Monday, August 30
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What the?
[journal]Sometimes ignorance is better than knowledge. I'll give you a good example. The computer I'm tapping away on is across the hall from our main bathroom. My dad was brushing his teeth recently and I heard him spit and turn on the tap, which just means he's done. Then I happened to turn my head to the left to see him -- frothy mouth and all -- wipe his face into my bath towel. I caught him again soon after that. WHAT THE???
What I do now is place my towel on the bar as far from sink reach as possible. I just hope he's a proximity reacher. Otherwise, after my showers I'll smell a little like Colgate Total.
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Sunday, August 29
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Urinetown
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I saw Urinetown, the musical, yesterday. The best part of it was the price. I only paid 22.50 for a 90 dollar tickets. If you visit tsoundcheck.com and are under 30 years old, then you can get really cheap tickets to musicals and symphonies. I'm on the prowl for some good symphonies now. According to my friend, they cost even less: 10 dollars! Going into the theatre we saw Tommy's ex girlfriend. He avoided her like the plague. They really didn't have a bad break up or anything. He's just the type to not make small talk, especially to an ex. We nicknamed her wrestler because the way she moved when she danced and how she had broad shoulders. It was mean of us, but completely typical. While they were dating, we even called it to her, at her. The sly thing about how we managed to do so was when one day she pulled her leg muscle, we said she seemed hurt, like how wrestler gets hurt (okay--we were grasping for straws to connect something). So she was limping around all day and we kept calling her wrestler, a double entendre. The really bad part (because she was nice) is that I can't even remember her real name. The musical was good, not great. Even though it was my first musical, I know that it's not par with the best of 'em. It played detached self-analyzing comedy similar to the movie Scream. It would point out characteristics of musicals, like Scream and horror movies, and then continue to do exactly what it described. A lot of the stage actors were understudies, so some parts were played well and others not so well. I really liked the roles played by officer Lock Stock and Little Sally. He had a commanding presence, which was needed for Officer Lock Stock, yet he could still be silly. Little Sally played the role of a little girl so well, I really thought she was a little girl. Having good lines didn't hurt them either. The leads had no character development and instead relied on generic archetypes that everyone was familiar with. But really -- I can't complain for 22 dollars. |
Friday, August 27
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Montreal - Part Three
[journal]Here are two Montreal pictures I said I would put up.
We were playing a game that involved you drinking with your non dominant hand. If you accidently drank with your dominant hand then you had to chug the drink. I cheated by sitting on my right hand. The girls cheated by not playing at all.
This picture is when we were at a restuarant and told the waiter that it was my friend's birthday (it wasn't). They brought her a free cake even though she kept saying "They're lying. They just want a free cake." She was two ticks off from throwing the cake at our faces. We made sure to sing Happy Birthday very loudly.
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Tuesday, August 24
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Money For Books
[journal] I'm working at the psychological rehabilitation place I worked at a year ago. It's a well paying job, so I have some money to spend. I went to Indigo and bought some novels, mostly classics:
1. Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs (Trying it out because you mentioned it Hilary)
2. Slaughter House Five (I've liked some of his other works)
3. The Alchemist (Okay, don't laugh. I got this book because one of the models in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition said how she couldn't put the book down. She was really hot okay?)
4. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison (Supposed to be suspenseful and sardonic)
5. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (Interesting take on love right?)
6. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller ("...a microcosm of the twentieth-century world as it might look to someone dangerously sane.")
It might, at first, seem like I spent a ridiculous amount of money on these books, but I had 60 dollars in gift certificates and I also got their i-rewards card. And I really needed to get all these books. These days I can't stand reading one book at a time, I have literary-ADHD or something. I have one book in my car that I read when I'm stuck in really bad traffic or have to wait, sitting in my car, for someone. I have another book that I read by my bedside. Finally, I take a book with me on the go.
Naked Lunch = Car Book (the writing is so disjointed and fragmented, reading it at un-orderly moments won't matter much)
Slaughterhouse Five - Take with me book (usually I take the one I can't stop reading with me)
The Alchemist - Bed Book (easy light reading to fall asleep to) |
Monday, August 23
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Poll Results
[site update]Votes and Percent
1. Natalie Portman 8 votes 30%
2. Keira Knightley 7 votes 26%
3. Nicole Kidman 4 votes 15%
4. Winona Ryder 3 votes 11%
5. Monica Bellucci 2 votes 7%
6. None, they are all fugly 2 votes 7%
7. Natalie Imbruglia 1 votes 4%
My true love Ms. Portman won even though I was a traitor and voted for Keira Knightley! I was going to put up another poll for guys, but when I was at my friend's house looking at my webpage I noticed that Bravenet causes pop ups. That's really unfair, not cool at all.
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Sunday, August 15
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Don't Mess About With Friendster
[journal] I was joking around on my friendster profile and under the "looking for" cateogory I checked off everything: dating men, dating women, relationship with men, relationship with women, friends, activity partners and under status I put that I was in an open marriage. Suddenly I was bombarded with messages so I just switched back to "just here to help."
Here is an example of something I got:
i would like to have queer friends from canada, if u dun mind to have a friend like me. plz feel free to reply my msg. Or u can reach me at -------@-----.com or yahoo-messenger ------. Thx alot.
with love, ---- |
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Master Faster
[journal]Did I ever write about how I almost failed my masters?
I was driving to my master's defense/presentation in Buffalo with my friend Kevin and a friend we call Lep, short for Leprechaun because he's from Ireland. When we got to the border an hour early I had a premonition something awful would happen.
