fingers are thawed now.

After wrapping my semi-frozen digits around a warm mug for 10 minutes, they finally have some of their agility back. Why are my fingers frozen, you ask? Cuz Mags and I are missing brain cells. Why did we stand outside in the freezing cold to chat for 20 minutes when my front door was 15 feet away? Why?

It was good to hear about her job though, even though people around you seem a little.. uhm.. unreasonable.. just stick with it and nothing will bug you after this. hahahah. You can list "Tolerant of most "pains in the ass" as a skill on your resume. (Pains in the ass? Pain in the asses?) In the meantime, find something closer to home. Man, traffic sucks so bad.

Sometimes when I'm stuck in traffic I think of scenarios or inventions that would make driving during rush hour more tolerable. The traffic system in I, Robot comes to mind a lot. That computer controlled streetcar-esque grid they have with controlled speed, acceleration and everything else seems like such an ideal. No more stupid idiots taking half the green light to cross the intersection cuz of their slow pickup; no more morons leaving three minivan lengths between themselves and the car in front of them; no more assholes who do not signal when they turn/switch and hence causing you to quickly hit your brakes. Assholes.

Based of half a year of rush hour driving on city roads and various highways, I have these findings from my observations:

• the louder and flashier the car is, the more grotesque the guy is behind the wheel... and the more of a skank they have in their passenger seat
• if a corolla is in front of you, be prepared to switch lanes soon... if it's silver, switch ASAP
• pickup truck drivers would rather run you off the road than to you let you in from an on-ramp
• the bigger the car is (ie. lincolns and the like), the slower and the more non-chalant the driver is. They will drive at their own speed and hold up traffic and not bother to signal when they change lanes. Why? Because "What's the rush? I'm old and important, I set my own schedule, suckers!"
• people who drive Benz or BMW SUVs think they own the fucking parking lot. Lexus SUVs are almost just as bad

I don't know what I would do if I had to drive a long way everyday. 15 minutes each way is already irritating. I need to find ppl who live near me so we can carpool. If the bus system had better and more frequent connections between north york and richmond hill, I would be inclined to take the bus at least on some days. But alas, if I am going to have to leave an hour earlier than now AND pay 8 bucks a day to "ride the rocket" and "go viva", I'll stick with my own purple rocket. Wait, Ab's gonna make that sound dirty. I meant my car, which is indeed purple in the mornings.

Even rantings about driving. Yes yes, Eve, tough shit. Yes yes, I should try waiting for the bus in the cold for half an hour. Right. Hey, you want to complain? Do it on your own blog. :P

9 days people! Oooooooooooooooohhh yeeaaaaaaaa!

time for: studying. again.

still here.

I've neglected by beloved blog long enough. It's been at least a month since I've last updated. Not quite sure what I've been doing, but there never seemed to be enough hours in the day and the month just flewwwwwww by.

My parents went on a month-long vacation which included 16 days on a cruiseship that weaved in and out of various parts of Europe. While the ship was crossing various bodies of water, they stuffed their tummies full of yummies onboard. I don't want to sound like an ungrateful brat, but that was a gooooooood month. No one bugged me about computers. No one insisting that I needed to eat chinese style fish. No one told me that I'm gaining/losing too much weight. I did have to spend about 5 hours a week attending to my mother's 25 orchids and 40 other various plants, but it was well worth it. (I didn't kill any this time! Yay!)

I really enjoyed setting my own time at home after work. Cooking dinner and eating at a reasonable time. Eating delicious and mostly healthy meals I actually enjoy. They may seem like trivial things, but after 24 years of being forced to eat "healthy" and often completely disgusting things, you cannot imagine how great it was to eat what I like. Hey, you try choking down a swim bladder every week and not feel the way I feel. Swim bladder, I tell you. *shudder*

Other than utilizing my peaceful free time at home to read a few books, I've been trying to get myself prepared for the CKE coming up in a mere 31 days. Am I ready? No. Am I close to ready? Hell no! Don't you know me better than that?!? Have been going to prep courses every Sunday for the past 9 weeks. They help quite a bit, but I still have a long way to go before I'm totally prepared for it. I don't understand why they schedule it for Jan. 4. Bastards. They are ruining all the candidates' holidays!

13 more days 'til Edward come back to t.o! 13 more days 'til we hit Tremblant! I suppose now's a good time to find a decent map.. and probably time for me to install the bindings on my snowboard. Under quite a bit of pressure to study quicker. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to concentrate well when Edward comes back. I'm not sure if I can bully my mind into concentrating on the fun world of taxes and audit when he's nearby. And if he's not nearby... well then, where the heck is he?!? I've been trying to keep a precise schedule as to how much time I spend each night on studying. These were last week's results:

Goal: 10 hours - all on Assurance material and related MC
Results: 5.5 hours
Remarks: Shit!

Maybe I'll do better this week?

time for: trying not to get too worked up.

Where's Edward?

Taken at the 2005 MCPHS White Coat ceremony:


Okay, that's a little difficult to see.. see a slightly better version here.

Boston: days 4.5 - 6.5

Past the halfway point already? Noooooooooooooooooo!! :(

Started Wednesday morning/afternoon with a healthy dose of shopping. I really think I should stop. I think I already maxed my exempted limit. Oops.

Then Edward met up with me downtown and we took a nice long walk along Newbury Street (think T.O's yorkville) to pick up something at a nearby post office. We were only able to go through the last section of the street since we were both quite tired and quickly walked home from there. On the way home we passed by the most insane traffic junction I've ever seen.. there were about 8 different paths all leading to or going from this junction. There were merges and weird traffic lights. We couldn't make any sense of it. So glad we don't drive here!

After a quick break at home, we decided to finally go to Union Oyster House for dinner. Man, were we disappointed. The oysters were horrible. Not good at all. There were no oyster juice in the oysters and they had no taste. There was sand in everything.. in the oysters.. in the scallops I ordered.. in the clams that came with Edward's feast, even in the corn that was Edward's side dish! Yuck. I thought it was horrible food for the price we paid. But oh well, the place is the oldest restaurant in the United States, I suppose that's their selling point? The clam chowder was really good though, I'll give it that.

Edward met up with me after class today again while I wandered around downtown. I had to pick up something for my sister near the wharf so we stopped by the No Name Restaurant for fresh seafood. The restaurant is located right at the pier where all the seafood exchange takes place. It was a bit of an out of the way place but I've read good things about it. As we were walking up to the door a bus full of seniors started to file into the resturant. I think it was a senior tour.. kinda "a show and seafood lunch" sorta deal?

Anyway, the food was really reasonably priced and really good. The menu was simple and the cooking methods were nothing fancy, but the ingredients were so fresh. As soon as we sat down, the waiter plunked down a plate of garlic bread, the kind that we make at home. (read: nothing fancy. Just butter and garlic salt on toasted baguette) Edward once again got the Lobster deal.. which came with coleslaw, fries and a side of fried shrimp and scallops. All for 17.95. That's a good deal!

I ordered a bowl of seafood chowder and was pleasantly surprised at what was brought to me. Instead of the rich, creamy soup that comes to mind when one thinks of chowder, their seafood chowder was a white, waterly soup that was filled to the brim with chunks of seafood. Fish, shrimp, scallops and clams filled most of the bowl. I think it was 2 parts seafood, 1 part liquid. Delicious. The meal costed us a third of what we spent the night before at the Union Oyster House, but I enjoyed it so much more. Oh, the place also had an awesome view of the Boston harbour too.

There were a couple of old ladies who sat at the next table and when they left, one of them said to us, "Now now, you two, behave yourselves! I know your mothers!" while the other complimented my purple streaks and told Edward to make me eat more. Hahah.. old ladies are so funny. I assured them that I ordered a slice of blueberry pie already and they chuckled and said, "good girl!"... hahah.

Have I made anyone hungry with this post so far?? Heehee.

Did some more window shopping after lunch on the whole stretch of Newbury street to walk off all the food. Then went home and picked up our jerseys and headed out to the TD Northbank Garden for the Leafs-Bruins game. We had pretty decent seats for 21 bucks, I must say. I think it's much smaller than the ACC though.

Notice the empty seats behind me? Those will later be filled with 4 obnoxious underage-drinking freshmen from Edward's school. They were funny in the beginning, but got downright rude during the game. One guy in front of us asked them to stop swearing since it's a family venue and there were kids everywhere. They then taunted the guy for the rest of the game. Of course, Edward and I got heckled since we are leafs fans. Didn't help that the Leafs lost 2-1. Ai ya. At one point, one of them said, "There are Asians up there?" (refering to Canada)... to which I said, with my eyebrow arched high, "What was that?".. to which he smartly muttered, "uhm, nothing..". Dumbass. Kids will be kids, no?

time for: sleep. Edward's already snoring.

Boston: Days 3.5 - 4.5

Had a super late start to the day due to the crappy weather. After Edward came back from class at 4pm, we fell asleep watching a chinese cartoon and didn't wake up until after 7... geebus. It was just so windy, wet and gloomy outside, wasn't in the mood to go out.

We finally decided to go out to this Mexican chain for a quick dinner. The portions were ginormous. My burrito was bigger than a brick. Wasn't even close to being able to finish it, especially since we ordered some chicken nachos to share. The nachos were different from the ones we usually order in T.O. The cheese wasn't melted, it was covered with pinto beans and it had corn chile salsa on it. Tasted good though. I would've taken a picture except that we forgot the camera. The burrito, however, was just completely overkill.

We were originally going to get some dessert at Finale right after dinner but we decided to stop by the apartment to pick up the camera instead. Took some pics of us while we were there.

<-- Edward thought he looked weird with the scraf.. something about being fobby?? I just thought he was missing his neck.

In this one he thought he looked -->
too much like this bro... so one more time.

<-- 3rd time's the charm. Done and done. Time for some yummy dessert.

A quick few stops on the T took us to Arlington station. Then we walked for a few minutes to our destination. Again, I marvel at the compactness of this city.

We ordered the Fantasia for two at Finale. It was basically a sampler of five different desserts. Their desserts are supposed to be really good and usually come in pretty small portions, due to the richness of it, I suppose. The size of each variety in the sampler was miniature, but it was quite enough. I was stuffed after trying 3 out of 5 of the them.

Clockwise from bottom right corner:
Cinnamon rice pudding topped with mango sorbet;
Orange creme caramel;
Peach almond torte with apricot sauce;
White chocolate flower petals filled with butter crumb cake, lemon Bavarian cream and topped with sliced blueberries;
Fresh strawberry tart with vanilla gelato;
Chocolate basket filled with mixed berry sauce and miniature sugar cakes.

They were all very yummy. The textures varied with each dessert which I liked. There were lots of different sauces which got a little messy after a while, but they pretty much went with every variety. Delicious. My favourite was the orange creme caramel. Nice and light.

Okay, I've updated enough.

time for: wash up and go sleep. or at least try.

Boston: Days 2.5 - 3.5

While Edward was in class like a good boy yesterday, I went downtown to shop and wander around all the stores that are unavailable in T.O.

Bought a couple of things, but was so happy to find these:

Lovely lime tic tacs!! They don't sell these in Canada, only yucky mint flavours and whatnot. My parents used to get my sisters and I these citrus mix tic tacs whenever we hopped on the ferry in HK. Now that I think about it, I'm sure it wasn't only when we went on the ferries, but that's the memory that sticks out the most in my mind. I bought 30 packs. Uhm. They were on sale. Might as well.

Also found these. Another candy from my childhood. (D, do these look familiar? They are from the same company as the chewy bears.) Chewy cola bottles and chewy gummy bears, so much better than the soft, oily gummy bears and coke bottles usually available. I only bought a few bags of these, I'm thinking I should buy some more. I'm picky with candy. These rock.

Also took the bus to the UPS pick up place in Watertown. It was in the outskirts of Boston, kinda like what North York is to downtown t.o, but we got there really quickly. Everything is in a smaller scale in this city. Their "Ride Guide" uses a scale of 1 inch : 1/3 mile... that's 1 inch : 530m. Hmm.. TTC's scale must be like 1 inch : 1200m or something. No wonder they call this a walking city.

Edward's in class for another hour or so, I don't think I want to go outside today. Wilma is passing by the Atlantic near Boston so it's windy and rainy outside.

Hopefully the rain will die down tonite.. we are supposed to go to Union Oyster House for dinner tonite, and possibly stop by Quincy Market for some more fresh, fresh oysters. But it's raining so hard.... does that affect the quality of the oysters? Maybe something about the rain moving the water and sand around too much in the wharf and thereby pushing sand into the oysters??

I think I'm rambling. Time to stop.

time for: make lunch. hungry.

Boston: day 1-2.5

I've been MIA from my blog for a couple of weeks since I was busy running around trying to get things done. Had a list of tasks I had to complete and clear from my mind before coming to Boston.

So glad that I cleared that list. Well, except for rust-proofing my car. Am I ever gonna get that done?

Edward picked me up from the airport at 5 on Friday so I didn't have to lug 90 pounds of suitcases through the city by myself. While I was waiting for him, this Porsche drove up to the curb and a woman near me practically jumped the driver. They then proceeded to take PDA to a very awkward level for bystanders. Eww. Good god, woman, he needs his face! Let it go! I sorta just rolled my eyes and went back to my book. But man, when Edward showed up... too happy for words. And no, I didn't jump him.

We were supposed to go to his school's Harvest Ball that night, but what with the traffic and lugging suitcases up 4 flights of stairs and just general indifference towards the whole thing, we didn't wind up going. Instead, we picked up some yummy mexican food and settled in front of the computer like we always did. Perfect.

I finally fell asleep at around 4 in the morning only to be woken up by a scream at 8:30. From Edward. It took me a few seconds to figure out why he was screaming in pain. Then I realized he was gripping his left calf.... ah, a muscle cramp.

Ed:"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Why won't it sttttttttttttttoooooooopppppppp??"
Eve: (bewildered) Maybe you need some bananas. *muffled giggles*

Poor thing, not only did he have to endure a long and painful cramp, he has had to endure all my bursts of laughter since then. I can't help but laugh every time I think about the "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!". Hahahaha.

Finally got up at around noon, stopped by vegetarian fair and then on to shopping at Galleria Mall in Cambridge near MIT. The mall was opened 'til 9:30 on a Saturday! How nice. Couldn't get through the whole mall but managed to get some shopping done. I was all shopped out by 8 and practically collapsed on the T. (That's the train/subway system Bostonians get around on.)

This city is so compact and convinenent. It's a bit dirty since it's so old, but there's a lot of character in it. I wouldn't want to wander around at night by myself, but other than that, it seems relatively safe.

I met a few of Edward's friends tonite at dinner. We dined at a a chinese place called Peach Farm in Chinatown. The food wasn't so great, but it was nice to actually meet some of the people Edward has mentioned numerous times over the past few months. They seem like cool people. They are all Americans and it's obvious that they don't know much about Canadians at all. That was rather surprising.

I suppose we only know so much about American culture due to the fact that most facets of media stem from the States. TV, movies, books and magazines are mostly centered around our not-so-friendly neighbour. Where would Americans get any exposure of their Northern ally except from all the cliches that have been passed around for ages? But to not know where Toronto is? That's rather... odd, don't you think?

This semi-ignorance and the fact that they made comments on Edward's choice of words for the terms "Restroom", "grades" and "12th Grade" made me quite excited that the Fleet Center in Boston (ACC equivalent) was recently renamed TD Bank North Center. I shall make a note to refer to it as TORONTO Dominion Bank North Center 5 times when we head over there for a TORONTO Leafs-Bruins game in a few days. I just hope the leafs win. Either way, we'll wear those jerseys proud.

Tomorrow will be a day of shopping while Edward's in class all day. And then perhaps over to the wharf from some fresh, fresh seafood or over to the famous Union Oyster house for some chowda and oyster.

I'm so happy to be here. I've missed my Edward more than I've let on. (Mine!)

time for: some more research... such as what route I should take in Downtown Crossing to maximize my shopping potential?

hump day tomolo!

It'll be Wedneeeeesdaaaaaay tomorrow!! Then the week will just zoom by to the long weeeeeekeeeeeendddddd. *Evie jumps for a joy.*

*jump for joy a couple more times for good measure*

Why the happy mood? Ed finally got his laptop!! He has internet! He's got bit torrents! His webcam works! Oh happy day! Glad to report that he doesn't look any different since I saw him in the flesh 7 weeks ago. Doesn't look like he lost weight, doesn't look like he lost any hair. Heehee. And I'll see him in 17 days. *insert high pitched squealing* 17 days!!! That's like 2.5 weeks. Yay!!!!!

What, do I seem excited?

Alright, I'll calm down before I hurt myself.

There's been a bit of a change of pace at work lately. Haven't been back to that client in Brampton for a week. Did go to another client in Brampton today though. But still, it's been nice being in the office for a few days. Met a new coworker (again. I've lost count. I think that's 7 now.), getting ready to say bye-bye to another one.

The girl with the incessant questions is leaving at the end of the week. She half quit/got fired. We all saw it coming. She asked the senior and I a week ago whether she'd have been fired if she didn't rashly declare that she wanted to quit, we didn't know what to say. We did refrain from saying the following though: duh, of course, hellya, yuppers, for sure, definitely, nudoubtabutit. I thought that showed maturity on our part.

New co-worker is a fellow Laurier alumni. She's comfy with computers (Wheeeee!) and seemed to be less nervous. She did admit to getting nervous and completely shut her mind when someone was explaining something to her in a less than kind tone. But she was smart enough to ask me to explain again after said someone had left for the day.

It's gonna be an awesome second half of the week, methinks.

Who wants to see Wallace & Gromit this weekend?? Come on, you know you waaaaannnna'. Stop-motion claymation, everybody!

Okay, one more time.. 17 days!!! Lemme do my happy dance.

time for: shower. (being hyper takes energy, yo.) and then sleep?

glorious weekend in review.

If every weekend was like this past weekend, I'd be one happy, relaxed and well-pampered Eve.

Kicked off the weekend with a concert at Mississauga Living Arts Centre with Chet Lam & At Seventeen. Mags and I didn't get lost driving there, so that's already a good sign. Our seats were a little odd cuz we were sort of staring at the top of their heads the whole time. We were also in an excellent position to observe people. (dude or chick, mags, dude or chick?!?) The music was fantastic. Thanx for telling me about it, Magaggie.

We headed over to Maggie Lau's house in thornhill after the concert so Magaggie can see a friend before she left the next day. Maggie Lau showed me some horrendous birthday/christmas cards I gave her when we were little. Not only were there numerous spelling mistakes, but apparently in a couple of cards that featured a little girl standing with her small dog, I labelled the dog with "Maggie" and the little girl with "Evelin". So to sum up, when I was 8 years old, I thought calling my best friend a dog was a good thing. Hmm. What? I was young. It was cute.

Bright and early Saturday I headed over to my hair guy and sat in the chair for almost four hours for this. First bleach, then applied the purple twice, then one more application to lock it in. Good thing I brought a book with me.

Went home, had some cake with my family, (Mmm, I think there's still a slice left!) and then met up with Edwin, Dom, Jenny, Terence and Ab for sushi at Sushi on 7. Food was fabulous, the service was quick and once again I think we pissed off most of the other patrons. Our laughter comes in two volumes, loud and louder. Jenny, why do you have to be obscene? We already have a pic like that with yours fingers instead of chopsticks. *me duck and run away*

Oh, and Edwin? If a friend would seriously ridicule you if your two year planned failed, you should give that friend the broken face. I'll gladly help out.

Is it me, or does that guy look like he's about to pee on one of those cars?? And I need to figure out how to use the camera properly. Or learn to control my shaky hands.

Sunday started with dim sum at my favourite chinese restaurant. Then a 45-minute massage at the spa at Times Square. She recommended the hot stone treatment and I must say, all the tension in my upper back and lower neck are now gone. Replaced by one big massive bruise on my upper back. She warned me of this, said that most people get bruised on their first massage because they don't relax enough. Oh well, at least my neck doesn't feel as tight anymore.

Then off to shopping at Yorkdale, followed by dinner at the same chinese restaurant I dimmed summed at only hours before. Mmm, peking duck. They really should ban the waiters from talking while they are skinning the duck on their little cart though. Or at least have a spit-protector over the cart or something. Geez.

Met up with Jo, Mike, and Camel after dinner for bbt. Brought a camera with me with the intention of giving them a taste of their own medicine. But alas, fidgety Mike and gadgety Camel tested out all the features instead. I did manage to get my camera back at the end and see how they duck? COWARDS!!*Bwahaahahah!!!* I like Jo's new longer haircut. It's more friendly.

As excellent as this weekend was, it ws missing something. Something just wasn't quite right. It would've been 8.5 times more fanta-bulous if you were here, hun. Oh well, one down, just two or three more to go. And we'll make up for it in 25 days, right? Riiiiight?

This entry has taken me more than three hours to post. I think I'll stop here. It's hard to concentrate when you are watching TV. Has anyone seen Kitchen Confidential? Are Cooper's blue eyes real? There must be some sort of filter or some magic touch-up or something. Pretty funny show though. Half hour chef/restaurant sitcom? I'm game.

