dinner rolls

time to join body for life and win a million dollars?


on a brighter note... my ears are pretty :}

sorting origami stars

today: the last day before the 2 dreadful weeks of finals officially begin.

surprise: so far it's not too bad

perhaps because the act of organizing my notes parallels the act of organizing my belongings and moving to a new place, the usual tedious task of collecting the year's work is rather rather relaxing. perhaps also because i'm loving my job or perhaps because i enjoy color coding a semester's worth of dull material. perhaps because i like to overuse the word perhaps in the process of describing all the situations in which i perhaps may have developed an overcompulsive order when it comes to clean tidy notes: perfectly colored on lined paper where the lines are the perfect shade of blue and there exists a perfect amount of spacing between each new idea.

perhaps i should move onto a new topic.

american apparel is really pleasant, i actually look forward to each shift. somebody once said "it's the people you work with that make or break the job"; this is especially true for retail. while my two managers are completely different in terms of personality and policy, both are people whom i would respect even if i were to meet them in circumstances in which they weren't my bosses. my coworkers are all fashionably sexy hooligans who can drink more beer than water and consistently dance and sing while contributing to thousand dollar sales daily. as well, aa's clothing, which in the process of being forced to wear, has introduced a new idea of simplicity into not only my wardrobe but also my lifestyle. in a place where it's not a crime to gorge yourself on chinese takeout, cigarettes, theme day saturdays and electroclash, it's no wonder that it's so enjoyable. speaking of which, new obsessions include oodle noodle box, chromeo, phoenix, skanky one piece drop top halters and colored scarves. drop by sometime. product includes 32-thread count cotton sex in different cuts and colors.

tomorrow: killing 2 birds with 1 stone - tragus and conch. and studying. biology and chemistry and math and everything nice.

Behold...

“... I do not give lectures or a little charity. When I give, I give myself.”

- Walt Whitman

3...2...1...

you want 3, you desire 2, you must have 1.

but the truth is, sometimes things dont turn out the way you had hoped or imagined. you may find all 3, 2, 1 all too far when the present comes too quickly and soon becomes the past. it's okay. let go for once.

it's inevitable isnt it?

3 is special.
2 is unforgettable.
1 is indescribable.

3...2...1... GO
move, switch, rotate. find 1, 2, 3 at your feet.
1...2...3... GO

they're both GO cards. let's play life. you've lost the meaning in search of it.


you've lost the sweet, you're left with the bitter. take off your shades and see the light.
it's still there
i promise.

Guu is Guud!

why don't all the cute japanese boys with good food move here? T_T they should bring with them the ocean and the bright lights and the fobshops. speaking of which, we take the spunkest photos and buy the spunkest jackets. i speak in fragments because of a l o n g bus ride which will not be discussed because nobody likes stinky coughy buses. i miss vancouver already.

add salmon carpacio. beef carpacio. edamame. tuna tataki. ika grilled. octopus balls. fried oysters.
wipe drool.

bott's every flavour beans.

fobbed out cowboys boots.

congee in metal pots.

left my heart in a greyhound station on the way.

march to death

hyperventilate, 6:05, 25 minutes left to live and they just had to parade. i'm sitting here quietly being good and studying and what do i see? the worst thing to see before an exam. a fucking marching parade of TA's with queen Deakin the prof at the very end, looking all nonchalant-i'm-going-to-fail-you-suckers. seriously. their parade could have rivalled a gay alliance parade. decked out with midterm papers, folders, anal looking hair buns and now walking into that room is going to be like walking into a gynecologist's office. horrifying and robotic but hey, do what you gota do. ahhhh fuck. 21 minutes left. more robots, come to v-wing if you want to see a rampage.

live live live, trainspot, choose life. ish.

keep your hand at the level of your eye

meow meow i have wind burn on my lip and my sternum bar is acting up and my face is blotchy, i can't find howard and i need to buy new hair color, my legs are sore and i'm itchy all over, i also forgot about my bio lap report.... i am definitely allergic to studying buahahhahahahaha

on the upside i didn't have a chem lab today which was rather nice and to save me from my solitude, i've got the new phantom of the opera OST deluxe version which is so pleasant that i can't start describing how great it is. and the phantom is a babe, what more can one ask for? all the hater critics can go to hell, they're just jealous cuz they're not beautiful :}

vancoouver is only 4 days away... OH BABY!

my fingers are blue

having to deal with the cold in winter is already bad enough, but when you are very literally turning blue in your own home because your mother is a psychopath polar bear who likes to live in temperatures 5 degrees below standard (assuming standard ranges from 21-23), you've got a problem.

for example, try focusing on something other than your freezing limbs. it just doesn't happen because your body simply will not allow it. at the fresh age of 17, my joints are creaking. and yes, if you listen carefully, you can hear them say, "TURN ON THE FUCKING HEAT GODAMNIT!!!" thinkm, times when your stomach growls. loudly. in class. it's embarassing and could have been avoided, just like blue appendages. and no boys, i don't mean those ones.

either way, i have found a new channel of procrasination. ie. mother turn on the heat or else i will never study. NEVER. yes okay i ramble, i know.

i can't wait til the warmths of elsewhere. it's as tempting and lovely as narnia right now. maybe i will nap now under layers of blankets and dream of chemistry - i am queen of multitasking, failure is not an option. make sense not. okay. goodnight then.

memorize the city

again another attempt at last minute procrasination before i am really forced to study. i have no idea what happened, the only thing i remember is that last semester i was quite the eager beaver and now i'm stuck in some pessimistic day dream which consists of asian cities and sleeping. the memories haven't left yet, i'm still waiting.

this weekend mags and i spent $50 on paper memories and tampons. it was a blast. and no, we're not really gay, we just act that way, and by no means on purpose. but if we were, we'd fight over the lipstick position. :} beenie also came and ate corn and watched kill bill with us,. overall a pretty calm weekend considering the hectic week i've been having so far; all work and no play makes natalia a dull girl. even then, mayhaps it wasn't such a great idea to play this weekend.

reading week, i will kiss you when you arrive!