*Snap* Ok good *Snap* Ok good *Snap* Ok good

I'm still doing the 365 pictures project. I KNOW, I'm just as surprised as you are. I thought I would have given up by now. I've been taking a lot less pictures with my DSLR though, and have just been taking pictures with my point and shoot. I haven't updated in a while on fb since I've been too lazy though.

Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:

I went to Mandarin for my birthday, and they were selling a bottle of Lighthouse. Lolz. Annabelle looks cute in this picture.

During Muffin Madness last week at the Multi-Faith center, they got us folding cranes. Annabelle and Ariel are pros.

The Light House sign at Muffin Madness with some left over snowflake bookmarks to hand out.

Burts Bees lip balm from Hannah! I love Burts Bees.

Farts and Science.
I saw this at Sidney Smith today, I am still in awe by the dedication and time put into this.

Been drinking too much root beer lately. And no matter how many times I wash the plastic cover on top of my key board, it's still yellow. Ah well.

Ariel's lunch is a banana. Lol! This was taken during GST.

Here's Jessie's lunch: homemade pizza.

Tabitha pretending to be asleep with Scarlet in the background talking to Emily. I wonder if it's possible to be smiling when you're asleep.

Fake cinnabum pastry thing that Armin gave me for my birthday.

Annabelle studying at Gerstein.

Root beer again. I don't know what possessed me to take a picture of this. I think I was fascinated by how long and skinny my reflection was. (I am not a fan of my broad face)

A Haiku: 4am

Late at night we meet

4am not in my dreams
But up essaying

I'd rather meet you
Drooling on my pillow case
Snoring happily

We must stop meeting
Or I will get bangs under
My eyes tomorrow

Haikus entertain
Me, when my essay bores me,
Sleep I will soon be

Four little Monkies Running Wild

I'm suppose to be writing essays but whatever, I want to procrastinate and blog about family like John and Ariel.


I'm going to take a moment and expose Annabelle some more:
Every night before Annabelle goes to bed, I tuck her in. Don't judge! Annabelle always complains that we don't spend enough time together (because the one hour we spend commuting home every night isn't enough sister bonding time) so I've gotten into the habit of tucking her in at night. She secretly likes it, and it's things like this that makes me wonder why people often think Annabelle is older than I am since she's the bigger baby. Usually, I ask her how Vinay is doing so I actually know a lot more about Vinay than I probably should ...

Anyway, so I'm very happy to have a lot of siblings because they make my life entertaining. When I read Ariel's post about her siblings, her sisters life sounded a lot like mine.

I grew up with my grandparents in this HUGE old mansion type house that had a large gate around the property. In the front of the house there was a garden with a huge swing and parking space, and in the back they had 2 mini houses for the maids to live in. In the house lived my unmarried uncles and aunt at the time, and when they eventually got married, their spouse moved in temporarily with us.

My siblings (just Matt and Annabelle, Aaron wasn't born yet) would visit every Sunday after church and we'd have this big lunch. Matt was a cry baby; he cried, threw tantrums, and peed in his pants all the time. Annabelle was the smart one whom everyone fondled over.

This this and that happened, and I eventually moved in in my parents house shortly after Aaron was born. Aaron was a super fat baby, and we all bullied him because he always stole our toys. Our yaya's would be like "Stop bullying him, when he grows up he's going to beat you all up because he's going to be good looking!"

Because we all know that good looks beat people up.

I remember that I used to beat up Matt and Aaron a lot, since I was pretty much a bully. I also occasionally beat up Annabelle (either I was a really weird child or I had a serious case of eldest kid syndrome). Unfortunately, or I guess fortunately, I can't beat them up anymore, and when I attempt to this is what happens:

I was in my room the other day and Matt comes in and asks for something. I ignore him so he goes: "I don't know if you know this, but you're really pale. And look at your arms, they're so scrawny! I could beat you up if I wanted to."

I was all "Shut up. I'm going to get a tan in the summer!"

More mean words were exchanged, and then I attempted to push him and he pushed me back and I pushed him again and he pushed me and then Annabelle shouts: "I'm trying to study! Rawr!" Matt and I just evily glared at each other until he left.

Currently, Aaron is going through his hideous, rebellious teenage phase. The other day I caught him trying to be 'enlightened.' Um, what? He doesn't even know what this means. He usually stays in his room with the rabbit and only comes down when he needs to use the washroom or feed himself. I don't usually talk about Aaron in this blog because he's not as amusing as Matt or Annabelle. I have to say that he's very narcissistic though, since the yaya's were right: Aaron is good looking and he knows it. There's always some girl out there with a crush on him.

But Aaron is a lot like me, in a sense that he doesn't ask for help and tries to learn things for himself. Annabelle and Matt are more dependent on others.

And at home, we don't call each other by our first names unless you're the oldest or you want to get beaten up. So since I'm the oldest, I'm allowed to call everyone by their first names although when I was younger I called Annabelle 'Shobe' (I sometimes still do this) which means younger sister, I called Matt 'Shoti' which is younger brother and I just called Aaron 'Moses'. By the way, I'm butchering the spellings, I don't know how to spell it.

