From a speech, originally written for someone (not you). Content has been added.
I have a little known philosophy that the best relationships are not the ones that are between two people who will always agree with each other. You might think it is, because two people who like each other have to have a million things in common, right? Well, you're WRONG, because you're STUPID. If you disagree with that statement, then we'll get along just fine.
Think about it, every idea has flaws. If you only talk to people who agree with you, you’re blinded by inflated self esteem. You might as well be debating to (and supporting) yourself. You might as well live by yourself, a proposition that is less awkward than talking to your clone.
Sure I suppose you could pump each other up, say "What a neat idea, I was thinking just that!" It’s not going to help when you need to look at negativity a different way. Plus, people who all think the same never inject anything new or weird, unwelcome, or intriguing when they meet. They're stale, they're unenthusiastic, they're routine and they end up parting ways because of it.
This is why the most pivotal people in my life so far are not the cheerleaders. Not the people who encourage and put down, but never critique. Not the people who wouldn’t take your idea seriously if it was loaded into the barrel of a gun and pointed at them. Who never suggest an idea you haven’t already considered. Never put something fresh in front of you and say “hey you, Mr. Talk-too-much, shut up and listen to this.”
Although this post derives itself from a noble speech, there was a less than noble reason behind the speech that needs to be said right now. The reason and the speech are tied to the same person, though they initially appear to say opposite things.
One of the most frustrating things, at least for me, is to get into an argument with someone and have them go up to their friend and say "________, you agree with me don't you?" and then "See, _______ agrees with me, that's 2 against 1." Not only was a fast exchange of ideas (the argument) ruined completely, but that's false reasoning. It adds nothing to your side except that, yes, someone likes your idea. Many people liked Hitler, many more hated him, the fact alone says nothing about him. The only thing that could support your side is yourself and your vision. It disappoints me to no end, to see a beautiful vision be insufficiently expressed by "well... ____ likes it at least."
The speech was meant to convey, at least subtly, that "no, stop rushing to the people who you know will agree with you, stay right here, I like hearing your ideas"
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
My Life Is G!
Seriously, it is.
According to the United Nations, three billion people live on less than $2.50 a day and roughly 80% of the total world income is occupied by the richest 20%. The downfall about wealth is that it doesn't necessarily equal happiness. There are many naïve citizens including, at impulsive times, me. We often take materialistic goods for granted to an extent that they have evolved into our adapted needs. We need to take a step back and examine our lives.
I, for one, am grateful for the fact that opportunities are everywhere. I am neither constrained physically nor mentally. I can read, write, and play hockey to my heart's delight. My rights to life, liberty, and security have never been a problem here in Canada. Except in extraordinary situations, those rights are entrenched into the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. Other people have not been so lucky. Look at Nick Vujicic.
I've always believed in lowering the disparity of wealth in my own personal life. When I find a decent job, I'll most likely donate a sizable proportion of my income to various charitable organizations in order to receive income tax benefits rather than paying directly to the government. Ironically enough, bureaucratic jobs interest me. In any case, I'm not a Communist. If anything, Vujijic embodies the capitalist belief that trying hard equals success. I just believe in diminishing the gap between the rich and the poor. Is that so bad?
This year, I will sacrifice my Sunday bakery snack for the next two months and donate 80 cents (the cost of a curry beef bun) each week to the World Vision collection initiative at my church. In addition, I will send a shoebox filled with toys to Samaritan's Purse Canada's Operation Christmas Child as I have done so for the past seven years.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
According to the United Nations, three billion people live on less than $2.50 a day and roughly 80% of the total world income is occupied by the richest 20%. The downfall about wealth is that it doesn't necessarily equal happiness. There are many naïve citizens including, at impulsive times, me. We often take materialistic goods for granted to an extent that they have evolved into our adapted needs. We need to take a step back and examine our lives.
I, for one, am grateful for the fact that opportunities are everywhere. I am neither constrained physically nor mentally. I can read, write, and play hockey to my heart's delight. My rights to life, liberty, and security have never been a problem here in Canada. Except in extraordinary situations, those rights are entrenched into the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. Other people have not been so lucky. Look at Nick Vujicic.
I've always believed in lowering the disparity of wealth in my own personal life. When I find a decent job, I'll most likely donate a sizable proportion of my income to various charitable organizations in order to receive income tax benefits rather than paying directly to the government. Ironically enough, bureaucratic jobs interest me. In any case, I'm not a Communist. If anything, Vujijic embodies the capitalist belief that trying hard equals success. I just believe in diminishing the gap between the rich and the poor. Is that so bad?
This year, I will sacrifice my Sunday bakery snack for the next two months and donate 80 cents (the cost of a curry beef bun) each week to the World Vision collection initiative at my church. In addition, I will send a shoebox filled with toys to Samaritan's Purse Canada's Operation Christmas Child as I have done so for the past seven years.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The University Experience
Some days go on without a thought, but on other days, I could actually feel myself living, if that is even possible.
Sitting in my residence studying hall, facing the streets full of students walking, jogging, marching, and pacing up and down the pavements each armed with their own thoughts of the world, and then tourists on Hippo bus rides staring blankly at the students through their digital camera screens, conjures up a feeling of fascination, like that induced by the discovery of a rainbow when I was a child.
I absolutely love university; there are so many brilliant people here, with brilliant talents, brilliant ideas, and brilliant flaws I didn't even know could exist. But no one knows you here, except your old photographs of familiar smiling faces, and long-distance phone numbers. In a while, they too, won't know you - the new you.
