I've found quite a few in the Los Angeles area that deal with marketing and/or advertising so in this next week I plan on applying for most of them. And worst comes to worst, I'll take summer school at UCLA for session A. There's actually a class that seems pretty interesting. I'm currently a Political Science major but I want to go into business, and there's a class called Business Law. So, sounds pretty sick.

Three day weekend, didn't do much. Played basketball, caught up with friends, ate good food. I went to Tina's place on Saturday with Frances and Rex and we went to the dog beach. It was a bit windy, but it was funny to see Chewie bully all the dogs. Afterwards, we went back to Tina's apartment and ate hot dogs. It was a good day. Played Settlers of Catan (best game ever) along with the expansion (Seafarers of Catan) and it was pretty fun. It was a much needed break from the last four weekends I spent at school

It's now 10th week, I guess I should start buckling down. Till next time!

-Wilson

Lazy Lazy Lazy

2010-05-27T00:04:00.001-07:00

Ever since I turned in my paper this past Monday, I've found it difficult to motivate myself to do anything at all. I've been neglecting my readings, and instead of reading I'm blogging.

My life has been pretty boring. I mean, I have the CEC interview tomorrow so hopefully that goes well.

Pretty pointless update. Going home this weekend for the first time in four weeks or so. This is the most laundry I've done in a while.

I've just been playing a lot of basketball. Watching a lot of basketball. Life has been a lot of basketball recently, and to be honest, I actually enjoy it.

Highlights of the playoffs:

Brian Scalabrine was born to dance with Nate Robinson.

This pretty much sums up the Celtics-Magic series.

Robin Lopez goes crazy after Dragic's layup. In his defense, it was a pretty sick layup. Turned Derek Fisher to stone.

That's about it. Pretty lame entry. I should get back to my reading now. Bummer, I wish it was summer already.

Sick.

-Wilson

Good Week

2010-05-22T21:15:00.000-07:00

Man, this past week was pretty much one of the best weeks I've had at UCLA in a long time. I don't know, everything just fell into place. It was seriously one of THE best weeks I've had in my life.

So, first off, PS50 midterm. Man, I was stressing out about it and when the teacher was like "Yeah, the average score went down 10 points or so" I was starting to sweat pretty hard. Two hours later, I get my midterm back, and I got the average which was 50/100. Haha, pretty pathetic but man I was one happy camper when I got my test back. He said that as long as we do average on everything (which I've been mostly doing) we'll get a B. So, I'm hoping to ride this storm out with a B.

Remember two posts ago how I was talking about applying for CEC's General Marketing position? They emailed me asking me to go to an interview, so that made me pretty happy too. I hope I get it!

Plus, I was able to make some quick and easy money today by reffing for basketball. Although it's not intramural basketball season, occasionally churches and schools will host basketball tournaments at UCLA, so the intramural director asked the basketball refs if we were willing to ref for $16 dollars an hour. So I signed up, worked some hours and made some money on the side of a perfect week.

Now I got an essay to write. Not the perfect way to finish a pretty perfect week, but it'll have to do.

-Wilson

Stan DA MAN

2010-05-19T00:53:00.001-07:00

-Wilson

Once Again

2010-05-17T00:46:00.000-07:00

Hi there.

It's been a while.

I meant to update last week. I really did. But taking the week off just felt so nice. So I took the week off and wasn't productive much throughout the week. Played basketball, read books, played XBOX. You know, the usual.

So, last week I had my midterm for PS50. And the first time around for PS50, I didn't feel prepared at all for it. I had an essay due for PS10 the day before and not surprisingly, I ended up procrastinating on my essay. This caused me to have less time to study for my midterm for PS50. I didn't do too badly in comparison to everyone else I guess. I mean, everyone else did just as badly as me. The average score for our midterm was 55/100. This class sucks. The highest score was 89. The lowest score was 6. This time around though, I was determined to get things right so I started studying pretty early on and let's just say that I actually had things to write about compared to last time.

After that, I just took the week off. I didn't do much, did a couple pages of reading everyday for PS10 since I'm like two weeks behind in that class. Right now we're reading John Locke's Two Treatises of Government and Karl Marx's Communist Manifesto. Oh, which leads me to my fail story.

This quarter, I decided to Chegg my books instead of buying them. If you're unfamiliar with Chegg, it's basically a website that allows you to rent textbooks instead of buying them and at the end of the quarter you just mail them back. Because I have an essay due next week for PS10, I like to go through my book and underline points and write little notations on how to apply them in my essay to make life for myself easier later on. But the thing is, I forgot that my book was "Chegged" and ended up writing all over it and stuff, so that's a fail. I'm just going to mail it back in and hopefully they won't notice.

Right now I'm applying for an internship called CEC (Campus Events Commission) for UCLA. CEC basically brings concerts and events for students and just provides them with entertainment. They brought us the E40 concert and a bunch of other stuff. But right now I'm working on my application for the General Marketing section because later on in life I actually want to go into marketing. So, one of the things on the application was to actually draw a picture of yourself. This was a pretty quick drawing and it took me roughly about 30 minutes, so here it is.

I drew glasses onto myself because it made me look way less creepy. Trust me, I was a little creeped out. And I actually do have glasses of that shape and form, so it's not like they're imaginary glasses.

I need to finish my application now, so until next time!

Good song.

-Wilson

First Update in May!

2010-05-05T00:36:00.000-07:00

I know. I haven't updated this thing in years. I've been lazy, I've been busy, and I've been BEAT. School is taking its terrible toll on me, and I've been pretty cranky lately. 5 more weeks. I keep telling myself, 5 more weeks! I hate how private school people are pretty much done this week and Berkeley people are done in like two weeks. I wish I could start in September and end in May. That'd be pretty sick.

So. What have I been up to?! Well, since the last time I updated, I went last last last week (it's hard to believe that I haven't updated in 2-3 weeks or so) and it was Margaret's last weekend here before getting shipped to Taiwan and we, as in Tina, Margaret, and I, were going to go to the Festival of Books on Sunday. So I went home and chilled on Saturday, and then Tina and Margaret came to UCLA for the Festival of Books. Due to Margaret's failed planning, they didn't get to see who they wanted to see and ended up playing this super lame scavenger hunt. Afterwards, we went to this art thing that was pretty cool, it was in downtown LA. They took me back after.

Festival of Books!

Margaret fails at planning. You smile because you fail. Sad.

Tina was playing around with her new camera and ended up taking a picture of Royce Hall. The inside isn't as glamorous as the outside. In fact, it's kind of ghetto.

Before I went home, my basketball friend invited me to what was described on Facebook as "UCLA Pounded PARtay." The description read "This party is for those who have been pounded by their midterms or foresee a solid pounding by their future midterms so unless you are supergenius I expect this is all of you. And if you are super genius then get your butt over here to kill some of dem brain cells to be like the rest of us." I thought this was pretty funny. I didn't end up going because I'm lame and went home.

So this past weekend I also went home to escape the humdrum of the everyday grind of a hardworking UCLA student. This past weekend was really great actually. Since my mom is gone from China, Tim and Tina were at the house so I wasn't home alone. I won't mention any names because I'm not sure who reads this, but one of my cousins hasn't necessarily taken much, if any, responsibility for her dog in the last five years or so. And since my grandparents are moving from the Hacienda house and that's where the dog has been staying completely alone for pretty much five years of it's sad life, my sister got really fed up and decided to steal the dog and take it into a weekend of dog rehabilitation. So, instead of having only Chewie to play with, I had a brilliant beagle called Yuki. I won't go into details as to how sad Yuki's life has been up to this point, but ever since my sister started taking control of the situation things have been looking better for Yuki. So much of this weekend I spent playing fetch with Yuki and messing around with Chewie.

Superdog!

So on Sunday, it was the Lakers game. Since I haven't seen Jemmy in a while, I told him to come over and watch the game with me. He ended up bringing Ed with him and a box of pizza. I actually had woken up earlier and eaten McDonalds for lunch, but I ate pizza anyway. So they came over and watched the game and we played foosball. Chewie isn't very kind towards strangers so he growled at Jemmy and Ed a lot. But in Chewie's defense, Ed instigated a lot so I guess he deserved a lot of the growling. I ended the weekend with dinner at Coconut Bay with Tina and Tim. I ate this pork stir fry thing and ate half of Tina's noodles because I'm a beast. Then Wallis took me back to UCLA.

I wish I could go home this weekend to play with Chewie and Yuki again, but I have a midterm on Tuesday. I hate school. 1 more midterm, 1 more paper, 3 more finals, 5 more weeks and I'm done! LET'S DO THIS!

Michael Buble's fiance might possibly be the most beautiful woman on this planet. Even more so than Taylor Swift. Yes, I said it.

-Wilson

Turrible Weekend

2010-04-20T00:13:00.001-07:00

To answer your question Christine, I actually did get the awesome hat. And an awesome t-shirt. And an awesome medal. But I left my hat at home, so when I go back home I'll take a picture of it. Trust me, it's even cooler than I thought it'd be.

So this past weekend was terrible. It was spent mostly contemplating my situation and how screwed I was (I had a PS10 paper on Plato due today and I have a PS50 midterm tomorrow that I don't think I'm very prepared for). I really meant to do more. I really did. I had good intentions, but sadly, none of them really followed through.

So on Friday, I just went to go play basketball with the gang. Like usual. Spent most of my Friday playing basketball, came back and MEANT to do my paper (never happened), instead, decided to play Modern Warfare 2. Looking back, I don't regret it. Yet.

Saturday, woke up at 2PM and it felt pretty good. Don't really remember what I did, read some of The Republic by Plato, underlined quotes that I planned to use, then played Modern Warfare 2. Then watched all of the playoff games. Yes. I said all of them.

Sunday, actually worked on my paper. Woke up at 11AM, worked at a friends place until 6PM, got dinner, played basketball, then worked on my paper until 3AM. Watched most of the playoff games.

So as you can see, this weekend was pretty much counterproductive to everything that I meant to do. Except for Sunday. I should be studying for my midterm, but I've been so diligent I decided that I could take a break.

I realized that I hate spring quarter. Spring quarter is the time when you realize it's almost summer so you start to slack off more. Plus, the NBA playoff is probably one of the biggest distractions ever. I have the constant urge to just flip on the television and watch the game. Unless it's the Dallas and San Antonio series.

After my midterm tomorrow, I'm calling it a week. I'm going to slack off for the next two days (I don't have class on Fridays, whoo-hoo!) and then on Friday I'm going to live like there's no tomorrow. Plus, this weekend is the Festival of Books (whoo-hoo!) and Tina and Margaret will be coming. So that's kind of exciting. You know what's even more exciting? R.L Stine will be here. That's pretty cool, considering how I grew up reading a lot of Goosebumps. So after the Festival of Books, I'll be going home since this is my mom's last weekend in the US because she'll be going to China for three weeks or so.

This week looks promising! After 12PM tomorrow that is.

I should go back and study now. Toodles!

Sick remix.

-Wilson

Warrior Dash

2010-04-15T23:44:00.000-07:00

OK. Warrior Dash was last Saturday, and it was pretty epic.

So the course itself was 3.08 miles, and the our wave time was at about 1:30PM at Lake Elsinore. I had no idea where Lake Elsinore was because the drive there I just knocked out. I was so tired. But the course was filled with obstacles and it included climbing over straw bales, climbing over cars, climbing over walls, crawling through tunnels, balancing on a wooden plank, jumping over tumbleweed, walking through the "bog," running through tires, climbing this giant net, jumping over fire, and crawling through mud. Whew.

