Well, I'm back to the rat race. My vacation is well over due, and I'm back interning at a hospital in a really ghetto city. Do you know all those hot television shows that kids love to watch back in the day like Doogie Howser, Scrubs, Nurse Jackie, House, and Dr. Oz!? Wouldn't you love to work in a hospital!? My honest truth is you don't. I sure as hell do not want to. Long story short, it's been 1 out of the 2 years so far I need to survive the radiology program. Several students have already dropped out due to various reasons. Either a student can't pass the written exams that involves textbooks, or they can't deal with patients. My case is that I can't deal with patients. It's a horrifying experience for me to be in with anyone else, especially if they're sick. If it is one thing people have it's the ability to expose other people's flaws and weaknesses. The amount of blame and wild accusations runs rampant and wild. I cannot deal with all of the back stabbing, political issues people have with one another. I especially cannot deal with talkative women who do nothing but complain and nag. Simply, I do not want to be there. I would rather bag groceries at the supermarket or be the dumbest life guard on duty at a local swimming pool. Being around people here is not for the faint of heart. There's a whole lot of baggage that you have to deal with. Some guy even dropped a pile of urine on the floor today while trying to pee in a cup for a urine sample. Another one just peed all over the place while standing to take a simple x-ray. All of this daily nonsense adds up nonstop. For me, it's not worth it. I do not want to work at a hospital. I do not care about the money. I would advise kids to stay very far away from a health and/or medical profession. You do not want to deal with these people. If you thought customers were bad, patients are even worse.
I'm not here to lie to you. I'm not here to sell you anything. I know what I'm saying is not what people want to hear, but for me it's the truth. Of course, everyone wants to make that money. I want to make that money, but it's just not worth dealing with people. You must be a very special person to be able to work with others so closely and actually enjoy the experience. I don't enjoy the experience of running towards trouble and help solve the problem at hand. Life is already full of a lot crap and working at a hospital just makes it worse. As I've said before, I'm not sure how much any longer I can survive in this program. I have the physical strength to persevere, I have the mental strength to pass the written exams, but when it comes to dealing with the emotional drama of everyday people Lord have mercy.
Child support may very well never be paid by the likes of me. Now, I don't even care about the money. I see what happens to everyday people and health is definitely top priority. Sure, I want nice things that cost a lot of money; but the amount of work I would have to pull everything off would be too crushing and detrimental to my very core and being. It's best if I just rolled into a another job that doesn't require having as much direct contact with people. I don't know when this will happen, but I'm prepared for it if it does. Paying more money for a better education has never helped the likes of me either. Perhaps, I've just been in the wrong field for my entire life? Obviously, I've walked down the wrong path believing in others and listening to what they wanted. I need to focus more on what I want. Working at in a hospital is not something I want; it's probably the last thing I want to do with my life. I know I'm a jerk and should stay out even if it means making less money. At this point, sustaining a one bedroom apartment and eating 3 meals a day is good enough for me. What else can I tell my readers? There's no hope for you unless you take advantage of whatever natural talent you possess in a particular field and work hard to develop that talent for a specialized trade, skill, and/or industry that's highly marketable. For everyone else, there's the option of dying young and leaving behind a beautiful corpse.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
Scouring the World
Well, my intensive workout sessions seem to be slowing down soon. My schooling is about to start up on Monday. I will try to incorporate a light workout here and there just to keep fit. School is full of a lot of garbage. It's not what you want; it's what the teacher wants. You have to do what the teacher wants, and they charge you tuition money for doing what they want. Basically, it's like paying to work. A lot of the times you aren't even learning what subjects you're interested in or have passion for; the school system just wants you to keep paying money for requirement classes that no one cares about. No one really wants to care about these mediocre things like grades; they just want to improve their skill level, actually learn something new, or become competent at something. Unfortunately, the vast majority of professionals just want to see some stupid "A" on your report card; which is meaningless if you didn't actually learn anything in the long run. To have passion and grasp a particular subject because you love doing it, means a lot more than a stupid grade letter and to look good only on paper. I don't want to be fooled and be tricked that achieving good grades will lead to a better career or job. I want to know that I'm in school for something I love and am willing to take care of, as opposed to trying to trick the system and leave with a report card with all "A"s on it. I know this, because all my life I've been tricking the system and getting "A"s. The whole system is dumb. Once you get that A in whatever subject, you forget everything. It's completely pointless, except it looks good on paper. All the "professionals" love seeing it on a resume for whatever reason. It's false hope. What really matters is that you love what you are doing and that it's important to you. When you wake up early in the morning, you know in your heart that's what you want to do. That is the attitude I want in life. I want to wake up and do something that I love for a job as opposed to trying to cheat the system and look good on paper. Forget about looking good on paper, forget about grades, and look what's in your heart and decide for yourself what you want to do in life.
