March 2007 Archives

For those who have no idea what's going on or don't read the other parts of my blog, I'm very sick lately and a few people have been asking what the 'real' reason behind my delaying of idioPod #10. Well, here it is.

This is a really short episode, not even two minutes. I can't talk very much because it hurts when I do. My voice goes in and out and sometimes I really have to try to get noise to come out.

I was tempted to make this a subscriber only podcast but I just want you all to know what's going on.

I named it idioPod 9 Part 2 because well, I lacked anything else to call it.

So, yeah, listen: idioPod 9 Part 2: I'm Really Sick

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When I said I was getting sick, I was right. I have some kind of fluish stuff now. I went to work for a few hours yesterday but had to leave since I was really slow and sluggish. Not something I really needed to do but I couldn't stay. Usually when I leave early it's because I'm tired of working but this time it was really because I was sick.

Today is Kate's birthday party thing but I can't really go because I am supposed to work tonight and I'm sick too. With a one person income in her household, I don't think that she can afford to get sick. It's a shame because I wanted to do something sweet for her today.

Soooo happy birthday Kate. Sorry that I am sick.

Hopefully I'll be better later. I have to force myself to go to work today.

Needless to say, my podcast is delayed a few days until I get my voice back. (I sound horrible too.)

I started getting sick yesterday with something similar to the flu I guess. Someone from Australia (not naming any names, Micky) gave me a call really early this morning and I can't seem to go back to sleep. I guess when I picked up the phone, he hung up. I found out that I'm super sick today so I can't do a podcast at all. My throat is really hurting from me having to clear my throat so much and coughing. Not good recording material.

My doctor appointment has been made for late this week. I guess I get to throw another $350 down the crapper so to speak. I guess it could be worse. I could have to go today. And I hope I'm better then (which I should be).

I really think that I got this from Jesús though. I had to skip work yesterday because that's when I started feeling like junk. I have to at least attempt to go to work today because I'm out of paid leave. Plus I have no idea what I work starting tomorrow.

I've been spending too much money on junk I don't need. (Mostly food) I need to stop.

I'm going to try to go back to sleep, I guess. Good luck to me.

I will have a new podcast episode next week. I promise.

Jesus Christ. I never thought I'd get the essential documents from my agent that I needed but I got them. And of course, about one minute after I got it, I started my work on my new visa.

Well, I have to get another chest x-ray, do another medical exam, get an HIV test and get tested for Hepatitis B and C. How much fun is that. That's going to cost a pretty penny so I'm sure I won't be getting a new laptop before I leave.

And of course, now I do know when I'll be leaving. The document I got back said I have to be in Australia about 1 week earlier than I expected so now I really, really have to leave when planned.

So now I have to make an appointment with the doctor. Normally, I wouldn't have to do all of this but since I'll be working in hospitals, I have to. And all these tests will have to be clean and remain clean.

My boyfriend is off to Malaysia tomorrow. Not me.

That's it. I'm getting tired. I thought I might do a podcast episode tomorrow. Who knows. Goodnight.

I thought this is worth blogging about. I'm in a good mood today. I feel... awesome!

I woke up early to call in to work (as I call it, I called in "dead" where I pretty much tell them to get bent). I thought I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep but I did. And it was quality sleep too. I am happy to lessen the responsibility load on me.

So I woke up and looked at my phone. I turned off the ringer so if they called me, it wouldn't wake me up. No call. Great.

Then of course I checked my email. I expected to get nothing or some crap from the Democratic Party or Hillary Clinton or Sears but I had one message. And that was from my special guy. That made me happy.

And let me tell you, having Sunday off again rocks! I haven't had a Sunday off in about 9 months.

I've been playing with my Wii again and damn I'm going to miss the thing when I leave. I read on the Nintendo website that Opera for Wii is delayed a month. So that sucks, but oh well.

Thinking back, I've done pretty darn well for myself since I've been back. No real money problems. No real emotional complications.

I would like to go for chinese food today at that restaurant that is nice to me. I'd love to do that.