So there were rumors that the Blue Man Group was going to be at the 1:30PM wave too.

So at around 1, we started to get to the starting line just to get ready. We as in Tina, Tim, Margaret, Cindy, Margaret's friend Krista, and a couple of Tina's coworkers.

In order to better prepare myself for the harsh challenges, I ate a banana.

So as the race began, I got off to a really good start. But I realized that it was really windy and that we were running in sand. First of all, wind + sand = sand in my eye. Plus, since I have hard contacts, I think half the time I was running with one eye. It burned a lot. Also, this entire time I've been running on concrete for the most part, so the fact that I had to run on sand was a challenge already. So I got a fast start but throughout the run my calves started getting sore really fast. I had to stop more than I thought I would, it was pretty disappointed. At the end of the race, I felt like I could've done a lot better. But it's over, so no use crying over spilled milk.

I ended up finishing in 34 minutes or so, and Tina and them around 40 minutes or so. Tina failed and lost her shoe in the mud, so her time was slowed even more because they went back for the shoe.
So in the end, I was covered in mud and waited for Tina and them to finish. It was a pretty hot day so the mud started caking onto my skin. Felt pretty gross.

Tina is holding her muddy shoe.

So after the end of Warrior Dash, your shoes are pretty much caked with mud, so they allow you to donate it so that some company can reuse the shoes and clean them and remake them or something and give them to third world countries. I donated my shoes and got a bag of sunflower seeds in exchange. What a steal!

That's pretty much about it! If you want to see pictures of me while I was actually doing Warrior Dash, click HERE. No idea why they tagged a chubby white guy as me. I wish they got a picture of me jumping over the fire, I got some maaaaaajor air on that. Just kidding. But not really. Finally, if you're reading this Janelle, Tyler told me.

-Wilson

Busy Bee

2010-04-14T02:11:00.000-07:00

I've been really busy with school right now, Political Science 50 is way more trouble than it's worth.So basically I have a midterm for this class next week and I think it's a general agreement among everyone in the class that we're all screwed. This teacher is pretty retarded. He sent us an email about how to study for the midterm, but it's full of contradictions and everything. What an idiot.

"Finally, as should be clear, this exam (and this class) is not about memorization. I do want you to come to the exam knowing at least 17 facts: the lower house electoral system, party system, and regime type for the US, UK, Japan, France, and Germany (3x5=15) plus the electoral systems for the U.S. and French presidencies (+2=17)."

"If I give you a term, you will be expected to define it, as completely as you can, and THEN explain why it is important for the study of comparative politics, again, as thoroughly as possible."

I don't understand how I'm not supposed to memorize anything. I'm even more confused now, and I haven't even had time to study for this stupid class.

Comparative politics sucks. I hate my professor. But apparently everyone else at UCLA hates him too.

"I honestly do not understand why UCLA hires such arrogant professors."

"He will not post up his Powerpoint because as said before, he does not want you to do well in class. He will quickly browse through the slides and if you ask him to slow down, then he will give you an annoying glance."

"Well, Thies thinks he's way more important than he actually is."

I really regret taking this stupid class.

I'll do a full update the minute I get Warrior Dash photos. Be patient!

-Wilson

Training Day Without Denzel

2010-04-04T23:36:00.000-07:00

April 10th is almost upon us.

What's this? A bunch of crazies ready to race? No silly, it's Warrior Dash.

What is Warrior Dash?

Only the most intense 3 miles I'll ever run.

Basically, it's a 3 mile run that has several obstacles. Walls I have to climb over, muddy swamps I have to stumble through, fire pits I have to jump over. Yes, you read correctly. Fire pits from the depths of hell itself.

And in order to prepare myself for the physical obstacles that I will be facing, I've been hitting the gym regularly. I've been working out a lot and I think I'm ready! So the last time I actually ran was last quarter around eighth week or so, so it's been a while. But today I decided to get off my bum and go out and run so that I don't make a fool of myself in front of my cousins if I suddenly start to collapse. And I think I did rather well, given the fact that I was rushed to run with my friend 10 minutes after I had just eaten a huge brunch. We started off with a mile on the UCLA track which was just warm-up, then we proceeded to run the perimeter. The perimeter is about 4 miles long with mostly steep inclines, and I actually did rather well given the fact that I thought I was terribly out of shape. I finished running in about 30 minutes or so.
Then, to prepare my body for the rough, dangerous obstacles that I expect to face, I went to Wooden after to work out. My goal is to get a pretty toned out and muscular stomach by the end of this quarter. I have a barely visible two pack right now, so it's a work in progress. I think I'm going to run about 4 miles a day.

But back to Warrior Dash. Basically, at the end of the race, I expect to look like this.

No, I don't expect to suddenly turn white. But I do plan on getting super muddy. It seems inevitable given the amount of mud I'll have to go through.

So you might be asking, why on earth would you want to do this? And the answer is rather simple: because of the freaking awesome hat I'll get for completing Warrior Dash.

Come on. Admit it. You want that hat.

Because I know I do.

-Wilson

John Mayer Concert

2010-03-26T12:48:00.000-07:00

Man, this was the most amazing concert I've ever been to. But then again, I've only gone to two others, E-40 and N*Sync. But John Mayer's concert just completely blew me away. He was beyond amazing and I might have developed a man crush for him. No homo, called it.

I mean, our seat's weren't that amazing but it didn't really matter.

So I was debating with Alyssa over which song they would start off with. I was banking on "No Such Thing," the first song in Room For Squares, but she said "Heartbreak Warfare" off of his newest album, Battle Studies.

He ended up starting off with "Heartbreak Warfare." His entrance was pretty cool, it's pretty hard to describe it. But they put these transparent curtain-like things and used the curtains as like a screen where they shot an image of John Mayer over it. Pretty dramatic, but it was really cool.

So he ended up playing:

1. Heartbreak Warfare
2. Good Love is on the Way
3. No Such Thing
4. Vultures
5. Perfectly Lonely
6. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
7. Assassins
8. In Your Atmosphere
9. Ain't No Sunshine
10. Waiting On the World to Change
11. Belief
12. Half of My Heart

For those who are unfamiliar with this song, it's on his newest album Battle Studies and it actually features Taylor Swift. So when he started playing this song, secretly I was hoping that Taylor Swift would pop out of no where and sing. But alas, she didn't.

13. Don't Stop Believing
14. Why Georgia

OK at this point, he said "Thank you LA!" then he walked off the stage along with all his band members. Then at this point a lot of people left, but we stayed and afterwards they put the curtain-like things again. Then next thing you know, he comes back and plays with the screen over.

15. Who Says
16. Gravity

Then it was over. But no joke, Heartbreak Warfare, No Such Thing, Perfectly Lonely, Belief, Who Says, and Gravity were freaking epic.

This obviously wasn't a picture I took.

Oh man, seriously sickest two hours of my life yet. My next "concert goal" is to go to a Coldplay concert. I can only imagine the crowd erupting when the familiar sounds of Viva La Vida start up.

Trust me, watch this and listen to it if you're not familiar with this song. You won't regret it.

-Wilson

Quick Post

2010-03-25T13:52:00.000-07:00

I WANT THESE SHOES.

BUT THE PROBLEM IS, I CANT FIND IT ANYWHERE.

If you're wondering what they are, they're Pumas, but they did a shoe collaboration with fashion designer Alexander McQueen. Sickest shoes EVER.

The second problem that these shoes pose is its pretty steep price. Like, I was looking for the gray ones all last night and I couldn't find it at all, but I managed to find like the blue ones and white ones that were selling for about $175. Pretty pricey shoes.

So if anyone would like to help me search for these shoes, they're called the AMQ Scarred Street Low... Just a heads up. Haha.

OK. Longer blog post later. After the JOHN MAYER concert. Pretty freaking excited.

-Wilson

What's Cookin? Entry 1

2010-03-21T19:47:00.000-07:00

So as I'll be moving off campus next year, I'll obviously have to cook for myself. And I plan on documenting my dishes one by one because I know during the beginning months its going to be rough because I might starve. I've never cooked for myself, and left to fend for myself in the kitchen might turn into a disaster.

Funny story actually. Today, I had a simple task. To heat up my food using the stove. I've NEVER had to use the stove before, as surprising as that might sound to you. So my mom left my dinner sitting on the stove, and told me to turn up the stove when I wanted to eat. Sounded simple enough. But I wouldn't be blogging about this if I didn't somehow miserably fail.

So around 6:30, I started getting hungry. So I decided to heat up my food on the stove. I was pretty hungry, so in my mind it computed into "if I turn the stove up to the highest heat, it will cook fastest." Next thing I knew, smoke was all over my living room as I was waiting for it to cook.

I went to check the pot, and inside it was a pile of black char. Now, you might be wondering, "MAN, WILSON YOU MUST BE RETARDED TO NOT HAVE SMELLED IT." IN MY DEFENSE, my nose is currently stuffed. And now, my entire house smells like burned food. Makes me pretty sad. Given how stuffed my nose is, the burned smell must be pretty strong. I failed.

Of course, no failed food post would be complete without a picture of the fail itself.

I don't even feel like my camera phone does my fail justice. It's not black enough.

-Wilson

All I Want to Do, is Have Some Fun!

2010-03-16T02:40:00.000-07:00

Studying is overrated. Either that, or I'm pretty lazy.

This dog symbolizes my studying habits. I, too, like to dress up as a dinosaur as I study. Or, attempt to study rather.

I think I've come to accept my inevitable doom for my Political Science 30 final. While going over a 2007 final that my professor released with a study group, we were all so sad because we couldn't do most of it. So we decided to go to office hours to ask the TA's for help.

Problem is, the TA's weren't able to figure out some of the problems and/or disagreed on their final answers. I mean, my TA actually did most of the problems right, but some of the other TA's were completely wack and didn't even do them correctly, because right after we went to a review session that my professor was holding. He then proved most of the TA's wrong. Fail.

Then, Margaret and Eric came to visit. I took them to Diddy Riese, then we walked around Westwood. On the way to Diddy Riese, we almost died because Eric can't drive. What a nub. Afterwords, came back to our room to discuss how sad Eric's life is. What a sad life he lives with his lonely roommate.

WAIT.

TIMEOUT!

This is my 100th post! Pretty exciting!

That's it. I have 2 finals on Wednesday, 1 on Thursday. Right after my final on Thursday I'm going to bolt home and play with my cousins. Pretty excited. During Spring Break, I plan on meeting up with Ty Ty because he's going to be staying somewhere in Walnut with his girlfriend.

Spring break countdown: 48 hours and counting. LET'S DO THIS!

-Wilson

Boring

2010-03-14T14:49:00.001-07:00

This is a pretty funny comic, made my chortle. Anyone else remember in elementary school eating those chortles? Those little brown balls with like bits of chocolate chip in them or something?

I am pretty boring. Boring week, everyone is studying and no one wants to play with me.

Studying is overrated. Studying is for chumps. I DON'T NEED TO STUDY. No, but seriously, I just don't have a sense of urgency. All I've been doing is increasing my rank on Modern Warfare 2. I play that game too much. It's not so much the XBOX game itself, it's the XBOX Live interaction. Sounds pretty cheesy and lame, but I have a blast sitting in my room with my headphones on and playing Modern Warfare 2 with my friends. The best part is talking to my friends while playing with them. What a great feeling.

