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2003-06-25T10:17:00.000-07:00

Hi Hi Hi!

This is going to be an 'I ate chicken soup today' type entry! :) Otherwise known as haircut blogging...

The past two weeks have been intense with midterms. Two weekends ago was especially bad, as I spent Friday and Saturday up at school taking handwritten notes (my prof had frozen the circulation so we couldn't even take the books to the computer lab next door), Sunday writing the paper, and Monday I skipped school to continue writing it. Then, exhausted from that paper, and having to do filming for Phonics in Action in the meantime, my next paper was submitted four days late :|

I finally got out on Sun nite, to Richmond Night Market, which was totally fun. I bought two dozen Hello Kitty undies and two Pokemon cellphone faceplates. Not. I just got socks and a wallet. Mike got this wooden dragon kit to hang from his ceiling. The food was supergood and not as pricey as I expected. But I got sick after, and none of that yummy undercooked octapus or taro bbtea stayed in.

Last night, Sherry and her friend Adrienne were out on the town so I joined em in the middle of their Robson prowl. They are quite 'thorough' shoppers ;) but I'm GLAD SHERRY GOT THAT BLACK TOP!!! I did not find my beloved Pumas. They look like this! in case anyone out there is a closet Puma alfrectionado (I doubt it!).

After dodging three-legged dogs and shirtless monstrosities, we arrived at the Boathouse.....and waited. And waited. And WAITED! And ate. The pepper grinders were about 12 - 14 " long. Then, we took the bus back, and Sherry spotted some heinous PDA. And there were cupcakes that looked good from far away but they were $2.50 for a regular sized one. Cakes were $40. Whoever would buy a tiny $40 cake with plain green frosting and butterfly cookies is nuts.

Oh yeah, yesterday I woke up at 5:30 so I went jogging in the watershed park before the sun rose! It was tres dope. My dog looked so cute sleeping, but I woke her up and she blinked groggily a few times... but then got super excited to go as per usual. I can wake her up at any time of the night and she'll always be psyched to go for a jog. Except she's getting old so near the end of the jog I'm pretty much dragging her along.

On mon. I went to Sears (Sears on Robson, as they call it.. haha.) to get Pam and PJ their wedding prezzie (wedding's on Sat). I was astounded at the Gift Registry service. OMG. Level 5 is totally dedicated to wedding presents. Porcelain dolls and a weird floral arrangement using barley grass or something, and beds. Tons of beds. Anyway there is this sleek touch-screen banking-machine thing where you enter the name of the bride or groom-to-be, and it gives you their wishlist, items that have been bought and ones remaining. You print out the list, a sales associate locates the item for you (in this case, a glass teapot), and they gift wrap it for you! All in under twenty minutes. I almost regret not having seen the days when wedding gift shopping ='ed hair pulling-out, 4 hour crisis.

And now I'm just lounging around the house before dental appt. while Sherry and her friend attempt the Grouse Grind. It is not your time to go yet, say the muses. You must desire to go more, then we will allot you the opportunity.

2003-06-19T14:11:00.000-07:00

Just putting this out to the masses:

Anyone want to split some cheap webhosting? It's about $100/year for the biggest package, with unlimited domain names. I thought it might be cool to split it with 2 or so others.. about $35/yr. Then we can always use the other domain names for additional websites or host friends' sites

Otherwise, I will just sign up for the one-domain hosting, which is about $45/year. :)

2003-06-12T17:07:00.000-07:00

My DAY SO FAR.

Act 0 Scene 0:
-Wake up to radio talkshow host asking who has the slogan "Share moments share life."
-Press snooze button
-Suddenly curious, turn radio on to see if its 'Kodak.'
-They're on to the next question already :(
-Study for hour or two for midterm
-Brother is having ona dem long half hour showers. Fill time packing 10 course lunch.
-5 min to shower before bus
-make record time, proud.

Act 0 Scene 1:

-LOSE BUS PASS!!!!!!!11 Look all over house, in pocket, throw stuff in air. Miss bus. Find bus pass (by computer C)
-Dad's whiny southern blues song has been playing on repeat for three hours. Song incorporates itself into head. (Song must be entitled 'Look what they've done to my song' because thats what the chorus, refrain, main verses and solo say.)

Act 0 Scene 2:
-On way out door, notice big hole in new jeans. inspect. Must have caught it on something looking for bus pass? Poke at hole. It widens.
-Arrive at busstop. Look at hole. New hole is growing next to original hole. WTF?! -Closer inspection reveals something is eating away at my jeans. I poke at a white spot and the material vanishes, creating a third hole. It appears i have splattered my jeans with some kind of bleach.
-hope that rear of jeans are not growing holes with which to reveal my pink panther lululemon undies.
-Look What They've Done To My Song™ makes re-appearance in head.

Act 0 Scene Three:

-arrive late to tutorial.
-1 hour of study for midterm
-arrive to midterm. find out there is no midterm for the class; i had mis-read my agenda.
-come to computer lab to report this
-about to go to library to consult reserves for a paper next week.
-goodbye

2003-05-24T12:20:00.000-07:00

I was daydreaming about what I would tell someone about their photos. They all look like a different person. They all look like beautiful people, but different. Why? Because .. I am so enamoured with the concept that I am really looking at the picture of this one particular person, that I immediately lose track, and my mind starts wandering about all the parts that make them a whole. And because of that, I can't see the whole image as it sits there, staring at me. But that is perfectly fine; I like the depth of the enigma and how it plays with my brain.

I hate rollerblading around this neighbourhood. I mean I like it, because I like blading, and I found a new close area that is relatively flat, to practice stopping. But I hate the fact that there is nobody my age in this neighbourhood. There are a few highschool kids, who get all primped up to stroll around the block. Then there are the older chinese speedwalkers and the 40-ish slow-walking couples. Once in a while a young couple and baby. After blading around a bit, I realize how this is such a not-my-agegroup neighbourhood, and that all the 20-somethings have moved closer to downtown.

So anyway, I improved a bit with stopping but I have to remember not to go out during rush hour next time. I was coming down the same hill that I wiped out on last time, and starting to pick up speed again near the intersection. I planned to turn right, towards my house, but a car suddenly appeared from the right, and not wanting to hit it with my wide turn, I suddenly chose to turn left. The car waited while I careened down the dead end street, unable to stop. Wheeeeeeeeee! Later my brother said he had been that car and that I looked like I was 'about to lose control.' Dammit all to Cinncinnati. I can't even keep up the facade of looking in control.

In other news, I couldn't get onto the Granville St. bus because I hadn't figured out how to close my newly-purchased umbrella.

PS. I think I enjoy sado-masochism towards my plants. A cup of water has been sitting beside my parched plant for a while, but somehow I didn't want to water it. Why? Well it was good drinking water, after all, and if i didn't drink it today, I might drink it the next day! Finally my mom (God bless her mercy) saw the juxtaposition of glass of water and parched plant, and relieved the thing from its suffering.

2003-05-09T21:53:00.000-07:00

when you're in elementary school you don't worry about much. except for irrational fears like your parents dying. you have huge long-term goals. your eyes are set on becoming the youngest author in the world, or the most famous actor ever.

when your're in middle school you worry about fitting in. your eyes are set on clothes.

when your'e in highschool you worry about fitting in--- and preparing for uni. will your grades be high enough? entrance exams? AP exams? SAT? college vs uni? student loans? what to major in? job market for that major? your eyes are set on getting to university.

when you're in uni u worry about getting just above that 2.0 GPA so u graduate. u worry about student loans. co-op option? tuition fees! if you don't go to uni you wish you had, because nobody will hire you. if you are in uni, you wish you didn't graduate so fast and slowed down to gain experience because nobody will hire you. your eyes are set on a secure entry-level job, working under management.

.....................................then, finally, when you start building your career, you can relax and breathe because this is where you worked so hard to be, isn't it?

but no. when you're in a stable job, you worry about being laid off. you dream of either climbing the corporate ladder or creating your own business. if you made your own business you'd never have to worry about being laid off, could shed these crummy hours and stressful bosses. your eyes are set on creating your own business. but to do this you need more experience in this current job, and money from it to build capital. you twiddle your fingers and count the years.

when your small business begins to take off, i'm sure you worry about something, but what? marketing, hiring outside staff, not being able to produce according to demand, raw materials costing more than finished product, no pension or health benefits, what of RRSP's and EI incase your industry goes through a recession. oh you probably also are married with kids and a mortgage now so there is more worry. you want your kids to grow up so you don't have to carry them around and feed them. your eyes are set on sending them to university so your spouse and you can spend retirement travelling. when you are travelling, though, you hit some third world countries and feel uncomfortable as tourists. you aim to start doing volunteer relief work. if only you could start a volunteer relief organization! oh but you are now in debt thanks to to RRSP's and your children's costly education..................................

"irrational worrywart that girl is," i hear you say... but the moral of this is.... we always think we are in the crux; the turning point of our life, whatever stage we are in. if we just pass this stage everything will be fine. not so. we look up to people one or two stages past ours and think they have it all together and could want nothing more. but they are just like us. so i want to work hard at completing the stage i'm in, but sit back and breathe as well, and marvel at how i got here. this stage was, from the vantage point of my last stage, all i worked toward. so i need to go outside and jump around in a puddle and twirl my arms and know that THIS is the life i've always wanted, and THIS is as good as it gets.

2003-04-27T23:03:00.000-07:00

Wow four months of blog-free bliss. Uh-oh I am back.

I always find others' fun to read, so here goes:

Color: blue
Scents: 'love spell' from victoria's secret; berry lipgloss, guava and mango fruits. fruits!
Flowers: lilac, buttercups, roses on bushes
Board Games: pictionary. but it really depends on the company.
Video Games: none
Sports to Play: soccer. i haven't played for years tho.
Sports Teams: plan to get into soccer. i hear leeds is cool to cheer for.
Outdoor Activities: boating, canoeing, camping
TV Shows: martha stewart and other do-it-yourself shows. madTV. seinfeld.
Movies: when harry met sally. the professional.
Actors: can't think of the guy in 'when harry met sally.' goodness!
Actresses: meg ryan.
Music: house
Magazines: i like flipping thru trashy paparazzi mags once in a while
Books/Authors: Memoirs of a Geisha, A Fine Balance
Cereals: original cheerios, rice crispies
Fruits: lychee, cherries, watermelon
Snack Foods: crispers, sunchips, celery, cheese
Cookies: Chocolate chip, shortbread
Candy Bars: twix
Alcoholic Drinks: those fruity ones. also those fizzy ones.
Non-Alcoholic: cranberry juice, jackfruit milkshakes, tea (hot or cold)

2002-12-31T04:15:00.000-08:00

madames et monsieurs, i am on an unofficial blogbreak. kind of getting tired of this whole format and slant. a blog identity crisis u could call it. it gets kind of boring blabbing about yourself after a while. i want to have a distinct theme, if i am to keep blogging. throughout my browsing i have noticed many blogs are built on different themes. some photography. some excerpts of books and poetry. some on the status of favorite countries *cough*. some are extremely personal while others are magazine-style. so i am going to go live life for a bit and hopefully, if/when i come back, will have brainstormed a fresh new blog format and theme.

2002-12-28T23:23:00.000-08:00

cookie. (choc. chip)

2002-12-24T18:20:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas :)

2002-12-23T13:23:00.000-08:00

fudge.

2002-12-19T23:03:00.000-08:00

Ifrit's question numero 2:

what is the meaning of faith?

1.Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing.
2.Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence. See Synonyms at belief. See Synonyms at trust.
3.Loyalty to a person or thing; allegiance: keeping faith with one's supporters.
often Faith Christianity. The theological virtue defined as secure belief in God and a trusting acceptance of God's will.
4.The body of dogma of a religion: the Muslim faith.
5.A set of principles or beliefs.

Well, I think these are pretty much all the various meanings of faith. (Thank you dictionary.com!) What do you think faith means?