Prison Break is getting a little too graphic for me. I don't really enjoy shows that have too much blood and violence. I can handle CSI since everything is after the fact. But to actually watch crazies plot and scheme and be terrified for the good guy? Augh. I muted a good part of the show because I couldn't stand the screaming and the sound of the beatings. Probably why I am not a big fan of watching 24 by myself.

time for: shower. and then sleep. and maybe a little bit of reading.

almost the weekend...

So I come home yesterday, all tired from working overtime and I just want to sit down, eat dinner and read a book for leisure. Then I spotted two packages waiting for me on the floor. One from ebay (yay, more books!) and one from Edward. I was expecting a package from him since my phone is dying and I was gonna use his old t.o one until I find a phone I liked.

But as I opened the box, I saw something furry inside.



There he was, just sitting there with a big smile on his face. He must've jumped into the box when Edward was packing and travelled all the way here. That school's name is just too long. Even the short form MCPHS is difficult to remember.

Anyhoo, he's settled down with his new friends the shark, tiger and british bear. Hehe, so cute. His ears are all floppy.

Went to dinner with Elaine, Becca, Grace, Ruth, Marilyn and Carolina tonite at Oliver & Bon-na-something-something. I was just glad to get out of the house, girls. Thanx for dinner!! I love how girls can just pick it up and chit chat for hours on end even if they haven't seen each other for a long time or don't even know each that well for that matter. Oh, and Becca kicks puppies. (hahah, I forgot it was me who started that. why do you still talk to me? heehee.)

Mags and I are going to a concert tomorrow nite in Missisauga. I only know 2/3 of the performers, but I love their work. The venue holds 1,500 max but I doubt there'll be that many people. Maybe we'll get to move up. I think they'll be awesome live. I might just have to pick up a couple more of their CDs on Saturday.

(only 4 weeks left!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!)

time for: shower. and then sleep. have to drive ppl to Brampton tomorrow.

oh boy oh boy..

It's been 5 months since I've looked at a textbook or made notes on the CICA Handbook. I knew I'd eventually have to start studying again, but that doesn't mean I dread it any less. Augh.

School. Books. Lectures. Classes. Accounting Handbook. Auditing Handbook. Tax Act. Friggin' Tax Act. Augh. I'm falling asleep just thinking about it.

It starts tomorrow. My boss signed me up for 33 hours of Professional Development courses from now until beginning of December. Ususally only people who have obtained their designation take PD courses since they are required to do so, but my boss thought it would be advantageous for me to learn about all the new revisions of the Handbook as early as possible since he's convinced that the additional knowledge will help me perform better on my UFE next Sept.

Then beginning in October (thanksgiving weekend?? geez!), I'll be spending 8 hours every Sunday (when I'm in T.O and not teaching, that is) in a class going over all the technical mumbo-jumbo for the first (CKE) of my three professional exams next year. Fortunately, this course is supposed to do a really good job in preparing students for the CKE. If I pay full attention during the classes, hopefully I won't have to do too much revision during the holidays. The CKE will be held on Jan. 5, 2006. That's only 15 weeks away. Crappola.

On the bright side, if all goes well, all my studying for the CA will be over by this time next year. That's only 12 measley months. I know I shouldn't complain. Some ppl have years of studying ahead of them (gooooooooooooooooo, smart people!). And so I now declare:

I, Eve, will actually studying according to a proper schedule from now 'til next September. There shall be no more last minute revisions, no freak-outs due to a lack of preparation, and no more sleepness nights due to anxiety.

I only hope that I don't once again turn into this:


This was me at my cramming worst. Notice the messy hair and clothes and the universal signal for a headache.

Also, there was much over-eating (comfort), breakouts (caused by rubbing face in frustration) and general messiness of studying area. Oh, who am I kidding? I can't blame the mess on exams.

I must say though, the cramming brought down my morale. Feeling like crap and being scared shitless wasn't a fun way to end my university career.

No wonder Edward was all, "Hmm, you got prettier in the last few months." after we got out of school. Heehee. At the time I didn't know whether I should be offended or pleased. But really, he had a point.

(31 days!! Oooooooooooohh yea!)

time for: checking out www.torontogasprices.com and go fill up my car.

weekend in review.

It's been on of those fabulous weekends that had just the right balance of rest, laughter and work.

After an afternoon of baking (yeah, I'll half the sugar next time), half an hour of driving around Andrew's neighbourhood (what the hell was up with those roads?), finally arrived Andrew's about three hours later than I thought I would.

Good food, good fun and a really cute kitty made for a very enjoyable night. So perhaps next time we really should start Uno a little earlier. I just hope we didn't wake the neighbours with all the noise we made. The night clarified one thing anyway: Jenny doesn't turn into a pumpkin after midnight. She actually goes a little crazy and will eventually cause herself bodily harm. (Now's your ankle, lady?)

And for god's sake, don't move the couch!!

(33 more days. I can't wait!!)

time for: getting rid of a virus off of the other computer, i don't understand why it gets so many viruses!

And so the week begins..

Yes Abbie, it was all your fault. Your little comment was exactly why I thought I needed to explain myself. :P

I give her a lift when we have to head out the client's place. They are at Brampton and I wouldn't even begin to know how to bus there. She gets dropped off by her hubby at my house in the morning and I drop her off at a street corner on the way home where her hubby picks her up at a nearby Timmy's. It's not out of the way, doesn't require any extra work on my part, and it saves her a whole lot of time. She has offered time and again to pay for gas and ETR and all that stuff, but I figure I'd have that expense even if she wasn't there.

I really don't mind giving her a lift. I just wish sometimes we could ride quietly and listen to the radio.

I wanted to go walk around some stores at lunch today. But alas, I couldn't go alone. So I didn't go. Oh well, probably for the best.

Will be back at the office for a couple of days though, so yay! Anyone up on hwy 7 who wants to meet up on lunch? Just say the word. I sure could go for some nice raw orange fish for $6.99.

First aid class this past weekend went so so so well. I had enough sleep the night before and was so much more coherent and alert to the students' response to the skills. I suppose it helped that there were less than 15 people in the class. I was able to watch every single one of them more thoroughly than in the previous classes.

So perhaps I'll try to pick up more courses when they appear from now on. My weekends are a bit empty nowadays (shush) and I have a whole list of upcoming expenditures I'll need to finance. (damn you, winter tires. damn you, CKE and prep course.)

And Andrew, just exactly how did Mr. Bloom's hand feel? Mmm.

*59 days minus 20... just 39 more days! Come on, October, hurry the hell up.*

time for: shower. then sleep.

can i explain now??

I'm not bitch!! noooooooooooooo!

Okay, maybe towards some things in life. Can't be nice all the time though, I'm not Ter.. uh.. ok, i won't name names. hehee.

Come on!! I give her a lift in the mornings when I'm still trying to wake up and she's super chirpy. I'm with her all day answering her questions and listening to her, "what my understanding is that...", and then listen to her repeat that a few more times... then I give her a lift after work.

