Well, I told my parents...

If you read my last post, you'd know the situation I'm in.

I'm back in Birmingham at the moment, and this morning, I told my parents my plans for dropping out of university.

It didn't go well.

I was having breakfast with my brother when my dad came down. He kept asking how uni was and I was too afraid to tell him the truth so I said stuff like 'Yeah, it's been good'. When he asked me more and more questions, I just had to come out with the truth. He didn't take it so well. I thought he'd be understanding, and be cool with it. Boy was I wrong. Not only did he tell me I chose the wrong decision, but he said he wasn't gonna give me money and that I need to look after myself. My feelings? Surprised. Upset. Confused. But I quickly accepted the fact. My mom came down not long after, and asked my dad and I what we were arguing about. My dad told my mom what happened and walked out of the kitchen. My mom immediately shouted and said some things. It all happened so quickly that I couldn't put up a decent argument and explain what my plans were and stuff. I think it was because of this that my parents lost faith in me. My mom said she wouldn't support me financially either.

I ran into my room, well, my brother's room, and laid down in my bed for a bit. After calming down, I messaged some people about what happened. My cousins have been very supportive of me, offering me to stay with them. They said they would help me get a job and everything. I think that's the best choice for me at this time, moving in with them until I can support myself properly. I want to do this as soon as possible which means I probably have less than a month left living in Manchester. It's going to be sad leaving all the new friends I've made but it's for the best.

To my coursemates who have been messaging me asking if I'm alright and where I am, sorry for ignoring your messages. To be honest, I felt quite ashamed of dropping out of university and that's why I didn't make any contact with you guys. I just wanna take this chance to apologise, and I'll apologise again when I see you guys for the final time, and thanks for putting up with me.

To everyone who has given me encouragement and support, thank you to you too. I always feel better knowing someone out there cares.

Also to my brother, who disagreed with me dropping out but has give me all the support he can regardless, thanks a ton. He understands my mom and offered to get one of his friends' mom to talk to my mom and she only really listens to her friends. I know my brother will always be there for me when I'm down, even if he shows it in the worst way possible. I'm really proud of him and sometimes, I feel like the little brother who relies on him. I've used the last bit of money in my bank to buy him a limited edition 3DS XL.

SO YEAH...

That's my story so far. Thanks for being bothered to read this. Also, this is gonna be the last post in this blog. I may start another one, but who knows?

- stripeytofu

PS: This song describes how I feel at the moment. Knowing that my parents won't support me just makes me wanna prove them wrong! I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to listen to the lyrics.

November 2012 university update.

Hey y'all, how's it hanging?

Do I talk weird? I think I talk weird. At least I type weird, cos I don't think I talk like that in real life.

ANYWAY! An update on my life for those I haven't kept in touch with. Hope things are good!

Me? Well it's gonna be a long story, so sit tight and get comfortable. Maybe get a cup of hot chocolate, cos I know most of you read my blog at night in bed, and a cuppa hot choc is best when consumed at night. Ready? OK.

My university journey began halfway through September. University of Manchester wasn't actually my first choice. I got in through clearing to do a Chinese and Japanese joint honours degree. Why? Well it was actually a last minute decision. Truth is, I really wanted to take a gap year so I could figure out what I really wanted to do in uni. However, my mom had different ideals. She detested gap years, thinking that it's a waste of a year. Hmm, actually, could it be she had no faith in me to make good use of a gap year? Could be that.

So yeah, my mom wanted me to go straight into uni, so I did. Which meant I went into uni half-heartedly. I didn't have the drive, the motivation, to actually do it. I just though 'I'll just get through these 4 years, and it'll be over in no time. I'll have a degree, get a good job, and that'll be the end of it.'. That may have the been the most costly and time wasting mistake I have ever made. I missed my first ever lecture, and from then on, I had only been going to 5 hours of 14 hours of lectures a week. Terrible, I know. A waste of money, I know. But like I said before, I didn't have the drive or the motivation to go. A week later, I dropped Japanese. The reason is because I didn't read the small print on the website for the course. This is what it says:

 "The first few weeks may be particularly intensive for those who have not encountered Japanese script and we strongly advise all applicants to ensure that they have learned at least the hiragana script prior to Week One of teaching; guidance on materials to help with this can be obtained from language tutors."

Yeah.. since I applied for the course through clearing, I didn't have the chance to learn the hiragana script. For those who don't know what it is, it's like a kinda Japanese alphabet, but not really. And since I didn't have this skill, I couldn't catch up at all, and there were tests every week that would affect the overall grade at the end of the year. Knowing this, I asked to switch from Japanese to Screen Studies, while still keeping Chinese. What is Screen Studies you ask? Well.. From what I gather, it's kinda like Film Studies. A Mickey Mouse course. Useless. Sorry to all those who are doing the same or similar degree.. but that's my honest opinion. I went to two Screen Studies lectures before I stopped going altogether. Do you know what we did? We watched old black and white films.. and discussed the themes. There wasn't even any speaking! It was boring and pointless. I thought cos it'd be interesting for me, because I make YouTube videos and studying film might interest me, but it's the worst degree you could do in UoM. Trust me.

Because I hated doing Screen Studies, and because there was no other course I wanna do with Chinese (I detest Business), I have made the final choice of dropping out of university. Yeah, I said it. Gonna drop out of uni. It's a super huge decision, and I'm scared. Really scared. But my mind also feels clear. It feels like a heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I've made plans for my future - finally- and I'll describe it to you now.

THE PLAN...

OFFICIALLY DROP
I have yet to talk to my academic advisor about officially dropping out of uni. I'm a bit scared of talking to her, but I've sent her an email requesting for a time to meet up.

WRITE A CV
I haven't written a CV since my practice one in high school. This is gonna suck.

TELL PARENTS
This is definitely the scariest part of my plan. I think my dad will be cool with it, but my mom is absolutely gonna destroy me! I'm most likely gonna tell her this weekend, so I'll let you know what happens after...

WRITE UCAS
I have to go through the whole UCAS process again just to reapply. Sheffield is my number one choice, but I can't tell you what degree I wanna do at the moment. You'll know when the time comes.

GET A JOB
Since I'm not gonna be funded by the Government anymore, I need to get a job to pay back off the loans I've taken out. It's gonna be effort, but I'm gonna try my best. This is something I've decided on, and I'm going to take full responsibility for it. No one's opinion or advice has influenced me on this decision.

SO YEAH... that's what's happening so far in my university life. Thanks for reading, much appreciated! I'm gonna try my hardest to blog more often, so look forward to more posts :)



- stripeytofu

Starbucks

My favourite drink in Starbucks is the caramel frappuccino.

My time capsule

I was cleaning my room up today (which still isn't clean as there's so much crap in there) when I found the box my iPod Nano came in. I was thinking 'It's such a nice box, it'd be a waste to just throw it away' and so I decided to use it for my time capsule. I wasn't that serious about it until I started putting some real cool stuff in there. The plan is to open it in 15 years when I'm 33, perhaps on the day I actually turn 33. Yeah, I'll do that.

