My Stupidity Doth Exceed To a Level

Today, a maths test. I woke up at 4:45 instead of around 1 because apparently I didn’t set my phone alarm right. So of course I go “fuck”, and then proceed to play games until around 6. Oh yes, the wisdom of Gary Li, brilliant, no? >>;

So after cramming for half an hour, I shower, then cram in the car while my mum drives, then walk to class, cram in the the lecture hall, and then the test starts.

Surprisingly, I felt like I did relatively well! And we all know, that is a BAD thing, because things usually turn out opposite to my expectations, something like that. Well…fuck.

Right when I started the test, I noticed a couple people coughing. And a couple of sniffles. And then a whole torrent of little coughs and sniffles and sneezes that I COULD NOT DROWN OUT. For a good while, at least. Goddamn, it reminded me of that time when I couldn’t drown it out during that one AP test. I forgot which one, but damn is that not annoying.

I saw a GSI getting all huggy with the professor. Or at least, it looked like it, with the GSI having his own arm somewhat wrapped around his front, going upwards, and the professor standing on the elevated stage, leaning over to the GSI to listen. For a moment there it looked like the GSI was on the stage and grabbing the professor. And then the professor straightened up and it all made sense again. >>;

I need a new mouse. And some hair ties.

Listening to: 天音-Fill Your Heart. I like Kirby music, don’t you?

PRAY TO YOUR GOD

Hiruandan

From what I’m led to believe, this means a “a lamp at noon”, a metaphor for someone who doesn’t stick out. Hi, me! Beyond that, it’s also a song from Guilty Gear 2 Overture OST. And even further beyond that, today walking home from BART, the lamps were all on. All of the lamp posts in the parking lot, the ones on the street, all turned on. Of course, it took me a while to notice, after all, that metaphor doesn’t exist for no reason. I’m not even sure if it’s unnatural for the lights to be on, it might just be the first day I’ve noticed. I was wondering why they were on, since I hadn’t heard news of any incoming eclipses or end of the world type deals from anywhere. Of course, I’m terrible at keeping abreast of news, I only figured out last night that the Bay Bridge is closed again.  But the eclipse hasn’t happened yet! So maybe I am not too off on the news on that count.

I’m thinking about being a dentist. I figure, it makes good money, good hours, and I don’t have to write a book or something like you would for being a doctor. And, if I end up hating my job, I might actually have the funds to go back to school to find something I actually like. Terrible plan, I know. Furthermore, my job description is “I am the man who rips the teeth from your mouth with EXTREME PREJUDICE. Your mouth is my domain.” Something about that REALLY appeals to me. Also, the irony of me having terrible teeth. I love the image of me revving up a power drill and turning around with a deranged rictus on my face. That’s right, I’m aiming to become the scariest dentist of all time! The kids’ll hate me. >>;

I beat Battle Moon Wars recently, yay! That last mission sucked balls. Fuck you, defence support. Fuck you, cross-screen field attack. Fuck you, status-inducing moves. And now I’ve started New Game +. I know, isn’t that just great, I’m at it again >>;.

So, for now, I’m off…to pick classes. Ah, fuck.

Listening to: Owl City – Vanilla Twilight.

“force into their flesh the natural laws of when they were human for a new baptism to destroy them”

Thoughts on Accountancy

My mum suggested I be an accountant, since I don’t have much of a clue what I wanted to do. Accounting seems so…boring and dead-end. Not to mention I hate math, even though it is basic math. But basic math is also so very boring. I imagine being an accountant would land me in a job where I’m damned to a cubicle for all eternity crunching numbers. A job for zombies, I feel. Do I really want that?

Oh, and I also hate econ, don’t they have something to do with each other?

Listening to: Owl City – Umbrella Beach.

asphalt, think about it

Late Night Television

I’ve been lazy, if you haven’t noticed. Of course you haven’t.

I should write about the past couple of months, but I don’t feel like it. Maybe later.

Instead, I’ll talk about tonight. My parents are staying at the other house to save gas and fix it up and crap. So, I took advantage of the opportunity. That’s right, I watched LATE NIGHT TELEVISION *fanfare and crap*. It’s really not that impressive, I know, but it’s got some crazy ass crap going on during the late night.

