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:

Sunday, January 31, 2010

My dreams have been way too exciting to deal with. They generally contains car chases, murder plots and capitalism ideas. It must reflect how boring the real life has been.

Anyways, have you ever taken transit for any length of time? I have been the rider of transit since 5 or so. I used to take a train by myself to go to my kindergarten because my mom won't be ready on time. I remember having to pretend that I was not taking the train by myself by sort of being a part of a group, but not really.

Anyway, if you do take transit at similar time every day, you eventually develop your transit buddy. My buddy is a girl with lots of tattoos, facial piercing and weird colour hair. She has this particular tattoo on her right hand, which is a real shitty tribal phoenix of some sort. One segment of the tail goes all the way down her index finger. She also has "13" tattooed towards her thumb. Just to clarify, she looks maybe 23 at top.

We walk most of the way to work together ( in my mind ). I am very curious to know where she works and what made her decide to want that hand tattoo. Was she in a goth gang or something? Or maybe she didn't look so punk-goth-esq and this is a new development.

She doesn't give a shit about priority seating neither, so she sits wherever she pleases.

Oh fountain of youth.

At least she doesn't have this. Apparently, this girl fell asleep during her tattoo session, and her tattooist did this to her? I am vague about the actual facts, but you know, it's funked nonetheless.

You gotta really love the Kennedy's . Viva JFK!

This is highly questionable in my opinion. No children will ever come near you.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Today's dream had school setting, involving 2 of my high school friends who shall remain nameless involved in no good.

I think I was trying to prevent them from being bad. I think it may had something to do with torture-esq activity.

Mr.Peanut overheard a conversation at Saigon Night tonight. Peops behind him were talking about junkies naming their kids shitty name, literally.

The dude was telling his lady about this junkie who named his kid "Shithead", but really, he meant to name the kid "Shitty". He was too high to remember the name or something like that.

Is that totes allowed legally?

I always had weird fixation with name "Egg", but I got over it. It's like wanting to get smurf tattoo. I just discovered what's his name has smurf tattoo. I wonder how high he was when he decided it was such a good idea?

I got over it.

I have rad craft idea right now. I hope I can persevere and get it done. I want to become get it done person again.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Do you consider yourself to be patient?

I used to until like one hour ago. Then, the truth donned on me: I am mediocre patient.

If I were to describe my personality using the tale of Tortoise and rabbit, I would usually choose Tortoise. But no more.

This tendency has become evident when I crocheted a toque yesterday.

What a freedom!

Viva small projects!

Good bye long repetitive projects and hello small nicknacks!

I am sure I am still capable of large projects, but I don't know if I can go back that easily. Maybe if the project were kind of like Frankenstein, that's totally possible.




Sunday, January 24, 2010

I have never eaten York.

I have never eaten Big Turk.

I have never eaten Three Marketeer.

I do love Wonderbar. I do love Milky Way.

The chocolate bar that blew my mind may be Toblarone ( I do not know how to spell that ) but I don't know if they are considered chocolate bar.

Now that I think about it, I am not sure I have ever eaten something so delicious that it blew my mind. Maybe "Mexican Surprise".

Although I am not positive that I can digest that monster now that I hit the big 3-0.

I really like Rum Raisin ice cream. Although I do not consume cold thing often. I like my beverages to be luke warm.

I find it interesting that as much as I love eating, I have never been so impressed by food before.

Perhaps, I need to find my inner Julia Child.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I don't know why but when my dream involves cars, I am always terrible at parking. It's reflecting my real life little too real for my liking.

I repent all the white sugars I've been wanting and eating. I am sorry, hippy god. I shall repent. I shall repent. I shall repent.

If someone gave me this look when they are saying "sorry", I am not sure if I can be generous and forgive them. I might cry.

P.S. I like dogs.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Again, I forgot to will myself to remember my dreams.

I don't know about you, but I really don't like to cut any flowers for some reasons.

I will do it if it's necessary, but I have real hard time breaking branches and cutting flowers.

I also have issues with pets being mistreated and eating meat or anything that comes from too far away.

I just thought I will put it out there, so you know I'm not so crusty and crass after all.

I am a gentle soul, with flower crown around my head, who prefers quite warm room temperature so I can keep my serene outlook in life.

Before you knew who I was:

After you found out the real me:

Even if I am mean to you outside, this is what I feel inside. All fantasy all the time:

Monday, January 18, 2010

I woke up sometime around 4:30 am this morning because heat vent was making noise. At that moment, I willed myself so hard to remember my dream.

Unfortunately, all I remember is that there were 4 goats. 2 of them had only 3 legs. the 4th one was just a stump. Although they could produce milk from their horns. I am not sure if goats have any kind of antler-esq thing coming out of their head, but this one had one.

My friend's daughter was drinking goat's milk out of it.

I really should have written it down while eating breakfast. Damn.

Did you know that Adolf Hitler considered number 7 to be the most magical number? I sure didn't.

Have you ever heard of a book called "Michelle remembers?" Do you know where her house used to be? I heard it was somewhere in Gordon Head.

Victoria is the satanic capital of the island. I don't know the credibility of this claim, but it's better than Nanaimo, heroin capital of the island, as well as the google earth capital.

Norwegian death metal dudes are fucking scary.

This guy is just ridiculous.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Last night's dream consisted of:
1) my grandmother's money making scheme involving child labour. ( Her scheme was baking sweets in school cafeteria like setting. Very industrial)
2) cast of Seinfeld. Something to do with Elaine's cat and Kramer having to go rescue it from a window ledge.
Shit, I can't remember the rest.

Hoochie Mama:A female who dresses ghetto ho fabulous. Lots of gold, lots of weave-typically Pattie LaBelle style with red, purple, gold, or orange streaks, and long nails with lots of airbrush glitter, and color. This female's goal in life is to use her female attriibutes to obtain a male with lots of money or any money to spend on her. Weaves, rent, & diapers for her baby from another daddy included. 2. A ghetto version of a "Gold Digger".

Snob:someone who adopts the worldview of snobbery — that some people are inherently inferior to him or her for any one of a variety of reasons, including real or supposed intellect, wealth, education, ancestry, etc. Often, the form of snobbery reflects the snob's personal attributes.

My future: