Who's Normal?

I got this in an email today:

A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids...WOW, the social worker exclaims, are they ALL YOURS??? Yep they are all mine, the flustered momma sighs, having heard that question a thousand times before.. She says, Sit down Leroy. All the children rush to find seats. Well, says the social worker, then you must be here to sign up. I'll need all your children's names. This one's my oldest - he is Leroy. OK, and who's next? Well, this one he is Leroy, also. The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one, through the oldest four, all boys,all named Leroy. Then she is introduced to the eldest girl, named Leighroy! All right, says the caseworker. I'm seeing a pattern here. . .Are they ALL named Leroy? Their Momma replied, well, yes-it makes it easier. When it is time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Leroy!' An when it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Leroy' an they all comes a runnin.. An if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street, I just yell 'Leroy'and all of them stop. It's the smartest idea I ever had, namin them all Leroy. The social worker thinks this over for a bit, then wrinkles her forehead and says tentatively, But what if you want just ONE kid to come, and not the whole bunch? I call them by their last names.

Hahahahahahha... okay, it's not that funny. Single-parent families and bastard children are a problem in today's economy and urban society. -_- But still, ... hahahhahahhaha!

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Okay, so I've been thinking lately about the single life and the process of meeting people and getting to know them. I guess you can say I'm doing that, the dating thing. And as I meet all types of new people, I begin to realize that I really shouldn't expect a 'norm' in the people I meet.

We watch TV and we see people date all sorts of eccentric characters, but of course, it's TV and it's for entertainment purposes. For example, can you imagine meeting someone like Phoebe Buffay from Friends or Aleksandr Petrovsky from Sex and the City? But do these sorts of dates exist? We laugh at the strange dates people end up with on TV but is it still funny when it happens to you?

I think we've been deluded by the media that somehow all of us will eventually end up with a guy like Aidan Shaw from SATC or some other handsome and perfect protagonist from a romance comedy. Perhaps I should rephrase and say that I've been deluded and naive in thinking that the sorts of people on TV don't exist. I can't speak for everyone else.

Just when I thought nothing else could surprise me, out pops another adventure that awaits me around the corner. The truth is, whether it is TV, movies and even music, art is imitating life. Or is it the other way around?

So how do I get out of this? How do I get out of the frame of mind that what I once thought was 'abnormal' is probably 'normal' and I've only seen my 'normal' through a peep hole? I guess the obvious answer is to just meet as many people as possible and not set limits. I once thought I was open-minded, but I think my mind could be open just a bit more.

I think perhaps I should start articling my rendez-vous' and see what everyone thinks. It's hard to be open-minded when I don't know what's on everyone else's mind. I have so much to learn.

Sweatin' to the oldies, back to the city

Well, whaddya know. I got home around 1pm, alot earlier than I expected. The roads weren't too bad. Sarah and I came back to the city and went straight to a mall, just to be amongst a crowd of people after four days of desolation and begoggled strangers with skis and boards.

I can't wait to go out tonight. I'm even getting my hair "did" for the big night out. Happy birthday, Megan!~

We're going to Megan's house for some grub and then a limo ride to Afterlife. And then I may check out DNA nightclub. Everyone one should go there, my friend's hosting and it should be FABULOUS.

Okay, enough of the shameless advertising. Here's more pics from Blue!

Last Night in Paradise

Tomorrow we plan on waking up early and packing to move on out. Apparently there's supposed to be a big snowfall (2-4 inches!) and be hella windy (add that with snow = blowing snow = not ideal driving conditions).

I really hope I make it in time for dinner and able to make it out for Megan's birthday tomorrow night. Gonna post a couple more pics from tonight because I probably won't have time in the next couple of days.

The guys hit the slope and the ladies (me and Sarah) went to the village for some gallavanting and shopping. I really wanted to go clubbing, so we went to this place call "The Gel Bar". Very tiny, but they were playing music I liked (Ciara, Pussycat Dolls) and then... I realized I left my IDs in my snowboarding jacket in the chalet >_<. Oh well, but I didn't leave without getting a lil jiggy with it. So there. I clubbed at Blue Mountain ^_^.