I hope universities don't become a mere place we end up in after high school. In high school, we were taught to accept what we learned, now I feel the power to decide for myself the truths and the worth thoughts of the world :)
And why doesn't anyone
ever update anymore? ):
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Pushing Random Buttons
You could be surprised how often this technique can save you in the technology business. It can also backfire, use with caution.
Yesterday at work, my coworkers failed to make a sale because an HP printer didn't have a reduce/enlarge function on copies. I found this bloody unbelievable, since my 6 year old HP can do that. When they left, I analyzed the panel of buttons and began pressing anything under 'Copy' (except 'Start Copy', I know what that does) and, rather unintuitively, hitting the Copy button twice allows you to customize the result. I was hailed as smart for acting like a 7 year old.
I am often times asked what technique I use when fixing a teacher's laptop, or making their projector work, or figuring out why the fax machine keeps printing "Desmond E. Charland" on all the headers.
The real secret is that often times I do not have any idea of what caused the problem, and many ideas of how to solve it. So I touch this, and touch that, and 9/10 times, it actually fixes the problem.
Of course, I do educated guesses. I won't screw with the mouse properties or the graphics card if the computer is not connecting to the internet. I may try another ethernet cable, renew the connection, or see if other computers on the network are encountering the same problem. If the projector is broken, I will try switching VGA ports, hitting the display output hotkey until something goes awry, or checking the NVidia/Display properties.
And you know what, I'm pretty certain your certified computer techie will do this too, and write it off as a diagnosis service fee. It's in their contract, y'know. For example, the first thing that any competent computer repair shop will do to fix a non-booting computer is open it up and shove the memory chips in and out to see if they're loose. Without even knowing the reason, they are already touching my hardware. Wow that just came out wrong.
Yesterday at work, my coworkers failed to make a sale because an HP printer didn't have a reduce/enlarge function on copies. I found this bloody unbelievable, since my 6 year old HP can do that. When they left, I analyzed the panel of buttons and began pressing anything under 'Copy' (except 'Start Copy', I know what that does) and, rather unintuitively, hitting the Copy button twice allows you to customize the result. I was hailed as smart for acting like a 7 year old.
I am often times asked what technique I use when fixing a teacher's laptop, or making their projector work, or figuring out why the fax machine keeps printing "Desmond E. Charland" on all the headers.
The real secret is that often times I do not have any idea of what caused the problem, and many ideas of how to solve it. So I touch this, and touch that, and 9/10 times, it actually fixes the problem.
Of course, I do educated guesses. I won't screw with the mouse properties or the graphics card if the computer is not connecting to the internet. I may try another ethernet cable, renew the connection, or see if other computers on the network are encountering the same problem. If the projector is broken, I will try switching VGA ports, hitting the display output hotkey until something goes awry, or checking the NVidia/Display properties.
And you know what, I'm pretty certain your certified computer techie will do this too, and write it off as a diagnosis service fee. It's in their contract, y'know. For example, the first thing that any competent computer repair shop will do to fix a non-booting computer is open it up and shove the memory chips in and out to see if they're loose. Without even knowing the reason, they are already touching my hardware. Wow that just came out wrong.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
First Post by Alvin.
This is just a philosophical rambling. Ignore if you're not interested.
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"HEY YOU, THE PERSON BESIDE THE DOOR, MOVE TO THE BACK OR GET OFF!" shouted the bus driver.
Perhaps it was a misunderstanding, but the only crime the commuter simply committed was holding the back door for people exiting the crowded bus. Was it such a disruption to help others in need?
Then again, I could understand the pent-up frustration from the bus driver's point of view. It was midnight and the temperature was still 23°C, the average daily high for Vancouver in July. He dealt with many rowdy passengers and route detours due to the Celebration of Light fireworks display.
Nevertheless, he voiced his frustration against a benevolent gentleman. Maybe I'm overanalyzing this situation, but it seems like society views everyone as a potential threat. Many people take the phrase, "If it's too good to be true, then most likely it is," too literally. For scams like, "Earn $1 million in 1 day!" ads, sure. But in terms of character, angels exist in the world.
It's too bad that nice guys end up at the back of the bus.
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"HEY YOU, THE PERSON BESIDE THE DOOR, MOVE TO THE BACK OR GET OFF!" shouted the bus driver.
Perhaps it was a misunderstanding, but the only crime the commuter simply committed was holding the back door for people exiting the crowded bus. Was it such a disruption to help others in need?
Then again, I could understand the pent-up frustration from the bus driver's point of view. It was midnight and the temperature was still 23°C, the average daily high for Vancouver in July. He dealt with many rowdy passengers and route detours due to the Celebration of Light fireworks display.
Nevertheless, he voiced his frustration against a benevolent gentleman. Maybe I'm overanalyzing this situation, but it seems like society views everyone as a potential threat. Many people take the phrase, "If it's too good to be true, then most likely it is," too literally. For scams like, "Earn $1 million in 1 day!" ads, sure. But in terms of character, angels exist in the world.
It's too bad that nice guys end up at the back of the bus.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I have a fan club
It has 4 hard-working members, spinning around the clock to keep me cool because VANCOUVER IS SO FREAKING HOT.
It is 8 PM and 26 degrees Celsius.
Update: It is now 5 PM and 31 degrees, I rest my case again.
I rest my case.
It is 8 PM and 26 degrees Celsius.
Update: It is now 5 PM and 31 degrees, I rest my case again.
I rest my case.
hongs kongs
Im doing duh dansing...condasing that is...of sweat....ok i thought that was funny :)
hongkong has been ridics, the weather - fugly... :(
i was heading out the airport and my mother goes...
