I am a Bitch
I know I told alot of you that I was retiring and saving the blog as a medium for me to reflect and write about my thoughts, but I could not stay away. There has been several instances of FAS...funny ass shit or thoughts that I felt I had to share. Unfortunately facebook is no longer a medium to do that, and re: twitter, I just don't have the patience or the discipline to write my thoughts in 160 letters are less.
So here I am. Back. I feel like Michael Jordan when he came back to the Wizards. I know I had a couple great years when I first came out and had some classic posts. However, two years later, I don't know what kind of moves I have and if I will just end up ruining my legacy. Frankly I am also afraid that my life has grown a bit stale as is common with those on the precept of turning 30. ( I am almost 99% sure I used "precept" wrong, but whatever). My days of getting black out drunk, are limited to bachelor parties/weddings and as for strip clubs, I only go when there is a bachelor involved.
I still find writing therapeutic, so rather than post my deepest thoughts here, I have started another blog, that will be an online diary. No I am not gay. I just think writing about shit, can help you. Case in point, I have been investing my savings for the last year or so with mixed success. Though I preach buy low, sell high, I found myself feeling left out whenever there was a big market rally, and would eventually buy high, and double down low. I just learned in CFA class that this is called escalation bias.
Anyway as I way to combat this phenomena I have kept an investing diary that has my logic for each trade, what was I feeling before the purchase, and how I felt when the market tanked 15% etc. At least being aware of my emotional state while trading has actually helped me alot. That and the market being above 10,000.
Blacking Out
As I mentioned above, the only time I have blacked out has been at bachelor parties. Unfortunately during the last one, I blacked out at the worst possible place. Inside a strip club. It was one of my boys bachelor party and we rented a winnebago to take 10 of us to Tahoe. After seeing how whack the strippers were in Tahoe during a previous bachelor party, I recommended we stop in Sacramento.
After going paint-balling, we stopped by a motel 6 in Sacramento to shower. We were all sweaty and grimy from the day, and we collectively decided this was no way to roll to a SC. I went to book the room and asked if we could get a discount since we only needed the room for an hour. He did not budge in price - damn chinese! The funny part he was looking me funny. I guess when I kept saying by the hour, he prolly thought I had a hooker with me. When I mentioned that all 10 dudes just need to shower, he prolly got even more freaked out.
Anyway we rolled to the strip club and found out it was fully nude and thus did not serve any alcohol. Mind you were were all super faded before we walked in. However the fact that the club would not let us buy overpriced drinks made us want to drink more. Luckily our RV was completely hooked up with liqs and we ended up spending as much time in the club as drinking in the RV which was parked right outside the club.
Long story short, the 4 hours we spent in the strip club felt like 10 mins. I spend over $150 on the bachelor, which given my financial status I prolly would not do. Apparently I had 4 or 5 dances, of which I remember nothing. Fuck me.
Spin Class
Being part of Bay Club really has helped me survive this bout with unemployment. Whenever I feel stressed, depressed or weak I go to the gym. It is surprising, I have actually made some good friends there and will randomly run into peeps throughout the city. The funny thing is that I don't think none of them know my actual name. Everyone calls me "G". I guess this started because I would write "G" rather than "gaurav" on the signup board for basketball, and well it just stuck. Plus it is easier to yell "Big G!!!" rather than "Big Gaurav".
Anyhow one of the many benefits of the Bay Club is that there are alot of hot girls who are also members. Like at times, I feel like I am in La. Problem is that the gym is the absolute worst place to hit on a girl. First of all, I think girls think alot more about their outfits that I do. While they will color coordinate outfits, i tend to wear the same sweatshirt and basketball shorts. its funny because, the outfit that is in my gym id, is generally what i wear to the gym 90% of the time, and that is a bit embarrassing. I do though enjoy the view and rather that gawk at these girls, use it as inspiration - "If i run one more mile, then I can get that girl". I know pretty lame logic, but whatever, 99% of the time, I do run that extra mile.
Lately, I have been attending more classes. Besides being a great workout, these classes are 90% women. I am not going to lie to you, seeing a really hot girl doing squats is an awesome sight. However, these classes kick my ass so much that mid way through I am more concerned about surviving and not having the weight collapse on me. On a positive note, I do have more respect for women - despite having a small frame, they lift alot and have more stamina.
Since leaving CS, I have really tried to lose weight and have been going to the gym everyday. I cook alot of my meals and have even cutback my drinking. rather than eating a slice of pizza after a night out, i now come home and make some eggs, because it is the healthier option. However, as I was cleaning out some files, I found a fat test that I had done in 06. I was the same weight and roughly the same body fat percentage then as I am now. Fuck me!!
After finding this out, I decided I need to focus more on cardio and decided to do spin. I got to the class a bit late and found a bike in the corner. Unfortunately this bike did not have normal pedals - rather, this bike had the pedals that required special shoes that pro bikers use (they snap in). So this girl suggests that there is an open bike in the front row, right in front of the teacher. What happens after is predictable. For the the next hour, I try to cheat and get called out in front of the class. Also for some reason, my shorts were loose, so I was super concerned that I was mooning some poor girl when I was told to "get out of the saddle".
