<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:51:36.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:*a slice of my mind*:.</title><subtitle type='html'>step into my office...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-109240677799068538</id><published>2004-08-13T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T07:19:37.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...it's been awhile since I've been here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened while i stopped posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 25 - Aug 1: went to LA for &lt;a href="http://www.fte.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EXCELLENT!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aug 9 - Aug 11: went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barklake.com"&gt;Bark Lake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and now I'm here. back at home again. there are too many things to talk about...so many moments...I guess I'll start with FTE...met so many, and surprisingly smart Americans in the States. All of whom are more than qualified to be "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hunks-a Human Capital&lt;/span&gt;".   Everyone there  was great and willing to learn and the whole group bonded really closely in just a week or so.  Amazing how much you can get to know a group of 35 in just 7 days. Learned SO much about economics and the way we should think about things.  It was great. I could go on forever...but it wouldn't make much sense unless u were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bark. that i recently just returned from was SO GREAT! I was personally expecting to do the same thing as last year, sleep in the same dirrty cabins as last year but they didn't let me down.  We had different cabins...or rather dorms...with A/C and other than the fact that we had to share it with the "bun buns" it was 10x better than last year's living space! Learned alot of random things i guess this year, we built our own &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orangecurve.com/BarkLake2004/image/dscf0085.jpg"&gt;hungy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(a pit in the sand lined with rocks and used as a oven) and made our own dinner.  The food was not the greatest, kinda sandy, but we did make it ourselves.   It was a good feeling of accomplishment.  Got addicted to the slapping game that I introduced. It's like some kinda plague...we were playing it wherever we went...with our shoulders, eyes, somebody suggested to play with our nose?! i had an awesome time!&lt;br /&gt;Danny took pics at Bark: &lt;a href="http://www.orangecurve.com/BarkLake2004/index.htm"&gt;http://www.orangecurve.com/BarkLake2004/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. now it's already mid way into August...and school is looming around the corner. why. why must time pass by so quickly. don't think im ready to get back to work yet...&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I. Ricebox Media ~ coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-109240677799068538?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/109240677799068538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/109240677799068538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240677799068538' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108975185868636939</id><published>2004-07-13T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T13:50:58.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;temporary flow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now im supposed to be working - inputting client info into this database @ my mom's office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...let's just say it's far from being interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I do get a temporary flow of income for just typing really. yea...im trying to avoid being caught using the internet/msn messenger/playing tontie/watching homestarrunner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa...it's all good. go check out the &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/dween_menu.html"&gt;Decemberween&lt;/a&gt; stuff at homestarrunner...new TGS baby (but don't hold high standards)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108975185868636939?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108975185868636939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108975185868636939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108975185868636939' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108968480255961055</id><published>2004-07-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T19:13:22.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's Favourite Italian Plumber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. i found out something i had never thought about yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;I had never taken the time to think about what the &lt;a href="http://archive.gamespy.com/interviews/august02/mario/"&gt;actor&lt;/a&gt; who does the voice of Mario would look like...but everyone's friend - the television - gave me the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Charles Martinet, an old white guy from the states, i guess he's pretty cool for his age seeing as how he still games.  But it was really weird when i found out...cuz he's basically Mario in person...weird...what's even scarier is when he talks in his Mario voice live. He's this white guy and his normal tone would be your regular deep man voice but Mario's voice on the other hand...i don't even know how many octaves higher it is, it was quite disturbing.  An abnormally high pitched sound coming out of an old white guy...o u better believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange to find out how people get their &lt;a href="http://www.bizjournals.com/eastbay/stories/2004/03/29/smallb3.html"&gt;quirky occupations&lt;/a&gt;...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108968480255961055?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108968480255961055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108968480255961055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108968480255961055' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108930056526680335</id><published>2004-07-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T13:52:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's that time again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i've decided that i might start to blog more often...or try to at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's july...u know what that means...VY starts again...the hike is in about 2 months...Bark Lake is in a month...and the 4 times a week sessions never seemed so troublesome.  yea...that's right...tuesday, thursday, saturday, sunday...tuesday, thursday, saturday, sunday...they really need to get some people who can speak english to do those sessions, and they expect to get other cultures...not with their HEAVY chinese accents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got "new" teams...altho most teams did stay the same...my theory is that the loud people got ripped out of their original group and mixed around into the other ones ot make 4 new teams from the original 6 (of course alot of people didn't come back).  Now we have 3 teams of 6 and 1 team of 5...i guess my team isn't too bad...actually it's almost exactly the same as last year. everyone who came back this year from my team last year is still in my team...+ Stephen the mysterious stranger from UTS (?!) and Bridgitte, who'll act like her loud usual self.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be interesting tho. o well...I'll be leaving on a jet plane in abit more than 2 weeks to fly to LAX in LA for FTE or now known as GEFL.  can't wait for that sweeeeeet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, get my fitness done by performing some &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-07-07&amp;res=l"&gt;outdoor activities&lt;/a&gt;...and might I add that tennis has never been better...2 new asian girls came from out of nowhere *wink wink* and tennis just hasn't been the same...o well...gonna go play tomorow! huha! go asian girls! i mean tennis! i love tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108930056526680335?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108930056526680335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108930056526680335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930056526680335' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108822696065662486</id><published>2004-06-25T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T22:16:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Classics BBQ...if u didn't go u missed out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. what can I say about the Classics BBQ other than amazing. The sweet minty air of "Brooklin", streets with multiple names to throw u off, Mr. McLaren's 6 kids who are soon to be fiends (of Classics of course), bowling at a "nearby" bowling alley, and the New Exec CREAMing the olddies + old execs at bowling. it was sweeeeet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's basically it in a nutshell. activities here and there...Pente...By Jove...Ghost or more recently known as Ghast...it's an endless amount of hilarity! u missed out if u weren't there and so I feel sorry for you. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classics BBQ also reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail103.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; i don't know why but it did. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108822696065662486?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108822696065662486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108822696065662486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108822696065662486' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108804371310579996</id><published>2004-06-23T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:21:53.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's a Good Life after all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to Goodlife today for the first time...thanks to G for hookin' us up with the free guest passes...nicely done. It was a worthwhile experience i guess...a membership there wouldn't be that bad, if i actually took the &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-06-16"&gt;intiative (hehehe i love this commic)&lt;/a&gt;to go there ALOT over the 8 weeks that im not in school...im thinking abotu it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason why I should go to Goodlife? to see &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-06-23"&gt;hot sweaty girls&lt;/a&gt; working out on like the treadmills...or stair climb machines...yea that's right! there are a decent amount there...mmm...hot girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. it's good. thus GOODlife. damn this is turning into some crazy commercial for Goodlife. to counterbalance what i've done...DON'T go to Goodlife! it's mine! all mine! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108804371310579996?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108804371310579996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108804371310579996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108804371310579996' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108744046363767535</id><published>2004-06-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:47:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to ME?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. the rumours are true, it indeed IS my birthday today....along with Yin Xia, Elizabeth Park (gr. 10G), Joey Yung(singer), Mamadou N'Diaye(sp.; NBA player), Tom Carter and a whole bunch of other people who i fail to recall at the current moment.  But I also wish THEM a very happy birthday for today is the BEST day to have a birthday....if only we could ALL gather in one place somehow and drain everyone of their cash with the many many presents that they will have to get us...huha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only was it my birthday, but also the "last" day of school minus that random day next wednesday that apparently is a "real" school day. my ass it is...who's going ot be there? no one. So with all that said and done, math is tomorow, comp sci friday and truly, i will be RID of this horror called school for a WHOLE 2 months! w00t to that my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108744046363767535?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108744046363767535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108744046363767535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108744046363767535' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108735585069488582</id><published>2004-06-15T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T20:17:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So. It's finally here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is just another beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 11:17 right now...and we're 45 min away from the 16th. Last day of school...and o, what else? me getting another year closer to that mark called "over the hill" one of the grade 9s called me &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2003-04-11&amp;res=l"&gt;old&lt;/a&gt; the other day, i think it was Leanne, but i am getting to the point where i can feel those aches in the back...i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an even brighter note, School is FINALLY almost over (and i won't have to see come certain ppl or be in their class EVER AGAIN!) just 1 more day, a math exam, a senseless Comp sci multiple choice test...and then it'll be over! these past weeks have dragged on like there's no tomorow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...40 more min until 1 more gets added to my total live count. cha-ching! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check out &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-06-14"&gt;yesterday's comic&lt;/a&gt; if u havn't already...and a couple of the ones before...most hilarious i must say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108735585069488582?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108735585069488582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108735585069488582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108735585069488582' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108655321398049777</id><published>2004-06-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T13:20:13.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Final Stretch...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's FINALLY nearing the end! after this week it's clear sailing! School just sucks whatever spirit or energy u have in u, and then when ur at ur weakest...it does it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can't wait until the summer starts! production of props for video, random classics projects here and there, reading some new book probably, and alot of other things! go random other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, i'll have my new computer by the coming weekend...can't take this comp no more..the viruses and laggyness is killing me to the max&lt;br /&gt;gotta numb my mind from all the incoming exams with some good thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108655321398049777?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108655321398049777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108655321398049777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108655321398049777' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108621086239199445</id><published>2004-06-02T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T14:14:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's Almost Over!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! did english summative debate...and it feels like i just got a &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2003-05-26&amp;res=l"&gt;monkey&lt;/a&gt; off my back. So i'm feelin' pretty good...but why? why are there even more &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2001-01-05&amp;res=l"&gt;monkies?&lt;/a&gt;(different comic) Physics test tomorow and a random Chem quiz on hydrocarbons...damn. o well, there are like what? 10 days til SCHOOL IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a magical pet monkey...named Zimba...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go all our on our video goodness...and the summer...o man. it's excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108621086239199445?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108621086239199445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108621086239199445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108621086239199445' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108606155806291245</id><published>2004-05-31T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:45:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;English is teh ownzorz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by that i mean. english is owning me up the anal sphincter. it's so close to teh end of the year and yet we are working like mad. i remember back in the day when the last 2 weeks of school meant nothing or any other week in the school year for that matter.  those WERE the good ol' days. shoulda learned to treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im mindlessly blabbing about random stuff cuz that's what blogs are for. tired of working on that stupid english debate...and frankly i don't think i really care what i get in english anymore becuz it just doesn't matter. as long as it's done. it doesn't matter.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also talking to vivian...speaking of which...havn't really kept in touch with the vy gang much. maybe i should...nawww...vy is starting up again soon and we'll be tight like spandex once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.- for those who didn't understand the post about Troy...and the &lt;br /&gt;PA comic becuz they're not so bright, actor playing paris = actor who played legolas = orlando bloom, actor playing hector = actor who played hulk = eric bana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108606155806291245?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108606155806291245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108606155806291245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108606155806291245' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108580341881333028</id><published>2004-05-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T21:03:38.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i joke becuz i love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. just got back from &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-05-24"&gt;Troy&lt;/a&gt; yea the movie was good, but not enough to REALLY impress me. and i've already ignored the classical aspect of it all. It was good, but it didn't make me want to pee my pants cause of its sweet sweet quality. I had a small tingle in the crotch area...it may have even been from Brad Pitt...jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the trip with Classics Club was excellent! that's as much as i can say, there were too many random moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea. if u didn't already click on the &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-05-24"&gt;Troy&lt;/a&gt; link to penny arcade cuz their comic speaks my mind. o PA whatever will i do without u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108580341881333028?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108580341881333028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108580341881333028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108580341881333028' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108570999806645357</id><published>2004-05-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:10:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It just ain't the same no more..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thot i'd open it up abit different today, cuz i have the time)&lt;br /&gt;i find that, with only like 14 days of school left, I refuse to work more than EVER! it's sad. but the drive and spark that used to be inside of me at the beginning of the year isn't there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this happen to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon 14 days! get ur ass in action! go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I'm going to see TROY tomorow! w00t w00t! with Classics Club peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108570999806645357?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108570999806645357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108570999806645357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570999806645357' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108528276152855583</id><published>2004-05-22T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T20:26:01.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;dot dot dot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my family left for Ottawa this morning, leaving me alone at home. I didn't go cause I still have to work on that Classical Essay + model. Having the house all to myself seemed like a good idea...but as it turns out, company is never a bad thing, even if it's only the sound of your brother playing cs.  It would also help if my computer could operate computer games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evenutally I just laid on the couch for most of the day, jot down some stuff that I need to write down for my essay and watched &lt;a href="http://www.thelastsamurai.com"&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the movie, some ppl said it was horrible (probably becuz he ran through a barrage of 500 bullets without being harmed) but I enjoyed it.  Flashy samurai swords always give a movie an edge(yes i know).  