"ready to smell your first hongkong air?"
"whaa- the ****!?!?!"
AMAZONG AIR???....ewwwww :(
anyways so far ive done...not a lot of shopping.
ive been to THE PLACE meaning the market that sells THE cheapest fakes in the entire world
its honestly like...nightmarket times 4...minus the food....dang ;)
its repetitive too, all ed hardys, all toki dokis, DG, Chanels, Tco, e'erythangg!!!!!!
imma come home BALLIN outragious ;)
im planning to go out with angela tmr morning...at 6 in a morningg yayyy i hope we can find internet, then we can blog together!!
hur-RAWR to happiness :)
so this time im not pressed for time cause some uncle gave us free internet YAH!!!
yah...
...YAH!!!
ok im out of words...
steph: i miss you still, i know that every email ive sent has said that, but i do miss you :(
i am reminded of you everytime i see something teal...i dont know why
something teal and silver O_O
thats a lot of things that remind me of you yenno :)
aaron: babe i made a friggen list of things that remind me of you...thats funny ridiculous!!
never the less, i constantly wish i was back in van cause i miss you too :)
chris: tophy hope youve found someone to chill with without me :(
mermaids? bird replacements? jankings girls....? LOOOOL
wow major bashing ;) nice
oh snap i have officially spent 30 mins on this mini laptop...gosh this thing is so hard to type on :(
i shall blog soon and more often thanks to the unlce whose name i do not entirely know :)
my dads dad's brothers first daughter's husband...MARVELOUS!
love you all <3
p.s - editing are for LOSERS
<3
hongkong has been ridics, the weather - fugly... :(
i was heading out the airport and my mother goes...
"ready to smell your first hongkong air?"
"whaa- the ****!?!?!"
AMAZONG AIR???....ewwwww :(
anyways so far ive done...not a lot of shopping.
ive been to THE PLACE meaning the market that sells THE cheapest fakes in the entire world
its honestly like...nightmarket times 4...minus the food....dang ;)
its repetitive too, all ed hardys, all toki dokis, DG, Chanels, Tco, e'erythangg!!!!!!
imma come home BALLIN outragious ;)
im planning to go out with angela tmr morning...at 6 in a morningg yayyy i hope we can find internet, then we can blog together!!
hur-RAWR to happiness :)
so this time im not pressed for time cause some uncle gave us free internet YAH!!!
yah...
...YAH!!!
ok im out of words...
steph: i miss you still, i know that every email ive sent has said that, but i do miss you :(
i am reminded of you everytime i see something teal...i dont know why
something teal and silver O_O
thats a lot of things that remind me of you yenno :)
aaron: babe i made a friggen list of things that remind me of you...thats funny ridiculous!!
never the less, i constantly wish i was back in van cause i miss you too :)
chris: tophy hope youve found someone to chill with without me :(
mermaids? bird replacements? jankings girls....? LOOOOL
wow major bashing ;) nice
oh snap i have officially spent 30 mins on this mini laptop...gosh this thing is so hard to type on :(
i shall blog soon and more often thanks to the unlce whose name i do not entirely know :)
my dads dad's brothers first daughter's husband...MARVELOUS!
love you all <3
p.s - editing are for LOSERS
<3
Saturday, July 25, 2009
& it's back to reality
Red eye flights can sure screw up your sleeping patterns; especially when there is also a time change involved. I also concluded that children under the age of 6 should not be able to go on planes (and most definitely not red eye flights)! As much as I adore kids, having to hear them cry all night on a plane that is already crappy and loud enough, just makes it all worse and ends in very little sleep. Not only that, but when taking off, the poor baby's ears must hurt from the air pressure. I could sense the pain from all that screaming in the seat two rows infront of me.
so far no dramatic change like angela said...but maybe it's just waiting? lol.
hmm....is going out late to see the fireworks on my first day back too soon? haha
so far no dramatic change like angela said...but maybe it's just waiting? lol.
hmm....is going out late to see the fireworks on my first day back too soon? haha
Friday, July 24, 2009
I found free WiFi!!!
Finally I found free WiFi! And at a cafe that was next to our place the entire time -_-
there really isn't anything to do here (meaning hardly any shopping) except for eating, sleeping, watching tv, and going to the beach or pool; and so that's pretty much all I did. Lol. but anyways I'll quickly sum up my week in Maui as I drink my delicious white mocha expresso. ;)
• every morning woke up at 8 to watch 2hrs of the original Beverly hills 90210, and then 2hrs of one tree hill, and then if I had time 2hrs of the OC. Gotta love Soapnet.
• and if that much tv wasn't enough at night would be atleast 3 hrs or the Disney channel. My favs: hannah montana, wizards of waverly place, and sonny with a chance lol
• so I actually did go out during the day, I tried surfing which was so fun yet so painful. I have the scars and rashes to proove it.
• went to a luau one night which was amazing. Hot shirtless men everywhere, as well as open bar Haha
• suntanned on the beach only once for only 2 hours! but seriously it was enough.
• I suntanned only like the last few days at the pool. And sadly not the dark....yes Aaron is still way darker lol
• OMG I witnesses my first CAR CRASH! Four cars got damaged. We were driving along the highway which is only one lane and we were literally only a few feet from being hit! After that my dad was too freaked to drive. If u want more details I'll tell u the whole story
• drove the most windiest road ever to the top of this mountain. 10,000 feet high. We were in the clouds!
