grandma

At around 2:30pm today, my mom calls my cell at work and says,

Mom – Julie... you're not going anywhere tonight... are you? *sniffs

me – well, I was going to go to volleyball like I do every Friday night. Why? What's up?

Mom – your poa-poa is in the hospital... I want you to go visit her with me...

It's been a while since I felt my heart break like that... a literal sense of something gripping your chest to the point where breathing normally seems to be a little more difficult. My mom doesn't cry in public, so I know when she's sniffing, it's serious. My poa-poa is my grandma on mom's side. She and gong-gong (grandpa) pretty much raised my siblings and I from birth to the end of elementary school back in East York. I love my poa-poa... she says I'm her favourite. =)

Mom had mentioned to me yesterday briefly that poa-poa fell outside, but she assured me that said it wasn't serious. When I went to the hospital today, she seemed okay. My aunt was there and had been there overnight as requested by the patient. I could see in her blood-shot eyes that she was tired and had cried some time before we got to the hospital.

Apparently, my grandma went through a couple hours of an extreme headache that caused her to feel nauseated, made the room spin and the walls seemed to want to crash down onto her. According to my aunt, she was yelling things like it was going to be her last day alive, that the heavens will have to take her life and that she can't stand the suffering here. It was after this incident that she called my mom and thus, mom called me.

While we were there, poa-poa seemed to be doing well: semi-energetic and talkative. She laughed at my jokes and nodded in approval when I told her my work softball team were the champions, it made me happy. =) (I thought this was a funny pic of her - taken probably 7-8 years ago, but she looks the same)

As the 4 of us were talking, the topic of boyfriend came up (go figure). She knew someone from HK who just finished grad school in Toronto and she wanted me to meet him and blah blah blah. I couldn't be too sarcastic with her, so I basically made it come down to: Is he taller than me? Knowing he was from HK, I sorta knew the answer already. HA – dodged the bullet; he was shorter than I! Then they started talking about so-and-so's son that's single or that family friend that is looking for a daughter-in-law, or that guy who is quite handsome, etc etc.

I couldn't escape.

Eventually, I changed the topic... but really... sigh... must it always go back to Single Aging Julie needs a husband? =/

The drive home was quite pleasant. All my childhood memories came back... I remember the days when I was a fat kid who tortured bugs in the backyard all day, walked around Taylor Creek Park with the family, played with rocks and Ninja Turtle figurines... I remember when poa-poa would pick me up from school and everyday I would ask her to buy pizza from Diamond Pizza for me. She did twice of the millions of times I asked. It killed my bro and sis when she said I was such a good child and that they should be as nice as me. Suckers. Little did she know though...

Anyway, it was a good visit. She will be there for a few more days, I think.

For those who believe in God, please pray for her... for those who don't, please pray also as I think God will hear you too. =) Thanks

Goodbye Mr. Perfect

Back to anti-relationship mode.

... what was I thinking?! o_O

Hello Mr. Perfect

Today, a friend (who's name I won't disclose as I didn't get their permission to “expose” them on a public domain) and I had an in depth conversation about relationships, desired traits of our signification others and non-negotiable attributes... amongst other things... and I realized something just an hour ago: as much as I say I'm not looking to be in a relationship, I am looking! This is the point where my best friend would respond in an outlandish way, “JULES - NOOOOOO!!!”

Maybe it was the baby shower; maybe it was the quiet reflective drive back home; maybe it was the sappy songs I played over and over again on my cell; or maybe the fact that all my peers are dating/engaged/married... or maybe I just finally stopped lying to myself: I think I want to be in a relationship? Indeed, my realization is in question form. Who knows, I may switch back to anti-relationship-mode tomorrow... you know how it is with us insecure-about-relationship-types. One day we're skimming our facebook for single/not-so-bad-looking guy friends which of whom you mysteriously want to contact after months (or in some cases; years) of silence – the next day we're gagging at every couple we see holding hands and rolling-eyes at any person who says they have a friend who they think you may be interested in...

