O hay?!

I think I'd like to blog during my China trip, sooo here I am, after seven months of hushed isolation, I've returned to j-play. =/

Lol it's really just an excuse to type on my brand new HP Mini netbook, and camwhore lots for everyone to see. :)

Hope there's accessible wifi where I'm going.

Ugh...

I was on door tonight at work and Daybreakers just came out. It's 18A so I have to card people who don't look over 18. I was lazy and didn't want a bunch of people on my ass so I was fairly lenient. I just let a bunch of what looked like college chicks in when these Asians whom I see at Henderson all the time came up. I don't know them, but it seems like I know all about them. There always seems to be gossip about how they got crunk and high and they smoke and they're like 3 feet tall and supa badass and they shoplift and they think they're so cool. I hate them. They're Sanrio-branded vermin to me. But they're friends with my Asian friends and I didn't want them to loudly bitch about what a square I am (Asians are fucking obnoxious), so I let them through without a word, even though I knew they're lg's and lb's.

The movie ended, and the everyone left the theatre, and I happened to overhear those brats pass by and loudly cackle that "...dude like FIVE people got in! Yeah nothing happened we just WALKED IN!!1! ..." Goddammit.

I'm never gonna not be a bitch again. D<

Back to Black

After much pressure from my peers, and out of a little curiosity of my own, I decided to dye my hair black. I bought a box of harsh chemical goodness from my local Save-Ons last night and promptly rubbed its magic all over my scalp before showering and going to bed.

The art of hair-colouring has and, I believe, always will be a mystery to me. I've been taking on this daunting task since the fateful day in grade 9 when I courageously and rebelliously bought a box of purple colour mousse (without permission!) and made the biggest mess in my bathroom ever. Even though it made my towels and bathroom fixtures look like they'd witnessed the slaughter of a thousand baby koalas, the first try didn't even make a noticeable difference in my hair, and I began to dare myself to go bolder from then on. I still have remnants of some past hair-colouring experiments/abortions. I keep them because they make me feel like a professional, like I could mix them and swatch them if I so desired, but mostly to remind myself never to go back to that colour again, since the new hue it gives my hair has never exactly matched the one on the box.

I don't recall being in my natural hair colour since grade 9, and that is far beyond my stretch of memory, as well as the memories of even my closest friends. If I ever bring up the subject of my hair in conversation (and it happens often; I fish for compliments like Darrell fishes for awkward homo erotica) my friends always tell me that I should dye it black, for the simple reason that they've forgotten what I look like with a natural hair colour. =/ Because I'm an incredibly narcissistic individual, and believed that doing what others wanted would send more compliments my way, I finally did it. I went back to being natural.

But I don't feel very natural.

I woke up this morning to menacing jet black strands framing a horrified facial expression in the mirror. It was too dark and uneven and it made my hair look like a wig reminiscent of Amy Lee (Evanescence, don't let the azn last name fool you), and it didn't make me feel like the princess I was when I had caramel-coloured locks. I abhorred my hair this morning, and I had a an inkling that everyone else shared my sentiments when they gawked at me upon arriving at school. I actually felt like such a goth chick, and was absolutely bewildered when people told me it was natural and Asian and it looks very nice. I think that a people's appearances reflects a lot of who they are and how they are feeling. That's why nice people are generally cleanly and smell good and rainbows follow them. It's also why I turn into a bitch when I look like a vampire, black hair blood-red nails and all. =/

I also did horribly on that chem quiz so I wouldn't be surprised if my skin turns white and fangs pop out within the next few days. Blood-bearers, beware.

Caffeine is not my friend

I'm so fucking tired right now.

I had about 3 hours of sleep since last last night. I was working Far Coast and I drank all this coffee and when it came time for bed I couldn't sleep, for once. I stayed up until about 6:30am and then the alarm rang at 9:00am, and I was maaaaad. Dx But it didn't surprise me too much since coffee was supposed to be a stimulant O_O just that they never work on me. I was super sleepy when I got up this morning after a night of reading and surfing random pr0n sites, but I had to get ready, since I was meeting Stanley <33333 this afternoon for a movie.

