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I’m in Dim Sum heaven

About two-three years ago, I was always dragged to eat Dim Sum with my family and I’ve always hated it with a passion because I never liked their food. Today, Dim Sum is my all time favorite type of food.

I have absolutely no idea how I went from disliking it (to a point where I wanted to gag) to loving it…just know that I ate it a few days ago, and then ate it today since I still had leftovers.

There’s still another batch of it for tomorrow.

I took pictures of it, although I don’t think I could entirely capture its true deliciousness:

E3 Expo 09

Yesterday Jules and I manage to go to E3 (thanks to Matt) and we had a blaaaast. I’m not really sure where to start, all I can think of at the moment is, there are a lot of games out there. Shit there are a lot. And there’s not enough time to play all of them-at least the one’s that suppose to kickass. Iuno what to do.

I played the Left4Dead 2 demo, and so far, it feels like it should be an expansion pack of the first Left4Dead because nothing has changed significantly. It was exactly like playing the original Left4Dead, but with added maps, characters, and weapons. I don’t think Valve is that dumb enough to create another copy just to make extra buck, but we’ll see.

Regardless, I’m looking forward to getting to know the new characters. They look really fun! Let’s see, you have a guy sporting an 80′s Miami Vicey outfit; some say he bears a striking resemblance to Julian McMahon from Nip/Tuck. You have this huge black man, who I think is freakin’ adorable, boy is he adorable! He’s the kind where you just want to give a big bear hug and tell him that everything’s going to be ok. You have a hot lookin’ white guy probably in his 20′s…that’s all I have to say about him so far. And finally, a chick, who already reminds me of Zoey because they’re the only girls in the game and they’re wearing pink, but I’m praying that she isn’t just a black version of Zoey, ’cause I’ll be damned if I have to hear another dumb movie quote again.

The special infected haven’t really changed except for tank (that I notice). Tank looks like a giant hillbilly wearing gawdamn overalls.  But what I like about the new and improved(?) tank is he’s capable of picking your body up and slamming it to the ground. Beautiful.

L4D 2 comes out on November 17th this year (my birthday!).

I played a lot of other games, so much that my wrist started to hurt.  Some games and trailers I played and/ saw at E3 that attracted me the most were Uncharted 2, God of War III, Modern Warfare 2, Mag, Scribble Nauts and a few other games I can’t think of at the top of my head.

Now the important question is…how can I find all the time to play all of this when they come out?

Zombie Walk!

I’ve noticed that lately I’ve been on a word vomit writing spree, and as much as I love to talk, and talk…and talk, I think I should give that a rest for today and let the photos (and video) I’m about to post do most of the talking biting.

Last Saturday was Long Beach’s first annual Zombie Walk and “Shaun of the Dead” screening, and I went as a rotting zombie Chinese girl.  Even though my buddies and I were a little bit late for the actual walk, we had such a great time.  The feeling of being in the same area and/room with countless of other zombie fans who are also dressing the “undead” part was quite the delight!

Oh yeah, funny story.  You see that photo of me and the Marvel zombified version of Captain America? I just found out yesterday that we actually know each other online!  But we didn’t recognize each other while the event was in progress. I knew this because he ended up posting a comment on that photo on Flickr that reads, “Hey! That was you???” HA!

I will be ending this entry with a quick video of my friends and I dancing on stage in front of the crowd of cheering zombies.

Note: I was trying to do the zombot (zombie + robot), but the guys had surely beat me with their own gnarly twitching, limping, zomberific dance moves. After the camera stopped recording, the audience was cheering and applauding boisterously, I couldn’t ask for anything better. Acutally, yes, I wish that moment was recorded. =(

Oh well, better than nothing, enjoy!



Last Thursday was my very last day of Vietnamese language class. I sat in the hallway, right outside of the classroom, with about ten other of my classmates as we waited for the teacher to test us on our Vietnamese dialogue individually.

As we were waiting, I was telling half of them about a story how I was asked out to lunch by a 50 or 60-year-old man on school campus last year, and how it grossed me out. It grossed them a little out too (I am 21 years old for those who don’t know). Few minutes later, one of the classmates, Caucasian man in his late 40′s-possibly early 50′s, walked out of the classroom, looking refreshed as ever now that he had gotten his finals done and over with.

He walks towards us and says, “Well, I’m done, it was a pleasure having you guys in my class.”

“Yeah, thanks, you too,” The four of us replied (not in the exact words and time of course).

He turns to me, not looking quite refreshed as he was a minute ago, and starts to blink excessively.

Please don’t do what I think you’re going to do. Please.

He opens his mouth, and after a few stutters, he ask, “Do you-do you think I can get your information?” He hands me his notebook and pen, “I want to keep in touch. And you wanted to take drum class…and so do I.”

I was right. My worst fear of taking this class with him always sitting next to me came to reality. He asked for my number. And not only that, it was witnessed by everybody in my class, whom I just informed–just a few minutes ago–about the other old head who asked me out to lunch last year.

Fucking-a, can this get anymore awkward?

I sure as hell did not want to put my number down for him, yet at the same time, I really didn’t want to embarrass him in front of our classmates either. He’s actually a nice guy. If he was a perverted, horny, dirty-mouthed little fuck, I wouldn’t give a shit. But he isn’t. And I didn’t have the balls to give him back his notebook with an empty page.

Okay, think. Think. Think. I was given a notebook and pen without a gotdamn choice. What could I possibly write down in his black book that would benefit both of us?

I scribble my information down and handed him back his notebook. He looks at the page, his facial expression didn’t change.

It was my email address.

“Well thanks,” he stares at the page, then begins to study it as if it was an encryption to my phone number. After realizing what I had written down for him probably wouldn’t suffice, he takes his wallet out of his back pocket and hands me his business card, “here’s my card, call me.”