It was all about the "way of the &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2002-11-01&amp;res=l"&gt;samurai&lt;/a&gt;", about honour, courage, inner peace, and being one with your samurai sword.  Alot of the movie had japanese in it which I found was pretty interesting, chopsticks in Japanese are called "haishi"? i dunno how they spell it but that's what it sounded like.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we lived in Japan, and followed &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2003-03-10&amp;res=l"&gt;"mo si doh"&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108528276152855583?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108528276152855583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108528276152855583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108528276152855583' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108524945542543620</id><published>2004-05-22T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:11:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In my world, you would be...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across an interesting site recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.office-humour.co.uk/items/msxls/job_predictor.xls"&gt;Jobpredictor.xls&lt;/a&gt;. it's an interesting little program that predicts your job based on your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name                     Occupation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James                    Prostitute&lt;br /&gt;James Chiu               Animal Therapist&lt;br /&gt;James Chi Tsun Chiu      Litter Warden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the funny thing is...is that when I put my Chinese name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiu Chi Tsun: God&lt;br /&gt;(it works if I put my last name last too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! Who says I can't be almighty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and I FINALLY uploaded &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4286799521&amp;congratulation_page=Y"&gt;Classics Conference pictures&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No account on Sony Image Station? That's ok! Use Kitty's Guest one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;User: Kitguest&lt;br /&gt;Password: Guest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108524945542543620?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108524945542543620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108524945542543620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108524945542543620' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108484611938793966</id><published>2004-05-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:08:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2000-03-17&amp;res=l"&gt;little bird&lt;/a&gt; told me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris told me that there are only like 20 something days of school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, a very painful 20 something days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2002-04-24&amp;res=l"&gt;damn.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108484611938793966?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108484611938793966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108484611938793966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484611938793966' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108472323787133575</id><published>2004-05-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T09:00:37.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;another saturday...another day gone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends used to be so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. they're like...some kinda tasteless paste that's oddly generic...i long for the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's sunday. and im stuck inside doing...english Summative Ballad. and...Classical Civ ISP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record: essays are not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108472323787133575?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108472323787133575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108472323787133575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472323787133575' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108441904385336842</id><published>2004-05-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:30:43.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it just ain't the same no more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from Conference...I've determined that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't want to do work&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like school&lt;br /&gt;3. My brain refuses to function&lt;br /&gt;4. a mysterious force compels me to work on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: Half-assed crappy things that i manage to accomplish in the latest of nights. O. the sleep deprivation doesn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note. 4 days at conference was the longest and best 4 days EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;358 Days until the fall of a Great Empire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108441904385336842?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108441904385336842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108441904385336842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108441904385336842' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108432901633346502</id><published>2004-05-11T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:30:16.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A great empire will fall...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say that Classics Conference was amazing! just becuz there's so much rivalry between everyone...o...i love it. i think that's exaclty why i love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTS beat us again this year...by like what? 300 - 400 points? at least they didn't double us like last year...o man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placed 4th in Senior Classical Geo but i think i was supposed to get 3rd...damn crappy ass scantrons. &lt;a href="http://mj.perpetualstroll.ord"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt; placed 2nd in teh same category. Damn those frickin roads. BAH! o well..next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have everything planned out. Next year Markham is going to rise to the top baby! It's about time somebody overthrows those UTS bastards! "The Grek" isn't there next year...we'll have alot of seniors...the stage is set. &lt;strong&gt;Their reign is over. The chain shall be broken.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next year about the same time you'll be hearing from me again..but it'll be about how we took down UTS. HUHA! sex sex sex sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108432901633346502?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108432901633346502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108432901633346502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108432901633346502' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108242985695735107</id><published>2004-04-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T20:01:41.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'll slice u good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. havn't been here in awhile. but due to a special request, james' brain pie is served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i watched little excerpts of Kill Bill vol. I the other day while my dad was watching it...and as I was frantically walking up and down the stairs doing random things here and there. Kill Bill is the most hilarious movie ever. Why u may ask? well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the beginning. The Japanese guy is sitting there...and he's all stern and stuff..and he's like..."I have done what I promised to God I would not do 28 years ago.I have created something that will kill." and *camera pans* and u see the white girl...is it Uma Thurman? is that her name...anyways....the stern Japanese man clad in his Judo uniform is like..."take this yellow haired warrior...somethign something something". I dunno...i found the old Japanese guy talking to some white chick pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait there's more! I did other stuff...and Lucy Liu caught my eye so i stopped to watch abit. They were talking about the Japanese mafia and how it got into the hands of a 1/2 Japanese, 1/2 American bitch(Lucy Liu). and then this random Japanese guy explodes with ANGER! and the other ppl are like.."ey ey. don't spoil our fun. what's wrong wit u" and he's like "what's wrong?! what's wrong is that the mafia is run by a 1/2 bred bitch!" and he's all angry and fuming. Lucy Liu randomly JUMPS on the table and slices his head off with her short samurai sword. Pretty random. but it only gets better. The guy's neck starts spraying blood like a faucet! that's like! like a fountain! just spraying upwards!  It was kinda like one of those lawn watering thingys...ya know with the turning and the *chic chic chic sssssshhhhhhhh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every fight scene there is in that moving, somebody loses some sort of body part and blood will spray out like there's no tomorow. head chopped off: blood sprays upward from neck. Arm is sliced: blood sprays outwards from arms. Wooden pike with nails in it to the side of the head: blood spews out from the eyes. tiny cut on the leg: blood sprays out like someone turned on the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's Kill Bill in a nutshell. body parts flying everywhere and blood sprayage like a lawn watering thinger. o the wonders u get when u put white ppl together with samurai swords. the possibilities are endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108242985695735107?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108242985695735107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108242985695735107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242985695735107' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108045187308810483</id><published>2004-03-27T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T15:28:10.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can u say L-O-S-E?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  we lost. but it was a great game. the game was intense and awesome in itself. haven't seen or played a game like this in a LONG LONG time. i dont' know the score but it's on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/abalonebrush7"&gt;Joey's site somewhere&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a good game..but there were times when i didn't agree with the other team's approach, but that's alright. im over it. i don't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a loss is a loss. we played hard. we were already at a disadvantage becuz of our lack of height. so it's alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, me, lui, stacy, nixon, yin xia, and G fat went to get bbt at commerce then sat at a tim hortons. stuff happened..that i shouldn't put up on the net..so u can ask me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good game. rematch sometime for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108045187308810483?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108045187308810483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108045187308810483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045187308810483' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-108036002041209580</id><published>2004-03-26T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T20:03:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lemme set the stage for u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorow. it's on. everything is on the line. For the winner: honour, glory, respect; For the losers: shame, failure and most importantly the FEE FOR THE GYM! IT IS ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most anitcipated event...of this week...THE RETURN OF THE KING. THE 2 TOWERS. ALL in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gr. 11 "ex-giftees" Vs. the fobs. Clash of the Titans...it all boils down to tomorow's game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will emerge victorious? Obviosuly us! there's no question about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-108036002041209580?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108036002041209580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/108036002041209580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108036002041209580' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107983871670337298</id><published>2004-03-20T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:15:51.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sooo you is wanting to be chineeeeese?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u don't haf yellow skeen? blak hair? balk eyes? doooonnnn't worrrrriiieee!&lt;br /&gt;dis is eightee-eight ways to becoming a chink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year. &lt;br /&gt;2. You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off. &lt;br /&gt;3. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your kitchen has a sticky film of grease over it.&lt;br /&gt;7. You have stuff in the freezer since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;8. You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.&lt;br /&gt;9. You have never used your dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;10. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.&lt;br /&gt;11. You boil water and put it in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;12. You eat all meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;13. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.&lt;br /&gt;14. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.&lt;br /&gt;15. You always leave your shoes at the door.&lt;br /&gt;16. You have a piano in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;17. Your parents know how to launch nasal and throat projectiles.&lt;br /&gt;18. You iron your own shirts.&lt;br /&gt;19. You drive a Honda or Acura and are less than 5'8"tall.&lt;br /&gt;20. You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).&lt;br /&gt;21. You twirl your pen around your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;22. You hate to waste food... a) Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them. (Your mom will give a lecture about starving kids in Africa) b) You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;23. You don't own any real Tupperware-only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, take out containers, and jam jars.&lt;br /&gt;24. You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.&lt;br /&gt;25. You've eaten a red bean Popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;26. You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes. &lt;br /&gt;27. You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;28. The condiments in your fridge are either Price Club sized or come in plastic packets, which you save/steal every time you get take out or go to McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;29. Ditto paper napkins.&lt;br /&gt;30. You wipe your plate and utensils before you eat every time you go to a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;31. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes)...These travel snacks are always dried. As in not just dried plums, dried ginger, and beef/pork jerky, but dried cuttlefish (SQUID).&lt;br /&gt;32. You own a rice cooker.&lt;br /&gt;33. You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.&lt;br /&gt;34. You spit bones and other food scraps on the table. (That's why you need the vinyl tablecloth).&lt;br /&gt;35. Your parents vehemently refuse the sack of gold coin oranges that their guests just brought just to be courteous.&lt;br /&gt;36. You fight (literally) over who pays the dinner bill.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.&lt;br /&gt;38. You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.&lt;br /&gt;39. When you go to a dance party, there are a wall of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool.&lt;br /&gt;40. You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;41. You don't use measuring cups.&lt;br /&gt;42. You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax.&lt;br /&gt;43. You beat eggs with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;44. You re-gift cookies or Christmas cake at Christmas (some could even be more than 5yrs old).&lt;br /&gt;45. You have a teacup with a cover on it.&lt;br /&gt;46. You reuse teabags.&lt;br /&gt;47. You have a drawer full of old pens, most of which don't write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;48. If you're under age 20, you own a really expensive walkman. If you're over 20, you own a really expensive camera.&lt;br /&gt;49. You always look phone numbers up in the phone book, since calling Information costs 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;50. You don't tip more than 10% at a restaurant, and if you do, you tip Chinese delivery guys/waiters more.&lt;br /&gt;51. You're a wok user.&lt;br /&gt;52. You only make long distance calls after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;53. You know all the waiters at your favorite Chinese restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;54. You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions a) You love Chinese Martial Arts films. b) Shao Lin and Wu Tang actually mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;55. You have acquired a taste for bittermelon.&lt;br /&gt;56. You like congee with thousand year old eggs.&lt;br /&gt;57. You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attatched-- it means they're fresh.&lt;br /&gt;58. You never call your parents just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;59. You always cook too much.&lt;br /&gt;60. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;61. Also, if you don't live at home, your parents always want you to come home.&lt;br /&gt;62. Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick.&lt;br /&gt;63. When you're sick, they also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they produce hot air (yeet hay in Cantonese).&lt;br /&gt;64. You e-mail your Chinese friends at work, even though you only sit 10 feet apart.&lt;br /&gt;65. Your parents never go to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;66. Your parents send money to their relatives in China.&lt;br /&gt;67. You use a face cloth.&lt;br /&gt;68. Your parents use a clothes line.&lt;br /&gt;69. You're always late.&lt;br /&gt;70. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;71. You starve yourself before going to all you can eat buffet.&lt;br /&gt;72. You've joined a CD club at least once.&lt;br /&gt;73. You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics, computers.&lt;br /&gt;74. You never discuss your love life with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;75. Your parents are never happy with your grades!!&lt;br /&gt;76. You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.&lt;br /&gt;77. You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.&lt;br /&gt;78. You keep most of your money in a savings account.&lt;br /&gt;79. You own an MJ set and possibly have a room set up in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;80. You know what MJ means. [no, it's not Michael Jackson: It's Mahjong!]&lt;br /&gt;81. You've been on the Love Boat or know someone who has.&lt;br /&gt;82. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.&lt;br /&gt;83. You say "wei" when answering your cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;84. You are familiar with the term "aiee yah...".&lt;br /&gt;85. You know what moon cakes are.&lt;br /&gt;86. You know why this list consists of only "88" reasons.&lt;br /&gt;87. You enclose your remote controls in plastic to keep greasy fingerprints off them.&lt;br /&gt;88. You take this message and forward it to all your Chinese friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i guess u'd have to be chinese to truly understand this list but U too can become Chinese by accomplishing most of the above tasks! It's sad..but it's o so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107983871670337298?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107983871670337298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107983871670337298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107983871670337298' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107973953085887683</id><published>2004-03-19T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T15:42:11.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TC pics...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4287397701"&gt;TC pics&lt;/a&gt; are up! &lt;br /&gt;Go and check em' out! some may be out of order...that's only because imagestation was not cooperating...meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you missed the link before..here it is again! TC PICS: &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4287397701"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4287397701&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107973953085887683?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107973953085887683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107973953085887683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973953085887683' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107967290382211508</id><published>2004-03-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:11:44.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;one word. TC. o wait...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 days have been soooo amazingly AWESOME! i can't begin to express all the energy that was expended...seriously. it's not even funny.  