If you're gonna be gay. Be GAY

Mystic511: are you going to be in jersey the whole weekend?
Mystic511: i fuckin asked you that and you didnt'answer me
SuLunGisHbaK: you did?
SuLunGisHbaK: when?
SuLunGisHbaK: well most likely i guess
SuLunGisHbaK: uhee that reminds me...i have to take
train...boo
Mystic511: Mystic511 (2:08:27 AM): are you staying the whole weekend?
SuLunGisHbaK (2:11:18 AM): you have work tommorow right?
SuLunGisHbaK: oh..i dont rem that
Mystic511: obviously
Mystic511: cuz you didnt' answer the question
SuLunGisHbaK: i didnt even know you wrote that
SuLunGisHbaK: well yes most likely
Mystic511: answer the question damn it
SuLunGisHbaK: i just did fucker
Mystic511: don't make me ask it again
SuLunGisHbaK: dont make me answer again
Mystic511: you never answered it
SuLunGisHbaK: i just did fucker~
SuLunGisHbaK: most likely yes~
Mystic511: ARE YOU GOING TO JERSEY FOR THE
WHOLE WEEKEND?
Mystic511: jeez.
SuLunGisHbaK: ....
SuLunGisHbaK: go to sleep
SuLunGisHbaK: your getting cranky
Mystic511: omg fine, dont' answer
SuLunGisHbaK: -.-;;
SuLunGisHbaK: i answered
SuLunGisHbaK: if i feel like going down tommorow
then most likely yes
Mystic511: forget it, if you're not going to answer
then i'm just gonna leave
SuLunGisHbaK: -.-;;

A little while later
(after publishing the first part of the conversation):

Mystic511: http://www.virtuallyinfamous.com/blog/
SuLunGisHbaK: i answered your question fucker
SuLunGisHbaK: you asked me if i was gonna be in
jersey for the whole weekend and i answered most likely yes
SuLunGisHbaK: is that not an answer?

And, a little while after that
(After reading the addendum to the original conversation):

SuLunGisHbaK: honestly i do not get it
SuLunGisHbaK: im not sure if im gonna be jersey all
weekend hence the answer most likely yes...
SuLunGisHbaK: if most likely yes is not proper english
or doesnt make sense then just tell me
SuLunGisHbaK: so i can change my fuckin answer to I DONT KNOW

Sometimes you should sense the pattern and quit
(After reading the addendum to the addendum):

SuLunGisHbaK: you are a fuck head
SuLunGisHbaK: i dont like you even more now
SuLunGisHbaK: fucker~
SuLunGisHbaK: its not nice to pick on stupid people
like that

The Irony of School

I'm in a communications class right now. It's really fun. We watch videos about how conglomerates pretty much control our lives. The funny part? Most of the people in the class are communication majors. What do you think they're going to do with that knowledge?

They're not going to go, oh no, that's so wrong, I would never do that stuff to people when I start working in the corporate world. No way, they're going to go, oh, so that's how stupid people are, I'm going to use this to my advantage.

Good effort, Professor. I know you mean well and want to teach us how not to be scammed by the man.. but unfortunately, you're just creating more scammers.

We have been schooled.

On a lighter note, why I still want a dog

My 700th post aka Posting Twice in one day aka The Art of Cigarette Bumming

Since when was it culturally acceptable to bum cigarettes from strangers? I mean, I do it, so I'm not going to say it's gay, but I really want to know why it is acceptable to do so. You don't go around asking people for candy if they have some. You don't ask them for their car keys if they're about to drive. You don't ask them for a piece of their pretzel if you just so happen to pass someone eating one.

So why cigarettes? I don't know. But if it's going to be accepted, I think there should be some rules.

1) You have to be a smoker who randomly offers aquantences or people you just met a cigarette when you go to light one. This makes it acceptable for you to ask others for cigarettes because you're the type of person who's willing to give them out.

2) Take what you can get. Don't bitch or put on that stupid grossed out face when someone gives you an Ultra-light and you usually smoke Reds. How are you going to bum a cigarette and not at least act grateful?