Well, I got myself into the x-ray program. My job is to take people's x-rays. It's a two year program. It's not easy, but thank God I have the Unemployment Tuition Waiver program on my side. Much like working in any other medical or pharmaceutical company, sick people suck. SICK PEOPLE SUCK. It's not going to change, but they are your "customers". I guess I'm use to it, but I see it as a business. Some employees will look you in the eye and try to lie to your face and tell you that they actually care about their patients; but have you ever seen the size of their paychecks. People in healthcare should be Hollywood actors! Like everything else, it's a business. How to manage and deal with sick people is the name of the game and business. I love the business of getting things moving: People coming in, getting the job done; and watching them leave. I'm love the logistics of the whole thing. I'm not a natural humanitarian, so it's hard for me at times. I like to see numbers; I like to see things on the computer. If it's not on the computer, it's fluff to me. Like a 200 pound weight, an x-ray image cannot lie. People can lie and be emotional all the time, but science cannot. Dealing with people is a challenge for me. Their emotional, their scared, they want things, their dependent on others all the time, they yell, they curse at you, and it's hard to deal with all the baggage they try to dump on you when you're the one responsible to help them. Like an overflowed toilet, the poop gets stuck on the bottom and everything starts flowing out. Sick people are not much very different. We've all been sick before, but some cases are worse than others. I can only imagine that the medical field must be hard for everyone. It's fine for me to perform somewhere that is quiet, but when you add a live person all hell breaks loose. The crying, the level of trust, the eye contact, the no touching, the pregnancy, the age, the birth date, the relatives, the language barrier, the whatever; a medical professional must be able to deal with all of this baggage. Sick people are like big babies. The easiest thing for me to do is talk to them and ask them about themselves, since people love talking about themselves and their war stories. I have to work a 6.5 hour shift and can care less. Another factor is the level of perfectionism that's required in the healthcare field. Everything must be done right the first time. It's not like McDonald's or K-Mart where it's acceptable to offer refunds or mess up an order, sick people are big babies and need super attention that can drain you like a vampire. It's no wonder why so many doctors appear to be cold and callous, because the line of work is really difficult. It's like having kids, and you're the dad/mom. Well, I'm sure as hell am not the father.
Essentially, all jobs require that someone else sees your work. It's not about you: It's about the other person; and that's why you're getting paid for XYZ. If this x-ray healthcare field doesn't workout for me because I'm too much of a jerk, I may move onto somewhere else where I can screw up and things wouldn't matter much like retail. As a child, I saw foreign immigrants and mentally challenged people bagging groceries for a living and thought I never ever wanted to do that for a living. Unfortunately, if I don't start thinking outside the box that's going to be me. Well, it's just that I was educated with a college degree. I should at least be trying to strive for something more out of life, but I always seem to want to stay in the same level of comfort zone. Meeting new companies, cold calling, sending out new resumes, following up, sending thank you letters, shaking hands, making eye contact, dressing up, being judged, all of these crazy things must be compressed and ironed into one little tight package before being ready to deployed into the workforce.
Where do you want to work? No, really WHERE DO YOU WANT TO WORK? Not what your parents' want, not what your teachers' want, not where your friends' want; WHERE DO YOU WANT TO WORK? When I ask myself this question, I really don't know. I wouldn't want to work anywhere to be honest. All jobs kind of suck in their own way, shape, or form; but I need money to survive just like everyone else. Well, I know I like computers. I do like handling finances, but I also know I don't like having to talk to the vast majority of people. People and money go hand in hand together. You can't have one without the other. I know I hate customer service. Perhaps something further down the road in IT or computer science would well suit me like a latex glove. I wouldn't mind spending more time baby sitting my computer. I can't get involved with people. There's just too much drama, too much blame, too much "he said; she said", too much law, too many rules and regulations; too much politics, too much baggage; too many baby moma'; too much everything!? Ideally, I would be something simple as a purchasing manager. I just buy stuff really cheap or on sale for my company to sell as a product or service. That's exactly what I'm going to do: Call myself a purchasing manager for my own company; buy good products on clearance/sale; continue to sell in a global market connected by the internet; buildup my company name; avoid making eye contact with crazy people; rinse and repeat. I like a computer, a cup of coffee, invest and trade stocks, and maybe something not too hard to solve or play with. When little kids ask me what I do, I tell them "I'm a purchasing manager". When an adult asks me what I do, I tell them "I'm an x-ray technician".
Well, I got myself into the x-ray program. My job is to take people's x-rays. It's a two year program. It's not easy, but thank God I have the Unemployment Tuition Waiver program on my side. Much like working in any other medical or pharmaceutical company, sick people suck. SICK PEOPLE SUCK. It's not going to change, but they are your "customers". I guess I'm use to it, but I see it as a business. Some employees will look you in the eye and try to lie to your face and tell you that they actually care about their patients; but have you ever seen the size of their paychecks. People in healthcare should be Hollywood actors! Like everything else, it's a business. How to manage and deal with sick people is the name of the game and business. I love the business of getting things moving: People coming in, getting the job done; and watching them leave. I'm love the logistics of the whole thing. I'm not a natural humanitarian, so it's hard for me at times. I like to see numbers; I like to see things on the computer. If it's not on the computer, it's fluff to me. Like a 200 pound weight, an x-ray image cannot lie. People can lie and be emotional all the time, but science cannot. Dealing with people is a challenge for me. Their emotional, their scared, they want things, their dependent on others all the time, they yell, they curse at you, and it's hard to deal with all the baggage they try to dump on you when you're the one responsible to help them. Like an overflowed toilet, the poop gets stuck on the bottom and everything starts flowing out. Sick people are not much very different. We've all been sick before, but some cases are worse than others. I can only imagine that the medical field must be hard for everyone. It's fine for me to perform somewhere that is quiet, but when you add a live person all hell breaks loose. The crying, the level of trust, the eye contact, the no touching, the pregnancy, the age, the birth date, the relatives, the language barrier, the whatever; a medical professional must be able to deal with all of this baggage. Sick people are like big babies. The easiest thing for me to do is talk to them and ask them about themselves, since people love talking about themselves and their war stories. I have to work a 6.5 hour shift and can care less. Another factor is the level of perfectionism that's required in the healthcare field. Everything must be done right the first time. It's not like McDonald's or K-Mart where it's acceptable to offer refunds or mess up an order, sick people are big babies and need super attention that can drain you like a vampire. It's no wonder why so many doctors appear to be cold and callous, because the line of work is really difficult. It's like having kids, and you're the dad/mom. Well, I'm sure as hell am not the father.
