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[12 Jun 2004|04:45am]
[ mood | exhausted ]
[ music | The Modern Loves - Girlfriend ]

i hate to do this but i'm switching to live journal. find me there to read up on my pathetic life for a time killer or add me on aol or msn or here.

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Dah [03 Jun 2004|05:34am]
[ mood | crazy ]
[ music | The Strokes - Trying Your Luck ]

I just woke up. I want to write about the dream I just had.

Last night was my uncle’s second wedding. I spent the afternoon sleeping and waking up in a big hurry to pretty myself. I didn’t know what to wear and a big dilemma, my pants didn’t fit. It seems that I once again grew some slacks that were gold last year, so what did I do? Turn to my sister of course. Getting her beloved boyfriend to let me borrow some dress pants and driving them here (he was coming anyway) all because I didn’t have any, HA!

Another dilemma, I didn’t know which top to sport. My options? I could go casual and wear a white top with a black tie OR just a white top with stripes OR a western shirt. I showed my mom all three and she told me, “I can’t control you anymore, go nuts.” So I did; I chose the western shirt. I was missing cowboy boots and a hat but it was good enough!

We get to the wedding and there was immediate Asian squinty eyes staring at me. My cousins see me and signal me over while giggling at the same time. They said I looked good and took stabs at how my hair is so weird. So, at around 8 PM the circulation of alcohol began and I had to indulge. My uncles are known for their heavy drinking and my dad? Well he’s known for being hilarious and cherry red, so I had to live up to the family name minus being all red.

Eight beers and three shots later, my Asian tolerance is just about at it’s peak. I wasn’t that tipsy, but my cousin Jimmy who’s about fourteen years old was TANKED! He had one beer and his face and eyes were bloody red. He looked more stoned than drunk, but it was pretty funny nonetheless; everyone made fun of him.

We took some pictures with the new bride and groom and we were all off. My sister had to drive her boyfriend and his rents home so I had to wait at least another half an hour before I could pass out. I waited in their living room while my sister walks Daisy the husky around the block. When she came back I pretty much let the dog rape my face. I didn’t put up much of a fight as she jabbed my face with her nose.

I get home, rush to my room, tripped at one point, then passed out. I pulled a lightning; I slept with my gear on and even had my camera in my pocket. I woke up five hours later, popped some head drugs, undressed myself, then hopped back to bed.

It’s 8:45 AM and I can’t sleep anymore. I just woke up from a weird dream. I was back at my high school on stage with my grade 12 drama class. We were doing some skit about kids. Then everyone started singing, rehearsed and all, Kneehigh park from Chappelle’s show. It was when Charlie Murphy was playing that grumpy Oscar knock-off with a crack needle stuck to his head. Anyway, all the words were exact except Yim decided to change some words to make it sound more “fun.” We got into an argument and everything fades to black. The next scene, I’m woken up by some kid. I walk to the auditorium to rehearse as I’m struggling to put on a t-shirt. Everyone starts talking about how I’m always naked especially when I work out. I’m confused.

I sit down with the kid who woke me up and we strike up a conversation about coming out and I tell him that I was about to come out because what the heck. I’m more confused. For some reason everyone is dismissed. Two Asian kids are waiting for me. I walk to the foyer and a swarm of indie kids walk in. There’s a kid who looks like Julian Casablanca with blonde hair. The dream ends with me standing like a lost fawn in the foyer waiting for someone to go eat with me, but to no avail. I’m really confused.

Anyway, wedding pictures.

Here’s a treat for you my hooligans…

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Waste Your Time On This! [24 May 2004|01:04am]
[ mood | curious ]
[ music | Modest Mouse - One Chance ]

if you guys have a account, add me.
if you don't have a account, then create one and add me!

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Capped With Your Demise [21 May 2004|05:01am]
[ mood | weird ]
[ music | New Order - Temptation ]

"Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break, I'm looking for like accomplice. We'd have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city and then the country. Are you in or are you out?" - Bob Harris from Lost in Translation

I've heard/read stories about the vibrant New York night life, London's markets, Seattle's scene and California's sunsets. One day, I'm going to travel to all of them and stay there for weeks. I'll need an accomplice, are you in or are you out?