There are still kids shows running on PBS Kids. Granted, it is PBS KIDS, they’ve nothing more to show, but really, what kid would be up at this time watching? What kid should be up at this time watching? >>;

Pee Wee Herman was on MTV, or so it seemed. Personally, this is my first exposure to actually seeing Pee Wee Herman. I was flipping through channels and I saw him, and breakfast was being prepared by preposterous contraptions to the tune of “Breakfast Machine”, which I know from hearing it on the Internet. Appropriately titled, no? I figured this was MTV, this must be some surreal music video, albeit to a song that I doubt would be attracting of MTV’s target audience, until I saw the license plate on his bike “Pee Wee Herman”. And then it all clicked together that there was a plot, it was a show of some sort, and now I am left with “why the fuck would MTV be showing Pee Wee Herman?” Granted, 3:00 isn’t exactly a time most people would be watching, but still…

Superjail is really really really surreal and shit. What the fuck.

Reno 911! How crude. Exactly in my taste. Which reminds me, I’ve yet to watch Bruno, apparently it offended the bulk of the people I know that have watched it. Seeing as I’m a terrible person that doesn’t get particularly offended by most things, I’ll have to see just how offensive it is in the future…

Infomercials, their products are somehow made to look SO DAMN ATTRACTIVE. That is their purpose, yes, but still, no way in hell would they look so good if they didn’t have at least a semblance of working so well as shown in the infomercial. *sigh* Reminds me of this Achewood strip. OH, I also saw Slap Chop, on the TV, in the main! Vince Offer going “you’ll love my nuts”, lovingly rendered by an HDTV whose specs I know absolutely nothing about except it’s way huger and crisper than Youtube videos have ever shown up before (can’t say for the future though).

I’ve begun playing Battle Moon Wars again, goddammit. I see Melty Blood Actress Again videos, want to play that game, but it’s not out for PC anytime soon, so I settle for getting Melty Blood Act Cadenza up and running again. That being unsatisfying because I suck camel balls at fighting games, I went to Battle Moon Wars. *sigh* Not to mention, I’ve been getting into Platinum. Deep into Platinum. I beat the Elite 4 last morning before I went to bed. >< And with all this, my school work gets screwed over, terrible terrible me, yes?

The seasonal cough is back again! Fuck you, chronic bronchitis (which I assume is what’s afflicting me, thank Elvin for suggesting it).

Mmkay, I’m tired now, I’m off to bed. Maybe tomorrow I might blog about school. Maybe I won’t. Tune in tomorrow to find out! Same fail-time, same fail-channel!

Listening to: Akitaka Tohyama-Sacred Mushroom, from Nanosweep 5. I do say, Nanosweep is not bad, not  bad at all. Sometimes, you just have to revisit the material to gain an appreciation for it.

philosophy: are you really going to love his nuts

Graves

He bore a fleeting resemblance to “Wormtail” from the Harry Potter films. His hands were quite cold when I shook it. His face was quite aged. And he was a broker of death. And that’s the dude that helped my dad reserve a grave. And now, I have a grave site on hold, in my name. Isn’t that terribly wonderfully morbid? >>;

Personally, I think graves are too expensive, I heard like 4000 for a grave spot? And it’s not even the coffin sized ones, but the ones for cremated remains. A tiny spot of earth, not even fit for a hobo to live on, costing that much for not just a person, but a dead one? Death is such a terrible thing to capitalize on.

Also, who the hell cares about the view from the grave, when you’re in the grave, you’re dead, if you haven’t noticed.

Aren’t there also like continuing fees for keeping the grave and crap? What happens if you can’t pay the fees, they dig up the remains and toss them into a waste bin along with the tombstone?

Oh well, at least the water fountain there was wonderful. Refreshingly cold water and cups for your convenience. Obviously they’re turning a pretty penny so they’d have to provide better water fountains.

Listening to: Bond-Bella Donna.

just can’t stop, thinking about me

Stone of Death (WIP)

So, Richard made a comic, based on our first bread baking experience, which resulted in one hard-ass stone of a bread. And here it is, above. It’s a WIP, because Richard is unsatisfied with it and might want to color it in even more in the future. There’s always room for improvement! It is based on a stupid little idea of mines. Note that this bread plucked from the ground a la Peach’s down B move is even stronger than her deadly stitchface turnip, as it summons evil deadly hellfires and storms and such.

Listening to: xoc-Ice Cream Island 1, from What’s Pink and Sucks? It is some Kirby’s Adventure album, and while the songs on it are a tad on the short side, they are very well done. Also, KIRBY!

you know what they need? a hookshot

Baking Bread

So today, I helped in the baking of bread! It is a badass thing to do in a kitchen, to be able to bake bread. So after class and presentation (“So why did you pick “A Worn Path”" “uhhh……why NOT?”), I went to Safeway to get some supplies, mainly yeast and vegetable shortening and a few other things for possible future baking of cookies. Afterwards, I met up with Richard and we went to Nation’s for lunch. He had a cheeseburger and we both had fries and a slice of custard pie. That shit is pretty much like a big ass egg tart so it agreed with my taste buds. I also kept the tin, for being Asian. >>; Then Elvin picked us up and dropped us off and then he went to his little lunch thingy with Angel and Jon at Ihop or something.