^Mmm, Beaver Tails!

^Aw, Paul, your BACK!

^That's better

^Chillin'

^J-j-j-jenga

^Oh, Pete.

^Ooh crap

Hehe, I can hear Sarah snoring. I should be, too (sleeping, that is).

I Enjoy Lonely Strolls around the Mountain

Everyone's gone for their second day of boarding. I've chosen to stay off the hills today. I was so sore this morning. Everything was stiff and sore. I didn't want to risk being even more sore tomorrow as I'm supposed to go clubbing for Megan's birthday.

While everyone hit the slopes, I chose to go for a romantic stroll all by my lonesome around the Blue Mountain Village. Starbucks cup in hand and Hyori in my Discman (I think I've developed some sick crush on her, my MSN pic is of Hyori and so is my desktop wallpaper...), I actually like being by myself; but it sucks when you want to take pictures of yourself with scenery and you feel pathetic asking strangers to take pictures of you. So I took the even more pathetic route and took pictures of myself!

I think this was in front of some of the hotels. Too bad I couldn't get a full-length pic of myself in my ridiculous-looking (and ridiculously-warm) moonboots!

I actually saw some people swimming in the heated pool by the hotel! Looked so fun, but I didn't want to take picture of them. A lonely person, in sunglasses with a camera taking pictures of kids in the pool? That's a little too suspicious-looking. So I took a pic of the vacant heated pool across from it!

Man, it looks so inviting and so much fun with the slide and everything!

I feel so lucky to be here. The chalet is so beautiful and wonderfully monsterous. I think there's four levels, including a basement apartment. So many rooms! It can get lonely here by yourself but very peaceful for doing homework. Here are a few pics from the last two days:

^Our "home"

^The Living Room

^The Third floor, "British Pub"

^The Third Floor, pool table

^Mine and Sarah's room

^The hot tub!

^Good company, good food

^Yeah, Sarah actually made that monstrosity of a helmet (and you thought my bright yellow snowboard pants were bad)

Tonight I hope to go back into the village. I think there are some events going on and I'd like to check out this 'club/bar' over there. I must say, there are quite a few hot guys here. I've also seen some pretty awesome snowboard outfits, including other mohawked-helmets (what is up with this trend?).

Anyhoo, I'm going to attempt to go back to do some homework (ha!) and somehow make the painful journey off the top bunk to go eat...

^Working hard or hardly working? (love my slippers?)

Swoosh, Swoosh! *trip, flip, slide* OUCH

Aloha, from sunny Blue Mountain!

I have been here for about more than 24 hours and I'm loving it, especially now that I got the internet. Yeah, never realized how much I relied on it. I suppose I could've gone without it if I hadn't promised people that I'd stay in constant contact with people.

Right now, everyone's gone out for their second round of snowboarding. I, myself, am still recovering from the first round. I had two bad falls: one directly on my chest (couldn't breathe for a brief moment) and the second was the flipping on my front and my cellphone in my pocket hitting my hipbone. Still revelling in pain from the latter spill. I finally had to give up because of all the blowing snow and zero visibility.

I had a good 6 hours or so of snowboarding today, but I think I've had enough. I soaked in the hot tub for a good half an hour and hopefully this will help me get out of bed (the top bunk, no less!) tomorrow. Yeah, I'm feeling awfully old nowadays. I know I'm not a normally active person, and a day's worth of boarding is like a year's worth of exercise.

Okay, perhaps I should do some homework. I plan on doing some sight-seeing tomorrow and hopefully experience some Blue nightlife or something.

Bon voyage!!

Just finished packing for the 4-day snowboard trip to Blue Mountain. Four days + over-packer = a lot of planning and stuffing. *whew.