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Breaking the Vice (for my cu friends) [20 May 2004|02:22am]
[ mood | good ]
[ music | Stars - Elevator Love Letter ]

I started smoking this year. Well, I wouldn't consider it smoking, but I have indulged in the common habit. I only bought a couple of packs this year, no more than half a dozen with each time losing the pack.

We were at the Patti Boland pub for the first time. It was narrow and you couldn't get a view of the band if you were stacked in the back, but that only forced people to converse. The atmosphere is the kind you would expect at any pub. The bar was small with two bartenders probably in their late 20s serving valiant consumers. It was around midnight as Casey and Graham went out for a smoke.

"You comin' Juice?" Casey asked.

"Nah man, I'm good" I replied.

"You're comin' for the next" he said while walking down a flight of stairs wobbling from left to right.

I didn't know what to think. I thought he was joking at first as I stared into his blood, glossy eyes. Minutes brushed passed and I simply forgot about our pact. He came back as a sudden rush of chill breathed towards us. Graham nodded at me, so did Casey, "SHIT" I thought, I was in trouble. It wouldn't be long now till' they go for another one.

The band just finished playing their set. The audience cheered and saluted. Graham slowly gets up, Casey follows. I didn't flinch and kept chatting.

"Juice, let's go" Casey said.

I got up, found my coat and headed out. Nebeal, Graham and Greg were already out there. Casey handed me a cigarette and I started smoking. Casey started telling me about the mini-high you get when you sniff gasoline. I felt it and liked it and could see why so many people like it so much. Nebeal told me not to get into the habit and I promised him I wouldn't. At one point, I told him that he could sacrifice a thousand goats to get me to stop.

I ended up smoking four cigarettes that night.

Tonight I smoked the last cigarette I should have never smoked. It was a habit I should have never started. It was the one night stand that left me writing about it.

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Emo Boy Mode [11 May 2004|04:11am]
[ mood | energetic ]
[ music | Spoon - Me and the Bean ]

I dreamt I pecked you on the cheek the other night.

It felt real and much delayed, but nonetheless, it was just a dream. We were at a pub, you were with your friends and I was with mine. You sat near the Celtic band singing along to every tune. My friend Casey started yelling for some Neil Young, since he's a diehard fan and guess what, they gave it to us! We all ran up to the stage and started singing like a bunch of drunken fools. We weren't bad though, not Asian karaoke bad, but pretty bad. Everyone was into and at one point, when the band was off their set, they drank with us!

As the night grew thicker and our vision become less apparent, I saw her standing by the washroom door alone sipping on her pint. I got up, but was quickly speared with questions. Jeremy asked me where I was going and I told him I was going to the bathroom and he said he would tag along, but then I spilled the beans and told him that she was standing there…ALONE! He winked then wished me good luck. I marched towards her, dodging left and right, hoping not make a fool of myself as I usual do.

I yelled out to her as my pint was spilt all over me. She looked at me and yelled back with a huge smile on her face; she was a bit tipsy. We started chatting...more chatting...lots of chatting. Suddenly, we both ran out of words. I didn't know what to say! I rushed the conversation again and knew I blew my chance. She looked at me unconvincingly. I started to tremble.

I whispered in her ear: Guess what? I like you.

She rushes her head back and tells me, "No way!"

I peck her on the cheek.

The dream ends and I end.

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I've Got A Gun and It's Pointed At My Forehead [11 May 2004|03:27am]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Radiohead - Anyone Can Play Guitar ]

I just got bit by the cold bug.

I thought that coming back to Toronto and being as far away from that disease bag of a roommate would only conclude to a healthy state but're talking about the cold man.

Feeling like a delayed hangover from the other day was just about to ambush me, I took my time waking up. Bad move! I began to feel a severe pain and wished that my wagon was in my room so that I can lunge my body onto it, call my dogs and tell them to wisp me away to the bathroom.

Bathroom duties over, so on to food. I call my little sister down and told her my case, but she wouldn't budge. At one point I offered her some money, even a kinder surprise, but the little tyke is smarter than that; boy she's growing up. Having to carry myself upstairs and face the rents at five in the afternoon was not a smart move, but food is food!