So what's in it? I'll show you. And also, I'm going to write a letter to 33 year old me, in handwriting and typed up, just in case computers in the future can't read USB sticks.

Dear 33 year old Andy,

How is life now? I know I made a post for you before, but this one is kinda different. This time capsule will capture some of the things that define me and the current generation. The date is the 4th of July 2012.

Item: Zelda Badge
Reason for place in time capsule
Zelda has taught me and you many things. No matter what mask we wear, we will always be ourselves. The world is full of secrets. Trust your instincts. Don't let your own demons defeat you. Everyone has a story to tell.

Item: Tamagotchi Phone Charm
Reason for place in time capsule
You bought this charm in HK. That time was the first time you went on holiday with just friends (well, Jam's dad was with us on the plane journeys but he went to China the majority of the time). For me, it represents all the adventures I've had before, and all the adventures you will have in the future. 33 me, promise me you'll go on many as the memories you have in adventures are precious and irreplaceable.

Item: Victini
Reason for place in time capsule
Not only has Pokémon basically defined your childhood, but I specifically chose Victini as I still am not able to capture it in Pokémon White. If by your time I still haven't caught it, I am counting on you to do it. That aside, without Pokémon, I'm not sure how I would have turned out, and in turn how you have turned out. From it, I learnt to develop a sense of passion (Ash), a sense of responsibility (Misty), a sense of curiosity (Brock) and bromance (Pikachu). I probably exaggerated, none of this is true, but honestly, Pokémon is awesome.

Item: Gatsby
Reason for place in time capsule
This stuff is great, it makes my hair more gravity defying than it already is. Try it out sometime! Though I guess it won't look that cool when you're 33.. Just kidding.

Item: Coins
Reason for place in time capsule
These.. are old. They'll probably be worth a lot of money in your time. Sell them when you're running low on dosh.

Item: Taylor Swift Guitar Pick
Reason for place in time capsule
You used to absolutely love Taylor Swift. Do you now? For me, she was an inspiration. She wrote and sang her songs from the heart, and that's what inspired you to waste all your oney on all 30 of her picks, piano books and guitar books. Seriously, you were in love man. Just remember, music is your soul. Even though I'm not that good at piano or guitar or anything else, you still love music and it loves you back. Have you focused on a particular instrument yet? Any good at it?

Item: Slick Watch
Reason for place in time capsule
I have a sense of style. I'll bet you've lost it. Just take a look at this watch. See how contemporary it is? It looks so cool. That watch is basically your woman magnet. I kid I kid, you have a wife now right? If you don't.. then what the hell man! I wanted to get married early and have kids early so that I can spend a longer life with them. You crushed.. my dreams. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, stay cool and look cool.

Item: Bracelet
Reason for place in time capsule
You remember this? Yeah, you must. See, I have this thing about realising being in the friend zone sucks because you can't get any action, but that only applies to me. You're - hopefully - married now, so you don't have to care about any friend zone stuff. You were a really nice guy before you stopped being friend zone material, and that's how I want you to treat your wife. What right do I have to tell you how to treat your wife? None, but this is coming from a (sorta) innocent mind, which is honest and truthful. Sometimes kids have the best advice. So yeah, treat your wife like she's your best friend, because, she is.

Item: Chinese Red Envelope 
Reason for place in time capsule
I included these red envelopes to remind you that YOU ARE CHINESE. ALWAYS. Never forget that. Your heritage is important. Remember when you were in primary school, you always got made fun of because you were Chinese. Because you had slanted eyes. Because you had a flat nose. Because your Asian parents didn't let you go out. Because you wore glasses. You went back home and cried to mom, and you said 'Mom, why couldn't I be white? I don't want to be made fun of anymore. I want to be white!' How could you have been so blind (not the time for racist jokes!). I don't remember what mom said to me, but you learnt the lesson by yourself. Well, I did. I learnt that be proud of who you are. Other people are racist only because they are ARROGANT. Back then, you had no reason to want to be Chinese, because you didn't do anything about it. However, I came to love being Chinese after experiencing what being Chinese was actually about. Going to China itself has broadened my mind and I just wanna slap 7 year old me for being so stupid. Damn, I'm so bad at explaining, I bet you don't even know what I'm talking about. Basically, all I'm trying to say is, before anything, remember you are Chinese. Chinese and proud.

Item: Mini Torch
Reason for place in time capsule
I have provided you with a torch powered by batteries, in case the future is in ruins and there's no light left in the world. I hope this torch will prove to be useful on your quest to save humanity.

There's some other stuff too but they're not too important. Your dad gave you those mint stamps and your mom bought you the Jesus guitar pick. Need I remind you that you only have one pair of parents and that you love them forever?

There is also a memory stick that contains files that range from your favourite songs to pictures and videos. 

Reply back soon,

Love, 18 year old Andy.

Phew, there we go! That took ages! If you read this far, then man, you must be sad.

Oh yeah, any suggestions as to where I could put this time capsule? I read that burying in the ground is a crap idea cos of the water and people usually forget where they put it.

Zelda badge

Victini

Bracelet

Some old coin

The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons

Mint stamps

Everything I'm gonna put in the capsule

New eyebrows

I love my eyebrows. They're nice and bushy. Honestly, I touch them every night before I go to bed because it feels so nice. But alas, having the same eyebrows for 18 years is a long time. I want to change.

If/when I go HK, I'm gonna get my eyebrows done too. Basically, the eyebrows I have too make me seem like a nice guy. I wanna look more rough! I recently played Street Fighter IV and I came across this guy, called Fei Long.

Fei Long! Inspired by Bruce Lee, obvs

He has AWESOME eyebrows! Just look at them! Don't they give you shivers every time? I really want to get these, I'm sure they'll look good on me. To check, I photoshopped them on to my own eyebrows just to see how awesome I'd look.

Some photo from 2011

Ewwwww, I don't want these eyebrows anymore.

A terrible accident

As you can tell from the title, something extremely bad happened today. I was upstairs, when suddenly I heard my grandma shouting my name. She usually does when it's time for dinner or when she needs me to get something, but this time, she shouted a bit louder. Puzzled, I started to walk downstairs, then I heard her shout again. And again. I ran and by the third time, I was in the kitchen. I saw my grandma lying on the floor, next to the sink. My granddad must have heard as well, even though he has bad hearing, because he appeared from behind me, and we both tried to lift my grandma up. She must have fell and hurt her leg, because she struggled and couldn't even stand without being hurt. Her face was scrunching up, bearing the extreme pain. Even with my granddad and I supporting her from both sides, she just couldn't stand, so I got a chair and she sat back. My grandma was gasping for air and complaining that her leg really hurt. I've never been in this kinda situation before, so I was panicking loads. My mind was confused , I didn't know what to do.