Boy I sure hope there’s a working block feature on Gmail.

I wouldn’t have written that recent incident if it didn’t happen that often, but it does, and I’m sad. The average of a young guy (20-30 age range) hitting on me irl is equivalent to getting flu shots: once a year (exaggeration not included). However, the average of a 45+ older white man is, believe it or not, roughly five to eight times a year. *Also, I hope I didn’t offend anyone but I say white because they have always been white..and older.

I don’t know why I attract them, older men. I probably smell like death, or the complete opposite, I exude some kind of magical scent of Asian persuasion that only works on 45+ year old males. Still, I’m perplexed.

Maybe it’s because I talk too much. I’m known to carry very long conversations with strangers of any age, size, and ethnicity as long as the topic interests me-but the strangers I talk to are always a lot older. I guess old people got a lot to talk about. And I guess, the longer you’re willing to listen and converse with them, the more they think you’re attracted to them.

Then again, I tend to display subtle hints or signs to show that I’m not interested…but then again, I don’t think men, of any age really, is capable of reading hints from the opposite sex anyway.

Have I dated any of them?

Yeah, twice, it was weird.

Just kidding.

In all honesty, I can’t date a man who’s old enough to be my father, simply because I don’t think I can relate to somebody who has already gone through at least 20 years of life, 20 years of life of which I haven’t even lived through yet.

Even if they were talented, rich, sexy man beasts like Brad Pitt and Viggo Mortensen–gawd are they sexy–I still wouldn’t do it. I just can’t relate. To relate, ‘least for me, creates connection and bonding, therefore I can’t date older men.

Also, if they had a daughter around my age, there’s a chance she and I would end up becoming one another’s BFFs. Kiss and tell would be a little awkward.

“In my opinion” is a stupid phrase

I find the phrase “imo” or “in my opinion” to be annoying sometimes. I’ve said it very few times in the past, but I don’t like it. I usually don’t like restating the obvious, restating the obvious can make you sound really slow, or sometimes, it can make the person you’re talking to think that you think they’re slow.
When you add “imo” to your sentence, you might as well mention that the grass usually comes in a nice green color if you take care of it, gravity doesn’t let us fall out of the earth, and putting crackers and cheese together happens more frequently than substituting stress balls with cow testicles.

I was able to tolerate the phrase when people have said/typed it to me in the past (by not pointing it out), until today, until somebody who I don’t really like used it.

So here’s a quick background bonus story:

There is a girl, oh let’s call her Hortense (because the name is as disgusting as her heart), who sits next to me in one of my graphic design classes. She has been very rude and disrespectful towards me because the work that I create is more advanced than her’s, and she admits it.

Jealously was the original reason why Hortense acted so offensive towards me. Whenever she looked at my work, she would never say anything good about them, instead she’d say only “sarcastic” things such as, “Oh why don’t you just drap the class?”, “I’m sick of you”, “Please make something bad for a change so I can feel good about mine”, “Dude, just stap already,” etc (she had a funny accent, the kind that would say “bax” instead of “box”).

I’m OK with that kind of stuff, but she just kept on doing it, with every piece I made, to a point where it just became annoying and insulting. My policy for that kind of shit is if somebody is clearly jealous of you or your work and they can’t respect it, brag about whatever they’re jealous of. That’s right, rub it. Rub it all in. Rub cow testicles on their faces if you must.

And that’s what I did. I rubbed cow testicles on her face until she could savor the taste in her mouth (not really). When she would glance over at the projects I worked on, I made sure to tell her it was the best damn thing I’ve ever seen, and she gagged every time.

When she tried to make those stupid sarcastic comments about my work, I would cut her off to tell her how much time, effort, and skill I’ve put into it thus rendering them worthy enough to make love to, and she believed everything I said.

By the time she was fed up with my pretend cockiness, she asked, “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“God’s gift to graphic design,” I proudly declared.

“Ugh, YOU’RE gad’s gift graphic design?” She rolled her eyes at me, “I can’t believe you just said that..blah blah blah”

She just never shuts up.

But back to the point, haha, today in class, I was talking to one of my classmates about how I’m going to decorate my bedroom after the renovation, I wanted the walls to be pink, but I wasn’t allowed to paint it to said color anymore.

Hortense hears my conversation, she rudely cuts in and says, “pink’s nat a really good choice for wahlls in my opinion.”

“Well…no shit it’s your opinion,” I responded.

She looked at me in a sort of sad, did you just say that? expression, and then opened her mouth as if to answer, but snapped it back. I almost felt bad. Almost.

Case in point, using “imo” is retarded. To hear it come from her is even worse that I had to be rude about it. What good does it do besides pissing me off and filling up empty spaces on your ten page essay? “Imo” is a very snotty yet convenient way of saying, “everything that comes out of my mouth is infallible…with the minor exception for every ‘imo’ I add at the end of my sentences.”

But the problem is, anybody who uses “imo”, probably uses it randomly! They only say it when they feel like it and it makes me wonder…

You say, “this pizza doesn’t have enough pepperoni imo,” and den you say, “red doesn’t suit Kathy.”

Now since there’s absolutely no “imo” to be found in the second sentence, but there’s one in the first sentence, does this actually mean that it is of actual fact that red actually doesn’t suit Kathy?

BAH, I fart on your fact!

To reduce the confusion and the inconsistent sloppy usage of “in my opinion”/”imo”, there should be a specific rule.

From here on out, for those who will continue to reuse the phrase, make sure to always point out that it is your opinion for every opinion that you speak of. It is also required that you back up your “facts” with credible sources. I accept textbooks, documentary videos, and magazine and newspaper articles. Websites, ehh, aren’t as trustworthy as the other ones aforementioned. Sorry.

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