I've decided to upgrade my diet recently, so instead of eating top ramen all the time I now occasionally have frozen pizzas. The problem with frozen pizza is that you can't just microwave them, they have to be baked in an oven, which is not a problem for most people except I can't be bothered with the oven. My solution is a simple one: microwave it anyway.
Here comes the second problem: most microwaves are not big enough to fit a whole frozen pizza. What I do is to take a frozen pizza still in its plastic wrapping, set it on the floor vertically and step on it to break it into two halves, then fold and repeat so it's broken about evenly into four pieces. This part is a bit tricky and may be difficult for the novice, however it can done after just a little practice. Now the pizza is microwave size, remove the wrapping and place pizza on a plate, time for 10 minutes and you will have a nice hot pizza. The crust will be floppy, but that's okay for me and it should be okay for everyone else too.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Eye Examination
Today I had an eye examination. The optometrist, Jim, gave me some eye drops that dilated my pupils for a few hours to check for cataract, which turned out to be completely unnecessary since I had none, but as a result I could barely see on my way home. Good thing I often practice driving without glasses and sometimes with one eye closed, so it presented very little challenge for me.
Friday, August 10, 2007
New Computer Mice
My computer mice kept breaking one after another, so I finally ordered 10 of them online. This way I would get a volume discount, all 10 for just 30 bucks total, and the shipment just arrived today. The problem is that they are marked "No warranty Sold as is," and all the part numbers are crossed out with a permanent mark for some unknown and obviously sinister reason. Now I am thinking maybe half of them don't work? Perhaps I should resell them to other people before I undo the packing. I have a new motto now, "if you think something doesn't work, sell it to other people."
Friday, June 29, 2007
A Short Poem
All My Beach Balls
O beach ball, the greatest ball in the world!
O hot cocoa, the drink that gets rid of cold!
I don't have a cold but I want to have the world!
So come, friends, and let us have all the balls!
O beach ball, the greatest ball in the world!
O hot cocoa, the drink that gets rid of cold!
I don't have a cold but I want to have the world!
So come, friends, and let us have all the balls!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Another Story for Little Children
Little Jimmy was playing with his new BB gun in the front yard when a car pulled over. A teenager boy came out of the car and said. "Hey kid, that's a nice BB gun you have!"
Little Jimmy proudly declared, "Oh it is the best BB gun ever! it is my birthday gift! Look, I can shoot squirrels with it!" And then he shot the squirrels on the tree.
The teenager smiled and said, "Oh that is so much fun! Now you die!" And with that he turned into a giant monster with huge teeth then broke little Jimmy into two pieces with one huge bite, and little Jimmy's blood and guts splashed all over the place.
THE END
Moral of the story:
1) BB guns are bad;
2) Strangers, especially those who just came out of cars, can turn into monsters anytime, so little children should run away from strangers and their cars on sight.
Little Jimmy proudly declared, "Oh it is the best BB gun ever! it is my birthday gift! Look, I can shoot squirrels with it!" And then he shot the squirrels on the tree.
The teenager smiled and said, "Oh that is so much fun! Now you die!" And with that he turned into a giant monster with huge teeth then broke little Jimmy into two pieces with one huge bite, and little Jimmy's blood and guts splashed all over the place.
THE END
Moral of the story:
1) BB guns are bad;
2) Strangers, especially those who just came out of cars, can turn into monsters anytime, so little children should run away from strangers and their cars on sight.
Friday, April 6, 2007
A Fairy Tale for Little Children
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived near a forest, and she went to the forest to pick mushrooms everyday. One day she saw many giant mushrooms beside an old tree, all of them as tall as she was! She ran to the mushrooms in excitement, wanting to pick them all. Suddenly she heard a booming voice coming from the old and dead looking tree, "WHO ARE YOU?"
"I am Sarah, I pick mushrooms here everyday!" The little girl exclaimed.
"VERY WELL, LITTLE SARAH, THEN A MUSHROOM YOU SHALL BECOME!"
And with that little Sarah was turned into a big white mushroom.
THE END
Moral of the story: Children shouldn't talk to strangers.
P.S. My old blogs (AOL Hometown is gone!):
Friday, April 26, 2002: My parents are kicking me out of the house. I will soon be homeless. With this in mind I am buying a place. Hopefully my mortgage will get approved. There is no reason why a working young man like myself can't find a place to stay.
Friday, May 10, 2002: I got fired today. My banker told me that my mortgage had been approved, so now I am unemployed and have lots of bills to pay. I will come up with lots of financial plans to try to deal with the situation. As badly as it may seem, I am full of hope for the future.
Tuesday, May 14, 2002: I got the privilege of taking care of my visiting 6 years old cousin from Ohio today, while his father (my uncle) and my dad hang out. So I drove the little guy around and then I came up with an idea for a good practical joke, I told him that I was going to give him away to a stranger for couple days. You should've seen his little innocent face filled with terror, he almost cried. But he was a real trooper and I took him home after couple hours of aimless driving in my airtight car without an A/C on a sunny Florida summer afternoon. We both sweated profusely. It was a good day spent bonding with my little cousin from Ohio, and it made me re-examine my family values.
Saturday, June 1, 2002: I sent some of my online friends my pictures from visiting Disney. A female friend of mine thinks that I look much better without the glasses on. I think she was just being nice. Girls from online have a tendency not to talk to me anymore after I send them my pictures. I guess it's a sign that I am ugly. I have a good heart though, and that's what's really important . . . I think. Anyway from now on I will only send pictures of myself without the glasses.
Monday, June 3, 2002: I came up with 2 more plans for my financial future. Now I have 3 plans. Plan A) I will keep borrowing money and buy homes and lease them. I call it the "Slum Lord Plan." My banker friend says it's too risky and I might go bankrupt since I don't have a job and the plan counts entirely on rents with no backup options. What does he know? Bankers are idiots. Plan B) I will get some girls and start an escort service. Plan C) I will buy a Japanese bake machine and sell fresh bread at a busy street corner. Right now none of these options look good. But I will figure something out.
Thursday, June 6, 2002: More plans! Plan D) I am getting into all those "money-making system" emails that I receive. I should be rich soon. It cost me a lot of money just to purchase the learning materials on those systems though. They'd better work. Plan E) I got inspiration for this one from watching TV: Hex the private eye! I will be a private detective. Target customer base: rich people who suspect that their spouses are cheating on them. I have my digital camera and I am a professional.
Friday, June 7, 2002: I am getting a cell phone. Can't be a slumlord without a cell phone and cool shades. I am also working on getting the muscle guys. But I probably can't afford those goons until I actually own the slum.
