Sometimes I am forgetful of things, this shouldn’t have been one of them.
Some follow up, read this last night
A young clerk with no knowledge of the 1989 Tiananmen Square crackdown allowed a tribute to victims slip into the classified ads page of a newspaper in southwest China, a Hong Kong daily reported on Wednesday.
Young clerk let Tiananmen ad slip past censors: paper
I lent a book to someone recently and luckily my cousin who was to deliver it for me flipped through its pages and found an old bookmark.
Obviously I didn’t have a hope of translating and understanding it on my own but I asked around and I think I get the jist of it.
This bookmark was given to me as a gift from my grade 3 teacher before I left Hong Kong. I doubt I would have understood its meaning then as a child, I was simply too young and stupid.
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So Don and I are queuing at the LCBO. Infront of us are 3 brown guys with their various items, nothing special, this is Brampton after all. But through the 3 guys I spot the cashier, young, white, sandy blond hair; cute would be a good description, but something about her facial features seemed different to me but after noting this I didn’t give it any more thought.
I turned to Don and whisper “How old do you think she is?”. I’m horrible at guessing ages.
Don looks at the cashier analytically. The 3 fellows complete their transaction, so I proceed to the cash at which time Don moves past me and says in cantonese “二十七”. (That’s twenty seven for you non-chinese readers)
She scans my item as I look at Don with my WTF face.
“二十七? 二十三!” (Twenty seven? Twenty three!) I respond with my guess.
And to my surprise…
“Twenty seven” the cashier slowly says to me clearly translating the Cantonese albeit slowly (you can tell by her face she was thinking hard). She continues “I’m half asian.” and smiles, proud in the knowledge she understood what Don and I just said but not realizing what we were guessing at.
Embarassed I confess to the cashier “We were guessing your age.” It made perfect sense at this point, her facial features seemed different to me because she was part oriental.
“Oh” says the cashier. She puts on her thinking face again, eyes rolled up recalling the chinese numbers and says slowly with a laugh, “二十三”. I guessed correctly, heh.
Afterwards, queuing at DQ (Don wanted a marshmellow sundae), I thought up a good line: Can you say you number in Cantonese too?
Oh well, the moment had long past by then haha. I’m so slow 
Go fuck yourself Jack Thompson
Jack Thomson, you are a waste of human flesh. Breathable oxygenated air should not be wasted on people like you for your ass-hattery never ceases to amaze…
Note: If you’re not a gamer, you won’t get this.
According to this article, kids in Japan have as much computer skills as their 50 yr old counter-parts… slim to none, caused by their ridiculously awesome mobile phones that can do everything entertainment related that a PC can do.
The irony of this of course is that this is creating a whole generation of youths with difficulties entering a white-collar job where they actually need to use a computer. Just think of the bewilderment they must feel when sitting infront of a computer and using something what must seem so … backwards to them. Geez, our entire generation must seems so backwards to them.
We’re so behind…but at least everyone else is too
UPDATE: On second thought, maybe if you sat a Japanese teen infront of a North American teen playing some sort of video game,I bet the Japanese teen would be pretty blown away since they aren’t exposed to PC gaming much.
Found a link from reddit for article in Men’s Health about men who find out their kids aren’t theirs and its scary stuff, I wouldn’t know what I’d do if this happend to me. Just like divorce rulings, its often incredibly unfair for the father; a father can’t just simply go to a judge and ask for a paternity test, not to mention the type of reaction they’ll get from everyone for having mistrust in the mother. The article even talks about how some doctors will not tell the father and that just blew my mind!
Are You Raising Another Man’s Child?
Yeah I know I have run-on sentences.
The fregen nerds who made this have way too much time on their hands LOL
I got my car back finally I can’t complain bout the paint job, they matched the colour perfectly and I can’t even tell there was ever any damage. Yeaa!
I am looking for a new camera though, SD 800IS any good? hmmmm
Guess what I’ll be driving hahaha
So as some of you may know, I was rear-ended a while back. I have some choice words for the person whom rear ended me but I digress. The damage limited to the rear bumper and to be honest I wasn’t too upset about it, though I love my car very much I realized that the damage was done and there was no point in mourning it, especially since it can be easily replaced.
Today is the day Dad took the car in to the shop for me so I drove the van. Driving home after another late night in the office I began to feel excited at the prospect of what rental car awaits my return. 1:30 am, pulling up to my drive way, garage door rising to slowly reveal: thin tires (’Makes sense’ I thought as the car would be a compact which is within expectation; a silver round bumper (’hmmm intriguing, a Corolla?’); triangle like red-rear lights (’wait a minute, I’ve seen these lights before’); a chevy logo….; a cobalt…..
I literally laughed out loud at this point. I.. am… driving….a Chevy…Cobalt… AHHAHAHHAAHA, this is just too fregen funny. For those of you who are confused, sufficed to say I wouldn’t be caught dead in one but I just couldn’t help but appreciate the humour in it all. I’m actually rather excited about driving it now. It’s like an excuse to indulge my insanity and drive an American car. It’s almost as stupid as losing my mind and, I don’t know, buying a Crossfire for example; I mean I’d enjoy the insanity but wouldn’t be stupid enough to do it for any extended period of time. I’m really going to enjoy how wierd it’ll feel in this car. It’s just so… American.
To be fair, I’ve sat in a similar car before so I have a sense of what it will be like, it’s actually picked up some cues from its Japanese brothers so some of the design makes much more sense than other American cars I’ve sat in *cough*Caliber*cough*. The rental is like brand new, so bonus points there as well.
If I have time, I’ll update on the drive itself tomorrow
Till I get my Jetta back, I’ll be missing the lil things, like the beautiful sound the door makes as it closes; not too tin-ny like a light japanese door, and a more refined sound then a heavy american door slam.
