Food Wrapping

May contain real meat.

Have you ever ate something so fast due to hunger, that you accidentally ate the food wrapping too? I hate it when that happens. It makes me feel like a doofus. At least its high in fibre.

Dictatorship

Two pictures in a row with hand signs! Brownie points if you figure out what this says.

I hate curve balls in life. I think the world would be so much better if I ran the show and become some sort of horrible dictator. Life would be grand. Until then, life is just a bunch of WTF moments, and not the good kind.

East Side

I love his muscles. Was that homoerotic?

What's with the ghetto parts of town always being on the East Side in all the Canadian cities I've been to?

I want to live in the West end one day so I can wear this t-shirt instead. Also, living in the west end would also mean I'm rich. Then I can look down on those dirty Eastsiders while wearing my new t-shirt.

Up in Smoke

Currently stuck in a smoking room cause the hotel I'm staying at ran out of non-smoking.

So this is what cancer smells like. Don Draper makes it look so cool though.

Love Story

She's waiting for me.

I got Taylor Swift's "Love Story" stuck in my head. It's such a catchy song. I feel like a 14 year old girl. She's easy on the eyes. I can't believe she's only 19. White girls and their age deceiving looks. It's weird though, cause she has a guy's name for a first name.

And yes, I would date her. "It's a love story, baby, just say yes."

Say yes Taylor.

Peanut Butter

Sometimes when I get hungry at work and have nothing to eat, I go to the cafeteria and take those small peanut butter packets and eat it with a plastic knife. Now you know.

Remix

Just like how P.Diddy does it.

I missed this blog. So here's what I propose. This one will be a bit more informal then the new vchou.net

It will be written twitter-esque style. ie. short and sweet filled with funny links, short thoughts and witty one liners. That is my dream anyways.

All Good Things....

Captain Picard hates change.

So the time has come for a change. I've got a domain and I will be moving my blog over to the following addy: http://vchou.net/

You can add it to your blogspot bookmarks just the same. Just copy and paste the new link.

The reason for the change is because I wanted a website where I can host my photography + blog posts in a neat order. Getting my own domain was cheap too.

Would you care to follow me for continued hijinks over on the new site? Please comment.

Props for those that got the Star Trek reference in the title.

Man in the Mirror

I ask my tummy the same question every time I'm constipated.

There are all sorts of mirrors in the world. There are some that can make you skinnier, wider, taller, shorter, and yes even more distorted. Then there are 'reality' mirrors that show you exactly how you look like to others. Some say that the camera adds 10 pounds. One's reality of how they perceive themselves are thus, distorted, because how you look is all relative based on the object that reflects you.

Your interpretation of yourself is thus skewed. It is very much the same case with people's personality. People tend to act differently with different groups of friends or perhaps even on an individual basis in public. Their social personalities (What I like to call their 'Show' personality) that they show the world is different from who they really are. Everyone has a story, and if you take the time to dig a little deeper, you can unravel the layers of their 'show' personality and find the true person in them. There are many 'sad clowns' out there in the world waiting to be heard.

Inevitably, this makes me wonder which version I present to the real world is the actual me. Behind the laughter, I'd like to believe their is some substance.

A fitting song to leave you with.

All You Can Eat

All you can eat. Four simple words. Fighting words really. It's a personal challenge between the restaurant owner and yourself. There can only be one winner. The restaurant is banking on the fact that you cannot eat full value of what they're charging you to eat 'all you can eat'. On your end of things, you want to make the owner pay for what he's done. Make him regret his decision of deciding to offer an 'all you can eat' menu in the first place. It's really a challenge to your man hood. Not only do you want to get equal value for the amount you pay, but you want aim to eat him into the poor house. You vow to make him plead for mercy.

Of course, when the process begins, you do feel like you can eat the entire world three times over. You're armed and ready. You brought in loose pants. Belts are entirely optional at this point. You and your friends have starved yourself for an entire day for this event. The craving for nourishment in your body simply cannot be contained a moment longer. You place your initial order. The amount of food your group orders frightens the waitress. She questions whether or not you can finish what you ordered. She politely informs the group that you must pay extra for any leftover items. Your group reaffirms her that it is not a problem. We know the rules of the game already. No drinks, because it takes up valuable stomach space. You proceed to finish your first order and polish it with 'blitzkrieg' like efficiency. The Germans would be so proud. The second order comes. No problem. Third one comes and goes, and there are visible signs of degradation, but as soldiers, you march on. We were heavy hitters after all. The fourth order rolls out, and then it begins.

This is the portion of 'all you can eat' in what I like to call the 'blame game'. You realize at this point of the dinner that you've over ordered. Any excess food left over food on the table means that you would have to pay extra. That would mean the house wins. It's against your ethics to let that happen. "Over my dead body" you'd say. So the finger pointing starts to happen on who should finish what they ordered. The conversations are usually variants of the following quotes. "You ordered this, so you should eat it." "I ordered it for you guys", or "I didn't tell you to order that, I don't even like tuna" and finally "I didn't order that!" You get the idea.

After the minor blame game, and challenging each other to 'man up' and finish the left over items, everything is quiet. Everyone at the table has the glaze in their eyes. The digesting glaze. The leave me alone or I will puke on you look. Then the jokes starts flying around the table. You plead to your buddies to stop making you laugh because you're so close to puking. Any semblance of laughter will upset the space/time continuum within your body. You can feel the food rising up and down your esophagus with every breath you take. It's almost painful.

If you puke, you know you will never hear the end of it from your friends. That's when you know you have some great company amongst you. Some of the best memories have spawned from our many 'all you can eat nights', and I would not trade that for anything in the world.

Actually, that's a lie. I'll trade it for anything worth more than ten dollars.

Coldplay's 'Fix You' has been on my mind so I leave you with this. Take it easy my friends.