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1 Skit, 2 Eddies, and 3 Projects in March

Back in high school, my friends and I use to have these journals that we would pass around with each other every week. So one week I would have Ting's journal, and she would have Kirsten's, and Kirsten would have mine, etc. Then we would spend the week writing notes to each other.


For example, I would write, "Dear Ting, today in history class my teacher's breath smelled bad." (This is true, my history teacher's breath would often stink and he would talk really close to you if you sat in front of the class.)

It was cute, and I still have them today. I became obsessed with them and wrote something everyday (kind of like how I blog very often ...), whereas everyone else would write something once a week. I guess it was because of this that I became known as somewhat of a writer, and everyone just assumed I was good at writing because I did it so often.

So today I went to the Church at Sheppard (my dad is gone for two weeks on some trip, more on this later) and sister Shirley approached me. She told me that they are having an event for kids in March, and as she and some other people were writing skits for the kids, my name came up.

She said, "Then your name came up and people said you were good at writing, I was wondering if you wanted to help out with writing the skit?"

I was like, "Ok! I'll also bake cookies!" (A while back in December I employed Amy Tang into helping me bake cookies for the kids for the Church and then made Hannah help me decorate them because sister Jane asked me to bake cookies. So uh, Amy Tang and Hannah you're helping me again this time, lol.)

I really don't know why people think I'm good at writing. I use to think I was good at writing, until I went to U of T and realized how much I sucked. And I don't know why I volunteered to bake cookies without her asking me to. Man ... me and my big mouth. I guess I just assumed she wanted me to bake cookies since apparently everyone thinks I bake because I took a lot of pictures of food. I suppose people assuming I can bake is like them assuming I can write well. (I really cannot bake, one time in the summer I made muffins for this bbq and forgot to add sugar, then while I was making the Domo Kun cookies I added too much salt.)

Anyway, it's nice to know that people can rely on me when they need me. It's also nice to know that people think I am talented when ... I'm just obsessive. (Like I've mentioned before, I have this obsessive need to narrate my life.)

Now that I think about it, there are a lot of things going on in March ...
1) The skit and baking
2) My mini photograph presentation with Tabitha
3) First day of spring
4) All my papers are due in March

Moving on: Matt Gip just recently mentioned this in his blog and it reminded me about something I forgot to blog about: It's really a small world.

The other night during Snowflake Soiree, I met this guy named Eddie (this is another Eddie, he's different from the Eddie who gave me the Bible.) who looked like he was still in high school but is actually in 2nd year at Ryerson for Biology. It turns out, Eddie went to Vaughan Secondary School as well AND lives within walking distance from me, AND we have some mutual friends AND works at the Swiss Chalet beside where I work.

Small world huh?

Basically, the Eddie who gave me the Bible, has a friend named Marcus, who went to Ryerson in his first year and switched out in his second year and is now in the same program as the Eddie who gave me the Bible. Marcus met Eddie who went to Vaughan S.S. at Ryerson and kept in touch. Marcus started coming to LH through the Eddie who gave me the Bible and brought Eddie who went to Vaughan S.S. to the Snowflake Soiree and that's how we met, but it's really strange how Marcus' Eddie lives right beside me and went to the same high school as me. SMALL WORLD.

So in short, Eddie has a Marcus and Marcus has an Eddie.

This is just like how Charlene, Annabelle's coworker, and Ariel have mutual high school friends from China, because you know, China is such a small place (I'm being sarcastic).

Next thing you know, I'll meet someone from my old elementary school from Philippines. That'd be pretty cool actually.

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Snowflake Soiree and Among Other Things

Tonight, we had a dinner event called the Snowflake Soiree, which I would say was successful. I would have to admit that planning it was a bit stressful, but it all worked out in the end! Yesterday night, I was in an extremely bad mood so I wrote this extremely depressing blog post (thankfully I never posted it) because I felt like there were too many things that needed to get done that wasn't getting done.


But I really didn't have anything to worry about (I shouldn't have been worried in the first place) since everything worked out for the best in the end.

I'm really pleased since I got a Bible. Basically, during dinner we had raffle prizes for random people, and Eddie won a Bible and Tim Hortons gift card from the raffle draw. At the end of the night, he said he didn't want the Tim Hortons gift card so I grabbed it from him before Hannah could (sorry Hannah, I was being selfish) and then he said he didn't need the Bible so I grabbed that one from him instead of the gift card (which went to Hannah, so I guess it all worked out for the best? Heh).

Before this, I really didn't own a Bible. I know, this sounds weird to hear. All I had was that small New Testament Bible I got on clubs day from C4C.

The reason I don't own one kind of a long story. Before the Church split, I had one but I got it wet so the pages got stuck together. Then, I kind of stopped going to Church for a while afterwards, so I never bothered to buy a new one. When I started to regularly attend the meetings again, I didn't see the need to buy one for myself because I had that free Bible from clubs day.

