Hello. I’m back in the crappy-loo once again, studying for the last final. Yes,
it all ends this Friday, August 6th! (Wow, I sound like some shitty Clearance Sale Commercial— mmm The Brick) Yes, the agony ends in good timing, on my big two-one bday. Oh my gawd, I’m turning 21. I can just see it going downhill now; hello wrinkles, goodbye erection. goodbye youth, hello chronic mahjong.

Anyways, my weekend was not too eventful. Finally managed to see Touch of Pink. A Canadian film (Hourrah Canada!). With much of its base right in the suburbs of Toronto. And no, it wasn’t Toronto-trying-to-be-an-American city, it was actually Toronto!

Anyways, its an interesting gay romantic comedy with a South Asian twist; yes, definitely not your usual chick-flick. I won’t get into the nitty gritty of the synopsis (see link). It was a great film. It really showcases gay vs. the conservative family characteristics. Through this movie, I’ve really see the similarities between the brown-culture and the yellow-culture (excuse my racial undescriptiveness)— perhaps that’s why we blend so well here in Milliken! Anyways, I really enjoyed this film, maybe a little too much. I really identified with it, and simultaneously envied them, despite their hardships. If anyone has seen it, or plans to see it, lemme know; I’d love to start a movie discussion! :)

Since I’ve been such a naughty lazy boy the past weeks, I made a extra effort to attend mass this weekend. And I must say, I don’t see my usual church buddies. Where’s Debbie? Where’s Catherine Lau? Where’s Nick? Where’s Derek?

Did I miss something? Maybe I’m not up with the Markham trends; maybe church is out. However, who I did see was Roger; it’s kinda strange seeing him outside the Loblaws McCowan Market; which is the bestest supermarket btw. (Yes, I’m so ‘see lai’, sue me)

Speaking of what’s out, I wish the whole emo bonanza rots in hell. I was doing some shopping downtown before hopping on the Greyhound, and it’s disgusting the amount of emo kids are out there.

When I mean emo, I’m only talking about fashion. I could care less about the shitty bands and not to mention their “omg, i only listen to indie music; radio music is so uncool” fans. oh gawd. that’s another topic altogether.
but then hey, i like hilary duff, who am i to judge, right?

oh yes, back to fashion. being “emo” is no excuse to look ugly. okay, i admit, some look good. but then i’m thinking more george stroumboulopoulos, which i suppose is only pseudo-emo. i like argyle, i don’t mind the styled hair, and hey, i don’t even really mind the emo-glasses. what i can’t stand are the dickies ultility pants and i can’t stand the polyester super-tight super-short shirts. c’mon it’s like too bland for queen street, too hideous for church street. and please be nice to your body, and let it breathe and absorb sweat! if this is the step in attempting to look “different”, i’m sorry, then mediocrity it is!

Oh, i forgot to mention the value-village-resold-at-urban-outfitters shirts and jackets. Yep, I’m sure its great to spend a fortune to look shoddy (don’t get me wrong, not all stuff an urban outfitters is shit.) i forgot what i was heading towards with my entry.

With all this emo-talk, do you know what i wanna be, tho? those cool culturally-inspired, artsy but yuppie, fab-five-plus-martha-stewart eccentric asians. hmmm, what to do la. i suppose emo might just be what i need to do :S. back to square one. (ew, sprawlish mississauga, lol; sorry liz!) time to find some polysester, argyle and plastic thick frames; i wonder it i can get a polyester argyle shirt? hmmmm. or argyle glasses; now that’s different!