Matt and Aaron has to call Annabelle 'Ditchi' which is second oldest sister, and they all call me 'Atchi' which is oldest sister. Aaron has to call Matt 'Ahia' (spelling seriously butchered) which means older brother.

If they ever call me by my first name, I get creeped out. It sounds very weird. I was very surprised when I learned that my friends don't do this at home, I was like "What? They call you by your first names? Blasphemy! You should beat them up!"

So that's a tidbit of my siblings. I'm very lucky to have a lot of siblings since it makes life entertaining. I'm also lucky we've never gotten into any major fights, secretly I think we're all very fond of each other.

12/31/08

Down the Deep End

I think I've reached the point where I have so much work to do that I'm just ignoring everything. I've been so unwilling to do any kind of work that I've even put off blogging/writing in my diary, which is weird for me since documenting stuff down is like eating for some people.


I confessed today to Amy that yesterday, I spent at least 8 hours watching youtube videos. I'VE GONE DOWN THE DEEP END AND I MAY NEVER COME BACK UP.

You know those girls who are absolutely obsessed about k-pop and k-dramas to the point where they think they can speak Korean but actually can't and are absolutely annoying when they call guys 'Oppa'? I use to hate those girls since it seemed like such a shallow thing to obsess over. Although I've always been a fan of k-dramas and have probably watched more k-dramas than what's healthy (I've watched even the really crappy ones like Boys Before Flowers and My Princess. Not my fault Glee wasn't on), I've never been obsessed with k-pop.

Until ...

Ok I don't want to even go there. I think writing about unhealthy k-pop obsession here will make me more obsessed. (Since obsessively watching k-pop for 8 hours straight yesterday is not the right amount of obsessed already.)

Anyway, besides school, work is keeping me super busy. My manager is on leave for the next three months, which not only means more shifts for me, but it also means I have to be extra careful of everything I do at work. I've lost track of how many times my manager has saved my butt. If it wasn't for her, I would have probably been fired within my first month working there.

More shifts = more stuff to do = more panic = watching youtube videos for 8 hours.

Yeah ... I should probably find a better solution to dealing with stress.

Also, you know how when you write stuff down in confident, i.e. your diary, it becomes more real to you? Like, let's say you called someone fat. At the moment you said it, it didn't seem like a bit deal, but upon reflection, you realize that it was probably a rude and mean thing to say.

Dear Diary,
Today I called Tabitha fat. Now that I think about it, that was probably a mean thing to say. Tabitha is not fat.

It's the same thing as my k-pop obsession. If I start writing about how much I actually love - er - I mean, admire-in-a-non-creepy-way 2pm, I will become more obsessed. (Wait, is this how I started obsessing about Harry Potter...??)

WHICH IS WHY you guys should never write and talk about the person you like since it will only make you more obsessed over them. Just saying.

Moral of the story: if you ever find yourself watching youtube videos for 8 hour straight about one person, it means you're obsessed. Oh and don't call your friends fat.

How to know when you've been writing too many essays lately:

When you spot this sentence in your essay and you go WTH was I thinking??


This is one way to realize that we are consuming living things with brains. A mindless object does not have the reproduction system that produces waste. The amount of waste the chicken produces should be a wakeup call to everyone.

My pencil does not produce waste, therefore it is not a chicken!


Amazing love, I know it's true

Hullo blog,

So now that I am old, my grandma brought up a serious topic during dinner at Mandarin. She very seriously said: “Ann, you have to get married within two years.”

To which I responded, “I won’t even be done school then.”

She says, “But you should have kids before you’re 30. And I want to meet your boyfriend.”

Matthew, who had his face buried in the massive heap of food on his plate, pipes up and says, “Yunchi is no more!”

My grandma looked appalled. “Halla!* You guys broke up?!? When!”

“It’s very mysterious. Yunchi just disappeared.” Matthew says all mysterious like before continuing to stuff his face.

Apparently, I have a boyfriend named Yunchi who disappeared out of nowhere. Who knows what that’s about.

But even though I’m not going to take what my grandma says seriously because:

1) She never threatened me
2) Who gets married when they’re 24? (That’s like … Hannah getting married … you’re too young Hannah!)

it made me think of why I’m most likely going to disappoint my grandma by not tying the knot at the ripe old age of four and twenty:

1) I have no prospects
2) I haven’t met my Filipino fob yet
3) I have no prospects

But when I do get married, whenever that may be, I want to be just like Simon and Martina!

http://www.eatyourkimchi.com/

They're this awesome couple who went to U of T for English and are now in Korea teaching. They post youtube videos of their time there and random Korean stuff. They're best friends who go on adventures together with their green tailed dog.

Can't wait to be Mrs. Ann Oying. Get it? Hardee har har ... ok lame joke.

*Halla/hulla/?!? is something like ‘Egad!’ It’s a random thing my grandma always says when she’s in shock.

Barfday

I feel guilty because on two separate occasions tonight, Ariel and Hannah asked me what was wrong, and I either ignored them or answered nothing.


