I believe that we as a society are only as good as how we treat our worst off. My heart breaks when I see somebody homeless. Everybody talks about whatever addictions plague their lives and that they put themselves there. It’s all circumstantial and the world downright sucks sometimes to say the least.
But no matter the narrative or tale, there is a soul there on the streets worried about food, warmth, their security and the simple thought of surviving to the uncertain tomorrow. How can your heart possibly not break?
For professional reasons, the partner and I want to stop swearing. It’s inarticulate and doing so is just lazy and a detriment to ourselves. To combat this, we’ve opened a digital swear jar. It has been less than a week but there is more money in this swear jar now than there is in my high-yield, home deposit savings account. I’m not even joking. Continue reading ‘The fucking swear jar’
On Valentine’s Day the partner and I invented what will be our undoing – strip smash. It is Super Smash Bros on the Nintendo Wii with random characters and two stock (two lives) where the loser has to take off an article of clothing at the winner’s discretion until one of you loses enough rounds to be completely naked. We’re pretty serious when it comes to gaming and somehow having the victor be even more smug makes losing all the more worse.
We don’t even care about the nudity anymore, we play to kill. Valentine’s Day 2014 marks the most intense Super Smash Bros sessions we’ve ever experienced. Continue reading ‘2014 Valentine’s Day’
My partner and I share Smash Bros as our go to game. We play the balanced Project M really seriously and competitively with each other. We can smash for hours on end and the matches are always really close because we’re so evenly matched. At the slightest opportunity, I will grab and throw him, and if my timing is the tiniest bit off, he doesn’t miss a heart beat to chain and wail on me. It’s like a poker match between two people who really know each other’s ins and outs, no matter the character. We get so into it. Continue reading ‘Replacing the Wii disc drive with a hard drive’
I think spineless, gold-jacket wearing realtors are some of the most bottom-dwelling but quintessential Chinese things in existence. They epitomise all that old-fashioned, hands clasped together greed and materialism that seems to pervert modern Asian culture.
I remember the scene where one egged my elderly grandmother on so much at an auction that my parents had to basically physically wall her off. There is no honour in this class of person and the Shanghai proverb of ‘money rules’ is so sadly true. So what better way to spend a bit of Chinese New Year than to embed ourselves in this? An experience is an experience! Continue reading ‘2014 Chinese New Year Interlude – Apartment Hunting’