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Just last month, I have successfully achieved my five year goal – to become debt free. At last, I was able to pay for all my credit card bills. So to celebrate, I went to the mall and bought myself a nice big bowl of healthy frozen yogurt. It was amazing. Yogurt never tasted that good, ever.
However, on my way home, I passed by a large crowd lining up on some items. I became curious so I looked. blu ray home theatre system packages for 70% off the price!
I was just, “what the h”! I must get one of these! But then I remembered that I have always dreamed of getting a player like that. And with that kind of price slash, who could resist.
So there, I gave in to the temptation. I am again, indebted to my bank. Thanks a lot you big bowl of yogurt!

I think everyone of us has gone through all of these weird phases in our lives.

I, for one, had an emo phase and a hip hop phase. I also had a phase where I cried my heart out on the world wide web for any other person to see and to laugh at, it was embarrassing, and I read that blog still, from time to time, and I laugh about it with my friends. Don’t think I’d share it with you guys on this blog though! Never in a million years.

I think I find my brother’s phases hilarious. They’re just so random. He had this ATV phase where there was nothing more important in this world than his ATV. He’d spend months taking part time jobs so he could buy those special RZR XP Accessories. He also had this Apple phase. In fact, he still is in that phase right now. If you enter his room it’s like a freaking apple store.

He has every product they have! I’m not even exaggerating.

It’s fun to look back to who we were before, every once in a while, don’t you think?

I’ve done a little survey with my gal pals.

I asked them the question, “Is bigger always better when it comes to men and lovemaking?”.

It just randomly popped into my head, and when something unanswerable such as that comes into my head, I wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I get some sort of resolution.

As I asked most of my friends, the answers came down to one thing– that they lean more on the performance, and that the size is always a bonus.

So if I actually do have curious male readers out there, there’s still hope! If you’re not very keen on the performance, there’s always male enhancement products to make up for your lack in the performance department.

I believe my friends recommended this certain website called extenze side effects. Some of their partners tried the products there and it turned out to be very effective!

It just never ceases to amaze me, what technology can do these days.

Silly old me decided I would spend the weekend just lounging around in my bedroom because the weather outside was too hot.

Imagine this: My sister called me while I was in bed and invited to treat me outside the house with her sweet husband. I thanked her for the offer and politely refused because I really couldn’t muster up the strength to shower and get dressed.

I spent the entire afternoon taking random naps and randomly raiding the fridge whenever I get hungry. All of this was done while I was patiently waiting for my friends to come over.

Oddly enough, while I was just about to shower, my friends arrived– and with a surprise guest. One of them bought their mother with him! Imagine having to meet your friend’s mom for the first time with your hair all shiny and you smelling like the jungle. I was mortified but thank god, I survived.

We ended up talking about their family business- 5th wheel insurance. I smiled and nodded while cringing at the thought of how horrid I looked at the moment.

And the moral of the story is: Always shower. Seriously!

Today is a day of mourning for me… The time has come for me to accept reality…
My five year old Chucks have suffered irreversible damages and so…
Today I say goodbye to my good old friend. My black Chuck Taylor shoes that I will always love.

Oh well. It has served me well. Now I am off to the sneaker stores for yet again find a perfect pair of shoes that will suit my awesome personality.

I have always believed that good shoes will take you to the farthest places. And so I invest a lot on a special pair of shoes that I will intend to wear until the day I mourn again. Hmm… I wonder what styles are in these days… It has been a while since I last stepped foot in a shoe store. I wonder what challenges await me in choosing the best pair for my feet.

I had a very funny experience at an electronics store earlier. I was shopping for a new LCD monitor when a mature woman approached me and mistook me for a salesman. No one could blame her because I was wearing the same navy blue shirt like the sales people in the store. Anyhow, she asked me for help on how to get a quality headset for her daughter. I gladly assisted her.

She was looking for a cordless headset but she does not know anything about wireless technologies. All she knows is that her 19 year old daughter wished for it. As we were browsing the store, the sales guy approached us, recommending some brands. He gave us several choices while telling us that those were the best there is. Among the choices were WiFi headsets and IR headsets. Since I know that these suggestions are not that good, I gave the woman another choice – a Bluetooth headset.

To my surprise, the salesman suddenly said “I know all about these stuff ma’am believe me”. Of course, I also knew what I was suggesting so I felt challenged to prove myself to the lady. So there it started, an hour long debate with a salesman. I eventually made him give up, and so he did. The woman took my suggestion. The salesman still got his commission of course, but I went home with my pride. That’s 1-0 Mr. salesman!

As my cousins and I were on a road trip to one of our province’s main tourist spots, our cars engines died, and pretty much everything else ended up into a huge mass of chaos, that we couldn’t get out of that spot.

The fact that we decided to travel the road that was steep and less traveled made the situation a bit worse. We panicked for about five minutes, decided to take a break from being hysterical, took photos with the dead car, and looked for rv towing services by calling our friends and asking them to google for hotlines.

Thank god for google, after about forty five more minutes of taking a lot of pictures, the rescue came. We ended up arriving at the top of the mountain, and as soon as we got off the car, a heavy downpour of rain happened.

We just have the best luck, don’t we? The universe loves us that much.

As a kid, I’ve always had this slight intimidation with wheels.

I couldn’t ride anything that had less than three wheels on it even if my life depended on it.

My brother had these power wheels when he was young, and I used to stay away from it a lot, probably because of the fact that I’m too clumsy, and I fall flat on my face on level ground, and I know if I rode that thing, things would end up horribly.

As a clumsy person, I’ve learned to stay away from things I’m sure I couldn’t handle the hard way. You can count my scars to prove my premise.

I guess it’s safe to assume we learn things by experiencing them firsthand other than listening to what other people have to say. It’s just part of our nature to do that.

In the past few weeks I notice a car parked at my driveway by someone I do not know. Usually it is parked at around 1 am but I do not see the person going out of the car. One time I tried to approach the driver but he seemed to have left the car. It’s no big deal actually, ‘coz the car leaves around 5 am. It’s just annoying though, to know that someone is always parking at your driveway without asking permission.

This incident made me purchase a driveway alarm. A device that sounds a loud noise when a car parks at your driveway. Actually it is a proximity alarm and it works not only with cars but also with standers by. Last night, I saw my alarm in action as I heard a loud noise from the driveway when the car was parked. The alarm made the driver curious so he stepped out and investigated. But then I already got up and confronted him. Well, surprisingly, it was my old friend who lives in the apartment across the street. She explained that she could not park her car on the other side of the road because the tree branches often hit her car and this usually lead to dents and scratches. Of course, knowing this, I was glad. For the moment I thought I was being stalked or something.

Why is it that when men have lunch together, the lunch talk always ends up in perversion? Earlier I was invited by my boss to have lunch with them and the new clients just to get acquainted. The clients are of different nationalities – two Asians and a European. As a usual “welcome to our office” gesture, my boss ordered beer to ease the clients. The conversation started with some business talks but ended up in red light district topics. The perverted topics started when one of the Asian clients asked my boss if he knew a product called “enzyte“. I have no idea what this is but surprisingly, my boss was quite familiar with it. It turns out that enzyte is a popular potency pill for men. As awkward as it may seem, I listened while all of them started to contribute to the topic. In just a short span of time, all of them seemed like close friends already.
Come to think of it, whatever cultural differences we have, all men love to talk about these kinds of stuff.