Little Brown Dress

As a "performance piece", this chick made herself a brown dress and has been wearing it every single day for one year. Well almost one year. The "undress" date will officially be on July 7, 2006, signifying the year anniversary that she donned this garment. Apparently it's her revolt to fashion, but I think it's just the opposite.

Think of the amount of outfits you are pretty much forced to invent using this solitary dull piece of clothing (I don't think I would've gone with the colour brown, but that's her prerogative). I think that this is fashion genius. Fashion doesn't have to be all about excessive consumerism, and this is a prime example of it. I love it. Would I do it? Hmm, it'd be quite a committment for me. It would be something I could probably do if I was jobless or had a job that didn't require a certain way for me to dress (I'm not sure I could do this at an office everyday).

However, given the opporutnity, I'd probably last a week. I'm not a cartoon! I'm a slave to fashion and shiny new things.

I'm a bitch, Karma's a bitch

^My last night with civilized people? <3

I usually love to pack, but for a trip where it's essential to pack as little as possible, it's especially difficult. Alot of it has to do with knowing what to bring and wanting to bring things you're not supposed to.

To top off this 'mayhem', what I feared the most about camping with the bare essentials actually came to life: I got my period today. Good fuckin' god. I swore up and down that I wouldn't go if I was flowin', but alas here we are. One day to go and too late to back out. It's karma, I tell you. This trip should be interesting: blackflies, raggin', 4 hours of canoeing and torrential downfall.

However, I intend on making the most of this trip. Afterall, what good would it be if I just brought everyone down? It wouldn't be fair at all. I absolutely hate people who make a point to to let everyone know and feel the bad mood they're in. I will grin and bear with everything I am faced with this weekend, bears et al. I will change my bad karma streak as of late. Even if I have to come home with an assful of bug bites and a big drunken grin on my face.

Step One of reversing my bad karma? Stop bitching.

The World's Coolest isn't feeling so cool

Right under "bathroom sink installation", I can now add "kitchen counter installation" to the list of things I can do. Once I master electrical appliances (ha!), I'll be on my way to getting the "World's Coolest Chick" certificate.

So today we had our new kitchen counters delivered and I had the honours of being able to crawl into (yes, into) the cabinets to drill, screw and hammer all the livelong day (Asians don't believe in paying for labour, unless they can pay in meals or beer). It actually wasn't as difficult and horrible as I thought it would be. Well, not yet. We've yet to install the part that requires me to measure, saw and align the counter for the sink to the plumbing. Gonna have to use the ol' noggin to attempt that part. Just another day at my house of summer renovations.

This week is gonna be busy, if not hellish. The Algonquin trip is this weekend, and we're planning on sleeping over at Iljya's on Friday night, so I basically have to have everything ready by Friday. I still have a whackload of things I still need to do before the trip including buying a new pair of water shoes, buy extra batteries for the digital camera, develop pictures, figure out how I will deal with black flies, and probably a slew of other things I can't think of at the moment (but will come to me Friday night). Thursday is New Kitchen Counters Part 2 Day and so I pretty much have tomorrow to get things done. Where did the week go?

To top things off, I haven't really been in a good mood lately. A large part of that has to do with hormones but I just haven't been feeling mentally well lately. Come to think of it, that mental health part probably has a lot to do with the hormones.

The hormones make me tired, unenthused, unmotivated, self-pitied and generally low for no particular reason. It's funny how hormones can make me forget all the good in my life and all the things I want to do, even though I don't feel like doing them. Also, my face breaks out like a pubescent teenager, so that's just the cherry on my mud pie.

I'm hoping tomorrow night will make me feel better. A date with my girlfriends and maybe I'll bowl away my problems with the boys. Hm.

Portaging Training 101

Since there's a week till the portaging/camping/soapless hell begins, we decided to do a practice-run at Kelso today. With that, we also had to learn how to carry a boat and hardcore paddling.

