Friday, February 20, 2009


You know, as much as I want to sound cosmopolitan and shit, it still buffles me to cross the time zone. I understand it as a theory in my mind, to seriously, to leave your home at 5:30am on Thursday and be somewhere else at 4:30 on Friday in less than 24 hours is weird. Or to leave somewhere on Thursday night just to arrive somewhere else on Thursday day in less than 24 hours is also strange.

It`s the easiest way to pretend you know how to time travel or feel like you just time traveled.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I was watching part of All star basketball game the other day. As much as I know nothing about basketball, I noticed one thing. Well, actually, I've been wondering about this for a while: interesting choices of name for Afro-American people. I mean, these days, anything goes and you don't actually never see name like Enid, Donna, Basil, Bertha and what have you.

But you know what I mean. I wonder the name choices for Afro-Americans derive from its diverse racial background and religions ( you know, like Islam, Judaism, Gospel type Christianity, African, Tahitian, etc, etc ) On the other hand, us Asians are pretty boring.

Anyways, only person with interesting name that I know the image of is Dwid from Integrity. I am positive that's not his real name but he's been Dwid for at least 15 years. I once knew a boy who dined with Integrity in Cleveland. He said they were really scary. They threw a potato at a car, almost causing an accident on American highway.

I am obviously not in the top notch shape according to this post. I'm waiting for my bread dough to rise, gimme a break.

girl of all seasons

If you ever owned a pet or two, you know they shed generally but shed a lot during seasonal change-a-loo. Cats get thicker coat during the winter, that I know as a fact. As much as I hate snakes and reptiles ( it's making me gross as I type the word ), they shed their good ol' scale. Supposedly, if you find an intact snake skin, keep it. It will make you rich.

Anyways, my question is: does human have seasonal shedding sesh too? I feel I'm shedding a lot more hair than usual right now. Hair strands on ground makes me feel grossed out, but this is out of control. I mean, it's a wonder that I'm not going bold yet. As much as I like my hair long and messy, this is making me consider shaving it all off for the sake of not seeing my own disgusting hair shed sesh. Maybe it's a sign that I need to comb my hair. I have not combed my hair in a long, long time. No, I am not a Rastafarian, I am living in the age of Aquarius.

Monday, February 16, 2009


I just want to clarify that I am afraid of overly large people, not any large strangers.

And also I love saying "fantabulous". Apparently,Little Richard made that up.

knight's move

I am into numbers. I love calculating tips correctly without help from my cell phone or casio calculator watch. I get such satisfaction out of them that it's actually kind of sad. My love for numbers extend to my love of Sudoku also.

On the other hand, I suck, I mean SHIT, I suck at crossword puzzle or Rubik's cube. Don't you dare bringing those near me.

On totally different note, I am afraid of large strangers. I am the first one to admit it too, I think. I guess thus my love for small creatures such as smurfs and gnomes. Is that size-ism? I want some input on this one for sure. I want to get to the bottom of this because I am uncomfortable with the fact that I am afraid!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

surprise surprise

Yesterday was Valentine's day, which I think is over-rated. I am sure a lot of people acquired pimple/zits from eating too much chocolate. It seems to put a lot of pressure on people, you know? Whatever, though. That is not the point of this post, I guess it is in a way.

How do you feel about Kinder Surprise? Do you like them? I was highly into them in my high school years. I even thought the chocolate wasn't so bad. I really really liked them when they had Smurf collection. I bought them often, traded my Smurfs for the one I don't own, got upset when I ended up getting the puzzle. I did keep on buying the surprise well after the collection was over ( spradicaly, nontheless ) Only thing that stopped me from buying is when then came up with "modern art collection" which required no assembling and was just lame, lame and lamofo.

But that was like 10 years ago, maybe I should restore my faith in the egg again. Everytime I'm in the line up for grocery, I look at them and ponder the purchase. Haven't done it though. I used to feel the same way about that weird newspaper, Weekly World News or something. You know that one all about Bat boy is born! or Fattest person on earth. There is so much lure into reading that thing, but in very perverted, hush hush way.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

cat-type robot, blue

I dreamed about this last night. At least part of it. I actually stopped remembering dream for a while there but it came back to me!

Friday, February 13, 2009


Mr. Potatohead is one of the host of the Rogers sports network. Ok, that's bit harshing out, but really, this guy looks a lot like Mr.Potatohead.