someone said something about...doing stuff on friday? HA. FRIDAY?! AWAKE?! good one. my voice is like...gone...there's nothing left of me. Learned so much at TC tho..all these things that I didn't know....so MANY ppl that i've never met (more later) and ppl that i know but havn't seen alot of. it was so great! TC was such a good time. Time well spend indeed. probably the most productive period i've spent so far into the march break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at TC was o so good! Me, Jeremy, Joseph were in teh same team: Team Joseph. Yea. that's the real name of the team. Team Captains were so kewl: Victor, the break dancing, rice-cooking captain and Brian, the guy who never responds to his own name but led us o so bravely. Met so many people that I havn't seen in awhile...Nixon (ow! my nipples! bastard!),Wilbert, Vikki, Daniel (remember him? Berczy?)....and then I met a WHOLE bunch of NEW friends!my whole team was new to me...didn't know a single person and now we are like TIGHT! Team Joseph was so good...Pump Pump Pump It up! Team Joseph Pumps It up! Freeeeestyllleeeee....good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TC&lt;br /&gt;At first...I was only a person going into TC to met "new people" but that's all changed. the first worshipping session...i was just like *yea..i'll just take this easy...breeze it through...don't really have to get into the singing*...then group interaction and games came *ye! goooo Joseph! Joseph! Pump Pump....* and then the second worshipping session...everyone was hyped! HYPED! loud cheering EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Media, The Rec, and the hilariousnessesss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  TC Media...TC Rec...so many good times.&lt;br /&gt;  TC Media...hmmm..the Rules Video...&lt;br /&gt;  "Now is time to make your choice...the red pill or the blue pill"   *reaches for red pill* &lt;br /&gt;  *slaps hand!*  "NO! what are u doing!"&lt;br /&gt;  *Vroom vroom* "wai! seu jai!(bad son)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  TC Rec..i dunno..games and stuff....Dynamite Chant! In Chinese! kitchen hai mut yea? dynamite! the     iron monkey challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Si-Fu, Don't touch guy, and the Enoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wong Si-Fu! - this old guy..who was teh master of TC Rec. he was sooo kewl...mad props!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Don't Touch Guy&lt;br /&gt;1: "I AM A REBEL! I LIKE TO BREAK THE RULES! What's THIS?!?!?!" *in angry chinese accented tone*&lt;br /&gt;DTG: "Dooonnn't touch!"&lt;br /&gt;1: "I AM A REBEL! I WILL TOUCH IT!"&lt;br /&gt;DTG: "I SAID Dooooonnn't touch!"&lt;br /&gt;*touch*&lt;br /&gt;*ping!*&lt;br /&gt;1: "arrrrgggghhh...my....gentialia..."(didn't actually say taht..was just acted out on stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time&lt;br /&gt;1: I AM A REBEL! I WILL BREAK THE RULES! CUZ I AM A REBEL! &lt;br /&gt;DTG: Doooonnnn't touch&lt;br /&gt;1: I HAVE LEARNED THE WAYS OF THE IRON MONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;DTG: dooonnnn't touch&lt;br /&gt;*touch*&lt;br /&gt;*pokes eyes*&lt;br /&gt;1: OW! MY EYES! ah! !@#%$#^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd time&lt;br /&gt;2: what's this?&lt;br /&gt;1: no. don't touch that!&lt;br /&gt;2: why?&lt;br /&gt;1: becuz..it is baaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;*touches*&lt;br /&gt;*pause. nothing happens*&lt;br /&gt;1: ???&lt;br /&gt;*touches*&lt;br /&gt;*touches again*&lt;br /&gt;1: HAHAHAHA! I have won! I touched it! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*touches again*&lt;br /&gt;1: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*random guy walks up*&lt;br /&gt;*ping!*&lt;br /&gt;1: arrrrggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And then there was Enoch. You had to be there to understand his significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC was Soooo much Awesomes! w00t! more updated things asa i remember them later on...pics will probably be up soo too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107967290382211508?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107967290382211508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107967290382211508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967290382211508' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107949431001794786</id><published>2004-03-16T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T19:35:07.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Strange but Awesome Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning...me and kitty were supposed to go to Milliken Soccer Dome for Badminton...i dunno how it works...but apparently there is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the guy in the soccer dome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese guy working at the soccer dome: hi good morning ladies and gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;*im thinking....ok...who does this guy think he is?*&lt;br /&gt;Chinese guy: so all of you came to play the indoor ten-nees and the bad-min-ton? you guys didn't come the other weeks then?&lt;br /&gt;*I'm thinking...uhhh...what does this have to do with anything*&lt;br /&gt;Chinese guy: if you came the other weeks then you would know that there is no indoor ten-nees and badminton, this week is for a soccer clinic for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT DAMN. ALL THIS WAKING UP AND EVERYTHING FOR NOTHING?! NOTHING?! o well..i guess...kitty's here with her car and stuff...i guess we could go somewhere..but where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victim #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: call mok! wake him up!&lt;br /&gt;*dialing*&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhh..can i speak to andrew please&lt;br /&gt;*5 min later*&lt;br /&gt;Mok: !@#@%^*$^%adfgbiudfgaa&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wake UP ANDREW! GET DRESSED! We're coming to get u!&lt;br /&gt;Mok: adkfasuf@#$#$%jaksdg2#%&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea..wake up and get dressed! we're going to have a day of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Mok: garsh.aaidbf//'pl,pp[[/p3282..23&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok..we're coming right now *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and kitty are waiting outside in teh car for like 15 min for this guy to get dressed and everything...geez..and he comes out lookin' like he just had sex or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So..where're we goin'?&lt;br /&gt;Mok: Let's go wake up other people...so they can share my pain&lt;br /&gt;Me: alright..but who...&lt;br /&gt;Mok: Juli.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i thought she couldn't do it...&lt;br /&gt;Mok: i dunno what time is she going to her friend's house...&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;*dialing*&lt;br /&gt;Mok: can i speak to juli please&lt;br /&gt;*5 min later*&lt;br /&gt;*talking talking talking*&lt;br /&gt;Me: GET DRESSED JULI! WE'RE COMING TO GET U&lt;br /&gt;Mok: james told u to get dressed cuz we're on our way&lt;br /&gt;Juli: whaa @#%$&amp;#!%$*$$(@$!#%*$&lt;br /&gt;Mok: get dressed now. we're on the way. *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the story of how 2 people were kidnapped on a tuesday morning. so that they could keep me amused. We went to many places that morning...went to chinese style breakfast for like $2.50 and then to pmall...then to Red Ruby for Juli's eye appointment...and then to 1st markham to get those stickery card picture things..all this...i wasn't really planning on doing anything special today either...o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS supposed to go to the movies..but i kinda got lazy and didn't really feel like walking from finch to sheppard to get to Empress Walk. Meh. I don't think i missed much..it would've been a day of fun tho. damn. o well. it was still a day of craziness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC is starting tomorow..until thursday! that's 2 days planned out for me already! w00t! don't hav to do much thinking. score one for james.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107949431001794786?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107949431001794786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107949431001794786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949431001794786' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107924357101549326</id><published>2004-03-13T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:56:04.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i remember now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. after talking with kitty about last night..all the things rushed back into my head. let's see...let's just start with the driving part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so joel and andrew decide to take chris' car around his street ..and mok comes driving and turnign at like 95! it was damn fast..and really close to teh curb...then there was the racing down the streets to 1st markham..it was more like chris going really fast and passing the other car. haha jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occurence 1&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey there they are! &lt;br /&gt;*other car turns from brimley onto 14th&lt;br /&gt;Chris: dun worry we'll catch up to them&lt;br /&gt;*green light*&lt;br /&gt;Me: other lane other lane!&lt;br /&gt;*zoom*&lt;br /&gt;*passing the other car and givng thme lots and lots of fingers*&lt;br /&gt;everybody: fuck u biiiiooooooottttcccchhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occurence 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Joel moon the other car&lt;br /&gt;Joel: alright&lt;br /&gt;*zoom passes the other car*&lt;br /&gt;*flash*&lt;br /&gt;cam's spitting tapioca balls at chris' car and then teh war begins&lt;br /&gt;*cam moons us back*&lt;br /&gt;Mok: yo chuck the plastic cup at their car&lt;br /&gt;someone: what?&lt;br /&gt;Mok: yea it's just plastic..it's not like it'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel hit chris' panic button when he was trying to look for it in the parking lot...and there wasn't much after...just talking about randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the mall with kitty cuz i was soooo damn bored at home. ate taco bell. went home. slept. went out for dinner and then to ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's game was better, except i didn't really feel like running or anything...felt weird so i didn't play as hard. a hear pounding game of ankle-breakin', shaq-attackin'(henry lo), dime-droppin', rain-makin', basketball game. Dicken had like 26 points i think...wow that's wicked. he contributed to half the team's points. Lok Man broke Bryan's ankles...literally.so he had to sit out for like the last 15 min. it was pretty much the same. good ol' basketball.more next week. and the week after (27th) it's OUR game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107924357101549326?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107924357101549326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107924357101549326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924357101549326' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107920073128227835</id><published>2004-03-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T10:02:03.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a night of random hilarity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was the p.a. day...or p.d. day...whatever. which meant no school and additional par-taying! alot of RANDOM thing happened yesterday night....soo many that i can't even remember them all...we broke out the Mah Jong and started playing...uhhh...there's always the pool....Kitty's dad came into mok's house and started playing joel pool..it was odd...then there was the penis in mouth (penis gummies of course) man..so many things happened and i don't remember a single thing.  We watched the School of Rock starring Jack Black.  So many random names like Spazzy McGee and Turkey Sub. haha..o man..so funny. and the random "that was tasty" comment at the end of the movie. that just topped it off.  went to get bbt in the cold from 1st markham, and that was it for the night. i remember so many things happening...that i don't remember...u had to be there. jodi smoked joel in the crotch right before we left tho...something about him saying that she was ugly? yea sounds about right. Andrew threatening Jess that he would purple nurple her ass? everything's a blur...maybe i'll clarify everything up when i start to remember... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sentences have no punctuation whatsoever and im connecting ideas with "..." i think it's a sign that i should stop now.  i swear it's bad for my english mark. goin' to play ball tonite tho with "the fobs" w00t!i dunno..i don't remember why i decided to blog in the first place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107920073128227835?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107920073128227835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107920073128227835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107920073128227835' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107906853990645251</id><published>2004-03-11T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:18:50.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's time i blogged again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just out of my own amusement..i thought i'd blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something out of the ordinary actually happened today..2 things actually.&lt;br /&gt;1. i say joanna patterson for all those who remember her from Berczy...during tennis&lt;br /&gt;2. i made some kid cry during tennis today...accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to further explain the second incident: we have a weird system at the tennis "clinic" sort-of thing i go to every monday and thursday. if u win u move up a court and if u lose, u move down. the better players start higher and crappier players start lower. so 1st round, i won and stayed on top court. 2nd round..i lost...and so i had to move down. my opponent? a tiny kid up to like my waist maybe. i didn't know HOW he got up but possibly becuz there weren't alot of ppl to at the clinic to begin with. so my points stacked up while his floated around 1 or 2. the tennis coaches are always standing around..."take the short balls early" and "attack the short balls" and that's exactly what i did. when a ball drops near the mid court line, u hit it hard and fast so the other person has NO CHANCE at all to get to it. i did that. i won. the kid cried. i was doing that for a few points...but i guess..he just couldn't handle it. i didn't know what to do...neither did the coaches. it's a game right? im not going to ease off and let some punkass little kid beat me cuz he was small. psh. no way. so i made him cry becuz i beat him too badly. o well..it's a shame.&lt;br /&gt;that kid's not going very far in life is he? &lt;br /&gt;if you can't take losing then don't play at all. games are about winning or losing. when u win u feel good, when u lose, u get a chance to improve. i hate ppl who can't lose. dumbasses that start cheating becuz they want to get to a higher court...even though it really means nothing at the end of the night. to them winning is everything. and even though they SUCKASS they use all those cheap little moves to try and win. of course eventually u just get to a point where u've improved so much that their tricks don't do anything. i love winning those kinds of ppl. it makes them feel horrible and there's a warm squishy feeling inside me. i so want to rub it in their face...but i'd like to keep what i have to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107906853990645251?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107906853990645251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107906853990645251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906853990645251' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-10787152877800579</id><published>2004-03-07T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:11:12.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;dodgey as usual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so havn't been here awhile. and joseph that bastard is makign me blog so he can read about random stuff. let's see what's happened in the past week(s)&lt;br /&gt;1. i started driver's ed. finally.&lt;br /&gt;2. there was a school dance&lt;br /&gt;3. some ppl broke up i think...im not sure becuz i don't really care..&lt;br /&gt;4. uhhhh...thats about it folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothign to it. nothing interesting happens at school...sux. it really does.&lt;br /&gt;my weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat. i woke up. went to math (data management) for 3 hours straight! it was painful..and somewhat funny...we were talking about movies and stuff...and Starsky and Hutch came up...and Passion of the Christ also came up at the same time...this was how it went down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: yea starsky and hutch...i hear that's a funny movie&lt;br /&gt;2: i dunno i dun really wanna watch it&lt;br /&gt;3: it looks kinda good&lt;br /&gt;4: should i eat somethign if im going to see "passion" in 2 hours? i hear it's gorey like mad&lt;br /&gt;1: yea! passion is so gorey! u'll barf for sure if u were eating popcorn in teh theatre&lt;br /&gt;2: yea i saw that movie...it was like...10min of constant whipping action...in the face&lt;br /&gt;3: yea snoop dog is in starsky and hutch&lt;br /&gt;2: what? snoop dog's in passion?&lt;br /&gt;*laughter*&lt;br /&gt;1: yes. becuz snoop dog is teh most jewish person ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that was it for sat. i went home and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driver's ed on sunday morning...early sunday morning...10...barely awake...i got like 33/40 today..whatever. whenever the guy put a video on i'd daze off and not listen. the guy is hilraious tho..ur typical british white guy with the horrible lookin' teef.  he doesn't stop talking...for the whole 4 hours he talks for like 3.5 hours..just talks and talks..and talks during the videos too...the other half an hour is our brake and we just try and run away.  anyways..he talks about random stuff and how stick shift is better and automatics are "wimp mobiles" and like italians are better drivers and brazilians and always drunk. he's a crazy guy..somewhat hilarious..i guess he makes driver's ed not so boring. at least it's easy. i dunno..that wasn't very interesting...it's just becuz joseph made me blog. damn u joseph. look at me! it hurts to blog! *burning* ahhh my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. the new word is "dodgey" so use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-10787152877800579?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/10787152877800579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/10787152877800579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10787152877800579' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107794637662821943</id><published>2004-02-27T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:35:49.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bizarro World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizarro? Bizzaro? Bizzarro? i dunno...but today was the weirdest thing ever. We encountered bizarro Cam in the caf line today. yes. he looked exactly the same as cam...abit wider..but he was cam. there was no doubt about it. the same hair do and black shirt and jeans. they were definitely wearing the similar things today. From the back i probably couldn't tell which one was which. i was lucky that people were staring at the bizarro cam or i really would've tapped him on the shoulder and asked him what he was getting...or even worse...make a random comment at him. Bizarro. You would never think these kinds of things would happen to us. But it just did. It's like breaking the ice. Now that it's happened to cam...it can happen to ANY one of us! everyone is at risk of meeting their bizarro self. what happens when u DO manage to come across ur bizarro self? who knows? what will happen then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. IT could happen to U. Meeting ur bizarro self...just one of the horrors that come with living in the this mized up world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107794637662821943?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107794637662821943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107794637662821943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794637662821943' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107723748167304849</id><published>2004-02-19T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:40:42.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I should be doing this more often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hectic week. crazy! if i must say so myself. monday + tuesday = DECA, wednesday = music fest volunteering (whole day), thursday = random tests that i missed last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So monday + tuesday was &lt;a href="http://www.deca.ca"&gt;DECA&lt;/a&gt;. it was AWESOME! &lt;a href="http://www.deca.ca"&gt;DECA&lt;/a&gt; is one of those things that i look forward to every year. it was excellent! Partnered up with joe in "travel and tourism" and we just blew away the judge in the oral presentation. That's right Jodi and Yin xia, we got those ribbons! we placed baby! w00t! Top 10 for team oral competitions! i can't wait til next year because im going to OWN it. and place top 3 for SURE! there is no changing destiny. i had great fun at DECA...skipping school...using our o-so-innovative minds to come up with solutions...it doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was music fest. Caswell wasn't there in the morning so there was a period of time when ALL the bands rushed in at once. and then that was about it. the whole day i sat there...talking to like...kitty, danny, alicia about stuff...i.e. stouffville...and talking with mr. Caswell abotu hot girls who have a mixed background. it was odd but delightful. o well...i missed school that day also...which means i'll have even more to catch up on...but that's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 days are going to be pain-a-toss because i have a few things to catch up on. that's alright. i had great fun this week. can't wait til next year of DECA! w00t w00t! so join &lt;a href="http://www.deca.ca"&gt;DECA&lt;/a&gt;! even if u don't go to my school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107723748167304849?