So I am happy today ladies and gentlemen. You should chat with me today. I probably won't be as negative as I usually am. :)

Everybody have a great day wherever you may be.

Here I am. It's been about a week since my last real weblog entry. I thought I summed up what I had to say in my last podcast.

I'm a bit bummed out because I haven't received much feedback about anything I've done lately. I don't know what the problem is... I do know there is a problem but no one tells me. At the end of the month... in a few days... idiologic.com will be renewed for a year. I thought a few times about just accepting that it's not going to work and quitting. But I think that it's a good thing for me to continue because this is an outlet for my thoughts. Whether people actually read it, that's a different story.

I'm still waiting. Still waiting for the school to get back to me. It's driving me insane. I can't get a set-in-stone date that I leave without hearing from them. Hopefully I'll hear something this week. I need to get on with my life.

I haven't officially quit my other job. I'm going to do that tomorrow morning. I'm sure the money I'll be getting from Dreamhost will make up for it. (As of right now, I get a check for $190.00. This is why I don't have to beg for donations or ask people to buy some ratty-ass, overpriced T-shirts.)

I'm a little crazy right now because Gilbert is with his family in Hong Kong and I can't just call him at a whim. I don't want to embarrass him or anything like that. Usually, after he sees his family, he wants some more attention and then I come along. So that's good for me. He only has to wait a month before I come back. He told me to email him when I can and I haven't done it once since he's been gone. I am such a crappy bf. ;)

Other things are fluttering around in my head... like how I'm not in the mood to go to work or just how much I want some orange chicken. Or something. I'm a bit hungry. So I'll go now. Enjoy.

In this episode, I confess my jealousy towards my partner because he gets to travel. Of course, he hasn't gone "home" for a few years now so he deserves it.

Of course, my party details are outlined. You can read more about it on my Australia page on my website. Look at the top for the yellow "Special".

Updates about my dog are here and my thoughts about bisexuality in general.

Oh yeah, and I'm quitting a job. Just for shits and giggles. (OK, I don't need it really. I never have needed it. Plus I need more time for my family.)

Music by Soulophonic: New York [Soulophonic's Remix] originally by Eskimo Joe (at the end of this episode).

Listen now, or forever hold your peach: idioPod Number 9: Pre-Party Planning

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I'm going to do this survey, but it's not something that I would want someone to look at if they didn't want to... this applies to family or anybody who's easily offended.

I was going to put it on MySpace but it's not something I want to circulate in the virtual world... so read ahead if you want. (It's about sex and being gay... mix the two and you might read something you don't care about.)

Honesty counts for a lot. And Lissy told me that my podcast is too boring to listen to. And of course, I agree. (I've known her virtually for a while now, so I know she means well.) I've been trying to absorb ideas from other podcasts that I feel do a good job. Fortunately, I've been introduced to a few more that I think are good with content.

I did start an Australia page. I hope you read it and send me some feedback.

My website is doing a little better as far as links and stuff go - with people linking to me. I appreciate that deeply.

If you have any feedback... any feedback at all, please let me know. I haven't gotten much. And I would hate to resort to begging.

I had more to say but I can't say anymore. I need sleep. Goodnight.

Oh and I'm green today. Can't pinch me. Happy St. Patrick's Day, yeah?

I've made a special that is about my trip back to Australia. Yes, I know it's early but I thought I'd get a jump start on it just in case. You can go to that page here.

What to expect:

- A special party happens on 4 May 2007.
- 2 Podcast Episodes: 1 of the departure/party and 1 of the Saratoga Lights, live.
- Need your audio... bad.
- Need your input... bad.
- Interesting spots I've been to and how to get to Australia.

Also, the 1 year anniversary of idiologic.com is coming at the end of the month.

Oh yes, and there are a few new photos.

I was going to post what happened last night in a regular weblog entry but I decided to post it in a podcast instead. Curious to what happened? Well it really has to do with the kindness of strangers and me being irresponsible.

(Now that I think about it, did I even finish that story?) If I didn't let me know lol.