Sunday, June 9, 2002: My material for plan D came in, all for the cheap price of $180, and it will teach me how to get rich. Oh boy am I excited. I have a plan, I am focused and I have the personal powers. I am also unemployed, but I figure the first three will cancel the last one out with leftover. In fact I finished reading chapter 1 already, there are 24 chapters in total. Lots of readings, lots of future hopes. One day when I am successful I shall write a book called "My Struggle." Hitler wrote one too, only mine will be better.
Monday, June 10, 2002: Today I got bored, which was understandable since I was unemployed. My solution: shopping. I went shopping for stuff and drove for 3 hours from shop to shop. I busted a total of around 100 bucks. I cannot recall exactly what I bought, but the important thing was that I came home happy. I think I am getting in touch with my feminine side, which as you probably know, is important for a man's personal growth.
Tuesday, June 11, 2002: I went shopping again, it's becoming a habit. I busted another 100 bucks. Among my miscellaneous purchases there were these quality garbage bags for trashcans of 4 gallons in size. I bought 110 of them. I know a good deal when I see one, and you can never have too many garbage bags.
Wednesday, June 12, 2002: I asked another girl if she would be interested in pursuing a career in private entertainment. She turned me down. That's two rejections already. Plan B is sure not going very well, but as they say, if first you don't succeed, try and try again! With that in mind I went and bought more garbage bags, cause the ones I bought yesterday were too small and didn't work for me.
Thursday, June 13, 2002: I became really bored so I went to the mall and spent 300 bucks. Help me. My name's Hex, and I am an addict. On a side note, I saw the movie "The sum of all fears" in the mall this afternoon, a very interesting film. My friend Greebo suggested that I should go and find a job several days ago. Today after watching that film I think I will apply to the CIA. Maybe I will get to meet the president one day, whoever that might be, and save him from a nuclear explosion.
Friday, June 14, 2002: Have you ever tried to get a loan before? The process is excruciating. It's like how you feel every time before you need to use the toilet. Oh the suspense! It's just too much for me! Maybe I won't have to borrow from my credit cards so much if the loan is approved, or it is at least an opportunity for me to borrow more money in addition to my credit cards.
Monday, June 17, 2002: Today's just been a bad day in general. Usually I can pick up a bad thing or two to talk about, but today everything has been bad. For instance, I saw a baby at the mall today. I wanted to steal her candy, but I thought the mother was watching me, so I had to leave. Actually it only happened in my mind, but you get the picture of how bad my day was. When I arrived home, I got a voice mail from my banker saying that my loan request had been declined because I was unemployed. I guess I will just keep getting more credit cards now.
Thursday, June 20, 2002: Unlike yesterday, today I didn't spend $100. So today I have saved $100! I think I have found plan F, thriftiness! The problem is that I have no income, thus not really anything to save except my savings, which are running dry quickly anyway. I was in a complete shock when I first realized that, but then I ate a large bowl of ice cream and felt much better.
Monday, June 24, 2002: My father is willing to work with me on plan D, the moneymaking systems that I mail ordered. Phase one, he's borrowing and putting down $120k in the system by pledging his house and varies other assets to the bank's equity loan, as well as borrowing from his retirement plan. That's a lot of faith by a man who's looking to retire in about 6 years. I will just say the same thing I had said before, this moneymaking system had better work, or we would all be living on the streets and using public bathrooms.
Friday, July 5, 2002: I went to the international plaza with my parents today. The international plaza is a very expensive shopping center consists of a large mall and lots of restaurants near the Tampa airport. We became very hungry after looking at shoes, bags, clothes and whatnot that we cannot afford for 3 hours. My mother had a brilliant idea that we should just taste each of food court's free samples to cure our hunger. That was nice, but I was still hungry because I had nothing to eat since the morning. Finally we found a buffet place and we all ate and ate until we could hardly walk. Then we went home and suffered the entire night from overly filled stomachs. We almost all threw up too. I think I like buffets.
Wednesday, July 10, 2002: I stayed home all morning until I got bored, then I went shopping again. After spending a bit over the usual 100 bucks, I was stopped at a parking lot by couple young guys who tried to sell me some digital audio speakers. They told me their story of how a shipping order was messed up so they received some extra speakers and how they wanted to sell them for fast cash instead of letting their boss take them at the end of the day. Supposedly the 5-speaker system plus the 2 subwoofers are worth $4,000. They insisted on cash only so I went to a bank and withdrew some cash. We came to an agreement and I ended up paying them $260. What a deal! I wanted to thank the guys for such a great deal so I called the phone number one of the guys gave me. It turned out that he gave me the wrong number! Oh well, I am still happy although I cannot thank those guys properly. I hope the speakers will work once I hook them up.
Thursday, July 11, 2002: My friend suggested that the speakers I got yesterday might be "hot," by that he meant those were probably stolen. I told him that it's just another life's mystery that no one will ever be sure of. My father called me up at 6:30 PM and asked me to go on a house tour with him and couple Realtors cause he suddenly developed an urge to look at expensive homes. We spend several hours looking at a lot of very nice houses, but my father didn't tell the Realtors that he could not afford any of them. I didn't either. Afterwards we bought and ate a large pizza at a pizza hut. For half an hour my father complained about the pizza being too expensive and too salty, then we went home.
Friday, July 12, 2002: My almost decade-old car has some holes in its body paint, so I bought some spray-on white paint from Wal-Mart to fix them. Apparently using spray-on paint to fix car paint was a very poor choice, the paint just went in all directions messing up the windows and mirrors. The wind even blew some of it onto my clothes. Oh well, I guess no one can fix everything. The only thing that really bothers me is that I have to live with a partially white thumb for couple days.
Monday, July 15, 2002: My father and I were out tonight befriending some illegal Mexican immigrants that we met. Soon after we split with our new friends, my father and I became very hungry because we both didn't have much to eat all day. We found a drive-thru Checkers to buy some combo meals. It cost about 8 dollars and 50 cents and my father insisted that I paid. Anyway I happened to have just 9 dollars in my wallet, so he took them all and kept the change. Now I am all out of cash. I will always remember that it was a Checkers cashier who took the last of my dollars, and my own father, my last cent.