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107723748167304849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107723748167304849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723748167304849' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107646784879438328</id><published>2004-02-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:53:17.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wow. it has truly been awhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Not much happened from when I last blogged. Really, nothing happened. i hate it! why can't more interesting things happen to me...but it was pretty hilarious today i guess....talkin' about "sausage factory" and such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*discussing about the OC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK: yea, adam brody has that other show on the Comedy network called "sausage factory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-X: sausage factory? i've never seen that...it sounds like some sort of gay porno video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what? yin xia watches gay porn? called Sausage Factory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-X: What?! no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuldip's already begun spreading the word*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u can see. nothing really happens at school anymore. we do work. we go home. we do more work. that's life. repeating over and over again like a for loop...until we get to that max point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;const DEATH = 99;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For iAge:= 1 to DEATH do&lt;br /&gt;      begin&lt;br /&gt;              work := iDO;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;              work:= sux;&lt;br /&gt;      end;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if that would work in pascal. im really not thinking right now...just mindlessly doing this journal we got in comp sci class. o well...i'll just rot in my hole now. good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107646784879438328?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107646784879438328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107646784879438328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646784879438328' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107553057803003112</id><published>2004-01-30T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:31:52.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Damn Eleavator.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this strange elevator in the Eaton Centre....at the food court under old navy and beside the Athlete's world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this elevator only goes to either the 1st floor or the food court floor. Only 2. So basically you get into the elevator and you have no choice where u want to go. If you're on the top, you go down. If you're on the bottom floor you go up. Simple. BUT to make matters complicated, they put 2 buttons in the elevator. the floor ur not on and the floor u are on. so what r u going to do? choose the floor you ARE on? man...that's so damn INEFFICIENT. People who take comp sci  would know what im talking about. stupid users could choose the same floor and not end up going anywhere! I mean, you can avoid that by NOT HAVING ANY BUTTONS AT ALL! geeeeezus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know the answer to why they would put to buttons on an elevator that only goes to 1 other floor. please feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107553057803003112?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107553057803003112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107553057803003112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107553057803003112' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107553024565814080</id><published>2004-01-30T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:26:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Frozen and Frozen Yogurt/Yogourt(cdn spelling)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Havn't touched this in awhile. My excuse is that nothing interesting happens...but something did happen just yesterday(thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.The &lt;a href="http://yinxialu.blogspot.com"&gt;yin xia&lt;/a&gt; and I decided to go down to the T-dot. GTA. The supposedly "megacity". Ordinary trip downtown...did a bunch of things...saw a bunch of people...i.e. Ian Shep. That's right. I was wondering how many people i knew I would see downtown...and just when my hopes died down..Ian comes knocking on the McDonald's window. wow. that was excellent. Walked from Eaton's...half way to the slummy part of Queen St. and decided to turn around and walked towards spadina. Tread through snow and lots and lots of cold. Our limbs were frozen and stuff.it was cold. But Y-X wanted to go...ad we didn't even know we had walked that far...whatever. It was a good adventure nonetheless.  But before we had trekked through all the cold and snow, a hilarious incident happened to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking im real hungry right about now*&lt;br /&gt;Her: yea...the food court's pretty expensive. 2 mama burgers and a large fries? isn't really that cheap&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking yea...i don't really want to spend money on food, even tho im REAL hungry right about now* yea..ur right...but it's the best u'll get down here&lt;br /&gt;Her: O! u remember Abacus? where they give u a box and u can stuff whatever in it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: O! u mean that buffet place upstairs?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yea! i wonder if it's still there...&lt;br /&gt;*after further debate whether it's still there or not*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: maybe u should just ask someone&lt;br /&gt;Her: yea i'll ask the frozen yogurt guy&lt;br /&gt;Me: alright..but i doubt he'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chinese man walks up to us at the counter*&lt;br /&gt;Her: hi. do you know if Abacus is still here?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese guy: *in chinese accent* uhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Her: the restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Guy: no. we don't have abacus. we have frozen yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i just start cracking up right about now*&lt;br /&gt;Me: c'mon let's go.&lt;br /&gt;Her: alright thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. good times. nothin' beats chinese ppl who can't understand what the hell u want from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107553024565814080?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107553024565814080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107553024565814080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107553024565814080' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107465335125182761</id><published>2004-01-20T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:51:11.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Owned? OWNED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. enriched english exam today. IT was this |                      | much pain. YUP. i don't believe anyone finished the exam. Although cam was pretty darn close. O well! we all fail together! fun! gr. 11 english ALL OVER again during the summer! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. at least im not doing anything right now. it's all good. No it's not. next week: Math, Bio + physics, Classical civ. &lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE STUDYING OVER THE WEEKEND! PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107465335125182761?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107465335125182761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107465335125182761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465335125182761' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107448647579844832</id><published>2004-01-18T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T20:29:53.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wow. it's been awhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see what's happened whilst i was gone&lt;br /&gt;1. yea..Diana sorta got hit...by a car&lt;br /&gt;2. i was the one who called the police..first time baby! i think the operator was a hot chick&lt;br /&gt;3. missed out on some HILARIOUS fun at kk's i think..or at least missed out on cam...GG cameron GG (&lt;a href="http://www.yinxialu.blogspot.com"&gt;don't know what im talking about?&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. heard the creepiest kids talking about the creepiest kids yesterday...during volunteering...im staring at all the newest models of cellphones shipped in from HK and i hear these voices beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid 1: that girl has the biggest breast ever&lt;br /&gt;kid 2: no! what about that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hearing that..coming from a little kid's voice..i quickly side step so im standing right behind them...to investigate what they were talking about (mind you i was towering over them, the taller one was abit taller than where my waist is)...a CD cover...of some chinese lady...yea...now im disturbed..children are pretty corrupt. where do they learn these things...geeezus..it wasn't pretty and no. the lady didn't have big breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O GAWD! ENGLISH EXAM! 2 DAYS! FAILURE! damn u hollow men...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107448647579844832?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107448647579844832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107448647579844832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448647579844832' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107387591473609142</id><published>2004-01-11T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:52:15.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A day of Fun and Games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember back in the day...all those fun games we played. all those pointlessly fun games we played in elementary school...and then all the stupid things u did in gr. 9...o man...those were the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;I was playing a game with my brother yesterday...i don't even know why...but it was a challenage i couldn't turn down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: i can type faster than all of my friends. they all suck. i'm soo good"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha! i can SO type faster than you!&lt;br /&gt;Him: No you can! i can beat you! you suck! i'll beat your ass!&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it began. the "invisible keyboard battles" began. we were sitting in the car moving our fingers to see who could type a word faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: handlotion!&lt;br /&gt;*moves fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Me: i win!&lt;br /&gt;Him: what?! no! tie! you suck! let's go again! i'll beat ur ass!&lt;br /&gt;Me: newspaper&lt;br /&gt;*fingers move*&lt;br /&gt;Me: i win again!&lt;br /&gt;Him: what?! no! you suck! you didn't win!&lt;br /&gt;Me: what?! i clearly won that round!&lt;br /&gt;Him: what?! no! you suck! i'll beat ur ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this went on for the WHOLE car ride home...from hwy7 and leslie to 16th and kennedy. yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today? more childish games. But i still ended up winning.&lt;br /&gt;Rock, paper, draw was the game. a step up from the regular, children's game of rock paper scissors.&lt;br /&gt;it's like rock paper scissors except you have to win one and then tie the next to win the round. If you win one and the other person wins the next, you have to start again and win 1 and tie 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing bridgitte outside while we were walking around....&lt;br /&gt;After losing ALL of the rock paper scissor games to her...i came back and won most of the rock paper draw rounds.&lt;br /&gt;That's right bridgitte. who's the champ? *points to myself* yea yea!&lt;br /&gt;good times tho...good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107387591473609142?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107387591473609142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107387591473609142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387591473609142' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107362321208815968</id><published>2004-01-08T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:40:31.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Settle the score&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't blog yesterday either...man im slackin'...o well. what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this new trend at school. it's a simple card game...i'm sure most of you have played it...actually no. im not sure everyone's played it before. but i'm talking about SIGNAL. so full of intense competition, adrenaline pumping action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. there were...o...6 teams of pairs. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Graeme and Den&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Canny and Tanya&lt;br /&gt;Justin and Aldous&lt;br /&gt;and of course the dynamic duo: Kuldip and Adam. did i say dynamic duo? sorry i meant worst SIGNAL team ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about these teams for a sec. remember this took place on wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;so basically..in the long run...the winning teams were: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ryan: 5&lt;br /&gt;Graeme and Dennis: 5&lt;br /&gt;Canny and Tanya: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last round. winner takes all. me and ryan were close. but Graeme and dennis pulled it off. lucky them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however. we took part in another match. to settle the score. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Ryan: 7 (double signal accounted for)&lt;br /&gt;Graeme and Dennis: 5&lt;br /&gt;Canny and Tanya: nowhere to be seen...didn't have lunch with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we played with kk and joseph. 3 teams only. me and ryan topped them and emerged victorious.&lt;br /&gt;Let the good times rolllll...so Me and Ryan: 1-1-0....Graeme and Dennis: 1-1-0.  ooooo..the bitter rivalries have begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yes. let's go back to the "dynamic duo"&lt;br /&gt;they are one hilarious couple. &lt;br /&gt;we couldn't play with massive teams...so the last 2 teams would have to play a sudden death 1 on 1 battle to keep their spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and jeremy vs. adam and kuldip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*intense competition music playing in the background*&lt;br /&gt;all players scrambling to search for their card...to create. the 4 of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mimi grabs a card*&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: SIGNAL!&lt;br /&gt;Mimi: Yes! *high fives*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuldip: Adam! why didn't u call it! i did the thing twice! twice!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: what? no u didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Kuldip: Yes i did!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: no u didn't!&lt;br /&gt;*constant bickering for 5 min*&lt;br /&gt;they get taken out of the ring to let another team in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from a distance*&lt;br /&gt;Adam: O! O yea! that thing!&lt;br /&gt;Kuldip: Yea! OMG! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lots of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;More or less that's how it went. Yes boys, SIGNAL is a game of communication. you need to signal ur partner in order to win. O. and yes. you need to know the same signal so you know when to call it.&lt;br /&gt;So a new trend. a new wave has hit us. SIGNAL is where it's at. and winning is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107362321208815968?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107362321208815968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107362321208815968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362321208815968' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107344989672378066</id><published>2004-01-06T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:31:56.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In a Hurry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most learningful period of all...of course is physics! HA! no! but we did manage to get SOME thinking done. This idea...could make millions, billions even! what man wouldn't want one? So this is how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that a science fair is here and we are encouraged to do a "science project" to enter it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Dennis, Lui. Put out heads together quickly and came up with an ingenius product that would help the busiest of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING! The following may offend some viewers. View discretion is advised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jack-O-Matic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always in a hurry? Never have enough time to do the things U want to do? well..no problem! with the Jack-O-Matic...all your problems will be solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to satisfy 60 men in 60 sec...for the business man who's always on-the-go or the family man who's always chauffeuring the kids...there are no obstacles with the Jack-O-Matic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose from 5 different speeds for your pleasurable needs: &lt;br /&gt;1. long walk on the beach  &lt;br /&gt;2. Fast food styles  &lt;br /&gt;3. Dangerously fast  &lt;br /&gt;4. Hyperspeed  &lt;br /&gt;5. Ludacrisly FAST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yes.. the Jack-O-Matic can also be equipped with other "items" if u know what i mean..i.e. sandpaper...for that non-friggity* surface u've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friggity...another word we came up with today during physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggity (pronounced the way it looks)&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The amount of friction that an item has. Often referred to how rough the surface of an object is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: what has the most friction in the world? What's the most coefficient of friction an object has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea...what is the most...friggity object in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: friggity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea...you know.how much friction something has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. T: i'll look it up in the old textbook...*5 min* the object with the most coeffeicient of friction is asphault with 1.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's physics class was good times...o man..that's great. excellent. excellent class indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107344989672378066?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107344989672378066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107344989672378066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344989672378066' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107327238172808406</id><published>2004-01-04T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T19:13:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THe Last One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day. Spent...at pmall...at Toastmasters debate...and a derrick's house. while doing all of that i managed to: save $1.60 by walking to Yee Hong instead of taking the bus, BS all of what I said during the debate and still manage to come up with a win over the other team AND also having 1 member missing (4vs3), had a good time over at Derricks and gave him a good birthday bashing (and by bashing i mean a good party)..it was a good way to end this VERY VERY relaxing break..can't wait til the next one! RIGHT AFTER EXAMS! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;o gawd! exams! aiyyyeeeaaaa! damnit. already?! it's so friggin' close..i dont' think im going to be ready...i'll stil be in that "party mode" and not want to study...and fail...and become a lifetime employee of the McDonald's corporation...*sigh* mcDs for breakfast. McDs for lunch. McDs for dinner. if i die, remember to etch in "people don't kill people. McDs kills people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's tomorow. so let the games begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107327238172808406?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107327238172808406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107327238172808406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327238172808406' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107302022555836898</id><published>2004-01-01T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:10:43.