Want to get rid of facebook pictures permanently?

http://www.ehow.com/how_5604794_remove-embarrassing-photos-facebook.html

the program is called wisk it. Pictures will still be on facebook even after you untag yourselves.

Supposedly, this program will completely wipe out the picture for good.

try it out and let me know how it goes.

Ballin' --> to be? or not to be?

Some fellow classmates think they're ltd (living the dream). As a matter of fact, they probably are...at the moment. But as time passes, and they don't, their dream will start to whither away. The ones who spent hours away typing papers and studying textbooks will be the ones living the dream in about 10 years.

So when your friends asks you to go out with them on the friday night before an exam or a job interview the next week, think to yourself before you start to get ready.

Am i ready to conquer and jizz all over this test?

Cuz if i go out now, be prepared to be manhandled by the bitch on paper.

You have probably told yourself this many times during the test...

"I should've stayed in for this test..."

"I'll make up for it on the next exam."

Maybe you just need someone else to say it to you.

Always remember what life will be like in 10 years.

Need a Resume?

http://www.thepcmanwebsite.com/free_resume_creator/resume_creator.php

This site basically wrote my resume. It just asked me all the information I needed and it laid it out beautifully.

Hopefully I get one of the many jobs I applied for.

The same questions that are asked by just about all of the companies out there are so dumb and repetitive. And still, I feel like some of the questions are trying to trick me. I second guess myself on a lot of them. When I don't get a call back, I wonder if it's cuz of me and those questions or cuz the economy is just that bad.

Another thing most people lack when trying to obtain a job is follow-through. Perhaps a week after they submitted their app and resume, they should give them a call and see what's up.

Hope all is well with everyone. Now, time to enjoy this glorious feast.

Good luck on finding jobs to ALLL

In Case You Think You're Gonna get Jumped...

My friends and I were discussing this issue last night while walking to the car. The most recent crime alerts occurred on streets and places nearby to the campus. I have walked through them during the day, but never alone at night. That's like the number one rule of staying safe (Walk in packs). We discussed having a gun on hand. My friend, Mort, claimed that he would pack heat even if it's illegal. I responded, "It's ILLEGAL. If we start carrying hand guns, then the bad guys will start carrying semis." He then said, "That's not the point, all we need to do is show the gun, and they would usually leave us alone. But if they tried threatening me or my family, that fucker is getting a bullet right between his eyes." Valid point Mort, but imagine if someone saw you around campus with that. Wouldn't you instantly be thrown in jail? But then again, it's not hard to have a gun. You just gotta be smart about it. It's stupid how the government doesn't allow us to defend ourselves...

"no guns. not even BBs or pellet guns"
"knives are acceptable, but not bigger than your pinky."
"pepper spray is cool, but only in the mini cans."

Well, in a world with rules, we came up with a way to hopefully scare the offender before you get hurt. If you feel a breath on you, if you see a second shadow behind you (i've actually thought my own shadow was that of someone elses), if you're walkin alone, if a group of people starts saying things like,

"What's good niglet?"
"You in the wrong part of town ni**a"
"Gimme your money"

or if a gun is pointed at you, YOU START ACTING CRAZY. say you like raping people with gonorrhea. or you'll bite their dick off (mort). or you will rip their eyes out. or youll sew their ass shut and keep feeding them. or chop their dick into pieces and roast them. slice their nipples off and have a pepperoni lovers pizza. chop off every finger and toe and use it as candles for you kid's birthday. pull a rambo and rip off their neck. rip their head off and play soccer. pop out their balls and call them jelly belly beans. take their clothes and donate them to the salvation army. shove a knife in their ear. make a slit in the palm of your hand and slap them in the face. tell them youll buy them coffee.

you should at least walk with keys in your hands at the ready to shank any mofo to jump you. you have to be prepared for the worst.

And we're not being racists when we question the loitering black people on the streets late at night. Don't get me wrong, there are a ton of friendly homeless people, but you gotta admit that the majority of them are questionable. I mean, every crime alert that I have received since I've been at UIC has been of a black male, 18-20, white tee, blue jeans, 5' 6". I had a crime alert where all four offenders had that same description. REALLY!?

I don't think it's hard to tell the difference between good and bad people. The way they're dressed, the way they walk/talk, mannerisms and such...

just watch your back...