We went and saw The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. It was really good, despite/because of the fact that it was extremely confusing. All the characters had their own personalities and behaved fairly realistically, albeit very childishly and humorously. Lol it was also pretty refreshing to watch a movie that's almost grossly "british", and didn't idealize all-americanism like most other Hollywood abortions-on-film. =]

Winter break is almost over, but I'm not quite done with squeezing all the fun out of it yet. Facetrade tomorrow, then slumber partyyyy-- Super excitement yaaaaaa. >D

Recap Ramblings

Ugh. I've been working every day since Christmas and it's been busier than it has been all year. In fact, December 27 was the busiest day of the year, with over 7000 stupid people through Silvershitty doors. I saw about a half a dozen people I knew that night, and someone else happened to see me, coincidentally, while I was knee-deep in popcorn and sweat and tears. Sigh I always have the bestest/ugliest moments right when I also happen to be the most impressionable. I wish I was just pretty all the time, no more and no less. But more badass, because nobody sees me as anything more than an innocent little Asian girl, and that sucks total ass because people think they can take advantage of you since you don't know English. =/

I realized that this one guy whom I've served popcorn to on numerous occasions also happens to do piercings and tattoos for many of the girls at Silvershitty. I'd love to be one of those skankazoids. I've been talking to Sahar all day and I found out about all these good deals they get from this guy. He happens to be a total pervert but then again he only charged her $40 for a tongue piercing! I'd love to get a tongue piercing for $40! We sorta made plans to go get them from him come the end of January; I'll get a tongue piercing (and maybe sternum) and she'll get a tattoo with microdermals on her hip. I think I'd want to meet this guy first of all but it pretty much seems like a done deal. I'm super excited to get everything done, and even though I feel like slapping myself for becoming a materialistic bitch, I fall right back into this strange state of mind. At least I don't love Taylor Lautner...

I'm so fucking behind in school. I have to finish reading two books, reread Oedipus, draw a political cartoon for History, and learn Solutions from Chem 11. NONE OF THOSE THINGS ARE DONE. And I already made plans for every day in the next five days before school starts again. I feel a little overwhelmed when I think about it, but then again, I don't really think about it. Self-discipline should be so much more important to me, but everything else is pretty damn important too, like this sweater I'm gonna buy off Facebook which will make me feel like a teddy bear. That's pretty effing important, guys. xD

Stalkers, how have your winter breaks been?

Why Avatar Sucked Ass -spoilers-

I finally caved into peer pressure from all around (friends, Facebook, movie-goers at work) and went to see Avatar earlier tonight. I had to sit waaaay up front (not only because someone was late) due to the immense popularity it's enjoyed since its premiere. I came into the theatre with huge expectations since I've yet to hear anything bad about the movie. I knew that the plot was going to be a bit thin but it didn't seem to bother anyone else who'd seen it, and I've read reviews by people whom I thought were just as discriminating as I.

As the movie began to unfold, I was enthralled by the graphics, like woweezorz. But of course, everyone was wowee-ing over it, which is why it was so strongly anticipated. I even gave up checking out the hot guy sitting near me in order to give it my full attention. Unlike others, however, I didn't find myself to be within the story. I pretty much had the entire plot mapped out in my head before I even got to the theatre, so it was kind of hard to connect with the characters and allow the story to emotionally move me. I mean, the avatar guy clumsily makes way into Na'vi community, him and blue girl are forced together, girl falls for him, guy falls for Na'vi way of life, betrays his own people, they go to war, they co exist happily ever after for some reason. Aren't all movies like that?

They totally are and I forgot it was the reason why I hardly ever watch movies.

