what keeps you going?

hilarious. don't pay any attention to the comedian guy..

Funniest Laugh Ever

he's endearing.. i just want to bite him.

it's the first day of spring and i'm freezing my ass off. it's sunny but cold.. 37 degrees right now. brrrr.

so i went to go play some poker after work last night.. i realized that i had left my license at home.. they don't usually card me since most of the employees know me.. (sad, i know).. however, there was a new security guard at the entrance.. i pulled out my expired license which i keep in my wallet and he let me in.. anyway.. while i was waiting for my seat i decided to hit the paigow table.. bad idea. i blew 100 in less than ten minutes. stupid, stupid. after that, i walked away.. one of the dealers was like.. "just play 4/8 for a bit since it might be a while".. why not.. so this korean ahjusshi sprints to grab seat number 5.. i, in turn.. get seat 6.. whatevers. i don't have a preference as to which seat i get like some people. first hand was shitty, i muck. it kept coming like that until i was big blind. pocket 10's. i was forced to play.. i mean i would have played them anyway.. but this was the first hand that i actually decide to play.. flop comes 10 6 4 hearts.. i thought about betting since there was a flush out there.. and someone could catch the fourth one.. he checked. i checked. there were two other players in the pot which made it $12 total.. you need a minimum of $10 in order to qualify for a jackpot. turn is a queen.. and i yell to the dealer.. "one more".. bam. a 10. woot woot. i didn't even look to see how much quad 10's paid out. $500, baby. gyeah. first hand i play i hit a jackpot. mister man in seat 5 wasn't too happy. hah. oh yeah, i also hit a royal flush two weeks ago. i flopped that sucker. unbelievable, eh? that didn't pay much though. i had to run home and get my passport though since my id wasn't valid.

random sf pics.

 
robin williams house.. near china beach. i couldn't capture the entire house in one shot.. it was that big.

on the boat ride to alcatraz.. i'm quite the photographer if i do say so myself. =]

part of alcatraz.

i almost humped this.

on the boat ride again..

awesome.

china town is hugeeeeeeee.

in-n-out.

this guy was on pier 39 doing his thing. he wouldn't continue unless you gave him money.. one chick tried to put in a dime but he refused to accept it. hahah.

we also spent a lot of time on haight street. so many cool little boutiques there.. 

i need to start taking iron pills or something.. i was diagnosed with anemia a while ago.. but totally disregarded it.. now it's catching up with me.. i have absolutely no energy and am unable to stay awake.. last night, i was in bed by 8.. i friggin missed prison break.. =/ sigh.

i applied this bronzer to the untanned parts of my face.. it didn't work.. people keep staring at me.. the parts where my sunglasses didn't cover.. it's so tanned.. and the other section.. it's so pale..

i'm going to really start incorporating traveling into my life. places to visit this year.. (no particular order).. new york, vegas, japan. anyone down?

hello.

did you guys miss me?

besides looking like a friggin raccoon now (getting sun burnt with huge ass sunglasses on is not cool.. the burn has rolled over into a tan.. so half my face looks like i haven't washed it in years).. san francisco was pretty fun. it's basically a larger seattle. i have a crapload of pictures to post.. that will come later.. i just got back into town last night and i'm pooped. i think i've gained at least 15 pounds from this trip.. grubbed on some very delicious food.. saw some eh.. unusual things. h&m is now favorite store. damn, i wish they had one up here. talk about a bargain.. we went there a second time to purchase more clothes.. that westfield mall is gigantic.. now that's what you call a mall. china beach was gorgeous.. and what the hell?! $3.77 for gas?? and i'm whining about paying $2.75 a gallon.. dizam. oh yeah.. in-n-out does not have the best burgers.. good gracious.. i couldn't understand what all the fuss is about.. tasted like a regular burger to me.. i much prefer a whopper.. =P

from getting lost in golden gate park trying to find the damn japanese tea garden -- a place we could have easily visited here..  to meeting the "holy, sacred" tibetan man.. to getting bitched out in chinatown (that place is huge).. oooh weeee, it was a memorable experience to say the least..

i guess it's really not where you are.. but who you're with that makes it all worth while.. special..

and now i'm back in the office.. sigh. i'd love to just drop everything, pack a backpack.. and travel around the world.. one can only dream..

i can't stand anyone here. someone's always bitching to me about a coworker.. nice.. so and so was just ranting on about your ass ten minutes ago. shut up, shut up.. gahhhhh.

i went and played in a tourney. it started at 9am.. i made it to the final table but didn't finish in the money. so i was done with that at about 10:30ish.. i played poker from 9am until 3pm the next day. yup.. 30 hours of poker.. nonstop.. and what made me finally leave at 3pm? no, it was not because i was tired or anything like that. i went and played 8/16 at around 1ish.. anyway, it was a kill pot. i had pocket kings.. i raised.. one guy reraises me.. the guy whose kill pot it was calls.. i reraise him.. he caps it.. so 3 players in the pot.. flop comes.. q 3 4.. rainbow. i bet.. both call.. turn is a 6. i put both players on ace high or some shit.. i check which perplexes them.. guy checks. the last guy (his kill pot).. bets. i raise him.. other guy folds.. he just calls. river.. a 5. i bet.. he raises me.. wtf.. he could NOT HAVE POSSIBLY HAD A 2 OR A 7.. NO WAY.. i just call.. and sure enough.. he shows his 2 8 off.. i have never, ever gotten mad at the table.. a beat is a beat.. that's poker.. maybe it was lack of sleep.. but i was infuriated.. the other players at the table were like.. "omg".. of course its OMG.. HE CALLED A CAPPED RAISE WITH AN 8 2 OFF. HE CHASED A GUT SHOT STRAIGHT DRAW.. i lost well over 200 in this one pot.. yeah.. i wanted to wait for his ass in the parking lot and gauge his eyeballs out. ho hum..

