Welcome to my world.

I'm SomeGuy, 29 years old, residing in Vancouver, BC, Canada. I've studied English Literature, Chinese Martial Arts, and am currently pursuing careers in writing - possibly even in the anime industry itself.

And I work for this site.

And you should be watching Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad.
Or watching Ranma 1/2.
Or learning about the Shinsengumi.
Or planning to visit Vancouver, The Best Place On Earth (actual marketing motto).

Here at the "Smallville" page, I have my personal blog where I'll post about anything and everything. If ya need me or otherwise need to know anything from/about me, here's where I'll be.

If you're really looking for my more professional, site-type stuff, you wanna head over my "Metropolis" world.

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About . . . 17 hours to go?

Goin' okay. A little tricky. Running a bit behind schedule.

Also, drama.

Aiyaa.

Bloodshots Canada . . . 8 hours down, 40 to go . . .

Remember that film race last month?

We're doing another one. Horror themed. It's called Bloodshots.

Our Sub-genre: "Scary Clown".
Our Mandatory Prop: white cat.
Our Mandatory Weapon: fork.
Our Mandatory Line of Dialogue: "I think I saw something in the mirror..."

We have until 7pm on Sunday to finish. And this time we have a boom mic.

Wish us luck!

(Time remaining at the time of this post: 39 hours, 30 minutes)

Always On The Outside . . .

You know what's a funny thought?

Back in kindergarten, back in 1988/89, back when I was five years old. I was in a kindergarten class as one of two-point-five Chinese kids. I was different.

Skip ahead to university. I'm definitely no longer the only Chinese kid, and in fact to not be Chinese would be the minority, practically. But that didn't matter anymore; most of my friends who also went to UBC as I did were in sciences, whereas I was studying liberal arts. I was different.

Skip ahead to today, which kinda overlaps with my university years. Through no intentional whatevers, it turns out most of the local people with similar interests as I do are Chinese or Taiwanese. Lots of them speak Mandarin or speak Cantonese far better than I do. They listen to Cantonese and Taiwanese pop. At work I have the luxury of being at a store where at least a third of the customers will begin their questions with "do you speak Chinese?" Sometimes I can answer that question.

I'm still different.

This is possibly a situation I never expected to one day come up with. Grew up different for being one of the few Chinese kids around. Once I became an adult, I was now different for not being as Chinese as the people around me.

Seriously. This is messed up. And, apparently this is on my mind a lot more than I thought before. It's like, a weird, mild little inside-out discrimination that they never prepare you for. It's like being someone with mixed ethnicity without actually having mixed ethnicity.

Funny how that works out, eh?

Also, Chinese people are dicks. Just gonna put it out there.

One day, I'll see you walkin'...

Follow-up to last week's Castle, now that I have firmly established that I am romantically invested in that final scene.

And oh hey look, it's up on YouTube for us to all gush upon until ABC has it pulled!

And even if, by chance, ABC has the video pulled, we still have the beautiful and brutally cute song "You Know It's True" by Jules Larson!

Y'know, these past few weeks, it occurs to me I need to fix that personal soundtrack of mine . . . need to switch out some songs now, I think . . .

"Don't worry, Castle, I'd get you out..."

That was a ridiculously cute ending to Castle tonight. My goodness, how I love this show.

To break someone out of jail, that is true love. This is what I've learned tonight.