I couldn't even enjoy the amazing 3D-ness for the latter half because the story was just so BAD. Everything about it pissed me off: how the avatar guy got so mature and Superman all of a sudden, how the girl went from wise to slutteeehhhh for avatar guy, how the Earth-people started becoming more and more evil and the Na'vi more accepting, and how amazingly unrealistic everything is, like how the good guys just don't ever seem to die already. I think that if they only showed the movie up to halfway when the Earth-people ran the bulldozers and the Na'vi were all sad, Avatar would have had a perfect ending to a great movie. It would have exhibited a story not unlike our treatment of the North American native people and reinforced what we should have learned from its history. Instead, we end up watching the Na'vi rise up against the bad Earth people because the Na'vi are a far superior race (heil aryan avatar?) and they manage to vanquish Earth people's fighter jets with bows and arrows and dragons because they're more in touch with nature? WAT THE SHIT?!

In conclusion, if you're a fan of Disney/Robin Williams/Tim Allen/bad actors, you will love/would have loved this movie. If you're a hopeless romantic and you genuinely believe that love will conquer all, Avatar will confirm that belief and make you feel fantastic for the state of humanity.

On the other hand, if you're Jamie or one of the few who are somewhere close, this movie will kick you in the nuts like no other. Actually it kicks you in the same manner as most other happy-ending cheesy movies do, but Avatar will kick you repeatedly for three fucking hours, in 3-D!!1! You will experience quite the soreness upon leaving the theatre, with intense urges to laugh, vomit, and blow up all at the same time. I think my first words were something like "BWAHAHAHAHAAAA THAT WAS THE WORSTEST MOVIE EVERRR OMG IT WAS SOOO HORRIBLE SHIIIIBAAAAAHHH" and then I got dirty looks from everyone else, probably because the movie was actually quite great in reality.

And that is a brief description of my feelings towards the movie Avatar. Please comment on how wrong I am like everyone else has been doing, by clicking on the comment link below.

Aww... <3

I just sat down in the back of the 169 on my usual way to work when a large, very scary man with many many piercings and fierce green hair, came and sat in the row across from me. He gave me the most menacing stare I've ever had the pleasure of receiving, and every time my eyes met his, my gaze would dart away as if it burnt to look there. I was a little frightened since he kept looking over, and I kept pondering whether it was too late to change seats. Of course it was; he'd know it was because I got offended from his looks and happened to be rude enough to flee. Why did he keep looking over?!

After a couple of stops he leaned over towards me, and held out his cell phone to show me the screen. It read "YOU ARE SUPER PRETTY. :)"

And my face scrunched up in embarrassment and joy, turned the shade of eggplant, as I feebly mouthed a thank-you. For the rest of the ride to work, I couldn't look at him. I turned away and pretended to sleep, resentful that I didn't return the favour and write something on my phone back to him, remorseful that it was much too late and would make me seem like I was trying to flirt.

I tried to say goodbye before getting off, but he was talking on the phone and didn't look my way. The guilt still rides on my mind as I am in debt to his acknowledgement. It proves to me that I'm very socially-awkward, even though I kept trying to tell myself otherwise. I admire him greatly for the balls to show me how he feels, because it's something I've yet been able to pull off. I can't even talk to a stranger on the bus without looking like one of those frustrating esl people who can only nod their heads eagerly at every sentence you say. I'm no different, and I thought I was better, and I wish I'll encounter that scary man again, so I can redeem my will to speak confidently, stranger or friend.

And I know it will be as big of a failure as this time.

Goatse

Can't talk for long.

I'm in the middle of an intense orgy atm.

Darrell is going to make a move on my bony lap if I get lucky enough.

Can't freaking wait.

[note: skip to 1:55]

Goddammit

I did something really stupid

last Thursday night.

Everyone knew and was shocked upon the knowledge

but I didn't think twice about it

despite the constant nagging reminders I get.

I kept saying

these things happen, and they pass, and people forget about them.

I was incredulous when people told me I'd be wrong.

NOW I'VE BEEN PROVED WRONG.

NOW THIS MEMORY HAUNTS ME

MOCKS ME

AND THE NAGGING GUILT THAT SITS IN THE CORNER OF THE CLASS NOW COMES WITH E V I D E N C E.

There are fucking pictures on Facebook.

itslikeivebeen slapped intheface witha tire iron.

2012

Today, I saw the film 2012. Almost everybody on the entire face of the earth dies in this movie; John Cusack and his offspring do not.

FML