RIIIIIIIIICE...

I went to dinner at a Hong Kong-style restaurant with some of my officemates. D tried to order a dish that he couldn't find on the menu, and we ended up pissing off the waitress. The conversation went something like this:

D: I'm not sure what the dish is called, but it has rice, then egg on top and chicken.
Waitress: I'm sorry. I don't understand.
D [speaking slower]: Oh. It has riiiiiiiiiiiice, then eeeeeeeeeeeeeegg. Then chiiiiiiicken.
Waitress: Oh. We don't have that dish.
D: Well, can you make a dish with riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. Runny eeeeeeeegg. And chiiiiiiiiiiiiiicken on top.
Waitress: Ok. We have that dish but with beef.

Hmm. So apparently the waitress already knew what we were talking about. Nice lady, nice.

Mom does not love us as much as Dad...

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Mom was telling Stan and me how much our Dad loves his kids. [Mom's comment: yes, he loves us but no one can tell.] She was saying that Dad would be willing to sell the house for the kids' education. That's self-sacrifice.

Then Mom tells us that she would never do that for us.

Sigh. Mom does not really love us.

Ah Dad. So bloody predictable!

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This weekend, I visited my brother, Stan, in Chicago (who was working at AssLab). My parents and Betty decided to drive from Toronto to Chicago as well. As predicted, it took less than an hour for my Dad to start nagging me. Here is the log that we took:

Within 11 minutes of seeing my Dad, he tells me to act my age.
50 min: he tells me to get a haircut.
19h 20m: he tells me to stop eating out.
19h 21m: he tells me to get a haircut again.
19h 28m: he tells me to get a haircut for the third time.
20h 45m: he tells Stan to do more research.
20h 45m: he tells Stan to stop spending so much time doing family trees.
21h 22m: he tells me to listen to his advice.
22h 57m: he tells everyone to go to bed.
23h 1m: he tells me not to be silly.
23h 1m: he tells me to act my age.
23h 23m: he yells at Mom for being inappropriate.
23h 43m: he tells us to go to bed again.
23h 44m: he tells us to go take showers.

Amazing. With all this nagging, I'm surprised that Dad has soooo much time to do anything else!

Boycott Mount Allison

For those of you who don't know me well, I'm pretty unreasonable. I boycott things on a regular basis... call it a hobby, if you will. Anyway, please join me in my new quest to ...

BOYCOTT MOUNT ALLISON UNIVERSITY!!!

That is all.
Peace out.

Taiwan is so weird sometimes....

Last year, my sister (JoJo on this blog) went to Taiwan for a conference.

Check out her picture of a Taiwanese washroom:




Taiwan can be so screwed up sometimes. Oh, and what's with the apathy towards toilet paper in Taiwan by the way? That's my biggest beef with Taiwan.

You snooze, you lose...

Well, don't fall asleep on us: you snooze, you lose!

As always, more s!@%#

One of our classic conversations:

JoJo says:
i gotta go take a dump
JoJo says:
be back soon
JoJo says:
hahahaa
烏白來烏白去 says:
alright later
JoJo says:
ah better.
烏白來烏白去 says:
he he he
JoJo says:
i love taking dumps
烏白來烏白去 says:
dumps are great
JoJo says:
yup. they're the best

Good Times. Great Times.

Hey all y'all. Let me tell you a story:

Two friends from undergrad, C and N, were visiting me and we went out to the bars with a couple of Berkeley peeps. N meets E and for some reason, we start talking about blonde bombshells. The conversation went something like this:

E: There's nothing wrong with blonde bombshells. I'm dating one right now.
N: Oh really? Where?
E points to his girlfriend.
E: Right there.
N: I see the blonde. But where's the bombshell?

Needless to say, E leaves the bar shortly thereafter with his girlfriend.
Ah yes, N. Always hilarious...