Also, Colin (HIHI COLIN) won a Bible as well, so now we have the same Bible. Colin, you better be reading it.

So now that the Snowflake Soiree is done, I can cross that off my list and move on to my next project on my list.

Last point: Often, when we meet someone new, the general thought is, "I wonder what I can get from this person," otherwise we wouldn't bother continuing the friendship. It may be that we can get a good time out of this person, or a favor, or just basic human companionship.

Instead, our thought should be, "I wonder how I can help and contribute to this person's life." So instead of just wanting friendship from this person, we should be a friend to this person, or if we want a favor from this person, contribute a favor to this person, and this way, you will be happy.

This is kind like that saying, "the more you give the better you'll feel," type thing. The Metro has basically been printing out articles on 'happiness' lately, which made me wonder whether people in today's society need to learn to be 'happy.'

If that's the case, I figured I should as well share my on tidbit on 'how to be happy.'

Word of caution: before contributing to someone else's life, make sure that that person will reciprocate and want your contribution in the first place, or else you'll just end up unhappy that you wasted your time and effort on this person. True story.

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Beware: Reading this post will waste exactly 1 minute of your life

Lately, I feel like I know everything about what people are doing, but nothing exciting is happening to me personally. I guess this is what I had been asking for, I had always just wanted to be a bystander observing the funny things people do and listen to the funny things people say. But sometimes, just being a bystander gets a little boring. I don't want to do anything though, because I feel like it's not my turn do do anything.


I think I'm making no sense, but that's ok because I think you guys are used to that by now.

The other day I just realized that my friend, Liz, is 25. I thought she was younger than me since she said she was in 2nd year and she looked younger than I did. She's one of those girls who are extremely fashionable and can get away with winged blue eye liner. She dresses in a very chic modern way that's not flashy but looks put together and always has antique looking rings and necklaces. And to top it off, she has a really impressive nail polish collection.

I don't know why I'm mentioning my girl crush to you guys, I guess it's because it's a mystery to me how she can stay so fashionable all the time. Due to the recent incident with the hydrogen peroxide and because of the weather, I've been donning my glasses, big puffy sweaters and have been tying my hair in an un-excusable bun lately. I am starting to feel very frumpy and unattractive (not that I had much to work with in the first place).

That's it ... I have to start wearing my contact lenses again.
Frumpy Ann = Lazy Ann (your clothes portrays your attitude and mood)
Ok, this is such a useless post, I don't even know why I'm writing this. This is just me talking to myself at midnight.

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How Not to Act Needy in a Relationship

Lately I feel like I've been saying sorry to a lot of people for ignoring them. One of these people being Mona.

Basically, I stopped talking to Mona for a while, which I thought was no big deal because we're just friends, and I really didn't think the world would stop if I suddenly didn't text her for one day. Well this one day turned into a week which turned into a month, and before I knew it, she had turned this entire thing into something much more of a big deal than it's suppose to be.

She told me the other day that she was hurt from the fact that I had ignored her, and that she didn't care for having many friends in the first place because she was content with the one friend she had.

DUDE, I felt so guilty. First of all, I didn't realize I was her only friend, which I guess I should have known because she never mentioned talking to anyone else other than the guys she was dating at the time. And secondly, if I knew that she was so emotionally dependent on me, then I wouldn't have put our friendship on hold so casually.

I guess, for her, the world did kind of stop when I didn't talk to her for that one day (this sounds extremely cheesy). I really don't know where to go from here. I feel like we're in this relationship where I'm the guy and she's the needy girlfriend and no matter how many times I say sorry she just keeps bringing up the problem in this 'relationship' again and again and won't accept my apology.

Then she keeps on making up plans, which actually, now that I think about it, sounds a lot like dates. She said she wanted to meet up next week, so I said ok. Then she realized that she hasn't fully forgiven me, so she cancels our 'date' next week. Then she said she wanted to go to Montreal during reading week to which I say "we'll see" and she goes "I didn't mention it for no reason!" Then decides she's mad at me again.

I'm a girl and I don't even understand her. I can totally sympathize with how guys must feel. It's like, the more she does these kinds of things, the less about her antics and feelings.

I think I'm suppose to learn a lesson from this: How not to act needy in a relationship.

@*#&*(@#H!!!

Ok, I will take deep breaths and go back to reading Hamlet.

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200th Post!

Hey Guys! This is my 200th blog post - whoooo. This is a record for me, I've never had 200 posts in one blog alone before. To celebrate, I'm going to recount the stupid thing I did today:


As you guys all know, I am half blind without my contacts/glasses, which isn't so bad because sometimes I like seeing the world blurry - ignorance is bliss. The other day, I had been wearing my contacts for more than 12 hours and my eyes were getting weary. I decided to take them off but since I didn't have contact lens solution with me, I just let them soak in water.