My granddad suggested that we get her to lie on her bed, which is on the ground floor because my grandma broke her right leg before (the problem was with her left leg this time) and had the bone inside replaced with a titanium rod. She broke her right leg in the garage when she fell. I didn't know the full story behind that accident until today. Apparently, me and my brother were in school, my mom was taking English classes, my dad was at work and my granddad was sleeping upstairs. When my grandma fell and broke we right leg, she had to crawl through the computer room, past the toilet and into the kitchen where the phone was. My dad picked up, raced back home and called the ambulance.

The reason for her weak legs was because of an accident she had when she was in Vietnam. A car crashed into her when she was crossing the road, shattering her hip. Since that day, it has been effort for her to walk.

Anyway, I went off topic a little. My granddad suggested that we take my grandma to the bed, so we tried to help her walk. However, the pain was too great and my grandma couldn't even stand. I quickly thought of an idea. I put my grandma back on her chair, and I pushed it across the floorboards of the kitchen. My granddad pulled from the front, and together, we quickly made it to the bedroom. I slowly lifted my grandma on to her bed. She was in in agony, and her face showed it. I'd never seen my grandma in so much pain before, so I was really scared and honestly wanted to cry. But, I manned the hell up and got some Chinese medicine and rubbed it into my grandma's thigh. It had swollen a lot, so I massaged it gently using more Chinese medicine. My granddad told me to call my dad, so I did and he came home from work. My auntie took me to work instead while my dad called for the ambulance. Time at work seemed to go on forever. When it finally ended at around 11:30pm, my mom made food for my dad because he hadn't eaten since the afternoon. The drive to the hospital took ages, about half an hour. When my mom and I arrived at the car park, my dad called and said visiting times were over, and he had to come out. A few of my relatives from down south were there too.

My dad told us that after viewing my grandma through an x-ray, the doctor confirmed that my grandma had broken the bones of her left leg, a repeat of what happened to her right leg. Tomorrow, she will have an operation to place a titanium rod in her leg.

We all drove back home. When we got back, I heard my dad and granddad talking about the accident. I could hear them from downstairs and I heard my granddad noting that it was a good thing I thought of the idea to push my grandma on the chair to get her from the kitchen to her bed because it reduced the pain. I walked up and my granddad was smiling at me and patted me on the back. I was really happy because my granddad had never complimented me before.

Anyway, I hope the operation is successful tomorrow, and I hope my grandma will be okay. I hope that that isn't too much to ask.

Also, it's likely that I won't be able to go abroad this year because someone has to look after my grandma while my mom goes to work. Can't lie, I'm disappointed, but my grandma needs me.

I am writing this at 3:15am.

Pardon my hiatus (and summer plans)

What, I don't say 'pardon', and 'hiatus'.. That's so weird. I don't talk like that.

Anyhoo, I am BACK! Aren't you guys happy? I hope you missed me, cos I sure missed my precious tofans.

Some of you must have still been checking out my blog cos it went up like 1000 views even though I haven't posted anything. Sorry for the disappointment! But be sure to read my blog the following weeks, especially since I'll be going on holiday to Hong Kong, China and possibly Taiwan. The plan was to go to Vietnam, but due to my grandma's bad back, she can't go and the main reason for going to Vietnam was for her to see her home town. I'm a little sad that she can't go abroad at all, and has to stay in Ireland with one of her sons, but shit happens.

In Hong Kong, I plan to have the best trip yet. I want to climb a mountain, explore new places, take a ship to Macau, the City of Dreams. They call Macau the Vegas of China, and with good reason too. I went a long time ago, and you won't believe all the massive buildings there. They look so awesome, just look at this photo.

Macau, the City of Dreams

The place is full of casinos, which are usually full of transsexuals and shemales. Wait, are they the same thing? The downside is that they have male sex organs, the upside is.. they're kinda hot, no homo. I remember I saw them in this huge ass casino that had a massive statue of Zeus the Greek god in the main hall. It was freakin' awesome.


Okay, so I heard just heard from mom that we're not gonna go Taiwan anymore. Instead, we're probably gonna go to a village in China. It's called 廣西桂林, or Guilin in English pinyin. My mom just told me she went there a long time ago, and the scenery was breathtaking.

Guilin

Some cave in Guilin

I really can't wait to go. When I was younger, I never cared much for old looking places, but I think now that I'm mature, I can truly appreciate just how beautiful these places are. They'll make good vlog content. Gonna take my brother's DSLR camera too so I can take them high quality pictures.

Sky100

Hong Kong will be my main event. I'm going about 10 days earlier than my family, so I have 10 days of pure freedom to do anything I want! VJT (Victory, Jam, Tofu) are gonna make this holiday a blast! So if you're in HK, and you want some fun, come find us. My mom bought me tickets to go to the tallest building in HK, called Sky100, so called because it has 100 floors. From the 2/F entrance, it takes only one minute for the high speed elevator to reach the 100/F! It's going to be an awesome experience, and perhaps I can cure myself of vertigo. I'm gonna give myself the mission of taking a picture on every floor in Sky100 and compile it into one single picture so that I can upload it on to this blog and probably Facebook. It's probably gonna take ages, and is probably a waste of time, but it'll be fun. The tickets to get in cost 145 HKD, which is around 11 GPB


Sky100 is just one of the many plans we have for HK. My expectations for this holiday is very high, and I'm sure we're gonna succeed.

We're gonna explore every nook and cranny to find the best and worst places, so we know what to do next time, and so that we can recommend it to other people.

One of my goals is to see G.E.M Tang live. She's some HK singer. I haven't really heard her music, but she's really pretty. I got to see her live last year, and she came within 2 metres of me! She smelled so good. I'm not into Cantonese music very much, so this year I'm gonna buy albums and try to get into it.

G.E.M Tang

Well, I guess that's it for today. What are your plans for this summer? Whatever you do, I hope you have a fun one! I'll see you here again next time I post, so until then, peace!

I hate it when..

people decide things for me. I'm talking mostly about my mom and all her friends. I was having trouble choosing between taking a gap year and going to university, and I didn't want her input in any of it because from past experience, whenever she makes a choice for me, I regret it loads.

Just then, my mom and her sister were saying stuff like 'Look, don't think about taking a gap year, just concentrate on exams' and I was just thinking BULLSHIT in my mind. Who are they to tell me what to do. Who are they to make my choices for me. Choices that can affect my future. What I need, is advice.

My cousin rang me up the other day to give me advice. I really appreciated it. It took him one hour to convince me to go university. It took my mom, my Chinese teacher, my mom's two friends, and her sister three weeks to convince me to go, and it still failed. Actually, it wasn't even convincing. It was pretty much blackmailing.

What the F*CK do I do with my life?

I'm sooooooooooooooo confused :(

I'm going to make a short film

I decided that since it's been so long since I made a YouTube video, the next one I upload is going to super amazing! What is it going to be? A cute romance film! That's bound to bring me a lot of views. Not that I care about he number of views, psh! (Also, my friend came up with the idea, so kudos to Lexpreet)

I've got a basic idea of the how the story goes, and I think it's pretty awesome.  But basically, the crew consists of just me at the moment. As much as I want the role of the main character, I can't act and I need to film. I actually have no filming experience, but I've been watching movies for a long time now and every time I do, I study the camera angle and the distance and stuff, so I think I can make it look good. A couple of people have agreed to help me with the film, but I still need some help!