Monday, July 22, 2002: I recently had my birthday and received $50 for it. With this newfound wealth I can finally eat again. My mind is not on such small details however, for I have finally received a copy of the contract I convinced my parents to sign. Long at last plan D was in action. With a heavy heart I told my now 130k-in-debt father that the moneymaking system had better work. He merely gave me a stern look and said "Yeah, but it was YOUR idea." Bummer. His sense for shifting possible blames is as keen as mine, but perhaps I got those genes from him. My mother remained unconvinced and reserved in the matter, but she's an opportunist, not a planner like myself.
Monday, August 19, 2002: Several people asked me why I haven't written more entries for the last few weeks. There are a lot of reasons, but a large part of it was that I had to work very hard to fix everything up in the place I bought. In addition I am under a little stress because I had to go through quite a few credit card applications and cash advances to keep up with the utility bills and mortgage payments. Hopefully I will get bailed out somehow before the introductory no-interest periods of these new cards start to run out. To that end, I still have a lot of faith in my plan D, the moneymaking systems. Even though I am not a particularly religious man, I know that ultimately without faith, we have nothing.
Friday, August 23, 2002: My father decided that he would give me $90 every month in return for me doing little errands for him. That means, according to my calculations, I will have $3.00 dollars everyday for food, which amounts to $1.00 for every meal assuming 3 meals a day, or $1.50 for every meal assuming 2 meals a day, if my mathematics were correct. I have done some research on the price of foods, and it seems that a person can eat quite well on $3.00 a day, even if he doesn't cook everything himself. This is what my daily menu would look like: breakfast: a small cup of milk and cereal, lunch: microwave jumbo size cheese burger & water, dinner: half an apple and a choice between 3 selections, microwave lean pockets, microwave cat fish snack or a quarter can of condensed beef soup, plus two pieces of bread. That will leave me with approximately 28 cents for the day, which is just enough to get a 12 oz can soda of my choice, assuming that I bought them at a volume discount store such as the Sam's Club. Wal-Mart is a little bit more expensive. I plan on buying a 24 can block every month, that means I will not have soda for 6 days in an average month (except in February where there would be only 4 of these "lean days"). This will also leave me with a saving of $1.68 every month, which will be available for my consumption pleasure. My daily calories will be around 1750, with 35% of it coming from the fat in the jumbo size cheeseburger. As long as all of it burn up though, my health will be fine. This plan shows that with meticulous calculations, a person can always survive well even with limited resources.
Sunday, August 25, 2002: Today I was finally kicked out of my parents' house, 4 months after they started the "eviction" process, not formally of course. Some of you may be wondering from reading my last entry what "consumption pleasure" I could possibly derive from a mere $1.68 every month, the answer was "Top Ramen Noodle Soup." In fact, $1.68 is enough to buy about 12 packs of top ramen at a volume discount store. I think I may even be able to survive on them. Anyway now that I am poor and living by myself, the future looks like one big possibility.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002: I sent a 450-dollars money order to a stranger today, somebody from eBay. I hope that once he receives the money, he will send me the computer parts that he had for sale. One of my online friends suggested that I should do Cash-On-Delivery only, but I think I can trust our friendly eBay sellers. Oh boy am I excited to get those old computer parts. I will surely put them to good use.
Wednesday, September 11, 2002: It's been over two weeks and I still haven't received anything from the eBay seller. This event has prompted me to think deeply about the human nature and start writing a brief treatise on ethics. Far more importantly though, I found out that the 9/11 anniversary has truly become a grief day for me personally, because I have run out of microwave food. I shall face certain hunger, despair and adversities with my characteristic bravery, for things will only get worse from here.
Wednesday, October 02, 2002: I haven't seen the sun for a while. I plan on doing so tomorrow if there is a chance. The housing management sent me a letter couple weeks ago that I got when I last checked my mail, which was sometime last week. It said something about if I don't fix my front window blinds soon, they will turn the matter over to their legal office in 10 days. I think it's already past the deadline. Damn lawyers, always trying to screw someone. Things like this makes me want to buy a handgun from the Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart sells handguns and shotguns just right beside their toys section. There is no need to worry about kids shooting everyone in the Wal-Mart though, you have to be over 21 to purchase munitions there. The good news is that everyone can buy BB guns.
Monday, October 14, 2002: I got my new black and white LaserJet printer last week, but I could not use it because SAMSUNG decided to be cheap and not include a cable with the printer. Hopefully I will be able to get a cable later today. I should've stolen some cables when I had the chance 6 months earlier. The moral here is that if you can liberate something, do it while you can cause you never know what you might need later.
Saturday, November 2, 2002: I didn't do anything for Halloween. I felt guilty about it so I ate some candies, and then I went to see the president across the street with my parents and two republican friends of theirs. My parents and I were picked by couple secret service ladies to sit behind the president. Several speakers gave brief speeches, and then George Bush and his brother Jeb Bush came out. We sat behind them and waved little US flags every time they stopped speaking to let people applause and cheer. I had finally seen the president in person, and next time I will surely save him from a nuclear explosion.
Monday, November 25, 2002: The garbage truck comes 3 times a week to pick up the garbage around here. The movie "Commando" has the garbage truck as its opening scene, where the garbage men were really assassins and they used automatic assault rifles to kill the poor sap who ran out to have his garbage picked up. Ever since I saw that movie I have been suspicious about garbage trucks. I mean, for real, how do you know the next garbage truck that comes to your door won't be carrying psychotic killers? At least we all know the mailman is already postal. I am going to take my trash out and check my mail now so wish me luck please.
Thursday, December 19, 2002: The holiday season is here, and everywhere radio stations are playing the Christmas songs. This reminded me of last year's holiday season. It was all jolly and happy and I was very much into the spirit of the whole thing, then on January 2nd, which was a Tuesday, everything ended abruptly. On the surface January 2nd is only 1 day after the holiday season, but in reality that is the day farthest away from the whole thing. People have a whole new year of work to look forward to, and it is the most unhappy and depressing time in the year, because as we all know, most people are lazy. In fact last January 2nd was so harsh for me personally, that I ended up in jail literally. I think the cop who arrested me also harassed me sexually, but I didn't file any complains.
Friday, December 27, 2002: I had a good Christmas. Lots of free food and all, so if you had a crappy one, sucks to be you but mine was fine. I even got a Christmas card this year, it was from my bank, sent to its customers for appreciating their business. Inside the Christmas card there were also some address stamps for me, so I don't have to write my address on the envelope anymore when I prepare a letter. I appreciate the gesture even though I print all my envelopes now. I hope all of you readers have had a happy Christmas. Even if you haven't, there's always the next year.
