To my horror, I dreamt about Mr. M last night. The only reason why this should be horrific is because in the dream, someone else’s face was put on Mr. M’s body.

I guess I should explain who Mr. M is first. Mr. M is the nickname I’ve given my math-loving, bathroom cleaning, sensible and tall future hubby. The fake reason I chose the letter M is because my initials has an M in it.

So you guys ever have those dreams where someone else’s face is on someone else’s body? Or an example would be, and girls can relate to this, dreams where you are walking down the isle towards your husband, but you don’t know who it is. The suspense is killing you, because he is obviously good looking. He is tall with a good built. But then, as he slowly turns around to face you, you’re horrified to realize his face is the face of that shrimpy kid in your class.

That’s the dream I had last night, though actually, my dream makes no sense because I’ve never met Mr. M, and the person who’s face was on Mr. M’s body could very well be in possession of that body. But pretend this loophole doesn’t exist. Actually, just pretend I never typed this, I just realized this conjures up too many unpleasant Freudian theories.

I don’t know if it’s because I have been watching too much of My Princess, a Korean Drama with an annoyingly plain plot, and have been obsessing with Dream High lately (best Korean Drama ever), but my dream was very Korean Dramaesque.

In the dream, our rooms were right beside each other in this weird, open aired house. All my friends and I were in his room, looking up at something on his computer, while he was on the other side blowing up balloons (I would like to note that the reason I probably dreamt of blowing up balloons is because I use to blow up a ton of balloons at work. The balloon farts still haunts me). Eventually, someone suggests that we go out somewhere to eat, and everyone leaves to go downstairs.

I thank Mr. M for letting us use his computer. He says no problem, and we start talking about how accomplished he is, and that he went to England to study for three years. Apparently, he met a girl there who he fell in love with, and broke his heart. The girl then chased him all the way here to reclaim his heart, but he has moved on.

After hearing his story, I go to my room and sit and contemplate on what I just heard. I am busy day dreaming when he barges in my room and asks to borrow scissors, and then walks out before I can give it to him.

So that was my very uneventful dream that left me with a lot to think about. I can’t reveal who’s face I dreamt of, because you guys don’t know him, but even if you did, fat chance that I’d blab it here even if, according to Hannah, I have a bad habit of saying things I shouldn't say.

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I forgot to mention that I was whistling while walking around Hart House today, when all the sudden the guy walking in front of me started whistling also. It was awesome! We had a mini symphony going on.

Also, John said that blogging was just another narcissistic form of talking about yourself and getting attention, this is true and I've mentioned it before, but if you ask me, blogging is 10x better than updating twitter/your fb status ten times a day. At least blogging requires a bit of thinking.

My grandma called me tonight and tried to get out of our weekly dinner date tomorrow night because she has to ‘Watch the Oscars.’ What happened to being her beloved ping-pong ball? Her beloved meat bun? Her precious, little, darling pig? (These weird pet names sounds better in Fukien, translating it into English makes it loose its effect …)

=(

The rest of this post will be written in emo mode:
(Because I am still in a foul/pissed off mood and want to be sinister)

Today, I woke up and realized the world is still in despair. Even though this makes me feel as if every ounce of hope that I have left in this world is gone, it was nothing compared to that gut retching feeling from the bottom of my stomach that I felt when I realized my cartilage piercing was infected once more. Since I am emo, I cried over this.

Nota Bene: a cartilage is basically a firm elastic tissue found in any part of your body. When I mentioned my cartilage piercing here, I am referring to the one in my ear. I have yet to puncture a hole and attach decorative jewelry elsewhere on my body, I will save that for later when I find I can no longer smile at a baby’s laughter.

The infection is tolerable, it does not compare to the pain of having to muster up that sound people call ‘laughter,’ which I had to unfortunately experience the other day when I had to laugh at a friends joke. I only did this because it is apparently common courtesy so that that person will feel ‘special’ and ‘funny.’ Why does society have this constant need to reassure everyone that they’re ‘unique’ and ‘special’?!? This will only make everyone uniquely different. I refuse to conform. I hope that laughter will not have to taunt me today.