2002-12-19T21:56:00.000-08:00

Ifrit said:

so it seems that if u follow satan on earth, you are punished by him in the afterlife. but if you follow god on earth, you are punished in life and rewarded in the afterlife.
seems a bit screwed up to me. if i were satan i'd reward my followers

Satan does reward his followers on earth and if I remember correctly, he doesn't believe he will be defeated in the afterlife. Because of this, his followers are not aware of the angst and separation from love they will experience in the afterlife with Satan. If Satan is at all aware of the situation in store for his followers, he definitely doesn't advertise this part of the deal to them. As for being punished by God on earth, this is far from the truth. You have to differentiate between intrinsic good and worldly good. Worldly good is what we see as giving us happiness. What we rely upon. Family, money, friends, good health, laughter, fun times. What God offers is intrinsically good and ultimately satisfying- eternal life and a peace while on earth that transcends all other worldly goods. So this is where the trials and hardships come into place for followers of God. Think of a person's life as a house built on straws, the straws being family, good health, etc. At times these straws may collapse and it is possible that they all can at once. None is stable. Then where does happiness come from? So when God allows hardship on a person, he is really removing one of these straws so that a person's faith in God will increase. In place of the straw grows a cement pillar, which is the intrinsic good he offers.

Here's a chart:

Satan                                                                                        God

intrinsic evil                                                                             intrinsic good; creator of perfect world

uses worldly good that God has created as rewards                sometimes removes worldly good to better his followers

2002-12-18T22:02:00.000-08:00

Look what I baked! A peach pie! My first pie! It is French peach pie with a cup of cream to be specific. An apple pie was in the oven when I took this pic. They turned out sooo good and I'm one happy grrrrl. With a happy pie-eating family.

2002-12-18T01:41:00.000-08:00

Okay, first question of the week:
if god is so good, why do bad things happen to good people?

Good question! I've heard this question many times, but still good..
First of all, nobody is truly 'good.' We are all sinful creatures living in a 'screwed up' world, one that deviates from its intended perfection. So if 'bad' things happen to us, its only logical because these misfortunes fit into the nature of a humanity altered by Satan. *However,* it is possible that God will allow a highly unusual number of 'bad' things to happen to people who are incredibly faithful to him, in order to build their character and faith. I know some people to whom this has happened. We have some family friends, the Munnings, who are missionaries and incredibly faithful towards God. However, hardship has seemed to follow them unduly. They have a large family (4 girls) and are fairly poor. They've had a lot of sickness, the mom had meningitis contracted while working in Indonesia. Their second oldest daughter has practically disowned her parents, running off and marrying a 40 year old (she's my age). The oldest daughter just had a miscarriage. The dad kept getting laid off over and over and had to be a garbage collector and now works in a glue factory. ETC ETC. Why has God 'been so bad' to them and not my family? I think he knows that they can handle the burden and grow from it, whereas I'm not as ready/worthy, so I get a more cushy life. And they are some of the happiest people I know.

Okay, next question!!!!! :) This is fun!

2002-12-17T02:08:00.000-08:00

I'm taking requests! List a topic for me to write about or question you want to ask me in the comments and I'll answer it. :)

2002-12-16T18:28:00.000-08:00

Whee! Some girls from my sfu bible study... Erika, Julia, Candice & I got together for dinner and baked an apple pie. It was actually kinda sketchy. The crust was almost all shortening *ew* and tasted like sand. The inside filled up with water!!! But the apples tasted ok and it was fun to make.

2002-12-15T01:59:00.000-08:00

I just started researching Taiwan. I know why I didn't start till now. Because I don't want to read any information that will deter me from going. Or anything negative. But now that I've started, I know I won't be able to stop. I'm an addictive researcher. Not for school. For anything but school. Once, waaaaaaaay back when I was a silly little kid, I spent atleast 72 hours researching a 'mind-altering substance' before trying it. I could recite the chemical structure. Thats kind of ironic when you think about it. I digress. So I came here to list my current impression of Taiwan, before I proceed to open a travelog minimized in my browser. (I've only looked at one school's website; taiwan-teachers.com.) I want to see how different my knowledge of it is now, compared to later, after I've researched/gone there/etc. Because, as someone once said, no matter where you travel, it almost *never* looks like what you imagined.

So, without further ado, here's what I (ignorantly) think of Taiwan as being:

-Mostly city. Very tall buildings. Huge department stores. A bit like Tokyo. Miles and miles of stores, with the same stores repeating every few blocks. (Heard that from a friend).
-Very 'cutesy.' Hello-kitty, guys dressed in tight pants. Lots of cool gel pens.
-Schools: very strict. Teachers allowed to beat kids. Hard curriculum. Uniforms, all girls/all boys schools with a 'family' feeling amongst students.
-People: fairly cliquey, diverse of course..hard to label ppl in one country...
-WARM!! Apparently it is 26 degrees there now. (Its about 5 here). I love warm!
-High crime rate. Kidnappings. Political tension quite high (re: China).
-More pollution than Vancouver. Fairly smoggy. Crowded streets with lots of bikes, scooters, motorcycles (hooray motorcycles! ARR.)
-Apartments are not fully furnished. Small and practical. Not super fancy. (I get this impression from Taiwanese friend's houses. They always look kind of bare, and in a state of transition.)
-Probably pretty active nightlife. I hear simple hiball drinks can be $14 ea.
-Cost of living probably a bit more than Seattle in general. Maybe between .5 and 1x the cost of living here.
-Lots of bubbletea houses and portrait studios!

And thats about it! Most of these ideas I got from observing Taiwanese people here. And talking to them. Now, time to research and see how far off the mark I am... (gel pens.. ha ha. i think a country is a bit more than its writing utensils..)

2002-12-14T15:52:00.000-08:00

For some reason I can't remember, I got to thinking about my ex-roomie. Back at Trinity Western. You know how when scientists put mice in tiny enough cages, they eat eachother? We used to have violent brawls. Ok so they were supposedly 'good natured' but they got a little out of hand sometimes. I used to like DJ Tiesto back then and I printed out a whole bunch of color pics of him on her printer (she made me pay high coin for it) and decorated 'my' wall (i was top bunk) with them. Then she took a watergun and sprayed them so all the colour dripped down the wall. So I waited till she thought I was over it, then sprayed her when she was reading and got her precious book (War and Peace) wet. Then she got really mad and grabbed Puppy (my stuffed dog I've had since birth---NOBODY messes with Puppy) and wouldn't give him back. I grabbed a paw and she had his head and it almost came off. *sob.* (I didn't get him back for 2 days). Then I grabbed her rubber fish (yes she slept with a big rubber puffer fish...freak!) Jodo and ran off down the hall with it and filled it with some water and put it in the freezer. Well she found it before it froze. And then locked me out of the room. It was like 2 am. Other people heard the yelling/banging and woke up and got mad.

Then this other time I was quietly studying and minding my own business, and she was beside me 'studying' and eating cereal straight from the box. Kix cereal. Suddenly, *fwipt!* a wet Kix hits me between the eyes. Can this be so? She is spitting them at me. (Kix cereal is like little styrofoam balls.) And another. Giggle giggle. I ignore her. And another. More giggling. Well if you can't fight em, join em....so I grab one and spit back. Then we start spitting at the light above us, to see if we can sink any in the fixture. Then she spits some on my bed and in my bag. This means war. Soon, handfuls of Kix are flying everywhere. The floor is littered with them. Everywhere you step, crunch. So anyway, I'm a pretty clean person person, right? And this is just a bit outside my perameters. So I tolerate the mess but the next morning they are still there. A whole box-worth of Kix on a floor about 2 ft by 4 ft big. You could barely see the carpet. When I open a book to study, Kix falls out. When put on my shoes, Kix is there. So I ask her why she hasn't vaccuumed it up. Well turns out vaccuuming is *my* job, duh. (Along with cleaning the bathroom and emptying the garbage and washing her dishes). So I go find the vaccuum. The vaccuum is shared by 80 girls on our floor and its broken. We end up co-habiting a whole week with the Kix. By the time the vaccuum is fixed again, most of the Kix have been crushed to a fine powder.

Moral of the story: I like living by myself.

2002-12-13T01:48:00.000-08:00

Wow, what a day. Like I was saying to ifrit earlier, i figured out something about my exam study habits. I seem to try and make every exam as hard as possible for myself as I can. For example, if I have a week to study, I will wait till the night before to study. Then when that comes, I'll just stay up all night and draw cartoons. Then I won't eat anything and purposely almost miss the bus. I think its just a way of generating stress to make myself motivated to cram. So I crammed half an hour before for this exam and...I did pretty ok!

On the way home I kept stopping off at places to shop, so I ended up buying three transfers. The new ticket machines are insane, as is anything Translink. I couldn't figure out how to make it work, and I asked the lady behind me, but she admitted she was watching me because she didn't know how they worked. There was a couple behind her watching too, so I stepped back to let them go first, right onto a popcan, which stuck to the bottom of my shoe so that I hobbled around making crunching metal sounds and nearly fell on the audience that had just observed me poking helplessly at the machine.

Ok then at the busstop I sat down on a bench and observed people. There was this tall decent-looking yet geekish guy at the other end of the bench. This little rough-looking guy with a monster bag of oreos sits to my right and this wigga dressed in baggy sweats sits to my left, so I'm squished. Then this other dude walks past us all, not looking at us. Suddenly, he lunges for the guy on my right's oreos. Whereupon I wonder if I'm allowed to take some too. So he comments that he has to reach so far into the bag to find any oreos and the two of them start talking...about Safeway coupons. Then the wigga gets up for a smoke, and comes back with two Provinces, one of which he silently hands over to the geek. Who says thank-you, and they both begin reading it. At this point I wonder if I'm a little spaced-out from lack of sleep. Then two more guys join the Oreo crew, then another and another and suddenly their clique is huge and there is lots of debate about Safeway coupons!!!! Then another guy comes and he's like, heyyyy spare me a smoke eh? Fifty cents! C'mon I'll pay you! Someone gives him one for free and then he totally joins in the conversation. Whereupon I ~~join the clique too~~ go join my bus's lineup. And I notice how normal my busline is compared to the friendly wiggas and Oreo-grabbers over waiting in the 104 Annacis Island area.

Okay so then I come home and...its weird, I haven't eaten since 6 am...(I left the toast on my bed actually..in a rush, see above) and 8 hours later I'm not hungry at all. Then I went and saw My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Which was much less of the comedy I'd heard it was, and more of a romance. Yes. And I was teary-eyed at the end, when her dad gives her away to her incredibly sexy husband. And then now I've been surfing like mad on the computer. It's been one of those nights when I've had so much to look up/read online. I am lusting after a fujifilm digital camera so I've been doing price comparisons. I have other things to say, but this post is getting rather long and tedious.

2002-12-11T23:18:00.000-08:00

Cartoon I drew of some fun I had today. Whoopie!

2002-12-11T19:20:00.000-08:00

i need to get my tutor kids to talk more. they don't talk. suggestions welcome!

2002-12-11T17:11:00.000-08:00

bijou says:
(5:31 pm) stillform lighting. toss toss. will it just begin?
ox_archer says:
5:12, backtothefuture marty
ox_archer says:
still
ox_archer says:
storm
ox_archer says:
pending
bijou says:
hahahah :) rock on

2002-12-10T01:13:00.000-08:00

Ughphm. Sick sick sick! This is a big deal cuz I haven't been sick for a year. Getting these mini migraines. No fun.

My crazy malay-brit friend Ming wrote and says she's going to Greece...again! And asked if I want to come? Heheheh would I ever!!!!!! I calculated, though, the earliest I'll be able to start crazy travel stuff again is in 2006. That is if I take 4 courses each semester, including 2 summer semesters. So thats what I plan to do. Then I'm going to teach English in Taiwan. I have been blabbing this to people lately because its nice to finally have a goal. I was one of those ppl who never knew what they wanted to do throughout highschool, etc. So yay. (<--Omg this sounds so blog-like. Must stop. Hate cliches. Ahh I'm on a tangent.) Nothing else really worth updating about now. Foxtrot rocks. Oh, and I'm sick.

*edit: right now I'm surfing the exchange programs at sfu. hey, i can always entertain the thought right?

2002-12-07T20:36:00.000-08:00

commenting under pseudonyms is so last month >:( just so you know. COUGH*MOE*COUGH

2002-12-07T19:52:00.000-08:00

I'm pleasantly weirded out. My bro, who usually doesn't talk during dinner unless its about engineering or arguing about trivial stuff with my mom, has recently been concerned with world and marital issues. Last night was "Is there really a point in protecting the environment?" and tonight was: "Women suck." Like, come again?!