I can't wait this trip. It's a much needed get-away from all the shit that's encompassed me in this past two weeks. Even though I'll be bringing some of it along (namely, books. I know, I'm a nerd, but I have an exam as soon as I go back to school)so hopefully I can use this trip as an oppurtunity to clear my head.

I've been thinking lately that I have to make some new changes to my life because I'm starting to feel myself getting into a rut. How 'bout that? Second month into the year and already I'm feeling a lull. This girl needs to make some serious changes.

*Note to self: An overnight bag does not suffice for 4-days worth of outfits. >_<

Pobody's Nerfect

I hate it whenever people ask, "So what type of guy do you go for?". I'm expected to narrowly define the types of traits that I look for in an ideal boyfriend: hot, funny, funny hot, tall, male (yes, MALE. I know it's hard for some of you to beleve), preferably not stupid (though that's hard to find nowadays), a large 'confidence', ambitious, rich, has a dog (NO CATS), good sense of fashion, doesn't hate shopping, willing to spoil, a bad boy that I can change (if Mandy Moore could do it in A Walk to Remember, so can I), shares my love for BoA, reliable, drives a car like on Initial D, good dancer, honest, not an ax-murderer, preferably not gay...

I mean, how can I narrow down the type of guy I want if that is what 97% of women want? I've yet to find a guy who loves BoA (in the non-sexual way) or a guy who loves fashion who wasn't gay. 97% of guys definitely do not fit under all those traits I've listed. I've underlined, bolded, and italicised 'definitely' because this is a straight up, in-your-face message to all you single (or not?) gals still looking for Mr. Perfect and refuse to believe that there's no such thing. Don't lie, I know you're out there. I know you guys are still holding out for him. It's irritating that when women watch those romantic movies, apparently it gives them hope to eminate movie plots to their own lives.

Ms. Cynnical and Realistic is here to crush your dreams.

For centuries, women have been looking for the knight in shining armour to sweep us them of their feet. Men woo the fair virginal maidens to be their wifey and eventually their house maid to bear their spawn.

We state the type of guy we are looking for and almost always end up with the complete opposite guy, am I right? So really, there's no point in trying to formulate the perfect man in a series of ideal traits and a mental picture in our heads. Instead of asking me what type of guy I want, the question should be rephrased to ask, 'What type of guys do usually end up with?"

In highschool, I was loud and bitchy. And come to think of it I used to end up liking guys who happened to be 'artistic' and 'brooding' types in highschool. I've been thinking about my track record lately, and it seems to me my trend has turned to guys who happen to be athletic and career-oriented, which is weird because I'm neither of those and it's not what I'm actively looking for in a guy.

As you can see, those traits don't fit in with my lists of traits for my ideal guy. So while that's proof that we end up with people the total opposite of what we wanted and what we expect, what does that really say about me? Does that make Mr. Perfect, Mr. Less than Perfect because he's not what I expected? Why did I list all those 'ideal' traits, when I know that's not what I've ended up with? The truth is, I'm not really holding out for someone who portrays all those 'ideal' traits, not even 80% of them (but I know I definitely don't want the ax-murderer). And I really don't think that when we say "I want a tall, dark and handsome guy", we really mean it. What we really want to say is, "I just want anyone who will be obligated to keep me company so I won't be lonely.". Once we've stepped out of the world where Santa Claus doesn't exist (sorry, Nam) and our biological clocks are a-tickin', "Perfect" is just an illusion, like the Matrix.

I know there are girls out there who refuse to believe that they can't find him, so I won't bother wasting my time pitying them. But I like to believe that there are girls who have found a loving, honest Mr. Less than Perfect, won't look further or hold out for Mr. Perfect because less than perfect love is perfect.

Ain't Like I Used to Be

I usually hate people who use video games and music and attempt to make a "music video" out of it. Not only does it usually not even work out, for people who don't play War Craft won't get why it's 'funny'. But anyway, I landed on this one video, and while I hate the 'video', the song they play is hilarious: "I'm a[n] Asshole". Haha, anyone know who it's by?