After putting on excessive amounts of black eyeliner around my eye (today I was excessively excessive due to the fact that it pains me that people don’t understand me) I went downstairs to make instant noodles.

My mom was in the kitchen. She told me to add an egg to my noodles, so I answered, “I am not eating any animal by products today, doing so only continues to support the meat industry, which I am against because the chickens feel more pain that I do.”

My mom looks at me like she doesn’t understand anything I just said. Typical, no one ever understands me. “But chickens comes from eggs.”

Even though I want to express my outrage at her useless comment, I will refrain from showing any emotion on my face because I am emo.

Afterwards, I had to go to work. Since real emo’s do not have blogs and express their feelings, I will remain mysterious and skip this part of my day.

I came home from work and did my readings. I felt like reading a tragedy by Shakespeare, like King Lear, but alas, I cannot escape his comedies. Apparently, even geniuses like Shakespeare also had a sense of humor. This boggles my mind. In my opinion, he should have just spent his entire life writing tragedies and skipped the comedies. Death Eaters never had to laugh, and look how awe-inspiring they are.

Speaking of Death Eaters, this very despairing and hopeless blog post has to be wrapped up since I have now to go and promote Malfoy as the true hero in the Harry Potter series, rather than Harry himself. Malfoy never conformed into societies notions of making everyone feel special. In fact, he promoted indifference unlike Harry who spent the entire series wanting to ‘blend in’ and ‘be the same as everyone else.’

------emo mode over -----

Lolz, talk about unreliable narrator. I think I had too much fun writing this. My emo self has to blog more often.

Ack!

A couple of nights ago, I dreamt that I woke up on Thursday and realized I had completely wasted my entire reading week doing nothing but watching my Korean Drama's. Unwilling to let this dream come true, I made sure that the rest of my reading week would be extra productive.

I stumbled upon a documentary on TLC tonight about these two women with weird habits, as I waited for my dad and grandma to finish their heated discussion on what they would do with the money they were going to win from the lottery (old people do this a lot).

That if you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

Romans 10:9

Last night, Armin received the Lord, he prayed with Seo, Annabelle and Jennifer after the meeting at Light House. This is what happened (as far as I know):

After the small groups at Light House, Armin had questions to ask Seo. They sat together and huddled with their bibles open. Seo told Armin that he can pray to receive the Lord whenever he was ready, and that he can do it at his own time. Armin then answered, “I want to do it with Annabelle.”

Annabelle happened to be upstairs in Jennifer’s apartment, so they both headed up there and knocked on the door. At first, Jennifer and Annabelle ignored the knock, since they were busy talking about something important, but then Seo said through the door, “Armin is ready to receive the Lord, he wants to talk to Annabelle!”

Hearing this, Annabelle scrambled and said, “Quick! Get the tissues ready! I’m going to cry for sure!” not knowing that Armin was there with Seo.

Jennifer then let them in and they sat together in her living room. They each prayed the prayer, with Armin repeating it at the end. Afterwards, they all hugged and shook hands, and Armin went downstairs to the basement to announce it to everyone.

This happened when nearly everyone had gone, I remember Armin coming through the doors with Seo behind him looking like he had something important to say. He was smiling when he announced, “Guys, I have something to say! Tonight I prayed and received the Lord.” (This is the short version of his announcement, he said more but I was too busy being happy to remember the rest.)

Then everyone went up to him, and awkwardly shook hands. I wanted to hug Armin but I thought it might be a weird thing to do in front of everyone, but when someone else hugged him first, I hugged him right after.

There are several fundamentals to the Christian faith, one of which includes what the verse from Romans says: to confess with your heart, when you are ready, that Jesus is Lord and that he has been raised by God from the dead, for your sins.

This is what we refer to when we say ‘born again.’ It is like a spiritual rebirth when you accept Christ into your life as your savior.

For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable through the living and enduring word of God.