Things I need help with

• Actors - I have potential actors for the guy's parts, but I need an actress for the main female character. Want to be in it? Only one requirement: sexy. Just kidding, I need someone who I'll be able to meet up with often.
• Recording audio - Good films don't use the microphone on the camera right? So how do you.. I don't even.. help! How do you record good quality audio without too much background noise?
• Script - I'm really bad at writing, so some of the stuff I will put in will sound rubbish. Is anyone good at English? Wanna help me improve my script by adding cheesy lines and funny quotes?
• Music - I need some happy music choices to play during the film. I went through my iTunes, and it's only got sad music!

I think that's it for now.. 

Oh yeah! I won't start filming until after exams. Yep, that's it for now.

:)

A sensual haircut

R18
Don't read if you are a minor

If you've known me for a long time, you'd know that I despise haircuts. When my mom tells me to get it cut, I start to feel nervous like asking a cute girl out. When I get near the hair salon, I start to feel sick, not even kidding. Worst feeling ever.

I usually get my hair done every 6 weeks at this place in the Arcadian, China Town, Birmingham, but my mom told me a new place had opened so I checked it out. It's on the second floor of Arcadian and it's called Charlie's Axis. I don't get the name either but hey!

When I walked in, I was greeted by this hot petite Chinese girl. I thought 'I like this'. She wore the shortest mini skirt I'd ever seen, she was wore a shirt and blazer and had her hair tied up. She washed my hair and it was the best thing ever. Probably because of the JAVs I've been watching, when she squeezed out the shampoo, it made me imagine she was squeezing out lube. Her hands were so soft and smooth. She ran her fingers through my hair and I felt at ease. She squeezed more lube out and massaged my big head. Not gonna lie, it felt like 1/8 of an orgasm and the 'banana' rose. I was afraid she'd see, and my lying position wasn't much help either, if you get what I mean. Good thing I wore tight jeans though, it prevent the visible lump from getting any bigger. After she finished all the massaging, I wanted to cry. I am so going there again.

Remember me?

After, a bald guy came out and cut my hair. The banana went back down. It was a pretty good haircut though, I must admit. It took only like 40 minutes, 20 minutes earlier than it usually does.

Pretending to be hard

So the other day, Victory and I went to a place called Masters to play pool. The guy asked us which table and Victory said red.

We were bad. I mean, really bad. I could only shoot a ball in every ten shots and Victory just smashes as hard as possible. The white ball flew off the table and nearly hit my face! We were embarrassing ourselves when these four Indian guys came in to play on the table on the other side of the room.

Realising that our dignities were at stake, we started spouting nonsense:

A (just loud enough for them to hear): Aw man, I can't play very well cos I broke my arm in that fight yesterday.
V: Yeah man, intense fight.
A (misses the white ball completely): Damn it! They hit my eye, now I can't even tell how far something is!
V: Let's go back again and knock them guys out. Let's take our knives.
A: No man, men use only their fists!

We also made many embarrassing grunting noises to make ourselves sound harder.

Small kids do not have genders

I was just having a poo on the toilet, when an ingenious idea came into my head. Oh, before that though, does ingenious and genius mean the same thing?

So yeah, there I was, on the toilet, doing my thing, when I suddenly thought: You know what, kids don't really have a gender until they reach puberty. Why? Well, from when they're born to when they're about 11-12, there aren't really any major differences between them, apart from the way they pee. When I confronted my brother about this idea, he said, 'They dress different, they look different'.

To that, I said 'Well for those things, they have a choice. They chose what to wear, they chose how to look, but that does not make a boy a boy. Girls can wear 'boy's' clothes but that won't make them a boy'.

So kids are genderless until they go through puberty where they begin to think like a person with a gender.

The Vow

I just finished watching The Vow starring Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdams, and my days is it super good! I'm a sucker for romance films in case you didn't know. I've written a few reviews for romance films in my old blog: Just Friends, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and No Strings Attached.

Anyway, I was watching the film on my phone even though I have tons of homework accumulated over the weeks, because... I'm badass like that.

The film started off well. I became instantly attracted to the characters. Channing Tatum played Leo, some guy who opened up a recording company. As usual, his performance was on par, and all emotions were portrayed clearly. I felt happy when he was happy, felt upset when he was upset and angry when he was angry. I could understand his emotions well. Rachel McAdams also did well as her character. She plays as Paige, the wife of Leo. Due to an accident however, she loses her memory of Leo completely. The story follows Leo as he tries to help his wife regain her memory.

The concept of amnesia has always intrigued me. It's a mysterious and unfortunate thing, but this allows many interesting stories to be spun around it. I really had no idea how the ending would turn out. I thought maybe Leo would have to forget about her and move on. Not saying he doesn't, or does he?

Not gonna lie, the film made me cry. I haven't cried from watching a film since like, two months ago! I haven't seen a good romance like this in a long time. It makes me believe that love is a real and obtainable feeling.

I was more surprised to find out that the film was based on a real story. I immediately searched it up once the movie ended. You can read about it here, but basically this chick lost her memory because of a tragic accident. More specifically, she lost 18 months worth of memories, which included the time she first met, dated and married her husband. The dude didn't give up on her though. For several years, he tried to help her regain her memory. It never came back. Even so, they have been married for over 20 years now and have two kids. How? She fell in love with him again. There's no doubt about it, those two are soulmates.

Such an amazing story is inspiring. The dude is so great for not giving up on his wife, who even once said she hated him.

Guys, if there's a girl you really totally love, don't let her go, ever.

Oh so anyway, the film. I loved it. I recommend it totally just cos it has Channing Tatum in it. He's awesome.

The day after Tote

I slept on the top bunk bed in the guest room of Pom's house. Jam slept on the lower. Pom slept on the floor. I woke up first, and realised I was sleeping on my phone. Knowing that the two were deep sleepers, I climbed down the ladder, not caring whether they would hear or not. Like I thought, they didn't wake up from the squeaky sound of the bunk bed.

I went to have a quick wee and proceeded to go into Pom's room to type up the Tote post. When I finished, I went back to the guest room to find that Jam was awake. We chatted for a while and then discussed how to get out the house. Basically, Pom didn't tell his mom we were staying over, so we tried to sneak out without her knowing. Our first plan was to jump out the window. I was actually up for it until I realised it was actually kinda high. Also, my shoes were in the house. Jam came up with a great plan, but before that I have to explain the situation.

Jam and Pom's families were gonna have a meal in Birmingham, and they invited me to go. This was going to happen at 12PM. It was 9AM at the time when we discussed the plan. The problem was, Jam's car was at Hench's house. Jam texted Hench asking him to pick him up to his house to get his car back. The problem with that was Jam's car was blocking Hench's car. Screwed, I decided to go with Jam to Hench's house by bus.