I cautiously creep around the house using my internal grub radar to find some bites. Slowly, I open the fridge to find one last Michelina's Authentico Pop’n Chicken. SCORE! I quickly giggle then bolt downstairs where this is to get radiated for 5 to 5½ minutes on high.

I spend the next hours watching the tube. Survivor: All-Stars was on so I gave that a crack. Amber won, nobody cares. The Nets were playing the Pistons, but I hate Eastern Conference games so it was just on my channel rotation; nothing concrete. Billy Elliot is on CBC and I like that movie because T-Rex tracks are spaced throughout the flick.

Then something hit me. I haven’t left my house all day and I’m chained to my laptop. I need a job, maybe a life, or maybe just getting rid of this cold!

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3 AM [04 May 2004|04:59am]
[ mood | drained ]
[ music | The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out ]

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A Major Update [29 Apr 2004|08:19pm]
[ mood | thirsty ]
[ music | Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days ]

So rez life is over.

The dying days leading up to the phenomenon of departure was joined by sorrow and laughter. Everything we worked for during the year made sense now; rez life can only happen once. The first day I entered my Ottawa life was to be the start of my personal evolution. I came to Ottawa with fro-like hair and with no concrete evidence of where I was going. The first thing I noticed about rez life is that I was a lone soldier. I mean, I did not feel comfortable with anyone or anything at all. I was the last to arrive so everyone was already acquainted. It took only a couple of days before I got to know everyone, but it took an entire year to come to a realization that everyone made an adjustment to my life, even people who only said about fourteen words to me the entire year!

With people like Hyma, JVA, Dyke, the Kingston guys, Jeremy, Fonger, and Jenn, they gave me a social life I was looped out of in most of my high school days. That social life gave me more than a chance to reveal myself, but also gave me a sense of the missing family. As much as I hate being home, mainly because I'm distanced from everything, I still missed the finer things in life, like the bond between Fouad, Yim and I. Now I had to deal with a blue map that did not make any sense. Sure, everyone on rez was nice and wild, but do they have similar qualities to my friends back home? And sure enough, they did.

On the 23rd, I made my first departure from good old Renfrew. I had to start packing at 9 AM because there was one more dim sum left. I began taking down my posters and then all the stuff off my shelf, then my bulletin board still jacked with birthday cards and random notes. I put the last pair of socks on, then my pants and shirt. I whip lashed my hair for the last time, shook Lightning's hand and waited for my ride. With the limited time I had left, Jenn, Jeremy and I watched "Chappelle's Show" for kicks. When the phone rang, I raced down to open the door for my sisters. They were lost to say the last and kept on attacking me for having such a small room, which are the biggest rooms on residence quintessentially. While the inspector was complaining about my lateness, Elaine and Esther dropped by to bid me farewell, which was nice because I really only got to know them during the second half of the year.

Once the door was locked, whoever was left on the floor helped me carry all my stuff out. I led the pack, but really felt like the walk of death. With everything stuffed into our minivan, I shook hands and hugged friends I won't see for miles. I glanced at the rez that I owe so much too, but I left with a promise to come back and just giv'er!

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Break For It [06 Apr 2004|01:00pm]
[ mood | high ]
[ music | Kings of Leon - Talihina Sky ]

With the first break of sunshine everyone ventured to the courtyard to be human again.

(pictures by alana range <- i forgot to give you credit)

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Stupid Economy [31 Mar 2004|11:10am]
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | Weezer - Reason To Worry ]

Our Price: CDN$ 42.99

I'm a big Weezer, maybe the biggest. But $43 for the Blue album + B-sides and alternate versions of a couple of songs is not worth the buy. I don't know why the price is so jacked while the DVD is under $15. I sound like a stingy consumer but honestly, =w= for life until the price drops!