Sunday, January 5, 2003: Happy New Year everyone! My new year's resolution was to paint the top of my car because the original paint was dropping off and leaving it looking like a zebra. To make a long story short, instead of drying overnight, the liquid paint absorbed a massive amount of night dew and started dripping down from all sides and made the windows looking zebra as well. I think it was the wrong kind of paint. Oh well, since I lost the receipt, the paint cannot be returned to the store. I will try this again before giving up and use a different type of paint, after all, persistence has its rewards.
Monday, February 17, 2003: This is a bit late but happy Valentine's Day everyone! Know how lucky you are if you spent the day with a special someone, but even if you spent it alone, you can always come and join my club because I was alone the whole day. I spent Sunday with my parents and got a haircut. I was going to let a barber do it, but my father said let him do it and so I did. I saved 10 bucks but he cut my right ear and I bled. Overall it was a nice haircut though especially since it was free.
Wednesday, February 19, 2003: I had to visit my bank this afternoon. They charged me $30 twice for a total sum of $60, because my checking account ran out of money and I overdrew. If you are poor like me, don't ever overdraw, cause banks are the kind of organization that will kick a dog when it's down. They hardly ever lend you money when you really need it either, and they report your financial activities to the IRS. To combat the many evil banks of America, I've decided to create my own bank. If you ever need to make a cash deposit, please let me know.
Sunday, April 06, 2003: A lot of excitement lately, with the war in Iraq going on and all. In my quiet little corner of the world however, a different kind of conflict existed tonight, a battle of wits against a toad. You read that correctly people, when I drove home tonight I discovered that there was a little toad in my car right in front of me sitting on the display panel. As it looked at me and I it, I knew what I would do. I would attempt to capture the toad after I get home! For half an hour it sat there not moving an inch, but just as I parked the car, the toad had disappeared from my view. I looked around, and saw it sitting on the driver side door. It leaped out as soon as I opened the door and then it was gone forever. While I had my battle plan, the toad had its own version. It knew exactly when I had parked my car, and it had the perfect strategy of taking control of the situation. This incident has renewed my respect in all lives amphibian. Bravo little toad, bravo, you are surely a worthy adversary.
Saturday, August 09, 2003: I had my 26th birthday recently. Year by year time flies like a banana in my advanced age. The occasional visiting insects, spiders or lizards of my apartment made me realize that I kill the majority of my guests now. It rained this afternoon and by evening I heard the symphony of one thousand frogs.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003: I was in Atlanta Georgia last weekend with my parents, 8 hours away by driving. Since we were pretty tired by early evening, the time we got there, we had to check in a hotel, money that we didn't really want to waste on something such as a room but had to. I drove to a hotel called "Omni Hotel" that was right beside the CNN news center, and watched the hotel people drove our car away in a service called "Valet Parking," which really felt like they were stealing our car. Anyway after we took a three hour nap in the room, my mother started looking at maps for another hotel/inn and my father started calling them asking for prices, and we found one that was less than half price of Omni. Half an hour later we packed up and went downstairs and complained about the noise generated by their evening musical party. My mother even made up a story that her heart condition was heavily affected by the noise, that she could die if she stayed another minute. They gave us a refund quickly after that. We did a lot of things in Atlanta, like visiting the CNN news center or the Coca-Cola center, but the happiest thought on our way back to Florida was that we had saved 100 bucks on our hotel room, and this happy moment will be remembered and treasured by each of us forever.
Saturday, November 01, 2003: I didn't do anything for Halloween this year since I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, witches or other superstitions. I can honestly say that I am a rational man. This afternoon I tried to put couple couches in the dumpster, but they were too big, so I went to the Home Depot and bought the biggest and heaviest ax they had, then I came back and started chopping the couches with it. A girl who walked by saw me doing it and asked if she could help, so I let her chop for couple minutes. She did quite a lot of damage, but I became a little scared of her because she really put her back into it when she chopped. She told me that she was in the army for two years. Anyway after she walked away I successfully finished the job. What an exercise that was. I think I will keep the ax. It's a real chick magnet.
Friday, November 28, 2003: This morning there was a thing called “the black Friday madness,” where people go on a mad shopping spree starting at 6 or 7 o’clock in the morning and ends at noon. It was the first time I’ve heard about this so I decided to go and take a peek at some stores in the morning. Why so early you ask? Because some people have to work on this Friday and the stores don’t want to lose potential customers. It was already 10 o’clock by the time I hit the shopping centers since I was too lazy to get up as early as the more enthusiastic shoppers. I circled in the parking lot like a vulture and finally found myself a parking space. To my disappointment, the $30 DVD player was sold out. Finally I went to Home Depot after looking at all the stuff I could not afford at Best Buy and Circuit City for an hour. It was with a heavy heart that I returned the ax in order to get the money back. I am not sure which was worse, not be able to find the $30 DVD player or having to return the ax. Today is indeed a black Friday for me, for I have lost my amazing ax.
Saturday, December 06, 2003: The Christmas time is coming soon but the Christmas time is a cold time for some, because of the wintry weather, and because they are reminded of their lonely lives, seeing from afar the luckier others who bath in the warmth of loved ones. Have you ever woken up wondering if a certain memory was merely an illusory mirage? If we all hold tight to our hearts a phantasmal past, then mine was a blissful one, a sweet May that never came. Happy holiday season everyone!
Saturday, January 10, 2004: What a crazy holiday season this past month was! It was certainly not designed for a hermit like me. Amongst all the commotion my father had a heart attack, which took him a week to recover. This unfortunate incident plus the news of the mad cow disease in America have driven my whole family to become vegetarians who cheat heavily on their diets with fish, shrimps and chicken. Now whenever we eat together, we smile at each other both knowingly and cryptically, maybe even a little mischievously, understanding that we are cheating on our diets. We are a damned people who live under the constant temptations of meat and flesh. Anyway, happy new year everyone!
Saturday, February 14, 2004: Today is a very special holiday called the Valentine's Day. I made a web page for the girl who said I looked better without my glasses on, but she has not been online for months. Hopefully she will get to see it. I used pink as the background, which is her favorite color, and I put a big red heart on it, because I have a big heart.
Sunday, July 04, 2004: Independence Day, as you all know, is a holiday when people go to the movie theaters and watch sci-fi films. But I ran out of money this year so I didn't go. Oh well, most sci-fi films are horribly nowadays anyway, but I am going to see AVP: Alien vs. Predator next month. Hopefully it will be a good film.
