I’ve been aware of the lack of friendliness New Yorkers supposedly have, but yesterday really took the cake for me.

As a person who has grown up in New York, I’m used to walking into a store without greetings from the sales people, not being followed by sales reps asking if I need anything, walking into the restrooms of malls and seeing some little kid spraying the water everywhere and wasting the paper towels just for fun, having pens and anything removable fastened or nailed into the counters so that they’re not stolen or thrown across the room… This is the world I lived in. As I traveled out of country to my birthplace - Hong Kong, I always noted the difference in their society. Children are better behaved, scissors, pens, etc are left in their holders for other customers to use without chains attached, gum is not being stuck underneath railings, sales people greet you, follow you around and practically suggest you try this and that to match your style… (That freaked me out when I was in Hong Kong BTW. I felt bad leaving a store and not buying anything or not even tipping them. 0__o) I must say I am used to being left alone to browse stores with plenty of free space. Asking a disgruntle sales rep in New York to find you something requires two shouts for another person who actually knows something about that section to help you.

Anyway, it struck me yesterday that America wasn’t all like this. I was with my parents on a shopping spree in Pennsylvania Outlets and realized that their sinks weren’t saturated with water, their flowers and vases were still present in the restrooms of their malls and heck, parents actually told their children to behave in public… I had traveled to Pennsylvania and many other states South and West before , but it hit me only yesterday that service and people in places outside New York were all drastically different. My father kept insisting that the waitress to our dinner at Olive Garden in Pennsylvania was being really nice to receive a big tip at first. Then one of his friends (the shopping spree was between my parents, a few of my dad’s friends who knew directions, and I) said that they were ALWAYS like that… Makes the service in New York rather irrelevant. Now don’t get me wrong, I have friends who were waiters and waitresses and I’ve been in sales before - we ARE trained to do our best, but for some reason… We just don’t pull it off or we just get really pissed, really easily… It’s not even like the Olive Garden I went to in Pennsylvania was less busy than any restaurant I eat in New York. Their waiters had the same amount of running around for customers and their needs. *shrugs*

The waitress we had received 20% for her awesome service. (By our crappy New Yorker standards.) By the sound of her “WOW!” I’m assuming 20% isn’t what she’s normally tipped - much less by a bunch of Asian customers. XD

New York - too many people that are brought together for the purpose of their business and ignoring the social issues? People forgetting to teach their kids to open and hold doors for the elderly? (You have no idea how many times I get onto a bus in New York and see teenagers sitting idly in their seats while a senior citizen dangles from the bars, trying desperately to hold on as the bus moves… I feel like smacking those children…)

Oh, but the amount of light pollution, condensed amount of cars on the highway, car horns going off constantly - it was good to be home at 1 AM after the shopping spree… Home Sweet Home…

Mehehe. And if you’re wondering what I bought… Or what my parents bought for me (early college graduation present they said):

A dress pant and suit/jacket to match for the purpose of future interviews and job, some clothes, some pants, a sneaker, two sandals and a GUESS watch that’s a bit more feminine than my black-banded chunky rocker one… My parents spoil me. No doubt.

May 27th, 2008Freakin Ninjas…



After setting out for my road trip adventure at 8 AM on May 23rd, 2008, I’ve come to return at around 12 AM on May 27th. What happened in between? Well stuff you saw in that video above… The usual…

Actually, my family and a few of my aunts and uncles (and two cousins) spent the long weekend in Canada. The drive up there was fun, as I like to stare out the window for hitchhikers (none to be found actually…), change in scenery, fields of crops, and of course, mashed up road kill larger than the size of small dogs. We go up to Canada from New York almost every other year to eat, shop, and visit relatives and/or friends who happen to live in the area. Why make a 10 hour drive (the two year old needed frequent bathroom breaks) north just to shop and eat? Well first off, the Chinese food is better there. And it’s “cheaper.” The last word was in quotes because now that the US dollar has fallen below the Canadian dollar, it is no longer applicable. SAD SAD WORLD MAN… It was both funny and a sad revelation in the change of times… The Duty Free shop at the border also no longer does that Canada Tax Refund thing, where American tourists used to get the taxes they paid in Canada back. My uncle announced that it was no longer worth it to go up there… XD That cracked me up.

So living in New York has accustomed me to so many things that are foreign in Toronto Canada. For example, the place STILL does not have a coffee shop or anything open until around 11 AM. And heck, the sign on the door is just a suggested time, as many shops opened at 1 PM for some reason… As a New Yorker, this was both funny and annoying as I paced back and forth for two hours for a single anime shop to open… This happened the first time I was there, and happens EVERY TIME I’m there in Toronto… The malls I visited (Pacific Mall and any mall inhabited by mostly Asians) were almost always empty for the most part. I’m used to malls being so damn packed that you have to fight the woman next to you to even look at the sale sign. In Toronto, I heard a pin drop at 12 PM on a weekend… I had to entertain my two year old cousin in front of an unopened clock shop for a good half hour. (The kid has a fascination with clocks for some odd reason.) Good thing there was bubble tea. Oh and Andy…

Andy, my graphic mentor, long time online friend, site’s service host, and site affiliate had met up with me after weeks of planning and anticipation. I’d been talking to the guy for over 2 years now and my mom was quite interested to see what kind of person this “Andy” was. She’d first heard about him when I told her he would send me a graphic tablet thing. Her first reaction was that internet friends were stalkers that aim to lure children out of their houses and do evil things to. So my parents wanted to meet this kid… And they did…

On the second day I was in Toronto, we met in the Pacific Mall at almost exactly 11 AM (quite punctual when it isn’t school huh Andy?) and the first thing my 17 year old brother did was hit on him. For the next 9 hour or so that my family had abducted Andy (to serve as tour guide and subject of mind games) my brother basically pretended to be gay and have an interest in him. My other brother, 20 years of age, pretty much kept doing that stupid Asian heart thing you do with two hands. Andy was super shy and quiet and had no idea where he was and was a CRAPPY tour guide. We dragged him to every Asian Shopping Mall within 100 miles just to check out for 15 minutes each, and he just followed, indecisive about everything. I felt so bad for him, but at the same time, enjoyed watching him SQUIRM… XD

I’m so mean to him… But he knows it’s only because I CARE… And we did have some quality time alone, chatting about anime like obsessive anime nerds and I had bought him an early birthday present, using US Dollars (what a bitch that was - take credit cards people!), and he came with us to eat lunch/snacks and dinner. Then dropped him off at his house as my youngest brother waved a tearful goodbye…

Andy, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry. LMAO. <3

So yeah, not going to Canada until the US dollar raises in its worth I guess… Maybe that might happen within the next presidency… *rolls eyes*

So I received the grades to my Advertising Project today… The one I had spent a dragged out 5-9 hours working on over a month’s time. (Procrastination FTW!)

Class Evaluation : 7.9/8.0

Professor’s Evaluation : 11.9/12.0

Total : 19.8/20.0 = 99 = A++ = Highest Score In Class

As I expected… I mean I was the most experienced person in the class when it came to graphics… Photoshop… Oh and yeah, my campaign kicked ass… Too bad I won’t let you hear my patented idea (I’m kidding) or my 60-second Radio Spot or 30-second TV Commercial… But you can see the pretty storyboard to the TV Commercial and my Print Ad. (All done within 5-7 hours while surfing the web, tending my site, eating and/or watching TV.)

COMMERCIAL STORYBOARD

PRINT AD

So basically I was advertising my own line of Sparkling Soda with a sexy club feel and/or sex on the Beach/Arctic Tundra . Because in advertising, SEX WINS…


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