Went boarding yesterday at Mt. St. Louis Moonstone. Never realized before that it was two mountains. So there was a lot of snowboarding to be had. Besides it being ungodly C O L D, I still had a blast. And while it will take me a couple more years to attempt "Black Diamond" hills, I'm quite content with the level I'm at now. Call me old, but I like taking the winding trails, instead of the steep drops that go straight down and put me in a panic for 30 seconds.

Snowboarding all day, I can't do that alot, man. My stamina and body ain't what it used to be. Right now I'm yearning for a hot tub to soak in all day, because I barely got out of bed this morning. Oh man, I'm sore all over. Someone wanna come over and give me a massage?

The Skinny on Skinny Suits

I've been hunting for good "work clothes". Since my area of "work" would be law, apparently it's a notch more bland than the usual office clothes. Courts and people in the legal profession frown on colour. Unfortunately, I frown on this so-called "uniform policy".

For three years I've vowed that I won't give into the bland, two-piece, pin-striped legal fashion world. There has to be a way to spice things up without being perceived as a joke before a judge. And I've finally found my answer. Good ol' Neiman Marcus has the answers: skinny suits.

I've heard of skinny jeans, but skinny suits? Awesome.

^Dolce and Gabanna

^Armani Collezioni

^Akris

"Wow, Lil, before you start fantasizing about what you'll wear to work, you should pass your exams."

--back to studying for Creditor/Debtor Rights

Plato, Descartes, Nietzsche, Lil? HA~!

Man, sometimes I'm just amazed at what I'm able to do. I'm not even a motivated person, so accomplishing anything is a feat for me.

Remember a few weeks ago how I was ranting and raving about my essay on Nietzsche? I was at my wit's end and very close to forfeiting the assignment for the sheer reason that I had no idea what the man was saying. Germenglish, remember? Well I somehow finished that essay and my prof thought it was "brilliant" and I got one of the highest marks in the class. She said if I kept up my "level of writing" she was considering sending in my work for some Philosophy award.

I thought it was a joke. Throughout my entire academic career, I've never been "outstanding", not even one of the top of the class. I've always been average. Solid-B student. Always in the middle, just like my name on the attendance.

I reread my paper and the funny thing is, I still don't really understand what I wrote. I sent it to Kathy for review and even though she agreed she couldn't understand Nietzsche, she still liked it (thanks ^_^). I'm sitting on the fence about whether I want my paper submitted. Sure, it's a cool thing and hopefully there's some sort of monetary reward (somewhere in the five digits?), but then again, what if someone came up to me to talk about what I wrote about? I'd be dumbfounded. Cuz I'm so modest. Hehe.

I think this is what they call a "fluke". Or, haha, a "Homer". Or for those avid Friends watchers, you might say I pulled a "Monica". It's also kinda odd that I do extremely well on papers for my elective papers, but not so hot on my legal assignments. Kinda sad, eh? I may be taking the wrong program (as I'm sure 90% of post-secondary students are).

Oh well. I suppose I should just be proud of what I did and "keep up the good work". But don't let this be a lesson to all you procrastinators out there. Planning ahead makes a big deal in the quality of your work. I think my writing somehow incorporated my feelings towards the assignment and made the paper more 'powerful'.

But I still stand by my previous statements: I still hate Nietzsche.

Another exam, another failure.

^Only Badgley Mischka can make a 5'0 girl look tall... incredible!

Had my first exam of the semester today. Let's just say the questions were as vague as my answers. >_<

I hate cramming. I hate when assignments are due the same day as the exam. I'm either frantically trying to finish the assignment or trying to memorize the seven steps to negotiation. Why didn't I plan to finish my assignment earlier, you ask? ... shut up. Hopefully my next two exams won't be as bad this week. And then it's...