It's not like carrying a baby.

The paddling wasn't too bad for me even though we canoed for only two hours and the expected travel time at Algonquin will be about four. Four hours of canoeing without my Discman? I don't think so, Iljya!

It was a really perfect day for canoeing, actually. Not too hot and a lil bit breezy. I hope the weather will be like that next weekend and not the stormy wet mess I'm reading about from weather.com.

The Trip that will make or break friendships

T minus 6 days till the ALGONQUIN CAMPING/PORTAGING TRIP 2006!!! Can't wait, first trip of the summer. Whoo whoo!

Today I lopped off a good portion of my hair because I was starting to get annoyed by my lowerback-length hair. Sure it looked sexy, but when you have thick hair, there's a limit to how long your hair should be. I didn't wanna go ass-length because it just seems way too trailer trash to me. Asian trailer trash. I wanted to maintain my BoA's-grown-out-fashion-mohawk but a couple of inches shorter, but the chick who cut my hair didn't understand me I guess and didn't trim my shorter lengths when she trimmed my longer lengths. So now I have the layered hair that every other chick has. *shrugs. Oh well. That's what you get when you go to an Asian salon for like, 10 years, and they still don't understand you.

A bunch of us went to Kathy's tonite to deliberate over what we'd be bringing and to put up our tents to figure out who's sleeping with whom. *wink wink Kathy* This trip is gonna be fun. And I don't care what some of you nay-sayers say: I am not totally useless. More girls on a trip does not mean a useless trip. I am determined to prove you wrong. I refuse to let the definition of portaging equal 'sausage-fest camping trip'. Bun that. I hate it when people think I'm a typical girl who can't do without her cellphone and A/C. (In fact, I could do just fine without a cell phone right now, but if I didn't get one, my parents would've made me get one.) The best part is, I'm gonna carry a backpack that fits two sleeping bags, five sleeping mats and one tent! Booyah! It's almost the same size as me, but it's amazingly not heavy at all. My school bag with a laptop is heavier.

Me, Mel and Iljya spent a good majority of the evening arguing over what we should and shouldn't bring. Iljya vito-ed everything I wanted to bring.

"Beach towel." "Vito!" "Soap." "Vito!" "Discman." "Vito!"

He either hates me or he thinks I'm some sort of barbarian who can do without a little soap! Is a teeny tiny sample-sized bottle of moisturizer too much to ask? Me+Kathy+tiny tent-deodorant-soap=ex-friends.

All the arguing got me exhausted by midnight. I can tell we're gonna be arguing alot during the trip. That, or I will get violent. For real. Iljya, the Nazi camp leader, and me, the ill-tempered munchkin who kicks.

Let's just hope I'm not carrying the axe.

Baaaaag Lady... you gon' hurt your back, draggin' all them bags like that...

For those who aren't aware, there are services that provide people the ability to rent luxury handbags. They range from "It" bags that retail up to about $3,000 CAD to classic Louis' and Chanels. There's even other companies that allow you to rent Tiffany jewellery. The renter merely pays $10, $20 to $100 a month and then returns the items for something else to rent. It's kinda like borrowing stuff from your girlfriends' closets. Or from a greedy girlfriend who insists on charging her friends money to borrow her stuff.

And in case you're wondering, these are legit companies who are doing this. When I first heard about it, I thought it was a joke. I half thought it was a scam and half thought it was the stupidest idea ever. It's a sad validation that there are women out there vain enough to a.) be so desperate enough to want to carry a luxury bag that they'll rent it and b.) the fact that they just have to carry a designer bag. I cannot decide if these women are worse or better than the people who pay to own a fake (and sometimes try to pass it off as real. tsk tsk) or the people insane enough to drop a couple grand on a real bag.