So I've finally reached the highest ranking on the lowest tier of MW2 after 3 days, 6 hours of gameplay which equates to 80 hours of gameplay. Haha, man I'm pretty lame. So this last week consisted of mainly MW2 and basketball, but Margaret hates reading about basketball so I try to refrain from talking about it.

Pretty boring week. Playing basketball with Ty Ty later.

Spring break will be more exciting! I finish on a Thursday though, pretty late. But at least I don't finish on a Friday like all my friends.

-Wilson

The Cursed Odd Waistline

2010-03-07T21:42:00.001-08:00

So, as many of you may know, I used to be a fat little guy.

That's 195 pounds of pure muscle. Well, so I used to wear jeans that were about a 36 inch waistline, so as I started to slim down I made the rookie mistake of buying jeans while I was in the "inbetween stage." So I started getting jeans that were about a 34 inch waistline, which was a dumb dumb idea now that I think about it because now that I slimmed down to a 31 inch waistline, all those jeans were literally falling down, and belting it didn't do too much because my belts didn't tighten that much. So this past weekend I went with Margaret to a little place called Buffalo Exchange, which is literally a thrift shop. This place will buy your old clothes and just resell them. Great idea for thrift shoppers.

So I brought back a lot of my large sweaters and oversized jeans back home and went to Buffalo Exchange. So I sold most of my stuff for about $80 bucks, which made me pretty happy given that I don't really wear any of that stuff anymore.

Today I decided to go to Brea Mall to just see if I could buy some jeans with that money because I'm pretty low on jeans now that I sold all my loose jeans away, only to come to a horrible realization at Gap/JCrew. While trying on multiple jeans, the 30 inch waistline was pretty tight, I could fit into it but it was an uncomfortable tight. But the 32 inch waistline was pretty loose. Luckily, there was a 31 inch waistline there for me to try on, which was a perfect fit. The problem? The 31 inch waistline jean was a 34 length, which is way too long for me.

The conclusion? I am a 31 inch waistline. What a terrible, terrible, discovery. For those who don't know, odd numbered waistlines are pretty much guaranteed to never be in store for some strange reason. I've seen like, three total 31 inch waistlines in my entire lifetime in store. So now I am reduced to buying jeans online because the dreaded 31 inch waistline pretty much an online exclusive item.

This guy isn't worrying about being an odd numbered waist. Curse you, bear boy.

Sickest song I've heard in a while.

-Wilson

My Life Through My Cell Phone Pictures

2010-02-27T13:20:00.000-08:00

It's been a while, and there's lots of catching up to do. Allow me to start from the beginning.

So, as you may or may not know (depending on if you actually read my basketball posts), the Charlotte Bobcats had come a two weeks ago or so and I had the opportunity to meet some of the players. It just so happened that they were around again this past week or so. So I haven't been going to one of my Monday classes because I've had midterms and I've been taking the time to study for my midterms, so it's been three weeks or so since I've gone to my Monday class. I decided to go again, but for some strange reason I thought it started at 10AM, when it really starts at 11AM. So I got there early only to my dismay, and instead of being productive and doing homework or something, I decided to go to SAC (Student Activities Center) to go watch the Bobcats practice because my friend told me that they were here.

I was being a little creeper and staring at them through the window on the door when the manager of the Bobcats sees me. I'm the only guy there because I guess no one really cares about the Bobcats, so he opens the door and asks me if I want to come into their closed practice. Seriously, it felt like Christmas all over again. I was freaking happy, and when I got in, the manager asked me who my favorite player on the Bobcats was. I told him it was Stephen Jackson, and he yelled "AYE STEPHEN, this kid right here really digs yo game!" Stephen laughed and after practice, he came up to me and we talked for a while. GOOD STUFF. I got a picture with him, but since I don't have a camera I used my phone and some guy took a terrible picture. All blurry and stuff.

Stephen Jackson's a cool guy. I thought he'd be a complete dick actually, but he really wasn't.

This last Thursday at UCLA, it was Hip-Hop Explosion and E-40 and Busta Rhymes was going to perform. I don't really listen to them, but Chris managed to convince me to go so I decided to go. Plus, it was a free performance, all I had to do was RSVP so I just clicked the RSVP button. But I had a dilemma, the concert was going to start from 7PM and end around 11PM. But I also had to register for classes at 9PM, so my original plan was to go at 7PM and just leave around 9PM, and come back the minute I was done registering for classes. So I ended up going with Chris, Tyler, Kai, and his friend (I forgot his name), and the minute we got in it was so wack. There were like 9 guys dancing in a circle for our entertainment, but no joke they were so bad. I could've done what they were doing and I'm a terrible dancer. But after that was over, an hour had passed and everyone's patience was dwindling. After the terrible guys got off, there were more dance battles, and the only exciting thing was that UCLA managed to get Super Krew to come from America's Best Dance Crew. I don't really watch that show, but it was a bit exciting I guess.

By the time all the wack dancing was over with, it was 9PM so I had to go register for classes. Apparently, the minute after I left, E-40 came onto the stage. I got back just in time for the one song I know, "Tell Me When to Go." Not gonna lie, the entire place exploded for that one song because I guess it was the only song everyone knew. It was pretty sick when he sang that song though, after that he sang like 2 songs and left. I didn't know any of it.

But the majority of Hip-Hop Explosion was full of guys, and it turned out to be a giant mosh pit of guys. Imagine a bunch of fired up, sweaty guys getting all crazy next to you. It was a pretty bad experience. It was also pretty dark, and I saw some guy grinding on Chris. It was pretty funny, I don't know what that guy was thinking.

E-40 was a pretty big guy. He was pretty sweaty for the most part. His pits were pretty moist.

OK so the 76ers were on campus because they were going to play the Lakers at night. I decided to creep again and a lot of my friends were creeping with me. I got to meet most of them, except for their star player, Andre Igoudala. At least I got to meet Samuel Dalembert, Elton Brand, and the rest of the team.

They're pretty tall guys. This actually wasn't taken off my cell phone, my friend gave me this picture.

Lastly, yesterday was a tragic day. If anyone can remember, I actually sprained my left ankle last year pretty badly by playing basketball and landing on someone's foot. The same thing happened yesterday... except to my right ankle. The minute I came down I just remember feeling major pain and I just died on the ground. My friends helped me back to my room, but it swelled pretty badly and it hurts a lot. As of right now, I'm just getting around by limping a lot.

If you can't tell, my right ankle swelled up a lot. It's pretty fat. That's Tyler's leg on the right.

This is my left ankle last year when I sprained it. It was purple for a while.

Mr. Bryant, you're going to have to sell me some of that ankle insurance.

-Wilson

Freshman Year: Through the Entries of My Yearbook

2010-02-20T01:44:00.000-08:00

"It is hard to convince a high-school student that he will encounter a lot more problems more difficult than those of algebra and geometry." - Edgar Watson Howe

High school. It seems like decades ago when all my friends and I roamed the same halls, traveling in packs from one classroom to the other, because as AP/Honor students, we all had the same classes. It's surprising that it's only been two years or so since we've graduated from Los Altos, and looking back, I probably wouldn't have changed much of my high school experience if I were to go back in time. But that's not the point of this blog entry. The point of this blog entry is simply to humiliate myself and those who agreed to the unspoken contract through their willingness to sign my yearbook which I will now unveil for the public eye. I just tried to make that sound more elegant than what it really is, which is going back through my yearbook entries to humiliate myself and my friends for what they wrote. Of course, I won't be showing everything, just the ones that perked my interest.

This first entry's going to be a quick one. Looking back at this yearbook from a distant viewpoint, it's hard to argue against my sister that I was a loser. If one was to judge a person's popularity through their yearbook autographs, I'd be considered a social outcast. What exactly did I do freshman year? I remember filming an epic Odysseus movie for Mrs. Mowles, enduring Garcia's class and his UCLA propaganda, fending for myself in varsity tennis... I think that's about all I can remember. Let's see if the yearbook can jog my memory a bit.

1. Carder Chan (brilliantly decided to use a black sharpie or pen of some sort on a black background) - "dude this year blew cock! but the only cool thing was obviously the gayddsey project. you are a NINNY! memories fo' lyfe'! fohshizzle! don't know bout that chris fox guy though. I'm gay. - carderc fo' lyfe"

Carder was my closest friend in high school, but I'll never understand why he hated so many people. Why Chris Fox? Poor guy. But for those who didn't understand his lingo, "gayddsey" meant the Odyssey film that we filmed together with a couple others for Mrs. Mowles.

2. <3 Sally Feng

I'm pretty sure Sally didn't do this herself because it's the same color sharpie and same handwriting as half of my first page, which I believe was demolished by Howard Chang or someone. But this made me laugh. Interesting story, my friend Caroline actually ran into Sally at some church retreat and mentioned me. Sally didn't really talk too much about me because we never talked or anything, but once Caroline mentioned Carder (they met when Carder visited UCLA my first year) Sally went on what Caroline described as an hour long rant about how much she hated Carder.

3. Chris Wong - FAG!

Pretty deep.

4. Kevin Wei - "Ello Wilson, you sexy beast, lol... i'm jk... actually, no i'm not... jk yes I am... or am I? Well it's been fun this year with you and your gay things you say. see you in Euro next year. Hope we'll be in the same classes next year. stay gay, you big-sexy-super tall-basketball freak-gay-in love with lego-magazine buddy-great-funny-guy. :D - Kevin Wei"

After reading this, I was pretty confused. It's really hard for me to comment on my relationship with that person during Freshman year because it was so long ago, but I don't recall loving Legos. Why did Kevin consider me his magazine buddy?

5. I <3 Wilson - Frank

Who's Frank?

I'll end it here. I kid you not, that was roughly half the entries or so. Damn, I was a loser. Not to say I'm not one now, just... hopefully less of one.

I look like a wannabe Korean thug or something. I really don't have anything against Koreans. Except Dong. Except he'll probably never read this, but I really don't have anything against Dong. I was just kidding.

This song will forever be embedded in my mind as song during the times of summer school Chemistry class with that teacher who looked like a mole. I forgot his name, but I remember Samuel Lee was in that class and he tried to bite foil once or something.

-Wilson

Teenager v. Food

2010-02-17T23:48:00.000-08:00

So, this blog entry will be a blog entry filled with disappointment and sadness.

This past weekend, it was a 3 day weekend, so instead of spending my time alone at school, I decided to go home along with what seemed like 90% of UCLA. It was not a bad decision at all, filled with red envelopes, long-missed Chinese food and fun moments with my cousins. So, after going home Friday night, I'm immediately captured onto a wild adventure to Santa Ana, where all my cousins and I were to spend the night. Of course, we took the time to drink and be merry, all the while laughing at Cliff who turned red within no time. Rex had his first taste of alcohol (but calling it alcohol would be a stretch because there was half a shot in a big cup of guava juice and soda or something), and we got to see what Cliff was like buzzed. He's a rather happy fellow, and around 2AM or something everyone fell asleep.

SO. The original plan was to wake up, chill, and go to the LA Street Food Festival. Everyone was all excited because let's face it, who DOESN'T like street food? Tina, Cindy, and Margaret did everyone a favor and planned our meal at LA Street Food Festival, going online and carefully calculating and planning the strategy. So we were all to split up, get a whole bunch of food at a bunch of trucks (there was 7 of us, allowing us to split up and get foods from 7 different trucks at a time), quickly rendezvous back to a spot and feast and do it again. After careful planning, we all jumped into the Honda Pilot, headed towards LA.

