A day of mixed feelings

Today officially marks the beginning of the most awaited day or perhaps season of the entire year by at least everyone, but me. *sobs!* I miss winter! Summer kicks in today; there better be warmer days ahead but the hope of warmer days didn't seem so promising with rainy clouds to start with today. The earth must have been crazy. Perhaps Saskatoon itself, eh?

It looks like I have acquired this habit of sleeping at ungodly hours and waking up at noon time for the past month already. I got up just in time to walk over to the Royal University Hospital (RUH) for a scheduled Ultrasound scan appointment at 12:30noon. I was all dressed up and ready to go by 12:20 when I flipped my Sony Clie SJ-22 to check which floor am I suppose to be. Heavens strucked my oblivious state off when my organizer showed me the place I was suppose to go was not the RUH but Saskatoon's Imaging Center on Bedford's Square. Now, where is Bedford's Square? I didn't want to be late to try to remember where Bedford's Sqr. is. Immediately I rang up for a cab and arrived to Bedford's Sqr., a very familiar place I've frequented for some bubble/pearl tea. It is on 8th Street!

When I was at the clinic's reception desk to register myself, I was asked to produce the note Dr. Ansell gave me. Oh fuck! I must have forgotten as I left in a hurry. I got in anyway. The nurse who is a blonde chic named Michelle, told me to take off my shirt and sit beside her. Oh wow! *wild thoughts running around; but within the confines of the room. She closed the door behind us and dimmed off the lights. I'm like, this is sooo.... not happening!! Stop it, Danny!! What are you thinking?! Okay. She squirted some gooey Ultrasound gel on my naked left shoulder and picked up the scanning device and motioned on my shoulder bone-arm. I could see a baby!! It is a girl!!!! Nah! I mean, I will not be normal if there was really another being growing in my hurting shoulder! It was just amazing how these Ultrasound scans work! Michelle picked up some gel onto the scanning device and pressed lightly on the front of my shoulder and while rubbing in circular motion she's observing the monitor with me. The images are, unfortunately, not colored. Of course, I expected that. The entire session lasted for about 10 minutes. Now, behind the chair I seated is a bed. It didn't take me long enough to realize that it's primarily for expecting mothers. duhh!!

My brother and mom were doing some groceries at Superstore. I met up with them. Collected some photos of my graduation as well as my recent "camping weekend" in Scott. As I looked through the 35 prints, I was kinda disappointed when I saw the picture 'Jillian Morgan' and I posed in the Arts tunnel on the 26th of May. Not very nice and I had the most ackward pose of all. Then I thought about it for a while and wondered if she was offended. Maybe we were physically too close to one another? Felt shitty and embarrassed and couldn't bare to take another look. The convocation pictuers didn't turn out all that good either. The auditorium was dim, the film's speed was a ISO 100, and the distance from the photographer to the stage where I received my degree was as far back and high as the auditorium could get. Although my family and I did go to campus for some more photo shooting, the weather then wasn't all that pleasing either. I could just heave a heavy sigh of giving up right now to realize I have lost an opportunity of a lifetime. It should be temporal though. It's just that things on that day did not go as I wished them to be. However, I should just pat myself on my back and convince myself that I am at least fortunate enough to have my parents over to celebrate this late convocation with me. My other friends whose parents couldn't afford to come to celebrate with their only daughter/son. Worst yet, one even had to borrow a camera from her friend to commemorate her convocating day. So Dann, you're fine. It's okay when things didn't go the way you want them to be sometimes. It's not that your expectation levels were too high, but this is the time when you learn how to tolerate with others, things, and especially yourself! So, be cool!

When my brother graduate next year, he's gonna be my center of attention! I hope he allows my glamour shots! hehe!

Bought a book from McNally's Robinson on Photoshop and found out it's kind of not worth up to its value (25.99$). It came with a CD and I'm not quite certain if I should return it... is it returnable?

Chatted and video-conferrenced with Priscilla G. today. Feelings of guilt lingered in and around me when she first messaged me in MSN messenger because I haven't finished reading it and I did slacked off for a few days. As soon as I knew it was her messaging me, I'm like oh-uh! is she going to ask me about the paper that I'm suppose to proof-read and I'm like only three-quarter done? The conversation went kinda cute though and I thought I was snaking my way out of it. But no, it was funny! Then mom came to the rescue by yelling "dinner is ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come and eat your Egg pocket!!"

Egg Pocket, mom's new creative creation. T'was good. I'm gonna steal the recipe from my mother and make it for my own (well, later I'll make it for friends) till perfection. Like the Americans, they steal ideas and make it better and claim ownership on it. Thankfully Im only quasi-American.

Felt like someone was insinuating me. Maybe I am just overly sensitive. I should just put up with a Alex-type A behavior--don't give a fuxk about anything. It'd be different for me, change the "anything" to certain things

Happy Summer holidays! Enjoy your summer, dear readers!

My first digital art published!! Spent an hour creating this cool feather pen using Photoshop CS. Feather pens have always been associated with knowledge, intelligence, articulacy (if ever there's such an adjective), and literacy, hence, the "Knowledge is Power". Quite a common adage I must say but it simply adds more to the composition. I thought splattering some ink carelessly would make it more believing. Do you have time to critic on this picture?
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Some pictures

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Palomino Horse ride in Downtown

Here are the few banned ads that I find extremely hilarious. For more, please visit Block Nine and click on the video section.

Boobs Magazine
Bad idea jeans
3 girls take off bikinis in Denmark
Blind man and Levis jeans
Erotic food
Fart
Loose panties
I need a condom now!
Kylie Minogue [Lingerie]
Yeah, but at least it takes our focus off your face
Metal detector
Nice boots
IKEA pig farmers
Fighting chimp
Football fever
Dancing penis
Sony camera

Other news:
Yahoo! Mail has just increased their free webspace quota from 4MB to 100MB, which is a positive step to take in order to keep customers from flocking to Gmail that offers 1000MB free! Did I say free? Yeah, for FREE! What makes Gmail more interesting is the keyboard short-cut keys in which I believe no webmail providers have done it before. Thus, making Gmail the pioneer in this cutting edge technology and is about to change our daily rituals of using webmails as our primary email consoles. Yahoo!'s new interface hasn't a dramatic change either. I don't think I am all that impressed with the changes except for the 25 times larger mailbox. Check it out!


What happened
It was my turn to make dinner today and I made one of my fav Asian dish called Szechuan's Eggplant Stir-fry with ground beef. I'd g crazy over this dish and because it was sooooo goooooooooood, I'm insanely mad... to have a late lunch and wasn't hungry at all when I dished it out. Mom has always insisted that she makes our meals but she didn't have to. I didn't hessitate even though I dislike working/playing on the computer for too long. T'was a great dinner though. We, mom brother and I, took a walk downtown along the river side up to Delta Bessborough Hotel when 2 parade horses pulling a carriage parked beside the curb. Ah! 7.50$ per person. Since we missed a horse ride in Montreal 2 years ago, we hopped on this carriage and the Palomino horses took us for a 15 minutes ride trotting gracefully. The sound of cloking: clok! clok! clok! clok! when their hoofs coherently hit the ground is not any noise/sound. Unable to explain nor describe in further details, felt like musics to my ears. These light brown parade horses are simply just amazing creatures. I had the opportunity to carress my palm on the mammal's body, neck, and head. I'm dreaming of the horse taking me away to a land far far away, with my lover behind me. We had to hurry home as it was getting dark and I felt a heavy heart to leave these beautiful beasts. I don't know how to explain how I felt but I think horses and I do have some kind of connection. My brother made a statement: "It's nice to own a horse, eh?".
It's weird and yet amazing and coincidental because here I am today with real horses; 3 days ago, we were all trying to immitate the 4 singing horses Acappella style. Mom traced out the gray horse that stood on the most left. What is the connection? Is something happening?

At Mandarin restaurant having dimsum with Lavina Yuen for lunch earlier, I read my chinese horoscope for my year, 1979. The last sentence reads: Gets along well with Horses, Boars, Sheeps, and ... (can't remember). I'm a Sheep/Ram by the way.
After lunch, I had to lugged back a 14lbs bag of rice. At least now I know how to get around town by bus, so, it's really nothing. In the bus, I noticed a young large girl at the back of the bus where she sat looking at me. Well, I wasn't sure if it was a look or a stare. I noticed her eyes shied away when I was glancing around my shoulders, then I looked back at her and she greeted me with an obliging smile. A smile makes two. Wow! That was something. If she had really been looking at me, should I freak out?! Nah, rather I should be a man and get to "sell myself" away in hopes to get, uhh..., laid? I'll just leave that to my imaginations. She got off with me at the stop close by where I live. No wonder she's somebody familiar? Perhaps I don't quite remember where I've seen her or what I've done to/for her? Oh-uh!

Finally, I watched Jackie Chan's latest remake of "Around the world in 80 days". I am still amazed at JC because he is still able to amuse people with his absofucklutely cool stunts and moves. One big disappointment to me is that this version do not have cut-scenes at the end of the movie. I have always loved to see how things went wrong and they're always really hilarious! It's quite funny but not the best given the knowledge of his capabilities and abilities. JC can make better movie than this one even though it's a remake of the one in 1989??