Seriously though, who am I trying to kid? Everyone woman wants someone to want them. Sure, that doesn't necessarily mean you need to be in a relationship to fulfil that “want”, but it does provide HUGE peace of mind that someone out there actually does want us... and he'll tell you that through his words and actions everyday. Doesn't that just melt your heart? Isn't that just beautiful? .... Man, I'm turning into such a sap! Someone please slap me!

Perhaps it will do me/us good if I listed out all the reasons why I shouldn't/can't be in a relationship now... get my head straight:

1. My schedule is packed 6-days/a wk and a month in advance... day and night... and I'm unwilling to change any of the commitments I already made to “fit” the BF in. It's almost selfish of me to ask him to conform to my agenda just so we can see each other!
2. I have extremely low expectations on people. It's good and bad, I guess. Good because it wouldn't phase me much if he suddenly cancelled our date, showed up late, didn't call one night, forgot my birthday, or forgot our anniversary, etc. Bad because ... well, it doesn't seem like I care? I think I do care, but I just don't know how to express it well? I'm still figuring this out.
3. Picky Julie. The man needs to be perfect or darn near close to it for me to give even a second glace or the time of day for small talk.
4. It's difficult for me to see what's driving this sensation of wanting to be hitched. Is it society? Is it natural human desire? Is it mom, friends, celebrities, media influencing me? Understanding why I am the way I am is important to me so when I don't know what's going on upstairs, I usual refrain from executing those feelings. I don't understand emotions. o_O
5. I was just kidding about #3. Perfection doesn't exist... gotta be realistic. We need obviously need to mould them into the person we want them to be. Haha (j/k again!)
6. My so-called “celebrity crushes” are either out of my league or – due to external factors – are untouchable. Can't be wondering around forbidden territory, right? Most of the good ones are already taken or are in the minds/hearts of another friend... and according to The Relationship Code of Conduct: Thou shall not tap he who is crushed-on by your fellow sister (without her permission and blessings).

I'll stop there. Anything else I list will be a bi-product of my strange perception of what dating/courting ought to be.

Just for kicks, I'm going to list my non-negotiable traits my man must have (if you believe you have more than 95% of these characteristics, please drop me a line... or eat a slice of humble pie!! haha j/k):

• 100% biologically male
• Christian & cares about his spiritual well-being
• Great sense of humour
• Good conversationist (therefore, also a good listener)
• Confident
• Honest to the bone: no white lies, no sugar coating, clear sarcasm/over-exaggerations/jokes... e.g. if you're having a bad day, and I ask how you're doing, and you say “fine.” To me, that's a lie. If you don't want to talk about it, just say so! =)
• Outgoing and sociable. Sorry, I can't babysit you at a party.
• Cares about the greater good (nothing's hotter than seeing a guy enthusiastically volunteering somewhere)
• Same maturity level as me
• Not lazy
• Family oriented and respects their elders
• Talks out their problems when it happens (i.e. Not bottling things up and then exploding with a million small things that put you over the top) and knowing when an issue just needs to be slept on and talked out the next day when emotions calm down.
• Stoked about life! No one wants a debbie-downer-party-pooper who just wants to vent and complain all day long about whatever. Suck it up, let it go, and enjoy the things you do have! Life is GOOD! =)
• and of course, absolutely gorgeous

Okay Mr. Perfect – come to Julie! =)

Side note: I lost my silver belt today. If you see it, please let me know. o_O It should be around ETCBC somewhere... =(

Summer Conference - Day 1: all smiles

Finally have time to document my summer conference experience! Eons from now, when we’re all wearing silver attire, I’ll look back at this glorious weekend. =)

DAY 1: PRE SUMMER CONFERENCE (Fri., July 31, 2009)

@ approx 7:45am (in Cantonese, on the bus)
Mom – Julie-ah, why don’t you invite me to your events?
Julie – what’re you talkin’ about?
Mom – you’re leaving this weekend and you didn’t invite me...
Julie – O_O” oh, I didn’t know you wanted to go... You know it’s a church-thing, right?
Mom – yeah, I’ll go, have some fun... but I need to come home Sunday afternoon because I have a party to go to that night.
Julie – we’re leaving tmw, let me see what I can do about the ride and accommodations for you... just to confirm, you’re not kidding around, right?! You seriously wanna come???
Mom – let me get back to you... call me at 1pm...

