My friend talks sometimes - Music

Me: "Man, I've been listening to 'I want it that way' this whole time we were talking"

Guy: "I've actually had Spice world playing"

Me: "We're so awesome, with our coolness, if we traveled back in time 10 years, we'd get ALL the ladies"

Guy: "Well, now it'd get us dudes, so maybe we should keep it to ourselves"

Sometimes I feel I'm watching me...

Amidst the demented sarcastic smiles, and overexaggerated gestures I produce, people will sometime come up to me and say "Hey man, why you so creepy"

This is when I usually threaten the person with sexual violence.

The actions are done in jest, and most people get it (except for the douchebag that asked me that question). But I think I'm truly coming to understand where they are coming from.

Today, I finished most of my exams, with one looming a week away, plenty of time to prepare. I opted to waste the rest of the day, and I looked into my laptop to see if I had any videos or games I could watch. In one folder, which I remembered before the start of exams to be full of procrastinatory aids, to be completely empty but one lone text document.

The document was simply named "Hello there". Upon opening it, it just said "Play time is over." (I think he meant "playtime")

(click to enlarge)

HOLY SHIT! SOME ILLITERATE HACKER GOT INTO MY LAPTOP AND CRYPTICALLY LEFT A WARNING THAT HE'S FO'REALZ COMIN' TO GET- Oh wait, it was me.

I forgot that I had deleted everything in that folder, because I was addicted to some game I was playing, and I would put off studying. Thus, I deleted it. I also decided, however, that if for whatever reason I decided to check the folder for the game, I would freak myself out, and write something that would put me back on track.

This damn notepad scared the shit out of me for a good 10 seconds. Perhaps I should do something productive...

I Talk Sometimes - MSN

It's as if they didn't even want to talk to me :(

I Talk Sometimes - Noise

On MSN:

Friend: (talking about his roommate) "There's quite a lot of noise coming from upstairs"

Me: "Oh my ;)"

Buddy: "She keeps laughing and shit, and talking. I doubt their fucking"

Me: "BJ?"

Pal: "How would SHE be talking"

Me: "Ventriloquism?"

Twitter

For the emo on the go:

http://twitter.com/EmoInMyLungs

Gambling Fun Times / Little Post #3

There needs to way to enjoy the thrill of poker without sustaining the financial repercussions. The psychological and mental aspects, staring your enemies down trying to figure them out, always scrounging for intel by noting any peculiarities, not knowing whether the information you gather is reliable or a cleverly crafted facade by a truly worthy adversary; the glee of being dealt a fated pair of cards, unbeknownst to the player the potential grandeur of the flimsy low cards, or the anguish to come by the seduction of a delightful duo of Jacks, prior to gaining a glimpse at the flop. Meanwhile, one must wear the guise, be that of the fool or the authority, in order to avoid suspicion and successfully pull off complex stratagems.

But really, the thrill is non-existent without money. Anything greater than money on the line is just stupid and nervewreaking ("I see your right foot, and raise you my ballsack"), and anything less is not worth the time and effort (gambling with poker chips but not for money). I'm guilty of doing the latter for fun, hell I'll even try my best, but subconsciously I know I'm just not at that same level of focus when there is no consequence, and I know for certain others would not take it seriously. Money has significant value, I'm happy to get $100, and sad to let go of it. Everyone has some access to money, imagine how difficult it would be to find someone to gamble with diamonds or Babylonian gold coins circa 65,000 BC.

I did however, played poker with my friend once. She came over to my house and we played a game of Hold'em, where the loser had to do a dare requested by the winner. I (astoundingly) lost, and what I had to do was get up in the middle of my biology class, and walk 3 times around the classroom.

*Gets up, walks around class*
Teacher: "Umm... what are you doing?"
Me: "Don't worry about it"

(To this day, I think she thinks I let her win, and I want her to think that, but really I got my ass-handed to me by an amateur).

This was suppose to be a post about the trails and tribulations of the first time I went to a casino, and the kooky people I met, but I'm losing focus so here's some highlights I'm gonna make in a little post:

1. I was short of the $30 for the buy-in at the legit poker table
   
2. I won $15 playing at a special poker table, similar to blackjack but its poker only against the dealer. I use "play" very loosely, I sat down one hand, put down a $20, doubled up and left like a pussy ($5 tip which he helped himself to). Borrowed the other $15
   
3. I lost $100 playing real poker
   
4. My uncle won $350 playing slots. Ugh... I'm HOT... I think I just got burned

Maybe I'm playing the wrong game...

A Throwback: To do

The blog went dead for a while, but I feel excited about writing it again. That being said, during that time, some things did occur that I feel are worth mentioning.

Memorable
1) The bar with my French TA
2) Parkour incident (LOOKIT MY ARMS)
3) Studying with the Jap and other girl / Talking to white dude fluent in Jap
4) Comedy Club year end
5) ACF year end
6) Last day at Saugeen (probably not going to be posted)

Less memorable, but may be pretty cool
1) Jiu Jitsu
2) WEGA
3) First-aid training
4) Environmental Dance

I be rockin' them beats

Went to see the Toronto Symphony Orchestra. Oh how mine elitist soul have become the philistine, in the gallows of that which channel the Renaissance. I enjoyed it very much. My friend invited me last minute. I bused downtown by myself (I was crying and I pee'd myself) and met him at the show, with his other friend and her mom. It was pretty nice, being the youngest person in the building. It'd be a great place to go when I get a mid-life crisis.