BUT. What no one had anticipated was the sheer amount of people there. The line to get into the LA Street Food Festival literally wrapped around the area and then some. We waited in the line for 5 minutes or so, said screw it and I (being absolutely brilliant) suggested Orochon Ramen. For those who don't know or haven't heard of Orochon Ramen, it's OK!

My favorite show on TV is Man V. Food on the Travel Channel. No other show can even compete with my love for that show.

It's amazing what Adam Richman can eat, much less even attempt. But there's a LA episode and he goes to Orochon Ramen and tries the Special Order #2, which is apparently one of the hottest ramens ever created or something like that. For some strange reason I thought that I could knock this down with no problem. Man, I was so wrong. This was the spiciest thing that I've eaten so far. To complete this challenge, you have to eat the ramen and drink in 30 minutes or less. And if you do complete this challenge, then you get your picture taken and put onto their WALL OF BRAVERY for eternal glory.

In preparation for this challenge, I had stripped down to nothing but a wifebeater in hopes that once I start sweating from the heat of the ramen, the lack of clothing would help ventilate. Didn't do much.

I think it was at this point when I finished my noodles 15 minutes in, I had downed over 5 to 6 cups of water and my stomach wasn't feeling too good. The intense spiciness from the noodles and soup was too overwhelming. I called it quits shortly after.

I think it's clear that I failed the challenge. Man, I could've had my picture next to Adam.

Moving on, today, the Boston Celtics came to UCLA. For those that don't know, I'm actually a fan of the Boston Celtics. I idolize the "Big 3" (Kevin Garnett, Ray Allen, Paul Pierce), and I actually was within arms length from Kevin, Ray, and Paul. But man, security around them was so tough that it was impossible for me to get a picture with them. Sad sad day. No one got an autograph, no one got a picture with them.

It's almost like they're mocking me in this picture.

-Wilson

Procrastination

2010-02-10T01:10:00.000-08:00

Man, I'm so tired. I had a midterm yesterday that I spent some of my weekend prepping for, and most of my Monday. I also have a midterm tomorrow. Midterms make me pretty sad.

My life has actually been relatively unexciting lately, with the exception of my latest craze: the XBOX 360 that Tina got me for Christmas. I mean, I played my XBOX before, but ever since I set up XBOX live, I swear I've been pretty addicted to Call of Duty Modern Warfare. That game is so fun and I waste more time than I should playing it.

I've been pretty busy lately. Nothing really exciting.

BUT. You have got to listen to this song. Seriously now.

-Wilson

Charlotte Bobcats Visit UCLA!

2010-02-02T23:57:00.000-08:00

Margaret, you might want to not read this post at all. It's going to be about basketball.

Today, I met pretty much the entire Charlotte Bobcats.

You must be wondering. Who the heck are the Charlotte Bobcats? Well, the Charlotte Bobcats are an NBA expansion team that was recently formed around 2004. They pretty much always had a losing record except for this year, which they're barely above .500. Their record is at 24-23 right now, so they're OK. They just had a player selected to the All-Star game, so that's pretty exciting. But they came to visit UCLA today! Well, not really visit. They came to practice.

But you can only guess who was there. Yeap. I was there on the front lines. The battlegrounds. I got to meet all of them, from Gerald Wallace (the guy who was selected to the All-Star team) to their head coach, Larry Brown. PRETTY EXCITING DAY.

Gerald Wallace. And the coolest guy in the world.

Larry Brown. And the coolest guy in the world.

This pretty much made my week. GOOD DAY. I work tomorrow, 5:30-9PM. Tomorrows also going to be my first payday. How exciting is that going to be! That's about it. I won't be able to go to the NHL game because I work. BUT IT'S OK, BECAUSE I MET THE CHARLOTTE BOBCATS.

-Wilson

Doin' Work

2010-01-29T02:24:00.001-08:00

Work is pretty tiring. I enjoy it when I'm not tired, but the hours always prevent me from eating dinner because I don't have time so I usually end up starving half the time I'm running up and down court. I've been living off of sundried tomato chicken burgers which are absolutely amazing, so I don't really mind. Hot dogs too. Lots and lots of hot dogs.

So the other day I reffed Tyler's game. For those who are unfamiliar with Tyler, Tyler's going to be my roommate for next year as I live off campus. He was playing with NSU people (Nikkei Student Union) and I knew half the people on that team because I've met them through Tyler or through basketball. Mostly basketball though. For the most part, I enjoy reffing strangers' games because I don't know them and there's absolutely no pressure or bias. But when it involves my friends, I try to detach myself for a full 36 minutes throughout the game as I attempt to make fair calls.

That's Tyler. And that's me, handling Tyler. It's OK, he'll never read this.

So I had a midterm on Wednesday, and I was supposed to work Tuesday. Yeah, that wasn't happening. So I sent out massive emails asking if someone could take my shift for me/and or switch shifts with me. I got a response from my friend, Ben Steeper, who said he'd trade shifts with me. So I gave him my Tuesday, and in return I took his Thursday. PROBLEM IS, I was already working Thursday from 5-9 at Student Activities Center (SAC) and his shift was from 9-12. Bitterly, I accepted the deal.

So today I worked 5-10, not 5-12 like I was supposed to. Or rather, 7-10. But the first 2 hours of my shift didn't really count, but I got paid for it so I'm not complaining. What happened was that the schedule ALWAYS gets messed up and we always get scheduled to work at 5:30 when games start at 7, so I ended up running full court games with a bunch of girls. I dominated them in rebounds, but I felt bad after I blocked a girl. My team ended up losing because I didn't want to shoot with a girls ball in fear that it would completely screw up my shot.

But my friend called Edward offered to take the last 2 hours of my shift so I got to leave early. Thank goodness, because I was on the brink of starvation because I only ate a quick lunch and the night before I didn't really eat dinner because I wasn't hungry. Ran back, got dinner, realized I left my new basketball shoes at the dining hall, freaked out, ran back, reclaimed my shoes, came back, played Modern Warfare/Madden, got my ass kicked in Madden and destroyed Modern Warfare. Overall, pretty good day I'd say.

Oh, I didn't get to go kayaking like planned because of the stupid rain. Marina Del Ray doesn't let anyone onto their lakes to do water sports until 2 days after it rains because of pollution problems or something. Eff pollution. EFF RAIN.

BUT. I think I'm going to an NHL game February 4th. Kings/Ducks? I don't even know. Don't care. Excited anyway!

-Wilson

Life in the Hobby Force

2010-01-22T03:59:00.000-08:00

It's been a week or so since I've started my hobby (because according to Tina's technical definitions, I can't call it a part time job because I'm only working 10 hours a week or so), and I actually like it.

It's fun. I get paid to watch a sport I love. It allows me to get exercise. I enjoy meeting new people and talking to them. SO! I'll tell you all about it without the description of basketball and such because I know Tina and Margaret hate it and will immediately stop reading and skim the rest of this entry.

So I started hobbying on Tuesday for the first time and I felt like they just threw us into the water. Sink or swim. The supervisors helped us out a bit, but I still didn't feel comfortable blowing the whistle and calling fouls. Heck, I'm just an average baller! So the games I reffed got a little controversial, but no worries! I handled it like Dick Bavetta would. Because the IM people messed up on scheduling, I only reffed one and a half games and sat there for the most part, texting away. Essentially, at one point I got paid to text for an hour. I felt pretty unproductive, but I couldn't do anything.

So, I hobbied again today. I had a pretty suckish partner ref who didn't call anything, so whenever I called something or anything occurred all the players would come to me to complain or argue the call. Man my partner was so bad, he kept on giving the players the ball when I wasn't even ready. What a freaking nub. I hope I never work with him again. But then again, I also hope he never sees this.

I got there at 5:30, because my shift was from 5:30-9. After helping set up tables and such, they messed up on scheduling AGAIN so I got paid to play basketball this time. I shot around from about 5:45-7, then around 7 that's when I started reffing.

The first game was pretty rough. Both teams came out with some sort of mutual hatred for one another and I tried my best to call it even but one team was full of jackasses that I might have Tim Donaghyed and turned a blind eye to obvious violations. But of course, I never did it to an extreme. I tried to keep the players from getting to vicious because at one point it seriously looked like UFC Fight Night out there. The nubbish partner ref had his own zone to look out for, and throughout 36 minutes, he only blew his whistle twice for violations. I probably blew it around fifteen times or so, and EVERYTIME a player wanted to argue his call, he'd come to me. Because the other ref did absolutely nothing.

Today I actually gave out my first technical/ejection. A fight actually broke out, and before it escalated I T'd that foo up and sent him packing. What happened was someone while on the inbound threw the ball off of the opponents back. The other team went crazy, and started yelling at me to call something, but it's clearly not a violation it's just a dickish move. Then the guy who the ball was thrown at turned around to look at the guy who threw the ball and tripped him. Then the guy who threw the ball shoved him, and things went crazy. After the technical, I told him I wasn't allowed to let him stay in the gym, that he'd have to go outside and leave which is true, because those ARE the rules. Felt gooooooooood.

After the game, the winning team came up to me and thanked me for my fair officiating. I will admit that I missed a couple calls because if I blew my whistle, it would've been a LATE LATE LATE call only to tarnish my image more because there were some calls I missed. I went up to the players and apologized for missing some calls, but turns out they thought I was a pretty good ref because I called it when it mattered. I don't call no ticky-tack fouls. PLAY ON!

Second game was kind of an overkill. One team was way too big for the other, and it was a fairly simple game to ref. My partner nubbed out. That guy man. He never blew his whistle loud enough, and I swear at times I forgot I even had a partner. EVERYTIME I told him to watch his zones more carefully, because from my spot I could see them but if I was to call them, I'd have no validity because players would question my angle/distance from the play. But that fool never called anything.

OK. I'm not sure whens the next time I work, but I'll have more stories. I might go kayaking this Saturday... if it's not too cold/and or weather permits. Until next time!

-Wilson

"Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God..."

2010-01-17T02:54:00.001-08:00

Sounds so cliche, but just do it. Today was a good day.

-Wilson

First Day on the Training

2010-01-15T01:52:00.000-08:00

So, if you STILL haven't heard, I got a job as an Intramural Basketball Referee.

We had some online training to do, and I did some of it throughout the week because I've been pretty busy. But before I go into my first day on site training, I'll talk about my interesting Wednesday.

So last year, I used to attend a program called Watts Tutoring. Basically, we tutor underprivileged children in the Watts/East LA area, we bus them here and feed them dinner while helping them with homework. It usually starts off pretty organized because all the little kids listen, but then after dinner it gets crazy. So I had a little 7 year old African American kid called Derek, and he was pretty calm at first. I helped him with all his worksheets and we finished pretty quickly. I drew stuff to entertain him until dinner and it worked pretty well. He was calm, and I was content. Then, at dinner, they decided to serve chicken nuggets, waffles with syrup, chocolate chip cookies and Oreos, fruit gummys and as their drink, Hi-C.

That was like the worst dinner ever. Derek got so jacked up on sugar, he started running everywhere and I couldn't control him anymore. I was pretty strict on him, but he still ran everywhere.

So after dinner, they usually provide an activity for the children. The activity for that day was to learn how to jerk (the dance). I swear, the minute they started blasting some ghetto music, the entire place erupted and all the little kids started dancing. They all knew how to jerk, and some of them were really good too. Things got too out of control, and it eventually turned into UFC Fight Night. Fights broke out, it was pretty epic. Kids cried, we failed. I kept my kid under control.

