I've never dragged my feet on a term paper ever. The course is Planning Theory. It's not a planning curriculum without the study of planning theory (sadly).

But I encountered one of the most fascinating books related to the topic. How bizarre, I know. It's called Planning Theory for Practitioners by Michael Brooks. I found a neat anecdote that really helped me personally close the chapter on the merits of rational-comprehensive planning-- since I had continued to be a proponent of the rational part of rational-comprehensive planning.

Reliance on rationality may be damaging to the planning process because it contributes so readily to self-delusion. If we follow the tenets of rational planning, one might ask, aren't we simply doing what planning is all about-- regardless of whether anything comes of our analyses and plans? An exercise I often give my students posits the existence of two firms, A and B. Firm A makes all the right planning moves-- defining its mission, studying its competition, carefully analyzing the market for current and potential products, and formulating goals and strategies for its short-term future. Firm B, on the other hand, is run by a happy-go-lucky CEO who makes all decisions for the firm by flipping a coin. Let's say, for the sake of argument, that Firm A, despite its good planning behaviour, goes down the tubes, while Firm B prospers and becomes an industry leader. The question is, which firm is more rational?

My students almost always answer correctly--namely, that Firm A was the more rational because it behaved in a rational manner, while Firm B was not rational at all.

This exercise illustrates the fact that "rational planning" means "planning conducted in a rational manner"; the focus is on the process, not on the results. [...] Public planning is about improving the quality of life in our communities, and we should not take comfort in methods that sooth our psyches but have little world impact.

Planning Theory for Practitioners is a definitely a must-read for all planners.

After doing some purging of my closet, I decided to set away quite a few things to Goodwill. It mostly consists of overly worn t-shirts, shirts, and a wide selection of khakis and dress pants.

Remember I was wishing so badly to gain weight? Well, be careful what you wish for, because there are so many pairs of pants that I no longer fit into. I am now bustling a 32 inch waist, and that is quite phenomenal when I could fit into a 28 just three years ago without any abdominal sucking effort.

So many pants had to go, this includes my infamous pair of Ass Pants dress pants from Mexx. Shima, who coined the term Ass Pants, was introduced to them during in Planning Theory class. We had to dress up for our presentations, and because it was quite fitted around my rear, it accentuated my (hot) ass. Haha.

Even though there is no way I can fit into them now, I couldn't fathom myself giving them up. I just liked them so much. For that reason, I started a collection of unwearable legacy clothing-- clothing that brings back too many memories to be given to Goodwill.

Once I started this legacy collection, I found myself being less and less inclined to throw things out. Mainly, I couldn't help myself to give up my jeans. Weirdly, I don't have the same feeling for khakis and shorts.

When I merged both my Markham and Waterloo closets, I counted a total of 16 pairs of jeans, in all various shades of blue. Just blue. The oldest pair that I recall was back in either Grade 11 or 12 when I had my underwear-showing thuggy baggy jeans (Size 32).

Then I realized, jeans are probably the biggest marketing ploy of our modern time. I mean seriously, why do I need jeans in all shades of blue? And even with 16 pairs of jeans, I find myself wearing the same two or three pairs, while the rest sit and collect dust. Clever marketing, Gap. From boot cuts, to tapered in at the knees, to low rise, to 'broken in', I succumbed to the garment industry's many tactics. Ah no, I lied, the only thing I haven't succumbed to is the skinny jean—-mainly because it's so not me. I'm way not artsy-fartsy-urban enough to pull those off.

Even though I know this awful marketing scheme, I will continue to buy jeans. I don't know why, I have this weird relationship with jeans. I love them. While only a few fit me now, I will be adding all of the pairs to my legacy collection. Jeans have a way of defining a time. Baggy jeans represents high school. Low rise and tight jeans represents those frosh party days. And of course, the wider jeans will define my current "spare tire" stomach era.

Who am I kidding, I just want to remind myself that I had a 28 inch waist when I was 20. Do you guys have a set of legacy clothes?

My closet.

Let's just say I'm not in it, I couldn't be in it if I wanted to. There just isn't enough space to camp in there.

It is about that time of year when I return back to Toronto after another exhausting term, and the first thing I must do is put back all my crap back into their respective places. Kitchenware is packed away in big plastic boxes, perishables back in kitchen, and of course my clothes go back in the closet.

And every end-of-term, I have sit in front my closet and think how exactly I'm going to organize and fit all my crap. This usually means actually trying garments on again to see if it fits and evaluate if it's still up to my liking. I have no choice but to do this because there is absolutely no way I'm going to merge two closets into one.

Now don't get me wrong, some of you might know that I'm not a big clothes spender, especially when compared to my queer peers. I consider myself only to be a moderate shopper. The main reason for my lack of closet space is the fact that my mom has essentially invaded my closet. I have for many years have considered her what I call a 'closet imperialist'; she waits for the most opportune time and invades closet spaces when family members' defenses are low (i.e. when I'm in Waterloo).

Anyways, she's made quite the British Empire here at home. She has managed to invade the basement closets, as well as some space in my sister's closet, that of course doesn't include her own closet space which is 90% occupied by her, and the remaining by my dad.

Part of my closet collection is a selection of mink furs. Gasp! I know, send in the PETA crew and arrest my mom! I think that it's almost a staple for many Hong Kong women of my mom's generation. I have to admit that I have tried it on. I must say that I look fabulously pimpy in it especially when I add in a set of shades to go with it. I might need some bling too.

Anyways, I'm quite pissed that the fur is still lying in my room, not because of my righteous will for the ethical treatment of animals, but because I just need the extra closet space. The space these corpses-turned-coats take up is equivalent to about 8 or 9 hung shirts. I told her to put it somewhere else, but she insists that my closet is the only space with the right climatic conditions. I snubbed her because that answer was just lame.

My mom has not worn the coats in years, and I'm sure that she never will, for numerous reasons beyond it being atrociously unfashionable. Because of that, I suggested to her to sell the coats on eBay or something. She looked at me as if I uttered something unfathomable; similar to a face I'd expect when I tell them I'm gay. Though I should've known better; she wanted to keep them for memorabilia's sake, and I suppose that I can respect that.

So corpses continue to live in my closet. Send in the CSI crime lab.

I've been on a roll with these useless entries these days; so let the good times roll.

The following is just a highlight conversation I had on MSN. I'll call my chatting partner Bob, in order to protect the innocent.

Bob: Iron ring was earlier in the week...and it was fine....the ceremony was really dry...kind of like church
B: but, i got some bling out of it
Matchew: yeah... you don't get bling at church
M: u get Jesus's body tho
M: so i guess that's bling
B: Jesus' body was probably very hot
M: well he herded sheep
M: i'm sure he's ripped
B: exactly! he must have been
M: do you know who else herded sheep?
M: the couple from Brokeback Mountain
B: exactly!!!
B: OMG....
M: hahah
B: that's a revelation....there's a connection
M: i konw
B: jake is mine though
M: you can have jake
M: i'll take Jesus
B: haha
B: i think jake would be more fun anyway
M: but jesus will take me to heaven
M: i'm sure there are many other jakes in heaven :P
B: hahah
B: oh, once i'm with jake
B: i'm in heaven
B: ;)
M: oh gawd

You heard it, Bob wants Jake over Jesus. That's so bad.

I do love milk, but I normally buy the original Neilson 2% in the solid blue carton. Last week however, No Frills had those 'Dollar Days' for the premium Trutaste brand.

I noticed something interesting this morning. As indicated in the red swirvy banner, the carton actually holds 2% milk that "tastes like homo."

... or what I'd like to call it: closeted milk.

If you're curious, the milk tastes pretty good, but it isn't any better than 2% milk that tastes like 2% milk.

As we leap over to another fresh page, I thought it would be good to take a look back at what happened in 2006. If I could sum up the year into one word, I would say 'stability'. There wasn't much crazy greatness that came out from this term, but there wasn't much bad craziness either.

WORK
I spent the most of my time this year working. Sadly the penultimate question now in 2007 is where all my money disappeared to. I ended up making a post-Christmas blitz of returns just to pay tuition, housing, and the credit card.

In retrospect, TTC was a quite a fun to work. It was definitely one of the driving forces to help me gain confidence to endure these awful graduate school applications preparations. (More on this later).

I learned that TTC has hardly any money. With the economy growing and ridership increasing, TTC is without proper capital and operating resources, and is choking on its success because of it.

See also:
How come buses never arrive on time?

OXFORD EXCHANGE

I went to Oxford in April for five weeks. Oxford is gorgeous city. I'm not sure if I would categorize it as a city--it is more like a town. We had lots of fun experiencing the alcohol-induced, nostalgic culture of Britain. It is also during this trip that I was able to get to know the planners better.

While in Oxford, Martina, Liz, Tiff and I met the royal majesty herself. In her surprisingly pink outfit, she managed to really place a glowing awestruck look to all of our faces. From the pictures taken in the local paper, we became pseudo-celebrities in planning. Well, it was mostly Martina who stole the show, since perhaps I'm not as pretty as she is.

While on the exchange, we also visited the magnificent city that is Paris. Experiencing the culture, food, monuments, and vistas with friends was definitely breathtaking.

Don't forget the hot Spanish boys I talked about when we visited Barcelona and Madrid. Barcelona was definitely the most enjoyable part of the whole excursion, since I loved the laid-back atmosphere in nice hot sun. Anyways, there were definitely ups and downs on the trip, as with any trip, but when you smooth out the bumps, it was a great experience for sure.