...another weekend! Not just any weekend. It's the weekend leading into Reading Week! I'm really looking forward to hitting the slopes, getting sloshed and seeing my friends again. Even if I have to bring my books to study on my ski trip, doggone it, I'm going to catch up on sleeping in and dare I say it, poker. Even if I have to be drunk for the whole time.

Dee-stracted

What am I doing now?

Well, I should be studying for my Arbitration exam tomorrow morning. I've been studying allllll weekend, and today I discovered there's still so much I haven't covered. >_<

I'm currently sitting in my school's newly renovated library. For newly renovated library, you would think they'd remember to install a heater in here because it's f r e e z i n g, probably because it's like wall-to-wall glass windows. I dunno, if I'll ever come back here to study, although it is pretty nice looking. The place smells oak-y from all the new wood furnishings and the lighting is pretty fantastic.

However, I don't think they considered what having wooden stairs would be like in a library. I can hear everyone who comes down the stairs. clunk, clunk, clunk. Libraries are carpeted everywhere for a reason.

I should really get back to studying. I'm so fucked. >_<

P.S. Anand's in Punta Cana right now and I'm so jealous. I don't think I've been this jealous of a person before. It's 34 degrees Celsius there.

If time should fly, it should right now

Wow, I finally finished a crossword in the newspaper yesterday. What an accomplishment, I've always wanted to finish a crossword all by myself. Woot.

Yay. The weekend is finally here. What an exhausting week it's been for me. Assignments, assignments, studying, studying. The weekend isn't going to be a break for me though. More studying. *sigh.

I really feel like getting away from it all. Even if it's just for a few days. I can't wait for Reading Week to arrive (in two weeks!). Going up north for a lil snowboarding and R&R (although I'll probably still do a lil more studying for the exams after Reading Week). I hope the next week zooms by.

I <3 Wang

I dunno if everyone's seen these wongfuproductions.com, where this media student from a university in San Diego gets his camera and his friends and produce their own music videos, from NSYNC to Jay Chou! Check them out.

But not before you check out this video.

It's a documentary about "Yellow Fever". This guy is trying to find out why we rarely see Asian guys with White girls, but it's hardly White girls with Asian guys. So this guy goes on this quest to find out the reason why. He goes to his genius Asian friend, the white guy and finally the brown guy (which is incidently the best part).

Note:

Philip Wang (the director, the main guy, probably the brains behind this whole thing) is HOT.

A couple of his friends are hot (i.e. "Clark")

I love the brown guy in this vid. He's the best part.

I love the chocolate surprise at the end even more.

And if you think about it, as corny as the acting was, the video had a point. We complain all the time about bi racial couples, mostly the white guy scoring with all the races, but we don't stop to ponder why. A male Asian friend once told me that he'd love to go out with a black girl. Perhaps not only because they know what they're doing in the bedroom, but just to make a political statement as well.

The more I think about it, the more it seems that Asian guys do get the shit-end of the stick. Perhaps it's their bad rep for having small "confidence". It's perhaps the worst stereotype to have as a guy, am I right? I'm not going to go into each stereotype each race is faced with, but if you think about it, all those stereotypes are non-issues, but nothing can compensate for small "confidence". Not to mention that alot of Asian guys (as far as I know) have low self-esteem.

Before y'all flame with me with "not all Asian guys have small 'confidence'!" and "I have tons of 'confidence'!", I don't care. I'm aware that a stereotype is not necessarily a fact for ALL people who are subject to it, but it is what it is.

But if you think about it, this Wang guy lives in California where it's 50% white ppl, 49% Asian ppl and the rest is miscellaneous (based on my very own stereotypical census). It's no wonder the Asian girls are hooking up with white guys, most of the time. He should come to Canada where I believe most of the races are segregated. You got the brown people in Brampton, the Asians in Markham and the Italians in Woodbridge. Talk about a multicultural country, eh? We can't even live AMONGST each other, we can only live aside from each other. Sure I've seen biracial couples, but I can honestly say I haven't seen alot of them lately.