Today, when I decided to put them on, I grabbed the nearest bottle of solution and rinsed my contact lenses a bit before popping them on. Have you guys ever been in so much pain that you don't know what to do besides wail your arms around, hoping that useless motion would ease the pain? That's what happened. My eyes BURNED. I don't even know how I managed it, but I took the contact lens out and rinsed my eyes with water.

Then, I figured that the reason my contacts hurt so much when I put them on was because of the fact that I had let them soak in water, so I rinsed them again with the solution and popped them on again, only this time when my eyes burned I popped them out right away.

Annabelle works at an optometric clinic, so she's savvy with contact lenses. I asked her what water did to contact lenses, and she said that it didn't do much besides inadequately cleaning it, and asked why my right eye was blood shot. I told her the story and she laughed her head off at me.

Basically, the bottle of contact lens solution that I had been using had HYDROGEN PEROXIDE, some form of bleach and crazy contact lens solution germaphobes use because it cleans your contact lenses better than just regular contact lens solutions. You're suppose to leave your contact lens in the solution for at least six hours before using them again.

Hydrogen peroxide is no joke, my sister and I use to dye our hair with hydrogen peroxide because it bleached your hair a lighter shade. One time we used two bottles and Annabelle's hair turned orange. Knowing this, I became paranoid that I would go blind, but Annabelle assured me that I wouldn't loose sight in my right eye. Grrr, you better be right AB, you better be right ...

I had no choice but to wear glasses to work. By this point, my eye was so red it looked like I had been crying my eye out, I couldn't look anyone in the eye less they question me and I would be forced to recount this unpleasant story to them. Anyway, there's this guy at work who's good looking because he always wears a suit, and unfortunately he JUST HAD to be working today. Dear Lord, whyyy me, he's a manger and I work right beside the office so I kept on running into him and having avoid eye contact. He probably thinks I'm really weird now (which really isn't that far from the truth anyway).

Oh, and this guy is one of those guys who you think is good looking but is impassable. Do you guys know what I mean? It's like, just because I think he's good looking doesn't mean anything can ever happen due to various reasons. For me it's because he smokes a wayyy too much and drinks wayyy too much. The only admirable thing about him is that he works in retail. I highly respect people who work in retail because we are tough, and can handle a higher than normal amount of crap from people.

And speaking of guys who smoke, why is it that I always have bad luck with these type of guys? I always end up thinking guys who smoke as good looking before even finding out they're smokers. (Note: this is different from a crush, thinking someone is good looking does not mean you have a crush on them.)

Moving on:

So my aunt arrived from Vancouver yesterday. She comes once a year for a business conference to Toronto and stays with my Grandparents. We had a big clan gathering tonight, and the theme of tonight was Filipino food with a hint of Vietnamese food and cheesecake. I may have eaten too much once again.

My aunt is my mom's younger sister. She sounds and looks a bit like that girl from Boys Before Flowers, the Korean Drama, and is probably the nicest and most thoughtful person I know of. It's really weird, because her personality and my mom's personalities are complete opposites.

I was in the kitchen eating with her and my great aunt, who is only 40 something and is extremely funny, and we started talking about how my uncle, Joash, who is actually younger than me (the generations in my family is messed up) makes a lot of girls cry. Basically, Joash is ... er ... let's just say that he goes out with a lot of girls, and according to my great aunt, it's because "He's just friendly with everyone."

My great aunt and I were listing his past girlfriends when my aunt turns to me and says "Ann Ann how about your boyfriend?"

I blurt out, "I don't have a boyfriend!" a little too quickly, which registered as a lie to them.

"Ohh, don't lie to us! Everyone knows you have a boyfriend, the news has even reached the Philippines." My great aunt says.

Pause. What? My relatives in Philippines thinks I have a boyfriend?

"I think you're mistaking me for Annabelle." I say in defense.

"No, no, Annabelle is different, we know about her. We're talking about your boyfriend." My great aunt says.

I don't remember how I got out of this topic, I think I just blurted something about Joash's womanizing ways. This is actually kind of funny, I don't know where they got the idea that I even have a boyfriend. I think they might be talking about Leo (Hi Leo!) but I don't even know how they found out about that, unless a little unknown birdy told them.

This could either be an advantage or disadvantage to me:

Advantage: They won't try and set me up with some random fob from Philippines.
Disadvantage: They won't try and set me up with some random fob from Philippines.

This is hard. I've always wanted to marry someone from Philippines because I love Filipino food wayyy too much and this way I can actually understand what they're saying.

I just realized that I've talked wayyy too much about guys in this post. Woops. Maybe it's just because Valentines day is coming up and I've been thinking ways of how to anti-celebrate Valentines day this year. (I contemplated of making paper hearts, then tear them apart and then plaster their broken pieces all over the place as decoration.)

