Merry Christmas

I bet you Jimmy also buys apples for his teacher too.

Merry Christmas everyone! Oh how I miss those days when it wasn’t politically incorrect to say that phrase during the holiday season. Saying Happy Holidays and Seasons Greetings just isn’t the same. I’m sorry. Just because you don’t believe in the Chinese calender doesn’t mean you can’t say Happy Chinese New Years when that time rolls around.

I wonder if children these days still sing Christmas songs anymore for their school choir in December since most of traditional Christmas songs are about…well Christmas.

One particular food item that always reminds me of Christmas. Shortbread cookies. From Grades 1-4, every year during Christmas time it was time to bake our very own Christmas-related shaped shortbread cookies with our own frosting and sprinkles. Yum.

Despite the immense commercialism that this holiday epitomizes at times, this is indeed still a joyous period of year spent with family and friends. Don’t you forget that because I know I do sometimes. =T

Oh and remember kids, Santa Claus only drinks Coca Cola. Milk and Cookies are optional.

Here’s a little something from Ol’ Blue Eyes for you folks.

Previously On….

America's favorite babysitter.

Television is making me want to be a 174 year old vampire that’s employed by a 1960s ad agency, who is secretly a vigilante forensics serial killer that doubles as an agent for CTU and the FBI in the ‘Fringe’ division, working alongside wacky office co-workers and an incompetent boss while writing comedy at 30 Rock who ultimately gets stranded onto a mysterious island with polar bears via a plane crash that aired live from New York on a Saturday night. If that doesn’t curb your enthusiasm, I don’t know what will.

Television also inspired me to write a blog with a terrible run on sentence.

The Laundromat

I will never write a paper last minute again. I will never study for a test so last minute ever again. I won’t never be late ever again. I will go to the gym everyday.

We generally like to lie to ourselves don’t we? It’s in our nature to because it makes us feel better. I’d like to think that I can learn from my mistakes but I generally do not.

I set out to go to the gym every weekday since the second week of November, but I have not lived out to my own expectations. It’s always so hard to get into the mindset to go to the gym, but once you’re there working away it feels so great. The sense of accomplishment after a good workout session is often unparalleled.

My goal: I want to get abs that you can wash your clothes on. I am also aiming for pecs that you can rock climb on.

As of now, I average 3 times a week but I am hoping to bump this number up to 5 times a week, Monday to Friday. We shall see.

I have my eye on the prize. Hopefully, I can stop making excuses to myself when debating whether or not to go to the gym so I can be a more consistent gym rat. One day, in the not too distant future, you can count on me to wash your clothes. Perhaps we can even go rock climbing afterwards.

I do not however, dry clean.

Meat Shield

This blog site is better than this piece of meat.

It is inevitable when you travel to coin your own phrases as you travel with a group of people during your trip. It becomes an inside joke of sorts, and it’s never as funny when you explain it to others who were not there, but those that went, ‘get it’. Sometimes the phrases aren’t even funny, but alas it does bring back memories. One such phrase I coined during my time in Asia this past year was the term ‘meat shield’. I coined this term as I was crossing the busy streets of Hong Kong with a friend. You see, if you are not careful in Asia, you can easily get run over by moving vehicles when crossing the street illegally. They just don’t care. It’s a risk we all take when doing illegal crossings as a pedestrian. In North America, drivers actually slow down at turns, and there are less blind spots when turning than in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

So what is a meat shield you ask? Let’s say you are crossing the street, and there are cars that turn right onto the intersection you are crossing, (the car will hence come veering at full speed to your left side), you must make sure that there are a fair amount of people on your left hand side when you cross the street illegally. The people on your left will of course soften the blow if indeed a car turns a right at blazing speed. These aforementioned people on your left will thereby act as your ‘meat shield’ because they are made of flesh and they will soften the blow of a car hitting you, if indeed the crash does reach you. The most likely scenario is the car will slow down because he/she will have hit so many pedestratians before he/she reaches you, the driver would’ve slowed down by the time the car is near you. So the more ‘meat shield’ buffer zone between you and the car the better.

This concept also works when you are making a right turn in North America, and a car is turning left to the street you are turning out of, thereby shielding you from oncoming traffic as you make your right turn. This however, is simply known as a ’shield’ because the car isn’t made of meat.

The end.