3) Offer money or some other form of compensation. Cigarettes aren't cheap. It's like 25 cents and up for an individual cigarette. Most people won't mind giving away a cigarette for nothing if they at least know you're willing to pay for it. Or as this one guy did, he told me he worked at a nearby bar and told me that if I ever came in, he'd hook me up.

4) Feel really really bad for asking. I hate people who ask for a cigarette and then when you say you don't have one, or shoot them a look like they're crazy, they get all upset and angry like you owe them one or something. No I don't, and maybe if you didn't act like you're demanding one, i'd give one to you.

5) If you're asking for a cigarette, don't ask for a light too unless you're being offered one. What the hell is that, you're a smoker and you're bumming a cigarette, but you don't have a lighter? Would you like a drink too?

6) Spend a moment of your time saying thanks. Hey do you have a cigarette? Thanks dude. *walk away* That's gay. You're gay. Don't be gay. At least spend a moment having a conversation. "Thanks for the cigarette. I haven't smoked all day and haven't had time to get my own pack yet. You saved me". That's a good one. It could be a lie but hey, make the person giving you a cig feel good for giving away his own stuff.

You have been schooled. Again.

I don't feel like posting

Alot happened this weekend, but it all feels like blah blah blah to me. So, for your enjoyment.

Friday's Blah

Work. Brian T's surprise visit. Drinking and good food with Jim and Brian. Lot's of TV because I miss TV.

Blah Blah Saturblah

Wake up. Mall. Presents for Paul. SEMA Auto Salon International. Hot bitches. Hot cars. Paul's bday dinner. Cake in face. Shrek 2. Naruto video game.

More Blah on Sunday

Wake up. More TV. Quest for food. I dance Pump. We get food and eat it. Brian shows me some anime. More TV. Leave for Philly.

Your attention span for reading my blog cannot be shorter then mine is for writing it.

The Real Drexel Shaft

Everyone uses the term. Drexel gave me the shaft. I got the Drexel Shaft. I got shafted again by Drexel. But I never really understood the origin of the shaft.

From hearsay and general gossip, it was supposedly this giant smoke column located behind 30th Street Train Station. Apparently it's not.

From communications class, the history of the Drexel Shaft revolves around the fountain located in our illustrious Quad. The bubbling fountain, if you ever gave two shits enough to actually look at, has a brass flame in it's center. Well, it's not so brass anymore, it looks like a flaming rusted turd.

Apparently nobody at Drexel could figure out what exactly that was suppose to be when it was first erected. People said it looked like a flame shaft, so the fountain began to be called the Drexel Shaft.

Here's the twist. The Drexel Shaft was actually a good thing. During graduation and things like that, sneaky people would put laundry detergeant in the fountain so that it would overflow with bubblese, then everyone would just hang out and have like a bubble party.

Over the years the lore was forgotten, but the saying "Drexel Shaft" still stayed around. Stupid people who didn't know the history started to associate it to "Getting the Shaft"

So tada, that is the history of the Drexel Shaft.

You have been schooled.

Birthday Week is over

Yes, my birthday is a weeklong celebration. Don't hate. Just because you didn't think about making your birthday a weeklong celebration doesn't mean you should take it out on me for being smarter than you.

So Tuesday, May 11, 2004 was a good day, I turned 22 and nobody cared. Hell, even I didn't care so i don't blame anyone else for not caring. Ok, so I shouldn't say nobody cared, the people that I cared to have care about my bday cared. Some jersey friends came up Tuesday and bunch of us had dinner together. It was a relatively good birthday day.

The Official Birthday Dinner

So for that whole week, I planned out my birthday. I really didn't know what I wanted to do until after my real birthday ended anyway. Party? Travel? Pseudo Holiday Street March? No, it was all too complicated and 22 wasn't really a landmark by any means. I settled for a birthday dinner.

It worked out really well. I invited about 30 people, knowing that not everyone would make it. Don't worry, if you were invited and you couldn't make it, you have now been marked on my "I hate you forever" list. If you weren't invited, then hey, you were either a) too far away, b) I assumed you wouldn't make it, or c) no longer in my daily routine of friends (as in, I haven't seen you or chilled with you in the longest time so it would have been awkward to randomly invite you and force you to give me a birthday present), or d) would have felt awkward around the people I did invite or e) would have made the people I invited feel awkward to be around you.

