haha.. Grace, I might have been jealous one day ago but now I'll just be happy that my friends are all living such fabulous lives. i had an epiphany last night, at 3am while I was trying to sleep. For the longest time I have felt like I was living my life for no purpose. Then I think of all the mistakes I've committed and all the things I shouldn't have done and I am amazed I'm still intact right here, right now. Well I may be surrounded by tons of people who are better in every way than me but at that moment I was happy that i lived thus far.

Anyway I got my essay back and the biggest problem as I've predicted was that the paragraphs aren't linked very much to the thesis statement. Plus I can't craft a complex all encompassing thesis statement.

My weekly update goes like this: I'm supposed to be studying for my programming now. I have two more tests this week. I'm going to new york on saturday to watch the producers. I witnessed the most dramatic fire rescue operation ever, hoses plugged in, ladder to the roof and all, and didn't bring my camera down. A drunk girl came into my room and flopped onto my roommate's bed. She put on my roommate's clothes. I got up on my waterskiis. I'm skipping math lectures even though, and also because I don't really get them. The falling leaves of red and gold. I haven't figured mahjong out. I liked karen's memes. I have three hours left to study. I've had someone read out the trainspotting prologue. I bitched about other people.

Life is gorges. Nah.

I'm rather disappointed that I don't have a life now. It's hard to balance right now. Despite getting a membership with the outing club, I haven't been on any trip since they cancelled the moonlight canoeing. Not been sociable etc etc etc you know the rest. Instead of fitting into the american crowd I tunnelled deeper into my chinese sensibilities and embarked on a massive chinese song download. I'm so not going to fulfil my birthday wishes.

On the other hand I'm reading really brilliant books for my writing seminar/workshop. The beauty of the prose just makes me sigh in wonder. There was Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son which was a genre unto itself- hallucinatory fiction. The narrator spends half his time intoxicated with heroin. I'm so going to do badly for that paper. And then now we're doing Tim O Brien's The Things They Carried. I like all that vietnam war controversy and the emotions it stirred up. Watched a documentary on how they picked a design for the war memorial in washington and how it generated so much criticism. But I'm really not good at picking out the underlying notions. I need a haircut right about now.

"I know they argue about whether or not it's right, whether or not the baby is alive at this point or that point in its growth inside the womb. This wasn't about that. It wasn't what the lawyers did. It wasn't what the doctors did, it wasn't what the woman did. It was what the mother and father did together."

I roughly get the pattern now. Fridays and Saturdays are for having a good time and staying out late playing poker honing gambling skills etc and sundays are for cramming the work in. But I get stuck in front of the computer every time I get back to my room.

Part of the reason why I'm having a headache now is because my room mate has too much hip hop on his computer.

But the main reason why I'm writing is because I discovered the power of itrip. It's really useful on a car. And something that's even more useful is a mambo playlist to blast away on the car stereo. Sure brings back all the memories. So I'm looking for songs that zouk plays on wednesday nights. I have
kylie's i should be so lucky and in your eyes
bananarama's love in the first degree
belinda carlisle's heaven is a place on earth
pink's get this party started
bon jovi's it's my life

I'm sure all you people know more songs so help me with this.

Am rather behind on my work as I went to toronto over the weekend. The food there was awesome, so that was the most satisfying weekend here so far. Anyway this blog has been found out, so no more juicy news here. And no, I haven't been taking pot.. and I don't have a life anymore. So here are more photos to maintain the illusion of me having fun.












Back to work.