Anyway, happy 200th post for me! (Not whether this is a good thing or not.)

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Of Wisdom, Fire Ants in Peru and Singing Badly

Grr, from time to time my siblings and I would have a text out. I just recieved a text from Aaron, who's literally just downstairs, asking me to take care of the rabbit because apparently I don't care enough. I am very tempted in responding by saying "Well Aaron, I'd like to see you clean the bathroom for once." But I will be the bigger person and just ignore his text. Is it weird that my siblings and I can't confront each other face to face like we used to when we were kids? Maybe it's because they know I can beat them up. (Heh)


- Deep breath, forgetting about my stupid, little brother now ... -

Today was very weird. I woke up really early in the morning to go to work when I heard my mom talking to my sister in her room. I decided to eavesdropped a bit. Lately, Annabelle has been looking for a summer position with a professor, and once she mentioned that her professor might get a grant and take a couple of students with her to Peru and conduct a research on ants (apparently these ants are fierce, they burn holes through trees.) So when I heard Annabelle telling my mom that she got a job, I assumed that it was the summer position in Peru with the ants.

So I went to work, and I was contemplating what the summer would be like without Annabelle the entire time. Naturally, I was extremely envious of her, but also, I knew that I'd miss her very much.

After my shift, Annabelle barged in my room and told me happily that she got a job.

Me: Yeah, I heard you guys this morning. How long is it for?

Annabelle: 15-17 weeks!

Me: WHAT THAT LONG?!? [I paused and thought of a way I could trump her trip to Peru.] That's it, I'm moving out while you're gone.

Annabelle: Why?! I'm only going to work.

Me: Yeah, in for 15-17 weeks! What am I going to do while you're gone?

Annabelle: Gone? I'm not going anywhere ... I got a job!

Me: In Peru.

Annabelle: What? Peru?! I got a job at Sick Kids, where did you get Peru from?

Me: Woops, I just assumed ...

Anyway, that's the end of that. She's not going to Peru, she just got a position at Sick Kids. Man, I jump into conclusions way too quickly.

Also, I've had a good reminder today that God doesn't have a cookie cutter plan for everyone. By this, I mean that he doesn't plan everyone's life the same way, everyone will have different experiences. We shouldn't demand an answer right away, we should ask for wisdom instead. It's like, you shouldn't flip a coin and say "Ok God, if it lands on heads, I will go to Peru in the summer. If it lands on tail, I will go to Germany," since that's borderline superstition. By asking for wisdom from Him, we will learn to make the right decision. An example of this would the Solomon, who received God's wisdom, and look at how he ended up: he was considered the wisest king.

James 1:5
If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.

I don't think anyone will be absolutely sure of God's specific individual will, but we should just continue asking for wisdom. This kind of reminds me of the quote:

"My life has a superb cast, but I can't figure out the plot."

I was also 'playing the guitar today' to relax a bit, since for some reason, I find singing and strumming really, really badly to myself relaxing.

- Oh yeah, I'm going to diverge a bit. Yesterday, I admitted that I wish I could sing. Singing is just one of those things that I truly cannot do, and I always wanted to be able to sing so that I could randomly burst into song whenever I want and not be made fun of because then I'd sound awesome. True story. -

Ok, so back to my point. I was 'playing the guitar' and singing really badly when I came across a song in this old song book that I use to sing a lot (complete with actions.) The song is this:

From my spirit, when I'm sensing a supply
Of God's speaking, from a fount that ne'er runs dry,
And within me comes a fresh and sweet supply,
Then I've got to open up and water you.

This just reminded me of what happened yesterday, when I had issues speaking up in a group (admittedly, this blog post is a kind of atonement for yesterday), basically, when you speak up and share about your own experiences, you end up supplying other people, and it's not just of yourself, but it's from God.

So things I need God's wisdom with:
1) Dealing with my brother
2) To deal with what others expect of me at lh.

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Cupcake Pictures

Here are some cupcake pictures. I ate a bunch of them afterwards, they were too good to resist, plus they were freshly baked.

Cupcakes are fantastic, they make everyone happy, even when you're just staring at a picture of it. I know I have a lot of pictures of food but surprisingly enough, my pictures of food gets the fastest amount of views on flickr (the Jewish New Year's Honey Cake gets a lot of views). I think it just wets everyone's appetite.

We also made Cookies and Cream Cheesecake cupcakes for LH today, I didn't eat any but people have told me they were good.

Oh, and I don't know if you guys know this, but you can click on the pictures for a larger view.














The reason I don't mind putting up pictures on my blog and flickr is because only certain people know about it, and I want to share my pictures with those people ... which is why I'm very uncertain about sharing my pictures with a wider audience ... it just seems weird.

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