I could go further with my interpretation of this "phenomenon" but I've got an assignment due tomorrow morning and coincidentally I'm watching the Chappelle Show, the real documentary on racial issues and relationships.

Paul Mooney in "Ask a Black Dude" "Brothers are packing...that's why you have so many mixed couples. White girl ain't that crazy. How does that saying go? 'Once you go Black, you don't come back'? 'You go White, you go running back to Black'"

Booyah.

I <3 K-Pop

Oh, fuckin' hell. I think I accidently deleted the entry.

I am slowly going crazy, 1...2...3...

I don't think I'm having as much frustration with this Philosophy paper as I usually do with my other papers. Specifically my case comments, since everything is fact-based. Usually it's the frustration of having too much information and not knowing what to include. In this case, I have nothing. Zilch, nada, zero.

I really wish I could understand Friedrich Nietzsche. Everyone raves about how innovative he is. From the examples people have given me on what he's said, I've wholeheartedly agreed. But I can't seem to understand him directly, via reading his essays. I really feel stupid. A lil heartbroken as well, because my love for writing has gone out the window.

If anyone needs me tomorrow, I'll be hibernating myself with the laptop, classnotes and cold water to keep me awake at the library. But someone please at least call me to put me out of my misery.

Why, oh why did I let myself get talked into taking Philosophy instead of City Life?!

Lately I've been thinking about dying my hair, even though I've vowed to remain a dyed-hair virgin until I'm 25. However, I came across this recent pic of Hyori. I WANT HER HAIR.

^Looks like Hyori's joined the fashion-mullet craze

That is all.

A Sports Fan for a Day

After a brunch with Paul, we went to game 24 of the Raptors today, versus LA Clippers. Woulda preferred the Lakers but it was good enough. Thanks to Paul's hookups, it was my first and definitely not the last basketball game I've been to.

But I tell ya. Walking into the arena definitely brought back nostalgia of working at the Hershey Centre arena. The smell of popcorn, the aura of cheap beer and over-priced candy. If you asked me whether I preferred watching hockey or basketball games, though, I'd definitely choose basketball. The game's a bit more exciting to me and the fights every 5 minutes in a hockey game pisses me off. I guess I'm just not into the violence too much. And the cold. Hehehe.

We were in the front row of the first balcony. It's not court-side, but it was still pretty good.

Does anyone know how much a Raptors Pack dancer makes? Seems like such an awesome job. Go to all the basketball games, shake your ass and just be part of the action. Something I'd definitely look into...

Despite the Raptors losing, the game was quite exciting, especially since it was pretty neck-and-neck. We only lost by two points, but entertaining nonetheless. And it didn't hurt that some of the players were FINE. Gotta love a guy who's tall, has nice arms and brings in a 6-figure income, eh? It's too bad I didn't go to the locker room afterwards... damn, they need to bring back Vince Carter.

What's a girl to do but to give nicknames to some of the key players today?

^Who?! Mike James!

^Bosh-a-saurus

^Charlie "no brows"

Shall we dance?

This looks so awesome. If I had the time or discipline, I'd so go for this. Oh, what I wouldn't give for the dancer's body. Or to even go back to high school talent shows. I miss ChinKL. I miss performing and being ATTITUDE (haha, not that I'm not already like that anyway). But most of all, I miss the workout that came out of rehearsing and choreographing everyday.

It's always been the only way to get me to move. I've probably been delaying going to the gym lately because I don't feel inspired to as much as dancing once did for me (although hip hop dance does seem intriguing) and not being able to find time. I've actually been learning a couple dances, but it's not really "working out" since I haven't fully done them, and they've only been practiced from the comfort of my computer chair.

Clubbing is good, but it's only one night. And it's usually too crowded to do any full on routines. There's only so much ass-workout I can take from clubbing each night. I need to go "Honey" on my ass, with routines and everything.

I can't even find the time at home to do any dance workouts, despite me having two of Carmen Electra's workout vids. Besides the lack of space at my house, there's just no motivation to pop in that DVD and move my butt. Anyone else out there with more workout space, a DVD player and motivation? Gimme a call.