OK.

First, my prized possession.

They all provided us with a free whistle! This is like the real whistle that REAL referees use, so I felt pretty legit.

So basically IM basketball is divided into 3 divisions, A, B, and C. A is the best, B's the middle, and C is the worst. Today, it just so happened that there were 4 division A games going on, and we were to shadow/ref a division A game. Division A people take their games pretty seriously. They're also pretty darn good. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty timid out there with my whistle. It's a whole different ballgame in a striped uniform, instead of following and watching the game, I have to detach myself and watch the players now. Weeeeeeeeird.

OK I'm super sleepy. I'll update more later on this week or so.

-Wilson

I Got the Job

2010-01-12T00:47:00.001-08:00

So, I got the job.

I'm pretty excited to learn how to ref basketball. Maybe in some minuscule way, it'll improve my actual basketball game on the court.

This will be a short post because I'm sleepy.

But, Brian and I just came back from Wooden. And we started off with biceps like we always do on the biceps machine and we started out at 50 pounds. Since the next increment took us all the way up to 70, we thought to hell with it and went up to 70 pounds. My biceps immediately exploded and I saw veins pop. So, we decided to go to the other curling machine in the back, inside the circuit training room.

Either one of the machines was broken or we suddenly got buffer within a magical minute or something, because on that machine we were popping it up at 80-100 pounds. It was a pretty magical moment. We then worked out our thighs until they exploded, calves too.

Busy Thursday coming up. I got classes, then a stupid thing I have to go to for class, and then IM basketball ref training. Pretty excited!

Tina and I are planning to do some more exciting things this year. I think we're going to enter in
Warrior Dash and Mud Run. I'm pretty excited for both of them, and I don't know how Tina's going to prepare for them but I started today by going to the gym and hitting up a pathetic one lap on the track. It's all good, I'm going to own both of those events.

Oh, and I started apartment searching today with my friends. Who knew it could be so much fun?!

Dwight Howard maxes out.

I'm usually not a fan of Flo Rida songs, but I have to hand it to him on this one.

-Wilson

Week 1

2010-01-08T22:56:00.000-08:00

Man, I can't believe I'm in winter quarter already. Time is passing by pretty quickly. I'm taking 3 classes right now because the 4th class conflicts with my discussion and there isn't another time slot for it. I'm taking Political Science 30, Asian American 133, and Astro 5. Not like that means much to anyone who doesn't go to UCLA and know what classes those are.

And for those who haven't heard, I'm pretty sure I'm going to go Political Science now and perhaps with a minoring in Asian American Studies. We'll see what happens in the years to come though.

So! How did my first week of school go? It actually went pretty well. I'm satisfied with my classes (for now), a lot of friends visited, got new basketball shoes, it's all good!

Well, on Sunday night Jemmy, Jerry, Andrew, and Brian Kim all came to UCLA to visit. Good stuff, good stuff. We all deemed that Brian Kim's taste buds are broken. Jerry was introduced to a wonderful coconut dessert and screamed with excitement halfway through his bite. Jemmy started on his inevitable freshman 500. All good.

Political Science 30 is about game theory. It's actually pretty interesting, and the professor is funny and actually manages to lecture in an entertaining manner. The first day he demonstrated the concept of game theory using dollar bills and ended up giving like 5 bucks to a student. Astro 5, on the other hand, is so incredibly boring. The professor makes everyone fall asleep, but somehow the TA is even worse and more boring. I want to kill myself. Asian Am 133 is in the middle. I don't know how to make of this class yet, it seems easy now but we'll see. The teacher is a bit insane though. She says that if she sees anyone with a cell phone that "she won't hesitate to discipline." There is an asian guy in there that looks like Gollum from Lord of the Rings though.

Trust me, he looks exactly like Gollum.

But, in more depressing news, my Disneyland annual pass expired. It feels weird not being able to just walk up to the front gate of Disneyland and walk in. I'm still debating whether or not to renew it, but chances are I won't. BUT, we'll see.

In other depressing news, my trusty black basketball shoes, my Hyperdunks, are officially retired. I've played so long in them and so hard in them, it's time for them to go to shoe heaven. I really can't bring myself to throwing them away, so next time I go to the Nike Outlet Store in Ontario I'll bring them to the recycled shoes bin. I consider that more of a proper shoe burial. These shoes were my first LEGIT basketball shoes and I swear that there's a bit of blood, lots of sweat, and some tears on them. RIP black Hyperdunks. These following pictures don't do justice to how badly they're beat up. There are two major holes on the soles of the shoes at this point.

RIP

But, in other news, I got new shoes to replace these legendary shoes. Only the cousin of the Hyperdunks. Of course, I HAD to get them in all black. These are called the Hyperizes.

To the common person, these shoes may look the same, but they're not. Just incredibly similar. They sell for retail $125, but my friend works for Nike so I got them for $75. GOOD STUFF.

Some of my friends just came by and dropped a late birthday present. They got me 8 bottles of alcohol, and now I have 7 in my fridge. Just kidding, there's still 8. I ain't no alcoholic.

Speaking of which, I'm currently applying for a job. Yeah, that's right. If I get this job I'll be taking on some responsibility. What job you might be asking? I'm actually applying to be an Intramural Sports referee for basketball. Sounds cool to me! I'll find out by this coming Thursday if I get the job. I hope I get it.

I think that's it for now! More stories to come.

-Wilson

Winter Break

2010-01-07T00:15:00.001-08:00

So, it's time for long awaited update.

OK. Whew. Deep breath.

Winter break was so much fun. I spent almost everyday playing basketball with the Penguin King and Jibtron. It was a pretty random crew that gathered for the most part, the daily balling crew consisted of Brian Ma, Jemmy, Jerry, Kensuke, Kevin Wang, Thomas Wang, Cesar, Brian Kim... and I think that's about it. But there were some epic games out there. Manzanita: where legends are born.

All my cousins and I went to Disneyland. This was going to be the last time before all our annual passes expire, how depressing is that! I can't believe I've had it for over a year. I'm unsure if I'll renew it or not... But Fantasmic's dragon is SO cool! It's actually a dragon that spits fire and stuff. FREAKING AWESOME.

My birthday/Christmas was a blast. This year, my cousins/sister/sister's boyfriend all decided to do secret santa instead, and just my luck I picked my sister. While I was picking I was secretly hoping that of all people I just didn't want to pick my sister. My sister is seriously the hardest person ever to shop for. I just don't know what to get her at all. I ended up buying her two Dior things from Nordstroms for her after I went to Brea for two hours and endlessly asking the entire mall what I should get my sister. My secret santa was Cindy who ended up getting me a nice leather belt from Coach and a shotglass that has a Steamboat Willie on it (because he's my favorite!). But by far the best gift I got was from my sister/sister's boyfriend. They both got me an Xbox 360! It's currently in my dorm room and I'm putting it to good use with daily Modern Warfare 2 and NBA 2K10.

OK.

So at one point my sister wanted to go snowboarding. That was fine with me, but it was just a matter of where we were going. Cindy wanted to go to Snow Valley, but everyone else wanted to go to Snow Summit. So there was this huge argument, but Cindy ended up going with us because her dad bailed on her.

So! The night before we were supposed to snowboard, Tim and Tina took Rex and I out to eat sushi. Before this, my sushi experience was limited to California rolls and the occasional raw salmon. But we ate so much sushi, the best one was by far this one with a raw quail egg and some salmon inside. It was so good. But I discovered that my favorite sushi fish is albacore. Albacore is freaking good. OK so after sushi night, we discovered that it was going to rain the next day so we ended up not going snowboarding the next day. Rex and I slept over at Tina's.

The next day we had a family dinner, so we had to go back to Rowland. We ended up spending time at Cindy's new house. A couple weeks ago, Cindy's dad challenged me to basketball. Apparently, he's been practicing a lot and thinks that if he was to play me in basketball along with his son Jerry, they'd be able to beat me. So we were supposed to play for $40 dollars. We ended up playing a practice match, 2 v 1, in which I thoroughly schooled them both 7-1. It wasn't even close or fair, and after that Cindy's dad refused to play me. Fast foward to family dinner, then went back to Tina's because we were going to snowboard the next morning. We were to wake up at 4AM so we slept early. Rex snored so loudly, it annoyed me and kept me up for a long time.

Next day! Snowboarding at Snow Summit. This was my second time so I understood how to go down the mountain and stand up and stuff, but for the most part I ended up braking and leafing my way down the mountain. Tina fell a lot despite braking the entire way down the mountain. Rex was a little weenie. Jerry was reckless.

I think the highlight of everyones day was when I got caught in a newbie net. At Snow Summit, we went on the beginner slope called Summit Run which has these nets that force people to slow down and to control their way into this narrow gap which is enforced by these terrible snaring nets. So as I was being a noob and leafing my way through, I leafed too poorly and fell down right into the newbie net trap. The worst part was that my bindings got caught onto this terrible net. So I just sat there for the longest time trying to untangle this mess. I probably sat there for a good 3 minutes while trying to get myself out. Everyone was on the bottom sitting there and laughing their butts off. So embarrassing.

OK. That's pretty much most of my Winter Break. I'll blog about my first week tomorrow!

-Wilson

It's Been a While

2010-01-03T13:27:00.000-08:00

I haven't updated this in a long time. I realized that all the websites I used to check on a daily basis at school I never check at home because I have better things to do. Like I rarely use Facebook, Blogspot, and some other random websites I check, such as Luxist (easily the most entertaining website in the world). But it's not time for a real update yet about my wonderful winter break. I'll update for real tomorrow when school starts and my dreary, tedious life begins again. For now, hopefully some New Years resolutions will quench your appetite for my writing.

New Year resolutions:
1. Get better grades. Gotta step it up, I did OK last quarter... but gotta step it up.
2. Get in the best shape of my life. I'm pretty sure I can do this.
3. Play more basketball. I didn't play that much last quarter.
4. Learn how to cook. I'm going to live off campus next year and I can't do anything in the kitchen. I've done dishes once in my life, I've never cracked an egg... but I can cook some mean instant noodles.
5. Learn how to manage my time better. I swear I get in the same cycle every quarter. I start off the quarter SUPER studious and I usually once a day for like an hour at least in the beginning but once I start slacking off everything goes downhill. I went from studying like two hours a day to never studying.

That's about it I guess. Not much, I'm pretty much perfect the way I am. Just kidding. No, really I am.

-Wilson

Immature Lovers

2009-12-14T23:32:00.000-08:00

Man going back and actually reading some of Jemmy's Xanga blog makes me kind of nostalgic. So many good times back then and I guess it just makes me optimistic for better times to come. That is, when you transfer to UCLA.

TRUE BRUIN

The best part is still-

"We're ready to roll Wilson!
...
Banned from B.net. Killed it."

Man, I laughed so hard going back and reading Jemmy's Xanga entries.

"Faggot Elton threw his Coke bottle and hit me right in the face. Coke splattered all over my jacket and face so I went to the bathroom to wipe it off."

OK. Enough of Jemmy's Xanga.

So, what have I been up to?

This past week I had 3 finals, so I've been super busy. I studied pretty hard for my finals. I had finals on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, so I gave myself the rest of the day off on Wednesday. Felt good to relax. I... hope I did OK on finals. I got an A- in one of my classes, so I'm just waiting for the results for my other two classes.

