ive decided to get a tattoo. not a crazy one, just a simple 3" x 3" size on my back just below the neck. ive decided on getting a welsh dragon, something similar to the icon you see on lowenbrau beer bottles. im tired of seeing chinky dragons on everyones arms and back, so this one is for the UK pride. oh yea did i mention im going to europe in 2 weeks? our trip keeps on getting longer and longer for some reason. now it has been extended from 3 weeks to 5 weeks. UK here we come.

i think my thyroid is out of wack. the accelerated dieting has killed its main function: regulating a person's metabolism. it is still on high gear. why am i complaining? i should be enjoying all this junk food without putting on weight. i ate all the chocolates i bought from disneyland and all the old ones my aunt has bought me a month ago. i finished a whole loaf of wonder bread with lots of butter and yet i am still 205 lbs. i feel great being over 200lbs because ive always wanted to break the 200lbs plateau. but there are some inconveniences. my flexibility sucks. its hard to reach and fix my collar in the back of my neck. everytime i go to work, my manager has to fix it for me. i also have a hard time washing my face. it gets hard to curl my arms towards my face with a washcloth every morning. i have to half-ass rinsing my face. everything else, i feel fine. i have so much energy during my workouts.

lately country music has brought back its roots. ive come back to listening to more of country because its more traditional now. i hated it when country artists wanted to pose as a rock/pop star because of the money. im not a hick, im just an all-music enthusiast.

im going to ask amber to go with me to vegas. if she ends up going, i have this whole battleplan all setup so i can go in for the kill. if not, itll be sorry please try again like nintendo games.

this quote from boiler room is my drive:

"I am a millionaire. It's a weird thing to hear, right? I'll tell you, it's a weird thing to say. I'm a fucking millionaire and anybody who says money is the root of all evil, doesn't have any! Who says money can't buy happiness? Just look at the fucking smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby. You wanna hear details? I drive a fucking Ferrari 355 cabriolet. I have a ridiculous house on the South Fork. I've got every fucking toy you can imagine. And best of all, kids, I am liquid! "

yesterday was my first time eating at the blue bayou restaurant in disneyland. ive always wanted to go there since i was a little kid because it was dark and inside the pirates of the carribean ride. my friend worked there and got me in without having to wait a day since the restaurant is always booked. there i ordered just a regular prime rib dinner but got hooked up with drinks, appetizers, soups, and the prime rib itself was cut double the size. after i ate, i was about to explode but since disneyland has all these neat deserts, i went straight for the candy store. using my pass for the 10% discount, i bought a large pack of white chocolate, a chocolate filled croissant, a churro, a cinnamon twist, a white chocolate peanut butter cup, and a marshmellow stick dipped in caramel, chocolate and cashews! disneyland is like one gigantic restaurant.

its the time of year again, to replenish my stock of metrosexual clothing. the past 2 days, ive been to 3 outlets: camarillo, desert hills, and ontario mills. my car has racked up so many miles and everyday costed $20 in gas. camarillo is on the coast of california and desert hills is way in the boones of the palm desert. although i spent a good amount of money, this just adds to the fun of being a college graduate who has a bunch of time and money to spend before hitting the office.

next stop, vegas. i got reservations at the mandalay bay and this will be my first stay at a luxury hotel in vegas and sorta my birthday celebration. im planning on indulging at an exotic restaurant such as Le Cirque at the Bellagio or Aureole at the Mandalay bay and eating till i puke at buffets. ive always wanted to try those 2 restaurants and see what the hype is all about. from what i remember, a piece of cheesecake is $13. its gonna be fun since mandalay has this big ass wave pool and a lazy river i can relax in.

last thursday i went down to newport beach court to pay my motorcycle citation. if i havent told you, i was pulled over for speeding, but then got cited for not having insurance, not having registration, and riding on the freeway without a license. after i went to visit amber at her work down in mission viejo. we went to fuddruckers for lunch and talked for a while. after i was sad because she had to fly to denver that night for the 4th of july. after i went down to the irvine spectrum to eat some sushi and crepes. i ended up falling asleep at the barnes and nobles holding a "Europe For Dummies" book until the shermanator called me to go workout. we went to the UC irvine 24hour fitness. i walked in with flip flops and tried to hide from the workers there. the workers there saw me but not until my last workout, i hear on the loudspeaker "Plese No wearing flip flops, sandals, thongs in the gym, thank you." at least they were polite in warning me through the loudspeaker instead of coming up to my face and kicking me out. i finished my workout and left.

after my competition, ive been eating like crazy, junk food, sweets, burgers, ice cream, you name it. lately ive been going to this crepe store they just opened down my street. if you remember before my diet, ive hated sweets, especially chocolates and caramel. now those are my favorite combinations. every meal, its mandatory that i top if off with a desert, no matter how full i am. im finally a normal person. i wasnt normal when i hated sweets. so im happy now that i get to appreciate all the deserts ive neglected before my 12-week diet. the good thing is, i take in so many calories that im not even gaining weight at all. in fact, ive been slowly losing weight. what is going on here? my stomach is like a furnace, the more junk i throw in there, the hotter it gets.

here are my pics from the competition:








These are all the winners from each weight class.