One trend you’ll see in my quest to capture 4000 unique experiences in life is that I’ll go back and do things that I should have done when I lived at a certain place. You know what I’m talking about. When I lived in Washington DC, I never once set foot in the Washington Monument. And when I was in NYC, I never checked out the Statue of Liberty. And when I went to college at UVA down in Charlottesville, I never once went to Monticello, the place where Thomas Jefferson lived. The same guy who founded UVA. Funny thing is, whenever friends come and visit me, I always tell them to check out the Washington Monument, or Monticello, or the Statue of Liberty…

So when I lived down in LA, I never once did a tour of a movie studio lot. Yes, you can do that, and generally they are pretty cool because they show you what happens behind the scenes, and how movies and TV shows are made.

My wife had never driven before. And now that she calls Cali her home, she pretty much has no choice but to finally learn. To become Californian, you must embrace the car culture. And sitting in lots of traffic. And paying more than anyone in the US for gas. That's the Californian way.

If you ever want to test whether your marriage will survive, try teaching your wife how to drive. The ultimate test of whether you trust someone with your life is getting into a car with them, knowing they could careen off a cliff at any moment. That is if you live near cliffs.

I’m a Diet Coke kind of guy. Been addicted to the drink ever since I got off the teet. Sure there were instances where I would swear off the drink, like when I lived in NYC. I converted to Seltzer Water, because I realized that I loved the sizzling sensation more than the actual taste of soda. And supposedly soda burns a hole in your stomach. Or at least that's what my parents told me as a kid to scare me into drinking milk. And then recently, I’ve been drinking more home brewed iced tea. But still, I tear through quite a lot of Diet Coke by habit. I'll go through case in a nightly gaming session.

So I thought I’d try out some new drinks. I’ve always been curious about all those exotic drinks you see in the aisles of the Asian grocery store. And having grown up overseas in Asia, I had my fair shake of funky juices. But I’m still looking for that elusive drink to replace my Diet Coke habit.

It took exactly 4 days for me to propose to my wife. Or was it 5 days? Hmmm...

It was during the holiday season about a year ago, and I was doing some business in the Philippines, mixed with a bit of vaca. Outsourcing sorta stuff that most of you would find boring. But what's nice about the Philippines is that it's mucho cheap to travel around from island to island, and there are some breathtaking beaches there. Even better than the ones you see in Corona ads. Imagine $5 massages on white sand beaches. If they had video games there, I'd move in a heartbeat.

When we first got our dog Yoshi, he was a real mess. His fur was so dirty, that it was lovely shade of poop stain. So began my first adventure into giving a dog a bath.

I always envisioned that all dogs love playing with water. But that just isn’t so with Yoshi. In this regard, he’s like a cat. And like a cat, he goes bonkers, and does whatever he can to avoid getting a bath. Which makes bath time a real task.