Now back to the plan: Jam suggested that Pom open the front door, then Jam and I would run out quickly, then go back in and pretend we'd just arrived. It was a good plan, but executing it was risky. The stairs creak and the door is loud when it opens. Pom managed to get downstairs and unlock the door quietly. His mom spotted him apparently, and he came back to us saying 'There's no point doing this, my mom knows you're here'. We walked downstairs in shame. Pom's mom explained that she knew because Pom wasn't sleeping in his room. She then said 'You should have told me! I would have got the duvets ready'. It was an unexpected reaction.

So with that, Jam and I left to try and get his car and drive to the restaurant by 12PM. To catch the bus, we had to walk to town which took about 40 minutes. We couldn't catch the bus because we had no change, even in Pom's house. After the long trek, we extracted money from the ATM. Feeling hungry, we then decided to go to the cafe opposite. It's called Jenny's. The place looked pretty cool, and the guy who served us looked like Robert Downey Jr. David ordered the Olympic Breakfast and I got traditional. It was actually really nice! Realising we'd spent too much time there, we hurried to find the bus stop. Unfortunately, the next bus was in 45 minutes. We found a bench nearby and just sat there and talked. We talked about how funny it would be if we never spoke to each other again in university.

Finally, the bus arrived and we got on it. There was just a small problem. We didn't know where to get off to get to Hench's house. In order to find out, Jam whipped out both his iPhones and inputted Hench's address in them. He lent me one so that we could both keep track of where we were using GPS. At this point, we realised there was no way to get to the restaurant in time. We got off the bus when it got as near to the destination as possible. Using our combined instincts and skills, we braved long roads, hot weather and jealously of sexy houses and cars before reaching Hench's house. Remembering that there were two front doors, and they only answered the left one, we knocked. It was about 10 minutes before the door opened. Hench probably got lost whilst trying to look for the front door. Or maybe he was underground a few floors. It's probably take me a day to visit every room in his house.

Inside, we were treated with great hospitality. Hench offered us drinks and snacks and we just chatted for a long time. The conversations were interesting and educational. I learnt that love is a complicated thing, and it often never goes your way... Er, anyway.

We left after a couple of hours. Jam said to me 'stripeytofu, why didn't we go to the restaurant first with Pom's mom, then go Hench's house to collect my car? That way, we could have saved money from breakfast and bus fare'. It was true.

Tote

Yesterday, there was a school event at 7PM called Tote (short for Taste of the East, but cool people call it Tote). I started the day by playing PS3 when I should have been preparing for the second part of my art exam. Anyway, I still had no idea what to wear. In the end, I wore my skinny jeans and a shirt/cardigan thing. They were combined so I couldn't take the cardigan off. After I got dressed, I tried to style my hair. But I hadn't done it in so long, I'd lost the skills. My hair was also too long and it kept going back down. The sun didn't help either, it melted the wax and my hair looked normal.

I arrived in Walsall by bus and met up with Jam outside Poundland. He was wearing casual clothing and said to me he was planning to buy new clothes in town. During that time, Hench and Victory kept calling us. We were running pretty late and Pom was counting on Jam to take him to Hench's house. Oh yeah, I forgot to say we were gonna go to his house first for a 'session'.

We got there in the end after Jam bought all his clothes and vodka. We had an hour to chill so Hench decided to make us play a game called Ring of Fire. I really really did not want to play, but I eventually gave in to peer pressure. I took 3 shots in total, which was 1000 times too much my limit. The last time I drank was 2 years ago and I really didn't like the experience. To make matters worst, Hench crushed my special white glasses I bought from HK. I had so many memories with them. What a douche. He was also the one who made me drink all the shots even though I protested. He's still a good friend though. We arrived pretty early at school, and met up with Rucksack, Keyhole, Yoghurt and Ninja. I was still extremely tipsy at that time, and kept asking random questions. It's weird cos I could think alright, but couldn't control my actions. I thought it'd go away after a couple of hours but no, it lasted about four. Crazy stuff. I don't think people like me when I'm drunk so I vow that I won't drink vodka again from now on.

Miss my glasses...

A little bit later, the Indian girls sat down on the table next to us: Armpit, Zumba, Seaman, Hammer, Summers and Dimples. Oh, and Udon. Udon looked funny cos her tights had little black hearts on them. The others were dressed in Indian clothes and everyone looked really pretty.

Me and Hammer :)

The starters came and they were nice, but freakin' spicy! I can take spiciness but it was just unexpected. I asked Sunmers what she thought of the food and she said it wasn't spicy at all. Man, spicy food must taste bland to Indian people. Just kidding.

Later, two women from the dance group 'Desi Nach' asked people to go on the dance floor and learn a dance. Me and Victory went up along with some guys and Armpit and Zumba. It was a new experience to say the least. I definitely wouldn't have done it without alcohol in my body. With my new moves, I tried my best to fit in with all the Indian people who were naturally good at dancing to Indian music. It often got really hot and stuffy, so I took regular breaks outside in the chilly air.

Afterwards in the queue to get food, the two 'Desi Nach' women were in front of me, and asked if I was dancing with them before when they were teaching. I was like 'Yeah, but I can't dance at all' and they were like 'We can't dance either' and I was like 'No! You guys were amazing up there!' and then took a picture with them. When I collected my food (served by some good friends in the year below), I sat down and started to eat, but then Victory (who I think got a little tipsy and went crazy) slapped me and pulled me up and told me to go dance. I sighed and went with him. I can't say I'm a good dancer, but in a worse Indian dancer. I mean, in a club, you could literally dance however you want, but if you didn't do Indian moves here, you'd stand out. I couldn't exactly do the wave or the running man or shuffling there. I was parched and needed water, but some assholes stuck black bin bags over the water dispensers. One theory was that the bar was making no money and forced us to buy water from them. What did they expect when they moved the age limit to buy alcohol to 21? Most of us were 18 or younger.

At one point, I told my friend Meerkat to infiltrate this group of four Indian girls with me by dancing with them. 5 minutes later though, Meerkat was nowhere to be seen. I asked the girls of they wanted a photo using my sexy camera, but three of them rejected and that one girl wasn't gonna take a picture by herself. Annoyed, I just walked away.

The night finally ended and DNA (Jam, Pom and me) said our goodbyes. Jam and I were gonna stay at Pom's house for the night because Tote ended at 11PM and my buses stopped running then, I think. When we got to Pom's house, we checked the photos and found we took about 300 photos. I didn't even take half of those. We tried uploading them straight away but the computer couldn't handle uploading 1.8GB worth of photos.

I'd say it was quite fun, but not worth my £16! I could have went clubbing instead, or watched 4 films at AMC, or got 3 Big Mac meals or saved it up or whatever. Oh well, it was my last year of school so I thought might as well.

Gate-crashing an Indian wedding

This Saturday, there is an event at school called Tote. It stands for 'Taste of the East' but only cool people call it Tote. I was talking to Victory, Short J and Tall J about it in maths.