I also have a goal of 15 episodes by mid-May. I mean, I've already done 8 so only 7 more. I can pull that off.

I also make a few general comments about John Ong's depression of coming back from Malaysia and missing his family. I know how he feels!

And of course, a public apology!

I also borrowed some music from a friend of mine at the end. Remember to listen to the whole thing - I leave little outtakes at the end.

Special mentions:
Onglinepodcast.com
Ohmypod.net
soulophonic.com (which is in beta)

Don't forget to subscribe in one way or another so I know how many are listening.

Listen: Idiopod 8: Coming Together

It has been a few days, hasn't it? Well, I am in bed and I thought I'd write a few things. I have things swirling in my head and it might just be the smell of Pine Sol (pine scented cleaning stuff). I went to Brandi's and we planned to do a podcast tonight but I sorta got bummed out after a while (and a little woozy) so I went home. It was actually her idea to do one today but something tells me she just wanted some company.

And to let you know, I still have every intention of continuing my podcast. It's not as improved as I'd like it to be right now, but oh well.

I sometimes find myself going through people's MySpace profiles to see how they've changed over the years and my, have some people changed. I actually feel like I am not keeping up with people here in the USA so I visited their MySpace profiles... everybody has one now. Gilbert doesn't though, not that I know of. Something tells me he really doesn't care either. But that's OK.

Speaking of the guy, we had a very long talk the other night. Well, nothing bad really. I have been telling him how I am feeling about how stressed I am at the moment. And as expected, he basically told me to stop focusing on the negative things that contribute to that stress and find another way to look at it. That way, my anxiety will go away and I'll feel better. And that is true. Complaining and whining doesn't get me anywhere.

He asked me what I had to do next and how we may go to The Grampians when I get back. I realized that my sister was going to be leaving about a week before I planned to leave. Really, I guess it depends on when I can get a ticket from California to Australia. If I can't get one that week (the 2nd week of May) then I can shoot for the week after. No later though.

I am going to plan something like a going away party the last week of April (which is coming up). Again, it depends on when I leave. I should get an idea of when I'm leaving later this week.

Oh, and my dog's doing fine. I've been controlling a bit of what he eats and when he drinks, and so far, so good. I still won't let him jump in my bed before I let him out to pee. (And yes, sometimes my dog sleeps next to me. I know there are some people who don't really like that.)

Things are getting better for me though, that is the good news. I haven't been sitting here idly in my "personal space" crying. Work's been demanding and I am trying to spend more time with my family and friends. But I feel like I am balancing them out well.

Probably I should sleep. Goodnight folks.

Damn. Wednesday and Thursday (already) has turned into the days from hell.

I left for work and discovered I had a flat tire. I called in. Instead of sitting around, I mowed the lawn. Everything was OK and I kept wondering if I should head to work after my dad came to my rescue again.

So that happened, I sat around for a while then went to Brandi's. I bring my stuff over there thinking I am going to work on some website stuff and end up not doing it because I get some kind of mental block. So no good there.

I get home, find my dog in my bed. My dog pees in my bed, soaks all my sheets, quilts and mattress. So I go to wash my sheets. Hey, there is no water pressure. So I go outside, thinking the pump on the water well has burnt up. No, the plug that it's plugged into is pretty much dead. So I have to string an extension cord to another outlet. The water pump begins to work again and I wash some of my sheets.

My dog has had some serious bladder control issues lately and I don't know why. I am actually really afraid that there is something wrong with his urinary system. Something with his kidneys or something. I did a little test of his skin and it's really dry and he seems like he's dehydrated. I think I might have to bring him to the vet to get checked out.

Then after that, I get an email from my agent asking me why the payment hasn't been made for my fees, and several attempts to contact Gilbert haven't gone through. I haven't heard from him since last Saturday I think it was. He told me he'd contact me on Wed and didn't do it. But since then, I got an email with his reply to my agent saying that he has sent the payment to her and things should be OK now.

