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.