Fun? in Bay Area
Sunday, March 20th, 2005I am getting invitations to visit LV from Cortney, Gary and Garret, and with Xin driving to meet with his friends Seth, and Ficher. Victor asked if I was up to going to Tahoe yesterday, and Shin Wen is going on Monday. I met up with Howard and Shin Wen while at the Duke in Cupertino Village, Seven near downtown SJ Arena, Paragon @ Montgomery Hotel, and V @ the Hotel in Santana Row. Basically, the woman got hotter as the night approached, and it had nothing to do with the number of drinks, accumulated.
I AM smoking while I drink, but not much, since Mikio is the one with the cigs, and lighter, and I have refrained from buying my own. It’s not the best of strategies, but it works.
Anyways, the point is that all of a sudden, it’s not so boring here anymore. Yet, I am sure that if I actually went on all the trips, I would 1. go over my trip budget, 2. destroy my detox, 3. not exercise and 4. go astray once again. It would be counterproductive to all the relaxation I have had. For god sakes, I am turning 31, chicks, tits, ass, and hanging out with friends shouldn’t be such a big draw anymore. My left brains says one thing, and my right brain agrees, but the part that produces C19H28O2, (that’s testostrone), is still having a hard time letting go.
On the same logic, I still refuse to add my name to the car insurance, so I won’t try to run amuck with the Lexas, and crash the third of our family cars. Once upon a time, eons ago, my mother went to a fortune teller who told her that I had an aura of blue radiance sorrounding me , and that’s why I escaped a serious car accident unscathed. That, if I drove before 32, I had a high chance of yet another car accident. The fortune teller, was referring to a 400 degree spin down the cliff side speed ways of black mountain while leaving LA. I was hit by a bus, clipped 2 other cars, spun, and rammed a semi-truck into the side of the mountain while going 60 miles down the highway. All of this without even a whip lash. I suspect I am tempting some god of fate to shit on me, to even discussing my good fortune, and so am righteously paranoid. I have opted to not be superstitious, but to fear fate, and not stray far from what a wise man once told my mother.
Actually, he also said that I will only have success with investing and business partners after I turn 32, and obviously I hadn’t listened.
In any case, I am still without a car, but riding my bike around, which for the most part fits into the whole healthy routine.
I am sure not picking up any chicks on the bike tho, even tho, there isn’t any around the Shire anyways, still the thought of being able to , strokes my ego somehow. Ah, the burdens of being a man.
My blood pressure was normal today. It’s a good thing. For the future, I am thinking of doing 3 month in Cal, and 9 month in China, and adjusting to 6 month in either places in 5 years, all the while making enough active and passive income to lead a good quality of life. It won’t be easy, but perhapes the focus on how I live, rather than what I accomplish will turn out to be one of the more important realizations of my 30s? no?
BTW: I got T-Mobile "togo", but they tell me that it’s the bitch brother of Xangular , who is now also AT&T, but all have bad reception. All I know is that for the first time, my voice mail worked, and I didn’t have to do jack shit to set it up.
Here is to not doing Jack Shit!!!!!!!! Cheers!
Apparently, friends have actually had enough spare time to read my blog, which I am a bit embarrassed about, and a bit …. well, happy about. Still, I really want to make this abundantly clear, all the evil, shit that seem to happen around me during my course of de-tox, all happen for a good reason. The redemption of man, is a hard road to travel on, and yes… I must plough forward…….Beyond the Gold flowers, and 8th of a bag, LV , and hot females.
Tony