M&M's drunkened with weed
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Girls, pay attention! Guys, too bad.
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Next winter's project in Saskatoon
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During winter this year, I think the sculptor came to our university and left his piece of art at The Bowl, on campus.
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Get a date, emulate her.
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Europeans vs. Americans
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OMG! You can read chinese!
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MILF
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Whoever designed this is definitely not a woman.
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Wish list

615! Six fifteen!! Claudia (Cheng Kayan) hinted to me it is a kind of shoe. I found out later that 615 is a type of New Balance's shoe for girls, uhh collector's items, I think. Last week, she has been changing her handle everyday and it doesn't look any different except one will definitely know that she's counting down to June 15. So, I asked her Monday what was she going to do in a few hours time over the chatline. She just said "615!!!!!!!!!!" I thought, "Oh yeah, right, the shoe. Probably it's a year's anniversary for her shoe and herself." I asked her today when is her birthday. "615!!" Ah, A belated birthday wish from me then. I thought I have just missed something... felt the emptiness in my heart.

I asked what she wished for to which she responded "I can't tell you. If I do, then it will not come true". Well, here is my wish list people:

(some are really just imaginaries/fictitious),
1. A nice home; not too big nor small like where I'm staying now
2. Vaccines to all diseases so people may live longer
3. I wish I could stop United States from nosing into another's ass
4. Happiness within myself as well as my immediate surroundings
5. Unbreak my broken limbs
6. I wish to find a loving & understanding soulmate (Yoon-Young Choi look-alike always preferred)
7. Peace in my heart as well as in everyone's!
8. Lactose tolerant!
9. Cranium has a Malaysian Edition, in English!!
10. A professional digital SLR (Nikon & Canon)
11. High end lenses to fit item 10, cheapo ones don't mind too.
12. Travel around the world.
13. Able to draw nudes better, they all look disfigured on my drawing paper. lol! gotta visit the art's studio more often and still be able to hold on to my sanity.
14. iPod 40GB!!!
15. Casio Exilim! Why the heck do I want more than a camera?! I love these little gadgets.
16. A love doll. *sob! I'm so lonely.
17. A magic wand!! granting wishes for myself.
18. a sponsored annual snowboarding trip in Canada, Whistler Mt.
19. Retire early.
20. A car
21. gas price drop!!
22. Another bachelor degree!
23. academic scholarships
24.
...

Is your list longer than mine? Are all your wish list, uhh, selfish?

What do most, if not all, men want the most in their lifetime (other than sex with all beautiful women in the world)?

given a chance, would you live either on the moon or Mars for 6 months? I wish for the red planet.

Zero

Zero. Nothingness, emptiness, empty, no longer there, not existing or non existence and that's probably up to where I can think of zero. If you have other variations, please feel free to add on. Pretty much like the previous posting "Till the last drop", but the only thing is that this time I had a Finnish vodka Evgeuni P. got for all of us to drink from small shot glasses at Mark Caeser's apartment (Sutherland). Clint, Caeser's friend, I'm quite amazed at how much in similar taste in genre's of games he has with me. A big fan of Silent Hill episodes in which I did try to play the 3rd part last week and was already all freaked out. He completed the game.... whooooosh!! Jumped out of his seat twice; Caeser wasn't left out of the action too as he devotedly watched Clint fiddling his way to kill monsters and get terrified, petrified, and mortified by the game.

After much of the vodka disappeared (down in our stomaches), and after much talking, Caeser decided to show us something he finds amazing. He opened his email and there are four horses behind wooden fence like those in farms. When I saw it I knew what those horses do. They don't run or does anything like what normal horses do. Interestingly, well, you might have seen it before, they represents a type of sound in music, much like in acappella, but without music instruments. Because it was so long ago I heard & seen of such thing, as well as it was the first time for the rest, it was pretty amazing. If you want to know what I'm talking about, please visit the following link below:

Acappella Ranch horses

So, it is very difficult to try NOT to immitate the sounds of each horses especially the dark gray horse that goes "boom schee schee; boom boom... booom schee schee". So, because Mark plas the guitar and records his own musics on the computer, it was his idea to record all of us doing what the horses are doing. We each pick a horse to immitate (its voice). I picked the above, Clint the female horse with receding hair (most right), Evgeuni is the light gray horse, and Caeser is the second from left that sounds like as though he's the meditating buddist monk going "Ooouuummmmmmmmmmmmmm...." repetitively. Much like you'd click on the each horse to hear it humming its own acappellic voice, we did the same by pointing fingers. The entire scene was awesome & hilarious, it was recorded too. When we hit the playback, we can actually see the sound waves of our singing. I started first and the wave was mild; but it grew as the others took turns to join in the singing, didn't want to leave me solo all the time. Then, there was this big leap in the waves... that's Clint's. None of us could contain our laughters and as soon as I broke out in laughter, it spread!! It really spread to the rest. Almost died laughing! I will get the sound file up here for your listening.

As for the poor bottle of vodka, which has been sitting & chilling out in the fridge for 30mins already, Mark grabbed in and called for the 7th toast, was was for :( some BS i can't remember. But the 6th was for Exotic women in which we discussed quite interestingly disputing each other's point of view. Mostly a comparison between caucasian women and asian women. the 4th toast sounds like "you can do any friggin' thing you want, but just don't get caught". Perhaps the lamest toast by me. haha! the 3rd was to friendship; Mark offered upon which I agreed/seconded abruptly. The 2nd, was in Russian in which Mark's guessing translation turns out to make more sense after Evgeuni explains the need to rhyme like that of Russian. So, "Between one and two, keep the minutes few" but what the heck, we understood anyway. Down goes the vodka.
The first shot (and the 5th), WTF?!, can't remember. Anyway, had a good time there!

My student for photoshop is really dissing me by making me do all her assignments. :( but should I complaint much as i'm getting quite a good pay for an unemployed chap like myself?? hehe! so much to learn.

I'm broke. Now, doesn't the zero up there makes more sense to you?

What is dry humor?

After I wrote my previous posting, I didn't think anybody would find "Boozed weekend in Scott" funny. Perhaps I have found my true talent, and that would be a talent of not knowing how to describe something funny when they're suppose to be funny. So, do you say to me I have dry humor? So, What is dry humor (or humour as the British's would spell it)? Do I have it?! "Is it humor minus the saliva?"

I have always thought that Eelynn has dry humor either in some ways or in all ways. If that is true, because I do see a little of myself in her, perhaps it is true for me too. Michelle used to say to us to give Lynn charity laughters whenever she tries to tell a joke or two because we know Lynn (and perhaps myself) can't really make a joke a joke! A joke that make us laugh crazy & and wild & perhaps remembered and worth to tell to another.

Hmm, there are people whom I know who are really, really funny. They tickle your funny bones with their stories about their life. How do they do that?! Are funny people borned to be humorous? If they are, then I can accept the fact that my humors are a little dry. Just like drinking dry wine, there's this tangy taste in your throat when you gulp in as oppose to smooth wines.

What do you think?

Boozed weekend in Scott

Scott and I have been planning on doing things for the weekend of 12th and the 13th since last week. He came up with 2 plans and both of the plans flopped because things either came up that required immediate attention or time just wasn't right. So, he called again Thursday and suggested that his friend who is from Scott has invited them for a camping trip at her place. Her name is Sylvia. Scott was quite excited with the idea of going to Scott and Scott's friends. I thought this might probably work out because it wasn't Scott's idea to go to Scott. And it all worked out!

Pause. Scott is a place approx. 1h 40mins west of Saskatoon and about an 40 mins south of North Battlefords. Scott is also a person. From a certain angle, he somehow appears to me to resembles Owen Wilson. So, I hopped into Ben's (Benjamin Eng) car, and headed west with a piece of a what-appears-to-be-a-horribly written-directions.

We arrived nevertheless. But when we left Scott, we were all asking each other how to go back. That piece a paper with directions is, however, apparently a one-way-ticket to Scott. It was funny as we drove aimlessly but were heading east. ;)

Anyway, the weather has been butt ugly so the initial camping plan didn't quite carry through. All six of us stayed-in Sylvia's. Went out to the town's only bar at around 9:30pm. Apparently, Sylvia has invited a 28 year old huge beer-bellied guy who is desperate and is going to hit on any girls he meets. We are 3 guys and 3 girls. Ben, Scott, Myself Danny; Sylvia, Chelsea (Scott's girl), and Leah. When Sylvia told us about him (Conrad), we were quite worried for Chelsea and Leah. Uh-oh! I didn't sense any harm from Conrad though, quite a nice chap. Probably he was hammered, with beer!!! omg! what a drinker! And perhaps we, or maybe our girls, were quite lucky as a blonde came in the bar and walked up and chatted with him. Maybe somebody familiar? At least he is kept at bay.

Those 3 girls are totally craaaazy fun and hilarious!! Leah, speaks with a unique accent, is a calm, down to earth, amicable, and perhaps sensible girl so full of energy. When I entered, I noticed somebody familar who took Beginning French II with me last summer -- Leah! Learned that she grew up in Malaysia, lived in Penang and went to an International School over there. She came back to Canada when she was 15 yrs old. Been nine years ago and she doesn't speak any Malay. That is just unfortunate.

Sunday morning, to kick things off, we chugged in our last 6 bottles of beer for breakfast. Scott and Chelsea were pushed to down in all in while still in bed. We joined however. Pancakes to eat and then later, played a very interesting board game called Cranium. I enjoyed it very much and thought that everyone who is visiting Canada should at least play this game once before going back to wherever you come from. Since it's a Canadian edition, it is packed with quintessentially Canadian content and it-is-a-definite roof-raiser!! We raised and brought down the roof and the ceiling with our laughters and jokes on each other when making a funny move or looking at a stupid picture drawn with the eyes closed. Know what a fartknocker is? How about a jumart? There's another game called Slanger where you would, very much similar to Balderdash, guess out the meaning of a slang. Oh yeah, we did laugh our asses out reading aloud the creative definitions of others. Leah, apparently was known as the Hussie in green! coined by Chels when Leah wrote "I suck!" for slang she knew nothing off. This would be a timestamp so I will not forget how much fun I had.