Essentially, all jobs require that someone else sees your work. It's not about you: It's about the other person; and that's why you're getting paid for XYZ. If this x-ray healthcare field doesn't workout for me because I'm too much of a jerk, I may move onto somewhere else where I can screw up and things wouldn't matter much like retail. As a child, I saw foreign immigrants and mentally challenged people bagging groceries for a living and thought I never ever wanted to do that for a living. Unfortunately, if I don't start thinking outside the box that's going to be me. Well, it's just that I was educated with a college degree. I should at least be trying to strive for something more out of life, but I always seem to want to stay in the same level of comfort zone. Meeting new companies, cold calling, sending out new resumes, following up, sending thank you letters, shaking hands, making eye contact, dressing up, being judged, all of these crazy things must be compressed and ironed into one little tight package before being ready to deployed into the workforce.
Here's a recent example that I just came back from. A lot of these classics are sold 75% off on clearance. My job is just to scout out any potential money makers and store it. I do not need to pay money for tuition; I just jump right into business. No college required: Just pure arbitrage. This Venom and Spiderman tablet case cost me a total of $5.35. I can easily resell it at $20 right now or wait a year for it to be a collector's item, where it would be worth much more when they run out of print. Here's the tricky part, if I sell too early I can lose out on potential profit. I can grab that $20 now or wait for interest like a US Savings Bond. I have to make that decision of making a quick buck or keeping it in storage. No matter what the same principal is always applied: Buy low and sell high. This is not short selling either. Sometimes it takes weeks or months. It's something like a hobby. You can't obsess over sales, or you won't get any. It's not like a rapid, fire business of a brick and motor store. Things may happen only weekly, quarterly, semiannually, or even annually. It's just like appreciating dividends. You don't expect to make dividends on a daily basis. The shortest dividend payout is monthly, followed by quarterly, semiannually, and yearly. Just look at it as dividends to your company. It's just an additional side job or business at the moment. To be able to sell daily, you need to be a brick and motor store that costs a serious amount of loot, overhead, employees, paper work, taxes, and serious people skills. If I really ever wanted that, I would just work at a real retail store as a manager. I don't think I'll ever be a manager of a store. The customers will drive you nuts, and all I'd want to do is leave. Sure, there are some nice people out there; but a lot of them are extremely nasty. They talk on their cell phones, they smoke, they spit, they argue, they bring their kids, they will literally crap all over the place on the floor, etc. We're all guilty of these things, but times that by ten and you have a lot of baggage to deal with. I don't want anywhere near that crap. I don't even want to be bothered by whatever nonsense the customer is trying to convey to me of what's wrong. For example, an old lady trying to return makeup because it doesn't make her face look any younger. When your seventy years old, life will do that to you no matter what L'Oreal product you buy. The complaints; the returns; the receipts; the crying kids; the old people; the whatever. The hell with it; I would just own a small hobby shop and cater to a specific customer or clientele that doesn't involve a swarm of messed up people. I'm well aware that my humanity is lacking in nature; but what I want is good workflow. Even with all the drama involved with living going on, my goal and focus is always to run a smooth transaction of business and operations. Things that cost money need to be logical or make sense to some degree, or I won't do it.
Where do you want to work? No, really WHERE DO YOU WANT TO WORK? Not what your parents' want, not what your teachers' want, not where your friends' want; WHERE DO YOU WANT TO WORK? When I ask myself this question, I really don't know. I wouldn't want to work anywhere to be honest. All jobs kind of suck in their own way, shape, or form; but I need money to survive just like everyone else. Well, I know I like computers. I do like handling finances, but I also know I don't like having to talk to the vast majority of people. People and money go hand in hand together. You can't have one without the other. I know I hate customer service. Perhaps something further down the road in IT or computer science would well suit me like a latex glove. I wouldn't mind spending more time baby sitting my computer. I can't get involved with people. There's just too much drama, too much blame, too much "he said; she said", too much law, too many rules and regulations; too much politics, too much baggage; too many baby moma'; too much everything!? Ideally, I would be something simple as a purchasing manager. I just buy stuff really cheap or on sale for my company to sell as a product or service. That's exactly what I'm going to do: Call myself a purchasing manager for my own company; buy good products on clearance/sale; continue to sell in a global market connected by the internet; buildup my company name; avoid making eye contact with crazy people; rinse and repeat. I like a computer, a cup of coffee, invest and trade stocks, and maybe something not too hard to solve or play with. When little kids ask me what I do, I tell them "I'm a purchasing manager". When an adult asks me what I do, I tell them "I'm an x-ray technician".
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Wednesday - Tired but Hungry
I woke up at 10AM only to realize I did nothing for the day except swim. I barely had enough energy after to workout with some free weights. Thankfully, I received a family donation of Cliff protein bars. With 20 grams of protein in each bar, these things are great! I have to give them a try soon. Even after eating through a banana, a soy protein shake, 2 egg sandwiches, 4 ribs, brown rice, and randomly assorted vegetables, I still feel a bit tired. It doesn't matter much if I eat before or after workouts. I just need to be in the mood to workout. Sometimes both; sometimes not at all. I just hope to be able to get up before the day is over and get in a workout. I've realized that I don't ever workout 6 times a week, and if I ever do it's probably because I have nothing else on my laundry list of stuff to do. How anyone can workout 6 times a week is beyond me. Some days I just need to rest and sleep in. If I can get in 3 workout days a week that would be great! My overall goal is not to lose weight or become a body building champion, but to gain more muscle than fat and to be more energetic and healthy. I don't like feeling tired or sick. I always want to feel strong and competent. I only weigh around 130 lbs. If I can get 5 or 10 more pounds of solid muscle in that would be fantastic!
