Wednesday, December 31
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What the hell? [journal] I usually get mistaken for my brothers when I answer the phone, but today I was mistaken for my sister. What the hell? I've done that puberty thing already, and I ain't going back.
Quickies:
1. Karen blonded herself
2. I bought a new digital camera
3. My dad's huge Christmas/New Years party is today
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Monday, December 29
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Dr. Mykl and Mr. Vu [journal] A few days ago my dad used Mike's car to drive my sister to the subway station. When he returned to the driveway he scraped the rim of my brother's new car into the cement side. Before I continue, let me digress with another story about my brother Mike. Picture my mother and him in his car. My mom was clipping her nails and carefully putting them in a pile. Well, this was enough for my brother to chatise her so harshly that he brought her to tears. He made his mom cry because of the possibility of a finger nail falling abruptly somewhere. What would he do when he finds out about damaged rims? When my dad returned back to tell Mike what happened, let me tell you, you haven't seen angry until you've seen Mike angry. Sometimes in movies you see characters get angry and you think to yourself, wow that's mad. I could never get that mad. But I have yet to see anyone portray the pinky finger of Mike's gargantuan anger, yet to see the same venom in the words, the fire in the eyes, the anger! Nope. I think they should film his tantrum and then base a movie around that scene. It'd be an Oscar. No problem.
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Saturday, December 27
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Party Hardy [journal] My parents have gone to four parties in four days (if you include my bachelor party they threw for me). Tonight they go out again and the next three days as well. In total they will have gone to two Christmas parties, one bachelor's party, one dinner party, one New Year's party, one concert and two general parties. Keep in mind that my parents are 60 and usually work early the next morning. And that is why they are the ultimate party parents!
I have gone to one party this break, and that one was thrown for me by my father. And that is why I am the ultimate party pooper!
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Thursday, December 25
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Christmas [journal] Merry Christmas! As a present to myself I went to Henry's and bought a digital camera. I don't have the money and no income, but I've been such a Scrouge at Christmas as of late that I decided I better get in the spirit and give, albeit to myself!
My mom invited guests over today and that got me angry. Even on Christmas day we, the family, can't just spend it together with just ourselves. I couldn't prance around in my Christmas colour bathrobe. I actually had to change, serve, and be polite. To make matters worse my mom kept manhandling me to drink this disgusting gritty-sand-drink that is supposedly very good for me. The one good thing about Christmas so far is that I got an email from the philosophy girl. It's too late to ask her to go to Shoe's thing, but at least it reaffirms my people reading ability. I knew she was somewhat interested. So now all that is left is the gift giving part of the day. The most dreaded part. It's not that I didn't get anything for anyone. I did. But it's how touchy people in this family are about gifts.
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Monday, December 22
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Four [journal] Four is the number of girls that showed up to my bachelor party. Out of the 15 girls that my dad invited, four came. I don't know if it had anything to do with the argument I had with my dad prior or the lameness of the event, but for the first hour there was only one girl. "Is anyone else coming?" said she. "I think you're pretty much the party," I said back.
My orignal plan before meeting these girls was to put their pictures up and write nasty things about them---that's haha funny right? But there's something about doing a thing like that and rotting in hell that goes hand in hand. Anyways, they really were all nice people. I for one wouldn't have come if I were them.
 Pictured on the left is the first girl that came and was the only one at the house for over an hour. Pictured on the right is a pharmacist, her boyfriend. Good potential wife. Nice one dad! She seemed nice and she even brought me a few study guides for the upcoming tests (LAST and ATS-W) I have to take as a teacher. |
 The second girl that came talked incessantly. She dressed wholly convservative and brought hundreds of pictures of Japan that were of her hiking, eating ice cream and posing beside traditional Japanese architecture, and then she said how she went to all these underground trance parties and stayed out til eight each time. Why's she gotta lie for? Why didn't she just tell us the real story: She went to a Buddist temple and prayed til 10 and then went to bed. My parents thought I would love her because she has gone to Japan. Seriously, I've heard enough about that place, the only thing left is for me to actually go there. |
 These two girls, sisters, came all the way from Brampton and didn't say a word. Girl two asked if I knew them and I answered "no" and one of them answered "yes." Nice! I didn't feel so bad when they later confessed that they asked this other guy at the party, thinking he was me , if there was any food without meat and cheese. For the most part they just sat across from us for close to an hour, observed, and pretended to be utterly engrossed in what girl two had to say. Then when girl two said that she was going home they joined in and said, "Well, I guess we better get going to." I felt so guilty, since I didn't talk to them, that I asked if they wanted to go do something in Toronto. But the question, as we both knew, was just guilty pleasantry and a yes was not expected from either fronts.
After everyone had left, I reminded my dad to never do this again.
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Saturday, December 20
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The Sea Snakes [journal] 
 | Last night I went to Rivoli's near Queen and Spadina to hear Shoe's band play. My sister and her boyfriend came with me because I got shafted by that philosophy girl. The night started off with an opening band that was all right. I actually liked the female back up singer more than I liked the lead. He broke his D-string so he went backstage to fix it while she sang a song about a gun, then he came back and sang about trailer trash and a stolen car. The songs invovled agonizing moaning, sometimes quietly, sometimes very loud. It really was quite depressing. Although the last song really picked up and had a lot of energy. My favourite part of their act was a talking monologue the female keyboardist had during an early song. It was pretty funny, talking about how she's in the best band in the world, but she said it very matter-of-fact and non-chalantly---"Yah, I'm in the best band in the world." You could tell this girl had a lot of wit in her. Then he joined in and his singing overlapped with her talking and the blend was very neat.
