A night at the Eng residence o’ fun is pretty ridiculous. There are 4.5 of us. Every day is a new adventure. A thrill ride really. For tonight, here are the characters/people/the fam jam.
Dalai Lama? Dad?
Dalai Lama’s Twin.
My dad’s a senior-ish. He turned 60 this year. A trait that has been passed down is his face. My grandfather had the face, my dad has the face, and now I possess this face. It’s no ordinary face. It’s the dalai lama’s face… but puffier. I unfortunately have the same puff-ball face features I had as a child and looking at my dad, looks like they are here to stay.
My dad has just started to bald. To protect his noggin, he wears a beanie cap during the fall, winter and spring seasons. Yes, that would be three entire seasons. It’s hideous. If you see his green Toyota Corolla (yep) driving in the middle of the road, that’s him. Say hi.
Momma.
Next, is the 80lb karaoke lover, my mom. She believes that she was born to perform. She sings alongside the television and radio. If you’ve ever heard Cantonese opera, you’d know it is high-pitched. I mean, HIGH-pitched. Windows shatter. She’s learning how to shake her booty. We once bought a hip-hop dance VHS (that’s how old it is). She still practices. One day, she’ll be the next Chinese-Canadian idol? She likes to wear my old clothes but will splurge on a designer purse or expensive something that she’ll wear once. She has a thing for massage furniture. We have two chairs AND a bed. It’s weird.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Techie.
My brother is a techie. He built his own computer and proceeded to build me one. He has refurbished a least a dozen computers. All of which he has wanted to keep. We have a computer lab in the spare bedroom. It’s weird. My brother takes on hobbies pretty heavily. He bought a pool table when he wanted to become a pool shark. He built a gym in our basement after getting his black belt in Tae Kwon Do (all the boys do it, my dad is a quadruple kick-yo-ass). He works out for 3hrs a day and has abs. It’s also weird. He also has a knack for derogatory terms.
The Token Asian.
Not so token in a whole family full of them, but usually, I am the only asian in a group of people. Yes, Chinatown freaks me out. Too. many. asians. must. stand. out. (something about the power of conformity). I’m the youngest. I’m the only one to have gone to post-secondary education and beyond. I am the rebel. I drink alcohol, I have a tattoo, I moved away from home at 18, I refused to be a doctor. The list goes on and it’s always “aiii-yahhh” (watch this to get a jist). I act as a constant reminder of what happens when you have kids: screaming, laughing, money wasting. I studied Women’s Studies and Psychology. Big into diversity. My “speciality” (is that what I’d call it?) is LGBTQ equality and education. I believe in equal rights and freedoms. Freedom to drink, tattoo, move out etc.
Common is a dog.
LOLCAT
This LOLCAT can has cheezburger. Last is the 0.5 of the group. Common. He’s the cat. I got him as a gift to myself for convocation. He’s my first real pet (the stupid goldfish and the many dead TMNTs don’t count) and he’s awesome. He’s not the average cat, he’s more like a dog. He hates being alone but loves banging on the door when someone’s in the bathroom. He once ate a rubber band. He knows his name and few commands such as “bug” if shrieked. He is the third child I’m sure my parents always wanted and if they didn’t, well someone’s got to clean his poop.
Up next: Eng residence pt2 – the shenanigans begin.
G.L.A.M.O…..
You know the words.
This morning, on my usual drive to Humber, I popped in an old CD. I made a series of CDs two years ago for Orientation Week. Being at the all-girls college didn’t necessarily lead to the best impressions so the blaring music from our lil’ hill was a good way to omit cool down to main campus. Well, at the very least, to give us the chance to dance. Fergie’s glamourous was on the CD and it came on this morning. What a great way to start a 9:30am drive.
It reminded me of the amazing times I’ve had at UWO’s notorious O-Week. Sleepless nights, hungry bellies and cheering. Doesn’t sound like the best fun but it was. For anyone that has been apart of it, they’ll understand. Some teams get disgruntled, some become political machines, but for me, it was about trying something new. I was never the type to be involved in these sorts of things. Heck, I hated my own O-Week. I nearly peed at my interview. I still remember shaking as I presented my uber dorky “creative piece.” It wasn’t creative. It sucked. Regardless, I made the team and it changed my life.
Many people say that O-Week changed their lives but more people say that it’s overrated and that sophs are insane. Yes, sophs are but that’s the joy in it. Through O-Week, I found my best friends and more importantly, I found myself. It’s corny. It really is but it’s true. The experience and the friendships opened my eyes to the most important things in my life.
This post isn’t the best read, but it’s an online thanks to the people that mean the world to me. You know who you are.
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