This is the reality, and I have to use whatever resources I have to stay healthy and buildup successful habits for the long run. I lack the discipline and anal attention span of having a strict diet and exercise plan like most professionals. Instead, I mostly workout when and where my body feels like it; but always holding on to the fact that these things should be done daily on a routine basis if possible. If I can't workout for whatever reason, my body will go into sleep or resting mode and that's perfectly fine. Atrophy is when the muscles start to deteriorate after one does not workout for a long period of time. I'm fully aware of the pathology involved in not keeping up with working out as well. The key is balance: You can't overwork out, and you can't not work out. Having a balanced way of life benefits both your mind and body.
What do all of these crazy workouts actually mean? Why not just stay in your comfort zone where you sit on the couch and watch television? Why not just blow all your money on booze and cheap hookers? "Want" is what I'm looking for. An individual must truly "want" something to begin with. Fabulous things and goals can't be obtained unless something is actually wanted in the first place. You must want and be hungry. You must have a high level of interest otherwise nothing will happen. Stay hungry and.strive for what you want in life! Don't settle and be like the everyone else. Once you achieved your goal, raise your bar higher. That's how you keep building and moving forward.
I ate the Cliff bar soon after my workout and took a selfie. Most of the ingredients on the bar said "soy protein". I believed I had been had, but I don't care much really. I can work on my abs a bit more, as well as my lower back. Those are some hard to hit areas. I need to do additional research if I ever want to further develop those hard to reach muscle areas. None the less, I had three weeks of vacation and decided to work out to the fullest. I can't complain about my results. I'm proud of myself for not sitting on the couch and watching television. May I continue to benefit a life full of fitness and hard work.
What do all of these crazy workouts actually mean? Why not just stay in your comfort zone where you sit on the couch and watch television? Why not just blow all your money on booze and cheap hookers? "Want" is what I'm looking for. An individual must truly "want" something to begin with. Fabulous things and goals can't be obtained unless something is actually wanted in the first place. You must want and be hungry. You must have a high level of interest otherwise nothing will happen. Stay hungry and.strive for what you want in life! Don't settle and be like the everyone else. Once you achieved your goal, raise your bar higher. That's how you keep building and moving forward.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Tuesday's Vacation
The good news is that I'm still riding on my vacation week. I'm not obligated to work or do anything today. I just wanted to take the time and reflect on my laziness. I got up at around 9AM with my muscles still sore from last night's workout. With my muscles sore, I do not plan on much exercising today except for a swim and light workout. Ever since waking up in the morning, I headed straight to the computer. Well, I'm down for the count today. I just don't have it in me to be posting anything of much interest as of the moment. A big workout the day before usually makes me real tired the next day. I'll be around and about. Hopefully, I'll get some rest.
But wait a minute, I just told you guys I was tired and taking a break for the day? That's what I thought, but all the sudden I swam for an hour or two. My main focus was to improve my butterflies. I wanted the hardest exercise to perform, so I can maximize whatever time I can sustain at the pool. At 7PM I feel like going back to the gym and working out again! The energy I feel right now is enough to get a workout in before sleep. From 7PM until the rest of the night, I will continue to get my work out completed. Rarely, do I ever work out this much; but I'm on vacation and fortunately have an excessive amount of time to burn.
So what have I been eating throughout the whole day? I had whatever was available at the time such as rice, chicken, beef, noodles, and assorted mixed vegetables. I always continue to eat everyday to get full and feed my natural hunger. I try to avoid fats, sugar, soda, and of course candy. After swimming, I even took a gulp of soy protein to rebuild my muscles with its high amino acid count. I can't wait to move on to whey protein. None the less, it's important that I keep exercising daily and eating right to maximize my overall health.
A good question that comes to mind: Am I as strong as Bruce Lee (since it's very easy to see that I look exactly him). The truth is simple, NO. Since his youth, he was very talented to the point he was on Hong Kong television. Next, his reaction time to flying objects is that of a cat. Third, he took the initiative to participate in as many street fights as humanly possible without any regards to his own safety or the safety of others. Forth, he could do push ups with his fingers. His finger strength contributed to a lot of his raw power. Since the invention of video games, finger strength was dealt away with the creation of button mashing that only required mindless finger tapping. Fifth, he was very flexible. It was easy for him to do splits, cartwheels, back flips, and getting up off the floor. Last but not least, he even beat Chuck Norris in one of his classic movies. Clearly, Bruce Lead was way ahead of his time. Unfortunately, like so many of "The Greats", he's dead; but now you guys have me. Why do all the good people have to die so young? Why is it that neither you or me ever embodies one of these "The Greats"? Well, I guess it's something that I'll always have to work on. That day may never come, but the important thing is that we are still alive and healthy.
Well, it's 9PM and the work out mission was a complete fail. Instead, I took a walk because the gym was occupied with a housing meeting. When stuff like that happens, it means that I should take it easy and give working out a break. Well, I'm tired. I'm off to retire for the night. May I have the energy to workout tomorrow and give it my all.
But wait a minute, I just told you guys I was tired and taking a break for the day? That's what I thought, but all the sudden I swam for an hour or two. My main focus was to improve my butterflies. I wanted the hardest exercise to perform, so I can maximize whatever time I can sustain at the pool. At 7PM I feel like going back to the gym and working out again! The energy I feel right now is enough to get a workout in before sleep. From 7PM until the rest of the night, I will continue to get my work out completed. Rarely, do I ever work out this much; but I'm on vacation and fortunately have an excessive amount of time to burn.
A good question that comes to mind: Am I as strong as Bruce Lee (since it's very easy to see that I look exactly him). The truth is simple, NO. Since his youth, he was very talented to the point he was on Hong Kong television. Next, his reaction time to flying objects is that of a cat. Third, he took the initiative to participate in as many street fights as humanly possible without any regards to his own safety or the safety of others. Forth, he could do push ups with his fingers. His finger strength contributed to a lot of his raw power. Since the invention of video games, finger strength was dealt away with the creation of button mashing that only required mindless finger tapping. Fifth, he was very flexible. It was easy for him to do splits, cartwheels, back flips, and getting up off the floor. Last but not least, he even beat Chuck Norris in one of his classic movies. Clearly, Bruce Lead was way ahead of his time. Unfortunately, like so many of "The Greats", he's dead; but now you guys have me. Why do all the good people have to die so young? Why is it that neither you or me ever embodies one of these "The Greats"? Well, I guess it's something that I'll always have to work on. That day may never come, but the important thing is that we are still alive and healthy.
