this weekend was probably the most productive Toronto weekend— ever! I managed to get going on my PLAN103 (remember the “devil course”?) and must manage to finish it by tomorrow morning— which isn’t bad, cuz I almost done.

saw a cool theatre producion “Scaramouche Jones“— well, it was an okay production, definitely not my favourite. The humour, I didn’t really understand too much and the big guy sitting beside was just gone and snoring away. :S His memorization was definitely impressive, since he was the only cast member in the play. Went to the Eaton Centre— malls make me happy— i think i have issues.

I had dim sum this weekend. It seems like I have more dim sum now that I go to school, than when I did when I actually lived in Markham. But yes, dim sum, it’s soo good. I have definitely taken Chinese Food for granted— it is indeed world’s best. mmmm.

funny story today. well, i ride my bike to school everyday and i have to say, i have a really common bike as it was purchased at the local Zellers store in Waterloo. Anyways, my lock has been rusting now and it’s been a pain in trying to lock and unlock my bike. So i was trying to unlock my bike, and it just won’t budge—and with my intolerance— i started to agressively yank at the bike. a stranger than came up to me and said, “this is my bike, what are you doing?”— [Blushed] I have realized I have tried to unlock the wrong bike. Yikes.

Mark mentioned about songs that reminded us of days back in the day, and I must say that I feel that way too. I was at the LCBO just a few days ago, and they were playing “Roch Voisine’s By Myself” and how depressed (again) I was as the work was just seriously overwhelming and killing me. It brings back my days in residence and the atrocious (but pleasant) noise in the hall, the sounds of Chris’ Korean/Japanese music, the deliciousness of my Cranberry/Sprite cocktail that I make in the caf. It’s interesting how much feeling you can get out of a song— just by simply listening to it, can trigger so much emotion, memories and feelings. I get really gooey over songs like Ronan Keating’s: When You Say Nothing At All, and Boyz II Men’s Water Runs Dry. The lyrics have no significance to me, but the song is so closely associated to that period in time— just brings tears sometimes. :**(