The actual symphony itself was really good. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. The first time I went to one of these shows I felt it was okay, sort of an interesting experience in a novelty sort of way, like how white people go to Japan and dress up in kimonos and shit. But this time, I was just completely blown away. I started the day poorly, waking up early, sleep-deprived, having to go run some errands to no avail, having to redo them on another date. I was feeling dejected and frustrated. However, sitting through the pieces, I felt I was fully embracing the emotion and feeling of those horns and strings (I don't know the name of instruments, okay?). It was so moving, the only way I could describe it is with the use of flowery pretentious phrases and clichés. The music chased away my anxiety and fears - it comforted me. One part was so soothing, I fell asleep, I woke up, and thought "damn, that was so moving". I feel that falling asleep during something should not count as a strike against any show's favour, one can sleep through anything provided they don't have enough sleep. In this case, it was for the orchestra as I dreamt I was the conductor, that was awesome.

Man, I feel so reinvigorated, rediscovering something so badass.

MANLY COMPLIMENT

My sister told me she had this conversation with our cousin (who's a guy) about me.
Sister: "Yeah, I dress him well, he shouldn't have that much of a problem meeting girls"
Cousin: "Yeah, he's tall, he's not arrogant, that's kinda cute"

Did a dude just call me cute? This is why I need to find a gym and get jacked, or don some fancy emo hair and wares. Maybe put those hands together, go to the gym wearing white make-up, 5 belts, and a choker. Probably not a good idea, after lifting up a weight I'd pass out, dizzy and all (due to lose the of blood) (BECAUSE OF THE CUTTING) (I'm subtle). Hm... Alternatively I could just talk to people and they'd hear this cute dialogue come out of my mouth. Problem solved.

Edit: Upon posting up this message, it just dawned on me that my solution to stopping dudes from calling me cute is go to a gym or dress-up. *Sigh*

Pants

I wanted to buy some track or sweat pants. The last time I went to do some parkour with shorts, my leg were all bruised and cut. Not surprisingly, I went to buy some track or sweat pants. I picked up some sweatpants at the UWO bookstore during my break between class. I also have jiu jitsu today, so I figured I'd try the pants on. I take off my jeans and I notice I still have a bandage on my shin that I had on all day. I decided to put a fresh one on. I put my foot on my chair, and changed the bandage. I look outside, and some guy I know stops playing basketball looks up at me. My pants are not on. We look at each other. Then I back away from the window, and put my pants on in shame.

Gung Hay Fat Choi

I did my usual routine: go to Kin lecture, talk to some people, then headed back to Saugeen to pick up some breakfast and books for my next lecture. Today while picking up my breakfast, some Chinese chef sees me, and says "Gung hay fat choi!". That took me by surprise (both the random Chinese chef, and him saying "Gung hay fat choi" to me) and I laughed.

The white lady being the counter, who serves the food, notices this and responds "Oh right! So how was your Chinese New Year?"

We get into a little conversation. She says that not only Chinese people celebrate it, she does so herself. It was sort of interesting, her enthusiasm was pretty admirable. I told her about me not washing my hair today, and she said decided to do the same thing. It's sort of humbling having other non-Chinese people taking such an interest in this event (probably more interested than I am). All I can hope is her Chinese coworkers aren't laughing at the foreigner trying to immitate their rituals. It's sort of like that white guy who's in all the Hong Kong TV shows. I'd say he's more of a freak show to them; the novelty of a white man speaking their language is so rare.

There's a Chinese New Years type dinner being prepared on res tonight. I guess I'm obligated to buy it; similarily to how I always buy sushi when it's on sale on res.

I Talk Sometimes - Kendo

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"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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:

• Had hairs stuck on top of it
• had a little slot on the top for him to slide his mohawk through it.

Either way, it was badass

2) My prof gave us all Fiber One bars for class. I made sure I took two because:

1. They taste good
2. I like hanging out in public stalls

3) http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-475190/Fist-of-the-North-Star-Episode-1.html
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
  

Indoor Haunted House-ish Thing

Today, I went to the UCC at 10PM with my friends because they wanted to go to the haunted house thing. Once the bitches showed up at 10:20PM, we went in. The people that I went in with had the pretense that I was some balls of steel type of guy, mainly because I didn't shriek like a little girl seeing the Jonas Brothers being murdered by Miley Cirusm at the mere thought of entering the haunted house thing. Nevertheless, I went in, leading of course. My verdict? It was alright. Pretty neat ideas, having someone in a cloak follow you around, a room with a locked door - although to the locked door's detriment, we were kept in the room for too long, so the ring-girl in there lost it's shock appeal, and it seemed like we were hanging out. Nevertheless, having anticipated everything that happened (except for the guy which I will mention later), it was alright.

Oh, and I LOVED this one guy (not gay, keep reading) that was in the front of the haunted house. You walk into the haunted house, and this guy jumps out at you and is like "RAAAAWR!!... YOU ARE GOING... THE WRONG WAY... TAKE THE LEFT ENTRANCE..." That was the highlight of the haunted house. I don't care if it wasn't scary, that guy kept me thoroughly amused. I stood outside the haunted house for a while a little more so I could hear this guy.