*thunk*

Don't you ever pretend to sleep on the TTC so you don't have to talk to the person next to you? (If you know them, I mean.) Sometimes being left alone is a really, really, really good thing. Not having to listen to someone mutter in Mandarin under their breath for 5 hours straight is also a really good thing. And only explaining something once? Awesome.

Why can't I get annoyed when people at work slow me down? I mean, really? Why not? The way I see it, I didn't have anyone to ask and I figured it out, why can't you do the same? And it's not like I refused to help. I do help. I explain, I get questioned, I explain, I get questioned. I never yell. I never behave unprofessionally. But where do I draw the line? ARUGH!

Hell, I should be able to write my future Botox injections off as job-related expenses. So going to ge frown lines.

time for: din din. hungry.

2pm, everday.

2 pm is headache time at my place of employment.

I'm usually in a pretty good mood in the morning. I hold back my grimace when you accidentally slam a heavy bag against my car, I answer inane questions with a smile and pretend that it hasn't been asked four times, I am even more than happy to solve whatever computer glitch you throw my way. But keep this up for a few hours, in addition to the sickening sounds of jaw and neck cracking (augh, it's so disgusting!) I start getting a little agitated.

Then comes lunch. I think to myself, "ah, sweet relief, I'll just drive away and chill by myself for an hour.".. but alas I hear, "oh oh, I'll come with you! I just brought an apple for lunch." Instead of collasping in a heap and weeping, I put on a smile and ask, "sounds good, where do you want to go?"

I understand that perhaps she thinks I'll be lonely by myself and that she's going with me to keep me company. But how do I let her know that I want to go by myself?

If i'm lucky, there'll be work to do in another room after lunch and I can have a few hours of peace and quiet. Come on, ppl, hand over your lucky charms.

Today, I point blank asked, "Do you know that this is the 5th time you've repeated this? Because really, I completely understood what you were saying/asking, no need to explain more."

Was that rude? I don't really care. I'm a co-worker. Not a friend, not your supervisor. Yes, I provided the training but get it through your head, my first year too!! Take your questions, shove them in a box and sit on them until someone more senior comes in. In the mean time, leave me alone, I have work to do, too, you know.

man, that felt good.

time for: dinner!!

blog tag

Okay, so I've been tagged.

Instructions:

Blog Tag

Write 5 weird habits that you have and pass it on to 5 friends. Provide a link to these 5 people on your page and let them know that they've been tagged. Those who have been tagged will then link you on to their blog, write their 5 weird habits and pass the game on to 5 of their friends.

Simple enough.

Weirdo habit #1:
I sleep on my tummy. Like a big baby. And no, I don't worry about suffocation because my head is turned to the side.

Weirdo habit #2:
I dislike most condiments/add ons to food. I'll take my tea black or with a bit of milk, never with sugar. I eat my hot dogs plain, maybe a bit of ketchup if I have to. Burgers? Plain. Veggies? Plain, no dipping sauce for me. I even like my Tostitos plain, salsa just gets in the way of the corny-goodness.

Weirdo habit #3:
I have trouble distinguishing left and right in english, but it's much less of a problem in chinese. So point when possible, otherwise there's a 50/50 chance i'll get it wrong.

Weirdo habit #4:
Whenever I see a cop, I automatically look to see if my hands are clean. This is due to the fact that when I was small, my mom told me that the cops will arrest me if my hands are dirty. (Lies, they were all lies!!!!)

Weirdo habit #5:
I don't touch handrails/ttc poles/door handles unless I absolutely have to. I play the surfing game all the time on the TTC. Either that, or I wrap those free newspapers (24? Metro?) around the pole before I hold on to it. If I'm riding with someone I know, I'll probably feign affection and grab on to their arm. And yet I have no problem touching merchandise in stores that never get cleaned and have been touched by tons of people.

So now I have to figure out who I'm going to tag.. hmm..
I choose... you, you, you, you aaaaaand you!

Most of them don't know I have a blog, I think.. hahah. Oh well.

There, I did my job. I'll post another entry soon.

time for: thinking of what to post on my next entry.

who wants to go to buskerfest??

I remember reading about this last year. Thought it was quite intriguing, but didn't get a chance to go. So maybe I'll go this year. I know most festivals in t.o during the summer can be quite lame, but so what? If it sux, mags and I will just head over to somewhere with shopping! Win win situation, I tell ya.

Work has been absolutely ridiculous lately, I hardly know what I'm supposed to do myself and yet I have to find work for someone else to do, too? Can't wait 'til I'm working at the office again, driving to Brampton everyday is costing me lots of moola.

Does anyone know of any prepaid phone cards with really good rates to US?? So far the lowest I've found is around 2.5 cents, which is pretty low, but I'm just wondering.

Kinda all over the place tonite. My brain is in about 5 different directions.

Edward has nicely settled (temporarily) in Boston. He's in the process of hooking up various necessities (cell phone, SSN, bank account, etc.) of life and will be moving to his actually place with a roomate from CAL-LI-FORRRRN-NI-A on Sept. 1. I hope you are having fun, hunny!

Last but not least, I wish Becca lots and lots and lots and lots (and lots) of luck on her GREs on Saturday. You'll do great, lady. Remember to drink lots of juice. (I heard that's good for your brain!?!?)

time for: cleaning my room. for the 80th time this year.

gah!!

I think I've done a pretty good job controlling my brain from freaking out too much lately. (What? It could've been worse!)

And to think that I used to ridicule others for being too dependent and not being able to see the big picture. Karma is such a bitch. Yes, what's meant to be will still be. I still completely believe this.

It's just that right at this moment, part of me feels like I've been holding my breath since that stupid afternoon in June. It's taken a lot to prevent that part of me from thinking about the worse that can happen. There are so many naysayers.. but there are also ppl who say 4 years will fly by. I rather agree with the latter.

We've discussed and roughly sketched our future on numerous occasions.. sometimes briefly and light-heartedly (Tigger!)... sometimes more in-depth (but.. but.. but..)... but whatever the case may be, it always seem to lead to an agreement that a wonderful life together is quite possible.. and really, what's four years in the grand scheme of things?

Oh good god, I wanna roll my eyes at myself.

time for: shower and bedtime. it's getting late.

refreshed!

Ah, glorious work-free Saturday, how I enjoy your existence.

Today had been the first morning I had been able to sleep in in a while. Woke up at 8:30am, looked at the clock, chuckled and went back to sleep. Woke up again at 10:30am, looked at the clock, felt all cozy in my bed and went back sleep. Finally woke up at 11 and took my sweet time reading the paper and eating brunch before making plans for the day.

Headed over to a driving range with Ed (and co.) in the afternoon. I'm not much of a golfer, but I wanted to get out of the house. Just sat under the sun and read a magazine for two hours. Reading outside in fresh air felt fantastic.

Then hit Vaughn Mills, I'll have to go back again. I think my initial judgement on the monstrosity back when it opened was too harsh. It's not bad, has some great deals if you have the patience to actually walk through the mall. Just be sure to wear comfy shoes. And clothes that are easy to get out of in case you try a lot of stuff on.

