I'm holding my shinai (kendo stick) and was headed towards the lounge, when my R.A. comes up.
R.A. - "Do you just carry that around all the time?"
Me - "Nah, I'm just gonna go practice, so I can cut up some... Indians"
R.A. - "Uhhh, I'm not gonna ask what prompted that response"
Me - "It was the first race I could come up with. Don't wanna seem unracist now. I'm a man"
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Ugh, Asians
So I was studying in my room, when my friend all of sudden calls me at 8PM-ish, and she's says:
"Hey, are you at Wave [for Asian Idol]?"
Shit, I forgot
"Umm... Yes?"
Ah, yes... Asian Idol. The singing sensation that is a result of a joint collaboration of every Asian club (CSA, JSA, TSA, KSA, and any other SA's - SA being 'S'tudent 'A'ssociation) singing their favourite Asian hits, or just straight up any song to their liking. Moreover, one of my other friends (acquaintance?) was a finalist for this event, and told us all to come out and support her.
I did not care for this event (nor will I care for future such events), but whatever, I paid $5 already in advance, so I was obligated to go. I put on my Poker jacket and headed off to The Wave, where the event was being held.
I go there, and, as to quote my roommate "this is some'ol bullshit". Yep, Asians singing some Kelly Clarkson, maybe a Disney song, and a plethora of Asian artists I may have heard of at one point, but who's names I will never remember. Did not hold my interest. Not for a bit. After the first artist was done singing, I tried to call up my friend, but to no avail, due to the cacophony orchestrated by the audience. I ended up hovering around the back of the crowd, calling up other people to share my lament. I made remarks such as:
"Hey, I'm calling you because I'm watching Asian idol and I need some entertainment"
"I should have brought a book"
"If I wanted to see Asians sing, I'd go home and go karaoke with my friends."
My acquaintance eventually does her performance singing some overplayed Chinese (I think originally Japanese) song I've heard of before, while I was still chattering away on the phone ("Ugh, I hate Asians" may have been something I said). I was able to locate my friend, who was holding a sign supporting the acquaintance. We talked, I complained, and then she said something that infuriated me.
"After this, there's going to be another round of singing for those who advanced the first round."
"WHAT?!"
After coming back from Asian Idol, I did some reflecting. First of all, I will never go to another such event. And second of all, I don't hate Asians. Much of who I am is due to Asian influence, as well as western (not the school) influences. No, I just hate a very specific group in which I am yet to accurately define.
"Hey, are you at Wave [for Asian Idol]?"
Shit, I forgot
"Umm... Yes?"
Ah, yes... Asian Idol. The singing sensation that is a result of a joint collaboration of every Asian club (CSA, JSA, TSA, KSA, and any other SA's - SA being 'S'tudent 'A'ssociation) singing their favourite Asian hits, or just straight up any song to their liking. Moreover, one of my other friends (acquaintance?) was a finalist for this event, and told us all to come out and support her.
I did not care for this event (nor will I care for future such events), but whatever, I paid $5 already in advance, so I was obligated to go. I put on my Poker jacket and headed off to The Wave, where the event was being held.
I go there, and, as to quote my roommate "this is some'ol bullshit". Yep, Asians singing some Kelly Clarkson, maybe a Disney song, and a plethora of Asian artists I may have heard of at one point, but who's names I will never remember. Did not hold my interest. Not for a bit. After the first artist was done singing, I tried to call up my friend, but to no avail, due to the cacophony orchestrated by the audience. I ended up hovering around the back of the crowd, calling up other people to share my lament. I made remarks such as:
"Hey, I'm calling you because I'm watching Asian idol and I need some entertainment"
"I should have brought a book"
"If I wanted to see Asians sing, I'd go home and go karaoke with my friends."
My acquaintance eventually does her performance singing some overplayed Chinese (I think originally Japanese) song I've heard of before, while I was still chattering away on the phone ("Ugh, I hate Asians" may have been something I said). I was able to locate my friend, who was holding a sign supporting the acquaintance. We talked, I complained, and then she said something that infuriated me.
"After this, there's going to be another round of singing for those who advanced the first round."
"WHAT?!"
