The Esser Files

Okay so some exciting news, I asked her out uhhh what’d we say her name was, Violet or something right?  Anyways, we were on the phone going through the 36 questions she for some reason wanted to do then me being smooth, I slid in “What’s the best way to ask someone out?”. Now little did I know, she had the list in front of her or she did this before and then she called out my lie.  Obviously this wasn’t on the list so she was like damn you tryna be smooth.  So after she was like hey remember how awkward it was when you tried to ask me out? Then I said, actually I didn’t ask you out I just found out the best way to do it, in person.  She said “not necessarily I mean there are other times you could do it”. Then I said “like over the phone?” She said maybe, so uttering possibly the most frightening words in my life, it all came down to that second in between my popping the question “Violet, would you like to go out with me?” And the answer.  The dreaded answer. ...

So turns out I didn’t hit post on my last blog entry but I guess it doesn’t matter since no ones reading this.  Everything’s been going well I guess.  Mostly just days of grinding.  I did go out with Susan last night (Susan is my best friend, a dude, but I made up his nickname was Susan and everyone started calling him that so it’s kinda funny). We went to ichiran and he hurled cause he ate too much.  We told everyone it was cause he was drunk except he didn’t and doesn’t drink.  It was kinda a fun night, some good memories made. After that I bough a cider and he hurled again when we were walking from TST to Mong Kok. We then skipped halfway through and took the mtr cause we couldn’t be asked to bake in the heat.  Then we walked around the sneaker street and I finally bought a pair of white sneakers that match my new wardrobe.  I’m thinking of getting them painted with a couple of roses on the side cause that would look bomb.  We just kinda hung o...

Ah well another 10 hour shift, another few dollars made. Literally get paid very little for quite a lot of work.  I also get burned a lot like hot coffee spills but at this point, I can’t be bothered to move my hand away so I just let it burn me.  Apart from that deep and somewhat disturbing thought, the day was kinda boring.  Went to work early then had a break, ate a PBJ sandwich and a sausage roll that I pinched from the display.  Then finished off the rest of my shift. I ate the creamy lasagne we have on display but only after it was just me and the cool guy I work with.  It was okay, really cheesy and creamy so a bit much.  Other then that, not much done. Well one thing did happen, this annoying lady wanted some hot milk on the side with her tea and I put a regular amount into a small espresso cup on the side.  She then proceeded to complain that I gave her too much and just to show I was annoyed and went out of my way to heat up another jug of mi...

Well I missed another day but not a lot went down.  It was Father’s Day yesterday but I didn’t want to go to the beach so instead, my dad and stepmom went while I stayed back and made a red velvet cake with yellow cream cheese frosting in the form of Pac-Man. It did look like someone hurled onto the cake but the flavors were there.  Today I just worked at the pacific coffee on the 20th floor of the HSBC Tower. Pretty nice building that’s modern and nice.  The usual PBJ for lunch.  But now onto the real shit, the family fight.  You see I didn’t want to go to rugby training and this leads to a much larger problem which I will now discuss.  So for the longest time my dad wanted me to make National Age Grade rugby.  It’s like the national team for Hong Kong school kids rugby.  But I haven’t been able to make it since I was 12.  It’s always been my dad vision for me to get in which is a stepping stone to getting a rugby scholarship to play in a US...

Well currently I’m at work and there’s no one here so I think I’ll do my daily blogpost now.  Working at the pacific coffee on the peak today so good view and it seems fun.  Barely anyone here so I’ve been trying to master the art of flicking plastic milk carton caps but so far unsuccessful.  I feel like I’m just annoying my coworkers which may bite me in the ass in the long run.  I was however offered a fag (that means a smoke for all of you who may be offended). However being the child of god that I am, I declined while proclaiming that I do indeed quite enjoy having fully functional lungs.  But other then that, nothing much had happened.  Oh wait, I was late to work by about ten minutes because of the stupid tram. Update: I forgot I was writing something for my blog and I have resumed writing at a fathers day dinner.  So anyways, currently I’m in my stepmom’s sister’s house where she is married to a rich canto-pop singer.  To put things in pers...

Well today was the last day of school. For some reason and due to scheduling problems, our last day was an online lesson.  Shocker, but no one showed up.  Okay, maybe a few but basically it was a bunch of people who were half asleep and then showed up only to register.  Not going to lie, but it seemed a bit of an anti-climatic end to a chaotic year.  I stayed back after school yesterday with my friend because his sister was graduating so we hung out in the library.  One of the girls in home room heard our convo about going to Disneyland and now wants to go with us.  She has a boyfriend, so going out with her is like walking on thin ice. Gotta be careful what we do and say. If we were friends with her bf then we’d be okay cause we know him and he’d know we wouldn’t pull anything.  Well obviously we aren’t cause we’re all friends but still seems a bit dangerous.  To me, the reason she’d do this is cause she’s leaving next school year for the UK and ...

Seems like I missed another blog post.  But for some reasoned it did seem to bother me which I guess its a sign that this is actually useful.  That's why this post is coming to you from the Learning Resources Center at my school.  So here is today's theory: No matter the length of sleep you get, you'll still be the same amount of tired when you wake up.  Essentially, this means that if you get 9 hours of sleep, you'll feel the same if you were to say get 7 hours of sleep.  Obviously the quality of sleep matters and the amount of exhaustion you feel before sleep plays a factor but I think that this is a valid hypothesis that should be explored further.   But on a completely other note, I have decided to buy another silver pass for Disneyland.  It's kinda expensive but I think it might help in the long run.  Which you'll never find out my plan.... Just kidding.  I shall now reveal my plan.  So I started talking to this girl, let's say...

I have a theory that if heartbroken once, a second relationship is destined to fail.  I've been developing this over the course of a few years from current and past experiences with my parents.  Mom left after my 3rd birthday or maybe forth, can't remember the date all that well but I remember some specific flashbacks.  After she bailed, she was M.I.A for a couple of years then tried to reestablish contact with her offspring.  Now, she claims it's because of the biological bond between mother and child however my theory is that it is in her interest of self-preservation.  I was watching the movie, Lucy, in which Morgan Freeman describes the path of a cell or organism, either they choose to reproduce if conditions are desirable or they choose self-preservation.  Effectively choosing immortality over passing on their genes.  Now, by nature, everyone has that natural instinct to survive yet it is the special ones that interpret this strangely.  But b...

Another boring day of pointless online classes.  12 full weeks of online classes and now a stupid "bridging program" for us start IB early. Except we can all see through you, Mark.  You obviously need something to show your bosses that you're doing something so you design a futile attempt to make us develop our "Critical Thinking".  What kinda BS is this?  Apart from another day of mind-bogglingly stupid lessons,  I tuned a guitar for the first time and gave up learning chords after I realized I sounded like a cat being eaten by a lawnmower.  I reckon once I get my electric guitar and stuff, It'll sound a lot better when I'm shredding.  In other news, when I have some actual cash of my own, I'm deciding whether to buy a dune buggy like one of the ones James May had on the Grand Tour.  A beautiful red dune buggy made with a Volkswagen beetle as the donor car and probably a Meyers Manx kit.  Still deciding the best part of it, the original beet...

Okay, so I guess this is my first post here.  I need a place to unload all of the shit from the day, rant about problems and people, so you are essentially looking into my mind.  I reckon I'm gonna forget about this in a month but it seems helpful right now.  I'm not gonna bother with pages and stuff or doing something fancy cause this is really for me to just clear my head so don't attack me.  That being said, if I know you and you reference this in a conversation with me, I'll deny knowing these exist. Let the reading journey begin...