Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Why is it that you automatically look at your tissue after you blow your nose?

C'mon, don't deny it. I know you do it too.

I also know that you have peed in the shower at least once too.

I think a lot of people also check out their ear wax after cleaning their ears.

I wonder if this has anything to do with our instinct to make sure that we are healthy?

Someone recently told me that humans started to french kiss to check on each other's oral health.

We aren't as sophisticated as we think we are. Might as well go on picking our noses during power point presentation at our work.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Do you remember your dream when you were 20?

I know I wanted to be Jackie Chan when I was about 5 or 6, then I wanted to be Prima Donna, then I wanted to be a vet. Then, I wanted to own a sock shop.

Eventually, I hit "as an artist, I think you understand" stage around grade 12 and wanted to be one. This also lead to me wanting to live in RV and travel around the continent. Only contacting people when I felt like making a movie.

I don't know when this fascination came about, but I believe it all started from a RV catalogue that my father presented when I was grade 3.

To this day, I have a soft spot for winnebagos and air streamers. I wonder if that's why I never live in one home longer than a year and a half at a time...

This is most likely my future:

Saturday, April 17, 2010

I was talking to a friend yesterday about watching horror flicks as a child.

My first ever memory of horror film is the last scene from "Evil Dead". I think I saw this when I was 5 or 6, right after attending a birthday party. As you can see, I had very free-thinking parents who never censored anything.

Was there a scene like this in the film?? I don't recall.

The next one I remember is "Alien" when I was 8. I think I saw it during summer break. I remember being scared as well as being shocked by Sigourney Weaver hanging out in her tiny bikini underpants.

Who knew underpants could be so small when you were 8?

Then it came the Zombie movie called " The return of the living dead" which wasn't as bad as the first two.

I think if my parents were not so free-thinking and only allowed me to watch movies such as "Bambi" or "Lion King", I would not be as obsessed with Anatomical models nor would I be jaded today.

Although, thank you for making me appreciate such B-level cult movies.

Thank you papa for being obsessed with American pop culture.

P.S. I just noticed that these zombie flicks movie posters really do not reflect what the movies are about.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I'm still alive!

It's just I have short "blog" attention-span problem. I don't really care to share everything I think about, I suppose. Life if far more interesting than putting funny things on the web, you know? If I slack off once again, just nag me. I will surrender and get back on track.

Anyway, first post in 2 month (apparently) is about trepanation. Do you know what it is? Have you ever seen that intense movie, "Pi"?

It's a procedure to release pressure or heavy blood flow from your brain by drilling a hole in your skull. It's totally fucked, right?

I think first time I've ever even seen or heard about this procedure was, in SPIN magazine. ( I used to be hip once, back in the late 90s to early 2000 )

I don't know what, but I have very strong attraction to anatomy and physiology. Especially brain function. So this Trepanation business naturally interests me so. What I don't understand is that there are people out there who actually would perform it upon themselves because they believe it will "expand their horizon".


But some money savvy person have already cashed in on this topic by doing this: A twist on Operation!

I would have put the picture of Trepanation, but to protect sensitive souls out there, I self-sesored. Instead, enjoy this picture which is still creepy:

Why does this man ever appealed to little children?

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

My dream house:

I would love to be a hobbit sans hairy gigantic feet and live in crazy stone carved home. It's way more practical than geodesic hippy shit. Granted it looks cooler.

Did you know that kids who eat their booger tends to not get sick than city kids who are overly protected?

Sunday, February 14, 2010

I've been very lazy.

Have you ever had the chance to read this newspaper while it was around???

IF you do believe anything on this magazine, you should live in a house like this one.

Monday, February 1, 2010

My dream usually contains post-apocalyptic, Isaac Asimov type of future. I also have a thing for post-apocalyptic movie. I am sure these two things are correlated. However, my dream is always a mixture of what I know as present as well as weird futuristic scene.

Yesterday, my ex-coworker accidently started fire in futuristic high rise. When we were evacuating, the futuristic building became more of old school building.

This makes me think of my relationship with so called chick flicks.

I hate anything cheez. I could not go on watching x-files after season 4 plus the movie. I could not go on watching Battlestar Galactica after 2nd season for it's theme became too much to handle.

When my friends went out to watch "Bride Wars", I secretly wanted to watch "Mall Cop".

My dream as 5 years old person was to become Jackie Chan.

I didn't always hate cheeze. I have seen "10 things I hate about you" in theatre. What has become of innocent and dreaming me to wrinkly pissy old lady me? It seems like my tolerance for cheeze goes down with my age. Can't imagine what I would be like when I'm 64.

I would like to be prettier than this:

Probably more like this:

I would like to be like this, but probably not:

This is really the ultimate: