Daydream

I often daydream random stuff to entertain myself.
And to simulate life, I’ll make up these cruel conditions to give myself the illusion that it might happen in real life. For example, I could get any sports car for free regardless of the price, but I would have to be gay forever. I think Fox might have a show on TV similar to this.

Anyhow, I was playing this game with myself again today, but this time it’s a punishment all by itself.

You may choose to be any super hero you wish, but …
- no changing back to human or to other super heroes
- no changing uniforms at anytime

I chose to be Superman!
But as I carried on with the game, I realized there are few down falls:

-tights all the time?… no one would want to date a guy in tights all the time…I don’t know?

-with the super strength, my parents for sure going to ask me to do extra chores… They are probably going to make me pull China and Taiwan closer to U.S. for traveling purposes.



-I won’t be able to walk around in Dupont Circle, Washington D.C. anymore…

-If I’m wearing tights all the time, what am I going to do if I’m aroused in public places?
It’s not like I can put my hands in my pocket.
I guess it’s not so bad just being an average Copy.

Greeting acquaintances

Have you ever been caught in a situation where you don’t know whether to greet the person with a hug or handshake? Sure, it’s easy when the situation is a close friend or relative, but what if you only know the person as an acquaintance?

I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is, I’m like a deer caught in headlights in these situations.
“Do I hug? How tight should I hug before it gets creepy? Am I hugging too tight? Do I peck on the cheek afterwards?”

I’d always thought a handshake would be sufficient with acquaintances, but I can see how it’s rude to deny a hug fest.
I remembered a friend made an analogy ….”Sex is just like a handshake …only sharing your deepest secrets … now…that is true intimacy..”
If that’s true then handshakes are also out of the question?


(They took away Copy's Wings because he hugged victoria angels inappropriately... Copy is a bit depressed... mean while....)

Skittles(version2) : Hey Copy!! Long time no see! how about a hug? Handshake?

Copy: No... I lost my wings because of few hugs...

Skittles (version2): What? We are all demanding a handshake! That's the least you can to do to greet old friends in after life!

Scubatard: Yeah!
Tin: Yeah!
Chunky: Yeah!

Copy: Waaa HELP!!!

Sweet Sweet Angels

Christianity, Buddhism, Judaism…. Most people believe in life after death.
And if you had to, which would you choose? …Life after death or nada after death? Before knowing Chunky, I would have never thought there is a single soul in this world that wouldn’t want to live beyond death, but now I’m not so sure.

I’m not the type that would want to preach to people about my religion, but this is what I imagined life after death would be like….

LAD (Life After Death) University

Copy: Hey Guys! Is that "Tin"?
Tin: Do not call me "Tin"! I am now called "Dalai Lomo"

Copy: I guess it's time for class.. what?? None of you majored in Christianity?

Chunky: Ok...I'll meet you later.. woo fresh fresh...

Scubatard: later...

Dalai Lomo: We'll meet again...

Copy: Lone... again.... what am I to do??

Copy: Victoria Angels! my sweet sweet christian angels...

1983 Copy's Adventures in Taiwan - Chapter 3 - Class Pet

When my 1st grade teacher introduced herself on the first day, we found out that she use to fence when she was in the military, and we all knew she was just itching to use the bamboo stick on us like we’re some type of POWs.

While that G.I. Lesbinon yapped away, I quickly scanned my surrounding to figure out the quickest way to befriend these cats.

“…wth is this?”
The desks we were using looked like it was put together by lumberjacks with hammers.

How the hell did they expected us to write on these tree barks?
(At a point, I had a pet squirrel that lived in my desk…)

Copy's Adventure in Taiwan - Heaven or Hell

Here is the grand entrance to my elementary school in Taiwan.
It looked nice. The exterior was deceivingly like heaven, it was really hell in the inside. I’m sure most of you loved your experience in 1st grade, but it was like a nightmare for me. I sometime still hear the sounds of bamboo stick slapping my precious little paws in my sleep. Yes, you guessed it! Teachers get to beat the kids like piñatas.

When you:

1.Fail to do Homework
2.Fail to listen to instructions
3.Talk too much in class
4.Score below 80% on exams
5.Talking back
6.eating potato chips in class
7.The list goes on and on and on……..

Basically, if your lips failed to be BF4E with your teacher’s butt cheeks, your little paws are going to be SOL.

You can imagine what happens when you’re called to the principal’s office.

I remembered the first day of class (3rd grade) in U.S. when the principal called me to his office to welcome me, and I cried hysterically until my parents came to get me.

I didn’t understand a word they were saying to me in English, and I thought I was going to get a beat down on the first day.
(The principal here was physically a much big cat than the one in Taiwan.)

Bus Ride Crush

(1983 Taiwan) A bus ride to school wasn’t a simple task for anyone. It’s even a challenge for a grown adult to remember all the bus changes.
“What bus changes? Don’t you just hop on to yellow bus and you’re there?” you asked.

It’s not like the States, where every car in the 48 States has to stop for one stupid 1st grader to get on the stupid yellow school bus. As long as the stupid kid gets to school on time to finish his milk and cookies, it doesn’t matter if everyone else is late for work and soon to be fired … But I digress…..

Here’s the story….

Copy: Woo ...

Copy: grr...

Somedumbtard: What a morning ay?

Pretty Lady: hehe

Somedumbtard: Do you know how long is this bus ride to Taipei?

Pretty lady:..... blah blah...

Copy: where is it?? must find it now....

Somedumbtard: Do you take this ride every morning?
Pretty lady:yeah... hehehe....... blah blah...
Copy: (I'm going to soak your bag with my water gun! Prick! Hate you!

stop talking to my pretty lady!!)

Happy Scubatard Day!

Chapter 2 - On the way to the bus stop (When Copy was 6yrs old)

If you know Copy, you must’ve heard stories about “The Taiwanese Sausage” millions of times. You should know Copy is crazy about “the Taiwanese sausages”. It’s CRAZY good! Back in the days it cost $5 NT (that’s a nickel in usd). But Copy never have enough extra money to pay for the sausage and the bus rides. Here is one of his many scams to get the goods….

Joe: Hey Copy! Want a fresh “Taiwanese Sausage” off the grill?
Copy: hmmmm

Copy: How do I know if it’s any good?
Joe: What? You should know from the 10 links you had yesterday!
Fine… have a bite

Copy: *smelling the aroma* *chewing*
Joe: well?? Want one??

Copy: no no no..… too salty…. You really should put more heart in your work…
Joe: grr… fat ass!

Adventures in Taiwan: Chapter1- When Copy was 6 yrs old

Copy hasn’t been himself since he woke up this morning.
The anticipation of meeting other cats in school is petrifying, and it’s to the point where Copy wants to run away from home. There are just too much unknown that’s driving Copy insane. And the whining begins....

Copy: I can’t believe this. Now I have to go to school and learn stuff? My job at home is already stressful enough. I’d made sure good food doesn’t go to waste (I eat them)…. Alert everyone if a good show is on TV…. and take out the trash… what else you want from me..? I’ve decided! Going to school will only interfere with my job at home, and I’ve decided to stay where I’m needed the most!

Copy Pa: What? Don’t make me go in there and whip your ass
Copy Ma: He’s just afraid … You’ll be fine once you make some friends..
Copy: Fine! I will go! But I won’t be happy about it!

Copy: Crap! They are really firm about this school thing. What can I do?
I will go to “Plan B”! I must equip my book bag with all the essentials! I have to be prepared for anything!

(To be continue…..)

The Origin of Copy Cat - Chapter 1

A beautiful island off the coast of China is where Copy had most of his childhood memories. Copy will take you back in time and share with you where it all started in Copy’s adventures in “Taiwan”.

(To be continued…)

Hip Hop 101

It’s one of those days where Copy’s just chillin in the crib with the music blasting.
He thought it would be a good chance to groove to some gangsta rap and dress up like a gangsta. Copy is really sick of the Khaki pants, and he’s ready to let the inner thug come out. Yeap!

Copy made several attempts to show Chunky how to bounce to hip hop music, but it seems harder than plucking nose hairs. Why does Chunky bounce like a Barney? Why?
Why? Tell me Why??

Chunky: Yeah?! Yeah?!! what's up!!

Copy: Looks like you have water in your ear, and you're trying to get it out.

Chunky: what you think? yeah?? good yay??
Copy: ......

Why can’t people bounce like how Copy bounce? Come on Chunky!

Neglected Part 2

(DAY 2) She is still reading the stupid book. I can’t take it anymore!
I enjoy a good book as much as the next guy, but this is ridiculous. “P P! P P! P P!”

PP (Copy’s Dog): Chunky it’s dinner time! Put the stupid book down and feed me NOW!

Chunky: NO...you and Copy are on a diet..

Copy: Don’t worry PP …I’ll find another monkey ……

Neglected Copy Cat

Copy: I’m so bored!!! I know … I’ll climb over the “Chunky Fort” and attack Chunky! That’s what you get for not playing NBA Live with me!

Chunky: woo Harry Potter found his broom!.....

Copy: meow …. Meow…. *smack* *smack*
Chunky: EE EEE

Office Basketball.... I Love This Game!

2,045 Free throws from your chair...

1,500 rebounds....

789 3-point attempts..... time to go home