Forget the Past

I would love to forget it all and just move on with my life. But if I fully went through with that I would forget about the good things as well. Which is exactly what happened this past semester. I tried the "forget the past" method to relieve some stress in my life and everytime someone asks me how this went or my thoughts on what he/she said, I forgot what happened and just drew a blank. That was pretty embarrassing not gonna lie. If only there were some sort of filter to decide which thoughts can stay and which get the boot. yea i know, it's a called a brain. easier said than done thank you very much. :)

Some examples:
getting laid off
coming out of a relationship
failing a test

Why would I fill me head with negative thoughts that linger in my head for weeks. I would space out to these nonsense thoughts and never get work done. My mind would try to find different ways I could've done things. Things to make it right. I have to realize that I can't change what ever has happened.

On the other hand, instead of erasing these memories for good, is it possible to use them to our advantage? To learn from our mistakes and guide us in the right direction? We learn from our mistakes to gain a brighter future. After obtaining that bright future, that bad moment in our lives will not bother us any longer. We will even be proud to tell others that we failed that exam or got laid off only because it lead to you scoring well on your next test or getting admitted into medical school. Its not the past event that makes us feel bad but its rather our lack of ability to have a better future. If the future appeared to be prosperous, the painful past memories will become happy memories. People who start new relationships tend to forget about their last ones because they see something bright in their future. The people that can't see the light are the ones that will stay depressed.

The journey to forgetting the past is an active one. Not one where you can sit aside and wait until things start to change on their own. It may be harder for the people that came out of a relationship when they thoughts like "he/she was the one" or when you guys regularly said "Love you" to each other, but that's what makes it an active journey towards regaining happiness.

NO one is Slowing ME Down

Im sure all of you have driven on the highway at some point in your teenage years. Whether it be through Driver's Ed or just commuting to and from school or roadtrips.

gahhh cant wait for indy (it's tomorrow)

While you were on the highway, did you notice some nut weaving in and out of the cars. Every car is going about 70-80 mph and that one car blazes through everybody goin 110. Maybe you've even been that person. The feeling I get when I leave everyone in my rearview mirror is higher than any high I've ever gotten. A commute that should've taken 40 to 60 minutes took me 20. lol. Of course, you gotta be safe and keep your eyes peeled for the po po, but that's all part of the game. It adds to the rush that pulses through your veins. The sound the engine makes when it redlines gets me goin as fast as a Kendra gets Hugh Hefner. Just imagine, you see a pattern of cars in front of you between the lanes. You design a plan of attack. and you get to work. People wonder why I don't us the turn signals. It's cuz Im that good. I can see the cars in the tiny peripherals of my asian eyes thus knowing that I am clear to overtake the slow.

I've gotten pulled over once. The thing is, I knew that I was gonna get pulled over right after the cop came out of hiding and behind me. I was seriously contemplating running. I wanna see how far I can get from the cops. BUT, As soon as the red light turned green, he flashed his lights. Stupid me was too nervous to remember to turn down the headbanging music in the background. I trembled as i handed the po po my id and registration. The end of the story was that the cop never showed up to court and i got off clean. LUCKY ME.

I have connected this idea of "speeding" to "life". I'm not slowing down for anyone (cops are an exception...maybe) and life doesn't slow down for anyone as well. The cars behind me represent the good and the bad things that have happened, the friends and opportunities that I have lost. BUT i still see more cars ahead of me. Where things are lost, new things come into play. You design new plans of attack for the future and you don't let anyone get in your way.

There might be that one annoyance like your friend who pulls on your handbrakes or messes around with your radio that slows you down. All you do is pull over and kick them out. you don't need people like that in your life.

BTW****

There was a myth on "MythBusters" about cars that were dirty having better gas mileage than clean cars. It had something to do with the dirt making the car as aerodynamic as a golf bar with the dimples and all. Turns out, the mpg increases by two or three miles. not too bad. But i'd still prefer to see my reflection rather than crap on my car.

Random Bones

Don't you hate it when you get random stiffys?!

In the middle of class or during a workout.
Especially if you're wearing basketball shorts or dress pants.

When I was wrestling in high school (the short amount of time i was in it at least), there were guys that would pop them all the time. and that would give them the chance to call a time out.

just imagine, your head is locked between another man's sweaty thighs
(or the famous 69), and you notice his package get larger and larger.
wouldn't that scare you just a lil bit?

anyways...I get em ALL THE TIME.

you know what i do with them? ;)

nooo i don't go to the bathroom and play with myself.

...and nooo i don't play with myself right then and there...smart ass.

I just (and Im guessing most guys do the same) just vertically masquerade it behind the waist band and hope to god it shrinks back to normal.