But now I'm to the point where I am extremely depressed. People have me questioning my relationship, my career, my university studies and it doesn't seem to let up. No, it's not just 1 person, it's quite a few. I still have to pay for my student visa, my doctor visit, my eye exam, 2 tires, a vet visit and a plane ticket. And I am just about broke.

I'm just about in tears regarding my poor dog. I couldn't get mad at him for pissing in my bed. I somehow blame my parents for feeding him constantly food he's not supposed to have. If anything happens to my dog, then I am going to need some professional help.

I have some serious family problems that are plaguing my mind. I'm sad over that too. I don't know how to handle it.

At this point, I do need somebody to talk to and unfortunately, when I need my partner to talk to, he's never available. Not physically and not emotionally. And it's hard. There is not really anybody else I want to turn to. Brandi's asleep now and we have to be at work at the same time. I can't sleep very well right now. I guess I could try. I just had to get some stuff out of my head. I'm not looking for sympathy but I sure love my weenie dog. :(

Goodnight folks.

Why in the hell does my aunt insist on forwarding these racist, close-minded, ignorant emails to me?

The last was one called "Can a Good Muslim be a Good American?" Apparently not because they don't believe in the same "God" as the rest of America does. Because everybody knows that only good people are Christians. Um, no. (And that was sarcasm, by the way.)

It doesn't matter where the fuck a person is from. It doesn't MATTER what beliefs they may have. THIS is why people can't get along because people have the mentality that "My god is better than yours" and oh believe me, my aunt is that kind of person. It's funny because she has never come across as the religious type of person. But recently, she is looking more and more stupid as time goes by.

In my opinion, anybody can be a good American. ANYBODY! I don't care if a person's Chinese, Indonesian, Egyptian, Pakistani, or whatever. For the most part, people come here to the USA for a better life - and I hope they find it. A general rule which I think people should live by is the "golden rule" which says "treat others how you want to be treated". And there we go.

That brings me to a good friend of mine who is Muslim. Yes, he's a wonderful guy. He always has been. He's treated me extremely well (though I did not deserve it), he pays his taxes (to the US), he plays tennis, he gets along with others, he treats other people very, very well. When I lived with him, he really went out of his way to help me out just out of the kindness of his heart and ooooh I didn't deserve it. I sat around all day and pretty much did nothing except get in the way. In no circumstance has he done anything out of hatred towards anybody or anything. He loves living in the USA and he loves this country - so how can that make him ANY less American than the rest of us?

But, let's keep in mind, ladies and gentlemen, that this is EXACTLY what our government is like. This is the kind of FEAR that is fed into people's minds and their very souls.

I really, really feel sorry for anybody who lives here who doesn't believe in "THE God" that our country was "founded upon". I really do. Why is this? Because it turns people against people. And it gets them talking before they even KNOW a person. The bullshit has to stop!

I have included the original email/forward as an extended entry because it even hurts me, AS AN AMERICAN, to read such nonsense and hate. Read it at your own will but please be advised: The extended entry in green is NOT, I repeat NOT, how I feel. I am not "forwarding" this because I believe it, I am sharing it to hopefully show you how retarded people can be.

It's fucking hilarious how it's a "warning list". Ooooh you people have NO idea how bad this religious bigotry pisses me off.

You know, I'm extremely lucky to have traveled to other places and met people of various race and religious beliefs. Maybe she just needs to get the fuck out of this state and country and I'll take her somewhere that's not America and leave her there. A place where the majority of people aren't white, Christian dumb fucks and SHOW her that the crap she's sending out is a bunch of stupid crap.

If I had the time, I'd respond to this and forward it to everybody she forwarded it to. That would show her to keep her damned mouth shut and her religious beliefs to herself. And I like the name Muhammad, damn it.

Thank god I don't live here full time.

Say it with me: Hooray for diversity!

BREAD IS BREAD no matter how you slice it.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's been one of those days. Not really one where I'm going to cry and whine about everything though. Today was hard. I had to wake up, go to work, spend my lunch break at the bank and then go to my other job. I did get the whole money thing situated finally. So that's good.