See also:
Pics of Actually Oxford II
Pics of Actually Oxford I
Quick, Pronounce 'Leicester'!
Drink up, young chap!
Are bristol boards made in Bristol?
Oxford Exchange in Numbers
Hola Spain!
Farewell Oxford!
Queens and London
Tidbits of the Week - Paris
Paris Pictures I
Tidbits of the Week - Britain
Oxford Pictures
Oxford Packing

SCHOOL LIFE, PULL MY HAIR

I returned to school in September to what I thought would be a smooth sailing year. Little did I know that preparations for graduate school would bring me to such high levels of anxiety. Whether it was being worried that reference letters would not be ready, or the fact that my written work was not perfected, it ends up consuming so much of my time, and my physical and mental capacity. (This is carried forward to January.) All this, mixed in with the expected piles of marking for GIS, and the loads of coursework, makes Matt a hair-shedding boy.

I guess the term wasn't all bad. Teaching GIS was actually one of the highlights of the term. Even though many kids really did not want any part of it, I found that it was fun just being there training and be the centre of attention; it helps with the nerves. Marking labs and tests however is another story. Also, we did manage to go out just a tad more this term despite all the craziness. Weirdly, the Wax became the hangout, and not dirty Phil's.

Course-wise, it was an amazing term. I learned a great deal, especially from the OMB Tribunals and Land Development Planning course. I think I finally understand what the role of land-use planners in development planning. It only took me close to five years to get it. Hey, it's better late than never.

After taking the Site Planning Studio course, I have come to the conclusion that I am not a man of urban design. I had to shed too many tears having to always compromise my designs with the group. Also, asking a double-extension for an design project is a new low for me.

See Also:
Happy Family Restaurant
School jitters

FAMILY

Family-wise, things were pleasant and without issues. Other than the usual petty nagging from my mother, I have no complaints. Living at home during my time working was surprisingly enjoyable. The only downside is privacy; not that it would ever be warranted in my small Chinese home. Pictured above is my sister's convocation at Ryerson.

THAT THING CALLED 'LOVE'
Relationship-wise, nothing really to report since there were none. I guess I have been too immersed into other priorities to really be majorly affected by it. Though I always mention that I want to be in a relationship, I'm not sure if I totally mean that. Don't get me wrong, I do not consider myself to be 'single and fabulous.' I think of myself as 'single and doing okay.' I do find that my stance on whether I want a boyfriend or not changes fluctuates. I have gone out on several dinner dates, but I always get this sense of hesitation to go further.

Is it my jadedness and cynicism for relationships? Or is it that I just see the more urgent priorities, like my academic and career future? I mean, could I possibly have had timefor a boyfriend like, for example, this past Fall term when I think I was running on such low fuel? Or am I just making an excuse, and that there is a more underlying reason for this? Or maybe it is just my jadedness and cynicism for relationships. I'm not sure of the reason exactly; maybe it's a combination of all these factors.

In short, I have high hopes for 2007. Let's just see if I get into grad school.

If I only recommend one product ever in my life, this one would be it.

Allow me to demonstrate my see-lai-ness and urge you to try this incredibly good fruit 'n nut cookie. I was introduced to this cookie by a fellow co-worker at the TTC, and since we were bless to have a Loblaws directly across the street, I usually kept a stash of these in my rolling files.

This cookie is especially recommended to those that are not too fond of chocolate or to things that are particularly sweet. The treat is very chewy, and is as addictive as chips.

According to the President's Choice website, its name is "derived from the local dialect for the region's widely used sweetener, molasses ("lass") and small, low-rising cake ("mog")". The delicious treat apparently originates from Atlantic Canada.

Allelujah Atlantic Canada.

I have found these in all the Loblaws, Zehrs, and Superstore locations I've visited, but only in select No Frills locations.

Try it, and let me know what you think.

PC Lassy Mogs Soft Fruit & Nut Cookies - [www.presidentschoice.ca]

It's 6:11 am and I can't get back to sleep.

Every exam period, I tend to go through very unstable sleep cycles. It's definitely not good for the body. Plus, this is when the major junk food emerges.

Chips, candy, coffee, instant noodles.

My food vices always surface during exam time. I think it's more an excuse for me to eat all I want without feeling guilty, since it's exams, and only one thing should concern me.

Anyways, as I got up to go to visit the potty, I felt a small draft by my ass. I then realized that I have a large whole in my pajama bottoms.

Before you make a witty homosexual remark, I want to say that for the three pairs of pajama bottoms I own in Waterloo, 100% of them now have holes near my ass. All three pairs of bottoms were purchased from different retailers. I seriously don't understand if this is just me. That is why I'm opening the dialogue to pajama-wearing men everywhere.

There are three logical explanations as to why a hole tends to develop where my ass is on my PJ bottoms:

1. I sit often, so there might be some consistent wear and tear from the chair and my bum.
2. I have a fat ass, and it's tearing on the pajama fabric.
3. I have something sharp on my ass, and it's cutting into my precious fabric.

So my roommates will now have a better view of my rear until I return back to Toronto on Satuday.... ZING!

After days of scorching temperatures it's such a relief to see rain tonight.

I have to walk 15 minutes from Steeles to my Markham home every afternoon, and lately it seems like I'm in a mirage. I come home and I'm sweating from every inch under my pair of slacks and a shirt.

So gross.

Rain. I love looking out the window when it rains.

Do you know how Hollywood often shoots actors looking out a raining window when they have someone or something on their mind? A older episode of Friends comes to mind when Joey moved out of the apartment-- we find Chandler and Joey were thinking about each other upon a window sill.

This isn't the case for me-- well sort of. I usually don't think of anything worthwhile. Most times in these window watching situations, I find myself staring at the rain droppets falling on the plants we have in the backyard. I think it's really entertaining to watch the leaves wiggle. Beacuse I still have the imagination of a nine-year-old boy, I would imagine what our perennials would say to each other when they wiggle in the rain.

"Oh my gosh, I can finally get a cleaning, feels so good"
"Ew, acid rain, I can't drink this."
"Oh shoot, the owner already watered us. We're going to drown."

You get the idea-- I would make dialogue between my hostas. But really, I bet plants do communicate with each other in some way.

Wiggle wiggle wiggle.

I also enjoy sleeping when it's pouring outside. I love hearing the hard dropplets on the roof, and I love hearing the rainwater fall onto the gutter. That sense of being protected from the elements knowing it's hell outside brings me real comfort. When I was younger, I would imagine that my bed was a large floatation device, and that I was on this continuous flowing river. I would buckle myself up along with my stuffed animals-- Hugsie (Remember this picture from my first year rez room?), Garfield, and my little panda. I recall that I would actually talk to them and assure them that there would be nothing to worry about, since I had "seatbelts" which is the blanket, and "stabilizing fins" which are the underlying drawers.

To this date, I still find myself mentally assuring them on occasion but with a few "maturity adjustments"-- I no longer tuck them in beside me, and my conversations with them are not as elaborate.

But crazy enough, I still do it. Those very dolls are still on my bed--although only Hugsie comes with me to Waterloo.

Instead of tucking Hugsie in, I use it as a sleep-hugging device.

The forecast calls for thunderstorms into Thursday morning and afternoon. Sweet. More wiggling.

I spent my half-day off work at the dentist's office on Friday. To make matters worse , I was there to get a filling. To make matters even more worse, I was in excruciating pain.

Yes folks, Matthew here was told he had his first cavity. My dentist, Dr. Chan, said that she has been "monitoring" that tooth (the top right innermost molar) for several checkups and that she is confident that I would need a filling.

You had no idea how I felt after receiving the news. It was like I had a dental criminal record. It was like I was broken in, and germ burglars have finally got its way in. My doctor dared to tease me if I have been lying.

There's this stupid Cantonese saying that your teeth will fall out if you are telling lies.

I wanted to tell Dr. Chan that my teeth aren't falling out, they're just decaying dammit. I held my comments back, since she is in fact going to do some dental surgery on me, and I will give her the benefit of the doubt that she's seems CBC.

So it as time for the filling and she inspected the tooth again-- just to be sure that my poor tooth requires a filling. She used that dental metal hook and poked the molar.

"Yep, cavity", she said.

Please. Stop. Rubbing it in.

She gave me a small anaesthetic on my gums close to the "dirty" molar and one on the roof of my mouth. The injection to the gums was completely painless, but the one to the roof was painful. I asked her why, and she says that it has to do with the fact that there was more tissue to give on the gums, rather than the roof of your mouth.

I waited a couple minutes for the chemicals to get working, and then it was time. She took this small little driller that resembled some of my dad's Craftsman garage tools.

So creepy.

She told me that I might experience pain during the surgery, but nothing unbearable. I personally was confident that it would be a breeze, after going through two years of braces, and having my four wisdom teeth removed without any pain (mind you, I had anaesthetic and laughing gas).

At first it was alright, and I just hear serious drilling noises. But further into the surgery, she really applied pressure into the molar, and I was really starting to develop a bit of pain, then more, and then more.

Then I realized, what exactly is unbearable? Doesn't that really vary from person to person? So I sucked it up like the "tough" man that I am, but I continued to express myself with my eyes. I had them wide open and my eyebrows as raised as much as it can go.

She did not get my hint and did not say anything.

There was more drilling. Finally, she said it was done, and later realized that she needed to drill some more. You guys just won't understand how sharp and isolated the pain was. It was nothing I have ever experienced. The sounds of drilling certainly didn't help.

Tzzzzzz. Tzzzzzz. Tzzzzzz.

It was then all over. She applied the filling stuff, and her assistant used this orange gun to heated it up the filling paste to harden it.

I got up from the chair, and realized that my thighs and back was completely damp from my nervous sweat.

After the surgery, I decided I would have some fun with my mouth while the anaesthetic was still doing its thing. It's so weird to have one side of my mouth fine, while the other is completely asleep. It feels like its swollen, when in reality it's not.

I decided to be stupid later and tested to see how far I can bite the inside of my cheek and not feel anything. Obviously, I didn't go all out and bit myself-- but I will tell you that I felt virtually nothing. I swear, maybe Dr. Chan didn't use precision when poking me with the needle. Argh.

Note: I did not have the luxury to "play" with my inner cheeks after removing my wisdom teeth, since I was completely drowsy and totally sick after the surgery.

For the remainder of the day, I sporadically recalled the pain and the disturbing drilling that took place that afternoon.

I'm completely fine now, so need not worry.

Dental Caries - [wikipedia.org]

I have time to kill before the flight, so I leave you with Peter Wentz, bassist for Fall Out Boy.

[The image has been eliminated because too many people are linking to it.]

Sure I'm not as cool as Peter Wentz to be able pull of his hair, but whatever. Call be retarded, a groupie, a dork, I don't care. I think I secretly like him. Haha.

So yeah, I will grow my hair. It's perfect timing, now that I'm gonna be in Oxford, and I could refrain from haircutting.

I swear, I hate packing. I hate packing so much that at this point, I could seriously reconsider going on to Oxford.

I think I've had this talk before, but it seems like my four months is up and I'm in the packing routine yet again. What is the worse part about packing is how I can never remember where the hell anything is.

Seriously what's weird is that I have become so comfortable finally being settled back in Toronto and vegetating after work that I seriously can't handle all this hussle and bustle. For that reason, I don't feel like leaving yet. Besides, I'll miss HK Tea and associated snacks and dim sum too much to just see it drastically missing-- for 5 weeks.

Well, underneath it all, it's probably because I feel like I have so much more I want to do, or regret not doing, before I go.

Also, it's probably because I'm initial travel butterflies-- the paranoia. The paranoia that I have forgotten something important like identification or something, and having my trip come go a grinding halt.

Ah.

Let me stop rambling about my stupid ranting.

For those who don't know, I will be taking 5 weeks off to go on a study exchange to Oxford. It’s a half-credit course administered by the UW School of Planning, where we can get a perspective about the planning process and design concepts as it relates to the UK. Of course, besides studying, we have an opportunity to travel on our own. My school friends and I have chosen to head to Paris, Madrid and Barcelona after the 3-week of planned UK activities.

I'm really looking forward to going to Paris, and I pretty much have our sightseeing covered. As for the other places, I simply have no idea-- guess we'll wait and see. It's also good to have Shawn as a travel buddy, since he's pretty much the Euro-man.

My last day of work is today (Wednesday), which leaves me this evening and the daytime tomorrow to get everything covered, before heading out of the house at 4:00.

Ah!

This is probably my last entry before heading out, so here's a few Do's and Don'ts to pay attention to when I'm away.

• Do watch American Idol


• Do vote for Elliott Yamin-- he rocks


• Do watch Amazing Race


• Do continue to email me


• Do enjoy the sun


• Do take the TTC whenever possible


• Do watch that funny Front Street Bakery commercial-- hilarious


• Do miss me
• Don't watch Da Vinci Code without me


• Don't mobile me, since I'm not bringing my cell


• Don't try the new Green Tea Latte at Starbucks-- it's nasty and is just powder

Wish me luck and hope I don't forget something!

Does my title make sense? I suppose "Uninspired Ramblings" would've done the trick.

I want to write something, but I'm so uninspired to write anything meaningful. There are no juices in my brain at the moment. Perhaps it's because I'm the just going through the constant route of work.

Sleep, dress, commute, work, small talk, work, lunch, small talk, work, commute, home, dinner, couch, sleep, and begin again.

I've been taking up swimming for another term, just because I think swimming beats going to the gym. I feel my instructor, this frosh from George Brown, is very frustrated with me because she says my breaststroke needs "some work." Considering that swimming instructors always seem to give you very encouraging feedback like "good" even when you know you ain't got it, "some work" sounds pretty bad.

My main problem is my flutter-kick. Apparently, I'm not flexing enough, and not my feet are not angled enough. But seriously, it's like unnatural to put your legs in this kind of position. To teach me, she decides she would hold onto my feet and flutter-kick for me, just so that I could get the gist of what I should do. Although she had good intentions, she nearly drowned me since I found myself not stroking and breathing to the same rhythm as her fluttering.

My dives suck too.

Anyways, I'm going to show her my magnificient breaststroke, you'll see.

What else is new? I have been attempting to catch a billion TV shows, now that there isn't much to do after work. During the first bit, I have attempted to regularly watch (1) Grey's Anatomy, (2) American Idol, (3) Desperate Housewives, (4) Will and Grace, (5) The Office, (6) Falcon Beach: "It's HOT" (7) Rick Mercer Report, and (8) the occasional King of Queens. Obviously, this is a mind-killing amount of TV, and I have given up on all of them except (2), (3), (5), and (7).

Those are your daily Pick 4.

More rambles perhaps another time. In the meantime, perhaps you guys can inspire me to write something-- I'm taking suggestions for what you want to read. Haha.

Now that I have returned to the world of co-op employment, there really hasn't been that much to talk about in my predictible life.

Quite bitter, I am, as a matter of fact.

I decided to be a good Catholic boy and attend mass this week, but to my disbelief, our associate pastor, Fr. Huang, has resigned from our parish and will be returning to what I believe to be Taiwan, where he originally resides.

Anyways, I have always sensed some subtle turmoil between the pastoral team ever since we installed a new leading pastor, Fr. Leung. He is a rather strict and incredibly conservative (even more so that what I have expected in a Roman Catholic church).

During the homily today, Fr. Huang, told us the news, and pretty much set everything straight with congregation-- since, according to my parents, there has been some rumours floating around about why exactly he decided to go.

He was completely straightforward, and a bit shocking actually. It was quite incredible for a priest, a Catholic priest, to be so upfront and personal with the congregation. He was always been my favourite priest to attend mass to, just because he always talks about things that are relevant, and are just great to listen to. Sure, he speaks Cantonese with an awful Taiwanese Mandarin accent, which often means I only intake about 60-70% at most of what he's saying, but seriously, he understands people more, he understands that not everyone enjoys the unappealing "lecture-like" homilies that our Catholic faith seems to appreciate.

Anyways, he pretty much said exactly the culprit who instigated his resignation-- the parish's administrative secretary. I was just quite shocked that he actually revealed the person and putting him/her on the spot like that. It seemed so.... un-church-like.

Fr. Huang pretty much said that he did not want this individual has his farewell party, which took place on Friday. However, the individual did indeed show up and Fr. Huang just left. Left his own farewell party.

Seriously, this is a priest, a person who is to lead our congregation towards the ways of the Jesus; and this is exactly the opposite of that. Even though things were racing through my head during the homily, I really admired his honesty and I give him great respect for having the courage the things that he said. Seriously, that is like me telling everyone at the congregation that I'm gay and that I'm going to get married at our parish.

He told us and admitted that what he did was not very "Christian" of him to do; even citing references of Jesus-- but of which story specifically, I don't remember. He mentioned that when someone struck Jesus' left arm, he also gave the man his right arm to be hit. But to Fr. Huang's defence, even Jesus asked his "striker" why he needed to be hit, when he did nothing wrong.

Even in the Church Bulletin was without positive words, citing words like he's "physically and mentally tired" and that leaving would "allow a smoother execution of the daily operations of the parish."

I am really going to miss him as he leaves our parish later this week. Regardless of whoever is "right" or "wrong", I truly commend him for having the courage to speak up and let everyone know. His homily has made me realize that priests are human too, even though we sometimes don't think of them that way-- and that I really admire.

Fr. Huang - [chinesemartyrs.org]

Happy New Year everyone! I hope everyone managed to face reality and return back to your respective work or school places.

Because I certainly am not ready for post-holiday reality. I'm awfully groggy and moody lately-- especially since I have to get up at 7:30 am daily to get to work.

I seriously think my tiredness is because my body is still attempting to digest the food consumed during the two weeks after I returned from Waterloo. I probably ate as much during the holidays as I would in a month in Waterloo.

I'm sure little Baby Jesus is shaking his head at our holiday gluttony.

Who hates having haircuts, say AI.

AI!

It's been a month since my last confession haircut, and usually around this time there are vital signs that indicate the need for a trimming:

1. There is a prominent border that separates the long strands of hair on the top of my head and the side strands-- most evident during my morning look


2. I start to do the following when I'm bored:
   • Twirl my sideburns
   
   
   • Play and go through my hair

Being that I really enjoyed my sister's new fobby haircut, I thought I'd steal the hairstylist's business card form her. So there I went, feeling confident that I'd get a nice fobby, yet equally important, conservative haircut. There was quite a lot of people at that place-- which I suppose was expected given it was a Saturday afternoon. Then I looked at the sign, and apparently the whole on OMNI News: Cantonese Edition's news team gets their hair done here.

The anchors aren't exactly people from L'Oreal commericials, but still. At least they have some hairstyling cred.

Shampoo: Rub it baby, rub it
Anyways, it was time for my shampoo; the best part of everything haircut adventure. But to my dismay, a twentysomething fobby boy was the only one in sight who could wash my hair. Through my experiences, they usually do not have a good head-rubbing track record, and he was no exception. He pretty much didn't give a shit, and used his pussy hands and just lathered as if my hair is going to bite off his fingers.

Anyway, suffice to say, he totally didn't give me a very "organic experience." Oh man, it just feels so good to have someone rub my head-- vigourously and rhythmically.

Must... get... mind... out... of gutter

Personally, I enjoy the hands of a trendy see-lai digging into my scalp, my temples, and every other part of my hair region. Seriously, they totally know how to rub a man's scalp. There were on many occaisions where I'm totally moaning in my head (just like Herbal Essences) just because it felt so damn good.

Yeah, the shampoo guy was pretty crazy-- aside from the pussy fingers. I was actually kinda shocked and freaked out. Not only did he manage to get water rolling down my back (which is intersting given that I'm in a horizontal position), he almost gave me a whiplash on the sink, as he almost let go of my head after lifting it up to get the back portion of my head.

Ah!

Watch out: Snip snip
Anyways, the haircut portion was no good too. I swear, I've always wondered, how does one effectively communicate to the stylist of exactly how your hair to be cut? In the beginning, I was thinking that I'm just lousy at communicating, but now that I'm totally anal and have extensive conversations with the stylist before s/he brings the knife scissors, I'm really starting to get quite irritated.

Well, my hair is not bad-- aside from the fact that it's apparently according to Bow and Leo, "prominently shifted"-- and there's nothing that a little product can't fix-- but my hair totally didn't look like what I had in mind-- it never does.

Well, at the same time, trying to look like Steven (right) from BOYZ is quite ambitious I suppose. Tee hee.

Next time, I'm totally going to print out this picture of Steven and show it to them. Arrrgh.

My dear Liz (who I affirm is cool, by the way) tagged me just yesterday, even despite not being half done my tomorrow-due Economic Analyses assignment, I have the sudden urge to play this game.

Here we go.

Random Thing #1: I would like to be cremated
I feel like I really don't want to take up so much space, and I really don't want to live in a casket. Actually, it would be nice if I could be buried on a rooftop garden. I think that would be a great place to settle for eternity. Maybe on top of the TD Tower-- of course, it must be designated a heritage site first. I wouldn't want to be bulldozed.

Hey I will use my existence on the top of the TD Tower to force the City to designate the building as a heritage site. Then, my life would serve a greater purpose! Hail Mies van der Rohe!

This is when my grandmas will say, "CHOY!"
PS: CHOY is what Cantonese people say when you say "jinxing" things such as death. The English equivalent of "CHOY" is "Don't ever say these things!"

Random Thing #2: Chewing Communion?
Being the "true" Catholics that we are, our family never sits at the front of the church during mass. Last week, however, was an exception because there were no other seats available for us. Anyways, I took notice that people were chewing on the host.

I rememeber vividly in Grade Two, when we first received communion, Sister Edwards, our strict school principal, told us never to chew on the host, because symbolically, you would be chewing on Jesus. Instead, you're supposed to let the wafer get soggy on your tongue, and swallow it without ever using your teeth.

Sidenote: This topic almost sounds dirty.

Anyways, I've been thinking about this for quite a while, whether what Sister Edwards says is true. I'm going to go Google this when I have time, and I will get back to you. I refuse to ask the pastor, becuase I'm afraid of the consequences. Haha.

Random Thing #3: I want to molest frosh
I was pretty much in the lab for the entire duration where I didn't have class. There were a few folks in the lab who asked me how to add money on your FES printing account. Of course, being an elderly UW student that I am-- in which is quite depressing-- I was glad to help. He brought up the point that it was stupid how we get a print out about "Insufficient Funds", if we have insufficient funds. It totally reminded me when I was an innocent frosh, just like him.

Also today, I saw Planning frosh measuring the Modern Languages Courtyard for their first Urban Design project. That brought back so many wonderful memories of late nights in the REV and V1 Great Hall.

Anyways, some of the frosh are HOT! Some look like all innocent, while others simply don't even look like frosh. No matter which type you are, I'm ready to molest.

Random Thing #4: My roommates are the best
My roommates rock! I love the fact that my roommate Jacob is more particular about cleanliness than I am! In every house, I always delegate myself the task to clean the tub, whenever mildew and other grossness accumulates on the tub surface. Today, Jacob actually initiated the cleaning adventure himself!

He's also quite the sweet guy-- not to me but to his girlfriend. They are a great couple. Jacob placed a Post-It note on the fridge door today to remind me and, and my other roommate, Abhi "to be careful not to crush the flowers." He is giving it to his girlfriend on Friday.

Awwww.

Abhi is great too. He could definitely prepare some amazing lamb dishes and he is appropriately social. In other words, he socializes an appropriate amount that he a great person to have around, but not too social to the point that he's irritatingly having visitors.

Abhi is in Comp Eng, and Jacob is in Math/Biz.

Oh, did I mention that no dishes have yet to be accumulated on the sink? This is a living-away first for me!

Random Thing #5: Matt the UWATERLOO model
Since I've set foot in the University of Waterloo, I've longed to be in those happy multicultural photos in campus brouchures of students you see carrying out student activities around campus.

Anyways, my wish was finally granted this week. I was part of a photo session in the Winter term for CECS's newest co-op employment marketing strategy called "Employ. Ability." and the brochures were distributed this week. I was not featured in the ES pullout but for the Faculty of Science.

But whatever, I can cross one thing off my list. Woo!

I?ve officially cross off Lindsay Lohan off my to-do list.
Not because she was... uh... done, but because my fantasy with her is over. [Remember this entry?]

Yes I know, we indeed had a short-lived relationship, but you can?t really blame me. I'm really starting to see the correlation between her and Britney Spears: natural fugliness. It's magically amazing what excessive makeup, some strategic lighting and a some photoshop magic can do to a celebrity.

C'mon at least Britney's pictures were from paparazzis, this one was taken with YTV's The Hit List Host, gee whiz. Eww, look at her excessive freckles.

Sometimes I wonder what they can do with me if I get the fortune to be on GQ, CosmoGirl or [Insert Magazine Here]. ....hey, or maybe the can work their magic and make me Lindsay Lohan, ohhh or maybe Hilary Duff! Yes, I want to be Hilary Duff.

HAPPY DECEMBER EVERYONE!

I'm really feeling the Christmas spirit, and for once I don't have stupid school this term to make me bitter during this special time of year. I shamefully watched Nick and Jessica's Family Christmas tonight. It was actually quite an entertaining show and made me all gooey inside.

Jessica is a pretty good singer; one pet peeve is that she has pseudo-seizures during her performances. Its so bad that I have to close my eyes to enjoy her singing. Brian McKnight is pretty amazing. His effortlessly strong voice and humble character makes him pretty sexy. I have nothing to say about Nick Lachey, his remaining boyband posse, and Ashlee Simpson. They all suck.

I think I'm ready to dig out the Christmas music out, go I can feel more gooey. Whenever I hear Oh Holy Night, I get all paralyzed, and I have to pause and listen-- I'm a big sucker for that song. What sucks is that I don't get to hear the Christmas music they play at Chapters-- which I took for granted, it feels so weird not working there.

Though there's this one song that I will forever not tolerate: Barbra Striesand's renditon of what I call "Jingle Bells on Crack."

Note: Due to database corruption issues from November 7, 2004 to December 21, 2004, entry comments may been deleted, or misplaced. I have tried to recall some of the comments that was mentioned.

Yes, it's blog time. I'm going to blog more often, I promised myself. Also, there will be a new layout when I post the next entry.

I've been feeling a little down the past few days. I think it has to do with the weather and how the days are getting shorter and shorter. It's like when I get up in the morning, it's dark. When I get home, it's dark. It really begins to affect your mood. Not to mention how there has been so cloudy and overcast the past few days. It really doesn't help with the downness. On the contrary, today is actually sunny, so that I'm happy with.

Nothing is really new in my life to report and hence, there really has not been much to really blog about. So from now 'til December, I think I'll just ramble about what I'm thinking in my head.

I've been super-tired the past few days. I running on no reserve energy. I'm just living day by day on 6.5 hours sleep and I stupidly stayed up until 2:30 the other night; so I've been binge-coffee-drinking at work since then. It's so hard to stay awake, especially in the afternoon. I should be bring a pin-needle chair to keep me awake. Or some good music. Yeah, good music.

My shopping problem:
I think I have a shopping problem. Now that I'm working, I have this intense urge to shop. And it doesn't help when I have such a plethera of accessible places to shop. I'm always continuing this notion that even though I don't completely like it, I'll buy it anyways, because I can just later return it.

I never do.

Then later when I find the garment in my closet, I'm like "What the hell was I thinking?" Yes, this is me. Maybe it's because I hate decision making and to make my life easier, I'll just give in and buy it. Yes, I'm weak. But as we always say, knowing is half the battle!

Yes, I'm a slave for consumerism... and for you (but not for Britney).

Maybe Ashlee Simpson though. I realy enjoyed the SNL performance. It keeps me entertained. I still giggle about it everytime I see her crazy dancing. And it doesn't help when the band had grins on their faces after she stepped on out. Here's her performance: take a look. Haha.