The truth is, I have this really weird, hard to describe feeling at the moment. I suspect it has something to do with my birthday. Every year, I have this tendency to not want to celebrate my birthday, but people always end up planning it for me, which is nice and sweet. I just don't like being the center of attention.

Examples of past birthdays where I didn't want to celebrate it but people planned a get together for me anyway:

1) My first birthday
I was a grumpy baby on my first birthday, I have pictures to prove my moodiness. Unfortunately for my one year old self, my parents and grandparents were especially excited for this celebration since I'm the first grandchild in the family.

2) My 17th birthday
I think it was my 17th birthday, the facts are a blur to me. I suppose I just blurred the memory in my head to suppress it. The nice thing was that Ting was with me though. Since her birthday is only a few days after mine, people combined our birthdays together and we all went out to eat/laser tag. In retrospect, this wasn't really that bad, but I've always considered my 17th birthday to have been terrible. I think it might have had something to do with my braces ...

3) That birthday I had two years ago
So two years ago, I didn't want to celebrate my birthday at all. Not sure why, I guess I was just getting out of my don't-look-at-me-I'm-in-my-hideous-rebellious-heartbroken-end-of-teenage-phase. Now that I think about it .... two years ago was my champaign birthday (champaign birthday=turning the same age as your birth day). I was extremely moody and didn't want to do anything, but it was a good thing that Amy Tang was around to save the day. She planned a surprise birthday party for me. (Thanks Amy)

4) That birthday I had last year
Amy Tang saved the day last year as well. I was actually planning on writing my essay on my birthday. Can you imagine how depressing that would have been?! Fortunately, Amy and Leo planned a surprise lunch. Hoorah. Anyway, I felt bad that Amy had to plan my birthday two years in a row so I vowed that I would plan my next birthday get together thing ....

Which would happen to be this year. But since I don't feel like celebrating my birthday again, I told Amy and Manley to NOT PLAN ANYTHING AT ALL COST since I will just postpone the celebration to April, when things are a little more sane.

Also, I've just been feeling super exhausted lately, which would probably account for my random bursts of moodiness (I'm sorry if anyone suffered because of this, but if you want to take a positive spin on this, I'm only ever moody with people I am super comfortable with, heh). I think this whole drinking lots of coffee and staying up all night writing wrong essays (refer to previous post) is taking a toll on me.

yawns.

Must sleep more... zzz

---Edit---
I forgot that I had wanted to jot down the recipe to the pasta salad I made today since Ariel is apparently super fond of pasta salads. It's super easy:

Ingredients:
1 Red/Green/Yellow pepper (depending on how you like it I guess, I think yellow is sweet and red is spicier)
Cherry Tomatoes
Extra Virgin Olive Oil
Pasta
Italian Salad dressing
1/2 an Onion

Other stuff you can dump in there:
Broccoli
Olives
(just don't add too many vegetables or else it gets tedious to eat)

Directions:
1) Chop up the vegetables.
2) Boil and cook pasta. Before the water boils, add oil and mix it up so the pasta won't stick together.
3) Drain Pasta and add a bit of the extra virgin olive oil.
4) Stir fry the vegetables a bit, unless you guys want to eat it raw. (FYI to cooking noobs: you don't have to stir fry the cherry tomatoes)
5) Mix pasta and vegetables together.
6) Add salad dressing and serve!

I think pasta salad is supposed to be served cold, but it tastes fine when it's freshly prepared.

Like Big Rolling Kegs

I just had a very failed moment.


I was tip tapping along on my laptop, writing my essay, furiously trying to come up with words to string together that would sound remotely understandable, when, for some reason, I decided to consult my essay topic to make sure I was on the right track AND LO' AND BEHOLD -

I was writing the wrong essay!!!!!!

!!!!!!RAWR!!!!!!

I blame Glee. I was watching this weeks episode, and because Kurt and Blaine finally decided to make out, my brain exploded with all these weird homoerotic theories all the sudden, since that's what my essay is about. I got all pumped up after the episode and started writing the essay since I thought I was writing about Judith Butler when I was actually suppose to be writing about Eve Sedgwick.

Argh!!!

I'm actually really terrible though. Last year I took this queer literature class where I had to read all these homosexual novels (if you guys ever need to read a homosexual book just ask me, I actually have a weird collection of them) and ever since then I've been convinced that I knew everything about being gay/a lesbian.

Being in that class was interesting. My friend pointed out a few key things on how to look like a lesbian:

1) Piercings
Have a lot of piercing's either one ear, or both. And it doesn't have to be in your ear, it can be anywhere on your face/body. (Also, I didn't know this, but the skin on your face moves as you age, so if you have an eyebrow piercing, it will shift and get lower as you age. WEIRD.)

2) Short hair
Or just have cool spunky hair.

3) Tattoos
Not exactly sure what kind of tattoo, but I'm guessing something that would make people think of their erotic self-ignorance.

4) Dress as if you belong to neither gender
This could include wearing mans clothes, or odd accessories, to not wearing certain undergarments. Yeah, it was really awkward sometimes, because these girls could come to class without certain undergarments and it'd be really obvious because they'd be wearing thin mens shirts...