He: Yeah, all they care about is social status. And superficial things.
Mom: (referring to my hermitude i think) Look at your sister, she's not. Though...she is "different." (ha, thanks)
Me: What do you mean "social status?"
He: Like they only care about who they're seen with. And making themselves look good.
Me: Ha ha. Where do u get your evidence from, the movies?
He: Females! Like the ones I hang out with!
Me: So not true. Look at guys. Men's lines of clothing are equally diverse. Things like men's cologne have only diversified in the past few years.
He: Thats because women influence us.
*Raucous laughter by all*
Me: No, corporations create their male products based on male consumer demand.
He: And all females want to marry rich.
Me: Uh, no? Stereotype! Not the females I know!
He: In fact, I'm for sure getting a pre-nup before marriage. (In voice oddly bitter for his age)
Me: WTH!@##$ I am never getting a pre-nup!
He: Well what if she cheats on you? You wear a seatbelt when you drive, right?
Me: I will know for a fact my husband won't be cheating on me because I wouldn't have married him in the first place if he would. And driving? Thats the worst analogy for a marriage! And you're basically planning to divorce if you get a pre-nup.
He: Well you never know! People can change! You don't put on a seatbelt expecting to be hit, do you?
Me: Well in a way you do. There's tons of drunk drivers on the roads that you can't control. But marriage is within your control.
Mom: Well marriage is something you have to work on.
Dad: (some lengthy diatribe re: why he didn't choose a pre-nup)
Me: (vaguely in direction of bro, who has stormed away) I think you're just cynical about society in general. Though I am as well.

Oh, in addition he believes men 'know' how women work much better than they know how they work themselves, or how men work.

So who's right here, and who's wrong?

2002-12-05T23:27:00.000-08:00

Whew! Got a lot of stuff done today. Made toast/eggs for family's breakfast. (No, I'm not Mother Teresa; they just have lives and I have a week till my next final).Trimmed and brought in the tree, after cleaning up the living room. Fixed the string of lights on the deck. I thought I had fixed it when the whole string lit up but then started to flash. So like, half the house was not flashing and the other half looked like a Las Vegas casino. I finally figured out and fixed it. Took me about an hour. Or two. Oh before that, made peanut butter cookies using a recipe from my dad's late mother (now would be aged 104 or something). I kind of dragged my heels making them because they're not Christmasy and I wanted to do Christmas baking, dagnabbit! But he was really pining for them and they're almost gone already so I guess they were good. Then I made two pie shells and chilled them for 4 hours. Then washed a crapload of dishes. Then made dinner (noodles, pork, chinese veggies). And made 4 dozen butter tarts w/ the pie shells. Oh and somewhere in between there read some cool blogs and tried to figure out the intricacies of domain names, Perl, CGI, hosting, FTP-ing, bla bla.
Summary of day: I could easily live as a 'homemaker.' Seriously! Male chauvinist pig husbands, apply below ;)

Oh, from my domicile domain i was able to observe everyone else's day. My mom taught a full class of preschoolers (counted 8 pairs of kid-shoes!) then shopped the rest of the day. My dad faxed of lots of resumes (I think) and made phone calls and fixed stuff. He was recently laid off after working 10 yrs at a small electrical engineering company. But he wants to do something totally different, so its good timing. My brother is fak nutz and taking 6 courses or so, of Engineering. He comes home for dinner and goes out to work in the computer lab till he's kicked out at 9 sometimes. He fell asleep at the comp tonight and my dad thought he was having a nervous breakdown cuz he was slumped over the keyboard. Poor kid. Well, he kind of deserves it cuz he took like 5 spares last year in highschool and practically partied the whole year.

Okay, now that you know everything about me and my family, I won't have to update till March. *hibernates*

2002-12-05T06:50:00.000-08:00

Haylo! It's now 6:30 am. I got up at 5 and now I'm just waiting for stores to open so I can buy ingredients to do Christmas baking. I suppose I should be surfing the net to find recipes first, but heyyyy I gots lots of time. Bloggy blog comes first. Not much has happened lately. I haven't watered any bonsai's the correct way, though this seems to be The Thing To Do now. I did, however, add liquid fertilizer to my two pet plants. One of these is three sticks of bamboo and one of those three sticks is dying. I can't understand, because they are just sitting in water. Are the other two sucking up all the minerals in the water, depriving the first? Can bamboo really gang up on eachother? Does tap water really contain stealable nutrients? Hmm. These questions and more I do ponder.

I wonder where Graham is. Not that it helps to wonder here because he doesn't read my blog. I don't think he knows I have one. But we each bought $77 passes to see 7 (SeeSeven) indie theatre performances. And we still haven't seen one! Each month we play phone tag for about a week or so, then give up. Theres a new play, A Christmas 3, on now, which is the only one he explicitly expressed interest in seeing. So I started up the phone tag game again. I hope we go. Speaking of Christmas, I put up lights. But wait! There is more to this than there seems. We have a reallllllllly looooong house. And an even longer deck. I made a boo boo and somehow theres not enough string to go across the roof. As for the deck, one of the strings is burned out so sometime I have to yank out each individual bulb, test it, and plug it back in to see which one is trying to make my Christmas un-Merry. There are 100 bulbs in the string. I'm procrastinating. Maybe lightning will strike and the whole thing will light up by itself. Meanwhile, the left half of the house remains unlit and looks really funny from halfway down the block.

Okay, and what else am I going to do with myself this holiday season? Well, I really wanted to do some leisure reading and in particular finish Memoirs of a Geisha which was, by its goodness, helping end my reading aversion. However looks like there'll be Nunnadat! All because of the sneaky Buybackbook Dollars. I had some of these and had to use them up before they expired, so I bought this Stupid Stupid required reading for my Religions class, called Skinny Legs and all. I'm not even going to link it, its so stupid. Annoying, more like it. Here, I'll type out the first paragraph so you can share my annoyance:

It was a bright, defrosted, pussy-willow day at the onset of spring, and the newlyweds were driving cross-country in a large roast turkey. The turkey lay upon its back, as roast turkeys will; submissive, agreeable, volunteering its breast to the carving blaade, its roly-poly legs cocked in a stiff but jaunty position, as if it might summon the gumption to spring forward onto its feet, but, of course, it had no feet, which made the suggestion seem both empty and rediculous, and only added to the tukey's aura of goofy vulnerability. Despite its feetlessness, however, its pathetic podalic privation, this roast turkey--or jumbo facsimile thereof--was moving down the highway at sixty five miles an hour, traveling faster, farther on its back than many aspiring actresses.

Oh yay, I just can't wait to finish this book. Judging by the first seven pages, the author seems to have a thing for loose South Carolinian preacher's wives and their panties. Wonderful. Lastly, and most importantly, I'm planning to make a real blog this vacation. I thought about one of those MoveableType layouts everyone has, but they seem a bit to prevalent. So perhaps I'll use it, but design a phat layout in Dreamweaver to conceal it. Regardless, I want a real domain name, a pretty layout that makes me want to say more intelligent things, and a cheap host. So yeah, if I don't have all of these happening by New Years, please spam me. =)

2002-12-03T23:37:00.000-08:00

for U.S., 1992, proportions of total waste by activity:
75.0% mining/oil aand gas refining
13.0% agriculture
9.5% industry
1.5% urban waste
1.0% sewage sludge

Insane. So much for re-using ziploc bags. If I'm going to make a difference, I'll have to become an engineer and help invent solar-powered cars.

Hazardous Waste Management
-dump at sea (e.g. 1946-70: 50,000 drums of radioactive waste into Pacific Ocean 30 miles off San Fran)

Who the heck authorized that?!

2002-12-02T21:47:00.000-08:00

hey, not only do i wear jeans, i also go to school! whee! and so, i thought i'd take this time to list my courses this semester:

one: political science research methods. (BORRRRRRRRING BIG FAT BORRRRRRRING. a required course.)
deux: classical islamic civilization. (wth? i don't know a thing about classical islamic civilization. where is this country of islam? IZ. LAM. is lamb? hm. ok neeext!)
trois: the philosophy of art. (omgomgomg hi like this course! whoah! this one's kind of a present to myself for taking the last two. i hope we talk about......marcel duchamp)
xix: humanities: intro to religion. (i am semi-excited about this one. it doesnt really beat trois but it sure as my lipsmacker being edible is better than the first two.)

kay until the next study break, bye!! :D :) =) *_* woot

2002-12-02T14:57:00.000-08:00

Very be happy! found out that Mavi store has opened in Yaletown, 1081 Mainland St. Will be able to buy favoritist jeans in whole world there. ..::mavi molly 136::..
Haven't seen this type of jean since four yrs ago but according to their website they still make 'em. :D

2002-12-02T14:53:00.000-08:00

ha ha
we have a lot of phone #'s.

1 home phone
1 fax #
1 preschool #
1 business #
2 800-business #'s
my cell
----------------------------
7 ways to get ahold of us!
omg.

and if we were a cool postmodern family we'd have 3 more cells...one for each person. whew thank goodness we're not!

2002-12-01T13:55:00.000-08:00

hi to be updating blog in way of cam-girl blog style today!
here is:

1. wearing:
-semi-puffy vest, circa (?), salvation army
-grey TURTLE NECK, le chateau
-very old mavi's. they are so whitewashed and worn out, they almost look fashionable. be my favorite!
-flip-flops! G.A.P.™ only thing i've ever botten from G.A.P.™, besides some smelly fragrance back when Coolio was hip
-GLASSES. hi geek!
2. hearing: Alanis Morisette. "Forgive Me" remix by Hybrid.
3. doing: blow-drying hair. Yes, with the foot I am not typing with. It's with a blowdryer that was made back when Elvis was King. I had another blowdryer but it exploded. Yeah, and the handle started melting in my hand. No fun.
4. just ate: congi. spring rolls. chow seew bow.
5. Going to do this: to go peace portal alliance, to be around 5. eat more congi. pretend to do work. really play some online game or whatnot.
6. What I found last night in old ICQ history: http://www.hackstadt.com/features/whale/

2002-11-30T15:33:00.000-08:00

arrrrrrrrrrrrrrg

i have overdue sfu books! $12!! $1/day! should i drive all the way up there today or wait till I go up on Tues? (by then it will be $32 in fines). arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg this is so annoying

*edit:
so i drove up there. arg. yay. i brought my dad, and he brought his binoculars to spy on north van from the horizons lookout. hee hee. i wouldn't have dragged my butt out if he didn't come along. *yay for nice dads*

2002-11-29T15:39:00.000-08:00

NO, Bijou_7 doesn't need a loan.
NO, Bijou_7 doesn't need to reduce bills.
NO, Bijou_7 doesn't want to increase size
NO, Bijou_7 doesn't want to attract men or women FAST
NO, Bijou_7 doesn't think your viagra is the most potent on the market
YES, Bijou_7 will sleep fine tonight thanks.
NO, Bijou_7 doesn't want to see your new webcam.
Stop mailing me, you crazy scary people with big sizes, nice mattresses and mad cash!
sigh

2002-11-29T00:44:00.000-08:00

La La La! I'm happy! I'm not dead! I have art on my walls!

La la la I'm happy!

And 26 days till Christmas...thats less than 3 weeks..!

Wheewheewhee be it good.

2002-11-28T00:29:00.000-08:00

I'm listening to a song now that feels like some of my best dreams. I sometimes dream about loving someone or something in such a.. different way, a way I don't think I will even love someone in this lifetime. Intense doesn't describe it. Neither does surreal. Almost, though. This person never has a face, but I love him/her/it so much, he/her/she is like a piece of me. Narcissistic eh? But when I wake up, its always as if this being is in a higher realm (ie. heaven) and I can't reach them. And I swear to you this dream isn't some misplaced pining for some on-earth lover. This is like, man....unreal. So anyway, this song, it totally spells out this dream. Wow.

Speaking of which, I always dream my teeth are falling out. Most recent scenerio: as my teeth fell out, my house was getting invaded. This lady broke in and stabbed me in the heart with a dirty fork. I tried to stab her back with another fork. Someone has been trying to break into our home. The window next to me has a dent in the frame from someone trying to pry it out with a crowbar or screwdriver. To get to it, the person had to open our back gate and walk up a flight of stairs onto the deck. Don't know how, because theres only about 4 hours of the night when we're all sleeping. Then there was the other night when someone poured some substance into our mailslot at 2am. And the list goes on... we need to subscribe to ADT alarms or something. :)

I tutored today; I'm starting to love it again. Which fits nicely into my career plans. I'm really making these kids work. When I started with them, they were doing grade 4/5 work. I bought them grade 7 grammar workbooks last week and you can just see the smoke flying out of their ears.