"Soup and fish" is a slang for "A tuxedo". Imagine what kind of glares you'd get when you demand for your tux using this slang. Wouldn't you just snap when your butler who didn't understand that slang actually brings you what you specifically asked? It would have been hilarious!

Pot luck... I was late.

Where shall I go? Nobody has invited me to their homes. Have I been a bad boy? I'm sorry if I have. Cool down, because I think people are cool, I'm cool as well, no?

That is about all I would write for tonight. I'll postpone my other thoughts for another day.


-Ps: Blogger's server was down a night or two ago, I think. Because we do not always know when website servers go down for maintenance or malfunctioned, always make a habit to COPY ALL of the content you wrote to NOTEPAD before you push the button that reads "PUBLISH POST". Simply "SELECT ALL" (Ctrl + A) in the box where have typed, and COPY (Ctrl + C; or right click on highlighted areas, select COPY). Open NOTEPAD (optional) and paste your blog in. Then switch back to your blog to PUBLISH POST. There you go! I really hate to rewrite my entire blog. This is the precautionary step I practice even in writing emails, especially when they are long ones. Have fun.

Shortly after I was born...

..., I have made several decisions: (Bold sentence denotes true)

01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions
02. I don't watch much TV these days
03. I love broccoli
04. I love sleeping
05. I have loads of books
06. I once slept in a toilet (don't ask)
07. I love playing video games
08. I adore marijuana (juss never smoked it before..)
09. I watch porn movies
10. I watch "One Tree Hill"
11. I like sharks
12. I love spiders, I think they're adorable, especially the ones with bright colors on their backs
13. I was born without hair and I still have no hair
14. I like George W. Bush
15. People are cool
16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year
17. I have a Toyota and a pool
18. I have a lot to learn
19. I carry my knife everywhere with myself
20. I'm really, really smart
21. I've never broken someone's bones
22. I have a secret
23. I hate rain
24. I drink health juice (JAMBA JUICE)
25. Punk rock rules
26. I hate Bill Gates
27. I love Vietnamese
28. I would hate to be famous
29. I am not a morning person
30. I have long hair
31. I have short hair
32. I have potentials
33. I'm pure Afghan
34. My legs are two different sizes I refuse to believe my legs are identical
35. I have a long lost twin
36. I wear those long ass socks
37. I can roll my tongue
38. I like the way that I look
39. I'm obsessed with Italian food
40. I know how to French braid
41. I can be pessimistic or optimistic whenever I want
42. I have a lot of mood swings
43. I skateboard/snowboard -->SnowBoard!!!! yey!
44. I think that skateboarders are HOT
45. I'm in a band
46. I have talents
47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have
48. I think that I'm popular
49. I am currently single
50. I can't swim
51. My favorite color is either blue, red, or white
52. I practically live in sweatshirts
53. I love to shop
54. I would classify myself as either punk or goth
55. I would classify myself as ghetto
56. I'm a prep, shop at abercrombie&AE&FCUK, and ADMIT IT
57. I'm obsessed with my xanga (blog)
58. I don't hate anyone
59. I know how to square dance
60. I have a unibrow
61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mom
62. I have a cell phone
63. I believe in BUDDHA (yes, he existed)
64. I watch MTV on a daily basis
65. I know how to play the tuba
66. I need coffee to live -->only during study sessions & exam periods
67. I have had a boyfriend before
68. I've rejected someone before
69. I currently like someone and they have no idea that I like them
70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life
71. I want to have kids when i'm older
72. I have changed a diaper before
73. I've called the cops on a friend before
74. I bite my nails
75. I am a member of the Hilary Duff club
76. I'm not allergic to anything
77. I love Broadway plays, and have been to at least 3
78. I have no idea who the 38th president was
79. I plan on seeing Mary Kate and Ashley's new movie
80. I am completely shy around the opposite sex
81. I'm online 24/7
82. I have at least 25 away messages saved
83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party
84. I loved Rush Hour
85. I've read all of the Harry Potter trilogy
86. If I were a dwarf, I would be dopey
87. When I was a kid I played with G.I. Joe
88. I don't mind country music
89. I would die for my friends
90. I think that Juicy Fruit is the best type of gum
91. I watch soap operas whenever I can
92. I'm obsessive and paranoid and extremely jumpy
93. I would love to be Demi Moore because Ashton Kutcher is a major hottie
94. I love the Beatles.. they're classic
95. I know all the words to 'I'm a barbie girl'(by whom?)
96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy..
97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it
98. I have to fart
99. I want this damned thing to be over
100. I'm happy

41 true out of 100 items
Verdict: I am not so much of bullshits in life. Thank heavens I failed this "Life's a Bullshit" quenstionnaire. *chuckles!*

A brag

Bragging can often convey positive feelings as well as negative ones. I have been dealing with this problem for a long time. Sometimes a few of my good friends and my brother would confess their heart-felt feelings to me saying that I sometimes go over-board in arrogance and often find me bragging too much about myself.

Looking back, this problem I have been fighting since my early 20s can be traced to my teen years. I craved for parental love & attention in which I lacked much. There is this vague stigma in me to seek for attention and was a very serious problem in my late teens until I realize I did not gain much from deliberate search. I have not been complimented much for the things I do when I was a teenager and today when somebody do compliment me in some ways I get so full of myself. Stop! Analyse! Everybody do crave for some attentions in one way or another. I am guilty of this act myself. Even up to today but there are many possible explanations to this social ill, at least that's what some people would categorize it to be. There is, I think, another part of me, who is innately malignant and suffers from probably minor ADD or Attention Deficiency Disorder. The things I say today would somehow subtly hurt or offen that person I am communicating with. Often it will be too late for me to realize what I have just said is offensive. The way I word things out, as a good friend of mine said, made her felt stupid. What is the psychology of all these when I can sometimes relate and understand people who are doing similar things to me?

My dear mother has always related to me about my childhood and especially my growing years as a teenage boy. There has been a lot of damages done to my brother in my pursuit of attention. Today, my family owes something to God because we, my brother and I especially, did not resort to drug abuse, become a punk in the society, turn out to be a spoil spoilt, or a really psychopath attention disorder patient. As for myself, today I seek attention in my very own way is perhaps, according to mother, the best of two evils as a mean to calm and reward myself of attention deprivations, perhaps. There is an urgent need to be humble and meek but even with God's help, it will not an over night effort; however, I do and I will try. My brother's heart has been very broken and perhaps his childhood times are as haunting as mine but with different problems altogether and for the most part, I believe I am the culprit of it all. "If you break a vase, you should patch things up" is the thought that now constantly pounds my mind. I now feel the terrible qualms of my guilts expanding day by day; the more reasons for the need to patch things up. There can be no amount of apologies, perhaps, to forgive myself and hope things will be fine. But I need to stop living in my past and from this day forward I will make things new, with the strength of the Almighty and Holy Spirit.

A brag not one more from me
Spit back at my face and hug me once more
when you know I tell a brag
Help me to help you, and I will help you to help myself
we then can live without seeing black faces.

Y tu amigo tambien

Bienvenida a mi bitacora! Tambien se le conoce como Blogger, Weblog o Jurney. ¿Eso te da una idea de lo que es esto? Si es asi, felicidades, mereces una galletita ^_^ Podria comenzar diciciendo que aqui yo escribo lo que me de la gana y si no te gusta te larges (¡espera, espera!)No es asi ^^' Más acertadamente, este blog ha sido creado por mi manía a escriibr, por lo que no será raro que veas más actualizaciones en mis Escritos que en mismo blogger ^^ Como sea, por ahí encuentras algo que no va contigo, en lo que no estas deacuerdo o de plano algo que te resulta ofensivo y/o denigrantemente grotesco (quizá exagero un poco) entonces observa el lema de este blogger: "Todo está aquí, y la puerta también. Cada quien sabe que hacer con esto" Mmm esperando no haber sonado muy agresiva, me despido :)

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A meal a day
I had the entire school year to experiment the above title for myself and here is my result: it works! Although we were often hammered in the head that breakfast *is* the most important meal of the day, you can actually skip it and get away with gastrics and/or stomach aches or feel hungry later in the day. It works for me but please remember, results will vary from person to person depending on your metabolic rate, how active you were during the day. Whenever I'd wake up for early morning classes at 8AM, I'd just have a glass of milk and 4 slices of break or just a banana (best choice). I'd go on till 6pm without anything except for juices. Of course, this is not a very healthy practice but if some of you girls are looking to cut down weight, this is probably one way you can starve yourself. Well, while I'm aware there are some other options for your dieting plans without starving, mine's the cheapest and teaches you self-discipline. I'd study at the library for a day long and when it's time for dinner, around 6pm, I'd think of my dinner as a reward. Not that I will not reward myself if I didn't study much, but that is just not a good practice habit as it would cultivate laziness. That's the last thing I'd ever want. It's more like a reward-scheme. That's my "A meal a day" plan. A meal a day keeps gastric away.

