Photo Shoot

Above photos are Sean and I from the photo shoot last week I believe. It was a lot of fun and Sean's uncle is a great professional photographer and fun to work with ( I sound like a celebrity). More to come with the edited version by Jarry, which he is currently working on them and I cannot wait to see :D. Hopefully I will do some more action shoots with Jarry in the summer because that would be a lot of fun! I'm working on my back flip and front flip now, slowly... but maybe a underwater shoot in the future. I really want to do one. Or like jumping off the dive boards. 

Movies

I should be working on my last paper of the year right now and go to the gym...

Lately, I cannot believe how many good movies I've seen since september and I really like them. Movies such as Slumdog Millionaire, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, The Reader, Marley & Me, Seven Pound, and more. 

I watched Seven Pound 2 nights ago before I went to sleep and it is a very sad movie. I went to bed sad and woke up the next morning sad. The story outline and Will Smith's talent are what make the movie good, although it has a bit of bad reviews from some websites. However, I would suggest you to watch it :)

Anyways, that's it for now. I'm off to the gym. Peace.

Fire Alarm

So.. the rez in u of t that I happened to live in, the fire alarm goes of pretty often. It's not that often.. I mean.. like .. 2 in 2 days... not as much as North (my high school where fire alarm can go off 3 times a day) I guess. However, I fucking HATE IT! It's even more hateful when you only have 5 hrs to study for a make-up midterm, and you don't have time for this. It reminds of me of North tho. 

Taking a break from calculus... here is what I learn from university...

1) Co-op Washroom rocks. 

    For example, a topless chick happens to be there when you walk into the washroom at 3 in the morning. 

2) Doesn't matter how much effort you put into academic, the profs always have ways to screw you up. 

3) It is only 1/100 chance for you and your roommate to work out if you have a double room, and I happen to be the 1/100 person :D

4) DO NOT take credits for any AP courses you took in high school, they are GPA increasers, and I'm dumb enough to get bad score on my AP exam :)

5) DO NOT attempt to get into architecture program if you think it's interesting and suck at essay writing + low GPA, it will decrease the amount of believing in yourself.

     For example, 2.5 GPA is required to get into the program but it's not guaranteed. Students who get into the program have like... 3.5~3.7 GPA (it's just 3.5~3.7 higher than mine).

6) Varsity Blue's cheerleader team or man's sports teams are not as eye-candy as I thought they would be. 

7) If you think your high school is the only place where fire alarm exists, you are just simply wrong. 

8) As your studies get more professional and hardcore, drugs also get more professional and hardcore.

9) If you are thinking to go to a Canadian university, one of the universities I do not suggest is University of Toronto. 

10) However, University of Toronto's engineers are the shit.

       For example, Dee Cee [++] is my best friend of which I cannot live without. I love that thing. 

Hopeless

Yesterday I started going to the gym and shoot some hoops and met some FOBS from playing basketball together. All I gotta say is that they are just so fucking HOPELESS. This one fucking korean guy fucking THINKS he knows how to play but all he can do are some ugly 3pts shots and maybe it's his EYES ARE WAY TOO SMALL to see me fucking wide open in a fucking half-court, he just would NOT fucking pass to me but his buddy. SO FUCKING CLOSE TO BITCH THE SHIT OUTTA HIM. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET YOUR BALLS TO TREAT ME LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING SPICY CABBAGE.

I shouldnt be this upset about them because I have absolutely no business about this but whatever it comes to my passion, such as basketball, I can get so fucking angry that the referee needed to yelled at me to stay sitting on my chair during last basketball season in high school. 

But they are still some HOPELESS idiots...!

p.s. excuse my language..

Just want to share with you

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfO-IdPAI4s

It touches me everytime I watch it, and I just found out I can do zoology in U of T in Specialist, major, or minor!

I'm going to minor in zoology like I always want to:D

9 Words Women Use

I laughed so hard when reading this, found from some stranger's FB notes. 

1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'nothing' usually end in 'fine'.

4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it!

5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men.  A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning  of 'nothing')

6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man... That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'. That will bring on a 'whatever')

8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F--- YOU!

9) Dont worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to #3.

5:15AM

I'm now sitting alone in my room at 5:15 in the morning. The weather is so nice these days in Toronto, I am in my wife-beater and A&F swimsuit with my windows open reading architecture lecture notes in this quiet hours. EVERYBODY IS SLEEPING is the reason why I always do my work so late. This kind of solitude is very nice especially in this kind of weather. It reminds me of being in Vancouver driving around in night time alone with my windows down and playing slow music, or sitting at Aubrery Elementary School's top of playground watching the whole Vancouver at night time alone or with Leo. FYI, Aubrery Elementary School and my old house were located at the top of mountain where you can almost see the entire Vancouver. The view wasn't much different than the view in my old room, but the only reason I would always there was because it felt so nice just letting the wind blew at you. So amigos, this is why my sleeping schedule has been upside down since the beginning of school year. 