Sigh. And theres something else I wanna write, but not in explicit detail. So I'll disguise it. There was a cricket. It wanted to fly. From far away, it saw something that not only flew, but also hovered. Its movements looked so beautiful and mesmerizing from a distance, the cricket never thought to move closer. But then one day it did, and found that the insect that had captured its attention was a dragonfly. The cricket began to sing and the dragonfly was enthralled. But up close, the dragonfly was gangly and spindly, with huge googly eyes. Its graceful movements now seemed choppy and erratic. The dragonfly's dance was suddenly threatening, garish and frightening. The cricket, afraid, suddenly burrowed into the closest hole and the notes from his half-finished song floated to the ground. And the dragonfly was perplexed and ashamed.

All in D minor, my friend, all in D minor.

2002-11-26T23:08:00.000-08:00

Dear Diary,

Sometimes failure is much, much better than success. In more ways than one.

That said, I will relinquish my cryptic aura to announce that online pictionary has been a saviour amidst paper-stress. Really, I should write my next paper on pictionary. Hehehe. Supposed to be writing it now, but my bro (who I got addicted to this game) is playing it and of course I'm stuck here and can't ...argh....do...ugh...this is so fun! muhah. Might go up to Elfin Lakes this weekend...hmmmm if I don't feel like studying. :D

2002-11-21T21:46:00.000-08:00

haha

2002-11-21T18:21:00.000-08:00

Last night, I laid awake thinking more philosophical thoughts about: clubs. I think now that I've cut down a lot on going to them, I can more fully analyze them. Clubs always have three main features: alcohol, darkness and loud music. Each of these makes reality less concrete. Because of this, we have to work harder to piece together reality. For example, conversations are never complete, there are always fragments you miss even when yelling in someone's ear. Its kind of like reading a book, where every fourth word is blacked out. Or looking at art where parts are deliberately missing. The brain enjoys the missing parts because it has to work to fill them in, thus creating a greater whole. So when clubbing, we like to make reality less tangible to make the entire experience more fullfilling.

2002-11-20T21:24:00.000-08:00

Digweed was great. The non-ticketholders line were falling over themselves trying to scrounge up the last few available tickets. It looked dangerously claustrophobic. There seemed to be a lack of scalpers. Steve suggested we scalp ours and make mad profit. Jokingly of course, for if either of us were to miss Digweed it probably wouldn't be him. We got there at 9, got a nice booth, and just chatted while the local dj's played. The crowd seemed older, and also quite nice and approachable. This guy Jeremy came over and introduced himself, and I thought he was just another one of Steve's ubiquitous raver friends. He actually turned out to be this funny bloke I talk to sometimes on Clubvibes. Apparently he and Steve go way back. Small world! He kept us cracking up for a while. Then I found another friend I made of Clubvibes, Jesse. I knew he'd be there but he made me not tell him if I was going so it'd be a surprise. Super nice guy he is. The place was half-empty till 11, and Digweed finally started around 11:15. His set's selection totally matched my taste--closer to house than trance, driving basslines, breakbeats, totally danceable. I didn't notice till he mentioned it, but whenever I was dancing, Steve was sitting, and vice versa. This is because he prefers dancing to rave-y trance-y melodic stuff, and I can't get my groove on without defined beats. My nose told me more people were probably stoned than drunk, and the waitresses seemed more agressive than usual trying to boost liquor sales.
Anyway, a great night; I should schedule more nights like these inbetween papers and finals~!

2002-11-17T03:57:00.000-08:00

Men's padded underwear, to give you the booty only black females in Snoop videos are supposed to have. I can just hear the wheels turning..."hmm shall I buy the colt pad or the stallion? yeeHAW." Feel free to comment which one you would choose and why.

Yeah I got that from this boy's website. It's pretty funny. I found it because I kept trying to go to ifrits blog, and other sites kept coming up instead. anywhoo.

2002-11-17T03:27:00.000-08:00

hi its 3 am and i'm wide awake after yakking on the phone. came across this article called Why Naomi Klein needs to grow up.

"In training her guns on free trade and big multinationals, Ms Klein is attacking the best means for reducing poverty and, for that matter, extending justice and a political voice to the world's poorest people. When companies, properly regulated and acting within the law, pursue profits, they end up increasing prosperity. This is not a theory but an easily observable fact."

While I don't completely agree the companies increase worldwide prosperity, I want to point out that many multinational companies we've come to hate do act within the law. They shouldn't be penalized for following the natural rhythms of the market.

"All these things can presumably be reconciled with the ambitious goals she would doubtless wish to see pursued in welfare spending, environmental protection and income redistribution—aims which, on the face of it, call for a high degree of centralisation and some reduction in the amount of autonomous space—but readers and listeners are never told how this contradiction might be resolved."

Naomi Klein doesn't point to a solution. Thats because there is no suitable one. If governments were to restict multinationals (ie. break them up, as in the case of Microsoft, or limit their revenue in some other way), we would be going the way of the centralised economy. And we've seen how well the centralised economy has worked in the past. Worst case scenerio: Nike captures 100% of the athletic footwear market. They diversify so that we also drink Nike drinks and blow our noses on Swoosh tissues. They merge with Microsoft so that when we start our computers, Michael Jordan gives us a little pep talk. Nike reps start running as candidates in the elections. We vote for them. (Yeah right, but I'm just taking this scenerio to the extreme to make my point). If they are to win votes, they will still need the sympathy of the people. There will always be checks and balances. Now lets do the worst case scenerio in the other direction: The US government loves Klein. They divide up Nike's headquarters and set a limit on the share of the market it can control. Reebok surpasses them. The government sets a limit on Reebok. L.A. Gear surpasses them. To be fair, the government regulates every shoe company. They can only export a certain amount. They can only capture a certain percentage of the local market. What will happen? Klein and Karl Marx both state that large capitalist companies like Nike can only exist when they are gaining income at an increasingly quick pace. Their net revenue, though massive, is very close to their net expenditures (think marketing prices, not production.) If they were limited, even a bit, by the government, they would completely collapse. The economy would experience an extreme collapse. Another depression. The highly regulated economy would not fit with the world market, and the US would just be another failed socialist country with a centrally planned economy.

2002-11-16T21:40:00.000-08:00

hey lookit, its....a website within a website!

2002-11-16T21:29:00.000-08:00

hey lookit, its my desktop!! beautiful, nay?

2002-11-15T18:21:00.000-08:00

oops loaded this paged by accident.
guess that means i have to post.

anyone voting in the by-elections or whatever they are?
i'm not! yay apathy. better no choice than wrong choice.

2002-11-15T11:22:00.000-08:00

man. i finally finished planning my presentation last night at 4:30 am, took a shower, set my alarm for 7:30. Of course, I turned off the alarm without remembering it or waking up, as I often do. Woke up 10 minutes before my bus came. I was afraid I would sit down to give the presentation but not be able to decipher my scandalous gibberish jotted down in the wee hours of the morning. Well, it actually went quite well and its the third and final presentation of this semester. Thank God.

I'm sitting here at Harbour Centre cuz I have an hour before lecture starts. I want to sleep but can't. ARG. I know, I'll describe the ppl around me. There is a big glass wall next to me, cuz this place is fancy shmancy. Beyond the glass is a guy typing on this cool silver laptop with white keys. He's waiting for our class too. Across from him is this guy all in black, slouched and sleeping. Its weird, this lab is usually filled but theres like nobody here. It's prolly not worth it sticking around for class. The prof will prolly show us a few clips from primetime shows, ask our opinions, and talk about either a) aboriginal rights b) gay rights c) biotechnology. Those are his passions. Even good profs are totally predictable by the end of semester. I gave him a good rating on rateyourprofessors.com .

I also wrote that I want to marry my grade 10 English teacher. Cuz I do. I should stalk him. But he's married. Mr. Len Lendvoy. He's also like, maybe 50 now. But he's mad cool. He always spent classes going on philosophical rampages, and insulting everyone. He turned every guys' name into a girly-sounding one. Sometimes he devoted a whole class to dissing someone. He had a moldy cup of coffee on his desk once. He offered an automatic "A" to anyone who would drink it. This boy started to. But then kind Lendvoy stopped him and laughed at the tragedy he'd just avoided. Man he was hilarious. He was good friends with Ward, the teacher next door. Sometimes, when Ward's class was doing a test, Ward would get bored and come a-visiting our class and take over Lendvoy's lecture. Ward was a little bald guy who threw chalk at ppl, and slapped them around too. When you walked by him, you had to duck to avoid getting bitchslapped. Heheheh. I said bitchslapped! Whatever bitchslapped means. Reminds me of catfights. I almost had Lendvoy for grade 12 too. But I had to transfer due to extenuating circumstances, to a bad English teacher. Lendvoy shocked me by informing me I was one of the only talented writers in his class and quoted a poem about a rose transplanted in a desert. I wonder if that was just a ploy not to transfer because I was just well-behaved in that class. NAH. I was the best damn student he had ever had. I like that theory. Ok now that I'm high on my little ego-cloud, its time to flutter down on my angel wings and get thee to class.

2002-11-14T11:03:00.000-08:00

its thursday. i'm skipping class to finish my essay that was due tues. hahahah!

last night i had the longest dream. i was in toronto. at a big convention at a mall. with a bunch of ppl from highschool. they had this indoor wavepool you could kayak in...not swim, just kayak. they had this waterslide thing for the kayaks too. you go up this conveyor belt and it shoots you down a small ramp so u feel like your on a rapid. i was the only one in the pool and when i got to the top of the ramp, the thing tried to shoot me down but my kayak flew out from under me and i was stuck sitting there. there was a lifeguard person on guard and he told me to jump off the ramp into the water and swim to shore, which i did.

then i took a plane to somewhere in the states. with my dog. but when i got there i didn't know where i was. i had forgotten to read the sign at the airport to see what state i was in. i was in the middle of nowhere, in this crappy subdivision by an interstate. i was walking around an abandoned house. at this house, the owner had altered the telephone pole in front to get more electicity out of it. there was one wire coming out for each of his 5 kids. in fact, there were little boxes on the telephone pole where the kids could live so they had a direct energy source. well it took me a while to realize this house was abandoned, and soon some punk kids started hanging around and scaring me. one punk girl strung bubble gum all around the house and i was so scared. we left and i found this middle aged guy and his son, who was some student of a tech institute. they took me inside and helped me figure out how to get back to canada. they said i was in minnesota, ohio and that it would take 45 minutes to get back to canada; there was a inter-country city bus that would go to burrard station. in reality, i was in washington or oregon. i kept saying don't u think we're in washington? and they were like, girrrrl you canadians dont know anything bout US geography!

anyway, they helped plan my route for an hour. i was starving and so was my dog. my dog jumped up on their couch, i dont think they liked that. eventually they kind of implied that i owed them coffee or icecream for their help so i said 'only if u ride the bus to canada with me' cuz i didn't want to get lost. so we did. and then i woke up.

2002-11-14T00:10:00.000-08:00

2002-11-11T22:43:00.000-08:00

roarrr! the fish has been speared in head! this long weekend i have written 3000 words not including references! thats the good news! the bad news is i still have to organize the paragraphs, decide what the heck my thesis is anyways (changed the thesis saturday, half-way through), and edit each sentence, as i wrote it off the top of my head, using jargon and other silly things that aren't supposed to be in term papers. the thing is, its due tomorrow morning, but we only get 1% off per day late. so there is NO SNOWBALL CHANCE IN HELL i'm going to be able to work on it diligently tonight. my body says c'mon type type type. my brain says who are you kidding, foo, you know you're gonna hand it in thursday! :|

sigh.

uhm. hem hem hem. what else?
my parents were suspiciously giddy this weekend. i think it has to do with the fact that they SHIPPED THEIR FIRST PHONICS KIT! To some principal up in Trail. They spent like, 10 hours packaging it. My mom doesn't think they have laminators up in Trail, and is worried the buyer won't be able to laminate the poster. hehehe! But yay, congrats to my parents! They've been working on this beast for two years now. If you need help with learning to read, order it and you get to see my talking head narrate as an added bonus. You'll keel yourself over laughing and that in itself may be worth the price.

I absolutely cannot wait to get out and dance soon. Its been way too long. :D :D Sometime in the next week or two. After papers and before finals. :) It will be fun. I have a keek azz clip of these Koreans doing the robot/liquiding and I have not SEEN such talent. (I've seen quite a few such clips). Amazing. I think I need to brush up on my skill a bit cuz a) as I said before, its been awhile b) I think I kind of dance like a raver whose e was swapped with shrooms (not that i know what this would be like).