Matt Status:
- Work's been busy, but doing well.
- Saw The Grudge (3 1/2 stars), Team America (3 stars)
- Didn't go to WatPubs this week
- Looking forward to the weekend

how was my summer in a nutshell? my apologies for not being on top of my updating. now that i have a boring life called full-time employment, i'm sure i will be blogging more. so cum back soon!

At the Falls.

This is for you, Suffling. MU HA HA!

Here at the Rainforest Cafe at Clifton Hill

had a blast in Niagara Falls. Went with Bow, Leo and Mark. Who knew there was so much to do at the Falls other than look at the Falls? I managed to tranform my $5 into $10. Aren't I great? YAY ME! WOOOO!

hung out in Waterloo with bow and leo and stayed at my place at 69 Anus. we took advantage of the abundance of XS sizes in the clearance racks in all three malls -- conestoga, fairview, and cambridge centre. managed to get a hell-lot of stuff, primarly shirts for work.

i saw a billion movies: princess diaries 2 (which was magically delicious!), collateral (which was kinda stupid, but has tom cruise), and the pitiful movie of all, Wicker Park (omg, seriously dumb-ass movie, with a dumb-ass lead actor).

me and bowie managed to happily waste time and we bought those fun "Colour By Numbers" at Curry's. Yay! I miss colouring sooooo much. Life was fun when all we did was colour. The days.... sigh...

Finally got a chance to see ThomASS! Me and Tom met up in good timing for the Unionville Jazz Festival in Main Street. We were discussing how the whole freaking country is having a Jazz Fest. Doesn't seem like a big whoop any more :p Tell me how dinner-coffee went, Tom.

oh yeah, also finally saw Ed, Nathan, Andrew and other others at Club 300. T'was fun :)

Oh yeah, my marks finally get in on QUEST. I didn't do that bad in Microeconomics as I thought: 65. However, because of it, my average is at an all time low: 78.

I think that was pretty much the gist of the summer. now onto the bad stuff of my non-summerness.....

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!

Hello, I have something good to report.

I was at the Dana Porter library, as usual on the seventh floor. Because of my new initiative to be more fit and more green, I have become accustomed to not take the elevator down to the ground floor. This is among other reasons, because the elevator is just way to slow to get here.

Anyways, I was going down the stairs. Sort of in this hopping fashion, just hopping away at down the stairs. I wasn't sure why I was hopping but anyways, that's besides the point. Here's the good news. I think I'm finally growing a chest. Yes, PLEASE ALERT THE PRESS! Say hello to my bouncy chest. Big pecs, here I come! See, when I was hopping away, I felt my chest kinda not moving in sync with my body. It's sorta this mini-jiggle. Yay, you don't understand how happy I am. I haven't really haven't had a chest since my days of puberty when I had like over-hormoned mammory glands.

So yes, no more airport runways on my chest! This is a new beginning everyone. This is a new begiining of tighter t-shirts to show off my ever-growing chest. I can finally find a nice shirt, where the shirt actually hangs off my chest and not solely on my ill-defined shoulders.

Wow, maybe I'm getting carried away. But lets really hope this is a growing trend. I must stick to my "Waterloo" diet: eat unhealthily and bike everywhere, and see what happens.

OMG, I can't wait! Just wait boys and girls, hot Matt is coming to a community near you.

mattypoo is awfully tired because he is tired from getting up at 5 to take the greyhound back to the loo. yay me. tho its kinda refreshing not being depressed about going to go back to waterloo on sunday night. because of the lovely dvp being closed all weekend (can you say "lame excuse"?), i decided to go back first thing tomorrow morning and go directly to work. i made it half-an-hour late because i just missed the GRT 101 Express.

anyways.. despite the dvp being open back in on monday morning-- my dad decided to be an ass, and not drive me down to the bus terminal-- which i guess i didn't really mind. i managed to board the 5:35 Steeles bus and seriously, the bus was FULL-- absolutely no seats. 5:35 at McCowan! and it still has to get to finch station!!! it has indeed been an enlightening experience-- LAURENCE, get some damn ass buses up here! which brings me to another thing: Why is there no Steeles Bluenight? How can a busy throughfare like Steeles not being running 24 hrs? AHHH! i was downtown for that britney spears concert and managed to get home at 5 am because I ended up having to take the Finch bluenight with my oooogling head and then transferring at McCowan!!!! matt is maaaaaaaaaaaaddd!

weekend has been pretty cool. got to see febs, mark, jenn and her boytoy on friday night. went for chinese dessert, mmmmm, its been too long. saturday night, me and martina went out for drinks downtown. we made our lovely roadtrip screaming backstreet boys songs like a bunch of little spoiled bop-tweens. i managed to sing so loud that cracked my jaw. AHHHH! it still hurts. must refraining from opening my mouth too wide... uhhh.

too bad i didn't have hilary duff in the car-- that would definitely give it that umph for my evening. mmmmmm someone give me some Duff stuff... hmmmmmmm. find me a zellers now.

t'was a cool night indeed-- hope i was a good toronto ambassador :D. one thing tho: martina's place is a mother-of-all mazes. there are like major issues with that area-- she lives at 401/427. wait until i get my hands on the traffic engineer who created this piece of ASS! nothing connects to each other and full of partial interchanges. omg. me the planner is usually pretty good at navigating but geez! AHHH! or maybe i'm used to the east end.

it's a damn ghost campus here. and shima and scotty will be leaving me soon! AHHHHHHH! it's just me and waterloo. even my beloved tim hortons is closed for the week-- and when mr matt doesn't get his coffee boost, it will not be pretty.

because i have time to kill before i get off work (and i don't wanna start my infamous long-ass entry), i'm writing a *shitty* poem.

MY WATERLOO
(dedicated to mywaterloo.ca-- my precious server source of big-ass email forwards)

Waterloo, Waterloo
wished i withdrew.
Here to timbuktu,
you smell like poo
like one's gym shoe.

Like PVA glue,
i stick to you.
With not much to do,
lifelessness accrues--
'funness' long overdue.

remaining years, just two
i'm determined to pursue
grad school at Toronto U.
what i will refuse to do,
is to meet my waterloo.

-- Excuse my bitterness. THE END.

yes, i can slack again. this feels good. a nice little break. the video documentary was a big success. well, that's what the prof and the co-associate-psychologists claims. I think its a cool video, I'll put it onto an MPEG so you guyz can take a look :D seriously, my next computer is a mac. :)

It's good old thursday, so I'm really happy about that. I really can't wait to go home this weekend. it's been an exhausting week. I managed to make my first potato salad on Tuesday! I'm so proud. The contents of it was kinda funky, I had a can of corn and muchrooms, and a pack of sausages, and boom you got yourself a meaty salad. YAY! people said they liked it-- i don't know how true these statements are, but I personally thought it was okay. I made a tonne, so whoever wants any, and I'll have it personally delivered. tee hee.

i was reading an intersting article in the Post today about how they now have this new function on your cell phone where you can put fake background music to disguse the your location. So there's background music of perhaps a dentist office, traffic jam (that's a good useful one for work!), or static on the phone so as to cut off the person. I think it's a pretty good gadget to have, but what about morality issues? or is this for fun? hmmmm.... maybe i can make a background to sound like i'm doing it-- that would definitely be fun.

FYI: Hilary Duff is coming to Much next saturday! setting standards of annoying little tween girls everywhere. mmmmm

Oh the feeling of Spring, it feels so nice, so orgasmic. Just in time to fulfill my dirty "Lenten Sacrifice". Spring is nice. No more ugly blistering winters, no more ugly poofy jackets, and things come to life again-- birds, trees, and everything. Makes me really happy.

Anyways, this weekend was good-- despite stupid car trouble. We won't get into that. To sum it up, Canadian Tire sucks shit, Midas kicks serious ass. Managed to go to Markville as the shit-ass-nissan was the the process of fixing-- no, i stand corrected, in the process to be told that "the car can't be serviced today". Seriously CanTire has serious customer service problems. Dammit! I waited 3 hours to find out they can't service my car, what the fuck! I'm so mad!!!!! They can take an exhaust pipe and shove it!!!!!!!!!!! Car diagnosis: Brake pad worn.

Saw Melissa Manickam at the Gap, where she works. She's doing okay-- it was nice seeing her. Also, I saw Jono, TWICE! Once at Peachtree, and once at a Mei Chuen with Dian-ers. Was cool to catch up on each others stuff-- they both work at PricewaterhouseCoopers-- don't mix business with pleasure, you two. I enjoy bumping into people. Maybe I'm nosy and I like to know what other people are up to. lol.

Expect a new layout soon. I'm tired of this one-- the poor quality of graphics is bothering me.

I have completely forgotten that it is Ash Wednesday. Argh, I'm so bad. I packed a good lunch and everything, and I'm going to Shima's for the big anticipated dinner! Go Christ! Anyways, God forgive me. Hmmm, what am I going to give up this Lenten season? Any ideas?

I understand that living with roommates, you've got to compromise and co-operate with one another, but when is enough enough? Maybe I'm a spoiled bratt that always got his own way back at home, but I find is extremely hard to continuously having to sacrifice, when others don't seem to be doing their fair share.

Every morning, there has to be a fight for the washroom: and this will continue until the end of the term as we both work at 8:30 and he takes ridiculously long showers. The phone is another issue: I'm a girl and I need the phone. But it is constantly tied down by my roommate and his girlfriend. And the usual problems arises: dishes are never clean, people continuously "missing" the toilet when pissing. I'm tired of this crap.