• best deal this trip: saw Harry Potter for $5 :)
• best restaurant: Bubba Gumps. Everything is about Forest Gump the movie.
that's all I can think of now, other than I bought more clothes. I'll be catching a flight back to Waikiki soon and then from there back to vancity. Miss everyone. And craving for a bubble tea. Haha. See u on the morning.
there really isn't anything to do here (meaning hardly any shopping) except for eating, sleeping, watching tv, and going to the beach or pool; and so that's pretty much all I did. Lol. but anyways I'll quickly sum up my week in Maui as I drink my delicious white mocha expresso. ;)
• every morning woke up at 8 to watch 2hrs of the original Beverly hills 90210, and then 2hrs of one tree hill, and then if I had time 2hrs of the OC. Gotta love Soapnet.
• and if that much tv wasn't enough at night would be atleast 3 hrs or the Disney channel. My favs: hannah montana, wizards of waverly place, and sonny with a chance lol
• so I actually did go out during the day, I tried surfing which was so fun yet so painful. I have the scars and rashes to proove it.
• went to a luau one night which was amazing. Hot shirtless men everywhere, as well as open bar Haha
• suntanned on the beach only once for only 2 hours! but seriously it was enough.
• I suntanned only like the last few days at the pool. And sadly not the dark....yes Aaron is still way darker lol
• OMG I witnesses my first CAR CRASH! Four cars got damaged. We were driving along the highway which is only one lane and we were literally only a few feet from being hit! After that my dad was too freaked to drive. If u want more details I'll tell u the whole story
• drove the most windiest road ever to the top of this mountain. 10,000 feet high. We were in the clouds!
• best deal this trip: saw Harry Potter for $5 :)
• best restaurant: Bubba Gumps. Everything is about Forest Gump the movie.
that's all I can think of now, other than I bought more clothes. I'll be catching a flight back to Waikiki soon and then from there back to vancity. Miss everyone. And craving for a bubble tea. Haha. See u on the morning.
Looking for that Elusive High?
Don't break the bank on illicit drugs that severely mess up your life, when you can watch the HSBC fireworks with new "3D" glasses!
Trippy.
The sad part is that it didn't even make the fireworks 3D, it just made them a rainbow mess. Like throwing Skittles at someone's face.
Trippy.
The sad part is that it didn't even make the fireworks 3D, it just made them a rainbow mess. Like throwing Skittles at someone's face.
Just armbar that bitch!
Brazillian Jiu-Jitsu, a martial art created by Helio Gracie and his family that allows smaller individuals to control and overcome larger adversaries in combat by using their quickness and agility in executing movements for positional advancement in order to attack joints, tendons and ligaments on the body of the larger foe.
Or, statutory rape with uniforms on.
Yet, I love it.
Finally, there's an outlet for all that crazy, violent, bloodthirstiness inside of me. RAWR!
I recently started heading to the classes again more consistently. I remember my first class at the new gym in Burnaby. I had my body ripped to shreds. I didn't even know I could stretch my groin that far. Thank god I'm not in a sexual relationship or anything, if you know what I mean.
*winkitywinkwink*
(Why the hell am I winking? Is there anything that even NEEDS to be insinuated? Its almost as bad as saying, I wouldn't be able to fuck.)
Anyway, the BJJ is seeping into my subconscious thoughts... Like my sister was complaining about some dumb bitch today during lunch, and instinctively, I yelled out, "Why don't you just armbar that bitch?"
Yeap. I'm not even joking.
And then I was bitched at by 2pac about some dumb shit and I wanted to give him the finger just to see what he would do to me, and in the back of my head, I was thinking, if he wants to try to smack me, take him down and gogoplata his ass.
"What's a gogoplata?"
That's a gogoplata. Muddahfuckah.
Anyway, like I said in the first bit, Brazillian Jiu Jitsu is meant for smaller guys so that they can control larger opponents in combat. Well, I'm not exactly a small guy, eh? You might think that but the 6'7" 310 lbs guy in my gym would disagree with you. He whipped my ass all over the mat. Ever want to see Chris get his ass handed to him? Come to his BJJ class. :P
So that's what I'm up to these days. Anyone wanna wrestle? xD
Or, statutory rape with uniforms on.
Yet, I love it.
Finally, there's an outlet for all that crazy, violent, bloodthirstiness inside of me. RAWR!
I recently started heading to the classes again more consistently. I remember my first class at the new gym in Burnaby. I had my body ripped to shreds. I didn't even know I could stretch my groin that far. Thank god I'm not in a sexual relationship or anything, if you know what I mean.
*winkitywinkwink*
(Why the hell am I winking? Is there anything that even NEEDS to be insinuated? Its almost as bad as saying, I wouldn't be able to fuck.)
Anyway, the BJJ is seeping into my subconscious thoughts... Like my sister was complaining about some dumb bitch today during lunch, and instinctively, I yelled out, "Why don't you just armbar that bitch?"
Yeap. I'm not even joking.
And then I was bitched at by 2pac about some dumb shit and I wanted to give him the finger just to see what he would do to me, and in the back of my head, I was thinking, if he wants to try to smack me, take him down and gogoplata his ass.
"What's a gogoplata?"
That's a gogoplata. Muddahfuckah.
Anyway, like I said in the first bit, Brazillian Jiu Jitsu is meant for smaller guys so that they can control larger opponents in combat. Well, I'm not exactly a small guy, eh? You might think that but the 6'7" 310 lbs guy in my gym would disagree with you. He whipped my ass all over the mat. Ever want to see Chris get his ass handed to him? Come to his BJJ class. :P
So that's what I'm up to these days. Anyone wanna wrestle? xD
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Epic Skunk Battle
"AH ZHAI! SHAOLIN SHOWDOWN BY THE SHED!"