PS. Melted feta cheese w/ sundried tomato & cilantro mmmmm r u feelin it?

2002-11-10T00:51:00.000-08:00

There are times in your life when you sense there is something about to happen........and at the same time it already has.

cool quote. trying to wrap my head around it.

its 12:45 and my dog is barking her head off like cuh-razy.

i'm trying to send myself off to sleep as its one day down two left to write my killer essay. got the references and about 500 words done today. about 1/5th there, minus editing.

*ok 2 minutes later.* turns out somebody had put a funnel in our mailslot and something was being dripped into our house. my brother heard it and ran downstairs but they took off. hence the dog barking like nuts.

okay, i'm out.

2002-11-09T23:37:00.000-08:00

so much to say, i need to glean out the important things.

here's one of the more important things, a recipe i made up this weekend:

mini bomb-alaska:
turn on your mini-oven to the max
scoop a hunk of vanilla icecream into a small glass bowl.
chop up some cookies (like oreo™) and coat the icecream all over with this as insulation
chop up 3 big marshmallows and put on top.
put in oven about 2 min. or until marshmallows about to catch fire.
eat!

it is very very very good :)

2002-11-09T23:20:00.000-08:00

No time to update, no time to update at all, still updating. I would like to talk about this girl in Alberta who put her newborn baby in a bag under a tree. Someone found it and she now has a maximum 2 year sentence. I think all is well and just. However the angst which people show towards mothers who abandon their babies seems overzealous when held up against the penalty for abortion: zilch! Who is to say that same baby with a heartbeat is a dead, inanimate object when it has not yet passed through the birth canal? Imagine, two seconds pre-delivery, it is legal to work wire coathanger magic. Two seconds later, the when the baby is out, it is illegal to deny it means to life.. including clearing its mouth, etc, let alone spearing it with a coat hanger. It makes no sense to me. The baby's location has nothing to do with it. Just because its inside the mother's body doesn't mean it is a wart-like growth on the mother that can be burned off at her discretion. And just because males do not bear children does not make the female's responsibility any less significant. The baby is so not 'yours.' Its an individual, separate life for which you are required to care.

Of course, this is the view of someone who has never been a young single mother. I do feel for young single mothers. Sometimes abortion seems very logical. However, I still dislike it.

I dislike those Pro-Abortion American Society (or some similar name) commercials. When I first saw one, I thought I was watching a spoof on Mad TV. The commercial featured a mother teaching her sweet little daughter to ride a bike. It was shot with those wonderful, slo-mo, weird camera angles and softening filters seen on life insurance commercials and such. A soft, knowlegeable voice slowly croons "You want her to have dreams, goals, freedom. When she grows up, you want her to have the same freedom of choice you do now. Pro-choice." Well instead of showing a little blonde girl riding a bike, they should have had....you guessed it! A distorted, bloody de-limbed fetus floating in a saline-filled jar placed securely on the banana-seat as the loving mother steadied the bike down the driveway...

^ oops that was a bit uhm...overkill...for lack of a better word.. :| egad.

2002-11-08T15:08:00.000-08:00

omg hurry go look at it b4 msn changes it. "use lots of emoticons" hahhaha!!! next up: how to propose via text messaging.

2002-11-07T20:36:00.000-08:00

isn't it amazing how a box of crackers has the words "Fins au ble" and "33% moins de matieres grasses" on the back? and its a law!

how we're at the top of the food chain; the most intelligent, capable species, yet we can't fly!

how a whole busload of human beings who could be meeting eachother, exchanging knowledge and making connections chooses instead to stare at the floor! who knows, maybe the person i'm sitting next to is my long lost half brother or is reading the same book as me, and i will never know cuz we both prefer to analyze that mr.big wrapper thats blowing around under the seats.

isn't it weird when you meet ppl you haven't seen for years and they haven't changed a bit and you still know them inside out? except that their lives have changed immensely.

more to come later

2002-11-06T18:52:00.000-08:00

You know the Pea how well?
Take the quiz:

The Quiz

2002-11-03T16:22:00.000-08:00

bak so soon? yes i am. 10 mintues have passed, time for a break.
i would like to teach you all the proper way to eat a bun.
1. take bun out of bag
2. take margerine out.
3. do NOT get a plate. saves washing it.
4. dip it in margerine, scoop out a glob. this saves washing a knife.
5. the glob is now only on one end.
6. this is easy to solve. lick off a bit of margerine on the end, then take a bite of the other end, so that you get margerine in each bite
7. continue. make sure you eat over sink to catch crumbs, if your mom is one of those clean freak types. yum! saves more time to post in blog too!

2002-11-03T16:07:00.000-08:00

hey hey hey! i'm just posting for the sake of posting! I'm actually doing an essay now, but its time for my regular 10 minute break (that I have every 5 minutes). I just read this awesome story called 'The Collector of Moments.' A kid's picture book, for one of the kids I tutor. The book totally expresses how my thought patterns work. Kind of erratic, yet they come together as a whole somehow. In the book, this mysterious painter paints a whole bunch of pictures but doesnt let the boy who lives downstairs to see them. when he goes away, the boy gets the key to the apartment and over the course of the summer, gets to see and think about all the paintings that have been intentionally left for him to look at. They are all fairly normal pictures, but there are one or two strange things in each picture, or something is left out. Each painting has a note attached at the bottom. The boy sees that it is for him to interpret; this is why the artist wouldn't let the boy see them when he was around. One painting for example is of a lighthouse. the bottom is covered in fog, so that you can't see the base of it. Standing in the lookout area are a few happy men, a hanging jack-o-lantern, and a horse, looking out at a tightrope that leads out of the picture. It can mean absolutely nothing, or everything, depending on how you look at it. The artist comes back only to move away, but then he mails one last picture to the boy; a picture that has the boy in it.

2002-10-31T17:30:00.000-08:00

I had such a blonde day. A blonde tutorial. Blondeness eminates from my pores. Sigh! >:(

Its only 5! The trick or treaters are out early this year!

I am getting so behind in my readings. Yada bla. I tell myself I'll read them on the bus, but then I end up standing, or feel naseous, or its a beautiful day, gotta look out the window! Then I tell myself I'll read them at night. But then I'm too hungry and *must* hang around the kitchen for 2 hours drooling because I can't possibly read smelling dinner cooking, and its a family sin to eat other food before Dinner. So then I start reading at...8, but then wow cool, someone msg'ed me on ICQ/MSN/email/CVmessaging and oh I must respond! So I start reading at 12 am. But damn too tired, I must get a good nights sleep so I can get up at 5am and read. 5 am comes...and like hah do I even need to explain that one? I am embarrassed to mention I have all of Wednesday off too, but I usually manage to fill it up doing little errands and surfing the net and reading the paper and tutoring and preparing for tutoring so that I've never actually done ANY work on wednesday thus far.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
Man oh man oh man.

2002-10-27T22:32:00.000-08:00

i am playing super mario 3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have not been so addicted to something since........since......something else that I'm addicted to that I can't think of now! Whee! It's so fun! So my weekend has consisted of: 1 hour of reading Ceaucescu. 1 hour of Mario. One hour of Ceaucescu. One of Mario. One of Ceaucescu (when will this book ever end?) and three of Mario. (Cuz I passed level one. And couldn't stop. Whoopie!) I think I've spent about 7 hours on this thing this weekend. :D

2002-10-26T00:07:00.000-07:00

this morning i knew it would be a great day when i got up, saw that it was foggy, felt like I hadn't gotten my 7 hours, and promptly went back to sleep, sacrificing tutorial. it seemed like last week half the class was missing. i bet its because they all hate how the t.a uses the hour to voice her own political views. so i am happy to contribute to the absense. after leiiiiisurely showering and actually !!eating breakfast!! (chicken and a banana), i hopped skipped and jumped down to waterfront and who do I meet getting off the same skytrain? my professor! turns out he had slept in too. (the cool prof that i've mentioned lots, who is maori and likes vintage). apparently his buddy had flown in the nite before and they had been working an indiginous-activist write-up all night. he mainly blinked groggily as I chirpily tried to make conversation. i noticed he was wearing a garish green jacket. half-way through the lecture, he went and put it on again, settling it in place with a cute shrug that made the class crack up. "I wore this jacket especially for this lecture," he says. "It's a loud colour, eh? I got it in New Zealand at this awesome vintage shop...called yada...yada yada...which has nothing to do with why I wore it today....the fact is, its a culture thing. This is my activist garb. Then, when I take it off [dramatic de-robing], poof! [dramatic gesturing] I am an instructor.[noble stance, palming imaginary torch of liberty]"

then, i headed off to meet an old friend and check out the condo for which he's scheduled a private open house. actually, its not a condo yet. its a square patch of land on the corner of davie and seymour, with shrubs, debris and barbed wire fences. legend has it that these west-end places sell out like Ikea Picasso prints in yuppie dens, making it wise to bid on yours while it is still quite transparent. Next, I got a delicious, nutritious monster-green slurpee with a twelve inch long straw. Then we toured Davie. We stopped at the "Little Sister's Bookstore," which is famous for fighting for legal rights to import gay books into Canada. There is a cute dog there. Then Yaletown sprung up and beckoned us with its gilded wonders. Urban Fare sucked us in, and forced candy in our hands. ($4/ 100 g truffles, to be exact). Anyway, I looked for the baguettes i heard are flown in fresh from France each day but didn't have much luck finding them. The entire store is extremely yuppie. The truffles are labeled 'trufflez.' (groan). When you pay for your food, you line up in a single line, and the cashiers are more like bank tellers with little flashing lights telling you when its your turn to be ganked of your benjamins.

then i went and bought this CD.

I don't like it. I bought it cuz it had little games in it:

so if you would like a nice cute hard house CD for the low low price of $59.99 (ignore price sticker on it, i put that there to fool you!), message me and perhaps something can be arranged.

and um, yeah, not much else to say.

2002-10-24T20:48:00.000-07:00

sigh.
i am beating myself up.
my last diary (not blog) entry has much bad words of angst in it.
there is someone whom i am interested in.
i see him 15 minutes each week (45 if i'm lucky)
and i keep fucking screwing things up and missing my fucking chance.
fuck!
arrrrrg
i really don't know how i can bring this torture upon myself waiting yet another long week to go by until another chance comes...

2002-10-21T22:24:00.000-07:00

so like, japan's like, so popular these days n such. well! i KNOW of someone who is there! i can be cool too!
here, look:

A|ex says:
japan has so far been:
.™ says:
k.i.s.s.
.™ says:
good good and good?
.™ says:
good.
.™ says:
glad to hear.
.™ says:
wait...theres more?!
A|ex says:
cute, traditional, high tech, conjested, cute, sewage, humid, hot, cold, artificial, rice, cute, ugly foreign boys with hot japanese chicks, amazing fall colours...
.™ says:
wowww
.™ says:
i'm posting that in my blog.

.......oh wait, theres more.....