Sunday, September 31, 2004: I finally saw the movie AVP: Alien vs. Predator. Predators all died and one alien got on board of predator's ship in the end, so the aliens won, sort of. Aliens always win. Humanoid life forms suck, because humans are so weak, anything that resembles humans suck by association. I took a walk outside tonight. There are lots of Halloween decorations around because today is Halloween. It's pretty cold out there so I didn't get to see any ax murderers, I guess they are lazy and took the night off. A few friendly neighbors said "hi" to me. I smiled at them and said "hi" back but what I was really thinking was what bloody deaths those people would've endured if there really was an ax murderer roaming about the Pinellas County.
Thursday, November 25, 2004: Today is Thanksgiving. As I shared a nice turkey dinner with my parents, I started thinking if and what I should get them for Christmas, perhaps nothing? That will be a nice family tradition, so that we don't waste any money on useless gifts and cards. One day when I have children of my own, I will make them sit in my lap on Christmas night and tell them about our family tradition, and that's why they will be getting no present.
Friday, December 24, 2004: I got my parents some gifts after all, a bread maker machine for my mom and a memory stick for my dad. I went to their house and hid the presents there, hopefully it will be a nice surprise for them when they've come back from their dinner party. Merry Christmas everybody!
Sunday, January 02, 2005: I had been thinking about a new year's resolution, but finally gave it up so I wouldn't be disappointed at myself. If I had to make one though, it would be to go outside more often. I haven't been to the outside much in the last couple years. It's time to finally buy that ax for good and keep it. Last time I roamed the neighborhood, I only had a crossbow and couple ninja swords on me.
Monday, February 14, 2005: Today is the Valentine's Day, and just like how it had been in the past, I don't have a date. I saw the movie "Troy" on DVD couple days ago, and that movie speaks the truth: women are trouble, especially pretty blonds. Women are the cause of war, death and destruction in this world, and it might be fortunate that I don't have a girl. On the other hand, if you the reader have a girlfriend or boyfriend, then I hope you a happy Valentine's Day! As long as your date isn't blond anyway.
"I am Sarah, I pick mushrooms here everyday!" The little girl exclaimed.
"VERY WELL, LITTLE SARAH, THEN A MUSHROOM YOU SHALL BECOME!"
And with that little Sarah was turned into a big white mushroom.
THE END
Moral of the story: Children shouldn't talk to strangers.
P.S. My old blogs (AOL Hometown is gone!):
Friday, April 26, 2002: My parents are kicking me out of the house. I will soon be homeless. With this in mind I am buying a place. Hopefully my mortgage will get approved. There is no reason why a working young man like myself can't find a place to stay.
Friday, May 10, 2002: I got fired today. My banker told me that my mortgage had been approved, so now I am unemployed and have lots of bills to pay. I will come up with lots of financial plans to try to deal with the situation. As badly as it may seem, I am full of hope for the future.
Tuesday, May 14, 2002: I got the privilege of taking care of my visiting 6 years old cousin from Ohio today, while his father (my uncle) and my dad hang out. So I drove the little guy around and then I came up with an idea for a good practical joke, I told him that I was going to give him away to a stranger for couple days. You should've seen his little innocent face filled with terror, he almost cried. But he was a real trooper and I took him home after couple hours of aimless driving in my airtight car without an A/C on a sunny Florida summer afternoon. We both sweated profusely. It was a good day spent bonding with my little cousin from Ohio, and it made me re-examine my family values.
Saturday, June 1, 2002: I sent some of my online friends my pictures from visiting Disney. A female friend of mine thinks that I look much better without the glasses on. I think she was just being nice. Girls from online have a tendency not to talk to me anymore after I send them my pictures. I guess it's a sign that I am ugly. I have a good heart though, and that's what's really important . . . I think. Anyway from now on I will only send pictures of myself without the glasses.
Monday, June 3, 2002: I came up with 2 more plans for my financial future. Now I have 3 plans. Plan A) I will keep borrowing money and buy homes and lease them. I call it the "Slum Lord Plan." My banker friend says it's too risky and I might go bankrupt since I don't have a job and the plan counts entirely on rents with no backup options. What does he know? Bankers are idiots. Plan B) I will get some girls and start an escort service. Plan C) I will buy a Japanese bake machine and sell fresh bread at a busy street corner. Right now none of these options look good. But I will figure something out.
Thursday, June 6, 2002: More plans! Plan D) I am getting into all those "money-making system" emails that I receive. I should be rich soon. It cost me a lot of money just to purchase the learning materials on those systems though. They'd better work. Plan E) I got inspiration for this one from watching TV: Hex the private eye! I will be a private detective. Target customer base: rich people who suspect that their spouses are cheating on them. I have my digital camera and I am a professional.
Friday, June 7, 2002: I am getting a cell phone. Can't be a slumlord without a cell phone and cool shades. I am also working on getting the muscle guys. But I probably can't afford those goons until I actually own the slum.
Sunday, June 9, 2002: My material for plan D came in, all for the cheap price of $180, and it will teach me how to get rich. Oh boy am I excited. I have a plan, I am focused and I have the personal powers. I am also unemployed, but I figure the first three will cancel the last one out with leftover. In fact I finished reading chapter 1 already, there are 24 chapters in total. Lots of readings, lots of future hopes. One day when I am successful I shall write a book called "My Struggle." Hitler wrote one too, only mine will be better.
Monday, June 10, 2002: Today I got bored, which was understandable since I was unemployed. My solution: shopping. I went shopping for stuff and drove for 3 hours from shop to shop. I busted a total of around 100 bucks. I cannot recall exactly what I bought, but the important thing was that I came home happy. I think I am getting in touch with my feminine side, which as you probably know, is important for a man's personal growth.
Tuesday, June 11, 2002: I went shopping again, it's becoming a habit. I busted another 100 bucks. Among my miscellaneous purchases there were these quality garbage bags for trashcans of 4 gallons in size. I bought 110 of them. I know a good deal when I see one, and you can never have too many garbage bags.
Wednesday, June 12, 2002: I asked another girl if she would be interested in pursuing a career in private entertainment. She turned me down. That's two rejections already. Plan B is sure not going very well, but as they say, if first you don't succeed, try and try again! With that in mind I went and bought more garbage bags, cause the ones I bought yesterday were too small and didn't work for me.
Thursday, June 13, 2002: I became really bored so I went to the mall and spent 300 bucks. Help me. My name's Hex, and I am an addict. On a side note, I saw the movie "The sum of all fears" in the mall this afternoon, a very interesting film. My friend Greebo suggested that I should go and find a job several days ago. Today after watching that film I think I will apply to the CIA. Maybe I will get to meet the president one day, whoever that might be, and save him from a nuclear explosion.