I'm not even gonna mention these companies that are doing this because I don't support this (ha! As if even my posting will direct them more traffic). To rent a bag is as silly as carrying around a fake. What does it prove? I'm not gonna whale on my friends who do carry fakes because I carry around knock-offs (which might as well be just as bad), but it is truly amazing how carrying around a Balenciaga or even sporting the logos gives us some sort of euphoria even if it may only last a few months. Okay, that's all I'll speak of this subject because there are many views to this point and it's not my main point of this entry.

I'd really like to meet anyone who's ever used this service (or even thinking about it) because I'd really like to know why. Will they admit that it's their own after telling people it's real? Would they try and pass it off as their own? What does it feel like to use a USED bag?

In any case, if anyone's ever in need of a bag or even a pair of shoes to borrow for a day or so, my closet is open to those who have great taste, not spill-y and a size 6 in shoes. I may not have much, but what kind of friend would I be with all this shit in my closet?

Mole today, riches tomorrow

I was never really fond of the moles on my body. I mean, I'm glad I don't have those protruding or garrish moles that resemble Elvis or something, but what the hell is a mole? It's not as simple as a blemish, I don't think. I've heard from Chinese philosophy that you shouldn't remove them because it's bad luck or something. Is it like plucking a grey hair? If you pluck one, three more will come to its funeral? I don't believe in alot of those mystical beliefs (and the Chinese have alot) but I'm still hesitant to actually do anything about these tiny dark mysteries that dot my body and face. It's funny how something like this "imperfection" can bring good luck. Kinda like the case of The Ugly Duckling.

I'm not really sure how much faith I should put in this, but so far I want to believe it's true:

Position 12 A mole here foretells a successful but also a very balanced life. You are likely to be not just rich, but famous as well. But although you have every opportunity to live the high life, you will have a satisfying home and family life as well. Women with moles here are particularly lucky and tend to be beautiful and glamourous as well.

Position 15 You are a person always on the move and constantly renovating and redesigning your house. You like to be introduced to new things and see new places. You are not happy if you remain in one place for long. You enjoy travel and adventure, and have a very observant eye.

It is true that I try to keep my life balanced in everything, but I'm not sure about the constant moving part because it seems like a sign of non-committal characteristic and quite expensive. However, I guess if I'm going to be rich and famous, it won't be too bad. Rich and famous, eh? I'm ready for my close up!

TGIWeekdays!

So I caved. I told myself I wouldn't see Tokyo Drift but I did. And I don't regret it. So much.

Last night I went with Nam, Kathy, Iljya and Alex to the drive-in to see The Break-Up and "Americanized Initial D", otherwise known as The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift.

Break-Up was good. It wasn't a romantic chick-flick as I had presumed. I liked how it really sends the message out that if a girl has to play games in her relationship and the man has to feel obligated to keep his chick happy---the relationship just won't work. Games are a sign that the relationship isn't meant to be and a man who has to be told and feel obligated to please his lady isn't really in the relationship with good intentions. Go see it if you can relate to either characters.

Tokyo Drift was OK because of the soundtrack, the cars, the races and Japan. The acting and actors sucked and they really should've used Edison Chen and/or Paul Walker because Edison Chen and Paul Walker are the sex. I got the soundtrack ahead of time and it's really good, mainly because they used mostly Japanese artists, like Teriyaki Boys, and other cool non-American bands, like Atari Teenage Riots. It was the least the movie-makers could've done for the third intallment of the Fast and Furious trilogy. I was surprised and pleased they didn't put one Bow Wow song on there.

I didn't mind watching the movies from a car, with the sound only coming from the radio (it's especially not bad when you have a car like Nam's with the amps and such). I don't prefer it over watching movies in a theatre and it was at a good price for two movies for $11. Thanks to Nam, I had a pounding headache from his amp and the fact that he had to turn it up whenever the races came on.

The drive-in was near the area I worked in last summer. While we stopped at Tim Horton's I actually saw some of the kids that were in my program. For the life of me, I could not remember any of their names. I'm truly losing it, people. I don't think they recognized me, and it was just as well because I didn't want to talk to them if I didn't remember their names (and I had just come from the beach and I was still wearing my bikini and short shorts). Oh well. Their names actually came to me when I came home at 3 am.

