Revealing the blog...

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I am just a randomized spectrum of life. I created this blog to express what I have recently seen and heard, defining it into my own words. I named this blog with the word Saiko, a Japanese slang for expressing "the best!" or "the coolest!." It is by no means a way for me to indirectly say what I see I consider to be crazy or psychotic. Just had to put that on the table. In short, I am going to post cool events and tell you what I think about it.
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Monday, September 7, 2009

Back in the day...


Sometimes, we all want to travel back in time to another decade. A time when people were well-dressed and movies were as simple as black and white (literally). A romanticized ambience is what some may want to look for. There was an opportunity for such a situation to become real and I took that chance.

Fake Prom 2009, a film noir themed costume party. It was a time of dance and music not necessarily from the 50’s, but was still entertaining to the ear drums. Rain was pouring mercilessly outside, but inside, there was a dance of strangers continued to expel energy from the dance floor. Nothing really stopped people to come to such an event

I and my two friends were able to bring our Japanese friends. It was a fun and exciting time to introduce them to a Canadian costume party. They highly enjoyed the night which was a nice reply to hear.
Sadly, in the beginning of the night, I was dreadfully tired due to meticulous typing earlier from my work. Yet, I was so excited; I tried my best to brush off the feelings of weariness and went straight forth home to create my costume for the night.

In the end, it was a wonderful night. Friends partied with me by dancing and drinking. Didn’t really make friends that night, but that’s not a matter to dwell on. The bed was the only friend I was yearning for.

Through the drenching weather, I finally made it hope with the help of a 24 hour bus system. 4 am, tired, knocked-out. That is how Fake Prom ended.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Upset Story Teller Who Makes My Teeth Shimmer

The Rain of complaints stirs temptation to hastily grab a hidden key in my pockets which is used to lock my ears from the consisttent jabber. This is how I usually feel. Though, when complaints are expressed in a humorous fashion, my ears widely open to the rising pitch of the outragous description of a particularly stressful situation. I cannot help but to laugh, giggle or make an extreme facial expression distantly on the other side of the phone. Stated negative comments about life envisioned with jumble of a well played vocabulary is entertaining (But ofcourse, only for matters that aren't too extreme). Thank you for always cheering me up at your worst of times.

My tip of the day for my story teller friend:
"Keep your chin up... Oh... Nevermind... Oh wait, you do have a chin. Yeah, try to keep it up."