SO. On Friday, after my final, Cameron and I were planning to go to Orochon Ramen. Haven't heard of it? Then you haven't watched Man v. Food. Basically, Orochon Ramen is a place in Los Angeles where they claim to have one of the spiciest ramen in the world. Or something like that. Eat the ramen and drink the broth in 30 minutes and get your picture taken and put onto the wall of fame. So Cameron, his friend, and I set out after my final around 2, but if you remember, it was pouring on Friday. Plus, I thought Cameron had gotten directions to Orochon and he thought I got directions, so basically we ended up setting out without initial directions at all. So I called me friend for directions and we got to the general vicinity in Little Tokyo. But this is when we got super lost. We just couldn't find where Orochon was even though we circled Little Tokyo for an hour. Since Cameron had to get home, we just gave up. I was pretty sleepy at this point because I only got four hours of sleep the night before so I just knocked out, trusting Cameron and his friend to navigate us safely back to UCLA.

When I woke up thirty minutes later, we were in Pasadena near the Rose Bowl. They had gotten lost, but since we were near the Rose Bowl, I figured they knew how to get back to UCLA so I fell asleep again. But when I woke up another thirty minutes after, we were stuck in traffic headed to Van Nuys and they were hopelessly lost. Long story short, we stopped multiple times at gas stations to get back. It took us two hours to get back. Ridiculous.

So, what have I been doing lately? Basketball, working out.

I've been working out at Bally's with my friend a lot. I don't even have a Bally's pass, but his picture on the pass is so bad that ANYONE can use it. Literally. It's a long story as to why he has two passes, but when he claimed that the picture was so bad, I didn't believe him until I saw for myself.

What a terrible picture. So I've been going to Bally's a lot. Not much. Don't plan on doing much this winter break. It's kind of surreal how I'm turning 20 soon though.

Anyways, till next time!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

-Wilson

Overdue Thanksgiving Post

2009-12-06T02:01:00.001-08:00

Thanksgiving Post!

I am thankful for:

1. Family & Co.: My parents for supporting me and my education/crazy plans, my sister for putting up with my whining and constant complaining while giving me some pretty sound advice, Margaret for distracting me when I need to study, Cindy for driving me everywhere, Frances, Rex, and this goes under the "Co." part - Tim for helping me out when I need advice and Poli Sci help, playing Age of Mythology for me for hours, and cooking awesome food for me.... maybe Jerry. But not so much.

2. Friends: Amrik, Jason, Karl, Chris, Tyler, Gabriel, Tejal, Caroline, Alyssa, Cameron, Tristan, Marielle, Caren, Jemmy, Andrew... and the rest. Haha.

3. Not really sure what else to say.

I feel like in my mind I had this great blog entry in mind, but now that I've finally come around to writing it... I can't really think of what else to be thankful for. I guess if I can think of more I'll add to it, but this post is so behind and late that I don't think it'd be worth it.

Well, this was just something to keep me from studying. Which reminds me, I still have to finish the drawing I started. Till next time!

-Wilson

SO BUSY

2009-12-05T17:36:00.000-08:00

Man, I've been super busy lately. For some strange reason, while on Thanksgiving break, I was under the misconception that once I got back to school, I still had 3 weeks left. Maybe it's because I was talking and hanging out with so many Berkeley people.

Well, what a reality check. I come back to school, and there's 2 weeks left. Basically, tenth week and then finals week. GG. Which meant that ALL my labs and essays were going to be stacked into one week because I'm a slacker. So this last week I had 4 labs and one essay due. Which meant I had to work basically one lab a day and some of my essay. Freaking killer.

I've never worked so hard in my life and I've never been so stressed this week before. Thursday night after I just finished the last two of my labs and about 4/5ths of my essay, I looked at myself in the mirror and I had bags for the first time ever. I got pretty much owned this week. No basketball... at all. So unlike me. I haven't played basketball in about 2 weeks too so I've been pretty much bumming around.

I'm out of shape too now, 2 weeks of inactivity does wonders on me. I played basketball for the first time yesterday and half a game in I had sick cramps all over my body and I was out of breath. When winter break comes... I'll get back into shape. 2 MILES A DAY.

OK. Time to get back to studying. MORE BLOGGING LATER ON, I PROMISE.

-Wilson

I'm In Love

2009-11-29T16:53:00.000-08:00

With Battle Studies. Man, John Mayer, you did it again. His new album is so good.

Anyways, I have a funny story to tell!

So the other day on Friday, I hung out with the Juniors, or Freshman in college now. I've always been good friends with all of them because most of the tennis team was composed of them so I went over to Jonathan Tso's house on Friday night around 9PM just to meet up with some of them. At one point, I stole Jeff Ong's cell phone and texted Wynn saying, "Hey meet me in the bathroom I have something really funny to show you."

Within the next 10 seconds, we see Wynn rise from his seat on the other side of the room and slowly starts his trek to the bathroom. What a fag.

Thanksgiving post still to come!

-Wilson

LOLz Story of the Year

2009-11-27T00:59:00.000-08:00

So today at night, tired of losing to freaking computers at Age of Mythology, Tim and I decided to play with cheats. Needless to say, one thing died. And it wasn't the computer. And it definitely was not us.

Confused? I'd be too.

So after we came back to the house around 11PM, Tim and I decided to play 2 v 1. Both of us against a medium computer because we've died countless times against a hard computer and we just wanted to know what it felt like to win. We annihilated them, and afterwards, we decided to step it up a notch. So instead of playing medium, we went up two difficulty levels and decided to play the computer on titan difficulty. But, with cheats. Because we knew we would lose without.

So, in Age of Mythology, there are "god powers" that you're able to use. And with the cheats, you're able to use different god powers from different civilizations even if you're not that civilization. Kind of confusing, but hopefully you get the point. So, certain god powers affect the whole map, while certain god powers affect individual units, or a certain spot.

After cheating for a good ten minutes, I had a huge army of unstoppable dragons which are actually in the game. Tim decided to take the road less traveled and opted for Canadian laser bears, which are bears wearing Canadian flags for capes that go around shooting lasers from their eyes. Yeah, they're not real units. But they're unstoppable and Tim only knew that cheat. I forgot to mention that it was us two vs three titan computers. So 20 minutes into the game, Tim and I are clearly in front due to our massive cheating when the computer decides to go on a rampage and starts to attack.

Tim and I get god power happy, and start using god powers. In fact, our god powers overlapped. I guess there were just too many units on the map combined with the fact that the one god power that I used affected the entire map or something, but the game just froze. Not my game, but Tim's game. Turns out his computer couldn't handle it. In a nutshell, I blew his computer up by using too many god powers.

Moral of the story: Don't hax.

-Wilson

P.S. Thanksgiving post... soon.

Oh Boy

2009-11-22T20:05:00.000-08:00

Forgive me for my absence from this blog. Even celebrities don't have time to blog sometimes.
Well, I have a couple stories this time around. The first story actually happened today.

Awkward Story of the Day:

So for some strange, strange reason, a lot of people in college think I look Korean. I mean, I guess I could pass for a Korean. Small eyes... that's about it. I guess. Whatever. So today, two of Tristan's friends come in. One is a foreign exchange Korean girl, the other a quirky boy called Tyler with a unique personality. So, because I get mislabeled "Korean" a lot, I decided to ask a straight up Korean exchange student. I mean, who else can give a more exact determination of whether I look Korean or not than a Korean exchange student?!

W: A lot of people say I look Korean. Do you think I look Korean?
G: Hmmm... No, I think you're cuter than a Korean.
Cue awkward silence.
W: ...Thanks. I guess.
G: No, seriously!
W: OK, I'm going to Wooden now. Have fun!

Honestly, I've never felt so awkward in my life. Tristan and his friend Tyler were just staring at me at that point. OK, maybe it doesn't sound as bad as it was, but take it from me. It was pretty bad.

Disgusting Story #1 and #2:

Because the majority of my blog posts last year were about basketball and Margaret and Tina HATED reading about my basketball blogs. I, for one, thought they were probably the most interesting posts ever. But maybe that's just me.

OK, so the other day I decided to go play at John Wooden Center around 10PM till closing time, around 12:45AM because that's when there's the least amount of people so I won't have to wait too long for a game. But it just so happened that when I got on, I had to guard the sweatiest guy on the court. And that wasn't it. He also happened to have long, long, dreadlocks. Like this:

They were nice and thick like his too. The worst part about guarding him was by FAR his dreadlocks. Because there were so many of them and every time he ran his dreads would literally fly everywhere. Did I mention that he was soaking wet? His dreads were literally dripping with sweat, and the low point of that game was when a batch of his sopping wet dreads slapped me in the face. Yes, I got dread slapped. It was freaking gross and after that point I did my best to stay away from him.

Another disgusting story actually happened today. I was patiently waiting for my turn to get onto the court with my friend when one of the guys on the court suddenly dies. I'm not too sure what happened to him, but he immediately walked off the court limping and I was somehow shoved into the game. This time, he didn't have dreads.

But.

He was super hairy. Like this-

I'm not even sure if this picture does him justice. But you get the point. He was covered with hair, dripping with sweat, and wearing a wifebeater. Pretty gross. His hair was nice and long too, so long that it started to curl. Did I mention he was sweaty? All gajillion curly hairs on his body too were nice and slick from sweat, and every time he posted up on me there was a nice sweat mark on my arm.

Pretty gross.

I go home tomorrow, and I'm super excited. I have some things to look forward to!

Things to look forward to:
-Potential Lakers game with Chris, Tyler, Caroline, Alyssa
-John Mayer concert. I'm like 80% sure I'm going. John Mayer will be coming to Staples Center sometime next year I think and I'll be going with some UCLA friends. PRETTY EXCITED.
-DISNEYLAND. I haven't gone in ages. I want to see the Christmas decorations, please.
-Home. I can't wait to go home and eat some good Thanksgiving food that Tim will make. Yum.
-WINTER BREAK. Possible snowboard excursions, everything!
-MY BIRTHDAY. Hurray! I turn 20, one more year till 21!

That's about it!

-Wilson

Computer Fail

2009-11-16T21:36:00.000-08:00

So as some of you may know, I went home this weekend.

Friday isn't that fun. Didn't do much, played with Minnie the Pomeranian and Chewie the Poodle/Chihuahua. They were pretty fun this time, Minnie kept following me and licking my feet. Chewie was actually pretty nice to me this weekend, he never growled at me and even played with me for a bit. Maybe he likes me now.

Saturday I just played with the dogs again. Ate fried rice for lunch since I was craving it, ate fried rice for dinner because I was still craving it. Went to one of Tina's friends house to play board games and I got owned. Came back at 11:30ish, went out with a friend till 3AM.

OK. NOW FOR THE REAL STORY.

So on Saturday, Tim and I discovered that we could play Age of Mythology (a game that's sort of like Starcraft, but far simpler from what I've heard) at the same time. So we literally spent the first hour trying to figure out why it wouldn't work, and when we finally did get it to work we started playing for three hours straight. I built up my army and everything, as did he. But I destroyed him the first time.

So on Sunday, I woke up at 11, ate some McDonalds for breakfast, then we both started playing from 12-5. But this time, we decided to play against 2 computers. So it would be both of us vs. computers on the highest difficulty. Thinking we were all that, we charged into battle. No exaggeration here, but within the first 3 minutes we both died. The effing computer charged at us so fast and we had no time to build up our resources, so we died. Keep in mind that both computers were put at "Titan," the hardest one. We pretty much decided that this was impossible to beat given our nubbish skills, so we gave up on Titan.