@ approx 9:10am (just booted up my comp @ work)
I emailed...
- Dawn (conf admin) to ask about the registration, cost and room situation
- Albert (my ride) to give her a ride to the conference
- Ronald (the only person coming back on Sunday) to give her a ride back to T.O
- Level 2 (small grp) for massive prayers
- Joanne and Cavina (mentor & mentee) for massive prayers

@ approx 11:00am (still have yet to do any work...)
After slowing down our network w/ all my emails bouncing everywhere, I discovered many things. Amazing things. For example:
1. Yes, we can accommodate her for the conf @ a lower cost since she’s only there for 2 days
2. The only room available was the room attached to mine because that person (Leanne) couldn’t make it to the conf until Sunday
3. Ronald & wife (whose name escapes me), not only can give her a ride back, but they’re also a part of the Conto congregation, thus they can have potentially great conversation in the car!
4. Albert moved around his ride situation to accommodate my mom


@ approx 1pm (I called the mom...)
Julie – Wai? It’s Julie... so have you decided whether or not you’re going to come? You have a room next to mine, a ride there and back on Sunday, and everything is good to go.
Mom – okay, I’ll come.
Julie – REALLY?! Don’t be playin’ me, woman. You’re seriously coming??
Mom – YES!
Julie – ^__^ YYAAAAYYYY!! Okay, we’ll pack tonight – it’s only 1 night! YAY - I’m so happy!
Mom – okay, now go back to work. You’re going to get me in trouble. Bye!
Julie – YYYAAAAAYYY!!! BYE!! =)

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As you can see, this was a pretty happy day for me. Everything fit perfectly like O.J’s glove. During the conference was something else... especially since I sat in with the Canto congregation all 3 days. It was wonderful! A lot of insights; a lot of learning; a lot of fun... to say the least. I’d like to think that I’ve changed. Day2 blog to come.

In honour of this momentous day, I made-up a (not very good) riddle while sitting on the crapper:

What is something that, when there is more of it, becomes less of what it is? In other words: the nature of it changes – almost depreciates - when it’s more plentiful...
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Answer: A coincident.

nothing wise

It’s about 1am... I’m extremely tired from vball practice and a little delirious, so what better time to vent than now?

I’m sick of relationships.

The kind that other people have with another person and they stick the word “significant” in front so everyone else can be the lesser-kinda “other”. I’ve rolled my eyes enough recently to strain a brain muscle. Maybe that’s why I’m all bitter? ... no, maybe not bitter, just aggravated.

Have you ever had someone tell you stuff like:
- that sports will make you a manly, thus no man will want you
- spend more time at home or else you’ll lose the value of having a family, which is what every wise woman must aspire towards
- don’t build a 2nd level to the deck outside because the kids will fall?
- drink this, eat that, do this so you can be beautiful and desired
- don’t focus so much on more schooling because women don’t have to be so smart
- why don’t you date, Julie – are you a lesbian?
- why isn’t anyone going after you – what’s wrong with your male friends
- lower your standards before you get too old to have kids
- you’re too tall, stop wearing non-flat shoes, how are you going to find a Chinese husband if you’re so much taller than him
- all my friends sons and daughters are settling down, why are you embarrassing me... etc... etc...

I basically hear variations of this stuff EVERYDAY. Worst of all, THIS HAPPENS ON THE TTC... during rush hour... usually packed with ppl WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HECK MY MOM IS SAYING. GAHHHH!!!

SERENITY NOW!! SERENITY NOW!!!!