Everytime I watch a BoA, Hyori or JLo vid makes me yearn to put on some music and groove. But alas, usually at those times I'm alone and there's noone in the room to dance with me. Haha. And as I look down at my flabby stomach, I wonder if this is how my life will be like. Always lacking the time and motivation to get off the couch and get away from the computer. I mean, I totally see myself plopping down everyday after work from exhaustion. And the weekends would be used to veg out. Where do fit people find the time to hit the gym?

Fellow Chinkettes? Are you guys feeling the same? If you do, holla at me and we'll groove.

I just found out I'm going to be snowboarding for pretty much half the Reading Week. I guess I can't complain I won't get enough exercise then...

"Less than 3" you. Less than love this holiday even more.

Does staring at a computer screen for a substantial amount of time give you pimples? Last night I was watching TV on the laptop and this morning, BAM! A friend has pitched a tent on my nose. Gah!

Another weekend has befallen us. It's all about school, school, school for the next two weeks. Valentine's Day will also befall us in about a week and a half's time. And you know what depresses me about this "holiday"?

No, it's not the sad realization that I'm alone again on this certain day (come to think of it, I don't think I've actively celebrated with someone special), but it's more like listening to other single gals who wail about their lack of something to show for this Hallmark holiday (and I'm sure guys get a lil down on this day, but far be it for them to show that kinda emotion).

Yes, it depresses me to hear about other people's depression over something so illegitimate. Why is it this one day that depresses us single people? Are we feeling left out that we won't be receiving flowers and heart-shaped boxes filled with surprises filled with a creamy surprise? Or the fact that it seems everyone's found happiness because they have someone besides us?

C'mon, everyday is "too bad you're single again" day. Valentine's Day is no different. Perhaps I've been single for so long that I've become even more cynnical on this day, but Valentine's Day is merely an excuse for women to force their guys to show at least some emotion on one day out of 365 days of being emotionally unavailable. Whether it be through flowers or a card, Valentine's Day is also the guy's easy way out of finding a way to show some feelings.

Afterall, why would a guy show emotion when he doesn't have to? Valentine's Day is an avenue for "macho" guys to just do it all together. Kinda like when you're put on the spot to do a dare and you'd feel more comfortable if someone else did it with you.

I can feel I will be flamed for those who love Valentine's Day and emcompass all the traditions that come with and tell me that if I had someone I would think differently. To be honest, I wouldn't. To me, it's hardly romantic to celebrate "love" when other people are doing so because they're forced to.

So for all you single people out there, Valentine's Day isn't an in-your-face mockery that you don't have anyone special. You're not the only one who won't receive a heart-shaped card filled with a bullshit Hallmark card message to "celebrate" something that 50% of the time doesn't last. Afterall, it's just one day. And after this day comes the greatest celebration of love of all: discount candy.

<3

Asian races, red faces

So Acom finally put up their pics from Saturday night at the York Event Theatre. It's funny how you don't really notice people around you in a dark club until you see them in daylight or in a well-lit area. It was amusing browsing through a sea of bright pink faces (a lot of hot chicks, too, I realized), but I guess it's expected in a place with alcohol and mostly Asians, huh? A sea of black and red.

^The only black man there?

^The customary Asia-philes

^The obligatory drunk girls kissing (what, no tongue?)

^What's Chinese New Years w/o the Lion Dance?

^Can't walk into a club w/o at least seeing three girls dirty dancing with each other (is that girl seriously wearing that?)

^Haha, I think I see Brandy...

^This guy came prepared, he matched his shirt to his face

Well, I posted this blog meaning to post pictures of me and everyone who came with me. I know our picture was taken at least twice and I can't seem to find them.... >_<>

You suck, Acom.

EDITED TO ADD:

Oh, found a couple more from HiLife

^The back of Sarah and part of Cuong

^Megan and Dru

...And that's it.