In Japan, we have many strange things. We eat strange things. One of the example is this superhero named "Anpan-man ( red bean bun-man)" He is made out of red bean bun and his arch nemesis is called "Baikin-man (bacteria-man)" You can tell he is the bad boy of the show by his black and purple colouring as well as fang like teeth. I like his style very much.

The concept itself isn't so bad but the terrifying part is that Anpan-man saves good lost children by feeding part of his face (because it's eatable, you know?)! However, the more generous he gives away part of his face, the weaker he gets. Oh yeah, he is also totally not water resistant at all ( He is snack bun, afterall). So who comes to rescue? His baker and daughter. They do this miraculous switch-a-loo of the face and Anpan-man is good as new. I guess when you are little, you just don't question details but as an adult, I question many things, such as what his body made out of? Is he filled with red bean paste? What is his expiry date?

I never got to see GI Joes but I got to see Snack bun heros.

P.S. Brown one is Curry bun-man and the white one is English Loaf -man. The dog is whatever, the dog. The one in the spaceship looking thing is Ms. Heartbeat ( or really, palpitation ) I guess she's named that way because she can make your heart beat fast by looking hot? She's with my man,Bacteria-man but she uses her charm to get by. Really, we need slutty character in every show including kids show to teach kids a lesson.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Love and peace

I watched many horror films as a kid. On looking back, maybe my parents should have censored what we watched or read little more but it's already been and done for. Can't cry over the tipped milk. Although I never ended up reading much comic books nor Ym nor Seventeen, at least I got to watch banned movies of the childhood.

I still like horror films. Not new remake-y ones ( such as Jason VS. Predator ) but love the classic old ones. Actually, I really liked 28 days later. Haven't had the guts to watch 28 weeks later because I was told it's really gore driven.

Anyways, here are the top 4 horror films that left strong impression on my still malleable brain:
1) The return of the living dead - First zombie you see is in a barrel full of tar. It ends with nuclear bomb.

2)Evil dead - The last scene, to this day, it is burned in my cornea.

3)Alien ( the original ) - Acidic drool......

4) Shining - I saw this movie during the day, but it still freaked me out.

As you notice, I apparently like zombies quite a bit.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

6 million dollar man

The other day, when we were watching Survivor man ( love the show ) we came across infomarcial with 6 million dollar man, now selling super duper hearing aid. That got me thinking, if I could be bionic, I will definitely get bionic eyes and knees. I will have infra-red and x-ray vision and I will have the most flexible knees in the world. That would be rad.


Why do you think cops and baseball players pants are always, always tight on their buns? Is it because of eating too many donut syndrome? Or is it because they have kind of a job that makes their buns big and round like that?

Monday, February 9, 2009

sometimes, just sometimes.

I am either getting sick again or having harsh allergy attack. Don't you wish you could have Inspector Gadget for your uncle too? He is bionic, like, really.

Sunday, February 8, 2009


Have you seen this chicken? Be aware of this chicken. I just ate piece of cheese and thought of Wallace and Gromet. Looove the film. Wish could knit as fast as Gromet.

P.S. I am aware I am competing against 4 legged animal who can hold knitting needles in his paws,

Be preparehead

When I was a kid, I thought babies came from cabbage patch thanks to my cabbage patch doll named "Maggie" (I think that was the name) then I learned that storks ( I thought it was pelicans for a while there ) carry them to each mamas and papas. Now I know pod people are taking over the world. I always suspected the dude who did Spock was not really human nor part of the Legend of Zelda.

I love scary films. That maybe the reason why I'm so deadpan.

Saturday, February 7, 2009


DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT listen to Ummagamma by Pink Floyd while staring into fire. However, if you want to know what it feels like to observe satanic cult gathering, DO IT. DO IT NOW.

P.S. I know of a true guilty pleasure-level musician: Avril Lavine and Our Lady Peace ( Total canadiana touch )

Thursday, February 5, 2009


I am 100% positive that everyone has their closeted love for a certain band/ musician. It could be the Hootie and the blowfish, Dave Matthew's band or for all I know, Matthew Good or something.


Chris De Burgh. The wee man from Ireland or Scotland. Have you paid attention to some of his lyrics? It's whack. Patrica the stripper is pure gold. But the best is Spanish Train.

There's a Spanish train that runs between
Quadalquivir and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people fear she's running still...

And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep!!