Went to Taste of the Danforth after that. It was insanely crowded as expected, but so much more comfy than last year since the temp dropped at night. Had chicken souvlaki, then pork souvlaki, roasted corn and some ice-cream. mmmm... roasted corn. I think I could have half a dozen of those. Yum. I should've had more to make up for the fact that I couldn't have any last year. (cuz of braces)

I love lazy, fun filled Satrudays like today. I think the rest of the weekend will be just as good.

time for: shower. then sleep.

okay, what's next?

I knew I had a blog!! Been quite busy lately, have hardly had the time to sleep properly, let alone update my blog. For some reason, the hours between work and sleep just do not seem to be long enough.

Or maybe the lack of rage I've had lately has put me off my blogging. Anyhoo, I'm back. Must update..

The rafting trip was oodles and oodles of fun. The river itself wasn't that exciting, (it had its moments, but it was generally quite slow and tiring) but the chance to just hang out with friends and mock/bitch/laugh at everything in sight was a GREAT way to spend the weekend.

Oh, the mocking was fun.

"Hey, there's [insert town name]! Oops, it's gone."

"Oh, look at me, look at me! I'm wearing a light blue, practically see through bikini for rafting! And I'm wearing full make up on the river. AND I'm so cool, cuz I am asian and I have my circa 1999 blue contacts on!! Oh, and let's jump into the water for some unfathomable reason so my bikini is completely see through!!"

And then the bitching..

"What kind of car rental place closes at noon on a saturday??"

"Uh. The toilets don't flush." "Oh, it's broken?" "No, it's like a hole in the ground with a toilet on top." "WHAT?!?!?!"

"Why the hell are there holes in the walls of the co ed shower stalls??"

"Stupid @#$#!! flies!!"

But really, the laughter made it all worth while...

"I lost my shoe!"

"Mmhp, get away! get away!!", said someone in his sleep in the middle of the night. [insert stifled uncontrollable giggles]

"Oh shit, this is a single sleeping bag? I thought it was a double!"

*thunk* "[insert name], you broke the lamp!!!" "Oh no, I thought it was tied on on both ends!"

*SLAP* "What? It's an Ace!! No wait.. Queen plus 3..... gaugh!!"

*names have been withheld to protect the dorkuses.

So many more.. but some of them aren't quotes.. like ppl falling out of the raft.. again. How did we KNOW Ab was gonna fall out first? (Ab, we love you. W/O you, we'd laugh a lot less, and I mean that in the most loving way possible. *hugs*)

Good times, good times.

So what's next? How about a little trip up to Tremblant a week before Christmas? Just for the weekend. Apparently there's a deal for 3 day, 2 nights for around $250. This includes accomodations, transportation in greyhound-type bus from t.o to montreal and lift tickets for two days.

I'm in!! Who else?

time for: Dinner. So hungry.

okay, i'm calm.

All raged out after yesterday's ragefest, I think I'm going to be pretty mellow for the rest of the week.

The company I work at has had an unusual amount of staff turnover in the past 6 months. It was a little worrying that people lasted an average of 1 week at the office, sometimes only a couple of days. My parents were skeptical about the whole situation and have repeatedly asked me not to get so comfortable.

However, I think most of the turnover made a lot of sense. If you give people a shot and they don't work out, you should try to find someone else, right? The problem with most of the new hires was that management thought they padded their resume. Now, I'm not sure if they indeed did make stuff up on their resume, but I wouldn't be surprised. People have a tendency to do that, which I will never understand. To me, the worst thing that can happen is being called on about a blatant lie. I suppose in a big firm, you can hide behind others and ask everyone for a little bit of help, but in a company as small as ours, it'd be impossible to maintain the facade of knowing more than you really do.

Better to start off with zero expectations, that way you are sure to wow the heck out of them.

Speaking of wow-ing the heck out of someone. I was looking at the personal income tax rates in the states yesterday. Wow. I'm paying more than 2.5X the tax than someone with my income in the states. Did you know that some states have no tax? And some have a flat rate of like 5%? And that most states' tax hits its ceiling at around 6%?? That's like the lowest tax rate in Ontario!!

And Ontario has one of the lowest personal provincial tax rates in Canada, along with BC. Go figure!!

Yes, I realize that less tax means the lack of important benefits like free healthcare. But you can always go buy health insurance, no? With the large discrepancy in tax rates between the two countries, a person with relatively high income can easily save about $15,000Cdn a year in taxes. That's more than enough to pay for all those free benefits that Amercians don't have. I suppose if you are the sole breadwinner of a family then it'd be pricey, but really, if you are young and independent, there isn't much to lose. Except maybe for national pride, that is.

I need to have a nappy nap. I've had yet another sleepness night.

And one more thing, I hope this little guy is okay. :( Bad kitty!

time for: dinner. yummy growling. where's everybody??

must.. not.. let.. idiots.. bother.. me.

Before I dive into things that have left me flabbergasted, let me talk about something else.

The first aid class went fine, despite my lack of sleep on the Friday night. Was a little shaky all saturday, but I think I got what I needed to cover done. All in all, the course went pretty well. There were some tiny timing issues and I think I talked too much, but a little bit of tweaking of the lesson plan will fix that right up.

The rest of week was just long and hot. And highly sleep deprived. For some reason I can never sleep before 1:30am. Something always come up. Have been looking at a lot of Boston related stuff for Edward cuz 1) I'm nosy and I like looking at stuff.. and 2) since I can't go down there to help him look for a place, I'll do the research on all the other stuff/costs of living in Boston. (ie. flights, internet, phone, cell, insurance, etc.) I don't think he should deprive himself of basic luxuries (is there such a thing?) while he's in school because he'll be there for 4 years and that's a long time to be without things like high speed internet and cable TV.

Not surprisingly, I was a tad upset when it was confirmed that he was gonna go to Boston. Plus, some ppl who are supposed to care about me made some horrible comments about the situation. But now it's cool. This will be an awesome experience for Edward and really, four years isn't that long anyway. Especially since we'll see each other every couple of months.

But anyhoo, on to things that boiled my blood.

Finished HP 6 as indicated on my MSN name. (awesome book, I won't say any more) This girl I know saw my MSN name and sought me out to tell me that she's "philosophically opposed" to HP. Apparently it's not suitable for adults because it does not encrich one's mind. She also said that HP is like Walmart. Cuz it's mass produced and people picket it. Yes, that made lots of sense. Uh huh. She ended the conversation with "HP is to lit(erature) as Walmart is to corporations". Right. Way to contradict yourself. Also threw in a couple of "let's agree to disagree." Alright then, moron, run away from your flawed and pretentious argument.

You know what else annoyed me?

Some guy I know said that women have expirations dates. And that men will still be valuable when they are older than 30. Also, by then, women will be lining up for him and he can have his pick and vote them off Survivor style.

You know what took the cake?

A woman actually agreed.

WTF.

What expiration dates are we talking about?? Honestly, what is wrong with society that people of our generation still think that way?? Inequality existed decades ago because men were the sole breadwinner of a family and therefore women WERE waiting to be picked. Women who think like this today are either throwbacks from previous generations or they are seriously lacking in self-esteem. Open your eyes, things are a little different now.

