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Sunday, January 17, 2010at

My Dad

My father - the germaphobe (can't be bothered to figure out acutal term), and the affection-hater.

He is a strange man, in my opinion. Likes to plastic wrap his remotes, wash his feet after stepping into the house, put up towels as car seat covers in the car... I don't know whether it is because he is Asian - which I'm sure doesn't help - or that he doesn't like germs.

How do I know he doesn't like germs? Well, he gets all squirmish (like "eww D8" squirmish) when you try and hug him or give him a kiss on the cheek. And sometimes, because of that, it's hard to find the more subtle, discreet signs of affection my old man gives. He also doesn't like raw fish in fear that worms might grow inside, or herring roe for fish babies might grow inside as well (haha), and likes washing his hands after touching something semi-dirty, like a cat. Also, he likes his refrigerated food warmed up very hot, "or it might have germs and you'll get sick and don't come to me!"

How I can tell my old man loves me:
- would rather give me a ride than bussing
- makes sure that I eat fruits
- one time inquired about if one of my friends was still mad at me (proving my father listened)
- takes care when he makes my sandwich for lunch (like, spreading out the mayo) and making sure I have a warm enough meal (wait that's just being a germaphobe)
- gives me money for food from time to time

It's a good reminder.

Sorry about the long hiatus.

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Sunday, November 22, 2009at

Pop Songs pt 1

Since finals are coming up - I don't have much time to write something terribly detailed.

First of all, music these days seems to be going downhill.
Justin Beiber... Justin WHO?

This kid sounds like a girl! Wait, it might be because he is a pre-adolescent 15 year old...
That's barely high school, man, barely high school.

Besides the fact that his lyrics are better than most crap pop/r&b songs, but I mean that in a bad way. He might be too young to be singing about "dem bitches and ho's" but he's already got the material and good-looking-or-nothing down.

sample of said lyrics
There's gonna be one less lonely girl
One less lonely girl
There's gonna be one less lonely girl
How many I told you's
And start overs and shoulders
Have you cried on before
How many promises be honest girl
How many tears you let hit the floor
How many bags you packed
Just to take 'em back, tell me that
How many either or's
But no more,
If you let me inside of your world
There'd be one less lonely girl
(Chorus)
Oh no
I saw so many pretty faces
Before I saw you, you
Now all I see is you
Oh no
Don't need these other pretty faces
'Cause when your mine in the world
There's gonna be one less lonely girl
One less lonely girl
One less lonely girl
One less lonely girl...


What, pretty faces? She has to be pretty for you to even notice? How does anybody in general know anything about people leaving their sig others at the age of 15!!?

In my opinion, it's just another song about seeing a 'pretty' girl, not knowing anything about her, "hey baby you should leave your asshole of a man if it wasn't obvious before", oh I'll love you forever (even though I'm 15), etc...

Beiber, for the love of all that is good and pure in the land of pop, please don't succumb to stereotypical crap pop music.


*END RANT*

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Thursday, November 5, 2009at

Regina Spektor Concert

So on Monday, the 2nd, I went to the Regina Spektor concert..... IT WAS AMAZING!!! My dream finally came true, I was able to see her live! =DDDDDD<33333 I had front row seat tickets, center left, and at one point, because her electronic piano was in the center left area, she was pretty much right in front of me. Brian was being great by buying the tickets, but now I need to find him something AWESOME for Christmas, cause that was my present. ): Poopie, how am I going to match a live, front row seat show to my favourite musician? It just sounds so impossible.

Her list was awesome, but I noticed that she didn't sing three of her songs. These songs were the ones that were on the touring CD, so I was a little bit confused. What I think happened is that she didn't want to sing them, because she was bored of them. Instead, she sings songs that she wants to sing. I think that's really cool.

Anyway, this was the play list:

  1. The Calculation
  2. Eet
  3. Folding Chair
  4. Ode to Divorce
  5. (A new song that I didn't know! O0O I was most excited and I very much enjoyed it.) It's some song about time, but I can't find it. ): It's not Time is All Around though.
  6. Machine
  7. Laughing With
  8. Two Birds
  9. Human of the Year
  10. On the Radio
  11. Us
  12. Dance Anthem of the 80s
  13. Bobbin' for Apples
  14. That Time
  15. Silly Eye-Colour Generalizations
  16. One More Time with Feeling
  17. Fidelity
  18. Love, You're a Whore
  19. Samson
  20. Man of a Thousand Faces
  21. Poor Little Rich Boy
  22. Hotel Song
  23. Apres Moi

A nice song selection, and long too. I had hoped that she would sing the entire CD. She missed out on Blue Lips, Genius Next Door and Wallet. I also wanted her to sing Loveology, The Virgin Queen and Begin to Hope. (There was a much longer list previously, but I thought I'd not go overboard.)

All in all, I have always enjoyed listening to Regina Spektor more when she was singing live than when she's recorded. I will remember this night for a very, very long time.

Thanks Brian!

"Don't make frowns, you silly clown..." ~Regina Spektor, Folding Chair
~Mushu


Sunday, November 1, 2009at

TRIPLE update.