Well, it's 9PM and the work out mission was a complete fail. Instead, I took a walk because the gym was occupied with a housing meeting. When stuff like that happens, it means that I should take it easy and give working out a break. Well, I'm tired. I'm off to retire for the night. May I have the energy to workout tomorrow and give it my all.
Monday, July 7, 2014
The Dreaded Monday Morning
Behold! It's that time again! Yes, Monday morning! Thankfully, I have the rest of the week off to relax. Unfortunately, to go and have fun takes a lot of money out of a man. You would think I the ordinary man would go out and spend all my money on parties and friends, but times are rough. I'm on the budget plan. Hell, I've been on the budget plan all my life. I have nothing to show for it. I'm not much different than the hobo who has been eating outside of the trash can outside on the streets of New York City. As a result, instead of going out on a rampage of rampant money spending; I guess I'm having just as much fun writing and continuing my new blog to the best of my abilities.
So we all face the same challenge every week: How the hell do you get up on a Monday morning? Well, I noticed the time was a bit after 8AM. I slept at around 11:30PM. That's a total about 7 hours. I felt somewhat recharged, but always a little big groggy here and there. Soon, the laziness kicked in and I didn't know what direction I should be going. After rushing to complete my daily chores of taking care of brushing my teeth and putting on some fresh clothes, I realized I was still the same, old Solomon. But wait a minute? Didn't I say I was going to be the best me I can be just the other day!? Why do I still feel like the same, old lazy homeless guy? What is this perpetual, homeless mechanical man still doing walking around in circles? Obviously, I have mistakenly boxed myself in from the very start of the day. I have now identified the problem like so many times before: I am not a morning person. Some of the most successful people on the planet are morning people. They wake up really early in the morning before anyone else, jump immediately to the gym, workout, and drive off to their fancy business to start the day. I am such a morning fail. Over the past years, I've tried to remedy this pattern of mine. I've tried sleeping as early as 8PM; I've tried exercising late at night; I've tried avoid eating at night so the stomach/liver can take a rest; I've tried drinking water; I've tried different alarm clocks; nothing seems to work. I am just the ultimate bum. My body will always gravitate towards waking up and properly functioning later in the day. My arms still feel tired from working out yesterday. I'm just not a morning person whatsoever.
Well, it doesn't seem like I won the genetic lottery on being a morning person. In an hour or two, my body will naturally wake itself up; but by then the power hours of the day will already be gone! Why am I even bothering comparing myself to other people who I'm clearly not!? I'm my own, unique individual that operates on my own timeline. It's great that everyone else can beat me in the morning, but what is someone like me to do who gets up later in the day? I don't want to feel inadequate about having to wake up later than the normal crowd of successful people, so I'll just have to work with whatever I can salvage. One of the main keys is to do whatever makes you feel good and maximize it as much as you can. Waking up early in the morning does not make me feel good in any way, shape, or form. I feel much better waking up later in the day, so that is what I'm going to have to work with. Even though I'll probably never wake up at 5AM to run a mile like they do in the military; I'll be happy to get in a workout at 3PM. As a result, I'm also aware that working with other people in the morning time must be avoided at all cost. I've been fired from a bunch of mediocre job positions that all required morning times. I'm just not cut out for morning roles.
Well, it is my vacation. I need to relax. I need to calm down. All of these crazy ideas of working and making money needs to take a break at some point for any given person. We're not machines; we're not robots.
I came back from a swim at around 2PM. Originally, I left "my office" abruptly at 11PM as predicted. I walked to the community pool, sat down, and swam a few laps. Without knowing it, I got my cardio workout for the day. I love swimming in the morning just to wake up and feel more energized. Later, I took a shower and sat down some more to relax. That was basically my whole morning. I really didn't accomplish much except for getting in a swim. Was that really so hard of a life? Not at all; it was fun except the part of waking up, fresh out of bed.
Now, it is an all out battle to complete the rest of my day. I have packages to delivery from "my business", refund checks to cash in at the bank, and other daily stuff I do to keep busy. If my body is up to it, I will even complete a weight lifting work out that'll include routine push ups, sit ups, free weights, butterflies, squats and everything else I can possibly squeeze in before passing out and retiring for the night.
It is now 3:30, and I am at the local library using my ghetto pad, a $25 Android tablet, to write as I waltz through. It is a bit slow to navigate, but fairly usable. I will post another review on buying a tablet. I will even post a picture using its camera. Well, that was very annoying. It is hard to manage. This picture thing is mad ghetto. It's a horrific experience trying to land a picture in the blog as well as trying to type. I had to go back and edit a bit, because trying to type and load the image on the screen was really painful on my neck. That's the kind of pictures I get using my ghetto pad. It's a bit grainy and old school.
It's now around 10PM. Luckily, I manged to get out of my rut at 8PM after dinner and walk down to the gym. I worked out straight until 9PM, performed some leg exercises soon after, and hit the shower. When I came back, it was already 10PM! That's around 2 hours of exercise. What a great feeling it is to know that I managed to get up from my sloth like routine after dinner and hit the gym! I also ordered whey protein this time. I didn't want to return my soy protein. I will just switch between the two for economical purposes. I'm hoping to receive the benefits of both whey and soy protein. Of course, I'm thrilled to document any results that may take place during my new diet experiment. Eventually, I'll be doing whey only and document that as well. In the end, I will present a full report on the difference of taking nothing, Spiru-Tein,
Muscle Milk, soy protein, and whey protein. It'll be like a science experiment with a controlled and variable study. I'm looking forward to conducting my own research. As I prepare to retire for the rest of the whole night, my manic Monday comes to an end. What will tomorrow bring? There are no guarantees, but I will continue to strive and reach for the stars!
