Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
12:25 PM

A tribute to small breasts

D'espairsRay - "R.E.M-fuyu no genchou"

Given the infatuation all men (and women) have with the ladies boasting a nice, large set of breasts, I think it's time to give us small-boobed women some love.

I'll be the first to admit that I do not have boobs the size of watermelons. Even for an Asian I'm relatively flat. And yes, sometimes it sucks. But you know what, spring is raining its way in and that means I'm coming out of my winter funk and I'm starting to feel better about myself.

So be proud of your size, oh ye of little breast!

  • Can you sleep on your stomach comfortably? 'Cause I can. It's awesome.
  • Perky, perky, perky.
  • When I run, i don't need to worry about my uniboob hitting me in the face.
  • Heck, any kind of exercise is a lot easier.
  • Pfft, back pain? What back pain?
  • I can play up my legs and not look like trash
  • What, I'm compact. Can you squeeze through tight spaces?
  • I can be the androgynously hot female
  • Or slip on an awesome push-up and titillate others (teehee)
Ladies (or gents), feel free to add to the list. It's not the size of the boob, but the quality. Mm-mmm.
I'd so rather be me than her. (photo from here)

1:45 PM

My desk

Enchanter - "marilyn dream road"

Today, the blogosphere will learn a whole lot more about me than they really want to know because Yukiko dared me to post a picture of my desk,
You can tell I'm cool and trendy because I'm on Facebook. And I know you all want that red pocket sitting there.

The reason why I hate people moving my things around:

Wait for it....

wait for it....

wait for it....

What. It's an organized mess. I know where everything is! Once things are moved, I'm at a loss and have no idea where to start looking. The lesson here is: don't try to clean my room. Anyone who's ever lived with me knows.

Interesting things to note: yes, I am currently reading The Game by Neil Strauss. Very entertaining and enjoyable. Also, he's a writer for the New York Times, which means he's somewhat adept at storytelling. And he is. Good read. And there's the Watchmen under it.

Also, blackcurrant candies? DELICIOUS.

I'm still trendy and cool 'cause I'm on Facebook.

And there's a green gift-wrapped box from the days that I was a professional gift-wrapper.

The coolest part here? The toy kitchen sitting way in the background with the stuffed bears on top. It shows my inner child. :)

12:37 PM

masochism as its best

There are two points I'd like to make:

1) it's New Year's Eve and I'm sitting at work for most of the day like a loser while everyone else gets a nice half day. But you know, money is happiness......

2) Played some pick-up volleyball for the first time in a year and a half last night. Every muscle in my body from my calves up to my neck is in varying amounts of pain, and I absolutely love it. I love exercising until my body aches the next day — it validates my workout. Ah, the glorious pain of it all.

7:29 PM

corporate drone

Dir en grey - "Inconvenient Ideal"

Without school to pepper work periods, I find life starting to get dull and routine, and I'm trying to find ways to break it up. Jamming with the Family and going to the gym can only do so much. I find that playing the DS is only acceptable in small increments. As much as I'd love to get out there and learn as much as I can, my position as Captain of Team Procrastinators means that I have a healthy dose of Laze in my repertoire.

Also, money does not allow for frivolous learning. Yet. Sports leagues and the one class that I can afford to take also doesn't start until January.

So, in an attempt to curb my spending habits and pick up a new hobby, I've decided that maybe I'll give sewing a try. DIY clothes and all that jazz. It's something I've always wanted to do, but never got around to. Take that, h.Naoto!

Who knew that a sewing machine costs OVER A HUNDRED DOLLARS. wtf.


This little one is the only machine under a hundred dollars, and apparently significantly less on eBay. But it's PINK. Now if someone could tell me whether 41 stitch patterns, 5mm stitch width and 4mm stitch length is a good thing, that would be gold.

So what do other people do for fun around here?

Also, it's finally sinking in that I'll be seeing my boys on Sunday. I'm starting to feel small thrills of anticipation.

9:51 AM

the future of learning

It's time for Jo to go back to school. I always swore to myself that I'd keep learning even after graduating - gotta keep the old noggin sharp, you know.

My dilemma now lies in which courses to take, and whether to take them for personal interest or career purposes. Not that I'm not interested in the career-focused classes, I'm just more interested in learning more about, say, cooking and Japanese than I am about perfecting interview techniques. I have this problem of stumbling around, sounding extremely awkward when I have to ask uncomfortable questions. And then I fail at persisting in finding those answers when people don't give me what I want.

I need to take courses because I don't have the motivation and/or discipline to do it on my own. And sometimes, you need an instructor to give you some guidance. Books just don't do it for me.

So here are my options! what say you, fellow reader(s)?

  • Photography seminar - $200 (1 wknd)
  • Cooking seminar - $150 (1 day)
  • Japanese - $300 (full term)
  • Mandarin - $300 (full term)
  • Web design - $500 (full term)
  • Interview skills - $500 (full term)
The cooking seminar may seem foolish, but keep in mind that I had to rely on others to cook for me all through my schooling career with the exception of 2nd year when I ate instant noodles everyday. Yes, I can even fail at making Kraft Dinner. True story.

