my own Christmas gift...

As much as I just love getting gifts for others, I do have a little part of me who loves spoiling myself. As someone once told me, the best gifts you receive are the one's you get yourself! Now being that I also have a slight addiction when it comes to shoes, I took a few seconds before I bought theses since I told myself I wouldn't buy anymore (since one pair turns into a pair a week)....

Well....merry Christmas to me....

New new old school slash new school kicks! These automatically made me happy the second they showed up to my door. Now for some reason they do run a little bit big which is weird because the last time I ordered shoes online they came in big too (freakin Kenneth Cole)....but it is what it is....I have awesome kicks with an old school flava. Maybe I'll start bboying or use these to break it down in the club.......jk

What I want for Christmas...

Hmmm....I'm not too hard to shop for nor do I ask for anything during my birthday or Christmas but I have recently found out what I want...

I want to have a Christmas tree at my place! Not a giant real one but a semi sized one that will fit in my place. Reason? I haven't had a Christmas tree in about 8 years or so...ever since I graduated high school. My parents stopped putting it up with all the xmas decorations mainly bc I went off to college, sister living in Cali and all the dan lights being tangled up every year.

I think I may go to walmart and pick one up....

In the dumps/down/confused.....and all that.....

I don't really know what it is but I'm just pretty down right now. Well.....I have a pretty good idea what is getting at me right now. It's a very odd combination of the holidays/work/being confused/direction. Kinda sucks!

Lots of things going through my mind but I really have no idea where to begin. I could begin with the stress that is work....so bad that I'm taking some time off from that place I like to call "blah". I just made that up...I don't really call it that. Just know that Im not a fan of the company right now. Then there is my whole confused state, I have to decide on a situation....and I really dont want to. I can do the whole pros/cons but that wouldnt solve anything. I could flip a coin. I can even let it play out. 

I would say out of the 25 things that are on my mind...those two are the big players in the situation. So much on Will's plate that I may just go into my cave and hide for a while until the coast is clear for me. Or unless someone comes and gets me from it....that would be nice i think.

Oh well....none of that even made sense to me after re-reading it so im glad it wont make sense to anyone. just me rambling....err....blogging

Basketball?

So 4:15 am and I can't sleep...may be a little sick....and watching tv so I decided to blog about a topic I thought about the other day....about my first true love....the game of basketball.

I was wondering if the game love so much has actually been good or bad to me. So I think I'll start off with the good...

I've been playing pretty much all my life, where I grew up I had to learn how to play football/basketball...otherwise I'd be a typical asian kid who was good at math and terrible at sports. So obviously made my dad buy me a goal and put in on the garage when I was in 2nd grade. I turned into a really good player, I was tall at a young age and had good grasp of the game. I played in leagues as a little kid, Jr High and HS. Played a ton of intramurals in college and was always one of the top teams. Always considered one of the better players where ever I played. I even played in Austin city league when I lived there and was the best player in the league avg over 20 pts a game...even won a league championship one season. In other words, I can ball for real and not as typical Asian you can say who plays sports....aka I was never picked last in gym.

I've always had fun playing the game, it is/was a joy to me. Thanks to basketball I have a competitive edge that is rivaled by few. This has helped me out quite a bit in life with work, people, etc. Also when I need to clear my mind I go play basketball....no matter how bad of a day I have, I can always go clear my head just by playing with random people.

Of course nothing can always be perfect and always good so on to the bad....