Well, it doesn't seem like I won the genetic lottery on being a morning person. In an hour or two, my body will naturally wake itself up; but by then the power hours of the day will already be gone! Why am I even bothering comparing myself to other people who I'm clearly not!? I'm my own, unique individual that operates on my own timeline. It's great that everyone else can beat me in the morning, but what is someone like me to do who gets up later in the day? I don't want to feel inadequate about having to wake up later than the normal crowd of successful people, so I'll just have to work with whatever I can salvage. One of the main keys is to do whatever makes you feel good and maximize it as much as you can. Waking up early in the morning does not make me feel good in any way, shape, or form. I feel much better waking up later in the day, so that is what I'm going to have to work with. Even though I'll probably never wake up at 5AM to run a mile like they do in the military; I'll be happy to get in a workout at 3PM. As a result, I'm also aware that working with other people in the morning time must be avoided at all cost. I've been fired from a bunch of mediocre job positions that all required morning times. I'm just not cut out for morning roles.
Well, it is my vacation. I need to relax. I need to calm down. All of these crazy ideas of working and making money needs to take a break at some point for any given person. We're not machines; we're not robots.
I came back from a swim at around 2PM. Originally, I left "my office" abruptly at 11PM as predicted. I walked to the community pool, sat down, and swam a few laps. Without knowing it, I got my cardio workout for the day. I love swimming in the morning just to wake up and feel more energized. Later, I took a shower and sat down some more to relax. That was basically my whole morning. I really didn't accomplish much except for getting in a swim. Was that really so hard of a life? Not at all; it was fun except the part of waking up, fresh out of bed.
Now, it is an all out battle to complete the rest of my day. I have packages to delivery from "my business", refund checks to cash in at the bank, and other daily stuff I do to keep busy. If my body is up to it, I will even complete a weight lifting work out that'll include routine push ups, sit ups, free weights, butterflies, squats and everything else I can possibly squeeze in before passing out and retiring for the night.
It is now 3:30, and I am at the local library using my ghetto pad, a $25 Android tablet, to write as I waltz through. It is a bit slow to navigate, but fairly usable. I will post another review on buying a tablet. I will even post a picture using its camera. Well, that was very annoying. It is hard to manage. This picture thing is mad ghetto. It's a horrific experience trying to land a picture in the blog as well as trying to type. I had to go back and edit a bit, because trying to type and load the image on the screen was really painful on my neck. That's the kind of pictures I get using my ghetto pad. It's a bit grainy and old school.
Here's is the monstrosity responsible for producing such a picture. There you have it ladies and gentlemen: The $25 ghetto pad in its prime and glory. It's called the "Sero 7 Lite". I bought it off of the website newegg. The price always changes, but during the time it was $40 and get back a $15 rebate in credit gift card money. I wanted something that was cheap and reliable. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be able to handle more than one website at a time. I do not recommend this product to a friend. I was fully aware of what I was getting myself into. I just wanted something that was functional at a low cost, and it is. I wouldn't even play games on it. I just like to use it for checking emails, youtube, facebook, stocks, sales, etc. I'm even trying to see if it can scan barcodes. Unfortunately, the one sided camera sucks too much for the app to work with the scanner. It is not functional for scanning bar codes. As long as if you are connected to a wi-fi source, you can just google the product anyways for whatever low price you are looking for. Everything else seems to be functional at the moment. I was never going to use this ghetto pad for anything heavy. Measuring 7" and costing $25, there's very little or nothing to lose. So there's a fully functional computer out there for $25? Why not send them to Africa? First of all, there's a "1 rebates per household limit". Second of all, if God/life/universe really wanted me to be doing anything philanthropic work I'd already have the money to do it; which I obviously don't. Finally, I don't care enough or even have the slightest human capacity. Life is hard enough as it already is for me. I do not need someone trying to shove a Bible down my throat and trying to direct me to a path of brain washing. Thank God for someone like Bill Gates though. I'm sure people like him will help those poor people in Africa. As for me, I'm still just trying to survive in America! I got to keep it real or the consequences can be dire. This is not "Keeping up with the Kardashians", and I sure as hell am not Kim!
It's now around 10PM. Luckily, I manged to get out of my rut at 8PM after dinner and walk down to the gym. I worked out straight until 9PM, performed some leg exercises soon after, and hit the shower. When I came back, it was already 10PM! That's around 2 hours of exercise. What a great feeling it is to know that I managed to get up from my sloth like routine after dinner and hit the gym! I also ordered whey protein this time. I didn't want to return my soy protein. I will just switch between the two for economical purposes. I'm hoping to receive the benefits of both whey and soy protein. Of course, I'm thrilled to document any results that may take place during my new diet experiment. Eventually, I'll be doing whey only and document that as well. In the end, I will present a full report on the difference of taking nothing, Spiru-Tein,
Muscle Milk, soy protein, and whey protein. It'll be like a science experiment with a controlled and variable study. I'm looking forward to conducting my own research. As I prepare to retire for the rest of the whole night, my manic Monday comes to an end. What will tomorrow bring? There are no guarantees, but I will continue to strive and reach for the stars!