How do you expect me to focus on anything else when the most important person in my life is smearing my face with all this you-should-get-married-and-have-kids-because-it’s-the-meaning-of-life stuff everyday to the point where taking a breath is like choking on fish bones because any rebuttal would jab my insides more as she’ll make me eat my words with her if-you-love-me-then-you’ll-do-as-I-say-without-question-like-how-any-normal-woman-who-respect-their-parents-would-do garbage until all I can muster up are stupid hyphenated run-on sentences that drag my eyelids down to meet their less hairier counterpart call the-bottom-of-my-eye.

I’m going to bed. This sucks. >_<

severe indulgencies

For the first time in years, I re-read my own blog.
80% - forgotten about
60% - caused me to say, “I wrote that?!”
30% - wished still resonated w/ me now…

I thought about making this new entry a deeply philosophical and profound life lesson on the new and wonderful events that happened in the day and life of Julie Cho… but then I realized how little has changed.

Anyway, being the optimist I am, I did think a lot about how the world is going to end. The destruction of the world is going to be caused by 2 very preventable and subtle sources: inconvenience and discomfort. Allow me to explain…

Inconvenience “forces” us to:

• Drive to places that are sometimes walking distances
• Not car pool
• Shop at ‘mega stores’, despite the economic hardship mega stores inflict on local small businesses
• Consume fast food
• Demand small individually packaged items
• Leave the lights on w/ no one in the room
• Buy imported groceries w/out consideration as to how much fuel was used to get it here
• Not fix leaking faucets, poorly insulated windows/frames, etc.
• Use a lot of ‘disposable’ things

Discomfort “forces” us to:

• Leave the water running while lathering in the shower to stay warm
• Sit in the TTC “Priority Seating” area with our eyes shut
• Turn the heat or air conditioner higher during peak days/hours
• Idle the car more
• Use more Styrofoam (Styrofoam is the cheapest “disposable” calorimeter)
• Require the use of plastic bags in grocery stores
• Continue smoking knowing the harm it causes

…these are among many other habits and subconscious defiances against our Earth we silly North Americans love to do. But alas, like my other theories, I could be utterly mistaken… after all; I am under the impression that global warming will quietly kill us all.

Oh, and what gets me even more is that here we are bending over backwards to make ourselves feel better about whatever the media/profit-driven society deems important (i.e. beauty, money, power, etc.)… In the long-run, what does it do? None of it is permanent and we’ll always want more. And then the feeling of simply having enough… fades away…

when it ends in 8

it's been almost a year since the last post. not much has been goin' on...
i'm a little greener, a little more girly, a little less flirty, and a little more responsible w/ money... considering OSAP is taking $1k/month for the next 2 years.

how have you changed? by 'you' i mean the world...
- it's bloody 15 degrees above zero in mid january... people, the world is melting, let's do something about it!! O_O
- there's already been 3 dead pedestrians who were hit by cars since the year started
- more than 5 fatal veh accidents due to drunk drivers
- more privatized healthcare in Canada (boo! go home privatized garbage!)
- homemade bombs going off all over the world
- Bush is still an idiot
- we have Family Day as a stat holiday
- the rich grows richer and the poor grow poorer... i guess that didn't change.

2007 was the year of changes - for me at least.
wonder how you and i will be when it ends in 8. hit me.

update

I just thought it'd be nice to update everyone on my life:

• I'm done my post-secondary education FOREVER (until I do my Masters)
• I will be unemployed as of May 1, 2007
• For the first time since grade 6, I'm single & not looking
• Going to hit up AIA (May 5-10) for some spiritual, mental and physical training
• Going on my first real vacation to Europe (May 13-June 1)
• Sister and Leanne (housemate) moved out
• Mother and I have a good thing going
• Men's group has been/will be going through some changes... we'll see how that goes
• Planning to play for Flying Tigers vball team this summer and we'll be going to San Fran for our final tournament (first week of Sept)
• I no longer have a gym membership
• I'm playing the piano 5 times the amount I used to play
• Looking forward to beach vball action every Saturday morning in the summer
• I have an urge to volunteer for Habitat for Humanity consistently within Toronto
• I like dragon fruit
• Facebook takes up a lot of my time... that'll change soon (hopefully)

So that's the big update on the Choanator. I'm not sure whether or not I'll be blogging on a regular basis, so until next time - have a good one!

