Lucky 97

What a great way of ending my weekend. Too bad it's just play money.

WEEKEND.

This weekend I felt like a 20 year old frat boy. Kind of.

Friday I went to K-days with my posse. pretty disapointing ride selection, also ridiculously impossible carnie games pissed me the fuck off. Saturday I went out in the plus 34 degrees celsius weather to check out the taste of edmonton which was also kind of disapointing. That same day, my friend's girlfriend decided to visit her sister who she barely ever sees at her work, in the Japanese Village. Funny thing was, we didn;t have much money left so we ate like 3 peices of sushi each and left. After being robbed of the little money we had left, I went over toa freinds house and watched Bachelor Party Vegas. Most well written movie EVER! From hot chicks to UFC fighters, it had everything. Makes me wish I could havcea bachelor party sometime in the near future.

Sunday was the ultimate frat boy activity. In plus 35 degrees, my friend celebrated his birthday by going to a paintball place in the middle of no where in rural Alberta. I wasn't as badly injured as I thought I would be, but I did manaeg to get shot right in the tit, right on my blad spot, and two paintballs LUCKILY bounced off both my gut and my dick. Thank god.

Today was July 21, 2006

lol oops. Got kinda lazy with the blog. But you can't blame me for not writing often; do you expect to hear interesting stories from a guy who volunteers 5 days a week?

So let's see, time to catch up. I haven't been kickboxing as much due to over-barring constipation which is followed by chronic diarrhea. Got a good tan. Hmm what else. OH yeah, whenever I do manage to go to kickboxing class, Lindsay was usually there, and HOLY TURKEY AND HAM, she just never cease to disapoint me.

And today I after the ritual day camp, I went to Capital Ex. I can compare Capital Ex to the old sitcom, Joey, which was a downright disapointment. Rides were mediocre and repetitive, carnies took my money through stupid games, and my corndog tasted like it was made from a little tiny weiner made from overdue whole-wheat bread.

SATURDAY BREAK DOWN

So after paying a visit to kinsmen with my friend, we went to my place to eat curry. After that, we headed to his place and played videogames and some poker. I got my ass handed to me in NBA STREET Vol. 3 and just by coincidence, without knowing, I pushed my chip stack all-in with Queen - 6 suited, my friend had fucking pocket aces. As a consellation prize, my friend lent me his GAMEBOY ADVANCE.

So as I LRT-ed back home, I played tetris on his gba. As I got bored of playing, I started to look around because more and more people were beginning to crowd the lrt. Around me were at least 6 natives talking about having sold a bike they had stolen for 8 dollars, some old farts, and some pre teen skanks who were very giddy and giggily. I just found it really embarrassing seeing that I was asian and playing gameboy on the lrt. Then I had one of my scariest encounter of my life ever, with some of the people around me.

No, I did not get jumped by several dirty natives, but the tween skanks started to giggle for some reason, and one of them actually approached me and told me that her and her friends though I had "sexy legs". AAAUUUGGGHHHHJJGGGGGGGGH. If you didn't already know, my legs have very little hair. Sure, if a girl like Ashlee Simpson or my feisty kickboxing fantasy, Lindsay, said that they thought I had sexy legs I'd be flattered! But fuck, I usually love having them nice and hairless, 'cause they feel nice and smooth. But having heard such a response from a probable 12 or 13 year old, I simply felt disgusted and wanted to vomit out my curry-dinner.

I then walked home at about midnight in the darkness and got asked by 2 people if I would be willing to sell a smoke to them, which actually helped give me back some "man-confidence", having people think that I'm an asian who smokes. (In my opinion, if your asian and you smoke, your not just a gangster, but your a GANGSTA. So for a brief second they made me feel cool.)

Drawn Together - The Way Asians See Things

Holy eggroly, I wish I were good at math so I could fit in the stereotype.

The equivalent of falling asleep outdoors in 32 degrees weather as a barbeque about 30 feet away feeds 500 people.

After I got home from the ymca camp today, I was pretty tired and decided to fall sleep in the hottest section of my house, the living room, right under the sun roof. So I heard today that the air outside was NOT good for people who have respiratory problems, and that all people who do have these lung related problesm should try and stya home with the windows closed. Well, right beside the sun roof, is a gigantic hole thats patched up by a bunch of this see through shit, so when i look trhough the nice sun roof, I also see a big brown and black shit hole covered in some sort of cellophane wrapping or something. How the hole got their you might ask? Well let's just say when it rains outside, in my case, it also rains inside.

But anyways, about 2 and a half hours later I woke up with my ball cap on my face, the sun BEAMING down on me, as I could abrely breathe. I felt like I just swallowed a bunch of plastic bags as I was sitting in a giant oven.

At least the sun took away a bit of my sock tan.