Breasts
As many of you have taken extra care to comment on, I have man-boobs. Its not man-boobs from being overweight. I have seen people in the gym who are 300 plus, and they still have smaller breasts than I do. It is this reason, that I always hesitate to sit in a sauna with friends or jump in the pool at a pool party. For years I have tried to convince others that these were pecs, but I knew that I was lying. I don't know cup sizes that well, but I think I am about a "b" cup. (On a separate note, I have hooked up with girls who have smaller breasts than me, which lets just say is a very interesting conversation.)
I finally went to the doctor to ask him about it. His reaction was priceless when I took my shirt off. He hesitated and then said "There does seem to some extra fatty tissue" as he poked me with a pen. The next 10 minutes were dedicated to talking about me and my breasts. When did I first notice them etc, are they sore, etc. It is during these times I thank god I am not married - I can't imagine having the same conversation in front of my wife. Actually that brings up an interesting question. When we were kids, our mom would sit in the exam room while the doctor looked over us. Does this happen when you are married? would your wife sit through a exam like this?
I implored him to do whatever testing was required, including hormones,liver etc. I even asked him for an estrogen test, to which he responded "sure, its your $". When I went to the blood lab, the lady asked me twice if the doctor really was requesting an estrogen test, and not a testosterone test.
Anyhow, I finally got my results, and it turns out that my body is producing extra estrogen. So when you were saying "G, why are you being a bitch" or "G, stop being a pussy", you guys were actually right. FML.
I am now taking a medicine meant for ladies with breast cancer, which helps to reduce the size of my breast. Though I can bench 235+. the fact remains I got some man boobs. Fuck me.
Recent Movies/TV
I just saw "Up in the Air" and "Mary and Max" - awesome movies. "Angels and Demons", on the other hand was complete shit, especially since they mutilated the book.
I have been watching the new series of Friday Night Lights, which in my opinion is the best TV drama made in the last five years. I mean this show makes you feel every emotion, but always leaves you inspired. (The Lockerroom battle cry is "Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can't Lose"). It has amazing complex characters, relevant story lines, and to top it off a great soundtrack.
Right now the show is played only on DirectTV, and then shows on NBC this spring. Of course I cant wait, so I have been downloading it and watch it on my laptop. Check it out.
Padma
I recently had a conversation about Padma wondering if the BK ad went to far. For some reason I thought she was a conservative cook, but well I guess she is not. I guess she was a model first. Thank god she found her true calling first. Enjoy.
So here I am. Back. I feel like Michael Jordan when he came back to the Wizards. I know I had a couple great years when I first came out and had some classic posts. However, two years later, I don't know what kind of moves I have and if I will just end up ruining my legacy. Frankly I am also afraid that my life has grown a bit stale as is common with those on the precept of turning 30. ( I am almost 99% sure I used "precept" wrong, but whatever). My days of getting black out drunk, are limited to bachelor parties/weddings and as for strip clubs, I only go when there is a bachelor involved.
I still find writing therapeutic, so rather than post my deepest thoughts here, I have started another blog, that will be an online diary. No I am not gay. I just think writing about shit, can help you. Case in point, I have been investing my savings for the last year or so with mixed success. Though I preach buy low, sell high, I found myself feeling left out whenever there was a big market rally, and would eventually buy high, and double down low. I just learned in CFA class that this is called escalation bias.
Anyway as I way to combat this phenomena I have kept an investing diary that has my logic for each trade, what was I feeling before the purchase, and how I felt when the market tanked 15% etc. At least being aware of my emotional state while trading has actually helped me alot. That and the market being above 10,000.
Blacking Out
As I mentioned above, the only time I have blacked out has been at bachelor parties. Unfortunately during the last one, I blacked out at the worst possible place. Inside a strip club. It was one of my boys bachelor party and we rented a winnebago to take 10 of us to Tahoe. After seeing how whack the strippers were in Tahoe during a previous bachelor party, I recommended we stop in Sacramento.
After going paint-balling, we stopped by a motel 6 in Sacramento to shower. We were all sweaty and grimy from the day, and we collectively decided this was no way to roll to a SC. I went to book the room and asked if we could get a discount since we only needed the room for an hour. He did not budge in price - damn chinese! The funny part he was looking me funny. I guess when I kept saying by the hour, he prolly thought I had a hooker with me. When I mentioned that all 10 dudes just need to shower, he prolly got even more freaked out.
Anyway we rolled to the strip club and found out it was fully nude and thus did not serve any alcohol. Mind you were were all super faded before we walked in. However the fact that the club would not let us buy overpriced drinks made us want to drink more. Luckily our RV was completely hooked up with liqs and we ended up spending as much time in the club as drinking in the RV which was parked right outside the club.
