i bought an NSX yesterday. yeah you heard me. it’s black with tinted windows, a JGTC-style bodykit and lightweight Volk TE-37 racing rims. the only trouble with it is that it runs on six AA’s and a 9-volt. doh!
on a more serious note: super esther is so super that her superness eclipses all other super things, thus making them quite unsuper compared to the superness of super esther.
i’m not sure why, but riding the elevator here at PSR suddenly recalled a random memory from my childhood. the setting: Hong Kong island. i was about eight years old at the time and we had gone to eat at Maxim’s, my extended family’s favorite neighborhood restaurant. we had just finished eating when one of my aunts asked me in Chinese if i wanted to go to the bathroom…she said if i had to go “#2″ she could take me to the bathroom. of course she used the direct Chinese translation of “#2″ and i, in my childhood stupidity THOUGHT she was talking about ascending to the second floor. my head was instantly filled with the vision of the second floor being this huge toystore or something to that effect. filled with excitement, i eagerly accepted her offer and spent the next few seconds repeating the phrase “yay! i’m going the second floor!” over and over again in my head. i gleefully followed my aunt until she stopped in front of the bathrooms. she pointed to the men’s bathroom and told me to go inside. in shock and disappointment i instantly realized that she had said “#2″ in reference to defecation…not visiting the structural manifestation of my wildest dreams. dejected and saddened, i went inside and stared at the floor for a minute or so, then went back outside so my aunt didn’t think i was a retard for not knowing that she meant “go to the bathroom”. *sigh*
the Carson Pierre Scott building in downtown Chicago is on fire. there was an explosion about ten minutes ago and everyone is suspecting everything from accident to arson to terrorist.
i wonder why people decided to eat crabs and lobsters. i mean…the first person to eat one of those must’ve been an extremely brave man or woman. i can picture it now…stumbling around the seashore and then they see this spiny, clawed creature crawling around on the beach. “oh! i have an idea! let’s catch that repulsive creature, throw it in a pot of boiling water and feast on its innards! yeah!”
i dunno what it is with me and cars. i’m not sure exactly what it is that makes me shell out money to go to every single import show i can. maybe because of the dozens of Japanese showcars or perhaps it’s because of the cool free stuff you get.
sadly, the quality of import car shows has decreased dramatically. before there was an abundance of top-grade showcars: one-off aero kits, molded bumpers, (tasteful) custom bodywork, insane engine swaps, you name it. and now? now it’s like any idiot who can front the entry free and afford a pair of altezza taillights for his momma’s Civic can get into shows. it’s sad, really it is. take for instance, Hot Import Nights 2002. it definitely had its share of sweet cars but the problem is that they were mixed with cars that had unpainted bumpers, sported stickers for parts that they didn’t have and rolled on blackeyes or hubcaps. HUBCAPS.
and another thing, check the names: Hot IMPORT Nights, IMPORT Expo, IMPORT Megashow, IMPORT Revolution. notice a trend? how about the word IMPORT? so what’s up with the mass of domestics? why are Fords and Chevy’s present at an event with IMPORT in the name?
it rained today. i was walking along the side of the lecture halls today (conveniently taking shelter under the oversized roof) when i saw this soaked raven that was lounging around on the ground. at first i thought the poor little guy was a pigeon but then i saw that it was in fact some sort of raven-like creature. so what did i do? i took a seat and watched it for half an hour. it’s not that i was so terribly bored…i just found this keen interest in the bird blossom within me. so i stared at it…i saw it waddle around and we stared at each other as it came to rest on a perch nearby. i documented the reactions i got from people as they strolled by:
guy with headphones: glanced at the bird and smiled deviously. i hope he’s not some sicko.
Arab man: smiled. pointed at the bird, then at me while muttering something underneath his breath i couldn’t hear, understand or both.
short girl: stopped and asked me if it was “a real bird”. does she think i’m some sort of freak looking at a fake bird?
guy with glasses: laughed and said that it was cool that the bird and i were “chillin” uh-huh…weirdo.
Asian girl: had a look of horror in her eyes as she saw it. *shrug*
Jewish guy: took one look and convulsed in fear.
i’m so bored.
i won the AASIA t-shirt contest. the prize? i get my design printed on all the t-shirts as well as getting free membership and a free shirt! SCORE!
Will just startled babbling about the slope of a line closest to the vertex of a parabola…in his sleep. TOO FUNNY.
i lost my i-card today. for those of you not in the know, University of Illinois students’ i-cards serve as their form of identification as well as a usable debit card for stores/restaurants on campus. i got on the train to go back to the west side today when i noticed that my i-card was missing. oh CRAP. realizing that i was faced with annoyance, inconvenience and a $20 i-card replacement fee, i freaked. i got back to eastside because i suspected that the evil wendy’s employees took it and sure enough, i was right. apparently the lady kept my i-card after i gave it to her to swipe instead of giving it back to me! agh! but the important thing is that i got my i-card back. i’m glad i did or else i would’ve been screwed over the next few days…aish.
“…it would be naive to think that somehow we can stop the global juggernauts of McDonald’s or Taco Bell from opening franchises everywhere around the world. They proliferate because they offer people something they want, and to tell people in developing coutnries they can’t have it because it would spoil the view and experience of people visiting from developed countries would be both insufferably arrogant and futile.” – Thomas Friedman