i bought a new pair of jeans.. they are friggin awesome.

so i'm off to my real vacation tomorrow. see you guys next week.. i'll definitely be posting a shitload of pics when i get back.

i just found out that my health insurance pays for gym dues.. the only problem is, i'd have to rejoin bally's because that and some women's day spa are the only two that are partnered with this plan.. darn. i hate ballys.. they lack  cardio machines.. i can also get lasik surgery at a significantly reduced cost. i'm contemplating. the only thing is dental.. ahhhhhhhhhh! i have to pay to be seen by a dentist for this infection in my mouth.. out of pocket. i woke up at 3am this morning in a pool of sweat.. the whole right side of my face was throbbing.. i can't even describe how excruciating this shiet is. the ibuprofen isn't effective anymore.. i took four this morning on an empty stomach.. didn't do jack crack.. the bump is now smothering my wisdom tooth.. i brushed it with salt but that didn't help either..

it gets better.. i force myself to go to the gym even though my head felt like it was going to explode.. i get on the rowing machine.. first glide/tug i feel this jolt of pain in my left hamstring.. almost like a.. tear. i stop. i attempt to continue but it literally felt like someone was slicing the muscle.. i tried to stand up and in an instant, i fell on my ass. sigh.. now i'm walking funny.. it hurts. i'm a complete mess and i know i'm whining but this would be the place to do so.. no? this is superb timing, you know. i leave town tomorrow, and i'm on a plane to cali next week. ho hum..

i just spent like fifty effing dollars on stupid mega million tickets.. yeah.. i matched like one number out of all those rows of digits.. bastards.. i had such high hopes, too..

the guy to my left hits quad kings right after i flopped a fuggin set the hand before.. i kept getting dealt a k, q q, good starting hands for goodness sake.. but nooo.. the board. the cards.. hated me tonight.. this evening, you had to play the crappy hands to win a pot.. you got a k? flop is 4 5 6.. ahhhhhhhh. my nemesis.. this.. this.. thing in seat one.. purposely raises my big blind everytime.. ahh.. then the biatch straight up asks.. in her husky, cloudy voice.. (mind you, she shouts this clear across the table to me).. "are you a lesbian?".. wtf.. the guys next to me start giggling like little toddlers.. i replied.. "not that i know of".. the funny thing was.. the chick seated next to her was obviously a dyke. you could so tell.. just one of those things you know..

i'm driving home.. it's dark, right.. so i'm digging for gold in the privacy of my car, jammin to the voice of immortal technique.. on the freeway.. this beat up sentra with six passengers packed like a can of sardines.. pulls up to my left.. the fat fuck sticks his head out the window.. surprisingly he fit.. and imitates me in this exaggerated manner. hardy har har. um, elementary school? how can people be so immature that they cannot handle seeing a stranger picking their nose. so i look at them and start to pick my other nostril.. and i drove off.

someone, please hand me a pair of pliers so i can yank this damn wisdom tooth out.. the continuous throbbing pain.. it's leaking in my ear, causing me to have the worst ear ache right now. i'm miserable. i feel like grabbing a knife and slicing my jaw off.. someone drown in this misery with me. my coworker informed me that it's possible the bump may bust and all this "poison" will squirt out.. she warnned me not to swallow it.. making it sound like i'm going to die if i do.. is there any truth behind this??

i think i may suffer from narcolepsy..

ladies and gentlemen.. this is the best smelling perfume i have come across in a very long time.. kind of pricey.. $80 a bottle but when i made the purchase.. it came with all these free gifts.. well worth it. the scent actually stays throughout the day.. my nostrils are jumping for joy right now. five stars..

the weather is perfect right now.. sunny, with a slight breeze that follows you..

mmm. i have salmon for lunch.. na na na boo boo.

lazy people irk me. brush your got damn hair before you arrive to work. i don't care how much money you have or don't have.. have some class. (damn, i used 'have' one too many times there..) ugh. i'm not saying let's spend three hours prettying ourselves up.. nothing like that. pft.. i take a few minutes to get ready, but i present myself with decency.

moving along..

what's up with everyone bashing on religion? is this the "in" thing to do nowadays? turds. additionally.. checking yourself into rehab is oh-so-totally-cool. like, if you haven't done this yet.. you're so.. "uncool"..

i need new glasses. my vision is rapidly getting worse.. =/ yelp.. i found some dior frames at costco..

 
pretty nice, huh? $59.99! that's a steal.. but they only accept one brand of insurance at costco. i'll just have to go someplace else.. but at least everything's covered..

mondays are so, so slow.. sigh..