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Thursday, September 2, 2004


   I need to update . . . . . wanna learn somethin' neat?
I've got nothin' better to talk about right now, so I thought I'd sorta just talk a bit about myself for everyone. I mean, not in the statistical sort of thing, but more so in my quirky ways and stuff . . . I can't think of anything better, really. So yeah, here's some interesting/odd/weird facts about myO's unofficial Asian-Canadian Vancouverite . . . . .

  • Believe it or not, I may be a borderline neat-freak. I mean, my room is horrendous with dirty clothes on the floor and clean clothes folded in a nearby laundry basket (but not put away) and stuff, but I HAVE to organize everything else. The TV area downstairs has a large shelf of sectioned up DVDs: movies, TV series, and "special DVDs" (like wrestling, or hockey specials, or Animatrix or something). All alphabetical, of course.
  • When school starts, I'm gonna hafta get out of the house by around 7:15 - 7:30am. Thus, my alarm clock will be set for 5:55am, giving me that extra five minutes to roll around. Oh, the clock itself is also set five minutes fast . . . wrap your heads around that one . . .
  • Through my genes I have a distinctive grin and laugh. Apparently some people describe me as "loud" because of that laugh . . . it's like a quick burst. Like a quick "Haha!" that just blasts out and then stops. That's the social laugh, anyway. Otherwise I apparently speak sorta muted-like when I'm just talking sometimes.
  • I don't know if this is because of my borderline neat-freakiness, or my obligation to my nation and its heroes or something . . . but more often than not, when I go out, my shirt will be half-tucked in. I'll tuck the left side (where the watch connects to the belt) and pull out the right side (where the cel phone hooks onto the belt). Is it a Gretzky thing? Is it my ambition to be "neat, but not too neat"? Who knows?
  • Another way I present myself: my "no bells and/or whistles policy". Essentially, no piercings, no jewelry (the pocket watch doesn't count because it's a $10 piece of junk). Heck, I don't even use hair gel (though maybe I should . . . I have what could best be described as a kinder version of "'80s style Jackie Chan hair".
  • As it turns out, I'm highly sensitive to movies and stuff. I have an ability to well up inside at certain parts of movies . . . y'know, the "now we are free" part of "Gladiator", the "you were never second" part from "The 6th Sense" . . . hell, even the "1000 Words" FMV from Final Fantasy X-2 got me all emotional! Hehe . . . yeah, I'm a softie . . . . . big time . . .
  • More often than not, if I'm asked to go somewhere or do something, I'll usually respond with "I'll be there in two seconds". Why two seconds? Again, who knows?
  • I have a knack for picking up anything and finding a way to pretend it's a gun or a sword or something. Call it an overactive imagination, call it being childish . . . I call it fun. Especially at work!
  • I habitually cut my nails. Yes, I bite them too, but when I'm at home I'm getting incredibly mileage out of the nail clipper. It's bad, it really is . . . like, you know the close-ups of Elijah Wood's nails in LotR? Mine are kinda like that, if not worse . . . gross, eh?
  • I can't listen to the words "mousse cake" without snickering anymore. I instantly think of a certain joke involving two guys and a game of Twenty Questions . . . that joke might not be all too appropriate here, though . . . hehe . . . . .

Well, that's about as much as I can think of right now. If I can't think of better things to talk about, maybe I'll do something like this again. One last thought before I head off . . . . . ya suppose there's any way that would make me myO's official Asian-Canadian Vancouverite? Hehe . . . actually, never mind. Technically I don't live in Vancouver-proper, so there's probably someone out there who fits the role better than I do . . . . . or is there? I dunno, you think there are any other Vancouver myO'ers out there? Hmm . . .

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