What kind of fucked up, chauvinistic attitude does someone have to have to actually think that women have expiration dates? Do they not realize that women of today are independent and will marry for love and not for money? If he THINKS women will be lining up for him when he's older, he better get out of his bubble and realize that it's an equal playing field. And try to expand that tiny crack of a mind you have. And also, Asian men in general age a lot worse than women, just something to keep in mind while you are on your high horse. So when you are 35 and you wonder where that line of girls are, be sure to give me a call. I always enjoy a good laugh.

There, I'm done. I've tried not to get so worked up about things. But sometimes.. sometimes a good bitch slap followed by a swift knee in the groin just seem like the best thing you could do for someone.

time for: shower, some tidying up. and sleep.

wtf?? again?

This happened again. Except for the following differences:

1. no lyrics this time;
2. I needed my brain to function today as I am supposed to teaching people how to potentially save lives;
3. this time, I think I knew why I couldn't sleep, and
4. there was no anger/frustration this time, just kinda gave in to the fact that it's insomnia 1: eve 0.

New tactics tried:

1. tried to read a boring book;
2. tried to read a fun book, and
3. moved to the living room and watched TV.

Similarities between last time and this time:

1. None of my tactics worked.

What I will try next time (damn I hope there's no next time):

1. "or try suffocating your face with your pillow." - ab.

What's going on? I'm getting kinda worried. Am I too young to be taking sleeping aids? Or does this mean I'm destined for the US of A where chemical induced sleep is simply a fact of life?

time for: shower. then dinner. then over to dom's later. I need some victims to bandage/splint. I don't really remember how to bandage someone with a broken collarbone.

why?

So sick of people making "jokes" which hurt people's feelings and then not only not have the decency to realize that perhaps they took something too far, but they go and make fun of you for being too sensitive or "get a sense of humour".

Then they accuse you of being too defensive. Yeah, well, I've learned to tread carefully. All those "jokes" over the years have made of wary of whether there are traces of malice in your comments. Do they even care about my feelings? I don't think so.

I get it, some things may be funny to you but not to me. I may seem like I take things too seriously, but who doesn't when it's something they care bout? And notice one thing, you have things that you are sensitive about too, but make note that I never intentionally rip into you about it. Cuz 1) You'd deny it and somehow make me feel bad and 2) I don't think you'll find in your heart to realize that perhaps there's truth in what was said and find forgiveness. I'd rather bite my tongue than to know someone's angry with me. And when I do rip into people, it's usually accidental and you can be sure that I'll be angry with myself for it for a while.

Fuck. People just amaze me.

yay, mags!

Happy birthday to you...
You were born in the zoooooooo,
with the monnnnnnkeys and donnkeyssss.,
and you're one of the them too!

After a quick search on my friend Google, I don't think the rendition actually goes like that. But nevertheless, this is my birthday wish to Mags, and I shall write whatever I wish. (Unless it offends Mags, in which case I totally got the lyrics from this guy.)

I think you are still gallivanting about in the Caribbean. Nice way to spend a bday, by the way.

We'll make up your bday celebrations when you come back.. if you are not too pooped.. which you probably will be. (Do I know you, or do I know you? :) )

Shall end with this:
















*shiver me timbers!!*

oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAGS!!

time for: Working on my lesson plans. Has to be done. :(

post weekend update.

Yay for productive weekends!!

Worked as the second instructor for Red Cross on Saturday, which meant that I get paid the full amount, but I only teach like 25% of what the primary instructor had to teach. Going to teach my first full two-day class on July 9th and 10th. More than a little worried about it. I just have to prepare the crap out of it. Must do my lessons plans soon. And I'll have to photocopy Carol's magic first aid binder, full of agendas, course content and other great things. I may poke fun at my self-proclaimed "favourite sister" a lot, but I must admit that she has great first aid teaching skills. She covers everything that's important and does it at a fast pace so that no one really gets bored. There's a lot of useless info in the course and it's nice that she can streamline the content and make things interesting. Oddly enough, one of the things that annoy me the most about her, namely, her lame-ass jokes, work really well in the course. People enjoy a good, stupid chuckle every so often.

Met up with friends for bbt at night and stayed out with them 'til 1am even though I said we were going to leave at 9:30. It's okay, we still have multiples of 18-month-versaries to celebrate in the future, hun. True to tradition, we loitered outside after paying for our bbt for a good 45 minutes. Loitering brings out the best conversation topics ever. Why is that?

Got up at a lazy 10:30am on Sunday and lounged about 'til I was impossibly late for Sukie's baptism. And then totally went to the wrong church. (Who knew Sukie didn't belong to a korean church?? She said McNicoll and Vic. park!!) When I finally got there, I was afraid of interrupting the service and waited outside 'til someone told me to just sneak in. Only caught most of her testimony and the certificate ceremony. Congrats, Sukie!

Had lunch at Frankie's with Sukie and a bunch of friends. Too much food. Too much cheese. Way too much dessert.

Actually felt like cleaning when I got home. Cleaned up my room (which now has a messy desk once again.), did all my laundry and washed my car. I think I finally got the hang of this stupid Mr. Clean Autodry thing.

My parents went to the pride parade on the weekend. I was a little worried that they would be offended by this huge celebration of sexuality, but I think they really enjoyed themselves. They even enjoyed all the water people sprayed from balconies, that is until someone persisted on hosing my dad down while he held his prized camera. He then promptly flipped the guy off until he directed the hose elsewhere. Hahah. And you wonder where my vulgarity comes from.

That, my dear readers, was my weekend.

time for: I suppose I could clean up this desk again. But really, why bother?

become a puddle I will, pt II.

It's been 18 glorious months. Full of long talks, giggling and an uncountable number of moments I'll treasure for ever and ever. and ever.

I may not be able to explain with words how I feel or how much my hunny means to me, but the sentiments are all there. You'll just have to trust me.

Time flies when you are deliriously happy. Do you know how glad I am that you moved into Sunview?

time for: get ready and go out.

become a puddle i will.

Not to be a whiner.. but what the F*@k is up with this wave of extreme heat?

It's not even about the sweating anymore.. my head feels like it's being squeezed when I spend any time outside. It's not bad in the shade, but these headahces are just not very pleasant.

My sister advise me to get a straw hat. And as grandma as that is, I think I'll have to consider it. Heck, I started wearing touques in the winter a couple of years ago, I suppose a hat in the summer is the same thing.

I was downtown today and I saw this dude having a little run at noon. He didn't have any water with him. His shirt was already soaked and he was quite red in the face. Uhm, hello, dum dum.

Keep hydrated people. Stay out of the sun. And if you are gonna be outside, wear a hat and drink lots and lots of water. Heat exhaustion is no laughing matter. And heat strokes can be quite fatal.

This is nuts. I dunno how the ppl who live in a desert live with this kind of heat.

time for: a glass of water.

not again!

It's gonna be 34C tomorrow... and it'll feel like 38C.. grrrr.

The past couple of days has been nice.. it's been hot, but it's not humid so it was quite enjoyable.