Friday, June 14, 2002: Have you ever tried to get a loan before? The process is excruciating. It's like how you feel every time before you need to use the toilet. Oh the suspense! It's just too much for me! Maybe I won't have to borrow from my credit cards so much if the loan is approved, or it is at least an opportunity for me to borrow more money in addition to my credit cards.
Monday, June 17, 2002: Today's just been a bad day in general. Usually I can pick up a bad thing or two to talk about, but today everything has been bad. For instance, I saw a baby at the mall today. I wanted to steal her candy, but I thought the mother was watching me, so I had to leave. Actually it only happened in my mind, but you get the picture of how bad my day was. When I arrived home, I got a voice mail from my banker saying that my loan request had been declined because I was unemployed. I guess I will just keep getting more credit cards now.
Thursday, June 20, 2002: Unlike yesterday, today I didn't spend $100. So today I have saved $100! I think I have found plan F, thriftiness! The problem is that I have no income, thus not really anything to save except my savings, which are running dry quickly anyway. I was in a complete shock when I first realized that, but then I ate a large bowl of ice cream and felt much better.
Monday, June 24, 2002: My father is willing to work with me on plan D, the moneymaking systems that I mail ordered. Phase one, he's borrowing and putting down $120k in the system by pledging his house and varies other assets to the bank's equity loan, as well as borrowing from his retirement plan. That's a lot of faith by a man who's looking to retire in about 6 years. I will just say the same thing I had said before, this moneymaking system had better work, or we would all be living on the streets and using public bathrooms.
Friday, July 5, 2002: I went to the international plaza with my parents today. The international plaza is a very expensive shopping center consists of a large mall and lots of restaurants near the Tampa airport. We became very hungry after looking at shoes, bags, clothes and whatnot that we cannot afford for 3 hours. My mother had a brilliant idea that we should just taste each of food court's free samples to cure our hunger. That was nice, but I was still hungry because I had nothing to eat since the morning. Finally we found a buffet place and we all ate and ate until we could hardly walk. Then we went home and suffered the entire night from overly filled stomachs. We almost all threw up too. I think I like buffets.
Wednesday, July 10, 2002: I stayed home all morning until I got bored, then I went shopping again. After spending a bit over the usual 100 bucks, I was stopped at a parking lot by couple young guys who tried to sell me some digital audio speakers. They told me their story of how a shipping order was messed up so they received some extra speakers and how they wanted to sell them for fast cash instead of letting their boss take them at the end of the day. Supposedly the 5-speaker system plus the 2 subwoofers are worth $4,000. They insisted on cash only so I went to a bank and withdrew some cash. We came to an agreement and I ended up paying them $260. What a deal! I wanted to thank the guys for such a great deal so I called the phone number one of the guys gave me. It turned out that he gave me the wrong number! Oh well, I am still happy although I cannot thank those guys properly. I hope the speakers will work once I hook them up.
Thursday, July 11, 2002: My friend suggested that the speakers I got yesterday might be "hot," by that he meant those were probably stolen. I told him that it's just another life's mystery that no one will ever be sure of. My father called me up at 6:30 PM and asked me to go on a house tour with him and couple Realtors cause he suddenly developed an urge to look at expensive homes. We spend several hours looking at a lot of very nice houses, but my father didn't tell the Realtors that he could not afford any of them. I didn't either. Afterwards we bought and ate a large pizza at a pizza hut. For half an hour my father complained about the pizza being too expensive and too salty, then we went home.
Friday, July 12, 2002: My almost decade-old car has some holes in its body paint, so I bought some spray-on white paint from Wal-Mart to fix them. Apparently using spray-on paint to fix car paint was a very poor choice, the paint just went in all directions messing up the windows and mirrors. The wind even blew some of it onto my clothes. Oh well, I guess no one can fix everything. The only thing that really bothers me is that I have to live with a partially white thumb for couple days.
Monday, July 15, 2002: My father and I were out tonight befriending some illegal Mexican immigrants that we met. Soon after we split with our new friends, my father and I became very hungry because we both didn't have much to eat all day. We found a drive-thru Checkers to buy some combo meals. It cost about 8 dollars and 50 cents and my father insisted that I paid. Anyway I happened to have just 9 dollars in my wallet, so he took them all and kept the change. Now I am all out of cash. I will always remember that it was a Checkers cashier who took the last of my dollars, and my own father, my last cent.
Monday, July 22, 2002: I recently had my birthday and received $50 for it. With this newfound wealth I can finally eat again. My mind is not on such small details however, for I have finally received a copy of the contract I convinced my parents to sign. Long at last plan D was in action. With a heavy heart I told my now 130k-in-debt father that the moneymaking system had better work. He merely gave me a stern look and said "Yeah, but it was YOUR idea." Bummer. His sense for shifting possible blames is as keen as mine, but perhaps I got those genes from him. My mother remained unconvinced and reserved in the matter, but she's an opportunist, not a planner like myself.
Monday, August 19, 2002: Several people asked me why I haven't written more entries for the last few weeks. There are a lot of reasons, but a large part of it was that I had to work very hard to fix everything up in the place I bought. In addition I am under a little stress because I had to go through quite a few credit card applications and cash advances to keep up with the utility bills and mortgage payments. Hopefully I will get bailed out somehow before the introductory no-interest periods of these new cards start to run out. To that end, I still have a lot of faith in my plan D, the moneymaking systems. Even though I am not a particularly religious man, I know that ultimately without faith, we have nothing.
Friday, August 23, 2002: My father decided that he would give me $90 every month in return for me doing little errands for him. That means, according to my calculations, I will have $3.00 dollars everyday for food, which amounts to $1.00 for every meal assuming 3 meals a day, or $1.50 for every meal assuming 2 meals a day, if my mathematics were correct. I have done some research on the price of foods, and it seems that a person can eat quite well on $3.00 a day, even if he doesn't cook everything himself. This is what my daily menu would look like: breakfast: a small cup of milk and cereal, lunch: microwave jumbo size cheese burger & water, dinner: half an apple and a choice between 3 selections, microwave lean pockets, microwave cat fish snack or a quarter can of condensed beef soup, plus two pieces of bread. That will leave me with approximately 28 cents for the day, which is just enough to get a 12 oz can soda of my choice, assuming that I bought them at a volume discount store such as the Sam's Club. Wal-Mart is a little bit more expensive. I plan on buying a 24 can block every month, that means I will not have soda for 6 days in an average month (except in February where there would be only 4 of these "lean days"). This will also leave me with a saving of $1.68 every month, which will be available for my consumption pleasure. My daily calories will be around 1750, with 35% of it coming from the fat in the jumbo size cheeseburger. As long as all of it burn up though, my health will be fine. This plan shows that with meticulous calculations, a person can always survive well even with limited resources.