So, since I forgot we didn’t have any milk (I dislike drinking it), we had to walk to the gas station to get a quart,  and then came back and began mixing up the dough. Shortening looks disgusting and unhealthy, and nothing like oil at all. >>; We didn’t know what “when the dough chases the spoon” meant for when the dough was ready for kneading, so we poured it out much too early onto our floured board, so we ended up making a mess of things there…we had to scoop it back up rather messily and ineffectively back into the mixing bowl, and it took us around something like 3 or so hours to actually get dough that was kneadable. We needed a lot more flour apparently. Next time, we know the consistency, and we have also found the electric beater so we dont have to do all that mixing with a spoon in hand. Mechanization!

We baked our bread a tad too long, I think, the crust was more  brown than golden-brown. The bottom crust was so tough so as to be not easily cut with a knife. Also, since we didn’t have a bread pan, we baked it in a Pyrex bowl. Our original idea was to bake it in a wok, but that didn’t work out very well since I was wary of the wok not holding up well in the oven’s heat. >>; So we ended up with something more like the stone of death rather that the staff of life. It was so hard it could possibly have been a murder weapon. Next time, I think we’ll bake it a bit less…

Listening to: Andy Tau-The Path (Rozza v Kandi Mix).

Pit: “I have trouble making sense”

The Kite, It Flew

So I went out today for something other than class, it’s been a while since I’ve done that. In fact, I didn’t even go to class today, since it was another walking tour, and Elvin was busy, so it would probably suck without good company. So, I got to sleep in until 2 or 3, which was glorious, but I wish I had awoken earlier though…And then I showered, ate, and then Elvin and I went out for some animal fries. I haven’t had those in a good while either, and they were deliciously unhealthy. Of course, I probably walked off most of it later…

After the eating, we went to fly the kite. There was soccer practice of some sort going on at the moment, which took up most of the field, but we were able to find a small spot to launch our kite with a wind untampered with by the trees. We got it to its full height soon, and we thought it would be smooth sailing. Furthermore, we were feeling lazy, so we decided to weigh down the spool with Elvin’s backpack…and we found out how easy it is to detach the handle from where the string is wound around. Oh, but the string didn’t slip off the spool, although it looked quite easy to do so. No, I felt his backpack was unsafe, so I took it in my hands again…and the string broke. No, not where we tied the old string to the new string, that would have been too easy, because I’d still have the new string. No, it broke off right at the spool, at the tie that was manufactured to keep the last of the string around the spool. Goddamnit, next time, I’m retying that shit so many more times ><.

So, once the kite started flying away, I tried chasing after it. Of course, the wind blows a hell of a lot faster than I can run, so now it’s somewhere in the golf course at the Marina. Or perhaps further in, somewhere in the marshy area. After the kite flew away, Elvin and I decided to walk down the bayside trail which I’ve never set foot in, to see if we could see it in the golf course areas near the track. We didn’t see crap of course, which sucks. So now, I need a new kite, and perhaps much longer lengths of string, if we’re going to start anew…*sigh*. And it was glow in the dark too! Well, nominally, it’s really hard to see in the night >>;.

Perhaps it will show up in the newspaper, if it’s a slow week. “Kite Found on Golf Course; Terrible Paint Job On It”

Listening to: Isamu Ohira-The “Real” Motorious City. Gran Turismo 2 OST….it’s been a while.

TWO MEN ENTER, ONE HORSE LEAVES

Walking Tours

This is a poem
I decided to write
But nah, I don’t want to
Fuck you

With that aside, today I went on some walking tour of Oakland’s Uptown, since my English teacher loves her walking tours, and I don’t know what’s up with it, but so  the class went to the tour. They discussed the Art Deco architechture of the area, including the Paramount Theatre, Fox Theatre, and various other buildings. Elvin went too, since I wanted company and it was right after his class. So, I got to hang out with him the day before he leaves for SD with his family and I will go deep in my hole to be reclusive, unless someone would like to drag me out screaming bloody murder. Isn’t that an exciting prospect? So, the tour was rather hard to listen to, since we were near the middle or back, and what with the cars and trucks and other noisy stuff in a busy city, the tour guide’s voice didn’t carry very well. But, apparently the colorful exteriors of Art Deco buildings were from glazed terra cotta tiles, which were apparently very hard to care for as the color would wear off or something to that effect. Obviously, built for looks, not built to last. The Fox Theatre was actually pretty interesting, apparently there were offices built right adjacent to the theatre that wrapped around the block to obscure the plain sides that the theatre would have (no windows, because theatres have to be dark, yeah?) and apparently wrapped around some school.

