So I found this website through a facebook link
and I have been entranced for the WHOLE DAY!!
so I will post my first wordle of many :)
This is an early salute to everyone who has made my Vancouver experience the awesomeness it has been so far :D
enjoy!
jL out
freshness :D
So during one of the first weeks I started living in my new place, my friend Jacquie asked if she could stay over for the night. Of course, being the complete gentleman I am, I obliged. It was pretty chill, we played some games, talked about the Vic life, watched a movie…
Then she asked if she could take a shower…
I thought everything was alright with my place. It was basically brand new. Big kitchen, had a bed, a table, got the chairs, and a brand new bathroom! However, Jacquie came out of the shower looking completely disappointed.
“Totally a guy’s bathroom…”
Now whaaaaat the fuck does that mean?!
Apparently, my bathroom was not up to standard D:
I didn’t know what was wrong… I mean… I got shampoo, soap, a loofa… WHAT MORE CAN YOU WANT?!
Apparently…
A LOT
Fast forward a couple months to today. I am having another conversation with my friend Jane… and this is how it started…
“
jon // says:
hiiii jaaaane
-jane. says:
heyyyy jon
jon // says:
whatchu doing :]
-jane. says:
i just had an amaaazing shower
i exfoliated my feet and legs with a sea salt scrub, lathered off the oil with a moisturizing shower gel, cleaned off with my lovely smelling rose, honey and oregano lush soap, exfoliated my face with an apricot core scrub, and lotioned all over with my moisturizing tinted lotion..
and i feel amaaaaaaazzzinggg
jon // says:
OOOOO
party
in your bathroom
-jane. says:
big party
jon // says:
woowooo!
“
For starters… I didn’t know about half of the things she was referring to. I thought showering was simple! After 21 years of experience… I do consider myself an expert on the subject!
Step One: Get naked
Step Two: Get wet
Step Three: Shampoo yo head
Step Four: Soap loofa and party!
**that’s what she said to steps 1, 2, and 4**
However, I was proved wrong. APPARENTLY, I don’t got a clue how to shower properly!
After hearing how Jane’s shower went… it left my own shower time leaving me with a feeling of….
..
disappointment
What is usually the best part of my day was shattered by the realization that I have not maximized my bathroom experience!
I need to get on this shit RIGHT NOW
I mean I don’t know what “sea salt scrub” or “rose, honey, and oregano lush soap” is? (is it foood D:)
I JUST KNOW I WANT IT
I want it all!
Dammit Jane!
*sulking*
jL out
So I haven’t written anything on this blog for a little while…
So I’m just gonna publically update everyone on the comings and goings of my life :D
I haven’t been too busy lately, rolling with the punches as they say. Work has been steady, it’s nice to know I don’t have to work crazy 50 hour weeks anymore. The days off are relaxing as I can sleep in and not wake up thinking…
“Holy shit… 5 minutes till I need to peace this mutha out!”
and
“EFFFFFFFFLAAAAATE!!!!!”
Also skipping the breaky meal is kinda lame. I wrote before that I don’t really like breakfast. Though it is true, I can’t deny that I do need to eat in the mornings. If I don’t I get some rediculous belly sounds that truly define “rumbly in my tumbly” :(
As for work, it’s starting to pick up again. It’s funny when sometimes there are no shoppers and my coworkers and I just slack off and chat, when a HUGE shit load of people come down the escalator and royal rape our department. Some people need to find the deceny to learn how to use a hanger properly. And not complain that the place is a mess when the bitch is the one who tried on 5 different sizes saying..
“I am sooooo not a double XL”
Alls I got to say to you ma’am… is you a fatty… and put down that sandwhich!
I have recieved that new guitar from my buddy Leah. And so I aptly named my new stringed friend as such. Playing Leah, I have now been trying to cover a bunch of new songs and I quickly come to realize my terrible passion come back again. Don’t be suprised to see my amateur chords hit the tube. On the side note.. I think I am getting a little better at least. Though every single time I come up with a pretty good riff, I can never put the words to it. I guess I need a lyricist :D
The lack of having a piano is getting me down a little. When I was back in Victoria, I would spend countless hours in front of my piano testing out chord combinations, making simple songs that could rival the complexity of Snow Patrol songs. It’s so much tougher to come up with some interesting vibes when i am still struggling with basic chords on the 6 stringed Leah D:
It’s been the first month of the new year, and I have definately started it with a smile. Though busy schedules and budgets and life in general does weigh me down, I can’t help but keep smiling. I keep glancing on the heart on my hand and all I can do is this crooked smile :]
I ain’t ashamed…
I know I am pure cheese :D
(shout out to old drill team photos!)
Just a small life update
jL out
*This post is in reply to my bro’s request*
Just the other day I met up with some friends..
A buddy of mine came back over from Victoria for a small visit and we decided to go eat at “Crave” …I think it was called…
I didn’t realize before hand, but it was basically just breakfast they were serving….
SO UNFORTUNATE!
Out of all the meals of the day, BREAKFAST is my least favourite. I mean all the food related to breakfast can’t even compare to foods of other meals. Hell even snacks are better! Let me elaborate…
I don’t understand the appeal of breakfast. Some people go insane for pancakes, sausages, bacon, and eggs. To me… that’s a very lame ass meal! There are plenty of other foods that are more delicious, and more filling than that super fattening breakfast.
Also, oatmeal is associated with breakfast. I FUCKING HATE OATMEAL!@
I remember my momma would pay me and my brother to eat oatmeal in the morning. We would get 2 or 3 dollars just to finish a simple bowl. But… this simple bowl was absolute murder. Now I know there is some “tasty” oatmeals out there… but my momma, since she’s insane… didn’t buy any of those. She would serve us oatmeal that was just…. oats… and boiled water…
I FUCKING HATE OATMEAL!
even the smell makes me up-chuck!
