Wednesday, September 28
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Where are all the honeys at?
[journal] I went to see Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, a Korean revenge flick from the same director of Oldboy, and there were eight couples in the theatre. Of the eight couples, six of them were an asian female and a white male, six out of eight. There were only ten groups in the entire theatre and the first five that walked in were one asian female and one white male. Imagine me sitting in my chair and watching asian/white combos (I'd like to coin the term "eggs.") walking by me every other minute.
This is a trend that I've noticed about two years ago and now has grown so apparent that everyone notices it. The thing with this coupling is generally the asian female is more attractive than the white male or they both are fugly. You would think this would anger me since that would mean less asians for ME to go after, but I got to thinking if the white guys are now dating asians when once they were dating whities (is "whities" racist?), then that must mean there should be MORE available whities. You can't just have more women without losing some somewhere.
So there should be a lot of white females available now for us asian males. But I don't see asian males with white females all that often (although a friend informs me that California has a lot of rich male asians with arm candy white females). So now that has led me to believe that the white guys have two girlfriends: a white girlfriend AND an asian one. They took the cake and ate it and left not even the crumbs for us starving male asians.
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Thursday, September 22
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Pardon Me
[journal] Yesterday while I was waiting for the subway an elderly man walked up to me.
"Are you going to University?"
I was going to sleep over at Cliff's new apartment so in addition to naturally looking froshy, I also had on my old school backpack.
"Actually, I'm done University."
I was expecting him to raise an eyebrow, impressed, because I suppose I look younger than I am. Instead he paused in thought and finally, carefully said:
"I'm trying to get to 900 Bloor Street and I'm not sure if it is north or south of University Street."
After my initial surprise and embarrassment I quickly tried to think of way to answer that question with another mix-up, but I couldn't.
Later on I thought it would have been funny if I was actually going to College and he had asked me the question.
"Are you going to University?"
"No, I am actually going to College." (It's also a street in Toronto)
Then we would both nod, oblivious to the mutual misunderstanding.
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Friday, September 9
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The Surprise
[journal] There are surprises like when you hear that someone you went to high school with is getting married and then there are whoppers like your ex girlfriend of less than a year is getting married.
I could write pages about this and though it would be therapeutic, I'm just not comfortable enough with this medium and also leery about who reads the most intimate parts of me.
I just wanted to note this particular event and write how relationships, even when they are over, are still complex (if you still care about the person). Relationships aren't something you can sit down, analyze and then work out. Logic isn't always its master. You are primarily swept along a raging physio-emotional course and have only two puny arms to frantically paddle in the unclear direction you presumably want to go.
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I've Fixed the Problem
[journal] I've finally fixed the problem that was giving internet explorer people problems. It had to do with their security levels and I had a few things in the code that were asking for cookies. I took those out and there seems to be no problems now. (Not that I've been posting much at all, although I think I will try to post more and veer away from poker postings).
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