Long story short, the 4 hours we spent in the strip club felt like 10 mins. I spend over $150 on the bachelor, which given my financial status I prolly would not do. Apparently I had 4 or 5 dances, of which I remember nothing. Fuck me.
Spin Class
Being part of Bay Club really has helped me survive this bout with unemployment. Whenever I feel stressed, depressed or weak I go to the gym. It is surprising, I have actually made some good friends there and will randomly run into peeps throughout the city. The funny thing is that I don't think none of them know my actual name. Everyone calls me "G". I guess this started because I would write "G" rather than "gaurav" on the signup board for basketball, and well it just stuck. Plus it is easier to yell "Big G!!!" rather than "Big Gaurav".
Anyhow one of the many benefits of the Bay Club is that there are alot of hot girls who are also members. Like at times, I feel like I am in La. Problem is that the gym is the absolute worst place to hit on a girl. First of all, I think girls think alot more about their outfits that I do. While they will color coordinate outfits, i tend to wear the same sweatshirt and basketball shorts. its funny because, the outfit that is in my gym id, is generally what i wear to the gym 90% of the time, and that is a bit embarrassing. I do though enjoy the view and rather that gawk at these girls, use it as inspiration - "If i run one more mile, then I can get that girl". I know pretty lame logic, but whatever, 99% of the time, I do run that extra mile.
Lately, I have been attending more classes. Besides being a great workout, these classes are 90% women. I am not going to lie to you, seeing a really hot girl doing squats is an awesome sight. However, these classes kick my ass so much that mid way through I am more concerned about surviving and not having the weight collapse on me. On a positive note, I do have more respect for women - despite having a small frame, they lift alot and have more stamina.
Since leaving CS, I have really tried to lose weight and have been going to the gym everyday. I cook alot of my meals and have even cutback my drinking. rather than eating a slice of pizza after a night out, i now come home and make some eggs, because it is the healthier option. However, as I was cleaning out some files, I found a fat test that I had done in 06. I was the same weight and roughly the same body fat percentage then as I am now. Fuck me!!
After finding this out, I decided I need to focus more on cardio and decided to do spin. I got to the class a bit late and found a bike in the corner. Unfortunately this bike did not have normal pedals - rather, this bike had the pedals that required special shoes that pro bikers use (they snap in). So this girl suggests that there is an open bike in the front row, right in front of the teacher. What happens after is predictable. For the the next hour, I try to cheat and get called out in front of the class. Also for some reason, my shorts were loose, so I was super concerned that I was mooning some poor girl when I was told to "get out of the saddle".
Breasts
As many of you have taken extra care to comment on, I have man-boobs. Its not man-boobs from being overweight. I have seen people in the gym who are 300 plus, and they still have smaller breasts than I do. It is this reason, that I always hesitate to sit in a sauna with friends or jump in the pool at a pool party. For years I have tried to convince others that these were pecs, but I knew that I was lying. I don't know cup sizes that well, but I think I am about a "b" cup. (On a separate note, I have hooked up with girls who have smaller breasts than me, which lets just say is a very interesting conversation.)
I finally went to the doctor to ask him about it. His reaction was priceless when I took my shirt off. He hesitated and then said "There does seem to some extra fatty tissue" as he poked me with a pen. The next 10 minutes were dedicated to talking about me and my breasts. When did I first notice them etc, are they sore, etc. It is during these times I thank god I am not married - I can't imagine having the same conversation in front of my wife. Actually that brings up an interesting question. When we were kids, our mom would sit in the exam room while the doctor looked over us. Does this happen when you are married? would your wife sit through a exam like this?
I implored him to do whatever testing was required, including hormones,liver etc. I even asked him for an estrogen test, to which he responded "sure, its your $". When I went to the blood lab, the lady asked me twice if the doctor really was requesting an estrogen test, and not a testosterone test.
Anyhow, I finally got my results, and it turns out that my body is producing extra estrogen. So when you were saying "G, why are you being a bitch" or "G, stop being a pussy", you guys were actually right. FML.
I am now taking a medicine meant for ladies with breast cancer, which helps to reduce the size of my breast. Though I can bench 235+. the fact remains I got some man boobs. Fuck me.
Recent Movies/TV
I just saw "Up in the Air" and "Mary and Max" - awesome movies. "Angels and Demons", on the other hand was complete shit, especially since they mutilated the book.
I have been watching the new series of Friday Night Lights, which in my opinion is the best TV drama made in the last five years. I mean this show makes you feel every emotion, but always leaves you inspired. (The Lockerroom battle cry is "Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can't Lose"). It has amazing complex characters, relevant story lines, and to top it off a great soundtrack.
Right now the show is played only on DirectTV, and then shows on NBC this spring. Of course I cant wait, so I have been downloading it and watch it on my laptop. Check it out.
Padma
I recently had a conversation about Padma wondering if the BK ad went to far. For some reason I thought she was a conservative cook, but well I guess she is not. I guess she was a model first. Thank god she found her true calling first. Enjoy.
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