There's a few stories I've shared with people in person that I haven't been able to write down. They're funny stories that just doesn't seem to translate well to text. I've decided to try a new medium to see if it works. 

One of the songs we were dancing to at the hip hop class last night.
Janet Jackson - Go Deep

 Flobot - No handlebars

 When
a pair of intelligent, visionary emcees joins forces with a
battle-hardened, groove-fusing rhythm section, a classically trained
violist, 
 and a jazz trumpet player, the result is a sound that explores
and expands the frontiers of live hip-hop.  Progressive in both style
and
 message, the band's ability to drop from symphonic rock-infused
crescendos into stripped-down string-laden breakbeats has earned
Flobots
 a reputation for both originality and authenticity.  

 Plus, you can't really hate on a song with a trumpet solo.

 And one more for the road

 Flobot - Combat

I'm gonna party like... well... maybe later

24 years... by golly gee

Happy birthday to me  

While eating dinner in Chinatown, a waiter brought over extra dumplings for me and Cindy. We were wondering what was going on so the waiter started explaining in Chinese. I'm thinking... hmm this is nice. Cindy knows Chinese and can translate for me.

Waiter: (something in Chinese)
Cindy: (something in Chinese)
Waiter leaves...

Me: Hey, what'd you say in Chinese
Cindy: I told him I didn't know Chinese...

Wow....

 Listening to -

Despite the fact that it's Monday, I'm feeling good. The Boston University Vietnamese Student Association hosted Huynh Gia Tuan and many dances created by the VSA students. I MC'ed throughout the night and after all the silly nervousness I felt, I'm happy to have it all done with. Not only did I see some old faces in the prior presidents, but also enjoyed the new members of the VSA, especially those who participated in the hip hop show with me.

  The girls rocking the floor

Trang and Kyle's uprock

Ending

sometimes called the Celestial Teapot, was an analogy first coined by the philosopher Bertrand Russell (1872–1970),  In an article entitled "Is There a God?",  commissioned (but never published) by Illustrated magazi, Russell wrote:

If I were tosuggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a
china teapot revolving about the sun in an elliptical orbit, nobody
would be able to disprove my assertion provided I were careful to add
that the teapot is too small to be revealed even by our most powerful
telescopes. But if I were to go on to say that, since my assertion
cannot be disproved, it is an intolerable presumption on the part of
human reason to doubt it, I should rightly be thought to be talking
nonsense. If, however, the existence of such a teapot were affirmed in
ancient books, taught as the sacred truth every Sunday, and instilled
into the minds of children at school, hesitation to believe in its
existence would become a mark of eccentricity and entitle the doubter
to the attentions of the psychiatrist in an enlightened age or of the
Inquisitor in an earlier time.

The reason organized religion merits outright hostility is that, unlike
belief in Russell's teapot, religion is powerful, influential,
tax-exempt and systematically passed on to children too young to defend
themselves. Children are not compelled to spend their formative years
memorizing loony books about teapots. Government-subsidized schools
don't exclude children whose parents prefer the wrong shape of teapot.
Teapot-believers don't stone teapot-unbelievers, teapot-apostates,
teapot-heretics and teapot-blasphemers to death. Mothers don't warn
their sons off marrying teapot-shiksas whose parents believe in three teapots rather than one. People who put the milk in first don't kneecap those who put the tea in first.

Tip for guys: Don't hit on girls at the gym unless it's someone you know or your girlfriend.
Women feel really unattractive (even though we think it's hot that they
are in skin tight clothing sweating and looking very similar to how
they look after a good sex session) and don't want our jaws dropping
and gaping...

   Sam: But they look so hot on the stairmasters... and on that machine where they work their inner thighs.
   Joey: oh... I love that machine that works their inner thighs.
   Aaron: I am that machine that works their inner thighs.

Don't you just hate it when people think they know everything and
start telling you how you should do this and that??  Sometimes I just
wanna tell em "you don't know shit bitch.  I also bet you didn't know
that I was with your mother last nite."  Sometimes I have the urge to
say that, and other times I have the urge to burn their house down.

    Life is treating me well in this regard. I've gotten a promotion as well as a bonus this past week and it definitely was well deserved

    My other job has been keeping me busy over numerous weekends in evenings. The house has finally been renovated with a new heating system as well as paint and new windows. Three floors with a line of renters already in store. The only thing that is hurting my wallet these days is the gas bill which I just received last night. Soon I won't have to worry about that and will be making it back in spades.

    I have said that I find it difficult to work with my brother in real estate. It's great to put our funds together to purchase real estate, but when the planning and execution begin, I find it better to work on my own. I like to work at a realistic pace and am not afraid to spend a bit to save on time. However, my brother is gung ho and likes to take matters into his own hands. I do understand that he's able to do these things on his own but much time and money is wasted on doing things yourself. Because of his seniority, I was thrown into two weeks of hellish work in which I'd be managing my overtime as well as working at the house on the weekends. After that, we hired some mexicans do the rest. (For serious!) It's been a pretty easy ride since then of just managing and keeping tabs on the funds we set aside.

    Because of my distaste for those two weeks, I wanted to start my next project with my own money. However, we saw an opportunity too great to pass up as a house next to mine was foreclosed. We were able to get it before the auction and we were able to make a competitive bid. The great part about this is that we're not going into this blind. We know the house since it's so close to ours and we're able to go inspect it as many foreclosed houses will not allow you to look inside until you've bought it. Right now we've sent out some inspectors to check it and make sure it's up to proper standards but I'd say we were much more successful with this house than the other. Despite the fact that it's only two family, it has its own parking lot as well as a back yard. Moreover, the place doesn't look too shabby although the heating system may need to be updated much like the last house.

    Once again, I'm poor, but I'll still find a way to put my goal back on track and find a place to live near Boston.  

On a side note, check this out. I wrote in Nov 2007 that it would be a good idea for Vietnam to launch a satellite and I had a dream about it.
BAM - Vietnam to Launch 1st Satellite