..and thus my ever so emotionally charged viewing of the sensational SYTYCD routine by Tyce Diorio was abruptly put to a hault by my dad as my sporadic attention patterns had me shooting towards the window where I was witness to one of the most absurdly interesting acts of nature I have ever witnessed.
long sentence win.
Short of Lama porn, which I was never actually given the treat to, this live-actioned brawl between SEVEN whole, breathing, living, white and black mongrels of stenchable formidability would be as close to animal sex as I'd ever been exposed to. That, and the nature chanel showed some nasty horse-mounting once. Male Horses. You have got to give it to them.
*blush*
All immeasurable penis sizes aside, these skunks were absolutely just going at it. Think Rampage Jackson on Rampage Jackson(1), except without the squealing japanese reporter(2). Or crazy little pre-pubescent kim tseng-wannabe Jonas Brothers fans on the post-mortem Frank Mir. Like wow.
I have to stop saying wow at everything. It makes me sound like a tourist. Like wow. Look at the size of that thing. Like wow. wow.
wow.
Unfortunately, my camera could get a hold of none of the action because it's a bit cheap and i'm a bit stupid so those two things just didn't gel. However, it did give me this excellent excuse to make my..well..second post now i guess...on blogspot, of which I must say was a thoroughly entertaining way to spend a few minutes of my night.
Oh, and four of them crawled back into the bottom of my shed. I know right? Who ever really NEEDS emergency food storage?
edit: it was actually more of a brawl and less of an orgy. i just re-read what i wrote and i realized how carried away that one got..
SYTYCD:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_TCK5OCgss
Jew-Fro MuhhhfuhhhhhhhCARRR:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfm2V1BIShc&feature=channel_page
(1)Rampage Jackson:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BBdFmWLo-A
(2)Rampage Jackson:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxmUiu3TjS8
Tonight's Special:http://media.photobucket.com/image/male%20horse/kimberleep/MaleHorseFallsAsleep.jpg
..and thus my ever so emotionally charged viewing of the sensational SYTYCD routine by Tyce Diorio was abruptly put to a hault by my dad as my sporadic attention patterns had me shooting towards the window where I was witness to one of the most absurdly interesting acts of nature I have ever witnessed.
long sentence win.
Short of Lama porn, which I was never actually given the treat to, this live-actioned brawl between SEVEN whole, breathing, living, white and black mongrels of stenchable formidability would be as close to animal sex as I'd ever been exposed to. That, and the nature chanel showed some nasty horse-mounting once. Male Horses. You have got to give it to them.
*blush*
All immeasurable penis sizes aside, these skunks were absolutely just going at it. Think Rampage Jackson on Rampage Jackson(1), except without the squealing japanese reporter(2). Or crazy little pre-pubescent kim tseng-wannabe Jonas Brothers fans on the post-mortem Frank Mir. Like wow.
I have to stop saying wow at everything. It makes me sound like a tourist. Like wow. Look at the size of that thing. Like wow. wow.
wow.
Unfortunately, my camera could get a hold of none of the action because it's a bit cheap and i'm a bit stupid so those two things just didn't gel. However, it did give me this excellent excuse to make my..well..second post now i guess...on blogspot, of which I must say was a thoroughly entertaining way to spend a few minutes of my night.
Oh, and four of them crawled back into the bottom of my shed. I know right? Who ever really NEEDS emergency food storage?
edit: it was actually more of a brawl and less of an orgy. i just re-read what i wrote and i realized how carried away that one got..
SYTYCD:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_TCK5OCgss
Jew-Fro MuhhhfuhhhhhhhCARRR:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfm2V1BIShc&feature=channel_page
(1)Rampage Jackson:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BBdFmWLo-A
(2)Rampage Jackson:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxmUiu3TjS8
Tonight's Special:http://media.photobucket.com/image/male%20horse/kimberleep/MaleHorseFallsAsleep.jpg
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Flights Without Window Views
This is posted on behalf of Angela, who is unable to post this from China because the government is once again restricting her use of Blogger. You know, in case she tries to think for herself.
On days when I wish for something interesting, or in other words, adventurous to happen and nothing of the sort does, I retreat to the drama-craving habitat I happen to come from. And on days like today, when the impossible happen right next to me, I regret having been present at such an outrageous moment. Now that is pure hypocrisy!
At least the woman sitting on my right is sane; I really hope she doesn't start singing out aloud with passionate expressions and hand motions like the white-skinny-jean-wearing middle aged man sitting to my left.
Enduring constant kicks at my seat and incessant battle-like cries from a toddler sitting behind me is somewhat tolerable, but this, this "woooohhhh, yeah, yeah" off beat singing that is coming from a man who's probably even more tone deaf than I am is deserving of a loud face-palm/back of a seat/airplane foldable table moment.
Thank god I will eventually forget the horrors and think of this as more or less an adventure. But for now, all I can think of as pleasantly memorable is turning to him and with my dead serious, I-am-going-to-eat-you face say "Sir, even if you were better at singing, I would like to you stop." Maybe I could get out my sunglasses for courage's sake.
What would you have done?Is asking someone older to shut up just as much a social faux pas as singing like you are in the shower on a plane?
Oh and did I mention he sang for almost three hours?
On days when I wish for something interesting, or in other words, adventurous to happen and nothing of the sort does, I retreat to the drama-craving habitat I happen to come from. And on days like today, when the impossible happen right next to me, I regret having been present at such an outrageous moment. Now that is pure hypocrisy!