BAG-O-POCKY

wow, it really has been ages since I last posted... but in any case, I will continue the story of Ling (for those of you who don't know; she's my mom) later - that is a promise. As for now, I feel inclined to list all the Pocky flavours I've tried and have boxes of (I had to take them down and I realized how long it has been since I've tried a new flavour).

Normal Pocky
- chocolate (new & old style boxes)
- black sesame
- soybean
- strawberry cream coated
- cheese cake
- men's chocolate
- coconut milk chocolate

Pocky Mousse
- chocolate
- cream coated
- green tea cream coated
- green flowery box kind (green tea again?)
- purple flowery box kind (??)
- custard fondu

Specialty Pocky
- winter pocky ("made of only the finest chocolate")
- almond crush, chocolate coated
- Pocky G
- Pocky G - berry
- 'Decorer' chocolate/strawberry
- 'Decorer' chocolate/banana

Little-Sized Boxes Pocky
- almond
- caramel
- yogurt

If anyone comes across some funky new flavours that aren't listed here, please buy it and I'll pay you back! ^__^
... you know, this is kinda sad... =P *ha ha* ~shrug~

this is my Ling, this is her story...

Joe stepped slowly towards the small field of delicate bushes where a large gathering of Chinese women plucked off tealeaves into their baskets. He squinted against the sun to look for the woman he traveled miles to see – the one he has yet to meet. His vision narrowed towards one of the younger women who gave quick glances into his direction.

“Is she the one?” he thought, as he walked towards her.

His shoulder-length hair, tight orange shirt and brown bellbottoms didn’t match the plain traditional Chinese villager outfits that were the popular choice on this side of the world. Although viewed as stylish in Canada, awkward looks from people at the airport and on his way to the country side told him fashion is outweighed by function here.

“What a funny-looking man,” Ling thought as she subtly watched the foreigner make his way towards her. Her braided hair gently wrapped around her neck as she quickly and carefully pulled off the small leaves. Long braids were typical on women who worked in the fields because if someone was bitten by the lethal tree snake, the long braids were quickly cut off and tied around the limb to stop the poison from circulating.

The calluses on her palms showed many years of hard labour despite her young age. At age 6 she was forced to baby-sit her brother all day, even while attending school. When he cried, made noise, or needed to be fed, she had to leave the class. Three years later, when her brother was old enough to start school on his own, her baby-sitting years continued with a new baby sister to take care of. Despite her lack of attendance in class, by the end of junior high, Ling was one of 14 students in a group of over 60 who qualified to go to high school in the city. Her hard work and late nights catching up with the rest of the class had finally paid off. Finally, she could have a proper education like her older sister... or so she thought.

Ling was the second daughter of the Gan family and therefore, predetermined to be unloved because of China’s demand for sons; especially since the first child was a girl, the hope for a son amplified for the second child. As a result, from birth, Ling had been pushed into the laborious role of a male without the love and respect that came with it. Hence, when the time came, her acceptance letter and her dream of having proper schooling were torn up by her mother, who already signed Ling up to raise an ox for their neighbour. This was a typical job for young teens that lived in poor families. The long, uneventful hours of tending to the beast gave families enough money to provide one more meal with meat per month.

After 2 time-consuming years of ox-watching, the 14-year-old went off to another village to churn tofu for another 2 years. The daily consumption of soy bean products made her skin radiant and smooth. When she returned home, she had developed into a beautiful and slim young lady. For the next few years, she worked part-time as an assistant to the town doctor and also began to work on the field gathering tealeaves.

Along with her attractiveness, everyone in her community knew she was hardworking and an obedient daughter; the characteristics of a good wife. So, when Ling’s grandfather was approached by an old family friend with news that his friend’s cousin was looking for a wife in China, Ling’s name sprung to mind.


To be continued...

oh brother...

You're going to have to excuse that last post; it was the work of my brother. I would delete it, but I think it's kinda funny and it allowed me to put a cheesy play-on-words title.