...and next thing you know, some hot woman walks by you, and you can't think of anything else then your freakin boner. damnit.

From experience, I have learned to think about unicorns or the most embarrassing time of your life. Or just pretend your parents walked in on you doin something you shouldn't be doing by your computer. ;)

anonymous ;D

It's Not About What You Know, BUT Who You Know

I went through life trying to be the best I could in every aspect of my life. In school, I would lock myself in my room to study for hours only to be manhandled by another poor test grade. I have now learned that study groups should be highly encouraged because the even the conversations in the study group link the subject you're studying, therefore you could be studying even when your're conversing about sex and jizz. ie, you stumble onto a familiar question on the test, but your brain freezes just cuz it hates you. (happens to me all the time)but then your mind wanders and you start thinking of things to do tonight...maybe a little j.o? perhaps...BUT THEN...neurons are going off and synapses are firing in your brain!!!
busting a nut-->cyclohexane
reverse cowgirl-->hyperconjugation
pant full of bone-->hydrogenation

Let alone study sessions, knowing people that took your class before means (but not always) past quizzes and exams. (thank you kristin!!!) This really saved my ass this semester. Being able to study the past material gives anyone a leg up on the rest of the class. :)

In basketball or weight lifting, anyone could work out on their own, but i find it helpful to have one other person being there, pushing you to your limits. The general consensus says that the mind is a very powerful tool..."mind over matter" right?! BUT most people are weak in that area so this quote doesn't apply to them anyways. Picture someone standing under the hoop throwing you the ball right after you swoosh or airball. That small piece of pressure. That someone that you have to impress with your skills. It all comes into play and in the end, it helps you improve your skills. While lifting weights, my mind tells me that my arms are dead, but if i had someone beside me yelling to keep going, to keep pushing, I would probably push out a couple more reps.

A couple weeks ago, my dad (who btw works at Rush and is close with all the doctors/research professors there) was trying to hook me up with a research professor he knew. During class, I got a call saying there's a spot for me to look over someone's shoulder while they work. I called her back and asked her how she knew I was looking for research. She told me she owed my dad a favor for fixing her computer up. I was in shock, and i admit, i felt kind of dirty. (not the good kind)
I kind of hesitated and blatantly asked her if I should be doing actual research (in the lab) or watching over shoulders at this point in my education. She said that I should be doing lab research so I can get familiar with big scientific terminology. So i turned her down. But the point is, I COULD HAVE gotten it. I would feel bad for the people that had to have volunteered so many hours in the through volunteer services in order to get any kind of research.

I shined shoes over the summer (made BANK). It was at a private golf club. I got to know every single member. They are all loaded as hell. The thing I noticed is that rich people continue to be rich, and people they know or meet eventually become rich. That's why the poor people continue to be poor. I used to think that people deserve what they get. ie, Poor people deserve to be poor because they didn't try hard enough in school to get any where in their future. To this day, I still find that true for the most part. The poor few just have bad luck. :(

VC...

tip of the day for uic students

if you find soda cups from wendys, subways, or sbarros (inner circle), you should pick it up and go ask them for a refill. they are obligated to give one free refill. :)

ever since i became a commuter, this tip helped me save some cash for better things in life...like frostys....yum

***update:
As a result of refilling subway drinks the whole day, I had to run to the bathroom every 20 minutes. Im sure you could imagine how the hour drive back home was.

I've gotten many warning about the contraction of HIV. lol

just watch the fuck out. and use wendys cups instead of subway cups.

Heat of the Moment

sorry for not postin for a couple days...

exams have been gettin to me, but they're over...for now.

At the last Bears game against the Browns, things got out of hand at Second City Pizza, stand number 353. Our taps were running on empty, guys weren't "in the mood" to work, and we were almost short some workers. Our stand leader, Navin, started doing his routine bitching following the great bitch master, Phil. After things settled down, people showing up late, denying people diet cokes, Phil said something wise. these are in my words, but his thoughts, "In the heat of a moment, you can't go crazy and start screaming at everyone. That's not going to do you any good. You have to keep your cool and think about the situation without a clouded mind." I once thought about eventually stand leader for us, but EH, there is too much pressure. I'm already working there, why put any more strain on it right? It would look good on any resume, but then again, how many people can say they've worked a Bears game? there ya go.