I didn't get to bed until 4 am, and then I had to wake up for tennis for 11 am with Kathy in Newmarket. Or so I thought. Not only is my memory failing, so are my eyes. It turns out we were supposed to meet the Lem/Lam Club for tournament at 1 pm, not 11. o_o Neither of us had sufficient sleep, and here we were fatigued, sweating like pigs and 2 hours too early for tennis! 2 extra hours of sleep we could've had. 2 hours we used instead to just sit and gossip at the park. Hahaha. Sorry, Kathy! I really should dissect my emails and read each word v e r y c a r e f u l l y.

2 hours of tennis, 1.5 hours at Pacific Mall, 1.5 hours of travel time and 1 hour of ice cream cake-scavenging sums up our day. *whew.

At least I have the rest of the week of nothing-ness to re-coop before next weekend.

Lovely weather, ain't it?

So last night was my very first experience at Red Lobster. As an avid seafood-consumer you would think I would've dined there, but no. Something about eating seafood at a place like Red Lobster makes me uneasy and I can't really explain why. I feel more comfortable eating at some Joe Blow's seafood restaurant that's by the sea (or another great body of water) than a seafood franchise. Weird, huh? I'm no food critic, but I think *** is sufficient to grade the food there and ***** for the evening overall.

We had a dinner for Jeff to bid adieu (and good riddance haha) before he leaves for New Zealand. Jeff, before I forget to tell you, it's winter down there now. I learned about their opposite-weather-than-Canada the hard way. Don't make the same mistake.

Last night was such a perfect night for hanging out, eating al fresco, mini golfing and having ice cream. There needs to be more weather like that. Unlike today's.

33 degrees and nothing but sun. The answer to that problem? The beach. Damn straight.

The cold, cold (and reasonably clean) lake was a solace from the excruciating heat. Although 'excruciating' probably doesn't justify the heat they're experiencing in India. Besides the annoying search for a parking space (yet another awesome spot), I had such a blast. And, I apologize again for the peep show for all those unfortunate enough to have witnessed it (Kathy). Sarah, please send me your pics!

And did anyone notice? I wore the shirt I made 'inspired' by Alicia Keys. Tee hee. It took me three days to make two of them('wasabi' green and striped) mainly because I spent half of one day in search of the perfect striped fabric and buttons. It was tedious work working on the buttons for the first shirt and the hooks for the second. I think if I were to make a third, I'll use ties or something. I have more appreciation for those cheap factory labourers I hear so much about.

Itchy and Scratchy

Rollin' With Saget

What would Danny Taylor have said about this video? I don't care what anyone says, Bob Saget will always be Danny Taylor from Full House to me (Danny Taylor also hosted America's Funniest Home Videos). This vid would've totally 'owned' if the Olsens did a cameo (I spy Uncle Jesse), but they'd have to come as 'Michelle' not as themselves. Haha.

"Bob Saget, bitch. You better 'axe' someone."

It is that time of year: the season's changing, the days are getting longer, sample sales galore, the skirts get shorter, birds are trying to have sex with the bees and my skin is itching like mad. Not from bugs, but from the change in temperature and dryness. Does anyone else get this? I'm sure they do because it's quite common for your skin to get a bit itchy when the seasons change. Usually the problem areas are the joints like elbows and knees, but for some reason this year, I'm itching all over. Yesterday was non-stop scratching and discomfort. I had red patches all over my body. I only started yesterday on lathering on the moisturizer but I really should've done it earlier for preventative purposes. *sigh. It's also a real bitch when this itchiness keeps me up at night.