1 Peter 1:13

Being born again is when you receive the eternal life from God, and to be forgiven of your sins. It is the beginning of your personal relationship with God. By being ‘saved’ through rebirth you become a child of God. This can only be done through Jesus Christ who paid the penalty for our sins when he died on the cross.

There really isn’t any fancy way of doing this, no big ceremony where you have to do this in front of some high priest, who would act like a judge to confirm your salvation. No one has to see and know, you can do this in the quiet in your own bedroom. It is something personal that happens inwardly between you and God.

When I got saved, I was 12 and I prayed with sister Frieda, Vincent’s mom (some of you may know Vincent, he’s my ‘fake cousin’ because we’re related by marriage). I simply repeated the prayer she said, which I don’t remember now since everyone says a different prayer when they receive the Lord. The main key point in the prayer is that Jesus Christ took the punishment for our sins and that we confess that He is Lord. That night, before going to sleep, I prayed once more on my own in private, without anyone looking.

Anyway, this is very exciting news! I'm happy that I get to share this with everyone who reads this blog, although I must confess that it is taking me a lot of guts to share my experiences and love for God like this.

Today is one of those Thursdays when I have to work the closing shift. At first I decided to be a good nerd and go to the library before work to get some work done, but then I thought, "I can just study at home." So I gave my metro pass to Annabelle so she can use it for today (for the past few months, for some reason, we've been alternating buying metro passes. She'd buy it one month and I'd buy it the next month and we'd just share it. I don't know why this ever sounded like a good idea).

Bad idea on so many levels.

First of all, my laziness got a hold of me and I ended up sleeping in like a sleep deprived child. I kept waking up to text Tabitha, and then dozing off again. Eventually, Matt was making so much noise with his stupid blackberry (that thing has ridiculous speakers, he was blasting music while he was in the shower and while he was downstairs and I could still hear it perfectly clear in my room), I had to get up.

I then told myself to be productive, which I was for a bit. I took pictures of oreos:

Since when was taking pictures of oreo's and eating them after somewhat productive?

Then I decided it was lunch time, so I made tea and heated two pogo's up (just like I can't say no to hotdogs, I can't say no to pogo's either) and sat down in front of my laptop to watch Modern Family.

I love Modern Family. I had to watch this weeks episode twice because it wouldn't load properly the first time, and I had to re-watch it again as it reloaded for the second time ... so this wasted a lot of time.

Eventually, I just had to check youtube to see who uploaded what (David Choi, Clara C., Mysteryguitarman, Jake & Amir, recaps of Glee ...)

An hour later, I was like, "I really should start studying, especially since everyone else is stressing out and I feel bad I can't sympathize with them."

But then ... I just had to check Meg Cabot's blog. Curses. I love Meg Cabot, she's an author who writes teen fiction. I am an avid reader of the Princess Diaries Series, I read it every now and then for a good laugh. You guys should read her blog, and I admit that because I've been following it for so long I've unconsciously copied her style.

After all these mishaps, here I am, blogging to let you know how much I've failed today.

Next week is reading week. I will definitely not be studying at home, I will suck it up and go to the library every day because being surrounded by dutiful students makes me want to study more, unless I end up being the only one in the library ... but I doubt this because it's U of T.

Hey Guys,

I’ve noticed a lot of guys in the past few days buying flowers, cards and gifts for their significant others. The other day I was buying tokens at Petro Canada and the guy in front of me was buying a Valentines Day card, and today I saw my coworker tiptoeing around with a bag from La Vie En Rose. Romance is definitely on everyone’s mind, but everyone has a different definition and approach when it comes to love.

Yesterday night, I went to an Anti-Valentines day party with Emily and Amy at 6 Degrees (this club at Eglinton and Yonge). Emily dared Amy and I to go up to one guy and start conversation. I instantly chickened out, not because everyone there was a lot older than us, or because I don’t know how to talk to guys, but because I’m old fashioned and I think it should be the guy who should approach the girl first.