Ketchup Time Pt. 2

So my kickboxing class starts at 6:30-ish, and it's about a 2 kilometre walk, and today, I left the house a little after 6. I was so scared of being late for class, that I ran the entire way to Frank's gym. So if you saw an asian wearing a wife-beater and skimpy shorts frantically running through Chinatown, then the Italian Street by Norwood School, I bet you anything that was me. Afterwards, though I luckily arrived to class on time, I thought I was going to die from either heat-stroke or exhaustion (sp?). Then my instructor told the class, that today, the air conditioning wasn't working. Then the Grandmaster of them all, Frank Lee said he think's its about time I move into the advance class, which surprised the fuck outta me. So after roughly 30 minutes, it was evident, that the entire class could barely breathe through the thick air that was at least 36-40 degress Celsius. Never before do I wish I could do something so painful, over again.

Thing is, our instructor pushed us more than five times harder than before. Usually at most the more simplified class does some 4 punch combinations followed by possibly a knee and an elbow. This time around, were doing at least a dozen variations of 8 punch combinations followed by another flurrie of knees, elbows and kicks. By around 7:15, I was starting to sweat so much, that I couldn't do some of the more vigorous kicks, because doing so at full speed would cause me to slip in the very evident pool of sweat I was standing in. Looking at my feet now, my right foot, had a blister from one of last week's classes and now after this class I have a giant one over top of it. Weird how it just didn't pop. When class was done, people started to sit in the boxing ring and stand up after a brief minute rest, leaving a fricken gigantic ass mark that was darker than dark piss. I had never ,until this day, been physically tired before but I'd redo that class in a heartbeat. Man, if anyone wants to learn muay thai kickboxing, go to Frank Lee's.

Other than the class I just had, I voluneered for CIT training, and worked out pretty hard. I would talk more about my day and what I did at the Y but nothing even comes close to what I just did in class.

BTW! After class I skipped half naked in the boxing ring :) It felt soooo good :)
(just thought you readers would like to know that).

Ketchup Time Pt. 1

I haven't been on the computer since about Sunday night. For many of you that's probably normal, but to me three days without the computer is RARE for me. Three days without the computer has really been quite, how can I word this... three days without the use of my computer has been liberating! Most of last week was spent on the computer, and I'd have to say being confined to a squeeky little blue cloth swivel chair is much more restricting than what I've been doing lately. It's takin poo really. Staying on the computer too much can be compared to when you don't wipe your toaster hole very well, leaving it with that itchy, shit-covered tinge. After 3 ENTIRE days spent away from the monitor, it's as if a big freindly giant took a giant plush toilet paper roll to help sooth, clean and take away the itch.

Monday I was pretty sick so I couldn't do much. UNTIL, of course, I found my good old Gameboy Color and started to play some Tetris. I played for hours on end as I struggled with my sinus's.

Man Oh MAN. Tuesday was the day I found a replacement for Lindsay. To start off, Tuesday was my first day of Counsellor-In-Training. All four YMCA's came together into one place and held a type of training session for us to learn the tricks of learning to deal with kids, which games to play etc etc. The southside YMCA had about 30 kids, the westend had about 20, Castledowns had about 25, and my great almighty little YMCA have (including me) FOUR counsellors in Training. WOW HEY? Yes, 4, F-O-U-R. But anyways back to my story which involved a girl. WOWEEE. This girl, fucking, puts the letter's K-I-C-K in ASS. Holy, she's a brunette, could not have been more than 5'5, and wow... her body... it would probably even make girls drool. Fairly petite, yet so curvy... omg mustn't.. go on. I'm scared if I go on anymore, I might start to have day dreams of her while I have kickboxing today. Shit, I'm gonna be late for kickboxing. So I'll make the rest quick. I don't know what branch she's from, I don't even know her god damn name, but all I can say is, she has the nicest legs in the WHOLE FUCKNING WORLD. She wore bum-huggers/booty shorts for the last 2 days, and I am just blown away at those perfectly scuplted legs. Today's bum huggers I examed very closely and could tell that they were cargoes from American Eagle :).

Actually, I'll write more about today later, since today really isn't over. I still have kickboxing. FUCK I'M LATE.

Mad is an understatement.

This post will be rather repetitive and mouthy but I just want to rant right now so I don't really care.

Looking back at a few things this year, has made me angrier than ever this whole year. FUCK, I would like to just, BEAT the fucking shit out of a certain someone. I don't know why I haven't earlier this year. But once the new school year arises, I vow to make this motherfucking ass kisser's life miserable. FUCKING. The little wimp reminds me of a dumb dog who eats his own shit and somehow tries to gloat about it.

I have never held a grudge of this calibur before, but this guy's stupdity is justification for a bat to the face.

Surprising

It's 1:07 in the morning right now so technically, yesterday was Canada Day. So technically ,I, yesterday went to a friends place and played games. After some soccer on the gamecube, we wanted to take to the real field and play some real futeball. And what'd you know, 6 little kids that look as if they were just born a week ago challenge us 3 grown guys.

Now I'm not trying to sound racist or anything, but what took me by surprise the most was the fact that one of the little guys was black, and he actually sucked at soccer. Have you ever met a black male kid who sucked at a sport?

But anyways, looking past the age, number of team members and height differences, me and my groupie still managed to lose to those little shits.