A|ex says:
fucking idiot behind me wont stop slurping his coffee
A|ex says:
it`s very annoying
A|ex says:
*sssllllllluuuurrrrppppppp ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
A|ex says:
that`s all i keep hearing behind me
A|ex says:
i am going to fucking lose it and throw this keyboard at his face

2002-10-20T16:56:00.000-07:00

001. favorite color: aquamarine blue.
002. favorite drinks: creme brule ricotta, papaya juice.
003. favorite computer accessory: my 6" sub.
004. favorite cookie: chewy oatmeal chocolate chip.
005. favorite author: don't have one.
006. favorite beatle: i like Sean Lennon, John's son.
007. favorite way of getting caffeinated: any of those frilly, sweet specialty starbucks coffees.
008. favorite chipmunk: don't know them well enough.
009. favorite ice cream: maple walnut, bubble gum, butter pecan.
010. favorite lover: the lover i don't have to love ;).
011. do you believe in love at first sight: yes. well atleast spawning from first sight.
012. do you wash your hands after you go to the bathroom: every fifth time, if i remember the sequence ;).
013. do you put empty cartons back in the fridge: no. my brother did it!
014. do you do things you know you shouldn't: mos def.
015. do you take responsibility: i hope so.
016. do you have someone else's underwear: i doubt it.
017. do you associate with people you don't even like: yes.
018. do you have any psychological disorders: hee hee.
019. do you drink diet soda: i don't like soda.
020. do you kiss on the first date: no but yes.
021. have you masturbated in front of someone not your lover: !!.
022. have you broken the law: i put the wrong tags on the wrong bags of bulk foods at safeway.
023. have you had one too many to drink: yeth. i''' me#an nO!!#%!
024. have you backed into something: people, cars, trees, you name it.
025. have you graduated high school: a piece of paper told me so.
026. have you bitten someone until they bled: ew no.
027. have you ever stolen a street sign: noooooo. what do u think i am, a hooligan?! people who steal traffic lights are even worser and should be forced to do 100 push ups over a pic of rod stewart.
028. have you ever been kissed: yes.
029. have you ever been in a food fight: minor ones.
030. have you ever sucked helium: no.
031. what are you not doing: dancing.
031. what are you talking about: what are YOU talking about!!?
032. what are you wearing: black trackpants that i stole from a family member, grey turtleneck.
033. what are you craving: some really really good trance turned up way loud. and a brown leather jacket.
034. what are you lusting: a cheap brown leather jacket; my essay to do itself.
035. what are you lacking: a nice SLR camera.
036. what are you going to do after this: go see if my essay is doing itself.
037. what are you dependent on: my family, being able to think to myself.
038. what are you hoping: for a certain someone to call. 8)
039. what are you reading: 'memoirs of a geisha'. also the first page of 'ishmael' and the first 50 pages of 'kiss the hand you cannot bite,' about a dictator of romania
040. what are you listening to: schiller or something.
041. last movie you saw: probably the professional.
042. last person you touched: my mom.
043. last person you yelled at: must have been my mom.
044. last time you got pissed: this morning. well not pissed, just annoyed.
045. last person you told you loved: i don't remember.
046. last thing you drank: fresh H double 1 --oh, baby.
047. last year, what were you for halloween: ummm err uhh i think me.
048. last year, you were: hiking in burns bog around this time.
049. last time you were on the phone: an hour ago, with mr. david.
050. last song you heard: theres something now but is playing in my brothers user and i dont want to log off mine to find out what it is.
051. do you want to get married / divorce: gee i dunno. divorce sounds good cuz then i could wiesel out some property that belonged to ex-hubby's in my court settlement.
052. do you want to have children: yes.
053. do you want to tell certain people off: nah.
054. do you want to go outside: too cold. maybe i put my heater on extension cord.
055. do you want to be somewhere else: yes.
056. do you want to be someone else: hmm. i want certain parts of other's lives, but i actually like being me. *barney dance*
057. do you want to be famous: no, i'd rather be happy. and maybe famous as a side result.
058. do you want to go for a walk: i walk/hike/jog quite a lot actually.
059. do you want to hug anyone: sure!! hugs rock. i squeeze hard if necessary.
060. do you want to make a difference: yes.
061. how do you feel about PDA: ?. Peaceful Dodo Anullment?
062. how do you feel about the other PDA: ?.
063. how do you feel about alternative lifestyles: i love 'em.
064. how do you feel about president bush: i haven't heard any of his speeches cuz i don't watch TV but i feel he's not an evil guy; just mislead at times.
065. how do you feel about birth control: good.
066. how do you feel about abusive relationships: not good.
067. how do you feel about the internet: good.
068. how do you feel about your family: they're not bad.
069. how do you feel about your friends: they're all very different from each other.
070. how do you feel about polygamy: ugh.
071. do you like jelly beans: not the popcorn flavored ones.
072. do you like it when it rains: NO. unless it rains HARD.
073. do you like to drive: highway driving.
074. do you like to eat out: yes. viet.
075. do you like being home: just my room. and the computer room. hee.
076. do you like the people (or animals) you live with: yes.
077. do you like emo: yes.
078. do you like microsoft: i like their products.
079. do you like your name: yes.
080. do you like the person you ganked this from: yes.
081. worst musical artist: don't want to pollute my blog with her name. she's blonde though.
082. worst feeling in the world: depression.
083. worst color combination: i really like clashing colours. yum.
084. worst texture: grating stubble or carpet burn.
085. worst taste to burp: greasy chinese food.
086. worst thing about people: they never show their real selves.
087. worst thing about outer space: it doesnt support human life.
088. worst element on the periodic table: Gold. Promotes greed. heh i dont know!
089. worst disease / infection to get: They all have their bad qualities. AIDS.
090. worst position to sleep in: on the stomach.
091. you are: procrastinating.
092. you are: looking outside at the golden sunshine.
093: you are: sitting cross-legged.
094. you are: excited about seeing digweed soon.
095. you are: hungry. as usual.
096. you are: wishing for independence. and a good job.
097. you are: eager to get back to reading all my cool books.
098. you are: age 20. not too old, not too young.
099. you are: going to take advantage of that.
100. you are: going to post and publish this.

Thursday, October 17

2002-10-15T16:16:00.000-07:00

heres some pix of the hike. i'm in the green shorts. can you find the one where i'm being whupped by a snowball?

2002-10-11T15:30:00.000-07:00

another awesome class downtown. we watched documentaries on drag queens in vancouver. even better than last week's singles in vancouver clip where this guy...heh nevermind. i bought this internal frame backpack at a pawn shop on west hastings. it looks kinda like this. it was $69 and i asked for $25 but took it for $50 cuz i'm kinda desperate (gonna use it tomorrow). hope i didn't pay too much...

** oh yes, tonight is girls night in, with part of the old highschool clan. (clique)

2002-10-10T21:52:00.000-07:00

this is like, the first thing i thought of when i read about the maryland sniper. (it is also what i think of in general, cuz its such a dang good flick!) like, half the reason we love natalie portman's character so much is cuz she has the balls to kill unsuspecting strangers. but when its in real life, "This motherfucker needs to found and SERIOUSLY punished because he is SICK." (quote from her oct 7th entry). yes i know there is a (supposedly) thick black line between movies and real life, but in a sense, if this maryland sniper turns out to be a 13 yr old girl, might she be glorified even slightly? and if thats the case, i can see how anyone, even a hairy grotesque male might be glorified for the same sniping and killing. i have double standards.

2002-10-10T20:48:00.000-07:00

:D~

2002-10-10T18:51:00.000-07:00

la bla! signed up for another hiking trip! its overnight, heated cabins. muha! so brave am i. i might cancel tho if i feel like doing my papers/midterm studying. but prolly not.

today was like, funny and stuff. at the doctors, this guy was indoctrinating his 5 yr old son with politics. "bush is cuckoo. a fruitcake. a flippin fruitcake." the son: "fwootcake? i'm hungwy, dad." Dad: "maybe the receptionist'll share her lunch with you." then i when i got on the bus, the driver was madly waving his hands and reminiscing about some time he got kicked out of a bar. he was talking to this beefy roid monkey guy in short shorts and a tank top (note: it was like -40 degrees today), but I think the whole bus was listening to his stories. So anyway, he cruises right past this girl's stop and she's like "excuse me!!" but he doesn't hear cuz he's into part two: when he and his buddies got kicked out of a Hollywood bar. (ooh + ahh) But the whole bus, including her, is cracking up and he doesn't even notice, doesn't shut up till we get to the skytrain.

And THEN I went to PoliSci tutorial, and my t/a is freaking hilarious. So politically incorrect. This cute little asian first year guy, who's always worried about whether he'll do well, was asking (as usual) some lengthy question about the midterm. Mr. t/a is staring at him with a far-away look, then suddenly says "THATS A COOL HAT!!! and little asn boy's like uh thanks. HEheh. Okay maybe not funny now, but it was then. trusht me! >:)

And thennnnn I was talking to someone in that same class about communications classes. (cmns). He said there was this one cmns prof (at SFU!) who told the class "yeah, i also have other interests besides this class, but I can't really talk about them here. If you want, you can see me and I'd be happy help you out." So this one girl was like uhh right and typed in the prof's name in a search engine, and came up with this BDSM/dominatrix page, with a picture of the prof (who is this older woman) in full regalia, whip in hand. BWAAAAAAHAHAH HA AHAH AHA AHAHA HA HAHAHA HA!!! Ahh that just made my day.

2002-10-09T19:49:00.000-07:00

I started tutoring again today! My shift manager Duncan called and said I could just quit work today, instead of in two weeks. Cuz they're starting up this new system where the servers carry a float and give change, and it would be pointless to train me for just two weeks. That was one of the reasons I left. I'll miss quite a few ppl from there :( But anyways, tutoring was a blast, I think I'm gonna take over my mom's customer base, or at least as many students she'll let me have :D rawr.

A news clip made me think of this guy I used to chat with on ICQ in like, tenth grade. He called himself "Wolf" and he was this tiny drug dealer with long hair that lived in his parent's basement suite in South Carolina. He told me how in the drug community, people would find the whereabouts of ppl's stashes and raid them. Then those ppl would seek revenge and steal THEIR crap. Then those ppl would go out and try to kill the other ppl. But nobody could report to the police of course, because they were all linked to drugs somehow. He said that his parents knew about all the drugs in his room, and his crackhead ex-buddies had once ransacked the whole house. I asked him if he ever killed anyone and he never told me, always said 'what if you're an undercover cop? i have to watch my back!' He said he had a lot of enemies and could be taken out at any time. This one night, I was pulling an all-niter essay thing, and left my computer on and fell asleep. And he sent like 50 gazillion funny messages, which I found in the morning. And then he never came online again.

2002-10-06T01:14:00.000-07:00

wow, finally i get a chance to use the computer!!

i was starting to get blogger withdrawal! friday was a fak kuhl day. was hoping to do something w/ my old buddy steve, but he was all partied out from sasha the night before. it was my first friday off work for like, forever, so i decided to spend the day exploring. walked from gastown over to stanley park, then decided there wasn't really anything i wanted to see there. so walked over to pacific centre and skytrained it to commercial drive. i've been hearing a lot of commercial drive this commercial drive that lately, so i thought hey lets check it out! There's lots of weirdos on Commercial. I walked all the way to first ave. Found a nice used book store. The owner seemed really nice, listening to classical music and reading by the door. A little out of place amidst the bums and freaks. (note: freaks = not necessarily bad). Then I found this cool dollar store. Bought my mom a b-day card for $1 (it says $2.99 on the back. Muhahahah! shh.) and some other cool little things. Then I went to this organic produce store and bought 2 mangos for a dollar each (wow!), a cabbage for $1.29 and some little apples I thought would roxxor, but they taste mushy. The chinese ladies who worked in the store kept pushing these two big carts around that blocked the aisles. One would push a cart up my aisle, chasing me down to the end, then I'd turn around and walk up another aisle, and her sister would block off that aisle. It took me like 5 tries to get to the cabbage in the corner. It was like pacman in real life! Then I came home. Day-um is the skytrain ever packed at 4:30 at Commercial. I had to miss the first train! When I got on the second...well...I had to hold onto the door. Then a little while later I found a pole, but this lady's head was under my arm and I kept bumping her with my elbow. Bump bump bump. And this lady behind me kept poking me in the back. Poke poke poke. Poke punch poke. I turn around. "I am taking off my jacket," she declares. I nod solemnly. Poke. Then I came home and made this mosdef radical chicken salad with the cabbage, for my dear family, who gobbled it up like the turk...hungry people they are.

Then of course, tonight was a great night at work. The tips rolled in ($9 on a $50 cheque? I felt GUILTY taking the money!) and the customers seemed the nicest ever. Of course this must always happen on the night I resign. Thats right, folks!!! I HAVE RESIGNED! *happy roar* I am not a server! I am simply Jocelle the person! Jocelle the unemployed yet gleeful young soul. Ok shall I go before someone calls asylum anonymous...
:) *ribbit*

2002-10-01T23:38:00.000-07:00

MAN> this artgrrl's blog is like the best ever! Is she real? A rocking site, cool art, cool digital pics, and she listens to cool music (I downloaded some of this Bright Eyes stuff she seems crazy over, and its good stuff! It's emo-rock, which I never even knew existed till now. Their one song "Lover I don't have to Love" is like dipping your head in a vat of caramel.).... hmm what else? OH she shops at thrift stores and has good taste in shoes. And chills at the beach with friends that look like they're from some idyllic commercial advertising a jeep or sunny delight. like, wow. oh the best thing is that the way she views things is really fresh. was getting a bit tired of jaded, bitter bloggers (like meeeeee! hehe). i'm getting closer to wanting to design my site from scratch, thanks to this motivation!

but..lf i actually took the time to design a site in dreamweaver or sumpin sumpin, and found a host, etc, then i'd have less time to surf around at other ppl's blogs :(
it will be a tough call!!