On to another thing, my old desktop has failed on me. I bought 2 HDDs to replace thinking the HDD that came with the IBM has bad sectors and rendered useless-- practically a piece of junk. I can't load any OS into it and I gave up. I had no clue what is going on with the machine. After much hessitations, I decided to call up IBM support. There were going to charge me depending on my questions and I know my warranty has expired long ago, which was why I hessitated. I lied my way through and the operator said, "... I may charge you depending on your question, sir." After relating much about my pathetic machine's condition and symptoms, I think I had his sympathies. I learned that some capacitors around the CPU were leaking. The forever reseting looping behavior now seems all so crystal clear. Because computer understands only binary language, that is ones and zeros or off and on, data cannot be continued to be passed down to another section of the mainboard. The way I understand it is quite simple actually. Imagine a superficial city with your starting point on a road that splits into 3 roads. these roads goes to a destination in a bottleneck road. You were instructed that if you can't use Road 1, you shall use an alternative route, Road 2, and Road 3. If all else fails, return to starting point. In my case, all the capacitors were leaking, all the roads were blocked. So, it's not very difficult to figure out why it's behaving that way it is behaving.

Anyway, it has been raining in Saskatoon almost 2 days now. The past 2 weekends has been a rainy one. Looks like I won't have a sunny weekend day/night for this week either. Going to the observatory during the weekend would be a nice thing to do -- on a clear day. Hate being stuck at home, with only one PC to use. My mother's staying with me in my room. It's hard to surf for sexy pictures! haha!

Ai Yoshida.
Seems to me that you knew something that I don't
Your behavior towards me changed as you remained not-much-to-say
You didn't have to take it so seriously of what others say
to you, because I have not made my move yet.
I have no motives nor intentions.
Beautiful! I wish you a happy vacation in Japan! See you in 3 months!

Michelle T. Everyone has a nickname as I, too, is known by many names. nothing offensive werrrrt! Gah! I had to spit out those Malaysian suffixes here to justify an amicable speech. You bejesus me sometimes. To say that it's hard to find a girl like you in China, Malaysia (esp), Taiwan, Thailand, Japan is to mean that you are a very special person. In a good sense! haha! Saskatoon owes you one for you have resurrected this ghost town. It's dead once again. shsssh!!

Priscilla G. a.k.a. "Tortilla", Ee Lynn, and the Late Atomic Weight Michelle Tan. Uhh, please ignore the "Tan" ; just Michelle. Her ego is already too big to fit into my car, so I have everybody do me a favor NOT to call her fullname so Michelle can get in too.
H!

What a job!

Portraits of some of my friends are up.


Agent Danniella


Agent Prishilla a.k.a. Tortilla


Agent Denise a.k.a Sore Throat??


The Dannie's Angels posing in Danny's kitchen after feasting on pork butt.


These were the only Mexicans that came by to my place to savoured Conchinita Pibil, one of Mexican's most rare Slow-cooked pork powered with a 2oz of Premium Tequila. Ee Lynn was not left out and I extend my gratitude to her for making this happen. I was like "*ahem!* On behalf of all the Malaysian friends you know, I present to you a dish of your native land, Puerco Pibil, as a friendly gesture towards a friendship (between Mexico and Malaysia; kononnya play politics! haha!) that is just about to begin. It's too bad that you people had to go too soon but I'm sure all of us Malaysians, the ones you know, are very grateful and happy to have met you all. bla bla bla!"

I have been tutoring a student from HK on Adobe Photoshop 7 for the past 3 weeks. This is the coolest job I have ever done coz I get to write my blog, listen to music, and chat while I tutor her. Best thing of all is that I still get paid full amount (15$ per hour) for at least 2 hours a day for 4 days a week at least. Sometimes I end up working for 4 hours just to do her assignments for her. There is a difference between tutoring and doing assignments for student(s) and I think the latter best describes my current position. I don't think she's learning anything at all but heck, think about it, I'm getting paid that amount and I'm learning new stuffs on Photoshop-- stuffs I never knew existed. Remember about chatting and listening to music while on the job? If you say i'm robbing this girl her purse, you're wrong to such lame claim. Instead, you should feel happy for me, shake you head side ways, give me a sigh of relief then say to me, "what a job! what a job, danny!"

Tears from the skies

Saskatoon unfamiliar to many
a name frown upon usually
by people out of this town twenty
miles away asking "where is that?" ignorantly.

I have been here 3 years already this coming August 20.
There are hardly any mountaineous landscapes around here
only to learn later that I'm 'stuck' in a place called the prairies,
which is a large area of level land and is one of the dry treeless
plateaus east of the Rocky Mountains according the Webster dictionary.
Translated to simple English, it's freaking flat land.

Anyway. Only when I'm in the mood do I churn out some awfully good thoughts not for shallow minds. Oh yeah, I'm very shallow minded now.

Chatted with Priscilla Gonzalez & Lynn today and they were both great people to talk to. I am not really sure if I have made a good friend with the Rosalva Luna look-alike because until today she's been very kind and generous with words towards me. Perhaps it could be the Mexican's customs to remain persistance with kind words? Wait a minute, what am I talking about? It's not like the rest of the world is uncivilized and uncurteous. I'll leave it be. All I meant to say was just the first sentence of this paragraph. And a good friend!

Claudia, Hong Kong hottie in her late teen, sought help with me for a problem with her computer, which I later learned was infested with 41 unique computer viruses. I supplied her with tips on how to get around the problem and called her up today and I got good news. Not that of a biggie anyway but at least I know she's capable to become a tech-savvy person ... one in a million.

There's a dire need to get out of Saskatoon broiling from within my heart. Somewhere I will go but I don't know whereof yet, however, it will definitely be a place I have not been and hopefully not too expensive in terms of currency exhange. High time for arbitraging scouting opportunities. Somewhere where I don't see a multitude of ethnic Chinese people loitering on the streets or flocking malls. A few caucasians would be ideal but definitely not too many though. Where would that be? Where would that be? Maybe I should postpone my photo-shooting session with Claudia to August. It was suppose to be in July. She's such a beauty! A real talented girl, indeed.

For the most part in this blog session are not of today but yesterday as well as 2 days back. Later readers.

What are your views on Blogging

I have been blogging almost daily, if not frequently. So have my friends. Today, I reflected on what we, youngsters as well as adults alike, are doing on the world wide web almost literally glued to our computers for hours -- blogging. Do we have a life?

What if you told you friend that you have a blog and s/he laughed at you and told you to get a life?! Don't we bloggers have a life to write about? We are, I think, constantly engaged in deep thoughts analysing situations and things simultaneously. We keep our brain active, thus alive. We do not want deadbrainstherefore, on the contrary, we want life and we have a life! Perhaps blogging is one of our lonely desperate means to communicating with people? There are some who even do it round the clock and their names get published on the WWW and gets interviews from media agencies. Uhh... is that their pathetic life? Can you say they have no life? If so, you're telling me there are few conditions one has to fulfill before they can be labelled "No life!" by blogging?

What keeps us coming back most of the time is that rewarding feeling about the things you wrote and somebody has read and commented on it. You may have written a good article/poem, or just plainly your dead boring story, however, even so, you'd often find yourself reading and re-reading what you wrote. Feels like you have succeeded or a sense of achievement. Don't you agree?

I can't be writing email to everybody about what's happening in my daily life, can I? Can you? What do you think?

Falling in & Falling out

Being single in a foreign land can be an interesting one. I have been in love, deeply in love with a woman who is 2 years my senior and I thought to myself, "This is it! She's the person! My search ends here" Too soon have I said and convinced myself of that. Too soon I began to realize a part of her that radiates discomfort to my sensitive heart. I fell out of love. She is no longer the one. Although I dread the thought of this reality, time has not healed my horrific discovery. How can I be wrong? Things were wonderful but they are so different now. Nothing I can do. I am trying to unlearn a belief that I held on so strongly that the love I have showered on a person will return eventually. Perhaps this belief has a time period in which it can be true but lapsed when her age catches on?

Meeting people on campus and on the streets is one helluva adventure. Should I be falling in love again? Or should I learn not to be afraid of falling out of love? Perhaps both clearly states to me to get on with life and not sit here deciding which path to take on.

Friendship

Friendship

is a promise

spoken by the heart

It is not given by any pledge

nor written on any paper.

It is a promise

renewed everytime

when we keep in touch.


Extracted from CikguLee's blog. I am certain my readers will agree with what was written above. Our Friends from Mexico, Germany, Canada, France, remember us and we will continue to fulfill each other's promises. We will only gain a beautiful wonderful friendship bountiful of love and respect. Don't be a fool for friendship does not come easy at times.

Up to neck level

Mom has been staying with me since her arrival and I am loving it (plz disassoaciate this quote from McDonald's latest and lamest ad campaign). We talked about many things especially on life's experiences. Despite all the warm advises and painful times in life she had been through, I have not only learned life on earth would be as easy as what our eyes perceive.

The other thing I realized is when one has too much of advises from the same person who is eager to teach/train you up, one would not be able to take it all in within a continuous period of compacted time. To illustrate, one would fall back in performance if one studies too much of a subject for prolonged time unless of course, s/he has the passion for it; but that person is considered to be part of the predisposition of the norm. Basically, you can't be studying on biology for the rest of your life 24/7. You must give yourself a break and be away to do other things so that your mind can focus on things that is not dull. When you don't, you feel stressed up, tensed up, and just feel like crinching your hand into a fist so hard you could punch a hole in the wall. It's up to your neck level and you're boiling with stress and you don't want to hear it any more, at least for the moment. However, it does not mean you have lost your interests in that subject. Smokers would religiously take 5-10 minutes break from their study desk for two reasons: 1)It's the finger-to-mouth thing for cigarrettes or in other words, they're hooked to it; 2)For the brain to rest and thus pushing in for more room to accomodate more intake of information. It's a subtle mental process only known to your body and mind. You feel bored with the subject after a while and you'll find yourself wondering around the library, chatting with people on various subjects, picking up a magazine to read (aside your textbook), going out for a walk, etc.

