No, I did not step into a time warp. My 4A term actually began this past Monday.

This is because I pretty much spent my first 'official' two weeks in school going to class and doing my work report. I completely loathe writing work reports. I thought that this report was going to be different, just because I was initially quite excited about doing research on this topic-- a feasibility study for a northern airport express route from Lawrence Station.

Anyways, through the course my research, I then realized how labour intensive this project really is. This is totally me-- not knowing what the hell I'm getting into and only discovering when I'm in the deep end and drowning. I totally did not properly scope my project and ended up writing 25 pages, when it 15 was expected.

Sigh.

This term has been pretty busy, but I am enjoying my classes. The most intriguing class is definitely Land Development Planning, where we pretty much get a development project through from a planning policy and economics standpoint-- produce a market analysis, hypothetically get the necessary approvals, produce a proforma. What is crazy is that our instructor is such mad developer who purchases properties on his Blackberry while in teaching class.

His lectures-- which consist of guest speakers weekly-- is a wide awakening from what we're socialised to think in the School of Planning. It is actually quite shocking-slash-refreshing to hear that locally-based agriculture is the past, and that the lands that the Greenbelt Act are protecting aren't really that agriculturally significant.

You get the picture.

For some obvious rea$on$ ($$$), I look up to the instructor and the guest lecturers-- our instructor is actually a Waterloo Planning alumunus. So if he is able to buy properties off his blackberry while teaching-- can I be the same?

Unlikely. Since I need to get off my ass and (a) start finding a full-time job, and/or (b) work on this grad application stuff.

Maybe then, after completing (a) and (b), I could be the next Li Ka Shing? Haha. One could only dream.

I miss my blog too much to be waiting until next week to write.

Things are beginning to get settled here in Waterloo. First off, I am finally with a home. After a few days of sleeping on the floor of Bowie's room, I can finally say goodbye to my sore shoulder and back, and I can say hello to good sleeps.

I am currently living in a co-ed suite (two girls and a guy) in UW Place-- which is actually an unwelcome change. Even being the queer that I am, I find living with girls rather difficult. It's not that I'm uncomfortable seeing soiled feminine hygiene products in the bathroom-- heck, I have a sister-- but it's just the fact that the "typical female" student's lifestyle is rather different than a guy's.

I know that I am making generalizations about females, but from my encounters with Bowie's roommates, I feel that the "typical female" definitely likes to socialise compared with the "typical male." This form of socialisation comes in varied forms-- but the only one that bugs me is person-to-person communication, which involves the consistent entry of guests in the suite.

Today is Day 2 of living in my suite, and I have already met a dozen of roommates giggly friend's.

Then we have their significant others'. I haven't taken a representative sample but I am confident to say that boyfriends go to girlfiend's places more than the other way around, which then increases the possibility of guests.

I don't usually mind familiar guests, but I don't like the idea of random guests coming from day-to-day. It's like I always have to keep my guard all the time and be "??," or hospitable. It's very tiring.

Let's hope they're burdened with schoolwork soon.

What I also find interesting, from personally from my overall experience is that girls who look the most put together in public are at the same time, the messiest in the home. What's up with that?

Just thought I would leave a mark on this neglected blog. Things have been pretty crazy, considering I still don't have a place to live, and that my work report is not getting done by itself. Anyways, I'm trying my best to stay optimistic. I got from Jenn this email joke, which is definitely the perfect remedy for the crazy first days of school:

A boss walked into the office one morning not knowing that his zipper was down, and his fly wide open. His secretary walked up to him and said, "Boss this morning when you left your house, did you close your garage door?"

This was not a phrase that her boss understood, so he went into his
office looking a bit puzzled. When he was about done with his paperwork, he suddenly noticed that his zipper was not zipped up.

He zipped it up and remembering what his secretary had told him,
finally understood.

He then intentionally went out to ask for a cup of coffee from his
secretary. When he reached her desk, he said, "When you saw the garage door open did you see my jaguar parked in there?"

The secretary smiled for a moment and said, No, Boss I didn't. All I
saw was a Mini with 2 flat tires."

... she got fired!

Be assured that I'll be back once I get things get settled here-- which I anticipate will be some time next week.

Addendum: I have been staying at Bowie's place in the meantime, so I'm not completely homeless :P