I know I am a selfish bastard who wants everything my own way, but my tolerance has drained to my toes. I have politely spoken about these problems, but it seems that he just doesn't care. People have been telling me to "suck it up", but I'm really afraid that one day I will just explode-- I'm tired of being a doormat. And, yes I'm only on the halfway point in my rent lease, oh my. Here's another reason why I wanna go to U of T. Argh. Is there such thing as a "good roommate"? Is that, too, an oxymoron? Well, maybe not, Gary, is the best roommate I've had, like, ever!

Enough ranting. Weekend was fun, Paolo has this amazing bachelor pad midtown at Bathurst & St Clair. What a nice neighbourhood. Nice downtown atmosphere, without being exactly downtown. Efficient streetcar service, and exciting storefronts. Argh, so nice. :D Had a very good time, me and Paolo passed out, but donno why Martina was all sober-- Shawn left early :D Also got to see Mambo Italiano at Eric's on Saturday, what a good movie, lol. So funny :D I love Angelo's shirts! WOO!

That is all. Oh weekend, weekend, please come to me now!

Yes, Happy New Year everyone! It's been an amazing holiday. Although I worked a hell lot, I had a lot of fun with everyone. From the downtown shopping trips downtown, to the tim horton's soliciting, to the hydra bar events (tho lots of coughing), was a lot of fun.

Me, Gillian and Bowie went to go see the Princess Diana Exhibit on New Years Eve. It was pretty good, there was lots of cool stuff, from her report cards, her clothes, her childhood, her marriage, her contributions and her death. But wow, I could smell the estrogen in the room-- if you know what I mean. I didn't know that Diana, too, has a history of Royalty? and she was soooo well-off, she wasn't exactly and "ordinary girl" as people often portrayed. This being said with all respect, of course.

Spend the New Years countdown with Bow, Leo, and Eric and Nathan Phillips Square-- it was a lot of fun. Though there wasn't any time to get prepped out and get excited as we arrived at like 11:50. lol. Lots of drunk people and lots of riotting. Finally had a chance to see Leo's apartment; very nice indeed. :P we had excellent Thai food in a restuarant near Chinatown. It was kinda scary because they made this scary poster where red ink is dripping off the image canvas. It really resembles blood-- SCARY!

I saw two movies this holiday: Mona Lisa Smile and Cold Mountain. Both excellent, excellent movies! It is really funny how women have evolved so much since just 50 years ago. It is crazy. As for Cold Mountain, mmmmm two hot people. Ms. Kidman, and Mr. Law. mmmmmmm! Besides their hotness, this was a really good movie-- nothing like the English Patient (which I utterly hated).. and Renee Zellwegger is so funny.

Chapters was quite fun. I met a lot of cool new people and its exciting to see good changes in the store. We officially have one more manager, which sucks and the company made up funny but stupid events such as "Men's Day"-- sounds kinda kinky doesn't it? Anyways, its a day for those clueless guys that don't know what to get for their significant other-- so we became "Personal Shoppers" to give them advice-- this event flopped. very low participation-- as expected.

Yes, there's lots to update. So I'm just going to attack this one.

Merry Christmas!
I hope everyone had a good Christmas-Chanukah-Kwanzaa-Solstice, or whatever. I had a good one, lots of family thingies, lots of cool gifts (Thanks everyone), lots of fun, and lots of food. It kinda feels nice-- seems like the Christmas spirit and returned upon me. Me happy. It funny when you're looking for gifts, that's when you find the most things for urself. AIYA! I got myself a wool jacket from Old Navy-- only $60! Yay me. Yes, I'm diseased with the spirit of consumerism-- but still the thought and effort that counts-- especially meaningful gifts.

Pictures
http://mattism.hyperdot.net/pics/uwii

Ernst & Young Dinner
Yes, I was Bowie's date for her Ernst & Young dinner-- where she will be working in the Winter Term. Bowie was all festively-dressed, which was very nice. She got her top at Le Chateau, so it was kinda skanky--but not sleep-with-the-boss skanky. lol. Anyways, it was so rainy that day, and I hate driving on the espressway in the pouring rain-- but we made it okay.

Food was good. So much people, omg, there was 10 people per table and 300 tables-- if i can do my math correctly: that was 3000 people. Wowsers. There was such an age gap between us and the others. You would expect older people to be more civilized and well-mannered. But, some stuck-up bitch (probably some boss' wife) interrupted our table, and asked if she could take the red wine from our table because her table was out. Seriously, how rude. Geez, just ask the wait staff. Can you say "Alcohol Abuse"? Dinner was folloed by, of course, the dance, very good cool oldies music. But for some reason, they played 50 Cent. lol, I thought that was funny.

As we left, they offered free rides home-- if only I knew, so I would've drank and left my car at home. BOO!!!!! So we took advantage of the free cab ride and roamed around downtown. lol, we're money wasting losers.

Chapters
Yes, it's not a Christmas unless I work at Chapters. For the most part, I'm enjoying it! This year, NO CHRISTMAS MUSIC! Indigo is finally listening to customers and staff--its about time. I was so happy. Instead, we had Josh Groban, Beetles, Nora Jones-- very Indigo. I wished they played Michael Buble. I really love Josh Groban, Closer is an amazing CD.

Surprisingly no bitchy customers-- I've noticed this Christmas has been a better one for everyone, including myself-- I hope my observation hold true for all. Anyways, tonnes of new faces. The store currently has the highest number of employees in the store's history. Wowsers. I'm enjoying the new people- very very cool. Bumped into lots of FMM bookbuyers: Sandra/Lesley, Herberth/Vernon, Christine Calderon, and Tommers. and Mark F., too.

Marks
I surprisingly did relatively okay. I'm shocked about ecology but disappointed in Stats and Metro Planning. bleh, whatever, it's done.

Boxing Day
Yes, Boxing Day has become overrated. Thank God I worked and got time-and-a-half. But I did make a trip to the Club Monaco/Roots Outlet/Globo during my break. Went to Danier too, bleh. Retardedness- sale my ass.

omg, there really no place like home. it's so good to have a home cooked meal (when "home cooked", i don't mean the nasty shit that i make in waterpoo), i miss my 'sun fai' and my 'drink tea' times. there's nothing better than markham's bbt, markham's world-class chinese food, markham's bestest bookstore *ahem*, and all the great people that live here ;) -- it's good to be back.

anyways, i finished my exams on friday night, and my Planning buddies went out for East Sides and later off to the bar-- it was my first time at Philthy'scuz every time we go, we ALWAYS have to wait in line forever. So yeah we actually got in. YAY.

Here was the situtation:
Anyways, there's this girl there that I've had a crush on since Frosh Week-- yes, that's 1? years. We talked a lot that week, because she was in the same team as me in the E.S. Frosh Events. But because she's in Environment & Resource Studies (the tree huggers), we didn't talk as much. I donno, she's really pretty, eccentric-- she not hot-hot, but there's something about her that is so damn attractive. Partially because of her confidence. She is mixed, I'm sure-- but she looks different from other mixed girls. ARGH! So pretty.

Anyways, during my partially drunken state; I remember telling her how attractive she is -- I know I said more, but I don't remember exactly what. I really hope I didn't make a fool of myself. AIYA. I've bumped into her so many times in the summer, and it's always been so refreshing to see her-- I won't say that I "like her-like her", but I really wanna get to know her better. Let's hope I didn't spoil it that night-- though I'm glad that I told her-- sort of. But sometimes, I feel like she's out of my league cuz she's so cool and attractive. :( I donno.

So yes, I donno what to say when I see her again-- I don't know if I should bring up that night or what. What to do, what to do. She follows the coop stream 8 sequence, like me but I'm not sure if she has a job.

Aside from that, I had a really good time that night. Shima, Martina, Paolo, Mark, Ghrace, my fellow Imprinter Dursh, The Konja Kids: Norio and Hitoshi, Ram / Gary and company joined us. I had a blast. It definitely made up for all the non-partying this shitty shitty term it has been.

Note to self: Talk about work stuff, and make a list of "Second Year Lessons Learned"

First and foremost, I'd like to curse the person who stole my bike. I hope that he/she rot in hell, and fails all his/her exams, loses all his/her notes, hope he/she dies a horrible death and get fed by obnoxious seagulls and geese. ARGH!!!!

So yes, some idiot stole my bike. What the fuck. I stupidly did not lock it because my stupid lock was completely frozen and my keyhole couldn't even get through. People don't understand how important a bike is...Yes, die you damn inconsiderate, dishonest, immoral mother-fucker. I hope my voice stays in his/her head of my chanting curses at him/her! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DAMN YOU.

Now that I have let that out, this week has been not-so "hellish" as I thought. Things are turning out okay, well, perhaps its becuase I've just stopped caring as much-- I'm not sure. I have one thing left on the agenda: Ecology Exam on Friday afternoon. The worst one of all is also the last one. That sucks. Ecology can kiss my skinny pale Chinese ass.

Chapters called me yesturday to see if I will be returning to work this Christmas. I'm very surprised they called and I insisted. How could I possibly turn them down when they called to ask me. So perhaps, I may not have too much of a Christmas break, but perhaps I'll make a little extra cash. I'll probably start Monday.

I miss all you Markham people! Markham feels like home. Waterloo feels yucky, like the mildew in your shower walls. Better yet, the fungus growing on the mildew-- like my disgusting shower ceiling. EW. Don't worry, it's cleaned now. I'm going to me home as of Saturday afternoon. I'm so happy!

I have this song in my head... the festive mood is really coming on to me. YAY! My roommate Jaime made the house very festive and pretty for the holidays with lights, wreaths, bows-- the works! Very nice.