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 day down the crapper already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of the new year. and I've already managed to waste it away. it could be the fact that nothing was open today...but then again...what gives me the right to blame everyone else for what i didn't manage to get accomplished. speaking to accomplished however, i DID clean my room today. i always seem to do it right before school starts again...freed up one WHOLE shelf of my bookcase and arranged all of the university booklets, pamphlets, cds, packages in alphabetical order. yup. i'm a freak. it seemed fun and also the right thing to do at the time, so that's how it happened. and if ANY of U come into my house, you're not touching that shelf or somebody's goin' home with a missing limb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yes. and then there was "the house"; my mom's friend suddenly, for no apparent reason decided to repaint all of her rooms upstairs. it seems like a good idea right? wrong. now, they're all painted and pretty looking except you have to see it in the corner of your eye because all the walls are too friggin' bright. let see what colour they chose for the 4 rooms upstairs: BRIGHT yellow, BRIGHT orange, BRIGHT blue, BRIGHT green...hmmmm...staring at those walls for more than 5 min could make a blind person go blinder. blinder? i don't even think that's a word. when i have to use non-words to descirbe things, you know it's bad. yea. someone suggested changing the master bedroom colour from plain, aceptable white to BRIGHT purple to "match" all of the other rooms. uuhhhhh no thank you. if any of U decide to have ur room repainted, choose a colour that's visually tolerable. please. for my sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107302022555836898?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107302022555836898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107302022555836898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302022555836898' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107294176410366313</id><published>2003-12-31T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T23:23:43.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;'03 - year of SARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. '03 is finally over. i'd say it wasn't one of the brightest years in history...but all years have their ups and downs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SARS&lt;br /&gt;-Mad Cow&lt;br /&gt;-people died&lt;br /&gt;-famous people died, namely the 3 chinese singers&lt;br /&gt;-stepped into gr. 11 and greeted by an ass load of work&lt;br /&gt;-that little girl cecilia zhang got lost (hope she's found soon, cuz that's just horrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got G1&lt;br /&gt;- iraq war ended..and they finally found saddam&lt;br /&gt;- sars out break sorta ended&lt;br /&gt;- joined vy..that was a pretty good thing...went on that crazy hike, made new friends, new enemies (j.k) and did alota cool things&lt;br /&gt;- got a spare in school...so sweet..only 7 courses! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. just a little recap of what happened this year and so yea..it wasn't as good as other years..but it was okay. big things, small things happened..some affected me, some didn't...too much worldly news...so i just named a few that stuck out in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the last few hours at yin xia's house at her new year's party..which was awesome! i think! pics will be up sooon...as soon as i stop being lazy and upload pics..but that could take a while...so hang on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'04 is going to be hella tight! everything's going to be great! since last year was full of all that bad stuff, this year will be full of all the good stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107294176410366313?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107294176410366313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107294176410366313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107294176410366313' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107276220875344706</id><published>2003-12-29T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:30:26.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Back from O so good...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days and 3 nights. of 100% goodness! *droools* man it was sooo damn fun...Blue Mountain...soo good. i did absolutely nothing but snowboard, play MJ, eat and sleep. nothing. i didn't have to think. &lt;br /&gt;wake up. eat. dress. snowboard (9-4). eat. rest. play mj. eat. sleep. (repeat cycle for 2 days) it wasn't the best snowboarding condition but it was still fun nonetheless. brown spots here and there...not alot of ppl tho, the lift wasn't occupied.  It was pretty warm too...o well...we went anyways and we had good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thought required. so damn fun. i wish i was still there...there forever...care free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. now that im back....so many things to do! aiya! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107276220875344706?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107276220875344706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107276220875344706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276220875344706' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107241850151773406</id><published>2003-12-25T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T22:03:19.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! officially to everyone! wheeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning to a somewhat bright day...no snow. i was hoping for a white christmas...but like most other things in life, it never goes my way.  O well i say and proceed down stairs to open presents that i had not opened (yea i'm the kind of person that leaves the unwrapping til xmas day) and to my surprise, i came out with $50 in mall gift cert. my "no interest" and not much to-say personality during family dinners has finally paid off. excellent. Turns out my dad does listen to us and he pays attention to all the little details, cuz my brother got just what he wanted. Pretty good xmas morning to start off with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lunch. came back home to pack for trip to blue mountain. did nothing. sat there and did absolutely nothing. yyyyup. and that's how i spent my afternoon on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my mom's friend's christmas party...it wasn't all that fun. wait. what am i talking about?it was pretty damn boring, i basically went there to be fed and that's about it. there were a bunch of little kids...one of them was really cute..and rest were just a pain...and then there was this one tiny devil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea, same here...this party's pretty damn boring. i'm not doing much...&lt;br /&gt;*phone: yea i'm practically falling asleep and i'm so friggin' cold cuz im outside*&lt;br /&gt;THEN. Some little devil child decides to start throwing a golf ball at my chins&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhh..can you stop, i'm talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Her: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*throws again and again *&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea, you can stop now cuz it's not funny and it's beginning to hurt (didn't actually hurt but i tried to lure her away with pain)&lt;br /&gt;Her: ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*stops throwing the ball at me and leaves*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *phew* yea, i'm really not doing anything right now...i'm about to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;*she pops out of nowhere and starts pulling on my hand with the phone in it*&lt;br /&gt;Me: yo stop! you're in gr. 4! geeezus!&lt;br /&gt;Her: ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*continues her tugging*&lt;br /&gt;*I shove her away...lightly...moderately lightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..this reminds me of pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*enemy girl is angered*&lt;br /&gt;*james uses light shove*&lt;br /&gt;*enemy girl continues attack*&lt;br /&gt;*james uses moderate shove*&lt;br /&gt;*enemy girl starts kicking*&lt;br /&gt;*james uses hard shove*&lt;br /&gt;*enemy girl flees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;that was hard...god damnit. fighting of little kids who have enough strength to induce pain and you can't hurt them yourself...it was hard indeed....damn little kids. yea that girl is really snobby, selfish, bully-ish(is that a word?), and really really annoying! some children are just a pain..while others are so fun to play with. i hope my kids don't turn out like her...i'll make sure they don't. so let's just hope UR kids don't turn out like that...or else i'll chuck them down a hole..or a well...personally. Yea so i was off battling little kids...and also watching them bite each other, that was pretty hilarious...and that was the night. I started watching the Lakers and Rockets game which eventually resulted in the rockets winning by ten? with Yao on the bench for most of 3rd quarter and ALL of 4th. wow. gj rockets. &lt;br /&gt;SHAQ should never be able to shoot free throws anymore. he really can't shoot and everytime he does, it hurts my eyes. I think that everytime someone fouls him they should refresh teh shot clock and just let them inbound it to avoid the monstrosity that occurs when Shaq meets the foul line.i can't put the awful, pain that comes to my eyes when I watch Shaq shoot a free throw, i just can't. Personally i think Shaq is great, he's unstoppable inside the paint, but anywhere else he's just aother friggin' slow ass big man.&lt;br /&gt;please NBA. don't let Shaq shoot again.that's my only christmas wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107241850151773406?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107241850151773406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107241850151773406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107241850151773406' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107232988786447228</id><published>2003-12-24T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:25:03.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finally hit the big 2-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! christmas is here! i wonder if me being awake has anything to do with Santa not being here? or maybe it's the fact that i do not have a fireplace...hmmm...either way, the big guy's not here although i've beena good boy. wait...or maybe that's the problem...good boy...that's a toughy...u gotta look at it at different angles...sometimes i'm good...sometimes i'm bad..but mostly good i guess..at least the way i see it. i hope santa sees it the same way i do *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th? that means tomorow is the 26th! and that means it's boxing day...other than the fact that i'll be going quite early in the morning to go buy some cheap items...i'm going to blue mountain on the same day! w00t! so if i don't return before i leave...but i'm sure i will...i hope u guys have a wonderful holiday while i'm gone! (going away til 29th) wheeeeeee...and those people who aren't here...i hope they're also having a great time wherever they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna stay at home on christmas day...lazing around...packing for trip...that sorta stuff...if U are also at home..feel free to msg me! i'll probably be online..if im not it means im asleep or very lazily lying front of the boob tube&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107232988786447228?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107232988786447228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107232988786447228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232988786447228' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107223938247466626</id><published>2003-12-23T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T20:16:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOTR : ROTK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long awaited day was finally here and I finally saw LOTR :ROTK! w00t! it was pretty awesome! with the giant elephants and the arrows and the shooting and the boom boom boom...o oops...am i ruining it for some of u? too bad!&lt;br /&gt;Who was there today with me..Yin Xia and her friend Karen, Dennis, Andrew, Alex, Jodi, Sam, Jess is that it? yea..it was a good day. smuggled bbt into the theatre as usual. im such a sneaky snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid around lazily after i got home...and didn't realy move until it was dinner time...and after dinner...i just went back to laying down until i got bored of the TV and came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... hope the break has been going well for everyone i havn't seen...im certainly enjoying myself...sweet sweet break...*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107223938247466626?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107223938247466626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107223938247466626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107223938247466626' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107215336667382699</id><published>2003-12-22T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:23:02.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ping Pong. No. not the chinese kid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ping pong! that's right! i'm for real! i actually played ping pong today. i wish i can have more chances to play ping pong though. ping pong is so great..o man..so good.   I'm was playing at yin xia's today, an although she's not the greatest we always manage to have fun. it was good. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left her house and went to dinner with family at "rainbow wok" for "making winter" if you're asian...enough...you should be able to tell what that means.  It wasn't so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. There was an earthquake, rated 6.5 in San Fran today. Odd cuz these things happen so randomly.  I think there was only 1 killed...i'm not sure anymore...if they've found anyone else. I hope no one I know is there right now trying to enjoy their christmas vacation cause that would suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days til christmas! and 4 days til boxing day and going to blue moutain! i wonder if i'll get to purchase those new bindings i've been asking for for o so long. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;iuno..my parents are weird like that..how much u wanna bet i'll get them after the season is over? i'll put down $1 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTK tomorow! w00t! finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107215336667382699?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107215336667382699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107215336667382699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215336667382699' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107207242100240674</id><published>2003-12-21T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:53:55.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love actually and bubble tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. those 2 things were the hi-light of my day. how sad is that? &lt;a href="http://www.loveactually.com/"&gt;love actually&lt;/a&gt; - a movie that talks about what? like 7 different characters and how love changes their lives. In the end it taught us that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;actually everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a british film so expect lots of bad teeth, crazy english accents and LOTS OF NUDITY. o sorry, did i say that a little too loudly? It wasn't a good movie at all! but, it made me laugh..on the inside. There was good humour, intelligent jokes but it was the worst movie ever. Nonetheless, it contained some pretty good, intelligent jokes that only a select few individuals got out of the 13 people who i saw it with.  I recommend this movie as a one-time-only film. and you probably don't want to see it at a party either...it's not a party movie, it's more of a "i've got nothing better to do" movie.  The movie is based on love, so i guess it's mostly for the ladies, but it's interesting is all i'm gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went bbting as usual. except his time tea shop 168 didn't have enough room for all of us so we decided to drop by at brid's house. yes. brid's incredibly SMALL house. small meaning, it'll only fit o...maybe...100 billion people.  Her house is seriously friggin' huge! She has a huge projector screen in her basement! it's a home theatre system! omg! its mad how rich some people are. (i hope u don't mind me bragging about u...u are one of the few rich friends i have). That's right. I said rich. and U can't do anything about it. Amazing house though. I bet u you could fit 3 of my house in hers and still have enough room for that home theatre in her basement + a dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;We ended up watching a japanese version of &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/go2initiald/"&gt;Initial D&lt;/a&gt; (best series ever i might add so go rent a copy of it in chinese and watch it! ALL OF YOU - you asian kids) and then Cordon drove me home in his mercedes. gj cordon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK OFFICIALLY COMMENCES AS OF NOW! THE BEGINNING OF MONDAY! w00t! PARTY!!! ALL THE WAY UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN! o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107207242100240674?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107207242100240674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107207242100240674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207242100240674' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107189781733246600</id><published>2003-12-19T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T21:23:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A nice full day of goodnes. Perfect way to start the break.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Excellent day of school. why? &lt;br /&gt;1. christmas assembly first thing in the morning. It was awesome...the SAC video...sooo good. SOOOOO GOOOD!*ur all i ever waaaaanted...step grab thrust thrust....* and the math teachers..."grease is the word"..that was also so good. such a good way to start the day!gj everyone who had a helping hand in making the holiday assembly SOOO GOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to no classes = no work. w00t! that's right...zero work...except i dropped by physics and ms. thomas made us right a christmas carol about energy and then she let us leave. so it was okay. I even skipped chem, the only class i planned to go to...o well. it was so easy and relaxing...so much time to do whatever...ended up in ms. P's room with andrew and made fun of her for 1 full hour.o ms. P ur the best math eatcher ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it was the last day of school. i was just in the mind set of not doing ANY work today. it was great! my brain just turned off and went to simple mode. no stress from school, just a whole day of good ol' fashion fun! yay! wheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had TM tonite instead of going to see LOTR: ROTK at STC! god damnit..that was sorta a downer...but at least got to wish VY ppl a very merry christmas! so that was okay. it's always good times with those guys...thnx bridgitte for the gift! will open it soooon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Yin Xia! thanks for ur gift! both of them...havn't opened ur second one yet but the first one was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;Everybody bring a friend&lt;br /&gt;and we're going to party down&lt;br /&gt;smiling all the way without a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107189781733246600?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107189781733246600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107189781733246600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189781733246600' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107181020313271081</id><published>2003-12-18T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:03:37.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finally! the end is here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! school is oficially over! w00t! no more work til we come back from the break! ya! so sweeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tennis 'coach' gave an interesting speech today &lt;br /&gt;"how you perform on the court is how you live your life. if after one losing point and you turn your head, it directly relfects your view on life. You gotta get back and fight, compete like a dog. champions are defined by the way they look at obstacles. If you lose one point, just pick yourself up and try again. If you have to let it out, do it once and get back into the game and compete and contest as hard as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a good speech...much different from his usual.."don't do drugs" or "blah and blah are boy friends"...geez...&lt;br /&gt;That's right. obstacles are for sure in life. so just face them when you come across them and compete as hard as you can to overcome them.  If you lose, try again and again until you day you get good enough to win. You're entitled to let out your anger once in awhile, so let it out and move on. get back into the game and be a champion. Cuz "you don't have to be the best to be a champion, you just have to try your very very best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing happened today happened in tennis too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the last day before the break so we played a game after we finished our session. A game of Around-the-World was in order. you basicalaly have 2 lines, you hit the ball and run to the other side of the court and line up in the other line and hit the ball again. when you miss you're out of the game. This one kid, 7 maybe? everytime he hit..