The border patrol asked Kevin where he was born and Kevin replied Mississauga, which is a suburb near Toronto. Obviously, a border guard wouldn't know this and I'll outline how this spelt trouble for us. He asked Lep where he was born and Lep said Northern Ireland. He said it with an Irish accent and the border guard instead of admitting he couldn't understand kept saying, "speak up. You're mumbling." He scribbled some things down on paper after he took our passports and I knew things weren't good. He asked me where we were going and I told him I had to be at my masters presentation. He didn't really give a crap. He sent us over to area one.
In area one the place was filled with discrimnated people. I felt sorry for the one guy who was a doppelganger for Saddam Hussein. Close to an hour later we finally get called in. We had assumed it was Lep who caused all the trouble but he was only half the problem. When the officer came out and asked for us, we presented him with our sacrifice, Lep. He said, "No, we want to see Kevin Chiu."
Inside they talked to Kevin for a very long time and the officer kept holding and checking his palms. He even called other officers over to look at his palms. Kevin later related what happened:
Officer: Are you Native American? (Kevin is Chinese btw)
Kevin: No.
Officer: Are you of Indian descent?
Kevin: No.
Officer: You're sure you're not Native American?
Kevin: No!
As the story goes, apparently Kevin was a doppelganger for a wanted Native American drug dealing criminal and saying he was from Mississauga sounded, to them, like an Indian reserve. The whole looking at the his palms was in fact looking at his fingernails to look for drug use marks, because criminals shoot up under the fingernails now to hide the marks (there are viens under the finger nail).
Later they called Lep in and he had to get his I-92 or whatever crap. Then, I was off to my presentation, which started already. As I entered the place, panicked and diseheveled, there were calling out names to collect their certificate. They called my name three names into it.
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Tuesday, August 10
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Rich Bitches and Road Rage
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I worked at a mode and accessory show the past two days. It's basically a show not open to the public for businesses to purchase accessories either of themselves or for themselves -- i mean or for their businesses.
I worked at a jewelery booth and for the most part they weren't that bad. I mean who would while they are on a shopper's high. It wasn't until the show closed when their attitude reared. Everyone was leaving the parking lot and the line was very long. So they all start honking their horn. I mean they are really laying it down. Their hands push on the horn and don't leave, probably about five minutes of twenty cars all blazing their horns. One lady, a fellow horn blower, was trying to back out, but they line streched out behind her and no one would stop for her to pull out. She was there for five minutes until she decided that her 4 by 4 could drive over the curb blocking them in and excape the place.
The shitty thing was, there was only one person working the exit and three different lines merging into one lane at the exact same spot. No one was fairly letting in other cars. I don't know what it is about being cars that enrages people, but you wouldn't see that kind of behaviour out of cars. I would seriously laugh my head off if I was lining up at the passport office or some other place and there were these people running up along the line and at the last second pop in front of everyone else, and to have this happen over and over again. The best would be after they cut off everyone else to throw up their hands to say thanks. People's real character are shown when they are safe from repercussions. I actually want to write about that next time.
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Sunday, August 8
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The Poll
[site]The poll is coming down in one week.
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Saturday, August 7
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Montreal Part Two - The Hotel Shit-ille
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We stayed at a hotel called L'Chantille Suites and it cost us $1000 for three nights. Yes, don't rub your eyes, do a double take, or any of that shit, I said $1000. It came with two queen size beds, french doors seperating the bedroom from the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and closet. Split between four people, I put in my part of $250.
Ideally this place would live up to what I thought I'd get. Realistically we got a kitchen that used to be a second closet: a sink, cupboard and two elementals; a bill if you didn't wash your own dishes; two small beds; one crappy phone that charges you for local calls; one coffee machine that charges you for extra coffee; one cramped bathroom that didn't provide toothpaste, conditioner -- wait I'll just say what it did provide: shampoo, toilet paper, and two towels. As you can tell I hated this place.
When I went down stairs to ask for a bandaid the guy first asked me what room I was in. To me this meant one of two things.
1. It was extra charges for bandaids
2. If I was not a resident of the hotel, I would not be provided with a bandaid to stem the flow of my blood.
When my friend who signed up for the place told them how he was informed parking was free, they gave a French sneer to indicate that no such thing is true. He said, "We have indoor parking. Yes. But it is not free" .
Across from us we had friends that stayed at the Best Western. It was cheaper, more spacious, brighter, and more accomodating. When they asked the front desk for entertainment info, the concierge gave them line by pass tickets and free admittance. When we asked our hotel, they asked if we liked Latin music (keep in mind my friend is wearing WWF t-shirt and he's a hockey player, and I'm a skinny Vietnamese guy) and then gave us a map and circled places. Okay, I'm done complaining :)
PS If Lui, the person who rented the place is reading this, I am not blaming you. False advertising, I say! I'm only half blaming you. :) Pictures go up in a week, when I'm back at home again.
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Thursday, August 5
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Montreal Part One
[journal]
I'm back from my trip from Montreal and it was an eventful trip. I'd thought it would be good to break the stories down into smaller, more manageable parts. I'll start off with a whopper.
In this world there is embarrassing and then there is really embarrassing. I'll give you an example of both and you try to figure out which one happened to me.
Embarrassing: paying for your food at a busy checkout line but finding out that you don't have enough money so you have to return items one by one.
Really Embarrassing: going to a strip club and getting a lap dance, but when it's over you find out you don't have enough money so you have to tell the stripper that you'll be right back while you beg for money off your friend who you know will laugh his ass off at you.
If you guessed really embarrassing, you're right.
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