Anyways.. I'm here in the Lab again, trying to get my stats studying done-- but I'm tired and frustrated. And there's no better remedy that to blog about my happenings.

hmmm... I didn't do all that much this weekend. I was basically with Shima for the entire weekend doing the stupid Urban Tree Preservation Project-- we are still not done. We promised to go see a movie last weekend-- and so we did. Me, Lizzie, Jeffy, and Shimie, went to go see Matrix Revolutions. What a crappy movie-- they just extended a movie with boring gadget action sequences. B-O-R-I-N-G, I want my money back. I should have seen Love Actually or somehting. Got myself a nice Roots Fleece to cheer myself up! WOO!

My story of the day:
I'm pretty sure many us are have been totally gloomy for the past few days--and so am I. I was in the D.P. Library getting off the elevator about to go to class-- I'm tired, moody, and frustrated-- but then this stranger just looked my way and have gave me a nice genuine smile. It's really refreshing, and it really did cheer up my day! It's sometimes just so rare to see a smile these days-- but I don't mean those giddy cheery university students that are constantly happy (like some frosh who need a slap)-- but yeah, it was really nice of that guy. So yes, I encourage everyone to just smile-- its a little thing that does a lot-- it really does make a person's day as it did mine.

happy belated halloween! lol. I'm so glad to be in Toronto. Waterloo is not a bad place, i have to admit, however, i hate it because the school is there. The place reaks of school (and manure)-- that's why i hate it.

the last few weeks have been such a strain on me physically and mentally. i'm just so tired. i just feel like sometimes, perhaps, i'm overdoing things. overdo essays (e.g. thinking too intently), overthink things, etc. it just seems like i don't deserve the marks considering what effort i placed on assignments etc-- and everyone else seems to be doing better. i have no job, bad grades, my sublet is not taken, and to make it worse "the month of hell" is approaching. i'm scared, stressed, and have major PMS and intolerance. i really try to not have these get to the best of me, but sometimes it's just so hard.

On another note, so yes, my water was brown on friday, very disgusting, cuz I unnoticingly brushed my teeth that morning with that water-- i only discovered when i flushed the toilet after peeing. EW!

watched an excellent movie called "down with love"-- starring Renee Zellwegger, and Ewan McGregor at Mark's house. i think i'm 'down with love' too. don't need it, and don't need chocolate either. :D What a fantabulous movie, lol. then off to timmy's we went an played an unsuccessful game of Bazaar. lol

tonight, went out for drinks at Jack Astors with Tommers, Elisa, Janelle & bf.. I was good times for the most part, though i seriously dread the Jack Astors atmosphere. Their attempt at humour is so fucking retarded-- they all need anti-giddiness pills or something. argh. Then, their humour and giddiness suddenly halts, when Jonathan (Janelle's bf) shows his non-Ontario driver's license and has over a billion people inspect it, wtf?!?

it's time to enjoy my last day of the weekend before i hit hell-hole school again, yikes. have a great week!

i need to cut my hair, any suggestions on place? style? color?

Required Music Downloads:
Chingy- Right Thur
David Usher - Time Of Our Lives
Barlow - Walk Away
John Mayer - Bigger Than My Body
Ataris - Boys of Summer

hey hey... i feel like updating... so here i am.

hmmm.. what did i do? It's my first weekend staying here in Waterloo this term!(well, sort of)

let's see, on friday... Went to toronto to do some clubbing. Ben is a dancer there, so I thought I'd join him. We went with his pal James, very nice fella. Well, I didn't know I cause a small ruckus that night cuz my insensitivity and negligence. Nevertheless, things are resolved and we now have an understanding.

Well, the drive back to Waterloo as HELL! If you all remember, it was raining crazy that night. We seriously could not see anything, and the wipers were going like mad-- and with all the trucks on the 401 splashing rain at us, it wasn't pleasant.

Saturday was really quiet during the day. My roommate Paul was busy with his girlfriend, who came up for the weekend; Jeff's sister came to Waterloo for a soccer match-- the other roommates went home. So I ended up going to the mall alone :S Acutally, it was kinda fun, I bought some clubbing apparel at the Bay and some gifts. Buying things makes me happy. :D

That night, Jeff and sister and I went to a farewell house party of our old floormate Mariana who is an exchange student from australia. I wouldn't say I had the best time, just cuz I knew only my floor people-- so we left early. Jeff rented Bowling for Columbine-- it was a pretty cool docu-movie.

Monday, Bowie and I had 33 cents wings night again at the Bomber. So weird, the small female bouncer asked us for our License AND WatCard, what the hell. That is mad! Well, later that night (about 11.00p) I went to the Mac Lab to print some stuff for my design project. I had to print my cube images with the heavy duty colour printer, only to realize that I have no money on my WATcard! AHHH! Then, when I was going home, my bike peddle chains got all screwy... and me being the handyman that i am... had no idea what to do. And all these people just passed me by without asking how i was doing. ARGH.. it IS like (12.30a) now in Booney Waterloo. I eventually fixed it.

I stayed up til 4 last night to finish my design project.. FINALLY, I'M DONE! Me happy. So yes, I already have 2 coop job rejections! ARGH ARGH.. i hate coop so much. Seeing that "NO" in the database crushes my heart. :S

Thats it for now.
PS: WHO WANTS TO SEE JOHN MAYER?!?

hey everyone...

i just survived the first round of coop application submissions and let me tell you.. i'm completely exhausted... i really hope to stay in Toronto for the coop term just so that I can not only save some money... it would just kick-ass more in the T-Dot. There's four more postings left in the span of the two weeks. that, and the burden of school work is fucking killing me.

tonight, was 33 cents wings night at the bomber, and of course, I-- the cheapskate who doesn't want to cook -- took advantage of the event. Planning Tiff, her bf, Greg, and Laurier chick Connie came along... it was good times.

the weekend was fantabulous.. had a lot of dinners with family since it was the big aunt/mom/grandma dinner.. uff. the one pack is definitely doing it's thing. :S

I managed to pull some time to go downtown to see the play "Two Pianos, Four Fingers." with Bowie and the Elgin (near the Eaton Centre). It's a comedy play protraying the stereotypes of the pianists' pressures in practicing and what not. Then, had a Starbucks run. Funny enough, I bumped into my roommate Jaime who so happened to be in Toronto (she doesn't normally come to T.O. like moi). It felt really good to just get out and just talk about the problems and stresses we're experiencing. Thanks Bowie for the ticks, had an excellent time... :D

Friday was a fun night of coffee followed karaoke with the good old buddies from high school-- Ems, Eric, Eug, Mark, Bow, Roce, Jenn, Leo... wow.. excellent night and a very late night :S

I donno why.... tho I'm not as depressed as I was a few weeks ago, I thought I'd like to share my experiences with you... I really want this blog to reflect my true self -- what I'm up to, what I'm feeling, and what truly is in my head.

Well.. I think that the first few weeks have been so tough for me is that I'm afraid. I'm afraid of being by myself -- this term has definitely been where I have had so much time by myself, it's a miserable feeling. Especially my walks home from school (which is about 20mins), you're just by urself-- alone. Not only are you not walking with anyone, there is no one around you (I indeed live in the Boonies)-- completely alone. When you're at that state, you start to think of stupid things and you continue question urself, and why I chose what I chose.

-- Why did I have choose to live on Amos which is 20 mins away?
-- Why can't I sleep at night?
-- Why didn't I learn to cook during the summer?
-- Why I even choose Waterloo in the first place?
-- [ This is not an exhaustive list ]

The questions just continue to linger and linger in your head. I'm afraid of being by myself. I truly enjoy the constant company of others, it prevents you from thinking stupid things. I miss living at REV so much. I so do.

Secondly, perhaps because I had such a great summer, and now having the burdens of school work and job searching on my shoulders.. it has been too drastic of a change. I continue to wish that it was still Summer... It was just so great, there was nothing to worry about; everything was taken care of.... it was great.

Despite the problems, I'm getting better.... I'm not cured, but i'm better. I just hope I can put this behind me and just put my mind on more important things.
I've always told people to instead of thinking of things you don't have, think of the things you DO have. But somehow, along the way, I've forgotten about it. I hope i can do that again :D

I'll let you know of my progress.

PS: I finally have internet. I've missed y'allz on MSN...

hey hey. so glad to be back in Toronto. Good food. Good fun. Good no-school-crap. (Okay, the last one was pushing it)

I haven't gone clubbin in soo long. So Tommers pulled me to go to Fly along with Will and Pam. I personally don't like Fly, but whatever. Nevertheless, I had a grrrreat time (despite being a D.D.) and I'm glad he pulled me along, THANKS TOM. I love Pam so much, she's such a sweetie and a very cool UW-in-Toronto going out buddy. Not to mention we have similar Planning prospects. ;) So yeah.. saw quite a lot of people there and it was great to see everyone.

On my way home, I was pulled over by the police! ARGH! Apparently, I didn't stop on the red light when I was turning right. ( I really don't recall ) Anyways, he yelled at me, and thankfully, that was it. YAY ME!

Yes, I survived the first week of school. Gawd, I miss living in Rez soo much! Lots of people, people to cook for you, close to the action, what more do ya want? So yeah... this year will definitely a challenge of independence. Yikes.