I actually woke up at a reasonable hour today to go to a job interview. Well, a reasonable work hour: 9:00 am. It quite sucked though because although I was prepared to go to bed earlier so I could wake up early, I accidently on purpose took two naps yesterday. It took me 3 hours to fall asleep (*scratch*scratch) and I was awoken by a text message on my phone (thanks, Nam) as I was drifting off. An hour later I fell asleep at around 4:30. =_= (I'm glad I wear glasses, because I don't have to worry about covering the bags under my eyes)

The interview was all the way in North York at this immigration law office. How did it go? Well the usual: the interview went well but they wanted someone to work full time permanently i.e. can't work during school in September. I didn't feel too bad about it BECAUSE a friend of mine hooked me up with one of his lawyer friends and I "pretty much have the job". Unfortunately, the job won't start till August. So I gotta find something to occupy my time between now and then.

I pulled out my sewing machine the other day and now I have the 'creative itch', in addition to the seasonal one. I found this picture of Alicia Keys from some event: I love her top and now I'm inspired to make my own version. Looks simple enough: a kimono is not as difficult to make than a normal shirt--I think. Well, we'll see. I made some sketches and now I just have to find the material and get to work, although I could just use the stuff I have now as a trial. Alas, something to do. And I challenge all you creative fashionistas who-own-a-sewing-machine and have too much time on their hands to do this too! I double dawg dare ya!

Alright, I'm gonna go take a cold shower and slather on the moisturizer and aloe vera. *scratch*scratch

Hooray for weekends!

What a great weekend.

Last night Jeff had his pool party of the summer. Despite the unusually chilly weather, some of us braved the cold and hot tubbed anyway. No regrets! I figured I'd be sick from the cold, the wet and the lack of pants, but all is good. And, as I told the millions of people who asked me last night "aren't you cold?!", I didn't feel cold. I was numb.

I'll post some pics from last night when I get a hold of someone else's pictures because mine alone aren't sufficient enough to post for the whole "picture whoredom" experience.

Today I went tennis racquet-shopping. I'm planning on playing tennis this Sunday to be eligible for this scholarship (long story) and I've decided that I should take up some sort of sport this summer since I'm anti-gym. I'm too short for basketball and too fragile for football, so tennis was the next on my list of 'tolerable sports that I'll partake in'. I think I'll do more golfing this summer, too, but clubs are too expensive for my taste so I'll stick to the ones they provide at the range.

Since I know not much about what makes a good tennis racquet 'good', I got a very pretty youth-sized, feather-light Wilson racquet that's made of titanium (good?). I can't wait to break it in this weekend. I figured I should try and splurge on sports equipment and the like since I have no boyfriend to occupy my time and money to waste. haha

I also helped Jez do some grocery shopping today and we were stupid enough to think we could carry a week's worth of groceries from the store to her apartment. Needless to say, I was rewarded for my "hard" work with a spaghetti dinner and we finally watched Initial D: The Movie (action and effects were good, plot was lacking). I had a weird craving for tofu after the movie.

I'm exhausted and it's only 12:30 am!!

The True Test to a Relationship?

I was listening to the radio the other day and I heard an ad for a company that provides lie detector test services. The premise of the ad was of a man who suspected his chick was cheating and his friend suggests he give her a lie detector test to settle his qualms.

Are they serious? Is this what we've come to? Is a lie-detector really the answer to a problem like that? I'm no relationship expert, but I'm sure if you suggest someone take a lie-detector test to see if they're cheating, it will open a can of worms. Just when I thought ridiculousness was merely reduced to the confines of talk shows and reality TV, ridiculousness walks amongst us and I'll be damned if someone ever asks me to take a lie-detector test. I could be spitting dead air here, seeing as I've never been in a seriously committed relationship before, but isn't trust one of the main fundamentals to making a relationship last? Or at least, happy? If you suspect someone is cheating, why are you wasting your time in staying when the real problem is not whether they cheated on you, but the fact that you even suspect it.