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his head just awaiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye
Well God's not around and look what I've found
this one's mine

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the devil Get thee hence to endless night
But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned
But there's no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your worst
He's going underground

But I think I'll give you one more chance
Said the Devil with a smile
So throw away that stupid lance
It's really not your style
Joker is the name
Poker is the game
We'll play right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the dead

And I said Look out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time
many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, he's going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the cards
and he dealt them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying hard
For that train he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Lord he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the eight

And then the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond eight
And the Devil said to the son of God
I believe you've got it straight
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this place
But as he spoke from beneath his cloak
He slipped another ace

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to fifty-nine
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did
and he said that suits me fine
I'll raise you high to hundred and five
And forever put an end to your sins
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My hand wins

And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, don't let him win...

Well that Spanish train still runs between
Quadalquivir and old Seville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people hear she's running still

And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best

And I said Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
The Sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is still on time
Oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, you've got to win

I am not ashamed about liking Red Hot Chili peppers nor Fleetwood Mac. Under the bridge is always going to be amazing way past grade 9.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

what I want but what I can't have

I am in no favour of bushman beard that's so in right now in indie rock/cool people circle. I just don't like them that much. it doesn't seem practical when eating soup and that. But you know what I do like?


If I could grow one, I so would. You know I would. I much prefer Mrs.Maple and Sherlock over Hercule Poirot ( because he's a little chocolate drinkin' jerk ) but I do respect his stache.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I forgot to mention that I recently purchased a pair of slippers that look like Oompa Loompa's shoes. Do you know who Oompa Loompas are? They were in the movie, Willy Wonka & the Chocolate factory. I prefer the original version with Gene Wilder. He is awesome as Willy Wonka. The new one reminded me too much of Michel Jackson.

Anyway, when I saw this film for the first time, I was literally blown away in my mind by the existence of Oompa Loompas. They were very orange (supposedly that was to cover up each individual actors skin colour difference and make them look uniform), and very little jolly/solemn fellas.

When I saw this particular pair of slippers, I immediately thought of Oompa Loompas. Sang the song in my mind even. I just had to have it even though it probably wasn't worth what I paid for but as it turned out, it was on final sale and I acquired my Oompa shoes dirt cheap. I'm too lazy to take a photo of them right now so you just have to believe what I say.

I did some Oompa Loompa dance for friends today to show them (with slippers, of course). It makes me want to dance. I always want to dance. I always want to talk about things that's not relative to the conversation that's going on also. I'm always wondering in my own dune of a mind.

look look

Did anyone ever tell you that you look like someone they know? Do you have a doppelganger? Well, apparently, there are 2 for me. A punk girl from Portland and a baker in Broadmead Thrifty's.

Here are pretty famous examples I think, of people looking alike:
Alfred E. Newman/ George W. Bush
Chad Smith of Red Hot Chili Peppers/ Will Ferrell

And last night, I found another one. The Guinness record holder for pizza dough tossing and Tim Roth+Jerry Seinfeld. In this particular picture, he kinda looks like a cross between Tim Roth and Razzo from the Muppet Show but in the TV show last night, he looked like better looking Jerry Seinfeld.

I've also been told I look like Yoko Ono which I am not too happy about. I would argue that only thing in common between us would be frizzy black, long hair. As a former Beatles fan, I detest.

Note to self: Do not start your day listening to the Doors. It makes you want to take psychedelic drugs and take off to Mexico.

Monday, February 2, 2009

my love for you will never die

Last Saturday, I came to a conclusion about little people/things. I am definitely partial to them.

It all started from Moomin, which is from Sweden. They look like hippo but they are creatures called Moomins. They live in the Moomin valley with friends such as Little My and Snufkin. Little My is very very small, sarcastic, a loner, and all around wonderful realist. I love this character so much because I identify.

Then moved onto smurfs. As some of you know, I am an avid collector of this things. If you look back into this blog, I have mentioned smurf in 2 different occasion. They are only 3 apples tall and very, very blue and jolly.

My favorite books of all times would be a hard split between the borrowers and From The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs.Basil E. Frankweiler. The former is about little people called the borrowers who live under our own feet as we speak and "borrow" household items from us and the latter being 2 sibling ( older sis + younger bro ) running away to the Metropolitan museum. The former has the ever recurrent theme of little creatures to catch my attention and the later has another fascination of mine, running away and a lady with Basil in her name. I realize that Basil must have been her husband name but who the hell cares? And in the drawing, she has fascinatingly long jaw. It's awesome.

P.S. I accidently burned a small pan of bacon fat. Is this mean that I'm gonna stink like bacon? I'm a vegetarian, you know?