Cal Soccer

Today I went to see the Cal Men's Soccer team play Washington. OK, it's kind of sad to see such an awesome stadium so empty but in a way it's awesome that soccer isn't that popular here, since the games are all free entry for UC students. The quality is pretty good too, I mean it is at a college level.

I think it wouldn't be a bad idea trying to get a scholarship for being on the team, getting free education at a top school and paying by simply playing you're favourite sport.

More info on intramural college soccer soon!

On an unrelated note, when I was out clubbing in SF we stopped by a Macca's. Look at it! Damn classy.

The Cool Wall (Part 3)

Ahh yes, the one you've all been waiting for - the penis wall:


Still, I haven't seen anything that compares to Phil's handiwork. Not even one little vein? T-Phail would be disgusted.

The 'Sex Monster'

plenty to choose from...

About two week's ago a few of the Korean girls hosted a legit Korean BBQ night at the I-house. There's a kitchen here which the residents can use and they cooked up a pretty good meal. So I'm sitting down, about to chow down on my second serving of Bul-gol-gi when the guy next to me interrupts me to introduce himself - his name is Tom.


And this is my first (and so far only) encounter with the 'Sex Monster'. Later on that night a few of the girls ask me if I thought there was anything strange about Tom. Yes I did, he was fucking awkward, and kept staring past me when I was talking to him.

Only later do I find out what he truly is, and today at lunch the stories were confirmed. This guy is an elite sexual predator. His prey? Korean girls, of course. His MO? Standard format is as follows:

1. Go to an event that is bound to have Korean girls in attendance. (Dinner was a good choice Tom).
2. Strike up a conversation with a target and bring up his singing 'talent'.
3. If possible, persuade target to go up to his room so he can exhibit his music collection.
3a. If not possible, lend target a CD, so that she must return to his room eventually.
4. Sing to her for 2 hours.
5. Proposition.

I have a Korean girl living in the room on my left and two living in the room to my right. Current alert status is set to 'orange'.

Attention wannabe Bella Swan's...

Yes, I'm looking at you Hui (actually I am you're on my wall :) *awww*)

Do you like pale-skinned guys who can stop an out-of-control car with their bare hands and climb up trees as if gravity didn't exist all whilst keeping their mascara from running?

Well then, to be honest, you're not that special. You're just one of the other million girls who read Twilight, saw the movie and well, got obsessed. However if you're one of the lucky ones who have a huge giant poster/cutout of Edward Cullen in you're room - then yes you're special (I won't say why).

What is the point of all this? Why do I suddenly give a shit about scrawny guys who can't go out in the sun? No, I am not jumping on the Twilight bandwagon.

It's because I've met Edward Cullen. He's living 3 doors down from me:


I was wondering why people only ever go into his room and why I only ever see him at night.

Seriously though, his name is Ignacio aka Nacho and he's from Madrid. There is a real story about him that's pretty funny: he was late coming in for exchange because the Department of Homeland Security had him confused with a terrorist by the same full name. Idiots, can't they tell he's a vampire?

The Cool Wall (Part 2)

This week's wall stereotype is the classic 'infowall'. You know what I'm talking about, the one where there's an interesting historical fact that goes with the current date, just in case you wanted to know when President So-and-so went into office or President so-and-so got out of office for playing with someone other then his wife.

Anyway, apparently October 1st really wasn't that interesting since this is all Suzy could come up with:


Ok I promise next week's wall will be more interesting, although this one is usually pretty good. Maybe Obama's name will be up there soon.

Suit up - Neon Party & I-house Welcome Dance

Two Friday's ago Alpha Alpha Alpha threw the annual Neon Party. People came all the way from Stanford just for this.

They usually have some pretty interesting frat party concepts here that I don't think are common back home. I mean sure we have themes all the time, but here there are a few regular types that I think are pretty different. There's the 'wet' parties which usually involve bouncy castles with wet slides and ice baths/jacuzzis made from converted ute trays. Then there's the paint parties where everyone goes in white colours, and upon entry you get armed with paint and usually end up the night really high off the fumes and with a new custom painted shirt to take home.

You can guess what happens at neon parties, but this time there was a bit of a primary school twist where every person who entered gets a number written in uv ink on their wrists. Someone else of the opposite sex also has the same number. You can see where this is heading... Ok well you're not obliged to do anything if you find that person.

Though, it was pretty funny at the Alpha Alpha Alpha party because the guy at the door was smashed and about 30 people ended up having 69 on their wrists.


Last Friday the I-house itself threw a Welcome Dance - which was more like a high school social then anything. Just like the neon party it was 21+ only for drinks, but of course as you can see there's always a way (also notice the beer in cups - red cups too!). Anyway the highlight of the night was probably the pres upstairs in our living area as opposed to the dance itself (DJ was wack!).

Actually I have to say seeing the frat boys from DKE streaking was pretty high up there too:




I have no idea why I said I wish they would come back.

Happy Birthday September Babies!

'Midterms' aka midsems have kept me busy lately but I've finally got a bit of time to jump on and update a few things.

I was going to rant about how much more uni work we have here, but I can't even be bothered doing that. What I really wanted to say was:

HAPPY 21st! For all of you back home who turned 21 during September! I'm sorry I couldn't grace your parties with my presence, but I'm probably even more sorry about actually missing out on the action. I wish you guys the best for the rest of 2009, and I can't wait to see you all when I get back. Tacky souvenirs will be brought for all of you.

Not that I'm not having my share of cool dorm room birthday celebrations here:


Oh wait, the birthday boy (Andrew) is taking the picture. He lives down the end of my hall. I'll have to give you guys a tour of the place sometime soon.

By the way guess which one my room mate is?

And yes, in case you're wondering, Berkeley is 50% asian.