Yesterday, Izzy visited me :D She didn't seem too happy somehow. I had a great time hanging out with her tho. Anyways, we walked on Bloor Street and checked out a new place for next year. That place would be my all-time dream place for the time being in school - a bachelor suit with patio in a luxury building located in the centre of downtown Toronto for a very pricy price.  I also found another place near school for $660/month included ALL utilities and FURNISHED. SUCH A GOOD DEAL but it's too cheap to be true....... plus the landlord is out of town so she is not able to show me the home.. (WTF). 

Here is the thing, I've always wanted to live by myself in a nice bachelor during university. However, recently I guess it's university and the friends around me influence me... The idea of living poor somehow comes to my mind. It IS the time when you get to experience living poor and not living by yourself because it's not like you are rising a family or we are "too young to live by yourself"...?? wtf, I don't get it. Crappy co-op student housing with shared washrooms, furnished, and all utilities for around $500~$600/month, or a bachelor suit with patio in a luxury building included all utilities except for internet and cable, and unfurnished for a pricy price but my mom is willing to afford.....?? Which one do I go for? 

I hate this but I'm going to talk to my mom about this. And like all the time, she will not give me any answers or suggestions, it's gonna be like we did not have this conversation at all. And then I'm gonna talk to my dad who is not paying for anything but would give me the crappiest suggestion ever because "saving on big things such as housing is better than saving on small things." And then my mom will get back to me with an answer later on that she did not come out with because my step-dad will get in the way like always, and I very much dislike his thought 90% of the time because I didn't grow up with him and the fact that "most daughters do not get alone with their step-dads." SO YUP! 

It's my life right?  

Recently..

Recently, I have no thoughts whatsoever. That's why I haven't been upload any entry lately, but due to my roommate's request, I am just going to say some random and boring shit here. Lol. 

1) I cannot WAIT to go back to Asia. Sounds so excited because I haven't seen my friends and relatives for YEARS including my own dad. I'm leaving Vancouver, I think, on May 25th to my sweet, disgusting, and polluted hometown - Taiwan. On June 8th, I'm flying to Thailand to visit my dad (OMG can't WAIT!!) and staying there for a month. On July 1st, my brother is most likely going to join me in Thailand, we are going to find the biggest party in Asia this summer and PARTY HARDY. On July 10th, my brother and I are flying back to Taiwan. During our visits in Taiwan, I'm not only going to reunited with my elementary friends who, probably, mean the most to me out of all my friends because our friendships are amazing! We are planning to go to Kundin and I don't know to play what but it's a must-go site for tourists in Taiwan. On July 26th, flying back to Vancouver. 

(My Asia trip is not going to happen if I screwed up my school stuff... and the dates are not 100% sure yet)

2) I'm not trying to be judgemental here, but I think some people are just born to be DISTURBING to this world. I'm not talking about their physical appearances here but their personalities, attitudes, and arrogance. Combing these characteristics with their looks (ok I lied, physical appearance do count a bit) can be hell of a discomfort to people who need to see them regularly, or even everyday. Oh gawd, just image getting stuck in an elevator with them... I would just pull out my smoke and chain smoke and chain smoke. 

3) I forgot to mention earlier that I'm working for my dad during my time in Thailand. I want to buy myself a pimp-ass motorcycle and just ride around in Thailand in the tropical weather, let the warm air swing by me and buy cheap drinks. Just tryin' to live my life, dawg. Solitude sounds so attracting to me right now, and the fact that I get to get away from school and bunch of stuff for a reasonable amount of time.  

4) I am currently taking a DJ class every saturday for beginners, and I gotta tell y'all, it's harder than it looks! Everyone can tell who are good DJs and who are not because the music they make or mix together. It's easy to tell right? it's all about how we feel. Doesn't take a retard to figure this shit out. HOWEVER, when you get on to the turntable and start playing around with music, it is harder than finding ∫ x sinx dx. DJ equipments mainly consist two turntables with two records playing (so you can let the musics speak to each other, duh!), and a mixer in between of which has like 10 billions tiny buttons and shit on it, and the mixer makes a lot of differences.  Moreover, I'm telling ya, not everyone can be a DJ. There are 3 other students in my class and two of them aren't the most intelligent human beings on this earth. 

I really hope I'll have enough money to get a set of DJ equipments, finish my DJ classes asap, and get some other music mixer equipments so I can make one of my dreams come true - make music. This is one of the things that I want to do in my life - play around with music and make people go "wow" like a dance do. 

