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31 December 2019 @ 12:00 am
Just a heads up. If you want to read about exciting things like my daily life WITH NAMES, hop over to the spam post, remind me where I met you, and my secrets will be unlocked to you, voilà.
18 October 2010 @ 07:17 pm
ofspica -> spikaleido

As a result, I've defriended everyone on this journal.

I am also taking this opportunity to perform a flist-cut. If I don't add you back on my new journal, it's nothing personal! You all seem pretty cool, it's just that I find I never comment on your entries.
04 October 2010 @ 08:27 pm
honesty meme. comment to this post with what you think of me, any questions you have for me, or any issues you would like to bring to my attention. anonymous is enabled, ip addresses are disabled, comments screened upon request.
29 July 2010 @ 01:27 am
Do you wish you had grown up in another time and/or place? if so, when, where, and why?

A completely practical answer: no, because human rights weren't nearly as developed as they are now, and being female, I'd get the short end of the stick in most societies. There's also the lack of Internet, central heating, air conditioning, and indoor plumbing. We still have a long way to go, but it's better than what it used to be like.

In terms of glamour and excitement, I think this era is plenty glamorous and exciting. It's the early years of the Internet, the Wild Wild Web, not yet completely understood by the people in power. There's also some decadence to give it an edge. I think it's an era rich with material for novels.
18 April 2010 @ 11:21 pm
This afternoon, I took a nap. My mother came in and shook me awake, telling me that we were going to the Netherlands instead of New York to see our relatives. I mentally did a little jig, while wondering how to explain meeting up with Lieke. "So, I've been chatting with this person on the Internet..." yeah, that's going to go over well. My head felt a bit fuzzy, so I blinked and... found myself lying in bed. Oh.

I sat up and reached for my cellphone to tweet about it. Still groggy, I had trouble pressing the right buttons. I rubbed my eyes and... found myself lying in bed.
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11 April 2010 @ 12:26 pm
During the winter, every night around 3 or 4, I'd hear something that sounded like a skateboard going down the street. I thought that maybe it was someone dragging a shovel along the pavement, a little snowplow, just anything but a skateboard. I mean, who the fuck skateboards at 3 AM in the dead of winter?

One night, I heard the sound again, and decided, once and for all, to peek out the window and confirm the source of the noise.

It was a guy on a skateboard, cruising down the street at 3 AM in the dead of winter.

What is this I don't even
01 April 2010 @ 05:32 am
So, I had a sudden case of the munchies at five in the morning. The closest source of snacks is the vending machine in the basement of this building. With my $1.75 in hand, I headed down the stairs. As I approached the foyer, I heard sounds of people talking loudly. Wow, that's one hell of a party, to continue this late into the night... it turned out it was just the porter watching a movie on the computer. While I was confirming the source of the noise, I stared into the window of the porter's office, and we briefly made eye contact. I felt so judged. What are you doing up so late?, he was thinking.

To my pleasant surprise, it turned out that the snacks were actually $1.25 each. After deliberating for a few minutes between the Mini Ritz Bit Sandwiches and the Sour Cream & Onion Ruffles, I finally decided on the former. I put in the coins and entered my selection. The coils unwound to release the package. Then--


NO FUCKING WAY I WAS GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT MY RITZ BITS. At $1.25, they were already overpriced, considering that I could probably get a huge box with 50 packets of this size for only $5. SO I REACHED BACK LIKE A PIMP AND SLAPPED THAT MACHINE. SEVERAL TIMES. I knew that the porter could probably hear the thumping, but this was my money GDIT. That Kraft should feel grateful for receiving because it has jacked up the price so much already. They're lucky that there are people out there like me who stay up so late, who are too arrogant to remember that they're susceptible to sudden munchies, and who feel too unsafe to go to that totally sketchy convenience store in the middle of the night to buy a more economical big pack.

In the end, the package fell into the chute, thank goodness. I pulled it from behind the flap, relieved, and went back upstairs. Passing by the porter, we made eye contact again. The judgement was even more severe. Did you just try to cheat the machine out of $1.25? No man, the machine tried to cheat me.

Anyway, I'm nomming on my Ritz Bits right now. They're delicious.
30 March 2010 @ 12:12 am
So I went to my boyfriend's house last night after a day of wandering the mall aimlessly together (I had wanted to go to Kensington, but it was raining). My sleeping schedule's totally screwed up, so I was stumbling around like a zombie half the time. People around probably thought I was drunk or something, I couldn't walk in a straight line. щ(ಥДಥщ) What's a nocturnal person gotta do, man.

Anyway, we had Pizza Hut for dinner, because Pizza Pizza pizza sucks--it's dry and hard and unbalanced in terms of flavour. I have no idea how it's the most common pizza chain in Ontario. If I'm going to line the walls of my blood vessels in grease, I want it to taste good going in, at least. Immediately afterwards, I went upstairs to take a nap.

When I woke up, he said he had to call his mother. Nothing unusual: she's in China right now, so of course he had to check in with her frequently. He spoke in rapid Mandarin, which I don't understand at all. Halfway through, he started heading downstairs, and motioned for me to follow him. I guessed that he would feel lonely going down by himself, aww, or something cute like that, so I went along.

When he got to the kitchen, he picked up a Pizza Hut napkin from the trash, put it on the stove, and...

The stovetop.

I gaped and made WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK hand gestures, but he didn't respond at all. Meanwhile, he went on babbling in Mandarin.

Then he went down to the basement and motioned for me to follow. At this point, I was thinking, OH SHIT OH SHIT IS THIS THE POINT WHERE I FIND OUT MY BOYFRIEND IS A PSYCHO AND TOMORROW OUR MURDER-SUICIDE WILL BE ON THE FRONT PAGE OH SHI--

He went out to the parking lot quickly, returned, then headed back up to the kitchen. I still had no idea what was going on, so I just followed him.

The napkin was smoldering now. Then it BURST INTO FLAMES. He watched it calmly while sounding like he was trying to shoo his mom off the phone.

I didn't even know anymore. So I just said: "hey, be careful not to set off the fire alarm." He went over to turn on the exhaust. The floor was filled with the sweet smell of burning. Eventually, the flame died out; he got out a fork from the dishwasher and prodded the remnants of the napkin into the stove.

Finally, he turned off the phone, then ran to me and cried like a kid (half-jokingly). Apparently, he had killed a cockroach earlier with the Pizza Hut napkin, but he was afraid that he hadn't done it thoroughly enough, so the only option was to KILL IT WITH FIRE. I asked him if this was something that people from Jinan did with bugs, like how my late grandfather's nurse from... I don't remember where... would microwave old books to disinfect them, but he said no, he was just really afraid of cockroaches.

I told him he'd love Hong Kong, where the cockroaches are three inches long.
24 February 2010 @ 05:17 pm
So I made a spam post...