2002-10-01T18:08:00.000-07:00

i want to activate my new visa
but when i do this, i want to find out if i'm eligible for visa II, so they don't needlessly activate this visa.
to be eligible for visa II i need to have a signature plus account or something
to find out if i have a signature plus account, i can't use phone banking, but i can prolly use online
to use online, i have to sign up for it
to sign up for it, i need to know my account number
to find out my account number, i need to call the bank
when i call the bank, they will probably ask what the last thing i purchased with my debit card was.
i forgot.
to find out what the last thing i bought will be, i will need to buy something with my debit card.
to buy something with my debit card i need a car.
i will also have to think of a cheap frivolous item to buy.
so......i guess to activate my new visa, i have to buy something?
had to write that out to make sense of it.

-----------------
heh..
pt. 2:
to get a car i need to have credit
to have credit i need to get a visa
i got a visa, but its not activated.
thus, to get a visa, i need a visa!
muha.

2002-09-29T20:37:00.000-07:00

Just got back from a successful 'Black Tusk' hike! It was a much faster pace then the last two times I've done it. This Australian girl and I couldn't keep up with the all-guy pack, so we just went as far as Garibaldi Lake, took some pictures, then went back down. Good thing; it started pouring before we got back, leaving us drenched to the skin. We didn't want to wait around for 3+ hours in the rain, so we found a ride back to Vancouver with two cute, friendly west-end boys who listened to Radiohead (+point!). Took the bus from Granville to SFU to pick up my car (after spending WAY too much time trying to figure out what the 'west coast express' was...geesh..vancouver, your transit maps suck!) and now I should start my essay due tomorrow morning :(

2002-09-28T02:17:00.000-07:00

holy! the post down at the bottom...of this..regarding this girl's day at work, strikes a familiar chord..

2002-09-28T00:09:00.000-07:00

work is a madhouse. period. fullstop. i'm not even gonna talk about it cuz a) i need to deceive myself that i'm not actually going back there tomorrow night and b) my faithful readers would'nt believe it anyway cuz its just so off the hook. And then i'd have to give them personalized noogies and wedgies.

So instead I will listen to some Sade and cook some soup.

I feel like being quasi-deep and introspective now.
I think I'm really hard on myself. Like, I think I'm my biggest critic. I'm obsessed with improving myself in every way.. heath-wise, academically, spiritually, everything. I've always had this underlying type-A personality, since gradeschool. I remember in grade 4 not going to Pioneers Club on many monday nights, because I had 'homework' to do. My friend Nicci was always pissed off because she was in the same class and we were always kinda competing, so it made her feel negligent regarding this 'homework.' In reality, I only thought I had homework; if I didn't find anything to do, I'd just clean out my backpack. I'm not so bad now, I've learned how to be lazy. Ohhh yes, procrastination is my friend. (In fact, extreme procrastination can be an alternative to facing failure.) But I'm still hard on myself. Like when I see where I want to be, and where I currently am...ma-an! It's so depressing!
(by the way, I'm listening to a Salt Tank remix of Duran Duran's Girls on Film now...swooon...its so fine! Get it!)
So yeah. I think the real problem is, I don't know the paths to get to where I want to be. And when I sometimes do know the path, or atleast think I do, I lack endurance. Cryptic? Meh, whatever.
And that leads me to wonder, what if you go through all of life never really improving yourself? Just being like a lackadaisical jellyfish riding the tide. Or worse, if you allow yourself to 'grow backwards' in certain ways. (I know of ppl this has happened to before, ask if you want some grim anecdotal evidence). Isn't that such a waste of life?! Its just...incomprehensible..

Sigh. (Listening to Max Graham's Shoreline.. always a good classic to re-download)

2002-09-26T19:37:00.000-07:00

I took the wrong bus home and ended up at the PNE. Then I got off and took a scenic route thru uh..somewhere in Vancouver. I think I'm crazy.... I just signed up for this 10 hour hike up to Black Tusk. I've done it before, but as a 2-night trip. And I just blew $50 buying Imaginus posters. $50 that i don't really have. Sigh!

2002-09-26T01:39:00.000-07:00

haha i love posting msn convos.....

so my friend josh lives in the yr 2029!!!!!!!!!! so i interviewed him what things are like then!!!!! heres some snippets of the convo:

joe! sell! says:
wow, what is it like then? do tell?
joe! sell! says:
does your bike fly in the sky?
J says:
it's amazing..
J says:
no!!!! that would totally defeat the purpose!!! lol
joe! sell! says:
ahahahahah
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joe! sell! says:
what? does the US own all the earth now/
J says:
but it looks to be a short lived one... most countries (us included) are backing out on supporting the US anti terrorism war (yes.. it's still going on) the world felt it was a little rediculous that they wanted to bomb australia.. something about jellyfish bombs or somesuch
joe! sell! says:
wow.
J says:
they still think they are the worlds saviours.. even after the war crimes tribunal over that genocide thing
joe! sell! says:
well atleast they stopped bombing canada when it refused to sign over its molson canadian breweries to Bill Gates in 2014
J says:
haha.. well.. that whole thing about germany getting pissed at them for damaging the granville island breweries put a stop to that
J says:
of course.. us, being canadians, got them back.. we burned down the white house again lol
joe! sell! says:
LOL
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J says:
the americans might be doing it.. who knows what they're doing any more.. area 51 has expanded to cover most of the state of nevada
J says:
A canadian spy plane was flying not far from there and they were almost shot down..
J says:
we actually have a fairly impressive military.. after that whole brewery thing.. we realyl beefed up our army...
J says:
funny how they "accidentally" shoot four of our soldiers.. but we don't *really* get mad till they try to take away our beer
joe! sell! says:
go canada! *bows to the leaf*
joe! sell! says:
oh yeah, we turned out to be facist right
J says:
no, but they US is tredding a fine line
joe! sell! says:
jean chretien was re-elected when he was 120 yrs old
J says:
lol
J says:
yeah.. but he was saddly assasinated three hours later.. they shot his oxegyn tank
joe! sell! says:
hehehe
J says:
it was so sad.. they had troubles finding his body (it was a really big tank)
joe! sell! says:
he was IN the tank?
J says:
haha.. no.. the pressure would have squished him like abug
joe! sell! says:
oh so he dragged it around
joe! sell! says:
i see
J says:
no.. he had a servant carry it around.. one of the guys he beat up in his first term if i'm not mistaken
joe! sell! says:
the same one that waved the leaves to cool him down on hot summer days, eh
J says:
*nods*
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at this point my time machine parking pass ran out and i didnt have a quarter on me :(

2002-09-25T23:42:00.000-07:00

yeah i know that msn stuff was really hard to read, sorry.

anyway, i always think of profound things to post when i'm drifting off to sleep; trying to think of some now but they allude me. Is that the right word? Yeah, I think it is.

My Hungarian friend wrote me! Yay! In French, because that is the language we can communicate best in. It's kind of a shame that French is Canada's second official language and she speaks it 10x better than do I. She moved downt to Budapest. Yes yes, as the tides are pulled by the moon, so youths must migrate to the big city..

2002-09-25T23:28:00.000-07:00

It's 11 pm. I haven't really done any work today, just faxed off one measly resume. I really dressed it up tho. Funny how the right adjectives can seem to add on a few years more experience.

So yes, um, this might be common knowledge now, however..
I had this pickin weird dream last night. being lazy as i am, here it is in msn form...

how can i be so skinny and live so phat? says:
what u dream
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
that i was chasing a killer
how can i be so skinny and live so phat? says:
crazy
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
end scene: i am on the skytrain
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
everyone exits the car
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
i see him outside, he doesnt see me
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
he gets on
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
i hide under a blanket
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
he reaches to take the blanket off
how can i be so skinny and live so phat? says:
!
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
at this point i am semi-awake but i can't totally wake up and trying (for real) to scream but i cant
how can i be so skinny and live so phat? says:
weird
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
so i just growl
how can i be so skinny and live so phat? says:
hah
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
then i fully wake up
how can i be so skinny and live so phat? says:
!
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
and i DO have the blankets over my head
ha my name is changed; u have no clue who i am! says:
freak ass. like a dream come to reality

2002-09-23T22:20:00.000-07:00

i promised fuzzswirl i'd post some eye candy i found while surfing so scroll to the fourth and fifth pics from the bottom here and check out here (scroll to bottom). whew! that last one took forever to find, but i knew it was there! and third pic down, just in case his hotness hasn't been engraved in your retinas yet.

addendum:
something smells like sulphur outside. its past midnight; who would be burning sulphur right now? who burns sulphur at any hour?

2002-09-23T21:35:00.000-07:00

AHAHAAHAHAH!! HAHAHA! HGAHAHAH! HA

(if u don't get it, it was about this)

2002-09-22T19:30:00.000-07:00

holy freaking crap! bush wants to send 16 of these to go kill saddam.

2002-09-22T01:31:00.000-07:00

i spent a few hrs today down at boundary bay exposing some kodak. or was it fuji? took my dog, jumped in the car, and just drove around some backroads till i found the dike. there's this wide expanse of grassy land between the dike and the water, filled with bushes and driftwood. i spent a lot of time lying on the ground, trying to get just the right shots. it turned out to be the perfect photo spot. some of the plants were just astounding. there was this patch of plants that looked like skinny brown aliens, set off by mt baker in the background. i snapped some ladybugs having sex, but i think it will come out blurry, as my zoom doesn't zoom in far enough.

at work, i was pleasantly surprised when i found out that one of the (arguably) best server-cum-bartender-cum-managers admitted (off the record) she hates working there, and dislikes working with people in general. my sentiments exactly! except, i would never expect that from her because she's always so competant with everything she does there, and appears to enjoy it...

and... that flu thats going around... it seems a lot of ppl are falling prey to it.. apparently its some new strain of virus from the uk, and it takes an unusually long time to wear off (some say 3 weeks..)
i have a hunch i might be getting it..

addendum:
arg. i left the date feature on when i took the pics. I HATE THE DATE FEATURE! date features are for minivan-driving families who take multiple shots of ppl's heads against bright windows. arg.

2002-09-19T20:08:00.000-07:00

I walked into a washroom at school today and cut off a girl by accident. I said sorry and she smiled. Then, waiting in line, she was like, hey did u go to the convocation today? and i was like, YEAH BABY FREE POPCORN!!! did u? and she said yes. then after, i was at the sink and she comes up and is like, "my, you're fast!!" i couldn't think of anything to say to that. i guess i have good peeing technique? anyways, usually i'm not too friendly to strangers, but today i was curious where these sociable strangers come from. so i pretended i knew her from somewhere but couldn't place exactly where. oh no, she said, i just say hi to everyone...what major are you, i'm in kines! so case solved. there are some ppl out there who say hi to everyone!!

yo.

^_^

2002-09-19T16:55:00.000-07:00

YAY the oral prezzie went fantezzie! It was short yet packed full of powerful punches. Punches that spoke of Bouchard propaganda.

It is sunny!

I am happy.

See Spot run!

2002-09-18T22:48:00.000-07:00

hey blokes and she-ra's! i just wanna make a post that will push down my bitter angry waitress post. i'm sure there will be more in the future so i need to push it down to make room.

so now i need to say something!

my dog sends you wet arm licks. they're not gooey or anything, and hardly even wet so don't worry. and she's pretty clean.

i put some smelly soap in my drawer so now this shirt smells like it. i also put in some of those 'take a shower with just a tissue' tissues, but they dried up and the powder started to fly everywhere. now when i wear those sweaters everyone sneezes.

tomorrow i'm doing an oral prezzie on bouchard. Lets rephrase that. i'm doing an oral presentation regarding a speech that bouchard made. i just practiced on my adoring family. two fell asleep and the other said it was way too wordy. then the first two woke up and agreed.

*moof* S(_" ; "_)3

2002-09-14T23:37:00.000-07:00

well first, some corrections to the last post:
the vintage shop is called deluxe junk, not divine junk
and the article wasn't about macaulay, it was about his younger brother (who apparently is a much better actor), and it was called 'culkin goes up' not grows up.
sheesh! all these half-truths u ppl are forced to read on my blog!

warning-->the following is a petty, belaboured gripe as seen from beneath the lashes of an occasionally angsty suburbanite post-teen, and should be taken with a dash of calamine

Next i want to say that some people really have issues, namely customers that eat at at a certain restaurant. don't get me wrong, i'm not a bitter, angry person (atleast my dog doesn't think so), but blogs are just a good place to stow all that pent up emotion that has nowhere else to go. Alors, riight now, I'm letting the inner dragon out!!!!!!

