too lazy for, well, anything ;p
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batskeetsBlaaaahhh. So tired today. I slept for 7 hours before making that weird post last night, and then I went back to bed around 1:30 and slept for another 8, and I'm STILL tired. And my back and neck hurt like a beasto from sleeping in the van. I'm so thrashed from the weekend, and I didn't even get to party it up very much, so I'm kind of annoyed about that. The whole world looks so much bleaker when you haven't had a good night's sleep.
I was lazy on the Berkeley trip and only took maybe 4 pictures, so I'm thinking I'll wait until I see the pictures that Thomas and David took before doing a full recap of the weekend. Don't be fooled, though--I'm really just postponing the recap because I'm lazy. ;ppp
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Rant: if people who aren't fat don't stop complaining about how fat they are, I'm going to have to punch them in the head on principle. I have heard too many people complain about being fat lately, when they will obviously never have any idea of what it's like to even be noticeably overweight, never mind being seriously fat to the point of obesity.
If any of the following things are true about you, you are SO not allowed to complain about being fat:
Your dress size is a single digit.
Your waist is less than 30 inches around.
Your weight is less than 150. Well, unless you're a midget.
You can see muscle definition on your body.
You can eat only one taco, and say, "I'm soooo full," and mean it.
Having a butt does not make you fat. Round butts are better than flat butts. Ask any guy.
Eating a donut does not make you fat. You'd have to eat like, 5 of them. Every day. For weeks on end.
Having flabby arms does not make you fat. You just need to go do some strength training, for God's sake.
Having a roll above your waistband doesn't make you fat. That just means that your stupid low-rise pants are the wrong effing size, so go buy some new pants, already. *Everyone* looks fat when their clothes are too small!
I guess it's okay to want to improve yourself and all, but jeez, most people should not be whining and bitching about being fat like they're in danger of being air-lifted out of their house on an episode of Jerry Springer. Because, you know? I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen. Seriously, it's annoying. Learn to be nice to yourself once in a while! You'll feel better!
P.S. Even if the above things *aren't* true about you, you're not necessarily fat, either. So there. ;p
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This will probably be funny only to me, but:
You know you're Chinese/Taiwanese when...
You look like you are 18. (I have no idea how to judge this)
You like to eat chicken feet.
You suck on fish heads and fish fins.
You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging on your rear view mirror.
You sing Karaoke.
Your house is covered with tile.
Your kitchen is covered by a sticky film of grease.
Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.
You leave the plastic covers on your remote control.
You've never kissed your mom or dad.
You've never hugged your mom or dad.
Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.
You wear contacts, to avoid wearing your "coke bottle glasses".
You've worn glasses since you were in fifth grade.
Your hair sticks up when you wake up.
You'll haggle over something that is not negotiable.
You love to use coupons.
You drive around looking for the cheapest petrol.
You drive around for hours looking for the best parking space.
You take showers at night.
You avoid the non-free snacks in hotel rooms.
You don't mind squeezing 20 people into one motel room.
Most girls have more body hair than you, if you are male.
You tap the table when someone pours tea for you.
You say "Apia!" and "Wash!" frequently.
You don't want to wear your seat belt because it is uncomfortable. (I still wear it, because I'm not stupid)
You love Las Vegas, slot machines, and blackjack.
You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can reuse the paper.
You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off. (I save the unused ones from previous years, too!)
You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.
You spit bones and other food scraps on the table. (That's why you need the vinyl tablecloth).
You have stuff in the freezer since the beginning of time.
You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.
You have never used your dishwasher.
You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.
You eat all meals in the kitchen.
You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.
You have a piano in your living room. (used to, when I lived with mom and dad; now I have a keyboard in my office)
You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).
You twirl your pen around your fingers.
You hate to waste food.
You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.
You don't own any real Tupperware - only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.
You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.
You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.
You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These snacks are always dried and include dried plums, mango, ginger, and squid.
You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.
Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.
The dash board of your Honda is covered by hundreds of small toys.
You don't use measuring cups.
You beat eggs with chopsticks.
You have a teacup with a cover on it.
You always look phone numbers up in the phone book, since calling information costs 50 cents.
You only make long distance calls after 11pm. (I make long-distance calls?)
If you are male, you clap at something funny and if you are female, you giggle whilst placing a hand over your mouth.
You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions. (duh. Subtitles forever.)
You love Chinese Martial Arts films.
You've learnt some form of martial arts.
Shaolin actually mean something to you.
You like congee with thousand year old eggs.
You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached.
You never call your parents just to say hi. (well, I did one time when I was away on a major family holiday... but seriously, I hate phones!)
If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.
When you're sick, your parents tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods due to yeet hay.
You know what yeet hay is.
You e-mail your Chinese friends at work, even though you only 10 feet apart. (I do this with *all* my friends! ;p)
You use a face cloth.