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Things To Do This Summer... [29 Mar 2004|03:30am]
[ mood | excited ]
[ music | Neil Young and Crazy Horse - Cortez the Killer ]

- get a job at either a video rental store or a music store
- spend an astronomical time with my dogs and family
- hunt down old friends and hang out with them
- buy stuff to fashion out my pad next year
- re-vamp my movie/music collection
- get my digital camera repaired
- buy more clothes that fade
- hang out with april and casey
- go to halifax to visit the j-shot
- drop by burlington to see Jenn and MA
- drive by kingston and drop it like it's hot with lee, ollsen, torres, and ian
- fish with jesse, dyke, wilson, graham, and casey at jesse's cottage
- dance the night away with lisa and ashlee (if she comes down) at the dance cave
- party in whitby for nichole's 19th birthday since most hooligans will be there
- walk to stefania's house with hang out with her and talk sports with curtis
- get a black star tattoo on my forearm
- pierce my lip (a labret?)
- buy green shoes
- invest in a magazine rack
- bonnaroo with casey and cam
- meet the woman of my dreams? probably not!

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A Night With A Sloth [24 Mar 2004|05:05pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | The Clash - Police On My Back ]

This is my roommate Craig aka Craig-Lightning. He is my personal sloth; just look at the toilet, he can't even toss it in bowl.

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Never Sleep When Boys Are Around [23 Mar 2004|02:51pm]
[ mood | excited ]
[ music | Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out ]

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Res Life [16 Mar 2004|12:12am]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | OK Go - You're So Damn Hot ]

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Target Me [15 Mar 2004|03:04am]
[ mood | shocked ]
[ music | Weezer - Mad Kow ]

I just got back from a much needed talk with Fong. She knew I was in a mess and was in dire need of a chat, so we had a date in the TV lounge. We talked for about 2.5 hours and this is why Fong is my best friend here; I could always depend on her.

We talked about the weekend, school, friends; the works. I vented about just about everything but focused on the scuffle with the Hulk. I told her about how it all built to this momentous clash of words and how it was a conflict of interest. So yeah, I did bash a friend. Did I mean it? Fuck yeah I did. Everything about what happened at On Tap was a prime example why I don't like how the Dyke treats women. I kept on telling the Hulk about it but being as naive as he is, nothing was going through.

He defended Dyke as if it was his job. He wouldn't open up nor listen to me. I told him not to justify the truth and to "shove that joint up your ass because I don't care anymore." I blasted off and wanted to pull out the red card but knew it wasn't the right time or place. We jousted for about half an hour and it was obviously going no where so I just gave up and went out for the joint ignoring him the entire way.

The thing is, it felt right. Whether it was my place to say all that or not is up in the air, but what I did say was meant to be said. I felt the way both of them treated women was terrible and what if it happened to one of my friends, then what would I do? So whatever, I'll try to mend this situation the best way possible, but if it doesn't work out then we'll both will just have to tough it out for another couple of months.

I even tried today after dinner. After demolishing the Dyke in ping pong, the Hulk was next. I started taunting by calling him a rookie, which is what he usually does when he plays me, but he didn't budge. The game felt more like unfinished business, like it was a symbol of status. We avoided eye contact, speech, while everyone watched as we smashed, saved, aced each other. The game was tied at 20s and I blew returning a serve and evidently lost the match. I threw my paddle and stormed off to my room as usual. I logged on MSN only to find that he changed his name to, "Forget About It Already."

After last night, it's something to be sorted out and not to be forgotten.

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Worth More Than The Pope [10 Mar 2004|03:27am]
[ mood | good ]
[ music | At the Drive-In - Non-Zero Possibility ]

I can't stress the fact that I love it here. Everything about this experience was more than I could ask for. The people, city, life! Everything!

I know I've been writing how I've been having a great time thus far, but I never really gave a sincere reason why.

I was interviewed today by Kathleen and you can learn so much about a person that's interviewing you. She laughs at my uber corny jokes and listens to the same music and I had a great time doing the interview. Well, I probably like doing them because I want people to know me.

I feel that people don't know me well enough to bounce off the stereotype. In the beginning of the year, I was known as the techy and some people still see me as just the techy unfortunately. Now, after half a dozen months, I've made people overcome that stereotype and see me as this easy going hooligan. Even though some couldn't be converted, they'll come to their senses soon.

Back to the interview. So Kathleen had trouble grasping all the crap I was throwing at her so I had to help her by going off in tangents. I talked about music, movies, sports, Brent (annoying journalism dweeb), school, my stumbling love life, and even how my parents came up with my name.