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Sunday - The Day before the Dreaded Monday
Well, now that the weekend is slowly dying down; I can feel the dreaded Monday morning already trying to creep up on me and the unsuspecting public. All of the rush of trying to be busy and being productive washed away on the weekend, only to float back up onto the shore like it never left. Monday morning, that teary, shut eye that doesn't want to wake up and smell the coffee. That gross feeling of being too lazy to get up out of bed and sinking further, deeper into the earth. I can only imagine Monday mornings is difficult just for about everyone. That's why you need important things like inspiration, motivation, and goals. Without the will or discipline, there's no reason for anyone to be getting up and rising out of bed. We would all just be fat and lazy. There must be a key inside of each person that unlocks the secret, unlimited potential of the human spirit to achieve those things in life that are otherwise unreachable through mediocre, mechanical means and actions. Unfortunately, not many people want to open this door of unlimited potential because they maybe afraid of failure or even success for that matter. The end result is what we commonly see everyday of people stuck in same dead end 9-5 jobs. I don't want to be like "the everyone else". It's my goal to strive to be able to work for myself and set my own hours; or at least have a job that doesn't suck. We've all been there of having to work under someone else that we hate, but I believe in some alternate universe there can be someone out there that you will love working for even if it happens to be yourself. God, I wish I won the lottery or at least inherited a ton of money. Instead of squandering the money on overpriced luxuries, I would put the money into a new start up company or at least buildup my already existing one. Yes, I have an already existing business in mind that's somewhat functional and in operating condition. Much like how Google or Apple was started, mine also happens to be starting out in the household basement/garage. I will have to fish out a decent picture. Behold! My makeshift business model!
I want things to run smoothly, well lubricated like a soda machine. A customer finds the product, wants it, and pays for it. My job is to keep the item in stock, take their money, and ship them the product. It's that simple! Forget about the $50,000 you just wasted on a college education that never lead to a job, I have my own plan! College is another horror story people should try to avoid these days. College isn't for everyone. It's a sad reality, but college is not what it used to be. Never box yourself in, believing that some expensive school is the end all of solutions to a great future of a high paying salary and health insurance benefits. In any event, I love my makeshift business plan. It runs and operates like a well, oiled machine.
But seriously, with everyone in believing in Jesus and Buddha is this it? Is a hole in the wall with a bunch of random ass goods the mecca of my sole propriety of business? Are you kidding me? No, I'm not joking. The world is not ready for the likes of me. This is how I hold my own in this world. There is no magical God helping me in any way, shape, or form; and if I were to run the show by myself it would most likely look exactly like this. Yes, it's a very scary reality where time and resources is very limited. It's unfortunate, but this is the one night stand of my pride and joy that won't be forgotten.
Five years down the road, how will things look? Is there a future for such a place? Am I destined to succeed or fail in business with only a tiny basement? I look toward Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Warren Buffet, Larry Page, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, and other superstars who have beaten the odds and became self-made men worth millions of dollars. As for me, things look grim; but I know that I still have time to change for the better; to make things right once with the world and to become the best version, alternate reality of "me" I can be in this world that's happening right now. It's not going to be easy; it's never going to be easy; but one day the stars will align properly; and I'll be one step closer to my goal of becoming a sufficient self-made man. Is it real or just a crazy fantasy?
Where's this supply chain of products coming from? I can't manufacture my own products!? But wait a minute, Steve Jobs did it. I saw myself in a room like Steve Jobs, and it became more and more clear that I could pull off my own starter company. No one has ever heard of me, but yet people buy my products; so I must have something unique. Yet, there was a problem. This wasn't a traditional business model for everyone else. This wasn't something that people are use to. I had my doubts. No one else talks about drilling a hole in the wall and making a business out of nothing. It doesn't bother me. The key is to hold on to my vision of starting my own fully, functional company. Focus! Solomon you got to focus and work hard! Whatever it takes, I will do.
Things are constantly sold in and out at random times during the day and night. There's a very low cost of overhead, because guess what!? It's in the basement! Instead of spending thousands of dollars on space like ordinary retail stores, mine is just secretly hidden and stuffed inside of the basement walls! The internet is mostly responsible for all of my hit sales and customers. I'm responsible for keeping the goods and products lined up. Like an over sized deck of playing cards, my fundamental job is to hunt down more and more products. America is lacking in manufacturing plants, which means that everything is "Made in China". Most retail stores just order their products from large, wholesalers. As a small businessman, I do not have the resources to produce my own manufactured goods. It would just take too much time to design engineering plans, patents, copyrights, legal documents of ownership, etc. What someone in my shoes can do is find an already existing product and make it better. To make an existing product better is simple: Just lower the price. The key is to be able to find a extremely low buying price, buy out the entire stock, and resell it (keeping in mind that your resell prices are some of the lowest in comparison to your competitors). The point of being able to find what's out there is not limiting yourself to one source, thus being able to escape boxing yourself in. You have to do your own research, your own detective work, and your own hunting. No one is going to tell you what is right or wrong: You have to use your own creative mind and do it yourself. In the below picture is just sample of how I operate and think.
But seriously, with everyone in believing in Jesus and Buddha is this it? Is a hole in the wall with a bunch of random ass goods the mecca of my sole propriety of business? Are you kidding me? No, I'm not joking. The world is not ready for the likes of me. This is how I hold my own in this world. There is no magical God helping me in any way, shape, or form; and if I were to run the show by myself it would most likely look exactly like this. Yes, it's a very scary reality where time and resources is very limited. It's unfortunate, but this is the one night stand of my pride and joy that won't be forgotten.
Five years down the road, how will things look? Is there a future for such a place? Am I destined to succeed or fail in business with only a tiny basement? I look toward Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Warren Buffet, Larry Page, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, and other superstars who have beaten the odds and became self-made men worth millions of dollars. As for me, things look grim; but I know that I still have time to change for the better; to make things right once with the world and to become the best version, alternate reality of "me" I can be in this world that's happening right now. It's not going to be easy; it's never going to be easy; but one day the stars will align properly; and I'll be one step closer to my goal of becoming a sufficient self-made man. Is it real or just a crazy fantasy?
