Well here it is folks, Wei is going down for the count. The age of our youth has come to an end, and WT is the first to bite that bullet. It seems like yesterday that the brother I was messing around with and getting in trouble, but now well he has finally grown up. Nothing but love buddy, I hope he had a great weekend, because I had a blast at his bachelor party.
With some parts missing, it was nothing but good times, drinking, eating and clubbing, love you brah.
Okay, so lets get to the next portion of this blog…the speech. As Wei's best man, I've been having trouble coming up with this thing. I keep thinking I'm going to be witty and think of something funny. If I'm thinking that, then why is this coming out harder than it's suppose to be, god damn it. I know it's not an easy thing and tons of people have done it before me. The real question is how do I make it different and stand out? There are three ways I can do this. I can…
1. Create a song…yeah, I guess I can rap it, or write a song, or even attempt to play a guitar and write a song. Idiotic? Yes? Of course yes, however it would be intriguingly different…holy schnikes…intriguingly is a word? Bam, and boom goes the dynamite.
B-T-Dub…this girl killed it…white girls…trying to make things cool since forever…god dammit.
2. Write a witty poem, with lots of sentimental value. I don't know about this one. I can't really make shit rhyme…so technically I can't really rap either. Fuck…couldn't I just do N*ggas in Paris? French toast.
3. Okay so that leaves me with my last and final option, to go all out on the best "BEST MAN SPEECH EVER!!!" What does this speech consist of? Sentimental opening, funny hysterical moments, a rap song, and ending with an over sentimentalized poem. That's it, that's how I'm doing this shit right here.
So honestly, how many people did I fool there? Probably not a lot, but I'm trying my best. Anywhoo, this is where I'm at the moment, stuck on this MacBook thinking it's time I decide on my next move on this speech…god dammit…I'm screwed.
You know what Grind My Gears? Stupid dumb kids all across America playing a dumb, idiotic, and completely pointless game called, "Knock-out." Let's discuss what "Knock-out," is. It's a game where kids have created by walking up to unsuspected people, and literally hitting them in the face/head and knocking them out. That's right, just literally knocking them out. Not worrying about them collapsing on the floor, or getting any sort of concussion, nothing. Oh, and did I tell you, sex, race, age, none of that matters it seems. It's just a funny game that these kids think it's hilarious.
First off, where the fuck do you get off just hitting someone unexpectedly like that? How the fuck is this a game? You're not evening robbing these people, instead this is some sick and twisted enjoyment you're getting out of this. I swear to Buddha, these kids are not learning a god damn thing. Instead, you have these kids, and well this generation. They're just fucking incompetent. Racism running wild, violence running wild. It' fucking ridiculous. I'm cursing a lot because, honestly this has been making my blood boil for the last two weeks. Starting out in the midwest, this is a trend that should have never happened.
Here's the kicker folks, I'll be damn if this continues and it doesn't stop. I don't like choosing violence, but I sure as hell do not want to see a bunch of kids running around and knocking people out for no apparent reason. So I say this now, you better hope you don't run into someone that isn't going to get knocked out, and is going to show your face a thing or two. If I had my say, you'll be seeing brass of some sort, and a broken arm.
You know what grinds my gears, disrespectful kids, that think this is the greatest thing on earth. I hope someone runs up on you and slams your face to the ground…
Lately I've been looking back and reflecting on my life. I've realized something about myself. I say a lot dumb shit. Seriously a lot of dumb things. Lets take the first one for example. I once sat in Dave's car, and on our way home from Suze's I just looked out the window and after a minute pause all that came out was…"Sprinkler's." Yup, that's me in a nutshell really. Too me, I have a few pretty clutch lines that I go to back and forth with…let's explore some Wei-isms.
1. Buckets
I honestly got this off of Dave. Dave said he got this off of college. All I know is that I use it for everything that is good in life. However this didn't come into real play until me and Dave became beer pong partners or beirut. Whatever you want to call it…just remember, every shot you make…it's buckets.
2. Chile today, Hot Tamale
My go to joke when the whether is either cold or hot outside. Sometimes you gotta bring back the classics, and this is such a Wei line, I don't even know who else uses this thing anymore, it's just funny and happy to me. So if someone ask you what the weather is in South America, just let them know, it's Chile today, and hot tamale.
