Here ya go Cels -- Sorry to keep you waiting but hope you enjoy these pics.
It's been a little more than a month since I took these pics as my plane was leaving California and I meant to put them up sooner but never got the chance to. Life is so busy when your taking all these annoying classes in your SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. But now that AP's are over, I feel so relieved. School is ending. Life is good. I love you.
WOW, this is just like in the movies. The girl is leaving. The sun is setting. Yeahh. Life is good. My trusty flight companion :) You have no idea how huge this thing was goddamn. Freaking. Almost got stuck in that dumb scanning thing with the conveyor belt and the buckets and all. And you kno how they randomly do "extra precaution checks" on ppl. Yeah? Well, they freaking pulled ME out and did one of those. ME! DO I LOOK LIKE A FREAKING TERRORIST TO YOU GUYS? Damn. Well I guess it was reasonable. This teddy bear did look slightly suspicious seeing how big it is. But I love him nonetheless. I think I named him one time, but I cant seem to recall the name :( Anyway, he has a big head :) And around his neck is a medal. My medal. A bronze metal :( ..something I won in a 5th grade event for sprinting. I would've gotten second place if that bitch didnt cross her line and cut in front of me. I was so pissed after that. All my other friends got like gold and stuff and I couldnt even get second. And I wasnt even slow. In fact, I was damn fast for a fifth grader. :( was gonna join track in 6th grade too when I got to Junior High.. so much for that.. xD
Yesterday, I googled up a story that cheered me and made me laugh a lot. So, I'm gonna post it on my blog for all you guys to cheer up and laugh now. The story is that great. :)
There are two parts but I'm only going to post the first part cuz it's the better of the two and also the "main" story. Part 2 is more of a follow-up/background explanation thing which I didnt find as amusing as the first.
Brace yourself --
TWO STORIES ABOUT MY FATHER by Tim Hatch
My first car was given to me before I could even drive. I was fifteen years old and my grandfather was looking for a new car and decided that he'd give me his old one since I'd be old enough to drive it soon. Why he couldn't have just waited till after I had my license I'll never know but...whatever. This car was a 1970 Olds Cutlass Supreme; it was a metallic blue-green with a black vinyl top and interior. In the summer you had to wait a few minutes after opening the door before getting in it or else it would bake you. It had a trunk big enough to hold a small orgy in, a front bumper that seated two, and a floor shifter. This car was the anthropomorphic incarnation of sex and, of course, it's still my favorite of all the vehicles I've owned.
Unfortunately, this gift was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I had a sweet ass car that I didn't have to spend a dime of my own money on. On the other hand, the person who gave it to me was my grandfather, who was, and is, the last person on earth my father ever wanted any kind of help from. I'm sure it occurred to my dad to tell gramps we didn't need the car and that I should buy my own so I'd appreciate it more. But, at the end of the day, that would have created a huge political mess (And aren't family politics just the best kind?) and that was something my dad just didn't have the energy to deal with back in those days. Besides which, it was a cool ass car, and I don't think he had the heart to deprive me of it.
Before continuing, I should point out that my father and my grandfather pretty much despise each other. There are several reasons for this, but it would be a crass waste of time to list them all just for the sake of telling this story. Some background information will help however so, as quickly as possible:
* My father's father (My other grandfather) was a serious piece of shit who beat the holy fuck out of my dad, his brother, and his mom. And when I say, "beat the holy fuck" I don't mean a slap to the face. He used to beat my dad with his old army belt. He lost his job as a P.E. teacher for throwing a kid over a chain link fence. * My father was a big time alcoholic who, by the time this story takes place, had been sober for five years (he's at twenty two years sobriety now) and was still struggling with that on a regular basis. * I'm huge, and dad isn't. As an adult, I stand at damn near 7' tall, while my dad stands at 5'11". I've been taller than my father since I was twelve and, by the time this story takes place, I was about 6'6" and weighed over 200 pounds.
So mygrandfather gives me this car and it drives my dad crazy. Maybe he felt that gramps was stepping on his toes, maybe he was too proud to want to accept any sort of financial help from a man he couldn't stand, I don't know and honestly, it doesn't matter. What winds up happening is, he starts using the car as a disciplinary tool to keep me in line. Which would have been fine if there'd been some sort of rational thought or application to this practice. That wasn't dad's style, however, and what I got instead were mind games. He'd wait till he overheard me talking about "my" car to my friends and then he'd start shouting, "It's not your car, buddy-boy, it's my car! Oh grandfather might have given it to you, but you're my son and you're under eighteen and that car legally belongs to me and if I want to sell it I can. So you just watch your step or you'll have a driver's license in your pocket and still be walking to school. That what you want?" But then when the car got dirty, he'd wait till I was on my way out the door to hang out with some friends to tell me I couldn't leave till I'd washed my car. "It's your car son, don't you want it to look good? Don't you want to take pride in what you own?" And this went on for months and I got to the point where I just wanted my license so I could drive the fuck away and not come back.