A friend told me that he was with his girlfriend for 5 years but their relationship seemed quite "dysfunctional". His chick didn't trust him at all and she was always suspicious of him and didn't even let him have female friends. He admitted he wasn't happy in his relationship but he stayed with her because "they were together for so long" and her parents loved him. He described to me every element that would culminate in me being unhappy in any relatinship: obligation with the hint of distrust. I can imagine this is an example of one of many relationships out there, where people stay in relationships for other reasons than trust and devotion. I will never comprehend why people stay in relationships like that. How can someone be thoroughly happy if they're always worrying about what their boyfriend's doing, or who their girlfriend is talking to? Is this a result of a lack of respect for themselves? There has to be a reason that someone would stop trusting someone. That, to me, would signify the end of it.

But then I thought, Is this what makes relationships interesting and not monotonous? Is this why people stay in 'bad' relationships? I was once read that people are actually addicted to the "pain and despair" that comes with relationships and that's why there's a lot of drama associated with stuff like that. Kinda like the pinch to let you know that it's real and it's there.

So what would life be like without all this? I suppose this is one thing that makes life interesting and without it, life would be dull and too 'ideal', right?

I'm not gonna shit on people who have had the honour of taking a lie-detector test: if you passed, great; if you didn't, you got owned. But whether you passed or failed, perhaps these lie-detector services should provide post-test conselling, because these things will provide nothing but bad results for the relationship.

More camera whoredom...

...from Vicki's party. There were so many pictures, so I had to be selective.

Of course, they're mostly of yours truly (you know you love me).

^Me, eating

^Me, eating, still ^Me, eating more! ^Shit, someone needs to get the food out of my face! ^Ogling Sarah's new phone ^Yes, Sarah, it's a nice phone ^If Vicki was a man, I'd have no questions... (back that ass up, girl) ^That GAME, from day...

^...to night

^Action shot (?)

^I look midget-y (more so)

^Hmm, what will I miss the most about Mariusz? (hint: the list is short)

^For once Mel isn't making a FACE

^Stellar party, Vicki!

^Bye Mariusz, Hi Peter!

Man, I thought I was a Camera Nazi, but apparently the friggin Paparazzo was at the party as well.

Geez, why are 'ques and bikinis in the same season? With all these BBQ's, I'm gonna have to go back to wearing t-shirts to the beach!

Ta ta!

"Fiasco!"

• Mrs. Costa Rica and getting de-crowned after being "Mrs. World" for like, 2 minutes (although she did get many props and tears from her fellow pageantees, which was nice)
• Mrs. Russia, who won, but totally got dissed and dishonoured on live(?) television and having to do the "take two" and act all shocked when her name was announced--again
• The little girl suspended from the ceiling in an angel costume, spinning down probably 30 feet in front of everybody (what the hell?)
• Alan Thicke, for even hosting this thing. Why didn't you say anything?
• The chick who crowned and sashed the wrong girl! "What have you done?! Mrs. Russia won, not Costa Rica!" Alan Thicke slinks away...

What's more hilarious is that the crew kept filming backstage, despite all the nasty things being said about Mrs. Russia on live TV. Why would they even release such a thing? It just makes the whole show look bad (even more so) and more embarassing for the organizers. Although I admit it makes for damn good TV.

In the States, they'd probably cut to commercial when the show's director realized what happened. Zzzz...

"Mrs. Russia, a woman? Noooo!"

Minimalist lifestyle, minimalist art, minimalist fashion, minimalist eater?

I WANT DARIA'S SHOES!!

^ Balenciaga?

Okay, that's out of my system, thanks.