3. Epic
This is some good college verbiage learned from college. Georgie introduced the line, Wei decided to keep the it and continue using it. I don't know, I sure hear Charlie Sheen using it nowadays. But fudge it, that's a Wei line now, so accept it.
Hmm…realizing how hard this is now Jay, dammit. This may be a a task that is completed within a few posts. Let's see how this works out…until the next set of Wei-isms
My last post was on September 5, 2013. It has been quite some time, and well. There have been many things going on in my life. Well, I guess there is. It's been a tumultuous two months. First off, work has gotten ten times better. I guess you can say I started working with one of the greatest people on earth again. That's right, me and the Shirleynator is back together again, brining down all those mortgage defaulters. Yup that's right, that's happening. What else can I say, the duo is back, and that's just the first thing that has happened in the past two months. It's great.
Well that's some good news, seriously, why wouldn't it be right? Any bad news? Not that I can think of right now. All my friends are getting married that's another biggie that has been going on around here. I guess, I'm just waiting for everyone else to just hit that mark I guess. Man, I am fucking up, I'm just really falling behind here. Does that make sense? Seriously, does it? I guess it does, I'm am just not doing anything…save me JEBUS!!
Well, I guess that's not all true. I've been bitten with the smitten bug again. It has been a while since this happened I guess. I guess really since the B word. Man, the B word was pretty nice pretty. I always thought she was. That's just how it was back in the day, I guess it still is now. However, I guess as I get older, I just don't give a shit anymore. For me though, I've always been one of those picky bastards. Takes a lot for me to be smitten I guess…this shit better work.
Sports sports sports…sometimes being a Philly sports fan sucks, and well this year has been extremely craptacular. Phils are out, Eagles aren't doing so hot, Flyers just suck, and well…I'm hoping the Sixers suck for Wiggins. #WinlessForWiggins Indeed.
Oh hey, you know what was awesome. My 29th birthday. I don't remember too much of the festivities, but I know that it was an amazing night. Let's begin with dinner shall we. A nice Chinatown meal with some of my closes friends. Not everyone was there, i.e. Dave and Steffie. But close enough. The second part of the night? Well, that's where it gets extremely hazy. Kinda like the Moors of Scotland. I remember having my first drink, a Ginger and gin drink. Tango did not have any Tanqueray for some reason. Oh, well. Oh, and keep in mind they were having a Halloween party at this place. My second drink, I don't another Gin and Ginger. It's the third drink that kind f*cked up my shit. I know Ying made me spill by 3rd gin and ginger, but like a hero, George came through in the clutch and gave me his Samuel Adams Octoberfest. This is where things start to get hazy. First off, never buy bottle service at a club. Secondly, never buy a bottle of Ace of Spade champagne at a club. That's just idiotic. Unless you're Jay-Z…and I am not Jay-Z.
That's just plain old silly Wei…plain old silly.
So the night goes on, Wei does some rapping, and well, Wei also does some vomiting. If I could remember this night, I would. However this night also brought along me breaking my car keys somehow. I don't know how, and I don't really remember when. It just happened. Thanks guys and gals, 29 is going to be memorable. Lets see what 30 will bring us shall we?
So this has been my life these last couple of months. Trust me, I'm brining the blog back in a way of some sort. For better or for worse, this thing isn't going away yet. I'm still going to be writing and talking about my dumb shit that I go through.
Been thinking about this again...It's a weird and a touchy subject. Lets be honest, death is not a fun topic to discuss. However, it's not really death that I wish to speak of, more so the last few words that you say. I never really thought what my last words would be. In hindsight this is kind of depressing. However sometimes you got to get through the depressing stuff to actually see what you're really missing.
Last year around this time, my dad had a scare with stroke. That was an extremely scary time. He had an issue with his eye, his blood pressure was through the roof, and all in all it was an extremely scary and dire situation. My dad is the strong silent type, and he never really says much. However, after the scare, it was good to hear him speak and say some encouraging things. I'm glad now that my dad is better, and I really can't say anything bad. He still needs to watch his diet, but he's doing well.
Like I said, my dad is not one to say a lot, however I'm glad I know enough about my father that I know what is thoughts were. However, no last words were given to me by him. Instead I got a gentle squeeze that made me realize that everything will be okay. It's a scary thing to go through, but definitely a great feeling once you're out of it.
