Tomatomic

Moving into a new hall and a new life has given me many opportunities to meet some of the most interesting people I could possibly ever meet. One person that I’ve met, in particular, has one of the most unbelievable hobby and interest that man has ever witnessed.

Now the first time I met this guy, I thought he was just another regular guy, but after just a day, I learned that he has already become notorious in Bahia (my dorm) for his sexual innuendos and his paranoia over rape. One of the more popular stories about him deal with him just walking around on campus. While he was walking, two guys, in his way, parted and walked around him. All the while, he was thinking about and fearing being raped. It’s a little difficult to explain, but at the very least, I can assure you he is quite an amusing guy. Nonetheless, there is far more than meets the eye with this guy.

On my third day here at UCI, I discovered that this guy has one of the strangest hobby and interest that I’ve ever seen a guy have. It had all started out with a conversation I had with some people dealing with how concerned this guy was with break outs. Apparently, he had refused offers to go out and attend some of the night activities because he was afraid of breaking out. People had also teased him that he would probably refuse putting on war paint for another activity we had because it might cause him to break out.

Now this was all amusing at first, and it still gets way more amusing, but I was shocked when I found out how true the rumors were. This guy is absolutely obsessed with skin. Anything from skin to skin care products, he loves them all.

Now having the f*cked up skin that I have, I joked around about how I wanted to meet him and ask him for his help. When I did meet him, I did just that, but man was I shocked when he so enthusiastically offered his help. He didn’t hold back either. He didn’t stop at just some simple advice, he basically gave a mini skin care 101 lecture. Not only that, he even offered to examine the cleansing cream (Nivea Visage Silk Comfort Cleansing Cream) that I used. If that was extreme, take a look at this. The cleansing cream was purchased in China, so that means it was written in all Chinese. Being the obsessive, yet completely nice guy that he was, he tried to find a translation online. Though he was unable to find any information on the product at first, he was able to actually find out more about the product through some online research. Man and I just met the guy.

Now he told me that the product does three things: cleanse, exfoliates, and moisturises the skin. All terms that I knew because he had gone through a rather detailed lecture of what I needed to do to fix my skin. I am seriously at a loss of words at how nice he is. He admits it too, he absolutely loves everything about skin, but he’s goes far. Luckily, I’m not complaining. He even offers to let me use his St. Ives Swiss Formula Apricot Scrub Invigorating face wash.Though I haven’t used the product yet, I’ll be sure that is the first thing I do tomorrow morning.

Just another person to add to the list of interesting people at UCI.

While trying to adjust to my new life at college, I couldn’t help but notice peculiar phenomenon taking place right under my nose. Due to the hectic chaos that has ensued for the past two days, I have completely missed the fact that one of the hallmates in my hall is not actually a hallmate. Hidden under the guise of a typical asian student, a hobo lurks from suite to suite in search for shelter and a place to sleep.

I must say, this caught my attention quite quickly as I found myself interrogating the poor fellow as soon as I found out. Turns out that he never recieved any housing information and was unable to reserve one for the school year. What’s even more bizarre is that he is actually trying to pull it off. When asked how his parents reacted, he just said that all they did was scream at them in Korean.

Well there you have it. UCI has it’s very own hobo. Though this incident is far from over, and it can’t be sure whether it will end in success or tragedy, the hobo will definintely see some monetary gains if he can pull it off. I have heard some stories that he has the RA’s blessing.

One last peculiar fact about this hobo, that might interest some, is that he actually owns his own car. So does this mean he can sleep in there as long as he has a parking permit? Can UCI kick him out for doing so? Just a few interesting questions I had. Please feel free to answer any of these questions. Please also post you comments on whether you think it is acceptable to have a hobo in the dorms.

So it’s my second day at UCI, and things have been hella stressful. Moving my stuff, meeting new people, and just figuring everything out. Hard stuff. Here’s one bit of advice I know i can give to future college students: get to the dorm first by any means necessary. I wouldn’t have cared that much if it was, say, UCLA, but UCI has some of the worst top bunks ever. From matress to room light: 2 feet. From mattress to roof: 2 feet and 3 inches. I can’t even sit up on my bunk. This is retarded!

Well, despite some major shortcomings, I’m finding out how to become independent…and I f*cking hate it. Man, to be responsible for so many things is such a pain in the ass. I spent like 2 hours running around the fridging campus like a tard because I couldn’t figure out which was where. One major plus for UCI that I found out for myself is that people here can be hella nice as heck. I mean, maybe people are nice all over the place, but they are super helpful over here. Besides embarking on a 2 hour trek to find out how to get my oral test taken care of, I had to do little to nothing but talk and listen to people who are more than happy to help you.

Definitely, meeting new people is one of the hardest things to do, and I f*cking hate it too, but it has to be done. I’m gonna go do more of it now. Peace.

Okay, now I realize that the title of this post may not seem the most appropriate, but nonetheless, it is what it is; I have two f*cking white roommates. Okay, maybe the language I’m using is too strong, but I’m definitely nervous to say the least. Well, hopefully I’ll get to making an “about me” section sometime soon, but here’s a little info about me that might clear up any confusion; I’m f*cking Chinese. See the problem now? It’s two versus one. They’re gonna gang up on me and kick my ass whether it be literally or figuratively. Here’s a little more info about me: I come from a school with an Asian populations of about 50%. You know what that means? I never really had to make any white friends. I mean, I’m no fob, but I just realized that I don’t really have any close white friends. I mean, the closest white friend I have (and that’s not saying much) is not even full white.

Coincidentally enough, my sister was also faced with a two versus one situation.  She had two middle eastern roommates, and she had pretty much grieved in the same manner as I did. She said she got along with them though, but she doesn’t really keep in touch with them either.

Obviously, I’m still going to give it a shot. Who knows maybe they’ll turn out to be real nice. I’ve actually contacted them a couple of times on facebook, and they seem nice enough. Still, I can already tell college is going to be tough.

Oh yeah, and if my roommates are reading this someday, I’m sorry for anything offensive that I’ve said.

Yea, so if anyone has been through something like this before and have a story to tell or some tips, feel free to comment.

Maybe it’s just because it’s still fresher in my memory, but the trip back from China felt distinctly more unbearable. I seem to lack the ability to fall asleep on a plane despite all my endeavors to do so. Nonetheless, the trip remains pretty lackluster in excitement. The real story begins after landing in LAX.

Now you have to understand that I’ve been in China for a little over a month which means all I’ve pretty much seen have been Asian people. Now stepping off a plane full of Asians, the first sight I’m greeted with upon my arrival in California are three overweight Americans; two black and one Mexican. Now there’s three things you don’t see every day in China: fat, black, Mexican.

Not exactly sure if this is post worthy, but the whole event really took me by surprise.

LAX sure looks shitty compared to the airports in China. Still good to be back.