Yeah ... this post is getting awkward. I'm going to restart the essay.... sigh .....

Tick Tock on the Clock, But the Party won't Stop, Noo-oO-Oo

I usually stay up late at night because I 'supposedly' get the most work done at this time. But I'm starting to think that this is just an excuse to stay up late at night because I'm too lazy to go to bed (taking laziness to a whole new level).


This what usually happens:

10:30-12:00: After a long hard day on campus (more like, after a long day of fighting off sleep in the library. Oh funny story: the other day I got a text from Annabelle saying "My own snore just woke me up in the library! I am officially mortified!") this is my t.v. relaxation/stuff face with instant noodles time.

"You're going to get sodium poisoning" says Matthew as he ingests 10 pounds of protein shake.

12:00-12:10: Make instant coffee

12:10-12:20: Chug instant coffee

12:30: Finally hyper/awake. Get started on essay outline.

12:45: Still working.

1:00: Still working, but attention span drifting.

1:10: Decide I need to brainstorm a bit, pull out pocket mirror and plucker and start plucking eyebrows.

1:20: Get bored of facial hair, back to writing outline.

1:40: Stuck. Pull out nail polish and debate whether to paint my nails purple or blue. After debating with myself one minute too long, I pick blue and start painting nails.

1:50: Realize nails are wet and cannot write, turn on laptop to do research for another class.

1:55: Get bored of research, email group pretending I've done sufficient research by asking for suggestions and request we meet up with the professor and ask her what she thinks.

2:00: Feeling slightly accomplished, I decide I deserve to watch youtube videos.

2:45: Realized I wasted too much time. Stupid youtube. I want to get back to work, but I am loosing self motivation. Decide to blog instead.

2:50: Eat an egg tart. Still blogging.

3:00: Finish blogging. Wishing I had more egg tarts.

Hypothetically, 3:00-4:00: should be WORKING HARD ON ESSAY, but the coffee will most likely stop working around 3:30 and I will pass out then. By then, I will have conquered being too lazy to get ready for bed.

Ninja Pork, Being Happy and Winning

I accidentally ate meat during dinner tonight. This does not count as cheating! Invisible, shredded pork hiding in what seemed like vegetarian japchae is plain old trickery. Here's how it went down:

My grandma asked what I wanted for dinner for our weekly dinner date. I told her that I didn't want any meat, since I am not consuming meat anymore (I'm not going to use the word vegetarian since Emo Ann refuses to use labels. Plus, the word 'vegetarian' has negative connotations like the word 'feminist' as I experienced the other night when I went out for pho with Josh, Eddie and Hannah after LH. Hannah went to the washroom, and Josh started talking about how Hitler was a vegetarian, and used that as the reason as to why he was so loco. "There's a clear connection right there!" Josh said as I ordered vegetable spring rolls ... ).

Anyway, getting off topic. So I told my grandma I didn't want any meat, which she was happy to hear since it turns out that she is also reducing her meat intake (hoorrah for cool grandmas :D). Because she said this, I assumed everything was going to be vegetarian tonight.

Lesson learned: Never assume. Always smell, poke and eyeball very carefully before consuming.

So I happily pilled up the japchae on my plate and started eating. When I was halfway done I noticed the shredded pork lurking like undetectable ninja's on my plate! I immediately yelled "There's meat in this!"

My grandma says sorry, and my dad starts yelling at me. "So what if there's meat! It's not going to kill you! What will happen if you eat meat, huh? Tell me! Nothing, that's what! It's just meat! God made these things for you to eat ... blah blah blah ..."

It's no wonder I never tell my dad anything. Totally unsupportive and 100% annoying. I spent the rest of dinner sulkily picking out the shredded pork, feeling guilty that I let myself down. Boo. But I cheered up when my grandma dished out the peanut balls.

Moving on:

I was just thinking about the quote I heard from Dream High, the Korean Drama, today at work: (It roughly sounds like this, the last part is definitely wrong.)

"There are two kinds of happiness: One is where you realize you're happy after the event, and the other is when you realize you're happy at the moment. This kind of happiness is momentarily, but when you do, then you're really happy."

This made me realize that I am happy at the moment. I think when I graduate, I will miss being an undergrad. This time of our lives is short but probably the only time when we'll ever be so free in life, without being constrained by anything. We can do whatever, dream whatever and go wherever we want.

My mom has this thing where she believes in good energy. Apparently, when she thinks of something good, like winning the lottery, it happens (she won the lottery once). I was drinking my Tim Horton's coffee, thinking of that happy quote, and was about to roll up the rim when I remembered my mom's weird theory. I decided to think that I was going to win. I rolled up the rim and it said ...

Gagnez un beigne!

Booyah! Boston Cream here I come!
(I have yet to meet someone else who's as enthusiastic about Boston Cream doughnuts as I am.)

1 Corinthians 15:1-8

Hey Guys!