I was thinking, maybe my last few words would be, love you guys...and well, now I gotta drop a deuce.
Doode, this girl is only 16...crazy, and I can't stop listening to this song. Dammit.
We've had this discussion before. I've brought up the idea of the zombie apocalypse, and then some. I brought up ways I would protect my friends and family with guns, samurai swords, and metal bats and crow bars. Heck, I even been looking at AR-15s lately, and I know that's going to happen soon. However lately, I've been wondering about humankind. Let's just say an apocalypse happens? What is our move, and our steps to survive? Will human kind survive?
After reading World War Z, the vivid images just kept running through my mind, and hearing these stories of the fictional characters just seem so life like. I could just hear the voices in my head. I don't know. Maybe the fact that stories are so life like, that's what scares me the most. What happens when the world is confront with Patient Zero?
The book really just shows how human's survive, what it takes, what the tolls of the war will really look like. A decade long war, that is forever. Who comes out of a war like this? Honestly? Jay called it, running zombies are going to literally fuck shit up. However, what about a world that is overrun by the literally the walking dead? Can they be stopped? Look, I'm not saying Max Brook's book is the answer, however I will have to admit. There is a lot of great logic in it.
When the time comes, so may call it an evil and ill gotten way to survive. However, lets admit this. Not everyone is going to survive this thing. Right? Isn't it safe to say that? However the real question is, would it be wrong to use certain people as undead bait? While a large group gets away? Look, do you sacrifice the lives of a few thousands to save the lives of a few tens to hundreds of thousands? For the sake of humanity's existence, wouldn't this be for the best? Look I'm not saying I have the answers, but ask yourself that? Wouldn't that be the right answer?
I was ask this question recently, would I let my family and friends die to save the lives of tens of thousands. I had to really think hard about this one. I don't know what the right answer is, however I'll make it easier for my friends and family that are reading this. When the time comes, and you had to choose, save the lives of the others. I promise I won't hate you, for the greater good. It's understandable.
This is what this book has done to me. Could I think it through that way? Could I survive and sacrifice when the time came? I don't ever want to know that answer. However I like to believe I survive a world like that, and I like to believe humans will make the right choice when it came down to it. I like to believe we would all rise above our differences and take out the trash that was left behind. God, I hope I'm right, and I hope we don't live in a world like the Walking Dead, where everyone is out for themselves. Dammit...
Stupid Blogger not letting me add the video I really wanted.
Lately this has been a super touchy subject. We have our Zimmerman file bringing up a bad taste in our mouths. However lately more and more of this shit is coming out. Why? I don't know. You would think in this time and age, our world should be evolving by now? Right? Evolving...right? Well it's not. No we do not live in the age of Emmett Till, well god I hope not, however this is the age we live in. So why do I bring this subject up? Well, it's just the strange phenomenon.
Is it odd that the whole Riley Cooper thing just made me feel like someone should be punched? I mean, is it okay that one man is being attacked? Of course it is, a drunken idiot spewed a bunch of hateful obscenities that was extremely uncalled for. You know what also makes that a shitty preposition, a man who thinks he's entitled to be backstage cause..."I'm a Philadelphia Eagle." Grow up buddy, you aren't entitle to crap, so get off your high horse, and remember what it's like to not have money. Dip shit.
Now the second part? Do African Americans get a pass to say the derogative "N" word like it's just a regular word? My thought behind this? No, and yes I understand that they are okay to say it. However, if we want our future generations to stop saying that word, shouldn't you not lead the example and continue saying that word? Isn't there another word that could be used besides it? I mean, hell rappers use a million words, however you are constantly using that word over and over.
Alright, so lets think about this. There are derogatory terms to name every race. However when it comes down to it, in the US of A, you know that if you're caucasian, you basically have free range in this country. However, any other race, well you kinda have to work at it. However that is no excuse to expect free handouts. As an Asian kid growing up, it was rough. Especially for my brother and sisters. I guess as time went on, it got easier for me. Maybe it was the way I acted, maybe it was the way I presented myself, and had all this confidence to get me through each day. Maybe I was just nice to people, and being good to people makes people good to you. Isn't that something we can all learn? Can't we all just be good to each other? Maybe that's the first step to receiving the first answers to our utopian future. Just maybe.