SJ and TJ said it was a waste of money since you could experience the same thing for free by gate-crashing an Indian wedding. They explained that it would be alright to go without knowing anyone because since the two families still don't know each other yet, they'd think you were part of the other family. So basically the bridegroom's family will think you're part of the bride's family, and vice versa. I am totally up for this plan, it'd be a fun and wild idea. The only problem I can think of is that I'm Chinese. But maybe if I take some Indian friends with me, it'd be less suspicious. I'd have to formulate a plan before going.

This actually reminded me of a film I watched ages ago. It was called Wedding Crashers. In it, the two main characters actually went gate-crashed weddings and ate food and danced and slept with the bridesmaids. I can so see that happening to me.

If I ever do this, I hope to vlog it too. It would be so jokes. Anyone want to do it with me?

Tabasco chocolate

Being a human with some Vietnamese blood, I can withstand spicy food to a degree. What kind of degree? Let's just say Tabasco is nothing to me. I literally drink the stuff when I'm thirsty.

Nah I don't really, but it seems like all the Vietnamese people in my family eat spicy stuff without breaking a sweat. I can't take it as much as the full blooded Viets, but I still enjoy Tabasco in my food now and then.

I'm so hardcore I eat TABASCO chocolate!

Stuff like wasabi don't affect me as much as other people. I used to eat spicy food like, practically ALL the time, but I cut down on it a couple of years back cos it gave me loads of spots. That's why when you see me these days, my skin is flawless! I'm just joking, but I have no spots now.

This reminds me of the day I went to an Indian restaurant with my family, and my dad asked for a hot curry. After he tasted the dish, he asked the waiter if they hand anything hotter. They brought out another dish but my dad still wasn't satisfied. He asked for hottest curry they had my dad's reply to it was 'it's okay'.

Speaking of hot stuff, I recently had a crush on Playmate Sara Jean Underwood.

My life is going downhill

Everything is going bad at the moment. Seriously, EVERYTHING. It's been So stressful, I just wanna sleep forever. I'm so stressed and upset that I'm gonna blog about it and make you guys read it. Sorry in advance.

Resits results
I did TERRIBLE. Well, actually it made no difference since only the exams with the highest marks counted. But to think that all that money to pay for the resits had to go to waste like that... This summer is my last chance to get good grades to get into university.

Art
Art has taken such a big toll on me. I can't draw very quickly so I'm always behind everything. Plus the fact that I don't actually do any work is unhelpful too. The exam is next Friday so I'll have to do as much work as possible before then.

Mom
My mom has been constantly yelling at me lately. Not that I know what she's yelling about though, it's like my ears automatically stop listening as soon as her mouth opens. I can faintly hear something about 'bad grades' and 'university' and 'clearance'. I seriously cannot stand her shouting voice anymore.

External hard drive
My brother dropped my 2TB external hard drive and it broke. I did not care for most of the things on it, but all my years of porn that I collected were on it. The worst thing I reckon is that all my piano compositions were on there, and now they're all gone. GONE! I'll need to compose from scratch now.

Crush
Was gonna write something but actually, no comment.

I guess compared to some people, this is nothing. I know some people who are seriously fighting depression but here I am just complaint about the tiniest of things. In that sense, I feel really selfish, but I just needed to vent out some of my problems.

A letter to my future self

Dear future me,

How's it going? You must be about 25 now? You pimping it hard? You better be cos then I'll be able to sleep comfortably every night knowing I'll be an awesome player.

How are things in the future? Are there any spaceships yet? Hoverboards? Self tying shoes?

Gosh, I can't wait till I am you. Well technically I am, but I mean time wise. They say teenage years are the best years, can you confirm that that is true? Because I'm really not feeling the greatness of it. It's so stressful and complicated. So many unhappy things happen. I hope you're having a way better time than me. You better be happy cos if you're not, I'm gonna travel through time and kick your ass! I'm not going through all this stress and unhappiness just so that you can carry on stressing. No, I want you to be happy. Remember, you only live once. Make the most out of your life. If you've just split up with your girlfriend, get over her and go clubbing. If you've just lost your job, pack your suitcase and go on a road trip with your friends. If you're really successful and what I'm saying is pointless, then.... awkward!

By the way, how is Soup? Is he mature yet? I can't wait till he's older so that I can actually talk to him like a close friend and chill in town with him and that. I want him to make fit friends so that I can be friends with them. The Soup now is antisocial and doesn't talk to other people, so I hope you do something about it if he's still like that.

Oh yeah, is Final Fantasy XXII out yeah? I hope they're still my favourite game series.

I think that's about it really. Write back to me when you can. It'd be awesome to see your replies to this letter. Wait, what if there's no more Internet in your time? I better write this out in paper and keep it to myself. Anyhow, I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing now. Maybe I'll write to you again later.

Love, Andy.

PS: If for whatever reason you haven't been keeping in contact with your family anymore, go pick up the phone and call them. Family is precious.

I was a girl in my past life

It's 1:46 in the morning at the moment. I can't get to sleep and I have nothing to do, so I thought I'd write a post about my feminism. The thing is, I'm pretty open with my feminism, but people mistake it for homosexuality. Let me clarify one thing:

I AM STRAIGHT. 100% STRAIGHT. I like girls.

It's funny how loads of guys call me a pimp, while loads of girls call me a gay. How ironic. Well, that's probably how it looks from the outside. I used to hang out with a ton of girls and guys would think I'm 'on it' while all those girls would ask me to be their gay best friend. Most likely, I'm just in the friend zone, a topic I'd like to cover sometime in the future. Anyways, the thing is, some people think I'm gay cos of the things I do and the things I wear.

I've actually been told my several people that I was probably a girl in my past life. Not gonna lie, can't disagree with that. I was probably an Andrea. I hope I was fit.

Not gonna go into too much detail but:

What I wear

I own a jacket, which I think is made for girls. You see, the zip on a guys jacket is on the right. It's on the left for a girls jacket. My stripey jacket's zip is on the left. I also have a bag which is supposedly a girls bag. I bought it cos it's really cool. I mean, it's got real working speakers that play songs when you connect your iPod to it!

What I say
Loads of guys do this. They compliment other guys saying stuff like 'He's pretty fit actually' or 'Look at his muscles! So defined!'. For some reason though, when I say it, it's gay. Well, people said that at first, but now they're used to it. I mean, c'mon, Ryan Reynolds!

What I don't understand is why is it alright for girls to call other girls 'sexy', but it's totally weird if a guy said it to another?

Erm actually, I'm only gonna write this much because when I go back and read what I've written, it makes me sound even more gay which is the complete opposite of what I want to achieve.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

My weaknesses

Although most of you probably think I'm totally super awesome, I do, unfortunately possess several weaknesses.

Creepy crawlies

This is a common fear among many people. I am in that group of people. I don't hate insects, but when I get close to them, I can't help but freak out. I mean, it's not their fault. I don't blame them. It's just, when they're close, and you can see their littles hairs and their little fangs, it's just ew! When they crawl on your body and it's ticklish and your body reacts by twisting and dancing. They're so gross, and I can't seem to muster the courage to just pick them up and throw them away. I don't even kill them by smacking them with a newspaper or something cos I don't want insect juices all over the place. My technique is to trap them with an empty bottle, crush it, and then recycle the bottle. Smoothness.