I am currently starting nap rehab for two weeks. According to my dear, Michaela, it takes:
Five days to create a habit and two weeks to break it.
and then I failed yesterday - up for 22 hours and then I crashed today (woke up at 1ish). And then I ate and fell back asleep for another couple hours. o_o.

And then I realized, that I don't think sleeping in really does much (unless its for more than a couple hours). So I'm going to have to remember that to prevent sleeping in. If you're tired - you're going to be tired regardless of how much extra time you spend sleeping in.

Unfortunately brain no think when awake. Durrrrrr... (It's true. I'll have phone conversations with people. Able to hold one? Yes. Able to remember what I said? Noooo way).

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In other news,
more reasons as to why, Jon's parents love me a-little-too-much:
- His mother invites me over to dinner. To make up for last week? Perhaps.
- I go "Ew" when Jon lets out a burp. His mother inquiries, I giggle and say Jon burped. In which he gets a light scolding and a punishing tap on the shoulder.
- His father asks me if I can speak mandarin. I answer "Only a little bit-" "still, that's good. See, Jon, you should learn mandarin."

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In other news,
I have exchanged my laptop for another HP, with no tablet though. I am liking it greatly. More updates later,
time to obey sleep rehab now, folks.


And I just realized I have spent all day inside :I

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Sunday, October 25, 2009at

Ah man. It is such a pain trying to find a:
- decently priced
- decent processor
- decent ram
- decent hard drive
- decent size

IN AN ALL IN ONE PACKAGE.... Gar. So I might have to returned my beloved laptop. I already named him too!



Emilio Jim-Bob Junior.

:( He doesn't know yet.

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In other terribly interesting news, I have another list for y'all. (I'm just full of them, aren't I?). Anywhoot, back story is that I have a best guy friend named Jon, and due to scheduling availability and a need for wise 2nd year university advice,... and nobody else available during summer, we've been hanging out a lot since he returned from his summer vacation.

Anyways, the actual fact is, that....I think his parents kind of love me...
By kind of, I mean do.

Reasons why:
  1. The one time I didn't come over to his house on a Friday, due to trying to avoid having dinner with his parents so that it wouldn't be awkward, his parents get mad. His parents ask "How come Allison didn't come over?", with smart Jon replying "because I told here there was no food left." Thus, starting the angry parents going off lol. I cried laughing when I heard this.
  2. His mom's brother is expecting a baby and was discussing names one time.
    Mom: "I like Ema... but what about Allison?"
    Dad: "Ema sounds stupid. I like Allison better."
    Oh dear...
  3. Apparently, one time, Jon's mom asked him, "Does Allison have a passport?" when planning a trip to the states.
  4. His dad sometimes stares and smiles in this weird way as if he knows something.
    - which I bet is the wrong thing that he knows of.

I think there was more, but I'll be sure to reupdate it when I do. Opinions?
And no... we are not going out.

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Friday, October 23, 2009at

Heh.

...heh. ;]












They just keep getting geekier every time... =D


Urkel out!
~Mushu

Wednesday, October 21, 2009at

I don't know about you but having a tablet is pretty bad ass.
How bad ass?

picture from my tablet!

more later, kiddies

Sunday, October 18, 2009at

I'm....back?

Hey there...

Oh man, this is like meeting up with a friend that you've neglected for way too long. It's awkward, embarassing and enormously tragic.
I guess I'll just get right into it...

Let's see...what have I been up to since my crazy hiatus?

Well, I went and studied for a while in Wales, which is what prevented me from writing in this blog. After I came back, I simply kept up the disgusting habit of not updating. How horrible is that? Really, very, that is.

At this point I look to my friend and say, I'll do better next time, I promise.

So I discovered today that if you put your computer setting to classic view, (as in all the toolbars and screens are the ugly grey and blue boxes of boxiness,) then your computer uses less memory which should make it faster and allow you to store more things.
Another change that can be made are on Vista computers. You know that sidebar thing that has all those nifty gadgets of post-it note paper and panda vision? Well if you disable it, boom! More memory and speed for you! I stopped using the sidebar a long time ago and the start-up loading time did become faster! That was pretty exciting.

This was fun, I need to do this more often. I was planning on writing about the advantages of squatting but I think it's late now and I should go to sleep. I'll definitely write about it next time though. =P

Look forward to it!
Don't talk smack, 'cause she's back,
~Mushu

Saturday, October 17, 2009at

back from hiatus

To the loving (one) follower(s) we have,

sorry for the lack of updates. I'm going to try and update at least once a week! That is my goal.


Anywhoot:

reasons why I will be a cooler/less-lame parent ten million years from now:
- I will let my kids go to sleepovers, regardless of the gender of who is hosting
- I will teach my kids how to drive more
- I will not be cheap, luls
- When I disagree with something, I'll have a reason.

*this is assuming that my kids are going to be responsible, have decent friends, and are pretty cool themselves.

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Sunday, September 20, 2009at

rantingbox

You know there's something wrong when you no longer feel excited for friday nights and saturday afternoons. When there's more anticipation waiting for your webcomics to update rather than hearing from friends because you know which one is more reliable. When you can't remember the last inside joke you had with a large group of friends you felt so comfortable with.

Boooooo...

When you're refusing to let go of memories from a year and a half ago because what's left after that?

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