*shouts in heavy chinese accent*"O NO! C'monnnnn...YES!" so if u can imagine this little chinese kid running around the court screaming and shouting. there was what i was spectating during tennis. Most hilarious thing ever! when he lost.."O NO! NOO! I'm not goot enouf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o man...it was good and it made my day&lt;br /&gt;i just finished writing 1/2 my x'mas cards...my hand is already fallign off..damn...o well who needs hands. I need to get MORE cards...i have to write for ~ 50 somethign in total? somethign like that...o man..it's a pain...but hey what can i do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well im so tired right now...time to sleep...over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107181020313271081?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107181020313271081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107181020313271081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181020313271081' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107172591982749722</id><published>2003-12-17T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T21:38:53.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was destiny...it was fate...it was the doing of the gods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTR: ROTK came out today! or yesterday sorta...it's 12:27 am so it technically counts as yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see that movie soooo bad, and I had the chance today...but i missed it.&lt;br /&gt;Now im mad and angry for not being rebellious...damnit! My name is James and I will tell you my story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometime today/yesterday i find out all of my friends are going to see LOTR: ROTK on friday. I think *o sweet! gooo friday!* i think twice *o god! o damnit! omg! w-t-f! i have toastmasters!* so i frowned...and decided i couldnt' go. it didn't make me too mad...i just turned around and carried on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY however, Diana/Stephen were telling me how they're going to see it today right after school...so I think *i have nothing to do after school, it's a done deal* i think twice...*yes i have nothin today*&lt;br /&gt;So for awhile i thot i was going to see LOTR on opeing night. O but the gods just had to watch me suffer and crumble in their hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana - sorry james, there isn't enough room in the cars to fit you, so can you maybe find your own way down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - uhhh...no....STC is too far and I'm too lazy so no. screw i guess i just won't go. but i want to! awwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana - then go! what do u have last period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana - skip chem then! and go with chris and them at 1:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - aww...i can't...we're doing a &lt;strong&gt;lab today&lt;/strong&gt; and i can't miss it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana - well sucks to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm thinking *damnit! once again, the chance was within reach and slipped out of my hands.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1:40, i stumble into class...i'm kinda late cuz class started at 1:30...o well..my excuse was comp sci test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dnes - blah blah...so the gas line sorta leaked today because of a bad student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dnes - luckily for me, the inspector never showed up today. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - what's going on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dnes - so we're going to be doing the &lt;strong&gt;lab on friday&lt;/strong&gt; and today we have &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING &lt;/strong&gt;to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i was furious! i was angered!! it was soooo stupid!!! i had the chance and i let it go. i wouldn't even have missed anything today! nothign! we did nothing in chem! we played egyptian rat screw! and Big 2! o god! Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem = nothing done. we could've at least done some other work...but instead i was sitting in chem class doing absolutely nothing! and I COULD HAVE been at STC watching ROTK today! ah! it boggles the mind how the world can be so cruel...o well...what can I do? i'm only 1 man right? i can't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate this. going to sleep. math test tomorow. god damnit. yes i AM angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107172591982749722?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107172591982749722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107172591982749722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107172591982749722' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107163185354304826</id><published>2003-12-16T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T19:31:07.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The year comes to a close...it's about time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! after a week's hard work...everything is finally starting to slowwww dowwwnnn...phew...only have a comp sci test, math test and bio quiz left...meh not so bad...i was expecting to do NO WORK, ZILCH, NONE but it turned out i was wrong and it's been one of the busy busy weeks of the year.  It's almost over though..almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...did the Free the Children Holiday Run today...im pretty tired...but i managed to come in 11th! pretty good for not doing too much long distance running during the week.  Took me like 28 min to run 5 km...first place did it in 20:16 min geezus..crazy ppl...O well...it was good. I beat shaun and chris and stephen and andrew and cam and jodi and andy..ha losers...dennnis came 4th in his cackies(is that how you spell it?) damn his speedy gonzalus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i basically did nothing for the whole day..ran for 28 minutes straight and only had english left..used the day to memorize the shepherd's love poem and presented with yin xia..went pretty well...berchem was quite angry at us today and we were kinda bad, ah well what can I do? i'm only 1 man in this world...i can't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go out and buy christmas cards soon...damnit...so much work...why must i be such a good friend...damnit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107163185354304826?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107163185354304826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107163185354304826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163185354304826' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107137631568748653</id><published>2003-12-13T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T20:32:08.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my brain hurts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a HUGE reminder of the summatives...and the massive presentations and the so-much hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning - I wake up thinking i wouldn't have to do much today...i would have math then to a X'mas Party for VY...hmmm...i was dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning - went to the mall to get secret santa presents...one for today and 2 for schoolio (bought dennis' for him too) so yea...spent like 2 hours at the mall? 1.5 hours? i dunno..awhile at the mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Went to math to continue work on matrices...easy but the teacher still refuses to buy new tables for us, and i have to bend down to write...after just 1.5 hours of math my back is friggin' broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Afternoon - I get to the X'mas party thinking that i can finally give my brain a rest...phew..NOPE! wrong again! i was the MC with bridgitte for Vision Idol and we got basically 2 hours to come up with everything to say during the show..yea..wasn't pretty..SOOOO much thinking...bridgitte refused to think so I had to do ALLL the planning. thanks alot brid. It all turned out okay tho..ya know..good thing there weren't any important ppl there...let's hope Gala is going to be a litle bit more planned than today. So much running around...So much thinking...So hot...So tired...All in all sooooo good. It was fun and hilarious watching ppl sing and dance and get shut down by Edcon. Good times good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VY..such hilarious times...didn't even get a chance to get any donations for the run..uh oh...i dunno if i'll have enough...o well...worse comes to worse...i just won't run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107137631568748653?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107137631568748653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107137631568748653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107137631568748653' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107120363215646613</id><published>2003-12-11T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:34:04.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So close. Almost there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so close! all the good things are about to come pouring in! OMG! o-m-f-g! pleasure overload..*drools* let's see where we are right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec.11/03 -today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 13/03 - VY xmas party..meh..party nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 17/03 - LOTR: ROTK! premiere night! i hope we're going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 19/03 - last day of school!Secret santa gift exchange...uhhh...premiere of the SAC xmas video! w00t! so good! *step thrust thrust out in matrix step step step...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 20/03 - Let the games begin! xmas holidays are herrrre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 26/03 - I'm going to blue mountain! 4 days 3 nights? so sweeeeet! WoOoOoOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 31/03 - Last day of a very good and memorable year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 1/03 - New YEAR! that means... the calender starts all over again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DROOLS* soooo good! that's right soooo good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107120363215646613?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107120363215646613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107120363215646613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120363215646613' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107103109941397166</id><published>2003-12-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T20:39:01.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can anyone say 5 in a row?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raptors take home their 5th straight win. Today from the Cavs..took on King James, Darius Miles, Ricky Davis...the list goes on. We sliced them up good, VC always comes up big in times of need and brings the raps back. Gj vince.&lt;br /&gt;We are doin' great right now..better than before by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sucks? When your TV breaks down. My TV, the 'main' one, the one in the living room, 30" Sonyi think? it's older than me. THAT's RIGHT! OLDER than me! It's been with my parents BEFORE I was born and webrought it over with us from HK. KInda old isn't it? Just a wee bit. I think's it's getting angry at us and crying out for retirement because this week it just refuses to work.  It's had fits like this before but eventually it goes away..but this one looks like it's here to stay. the most i can get it to work is about..o..10sec? and then it just turns off by itself. and refuses to turn back on for another hour or so. Yea. This causes a dilemma. The living room (where i do my living in right after school) is now currently broken and out of order. I have nowhere to live. So now i must resort to using the other tv set in the other room..that has no coffee table to put my snacks, or foot rest to rest my feet. It's not that great...and it's right beside the kitchen. Aiya! So now i have to bug my parents about getting a new TV..but of course my dad's always like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM &lt;/strong&gt;"dun worry, we'll get a new one" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; "so can we go to best buy today or somethign to shop around" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; "What? you mean go to best buy TODAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; "yea...so we can see how much they are..and which one we're getting..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; "I know all the prices, it's just a matter of which one we're getting..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; "and that's why we're going to best buy..to see which one we want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; *ignores me and walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some odd feelings tell me that I will NOT be getting a new TV anytime soon. Damnit. My dad likes to drag these kind of things..I think I just need to bug him long enough...or will that result in an opposite way and he won't get anything at all...hmmm..o well..I'll have to try it one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107103109941397166?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107103109941397166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107103109941397166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103109941397166' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107094561212944667</id><published>2003-12-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T20:53:43.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Log * Log = Log^2?&lt;br /&gt;NO. Log * Log = Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math today was certainly interesting...i don't think we've ever asked so many consecutive questions. We were bombing ms. P with a billion useless questions..it wa funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: So is log an operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. P: sorta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else: it's like Sin, Cos, Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. P: Sorta...it's a function that returns a number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: So log*log wouldn't get you log squared would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: NO. It'd get u tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That was the end of that. We asked so many questions about 'formal proofs'..sigh..there isn't that much to it.  It's just deriving the equations that she gave us. She's merely showing us where she got the equations from. Everyone's like..."but aren't u just using the same equation to prove it...it's sorta pointless" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure ms. P knows what she's doing..in the end, we learned somethings about log but it was a big waste of time.  It could have been explained to us in 15 min if people didn't ask so many questions. ah well..it was hilarious class..and we didn't do much work which i liked cuz i know how to do it anyways..ur loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107094561212944667?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107094561212944667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107094561212944667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107094561212944667' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107086052232728826</id><published>2003-12-07T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:15:33.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O. Let's just say they were all saved by Mo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Of all people. Mo pete was the one to save the raptors and install new life in today's game against the sonics. He's always cold! Except today he made 4 3-pointers and helped the Raptors gain control again after a horrible 1st half.  The team that was originally down by 14 came back on top and won by 10.  of course vc, bosh and jalen rose all did their regular stuff, putting points on the board and maintaining the intensity.  It was mad crazy! i was listening to the game on the radio cuz i was deprived..but still..it was mad! Awesome! sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new look for the raps is doin' fiiiiine. We can actually win games and come back when we're trailing! the Raptors now on ta 4-game win streak and improve their record to 12-8? or 11-8? it doesn't matter. they're so good. kudos raptors. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107086052232728826?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107086052232728826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107086052232728826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086052232728826' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107086050944553109</id><published>2003-12-07T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:15:21.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O. Let's just say they were all saved by Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Of all people. Mo pete was the one to save the raptors and install new life in today's game against the sonics. He's always cold! Except today he made 4 3-pointers and helped the Raptors gain control again after a horrible 1st half.  The team that was originally down by 14 came back on top and won by 10.  of course vc, bosh and jalen rose all did their regular stuff, putting points on the board and maintaining the intensity.  It was mad crazy! i was listening to the game on the radio cuz i was deprived..but still..it was mad! Awesome! sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new look for the raps is doin' fiiiiine. We can actually win games and come back when we're trailing! the Raptors now on ta 4-game win streak and improve their record to 12-8? or 11-8? it doesn't matter. they're so good. kudos raptors. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107086050944553109?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107086050944553109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107086050944553109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086050944553109' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107059922447189069</id><published>2003-12-04T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:40:35.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more walks for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet! I FINALLY got my bus stop back! MY original bus stop that they took away..no stole! from me! but now it's back in my arms..o..sweet sweet bus stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bus stop is ~100 m away from my house. Probably more..but I'm too lazy to count...This is the one I JUST got back. The new one that they expected me to walk to everyday (and I did for 3 months) is ~250 m away from my house? I know that's not alot compared to people who walk to school..but still..it's a bus stop..they're so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus DOES pass by my bus stop but noooooo they're like 'its not a 'registered' stop (even though we've had that stop for the past 2 years)' so i obeyed their rules and walked to the new, 250m bus stop everyday.  If it weren't for Alice and her 'calling to laidlaw' I'd still be walking uphill ~250 m just to get to my bus stop! aiya! so ma fan. So now I don't have to walk so far..luckily for me..alot less people to see though on my way to the bus stop..there's this hot girl who occaisionally waits for the bus and sometimes I walk past her..but not anymore. I guess life can never be perfect..meh. It's a small price to pay. Yup. No more LONG walks for me! but still I wouldn't mind a little company *wink wink* (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;strong&gt;Bruce Almighty&lt;/strong&gt; today..wasn't such a bad movie..but I can't exactly say it's a good one. It's a 1-timer. No need to spend another minute of my life watching it after the first time. It's good to watch it once and leave it there and never touch it again. Meh...it burned most of my time afterschool today cuz i decided to skip tennis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most hilarious thing today! A bunch of us...a bunch = 5?..anywho..helped him do SAC Christmukkah video..so hilarious...o man we were so grood. I gotta get a copy of that one.. so funnie..let's just hope we don't turn into the laughing stocks of the school after the christmas assembly *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107059922447189069?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107059922447189069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107059922447189069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107059922447189069' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107051225669649904</id><published>2003-12-03T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T20:31:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's rainin'. Rainin' Real Hard in the ACC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! &lt;a href="http://www.torontoraptors.com"&gt;Raptors&lt;/a&gt; come up with their 2nd W after completing the trade with Chicago. Tonite was an exceptional night for the Raps..17 3's. that's 51 points generated from beyond the ARC! soooo grood *drool* (ha grood...grood times brid grood times) everyone was droppin' 3s from Mo Pete to Jalen Rose. Donyell Marshall did alot of the 3-balling work so kudos to him. 10 point over Boston win for the Raptors. GJ Raptors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to like those new comers..even Baxter is making his presence felt on the hard wood.  