Thanks guys!

Thanks to everyone who gave me gifts, I really do love everything (except for the ones that I hated). I know to some of you I was pretty blunt about how I didn't like your gifts, but you have to realize that I do truly truly appreciate your effort. It's really the thought that counts, not what was given, and the fact that you put forth the effort to try to get me something that I would appreciate will always be remembered.

To put in another way, it is a way for me to remember my 22nd Birthday forever. Just that alone makes it a good present.

I'll be sure to return the favor during your birthdays.

My Car's Operation

Finally gave up and brought my car to a mechanic. You know how it goes, you become stubborn, think you can fix it yourself, realize you can't, but still keep trying, then suddenly you realize you bought the car in February and it's now May.

I'm glad i did bring it to a mechanic though. It's actually an acquantence of my mom's so he was really nice and honest with me. My car was having trouble with emmissions, so I figured the catalytic convertor was busted. The mechanic looked at my emmissions results for like... three seconds and was like, nope, these numbers mean your fuel system is messed up, and since you didn't miss by much, you probably just need to have your fuel injection system cleaned out.

So i was like oh, ok, then i'll just get some liquid fuel injection cleaner and run it for a while, and he's like, nope, that crap doesn't work. Basically he has some machine that'll clean the injectors perfectly. I still think the fuel injection cleaner in a bottle works, but it's probably more for keeping clean injectors clean then to ungunk dirty injectors.

It also doubles as a sweat box

My air conditoner is also flat dead. The air blowing out was hotter then the air coming from the windows. It was as if the air conditioner was just like eff it, just redirect some exhaust fumes into the car... he won't know the difference!

It's not like I didn't suspect that the air conditioner was dead, it's just that since i bought my car in the winter, i didn't really have a chance to see how dead it was. Well it's dead.

So my ten minute drive to drop the car off at the shop was the worst ten minutes this summer thus far. Even with the windows open, i felt like my life was going to end. The air that should have came in from the windows was like, nope, not goin it there, it's too hot.

You think this is a topic title, but it's really the end

Pics From New York

So a saturday wasted with nothing accomplished. The reason Tron and I went up was to try to get a new cellphone for free.. though we ended up not being able to. Stupid T-mobile and their stupid residential boundary restrictions.

Anyway, not all is lost because I did take some good pictures.


This is possibly the coolest sign ever. I mean, I would never park under a sign like that.


Found this place while wandering through Chinatown. I don't even know the name, it was just cool to see the cakes.


After clicking this picture, I realized that we left the boundaries of Chinatown and ended up in Little Italy, which was right next to Chinatown. The Gelati stand right next to the cake place is what clued me in.


After failing miserably in Chinatown to get cellphones, Tron and I decided to hit up Times Square.


Tron got all jittery and excited being in a "place with so many lights". He started talking about moving to Manhattan.


We also found the filming place for TRL on MTV. This is what screaming fans see as they try to get a two second spot on TV whenever MTV is filming.

The end.

Tick tock tick tock

My birthday is coming up.

I'll be busy trying to arrange a party: aka, a gathering of bodies who will be giving me presents.

You'll be busy getting ready to attend the party: aka, a gathering of bodies where you will be giving me presents.

Simple right?

Next order of business

Should I cut my hair off? Leave a comment and persuade me either way!

The before I forget to Blog blog.

I'm writing a new story. It's up on my Xanga site. Check it out and if you're a part of Xanga, leave a comment there for me. It encourages other people to leave comments too. If not, please feel free to leave a comment here on my blog.

Anyway, this week has been exciting. Oh, no, nothing I did, it's just the things around me that are happening remind me of my high school years. Haha, I won't say more than that. It's just really interesting.

I think I have a big mouth. Well, obviously, as readers of my blog, you already know that. I have to talk in order for you to read. I don't really think i'm stubbling on the "think before you speak" adage, because I know full well what i'm saying before I say it. I just think I should learn to reword what I say. Maybe i'll just do an experiment where I don't say anything for a while and see what happens.