Side note: Amy reminded me of the 5-second Stare last night, which I admittedly used to use on guys all the time. Basically, when a guy makes eye contact with you, you have to stare back for five seconds before looking away. This works like magic every time. Back in Jr. High, I had to go to summer school with my friends and there was one guy there from another school that I used to use the 5-second stare at (don’t ask why, I guess my 13 year old self was just a lot more daring). Eventually, it got to the point where every time we made eye contact we’d just grin at each other and he ended up having the biggest crush on me. But, as a characteristic of all Korean dramas, my friend had an even bigger crush on him so I gave up my 5-second game so she could have the guy. I am glad I stopped doing this.

Anyway, so I was following Emily and Amy around as they looked for guys to talk to, when all the sudden I hear someone from behind me saying “Excuse me, excuse me!”

I turn around and see this guy coming up to me. He said, “Hi, what’s your name?”

I contemplated giving him my fake name, which I should confess now is Jessica (When I’m at work and customers ask for my name I always tell them it’s Jessica. Dude, I don’t want them to know my real name). But then I stupidly gave this guy my real name, as I watched Amy and Emily give me questioning looks in the corner of my eye.

So this guy tells me his name, which I can’t remember but I think it starts with a B. Then he says, and guys, I’m sorry if this part makes you gag, “I think you’re really beautiful.”

CHEESE BALL ALERT. At this point, as he then started to babble about where he works and his age (I swear he said 37, but Amy heard 27 and he looks 25) I was just thinking of how to get rid of this guy.

Then he was like, “So why are you here?”

I answer truthfully, “Because my friends wanted to come.” Pause, and here I saw my chance of escape, “Do you want to meet them?”

Yeah, my plan of ditching this guy was to dump him on my friends. I’m smooth like that.

Ok, so, this guy was somewhat creepy and right away he did something sleazy by saying “you’re beautiful,” and some people do the 5-second look. Question is, what is the appropriate way of approaching someone without coming off as desperate and freaking out the person you’re talking to?

According to Emily, it has to be spontaneous, like running into someone down the street and casually just saying ‘Hi,’ and from there, maybe go out for coffee or something. Or maybe it can be a missed connection, where you’d see each other once and have such a deep impression of that person that the next time you run into them by accident again you ask them out. Some people just ask people out on dates right away after meeting them without getting to know the person first, which is not a good idea because the person you’re asking out won’t feel like he/she is anymore special to you than the person standing next to them.

I’ve actually given up this notion of accidentally running into someone and falling in love at first sight long ago. For me, it’s better if we’re just friends and then one day realize that maybe there’s something more to it. This method takes a lot longer since the friendship part can feel like forever, but I’m willing to wait.

Back to B. I’m not giving B enough credit because he is nice, just lonely and desperately wants a Valentine this year, plus he’s in Toronto by himself without family. (B is from India, he reminds me of Raj from BBT because he brought it up.) But even nice guys can come off as creepy when they don’t think before they talk.

So that was my adventure for the night. It was interesting. Valentines day is really that bad of a holiday; it’s a good way to express your love to the people in your life.

And different topic:

I was having brunch with my mom this morning, we skipped church because I had a headache from last night’s mishaps, and I suppose she just didn’t feel like going. I was reading the Sunday cartoons and there was a one-page advertisement for a writing contest. I immediately got inspired and exclaimed loudly: “I will enter this!”

My mom looks over at me and says, “Huh, you can’t even write.”

Gee, thanks for paying attention to what I do at school mom.

We’ll see what happens.

(Btw this post took me forever to write, I started this morning and only finished now. Don't know why, it takes me a lot faster to rant about Shakky than love. I didn't even want to post this, ah well! Oh and Lady Gaga ftw.)

Sups people,

I went out to lunch with Manley and Amy today (pictures following up on our adventure to be posted on fb soon) for the last day of Winterlicious at this Italian place called Joe Maggiano’s, Italian Stakhouse and Bar. The food was just ok in my opinion, nothing earth shattering. I ordered some dish with gnocchi, and the server, with a whole lot of attitude, told me that they ran out of gnocchi. This is like an Asian restaurant running out of soy sauce, or an eat all you can kbbq running out of kimchi. Unheard of, I know.