I had some pretty bad news today but I honestly don't want to say what it is. It's not something that really needs to be aired out on a public blog. But I thought about it all day. I thought a lot about a lot of things. I don't think that person (who reads this) would appreciate it either.

I realized today, that bad things happen to good people. Sometimes these bad things can be devastating. I went through some really bad things myself with immigration. I wanted to just crawl in a hole and die. But I kind of like to think that there is always something to learn. Even from the bad things that happen, there is a lesson to be learned. And it's really up to the person that is having the "rotten luck" what to learn from it. Sure, it's easy to say "Learn from it" but do you really have a choice?

I learned a few things about myself too today. I'm a pretty decent guy. I'm mostly kind and genuinely care what happens to people. If I can make someone's day better or give them some hope, I am one happy camper. (Even if it's cold and raining and there are bugs in my tent.) But you know, still, shitty things happen. And shitty things will always happen... no one's life is 100% perfect.

I also realized that I might want children of my own a bit more than I thought. Maybe one or two. But even if I was 1000% straight, I still wouldn't want any until I am financially and emotionally secure. That is what is keeping me from that, oh and the fact that my partner doesn't have ovaries or a vagina. To be able to shape a human life to be a strong person who has the incredible will to help everybody, how great would that be? What I mean is that I think that I would be a great role model. I can sort of see that in my nephews sometimes. I try to be a good uncle.

My partner of several years has been telling me lately that he wants children. It's hard because, well, for obvious reasons. And I think he'd be a good parent... most likely the traditional "all study and no work" Asian parent though. But that's why his career can swallow up all of mine. I'd be the kind of parent that says, "You want to know how this clock works? Let's open it up and see." Or maybe, "Let's go out and do something new, something exciting." Life is like that - a learning process. It always is. I encourage creativity and adventure.

Sometimes I wish I could handle psychology. I bet it would be interesting.

I don't know if all of this means I am growing up or what. A lot of people don't think I can be in a relationship with someone who's there constantly and in a way I see what they mean. But I will have to manage that. I have been thinking about what Brandi and I were arguing about the other night... and though my feelings were hurt a bit... no hard feelings. No doubt her feelings are hurt too for me leaving. A lot of people make perfectly valid points about me leaving, but I will only know if I take the extra step. She says I do base it a lot on ethnicity but some of it is true. ;)

Anyway, I am just in a lot of thought. But goodness I'm tired. I worked for like 16 hours today. No fun. It's time for me to get some rest. Goodnight.

Ah yes, and here:

An updated photo of me from a few days ago after I got my haircut.

This episode was done with lots of interruptions. Brandi, my best friend stars in this episode and to a point, so does Lucas (Brandi's brother).

We talk about the way she feels about me going back to Australia and I end up editing a lot of that out because I felt like it emphasized a lot of the negative aspects on my relationship with my partner. He isn't here to defend himself so I thought it would be best if I took it out. We actually got into a bit of a heated argument too... and the first part of that conversation remained when I kept asking her, "No, tell me why you think the way you do."

We also talked about selling our underwear on the net for profit. Oh yeah, and Brandi's hot, sexy brother-in-law. Well, just read the podcast episode notes for the other things. This podcast was unplanned all the way through...

Actually listening to this podcast makes me smile. I was happy about it because I laughed so much. And to anybody I might offend or hurt their feelings, I don't mean it seriously, really. I just hate certain words and "Meh" is one of them. I also infringed on someone else's "copyrighted" saying from OhMyPod.net. Sorry guys, but it made me laugh so much.

I enjoyed doing this. I hope you did too. A fake beg-a-thon is coming up. Look for it. (And unfortunately, it's directed at someone to make comment, but I think it's funny.)

IdioPod 7: Lucky! (listen now) 19.4 MB

Let me know if you have any comments or questions.

The "lucky" part is from what Luigi says from one of the Mario games. I think it's from the remake of SMB 2 on the Gameboy Advance. I also like hearing Luigi say... "Oh Yeah."

