Hey its Spring Break already, at least for the average college student. The perfect time of the year to be generally reckless and impetuous, fun stuff. I wouldn't really know. As I was talking with Jenta about the possibilities to do for the break, it occured to me that I've never really done anything for spring break while I was in school besides simply coming home to san diego and sleeping. Gone out yes. Partied like those people on MTV beach house? Sadly, no.

What I find to be the most interesting aspect of spring break though, and most of my friends are also of the opinion, that spring break constitutes some warped version of reality, or rather unreality. Like the saying goes, "Whatever happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica." Replace Jamaica of course with any other of the multitudes of spring break destinations to choose from. (Personally, that's my second favorite Jamaican phrase, right up there with "Jamaican me crazy!" haha I'm so corny)

Anyways, I don't know what the whole point of me bring up the spring break time warp phenomenon, other that to hope everyone that is taking a vacation to have fun. Have a blast in miami guys.

On another note, had a really good time going out this week. Pretty much all the good vibes and expectations one should have from going clubbing. Thursday night, we hit up a place called bar dynamite...exhilarating. The atmosphere from the crowd was just extremely alive and into the music. Right next to the 5 off the Washington exit, literally a hole in the wall next to a mexican food joint. Very convient placement. Jon, Hong, Jen and I decided to break free of the slow boredom of Thursday nights in SD and trying something different, and as it turned out, was well worth it. Actually, we were saved from a what would have likely been an uneventful night at PB Bar & Grill by getting stuck in the line outside. The powers that be decided to move us through the seemingly unending line all the way to the very front when it promptly stopped moving, which of course must have been entirely by design. The bouncer in the line kept trying to turn people away by referring them to "country music night" at Plan B and giving away some free tickets to the free event. Needless to say, things did not look good at the point. Determined not to let such a fine san diego night become a bust, the four of us then hopped into Hong's conviently handicapped parked Forerunner and began to circle around virtually all of the lower westside in a seemingly vain search for a bar located "5 minutes away." Despite such an inauspicious start, when we finally got there, and Jon a dollar richer as well, the night turned out to be well worth that wait. The music was good, the dancers were great, and the drinks were strong. Definately a place worth revisiting.

Friday was night was just as good, a little different tempo and more relaxed night at E-Street alley in downtown. The usual suspects were different this time, as Mr. Kien Vuu was enjoying his spring break up in LA. Jon, Hong, Adam, Nancy and her friend from Berkeley(his name escapes me at this point I'm ashamed to say) tore up the bar and the dance floor that night. I had plenty to drink that night, and had a good buzz going, including starting the night off with what Jon so aptly dubbed as "gatorum".

For some reason, E-street always becomes a magnet for bumping into people. As if all the paths of the people I once knew converge at that place. I saw a lot of old friends from high school and including someone I used to talk to everyday in middle school but lost touch with as we grew apart. I also bumped into a another friend of mine from Dartmouth(Helen) there which was so completely random. The only thing that could have suprised me more that night was if saw my brother, but I get the feeling if I go enough I'll see him, hopefully not for a few years. Anyways, the night was awesome, good music, good vibes, good company. Cruising back north for some much needed food at Denny's was the icing on the cake.

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Have you ever tried green beer before? What a novelty! Jenta and I, after her giving me a very perceptive opinion of a Scripps Ranch condo decided to very nonchalantly celebrate our “Irishness” by getting a few green beers at Irish Pub right over in Carmel Mountain. Much to my dismay, drinking green bud light from a plastic cup wasn’t any different tasting from any other bud light I’ve ever had from a plastic cup before, and reminded me all too acutely of frat parties in cramped sparsely lit basements. At least it was decidedly green. I also had a tokyo tea, (another green drink, yeah!), which was somewhat strong, and with that we ended our St. Patrick’s day foray.

The crowd itself was much older, and while not entirely irish, it was entirely white. Jenta and I were the only asian people in the place, which meant that we were entirely ignored, except by the bartender. Not that I minded, it didn’t appear that we had too much in common with most of the bar denizens. In fact, while Jenta and I were having a pretty good time, laughing and enjoying each other, I personally witnessed a few minor scuffles and shouting matches going on around us. Some of the people sitting at the bar seemed more into the drinking aspect of the night and looked completely unapproachable. In fact, I had accidentally sat in another guy’s chair at the bar, from when he returned he tapped me on the shoulder and stared at me. It was a little weird actually, he didn’t say anything as I glanced at him trying to figure out what he wanted. It was the bartender that actually informed me that I had sat in his chair, so I simply slid over one slot.

