Happy Birthday, Mum!

March 5th, 2006 Entries, Noteworthy

Every year, on March 5, it’s my mom’s birthday. I don’t know why I wrote it like that. It makes it sound like it’s a coincidence that my mom’s birthday happens to be March 5… every year. Anyway, I never get her a present because I am a bad son.

But this year was (or is it “is” because it’s still this year) different. I knew the perfect gift. She has been bugging me about this for a very long time.

At 12 am this morning, I began gathering the necessary tools. Actually, I didn’t have the proper equipment… so I had to improvise. I had no buzz-cutter and no second mirror. Just a pair of scissors and a Mach 3 Turbo that’s in dire need of a replacement cartridge… which I’m too cheap to pay for a new one.

I didn’t take a before picture, but this is after I trimmed some with scissors.

Using a manual razor is very slow. And tiring. Here, I got so tired I just wanted to stop. But then as you can see, the back looks pretty bad.

I should explain why I’m half naked. Actually, the pictures are deceiving. I’m more than half naked. I’m only wearing my boxers. It’s cause I didn’t want hair to get on my jeans, which I would need for Sunday.

Yay I finished the front and the sides. If I grew out the back more, I could have a Chinese-queue thing like Jet Li in Once Upon a Time in China.

Se fine. You can now see my entire assortment of facial expressions because you can now see my eyebrows. The entire time I was shaving, I was scared my head would look weird. Like it would have a ditch and a few extra bumps or something alien like that. I’m sorry if you have those. I didn’t mean to imply that you are an alien.

Random Facts:
A shaved/biced head is… very cold. I had to wear a sweatshirt with the hood over my head to go to bed last night. And after I took a shower… I was drying my hair… I mean my head… and the towel got caught in the stubbles on my head. It hurt. I’m not sure if I cried or not… it might have just been the water dripping from my head after the shower. All in all, it took about 1.5 hours to finish. I have great admiration for people who cut their own hair.

Clarification: My mom wanted me to cut my hair.
7:04:08 PM whittxp: did you cut your hair
7:04:17 PM choulander: umm
7:04:29 PM whittxp: no?
7:04:53 PM whittxp: mamas going to faint
7:04:57 PM whittxp: and take away all your money
7:04:58 PM whittxp: for good
7:05:03 PM choulander: hahaha
7:05:14 PM whittxp: she so serious
7:05:21 PM choulander: i will cut it soon
7:05:24 PM whittxp: btw summer farted to tell us she wants to poop
7:05:31 PM whittxp: uncle dave?
7:05:33 PM choulander: i’m debating how i want it cut
7:05:36 PM whittxp: three months long hair no good witness
7:05:41 PM whittxp: shave it
7:05:45 PM whittxp: then you won’t have to do anything with it
7:05:52 PM whittxp: and you’ll look really buddhist
7:06:01 PM choulander: HAHAHAHAHHAA
7:06:02 PM choulander: sick
7:06:04 PM choulander: i’ll look so.. naked
7:06:10 PM whittxp: you are naked
7:06:18 PM whittxp: mom says to give her a straight answer
7:06:22 PM choulander: i will cut it
7:06:24 PM choulander: soon
7:06:30 PM whittxp: she’s so disappointed in you
7:06:31 PM whittxp: slap in the forehead
7:06:36 PM choulander: =/
7:06:53 PM whittxp: cut cut cut by tomorrow
7:06:59 PM choulander: woahh no timeee
7:06:59 PM whittxp: tell them to cut it as short as possible
7:07:01 PM whittxp: which means .. shaven
7:07:06 PM choulander: SICK

Happy Birthday Mom. I won’t reveal your age because no one would believe that you are still so young.

Webb 06-07!

March 1st, 2006 Entries

Ladies and Gentlemen, I now present to you next year’s apartment. Sorry for the crappy cell image; I took it on the way to eating dinner at Wok Crazy. Webb Tower:

Yes, God has answered prayer after prayer regarding next year’s housing.

It began with whether my mom would even let me do apartment next year. (Mom, I promise I won’t waste all my time in the kitchen) Next it was getting a decent lottery number so we could choose a good apartment (Thanks to Peter and his 1168!) And then it was finding a fourth roommate. (Yay for Roy finding Tony!) And then finally it was being able to choose between apartments of our actual choice. (Webb has great location and utilities are included!)

So come and visit us when we’re in it for next year: we move in August 16, so you can help us make it feel more like home. And we promise that we will have clean dishes that you can use. And that there will be no fungus/vegetables growing in the bathroom.

A LOVEly Birthday

March 1st, 2006 Entries, Noteworthy

Today was Peepee’s birthday. At 12:00 am, Roy and I put down our textbooks and laptops and yelled “Happy Birthday Peepee” to Peepee, who was sitting 3 feet away from us. Then we broke out this very expensive Dutch Apple Pie we bought from the supermarket and had hidden from Peepee’s sight. And right when we were about to start eating… Peepee’s cell rang. He picked it up with a grin the size of Texas.. and was out of the room for about an hour.

“It’s gotta be a girl,” I said to Roy. He smiled silently and nodded his head, just like how Roy responds to pretty much everything. We waited for an hour…waiting to open that apple pie. And I changed his away message to read “On the phone with a girl. =D”

[Of course, I did this without any confirmation that it even was a girl. Popular belief would have dictated that the one to whom Peepee was speaking to on the phone would be his lover, otherwise known as “The Head.” But “The Head” tried to send Peepee something over AIM which did not go through, and I knew it wasn’t “The Head” on the other line. We are sorry if “The Head” feels sad that he was not able to speak to Peepee. We do not even encourage Peepee speaking to girls. He did that of his own accord.]

When Peepee returned, he called us jerks. Apparently, the girl on the other line told him that his away message had been changed. I will not reveal the name of that girl, but when asked why he was on the phone with her for so long, Peepee just replied, “We have the same birthday.”

Me: What do they talk about for so long! ‘Happy birthday to you!’ ‘No, no, happy birthday to YOU!’

Roy: You know, Daniel and I have the same birthday.

Peepee: No way! [hurries to check facebook.com. when we joke around that we changed it just then, we showed him our drivers licenses]

Roy: Yeah, you don’t see me and Daniel talking that much on our birthday.

Which obviously led to us saying that Peepee was attracted to “she who must not be named”

Roy: What do they talk about!

Me: Oh, you know…

The following is a fictitious conversation between Peepee and she who must not be named

Peepee: Happy birthday!

She: Happy birthday to you, my dear

Peepee: Can you believe it? I am 19!

She: And I am 18!

Peepee: Wow… next year… I will be 20 and you will be 19!

She: I can’t believe it! It’s like a dream.

Peepee: And in 20 years, I will be 39.

She: And I shall be 38

Peepee: Yes… like a dream…

We then discussed the possibility that having the same birthday could lead to attraction.

Me: Unfortunately, I am not attracted to Roy.

Roy: I agree.

Me: Hey! Me and Roy have the same birthday as Sean Penn and Robert De Niro! And I’m not attracted to any of them!

Peepee: I have the same birthday as Chung-Li from Street Fighter!

Me: And are you attracted to her?

Later…

Me: “MMMM. We should get a pie every time we study together!” (Which is like every night)

Peepee: “We would get so fat! People would ask what happened to us!”

Me: *shrugs* “We’ve just been studying!”