That is what I need right now, at least that's what I feel right now.

I'm in the process of making my own decision. I should decide on whether or not I should go to England for Law degree, China for at least a 2 months back-packing trip, or use all the monies for the backpacking trip to purchase a car here in Canada, continue staying in Saskatoon to try to get into College of Engineering, which is one of the top 20 in the school of Engineering in the entire North America.

I have been told that Engineering is not meant for me. It is not my direction. Like my friends used to tease me "Show me the way...", I thought I could really use that right now. That phrase was suppose to be a pick-up line I picked up somewhere from the internet long ago but never actually used it until last year and I get teased about it till today. Samantha, a beautiful flick-chick of Asian origin who aspires to be a dentist is a smart, intelligent, charming, gorgeous, and Liv Tyler type of personality. I was in front of Lynn's room when she came in after I helped her smashed and killed a bug on the ceiling in her room, which is opposite of Lynn's. I was 'pressing'. I knew where the washroom is but since she is right there I blurted out,
"Sam, can you show me the way?"
Looking puzzled and looked back into my eyes, "Yeaaah, where do you want to go?" unconvincingly she uttered.
"Show me the way to your heart", I promptly responded with a smiling grin; then laughed.
"...", speechless. blushed. I can't recall anything if she had said anything from here on. She walked away and back into her room.
That day onwards, I suffered the tortures of this mental recollections with teases from Lynn especially then news spreaded and Michelle Tan, Vincent See, Ivy Hor, and the rest of the Malaysian people who lived in Rezz that year. That incident was meant to be funny and by saying "torture" I don't mean it in a negative way that warrants a stop to it all. I have used the lamest pick-up line on the weirdest situation (after killing a holiday-ing bug in her room) on the sweetest girl whom I know there's no way we're going to work together to make things happen. Just think of it as a fantasy, she's in it. I'm not getting any funny ideas about her although usually in my fantasies anything goes.

Days in Saskatoon for the past 5 days has been a gloomy one--rain clouds shrouds the entire city bringing rain and wind, and of course, bringing the temperature down to as low as 2. Because of such nice weather (to the farmers), I didn't shoot many graduation photos of myself. The best, I think, in the next twenty years to recollect my memories of a unique day like my recent convocation would be in my memory & I hope it will not be lost forever. As best as I can I hope at the best of my articulation I could paint out clearly a picture for my family and friends to see. Small achievement though but worth remembering as this has become a benchmark for my success -- that I can make all things done, at least with positive driven determinations.

Till the last drop I had

It's Saturday May 29th.
It has been a long time since I wrote.
Occupied with both my parents and my brother
My old lady too occupied with free-cell game
Days were like these during the days I did not write
Today a double celebration, Mom's birthday & my convocation/graduation day, a unique Red Ice Wine brewed from British Columbia, was opened and savoured till the last drop at the Gan's family (Jullian, Josephine, Jotham, & Melissa). I had the privillage to the very last drop of the indescribable fine & sweet ice wine. It was shared among 9 other people including myself over raspberry pie on vanilla ice cream (2 scoopings).

I made Conchinita Pibil for my family and they just love it. Mom couldn't stop teasing me about the pig's butt or the pig's backside, sometimes slipped her tongue and blurted "hey, the chicken backside was reaally gud!" I'm like "chicken baaaaaackside lah!", reminds me of Michelle Tan. I will probably from this day onwards remember pig's backside whenever Michelle Tan exclaim chicken backside. I had to constantly remind mom it's rump, or pork's rump. Just because, just because it sounds so much better. I couldn't help laughing about it whenever she mentions it and tease me about how good the "chicken backside" was!

Wednesday, May 26th.
The convocation went all well. It was nothing as I expected where proud parents and family and friends would constantly applause and cheer for their son/daughter's achievement when s/he walk down the stage to recieve his/her degree and being congratulated by the Chancellor of the University. I came to realize that "Universitas Saskatchewanesis" is the actual name of this University (U of Saskatchewan) and thus the actual name of the province. It's probably in Cree? Loooks Latin, though but certain could be Metis as well. Don't you come asking me for the meaning of it because I can tell you it is actually quite self-explanatory without feeling surprise that you can actually understand that in English. There's no need to reach your nose with your arms around your head.

My parents, my brother and Simon (a family friend) were seated up on the most high balcony of the Centennial Auditorium and I'd imagine looking down it must have been extremely difficult to locate a bald-headed guy who calls himself Danny V-Li Teok who again may appear as a tiny black dot (he has black hair, remember??) from above. I was seated 5 row from the stage somewhere in the middle (about the 11th -13th person from the most right). I was quite disappointed as dad did not do a great job at video recording the event but just a mere 20 seconds of recorded time when I walked over the stage with to receive my degree after my name was announced. He missed this part where my name was announced. *sob!* It would have been nice to watch the entire thing on video or DVD but I don't that is quite possible. I will depend on how articulated I am to describe this significant event (not only limited to myself) to whoever wants to know. In fact, I have already anticipated poor media captures. Because I am trained as a photography (as a hobbyist) I will make better pictures for my brother as well as for my friends. It is at this point of time I wish my friends have the know-hows of photography and/or video recording. There are a lot of professionals out there but certainly you'd agree with me it is a waste of resources to hire them just for this event unless you are born with a platinum spoon in your mouth. But otherwise, a commoner just like my family, I have to push myself to accept what's there for me. At least I can view the video and still see blurred colors and visions. After all, the most vivid pictures for this moment of my life is and will remain in the hollows of my brain. They will never be lost.
-Ran into Ayako, Ayako Saito. She was climbing up the stair from Lower Place Riel and we were going up on the escalator from Lower Place Riel. I was still in my graduation gown. Said hello to her she looked from the corner of her eyes and returned a "hi". Tried to talk to her but she kept on walking and did not even stop for a second to engage in a conversation. Oh, don't get me wrong. She might be in a hurry or whatever, but her body language spoke the loudest and it was like telling me to "back off, I'm not interested in you nor am I ever going to talk to you!" She just kept her pace and thru the doors of Upper Place Riel and out she goes. I paused for a moment, just off the treshold of the escalator, tried to recalled what did I say that could have offended her tremendously. I just know we had a lot of fun with Michelle Tan, Ee Lynn, and herself during the winter break of 2003. If she pretends she doesn't know me anymore, she has my pity. I mean, how can you not know a person anymore?? It will either be that you're trying to be rude or you recently had amnesia. I don' know what the heck is going on.

I really love the lady boss at Ding Dong restaurant, dishing out Vietnamese style meals or rather cuisines. I wasn't there with my family as I was tutoring. The boss, I call her Auntie, was so persistent with smiles on her face about me resembling more of my dad. 3 times dad denied, 4 times Auntie rub it in. LOL! Knowing Auntie is a very amicable person whose personalities would tickle anybody's bones, I can be sure that was something to laugh at and was a wonderful and enjoyable experience, to dine out in a not-so-fine restaurant that we've been frequenting sicne the arrival of my Sponsorship Director and his Madam. Aunties' warmth is what brings us students back to her restaurant again and again.

Recently dad and I have been discussing about the possibilities about going to the U.K. for Law studies. Whenever I think about it I tend to get a little numb on my knees as I imagine the number of books and literatures I have to read and know. I-m-a-g-i-n-e, just imagine the size of a New York's public library (no, not thaaaaaaat small!) and you gotta read all books therein within 3 years. If you don't get numb knees, then you should check with your doctor if you're suffering from Sensory Retardment Syndrome. U.K is a new place and it'd be great to live there for 3 years! I'm 24, turning 25, I mean, the opportunity cost of spending another 3 years in school pursueing another degree that could be a great combination with Business Economics, my first degree, can be very rewarding in the future. The other side of the argument is work/job experiences. I'm forgoing that if I go back to school. But I had thought a few months back that I had enough of studies and exams. I should take a break. I want to waste time and be mindless about thins for a while then go back... like a prodigal child. But a prodigal child who knows what he's doing. Where is my direction? Where am I heading? Show me the way!

To be continued...

Convocation day

Woke up at 6:45am, one hour earlier than scheduled because the clock on my cellphone was screwed up. It was quite chilling outside with a 6 celsius and windy (gushing up to 28 km/h) and feels like 1 celsius.

I am still mesmerized by the fact that I shall walk away from the Dean on the stage in Centennial Auditorium with a Bachelor's degree awarded to me. "You have done well, Dann!", I thought to myself.

"Mom! hurry, we gotta leave!", I shouted to my mother who's in the washroom taking her time powdering herself.

Yoshida, model for me this spring/summer
H!

The online pimp

Today, like any other day, I was reading news online at The Star checking up on the recent severe abuse case of a 19-year old Indonesian domestic maid by a merciless and mentally retarded house-wife and a mother of 4 children. Whenever I finish reading a story I'd look else where to click on to read further. I hate to look at ads but as this ad runs it cycle again, I thought I saw somebody familiar. I was like, "Oh my god! Is that him?!" I waited for the next loop and confirmed that it is Srikanth, one of my best friend whom I grew up with. He's online for the world to see but I'm more interested if he knew the sweet girl who comes next after his picture.


Right-click on the picture & save to get the fullsize view

He could really be a model for some fashion magazines, I thought. He works in an advertising firm and I figured it would have been much difficult to get my picture out to the world when I'm not in an ad firm.