Sunday, August 25, 2002: Today I was finally kicked out of my parents' house, 4 months after they started the "eviction" process, not formally of course. Some of you may be wondering from reading my last entry what "consumption pleasure" I could possibly derive from a mere $1.68 every month, the answer was "Top Ramen Noodle Soup." In fact, $1.68 is enough to buy about 12 packs of top ramen at a volume discount store. I think I may even be able to survive on them. Anyway now that I am poor and living by myself, the future looks like one big possibility.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002: I sent a 450-dollars money order to a stranger today, somebody from eBay. I hope that once he receives the money, he will send me the computer parts that he had for sale. One of my online friends suggested that I should do Cash-On-Delivery only, but I think I can trust our friendly eBay sellers. Oh boy am I excited to get those old computer parts. I will surely put them to good use.
Wednesday, September 11, 2002: It's been over two weeks and I still haven't received anything from the eBay seller. This event has prompted me to think deeply about the human nature and start writing a brief treatise on ethics. Far more importantly though, I found out that the 9/11 anniversary has truly become a grief day for me personally, because I have run out of microwave food. I shall face certain hunger, despair and adversities with my characteristic bravery, for things will only get worse from here.
Wednesday, October 02, 2002: I haven't seen the sun for a while. I plan on doing so tomorrow if there is a chance. The housing management sent me a letter couple weeks ago that I got when I last checked my mail, which was sometime last week. It said something about if I don't fix my front window blinds soon, they will turn the matter over to their legal office in 10 days. I think it's already past the deadline. Damn lawyers, always trying to screw someone. Things like this makes me want to buy a handgun from the Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart sells handguns and shotguns just right beside their toys section. There is no need to worry about kids shooting everyone in the Wal-Mart though, you have to be over 21 to purchase munitions there. The good news is that everyone can buy BB guns.
Monday, October 14, 2002: I got my new black and white LaserJet printer last week, but I could not use it because SAMSUNG decided to be cheap and not include a cable with the printer. Hopefully I will be able to get a cable later today. I should've stolen some cables when I had the chance 6 months earlier. The moral here is that if you can liberate something, do it while you can cause you never know what you might need later.
Saturday, November 2, 2002: I didn't do anything for Halloween. I felt guilty about it so I ate some candies, and then I went to see the president across the street with my parents and two republican friends of theirs. My parents and I were picked by couple secret service ladies to sit behind the president. Several speakers gave brief speeches, and then George Bush and his brother Jeb Bush came out. We sat behind them and waved little US flags every time they stopped speaking to let people applause and cheer. I had finally seen the president in person, and next time I will surely save him from a nuclear explosion.
Monday, November 25, 2002: The garbage truck comes 3 times a week to pick up the garbage around here. The movie "Commando" has the garbage truck as its opening scene, where the garbage men were really assassins and they used automatic assault rifles to kill the poor sap who ran out to have his garbage picked up. Ever since I saw that movie I have been suspicious about garbage trucks. I mean, for real, how do you know the next garbage truck that comes to your door won't be carrying psychotic killers? At least we all know the mailman is already postal. I am going to take my trash out and check my mail now so wish me luck please.
Thursday, December 19, 2002: The holiday season is here, and everywhere radio stations are playing the Christmas songs. This reminded me of last year's holiday season. It was all jolly and happy and I was very much into the spirit of the whole thing, then on January 2nd, which was a Tuesday, everything ended abruptly. On the surface January 2nd is only 1 day after the holiday season, but in reality that is the day farthest away from the whole thing. People have a whole new year of work to look forward to, and it is the most unhappy and depressing time in the year, because as we all know, most people are lazy. In fact last January 2nd was so harsh for me personally, that I ended up in jail literally. I think the cop who arrested me also harassed me sexually, but I didn't file any complains.
Friday, December 27, 2002: I had a good Christmas. Lots of free food and all, so if you had a crappy one, sucks to be you but mine was fine. I even got a Christmas card this year, it was from my bank, sent to its customers for appreciating their business. Inside the Christmas card there were also some address stamps for me, so I don't have to write my address on the envelope anymore when I prepare a letter. I appreciate the gesture even though I print all my envelopes now. I hope all of you readers have had a happy Christmas. Even if you haven't, there's always the next year.
Sunday, January 5, 2003: Happy New Year everyone! My new year's resolution was to paint the top of my car because the original paint was dropping off and leaving it looking like a zebra. To make a long story short, instead of drying overnight, the liquid paint absorbed a massive amount of night dew and started dripping down from all sides and made the windows looking zebra as well. I think it was the wrong kind of paint. Oh well, since I lost the receipt, the paint cannot be returned to the store. I will try this again before giving up and use a different type of paint, after all, persistence has its rewards.
Monday, February 17, 2003: This is a bit late but happy Valentine's Day everyone! Know how lucky you are if you spent the day with a special someone, but even if you spent it alone, you can always come and join my club because I was alone the whole day. I spent Sunday with my parents and got a haircut. I was going to let a barber do it, but my father said let him do it and so I did. I saved 10 bucks but he cut my right ear and I bled. Overall it was a nice haircut though especially since it was free.
Wednesday, February 19, 2003: I had to visit my bank this afternoon. They charged me $30 twice for a total sum of $60, because my checking account ran out of money and I overdrew. If you are poor like me, don't ever overdraw, cause banks are the kind of organization that will kick a dog when it's down. They hardly ever lend you money when you really need it either, and they report your financial activities to the IRS. To combat the many evil banks of America, I've decided to create my own bank. If you ever need to make a cash deposit, please let me know.
Sunday, April 06, 2003: A lot of excitement lately, with the war in Iraq going on and all. In my quiet little corner of the world however, a different kind of conflict existed tonight, a battle of wits against a toad. You read that correctly people, when I drove home tonight I discovered that there was a little toad in my car right in front of me sitting on the display panel. As it looked at me and I it, I knew what I would do. I would attempt to capture the toad after I get home! For half an hour it sat there not moving an inch, but just as I parked the car, the toad had disappeared from my view. I looked around, and saw it sitting on the driver side door. It leaped out as soon as I opened the door and then it was gone forever. While I had my battle plan, the toad had its own version. It knew exactly when I had parked my car, and it had the perfect strategy of taking control of the situation. This incident has renewed my respect in all lives amphibian. Bravo little toad, bravo, you are surely a worthy adversary.