So the Wilson Jamboree countdown has officially begun. In 36 hours, Wilson will unscrew another bottle of vodka, mix it with juice or coke and unleash himself at Oliver's. I've been waiting this day for a long time now; ever since the craptacular Mardi Gras at Oliver's.

It's going to be an ugly night for one reason: everyone is on the prowl. The Hulk wants Megan's friend while the Dyke is going to try to score with Anne for the umpteenth time this year. And where do I stand? Well, I'll keep my eyes open.

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2 Seconds [06 Mar 2004|02:02am]
[ mood | mellow ]
[ music | Strike Anywhere - Chalk Line (acoustic) ]

Things Accomplished This Week
...working on it

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Crime of the Century [01 Mar 2004|03:26am]
[ mood | melancholy ]
[ music | Against Me! - Baby, I'm An Anarchist ]

It's that time again people. I've been sucked back into the loop and am desperately trying to fight the blues.

So after finding out my crush has a boyfriend before the break, my mind began to clear and everything was okay again. I began scouring the earth for someone to call my own; I think it's about time? There was Oliver's and the whole dilemma with some chick in my English class. The boys cheered and threw confetti as I was apparently was trying to pick up someone way out of my league; trust me I wasn't.

Anyway, I had this sudden spur to meet new people. Earlier in the week I began a random conversation with some chick in my journalism lecture class. So when Jenn's friend Jackie came to visit, she also brought friends along. I was introduced to Jackie, Lisa and Steph.

The Summary
Jackie: I can see why she's Jenn's best friend. She's mellow, confident, funny, and really swinging. She listens to good music, doesn't shy from conversation, and is dating a fellow Asian brother; what can beat that!

Lisa: She was a bit quiet. She was in a new environment and understood that she wasn't that comfortable, but could sense she's in the cool industry.

Steph: What a character! She burps, is really proud to be Canadian, loves hockey, majoring in journalism, attractive, and one bold city girl; can we say I had a little crush?

It was still Jesse Van Allen's First Annual Freedom Festival and everyone had to pay homage. The point of the Freedom Festival was for Jesse to be single again and just to do whatever he wanted. He would start drinking at four in the afternoon just to begin the festivities with a bang. We would do something different every night and one thing was for sure, he wanted to hump. He would tell me that he wanted me to get Steph so he could hump her and I knew he meant it when he gave me the gravest eyes ever.

For the entire weekend I was mocked; everyone was telling me how I should've picked up Steph. I had this mental breakdown where while playing ping pong I threw my paddle down (I do it quite a bit of this anyway) and barged to my room and locked it. I couldn't stand it anymore. I knew they were joking and were just busting my chops but I just got really upset, sorry.

Look, this is going to sound weird but I'm not really the type that lurches to get "piece." I know it makes me sound like a self-righteous, self-proclaimed nice guy but it's true, you can ask anyone! When Jesse told me at the canal that he was going to go for Steph I was a bit jangled. He just wanted to get "piece" and to call his Freedom Festival a success even though it was already by how it brought the floor together.

Well the bottom dollar is that he gave up the chase for the fox, I'm still struck at the most vulnerable spot and the weekend was still a blast. The only I would've changed is if I got to say bye to the new friends.

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Pass the Dutchie [29 Feb 2004|04:02pm]
[ mood | working ]
[ music | The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes ]

Jesse Van Allen's First Annual Freedom Festival Weekend Breakdown...

- met Jenn's friend Jackie <- was introduced to Jackie's friends Steph and Lisa
- spearheaded a three day binge
- broke two promisses <- friday - zaphods and saturday - heart and crown
- lost a lot of hard earned brain cells
- got shot in the wrist with a puck (damn huckaluck)
- woke up to two hours of snooze button action courtesy of my Craig-Lightning
- finished one page of an essay due last Friday
- bought Distiller tickets online
- spent a whopping $40 this weekend
- was told at least one funny story every night (Josh vs. the tree and Dyke's story to manhood)
- listened to way too much Get Up Kids
- watched a good friend drink his misery away
- counted the pixels on my monitor at least twice
- put my camera to good use
- played trailer pong

Great weekend? I think so.

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