Earned 30$ for a 2 hours session of Photoshop 7 tutorial today. Scheduled for 2 more sessions next week.

And she was gonna cry...

Since mom's arrival things has been a little wee bit different. I gave up the comfort of my bed to my mother so I can sleep on the floor with a camping mat with 3 pieces of pillows on it for cushioning and a head pillow. Clothes hanging everywhere the hangers can hang on to.

Yesterday, Friday, lazed around in my room with practically nothing to do. Later in the afternoon, I decided to walk down to Student's Health Center to get a check up on my left arm again and be advised explicitly and learned that the rotary cuffs were torn. The beautiful blond doctor has doctored me in both ways. She was unsure whether one or more rotary muscles were torn and after many simple diagnosis our doctor-patient ordeal were concluded. What a relief! At least I know what went wrong in my arm. At Medi-clinic on Circle Drive and 8th Street, I knew nothing and thus, was uncomfortable until yesterday.

Mother was certainly on a shopping mood, not for herself, but for both my brother and I. I couldn't recount the number of times she went in a shop and mentioned what she was interested in or more like what she was looking for and told the sales girl why she was getting it. My family will be attending my convocation on May 26th. I feel proud to be around her especially these time when she has every reasons to brag about her son(s). I figured that that is what mother's do. Those many days of toil in the past has finally paid back when she can step back and look at her son, sigh a relief, and brag constructively. The way I am today is partly (or at most) molded from the long boring naggings of a failtful, loyal, patient, meek & humble, enduring, and generous mother. And I know she was gonna cry... when she would hear all these.

I bought a coat and a shirt and tie. I supported mom's idea that dad has to pay for all these because he has never bought one ever for us (my brother and I). Furthermore, I could also use it for future job interviews after wearing it to the May 26th's convocation. Sounds cunning and witty but I couldn't reject the idea mother suggested. hehe.

Dad called at last. We did not know where his whereabouts as he was suppose to arrive with his friend, Simon Ignatious, 20th. I learn that he, dad, rented a car from Vancouver and drove to Calgary. He rang me up at 21:19 (Saskatoon's time) when he was 1.5hrs away from the city. The thought of 2 old (well, not that old) men still have some sense of thrills of adventure seeking. When I asked why, "There's nothing to be seen when you fly" was the answer. I'm like, yeah right, what are you going to see during the night when the skies are already dark?! It has been 28 years since dad last stepped on this land, Canada. So, I think he was really excited to want to drive down his memory lane. My mother, on the other hand, thinks dad is out of his mind to even try that after a long haul. Well, they just arrived from Malaysia.

Went out for bubble tea with Albert P. and 3 of us. We missed out the Miss Venus Bikini model search contest at Shockwaves on 8th street. Kendra called me up this morning and I knew she won and was excited to tell me about it. I was right. She won and is going to Florida and will receive other prizes all totalling up to 10,000$ US. One lucky girl! I could hear she was almost crying her hearts out. I know, she's just overwhelmed and elated about the news that she did not even expect. I am lucky too, well, in a sense that I'm worthy to be the person to know she won and she told me personally. Expressed her feelings how she won and how she did it. It's wonderful! She's wonderful!

Felt like I lost an arm

My left arm still hurts whenever I tried lifting forward. Its excruciating pain won't allow me to completely lift my arm forward without the help of my other arm. Thank God it's not broken or twisted but just a sprain. Dr. Eustace saw me and I was disappointed because he didn't communicate much with me so I didn't exactly know what was going on with my arm even after X-ray was taken (speaking of which, he did not even invite me over to look at my X-ray with him and explain).

My mother arrived today. Benson, who has been wanting to go back since Monday and is *still* here, drove my brother and I to the airport to pick her up. She didn't noticed I kept my arm behind the zipper of my jacket I wore until my friend mentioned about my arm in the car on the way home. Mom was shocked but she was okay soon after. The weather was rather cold, colder than yesterday and the day before. It was plus 6 and with windchill it felt like zero to one degrees celsius. My breath was visible although not as obvious as minus 20's or 30's.

I received a Fable Castel bi-way pen from mom as a graduation gift. My brother received a similar one as well. Good lord I have cleared the kitchen and my room before her arrival. The stinking pungent poop-like rotten smell just by the corner of the hall way before the kitchen has been discovered and discarded. Apparently it was me who left the rotten prawn/shrimp shells in one of the boxes chucked in that corner. Believe me, it was super stinking. Smells like dead roden with maggots creeping on and through its body. Yuck! I honestly couldn't imagine what my mother's reaction would be when she sniffed it out before me.

Jill called today and it was definitely a pleasant surprise to hear from her after many many days of trying to get hold of her. She'll be leaving for Atlanta tomorrow for 5 days. I haven't seen her for a long time and I miss her. Really fun to talk to her. Love to hear her sniggers, sound just so angelic cute girlish feminine? whatever. A turn-on for sure.

Well, I'm looking forward to days of adventures with both my parents around and my brother. Hopefully SASKATOON has "much to offer" than rumored.

I found Alderamin. She's b-e-a-utiful!

This might sound crazy but a friend of mine we went out at 1 in the morning to the University's fields on Cumberland Avenue North just to star-gaze. There were not as many stars as the nights during camping last week. Alderamin is a star not too distant from Polaris, using little Bear's bottom's edge as guide. Imagining a linear line across from little bear (ursa minor), we'll see a constellation that looks like a kite. I'm short of words to describe this experience and I truly apologize. During this time my eyes gazed into the heavens, I noticed a shooting star from the corner of my left eye as I looked southeast. We were lying on the fields equipped with a constellation map, a pen-knife flash light, and a DPSS green laser pointer. Finally, I actually used this appropriately rather than distracting cyclists and pedestrians on sidewalks during the night. hehe! Could be fun, as well as dangerous to them. I sold it and shipped it off today. Im going to miss using it. Pointing a star or a constellation have never been easier with it. We saw almost 7 moving stars. It's hard to point out with your fingers but with it, its beam is so visible during the night and only realized it's an aircraft flying about 35,000 feet above us. My friend was like, hey, don't point to it. Pilots may get distracted and crash the plane down. The laser can only go up to 5000feet, hello?!

It's sucha nice day out today. Didn't want to get bored sitting at home staring at the computer screen so I decided to go out skating. Went to look for my brother who was not home so I headed on to Brunskill Junior High school for a nice gravel to skate on. Tried a trick move and I was moving fast; fell down 3 times. The first two on my bump, and the last one sent me to a clinic for an X-ray scan on my left arm. Apparently, it was a sprain and thank God it wasn't dislocated or the like. Now, I'm typing with a sling over my neck. The anti-inflammatory / pain-killer prescribed to me has some very horrifying side-effects. You don't want to hear it. So do I. Don't wanna get stomach-ulcers, burn my oesophagus, nausea, etc. sigh! I bet mom will be shocked when she arrives tomorrow at 16:38. hehe. This sling will definitely create a lot of attention.
Like Kendra said, it's not that you're ADD or LOA, but you're merely enjoying the attention you get. By the way, ADD and LOA is the abbreviation for Attention Deficit Disorder and Lack of Attention respectively.

I stumbled upon a poem posted (not written) by a blogger who is from Malaysia. I find this guy is quite articulated and quite talented in writing indeed. The poem is about smile. Enjoy!

A smile cost nothing, but gives much.

It enriches those who receive,
without making poorer those who give.
It takes but a moment,
but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it,
and none is so poor but that he can be made rich by it.

A smile creates happiness in the home,
fosters good will in business,
and is the countersign of friendship.
It brings rest to the weary,
cheer to the discouraged,
sunshine to the sad,
and is nature's best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,
for it is something that is of no value to anyone
until it is given away.

Some people are too tired to give you a smile.
Give them one of yours,
as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.

Smiles! think positively! Take care and get well soon, danny!

Close encounter in the night sky

Many have claimed to see unusual phenomena and/or objects in the skies and people often question their credibility. I am not a fervent believer of such stories but I do know that we are not [quite] alone.

My green laser pointer got sold in eBay and I'm going to ship it to the buyer tomorrow. I know I'm going to miss using it so I decided to go out and star-gaze using the laser pointer for one last time; well, more like star-pointing. The laser pointer has some sentimental meanings to me and so, again, i think I'm really going to miss it. When I was gazing into the night sky for a while already with the laser's beam visible, I noticed 4 objects flew over me in a parellel line heading southeast. It was moving very fast and silent. There were no wings and I really didn't think those could be big birds like goose; I could tell the shape of it from the faint lights reflected from under its body and my judgements convinced me they are not birds. I could not confirm what I saw were UFO's because i don't quite believe I'm ever so lucky to encounter one. If they were really UFOs, then have them come down and meet me. I want to say to them, "Show me the way... to your home" so their place will be a place of history when I return as a hero who have destroyed their planet. drop a nuke and run like never before. In the future, there will be no more lame stories like Alien Spaceship encountered in Tennessee farm acreage abducted farmer's daughter or an Alien's body with a husky dog's head. gross!!

There's something missing about this blog. I suspect it is missing substance. This substance is essential to every stories that will bring back readers or at least create an impression to readers. When a story lack of substance, the writer lacks that substance too. Love and relationships are not something I will love to write about because I think I'll end up complaining about a person more than I would proclaim my feeligs for her. What should this blog be on as the main theme besides my boring life? Everybody has their boring days and if I write my boring days then that makes me a boring writer. Comments are more than welcome. There is a link just right below every stories I write. Write to me.