Remember how during the winter break I said I would make a stop-motion video but never got around to doing it? I finally got around to making one, though this one doesn't have post-it's involved. This is for the presentation Tabitha and I had to do for LH:


There are actually a lot of mistakes with this video.
1) The shadows in the pictures
2) I missed a line for one of the verses
3) Somewhere near the end, it's suppose to be 'was' not 'were'
4) The music ended up being extremely repetitive :( While editing, it didn't as repetitive to me as it did when we presented it

Oh well, will learn from my mistakes for next time.

It took Tabitha and I two hours to take the pictures, which really isn't that bad. I thought it'd take a lot longer. Processing it in imovie was an experience, since I've never used the program before, but it didn't take that long overall. The one complaint I have is the quality of the video after I uploaded it to youtube, for some reason it looks a lot duller than it is when I play it on my laptop.

But whooo for learning.

Global Warming

Hey Guys,


As you have all probably heard, a tsunami in Japan after an 8.9 magnitude earth-quake off coast. Although the word tsunami originated from Japan since the country has been known to be tsunami bound, this is not the first time the news has reported of a tsunami devastating a country. Other countries such as Bangladesh, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, to name a few, have recently been hit by tsunamis as well.

One question we should all be asking ourselves is why there seems to be a sudden surge of natural disasters lately. There is no one answer because the world is a global organic being where one change in the chain flow of things could result with devastating consequences.

I.e. mass clearing the rainforest to grow crops. The rainforests are the worlds lungs, if we keep destroying them then the temperature will rise since the rainforests breath in the CO2 emissions.

This example leads me to the tired old argument we've all heard before: global warming. It annoys me when people tell me that global warming doesn't exist, that it's all a hoax to get money our of our pockets. But the truth is, it's very real.

Back to the rainforest example. If the rainforests are being cleared, the temperature will rise, which will cause the polar ice caps to melt. This has already led to a 12 percent sea level rise. The polar ice caps have been here for ages, since the last ice age. Just think about how old that is. Now that it's melting, and is predicted to be completely gone in the next few years, this is causing serious changes in the environment.

The polar ice caps reflects back the suns harmful UV rays. If the polar ice caps were to disappear, there will be nothing to reflect the UV rays and it will end up heating the ocean instead. If the oceans start to warm, the methane residing under the ice will rise up. Methane is a more potent greenhouse gas than C02, and will cause the temperatures to rise faster.

This sounds all sounds extremely devastating, and I know I've blogged about it before but I wanted to re-blog it to remind you all again! There are things you can do in your everyday lives to help slow down this process, and I'm afraid that you guys won't like the solution.

Cut down your meat intake!

I will rant again: right now we're producing enough food to feed the entire worlds population. So why are there still starving kids in Africa? That's because most of the food produced go to feed livestock. This means, that when they clear off the rainforest to build crops, the crops goes to feed pigs, chickens, and cows. Not only does sound absolutely ridiculous, but the livestock consuming the grain can't even enjoy it. They are trapped in inhumane conditions, and most of them have never seen sunlight. They are abused, frightened and trapped. Also, cows produce a lot of methane, which as you already know, will heat up the environment faster than C02.

Knowing this, I've already cut down my meat intake, as hard as it is. I've been eating less meat for the past few months, but since lent started I have stopped eating meat altogether even though there's a lot of temptations.

The other day when I came home, the first thing Aaron said to me was "There's a lot of chicken in the fridge!"

I looked in the fridge and he wasn't joking, we had bbq wings, an entire whole roasted chicken, and drumsticks.

I close the fridge door and Matthew is there eating a drumstick, taunting me by saying, "Chicken is goood!!"

I overcame the temptation by yelling at the two of them and making instant noodles. (Instant noodles never fails to be by my side.)

So far, my meat free diet is going well. I haven't been starving, like I predicted I would be, and I've actually been getting more than enough protein. (Natalie was telling me how her friend suddenly went vegetarian and fainted because she didn't have protein at all. After hearing this, I freaked out and bought a can of beans. BEANS ARE EXPENSIVE. Will stick to tofu from now on.)

This experience is also teaching me to experiment with food. Here are some recipes that are as random as my posts here on this blog:

Kimchi Fried Rice
I love kimchi, and I always have a tub of it at home. I'm sure there are other ways to make kimchi fried rice, but this is my own version of it. All you need is:

Onions
Oil
Rice (I used brown rice)
Kimchi
Eggs
Salt/pepper

Mix it all in a pan and voila! Awesomeness.

Black Bean Tofu
This one took me ten minutes to prepare to cook. All you need is:

Black Bean paste (probably a staple in every asian household)
Tofu
Onion/Garlic (depends on how you like it)
Oil

I fried the tofu up a bit with the oil first, then added the onion in. Afterwards I just added the black bean paste. Just make sure you don't add too much black bean paste or else it will end up extremely salty.

Enoki Mushrooms
I saw these at T&T and it said 'organically grown in Canada.' Plus, it was on sale, buy two for the price of one, so I snagged two.

Two ways to cook this:

The first way I did this was very simple:
Onion
Enoki Mushrooms
Salt
Pepper

Dump them all in the pan and mix it. We've all done this before.