Hi everybody. It's late at night and I got home about an hour ago. My supervisors told me I'd have to work until 3:00 am but I ended up leaving at 11:00 pm so that rocks. So I ended up putting in an 8 hour work day today. Fun.

My bank is so fucking retarded. They couldn't make me an international money order. They couldn't manage to make me an international bank draft. Yet they'll be more than happy to charge me $25 to wire it over so my bank in Australia can take an extra $25-50 too for their cut. Gilbert insisted that I put it into our joint account (for legal immigration-like reasons) so that was actually sweet of him. Sounds weird? A joint bank account is one of the ways we prove that our relationship exists to the Australian government, if needed.

So that basically didn't get done. I was so pissed off by the time I left. That's when I decided to get a haircut. Let me see, I got there at 11:40 am. I remember that because I had to look at a clock and write it down. I'm not lying, I finally got my hair cut at 1:30 pm. So around 2 I got to leave. During that time I did manage to get a 24 pack of bottled water, a few cans of good-for-you soups and some Poptarts. When you can't cook, you live off Poptarts. Remember that. They'll make you fat though. So I did get my haircut. I would actually do myself if I could. (and no, that's not a typo) Pictures latah.

So I get to work around 2:15 pm (and I start at 2:30 pm) with a bag of McDonald's chicken McNuggets. I have to eat that in like 5 minutes. Ooooh between the smell and the fact that I hate to eat a dinner for 2 people in like 10 minutes wasn't fun. I was getting so sick. After 1 hour, I really wanted to leave but I stayed because money is going to be extremely tight.

So busy day. I got some stuff accomplished which is good. I have to head back to the bank on Monday to do the money transfer.

A podcast is coming. I just haven't started on it yet. I might do it tomorrow and post it late. Speaking of which, I've told OhMyPod that I would be one of their extra special guests because I feel like if they ask me some questions or something, it will give me some material to build upon with mine. Maybe I'll learn something.

Something that popped into my head: I really like older Asian men. I really do. Older Asian men in their mid-30s and 40s especially. Facial hair is a +. So are chest muscles. Facial hair, big pecs and a shaved head, even better. When I tell people that, they're like - so, how old is your boyfriend? And I tell them, he's not even 30. And he doesn't have much facial hair (he could though) and head isn't shaved. People are so shocked when they hear that. I have "things" for people that I can't have. But I'm more or less happy.

And of course, the fact that when people find this out, they think I am a rice queen. Oh god no. I can't stand that. One thing is for sure, I can't be with an unintelligent person. Why not? When people are on two different wavelengths, they don't mesh well. Not even as friends. Put a person who can spell over 99% words correctly with someone who can barely spell their mother's name without screwing up - no good. I'd be sitting there asking myself... why?

Do I like professional, older men for their money? No. I like them for their minds. Honestly, I do connect better with an older guy who knows what he wants and where he is going. Definitely!

I thought plenty of times that I could put down here what I am attracted to and I always find out that there are way too many people that I am attracted to. From Mexican construction workers to Asian doctors to Black nutritionists to White IT guys - it doesn't matter. I like them all. (And I love those Mexican construction workers like you wouldn't believe. The professionals are just as cute.)

BUT my biggest weakness is...

An Asian man in a business suit. Especially with facial hair. MMM-MMM good! And guess who's Asian? And guess who wears a business suit?! :) Ooooh you bet. Sometimes I just want to pull off his clothes and... well, you know the rest!

Well there's a little bit about me. I am getting bored with explaining myself. I'm heading to my dream world. So goodnight to you all. Pictures soon. Podcast soon. Could it get any better?

Oooooh it's not pretty. No it's not. I am just about to head out the door to get a haircut because I am in dire need of one. Oh yeah, and go to the damned bank.

Not much more to say but that. Don't I look friendly?!

Alright, time for me to be responsible. Bye now.