Where's this supply chain of products coming from? I can't manufacture my own products!? But wait a minute, Steve Jobs did it. I saw myself in a room like Steve Jobs, and it became more and more clear that I could pull off my own starter company. No one has ever heard of me, but yet people buy my products; so I must have something unique. Yet, there was a problem. This wasn't a traditional business model for everyone else. This wasn't something that people are use to. I had my doubts. No one else talks about drilling a hole in the wall and making a business out of nothing. It doesn't bother me. The key is to hold on to my vision of starting my own fully, functional company. Focus! Solomon you got to focus and work hard! Whatever it takes, I will do.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Soy Protein - The Man Boob Test
Man boobs? Well, I've been trying Soy Protein to bulk up my muscle mass and to feel stronger without breaking the bank.
My whole life I've been on the "Sea Food Diet": I see food and I eat it. I've always been super skinny Asian, asthenic body habitus, ectomorph. It never mattered what I ate; I would never gain or lose a pound. Therefore, I was never really aware of how sensitive some people are about what they eat and how much weight they would gain following their choice of dieting. As far as I knew, everyone else was like me. As I grew up, I realized that everyone is essentially different in how their bodies react to food. Since gaining weight is rarely an issue for me, I really wanted to bulk up. I tried various proteins for cost, nutritional value, and practicality. Because of its affordability, I ended up using soy protein. After doing much research, not everyone agrees that soy protein is good for you. It has its pluses and minuses. Some would 100% agree to stay away from it and try whey protein. Men do not like growing breasts or soft tissue in any areas of their body, which is the main deterring factor. If you have freedom and money, chose whey protein hands down. Because money has always been tight for me, I might as well continue with the soy protein as long as my financials hold up. There are articles online that continue to explain endlessly why soy protein or whey protein is better for your body, but it always comes down to doing your own research. Luckily for my readers, I'm just going to toss out pictures of how my body slowly progressed throughout the weeks/months. You make the call if soy protein is working or not. It may work for my body and not for others.
Keep in mind that I was always mad skinny, like really skinny, thin as a rail skinny. It was only until I started to work out and try different proteins that I ever gained any visible muscle mass. After working out, I drink a bottle of soy protein. Growing man boobs doesn't seem to be much of a problem for me as my natural skinniness will mask any potential risks in adding any estrogen threats. Again, it seems to be visibly working. I don't appear to be the skinniest person in class who gets picked on or targeted. The main goal was to workout and become stronger. Muscles was just a byproduct of hard work. As you can see, eating the regular three meals a day, gulping down a shake of soy protein, and working out contributes to a stronger body. I've concluded that soy protein is the cheapest, practical source of protein I can find without breaking the bank. But based on recent research, I will probably move onto whey protein further down the road as growing man boobs becomes more of a risk as I age.
Also, soy protein provides most of the essential amino acids your body needs for nutrition/recovery. I'm not a doctor; but I know a lot of these nutritional facts are good for the male system from working around pharmacies and hospitals. L-Arginine is even sold separately in pill form for enhancing sexual performance. Unfortunately, there is also much debate about the estrogen and how it can affect the thyroid gland/hormones in a negative manner or cause an imbalance. The good news is that I did my own research, found out that I didn't show signs of any significant man boob growth, and I can still wake up tomorrow and confidently workout at the gym without passing out.
What does it mean to workout? For me, it's performing an exercise until you start either sweating, hurting, or just push yourself to the point you can't do anymore. I make sure I stretch, do my exercises, and cool down for the day. But what exercises do you need to do to get huge!? Again, it's different for everyone. But to simply put it: Push ups, sit ups, squats, running, free weights, butterflies, dips, pull ups, chin ups, barbell curls, etc. After much research, I agree that switching up exercises and doing different activities breaks the daily routine that your body is so use to doing everyday that actually encourages and stimulates muscle growth, tearing microfibers, and rebuilding muscle. To be honest, I have an easier time with doing new and different things than other people. People who can't handle change or have low tolerance for pain need a different strategy that works for them. Whatever it takes to reach my goals, I will do. Fundamentally, it's all about "no pain, no gain". I already know what's it like to be stuck on a couch, watch TV, and eat bonbons all day. I've been a homeless before, stuck in the same rut. Hell, I've even graduated college and been through the unemployment line. I want things to be different this time. I want change! I want results! I want to achieve my goals! The only way through is by working hard each day. It's not about the destination you end up; it's about the journey! Sure, I want a better life; my own home; to be healthy; to have money; publish my own book; or whatever it is; but all of that takes some serious effort and work. If I don't manage to come out on top, it's because I didn't sacrifice enough or didn't give enough of a care. Sometimes I simply don't care or just plane can't, but that's fine with me too. Tomorrow is another day.
As for my first article about posting something of real content that is interesting and note worthy to my readers, I didn't do the best job at providing before and after pictures. I will try and look in my archive to retrieve a photo of myself in the past, just to show you how skinny I was when I started. Due to American medicine side effects, I've also been fat at one point in my life. Regardless, I stopped taking the medicine and returned back to my skinny self. I know now and believe that a lot of the American medicine is a bunch of temporary bullshit and just for profit, generators for large pharmaceutical companies. Some of it is good, but a lot of it is bad considering the severe side effects and toxins it may do on your live/kidneys. There's no cheap substitute for hard work that you can just pop a magical pill. The body needs daily exercise and dieting to maintain overall health both physically,mentally, and/or spiritually. To deny oneself of working out nor eating right; and having false beliefs/hopes that popping in magic pills is the end game solution is not the way for me to go. In addition, I've always been terribly addicted to video games. I always seem to have time for more online video games. None the less, I'm back at the gym and working out to the fullest.
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