So this couple, age 50ish, orders 2 double caesars and two large entrees. The lady says she'll have whatever side dish her husband is having, as long as its not fries, and we laugh heartily at her dance with fate. (ho ho ha ha). Then i punch in their order. magda, who is just one girl working at the bar, cannot make the huge drinks instantaneously. the kitchen, on the other hand, has the meals done in record time. so someone brings the meals out first. unbeknownst to me, the couple is now looking for their drinks. they don't appreciate the record time in which their meals have arrived, they only care that their drinks are not there first!!! i cannot hang around the bar all day to see if their drinks have been made, so 5 minutes later i go back, and someone has taken them out for me. they finish their meals (after complaining about the drinks, whereupon i apologize and take full responsibility for the error). they look content munching away for the rest of their meals so i leave them alone. until they finish. their plates are licked clean, save for the big pile of bare rib bones. i ask how their meal was, whereupon the man replies "it was horrible!!!" Thinking he was joking, as many older men like to do with waitresses, I said (with exaggerated mock concern) "horrible? oh my goodness! how could that be? i better do something about it!" No, he insists, "This was the worst meal I've ever eaten. A very bad experience this time here. Our drinks were late, and the fingerbowls were cold!"

Ok time out here. How many restaurants do you know serve fingerbowls with lemon? This is pure luxury we're talking about here, not a food poisoning issue. Secondly, the fingerbowls have a tiny amount of hot water in them, in which we place an icecube so the guest does not burn his delicate digits. If one waits long enough, the ice cube will naturally melt, causing the water to lose its heat. Some people seem not to know this.

So end of story, I ask them if they would like anything, anything at all! Free dessert? Coupons? No. They are too busy playing the role of Embittered Customer to notice the free dessert opportunity dangling in front of their nose. (People of this genre also seem to crave power. They feel that if they can complain convincingly enough to the manager, perhaps they can get their server in trouble, thus eliminating some evil in this unfair world. Though my managers are usually pretty good about complaints, it angers me to know that customers would willingly potentially endanger a server's job by waging over their head an insignificant matter. do i make sense?).

The point is this. I really like serving immigrants. When I see Chinese, Filipino, Middle Eastern, Black and East Indian people sitting at the table, I am overjoyed, because I know they will be relatively complacent with what they get. They will also be polite and considerate. When I see white people, I am wary, because I know I could be in for a trip. The most disagreeable customers are often white people who have grown up here, lived here all their lives, and will most likely die here. They seem to have grown used to asserting their rights when it comes to petty matters such as fingerbowls. The Muslim customer, on the other hand, (I had some tonight too--big contrast to the first couple) is happy to have been able to immigrate to Canada, where she will not be stoned for touching a man in public. The Chinese customer is grateful to be here in a democratic country, while her parents are far away in Communist China. Please, white Surrey citizens, observe and learn! Emerge from your egocentric shells! As a politically correct sidenote, it is not a person's ethnicity per se that makes him a horrible customer/person to be around. It is whether he chooses to act according to his own standards, or relent to those belonging to the society of which he is a part. Often, non-white persons who have lived here for a long time can develop disturbing personality problems.

Next (and you thought I was done!) I am concerned and annoyed with the prostitution problem in Surrey. Every day as I drive along King George Hwy to work, I see the prostitutes doing their thing. They are out darting across the highway during rush hour, and still out 'hitchhiking' at 11 when I drive home. I understand why the police can't pick them up and charge them or remove them. They would only move to another city and continue their job. Also, we apparently do not have enough rehab centres. I know this issue has been around for a long time, with Surrey mothers complaining their children are playing with condoms and needles they find in their flowerbeds and sidewalks. I wouldn't complain if I saw the odd hooker once in a while, but the amount I see is insane. Yesterday I took the bus to work. The bus couldn't even pull into one busstop because a car was there, with a hooker negotiating a deal, trying to pretend that there wasn't a whole busload of people watching her. Do we really need new ticket dispensing machines at every skytrain station that take debit cards and paper instead of just coins, when there is a horde of middle-aged women high on cocaine/heroin each day, walking King George Highway with no hope of rehabilitation ever?

Yes, I know it won't solve anything if I just rant here in my blog. I don't intend to write some whiny letter to the editor of a local paper either. I do, however, want to find some more information about what is being/has been done about the problem. If anyone knows anything about the whole dynamic of hooker elimination, specifically in Surrey, please let me know.

2002-09-13T15:16:00.000-07:00

--what i learned in school today--

there is a vintage clothing shop a few blocks down from harbour centre, called divine junk or sthg like zat. thanks, prof, for emptying my wallet! well not today, but maybe oct 11, when this really cool shirt gets a 30% disc. (mr. prof, btw, was wearing a ~hella kuhl~ shirt from said store)

macaulay caulkin grows up? (some title from some article about him starring in a new movie). didn't he already 'grow up' when he got married to that chik i forget her name at like age 17? I know I know, there are many immature married couples and divorcees. But in the rough sense of the phrase, aren't we fairly 'grown up' already if we even consider marriage?

??!!!??!*_*!?~

2002-09-12T17:01:00.000-07:00

hello deer luvs. i would like 2 say that every1 who reads this is very speshal. yes u are. have a nice day!! @_@

2002-09-10T19:41:00.000-07:00

i went to skewl today.
do you know how long the line up for the bus was at production station? FOUR HUNDRED PEOPLE LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do you know how many people a bus holds? one hundred people, squished!

2002-09-10T19:30:00.000-07:00

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formidifications endful doom
wellingforreston shanterbury
semiquasatic aquiesctumble
synergy
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2002-09-10T17:29:00.000-07:00

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2002-09-10T17:20:00.000-07:00

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2002-09-09T21:07:00.000-07:00

mm yah sorry for the lack of updates, if anyone still reads this (hi david, hi moe, how are you). i am busy trying to make for myself a well-rounded life. today i pumped iron for an hour and went jogging for an hour. i didn't know how to use all the machines and was too intimidated to ask any jocks nearby for help. one machine, i was playing around with it, and cranked the weight around and my arms were so weak from pumping beforehand that the thing unwound and propelled me right off the..uh...platform (see what i mean? don't even know what these things are called).
i went to this cool class today......media analysis...the prof was SO freaking funny, in an intelligent way. i didn't get half his jokes but the ones i got were damnnnnnn funny. ok well maybe not that funny, perhaps it was just because i am the 51st person on the waitlist for that class and it looks like i wont get in. whats up with that? me, a third year student, and i can't get into a third year class; in fact, i'm taking two first years and a second year class. arg. kthxbye!

oh ps. i am going to go check out some amateur theatre! either see seven or united players........

2002-09-07T23:31:00.000-07:00

Friday was rockin. Class at Harbour Centre. Prof's a native New Zealander. "If you ever decide to go down there," says he to the class, "gimme a shout and you can stay with my family. Students have done that in the past." In walks his friend from grad school. "She has an awesome apartment," exclaims he. "Can we stay there too?" asks someone.

Night comes. Scene: infront of some movie theatre; the crowds have gone home. Cast: some young crazies. Includes Andy (height = ~ 6.4") and Dave (~ 5.8"). Talk soon turns to how high can one jump. "I bet I can jump over you," Dave says to me. "Let's see," I say. Spectators move far away. Dave backs up to gain running start. I change my mind. Andy takes my place, brave soul. Dave jumps over Andy. He has too much forward momentum, nosedives into asphalt. But not until he clears Andy's head. (No one was seriously hurt).

My hair = black. The box said "Do not dye your eyebrows." I dyed my eyebrows. Now I look like Bert. (Sesame Street).

2002-09-03T15:43:00.000-07:00

School was pretty cool. Actually it was quite pointless to go, as there was only .5 of a class out of the 2 that i went for. I had set my alarm for 7:30 to allow time to figure out the dang transit, but the volume on my alarm was mysteriously turned to low. And I disctinctly recall making it LOUD last night at 4 am before bed. So I got up (at 9:30) and was in a FOUL mood, thinking I'd miss the whole day. I gave my mom a FOUL look as I went out the FOUL door. But it turns out the whole Millenium skytrain route is complete, and it takes only an hour to get to school. The new stations are pretty. So now I'm happy. I'm going to join some clubs this semester! It is going to be more of a less-school, more university-experience semester. I've narrowed it down to the Happy Joy Fun or Import Car clubs. (not). My PoliSci prof seems nice. He's a bit geekish, which is cool. When he emphasizes words, he almost jumps, like a spaceship about to take off. And he laughs funnily.

2002-09-02T21:49:00.000-07:00

Hmm. T'was the night before school starts and at the computer
Sits Pesky the Pea trying to find a route (er..)
To take the bus bus up to SF and U
Translink to me is an enigma of...goo

Yes yes, I'm trying to figure out which one of those grandiose skytrain stations is currently finished, cuz I haven't been paying attention! Is it Braid? Or Lougheed? Or somewhere in between? Bah, I'll just wing it tomorrow...

but for now..

Nothing Foam™
This is a foam that is a 7, neither an acid nor a base. It has no soap content and will not strip the hair of natural oils. It is made from biodegradable stuff. (not yet sure what). It is to be added to your regular shampoo as a filler, so that you can use less shampoo, but still have enough 'lather' so that you do not pull your hair out/stress it. This is because the experts say you should shampoo every other day, but c'mon, girls, who does that?! (guys, your weekly bathing habits exempt you from being part of the consumer market). So we need to use less shampoo on a daily basis, but with a non-soap filler to dilute it and spread the shampoo evenly throughout the hair. This is where Nothing Foam™ comes in!

Bed Head is DEAD Skull-Cap™
This is a head-piece to wear to bed, so that styled hair retains its form. This eliminates having to wash and blow-dry hair in the morning just to get back the style that was so perfect before your unconscious slumber messed it up. Pretend you have blow-dried your medium-length hair straight. Slide a hand up the back of your skull, resting flat against it. Put your other hand overtop so your hair lies flat. This is what the BHDSC™ essentially is! Except that it is like many pairs of hands all around your head. All the 'hands' are connected to a comfortable headband, and flip out in order to take on and off. If women can sleep with bigass rollers in their hair, they can sleep with the much more comfy BHDSC™ !

Welcome to what goes in on my head during free time :) Please do not go out and manufacture these products until I have patented them! :D

2002-09-01T01:31:00.000-07:00

I added a whole bunch of fashion links in the column. I also added a link to stuffedpenguins.com. It is about Pengie the stuffed penguin. I am privilaged to know one of his human friends.

2002-09-01T01:08:00.000-07:00

so apparently its in vogue not to update blogs these days. i tried it, and it feels really cool.

and lately i've been eating stuff (like all-you-can-eat sushi), watching moovies, and shopping (purchases include asian stationary and postcards, if you really must know).

"rollin' with the homies"
"wiggin!"
"me and ___, see...that just won't work. Me and you on the other hand....that works!"
"no, i'm the one who's sorry! you've been so supa dupa nice!"

guess which movie i saw!
if u know, add a quote in the comments :D If not, get with 1995 already man!

2002-08-29T01:56:00.000-07:00

Being John Malkovich is really good. I won't try to write a plot summary, its just too complicated, so here's Ebert's. I started out laughing a lot with this movie. Floor # 7.5 is hilarious, and the educational film on its origin is even funnier. Then things become twisted and mildly disturbing. Take Cameron Diaz's character for example. She's Cusak's transsexual, lesbionic wife who loves to live in Malkovich's body, and is in love with Catherine Keener (whom Cusak is also in love with) only when she's in his (Malkovich's) body. Like, wtf!! What I like best about this movie is that Spike Jonze (director) treats the secret portal to Malkovich's mind as an everyday occurance. The characters don't see it as some impossible thing, with lots of ooh-ing and ahh-ing; the first thing they think is: lets make some cash off this find! I was wondering, at the start, how Jonze was going to incorporate finding a mind portal into what began as a pedestrian setting, with normal work-a-day characters. He does it seamlessly. (the next sentence is a bit of a spoiler). Cusak's character Craig seems to represent the vulnerability and fallacy of the human mind. He does a major character shift from kindly husband and puppateer to a man drunk on living inside, and controlling another man's body, like an evil spirit. I recommend renting this crazy flick.

oh ps. i *think* its a 7 day rental so if you live close to me and want to borrow it, cuz u really ought to, ask! :)