About four or five months before turning sixteen, my mom and dad took a trip out of the country. My grandmother was watching the house / babysitting while they were gone. One night she and the younger kids and my grandfather all went out to dinner, and I stayed home to "keep working on a paper for school." Five minutes after they left the house I was backing my car out of the garage. I just wanted to take my car out for a quick spin. I wanted to drive it so damn bad. I'd already taken drivers education, and had driven a couple other vehicles, so it wasn't a big deal to just take my car out for a spin around the block. And mostly, I wanted to do it because I knew it would piss off my dad. I wanted to throw all that shit about his car versus my car right in his face and somehow, in my goofy ass fifteen year old head, driving my car around the block would accomplish that. So I backed the car out of the garage and drove up to the top of the alley. I turned the wheel to make a left turn and started pulling out onto the street and, at exactly that moment, the power steering goes out and I can't turn the wheel back and I panic and slam my foot down to hit the brakes only I hit the accelerator instead and wrap the front end of my car around a fucking tree. Lamest. Joyride. Ever.
Following that, was a clusterfuck of neighbors who'd known me all my life and the police, all of them either making fun of me or telling me how pissed my dad was gonna be when he got back home. I was so embarrassed I couldn't go to school the next day, but the embarrassment was nothing compared to The Fear. I felt like I was gonna hurl for the next three days. Finally mom and dad get home from their trip, and my dad sees the car and goes completely apeshit. I could hear him going apeshit through two walls. When he walked into my room, I think the only reason he didn't hit me right then was the fact that I had my arms up to block the blows I knew were coming. Unstoppably angry however, he launches into this litany of expletives and insults, punctuating each one of them with a sharp, HARD, poke to the chest from his finger. It hurt like hell, but I wasn't gonna block or dodge his finger because that would have doubtless meant getting poked with his fist. So I just sat there taking it and wincing when the greatest thing that had ever happened to me up to that point in my life happened: He sprained his finger. On my chest. My asshole father, the prick, sprained his finger on my chest while hitting me with it. In that moment, the concepts of both irony and justice were gloriously introduced to me. Dad said something like, "Ow, shit!" and his finger immediately swelled up to almost twice its normal size. This was a beautiful thing, and I found it hysterically funny. And it showed on my face apparently because all of a sudden my fathers face went completely blank, and for the first time in my life, I really thought he might kill me. And he stared at me. He gave me the most intense stare I've ever seen and he put his face up close to mine, a fraction of an inch away and he stared some more and he didn't say a word. Without moving his lips, in complete and total silence, he told me to go ahead and laugh. He dared me, defied me to laugh. It was so quiet I could hear our next-door neighbors discussing what to have for dinner through my window. He stood there like that, for a good minute, which is an eternity in "trying-not-to-laugh" time. And, oh my god, was I trying. I don't think I've ever tried so hard not to do anything in my entire life. Not laughing just then, as he held his injured finger in his hand, was damn near the hardest thing I've ever done.
One last comment before I go -- the website this was under was mungbeing.com, just to credit the source of my title :]
speaking of which, there's this video that i JUST have to post on here (it's been on my aim profile for a couple days but i havnt thought of embedding it here until now)
EHB 071216 - Super Junior (4 member) Tell Me Dance
ZOMG did you kno that there's this chick named "Honey Lee"? wtf?! yeah i kno right. okay well i dont kno anything about her -.- and i shall ASSUME that that is not her birth name and something that goes like she had an OMG moment and decided to change her name cuz she's part famous and all and it's a pretty cute name except i think it's a dumb name. wth names themselves 'Honey'?? HONEYYY I'M HOMEEE! baka.
Recognize those words of pingying? Sound it out, it's in mando ^o^
DARN YOU, REMEMBER!
C'est Nicholas Teo :]
Yes, I have point to all this.
lol, anyway, Asian Entertainment News tells me that he's going to have a concert in Suntec City on May 1st. YAY! I dont know where Suntec City is though but the thing tells me it's in Malaysia so I guess it's in Malaysia. He said he's been working out and all so if you go, he'll look in shape.
What pointless posts these days, I barely even care about this stuff honestly. I just post it for the sake of posting and .. cuz, I recognize these names. Gosh, this forum has like everything -.-
I thought about writing something (and I actually did but then I backspaced it all cuz I thought it was weird) but then I thought about it again and I was like I'll just keep it simple and post up the results of the Golden Plum Award Winner's votes and then I typed all this junk out and now I realized I f'ed it up even more but dont feel like backspacing again because then I'd be back at square one. I should shut up now.