Poor memory


I suffer from short term memory loss. I don't really know if I do, but I like to think that I am because it solves many of my problems. I forget a lot of things. For example, when I tell someone a story, they always say 'Andy, you've already told me this story already' and I'm like 'Oh, really? Sorry...' but then the next day, I just repeat the same thing. I mean, I can't help it! I can't remember who I've told it to and who I haven't.

It's also why I forget to hand in homework.

Trust

I think this is my greatest weakness. I trust people too easily, and before I realise it, I get screwed over. Not saying any examples but I seem to instantly assume people will be good friends with me if I'm good friends with them. I had to learn the hard way that that isn't true at all. Especially girls, it always feels like I'm being lead on, only to find out it was nothing more than fiction. Recently I've been better at being more cautious of who to trust when making new friends, so if you see me kinda backing away and not talking... it's cos of that.

Fit girls


Despite what I said above, fit girls are fit. Even my friends say 'If a fit girl asked you to do something, you'd definitely do it!'. Yeah it's true, I guess, it's like, in my genes. I can't help it!

The meaning of dreams

Recently, I've been remembering a lot of my dreams. I think behind every dream is a meaning.

The giralimo

The earliest dream I can remember went a little like this: I was riding a giraffe to my cousin's house.

The meaning - the giraffe represents a limo; long neck, long car. This means sometime in the future, I'm going to drive a limo to my cousin's house.

The honey filled larvae

In this dream, I was on a school trip with my primary school friends. We were in some sort of garden when the teacher suddenly stopped us, and pointed on the floor. There I saw a whitish but translucent giant larvae. It was kinda wriggling about but couldn't really because it was completely filled with a yellow substance. I poked it and honey came out.

The meaning - from this dream, I worked out that the insect signified evil and the honey signified my love. Also, since the dream took place in a garden, I can conclude that when I have a wife, she'll be captured by evil people on a field but then I'll poke them and save her. Good thing my dream told me this before it actually happens so I can prepare.

Flying through the streets


The title explains it all. I was actually flying through the streets. Well, more like running through the air? You know how the kung fu masters in Chinese films like, run really quickly through the air? It was like that. Watch Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon if you don't know what I mean.

The meaning - I'm gonna run really quickly through the air.

Chocolate nipples


Not gonna lie, I actually dreamt about boobies. But they were kinda weird. It started like this: my cousin once told me that if you think really hard about something at night, you'll dream about it. I, being the little perverted prick I was when puberty hit, decided to try it out, thinking super hard about boobies. Sure enough, the dream happened except it was a bit odd.

I'm being really brave here by confessing what I did in my dream. I tried to reach out and touch the boobies in front of me, but when I touched them, the nipples came off! I picked one of them up, and they turned out to be those chocolate iced gems you used to buy in the supermarket. Do they still do those? Not that I'd get them anymore. They make me think of nipples.

Chocolate nipples...

The meaning - Sometimes, what you see isn't what you get. Don't be deceived by good looking things. It's like a mirage in a desert. You think that it's an oasis, but when you get there, you'll just be disappointed. I think this dream has already foretold some of the things that have happened to me. Like when I walk towards a fit girl I see in the distance, only to find out she's not really. Freakin' chocolate nipples

Interview at the University of Manchester

Instead of going to school yesterday, I went to Manchester instead. I just realised I wrote 'instead' twice, but it looks funny so I'm going to leave it.

Anyway, I went there with my parents because I had an interview at the university to see if they would offer me a place there to study this September. Honestly, I was a bit nervous. I don't have much experience with interviews and I didn't really know what to expect even after asking my friends and researching on the Internet.

I arrived in Manchester with my parents at around 11am. For some reason, I was daydreaming in the middle of the road. A car coming behind me had to slow down for me to realise what I was doing, and I cooly walked out the way. My cousin Beef, who already goes to that uni, came to meet me as he had just finished a morning lecture. He had to go after showing me where to go though. Oh, before that, I bought some soft mints so that the interviewer may be impressed. When I arrived at the destination, the lecturer came over and asked for my name so he could tick me off. He then asked if I was nervous and I replied 'Can't say I'm not' and he said 'I'll let you in a little secret, we've actually already considered you for an offer. The interview is just to see whether you like it or not'. I thought CHILLING!

The first part of the day required me to go on a small tour of the area surrounding the uni. I gotta say, it seemed pretty good. Very convenient. 5 minutes was all you needed to be able to walk from the building to many different shops, to the library, to the museum and the aquatics. They even had a music building where you can borrow a room to practice in, or have instrumental lessons.

My mom told me to talk to some of the other interviewees, but they all looked really nerdy. I mean, I don't mind but I just didn't feel like it. Before the interview, there were a few talks from computer science lecturers. I went up to this guy and introduced myself but I forgot his name now. He seemed like an alright guy. How come it's so easy to talk to guys but not girls?! This other larger dude came over later, and us three were the only 'acquaintances'. Everyone else was just silent. The talks went on and when I was called for the interview, I found out that my interviewer was a Chinese man. LOL. He was nicknamed KK by the students and the other lecturers for some reason. I never found out why.

For the actual interview, it was really unexpected. The only question he asked me was:

Do you have any questions to ask me?


I had more trouble thinking of questions! I just asked random things like 'How's the city? What's the course like? Are there any fit girls here?'

Alright so I didn't ask the last one, but it was just like a chat, so easy. With this offer, I now have all five offers from all the universities I applied for, which is totally super awesome! Now I just need the grades.

I can't wait to go Manchester, UNI GIRLS!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

My future kids

I've thought about this for some time. When I'm older and married, I want some kids. More specifcally:
a boy
a girl
twin boys
a boy
a girl
twin boys and girls
and last of all, a girl.

If you ask me why in that many, and in that order, I'd just say it'd be a pretty cool family. And also, when they're older enough to make money, I think I'd be pretty rich.

Alright alright, that's never gonna happen (unless I adopt?). More realistically, I want two boys and a girl. I want two boys so that they can protect the girl, and a girl cos baby girls are cute. Dunno what I'm gonna do with her when she's older though. Maybe make her marry a rich dude so I get even more money. I'm just kidding, I don't really care about money.

If I do have two boys and a girl, I want to call them Luke, Leia and Chewie. I'm not gonna explain this reference if you don't get it...

I'm thankful for...

For this post, I'd like to just write about the things I'm thankful for in life. I've never really appreciated what I've had before, and I wanna just do this now before I forget.


My family


My family is what I'm thankful for the most. I admit, sometimes I take them for granted. I don't give them the respect they deserve. I let them down so many times, but they've never once given up on me. That's what families are for; they support you no matter what. My dad is an amazing guy, and my granddad is just as amazing. In one of my future posts, I'll tell you about how they survived the Vietnam War and ended up in the UK. When I heard about it, I thought it was like a film. It seemed so unreal, and I'm sure I couldn't have held it together during all the suffering they experienced.