Anyway, my brother has way too much time on his hands. And I can’t believe you would “woot woot” that, Darren!! GAAHHHH! O_O

Hey Suckers!

I am a loser :) give me a *woot woot*!

OOTO

As you may or may not know, OOTO stands for: Out Of The Ordinary... yes, I made it up. So here are some interesting things that happened today (besides completing the dumbest exam ever):

• On my way to school, I saw a little note posted on the wall of the bus shelter at Victoria Park and Finch. It read,“FOUND! A set of keys from Victoria Park and Sheppard. Call _____.” Isn’t that amazing? Someone would go so far out of their way to put a little message for a complete stranger that lost their keys. I think it was so sweet I just had to write about it here.

• On my way home, waiting at another stop, there was a brown lady who was singing in her language. It sounded pretty accurate and similar to the limited amount of traditional brown people music I’ve heard. It was beautiful. And I don’t use the term “brown” as a discriminatory-racial remark, I do it because I can’t tell a difference between Persian, Pakistani, Indian, Sri Lan’kan, Tamil or any other people with darker skin tones. Heck, I can’t even tell a difference between yellow-skinned people.

• And lastly, at Tim Horton’s, there was a lady entertaining a little baby by making sounds... it was really funny and even more distracting than anything I’ve experienced at a coffee shop. She made sounds like a fast-forwarding taped-recorded conversation, an inverted bomb sound (so instead of the bomb falling, it was going back up), mini quick farting noises, and high-pitched “la la la”-ing... this is on top of the typical baby-language sounds and the I’m-tackling-a-baby sounds (i.e. “ahh-goo-chee-goo-chee-gooooo”).
  

OH!! And I finally won in roll-up-the-rim! 1 of 9 chances my butt... more like 1 of 27 chances. Anyway, yeah - FREE COFFEE! WOO! ^__^

jab

Moving away from the highly-intensified devastating "e" word of post-secondary education; I would like to bring your attention to something out of the ordinary:

Today, I saw an old man running with a spear in his hands.

That is all.

and so it begins...

My 4 exams in a row begin today (Thursday)... all are 7pm-10pm...

please bring my ulcerized carcass to my mom when all it's done.
thanks.

Habits & Routines

I think they’re relatively normal.

I...

• brush my teeth before I eat breakfast (I think it’s weird doing it after you eat because it’s like you’re eating your morning breath)
• put on my coat and outer garments (except gloves) before breakfast if I need to leave right after
• always check my 4 email accounts, friendster, steepandcheap and msn before I go to bed
• always put the tokens I will use for the day in my right pant pocket
• procrastinate until I can feel the pressure (which usually happens the day before whatever is due or the exam date)
• apply Vaseline on my lips every night before bed
• put the left sock on first
• need to hug something while I sleep otherwise I’ll wake up (I currently hug a stuffed Kogepan [my fav Japanese cartoon character] pillow that has been renamed to Togapoo)
• check my teeth in the mirror almost every time I’m in front of a mirror
• like to compress my left earlobe when I’m sitting around and bored
• pull off the dry/loose skin pieces around my fingernails out of boredom also
• eat a lot of fruit (usually ½ to a whole orange, handful of grapes, and an apple) between the hours of 10pm and 1:20am every night
• weigh myself almost every other morning
• talk to Brian on the phone everyday after midnight

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Some side notes:
I had my first final today (25%); 3 hours of straight fast writing! I filled 3 booklets and I still didn't have enough time to put the amount of detail requested. Next week Thursday is when the other 4 begin... and I still have a quiz and a final report to do for Monday! York is stupid.