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My Tuner Credentials

I haven't been on the Tuner scene for that long. I've only really worked on one car, though I have read countlessly on all the different aspects of modifying cars. I just wanted to share with you a little about what I know, and to archive it for myself so that I can read this one day and go "that's it? that's all I knew?"

My idealogy of cars falls into the Four S's, so i'll just categorize it like that.

Speed: Since i've only had a non-turbo car until recently, i'm very proficient in the fundamentals of natural aspiration. I know why airflow is important, how valve timing works, how spark control and fuel delivery works. I know why exhausts need to do what they do. Knowing the fundamentals is knowing how to mod your car and making the right choices in terms of what to do and what not to do. I've also researched extensively on the fundamentals of forced induction (turbocharging/supercharging) since my ultimate goal was to turbocharge my non-turbo car. But now that I have a turbo DSM, I can still apply all those things i've learned. Turbo sizing, efficiency, flow ratings, etc etc. It's all very important. In terms of what kind of actual modding I have done, it's only low level and mid level bolt on stuff. This includes exhausts, intake manifold work, modified ECU's, spark plugs, and underdrive pulleys. I'm hoping to add some fuel management into that soon with my turbo car, and of course, turbos. I've not done much drivetrain work, and I don't think I will ever have the proper resources to tackle that myself.

Stopping: I've done numerous brake systems, and I don't just mean changing the brake pads. I've done the whole works: calipers, rotors and brakelines. I know it doesn't sound like much, but brakes are one of those situations where bigger isn't always better (though car mags these days will try to play it off as such). Bigger brake systems rob more power from your system, so unless you're pushing big numbers, a high priced huge braking system isn't needed and cannot be justified. Besides that, there's also things like knowing the difference between slotted and drilled rotors, why more pistons are better, and why choosing the right brake pad is so critical.

Suspension: Since my non-turbo car was on the slow side, I did the most I could to make it fun. That usually meant hooking up the suspension to give myself an edge on the twisties. I've done springs and shocks on my own car, and i'm confident that I could do it to just about any other car now. I also know the differences between sway bars and tie bars. Then of course, there's tweaking the suspension. It's pretty amazing how adjusting the tire pressure on the front/rears can make a huge difference in how your car handles. This includes things like camber and toe. This category is also one of those situations where more isn't always better.

Style/Sound: I'm not so good in this section. My style of car is the sleeper car, which is a car that looks like a stock car but has enough performance to destroy a mustang. I'm not into big flashy wings and 500 watt soundsystems. I do though, know how all of that works, as in, how to remove bumpers and the process of molding or shaping pieces so that they all look like they fit together. I also admit that I have no real electrical experience in cars, so I cannot tell the difference between a switch wire and a ground wire. Nor do I know how splitters and other connections work.

Yup, that's me and my cars. Feel free to ask me anything. I want to say i'm a good advisor when it comes to choosing a new or used car too, but I guess that may be a little conceited. Let's just say that if you need someone to suggest you a car or to help you figure out what's wrong, I can point you in the right direction.

Spending May in North Jersey

This weekend Paul and I went to North Jersey. It's a great place filled with laughter, cheer, fun and excitement.

Overstatements aside, it still is a pretty fun place. First off, it's just so asian. You got your riced out civics and your internet cafes. Then there's 7 dollar glasses of cappicino milkshake and waiting thirthy minutes for a Korean Barbecue table. It was fun.

Not just the places though, the people too. Paul's friends are all corny just like him, but, dare I say, even more so to some extent. They go off on a tangent one someone says something and strangly enough, everyone was thinking the same thing, even the person that said it. I can't think of any examples though, and even if I could, it wouldn't be funny out of context.

Oh, and the group's chill spot was dunkin donuts. They go there so much that the people there let them go back behind the counter and make their own coffee and drinks. Of course, they always pay, but that's why they're allowed back. To top it all off, last night we were there when the dunkin donuts people were about to throw out the old donuts, they gave us about twenty donuts for free, it was wonderful bliss.

Meeting new people was cool, seeing new places was cool, and eating free donuts at 4 am was really cool.

North Jersey is so cool.