5) Dance. Dance makes me know more about myself because I used to think I'm the biggest music idiot alive but ever since I start dancing, it changes the way I think about myself. Apparently, I'm not so bad at music, ha! What moves to go with the music and what music to go with what moves, the illusion, and the "amazingness" are what make a dance good to watch. Have you ever had experiences when you were shocked or amazed by a music or a dance? I have. For example, I was amazed and my world stopped for a few sec as I watched Kaba Modern's performance on ABDC last year, it's their isolation. You would know what I meant if you dance. To be honest, the reason why I didn't want to continue my education after high school is dance. Dance makes me feel so..hmm.. what's the word here... relieve! When you dance, you can just let yourself go and let your body do the talking, it's amazing. As I get into dance a bit more, I realized that music is the only subject that makes dance possible. Without music, even if you are watching the most brilliant dance routine, you wouldn't feel anything about it. So I thought, if and only if, one day I can make my own music and it can speak to my dance moves, how cool could that be? It will not only make me go "wow", but I'm pretty sure I will be able to make YOU go "wow" too ;P You just wait till that day comes:)

I Loved My Wallet....

Recall the last time I lost my wallet... this is what happened. It was a sunny day when I was grade 1, I got a new wallet. Inside I had a $100 bill TW ($5 CAD) from which I received from my red pocket, a baby picture of myself, and that's it. I loved my wallet a lot because it gave me a sense of maturity, and it was red.  I took a bus after school to go home and the bus was pretty empty so I went to the back of the bus where there were 2-seaters. I sat down, and I thought my little red wallet deserved to have a seat too, so I put it beside me on another seat. I padded it, smiled at it, and then put my hands back on my laps. I was dressed in a uniform: a blue little skirt, white dress shirt, and a red cap. I must be really cute back then, not like I'm not cute anymore but I was probably cuter than I am now. So yup, I got up when the bus stopped near my house, and then I FORGOT TO BRING IT WITH ME. 

Anyways..... I thought I lost my wallet last night at a bar with $100CAD, 2 credit cards, 2 debit cards, BC driver license, T-card, SPC, gift cards to starbucks, care card, S.I.N, and 3 grad pictures of a friend, step-sister, and ex. So I went back to the bar today when I woke up at 2pm, they didn't have it. I called my mom and asked her to freeze my credit cards and a debit card. And then my friend, James, just came into my room with my wallet. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY after leo's death. 

Why Having Leo Was Like Being On Drugs

"Leo! Let's go!"

He would jog to the door, face his body and put his head as close as possible to the door and then look back at me. I would grab his leash and count to 3 to open the door, he runs in a speed of light out of the house till I could barely see him. If I did't follow him, he would run back. Sometimes, I would lock him with his leash to a pole and pretend to leave. He would, then, barf nervously like a mad dog. That's I know how much he loved and needed me, only me :D. In the hottest days of the summer, the activities we did together were water fight and catch, outside of the garage or in the Aubrey Elementary field. He would run for the ball despite the sun's evilness, jog back with the ball, drop it, then go into the shade inside of the garage, lie down, and open his long month wide to let the hot air out of his body. And then same pattern again and again until he got super tired. I would let him rolls his body in the mud in the summer, I accepted the consequence: shower him. I turned on the automatic water spread thing in the front yard. He loved those things. He would try to bite and catch the water. LOL. And then I would have to shower him...... it's the hardest work of having him, but I loved it. Showering him was one of those love-and-hate things to do. If there were dogs out on the field and I didn't want to go with him to play with them because I would be playing basketball, he would "try" to be social: jogged to them and tried to do what they were doing (usually the other dogs ignored him because they were too into their games). However, he was pretty much a social retard in the dogs' world. He didn't know how to play with other dogs, excepts for the 2 neighbours who he grew up with. He, then, ran back to me, leaned his body against my legs and then walked a few steps toward the other dogs and then came back to lean his body against my legs again. That was his way to let me know that he really wanted to play with them but he doesn't know how and I guessed he also wanted me to be there while he was there too. I could see it in his face, he would look confused, haha. I would pat him and say "it's ok, just go baby". That was my way to tell him I want to play my ball and stop bothering me. And then he would go to those dogs again and then find himself lonely because everybody ignored him, HAHAHAHAaa, they actually ignored him most of the times. So he would come back to me and leaned himself on my legs again. After we moved out of the house to Ashley Grove, where there were a small forest that he always wanted to go in. So he would go into the forest when I took him out. However, my kicks were a big consideration of my appearance, therefore, I would NOT go in with him. I would see, only and nothing else, his head sticking out of the trees and flowers and looking at me. I said "no baby. I really don't want to." He would run out and then find something else to do. After like 5 mins or so he did the same thing again, what a smart ass he was. I could NEVER NEVER get enough of him. After school and weekends. He was my weed. 