But moving on…
Breakfast foods don’t appeal to me…. I also don’t understand why people like eggs benedict. If I wanted something like that, I would much prefer an omlette!
However, since the world does spit out some genius ideas once in a while….
I do love BRUNCH!
Though everytime I go for brunch I never go for any of the breakfast foods… so for me it’s just like an early lunch. But since I go eat with other people at this time. I can call it brunch :)
ANYWAYS, the real reason for this post is for me to reminisce…
Way back in the day, when I used to actually go to church… me and my family would always go through the same conversation. During the mass I would always harass my Dad to figure out where we were going to eat. It was the only thing that kept me awake during the sermon!
My favourite place to eat was a place called Brass Duck, at Tillicum Mall :D
It was owned and operated by a family friend and they would always have a sunday brunch buffet. I loved this buffet sooo much!
Me and my bro would literally strategize how we were gonna clean out the place.
First plate would always be a huge effin pile of meat. They had steak there, and ham there, and chicken there, and more steak there! It was SOOOO GOOOOD!
Second plate would always be the salad… cause I always felt guilty after eating so much meat. Plus my momma would just look at me in the way she does saying “are you retarded? eat some veggies fatty!” This plate would still be good, cause we got to choose our own dressings. Sometimes we would try to make out own special mix of dressings too! That never turned out well though….
Lastly, and the best part of eating at Brass Duck, was that mean and my bro were allowed to go into the kitchen and make ourselves EPIC milkshakes. It was so much fun. They had this whole metal machine! You pour in the milk, and then throw in the ice cream, get your whip cream. That stuff was AWESOME!
Me and my bro would drink two or three of those…
Now after putting away all that food.. and loosening the belt a few holes… the food comas would ensue…
We would be standing waiting for my dad to come around with the van like mortal kombat before fatality.
FINISH HIM!
with nomnomnomnomonomnom :D
jL out
One of my fondest memories of last year of UVIC is when me and my buddy Brad were rollin out in his big ass truck
With this song cranked up :D
A new guitar, so a new cover song everyone!
bare with the noobishness
jL out
I think Jack Johnson put it best…
“A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mama said
It’s just make believe
You can’t believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight”
We all miss the true tragedy that happens all around the world. It’s kinda sad that it takes a disaster to make us feel sad. And when we feel sad, all we do is just give to charity till we can feel self-righteous again.
I get people who ask if I donated to Haiti. Fuck that! I never donate to anything. I don’t know where my money goes. I don’t care if the cause is great. Or it’s to save the world “one dollar at a time”. Unless I literally save a life, I’m not giving. I hate those commercials with the malnourished children. Some white guy telling me to see how sad the kid looks, and how 1 penny can give him bionic legs, and a harvard degree….
I also don’t understand those facebook groups that are like “Join if you thing 9/11 sucked”
How does that change anything?
Even right now I have an invitation to an event…. “Wear red for Haiti”…
the fuck?
I don’t need to feel self-righteous. I know I am selfish. But I am too far to care.
Sounds terrible, probably is terrible.
“Why don’t the newscasters cry when they read about people who die
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
Mama said
It’s just make believe
You cant believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight”
jL out
It’s only 12:48am and insanity has already set in…
I always thought of myself as an animal lover…
and NO not in that way you sick, sick, asshoes…
I always like animals. They are furry, and cute, and love to play :D
But then I realized… my perception of “animals” is very limited. When I think of animals… I think of pets. Like dogs, cats, hamsters…. ducks? All cute and tame, and ready to play!
However, this narrow perception of animals has gotten me in trouble… on more than one occasion!
This one time, I was out camping with a bunch of co-workers. We were celebrating the end of our summer employment in the most righteous way possible… camping out in the rain in Chilliwack, with a car full of beer, gatorade, and candy. To say the least, we were ready to rock the shit out of mother nature. It was all fun and games till we passed out at some random hour in the morning. Waking up… I got out of my tent and did my drunk streches. You know the stretches you have to do after waking up sore from sleeping in retarded positions? Anywho, it was a great sunny day and I start roaming around doin these stretches, and off in the distance I see the most ADORABLE BABY BEAR! It was the first time I’ve ever seen a real bear, as Victoria doesn’t have one in its glorious petting zoo.
I started slowly creeping forward…
I wanted to pet it…
Play with it…
until…
I saw the MOMMA BEAR!
I literally shouted “HOLY SHIT!” and booked it into the car and started honking the horn!
I’ve been told this bear would’ve messed me right up. I pretty sure they are right!
Remembering this story, I started to think about other stupid things I’ve done similar to this. Just last week I was at UBC and I saw some raccoons. There were 5 of them sneaking around one of the older buildings. Again, my bad perception of animals kicked in and I started following them. Slowly getting closer to them, until one looked at me… and I swear to God it did this face…
Needless too say.. I backed right off!
This got me thinking again. I am bigger than a raccoon, but I would never wanna fight one. Why…
Well… it’s cause animals… ANY animal… can seriously mess you up! Think about it.. people talk about cow tipping, but with if that cow was seriously pissed off… It is basically a 500lb freight train against a very fragile Jon Leung. Hell I wouldn’t even mess with an angry dog. My cousin’s dog is the most bipolar dog ever. If he growls at you… it means you get the ef out… RIGHT NOW!
My name is Jon Leung…
and my New Year’s Resolution is…
Don’t ef with animals!
jL out