Worst Movie Winner: -Beauty And The Seven Beast (735 votes)
Other Nominees: -The Lady Iron Chef (730 votes) -Twins Mission (381 votes) -House of Mahjong (316 votes) -Ming Ming (274 votes)
Worst Director Winner: -Qing Zhong (Beauty And The Seven Beast) (964 votes)
Other Nominees: -Chung Siu-Hung, Billy (The Lady Iron Chef) (684 votes) -Susie Au (Ming Ming) (348 votes) -Marco Mak (House of Mahjong) (316 votes) -Biu Cheung Lee (Single Blog) (124 votes)
Worst Male Lead Winner: -Hacken Lee (The Lady Iron Chef) (1230 votes)
Other Nominees: -Jay Chou (Secret) (511 votes) -Dayo Wong (House of Mahjong) (399 votes) -Micheal Miu (Brothers) (177 votes) -Daniel Wu (Blood Brothers) (119 votes)
Worst Female Lead Winner: -Natalie Meng Yao (Beauty And The Seven Beast) (916 votes)
Other Nominees: -Charmaine Sheh (The Lady Iron Chef) (636 votes) -Rain Li (House of Mahjong) (530 votes) -Rain Li (Single Blog) (208 votes) -Shu Qi (Blood Brothers) (146 votes)
Worst Partnership Winner: -Charmaine Sheh & Hacken Lee (The Lady Iron Chef) (911 votes)
Other Nominees: -Natalie Meng Yao & The Seven Beast (Beauty And The Seven Beast) (874 votes) -Rain Li & Dayo Wong (House of Mahjong) (423 votes) -Micheal Miu & Eason Chan (Brothers) (123 votes) -Louis Koo & Donnie Yen (Flash Point) (103 votes)
Yeah, no idea who 99% of the above are. If you know even 2% of the above, then this post was worth posting. And it's okay if you're a silent reader, you are welcome here! Everything, will be okay :]
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I forgot to credit my source.. so credits to Asian Fanatics Forum. I HATE CREDITING SOURCES. IT'S SO POINTLESS. Okay, please credit me if you decide you wanna steal anything from my site :] although I doubt anything here's stealing material cuz it's all either random rants, or stuff you can find all over the internet -.- SO PLEASE CREDIT ME IF YOU THINK I'M INSANE AND QUOTED SOMETHING I SAID.
"Despite the fact only half can speak Chinese, Super Junior M is doing surprisingly well in China. SuJu M’s recent release of the Mandarin version of “U” MV somehow gained the support of the Chinese media as well as Chinese Elves who are happy with their personalized slice of the Super Junior pie.
and Chinese versions of “Marry U” and “Don’t Don” and will hit the stores on May 2nd."
Kiwi's Comments: 1. No idea what the M is there for. Didnt even kno there was this "M" thing to begin with. 2. OH SNAP, MANDARIN! :D 3. wtf, wth are chinese elves??! 4. YAY, chinese versions of their albums coming soon! :)
I kno it's bad to end on the number 4 cuz i'm Chinese and 4 means death (cuz it sounds like it in canto) but i dont care cuz i barely consider myself canto. besides, i hate that dialect >_>
-credits to Asian Entertainment News @ AsianFanatics- -source: popseoul-
"Jimmy Lin will soon join the production of Stories of Shaolin 2 as the Tang emperor.
His handsome, clean, and sunny disposition dazzles an entire generation. To his fans, he is the never changing 'Xiao Zhi'. His sunny smile, charming dimples, and trademark smile make an everlasting impression. He will play the Tang emperor Li Shi Min in "Stories of Shaolin 2". Jimmy Lin played Duan Yu, the king of Dali who looked more like a swordmen. This time he'll play the Tang prince Li Shi Min and become a real general who will eventually become a famous emperor."
So this "new China ancient series" coming soon, called Stories of Shaolin 2 has Jimmy Lin starring in it ;o He'll be playing a young Tang general called Li Shi Min 唐王李世民 (who becomes the emperor later on).
Honestly, I'm not too fond of these chinese movies that take place in ancient China. I find them rather boring and hard to follow :x My parents love it and my grandma worships it, but I just don't take an interest in them. IMO, ..actually let's leave out the rest of my opinion >_> BUT! since my beloved Jimmy Lin will be playing in it, I might make this one an exception. Although the chances of me actually saying I wanna watch it, and then doing it, are like.. slim to none, wait that's it. I dont really plan on watching it, just blogging about it cuz I havnt blogged on any of this stuff lately >_> so yeah :D
-credits to Asian Entertainment News @ AsianFanatics-
My trusty flight companion :) You have no idea how huge this thing was goddamn. Freaking. Almost got stuck in that dumb scanning thing with the conveyor belt and the buckets and all. And you kno how they randomly do "extra precaution checks" on ppl. Yeah? Well, they freaking pulled ME out and did one of those. ME! DO I LOOK LIKE A FREAKING TERRORIST TO YOU GUYS? Damn. Well I guess it was reasonable. This teddy bear did look slightly suspicious seeing how big it is. But I love him nonetheless. I think I named him one time, but I cant seem to recall the name :( Anyway, he has a big head :) And around his neck is a medal. My medal. A bronze metal :( ..something I won in a 5th grade event for sprinting. I would've gotten second place if that bitch didnt cross her line and cut in front of me. I was so pissed after that. All my other friends got like gold and stuff and I couldnt even get second. And I wasnt even slow. In fact, I was damn fast for a fifth grader. :( was gonna join track in 6th grade too when I got to Junior High.. so much for that.. xD