Shoe's band came next and the lead singer pictured in the first photograph came on with this giant winter parka. I swear I thought he was going to sing in it, but just before the performance he took it off. His voice was a lot smoother and softer than the first. I couldn't say if it was better or worse only that it was different and appropriate for their music. Honestly, not because he's my friend or anything, but Shoe's musical personality stood out. Most of the time the keyboardist is just the background but you could totally hear elements of his electronic persona surface in the songs. Anyways, at the risk of destroying my ear drums I went right up to the front speakers to take like a million pictures of Shoe and he even smiled because he knew I was taking so many. Half the pictures I took without flash because I wanted them to look Indie (whatever the hell that means) like the first picture, but they ended up like shit. After their third break in playing I had to take off without saying good-bye because Minho and Karen seemed pretty tired. |
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Friday, December 19
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Not the three comments! [journal] I changed my commenting system to Haloscan.com. The website makes my page load much faster, however the downside is that I lose the entire three comments I've received (looks like you've got a lot of commenting to do Dora).
I'm going to continue to post Karen's new haircuts up and maybe I can scan pictures of her old ones. After Sunday I'll post up pictures of the girls at my "bachelor party" (refer to December 15th's post).
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Thursday, December 18
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It's up [journal] I'm still working on it, but Karen's first haircut is up on her very own page. There's a permanent link above called "Karen's Cuts" or you can click HERE.
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Wednesday, December 17
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Karen [journal] As you know (why do I write like I have an audience?) Karen has been cutting hair for quite some time now. She cuts everyone in the family's hair. She cuts all her friends at work's hair. She will eventually even cut your hair!
She's really good and what she does and lately she's been keeping a log by taking pictures and making a model portfolio. So I told her what I would do is put up her pictures on this website. I'm going to post up a Karen's haircut page. I'm going to get right on it after she supplies me with some pictures and comments.
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Monday, December 15
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The Bachelor, Vietnamese Edition [journal] Even though my father doesn't watch too much television, I think he believes he's a producer. According to him, he's going to find me someone I like. This Sunday, to that extent he's inviting 15 girls to our house on my behalf. Anyways, this really pissed me off and I got into this huge fight with him. The resolution was that he would never do this for me again. One of the girls even phoned today and asked exactly what was going on to which I replied, "You knew about it before me and know more about it than me." My dad tried to defend himself by saying, they are all just for friends I'm not trying to find you a girlfriend. I told him how stupid that was too. I said, "Okay, how about I get all my friends' parents and people your age that you don't know, round up 15-20 of them and then invite them by saying my parents need friends, come over, would you like that?" Of course to win the argument, because he knows I wouldn't do something like that, he said "Sure, I would love that."
My dad says I'm too shy. I don't talk to anyone. Yah sure. Of course he thinks that. It's because I don't talk to any of his girls. It reminds me of this one time back in grade nine when my friend literally dragged me by the arm right up to this girl I liked and said, "Joe wants to ask you something." God, I was so red I couldn't say anything and after I took her aside and asked her she rejected me. Later she told me that she really did like me but it was way too weird. And that's the thing. My dad makes it way too weird.
On a related note, I finally got around to talking to a girl I thought was interseting in my philosophy class. She's a pretty dark haired girl who made some intelligent questions and remarks in the class. Everything just happened to go my way (her passing a camera to me to ask for a picture, her having breakfast at Comfort inn at the same time, her going to the cafe after class) so I couldn't make any excuses in not introducing myself and having a chat with her, and also it would be my last chance because that was her last day of school. I talked with her during each situation, the talks went well, albeit a little hurried, and sometimes forced. But those two were for the good because it seemed like we both were a little nervous and didn't want any dead silences.
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Saturday, December 6
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Kung Fu Man [journal] For a long time now my family has been seeing this guy we affectionately call, "Kung Fu Guy." My parents tell me that this guy, with his hands, can work miracles. Supposedly he has prolonged lives or even stopped cancer, stopped diseases, etc.... My brother has back problems and has been seeing him. My dad has this leg problem and my mom hands. Anyways, I've stayed away from him because whenever I see him massaging my family I hear these blood curdling screams. The other day I was forced to see him because my parents kept saying he'll help, he'll help. So I did. Anyways, the first day he went easy on me because I was afraid of him, but yesterday, I swear, I thought he was going to cripple me. He smashed his fingers into my back with such force that I thought he was going to dislocate my spine.
If you're not familiar I have this odd blood problem. There's large traces of it in my urine. I've seen all sorts of top specialists and they can't explain it. Kung Fu man says he's found my problem. Kung Fu man says that in 3 sessions with him he'll stem the flow of blood (if he doesn't kill me first). He told me that it's due to some kind of split, something opened in my urinary tract that the specialists didn't catch. We'll see if he works in a few weeks. I'll go get my urine tested again.
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