I watched "Secret Window" by Brad Pitt today and figured that it's just another movie on schizophrenia, a multiple personalities disorder. I believe that everybody is a schizo in one way or another. When you're faced with problems or during a decision making process especially on something you've never tried before (i'm narrowing down the scope to ones that society deemed to be negative or not good), you'll often hear your 'other self' speaking in your head. We all grew up with cartoons and I'm sure Tom & Jerry, the silly witty cat and the little smart mouse, is very familiar amongst you. You've seen a little angel Tom speaking to one side of the cat's eat and a little devil Tom on the other side when he's up to no good. When you talk to yourself; when you're just over with a quarrel with your wife, your other self becomes more evident gradually. Some people don't think about it, while others do. Everybody's little schizo is not a real problem because we're all normal people, people without the severity of a real schizophrenic. Like my friend I wrote about few days back, in his email he wanted so bad to be somebody he is not. And I found out that he has been trying so hard to be "The ladies' man" just to please his female peers. Because of disappointments and also usually fueled by anger from not getting what one wants, the other part which he is not begins to manifest itself. Who is the other part of him? I'll find out, but I know that part of him is up to no good. I will have to find a way to suppress that part from emerging. It is about life & death. I, again, will become a hero upon successful suppression of schizo patient. My other self, whom i named Kevin, will help me. ;)

Baby's day out

Back to writing again.
Received a call from Charmei 2 nights ago and learned that she was going to plan a BBQ outing on Sunday, which is today. I thought it was suppose to be an invitation, and it is by the way, but she admitted she has never actually done an event like this before. I was questioned mostly on the how-to's part. I thought since she has never done it before, shouldn't she have kept the number of invitees small so as to avoid major disappointments and probably embarrassments? Well, it kicked off today and most of us were there and it all went smoothly. She was almost thrown into the river, though. Funny.

We played soccer and frisbee together, I mean at the same time. incoming soccer ball and the frisbee plate... yikes! i'm sure we all had fun time and it's nice & warm outside today although it did get a little cooler (plus 14). lots of breezes though. Anyway, here are the pictures of our group and some activities. All pics have been resized to fit this blog. Please contact me if you wish to have the original pictures.


Met a girl who was walking this dog. Walked up to her and asked if I can play with her dog and she agreed. This dog, Roxy, is hyper-active and extremely agile. She's a swimmer too and nothing can stop her even if you threw her ball into the river. She'll bring it back to you



This picture is shot around Victoria's Bridge, the last or the first bridge in Saskatoon.



Similar shot. From left to right in order: Wayman (HK), Colin (China), Gavin(?), Leonard (Shanghai, China), Raymond (M'sia), Tim (M'sia), Sandy (Taiwan), Benson (HK), Riley (Saskatoon, Canada), Charmei (M'sia), Jessie (Shanghai, China), & myself (M'sia)


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I've always wanted to shoot this kind of picture. It's just so beautiful. From clockwise beginning from 12 o'clock: Jessie (Shanghai), Sandy (Taiwan), myself (M'sia), Charmei (M'sia), Tim (M'sia), Wayman (HK), Benson (HK), & Colin (China).



Tim's butt was arched in a very obscene way so I decided to sit on him just so that I don't have funny ideas while posing for the camera. ;) *wink*

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Another baby story about a friend of mine.
One of my good friend emailed me just a few days back and the content of the email sounds pretty scary. It seemed like he just did a review of his personal life; like how he has fared in of relationships with girls. Here is his email I never thought he'd ever write:
"MAN usually dont cry, but my heart cried out loud last sunday
just before midnight. I curse the world to fall with me,
there were thunder and rain starts pouring in the north. I can feel it!
13 of them will lose their live before sunrise'
i failed my mission again, totally lost in foreign land.
There i was,i run,run and run looking for the precious someone
in my mother's land where people utter in different tongue
it was so close, yet i lost it without knowing what was the reason!!
The cut is really deep this time, it does make me a stronger person
but as an EVIL person. Once motherly, now i can only see
female vex in them !! I just wanted to be a ladies man but...
I fail when i was good, the world its not fair.
I WANT TO BE BAD!!!
I WANT TO BREAK MORE SOUL THAN ANYONE ELSE!!
I dont believe in HIM, i always get what i dont want!
I realise why there are angels who become devils'
I will only see heaven from my daughter's eyes
I want to denied the gate of heaven! I chose to be in hell"

I didn't really get what he was trying to say especially 4th line. Whatever it is, like my friends have told me I passed on the same advice to him, that whatever goes around; comes around. It doesn't really matter if one believes in HIM (God) whether or not one gets what one wants. For those of you who knows the bible, you should realize the reasons why angels turned their back from God -- they lost their focuses. They were influenced by another who deemed to be as great as God. Where ever one chooses to be is entirely up to that individual's choice but he who chooses hell has chosen unwisely and even more foolishly to proclaim that. I feel it's really difficult to explain to somebody who doesn't believe in the spiritual realms.

As a friend, certainly I do not wish to see my fellow dear friend to "go to hell" just because he chooses to. But there's a subtle mutual understanding that we can't go around pushing one's belief to another. Am I helping out this friend a great favor by just doing this much? I feel that I can do more but at the same time I'm afraid I'll be invading his life.

If things didn't work out between the two of you, why not let go and live on just as life goes on? it's no big deal to lose one person whom you think is your potential partner when you have half of the entire nation's population of females to choose from. Having said this, damm, i feel like a pathetic hypocrite. I don't think I'm over with my Jean, my exgf. My love for her is deep and... i don't know, mysterious? I really miss her.

"Have a good life"

I am having a good life. Never have been better. I'm not worried and stressful days are a matter of the past. I miss you and you've been kind enough to tell me to have a good life. That's the least expected words from you. "I miss you too" never came out, even if I made a cute pout.

It has been 48 hours since I last ate a proper meal. How did I survived with just 3 glasses of milk and 6-10 cookies? Sugar sustained me? I'm not even too sure about this and it puzzles me even more coz I don't know why I had not felt hungry till this late evening 7pm.

Skated down downtown via University's bridge at plus 4 celsius. Fell once on my bump just before the bridge because of uneven surface and annoying pebbles were in the way. Used to know how to stop on slope but I just felt hopeless and clueless. The only way to stop I guess, right now, is to fall. That's a definite stop.

Camping in the nowhere

I was away from May 9 (sunday) to May 11 (Tuesday). Three of us, Benson, Richard Wong, and I, headed out 2.5 hrs Northwest of Saskatoon to a place regional park called Meota. It's between North Battleford and Llyodminster but closer to the former. The car we were travelling in was packed with food, primarily meat and poultry; hoping to BBQ all of it after a long winter period of school. I was like, y'know, "hell yeah! it's about time we BBQ some stuffs" Arrived at campsite a 30mins late as we missed some turnings; we would be heading towards Llyodminster if Benson didn't turn back coz we're on the wrong highway. My bad, i was the so-called nagivator.

Arrived to the lonely campsite (we were the only people at the site) and excited and can't wait to start the fire the traditional way, not by striking 2 stones but but repetitive drilling of 2 fire wood. My hands were not made to last for this kind of mundane workout so I grabbed some dry grasses and gathered some smaller pieces of wood and lighted a fire on it (using a kitchen lighter; hehe!). We cheated but who cares? Set up tent and one of us will have to sleep in the car as the tent could only fit 2 people.

We chose to camp on this day and thought it will be nice and warm but little did we expect that night itself it was friggin' minus 15 with windchill, we were told the next day. Woke up in the morning at around 09:30 and noticed some icicles were just above my head, dripping cold water into my eyes and forehead because the day was already warming up. Now, that is a definite-wake-up call. That night, I had to have my face covered up as it was just too cold and windy outside. The bond fire we set up didn't help much to keep us warm. On the second day, I helped Richard over the fence where firewoods were kept. It's quicker to get wood that way instead of standing on two pieces of wood and pick out one by one with armpit on fence. We were planning to set up our little grand finale bond fire at night and hoping this will really keep us warm, dont want to be freezing out arse out again like the night before. It was funny when we all woke up and told each other how friggin' cold it was to sleep through. My brother's sleeping bag really helps and has kept me warm. Without it I really don't know how i would have survived. Later, we went to the lake nearby with intention to fish and it was low tide. Didn't catch any fish to BBQ and that's unfortunate. What's more unfortunate is that we do not know how to fish. Snapped some pictures and went back to chopped more fire woods. Chopping these woods are not as easy as I thought. Those are really, really hard & dry wood. We exhausted so much energy doing this. Even the ground is pounded in and probably can be an evidence of thousands of wood been cut. Our only tool was a small cheap camping axe for that job. Some time in the afternoon, a wild hare crawled nearby our car and when noticed, it ran away so fast! Missed a photo opportunity! *sob*

We ate all 3 days and 2 nights. Mainly beef & chicken, bread, sausages, and bacon. I'm vegetarian for the next 3-5 days.

Benson "upgraded" himself from the cook to our camp's most dangerous alchemist. He wanted to make a bomb! I just wanted to throw in a battery and wait for it to explode. He wanted to make a BOMB!! haha! T'was really funny, especially to see him so involved with flammable liquids around him. Richard who is suppose to be objecting his actions, offered him (Benson) his skin lotion because on it Richard pointed out to Benson that the lotion is flammable. I was puzzled for a moment but as soon the lotion is in Benson's hand, I could see how happy and excited he was probably already thinking of all the possibilities he could do with that flammable skin-lotion! Of course, he went psycho by spraying that lotion on every flames he sees. lol!