The second way I did this was better:
Eggs
Enoki Mushroom
Salt
Pepper
Parmesan Cheese
Onion
Oil

First, scramble the eggs with the parmesan cheese, along with salt and pepper. Heat up the oil then fry the onions. Add in the enoki mushrooms until it shrivels up a bit, before dumping the egg on top. The parmesan cheese made it smell awesome. Keep mixing until it's cooked.

And voila, three completely random, easy, meat-free recipes.
The only thing I have to cut back on this diet though is my consumption of tea (I probably drink 4 cups of green tea a day T.T) and coffee since it apparently hinders your body from absorbing the zinc in your foods.

Even if you guys don't decide to become vegetarians, I would seriously recomend cutting down on your meat intake. It really isn't that hard to do :)

The Dog with a Bad Bark

Today's perpetually terrible weather of half rain half snow, which eventually just turned into plain rain, made me realize two things:


a) That my boots are not waterproof
b) That the snow/rain not only managed to create puddles and lakes where there shouldn't be, but that sometimes, the weather really does reflect what we feel inside. Shakky would call this pathetic fallacy, but I would also like to call this a reflection of people's 'quarter life crisis.'

There are only a few weeks of classes left, which is not a good thing for me. It's not that I love my classes so much that I refuse to let go of them, it's the fact that I feel as if I need more time to redeem myself. We all get bad grades, but we wouldn't be beating ourselves up over these grades if it didn't prevent us from achieving our ultimate life goals.

Today at lunch, we got to the topic of what we want to do after we graduate. You'd think that by the time you get to your upper years in university, you'd at least have an idea of what you want to do for the rest of your life. The fact is, deciding what you want for a career isn't a decision that will just land on your lap as you sit by idly thinking, you have to be actively looking for it.

I was having lunch with Jessie, Tabitha, Selina and Lynette, who had to leave early because she was taking her grad photos, and we were pretty much despairing over the fact that we don't have a clear picture of how our life will unfold.

Some people say that knowing exactly what is going to happen in your life would make it boring and unexciting, but personally, I think I'd be happier knowing how my life will be laid out, that way I won't have to go through a quarter life crisis trying to figure it out for myself.

Later on, after I was done my classes for the day, I braved the crappy weather and went to Tim Hortons, where I ran into Jane and Scarlet. We ended up having coffee together. I wasn't aware that Jane and Scarlet were friends until this point, and I suspected that the reason why Jane met up with Scarlet was to ask her why she hasn't been to church lately. (Jane is super caring.)

Since Jane is at OISE, we started to grill her about her practicum and her students. Scarlet advised Jane to develop a mean attitude and be tough with the kids, and threaten them with surprise essays and quizzes, since Jane is apparently too nice. I asked Jane why she wanted to be a teacher, and she said that it was because she wanted to be a positive role model to kids who needed guidance.

She made me feel a bit better about my mini (not yet full blown) quarter life crisis. This is all very stressful though, and I'm not the only one experiencing this.

Random story:

Last night, I was lying wide awake in bed, since it was only 1am, which is two hours earlier than my usual bed time, when suddenly I heard someone heaving heavily. I thought it was my mom for a second, but quickly realized that it was coming outside of my window. As the heaving got heavier and heavier, weird thoughts started to enter my head, when all the sudden it stopped and was replaced by a "Gacchhhh spit spit Gachhhhhh" sound (it's kinda like the sound someone makes when they're gurgling, only more gruesome).

I was extremely freaked out, because it was obviously someone throwing up outside my house. The heaving, followed by the Gacchhhh sound, went on for a good ten minutes. I was concerned that it was on of my brothers, since let's face it, teenage boys will always make stupid decisions, so I went downstairs to check up on them and heard them rustling in their beds.

It was probably just my neighbour. I've always been oddly suspicious of them, probably because I don't even know their last name. In the summer, I would always hear a moan outside my window in the middle of the night. It sounds like a little girl moaning, but it could just be a dog with a bad bark.

The dog with a bad bark is kind of like today's weather: they both don't know what they want to be. The dog sounds like a little girl, and the rain is pretending to be snow, and we undergrads pretend that all the worlds a stage, when really, we're merely on a platform.

Leadership

Coincidentally, the essay I’m writing this week is whether or not it is necessary for a good king to be a good person, which relates to what John’s latest ramble (I mean, um, well executed and coherent blog post. Only kidding with you John, heh heh) was about.

The constitution of a great leader involves many aspects. Lately, I’ve come to realize that an important trait to have is to have good rhetoric in order to emotionally engage the people you are addressing. An over used example of a person who used rhetoric to his advantage would be Hitler.

I wish I had good rhetorical skills so everyone I talk to will think I’m always right, even if I’m absolutely wrong.