Having Leo, however, was not just being on drugs mentally. Physically too. "Studies have shown that human and animal contact, specifically with people and dogs, almost doubles levels of oxytocin¹ and serotonin²" said Meg Daley Olmert, the author of Made for Each Other: The Biology Behind the Human-Animal Bond. "It is run on the same physiology that allows a mother to recognize her baby as her own and want to pick it up and hold it to protect it. At this point, it appears that our pets are the most powerful releasers of oxytocin in our brains and that could account for the fact that when your pet dies, you feel like a cannonball got fired through you."  Moreover, according to what I read from Toronto Star today, a flood of studies showed oxytocin stimulates the cortices that control emotions, quiet fears and can switch off the powerful defence system known as "fight or flight." Interesting facts ai? I post this information up because it attracts my attention today (I love reading newspaper while eating. I'm getting old). I guess this was why my anger management was better during Leo's short 3.5 years and I got less emotional. 

¹ Oxytocin is a hormone released by the pituitary gland that causes increased contraction of the uterus during labor and stimulates (like I would know anyways) and stimulates the ejection of milk into the ducts of the breasts (I didn't feel it). 

² Serotonin is a compound present in blood platelets and serum that constricts the blood vessels and acts as a neurotransmitter (I don't really know what it means since I never took bio class before). 

Here, I post a song that I listened to for weeks after Leo's death. It's good and it's my favourite song by the singer. It's Better In Time by Leona Lewis.

The Golden Man is Leaving

David Beckham has been my one and only idol for quite a few years, and I was so happy when I learned that he was coming to America for "football". However, Beckham will now remain with AC Milan until the end of the Italian season in late May, then rejoin the Galaxy for the final half of [the-sucks-ball] MLS, and then opt out of his contract and QUIT AMERICA FOR GOOD. 

Yes, it's beyond stupid. But Galaxy does suck A LOT and so are rest of the teams on MLS compare to European Football League. It makes sense that he doesn't want to stay. David Beckham is never about dollars. Buying David Beckham is about buying respect and rescue MLS since no one really cares about MLS. After Beckham leaves for good, only Toronto and Washington will pretend that they still care about MLS, and this is not a good news for those rich people (a lot of them too) who invested in MLS. Oh-oh! The only thing that MLS can do now is to reintroduce Beckham in the final half of the season of MLS. 

He always gets what he wants. Only Beckham gets what he wants. I mean, a good-looking face, a hot body, a nice, innocent, and passionate personality, a hot wife with 3 adorable children, money, talent, a good head shape, and a nothing-to-worry-about-size dick (rumor says), what else can you possibly ask for more? Those above things excuse him for not being able to solve his 8 yrs-old son's math homework. He's the perfect man. 

P.S. Don't get me start with D.B, I would just not stop talking about him. 

I Think...

So here are some of the stuff that gets me mad these days... 

1)Azharuddin Ismail, who played Salim in Slumdog Millionaire was ONLY paid $1,000 during the filming of movie and $25,000 have supposedly been placed in a trust that this kid will have access to once her turns 18. On top of that, the director also supplies the 10-yrs-old boy with a $30/week allowance (how nice!) and promises to purchase his family a new home outta the slums for $30,000! And the movie Slumdog Millionaire made over $175 million. What do you think?

Now let's compare Ismail to the British Harry Potter actor, Daniel Radcliffe, who made $250,000 for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, $3 million for Chamber of Secrets, $11 million for Globlet of Fire, $14 million for the upcoming film, and $50 million for the final two films. NOW, what do you THINK?

sources: www.perezhilton.com and www.slashfilm.com/2007/06/29/harry-potter-star-paid-50-million-for-final-two-films

2) Octu-Mom.............................. What ARE you THINKING??????

3) I've been sick for 2 weeks. Everyday I wake up, I feel sicker. It started with throat hurts, then minor coughing, then SERIOUS coughing (btw I think Buckley's is the most disgusting ateable food in the whole universe, but it works), then sniff nose, then running nose, then sniff nose, then throat hurts again, and now headache. I was too lazy to go to a clinic but I am going tomorrow morning to get check out my sickness, and to confirm if I have the kissing disease: MONONUCLEOSIS. My WHOLE floor knows that I'm this kid who sleeps 23 hrs/day and always tired. My dear Don, who went to med-school told me to get it check out.

GOSH... I want beer and smoke and ice cream and clubbing!!!