You starve yourself before going to all you can eat places.
You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics.
You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.
You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.
Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.
You know what moon cakes are.
When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out. (my ma does the buying, but I do the storing ;p)
Your parents know how to launch nasal projectiles.
You iron your own shirts.
You play a musical instrument.
Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them.
You've eaten a red bean popsicle.
You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.
You fight over who pays the dinner bill.
You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.
You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.
You don't tip more than 10% at a restaurant, and if you do, you tip Chinese delivery guys/waiters more.
You have acquired a taste for bitter melon.
You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.
You know why there are 88 reasons.
You see the truth in this and then send it to all your Chinese friends. (oh, wait, I have maybe 2 Chinese friends that aren't from wushu... LOL)
Speaking of being Chinese, I downloaded (yes, *legally*) a CD for learning spoken Chinese, that comes very highly recommended from a lot of different sources. It's one of those listen-and-repeat dealies, so when is the perfect time to be doing such a thing? When I'm driving around alone in the car! I'm going to try it this week and see how I like it. So far, it seems like useful stuff that I could actually use if I'm ever kidnapped and marooned in the middle of Beijing without warning. And, I can't possibly look more retarded trying to speak Mandarin in the car than I do trying to sing in the car. ::laughs::
That's all I've got for today. ;p
I was lazy on the Berkeley trip and only took maybe 4 pictures, so I'm thinking I'll wait until I see the pictures that Thomas and David took before doing a full recap of the weekend. Don't be fooled, though--I'm really just postponing the recap because I'm lazy. ;ppp
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Rant: if people who aren't fat don't stop complaining about how fat they are, I'm going to have to punch them in the head on principle. I have heard too many people complain about being fat lately, when they will obviously never have any idea of what it's like to even be noticeably overweight, never mind being seriously fat to the point of obesity.
If any of the following things are true about you, you are SO not allowed to complain about being fat:
Your dress size is a single digit.
Your waist is less than 30 inches around.
Your weight is less than 150. Well, unless you're a midget.
You can see muscle definition on your body.
You can eat only one taco, and say, "I'm soooo full," and mean it.
Having a butt does not make you fat. Round butts are better than flat butts. Ask any guy.
Eating a donut does not make you fat. You'd have to eat like, 5 of them. Every day. For weeks on end.
Having flabby arms does not make you fat. You just need to go do some strength training, for God's sake.
Having a roll above your waistband doesn't make you fat. That just means that your stupid low-rise pants are the wrong effing size, so go buy some new pants, already. *Everyone* looks fat when their clothes are too small!
I guess it's okay to want to improve yourself and all, but jeez, most people should not be whining and bitching about being fat like they're in danger of being air-lifted out of their house on an episode of Jerry Springer. Because, you know? I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen. Seriously, it's annoying. Learn to be nice to yourself once in a while! You'll feel better!
P.S. Even if the above things *aren't* true about you, you're not necessarily fat, either. So there. ;p
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This will probably be funny only to me, but:
You know you're Chinese/Taiwanese when...
You look like you are 18. (I have no idea how to judge this)
You like to eat chicken feet.
You suck on fish heads and fish fins.
You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging on your rear view mirror.
You sing Karaoke.
Your house is covered with tile.
Your kitchen is covered by a sticky film of grease.
Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.
You leave the plastic covers on your remote control.
You've never kissed your mom or dad.
You've never hugged your mom or dad.
Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.
You wear contacts, to avoid wearing your "coke bottle glasses".
You've worn glasses since you were in fifth grade.
Your hair sticks up when you wake up.
You'll haggle over something that is not negotiable.
You love to use coupons.
You drive around looking for the cheapest petrol.
You drive around for hours looking for the best parking space.
You take showers at night.
You avoid the non-free snacks in hotel rooms.
You don't mind squeezing 20 people into one motel room.
Most girls have more body hair than you, if you are male.
You tap the table when someone pours tea for you.
You say "Apia!" and "Wash!" frequently.
You don't want to wear your seat belt because it is uncomfortable. (I still wear it, because I'm not stupid)
You love Las Vegas, slot machines, and blackjack.
You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can reuse the paper.
You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off. (I save the unused ones from previous years, too!)
You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.
You spit bones and other food scraps on the table. (That's why you need the vinyl tablecloth).
You have stuff in the freezer since the beginning of time.
You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.
You have never used your dishwasher.
You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.
You eat all meals in the kitchen.
You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.
You have a piano in your living room. (used to, when I lived with mom and dad; now I have a keyboard in my office)
You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).
You twirl your pen around your fingers.
You hate to waste food.
You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.
You don't own any real Tupperware - only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.
You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.
You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.
You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These snacks are always dried and include dried plums, mango, ginger, and squid.