The gnocchi dish was the only vegetarian entrée on the menu for Winterlicious, so I settled for a chicken wrap instead. I’ve decided that every time there’s a vegetarian option in a menu I will go for that instead.

Nota Bene: (ISN’T THIS COOL? I love Latin. I got this phrase from reading The Moonstone, where the narrator kept saying ‘Nota Bene,’ which means ‘note well.’ I will be using this excessively from now on.) I swear the chickens are mad at me. Yesterday for dinner at Cecil, I ate chicken and my stomach started to hurt afterwards, then today in the library after having the chicken wrap, my stomach was in deep pain again! It all started with that damned McDonalds chicken salad.

The only thing I would recommend was the Chocolate Truffle Cake, which was pretty good. Amy ended up eating a lot of muscles and was disappointed not to find noodles in her entrée (I don't blame her, noodles are awesome). Not sure if Manley had any complaints, her entrée was steak and mash potatoes.

It was fun getting together with Amy and Manley. I’m very inspired by Manley because she has her own domain, I feel like I over asked her with questions about her site though. I was just overly impressed. I think I’m just generally impressed with people who have really interesting hobbies, because then I feel like I can relate.

So moving on (What is the Latin words for moving on?!? I must google this!)

Last week when I went to work, I was talking to my coworker named Darren about these essays he has to write. I was like “I can help you edit your essays if you email them to me.” (I don’t know why I do this/even offer to edit people’s essays. I’m not even very good with grammar.) My other coworker heard me say this and asked for my email as well so I can edit for her.

This got me thinking. I should seriously put that “Grammar for Dummies” book I have to use and read it. I usually pay this guy named Peter to edit my essays and he charges at least $30 per essay. IS THIS EASY MONEY OR WHAT. I should charge my coworkers to have their essay edited.

Interesting …

Ok kids, starting tomorrow, I’m going to dust that grammar book and crack it open. (Why do I always give myself uncessary homework?!)

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Grammar waits for no man. I just dusted the Grammar for Dummies book and here's a quick reminder for ya'll (because I would just be insulting your intelligence I accused you of not knowing this already).

Perfect tenses has, have or had are always attached to a verb, depending on the perfect tense: present perfect, past perfect, and future perfect. Here is how you use them:

Present Perfect links the past and the present:

Ex. Although she has devoured many different vegetables before, Tabitha has chosen to eat a rhubarb for breakfast.

Past Perfect places one event in the past before another event in the past.

Ex. Amy Tang had arrived at school long before she realized it was a snow day.

Future Perfect implies a deadline sometime in the future.

Ex. Before I wake up tomorrow, I will have dreamt of grammar rules dancing in circles because I am blogging about it at midnight when I should be sleeping.

I have my Monday night class in University College, where the wooden tables and chairs are linked together and the desks are slightly slanted. The chairs and tables are pretty small and short, which means that they're uncomfortable. I usually sit in the back with Emily and Alice, right beside the heater so I sometimes doze off because of the heat.

I was in the car today with my mom and dad, on our way to church, when my mom announces, for what seems like the hundredth time, that she's found a place to sell her baked goods.

Hey Kids! Nothing exciting has happened to me lately but I just drank a lot of coffee so I feel like incessantly typing, and what better place to type incessantly than here? (Horrah says I, because I don't think anyone else will be happy about my coffee induced rants.)

Then afterwards, Jessica Shay went to Cecil with Annabelle and I to visit Jennifer and for LH.

Ok, I will end this post with pictures:

Baking stuff in black and white

Snowing at 1 a.m., this was outside my house. I had to cross the street and stand under the street light to get better lighting.

Hershey Kiss overflow! I don't like how this picture is too glarry, was too lazy to fix it.

I say this every year, but this year for my birthday I'm going to make my relative get me photoshop. I've always been hesitant because I thought that I wouldn't use it, but I think I will use it since I'm doing this 365 thing now.