This Picture Has 8 Megapixels In It

My new camera arrived, and ironically, in order to take pictures of it to show it to you, I had to use my old camera.

Oooo, shiny box!


It came with a giant pack of instruction manuals. Yes, with an "S". There's the basic user manual, advanced user manual, photo printing manual, and flow chart of how exactly it works with your computer, printer, memory card, tv, and other miscellenous things. And, all of them again in spanish. Spanish? Boggle.


Here's a pic with everything opened up, with the camera on top of a CD to show you how big it is. I've never been a fan of those really tiny digital cameras. I'm not exactly a photographer or anything, but I find that the little cameras don't have enough features, have limited megapixels, and the pictures come out blurry because they are hard to hold steady and the flashes are usually weak on them.


And here's my artsy side:


I don't care enough to post the specs, lets just say that this camera is only half a step shy of the camera I really want, a Canon Digital Rebel SLR. From the reviews, many have said that this is the camera to use if you aren't in a position to lug around an SLR camera.

You can read the review and see camera specs here: Digital Photography Review, Canon S80

Just another reason why i'm better than you.

The Fat Skinny Clothes Swap

I know i'm a slob now, but at one point in my life I dressed fantastically. I remember freshman year of college everyone (like 4 people) would say to me how great I looked. They used to say that I was asian, and somehow dressing nice was in my blood. I didn't deny it.

Paul's going to look like me now.

About two or three years ago, whenever I met paul, I was actually still pretty skinny. Paul was this big fat little dumply freshman kid who dressed in oversized hip hop clothes. I was a not-as-fat asian kid who's wardrobe consisted mostly of shit from banana republic.

I tried fitting into my GQ clothes this last week. Nothing fit. I looked like a ten year old who was still trying to fit into his pajamas from when he was six. But I wanna wear them! I like superman!

So now I'm a fatass. Paul, on the other hand, has lost a decent amount of weight. I was organizing my closet for my big move to New York, trying to sort out all my clothes and I just started throwing all the clothes that didn't fit me anymore to Paul. Paul put it on, everything fits perfectly. He now owns 42 articles of clothing from my closet and drawers.

I also found this kung-fu shirt which god knows why I ever owned. For shits and giggles, Paul put it on and started to karate chops things for no reason. While going through my warddrobe, I stumbled across a pair of pants, again, god knows why I ever owned. They were a pair of light blue pants from Gap. The label said Karate Pants, by GAP.

So Paul put that on. And he kicked.



When we finally stopped laughing at his shenanigans, He told me he's going to organize all his shit and give it to me, since none of his things fit him anymore (for the opposite reasons as mine).

So the next time you see us walking down the street, you best make sure you identify us properly before you come up. You might be confused.

Yay clothes swapping.

How gay and girly of us.

Roomates Part Duex

I headed off to Jersey City with my friend Jim. I had three replies off of people from craigslist, and I wanted to settle on something today. I already made the call to my work telling them i'd like to push back my start date to May 1 if possible. But since i've been looking at places for the past three weeks with no luck, I really just wanted to find something so I could stop looking.

I arrived at the Newport Centre Mall. Of course, with my unfortunate luck, I got calls from all three people on my way up saying they would be late and wanted to push back their meet times a couple hours. So I sat in the mall for a couple hours with Jim. We ate cookies. I like cookies.

My cellphone rings. She says she's home and I can come over any time. She's a 27 year old girl, the room she's renting out is 800 bucks, it has a parking spot included in rent. That's all I know before I head over there.

I arrive on her street, and while wandering down the block to find her house, a friendly older gentlemen says good evening and asks me who i'm looking for. I say the girl's name, and he points to a house, "Oh, she lives right here. The heavy set girl right?"

I say honestly that I'm not sure. Me and Jim shoot each other an ominous look.

I ring the girl's doorbell and through the sheer curtain covering the glass half of the door, I see a large shadow moving closer and closer, like a whale or shark in a bad movie scene. The door opens, the music stops, and a smiling happy not-as-fat-as-in-my-mind girl opened the door.

She turned out the be really friendly, and I probably would have gotten along with her well.

While I'm out house #1, the phone rings, and house #2 says he's home and ready for me to come over. This place is 700 dollars, the room is partially furnished with a bed and desk, and parking is available in a two car garage/two car driveway, but i'd be living with 3 other guys.

I get over there, pull up in their driveway. He calls me, asking me if i'm outside. I say I am, he tells me to wait there for fifteen minutes. This guy was originally supposed to see me half a week ago, turned that down, called me earlier telling me to come later, and now asking me to wait fifteen more minutes. Yea. Fifteen more minutes won't kill me.

He finally comes down, he shows me the place. The room is decently sized, but the bathroom is decrepid. I like clean bathrooms. Also, the parking situation wasn't very good. There are three others cars there plus mine. That means we would have to rotated cars in order to get cars out of the garage. Nobody is touching my car.

So far, chubs is winning the roommate contest.

We head off to house #3. The girl called at 7:30 scheduling for 8:30, then at 8, scheduling for 9:30, then at 9, scheduling for 10:30. I told Jim that unless she was hot, there's no way her place could be better than the 27 year old girl's. Her place is 600 dollars a month, utilities included, bed left in room, but no parking.

I meet up with her, and to my horror and surprised, she's actually cute. To top it off, her place is fuckin fantastic. The living room and kitchen area is HUGE, my room is actually about the same size as my room right now. The bathroom is tiny with a stand up shower stall, but hell, I guess I can deal.

Needless to say, asian girl wins.

I told her I'd need some time to crunch some numbers before I decide, and that I would let her know. I'm not impulsive enough to want to live with a cute asian girl just cuz she's cute. I wanted to figure out cost vs time vs convenience vs socialability with roommate. Without laying out all the numbers, basically house full of guys was out right away cuz of bathroom. Of the two places left, asian girl > older white girl, PATH > light rail to PATH, 600 > 800 (even after fees for a spot in a parking lot), and huge spacish 2 floor house > 1 floor with weird older couple living upstairs who can come through our floor whenever they want.

I get home at 1:30 in the morning, listen to my answer machine and my work called. She stated that they decided to give me 2,000 dollars as a relocation bonus.

I slept pretty well last night.

$500-$900 Looking for Room/Roomate Manhattan Area

Hello, i'm a 23 year old professional male that recently found a job in Manhattan near Times Square. I'll be starting April 17th, so hopefully we can work something out.

What kind of place i'm looking for: Something that is close to a train/subway, within a couple minutes walking distance. I'd like a decent sized bedroom with an actual kitchen and living room area. I'd like to be able to keep a car near me, so dedicated parking would be a plus, but not neccessary if everything else fits.

I don't mind riding the train/subway for up to 30-40 minutes if I have to, but the place has to be pretty comfortable, a place that I would consider worth the extra travel time. Obviously, the shittier the place is, the less of a commute I can tolerate. Riding 50 minutes on the subway to a piece of shit hovel isn't exactly thrilling.

What kind of people i'd live with: I'd like someone who is reasonably clean and organized. I have lived with both males and females, but I found living with a female works out better. I actually have to be a gentleman, and that's reflected in my living habits.

Having similar interests is a plus, but if we're different, being tolerant of each others hobbies/activities is required. I won't make fun of you for being emo if you don't make fun of my fantasy novels.

Please leave comments, aim me, or dance like a chicken if you have something available for me. Thanks in advance.