9:31 AM

and the geek shall inherit the earth

People consider it such an insult to be called a geek or a nerd. It's the antithesis to being cool. If you're a nerd, you are automatically "not cool" and then shunned from the rest of "cool society". Well, I beg to differ. Being a geek IS the new cool.

Gone are the days where the Screeches and the Urkels were the laughingstock of shows. Instead, meatheads like AC Slater are just, well, meatheads.

people went apeshit for this guy.

I say this because there has been an overwhelming leak of geekitude into mainstream society, and people eat it right up. iPods, comics and video games turned movies, fantasy series (cough Harry Potter). These are the things that - for lack of a better word - cool people own, cool people read, cool people pay money to experience. And who creates them? Software developers, computer wizards, comic aficionados, the very people that were laughed at for dying their underwear red.

And the marketers, the researchers who package these products to tantalize our taste buds, even they must either be geek or empathize with the geek lifestyle in order to make something as dorky as a caped crusader break all sorts of records.

So here's to the geek, the ones who determine the cool trends. It's the era of the cool geek.

Also, is anyone interested in seeing Dir en grey at the Kool Haus in November? How can you say no to these abs - I mean guys?

Also, I'm off to Alaska and other west coast goodness for a few weeks.

7:56 PM

Buffy!

I'm in the process of re-watching all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and lemme just say, five to eleven years later, the show still kicks ass. Was Spike always this hot?

ps. I just got my new driver's license in the mail. Three weeks without any form of government-issued photo ID in my wallet made me feel so nekkid. But this new version of the license in all its monochromosity is just fugly as sin.

pps. Got me a job downtown around the Eaton Centre. If anyone's in and around the area and feels like buying me lunch, I'm always available :)

1:12 PM

To all my beloved J-schoolers feeling as overwhelmed as me:


Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

-O, the Places You'll Go
Dr. Seuss

8:26 AM

Nobody ever believes me when I tell them computers hate me

muzak: ATB - "9am till I come"

Two crucial weeks to go before the finish of my schooling career and my laptop dies.

I'll be getting a loaner, but it's just not the same using a foreign computer. My folders are all in the wrong place. The bookmarks aren't mine. The hidden pr0n isn't from my personal selection. The scandalous sex pictures aren't of me. The keyboard grooves don't fit my fingers.

I don't know if it's the idea that--after being a student for my entire life--I'm suddenly faced with the idea of no grades ever again. Or maybe it's the loss of my baby, my laptop; but I feel so lost and forlorn and...confused. I've been wandering my room for the last day or so searching for my missing limb.

5:28 PM

wedding confusion

muzak: 10 years - "the Autumn Effect"

My dear friend's getting married in less than a month.

I am feeling stress. I've never had to take care of giftings on my own before. Does anyone have any idea how registries and showers work? And proper wedding etiquette? Monies?

Gaaaaahhhhh...

How is it possible that I'm feeling more stressed about this than the fact that I'm graduating in less than a month and as of yet, am still an unemployed bum? Who wants to get on my good side and hook me up with a job at CBC or 680 news, or any of the CanWest or CTVglobemedia conglomerates?

Or a job flipping burgers...

On that note, Wes Borland (formerly of Limp Bizkit) is stepping in to play the axe for X Japan's live!? What is this madness!?

5:12 PM

springing forward

muzak: Gazette - "Silly god disco"

Am I missing something? When did changing the clocks become such a big deal?

Every radio station that I flipped to today (all of 2!) was making reminders to push the clocks ahead by an hour this weekend. Fair enough, this is all happening earlier than we're used to -- I'm sure that despite all the reminders, some poor sap will show up for work an hour late on Monday.

But there are actually tips out there on how to adjust to one hour's loss of sleep time! Among them: exercise well, sleep an hour earlier, don't operate heavy machinery the next day and eat dinner an hour earlier to help your body adjust.

Going a little overboard much? It's not like we're suddenly swapping day for night and the whole universe is going out of control. It's an hour's sleep. I'm sure everyone has nights where they get 10 hours, and nights with only 5. Suck it up.

Seriously, am I missing something about the incredibly detrimental effects of losing an hour's sleep? If I shouldn't be operating heavy machinery, I don't think I should go to my Monday morning class either. I always get a nasty case of the Mondays, I'm sure it'll be amplified tenfold with the loss of one hour of my day.

You know what really throws me off? This ridiculous amount of snow we're getting when we're supposed to be moving into better weather times. I guess this is what I get for flipping Jack Frost the bird.

5:09 PM

On this day in 1923...Time Magazine published its first issue

Muzak: Dir en grey - "Yurameki"

I can't even pretend to be young and say that I'm in my early 20's anymore. It's so disheartening!

Despite my despair at reaching another year of physical decline, and despite being in class all day and having group meetings all evening, this is probably the best birthday I've had in years. It more than makes up for last year's debacle.

You guys are the ones that make everything worth it. And Facebook too, for being the reminder.

Now check out a piece of the booty I got. And wipe that drool from your keyboard.

Vivienne Westwood just steals my heart.

11:51 PM

love me, love me not

Remember back in junior high school when guys would pick a girl they thought was cute and buy them a flower? The girl would giggle, accept, the two would be in blissful coupledom for a week or two before things cooled off, and the two would amicably split up and move on to the next person.

Nice, simple, no real feelings.

When did things get so messy and complicated? It's such a fine line to walk now.