I bring this subject up because elections are coming up for the fraternity. Most of the time, it is pretty much a popularity contest, but the new members seem pretty serious about the fraternity. They don't seem like the ones here just to party. They want to actually get stuff done. So by having people that want a president who can run things smoothly instead of there to look good for the world to see, i think this upcoming elections will be a no brainer. Now I'm not saying anything on who I think will win. I am saying that this year, elections will come down to experience and future proposals rather than being the most good-looking, or the most funny one.

Ming

The Bald Eagle

Kaaa Kawww.

It's a bird. It's a plane. NO. it's Victor Chan. hells yea.

I've been called "The Bald Eagle" numerous times due to the lack of body hair...on my body. It's not my fault my arms are hairless. I was freakin born that way. BUT! Today in the library, while trying to focus on genetics for tomorrow's exam, I was mesmerized by the microscopic hair follicles on my arms. It was so...up close and personal. Gary (meow) had to punch me to snap me out of my trance several times. I was just excited to finally have HAIR grow out of my prepubescent arms. I liked it. Maybe I'm obsessed with it. In that case, I should shave my arms so I would stop getting distracted.

Maybe it's an Asian thing. Being "body-bald." HMMM. African Americans don't have much hair on their bodies either. I have come to the conclusion of evolution as the cause for our baldness. We have worked in the sun for many decades and now, we do not have the need to have hair on our bodies anymore. On the other hand, if we have lived in Poland or Antartica or anywhere that's cold. I am sure that people currently will have hair all overrrr.

BUT WAIT. I just realized my friend, Navin, or Dhiraj, or ALL Brown people for that matter is completely hairy. WTF. Didn't Indian people work the fields? Weren't Indian people slaves as well? Not to mention the many other yellow friends that have body hair. :(
I am back to square one because of this. dang. I thought I almost solved it.

A year ago, I decided to conduct an experiment on myself. I shaved one arm and left the other arm as my control. Currently, both arms have equal hair lengths. WTF. so confused by this right?!



BUT WAIT!!! --> According to DNA, we already have a set length programmed. Hair won't grow longer nor shorter than its programmed length.

So when people say shaving promotes hair growth... call 'em out and say BULL SHIT.
say victor chan told you so. lol

peace.

Organic Chemistry. SUCK IT

Dear Organic Chemistry,

Will you please stop following me? I feel like you are consuming my life. When I'm studying you, I can't study anything else. It's like I can't have everything I want. Though currently, I can feel you slipping. You're losing your edge, and I'm gaining control over you. I am currently in the midst of memorizing every damn reaction mechanism you have to give. If you don't leave now, I'm going to turn you inside out and make you wish that you had never met me.

peace dawg.

But really. if I'm studying orgo, it takes up so much time that calculus and genetics get left out. Even with so much time on my hands now that I am a commuter. All I'm doing is memorizing the reactions. i want to actually learn them, but that would take up too much time. If I don't learn them now, then I'm screwed for orgo II next semester. Let's just stay in the present though.

I am trying to quit dwelling on the past and quit worrying about the future. you will never know what passed you by if you're trying to live in the future or the past. Yes, I made a ton of mistakes in the past, and yes, I wonder what I will end up working as in the future, but the present is here and if I don't live it, then it will disappear.

I have a genetics exam on wednesday and an orgo exam on thursday. fml. no wait.

I got this.

Put Some Clothes On Miley

"Oh Miley Cyrus, don't you know that you're a role model for tons of little girls out there?"

"They look up to you and all they see is your silk bra hanging out and cut up short shorts. I'm so ashamed of you."

"You represent the Disney Channel remember?"

That last song, "Party in the USA" is pretty catchy, gotta admit. I've been humming that tune during the entire day. It actually kept me awake during Genetics class. I think Miley can look however she wants to look. She doesn't even look that bad!!!

Not gonna lie, I'd hit it. I never thought I would after I saw her Disney show, Hannah Montana, but people change, and Miley changed for the betterment of my eyes. woo hoo.

I see a lot of potential for this rising superstar. No matter how much mothers hate her, their daughters will still look up to her. Plus, these girls will be in the rebellious stage so they will try to look and act like Miley Cyrus just to spite their mothers.

til next time,

VC...

MD vs PA. ---> FIGHT!

So Im at the point where school is being a bitch. I have to decide if it's worth putting myself through med school to come out making lots and lots of dough. I would start to enjoy life when Im 40 if I became a doctor. (40 yr old vajayjay) fml.

anyways. I do genuinely want to help/save/treat people. I could be doing so without becoming a doctor. This is where I ask myself if I want to be a doctor for the money. Because if so, I should quit now. There are many other jobs out there that will make me financially stable without having to put myself through something like med school. The friends/doctor's I've talked to say that doctors don't really have much free time. Now for me, I want to make babies some day, maybe throw a football around with them too. And to do that, I can't be on call everyday.