At least the woman sitting on my right is sane; I really hope she doesn't start singing out aloud with passionate expressions and hand motions like the white-skinny-jean-wearing middle aged man sitting to my left.
Enduring constant kicks at my seat and incessant battle-like cries from a toddler sitting behind me is somewhat tolerable, but this, this "woooohhhh, yeah, yeah" off beat singing that is coming from a man who's probably even more tone deaf than I am is deserving of a loud face-palm/back of a seat/airplane foldable table moment.
Thank god I will eventually forget the horrors and think of this as more or less an adventure. But for now, all I can think of as pleasantly memorable is turning to him and with my dead serious, I-am-going-to-eat-you face say "Sir, even if you were better at singing, I would like to you stop." Maybe I could get out my sunglasses for courage's sake.
What would you have done?Is asking someone older to shut up just as much a social faux pas as singing like you are in the shower on a plane?
Oh and did I mention he sang for almost three hours?
Monday, July 13, 2009
Oh... Yeah, Baby... Oh.. Stanley.. You're so... DARK?
It is officially 2:25 AM as I start this blog.
(MP: I know you wanted me to do a Bromo Cooking blog, but I'll do that later)
It went a little something like this... Cue the music. Uh, Uh, Uh, Yeah, CUT!
Chris: *Dials phone* Yo Greta, where you at!?
Greta: Downtown.
After getting lost in Downtown for 10 minutes, doing an illegal 3-point turn in the middle of downtown that opened up a parking gate, scaring the shit out of myself, turning the wrong way into a one way street and almost getting Greta killed as I told her to cross the street, I finally picked her up and we tried to finesse our way out of downtown. Only to end up on the street heading into Stanley Park.
Chris: Hey, I know this road, it goes to the beach! (evidently not)
Greta: Cool, let's go!
As I take the right turn (of doom) into Stanley Park, I soon realized that there wasn't going to be a beach. Nope. But we did find a lighthouse thing.
Chris: *Parks car* Lets go out and look at stuff!
Greta: *Walking around, taking pictures, shivering the cold* OMG VANCOUVER IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!
After it got much too cold even for my muscular fantasticity, we jumped back in the car and started down the road. It was dark. And as we turned the corner, deeper into the mysterious Stanley Park forest we went, and hilarity ensues.
Chris: Oh god, its so dark. I should turn on my hi-beams. *Flick*
Greta: OMG WHO IS THAT BEHIND US, HE'S FOLLOWING US. AHH!!!!!
Chris: Hmm.. I wonder what this does. *Flick*
Greta: OMFG HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO WORK THE HEADLIGHTS WE'RE DOOMED!!
Chris: Fuck, I'm gonna hit a deer or some shit. Motherfuck! AHH! Its so fucking dark! Fuck!
Greta: WE NEED SOME DAY N' NITE UP IN THIS!
Chris: Fuck, where'd that car go!?
Greta: Is that a bridge? Where does it go? *Points at Lions Gate*
Chris: ... North Van.
Greta: OMG DO NOT GO ON THAT BRIDGE! WE'RE GOING ON THE BRIDGE AREN'T WE, AREN'T WE!!!??!?!?!!
Chris: NO! SHUT UP! I'LL FIND A WAY OUT!
Greta: OMG WE'RE GOING ON THE BRIDGE! AHH!
Chris: NO! THE BRIDGE IS RIGHT THERE, WE PASSED IT! GOD DAMN.
Greta: Ok.. Ok.. WTF IS THAT A CYCLIST?!?!
Chris: YEAH HE'S GONNA RAPE US AND SHIT!
Greta: AHH!!!!
Chris: *Reads Sign "Third Beach"* Ok, I think I know where we are.. This is the way to English Bay..
*Turns the corner, more forest, more people following us, then we were following a guy*
Greta: Lets follow this guy out!
Chris: He's going too fast!!!
Greta: OMG DON'T CHASE HIM!
Chris: YOU SAID FOLLOW HIM!
Chris: Damnit, we lost him.
After driving around in Stanley Park for more than half an hour in the pitch black darkness, I'm glad to say that we didn't hit any deer, bears, polar rats, homeless people or bitchez n' hoez.
Nigguh.
That is what we did. July 12, 2009.
ROFFLEWAFFLES!
(MP: I know you wanted me to do a Bromo Cooking blog, but I'll do that later)
It went a little something like this... Cue the music. Uh, Uh, Uh, Yeah, CUT!
Chris: *Dials phone* Yo Greta, where you at!?
Greta: Downtown.
Chris: Wanna chill tonight?
Greta: Yeah, I'm trying to finish dessert, pick me up?
Chris: Aights, I'm heading down right now.
Greta: Yeah, I'm trying to finish dessert, pick me up?
Chris: Aights, I'm heading down right now.
After getting lost in Downtown for 10 minutes, doing an illegal 3-point turn in the middle of downtown that opened up a parking gate, scaring the shit out of myself, turning the wrong way into a one way street and almost getting Greta killed as I told her to cross the street, I finally picked her up and we tried to finesse our way out of downtown. Only to end up on the street heading into Stanley Park.
Chris: Hey, I know this road, it goes to the beach! (evidently not)
Greta: Cool, let's go!
As I take the right turn (of doom) into Stanley Park, I soon realized that there wasn't going to be a beach. Nope. But we did find a lighthouse thing.
Chris: *Parks car* Lets go out and look at stuff!
Greta: *Walking around, taking pictures, shivering the cold* OMG VANCOUVER IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!