Man, I'm not ready for summer and all these hours of sun. I still have tan lines on my back from Cuba and that was like a year and a half ago. My left arm is getting more tanned than my right arm from driving. I'm not sure if i'll be able to wait 'til next year to tint my windows.

time for: sleep. It's Friday tomorrow!! Yay!!!

teehee, clutter!

When I was at school, I had a good excuse for having a messy desk. Actually, I really thought that was the reason why my desk was always a mess.

Papers get piled up; dishes get left behind; glasses/can are casually left there after consumption. It made sense, since I spent at like 75% of my waking hours at my desk, either on my computer, eating lunch/dinner or watching TV.. and occasionally doing work.

But as I look at my desk at work... I think that I may have a problem. Then I come home.. and I know I have a problem.

What the heck?? How does all this crap get piled on my desk?

I think I need a magic storage fairy.

time for: some CSI.

so much for early to bed..

tossed and turned for more than 6 hours last nite... resulting in getting 1 hour of sleep. there was not a thing on my mind, i just couldn't sleep.

got quite angry in the middle of the night due to the frustration for being awake for no reason. I counted sheep.. I imagined myself sleeping.. I changed from one favourite sleeping position to another.. and nothing.

Nothing except having lyrics stuck in my head.. first it was "this shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S".. then it was "if i were to take you home, would you still be in love baby? in love, baby?..." THEN it was "without you all I'm gonna be is INNNCOMMMMPLEEETTTTEEE."

Again, and again, and again.

At around 5:45am I contemplated just getting up since I had to get up in a couple of hours anyway. But no, I thought I'd tried some more. I think I fell asleep at around 6:30.. I did not want to get up when my alarm went off.

Good thing the stuff I was working on at the clients' wasn't something that required a lot of thinking. I had already set up the work last week when my brain was functioning... so I just spent 7 hours today following steps and notes that I left myself. Hopefually I did everything right.

Now, what am I going to do in the next 4 or 5 hours to prevent myself from falling asleep??

And more importantly, what the hell happened last nite?? Why couldn't I sleep?? Seriously a little freaked out, I was soooo tired, but I couldn't sleep! NOOOOOOOOOO!!

time for: I dunno. Maybe i'll watch a movie.

yay, weekend's over.

As fun as weekends are, sometimes I think I get more rest during the week. For instance, when I am at work, all I have to do is to concentrate on the task at hand. But at home, especically on the weekend, I've got so much to do that my mind is everywhere trying to keep track of what has to be done. The result? I get very little done and I'm completely exhausted. I gotta stop sleeping so late on weekends. 2:30am is not acceptable. I'm supposed to a grown up now, grown ups don't sleep that late unless they have insomnia.

Finally washed my car today. Took way too long and got all wet cuz the Mr. Clean thingie flew off the hose and completely soaked me. (Man, I've got mean neighbours, they laughed at me.) Then my jeans kept dragging on the ground cuz the water weighed it down. Practice, I need more practice. (and no, I will not practice on my parents' cars.) I'll wash it again in a couple of weeks. My car is nice and clean though. Even cleaned the interior a little. I either have to stop eating breakfast in my car... or I have to buy one of those little vaccum cleaners that plug into the cigarette lighter.

Batman was such a good movie. No more of those weird cartoony sets and lame dialogue. Perhaps it was because the movie had so much acting talent, but the flow was pretty seamless and seemed much shorter than its 140 minutes. Michael Caine, Morgan Freeman, Liam Neeson, Christian Bale and Katie Holmes (Wait, was Katie the only actress in the movie?) all did great jobs. *applaud* I like Bale as batman.

Know how else I know it was a good movie? When Edward starts quoting it like crazy. Such a dork! I love it! *hugs*

time for: bed. tired. gotta get up early-ish tomorrow. (7.45am!! what? don't hate cuz I live close to work!)

oh me eyes!

Me eyes are broken.

Staring into computer and laptop screens alternately at different distances for 8 hours is not good for me eyes. Neither is not getting enough sleep. Boooo!

No msn makes for a realllllllly slow day at work. Having having lots to do makes up for it.. the day just flew straight by. And I barely made a dent in what has to be done.

Who wants to watch Batman?

time for: some rest. I can't think straight.

good things...

... come to all those who wait.

Okay, I wasn't exactly "waiting" for the rain, more like wishing and hoping that it'll come and bring relief to this insane weather. I think I got my wish.

I stood at the big window in my house just memserized by the storm. The torrents of rain, the streaks of lightning and the marvel of the thunder cracking away in the sky. I love thunder. Society dictates it freakish for me to holler and scream when I'm frustrated; ear-splitting claps of thunder is like a good friend yelling and hollering with me and sharing my frustrations. Weird? Yes. But at least I'm once again at peace now.

Know why else I like thunder? Cuz ppl are afraid of it. And I like to laugh at them. Come on, it's just noise.

X*: "aaaaaaaaaah!! Eve! I'm scared! I think God's angry!"
E: ".... what?? Aren't you in science??"
*name withheld to protect the idiot lamb

Geez man, God's not angry. It's just the sound of lightning entering your range of sound. Get a grip.

I understand there's actual danger if one were to stand alone on a hill in the middle of nowhere... while leaning on a metal pole. But what's to be scared about when you are in a house in the middle of a city like T.O?

time for: bed. I hope the thunder keeps coming like it is now, it's like a lullaby.

going crazee.

This heat/smog/stuffy weather has been driving me insane. Me and my body fat cannot take this much longer. This past 10 days has been worse than that whole summer I spent outside lifeguarding. Normal, Cdn heat, I can take. Bring on the stuffiness and I start to act a little erratically.

That's twice I've practically broken down and cried in the past 10 days. (okay.. maybe one of those times it wasn't just practically) It's a vicious cycle. I get uncomfy when it's hot. Therefore more short tempered and ppl annoy me even more... and I get even hotter. Brings all this anger up and just boils over and I go crazy. I don't yell when I'm truly angry/frustrated. I just cry. I can't deal with 10 things going wrong at the same time. Hello overload. Yes, I know, it's unreasonable to be affected by weather.. but there's Seasonal Affective Disorder to explain the depression some ppl get during the winter months.. perhaps there's something like that for summer too.

Poor Edward, I think he's been in the direct path of my absurd behavior. He'd give me a hug to make me feel better, which would usually work, except that right now, this just means more body heat and stickiness. So instead of squeezing him tight, I go, "ack! hot! go away!" Poor guy. I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you! If you see him, give him a hug for me, will ya?

To the stupid lady with the older chinese women at Pacific today: you morons, are you blind?? did you not SEE me waiting for your spot from a very awkward position on the road? did you really have to take 5 fucking minutes to put your groceries in the car, get in and drive away? did you really have to chat some more in the car once you got in?? *Give you the broken face!!*

Damn you, inconsiderate ppl!! Stop crossing the road diagonally. Take the shortest route across the road so you don't hold up traffic. Get in your car and get out of the spot in busy malls! And if you walk slow, or want to enjoy a slow window browse, could you and your friends go single file instead of taking up the whole width of the walking area??

Do you know how many times I giggled to myself while imagining clothes-lining people today? Tell me I'm not starting to think like Edwin.

time for: bed. work tomorrow. The temp. is gonna go down, right? I'll do a rain dance in the morning.