Me: Good friends, sweet lovers, I stand before you today to speak of the ignorance we have lived under. Do not rush in a sudden wave of revolt. We should take this ignorance to our advantage to educate those in the dark. They don’t know about our private grieves, but it’s time to make it plain and blunt to them. I love rice, and you love rice, and this is something you and I both know. The plain fact is, rice grows under the sun. Now friends, do not stir from what I have to say next – the sun, as we all know is yellow. But where I the sun, and the sun me, there is only the colour yellow. Give rise to your spirits and put these words on your tongue: people say Asians are yellow because we need the yellow sun to grow rice, which we eat a lot of.

Friend: That makes absolutely no sense.

You guys get the point.

But being rhetorical doesn’t answer whether or not it’s important for a good king to be a good person. My personal thought on this is ‘no.’ You can’t be a good person and a good king at the same time.

Fictional Example: (because I can’t think of a non-fictional example…)

Henry from Shakespeare’s Henry V. Henry is good at manipulating people’s thoughts and minds, even that of his enemies, which if you think about it, is not a very nice thing for someone to do. But Henry is heroic, although ruthless. He abandons his friends, and puts them to death in order to uphold the law. He knows he is responsible for an entire nation, so he puts his personal feelings and conscience aside to do what is best.

Being a good king means you might be lonely since your position will keep you from being a likable man.

So that’s my two cents. Tomorrow is the start of lent, and although I’m not Catholic, I am going to be giving up meat for ethical reasons. I can already tell this is going to be painful. I’m going to gorge on roast beef as a farewell meal.

Overflow

Out of sheer boredom and curiosity, I googled 'Why Asians ...' and saw that some of the top searches were:


Why Asians are good at math
Why Asians are bad drivers
Why Asians are smart
Why Asians are short

and best of all:

Why Asians are Yellow

I don't know about you guys, but I've always thought people called us yellow because the sun is yellow, and we need the sun to grow rice, which we eat a lot of. Coincidentally, rice is awesome and everyone loves rice, so by that definition, everyone has yellow fever. True fact.

(Uh, since when did I become a rice specialist?)

Annabelle mentioned today that she wished Vinay had a blog, because that way she can see what is really on his heart.

Luke 6:46
The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.

This is why it's interesting to read other people's blogs, since no one will blog about something they don't care about. Obviously, this not only applies to what people blog about, but also how they act and speak when you're with them.

I think if Vinay had a blog, he'd rant a lot about how much he hates U of T (understandable). And by reading the things I ramble about here, you can tell I care about

1) Harry Potter
2) ...
3) .... being lazy
4) .... ..... Mr. M?

It's hard to define. Manley has a food blog, Betty has a shopaholic blog, Amy Tang has a 'didn't get enough sleep tonight' blog, Hannah's blog is educational and Jacob's blog is about his walk with God.

I wish my blog could be more like Jacob's, or had one coherent thought.
Or maybe the one coherent thought on this blog is 'the random things that goes on in Ann's brain.'

Ok bed time, it's 4 in the morning and I'm wide awake because I am a night owl O.O
This is the perfect time to finish reading Leviticus.

Yellow T-Shirts

Mary came to LH the other night. I haven't had a chance to talk to her since then until today at work.


We all had to wear these yellow 'kid cancer awareness' t-shirts today, someone commented that we all looked like little chickens running around. Not everyone wore the shirts though, but since I work beside the office I had to wear one. It felt like I was working at a day camp.

I was worried that Mary wasn't wearing a yellow t-shirt, so eventually I told switchboard that I was going over to her department and to page me if there was a customer looking for me. I ran into Mary midway, and she told me she was just on her way to see me.

It turns out, she was wearing a yellow shirt. I wanted to see if people could tell us apart, so I said to Chris, "Hey Chris can you tell us apart?"

He was like, "No way what? There's two Mary's? How can this be, I can't tell you two apart! Who's who!" *Rolls Eyes.* Ok I admit, Mary and I don't look that alike anymore ever since I cut my hair and started to look like I'm 12 again.

(The other night Annabelle was offended that I said Mary looked more like me than she did, she got all snarky and was like "You guys don't even look alike!"

To which I answered, "You suck!"

If you guys have siblings you'd understand this exchange of verbal abuse.)

So Mary brought up the subject of LH, I didn't even have to say anything. She said that she wasn't expecting so many people there and it was kind of overwhelming, and how cool it was that everyone just kept on talking. I was about to ask her what she meant by that, when all the sudden I heard switchboard paging me to go back to my department.

Have you guys ever seen Chariots of Fire? Me neither. But I always imagined that it would go down something like this:

As soon as I heard the page, I was like, "Crap! Gotta go!" I turned around, all dramatic like, and started speed walking. Chris and Michelle were behind the cash desk with their fingers pointing towards my department, saying "Tsk tsk Ann!!" and wagged their fingers at me. I start running and half way there I hear Valerie yell "Run Ann Run!" I get to my department only to realize that the customer only wanted to know where the bathroom was. Fail.

Yeah, my life is so undramatic it's a good thing my imagination is generous enough to twist my memories.

So that was it. I should probably text Mary and make her tell me what she meant.

Anyway, March is underway and I am starting to panic. Everything is due soon and I have barely begun anything. I will drink more of my magic coffee potion and ignore sleep tonight.