Injuries....I've had a few to happen to me the say the least. I've torn my ACL twice (once in each knee) with one of them being completely blown out bc I'm just a stubborn boy. So I've had a couple big time surgeries which cost quite a bit of cheese. Even with insurance it costs roughly 10k per knee. Add on top of that multiple ankle injuries to the point where I really don't think my ankles work that well....also a concussion....hyper extended elbow.....throwing out my back....shoulder injuries.....and getting owned in pop a shot 6 times in a row after maybe 20 years of dominance. Because of injuries I have weird things happen to me; I knees feel weird when it rains and when the weather changes....I think it's because I have screws in my knees.  Injuries basically suck.....I don;t know how else to say it. Then I'll go back with my sense of competitiveness...while I think it is a great thing to have, it can also be my downfall. Sometimes I refuse to lose or even refuse to be wrong. This might have gotten me in trouble a few times or even become down to the point where I shut out the world bc of my need to win. I do have to say I'm much better though, I've toned it down quite a bit and just put on a smile when  feel that urge coming on. I also have a bad habit of buying expensive basketball shoes...I could be using that money for good but I rather spend money making me look good when I'm playing.

So has it been good or bad to me? My number is also a bad luck number.....13. I'm not too sure which it is actually. I love watching all games...pro, college, women's, little league, pick up games, etc. I eventually want to coach because not only can I hoop...my bball IQ is through the roof. I also have a picture perfect jump shot from all the camps I've been to and all the coaching I've had. But at the same time these injuries take a toll on my body, I've made my parents spend ridiculous amounts of money to "repair" me.

Oh...random but the basketball goal I had as a kid, I made my dad take it with us and put in my drive way when we moved. like a 15 year old goal (maybe more). The company who makes it doesnt even exist anymore. Well when hurricane Ike came, it tore the backboard in half. I came to my house and saw it in the garage.....pretty sad day (another negative). That goal has quite a bit of memories and I was still undefeated all time one on one with that goal.

Lots of positives and negatives. I do feel like the positives out weighed the negatives but for some reason the negatives stand out...such as me blogging right now at 445 in the morning. But oh well....I said I would blog so the world aka me, myself and I could read it.

FYI...I ramble too much on my blogs and nothing makes sense!

My first post....

So.... knowing fully that no one will read my blog except random people probably makes it easier for me keep this thing updated. My goal is to probably update with a post twice a week but we'll see how that goes!

Onto my first topic... "bitchassness"

Bitchasses is a a term coined by the ever so popular Puff Daddy/Diddy/Puffy/etc during making the band 4 (I show in which I love.....maybe because of my ghetto side?)  Basically the term means overall stank actions towards others through words or actions. 

Well, I recently came across many people who have this particular quality about them. I've been recently (by recently I would say the last 4 months) hanging out with the Asian crowd and even though it was against what I stood for....I even started to frequent Asian clubs. Dear lord...what was I thinking. It wasn't all too bad and I met what I thought were cool people who I had the wrong perception of. Well being that the Asian society is a tight knit group that all roll in the same circle, I was considered the new guy in this circle. Apparently after 4 months, I didn't fit in too well because the people who I thought were friends or could be friends all started not to like me....just out of the blue (I know what you're thinking.....who on earth couldn not like me?). It all spawned from an individual who was jealous and who shall remain nameless only because I do have a little class. Jealous why you say? I mean just off the top of my head I'm tall/handsome/easy to talk to/have a sense of style/well spoken/all around cool....but then again that was just off the top of my head. With all that in mind...I started to get the shoulder from him....then other people in the group....hated so much that he in turn spreads rumors and lies about me. 

Now those who know me know that none of it is remotely true and those who do believe can kiss my ass...haha. Now...this aggravated me not because I lost friends but I hate when people say things that aren't true about me. I have a tight knit group of friends already and I'm incredibly likable...I make friends easily. Not only that....none of them could not even man up and go to me directly. I mean, I guessed if you're over 18 then it's only common knowledge that if you have a problem with someone then you go right to the source and not spread rumors like a little bitch. And the thing is....it doesn't phase me one bit and I know they, on the other hand, know they fucked up...for real.

It is what it is....there will be haters out there and I for one love haters. Haters = jealousy...I don;t mind people being jealous of me one bit! Bring em on! The more the merrier. 

So blog post #1.....lesson is.....stay away from bitchassness.....thank you