Saturday, August 09, 2003: I had my 26th birthday recently. Year by year time flies like a banana in my advanced age. The occasional visiting insects, spiders or lizards of my apartment made me realize that I kill the majority of my guests now. It rained this afternoon and by evening I heard the symphony of one thousand frogs.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003: I was in Atlanta Georgia last weekend with my parents, 8 hours away by driving. Since we were pretty tired by early evening, the time we got there, we had to check in a hotel, money that we didn't really want to waste on something such as a room but had to. I drove to a hotel called "Omni Hotel" that was right beside the CNN news center, and watched the hotel people drove our car away in a service called "Valet Parking," which really felt like they were stealing our car. Anyway after we took a three hour nap in the room, my mother started looking at maps for another hotel/inn and my father started calling them asking for prices, and we found one that was less than half price of Omni. Half an hour later we packed up and went downstairs and complained about the noise generated by their evening musical party. My mother even made up a story that her heart condition was heavily affected by the noise, that she could die if she stayed another minute. They gave us a refund quickly after that. We did a lot of things in Atlanta, like visiting the CNN news center or the Coca-Cola center, but the happiest thought on our way back to Florida was that we had saved 100 bucks on our hotel room, and this happy moment will be remembered and treasured by each of us forever.
Saturday, November 01, 2003: I didn't do anything for Halloween this year since I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, witches or other superstitions. I can honestly say that I am a rational man. This afternoon I tried to put couple couches in the dumpster, but they were too big, so I went to the Home Depot and bought the biggest and heaviest ax they had, then I came back and started chopping the couches with it. A girl who walked by saw me doing it and asked if she could help, so I let her chop for couple minutes. She did quite a lot of damage, but I became a little scared of her because she really put her back into it when she chopped. She told me that she was in the army for two years. Anyway after she walked away I successfully finished the job. What an exercise that was. I think I will keep the ax. It's a real chick magnet.
Friday, November 28, 2003: This morning there was a thing called “the black Friday madness,” where people go on a mad shopping spree starting at 6 or 7 o’clock in the morning and ends at noon. It was the first time I’ve heard about this so I decided to go and take a peek at some stores in the morning. Why so early you ask? Because some people have to work on this Friday and the stores don’t want to lose potential customers. It was already 10 o’clock by the time I hit the shopping centers since I was too lazy to get up as early as the more enthusiastic shoppers. I circled in the parking lot like a vulture and finally found myself a parking space. To my disappointment, the $30 DVD player was sold out. Finally I went to Home Depot after looking at all the stuff I could not afford at Best Buy and Circuit City for an hour. It was with a heavy heart that I returned the ax in order to get the money back. I am not sure which was worse, not be able to find the $30 DVD player or having to return the ax. Today is indeed a black Friday for me, for I have lost my amazing ax.
Saturday, December 06, 2003: The Christmas time is coming soon but the Christmas time is a cold time for some, because of the wintry weather, and because they are reminded of their lonely lives, seeing from afar the luckier others who bath in the warmth of loved ones. Have you ever woken up wondering if a certain memory was merely an illusory mirage? If we all hold tight to our hearts a phantasmal past, then mine was a blissful one, a sweet May that never came. Happy holiday season everyone!
Saturday, January 10, 2004: What a crazy holiday season this past month was! It was certainly not designed for a hermit like me. Amongst all the commotion my father had a heart attack, which took him a week to recover. This unfortunate incident plus the news of the mad cow disease in America have driven my whole family to become vegetarians who cheat heavily on their diets with fish, shrimps and chicken. Now whenever we eat together, we smile at each other both knowingly and cryptically, maybe even a little mischievously, understanding that we are cheating on our diets. We are a damned people who live under the constant temptations of meat and flesh. Anyway, happy new year everyone!
Saturday, February 14, 2004: Today is a very special holiday called the Valentine's Day. I made a web page for the girl who said I looked better without my glasses on, but she has not been online for months. Hopefully she will get to see it. I used pink as the background, which is her favorite color, and I put a big red heart on it, because I have a big heart.
Sunday, July 04, 2004: Independence Day, as you all know, is a holiday when people go to the movie theaters and watch sci-fi films. But I ran out of money this year so I didn't go. Oh well, most sci-fi films are horribly nowadays anyway, but I am going to see AVP: Alien vs. Predator next month. Hopefully it will be a good film.
Sunday, September 31, 2004: I finally saw the movie AVP: Alien vs. Predator. Predators all died and one alien got on board of predator's ship in the end, so the aliens won, sort of. Aliens always win. Humanoid life forms suck, because humans are so weak, anything that resembles humans suck by association. I took a walk outside tonight. There are lots of Halloween decorations around because today is Halloween. It's pretty cold out there so I didn't get to see any ax murderers, I guess they are lazy and took the night off. A few friendly neighbors said "hi" to me. I smiled at them and said "hi" back but what I was really thinking was what bloody deaths those people would've endured if there really was an ax murderer roaming about the Pinellas County.
Thursday, November 25, 2004: Today is Thanksgiving. As I shared a nice turkey dinner with my parents, I started thinking if and what I should get them for Christmas, perhaps nothing? That will be a nice family tradition, so that we don't waste any money on useless gifts and cards. One day when I have children of my own, I will make them sit in my lap on Christmas night and tell them about our family tradition, and that's why they will be getting no present.
Friday, December 24, 2004: I got my parents some gifts after all, a bread maker machine for my mom and a memory stick for my dad. I went to their house and hid the presents there, hopefully it will be a nice surprise for them when they've come back from their dinner party. Merry Christmas everybody!
Sunday, January 02, 2005: I had been thinking about a new year's resolution, but finally gave it up so I wouldn't be disappointed at myself. If I had to make one though, it would be to go outside more often. I haven't been to the outside much in the last couple years. It's time to finally buy that ax for good and keep it. Last time I roamed the neighborhood, I only had a crossbow and couple ninja swords on me.
Monday, February 14, 2005: Today is the Valentine's Day, and just like how it had been in the past, I don't have a date. I saw the movie "Troy" on DVD couple days ago, and that movie speaks the truth: women are trouble, especially pretty blonds. Women are the cause of war, death and destruction in this world, and it might be fortunate that I don't have a girl. On the other hand, if you the reader have a girlfriend or boyfriend, then I hope you a happy Valentine's Day! As long as your date isn't blond anyway.
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