SO, we decided to go to the next difficulty down, Hard. We decided that Titan was way too ridiculous for us, so Hard would be OK. Somehow, the difference between Titan and Hard wasn't too much because rather than lasting 3 minutes, we lasted somewhere between 5 to 6. We refused to give up though, and we probably spent an hour on hard trying to beat it. There's no exaggeration when I'm saying that we got raped. Literally.

SO, we decided to go to the next difficulty down, Medium. Tim and I both agreed that we were being pussies about this and that THIS TIME WE WERE GOING TO BEAT IT. We did OK and lasted for probably 30 minutes, then the stupid computers started attacking us. Tim had set up huge walls and towers around our settlements, but the computers had amassed probably twice the amount of resources than us and just kept sending wave after wave of armies. The first time we probably lasted 30 minutes. BUT WE STILL DIDN'T BEAT THE STUPID COMPUTER.

SO, learning from our mistakes, we decided to go and build up the wall first so we could have some time to build up our armies after. For some strange reason the computer rushed us even fast this time and we died.

I wasted 5 hours of my Sunday trying to beat a stupid computer. And probably 3 of those hours were spent on a computer on Medium difficulty. Pretty depressing, really.

1 and a half more weeks till Thanksgiving + Black Friday! I'm super stoked for next week to come. This week will pass by so slowly... But I'll play a lot of basketball to make it pass by faster. I'm pretty satisfied with my life right now given how much has changed within the last year. Jemmy, if you read this, can we PLEASE bike during Thanksgiving weekend? Caren, are we going to finally meet up after literally 2 years of absence? Tina, are you coming back on Thursday or Friday? Andrew, let's ball and NOT PLAY TENNIS, or better yet, come biking with us if we do. Tejal, what does a lentil taste like?

By the way, for those curious as to what Tejal looks like when she doesn't shave, she looks like this.I can't believe I hang out with you so much.

-Wilson

Wise Words for a Wise Day

2009-11-12T13:54:00.000-08:00

"I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her.
When Sorrow walked with me." - Robert Browning Hamilton

You're Not Cool

2009-11-11T02:00:00.000-08:00

Well, well, well.

Today was... a pretty weird day. So why is my title titled "You're Not Cool?" Because of some fags. But I'll start with my story.

So, today was a Tuesday. I had class at 9AM, and I didn't pay attention because I'm the best. I ended up talking to Tina all class long and looking for snowboards. I found some snowboards but Tina said they're ugly. Secretly, I really like them. After class, I was going to ditch Poli Sci to read some books and sleep, but Tejal wouldn't let me so I ended up going to class. She was sick so we ended up leaving early and we just talked as I waited for her LS3 class to start.

Walked back to my room, watched TV and read, ate dinner, then I went to a party that Kai invited us to.

Well, this party was going to be mostly NSU, which is a Japanese student association thing. So, mostly Japanese/Asian. I went with Chris, and we met up with Kai there. Then, a lot of crazy things happened. First off, I started taking a lot of shots because I'm the best so to begin with I was a little buzzed. Then, a bunch of people started coming in and I met a couple people. Chris kept on drinking after I stopped because at some point I realized that if I kept on drinking I'd turn into a pirate. And no one, and I must emphasize, NO ONE, wants to see pirate Wilson.

Anyways, a fight ended up breaking out. Some guy ended up with a bloody lip, and they had to be separated. Lord knows what happened because I was outside at that point getting some air. But apparently some guy from Cal State Fullerton was creeping up on some girls. The girls told him to go away, but he kept on creeping. Then he got a bloody lip. Haha, he was forced out of the party.

Chris kept on drinking but I wanted to stay relatively sober so I stopped drinking around 12. We ended up leaving around 1, but some guy and I had beef. But in my defense, it really wasn't my fault. This guy was an idiot and it was clear that his logic was flawed. Plus, he was an idiot. The conversation goes as followed:

Some guy is super drunk and is puking on the lawn. He literally pukes a gallon of alcohol while his friend is just standing there watching him puke. His friend is smoking a cigarette, clearly at least 50-60 pounds overweight while wearing a tight shirt in hopes that it would squish his moobs down but to no avail.

W: Dang dude, you're puking a lot of alcohol, are you ok?
Friend: Nigga why the fuck you talking shit?
W: I'm... not.
Friend: I bet you my nigga here could outdrink you anyday.
W: I'm pretty sure he can, I'm not even denying it.
Friend: Then why you talkin' shit?
W: ...What are you talking about?

At this point, I realize that his friend outweighs me by probably 100 pounds, has a bunch of homies in there and if I was to get into a fight I'd probably get my ass beat in a matter of seconds. Immediately I realize that it would NOT be a bright thing to even get into a confrontation of any sort with this fatass, so I turn to leave.

Friend: YEAH YOU KEEP WALKIN'.

In my head, I get the gratification knowing that I'm skinnier than him.

Anyways, what a loser.

I realized that you just can't be a gangster at UCLA. How the heck are you going to try and be gangster at UCLA? Your GPA at school was probably relatively high, and so was your SAT score. REAL gangsters are illiterate and don't go to college. How the heck are you going to incite fear in ANYONE by saying "HEY I'LL BEAT YOU DOWN AFTER MY FINAL AT 3?"

Yeah, not so much.

Anyways, I spent a lot of today reading Have a Little Faith by Mitch Albom. It's actually a really good book with some powerful moments. If you have some time, you should read it. I must warn you though, it's a really slow start.

OK. Real party on Friday with people I actually know. Until next time!

Random story of the day: The other day I ate a fortune cookie and my fortune said "A short stranger will enter your life soon."

-Wilson

Roughest Two Weeks of My Life

2009-11-07T16:49:00.000-08:00

Sexy Saturdays.

If any of you guys forgot what I look like with a shaved head... there it is. I'm in Chris's room and Tyler creeped and took a picture of us when we were watching the UCLA game.

Seriously, roughest two weeks of my life. I did terrible on my midterms. I haven't been doing much anyway with the exception of studying. But I do have a pretty funny story. Thinking back on it, it was actually really gross.

So it was a Friday afternoon, to be exact, yesterday afternoon. Of course, every Friday afternoon means basketball. We (Chris, Tyler, and I) played for a good three hours, so when we came back we were way too tired/sore/lazy to climb two flights of stairs. So while we were in front of our building, we saw a pretty plump black girl go into the elevator before we could get in. She didn't see us, so she didn't wait for us. So Chris decided to take the stairs, but Tyler and I were pretty intent on taking the elevator.

So the elevator comes down, and Tyler and I go in. Immediately upon going in, a horrible stench envelops the entire atmosphere. We realize that the black girl probably released a terrible amount of gas before us. But by this time, Tyler and I were seriously gagging in there. I've never smelled such a terrible stench before. So by the time we reached our floor, Tyler and I raced out of the elevator. Chris was on the side trying to scare us, but the minute the door opened Chris smelled it and just started gagging. Yeah, that's how bad it was.

Next week I think on Tuesday, I might go to Niketown on Rodeo Drive to get hook ups on Nike shoes. My friend works there and gets 40% off everything in the store. My basketball shoes have holes in them now, it's reached the end of its career.

So today, I was eating dinner with Chris and Tyler. So Chris was talking about this song called Karma by Lloyd Banks. But when he said "Hey do you like that song, Karma..." In my mind I was thinking "Yeah, I LOVE that Alicia Keys song!" Then he finished off his sentence "... by Lloyd Banks?"

I thought it was pretty funny.

Also, I've been reading Mitch Albom's newest book, Have a Little Faith, and to be honest... it's a bit disappointing. It's a bit too similar to Tuesdays With Morrie with an extremely similar plot. Like in Tuesdays With Morrie he interviews Morrie as he's slowly dying. In Have a Little Faith, he's interviewing a dying pastor and another pastor who overcame drugs and violence in his life. The thing is, he focuses a lot more on the dying pastor. I don't know, I'm only halfway through so I can't fully judge it yet. But it IS a bit disappointing considering how great of a book Tuesdays With Morrie was.

Well, I'll have better stories next time. There's an Indian dance thing tonight called a Garba. I don't know if I will go. But there's a party that I'll probably end up going to next Friday, so the next post should be slightly more exciting than this one. Sorry!

-Wilson

Halloween Haircuts

2009-11-03T22:24:00.000-08:00

Well once again, my hair was turning into a mini-fro. And there's nothing in the world I hate more than having a mini-fro. Because if I don't do my hair, it just looks like a mini-fro and it's just terrible. So I HAVE to do my hair if I have a mini-fro.

So it was about time for a haircut. But I had three choices.

Choice 1- Walk to Westwood, waste about 1-2 hours of my life walking there alone, getting a haircut alone, and walking back alone. Did I mention that I'd probably be going alone because who the heck wants to go to Westwood? Also, it'd be like 20 bucks for a decent haircut. So... it just wasn't worth it in the long run with the 20 bucks and the walking.

Choice 2- Go to the UCLA store and get a haircut from Campus Cuts. I got my hair cut there last year, and needless to say I freaked out after because they messed up so terribly. It was horribly uneven on both sides and I just looked retarded. After getting a haircut from Campus Cuts, I immediately ran to Westwood and got my hair cut AGAIN. Yeah, that's how bad they are. Plus, it's also 20 bucks. Not even worth getting my hair ruined for 20 bucks. No thanks, I can screw up my hair for free.

Choice 3- Having my friend Karl cut it for me. Nothing fancy, just a buzz cut.

I opted for choice 3. So now I have a buzz cut. I mean, I don't mind it. It's so much handier than my faux hawk plus far less maintenance. Also, maybe it might give me some brownie points on the basketball court for looking like a tru warier. CHYEAH.

Well, recap on October. Or, the last 2 weekends or so because I can't seem to remember anything else.

Last last weekend, marathon at USC. I blogged about that, so I'll just put up a picture.

Tim (my sister's boyfriend), Tina (my sister), PLAYA PIMP.

Ok but seriously, I already blogged about it so I'll just talk about this last weekend.

So last week was a pretty rough week for me. 2 midterms, 1 paper. I know it's not a lot, but I was getting a bit behind on my work so I had a lot of catch up to do so it was pretty rough. But on Friday, I was going to go home for the second time this quarter. I'm doing pretty good now compared to last year! But, since it was Halloween weekend, my sister decided to throw a party with a couple of her friends. And by a couple, I mean around 40. Of course, I was invited. So was Cindy. But Cindy is another story. If you want to hear about Cindy's story, you can come talk to me.

My Halloween costume. George W. Bush does not tolerate violence.

But I was pretty social and met a lot of her friends and mingled with a lot of them. They kicked my ass in beer pong. A lot of her friends kept on telling me to take shots with them and around 3AM-4AM I was already doneskies. Went up to bed, KTFOed.

On Saturday my sister and my sister's boyfriend were both kind of done from the day before due to lack of sleep/archorhor. No exaggeration, we literally did nothing all day. Sacked around in bed until 6, we went out to eat chinese food which was freaking good after a month of UCLA food. They had a carnival to go to, so I had to dogsit for them. Their dog would not listen to me at all and instead growled at me everytime I tried to play with him. I hate him.

On Sunday, I woke up and immediately had to go get dim sum with my sister and her boyfriend because I was leaving around 1. I woke up at 11, so it was pretty rushed. Ate freaking good dim sum, came back to school, played basketball, shaved my head. Not much, not much.

Well I've started drawing again, so maybe I'll get some pictures up when I finish something. I'll probably be drawing a lot this weekend because I'll be done with midterms. ONE MORE, ONE MORE. TROOP TROOP TROOP.