This Friday will be Brian and I's first time going to a club together! It's his year-end party w/ his class so it's not like he chose to go there... but it should be interesting anyway. Our first "Dinner and a Dance"

I've been having some weird, uncomfortable feelings in my upper right gums like they've become sensitive... they bleed sometimes too... I should get that checked out. o_O

more misfortunes

It looks like I’m back in blogging mode... must be from all that losing in Roll Up the Rim to Win. Stupid “1 in 9 chances”... LIES! I buy from 3-8 cups of something from Tim Horton’s a week and I haven’t won once. Last time they had this promo, I won a doughnut, but it expired before I could even use it. ~shaking fists~

I’m done exams on April 9th. Some would consider that a boon; I say it’s just a boo.
Exam schedule: Mar 29, Apr 6,7,8,9. OMG!! My last assignment due is on Mar 27 then I go straight into exam time! THAT SUCKS BUTTHOLES! >_<

I’m piling up and not following through with my responsibilities at church... and ironically enough, here I am using this time to blog... o_O

~dashes away to get Blue Like Jazz book~

TTC "Fun"

I complain a lot about the things that happen to me on the bus, but here’s another episode of Julie’s TTC “Fun”.

I was sitting in the back, next to the rear doors with the little wall-divider on my right. The seat next to me was free and then the next one was occupied by an older Chinese lady. Anyway, then the Persian man came. (I will now refer to this man as Weenis)

So Weenis and his friend come on the bus. Weenis sat next to me and the other across from him. I’m only going to talk about Weenis because his friend seemed to do a good job with unwritten TTC etiquette.

Weenis had relatively thick shoulders, clearly wider than the width of the seat with his coat on anyway. He literally wedged himself between the woman and I… like fitting the square shape into the triangle hole. Not only that, he had to sit all the way back in his chair with his chest practically sticking out and his shoulders back.

Then, to top it off, he sat with his legs open; plainly breaking the invisible plane that partitions each seat. My natural reaction was to cross my legs. And when I did, he opened his legs even more! >=o( ... ugh... freakin' Weenis.

Lost: Grey Prison’d Housewife Models... will be found by CSI

I know many people already know this about me, but I don’t watch TV. I’d say the only times I look at the TV is when I’m with other people who “need” to watch something or I happen to enter a room where the television is already on.

In the past month or so, there has been a lot of hype about a bunch of shows I know nothing about. The title of this blog is just some of the key words people tossed around while conversing about hypothetical characters/plots of a show (speaking as if these people are real). I find that quite amusing. It’s kind of like how some girls fall in love with a character from a movie... thinking he’ll really die for his woman in reality. PSHH. Actors/actresses are rolling in dough because they can cause people to feel that way... you would’ve never thought buddy from Gladiator would beat a busboy over the head with the hotel phone (I heard this type of violent behaviour from him is common).

OH, and not to mention how viewers of reality TV shows think they know the participants inside-and-out just because they happen to watch a fraction of their life.

“I can’t believe so-and-so is such an ass! He should be shot and kicked around!”

Okay, no one really said that to me, but you get the point. People act differently when they’re in front of cameras! And a lot of things get edited out so we never know the full/real story.

Sports. I must admit, that’s fun to watch... but some people take it way to seriously. This one time at Kelsey’s, these guys in the booth next to my friends and I were so danged loud about a basketball game, that I/we would’ve smacked them upside the head if I/we were bigger, stronger, faster, and more populated than they. And this was in the middle of the day! Not saying that type of behaviour is okay at night, but in the day, people usually don’t drink themselves stupid. (FYI: When I say they were loud, I mean they didn’t simply cheer when we get a goal, but they yell stupidness throughout the game, talk/swear/laugh deafeningly, and occasionally bang on the table.)

There really is no finalizing point to all this. Just remember, back in the day, teachers called television “The Stupid Box” and if you watched too much of it, you’ll become stupid... but then again who listened to the teacher anyway? Like, no one really thought about what they did wrong when sent to the corner, nor mean it when asked to apologize to another kid and mean it...

for richard and albert

you guys check my blog almost every morning
but you see the same thing, isn't it boring?
my lack of updates isn't rewarding
but this poem's for you - without any warning!!

i wrote these blogs, knowing you guys would read it
leaving your comments and showing your wit,
reaching your hand out and grabbing my ... ARMPIT
*heh* reading these lyrics that don't flow a bit.

... that's all i got thus far. thanks for stickin' around. ^__^