After it got much too cold even for my muscular fantasticity, we jumped back in the car and started down the road. It was dark. And as we turned the corner, deeper into the mysterious Stanley Park forest we went, and hilarity ensues.
Chris: Oh god, its so dark. I should turn on my hi-beams. *Flick*
Greta: OMG WHO IS THAT BEHIND US, HE'S FOLLOWING US. AHH!!!!!
Chris: Hmm.. I wonder what this does. *Flick*
Greta: OMFG HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO WORK THE HEADLIGHTS WE'RE DOOMED!!
Chris: Fuck, I'm gonna hit a deer or some shit. Motherfuck! AHH! Its so fucking dark! Fuck!
Greta: WE NEED SOME DAY N' NITE UP IN THIS!
Chris: Fuck, where'd that car go!?
Greta: Is that a bridge? Where does it go? *Points at Lions Gate*
Chris: ... North Van.
Greta: OMG DO NOT GO ON THAT BRIDGE! WE'RE GOING ON THE BRIDGE AREN'T WE, AREN'T WE!!!??!?!?!!
Chris: NO! SHUT UP! I'LL FIND A WAY OUT!
Greta: OMG WE'RE GOING ON THE BRIDGE! AHH!
Chris: NO! THE BRIDGE IS RIGHT THERE, WE PASSED IT! GOD DAMN.
Greta: Ok.. Ok.. WTF IS THAT A CYCLIST?!?!
Chris: YEAH HE'S GONNA RAPE US AND SHIT!
Greta: AHH!!!!
Chris: *Reads Sign "Third Beach"* Ok, I think I know where we are.. This is the way to English Bay..
*Turns the corner, more forest, more people following us, then we were following a guy*
Greta: Lets follow this guy out!
Chris: He's going too fast!!!
Greta: OMG DON'T CHASE HIM!
Chris: YOU SAID FOLLOW HIM!
Chris: Damnit, we lost him.
After driving around in Stanley Park for more than half an hour in the pitch black darkness, I'm glad to say that we didn't hit any deer, bears, polar rats, homeless people or bitchez n' hoez.
Nigguh.
That is what we did. July 12, 2009.
ROFFLEWAFFLES!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Six Guys, One Kitchen...
... it's not gay unless we are wearing matching Hello Kitty aprons.
Okay, I was going to type a descriptive, entertaining story, but after almost 1.5 hrs, I am officially calling it quits, declaring writer's block, and lowering myself down to point-form written expression. Fail~
Pre-warmup that precedes the warmup, which is then followed by the pre-workout...
- supposed to meet at Matt's at 12pm
- arrived at 1pm lol
- watched end of a CSI episode about cowboys..
- picked a few movies to watch later
- kicked it to Superstore on Marine Dr.
Au magasin super
- Five guys, not just shopping, but GROCERY shopping = epic. no homos.
- Chris + Matt would make a good gay couple; should've seen the way they argued over ground beef...they be beefin' over beef LOLOLLLOLL. zzz
- ^ Thank God for air-conditionners and trannies..yenno, to make cars work :D
- Aaron and I practically got nigg'ied the whole time. See second entry to this post.
- Got choked out of my mind upon hearing that Superstore raised the price of Arizona iced tea to $1.99 ='(((
- Check-out, saw Sam's mom lol so random
Chez Barry..Pre-Chaos
- Busted our loads [of groceries] into B.Fan's fridge
- Watched How It's Made and Ni Hao, Kai Lan while waiting for Barry to come home from work
- What the fuck kind of name is Kai Lan..it's like naming my kid mothafuckennn brocoli LOLL.. whats E. Coli? its all about the B.Coli mofo! (h) <-- my son's gang name if I name him brocoli
- B.Fan came.
- Went upstairs to watch Rampage Jackson dry hump reporters during interviews...props to the girl for being composed enough to finish the interview with him humping her LOLL..well the white lady did..the asian lady freaked out and tried to run away while he chased her on all fours barking like a dog ROFLMAOOOOOOO
*notice how I'm starting to type less correctly LOLLL*
Sex in the kitchen, over by the stove,
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls.
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes,
We'll be making love like the restaurant was closed.
- R. Kelly
Lost in the kitchen, standing by the stove,
All these guys around me, I wish there were some hoes
(But) we ain't in the garden, there's no need for those
Don't know what to do and that's the way it goes..
- R. Michael
Hm.. by that I mean I felt in the kitchen that day what Aaron feels everyday, everywhere: lost. heheheheheh! jk
What I did:
Put potatoes in pot to boil
Put eggs in pot to boil
Slice meat
Prepare deviled eggs
Mash potatoes
"Is it done yet?" is something Chris, Chad, and Matt probably heard from me way too many times that evening LOL..can't even boil shit so sad HAHA -.-'
EATING TIME!
- started watching Shooter while eating Deviled Eggs w/ tobasco ;9
- Chad didn't get any 'cause his nigger lips were too heavy to open to ask for some. >=( jk lolol
Billie Jean is a Pretty Young Thing who gives me such a Thriller that I have to Beat It.
I look at the Man in the Mirror and feel Bad afterward.
hmm..in hindsight, that was kind of inappropriate LOLOLLL xP good night I look forward to seeing the rest
PS. proof-reading is for chumps ;)
Okay, I was going to type a descriptive, entertaining story, but after almost 1.5 hrs, I am officially calling it quits, declaring writer's block, and lowering myself down to point-form written expression. Fail~
Pre-warmup that precedes the warmup, which is then followed by the pre-workout...
