Left Up Right Left Up Right

So like any other college student, I've been procrastinating on my studies by distracting myself with video games. Old video games. I really love re-playing video games or just picking up on ones that I never finished or never even played. I've currently been re-playing the Zelda series starting with Ocarina of Time. I love that game. I love it good.

While I sit in a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor, staring up at my bubble-screen television, I feel a faint touch of nostalgia. I suppose if it was a Sunday morning and I had a bowl of cereal and Animaniacs were on another tv, I'd feel nine years old again. It's been about 13 years since this game came out, and I still love it the same, although sometimes the feeling is different...

13 years ago...

Present day 2011

And sometimes it's not. 

Wallmasters. Eff that shit.

Oontz. Oontz. Oontz. Oontz.

This literally happened a couple of days ago at work... it was during closing time, the store was quite empty and my co-worker buddy Jaclyn and I were just having nonsense chitchat as usual.

Suddenly the topic came up about clubbing and dancing, and I told her about my experiences in clubs in Korea.



The way Koreans dance in clubs is definitely different...the only way I can describe it is like... if you stood straight all facing one way, didn't move your feet and just stood there stiff... and bucked back and forth. Maybe a little head bob included. Really unappealing. But that's just my opinion. It's kind of like how the fish dance in Spongebob Squarepants if you've ever seen that. But if that isn't enough, HERE'S A GIF.


I felt like sometimes when my friends and I went out dancing, we were the obnoxious foreigners that just knocked everyone over with our spastic American dance moves. (aka the best kind of dance moves)

But anywho, I was describing to Jaclyn how these guys would dance up to you like that with this terrible pelvic thrust type move and try to get you to dance with them, but it turned out to be a trainwreck...

He couldn't of come in at the worst sentence fragment and the worst... everything.

God I hope it's on the security cameras.

Put this on your "To Do" list

I studied abroad in Seoul, Korea the past year and one of my favorite things to go to was a "jjimjilbang." If you don't know what that is, it's a Korean version of a sauna and bathhouse, and yes, with full fledged nudity. It's about as close as I could get to being naked in public with strangers without getting arrested. (The baths were gender-seperated though)

In November 2009 I went with a bunch of my lady friends to a small historical city called Gyeongju, on the lower southeast coast.

After a day of hiking and sight-seeing in the cold weather, we were pretty psyched to soak it up at the local jjimjilbang nearby. It was a small bathhouse with a sauna, showers, and a hot and cold pool. It was packed with a lot of the locals, and they didn't hide their surprise when they saw a bunch of foreigners come in. It's already sort of awkward if they stare at you in public with your friends in the subway or at the stores, etc. But think of the awkwardness of them staring at you ...naked.

* Note: If you don't know what a "twinkie" person is, look it up. Hi-larious~

Anywho, we minded our own business just unwound and chilled out for awhile. We were all sitting in the small hot bath, 6 people in it were already a bit much, but we still didn't mind.

Suddenly this old woman came up to join us, I won't get too descriptive, but imagine an 82 year old woman naked...No wait, don't.

We've been to several bathhouses before so we just ignored it and figured she just wants to sit and enjoy the water too, so we scooted over to make room for her. We were pretty wrong though, this wasn't sit and soak time, this was "Awkward-Exercises-In-A-Tiny-Crowded-Tub" time. Slowly and casually a few of us melted out of the pool, leaving my dear friend Jenny behind. I think she had the impression that the woman would be done soon.

I'm not sure what workout program she's been doing, it might be the "Let's jump awkwardly against the bathwall with our parts in everyone's faces" exercise, or "Let's bellyflop right in the middle of the pool and stick our bums in peoples faces" exercise. All that was left in the tub was her and Jenny.

Poor, poor Jenny.

drunk post is drunk

i apologize to anyone in advance.. especially my sober self in the morning for making this post.

so tonight after a crazy hectic day at work at the liquor store, drew says to us remaining people " hey so today was hectic, lets go to keegans (the nearby irish pub that we go to) and ill buy everyone a round of smithwicks" i cant really say no to a free beer, so me, him, and other coworkers russ, spencer, jaclyn, and brittany go across the street for  a beer. it was good.



then the waitress comes back with free shots of some sort of baileys,vodka,rum concotion with crimmas cookies.yay!!! so we'reall like yummmm and we do this



then i realize i didnt have much to eat that day... and before i know it this happend.



i had to drive home and it was snowing a lot out. but its minnesota... that shit kind of happens.



its a loooong drive home for me, normally about 40 mins but i has to drive real nice and slooow because of the snow. but beer goes through me like woah so i cant stop. I CANT STOP.



so i have to distract myself with music. and singing to it



really loudly.



for awhile..



a really long while.



i decide that i cant really make it home so i stop at the gas station,relief!!!!!!!



im so happy afterwards that th rest of the drive home is like this



theres a huge difference, you dont even know.

night night.

p.s. i dont encourage drinking, or drinking and driving. home safe... just dont drive drunk while having to pee really badly. BE SAFE KIDS.





That was uncalled for.

You'll learn soon enough through my stories that I've had a variety of random jobs, I just remember this story pretty distinctly because I think in the end I started to feel more sorry for the other person involved more than anything.


I used to work at a video game store x-number of years ago, and the current manager on duty at the time was Dave. Dave's pretty awesome but maybe not the brightest crayon in the box. (I'm kidding, I'm kidding, he's like a crazy neon crayon color.)



We were working together one night and the store was quite empty. It's a relatively small store with several tall shelves and moveable racks of video games everywhere on the floor. He was doing manager-type duties at the registers while I was putting away games on a low rack in between two shelves.



There was a customer standing next to me looking at games while I was shelving them away, and quietly, but audibly...

Pretty much right on my head.


I wasn't sure if he noticed but I casually stood up and walked away back to the register to tell Dave the news, but in the lowest voice I could because he was still in the store.

But apparently Dave's line of vision didn't see the customer I knew that existed, because the video game racks were so tall... then he came 'round to purchase a game...

He probably went home and cried. I hope you're happy.



Life's too short for shitty beer

Today's post is taken out of something that has happened to be at work on several occassions. I work at a liquor store as a cashier and never had I had a job interacting with customers that openly question me being asian. But wait, what does that have to do with anything?
I don't know.
But it happens.
In many types of situations.

This is one of the situations:

There were plenty of things I would of like to of said at the moment... maybe I'm being too judgemental, but what else was he trying to imply? Apparently to be asian I neeeed to have an asian name.

I think I'll switch my name to "Peking Sakura Jong Il."

Sweeeet.