---Edit---
Weirdest thing happened, I was typing this when Mary texted me. Apparently she meant that she is amazed at people who can speak as if they're reading off of something.

---Edit Edit---
One of the things that Mary had to take a picture of for her internship was a picture of two people talking, where one person has their head bent down, looking stressed. Armin and I modeled for her last Friday. She just emailed me the pictures now, and, as you can see, I do not make a good model at all since I couldn't stop laughing.

(This picture reminded me that I should probably wash my orange scarf soon ...)
Fob-ing it up

Abandon Ship

I've always been a fan of regency novels, which was most of what I read back in high school, especially ones that were geared for teens such as Victoria and the Rogue, and Nicola and the Viscount by Meg Cabot. This came in handy, especially since most of the novels I have to read for my classes are from the Victorian period in England.


Lately, I've been reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy (this is the novel I was complaining on having to do a presentation on). In short, it's about a young woman, named Tess, who gets assaulted by this guy named Alec. She ends up marrying Angel Clare, who
abandons her because of the assault. Then Alec convinces her that her husband will never come back for her, so Tess becomes his mistress. Turns out, Angel Clare does return after realizing he was wrong for abandoning her and Tess ends up murdering Alec. She runs off with Angel Clare, only to have the police arrest with her and have her hanged (or something like that, I'm not too sure what the ending is since I haven't exactly finished it, heh).

And lately, I've been watching Downton Abbey, a period drama series set in England before the start of WWI (in the first season that is). It's such a good drama. In this series, Lady Mary takes a lover, and when Matthew, her suitor-cousin (back in the days when people were allowed to marry their cousins, creepy) proposes to her, she decides that she will tell him about her lover.

Her grandmother, the Countess of Grantham, says something like, "Must she tell him? Everyone only tells half the story when they get married." (Btw, the actor who plays the Countess is the same actor who played Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter.)

Which got me thinking. Is it absolutely necessary to tell your future spouse everything? Or is it enough to just tell half the truth? What if, like Angel Clare, they abandon you? I'm pretty sure Matthew is going to abandon Mary when he hears that she hasn't been virtuous.

This sounds like a pretty daunting task. I almost feel like I have to just hand Mr. M. a list and be like, "Here you go, read it and weep. Let me know if you decide to abandon me before the wedding day so I can cancel the hall in time to get the deposit back."

I suppose it's good to have an open relationship and be truthful, but I almost feel like it isn't necessary to have to tell them everything about the past. I know you guys are going to disagree with me, and I think even Joshua Harris wrote against this in Boy Meets Girl.

It's kind of like this:
Let's say one day you meet someone new. Before you decide you guys are best friends, you give them a warning:

Me: So, just so you know, before we become bosom buddies and best friends for life, I tend to steal from my friends. In the past I've stolen their pokemon cards, Harry Potter dvd's and cool pencils from their pencil cases. Also, one time I blackmailed a friend into buying me this expensive Coach bag. And this one time I made a friend cry by calling her fat, because, let's face it, she really was fat. You still in?

Friend: Uh, sorry, but that other person over there looks like they'd make a better friend than you. [Abandons ship]

Also, this is like being in a relationship and you dig up your partners past relationships before you. Once you find out who that person is, you facebook stalk them and obsess over them and the places they went and the things they did, which is not healthy (don't lie kids, you've all done this, even if it was only a crush).

I'd say, selectively spill the beans, but not all of it at once.

Laziness Prevention Action Plan

As is obvious, I love blogs and blogging, which is why I’m super happy that everyone has been blogging a lot lately. Whoooo. =D

Also, as you guys are aware, I have been battling laziness for over 20 years. Though I haven’t been able to come up with a cure as of yet, there are some ways to prevent laziness from impacting your life:

Laziness Prevention Action Plan

1) Drink lots and lots of coffee. Actually, any kind of caffeinated drink will do, just don’t drink too much Red Bull at once or else you’ll get a heart attack. My personal choice is coffee though, since Red Bull tastes like cherry cough syrup to me. Consuming caffeine will make you extra hyper-productive, sitting still watching T.V will no longer be an option because you’ll be too jittery.

The ideal time in the day to drink coffee would either be in the morning, or if you’re a sleepaholic like I am, to drink it before bed. Why? This brings me to point number two.

2) If one of the more severe symptoms of laziness in your life is sleeping too much, something I suffer with constantly, there are several ways to prevent this.

i) Live with really loud people.
ii) Go to bed earlier.
iii) Drink coffee before going to bed. If you’re like me and you can fall asleep in any situation, drinking coffee before bed will prevent you falling into deep sleep which will help you wake up earlier in the morning.

3) Surround yourself with people who are not lazy. Need to nerd out? Study in the library where everyone else is studying, that way their productive brainwaves will hopefully have an impact on you. Need to do well in school? Don’t go to U of T.

4) Drink lots and lots of water, that way you’ll be constantly running to the bathroom, which would account for ‘exercise.’ Studies have shown that people who exercise are not prone to being lazy.

I hope these tips will help you guys.
Good luck.

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