"That'll do. That'll do."
Grounds keeper Willie to snake.
Grounds keeper Willie to snake.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Update.
It seems this blog hasn't been updated in a while.
The reason I'm back here again is because I recently got the idea to kick start a Star Wars expanded-universe themed blog where I break down the galaxy's literature, from ancient Jedi tribes to the Yuuzan Vong war and beyond; basically a blog where I talk about how cute George Harrison is (jokes; maybe not). I just realized how really geeky that sounds if you're an outsider of the Star Wars fantasy realm. So setting up that blog on blogspot finally wound me back onto the dashboard, and despite the crazy new updates, I found our old blog.
It's kind of wonky looking back at the crazy times Emi[lie] and I shared, and how wonderfully care-free we spent our summers, clapping our thighs away and producing mass thunderstorms. Now she's busy with.. what are you doing, Emi? I'm pretty sure it's along the lines of cramming tons of volunteering into the hunt for some kind of medical-research related job. I'm just stuck in high school, memorizing extensive French plays and setting volleyballs on the court whenever I can. In other words, it's been quite busy between the both of us, otherwise Emi would still be here posting up a million Simpsons gifs.
Throughout the years growing up with Emi[lie], I learned a couple things. The most important two I want to share with you is the following; eating ham at midnight can make you throw up, and your thunder-thighs aren't probably going to go away even if you squat extensively. To all those with thunder-thighs reading this post, I strongly encourage you to learn to love your cellulite-ridden chunks of meat. And I strongly encourage you to love your thighs regardless, and any other part of your body you may be insecure. But thighs mostly - they deserve some love. And to all those considering consuming ham at the peak of optimum darkness, do so responsibly and with appropriate moderation.
In all seriousness, Emi's taught me a lot, along with my plethora of other older cousins. I'm grateful for mooching off your endless wisdom, hilarious jokes, and impromptu jam sessions.
(in other words, deliciously sweet; just the way I like it).
The reason I'm back here again is because I recently got the idea to kick start a Star Wars expanded-universe themed blog where I break down the galaxy's literature, from ancient Jedi tribes to the Yuuzan Vong war and beyond; basically a blog where I talk about how cute George Harrison is (jokes; maybe not). I just realized how really geeky that sounds if you're an outsider of the Star Wars fantasy realm. So setting up that blog on blogspot finally wound me back onto the dashboard, and despite the crazy new updates, I found our old blog.
It's kind of wonky looking back at the crazy times Emi[lie] and I shared, and how wonderfully care-free we spent our summers, clapping our thighs away and producing mass thunderstorms. Now she's busy with.. what are you doing, Emi? I'm pretty sure it's along the lines of cramming tons of volunteering into the hunt for some kind of medical-research related job. I'm just stuck in high school, memorizing extensive French plays and setting volleyballs on the court whenever I can. In other words, it's been quite busy between the both of us, otherwise Emi would still be here posting up a million Simpsons gifs.
Throughout the years growing up with Emi[lie], I learned a couple things. The most important two I want to share with you is the following; eating ham at midnight can make you throw up, and your thunder-thighs aren't probably going to go away even if you squat extensively. To all those with thunder-thighs reading this post, I strongly encourage you to learn to love your cellulite-ridden chunks of meat. And I strongly encourage you to love your thighs regardless, and any other part of your body you may be insecure. But thighs mostly - they deserve some love. And to all those considering consuming ham at the peak of optimum darkness, do so responsibly and with appropriate moderation.
In all seriousness, Emi's taught me a lot, along with my plethora of other older cousins. I'm grateful for mooching off your endless wisdom, hilarious jokes, and impromptu jam sessions.
+, Emilie and her boyfriend celebrated their second anniversary sometime this week and I wanted to point out the fact that it was super cute and they took a very cute-funny-looking-couple-selfie at a Korean cafe here in Toronto, Cafe Bene (click for the link!). Their green tea is amazing, and the joint really does looks like a cafe pulled straight out from a Korean drama.
The green tea concoction.
I can't recall the exact name but the taste was godly (in other words, deliciously sweet; just the way I like it).
In addition, some more life updates:
- I run a flickr and I suggest you follow it. I recently bought a nifty fifty Canon lens and I'm trying to actively shoot some more.
- Emilie's been attending lots of human rights/democracy related events.
- Our hometown mayor smokes crack and it is going down in Canadian history textbooks.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Entry #5
"Johnny Tightlips, where'd they hit ya?"
"I ain't sayin' nothin'."
"Well what do I tell the doctor?"
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Entry #3
Homer Simpson: Urge to kill... fading... fading... fading... RISING... Fading... fading... gone.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Entry #1
We are starting a dictionary of our favourite The Simpsons references.
Entry #1:
Bart Simpson: Ask her. She's the brains. I'm the thing that's not the brains.
Entry #1:
Bart Simpson: Ask her. She's the brains. I'm the thing that's not the brains.
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