OakMonster’s Den

Remembered my post about the Devil enticing me to jump off my building last week?

It’s a prolonged use of Ibuprofen talking.

According to Brandon, he went into a deep depression in the Marine Corp when he was prescribed a high dosage of Ibuprofen for his tendonitis in the knees. A quick research on the web does support the depression as a minor, more common side effect.

My doctor instructed me to take Ibuprofen for my ankle injury every day. Sure, I don’t take 2 every 4 hour as I should, but I usually take 3 in the morning, and no more if I don’t have any pain.

I guess after a while it does build up.

So, I’m taking one Aleve a day instead. You won’t be seeing quite a downer of a post for a while.

And for those who emailed me with concerns, thank you! It’s just the medication, man.

3 names I go by:
Oakley, Oakz, Oh

3 Screen-names I’ve had:
OakMonster, OakzTheTrojan, hotsexyasian1976…just kidding.

3 physical things I like about myself:
Abs, Hair, Butt

3 physical things I dislike about myself:
Left leg, right leg (both too short), being near sighted.

3 parts of my heritage:
Thai with a twinge of Chinese and Iranian

3 things I am wearing right now:
Polo shirt, jeans, ace bandage on ankle

3 favorite bands / musical artists:
Aerosmith, Dave Matthews Band, The Killers

3 (of many) favorite songs:
Eagles - Desperado
Metalica - Nothing Else Matters
Sheryl Crow - Leaving Las Vegas

3 things I want in a relationship:
Laughter, truth, sincerity

3 physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to me:
Face, Eyes, Chest

3 of my favorite hobbies:
Making music, writing, doing web stuff

3 things I want to do really badly right now:
Go home. Have an ice cold beer. Sleep.

3 things that scare me:
Lizards/geckos, height, drowning

3 of my everyday essentials:
Brandon’s kisses, food, piano…okay, a guitar would do too.

3 careers you have considered or are considering:
Graphic Designer, columnist, professional student

3 places you want to go on vacation:
France, Japan, Similan islands in the south of Thailand

3 kids’ names you like:
Aeryn, Jonas, Aiden. (Okay, I’m a frickin’ scifi freak. Except for Aiden.)

3 things you want to do before you die:
Visit the places I mentioned earlier (and more), own a house, see my brother Onk’s kids. (HAHAH! He’d have to get married first!)

3 ways I am stereotypically a boy:
Beer. SciFi. Burping on command.

3 ways I am stereotypically a girl:
Chocolate. Chick-Flicks. Finding occasions to get dolled up.

3 celeb crushes:
Brad. Angelina. Colin Farrell.

I was looking out my office window (no, not the Brad & Angelina side). And I heard this thought inside my head.

“Don’t you want to break through that glass and jump out? Let’s end it all right now. No more worries. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to fall a long long way like that? Don’t you want to know what it would be like to fall to your death? Intersting thought, isn’t it?”

For the first time, I believe I actually heard the Devil speaking to me. That’s a little bit unnerving.

Then again, it is probably hallucination from sleep deprevation. I haven’t slept well at all this week…

*shudder*

4 white Toyota of different models and years in a row one auspicious evening on the 405. Actually, there were 2 more white cars behind the black car next to me. Not Toyota though.

That’s all I have to do to get a glimpse of my girlfriend and boyfriend.

The Los Angeles Center Studios put up the billboard of Mr. & Mrs. Smith on one of their soundstage. I can see it from my office.

Yeah yeah I could just put a desktop theme of the movie on my computer too so I never have to lean over all the time. But first of all, their official desktop images SUCK. Besides, that’s not as much fun as balancing myself on the arm of the chair.

And talking about LA Center Studios, if you go to their site, I park my car on the other side of that tall building.

Go buy a copy already dammit. 2nd issue already hit the store and scoring rave reviews. Here’s a link to one.

BUZZSCOPE :: Easy Way #1 & 2 - plus bonus Interview!

You go, CLong!

olden days style buffalo hunting tools (Google)

I can’t possibly imagine how THAT brings you here to my blog.

10 gallon tank. 332 miles. Woohoo!

Finally got another batch of photos off of my cell phone. Visit my Flickr album to check out new pictures.

I didn’t even plan on going to see Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith this weekend.

A ticket to a screening at the Arclight’s digital projection show happened to be available. And I happened to have 2 hours comp time banked. And my boss was nice enough to let me loose on his last day in the office before he heads out to China for a week.

Thursday night, Brandon and I went up to Santa Monica to have dinner and hang out with the goddess that is our friend Irena, and to meet with a couple of people we played Everquest with but have never met before. Matt (aka Harpax) and his wife Tracy from Oregon, and Travis from San Diego, are in town for E3.

As the conversation progressed, it turned out the gang was going to see SWIII today. And there was one extra ticket. So this morning, I dropped the hint to my supervisor who in turn asked my boss. And voila, 4:30 p.m. I was picked up from Downtown LA and off we went to meet up with a few more folks to see extra crispy Anakin Skywalker, er, Lord Vader.

After the movie, all 7 of us hit The Palms Thai Restaurant in Thai Town. We finished dinner an hour before Thai Elvis hit the stage.

And now I am home, recovering from the hangover from sake galore in Santa Monica last night…still.

THANKS IRENA!

I was on KROQ this morning talking about the “Fat Clause” in my marriage.

The topic of KROQ was that if the wife is supposed to stay beautiful and not let herself get fat but the husband, the breadwinner, can do whatever he wants.

So I gave them a call.

Brandon and I had verbal agreement since before we got married that if either one of us became exceedingly fat, that is a ground for divorce. That’s how we’re going to keep each other in check.

So far, although, as I said on the radio, my butt has gotten jigglier, I haven’t gained any weight. Mr. Boren on the other hand has gained enough pounds since we got married, but is not “fat”.

Love is unconditional, that much we believe. But if I love Brandon, I wouldn’t want to see him turned into Jabba the Hutt on a speedwagon to obesity related early death. We love each other enough to keep each other from killing ourselves by being obese.

It’s not showing love to each other if you let yourself go like that. That’s enough for one to walk out on the marriage.

If we don’t care about ourselves first, how could we care about anyone else?