It's too easy to fall into a bit of depression, I guess. Yeah, you guessed it. I am down in the dumps yet again. I could go on and on about what a crappy person I am, sure, but what good would that do? In a way, I am a shitty person though. The reason "why", well, I won't reveal here because it's way too personal. I don't even think it's something that I would admit to Brandi. Maybe a total stranger or something... but not to someone I know.

A lot of it is the fact that I really, really am on track to miss another deadline. A major one where my schooling fees aren't paid. Yes, that's right, folks. They're still unpaid (though I have the full costs sitting in my bank account here). They were supposed to be paid 2 weeks ago. They're due on the 15th. That gives me less than 2 weeks to get them paid.

A lot of the blame gets focused on my partner... you know, the one that I am supposed to think has enough sense to do these little things for me because it's impossible for me to work with anybody due to the 15 hour time difference? Instead, he's pissing away my valuable time by shopping for houses that we really don't need and focusing all his extra time on that. It pisses me off really. THEN has the nerve to tell me that I make "such a big deal out of things that aren't really that much of a big deal"? Ooooh no.

For the record, let me say that if this isn't taken care of by the 15th, I'm going to remain here in the USA and move on with my life. This is about the 3rd time my deadlines are totally ignored or just not met. And I've had it. I really have.

I'm depressed because the partner that I have doesn't see this as an urgent matter like I do. I have told him that I need these things taken care of as soon as humanly possible because I need time to myself near the time I leave. So I can relax and not be so stressed. But it's just my mental health we're talking about... no big deal there.

Let me tell you people right now that a relationship isn't always good. It's especially not always good when your partner doesn't take anything you say seriously or listen to a majority of the things you say. Our relationship over the past 7 years hasn't always been perfect.

Additionally, I have to say that I'm not always fully in love with the man for these reasons. I feel like spiting him at some points and totally just tearing his arms and legs off.

Anyway, I feel better in a way so I'm going to sleep this off. I am hoping to feel better when I wake up. I have to go visit the bank in the morning to get an international money order to pay these damn fees that aren't important to require urgent attention. God, sometimes I wish he was here right now so I could totally tell him what I think...

Goodnight.

So today is the start of March. Good things are supposed to happen in March. Well, I initially planned to leave for Australia in March. But some things happened here and there, and I decide to stay in the USA a little longer. Well, I figure that I should stay as long as possible with my family since I won't be returning to the USA for at least a year so my Christmas will be spent in the smoldering heat.

As I ate a bowl of Fruity Cheerios this morning, I thought about the food products that I liked that are pretty much dead. When I think of failed products, I think of Pepsi Blue. I actually liked the stuff. I didn't really understand the clear Pepsi though. And I know this isn't a failed product yet, but I absolutely love orange Mountain Dew. Anyway... heh heh, yeah I just think sometimes and it comes out in my blogs.

Why did I even bring that up? I'm gaining weight again! Or I look like I am. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. Of course this was after my grandfather told me I was getting fat. My weight is shifting between 150-160 pounds (68-73 kg). My BMI (body mass index) is 21.0. To be considered underweight, it would have to be below 18.5. To be considered overweight or obese, my BMI would have to be 25.0 or higher. So yes, I can weigh about 150 and still be a healthy weight.

So... to remedy this problem, I'm going to attempt to give up a few of my bad habits: like Livewire Mountain Dew (see above) or any other sugar water. Sugar really - and let me tell you people that's hard when you can't really cook your own food. I have to resort to fast food most of the times - and you always get the stupid drink with it though yeah, I guess it could be replaced with something else. That's why I keep a 12 pack of bottled water in my car. But still, eating out everyday isn't good. But damn it, I love Chik-fil-a though it's the most Jesusy place I eat at. Well I have to compromise... I always do.

Hope you enjoyed all the links here. I know that some of you Australians might have no idea what I'm talking about sometimes. Sorta like the chicken franchise I just linked to. It's good stuff but not as good as Oporto and their best friend Nando's. Those last 2 links are for you Americans. :)

Time to get my ass ready to do the work thing. Everybody have a good day. A new podcast should be coming very soon. Mmmaybe tomorrow or Saturday. Bye now.