After all the Art Deco theatres and such, we walked down to the lake and admired Snow Park and the Schilling garden, once belonging to two rich dudes that lived in Oakland next to the lake. Yeah, I don’t know how Art Deco segues into gardens, poor listening skill here. After those, we went to the roof garden of the Kaiser Center (NOT Kaiser Permanente, there is a difference, apparently this Kaiser dude was a steel/concrete/aluminum/gravel/something magnate, built the building  to show off his materials and power and such). I thought it would be at the top of the skyscraper. Apparently, it’s only on top of the parking garage, which is substantially less impressive, but its a garden. On a roof. It still holds  that charm of “nature” being in a completely unnatural location. Also, there are trees there. What happens when the trees’ roots bust through the ceiling of the mall below? >>; For it’s location, it sure is a bitch to get to, apparently you have to go into the elevator for the garage and press RG for roof garden. You can’t reach it from the main Kaiser Building thing itself apparently. Confusing deal.

On our way to the lake, we saw “Oaksterdam University.” I do believe its a portmanteau of Oakland and Amsterdam. The school shield has “CAN-NA-BIS” on it. Charming, no? >>; Training for the cannabis industry, offered rather openly. The moar you know….

Afterwards, Elvin and I went to eat at some cafe in Chinatown. Portions there were rather…lacking in girthiness. *sigh*

A couple of days ago, I decided  to wear my hair in pigtails, because I needed to keep hair out of my face after shower, and I had the time to experiment for stupid’s sake.  And so, why the fuck not ? Goddamn pigtails are hard, I completely fail at them. Elvin has photos of me failing. Isn’t that wonderful? >>;

Listening to: T-Square-Thought Steady. From their new Discoveries album, it’s an ok one, I like this song particularly, among several.

Buttfuck Country, Montana

Piercing the Heavens

So I went kite flying with Elvin again yesterday. I brought that spool of extra string to lengthen the distance of the kite! I used before fly my kite during some kite flying contest as a kid, although I think I tied the string onto the kite itself. This time though, no, screw that. I fucking flew the kite to the original distance, Elvin tied the string on the spool to the handle with some complicated ass web of knots (yeah, we both don’t really know about tying crap, we weren’t Boy Scouts), and then we let motherfucking loose! I flew the kite handle, which in turn flew the kite to soaringly dizzy heights, which would have probably killed someone if they were hit in the head by it if it fell. The wind was quite strong on the bottom, but not so much high up, as my kite wavered a good amount instead of flying with string taut. The fact that there was a green handle in the middle of the line may have contributed as well. >>; All the while there was the danger of a bird flying into the kite, especially since the spool string is much thinner than the real one so it would be easier to cut. Reeling it back is a bitch too, its a very easy spool to unreel, but reeling it in is tedious and tiring now with the spool. But, it was glorious, mines is a kite that will PIERCE THE HEAVENS.

Perhaps we will soon get another another kite handle from Longs Drugs and lengthen Elvin’s kite distance. Or maybe even mines again >>; It will be most ridiculous.

Some ‘09 kids were having a picnic bbq get together thing as well at Marina Park. It was nice seeing some of them again. I think I corrupted someone a bit today to, it’d be nice if I did!

Afterwards, a lumberjack slam at Denny’s, and then I came home, and got lumberjack slammed. >< Although, not quite as solid as Richard’s…more explosive in nature. MUCH more explosive.

Been messing around on omegle.com. I swear, the people you find there…takes all sorts, eh? It’s the best when you have several people with you though, to draw on the minds of many to harass strangers on the internet. >>; Isn’t that charming?

I’m exhausted, I only got 4 hours of sleep the night prior. I should sleep now, yeah?

Listening to: Flambee Montalbanaise-Gus Viseur, from De Clichy a Broadway. This is like some awesome accordion music from France. Wonderful stuff, I must say.

THE SAVIOUR IS COMING! BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD AND LET HIM PENETRATE YOUR HEARTS AND SOULS! next week at the Cow Palace, RSVP soon