I found out that woodpeckers (type of bird) are extremely shy OR maybe just too afraid of humans. However, after much attempt, I had a great photo shot of it. Will post up here soon.

later.

eBay wonders

I have been selling a piece of information for not more than 10$ in which will allow the buyer to acquire a camera or other gadgets for only US$39.90 as oppose to paying an ugly sum of at least US$600. I was totally surprised today to know that someone has bidded up my price to $156.50! For the past month, it has never been sold more than 13$ and today i'm getting more than ten folds. It's been great!! I doubted the winning bidder would pay but after looking at his flawless feedbacks (100%) I'm sure he will pay, and he did! I was even flabergasted as this is totally out of my expectation (because I think that piece of information I'm selling is not worth a hundred over dollars; hehe).

Got a pair of rollerblades today at Sportschek. It's been nearly 10 years since I skated and back then I was a pro. I did stunts and went on ramps and did all those twists and sommersault tricks but now maybe my old bones and weak muscles won't allow that no more.

And today, I received a letter from the Dean's office and the first line went like this:
"I am very pleased to congratulate you on having completed all requirements of the College of Arts and Science for your Bachelor of Arts Four-year degree which will be awarded at Convocation on Wednesday, May 26, 2004."
I was so excited! Finally, I have accomplished something in my life; not that I have never though. haha! My plans after this is to probably look for something to do with my life before I start to think of going back to school. What should I do if I were to go back to school for another 4-5 years? Engineering? Mom called me this morning and I told her I wanted to do architecture and she forbided me because she said it'll be very difficult to find a job with that.

Kurt Fletcher, a friend of mine (Metis), ditched me for the camping trip we were all suppose to go. He said the rest of the 12 people who were suppose to go ditched him first and it was only his girlfriend, himself, and his dog, plus me. I was still willing to go even if it was the 4 of us but he didnt like the idea maybe because he wants to have a private time with his [new] girlfriend. Maybe it's a bad idea to go with his girl too. I don't want to be seeing or hearing things I am not suppose to. I don't know who's telling the truth; who ditched who first. it could be that because he is still going with his girl, he ditched all of us and me. whatever. i don't really care. If it's true, he's a man of disappointment and very selffish.

Idling mind

It's 2.5 hours past midnight. There was not much to do for the entire day as I stayed home all day; which was good as I could save some money. Furthermore, it was cold today and thought it was going to snow but it didn't.

Came to school at 23:50 to watch some Cantonese comedy movies (VCD) in Arts146 alone. The good news is that it was entertaining and it was definitely way better than watching it at home on 15" TFT screen of my laptop. coz here in arts146, i used the projector and watched it on big silver screen .. theater like. *winks* I felt like a murderer, I murder time because I have to and if I don't my idle mind would just drown me in boredom. This is for survival. geez, now i have to go back and it's freaking cold now. minus 3?
not suppose to be cold but hey, we just came from plus 20's. if it was the other way , minus 30's, right now i could have gone home with my shorts. i'll cut the boring story.

later.

Say Goodbye

Say Goodbye (zhu fu), a song by Jacky Cheung, playing as background music as I type this. Triggered some memories about my friends in the past and was comparing with the present. Some left, others came and eventually left. Only a few stayed. The rest left with promises to keep in touch but sadly those promises are usually behind the viels of hectic schedules to come out and be fulfilled. Life's pretty much revolving around goodbye's.

Did some gardening work today at Sherry Lin's house, Renee's aunty, with Charmei and Jessie (Shanghai). At noon all works stopped for lunch and I guess all got too lazy after eating and soon we continued watching the Cantonese series about paintings (Cruelty to Oblivion?) from where we left the last time. Took a nap at 15:15 for 2 hours when the smoke detector went off. "Noo!! Who that rookie doesn't know how to cook?" The smoke found its way through my closed door from the gap below between the floor and the door and I sniffed it. Smells familiar and smells good by the way. Didn't want to get up but the alarm went off again. I guess I had to get up anyway and I did. As soon as I opened my door I saw Benson standing up on a chair trying to remove the smoke detector from the ceiling.
He asked, "You just got up??"
"No, I came back for a nap"
The thought of a magazine flashed in my mind because that's what everybody living upstairs with me does whenever the smoke detector goes cuckoo. We would fan as hard and as fast as we could to shut up the detector... And there he was, twisting the smoke detector off from its secured position. Now, it dangles from the ceiling and would tell anyone that it has been tampered. That's Benson's signature there! I asked him later in the evening,

"Why did you want to take off the smoke detector from the ceiling?"

"Because that's what I'd usually do when I was living in Emmanual St. Chad", he explained in a matter of fact tone. Silent after.

I was like, "Ooh, okay. But this is a house and smoke detectors actually helps to notify everybody about a potential fire hazard. Not a very good idea to remove or to tamper with it. you were here many times when the smoke detector went off and I was cooking. hm, maybe you forgot"

Back to reality, there he was still standing on the chair with his left hand on the SD and his right hand probably searching for a wire to pull. NOOoooooo!! it's funny! I told him to get down and he did. I found a magazine and fan off the smokes so that annoying high pic alarm would shut up. He went straight to the kitchen to see how his Pork Chop was doing. Looks good... with all the smoke. :P Man, this guy must be something! It's just a hilarious scene--Benson's best alarming smoked pork chop! I didn't try it, but I have confidence that it's good!

Went out to the gym and worked on chest and arms. Felt good. the pool hours really suxx! couldn't swim after 2pm Mon-Fri. And later, we caught a movie called "13 going on to 30". I thought it's a girly-girly girl movie in which I was not even interested. Hopped theatre and sneaked into another to watch "Hellboy" , which is almost similar to "The league of the Extraordinary Gentlemen". Action-packed! my type!

That's it! Will write another day.

Best & cheapest T-bone steak

Hang-out at the library and had a long chat with Snowflake (Kendra's eldest sister) about her life and her beliefs. It's odd to hang-out there because there's practically nobody at the library especially during this time of the year. People are tree-planting, job hunting, and painting houses earning money. Ah, good news today and I am convocating in May 26th! Maybe that's why I'm at the library trying to get back that feeling of "studying"; weird.

Char Mei, a very cute girl and super nice came to our house for a black pepper T-bone steak in which Benson and I made. Sooo good! Didn't realize how easy it was to make steaks. When we're done working on our delicious steaks, we then remembered something was amissed--potatoes!! T'was too late as they're sitting and relaxing in a hot bath. A waste? Not really.
Then hangout at Yanbing's place for a while because Kirk Backstrom started talking with Benson about stuffs. Believe me, this guy can go on forever.


The looks of our first attempt at the steak; comparable to ones served at The Keg


Charmei and Benson posing before their dinner. I thought I noticed the drips of saliva from the mouth of these two people?


Meeh, the so-called iron chef taking a pose with Charmei after Benson insisted.


The woman with big long nasty knife gone wild with her food. Beware! report to your local authorities if you see this woman galavanting in your neighborhood. She'll devour your meal like there's no tomorrow!

It's full moon tonight
Gazing at the moon light gives me a shiver
The glow from it consumes my imagination wild
Somehow it's weird coz I felt hungry while gazing at it

My friends left for home
Home for them is Malaysia
My roommate left for home
Home for him is Guangzhou, China, Asia.
A friend of my came in to occupy his room
This friend is Benson.

Have not been writing for a week now already.
I'm free but I don't feel that the freedom I should enjoy.
Should I not know that freedom is what I am doing everyday -- boredom.
Whenever my rested body awakes me in the morning, my restless mind asks where and what should be done for today. It seems there are nothing much to do compared to past months where school work is wha I get up to daily. I should really complete ESS website because Mary Jane, the secretary of the Department of Economics, told me Monday that a link was inserted to their brand new website. It's good news, and if I don't work on it, it'll be a bad news for all. Ah, pressure... this pressure I miss. The pressure of deadlines. The pressure of debts is climbing up on me too. damm!

The Mexican girls left Thursday. Found out that Daniella took with her my negatives. I'm okay with it but it'll funny if she had brought it back to Mexico. I'm just hoping I will get it back, not harping on it. I heard they are vacationing in the greater parts of Toronto and will soon travel to Montreal. Ah! Those brochures I said I will pass to them but non of us remember about it. Looks like we're all absent-minded sometimes, most of the time after pampered with a gooooood meal.

Went to gym on Friday and saw Omiyesu, a hot Metis girl. Went to her house to watch hockey; it was Calgary Flames vs. Detroit. Detroit won. Met her mom, who later revealed me her 2 precious cook book from Malaysia. She learned that I'm from Malaysia too and held me ransom for a cooking day Wednesday May 5th. I know we'll make yummies. Odd, but I think cooking is what I like to do when I have time. Photography too.

Yesterday, I ate all day. ha ha! believe me, I actually ate all day. I was with Char Mei and Jessie (Shanghai) in Sherry's home. Sherry, a person I have forgotten, is the aunty of Renee, a sweet girl whom I met about 2 years ago was here for ESL and gone back to Taiwan when her course ended. We were at her place making a Taiwanese snack called "Jiu cai He zi bao" that looks like dumplings. It was good! We started making from 12noon till 6:15pm, after which I had another appointment with Yanbing to make Chinese dumplings at her place. There were lots of people there laboring for the dumplings. Kendra was there too and she worked out her first few dumplings, which turned out to be not-a-disappointment. ;) There were just so many dumplings not many of us could finished it all.

Today, nothing much happened. waiting for tomorrow. waiting to gaze into the bewitching fullmoon again. signing off friends. I have bore many already. You'll not be the last.