60 million Wongs make a right

As I walked into work today, my coworker Chris said "Congratulations man!" before I even broke my stride. I gave him a puzzled look.
"Uhhh...thanks. Congratulations on what?"
"Your coat of arms, man! Your crest!"
"...Huh?"
He kept mum, all the while sporting a goofy grin. As there was a customer in the store, he couldn't show me right away. As soon as the customer left, we ran to the computer.
Then he showed me this article. But if you're too lazy to read, here:

This here is the family crest for all Wongs in Canada. I think it's awesome that we get a crest, although if you ask me what I think of the crest itself...I'm really not digging it. My biggest point of contention with it is the damn panda bear, for reasons you can probably imagine.
What blows my mind is that there's even a Wong Association of Ontario and a Wong's National Convention of Ontario. What goes on at these conventions? Do people stand around with drinks in their hands, pat each other on the back and talk about how great it is to be a Wong? Because if so, I've been missing out.

Wing wang wong.

That is all.

The Big Take Over

I got to see the condo for the first time today. Due to a bit of luck (caused by really shitty circumstances), Lenny had a rental van and what was supposed to be moving in a few things became moving in the majority of big stuff that I have for my place.
I haven't done a photo post in a while, so I thought it'd be a good idea to bring my camera (with the broken LCD screen) to document the day.

This was 8:30 in the morning. I'm not used to being up and outside at this hour. Lenny seemed to have no problem with it though.

The deceivingly large van.

Pops had to ride in the back the whole time. I felt really bad for him.

The ride down consisted of a lot of bumpin' to Rihanna and Drake. Drake must have been on the radio like 6 times to and from the place.

Managed to cram all my shit into the freight elevator with no problems.

...and then my camera crapped out on me. Honest. So there aren't any pics of my place. That's what happens when you use a camera that's been destroyed. This is the part where you probably stop caring about this entry.
Anyway, I dig the place. It's more or less as sweet as I thought it would be. I still have a lot of work I need to put into it, so I don't plan on staying there overnight any time soon.

I wanna thank Len a ton, because not only did he help move my shit, he even stayed to help me put together my furniture (which was surprisingly fun/funny). All I did to show my gratitude was pay for his pho.
Thanks to Serge a lot as well, for helping me move additional stuff later on in the evening.
I'm tired as hell. Good night.

Memorable Quotes:
"Your place is gonna look all Hong Kong"
-Sergio's cynical prediction on how my place will be furnished, despite never having seen the unit or the furniture I have. So really, he just wanted to remind me that I'm Chinese.

Making it official

I'm pretty certain everyone knows by now but I figured I'd officially announce it (on a blog that no one visits anymore). I'm moving out. I'll be transplanting myself downtown. Officially, I'll have possession of the unit on August 1, but I probably won't move in until August 12. I originally wasn't expecting to move out until September or so, but the date kept getting bumped up. By the time it was finalized, my work schedule had been set in stone, so I gotta work around it.
Frankly, I'm not nearly as excited as I should be. I'm mainly just filled with anxieties, because it feels like I'm diving into the world of "being an adult" headfirst. I'm sure everyone else at my age has a grip on their lives, but I'm a few years behind as far as maturity and life experience goes. And that's even before I get into things like worrying about my budgeting, because that's a whole other world of pain.
Anyway, I'll probably have a small housewarming party once I'm settled in, but for now, I've got too much on my plate to worry about anything else.

What is this I don't even

I got an invite to join Google+ today. While I was messing around with it, I discovered in the photo albums that Google had taken the liberty of automatically gathering all the info associated with my account. That means all the photos from any blogs associated with my Google account automatically showed up.
There were a bunch of Mac photobooth pics that I don't remember at all. And these were kept on a blog that I don't remember keeping. The name of the blog rings a bell, but it doesn't exist anymore and if you asked me what I wrote about in that blog or when I had it, I wouldn't be able to tell you.

These were taken on the same night as the drunken podcast that Sergio, Matt and I did. You know, the one where Sergio pissed in a wine bottle then tried to convince us to hold it to feel how warm it was.

They're back

My family's been gone on a roadtrip for the past two weeks and finally came back today. I've become comfortable enough to the point where I didn't even bother lying about having people over for a barbecue, which is saying a lot because if you think I'm uptight about the house, think of me as Uptight Lite compared to them. Still, I'm not so comfortable that I'd tell them I'd been hot-boxing the bathroom for over a week. Thank God the smell's gone.

One of the many things they brought back for me was a sticker. It reads 'The Ass Family' and has a drawing of a stick-figure family...

It's uncanny; the older brother is Lazy Ass. It's almost like they made that sticker for me.

BBQ

The checklist:

-people showed up. Check. More people showed up than I expected, so I get bonus points on that.
-risk life and limb to bring down patio chairs from the little storage space in my garage. Check.
-homemade burgers, courtesy of Mark. Check.
-awesome mustard for wieners and burgers. Check.
-flowers from Owen? Sure. Check.
-annoying my neighbors with my music. Check.
-one obligatory Sapporo for Serge. Check.
-broken BBQ grill, to double the amount of time it would take to cook everything. Check.
-roasted corn. Fuck yeah. Check!
-watermelon. Double fuck yeah. Check.
-sacrificial altar to cut the watermelon. Check.
-makeshift ashtray for the smokers. Check.
-enough cigarettes for myself. Nope.
-enough alcohol for everyone. Check.
-fancy-pants ice cream. Check.
-used up nearly every plate in my house. Check.
-no parents. Check.

Yes, I'd say the BBQ was a success. Thanks to everyone that showed up!