You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.
Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.
The dash board of your Honda is covered by hundreds of small toys.
You don't use measuring cups.
You beat eggs with chopsticks.
You have a teacup with a cover on it.
You always look phone numbers up in the phone book, since calling information costs 50 cents.
You only make long distance calls after 11pm. (I make long-distance calls?)
If you are male, you clap at something funny and if you are female, you giggle whilst placing a hand over your mouth.
You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions. (duh. Subtitles forever.)
You love Chinese Martial Arts films.
You've learnt some form of martial arts.
Shaolin actually mean something to you.
You like congee with thousand year old eggs.
You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached.
You never call your parents just to say hi. (well, I did one time when I was away on a major family holiday... but seriously, I hate phones!)
If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.
When you're sick, your parents tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods due to yeet hay.
You know what yeet hay is.
You e-mail your Chinese friends at work, even though you only 10 feet apart. (I do this with *all* my friends! ;p)
You use a face cloth.
You starve yourself before going to all you can eat places.
You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics.
You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.
You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.
Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.
You know what moon cakes are.
When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out. (my ma does the buying, but I do the storing ;p)
Your parents know how to launch nasal projectiles.
You iron your own shirts.
You play a musical instrument.
Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them.
You've eaten a red bean popsicle.
You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.
You fight over who pays the dinner bill.
You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.
You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.
You don't tip more than 10% at a restaurant, and if you do, you tip Chinese delivery guys/waiters more.
You have acquired a taste for bitter melon.
You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.
You know why there are 88 reasons.
You see the truth in this and then send it to all your Chinese friends. (oh, wait, I have maybe 2 Chinese friends that aren't from wushu... LOL)
Speaking of being Chinese, I downloaded (yes, *legally*) a CD for learning spoken Chinese, that comes very highly recommended from a lot of different sources. It's one of those listen-and-repeat dealies, so when is the perfect time to be doing such a thing? When I'm driving around alone in the car! I'm going to try it this week and see how I like it. So far, it seems like useful stuff that I could actually use if I'm ever kidnapped and marooned in the middle of Beijing without warning. And, I can't possibly look more retarded trying to speak Mandarin in the car than I do trying to sing in the car. ::laughs::
That's all I've got for today. ;p
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Date: 2005-04-04 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 02:26 am (UTC)Good luck, yo!
Also:
Date: 2005-04-05 02:29 am (UTC)Re: Also:
Date: 2005-04-05 04:44 am (UTC)Thanks!
And, yeah, there is kind of a stereotype about Chinese folk being conservative with their money. My ma clips coupons like you wouldn't believe, and *never* buys anything A) that is full-price, or B) that she considers to be "too expensive." She used to sit around talking about how we don't have very much money and blah blah blah, and then she'd turn around and insist on paying the check whenever we went out to dinner with *anyone* outside the family.
I thought it was just because her family was super-poor when she was a child, but then I went to lunches and dinners with her and her Chinese friends, and they ALWAYS squabble over who pays the check, and they ALL insist that they should pay for the whole thing. And then they'll go home and do the coupon clipping and bargain hunting and all that stuff. It's kind of a bizarre cultural phenomenon, I guess. ^^;
CMAT!
Date: 2005-04-05 05:09 am (UTC)by the by, where'd you download that mandarin CD from? i'd like to take a stab at it. i live next to fifteen chinese girls and we try to communicate with each other in our poor japanese. *sigh*
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:30 am (UTC)Addendum
Date: 2005-04-05 12:56 pm (UTC)If you can successfully run a marathon, despite asthma, you are NOT, nor will you ever be, fat.
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:09 pm (UTC)also loving the Chinese/Taiwanese list! i'm going to fill it out myself in my journal. hope you don't mind. good luck with learning Chinese!
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:42 pm (UTC)Re: CMAT!
Date: 2005-04-05 05:57 pm (UTC)Anyway, Keith got a couple of 3rd places for Traditional, and David got 2nd in long fist, but I forget how he did for broadsword. Phil seemed like he wasn't really feeling it for the entire day, and I'm not sure where he placed on anything. Peter seemed like he was doing well, though, and he placed in broadsword.
The beginners did pretty good, too. Women's straightsword was all-Oregon, so we got 3 medals there, haha! :D Ken and Byron got silver and bronze for broadsword, although for some reason the guy who won gold in their event was actually doing nandao...? Don't ask me what happened there. ^^; Oh yeah, and I heard that Peter (as in Wolf, not Phil's brother) took Internal All-Around. Uhhh, that's all I remember. Yay!
I got the mandarin CD at Audible.com... you have to subscribe, but it's like ~$20/month. I think I'm just going to grab the language CDs that I want, and then unsubscribe, heh heh :)
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Date: 2005-04-05 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 09:33 pm (UTC)