After coming back from Asian Idol, I did some reflecting. First of all, I will never go to another such event. And second of all, I don't hate Asians. Much of who I am is due to Asian influence, as well as western (not the school) influences. No, I just hate a very specific group in which I am yet to accurately define.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Japanese People Gave me Food/HOLY CRAP I BOUGHT A BOOK
YESTERDAY, free sushi. My friend from behind Huron led me and other Japanese people to the bus that led us to the free food. One of the Japanese guy's (FROM JAPAN) last name literally translates to tree-mountain. We had a delightful conversation about dangerous Canada is, raining skis and beavers, how Asian people have no eyes (in reference to Russell Peters) and living in mountains.
I went there, ate an assload of food, met some more people whose names I will never remember. One person said she would get me drunk and high on my birthday. Then a nice white man drove us home while listening to Japanese Madonna. Will I put in more detail to this post? No.
TODAY, I went over to the UWO book store in my free time. This was on the shelf for 25% off:
I bought it. I went out of my way to tell people this was the first book I've ever bought (for myself anyway). People were proud of me.
I went there, ate an assload of food, met some more people whose names I will never remember. One person said she would get me drunk and high on my birthday. Then a nice white man drove us home while listening to Japanese Madonna. Will I put in more detail to this post? No.
TODAY, I went over to the UWO book store in my free time. This was on the shelf for 25% off:
I bought it. I went out of my way to tell people this was the first book I've ever bought (for myself anyway). People were proud of me.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Got'cha pt.2
(Read the post before this for the rules of Got'cha)
This game is FUCKIN INTENSE.
I went over to someone's room on my floor to ask for some chemistry homework help, when all of a sudden that girl who's iPod I lost came into the room was asking people for reinforcements. Her friend was apparently trapped in the washroom because 3 douchebags with with bandanna's covering their faces (one had a pink pashmina) was stalking her. People being harassed in the washroom over a stupid game? I gotta see this.
So I get there and there they were: girl trapped in washroom, and 3 people with hoodies, shit covering their mouths, and aviator glasses (terrorists). Naturally, I went into the girl's washroom. We ended up plotting to get this girl back into her room, which was right across from the washroom. One of the people on her floor ended up getting about 13-16 girls to come into the washroom, one of which who said "YEAH, WE'LL SHOW THEM, GIRL POWER" to which I replied "YEAAAH!!". So that's what we did, and now she's stuck in her room.
People take this game way to seriously. Good thing it ends tomorrow. The terrorists were all like "we're aloud to use force to pull her out of the washroom/her room". No. This game does not grant you a license to sexual harass/rape. Who do you think you are? James Bondage? I'm glad I got out the first day, or I would have done some crazy things I would regret.
Who am I kidding? I'd love to win that $500. Fuck, why did I speedwalk.
This game is FUCKIN INTENSE.
I went over to someone's room on my floor to ask for some chemistry homework help, when all of a sudden that girl who's iPod I lost came into the room was asking people for reinforcements. Her friend was apparently trapped in the washroom because 3 douchebags with with bandanna's covering their faces (one had a pink pashmina) was stalking her. People being harassed in the washroom over a stupid game? I gotta see this.
So I get there and there they were: girl trapped in washroom, and 3 people with hoodies, shit covering their mouths, and aviator glasses (terrorists). Naturally, I went into the girl's washroom. We ended up plotting to get this girl back into her room, which was right across from the washroom. One of the people on her floor ended up getting about 13-16 girls to come into the washroom, one of which who said "YEAH, WE'LL SHOW THEM, GIRL POWER" to which I replied "YEAAAH!!". So that's what we did, and now she's stuck in her room.
People take this game way to seriously. Good thing it ends tomorrow. The terrorists were all like "we're aloud to use force to pull her out of the washroom/her room". No. This game does not grant you a license to sexual harass/rape. Who do you think you are? James Bondage? I'm glad I got out the first day, or I would have done some crazy things I would regret.
Who am I kidding? I'd love to win that $500. Fuck, why did I speedwalk.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Got'cha!!!!
Bah, what the FUCK!
So each res at Western plays this game called “Got’cha”. How do you play? Everyone (who paid) is given a picture of someone in the building, and a rubber ball. All you have to do is find the person in this picture, touch them with the ball, and say “GOT’CHA”. After that, the person who was caught must surrender the picture of the person they were suppose to find (and every other picture they have on them if they caught someone else), and give it to the person who caught them, who now continues to get more people.
