Ping Pong

I am Asian so im expected to be good at ping pong. in the words of my father " you dishonor" were litterally yelled 6 times while i played my eleven year old brother in a tournament my grandfather put on. Personally i hate the sport and find it stupid. My grandfather who is Irish actually won the grueling 4 hour tournament, ping pong does not discriminate .

The Grand Talent i guess show

Tonight I went to the Opera house down town for a local concert where local bands have a chance to preform and invite all their friends. Yay! The first act that we saw was a blond white guy wearing a nike track suit in powder blue top and bottom. i half expected him to start rapping because he reminded me so much of Eminem with a hint of J-Roc from trailer park boys, but no he didn't he sang actually, it was  like he was too embarrassed to join the glee club at his school so he decided to do this instead. The band that we actually went for was decent id say one of the best ones there, they have mastered the whole techno part now if only their singer could hit the proper notes properly. Well my friend and i decided that we might get hot so we checked our coats in for $3. The room then proceeded to get extremely cold and of course im wearing a tight t-shirt with a low back. So these two black guys notice that we look cold and offer us their coats. Of course we take them so now we are warm but basically immobile because the jackets were so big. Then i find out the guys whos jacket im wearing is a bit of a whore so i give it back and we decide to go get our jackets back. So my friend gives the coat lady her ticket for her coat and of course i cannot find my ticket and end up picking up a ticket off the ground and tried to pass it off as my own. The lady brings me the wrong jacket predictably, and I basically convinced her that she messed up and pointed out my real jacket. Shortly after we left due to horrible auto tune and scream. (ps im a little drunk so excuse the horrible punctuation and overall storytelling)

Cats

Well anyone who really knows me knows that I have an unusual obsession with cats. No I'm not some crazy cat lady! And I'm not obsessed with any kind of feline, only house cats your average sit in you lap bring dead mice home cat. Not king of the jungle ill claw your face off cat. Here is the definition of my obsession: I do not like to be around cats or touch them, but i absolutely love to see them! There is nothing that cheers me up better that to see a cat off in the distance or even a picture of one! In fact my wallpaper on my phone is a cat dressed up like hello kitty, cutest thing I have ever seen! (it's the picture above) I also tend to print off cat pictures and hide them in my room like a little boys hides porn under his mattress. I really try not to make this fact about me too obvious so I hide the evidence, but when i see a real live cat on the streets i can not help but yell CAT! I really can not help it it's like a reflex. No this doesn't make me a cat lady, I don't have any real cats (partly because I'm allergic), just pictures.... not a cat lady.

Wheelchair Pride

I've personally never sat in a wheelchair, it looks fun but I assume its less convenient than a pair of legs beside getting to roll down ramps all the time. But the majority of people that i have met that are in wheelchairs have not been the nicest people in the world. The other day I decided to go to the convenient store in search of some kind of beverage to quench my thirst. Walking up to the store I see a woman in a wheelchair clearly contemplating the best way to open the door so I make it simple and open the door for her. Expecting a thank you, instead she tells me "let go of that door!".Shocked I ask "are you going into the store?". She shoots back " of course why do you think I'm here, get out of the way so I can get in!" So I step to the side intrigued on how shes going to pull this off. For maybe five seconds of her just thinking and doing nothing I get bored, open the door and walk in. Feeling bad that i left her out in the cold I stop, open the door and say " I wont tell anyone i helped you, ill say there is an automatic door button." She frowns and wheels herself in. I treat all people the same even if she wasn't in a wheelchair its a nice thing, to open the door for someone. But ya not the best encounters with cripples.

On a more personal note...

I am a young lady on the brink of figuring out what to do with my life. Right now I work at a high end clothing store where I always seems to be inadequate to the wonderfully intelligent customers because I can't find their size of 35 when our sizes go from 34 to 36. But none the less enjoy my job. For some reason I attract the most odd, dysfunctional, beautiful, troubled, dangerous, genius, creepy,talented, horrible, proud, creative people. This attraction I call a gift because each and every person I meet has come and gone but has left an unforgettable mark on my heart and made me the person I am today.It's like the overlapping train tracks, human paths crossing.

The First post Ever.

My first post will have to be on a website a dear friend of mine showed me, and that I have been on all day long. It is called Stereo Mood. You basically click what your feeling be it happiness, you just woke up or even you feeling elegant (which was what i was feeling all day). And then the website will put together a play list of fitting songs according to the emotion selected. Awesome if your having a sick day like me, or having a party and forgot to create a play list of your own. Not to mention the music on it is up to date and very pleasing to the ear with a few exceptions.

www.stereomood.com