-Wilson

The Possibility of a Twin

2009-10-29T01:02:00.000-07:00

Ever wondered what it was like to have someone look like you?

I know I have.

Well a bunch of my friends from Fountain Valley kept on telling me that I looked EXACTLY like someone they knew called Martin. Martin Vu, to be exact. And apparently we act extremely similar. So obviously, if you had a "twin," you'd be curious to see what he looked like right?

Well, I was.

And this is what I got.

I mean, I GUESS I can see a slight resemblance. But... no.

Today was Chris's birthday, so we (Caroline, Kai, Alyssa, Gabriel, Chris, and I) went out to a sushi place in Westwood to eat called Yamato's. It's extremely cheap and pretty good. I got some dimsum like things and California rolls. Since it was happy hour, six California rolls cost $2.40. Like, all the sushi was less than $7 for the most part. But for those who don't know, I'm pretty much allergic to seafood with the exception of fish. So I had NO clue that the dimsum like things had shrimp inside, so I ate one. Not gonna lie, my skin's feeling it now. Efffffffff seafood.

ANYWAYS.

Midterms are upon me and I've been a good student and studying a lot. I can't wait to go home this weekend for the first time this quarter and eat some real Chinese food. Secretly, I hope Tina cooks me fried rice because I've been craving it for the last month. But I guess it isn't secret anymore because she's going to see this probably. And... after seeing this she won't cook it for me, not like she planned on it to begin with.

OK I'm going to go watch the Half Blood Prince yet. Because I haven't seen it yet.

-Wilson

"Maturity is knowing when to be immature."

2009-10-26T00:25:00.000-07:00

I think you'll have to click on it for a better view.

Long story short: Tejal was using my laptop, I added my RA from last year, he accepted, I decided to mess around and liked and commented on the thing that said "Karl and Tejal Narsai are now friends" or something like that. I always thought the "like" button was extremely stupid.

OK I thought it was funny what I did.

Random fact of the year: I currently have 1337 emails in my inbox. It made me smile.

Random comic of the year: Pervert

-Wilson

10K Runs, Dead Boyfriend and KTFOing

2009-10-24T19:12:00.000-07:00

So yesterday was the 10K Nike Human Race. Not gonna lie, I was super excited the entire day. So in the morning, I went to USC to pick up our shirts which had our racing number on it. If I didn't go pick it up, we wouldn't have been able to run. How lame huh? So Karl took me around 12, and we got back around 2. Bummed around because I was freaking excited.

I was literally bouncing off the walls around 4. So I decided to go play basketball to burn off some energy. So I played from 5-8, then around 8:20PM Tina calls me and says she's already on her way to UCLA to pick me up.

I didn't even eat dinner yet, so I went to go get some dinner to go. Then Tina calls me and she got super lost with Tim. Fail. When I found them, I still didn't even eat my dinner yet so I started munching on some salad and a chicken wrap. They stayed in my room until around 10ish, then we went to USC to go run!

We got there around 11, but the race was going to start at 12. It was a mess. There were a billion people all wearing the same thing. So we just went around to find Tina's friends, and once we found them we gathered around the 11 minute mile mark and just talked. I had no idea that Edward was doing the marathon too, but he found me somehow through the huge crowd. He claimed that he saw me because of my hair. Weird.

But then when the race started, it literally began at a walking pace. Super super slow. Anyways, it was super crowded at first, but then it started thinning out a little bit. But man, running with the crowd was like driving. You end up cutting people off, tailgating, etc etc etc.

There were times when Tim was literally dragging himself. After the third mile, I think he was pretty much done. But at least he finished strong. Tim told Tina and me that he was going to sprint the last 0.2 miles. And while I was keeping at a steady pace with Tina, all of a sudden we see some retard sprinting. As I looked closer to see who it was, it was Tim. Remember that Friends episode where Rachel doesn't want to run with Phoebe because she looks retarded? Yeah, that's what Tim looked like.

Got back to UCLA, showered, KTFOed.

OK sorry this post was pretty boring. But I'm super tired and sleepy right now.

-Wilson

P.S. OK I never really listened to Jason Mraz before this last week, but recently I've been really getting into his music. Man, who knew he had good songs aside from You and I Both, The Remedy, I'm Yours, and Lucky? If you ever have time, listen to Bella Luna, Make it Mine, Details in the Fabric, Butterfly, and Coyotes. Freaking amazing. Boy oh boy do I regret missing that $5 Jason Mraz concert just because I wanted to play basketball. But... that's a story I'll never tell anyone because I regret it now. DON'T JUDGE ME!

2009-10-23T21:30:00.000-07:00

tehehe i control wilsons computer muyahahahahahah

TiNAAA

Late Night Runs and Funs

2009-10-22T02:15:00.000-07:00

W: "Hey Cameron, I'm going to go run. Want to come with?"
C: "Sure thing, Will. Give me 20 more minutes though."
W: "OK!"

20 minutes goes by.

C: "OK, I'm ready."

W and C change into running gear. But as they head to the track, C decides that it'd be a better idea for us to run the UCLA perimeter. W, being a noob, agrees that it would be fun and off they go. At 12AM.

If you didn't get my little story there, 2 nights ago I went running around UCLA's perimeter. If you've never been to UCLA, you wouldn't believe how hilly it is.

But before I explain anything any further, you might be asking yourself, why the HECK would you go running around 12AM?

And the answer to that question is because this Saturday, I'm running a Nike 10K with my sister, a couple of her friends, and her boyfriends. And because I neglected to train for this properly (mainly through denial, I kept telling myself running up and down a basketball court was good enough), I'm not cramming my training into 1 week. I've been running every night from 11PM-1AMish, and I've been doing alright actually. Basically, I don't want to look like a noob and burn out after half a mile and walk the rest. That'd be awfully pathetic. Anyways, back to the explanation.

So it was around 12AM, 60 degrees outside and I was in shorts and a t-shirt running around on a dumb track without streetlights. I couldn't even see what I was running into, I was really scared there would be something dumb in front of me that would destroy an ankle. But there was this one part where it was literally 10 minutes of really steep uphill. At one point I felt like my calves were about ready to give up. In the end, we ran about 4.5-5 miles in about 40 minutes or so. Not bad, not bad.

Cameron's stamina is pretty sick given his massive bulk. I think I did alright, considering how all I do is run on the track. The inclines really gave me a run for my money though. Freaking ready for this Saturday's Nike 10K at USC. I'm freaking excited. Since Tina is too lay-z to go pick up the registration stuff, I'm going Friday. Karl, my RA from last year is taking me because I asked him. So nice of him!

I have a lot of homework. It's 2:30 AM, I need to sleep!

-Wilson

Inspirational Word of the Day

2009-10-20T21:43:00.000-07:00

Sleep.

-Wilson

MUN Partying, Universal Studios, Laundry Day!

2009-10-19T01:51:00.000-07:00

So it was a Friday night. I had nothing to do. Yes, even some popular people don't have anything to do on Friday. But my friend Caroline, who is in MUN, said there was an MUN party and that she planned on going. Because she didn't know that many people there, she convinced Chris and me to go with her along with her other MUN buddy, ROOOOOOPAC.

Well, for those who don't know what MUN is, it's Model United Nations. So the minute Caroline told me that it was an MUN party, for some strange reason I was thinking of like a bunch of white people in business suits and dressing super preppy while playing board games and drinking lemonade and tea. Man, was I wrong.

So we walk to the apartment where it's at, it's relatively close to campus. It was literally a 1 minute walk, so that wasn't bad at all. Anyways, when we get in, all the light bulbs have been replaced to like dim club lights, and gangster rap music was blasting and there were beer pong tables everywhere and people passed out. We did go to the party fashionably late, by the way. Alcohol is everywhere. I trust Chris enough to have him make me a drink, so he mixed some Coke and some vodka together. Since Caroline and Roopac don't drink, it was just Chris and me. Anyways, the party was pretty awkward to begin with because everyone seemed to know one another already, and futile attempts to mingle only led to awkward conversations.

Anyways, as I'm just talking to Chris, a Mexican girl by the name of Sarah comes up to me and asks me to dance. I told her no only because THERE WAS NO ONE DANCING. I mean, it's not like I'm a terrible dancer. But she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the invisible dance floor (and I must stress INVISIBLE because NO ONE WAS DANCING) and she proceeded to dance up on me while I stood there looking like a dweeb. Pretty dweebish moment. Chris decided to lurk and take pictures of me.

We left shortly after. I was not even closed to buzzed. Chris turned red like an apple.

The next day was the UCLA v Cal game. I decided not to go to the game because I was lazy and it was a sauna that day. I stayed inside my nicely air conditioned room and watched the game with Caroline. Good thing I didn't go, we got owned. UCLA football is sucking.

Later that day, I went to Universal Studios with some of my high school friends for the Halloween Haunt. Man, it was freaking scary. Not gonna lie, I got super scared in the Saw maze. There's that one pig in Saw that looks super scary and he owned me a lot. But it's not like I was the only one...

Today was laundry day. If I didn't do laundry today, I would be wearing used boxers. Gross. So I was forced to do laundry. But while sorting through my laundry, I noticed that they were still wet from basketball. Even the wifebeaters that were 2 weeks old were pretty moist. Haha, that's freaking gross.

Hmm that's about it! More exciting stories to come.

-Wilson

Expectations, Filipino Party, Rainy Days and An Unhealthy Lifestyle

2009-10-15T22:29:00.000-07:00

So honestly, I feel like after what might have been the best blog entry ever in the history of this blog, this will seem like the worst entry known to man. Can't live up to expectations mang. There was another clubbing event today, ACA's "Pulse," but I didn't feel like going. But if I went, what a treat that would've been for all of you. TOO BADZ.

So I will talk about the party I went to last week. So my floor mates from last year, Ashley Yu and Regina Rimando were having an apartment welcoming party. They invited Amrik, Karl, and me. Karl went to San Diego that weekend because he's lame, so Amrik and I went. I told Chris to come along, so we all happily walked to the apartment. Next thing I know, I'm seriously in the Philippines. The entire party was full of Filipinos and once again I was in the racial minority with Chris and Amrik. Oh, there were also two black guys. No one knows why they were there.

But next thing I know, Chris is shoving drinks into my hands, saying "TRY THIS!" and Ashley and Regina are grabbing me to take shots with them. Within a matter of minutes I'm feeling the alcohol. I was seriously on the brink of turning into a pirate because for some odd reason when I get enough alcohol inside of me I just want to become a pirate. Thankfully I was semi-conscious enough to know that drinking anymore alcohol would probably be the death of me, so I stopped. There are some pretty incriminating photos on Facebook but too bad I set it to private so you'll never see them. But I will show you one picture, and in this picture I'm holding a red cup. It's really not what it looks like. OK, it is.

That's Marielle on the left, Amrik in the middle and a hot stud on the right. I put the stud in study, the hot in shot... and the fox in foxy. Killed it.

But Amrik, Chris, and I ended up walking to Marielle's SUPER nice apartment a couple blocks down and she drove us back to UCLA. No one knows if I would've made it back to UCLA.

It was raining the last couple days, and it's been sort of cold. The other day I was walking to class without an umbrella and I was drenched. I was not happy. Plus I had so much homework and I stayed up till 2AM doing homework. SO SADzzzzzzz.

OK. My life is boring for now, maybe it will be more exciting this weekend and I will update soon. Promise!

-Wilson