A Business Deal

"I'm a business man, and you are my investment. So I need to make sure that I will get my profit, along with my share, back to my pocket."

If you are a business man, and I am your investment, then we are business partners. Then this is A business deal. You will not drop out and have all the right to say in this relationship. You will not tell me what to do from a 20-hours-plane-ride-away distant. We will make decisions together, decisions that will satisfy each side. And I will spend the minimum resources from my side, while I spend yours mostly, because it's A business deal, Dad.

This is the Feeling of Feeling Good

Remember her? Yes, her. The "Lady of Perfect Satisfaction" has satisfied me. I wrote about her and her ability of "bending in many different ways" got me a 78% on my 8-pages paper.

SEVENTY. EIGHT. PERCENT!!

The best mark I've ever received in the past 2 years.

If By the End of this Post You Can Tell Me What This Title is I will Buy You A Beer

I had the perfect title and materials to write for this post, but due to enough procrastination... I forgot. I forgot completely what I was going to write, so I'm just going to free write to see what I can come out with to entertain you sexy people.

First... (birds and rainbow and David Beckham in my mind singing and kicking a soccer ball), I... I..

Second, I give you a new intervention by Hiromi Ozaki, a graduate student of Royal College of Art, which brings WTF to a whole new level. It is a Menstruation Machine. It is a wearable metal suit that allows a man to "experience the painful bleeding of menstruation." This machine "releases blood stored in its reservoir over the course of a menstruation cycle, usually lasting about 5 days. It also has lower abdomen stimulating electrodes to mimic painful cramps." The perfect machine for J.

On a creativity level, it is kinda cool. On a revenging level, this might just be the best machine ever, ever, ever invented. But in the other hand, why would you put yourself through this? Can you use a tampon? Can you readjust the flow? Why does this exist? and WHY IS JAPANESE SO WEIRD?

I love it. If you still can't picture this in your mind, here it is. You're welcome.

Third, no third. I want to keep talking about this machine. Where can I get it? Who is willing to test on it? I want to read a review, and WHO CAN I PUT THIS ON TO?

By the way, Eminem's single feat. Rihanna - Love the Way You Lie - is finally coming out with its music video, which rumored to have Megan Fox and Dominic Monaghan starring. Sounds like a very intense music video... CAN'T WAIT to see!!

The End.

Start Time

3:50PM

3:50PM

3:50PM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What kind of start time is that!! Do they organize students' start time base on their physical attractiveness?? THEN WHY DO I HAVE 3:50PM START TIME!! I thought it would not affect me but right now it's 10 mins before 3:50pm and I'm freaking out already about what if all the other students took all my courses!! Like, what if this one person has 3:40pm start time and get the last spot of some of my classes. Like, what if this person is somwhow related to koreans? I've never seen or heard anyone who is assigned a start time later than mine.

6 mins left.

I'm Getting Better At My Blog

Not only my english is improving, as I blog and as Blaire would say, I also discovered and changed the setting of my blog.

You sexy bitches and sexy dude bitches can now comment on my blog without a registered ID!! How exciting!! So exciting that I bold half of the sentence!! So now, feel free to express yourself to me with your trained critical thinking skills. As long as your comments are appropriate, and perhaps provide with your name, I'll be nice enough to leave them as they are and not throw a rock at you (if you are a boy).

Yay to all of you sexy and me!

The Most Important Checklist of Your Life by ASSU

For First Year Students:

- Seek out and join your Course Union.

- Check the exam schedule. Twice. (hahahah!! totally did that)

- Don't freak out. It's only first year. (thought that too)

For Second Year Students:

- Pick your POSt.

- Tell all your friends how much better U of T is than their school. (ugh YUP! did that last summer)

- Chart out your next two years' courses. (yeah..)

For Third Year Students:

- Realize that you would have a 4.0 GPA if you had gone to York. (HAHAHAHAH!! yes...)

- Start researching Grad programs instead of Med School. (did that last month, guys remember I showed you MMPA at U of T)

- Star thinking about reference letters.

For Fourth Year Students:

- Check and double-check to make sure you can graduate.

- Start planing your fifth year.

Oh-my-god, I picked up the Anti-Calender yesterday with Blaire and all these are SO true.

Facebook, Power-Hungry Bitch, and the End.

Here I am, procrastinating, not writing my paper. But in the other hand, I have something to complain, scratch that, I mean share with you.

First, it's how annoying facebook is. Like, the times when people change their relationship status and everybody is like "awww", "yeahhh", or "nice". Like, people you haven't seen in ages turn from beast to beauty and how do you know that, FACEBOOK. Or like, suddenly facebook tells you that your friend who sits beside you 12 hours a day to study together look like this, or this, or THIS!!

I CAN BARELY RECOGNIZE MY OWN FRIEND.

The water I drink and the water she drinks are obviously different, because whatever it is in my water makes my face look like ugly Betty ate her face. Which I came up with a solution... Fuck, I need a new water source. Or, to find a good surgeon. Or, not to study with her. Or, I can quit Facebook. Or, drink tons of beer till I don't remember this. Or, I can just stop caring about this. FYI, her name is Blaire (hi, Blaire).

Ok, on to the next one.

Second, this paper, that I need to start (due in 18 hours), needs to have too much information that my brain can possibly remember. There are just way too much questions, and way too much answers to fit into a 5-8 pages paper about this power-hungry bitch who holds a lot of grudges against other poor Chinese who are in my Chinese history textbook. I just need to make a decision on which information to talk about. Decision, decision, decision!

Third, there is no third. In an essay you suppose to have 3 claims, so I thought I should have a third. But there is no third. I'm usually not good at ending any post.

The End.

Update:: Blaire just admit she's also a power-hungry bitch.