I'm considering becoming a physician assistant. yes, i will be a doctor's bitch doing all their dirty work, but I would only be putting myself through 2 years of school after undergrad. I could easily specialize in whatever i wanted. I could even switch my specialty if i was bored without going back to school. One downside I see is when the patient would refuse to see the "assistant" and would rather see the MD. A way to respond to that is to send them back to the waiting room to wait for their MD. HAH.

Yes becoming an MD is only 2 years more than a PA, but the amount of work they have to do within the 4 years of med school is hardcore.

I still have not decided yet, but I am leaning towards becoming a physician assistant.

Boo ya.

The Fraternity Man

Would you have ever pegged me to be in a fraternity?

Neither would I. Here's how it happened.

It was my first Friday at UIC in Commons West. My floor was getting ready to go out to a party. I, being the shy one, did not know anyone, so I decided to be lonely jackoff and stay in his room while people were pregaming. One girl, let's call her Nicki, came into my room and seductively told me to come out and enjoy my Friday night. Now how could I say no to her when her (.)(.) were right in my face?! So I tagged along, and we ended up at a place that we now call the sandbox. I met some really cool people that night like Navn (naviz can't ****), Marty Roy, and good ol' dad (brian). They didn't mention that they were in a fraternity the whole night. I ended up talking to Marty about school and premed. Next thing i knew, I was chowing down on some delicious wings at World of Wings, and I got a bid (invitation to join) that night. I had no idea they were a fraternity. I thought they were just a really tight group of friends. After signing the bid, I was obligated to pay a pledge fee. I had no money at that point so I was freaking out.

I eventually worked out the money issue by making 5 grand while shining shoes at a golf club (another blog, another time) so I was able to relieve my monetary issues. To this day, I am glad to have joined Phi Kappa Psi.

PTB...

MF

My Housing Dilemma

So at least for the first half of this school year, I was a Resident Assistant for a residence hall named, Polk Street Residence. It all started in mid August with staff training. I could have never asked for a better group of coworkers. And my BOSS. i have to say that he's the best boss I've ever had. props to you Jamar Orr. Over staff training, i grew close to all my peers. Through team building exercise and mafia, I pretty much trusted all of them. I mean, isn't what all coworkers should have? TRUST? Things don't get accomplished by yourself, but when your team becomes one. So midway through the semester, after my floor is all settled in and acquainted, I bring my guard down a bit. At this point, I was comfortable with everyone in that building. So on a friday night, after a long awaited organic chemistry exam, i decide to go to my friend's place off campus OFF CAMPUS to celebrate and have a few brews. YES, i understand that I am not of legal drinking age, but honestly. ReAlLy?! So when I came back to PSR, I was in a friendly mood so I decided to hang with my residents instead of going straight to bed. It was 12 am, a friday night, what sounded better? sleep or getting to know my residents a bit more? We did get a little loud for "quiet hours" and we were bouncing off the walls to say the least. The exact words used on my letter of termination stated, "When you came back to the residence hall you were reported to be engaging in drunken and disorderly conduct by jumping around and making a lot of noise." ReAlLy campus housing? JUMPING AROUND AND MAKING A LOT OF NOISE?! Honestly, I have done exactly that without any liquid courage. The letter also stated, "You admitted to have been out drinking while under the legal drinking age." Yes I admitted, but only because I trusted you, campus housing. I thought honesty was the best policy. NOT.

Lesson learned: DENY DENY DENY.

As of now, I am commuting from my home of Palatine. I have to get up at 6 am to get to school at 8 am for a class that starts at 12 pm. This is all in the interest of my parents. I feel like I owe them at least this much. I have been failing them hardcore these past years. All they've asked for is good grades and to be successful. I am trying my best for that to happen this year.

Even though I feel like i waste a lot of time commuting, it is forcing me to wake up early enough to study. In the residence halls, I would get peer pressured into chilling with my residents all the time, not that that was a bad thing. I enjoyed every second i spent with my floor (PSR 6 woot woot). On mon, wed, and fridays, I have four solid hours of studying. I finally have the time I need to study the infamous organic chemistry.

Even after all this shit happened, I still feel like everything happens for a reason.
Let's see where I end up now. I was hoping I could use the RA position as my leadership experience, but I guess I'll have to rely on my fraternity for that. Phi Kappa Psi...

PTB,

V Chan