Classwise, I'm doing okay. The profs are fairly alright, though it's still too early to tell. Except my PLAN210 Drafting class. Can you say ZZZZZZZZZZZ? He made us write a paragraph on "What is Design", and put it up on the wall. PLAN103, which is a very dry-content class, is a integrated 1st and 2nd year class cuz of the whole change in curriculum, which is interesting to see. SHIMA, it's time to hit on the froshies!!! YEAH! Field Ecology was surprisingly alright, there's like cool field trips, gotta love that! PLAN261 is like the same as PLAN100/101-- the same regurgitation of "Cars are bad, expressways are bad." And now I have to really have to get cracking on those damn resumes for co-op! Ahh!

Well. i better get ready to head back... have a great week everyone. will prolly be back on MSN at the latest Wednesday.

hello! it's again, been a while since i'm blogged... WOWSERS, well over a week!

first of all, last saturday, we ran a krispy kreme run with Leo, Mark, and Bowie... mmmm the fatness is soo good! ohhhhh!

went shopping at fairview on monday.. got myself a fossil wallet, in which i'm still contemplating that i should keep :S what should i do? what should i do?

my last day at work was wednesday. whimpers. no more silly hijinx at work. no more starbucks coffee in the morning. no more hot starbucks staff. no more daily dosage of trashy magazines like US Weekly, InTouch, and People- which I definitely will miss the most. I definitely have an amazing fascination with being nosy about celebrities. Now, I will never be informed about that bitchy J.Lo, the Olsen Twins' boyfriends, Britney Spears' new alleged love life after Justin Timberlake.. (now he's with rocker, Jared Leto) and the list goes on... haha.. it's just so fun reading..

Before my last day... I caught some fun with Brynne and Wendy from work-- had a 'FOB NIGHT'. lol. here's some footage here

And yes, off to Wasaga we went on Thursday! It was a fun trip! A pleasant unexpensive getaway, which was really nice. And to end off each Chinese trip, there's got be shopping, so we went to the Cookstown Outlet Mall. Left empty handed, but there's CampusCrew there! YAY! A pretty good AE Canadian alternative. Oh yeah, some Wasaga footage can be seen in Eugene's Pbase here

Other than that, it looks like Summer is over. Some have already moved in to residence. I will be making two runs to Waterloo. Once on Wednesday, and once on either Saturday or Sunday. I'm STILL in denial that school is starting, and I seriously don't know what I need. My parents forced me to go to Staples to get stuff, and I just wandered aimlessly to get stuff I need. It was pretty bad. It's depressing me. Even my trip to Ikea was depressing (usually it isn't). Bleh.

To perk everyone up from this depressing time here's a really good joke I heard on MadTV. It's good!

One morning, Mickey Mouse got up of bed from his treehouse abode, to find out that someone had pulled a prank on him outside in the snow. It looked like someone wrote "MICKEY SUCKS" with piss. Furiously, Mickey asked an investigator to come to find out exactly who did it.

Several days later, the investigator returned to Mickey and told him about his findings. "I have bad news and worse news. The bad news is was Goofy's piss that was in the snow. But the worse news is that it was Minnie's handwriting!"

HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

HELLO HELLO! long time no blog everyone... yes.. i've been off my computer for a few reasons: the big blackout and the cable was out. but now i'm back.. i hope you people didn't miss me too much.. TEE HEE

so yes... we experieced the biggest power outage in history... YAY, we're a part of history! isn't it exciting?!? Anyways, at about 4:15 that afternoon (Thursday) i was at Market Village with my sister enjoying the Nuggets and fries special at McDicks and all of a sudden, the power goes out.. it wasn't so bad in the mall because there was a lot of natural lighting... but when we left, we realized that the traffic lights and such were all out, block after block, I then turned on radio and they announced that this is happening across the border, too... and the first thing i thought, "Uh oh, TERRORISM!"-- thank the lord it wasn't

wow it's been so long since my last entry that i don't remember really what i've been up to... :S [ thinking, thinking ]

oh yes, I FINALLY had a chance to met up with someone that I've met months before... I will name this fella "Rogers AT&T" (Or 'Rogers' for short). Here's the story: I met "Rogers" at a club in June, but at the time, I was (conveniently) sorta seeing someone, quite a bummer really, cuz well... very charming. :D (or maybe it was the alky working)-- realized that i was taken, offered me telephone number anyways... (woo hoo!)...

well, months passed.... and i stopped seeing the previous cutie, I bumped into "Rogers" again in the club.... 3 weeks later and a lot of hesitance, i decided to call though I felt bad and embarrassed for doing so. One, because it's been wayyy too long since i've seen "Rogers." Two, because it makes it feel like "second choice" if you know what i mean. Anyways, I called occaisionally only to hear this familiar message "Rogers AT&T Wireless, the customer you are trying to reach is currently unavailable, please try again later."-- you know the drill. well, I tried last week, just to give it a shot and "Rogers" picked up! AHHHH.. Because I didn't expect it, I hung up! AHH, and then the call was returned! Apparently, R went to Western Europe for a few weeks.. :D Anyways, despite being embarrassed, we went to have dinner in KoreanTown (Bloor/Bathurst) which was alright.. but after... I felt really really uncomfortable.... let's just say that the date didn't go as well as I expected. I don't intend to see "Rogers" again-- disappointment, BOOerns.

on sunday, had a small gathering with Eugene, Gill and Leo.. went to Old Finch (apparently to them, not scary) and then rented Silence of the Lambs and saw it at my place... very good movie.

Monday, was my day off. Bowie, Mark and I went to have breakfast (at 12:30), and chilled at Markville (again).

Tuesday, saw Uptown Girls at Fairview with Eugene, Mark, Bowie, and Eric... I really enjoyed this chick flick... it was funny, yet very meaningful. :D, then we went to have dessert take out. (Oh yeah, the previous Tuesday, we saw Freaky Friday)

Wednesday, met up with my buddy and name-twin, Matt, down in the beaches, where he lives... OMG, it is sooooooo nice there!.. i soo want to live there!.. anyways, we had Williams coffee, and walked and chilled on the Boardwalk.. it was so nice... we saw Mercury!.. (apparently, one of the "stars" was mercury) then we ended up drifting to the Toronto Filtration Plant... which seriously looks like a prison... Matt assured me it wasn't.... but I was seriously creeped out cuz it REALLY looked like a prison... then i saw a barbed wire basketball court and a black-painted school bus labelled "Correctional Services".. OMG, i got soo creeped out! hahha.. to my realization, they were filming a movie there-- it was a "Hollywood Prison!".. PHEW! other than that, i had a good night.

Thursday, Bowie, Eugene and I went downtown and had a run with Queen Street & Kensington shopping... quite a disappointing trip.. i didn't get anything cool but bowie got a narly star-shaped purse... very nice.... oh yeah, bumped into Rick the Temp. we had lunch at Timmy's, and dinner at Peel Pub... after din-din, we met up with Vincent and his friends for some Yuk-Yuks comedy fun..... was really fun.. i really had a good time. some highlights: Daryn Jones (former KISS92 DJ & YTV host, now on the Comedy Network) was there, he was really good. Some others weren't bad either... there was some dude that looked soo familiar.. definitely from a beer commercial.. (name is something like Mark Fowler).. good stuff.. then had a Second Cup" and went home.

I was soo exhausted in the past few days... had like 7 hours of sleep in two days..... when bowie drove me home last night... she said that i was hallucinating... and seeing things.... and i believe her.... i was soo exhausted. :S

no editorial this entry. entry already too long. my apologies. have a great weekend.

OMG.. I'm so damn old. It's all over now-- wrinkles, flabbiness, and impotence galore. lol.

Anyways, thanks a lot for everyone for an excellent bday.

On Tuesday, my dear Bowie treated me to see the Lion King-- of course because she works for the Mirvish Productions, we got really good seats. The show was amazing-- the costumes, the songs, and the fun... very very good stuff. Before the show, we went to a nice French restaurant Marcel's close to the Royal Alexandra... very good food-- so weird, the portions were so small, but it filled me up like hell... I guess good and satisfying things do come in small packages. LOL.....After the show, we had a few drinks at a pub close to where we parked.

Wednesday (My Big Day)... Bowie, Mark and I went shopping-- of all things to do! Went to SquareOne. Wowsers, it was the Blair Witch Project in there-- we got lost soo many times. After Dinner, met up with many many others... ems, eric, gill, leo, alice, mel, and eugene to have dinner-- after din din, we rented Final Destination 2... great movie.. enjoyed it!. :D very very gruesome and good. mmm

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEO NG! Yesturday, I treated him to go to Demetres and I ended up getting this shitty bitter frappacino... eww.. not the best... but it was a good night.. and tonight.. eug, mark, me and bday boy had a bubtea..:D

Thats it folks! Oh yeah.. expect a cool layout soon.. me got some inspiration YAY!

OH YEAH.. BIG BIG BIG NEWS!.. Remember that Ms. Westmass, our dear vice principal? Well, we all know her mailing address shows that she lives very very close to me!.. but just the other day, I FINALLY SAW HER!!! I stood in amazement! OMG OMG! EW!.. she was wearing this ugly orange dress! EWWWW!...

I'm really looking forward to coming home this weekend.. i really need a break.... i'm been stressing over with too much work.. and no fun... BOO!... heheh.. oh well.. that's all i'll say about that.. hehe..... Bowie is coming over to live with us tonight... so yeah.... ugh!... our room will be Bitchicized!... ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!.... hopefully i can get all my work done tonight so i can go out tomorrow... (but it is highly unlikely).

Oh yeah, by the way: HAPPY EARLY B-DAY MARK!