Maybe over time i will start to like those guys...as long as we keep winning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say today folks..my life should seriously get more interesting..stayed after school to do yearbook stuff...then Joyce drew this hilarious picture...it's a work in progress..but I'm sure Serena will get a pleasant surprise..heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry and dirrty, maybe i'll go take a shower and grab a bite..or take a bite and then grab a shower...or do both at the same time I wonder if that's possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107051225669649904?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107051225669649904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107051225669649904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107051225669649904' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107042839939391326</id><published>2003-12-02T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:13:29.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blog about shwatt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's trippin' guys? i have no idea what to blog about today....didn't really do anything interesting or see anythign that deserves to be blogged about. Just a typical school day ya know? nothing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I have extra time on my hands..maybe today i'll actually get to sleep before 1. I actually had zero, zilch, none what so ever, no homework. Yes and I did my comp sci journal early! it's due on friday and i finished it today! it's tuesday! what the heck is that? there's got to be a crazy twist to this..there's ALWAYS a catch. there's no such thing as a free lunch...but i'll just have to wait to see what the world has in store for me. In the meantime, I'll enjoy my extra free time by watching the raptors and playing abit of minesweeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the &lt;a href="http://www.torontoraptors.com"&gt;Raptors&lt;/a&gt;...they won today! w00t! New starting lineup consisting of: Alvin Williams, Jalen Rose, Donyell Marshall, Chris Bosh and The Franchaise. It wasn't that bad actually...I'm sorry but i'm discriminate against the new players not because they suck (they actually quite good) but because I don't like their faces. I don't know why..there's somethign about their look that makes me hate them.  They helped us win the game today tho..maybe over time i'll learn to accept them. just maybe.  Let's go Raptors! Hopefully this new trade will actually help us to win games so we can go above .500 and maybe even get somewhere in the playoffs! GO RAPS! I believe in u!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good episode of the O.C. yesterday...christmukkah..ha..that's classic..no choosing between the manora (i gots no clue how to spell it) and the candy cane anymore! o! we added another holiday to 'christmukkah' to avoid decisions once again.  The super holiday found in Decemeber will now be called Christmukkahnalia! a combination of christmas, hannukkah and saturnalia combined into 1 super holiday! w00t! 8 days of many presents, ONE big day of presents and lots of sarifices to our gods to show loyalty! w00t to that i say! YES! those of you who practise 'chrismukkahnalia' will not only have the aid of Jesus, the help of Moses but ALSO the power of the mighty Olympian Gods! Sounds like a good deal doesn't it? it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly is the most wonderful time of the year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107042839939391326?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107042839939391326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107042839939391326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042839939391326' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107034389645810858</id><published>2003-12-01T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T21:45:25.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>596 hours til christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. christmas is just around the bend. around the corner. slowly but surely making it's way towards us.  It's the most wonderful time of the year...some people might not agree but who cares! screw them! i like christmas! christmas = break! break = no school!! no school = no work!!! no work = good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I figured out today. Bill Gates, George Bush, the Boogie Man, Batman, Brad Pitt: these aren't the most powerful and richest characters of our time. Santa is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Santa. If that's his real name...he's got to be the richest guy ever! i mean supplies for toys don't just grow on trees or on farms! you've gotta buy them! So Santa's gotta be somewhat rich to be able to buy ALL those toys for all the children in the world.  Even lumps of coal costs money in our world! This guy's gotta be a Mollionaire (Mol = 6.02 * 10^23, learned that in chem)! geezus.  To be able to buy ALL those supplies for ALL his toys..if he even makes his own toys...sometimes kids just ask for brand name items like Mateel, Hasbro or Bandai.  He probably pays his elves minimum wage..but still..the money's gotta coem from somewhere.  What i wonder is how he makes all that money.  He must own some HUGE company to be able to sit on his fat ass riding a sleigh and still be able to make an ass load of money - enough to pay for a toy for every single 'good' child.  I figured he has a summer job somewhere...or he works during the other 11 months that doesn't require him to prepare for christmas.  OR does it? Does he spend more than one month preparing for Christmas? He SHOULD. I mean..how else does he organize all those items into red bags...unless he has a million elves workign for him..which is also highly possible. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Well..I guess we'll never find out..maybe we should ask Ms. P if she works at Santa's workshop...she's short enough to squeeze in with the crowd there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107034389645810858?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107034389645810858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107034389645810858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034389645810858' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107024947373689576</id><published>2003-11-30T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T19:31:23.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the REAL blog for Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened on saturday. absolutely nothing. I went to work. at mcDs. that was it. how interesting eh? it's never interesting there...but at least i got let off an hour early so that was good.  I'm kinda tired right now....too much sleep makes me tired...BWAHHHHHH *roar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Sunday Sunday! Be there Be there Be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the following event happened on saturday night...The Toronto Raptors finally traded Anotonio Davis, Jerome Williams, Chris Jefferies to Chicago Bulls for Jalen Rose, Donyell Marshall, and something Baxter...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about this trade..I personally loved A.D. and JYD in T.O. and Jalen Rose IS good....but i don't really like him.  You could call me shallow but it's somethign about his face that disturbs me.  Let's just hope this was a good trade, and that the Raps can start winning games on a consistent basis.  Jalen Rose should be able to score for us and put points on the board...hmmm...only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired...but not tired...this is what too much sleeping does to you! I'm so wasted right now it's not even funny! bwah! ah well...what can I do right? i'm only 1 person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the mongolian grill place at market village today...so full...*groan* that place is such a rip. the only reason we went was because we had a coupon...so much meat! You basically put either some lamb, beef , pork or chicken into a bowl with random other things they have...and then you choose some sauce and you give it to the guy to stir fry for you. The result: a bowl of meat-loaded stir fry...i had 1 bowl..not too bad...had another...a little feeling brewing up inside me...meh...conintue eating....5 minutes later...O GOD! so full...going to explode! get out of my way! but I still managed to stuff some passion fruit slushie and some 'dow foo fa' in my stomach. The desserts were good...the experience was good...i can't say the same about the food tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating for Mongolian Grill Place at Market Village...&lt;br /&gt;1 - 5 (5 = good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: 4 (good if you go once in 2 year)&lt;br /&gt;Price: 1 (wayyy too expensive)&lt;br /&gt;Amount eaten: 3 (only got down like 3 bowls..but that's just me)&lt;br /&gt;Service :5 (didn't take more than 30 sec for a waitress to clear my plate after i was done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 13/20 = 65%&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Great Khan Mongolian Grill! 65% isn't that bad...i'll be back to visit you in another 2 years or so...ta ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107024947373689576?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107024947373689576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107024947373689576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107024947373689576' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-107015962725469567</id><published>2003-11-29T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T18:33:56.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup. this is the friday and saturday blog combinted into one super ultimate blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday November, 28/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U of T, a whole lotta walking and rock, paper, scissors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God For friday! it was a P.A./P.D. or apparently it's a 'professional traning day' now..so P.T. Day. But nonetheless, it was a day with no school whatsoever. At least for most of us lucky enough to be living in markham and goes to a school under the york region district school board.  No school, my plan was...GO DOWNTOWN! I had planned it for i dunno...a week maybe...so nothing would've gotten in my way. I decided to go, went with Kitty; brought it up in the library so i went with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was early in the morning. early = 7:30am, not so happy that i had to wake up that early on a day without school...but happy because i was going to complete my goal.&lt;br /&gt;we went to U of T with her sister Queenie? Quinnie? Kitty's sister.  Kitty wanted to 'visit' some of her friends at U of T so we followed her sister to her chem lecture.  No. we didn't go into the lecture. I wasn't about to contaminate my day of 'no schoolness' with a contingent  (random) lecture at U of T. So during her sister's chem lecture, we basically trekked around the U of T St. George Campus for an hour or so.  Did i mention we were walking in the rain? We used an ancient method to decide where we would go, rock paper scissors.  If we came a across a light: go straight if the light in front was green, turn right if she won, turn left if I won.  At a four way intersection: turn left if i won, turn right if she won, 3 ties in a row we would go straight.  Yes that was how we decided where to walk.  We eventually ended up at the Robart's Library where we took the escalators up 4 floors and then down to the third floor where we took the elevator to the second floor (we didn't realize it was the third floor).  Stopped at the cafeteria in the library and then walked back to the Chem 101 building to meet up with her sister.  Then we dropped of at Monty (i'm sure some of you remember) and Bernard's (i don't think many people know) dormitory.  It was cozy i guess, it felt like someone was hugging you when you stepped in.  Wait. That might've just been the immense heat that was trapped in that room.  We stayed there til like 11:30? then we made our way towards the eaton centre.  On the way to eaton's we saw a 7-11 and stopped by there.  7-11 had the same smell the last time i had been in one...in Hong Kong...10 years ago.  yes. I still remember. I used to always go to 7-11 in Hong Kong but had never been after my first steps into Canada.  Finished our journey down spadina, turned at Queen's to arrive at Eaton's.  Went throught the Sheraton Hotel so we didn't have to put up with the rain for another minute longer.  We basically walked around ALL of Eaton's for the entire day until 3.  Looking at things, eating stuff, talking about stupid things we did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to Markham, 1/2 by bus and 1/2 by a ride from her sister.  I finally watched Find Nemo, it was the time filler after we got back to her house til the time we had to go to Festival of Lights.  Instant noodles and 'gow tzee'/dumplings for dinner; almost choked on the dumplings because I was laughing so hard..I don't even remember what it was about...foolish Kitty...&lt;br /&gt;We were kinda late for the Festival of Lights, saw Mok and Mok, Jes, Toria at the Key Club booth.  Starting helping out with the selling of Hot Coco and Sweet Apple Cider.  A guy with  trombone and his wife who was running a music-playing ferry were singing in the background while we handed out steaming beverages to people.  Joyce and Fontaine dropped by, so did Serena and Tom.  My hands were freezing throughout the WHOLe night, seriously could not feel the back of my hands when the night was done.  But at least I managed to get money for salvation army, saw some fireworks and had a good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically MY day on friday.  Had fun and didn't have any school...it was great. Hope you guys had a good time doing whatever you were doing..and if you were at school...well..I laugh. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this blog was REALLy long...and I'm spent. So i guess the saturday blog will just have to wait. later tonite? tomorow? next week? who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-107015962725469567?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107015962725469567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/107015962725469567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107015962725469567' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106999296255698349</id><published>2003-11-27T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T20:16:11.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*~* parentellus complainellus *~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea...so i'm going downtown with Kitty tomorow..she demands that I get to her house at 7:30...so..yea. mom wasn't exactly in the happiest mood when i told her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i want to go downtown tomorow, to like Eaton's Centre and U of T area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: but u never stay home! ur always running around! why don't u stay home! what's gonna happen when ur oldER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhhh...i barely go out.plus it's a P.A. day i want to do SOMETHING more productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: what? why do u want to go to the eaton's centre? do u need to buy something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no. i just wanna go. it's downtown. it's just the feeling of being there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: WHAT?!why don't u ever stay at home! with ur brother! spend sometime with him! I can't even tell u to take care of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: He's friggin' in gr. 7! he can take care of himself. and plus all he does is play on the computer anyways! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well ur always wandering everywhere! ur never home! NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's because i have extracurricular things at school! and tennis 2 days a week! 3 actually for now...and i work on saturdays! and i do hw on sundays! what do u want me to do? i haven't gone out in so long! other than tuesday..that was just odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: fine! go. i don't care! go! u'd go even if i said no anyways! and then she just sorta wandered off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it sounds like an intense battle, but i exagerrated ALOT. so don't mind that. it was mostly my mom talking loudly...and me trying to talk sense into her..but i guess that just doens't work.  I tried. I don't want to complain and say how my parents don't understand me because i know what they do is for my own good...but sometimes i just need a break. i mean i'm not home half the time because i have tennis 3 days a week, key club, year book and work on saturday, and sunday i DO stay home. and do my hw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. my mom basically just said do whatever u like. just come home alive.  &lt;br /&gt;so that was the little battle. my parents won't stay mad at me for long..i hope at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to something more interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris (wang) and I come up with the most interesting topics. it's great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussing the issue of 'Anything that doesn't kill you will only make you stronger'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i was saying somethign bad about chris and i recovered with 'this might hurt now, but it will only make u a bigger man in the future'&lt;br /&gt;and he went to to talk about 'anything that doesn't kill you will only make you stronger'&lt;br /&gt;like...if you lose an alveoli, you'll only breathe better.  or drink more beer and lose a kidney...it'll probably do you some good. &lt;br /&gt;the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gj chris (wang). Kudos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106999296255698349?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106999296255698349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106999296255698349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106999296255698349' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106990708888411552</id><published>2003-11-26T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T20:24:57.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kudos to Vince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. What would the raptors be without the Franchaise. He is everything. He is the heard and soul of the Raptors. Last season Alvin took on this role but now Vince is back and better than ever! He led the raptors to an exciting 99-97 overtime win against the Atlanta Hawks! He SMOKED their wings off! completely demolished them on the field, 43 points at the end of the night. Jacking' up the 2's everywhere! if they got the ball to Vince, he'd drain it down the pipe. Also completed an impossible looking 3-point play, with him doing a 360, back towards the basket and still managing to get the ball in after being hacked on the arm.  Man, Kudos. Kudos to you Vince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less pressing matter, the Waterloo Open Math Challenge was today. Consisted of 12 questions. Full Solution. Enough to make anyone who loved math go insane. Probably didn't do all that well, but it's the effort that counts right? exactly what i was thinkin'.  ah well....it really doesn't matter that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i skipped the first 2 periods of today (classical civ, physics - probably didn't miss out on much anyways) had lunch, comp sci, and chemistry.  it was a pretty good day. stayed after school for yearbook layout meeting.  Played one of the most hilarious games ever. You make a fat guy run and jump over garbage cans and hope walls..it was damn funnie. i dunno the link right now, but i'll put it up asap&lt;br /&gt;i'm feelin' sooooo LAZY right now. i WAS going to do my bio notes, but i gave that up..o well what can ya do? tomorow's the last day of school for THIS week! w00t! long weekend! alrighhhtt...i hope it end i end up going somewhere on friday so i dont' waste another one of my days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106990708888411552?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106990708888411552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106990708888411552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106990708888411552' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106981894336559953</id><published>2003-11-25T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:55:51.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knock on Wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's funny. Supersitions. I don't really 'believe' in superstitions myself..but sometimes i do the rituals anyways.  Yea why do people do such sily things like knocking on wood or throwing salt over their shoulders? does it really accomplish anythign other than increasing the chance of breaking whatever you hit and leaving salt all over the place.  i mean...does it actually change 'the winds of luck'? i really wonder...if only someone would do a study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris sorta 'cursed' so to speak at me...I was in the process of complaining how school takes too much time and it gives me no chance to explore the outside world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have so many better things to do other going to school and working...i could go out and explore the world! and i'm missin' out!