- supposed to meet at Matt's at 12pm
- arrived at 1pm lol
- watched end of a CSI episode about cowboys..
- picked a few movies to watch later
- kicked it to Superstore on Marine Dr.
Au magasin super
- Five guys, not just shopping, but GROCERY shopping = epic. no homos.
- Chris + Matt would make a good gay couple; should've seen the way they argued over ground beef...they be beefin' over beef LOLOLLLOLL. zzz
- ^ Thank God for air-conditionners and trannies..yenno, to make cars work :D
- Aaron and I practically got nigg'ied the whole time. See second entry to this post.
- Got choked out of my mind upon hearing that Superstore raised the price of Arizona iced tea to $1.99 ='(((
- Check-out, saw Sam's mom lol so random
Chez Barry..Pre-Chaos
- Busted our loads [of groceries] into B.Fan's fridge
- Watched How It's Made and Ni Hao, Kai Lan while waiting for Barry to come home from work
- What the fuck kind of name is Kai Lan..it's like naming my kid mothafuckennn brocoli LOLL.. whats E. Coli? its all about the B.Coli mofo! (h) <-- my son's gang name if I name him brocoli
- B.Fan came.
- Went upstairs to watch Rampage Jackson dry hump reporters during interviews...props to the girl for being composed enough to finish the interview with him humping her LOLL..well the white lady did..the asian lady freaked out and tried to run away while he chased her on all fours barking like a dog ROFLMAOOOOOOO
*notice how I'm starting to type less correctly LOLLL*
Sex in the kitchen, over by the stove,
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls.
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes,
We'll be making love like the restaurant was closed.
- R. Kelly
Lost in the kitchen, standing by the stove,
All these guys around me, I wish there were some hoes
(But) we ain't in the garden, there's no need for those
Don't know what to do and that's the way it goes..
- R. Michael
Hm.. by that I mean I felt in the kitchen that day what Aaron feels everyday, everywhere: lost. heheheheheh! jk
What I did:
Put potatoes in pot to boil
Put eggs in pot to boil
Slice meat
Prepare deviled eggs
Mash potatoes
"Is it done yet?" is something Chris, Chad, and Matt probably heard from me way too many times that evening LOL..can't even boil shit so sad HAHA -.-'
EATING TIME!
- started watching Shooter while eating Deviled Eggs w/ tobasco ;9
- Chad didn't get any 'cause his nigger lips were too heavy to open to ask for some. >=( jk lolol
Billie Jean is a Pretty Young Thing who gives me such a Thriller that I have to Beat It.
I look at the Man in the Mirror and feel Bad afterward.
hmm..in hindsight, that was kind of inappropriate LOLOLLL xP good night I look forward to seeing the rest
PS. proof-reading is for chumps ;)
IFTHOM: If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
It Frustrates The Heck Outta Me
This phrase is shortly followed by "it's worked for _ months/years/days, we shouldn't think about it." It is often said when the person in question thinks you don't have the mental capacity to touch something without blowing it up. Such person refuses to acknowledge your request for change by saying that no change is necessary.
Of course it's not necessary, if you're stuck in time. These same people will then attend routine maintenance checks for their car. The car's not broken, of course. It's just recommended that you attend to keep it running in tip-top shape.
This phrase assumes that the object in question is running at peak performance, and cannot be improved in any way that I would know of. It also assumes that it cannot be made to perform elegantly or accomplish additional tasks, without breaking it. It assumes that the object will not age, or deteriorate, and that there are no preventative measures against that. Does such an object exist?
If it ain't broke, don't fix it, just wait until it does.
This phrase is shortly followed by "it's worked for _ months/years/days, we shouldn't think about it." It is often said when the person in question thinks you don't have the mental capacity to touch something without blowing it up. Such person refuses to acknowledge your request for change by saying that no change is necessary.
Of course it's not necessary, if you're stuck in time. These same people will then attend routine maintenance checks for their car. The car's not broken, of course. It's just recommended that you attend to keep it running in tip-top shape.
This phrase assumes that the object in question is running at peak performance, and cannot be improved in any way that I would know of. It also assumes that it cannot be made to perform elegantly or accomplish additional tasks, without breaking it. It assumes that the object will not age, or deteriorate, and that there are no preventative measures against that. Does such an object exist?
If it ain't broke, don't fix it, just wait until it does.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Stephanie reporting from Hawaii
Aloha! I'm here in honalulu Hawaii with the beautiful sunshine. I'm using my new iPhone so this is pretty cool. I actually made an awesome video blog on here but I can't post it for some reason :(
anyways I guess I'm the first blog here. Yeah me! So far hawaii is HOT. And there are so many tourists, but apparently my family looks like locals... And my dad looks like a hapa...half Japanese and half white haha. Already have done so much shopping. Coach flats from 188 to $59.99. A "stupid factory" shirt. Sunglasses. Postcards. And more clothes. Lol.
Yup so going out for dinner now and more shopping haha. Shout out to everyone in vancity: hope your all having sunny days like here :)
you know you love me
xoxo stephaniee
anyways I guess I'm the first blog here. Yeah me! So far hawaii is HOT. And there are so many tourists, but apparently my family looks like locals... And my dad looks like a hapa...half Japanese and half white haha. Already have done so much shopping. Coach flats from 188 to $59.99. A "stupid factory" shirt. Sunglasses. Postcards. And more clothes. Lol.
Yup so going out for dinner now and more shopping haha. Shout out to everyone in vancity: hope your all having sunny days like here :)
you know you love me
xoxo stephaniee
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