I woke up at about noon today and had green tea for breakfast and lunch. It's weird, I don't feel hungry and I don't think it has entirely to do with me eating practically a whole cow and pig last night. Lately, I just haven't been overly hungry, but satisfactory full. I'll snack a bit sometimes, pint of blueberries here and a slice of banana bread there. The biggest meal of my day is obviously dinner, but even then I don't eat a whole lot. I wonder if this is healthy. I'm not too worried about the quality of food I'm eating (my dinner meals are very balanced: half veggies, quarter carbs, quarter meat) but the quantity I'm eating is quite "frail". I binge eat when there's a 'que and my 'treats' are usually when I'm out and I'll get a frap or something. Any nutrionists out there? I'm 95 lbs (I weighed myself for the first time this year on Vicki's convenient scale in her bathroom last night) and a bare 5 feet (if Sarah's "four feet and 3/4 of an inch" then I guess I'm around there). I only really 'exercise' when I go clubbing or taking public transportation (chasing a bus takes it out of me). I consider a small-sized bowl of Pho at 99 to myself a 'big meal' (I think this would constitute me as a 'cheap date').

I know I can't really compare myself to the averagely height and weighted, so I was just wondering if I should be eating more because I merely only eat when I'm hungry and not lazy. Like overweight people, I don't like it when people fixate on my size (unless it's a compliment, haha). I'm pretty sure I'm not anorexic because I eat when I'm hungry (but not till I'm full) and I don't feel guilty about food unless it looks gross and totally chemicalized. Hmm. Actually I think alot of this 'bird eating' I've been doing lately is because I have a distaste to alot of food that is out there now. Call me a "picky eater" but a seedless watermelon (seedless anything, actually) kinda grosses me out and don't even get me started on Kraft dinner and it's unnatural glowing tinge (cheese shouldn't dissolve).

OMG.

I really hope I don't turn into one of those raw-food-only, vegan tree-huggers who make milk out of almonds and dance around in nothing but a wheatgrass skirt! If I ever try to sell give away burn my leather shoes or alligator pocketbook, someone better shoot me.

Flip my chips, I'm a balla

Just came back from Mariusz's going-away party. Lucky bastard's got his internship in NYC with 20/20. Everyone seems to be doing well and succeeding and I'm so happy for everyone (Jez promoted at her office, Sarah working with Feds, people with options of where they can work). It almost kinda sorta makes me want to actually try hard in finding a job right this minute.

It's really nice to be surrounded with people who have goals and achievements rather than bumming around with "I was too lazy to finish highschool" types. Not to put down those who didn't graduate highschool (you may have had different circumstances), but I really can't hang out with them too much. They will make me feel as if I've done too much and that I should slow down. Here I am surrounding myself with people who are better than me and who are very different than me, while others prefer to settle into their own niche with people of similar interests. Not that that's a bad thing, but when you're all on the same track, there's noone there to lead and then you're just at a standstill. That sucks.

Personally, I think I've started to slow down and I've become less and less ambitious with my future (beginning with my internship-search). Where's my drive? Where's my energy? I think it somehow got lost while at school but also because everyone is so busy with their own up and coming lives that I've lost touch with what I should be aiming for. C'mon, Lil, try HARDER!

Anyhoo, no pics from the party tonite because there were so many cameras that I didn't even bother with my camera. I hope pictures start coming into me sometime soon, but I'm not holding my breath because everyone is a slowpoke! Or busy with their lives. LOL I ate soooo much. I think this is how fat people get fat: when there's open food right front of you, there's nothing to do but to just eat it!

In light of my 'I need to get motivated' schpeel I think I will get the ball rolling with a few goals to complete and hopefully I'll get the momentum going on my path to success!:

• get my G license
• master driving stick!
• sign up for hip hop dance classes
• get a job

Not in any particular order, of course.

More pics from Lot on Wednesday night:

I think I contracted West Nile from being bitten tonite despite wearing layers. La la la la la...*scratch *scratch

So much for a boring week...

