This is, by far, the most ridiculous, silliest, and WTF-worthy video my little brother and I have made.  With that being said, enjoy!

Hey, can’t say I didn’t warn you.  May that fill your WTF quota for this weekend .  Now I’m off to prepare for his 14th birthday party tomorrow. 

Let see how long you can last before you say it (I’m sure you can guess what I’m referring to soon enough ):


The other day, I went out to play tennis against this very talented girl at the clay courts of a tennis club.  I got there about 10 minutes before she had arrived because I didn’t want to be late.  “Sorry, I tend to come too early“, I told her.  “That’s alright, I’m used to it with my other partners,” she replied with a wink.

As we warmed up our strokes together, I noticed the clay court was in bad shape.  It was too dry, so we needed to get something to make it wet.  Luckily, the maintenance guy was around to help out.  I offered to give him a hand with the job, but he declined.  “I’ll be fine doing it myself“, he told us as he proceed to water the court.

After he was done, we began playing our first set.  Let me tell you now; I was not feeling it at all!  I was having all types of bad luck that set such as my extra balls constantly falling out of my shorts during points.  It was also pretty humid that day, so I was getting myself way too sticky and hot.  Because of those distractions, I ended up spraying my shots everywhere.  I just kept on whacking it every which way, never managing to get it straight.  I hate to admit it, but my performance was extremely sloppy and I was really sucking. 

It didn’t help that she was playing amazingly and was on top of things.  I thought we would just mess around, but she was really giving it to me!  She was all over my balls, pounding away to the point where I could barely keep up with her pace.  I didn’t think she would last long, so I kept blasting away at her.  Unfortunately for me, she was handling all my hard balls quite well.  I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t getting in a good groove with her.  Perhaps I wasn’t controlling my balls as well against this girl because she had such long, fast strokes (I’m more used to slower, shorter strokes that are typical of other girls I’ve encountered over the years).  Oh, it also didn’t help that she kept grunting whenever she had the chance.  I became so distracted that it just got way too hard for me.

It was like a totally different experience between the first and second set.  I was so tight the first time around, but as time went on I became much looser.  Everything just fell into place.  For one thing, I changed up my positioning and it became a whole lot more comfortable.  The balls even appeared to look huge in my eyes as it became easier for me to track them down and smack away.  I just kept saying in my head “don’t beat yourself!  You can beat her!  She’s going down!“  It worked and in the end I finally had her.  It felt so good punishing her after being slammed in that first set. 

The third set was a quickie.  It was almost too easy.  To think, I was about to pull out of this prematurely.  Good thing I stayed in!

After smashing the last ball right between her legs, I had finally won 1-6, 6-3, 6-0.  What a satisfying climax!   All smiles, I went up to the net to shake her hand and congratulate her on a good match.  It was then when I found out she was quite the sore loser, as she yelled out a stream of profanity at me before storming off the court.  I stood there in disbelief.  There were some guys on the other court that walked over and asked me if they really heard all of that.  They just couldn’t believe such nasty stuff can come out of a girl’s mouth.

“Yup”, I told them as I shrugged it off.  “That’s what she said.”

*Note:  This is entirely fictional and was written in jest *

Wow, my brother actually listened to me.  Well, kinda.  Watch the video below to see what I mean:

My brother made and edited that video while at work with me at 6:30am.  Eh, at least he’s keeping busy.

P.S. He added a special nod to my last “ability” video towards the end.  Catch it?

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Last night, I went to Washington D.C. to watch the Washington Kastles play, featuring Serena Williams!  Billie Jean King (famous tennis player and creator of WTT tennis) was there too.  I was suppose to go see it with my ex actually (she won tickets from her office), but she fell ill beforehand so she couldn’t make it.  Instead, she left me some front roll tickets at will call for me to go with a friend.  Thank you!

Here’s some other shots from the night (click on thumbnail to enlarge):

This quote really hits home for me.  Every once in a while, I wonder if some people mistake my perceived confidence and the way I carry myself as being too egotistical, or in other words being conceited or big-headed (metaphorically speaking; I already know I physically got a large noggin -_-). 

The truth is…well, I do think I have the potential to give a lot to the world.  I wasn’t born with this belief of course.  I believe I gained it through my experiences and the hard work I’ve done over the past 5-6 years.  Being confident in my ability is just a byproduct of being my own worse critic and having set such high standards for myself.  I’m very proud of how far I’ve come, but I know my journey is far from over and that I have a lot to learn still.  I’m positive I got a long way to go before I can ever proclaim how supposedly “amazing” I am.

Seriously, I don’t believe I’m really all that great or important in the big scheme of things.  I’m not arrogant to think that everything should be about me, or that somehow the world should give me all that I think I deserve.  I’m just trying to be the best possible version of myself and, in all honestly, I am very grateful for every joy and happiness I’ve ever receive from others.  I know that none of that stuff is a given and I absolutely cherish all those experiences more than people probably realize.

In the end, I just want to say I genuinely feel fortunate anytime I can make someone’s life a little bit happier and I will never take people’s appreciation and care for me for granted.  I sure hope most people can see that.

The facts were these (brownie points to anyone who knows that phrase reference!):  I enjoy being around people and interacting with them.  That’s probably part of the reason why I chose psychology as my major and why I got so involved with school organizations.  Just meeting new people to laugh, listen and talk with in social settings is a very pleasant and rewarding thing for me to do.  Perhaps these traits of mine are reasons why people have described me as a very friendly, outgoing, and sociable guy.

However, there are times when I feel very conflicted about this and wonder what’s wrong with me.  You would think that with this type of personality I would be more into overtly extroverted activities like:

Yet time and time again I find I rather do more low-key activities with people, such as:

There’s probably a lot of factors for why this is the case (I’m sure being allergic to alcohol doesn’t help), but I often feel baffled about why I am this way.  I’ve gone to parties and clubs before, but I just never digged them as much as I felt I should be.  Trust me, I wish I could be like some of my peers who love going out all the time, but try as I may I just can’t make that stuff my scene.  Every once in a while it’s okay, but in general I much rather just do some chillaxing activities.

So yeah, now you have an idea of the types of activities I prefer to do if we ever hung out.  I’ve pretty much accepted this is just how I am, but I would be lying if I told you I don’t ever feel self-conscious about it.

Have you ever taken a seemingly normal picture with someone, only to find something abnormal later on?

I was just browsing through some old pictures when I found this picture of my family and me in Boston back in 2003 (which explains my hair).  I remember after coming back from vacation my family was looking through all of our pictures on the digital camera when something suddenly caught my eye. 

“STOP!  Zoom in!  What the…?!?!” 

Now, why in the world would I react that way?

<———- Yes indeed.