To sum things up: I have picture, that man is on my picture. Me touch man with ball, say “got’cha”. Man give me picture. If man caught other people beforehand, he give me picture as well. If bad man touch me with ball, I kick him nuts, and give him pictures.
My plan was hide, and hopefully by then my person will have accumulated enough pictures for me to take.
Day 1 I’m out. Of course, being Asian, I was already at a disadvantage (1250 students in the building, maybe like, 50 Asians, and they’re all probably reading in their room or preparing cheap goods which will be sold at a higher price in foreign markets).
How’d I get caught? I went to the cafeteria (which is out of bounds for people to catch you. Other places out of bounds are your own room and a classroom/lecture hall. I was waiting in line to pay for my sandwich, when this douche with a touque and aviator glasses stares me down. I’m all like “oh shit”, and head towards the exit, and speed walk outta there. THAT was my mistake. What the fuck? Speed walking? Unsurprisingly he caught me whilst I was in the elevator, and I gave him the picture I kept on me, which he put in his wallet with his other 3. Interesting thing about those other pictures: THEY WERE LIKE, ALL ASIAN. I hope this kid wins. Next time I’ll bleach my skin.
So each res at Western plays this game called “Got’cha”. How do you play? Everyone (who paid) is given a picture of someone in the building, and a rubber ball. All you have to do is find the person in this picture, touch them with the ball, and say “GOT’CHA”. After that, the person who was caught must surrender the picture of the person they were suppose to find (and every other picture they have on them if they caught someone else), and give it to the person who caught them, who now continues to get more people.
To sum things up: I have picture, that man is on my picture. Me touch man with ball, say “got’cha”. Man give me picture. If man caught other people beforehand, he give me picture as well. If bad man touch me with ball, I kick him nuts, and give him pictures.
My plan was hide, and hopefully by then my person will have accumulated enough pictures for me to take.
Day 1 I’m out. Of course, being Asian, I was already at a disadvantage (1250 students in the building, maybe like, 50 Asians, and they’re all probably reading in their room or preparing cheap goods which will be sold at a higher price in foreign markets).
How’d I get caught? I went to the cafeteria (which is out of bounds for people to catch you. Other places out of bounds are your own room and a classroom/lecture hall. I was waiting in line to pay for my sandwich, when this douche with a touque and aviator glasses stares me down. I’m all like “oh shit”, and head towards the exit, and speed walk outta there. THAT was my mistake. What the fuck? Speed walking? Unsurprisingly he caught me whilst I was in the elevator, and I gave him the picture I kept on me, which he put in his wallet with his other 3. Interesting thing about those other pictures: THEY WERE LIKE, ALL ASIAN. I hope this kid wins. Next time I’ll bleach my skin.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Little Post #2
Little post today:
1) I wanted to test the merits of deodorant, so I went to the gym with deodorant on only one armpit. It works.
2) I played dodgeball and got hit in the face.
3) My face hurts.
1) I wanted to test the merits of deodorant, so I went to the gym with deodorant on only one armpit. It works.
2) I played dodgeball and got hit in the face.
3) My face hurts.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
YES WE CAN
Stayed up to watch the speech. Time well spent. Gave me some inspiration. One day his victory will benefit me. (That picture is my desktop background.)
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Little Post #1 (RENAMED FOR CONTINUITY)
Little post today.
1) While coming back from lecture, I saw a guy on a motorcycle. His helmet either:
2) My prof gave us all Fiber One bars for class. I made sure I took two because:
I woke up this morning and one of my forums linked me here. FIRST EPISODE OF FIRST OF THE NORTH STAR! WATAAA! I skimmed through it, mainly towards the end when the fighting took place.
1) While coming back from lecture, I saw a guy on a motorcycle. His helmet either:
- Had hairs stuck on top of it
- had a little slot on the top for him to slide his mohawk through it.
2) My prof gave us all Fiber One bars for class. I made sure I took two because:
- They taste good
- I like hanging out in public stalls
I woke up this morning and one of my forums linked me here. FIRST EPISODE OF FIRST OF THE NORTH STAR! WATAAA! I skimmed through it, mainly towards the end when the fighting took place.
- YATATATATATATA
- You're already dead
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