Booya!

Twelve compliments on my new haircut in my first 2 hours of work. My ego is approaching Kanye West proportions. I'm going to chat up the cute intern now.

They like me, they really like me

Wow I guess a year plus was all it took, but I’ve finally been accepted into the inner circle. Got asked to join a fantasy baseball league at work with the guys. They’re even calling me Quan in the emails, talk about being one of the cool kids.

Normally the “new guy” ends up with the two-bit team of some guy who just didn’t care or bother to put his guys in. Little do they know that I’m not going to be some wide-eyed rookie who’s going to get fleeced out of his entry fee. This league is just another log on the fantasy pile. And I don’t know how it happened, but I somehow lucked into potential keepers of (2) David Wright, Derek Lee, Carlos Beltran, Mike Young and Adam Dunn. The rub, my pitchers are Jason Schmidt and/or Curt Schilling. Whatevs I plan on dominating and then trash talking all season long.

Yet another reason to question...

So it’s bad enough that I have hair product that costs more than my dad pays for his actual entire hair cut. (Side note: I’ve come to grips paying way more than I ever thought I would for my own haircut about a year or so back.) But when I leave said hair product at a friend’s place in NYC from the weekend, I asked him to mail it back to me.

Quan'sWorld distilled down to it's base elements courtesy of this site.

Thank heaven...

The age old question, how old is too old, and more importantly how young is too young when dating someone. A simple mathematical formula, courtesy of my friend Alex.

Your age divided in half then add seven. Simple as that.

Let’s see:

25 / 2 = 12.5 + 7 = 19.5

My magic number is a sophomore to junior in college. Splendid!

And in a totally unrelated story, little kids are incredibly gullible and thus incredibly funny. I was able to convince my 9 year old cousin that the “Fun Facts” on the packages of oatmeal we were eating were in fact “Fun Jokes”. So with great delight she proudly shouted out hilarious tidbits such as, “Q: How big was a Tyrannosaurus Rex? A: A full-grown Tyrannosaurus Rex could be 47 feet long!”

The love affair has been rekindled

And all it took was 47 minutes in the Red Sox Virtual Ticket Waiting Room. But come May 23, I'll be sitting beer and sausage in hand watching Pappi, Coco, et. al take on the Yanks. Ooo I wonder what kind of colorful worded Jonny Damon-bashing t-shirt I'll end up buying? My money is on "Hey Jonny, Michelle's a whore!"

Been sifting through various fantasy sites and now's a good as time as ever to break out the glove. 6 days pitchers and cathers baby, pitchers and catchers!

Well it was fun while it lasted...

But my triforce of extreme happiness was bound to come tumbling down. So what makes up a triforce of happiness exactly? Well there's happiness with friends, relationships and profession. It was totally too good to be true. I've experienced an awesome year of meeting some amazing people. I've been going out more than ever and I've made some friends that are really special. Friends: check. As for things at work, they are really looking up of late. And the thing is that they were never really looking down to begin with. But knock on wood I think I'm in line for something bigger/better. More responsibility and more creativity is in store. Hope to hear about that within the next two to three weeks and when I do you'll hear about it. Job: check. So that leaves, you guessed it, matters of the heart, specifically my heart and the silly feelings its been having of late. What it boils down to is the girl I've been connecting with is not going to work out. One of the worst feelings of any relationship is one person feels differently about the other person. I've said it before and I've said it again, but the root cause of any relationship strife is one person loving the other person at different levels and when, and only when, those levels match up are things perfect. Not that I loved her, but I was feeling, not quite falling, but feeling. Oh well. I'm used to heartache and it's been an awesome month plus. On the bright side I'm going to end up saving some money for V-day. Any cute girls looking for dinner plans Tuesday night have an open invitation. And if you play your cards right, you might end up with a extra special dessert. Hint it rhymes with chocolate fondue.

Back in the saddle

And damn does it feel good. It's funny but blogging is only fun when things aren't going quite perfect. Maybe it's because no one wants to read about how awesome I've been of late, but more likely it's because I've been too busy to write i.e. getting my smooch on and putting up an awesome OPS at work of late. Well that's come to an end so your humble Quan is back. With a vengence.

word of the day: dekulakization

NOTE: This was supposed to be my last post for a while, but as my nature I did it half-assed and forgot to put it up at the time of its writing. As you can see by the content I think it was sometimes prior to Christmas, definetly before New Years. Anyways just imagine this as QuansWorld's suicide note, but I slit my wrists against the grain instead of with. Yup that was morbid, but that's how things are right now. Godspeed....


I think I need a break. Frankly this blog has been the one constant in my life for the past year plus (not the best thing I could have poured my effort into but alas). Rants and raves, jobs, relationships, trips, Championships, the good, the bad and the ugly all here. I started writing as a personal vent; what I was feeling, what I observed, what I was thinking, etc. etc. But over time things started to change. I think I even got an audience.

For those of you who don't really know me: I'm 25 years old. I was born right outside of LA, but have lived most of my life in either white bread suburban MA or in/near Boston. I literally grew up in a restaurant that my parents owned until 2002. I am an aspiring copywriter who one day will write a Super Bowl spot. I live in an apartment with two roommates. And I’m now accepting applications for a girlfriend who lives in my who lives in my area code

A few last missives for 05:

• Just watched my very first Christmas tv moment of the holiday season, a very special episode of nip/tuck
• My entire house smells like piss because of my roommates fucking cat
• I’m really getting into the NBA and the Celtics in particular
• Who would have picked me being the only roommate not to rent porn via On Demand?

Frankly this started out as a joke by two friends living at home, drinking beers on a Tuesday night messing around on the interweb. This used to be the place where I could vomit out any thought I had in my head; an online haven of thought without the sappy gayness nor the bells & whistles of myspace. What once was observation fodder has now become more of a diary of hijinks, as my best friend put it.

Sorry that this is rather sudden, but I imagine that this is more of a sabbatical than a cancellation and I will return in a few weeks/months in a Hulk Hogan-esque awakening from a sleeper hold when fresh inspiration strikes me. Silly really as there's lots of big transitions ahead in the near future. But things have gotten a little out of hand. There's things that I want to write about but can’t because of my audience. And sometimes knowing that people are reading this makes it damn tough to not censor my thoughts. In the meantime I need a place to write where I can vomit out thoughts and not worry about offending anyone because quite frankly I've become quite the pretentious asshole of late and self-editing is loathsome. Bye everyone.