Anyways, it seems to me, that if you want to go out and drink, it should be for social reasons, and above all else, it should be so you can better enjoy yourself. If you aren’t fulfilling either of those conditions, you’re probably just making life harder and less enjoyable for yourself as well as those around you.

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Well, I’m going to be moving soon, at work that is. My small dingy cubicle of 9 months is going to be upgraded to a larger(yet still very small) cubicle. The maintenance people stopped by earlier and dropped off some boxes for me to pack my stuff. I’ve always found it interesting moving, a hassle definitely, but interesting. If you’re anything like me, when you clean out your drawers and your desks, you end up finding a lot things that you never really use, or maybe never really intended use, yet still keep nonetheless. Maybe it’s the hope that they will one day be useful? Who knows.

I think I’ll miss my cubicle in its own way, which is so conveniently located adjacent to the bathroom, 20 ft from soda machine and 30 ft from snack machine. Pretty much anything a guy could wish for…well almost. ; )

Esca out.

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Alas its Monday again, another weekend in my life has seemingly slipped away with barely a notice. Actually wasn’t too bad, saw a bunch of people and got to hang out with them, some I haven’t seen for a while, and some I see quite often yet still can’t get enough of them. Friends are like money, you feel the urge to accumulate as many as possible, worry about having none, and sometimes you lose track of their true value and worth. Just looking back over the last week, I realized that I went out on three separate nights and hung out with three completely different groups of friends each day. What the hell? How did that happen? Stuff like that makes me miss college life when you actually could get sick of seeing your friends, and where everyone chilled with everybody. I guess part of it is real life is different from that blissful time known as college since certain people just belong in different worlds.

So how do you go about choosing friends? Do you pick your friends, the people you rely on, based on how you judge their character? Or do you pick your friends based on the lifestyle they lead? Or rather, are you forced to associate with people that happen to do the same things you do and go to the same places you do?

On that note, I’m going to be heading out to NYC next month to see some of my old Dartmouth friends, primarily my old roomie and bastard cocky ass DJ Kai, and hit up his home turf like we used to. Nothing beats having nostalgic moods then to physically revisit your past. Tight.

Esca out.

[ esca | 9:58 AM | ]

 

Dope. Comments have been added. Thanks Jon for the heads up.

[ esca | 9:34 AM | ]

 

Finally able to correct most of the settings that I hoped for, but realized that as a relative Blog newbie, navigating through most the toolbars and links on blogger is a non-trivial matter. Trying to get it all done at home has proven to be tricky as well due to limited modem time and an obsolete computer. *sigh* I remember the day when my sleek black Fujiitsu PII 300mhz lvl2 cache 1mb video mem and 64kb sram was a top of the line model, costing a pretty penny too. Now its little more than a record keeper and plays only the classic games(B-Dub!! hell yea), although it did play a vital role in a recent class project I had. Progamming on the 8051 microcontroller? blah...

As a keen-eyed friend of mine pointed out, "Silly Victor, aren't you a computer geek, err... i meant 'Software Engineer' kehehe? Aren't you by very definition supposed spend inordinate amounts of money in building your computer?" Or so the general gist of the statement went. I could offer no logical explanations other than the fact that I don't really like computers...at least not anymore. Staring glassy eyed at a hires mointor for a required 40hrs a week in addition to whatever extra time one wishes to spend has me wondering if medical technology can engineer me a new set of eyeballs when I'm 50. Speaking of which, I saw Hannibal over the weekend...WORST MOVIE EVER! Ok, that was a little harsh, but unlike its critically acclaimed predecessor, which succeeds through engendering psychological aspects of terror, Hanibal attempts to "scare" the audience by visually grossing people out. Plot was unrealistic, characters were dull and unimaginative, producers made shit-loads of money, end of story.

Anyways, working now at a "real" job for almost a year has me wondering what's in store for the rest of my life. Do you ever wonder about those lucky bastards that get paid to do something they really enjoy? I mean I thought I was one of those people, well sorta...more like one of those people who gets paid to do something that they somewhat enjoy or marginally enjoy, or maybe even enjoy a few times a week type person. Hell, even one of those people who gets paid to do something where they can name five or six other things that they glad they aren't doing. Its just seems to me, that getting paid to do something makes you naturally enjoy it less and less. Which makes me wonder what must be the mentality of a porn star...

Esca out

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