My grandma has always been so nice to me. I've sometimes found her annoying, but she's only doing it for my own good. She's had a sad history, but she's an extremely strong-willed woman. She's been through so much, but never broke down even once. One time during a holiday to Vietnam, she even got hit by a car. She had to stay in hospital for a few days and had a titanium rod inserted into her leg for support.

My mom had to begin working at her family owned tea shop at 12 years old. She has had a much better childhood compared to my dad's, but is still very tough compared to the childhood I've had. Maybe it is because of this that she is so harsh on me. Ever since I could think, she's always been a scary and strict woman, but as I got older I began to understand the reason behind it. Yes, she is still very strict but it is completely for my own good. We're both very stubborn so we end up disagreeing with each other a lot, but I'm usually wrong. Without my mom, I think I'd probably fail as a person.

Although I argue with my brother a lot, we do get along very well. I can't wait till he's older and more mature. I'm sure we'll be very great friends.

I'm thankful for my family and all my relatives who are also really really nice.

My friends

I've had many friends over the course of my life, and I'm thankful for every one that I've met. Along with my family, they've made me who I am. I thank them for encouraging me and giving me advice through hard times, and being with me during happy times. I've had some incredible experiences and adventures with lots of different friends, and some of them were the most exciting times of my life.

Chicken wings


I absolutely love chicken wings! It's my favourite food. I'm thankful that I get to eat it occasionally, and I'm even more thankful that my mom and grandma can make some of the best chicken wings around!

My hair

I'm thankful that my hair is naturally straight and thick. It means I don't have to spend a long time trying to stylise it and preparing to go town. Also, it attracts the ladies hehe.

Blogger


Blogger allows me to express my emotions and thoughts, and share with people my experiences. I'm thankful for that and also for when I'm older because I can go back on stripeytofu.blogspot.com and read what I wrote many years ago.

I planned to write much much more, but this post was more difficult to write than I had anticipated. I'm thankful for many more things, but I'll leave this for now.


What are you thankful for?

Valentine's day

A day of love and joy.

Personally, I've never spent this day being in a relationship. It's always been kind of one way (last year, I spent it with Jessica Alba, except she didn't know (I'm just joking by the way..)).

Truthfully, this is the day when all guys become broke trying to impress their partners with expensive dinners, gifts and roses. Unless you don't really care, then maybe you won't spend any money at all. Wait, do girls buy things for guys on this day too? See, I'm really clueless about this kinda thing.

I suppose this year, I will spend it watching 2010's Valentine's Day, because both Jessica Alba and my current love, Taylor Swift are in it, even though in the film, they're both snogging other guys. But oh well. Ashton Krutcher I can forgive since he's so awesome, but Taylor Lautner? Seriously he's just.. eww. How could Swifty even date that guy?

Did I ever tell you about that time a girl in my primary school gave me a box of Malteasers on V-day? She said I could have it under the condition that I go on a date with her. I never did, and she was clearly upset. She let me keep the chocolate though, and I ate it when I for home. Man what a dick I was. Forreals, back then I probably couldn't even tell the difference between boy and girl. Actually, probably wasn't that bad.

Anyhow, all you people with dates on the special day, have a nice romantic evening with your loved ones. Don't worry about your money, it'll be worth it. And all you single people. Celebrate being single while you still can.

Hong Kong 2012

This summer, I am going to Hong Kong for a month with my friend Victory. This is the first time I've ever been 3 years in a row, so I don't actually go that often! I've also never been that long before. I don't know whether it's gonna get boring or not, but at the moment I am very excited! There's still about 5 months left till I go, but I'm still excited. We're gonna get girls, get drunk, get laid.. Jokes. But maybe. I mean, who knows what will happen?

We've planned some days out already. During the first week, we will go to a strip club called Club Bboss. It's actually spelt with two B's, and we pronounce it 'Buh-boss' but I'm not sure if that's how you actually say it. We're also gonna explore the mountains. There's loads of mountains in Hong Kong, and I haven't been to any of them.

http://www.club-bboss.com/eng/wel.html

Jam may also be going Hong Kong, and if he does, we're gonna take girls back to his apartment because this time his dad's not here! It's gonna be so fun!

I'm hoping to record videos everyday, and then upload the ones that are interesting on to YouTube, while I am actually there, so you can see what I'm up to! The days before I go to Hong Kong may the last time I see some of my friends, so of you think you'll miss me, just watch my videos!

I was so embarrassed!

It was just a normal statistics lesson. We were watching YouTube videos and chatting (that's a typical stats lesson) when suddenly, Kal who was sitting next to me, suggested that we should watch my YouTube videos. I was so scared! I'd lose my dignity! I did some embarrassing things in my first videos. Unfortunately for me, they watched this one. I turned red in the face, and ran out the room before the video started. I was just chilling by myself and leaning against the wall, but that soon got boring. I walked back in and it was only halfway through the video. Thankfully, the teacher asked for the video to be stopped. He also said he'd subscribe, but he still hasn't.

My dream girl

I've been asked this question several times: what type of girl do you prefer? I've never given a straight answer, but after all this time, here is my reply:

Spontaneous. I like girls who are spontaneous. Girls who think out of the box, who are unique and aren't afraid to show it. She is who she is and she doesn't care what everyone else thinks of her. I think that that is what appeals to me the most, a girl's confidence. I trust that is also the same for girls? Girls like confident guys.I like girls who are outgoing, unlike me. I like girls who can stand up for themselves (mostly because I can't.. just kidding). I probably sound like such a wuss now, but that isn't really the case. If I loved my girlfriend, I'd protect her will all my life. Sounds so cheesy, but it's true. Probably.

Anyway, besides her spontaneous personality, my dream girl would be pretty. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a shallow guy. I know I shouldn't, but it can't be helped. My standards aren't too high. You guys must think I'm a douche now... I'm just saying, girls should care a little about how they look, as first appearances are really important. Not so much make up that it disguises who you are, but not so little care that there's leftover pizza on your face. It's actually more difficult to explain in words. It makes so much sense in my head though. Does anyone understand me?

According to Jam, I like girls with dyed hair. I guess this is true, most of the girls I've had a crush on do have dyed hair. Apparently I also like girls who are 'cute'. I wouldn't say that these kind of girls are my type though.

If I had to choose a girl closest to fitting my type, it would be Zara. She's a fictional character in the romantic comedy film Kissing Cousins. Portrayed by English-Indian actress, Rebecca Hazlewood, Zara is definitely the kind of girl I want to date. Honest, open and kind. She's also really cool, someone is wanna hang out with all the time. I reckon with her, not a day would be boring. Wow I did not expect so much cheese in this post.

I watched this on YouTube

Well, there you go. A detailed post describing my dream girl. I haven't met anyone like this yet (actually, maybe once but you'll never know who she is mwuhahaha). Obviously this doesn't mean I limit myself to what kind of girl I date, after all, you can't choose who you love. Anything could happen.

Here are some nice photos of Rebecca Hazlewood, my latest actress crush:

At first I didn't think she was pretty at all, but then I opened my eyes...