Yes, it's been awhile since I've updated. I'm alive, in case some of you may be wondering. Believe it or not I've been busy. And it really couldn't have come at a worse time. I decided that I wanted to make up my Philosophy mark so I agreed to do a paper and I was given two weeks to do it---one and a half weeks ago. o_o Yes, I'm a moron. I completely forgot about it so for the past couple of days I've been trying to finish reading the book I agreed to do the paper on (The Outsider by Albert Camus). It's a small book, but a book is a book and I keep falling asleep every few chapters or so. Anyway, because I'm such an idiot, this paper could've been done during my downtime while I was complaning about not having anything to do. And it's now collided with a now-eventful last couple of days:

Wednesday: Went back to Lot 332 Wednesday night. Sooooo much fun, and this time they opened the roof which was uber cool (even when it rained).

I look so gross in this picture because it was so goddam humid and crowded (and anyone who's gone clubbing with me knows I dance hard), so shut up. Yeah, I'm not one of those people who only put up pictures where I look gorgeous and flawless. Hehehe. And yes, I know I look pregnant, but I was amazed at how dark I look. I look as dark as Vicki! Okay, no more tanning for me. I hate clubbing in the middle of the week, but I really wanna go back to Lot 332 and chill in the old skool hip hop room next time. Who's in?

Thursday: Woke up at about 2 pm and I spent most of the day trying to finish the book. I only managed to finish the first part, but not without taking like, 5 naps. Later that night I went to Jez's new apartment, which is less than a block from me (yay!) and helped her paint. 3 hours into painting later and I think I killed a few brain cells because of the toxic smell. Because of all that napping, I totally threw off my sleeping schedule and couldn't fall asleep until 4:30 am! This especially sucked because...

Friday: I had to get up and help Jez buy new stuff for her new digs and she wanted to start the day at 9 am. You do the math. 1 breakfast, 4 hours and 4 shopping carts full of Ikea furniture and "home essentials" later we achieved our goal for the day. Our budget was exactly $2000 (the max on the credit card) and our total was about $1930. Whew.

I helped her put together the lamps we got and played the "what-does-this-light-switch-do" game. We plugged in all the lights to find out what this one switch in her apartment did (remember on "Friends" when Monica and Rachel moved into Joey and Chandler's apartment and couldn't figure out what the light switch did so Monica plugged in appliances that made noise to find the source? We did that, but with lights!). We still don't know what that switch does.

A funny story (just because I know Jez is gonna tell it to everyone, so I might as well tell it):

We plugged in all the lamps and I noticed that one of them wasn't on. "Hey! I think the switch turns that outlet on and off! Yes, we found it!" I turned on the switch and the light still didn't go on. "Lil, did you put in a light bulb?" "Oh...shit."

Let it go. I was running on 4 hours of sleep! And figuring out those damn Ikea instructions took alot out of me! I can tell I will be over at Jez's alot, not only because this is what I used to do when she lived next to the highschool, but also because her apartment's pretty cozy and within walking distance of me! I also realized that moving is not as fun as I thought it would be. It's pretty damn expensive and pretty damn tiring, even when you already know how you're gonna decorate and stuff. It especially sucks when all your furniture is from Ikea and you gotta put the furniture together. I hate Ikea, especially their manuals that don't have words!! I don't see the complete appeal to Ikea (sure the furniture and their displays look nice, but the quality is mediocre at best) but I guess it's an ideal place to get shit when you're first starting out (you do get what you pay for, though).

I also saw The Da Vinci Code last night. It was alright, although I admit I zoned out during the parts where they had to explain stuff (I'm not big on history) but I really loved the 'artsy' parts like the architecture and some of the paintings. It wasn't as action-packed as I'd hoped, but it was interesting (in a solve-the-mystery kinda way). Cuong was completely zonked out throughout most of the movie. At some parts I wanted to wake him up and go, "Look, Cuong! Magneto!" Hahaha...

I know I've stipulated that I don't like leggings, mainly because alot of people don't know how to wear them. I actually found a look that I've found acceptable:

(BTW, if anyone has this track, send it over!) Shit, just looking at her legs in that last scene makes me realize that I need to shape up for bikini season. Alright, back to the book! BAAAH!