What a great weekend :) I had an amazing time and a completely distorted and crazy sleep schedule, and I thank ogram and jeffo for that! We threw a small party, played some drinking games, talked (which you know I do that a lot), and ended up playing Truth or Dare. Why do we all love to play Truth or Dare so much? We always end up playing that, for some reason. Is it because we get to do things that we would never have done? Or is it because it's a good excuse to let others know a few of your own secrets/ learn your friends' deepest desires and thoughts? Or is it just to see how far is a person, somber or drunk, is willing to go? If you think about it, it seems sort of juvenile and pointless. Will we ever grow up and get tired of Truth or Dare? I guess not, I don't recall ever playing Truth or Dare without something really 'interesting' happen. Even though I felt like I could pass out on my job the next day, it's worth it!

I saw "The Barbarian Invasion", for anyone who's heard of it (won the Oscar..), it is worth seeing; slow drama piece, but real good plot and hot french accent! And just how seriously bad of a shopaholic have I become? Today I went Warehouse discount shopping at the GUESS Outlet! Yes! The GUESS Outlet!! You'll be proud of me for busing all the way there, shop (more like grab n' go lol), and make it back ON TIME for an afternoon lab. If you've ever walked into a lab with a huge garbage bag-sized of goodies, you can imagine, how VERY out of place I am...but I'm simply too happy to care, I'm still very happy rite now...

= So finally...another post since 2 weeks ago...=
I decide to return--after I don't feel motivated to log in and post anything...at all, but I start to feel bad for abandoning my already lonesome page. So you say, whatever have I been up to? Let's see: class, then meetings, a few seminars, income tax workshops...wow my life is pretty damn boring. However, must conserve my image as a 'Westerner' so there are a couple of perks in my life...ahh the sweet few moments when I'm not doing any work~~ Last weekend, hung out with a couple of new friends at a karaoke place where we loose our voice after singing our hearts out. It got pretty funny when these guys who drove by tried to pick us up when we were waiting for the bus (btw they weren't bad-looking), too bad we weren't going in the same direction! You can imagine our disappointments *sarcasm*. Then b/c Miko came to london, I went to chill with him, his friend and Yuen for the rest of the night. We were going to a party, which got mysteriously cancelled for unknown reasons (I just don't recall what happened), hence Miko and his friend have all these booze and food just sitting there on the counter. I guess you know what's next, we pig out (= pie+ icecream+booze) and I find that I'm not a big fan of rye (yuck!).

On St. Patty's, I didn't do anything wild like everyone else, and I didn't try to find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow (as I'm sure many [stupid] ppl have tried and failed, j/k!). But I have my fun watching (and laughing) at ppl chucking their green beer with a funnel, having food fights, dancing and singing, and acquiring new languages (ie. start to talk in Spanish, with a couple of phrases of French thrown in and maybe some Irish too). I tell you, drunk ppl can do amazing things~  And on the day after, post-St. Patty's syndrome can be observed on campus everywhere. Never have I walked into so many half empty (or was it half full?) classes. Last time I check, people were still hangover, but that might have to do with the fact that they drank thurs night also...

= On Sickness =

Usually when one falls sick, home-sickness kicks in and makes one feels that much more miserable...
It reminds you of how much you miss your parents, or rather, how much you miss being taken care of. When parents would have brought you medicine, hot soup and put you to bed, now you have do it all yourself. When all that you want to do while you live at home is independence, you just can't wait to prove yourself entitled to even more freedom. You dream of having your own place; you dream of making your own rules. Now that all your wishes have finally been granted, somehow you just can't wait to get back in that nice cozy cocoon for a good dose of parental care. You would long for that weekend getaway back home; you would miss having someone fussing over the nutritional value of the food that you've been eating for dinner.
When I got very sick today, I thought, "it'll be great if there're temporary parents that come in packages..." Well, since that is technologically and realistically unfeasible, I imitated my best impression of parental care. Even though a long-distance phonecall would have probably done a better job than I can ever, but in my case when my parents live on the other side of the Earth-- waking them up at 2am is not a good solution. So upon resorting to some Lipton's instant chicken noodles and throwing myself to bed, I felt completely beaten when I realized I forgot to take my medicine...

Everything seems amiss today--thanks to a certain <insert b-term here> for pulling the <insert profanity> fire alarm at the <insult again> early 4 o'clock in the <you guessed it...massive swearing pls> morning...why before exams? why saugeen? why 4am?!

another realization strucks me today: university life without coffee would be unbearable, or actually impossible. damn Starbucks for depleting my meal plan; damn Timmy's for opening 24/7.. heh...
anyway, panda eyes = need zzzzzzzzz

here jojo: it's you and me on our "date" dt with yudan as the 3rd wheel....wait, i think i've gotten that missed up..I'M the 3rd wheel...

this morning it takes 4 alarm clocks to wake me up..and the 4th one being my roommate! lol...actually we woke each other up when both our alarm clocks are wailing like mad and we finally give in, shut them off and get to class on time~ it's so difficult having early classes at 8, but i just dun get it when some ppl can sleep in and miss their class at 12. now that we pay for our education directly from our own pockets, when each lecture costs about $14 (i was told), is it legitimate to skip class just because there's no attendance? my neighbour, who's in the same 8 o'clock calculus as I do, still dunno our prof's name or where we have class even! i dun mean that we shud never ever miss a single class (it's very nice to sleep in...once in a while ) , but skipping for a whole year?! where the logic in that?