&lt;br /&gt;Chris: But james you have ur whole life ahead of u...but of course it could end as abruptly as 2moro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when it came. that little feeling inside me urging me to touch wood. that little part of the brain in charge of controlling the little supersititious actions you do. I touched the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good thing my desk was made of wood. &lt;br /&gt;Chris: *throw salt over shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;Chris: *walk under ladder*&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if there was no wood in my house chris? Then what would u do? you'd be indirectly responsible for my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That was when the question came up. What would happen if I hadn't touched the wood? would I have died? or what if i didnt die? does that mean the world has gone crazy. where up is down and down is sideways? where questions have no answers and msn doesn't exist? What would become of the world? Maybe it would collapse on itself. and THAT would be the end of human existence as we know it. Yup all because of somethign small...because someone hadn't touched wood or threw salt over their shoulder and lived. hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder. i wonder. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106981894336559953?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106981894336559953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106981894336559953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981894336559953' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106973611980044070</id><published>2003-11-24T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T20:55:27.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brutal. Just Brutal. Actually not that brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea  1 quiz, 1 essay due, and 2 tests all in the same day is not fun. Those things should never come in contact with each other ever again as long as I live. &lt;br /&gt;With that done and said...we can move on to the next item on the agenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious. I was just reminded of a funny happening today...while watching the O.C. someone said 'word gets around fast these days' and that is so true.&lt;br /&gt;Stories went around about a certain someone....mackin' it up at semi...it was the funniest thing..even the teachers found out..it was great. teachers being Woz..i don't know who else knows...but yea...even i didn't know what was going on...but it was hilarious after i found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. it was great. the ppl in that story will forever remain annonymous. *coughluicough* i hope u don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to popular demand..a semi re-cap is in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi formal. A Nite Under the sea...i mean stars...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, had to get to moonlight early to help set up, Steven and I built the arch way at the entrance. Thank you very much.  Yea so it was pretty hectic before with all the set up...but it looked amazing after we were done.  The night started with the dinner, and the Menu was as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENU&lt;br /&gt;salad a la caesar&lt;br /&gt;Pasta a la tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;Chicken a la Grill (which was sweet flavourwise surprisingly)&lt;br /&gt;Pizza a la Crust&lt;br /&gt;and can't forget the bun a la butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was okay...maybe the food was okay due to the fact that i did not have lunch that day...hmmm..one way or another i had a decent meal.  They we did some random things, raffling prizes, scavenger hunt and then the dance!&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' the nite away! for like a billion hours...of non stop dancin'! the DJ was kewl..he had the turntables and he was mixin' it up like mad! kudos to him! That was basically the whole nite and I had to stay for awhile longer afterwards to clean up and such...so didn't actually get home til 1:30 am. ah well..it was all workth it in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot Jess! for making semi so good this year! for all the hard work you put in...let's just hope we can make it just as good next year..and if we can't...well this is what's going to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 Nov. Semi...&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Semi! let's buy tickets! last year's was Hella Tight!&lt;br /&gt;w00t! i'm in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at semi..&lt;br /&gt;This semi sucks! nothing like last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005...&lt;br /&gt;Last year's semi stucked big ass! screwwww semi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by the time it hits 2005, i'll be long gone! ha! take that! suckers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106973611980044070?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106973611980044070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106973611980044070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973611980044070' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106956857964538742</id><published>2003-11-22T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T22:23:07.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEMI = w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! semi was teh ownz! yes, i don't use that phrase often but semi was just that good. it was amazing indeed.  party down! im re-watching some of the videos i took and they are hilarious! o man...it makes me want to cry.  im reliving the moments rite here in my basement...technially im still under the stars....yea semi! i spent like 8 hours at moonlight i think? itwas worth it in the end...all the prep work and the cutting green foam bricks...it was worth it. so many fun things...o man...from all the random jokes at our table to the super-cool glowsticking! w00t! i tried to learn...maybe i'll start 'practising in my basement' just like them..and be able to show em' up one day...nah...too much work and energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. fun and fun-nie. o man it was great. and u know whats even better? me skipping TM for semi. yup. it was a double deal. 2 birds with 1 stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so wasted this morning tho...didn't get home til 1:30? and i woke up but i could barely stay awake during lunch. yes lunch was the first meal i had. i was sooo tired..and i was dozing off while i was workign at mcDs.  ah well..do ppl really care about what they eat? it's all the same in here *points to stomach*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106956857964538742?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106956857964538742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106956857964538742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106956857964538742' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106930714758288038</id><published>2003-11-19T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:45:54.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...let's try this again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i tried to post...it was late at night once again...my internet sorta went screwed...so i didn't bother typing up another entry. thats alrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically yesterday i was talking about me cutting green bricks of foam that flake...and inhaling styrofoam crap...building up in the lungs and might cause a tumour or something. i dunno. but if u find me one day in my death bed, u know what to blame my death on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi creeps near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. Semi is in 2 days! w00t! we're all so excited! but people are so stresssed! so much work involved in doing all this..wow. its amazing. so PROPS to key club! yea it's gonna be great..im just wondering if we'll be able to do the same next year.  the tension is building as we get closer and closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the mall today with Y-X and diana.  girls really can't decide so thats probably why they take so long to shop.  hmmm..its odd...maybe it's somethign to do with the female hormone..uhh..estrogen (thnx canny)! thats the one.  yea it's odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me going into store to buy something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: walk in store.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: pin point location of the object i wish to purchase&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: check price&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 (if necessary): check size and try it on posibbly.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite sex going into store to buy somethign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: look around before stepping into store.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: step into store&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: look around at random things&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: slowly make way towards item while looking around at random things&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: look at item and feel it&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: look around&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: check price for item&lt;br /&gt;Step 8: look around&lt;br /&gt;Step 9....yea u get the idea...im not going to type it all out. its just toooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the sort of person that'd complain about standing there waiting for other ppl to buy stuff...or giving my opinion...I really don't mind. some ppl can't stand it. Im not that type of person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106930714758288038?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106930714758288038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106930714758288038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930714758288038' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106913162244133984</id><published>2003-11-17T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T21:00:29.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marks and disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. report cards. the dreadful thing called report cards.  it comes 4 times a year to constantly remind us how much we're failing and in which courses.  Of course, there are also the teacher comment boxes to enhance the experience with comments like 'needs to challenge himself more' or somethign corny like that.  Parents'll will interpret it as somethign bad and scould you for not doing 100%.  Yes that's rite. It's so true. Especially in asian families where children are punished for their ignorance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. im not going to publish my mark...cuz i personally think it's bad but it might make some ppl feel bad (im j.k im not trying to brag about how smart i am...i just thought i'd do better)...yea. not totally happy. but it's alrite..we're still young..and we should party whenever we get the chance! w00t! PARTY TOWN! im such a bad influence...ah well. what can ya do? PAR-TAY ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106913162244133984?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106913162244133984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106913162244133984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106913162244133984' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106905001558793618</id><published>2003-11-16T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:20:21.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another weekend wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. its 1:19am rite now and i just finished my bio work. why? becuz i wasted my whole weekend doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much procrastinating...and not getting hw done...this is gonna kill me one day...damnit. this sucks. ah well. what can i do rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard somethign very disturbing today...in the men's change room at Mayfair (tennis club) 2 grown men were talking about boners..yes boners. i didn't actually see them, but they were friggin' loud.  yes. in a change room where naked men walk around, they were talking about boners. it's quite disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess...that could always be me in a couple ten years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to sleep. if u see me today. don't be surprised if i look dead.&lt;br /&gt;o yea. CLEW is tomorow! w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106905001558793618?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106905001558793618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106905001558793618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106905001558793618' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106895915867348157</id><published>2003-11-15T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T21:06:04.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoha. new template thnx to mimi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. new template indeed. still udner contructsion but hey. im gettin' there...html is confusing if u havn't looked at it for over 4 years..thats ok. my skillz'll come back to me eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. saturday. reallyy, this should be the best day of my week. wake up late, sleep late, no school the next day...sounds perfect to anyone rite? wrong again.well...today instead of sleeping in,i had to wake up early to do our CSP at someone's house down at Sheppard and Bayview. aiya. to rake leaves for people. for free. to finish the CSP (if u don't know what CSP is..don't bother, if i told u u'd just make fun of me).  The experience was actually worth while. Although not alot of ppl came, we  still had fun sorta...and collected money for VY. gj guys and gals (who were there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea. u might say thats not so bad. i had fun. i got hours. i raised money. but no. i had math rite after it. data management to be precise. today's class, although about matrices (plural of matrix) which sounds complicated and sophisticated really isn't much more than muliplication and addition, it was a waste of my time. i would've know how to do all that junk if someone explained it to me in 15 min.  geez. ah well. it was easy. i was sleepy, so i wasn't really listening but thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u must say. o so just math and volunteering? thats a typical saturday for alot of ppl. wait. i also had to work. but not JUST work. it was at mcDs. yup. saturday night. workign every saturday nite. nobody comes to mcDs on saturday nites. everyone's out partying! but McDs is interesting...Felix (im assuming only Graeme knows who that is) and I started throwing pickles at each other..and chucking blue berries at each other inside the freezer. he tried to 'lock' me in by keep the door shut, but he's really weak..and i mean REALLY weak. i hope he doesn't read this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so that was my day. from 9 am - 10 pm. non stop. always moving or learning. where r all the good days? where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw . did i mention i missed all of elaine's party to participate in this dreadful day? no? well i just did. i hope i didn't miss out on anythign guys...stupid everything...and McDs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106895915867348157?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106895915867348157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106895915867348157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106895915867348157' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106887661038359439</id><published>2003-11-14T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:10:16.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya..i never knew making semi tables would be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;there was that first set...with all the girls at one table and no one at the other(which inlcuded me)...so it was shafted. then we had another one (the one written on yin xia's arms)..which was pretty good..but ppl complain again of course. now this third one. i really hope it works. cuz i don't care where we sit. it's not like we're set off in another world when we're at different tables...aiya. all i can say is aiya. we're a complicated group...i blame it on the giftedness..always trying to make everyone happy. but it's not possible. it just isn't. ah well. semi will be great no matter what. it doesn't matter who u sit with. wait i take that back. it does matter. but as long as im sitting with familiar ppl its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, a bunch of us went to the mall today to go semi shopping - mainly the girls, guys don't shop. they purchase. they see somethign and they pay. - there were actually a BIG bunch of us..but before i went i had to go to sam's for a meeting regarding HOBY, no HOBO..geez.  me , canny and sam decided to catch to bus to the mall rite after tanya and yin xia for picke up...here's how the story went down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YX and Sam - *singing some random songs*&lt;br /&gt;*bus zooms by*&lt;br /&gt;me: o crap. ah well..it'll be back in another 15 min..&lt;br /&gt;sam: yea exactly, we'll wait for another ten minutes for yin xia's mom to come pick her up and then walk to the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;*wait for 5 min*&lt;br /&gt;sam - should we..&lt;br /&gt;*another bus zooms by*&lt;br /&gt;me: NO!&lt;br /&gt;sam: yea we should really go to the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;*we start walking towards bus stop, and yin xia's mom drives up*&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we managed to get to the bus stop, without any injuries sustained.  No broken legs, alien abductions or smashed skulls.  but the wait was not much easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wow. the bus is taking awfully long..&lt;br /&gt;sam: *starts singing snow white*&lt;br /&gt;canny: sing beauty and the beast sam!&lt;br /&gt;sam: *starts singing beauty and the beast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another 10 min passes...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: man where is the bus? im cold and o so hungry&lt;br /&gt;sam: yea me too&lt;br /&gt;canny: yea we missed 2 remember?&lt;br /&gt;sam: maybe i'll do a bus dance *does some crazy actions, shouts some crazy words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*handicapped bus zooms by*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: wow. maybe im not using the rite words *does some crazy actions...incorporated with the words 'markham tranist'*&lt;br /&gt;me: hey i think i see the bus coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the bus actually did come. rite after sam did her 'ritual'. yes. it's a crazy world.  yes. i hav no explanation for what happened today. was it a coincidence? i think not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106887661038359439?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106887661038359439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106887661038359439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887661038359439' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072474.post-106877794454303672</id><published>2003-11-13T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:45:49.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i really can't believe im sitting here typing away...actually starting to blog.  i figured it'd be a hilarious thing to read in the future...ya know in 10, 20 years from now? maybe?Yes. laughing at all the stupid things we did as gr. 11s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i think i would've left this whole 'starting a blog' thing for another year if i hadn't promised someone i'd blog today...thats rite! u know who u are! *cough* yea there won't be much vy stuff..unless something more interesting happens...but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since this is the FIRST blog...im going to make this simple.  simply, going to talk about my day...well let's see...Day 1. i love day 1s.  did i ever tell u how much i loved day 1s?  partly because i hav only 3 classes..wait. IT IS because i only have 3 courses on day 1s that make it so good.  math, bio english...other than english the day is pretty kewl..details aren't really that interesting...other than that i started calling Grace "demento legs"..she should really get her own TV show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea. it was snowing really REALLY hard today.  it was to the point where i really couldn't move forward.  as some of u may know, i hav a ~200m walk to my bus stop...yes. it is very far away...anyways...i looked like a fool today cuz i was ducking in and out of houses hiding in the little trenches that provided me protection from the lethal snow storm.  i swear i saw a lady give me a weird look from her car...and some ppl from PET pointed at me while they were waiting for the 'public transit'.  Jokes on them suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea...something in english reminded me of somethign else...it was also brought up again during my tennis session today...i can't remember what tho...but from what i can remember it sorta goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible, but highly unlikely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what i was thinking about in tennis, cuz i was playing Pang Pang, a 6' 11" asian guy in tennis..and he whooped me good. in front of all the little kids too..ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. me beating andre agassi (professional tennis player) in tennis is like kuldip and adam beating everyone else at 'signal', yes possible. but highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys. but it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6072474-106877794454303672?l=the-underground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106877794454303672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072474/posts/default/106877794454303672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-underground.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877794454303672' title=''/><author><name>james</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14889590701378661709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
