Saturday, October 08, 2005
long day
it's currently 4.46 am. by the time i am done with this post, i shall have been awake for close to 24 hours.
but first up, preliminary announcements: sava sprints this weekend! all the best to team nus! i can't be there to support you girls personally, but i know you will do just great! :) let me know how the sets go. :)
anyway yeah. i woke up at 6 am this morning. or at least, tried to. 4 alarm rings and 1 hour 15 min later, i finally dragged my lazy ass off my bed. see, i've got this psychology mid-term today, and me being the person i am, i of course neglected to study until i was seized by a bout of panic this morning.
anyway, i only got in 1 hour and 30 min to go through the 3 chapters to be covered in today's quiz. i.e. only enough time to skim through the 82 pages in my textbook. in any case, i had an intercultural dispute resolution class at 9.30am, for which i was supposed to read 1 whole 338 page storybook as well as another 37 pages of a chapter... and of course i didn't either.
had a huge breakfast before my class. pancakes with butter and maple syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, cinnamon roll, yoghurt with peaches and raspberries and a glass of orange juice. i started out eating my breakfast in front of this other s'porean exchange student bernard, and he was eating about a third of what i was eating - bacon and eggs, only. anyway i was last for my 9.30am class coz my floormates came to join me and we ended up having joking conversations, and jackie was asking if i could extend my exchange for one more year.
intercultural dispute resolution was an exercise in smoking. smoking through and through. i didn't read a damn thing; survived only on making general comments and suggestions. but the good thing is tt coz i'm from singapore where we have to take into account other races and religions, whereas here in canada everyone's solution is just assimilate assimilat assimilate, i have an advantage in terms of suggesting ways to raise cultural awareness and to engage other cultures in tactful dialogue.
anyway i feel tt some of the asians here have assimilated too well. they consider themselves fully white, and they propogate the western way and put down asian values and traditions, and they just assume tt backward and asia are synonymous. i guess now it's making me more nationalistic, or patriotic. maybe it's an elitist complex, but i feel like i'm somehow superior even if i don't come from a place tt propogates human rights and speaks with an accent; because even though i'm similarly educated and i can argue and write almost as well as any other canadian here, i have the knowledge of both western and asian cultures, and i'm more open-minded and more receptive than a lot of the people here. and i haven't forgotten my asian roots. as kentang as i am, i am still proud to be chinese.
anyway one of the guys david, was discussing with me singapore's cpf system. he actually says tt it's a really good pension scheme; it beats the monthly $800 pension handout to retirees hands down. but i didn't tell him tt the amount of money tt you retire with from your cpf might not actually last till you die, esp if you fall sick. medicare in s'pore is exorbitant.
rushed out of class at 12.50pm for my psychology quiz. 45 minutes; 60 mcq questions. the first time in 5 fucking years tt i'm doing mcq questions. thank god i'm doing law. i hate mcq. i think i'm going to fail this mid-term. i was only sure of like, 5 answers out of all of them. fuck it. all the questions had such similar answers, and i didn't even see the point of studying what we did. hello? introductory chapters? the history of psychology? the scientific method? how the fuck does a discussion about ethics and names like james, miller, watson and descartes relate to the study of behaviour? coz i still don't know a damn thing tt i think is important. and ugh... did i tell you how much i abhor mcq tests? i think they're for morons. and i hate tt there's never a grey area. i'd rather write a paper anyday. at least then you can argue for heaven or hell, so long as you know how to substantiate your point.
so yeah. psychology was an absolute bummer. but lunch with the s'poreans at totem cheered me up. they were going to gastown today. but i wasn't going with them.
coz eileen and i had a pedicure appointment today at 6! well... mini-pedicure. my first ever. hmm. they let your feet soak in warm water, then someone comes and clips your nails, cleans the dirt off your nails, and buffs them (i didn't want polish. it's redundant since i'm never going to see my toes except in my room. shoes or boots is all i wear around now). and well. anyone who's seen the state of my feet will have something to say. it's gross. i have fat feet, i have calluses, i have corns, and my toes look mishapen, like something out of a frankenstein movie. yuck. but fortunately the lady doing my pedicure kept most of her comments to herself, although she recommended tt i put moisturiser on my legs (i don't) so tt they wouldn't look like dragon scales, and she asked if i wanted to come back another day to do a full pedicure and scrape off my calluses. but i don't see a point anyway. now tt i'm doing hapkido, i train barefoot and i kick punching bags, pads, and um... people, barefoot. i need the calluses to cushion my feet, ugly as they are. and after tt my feet got a nice massage too.
man. i can get used to pampering myself. even though it's disgustingly 'original girl'. bleah.
anyway eileen and i took retarded pictures in the pedicure room. i'll probably post these up, along with the rest tt we took the rest of today, when she uploads the pictures. the boss of the salon tt we went to is apparently a singaporean too, so she was really friendly to us and i was forced to speak in mandarin coz it suddenly seemed comfortable to switch from english to mandarin. it was so strange.
after tt, we took the bus downtown to meet van. she's back from victoria! or was back from victoria today! catching the 10am flight back to toronto. but she wanted to treat us to dessert. so after a quick browse through iga marketplace (where eileen got psychoed into buying a 500g jar of kraft extra creamy peanut butter... i got khaki liao!), and getting lost and walking 3 blocks up to davie street... we met van at death by chocolate.
yes. tt is the name of the cafe. 'death by chocolate'. sound decadent? wait till you see the photos. we ordered 2 desserts, the signature 'death by chocolate', and the 'zero tolerance'. the former is this dark chocolate cake crowned with a tower of white chocolate, two mounds of chocolate mousse, french vanilla ice-cream and white and dark chocolate 'stars' on the plate. the latter is 4 pieces of chocolate ganache cake covered in thick creamy chocolate fudge, topped with a scoop of french vanilla ice-cream, whipped cream and a biscuit finger. you can imagine how tt must taste like.
well. if you can imagine how heaven tastes like.
orgasmic experience. now you know why they say tt good chocolate is better than sex. ;)
ooh. and i also ordered a hot chocolate to go with the dessert. can you say overkill?
anyway eileen, van and i stayed at the cafe till past 10.30pm. they were swapping pub experiences; i.e. which pubs were their favourites, what beer they liked etc. me? i'm not really a pubbing person. i have been to a few, but it's usually coz of friends or coz of the boy bringing me there. i don't have a preference. i prefer to club actually. i suppose i don't mind doing coffee, or the kopitiam or supper experience (i never say no to food and a good milo dinosaur and cheese prata or nasi lemak at 2am at night), but i'm not tt big of a pub person. probably coz i only drink to get high. i don't appreciate alcohol tt much.
and after tt we made our way to caprice, this other club on granville street. oh man. tonight was DAMMN FUN!!! we stayed till almost 3am! the music was so good! esp compared to the plaza. it was mainly hip-hop rnb, even though there were segments of retro being played, but the dj kept the music coming and he remixed tracks to make them sound fresh; and he wasn't afraid to play the latest stuff like kayne west's 'gold digger' amidst classics like dr. dre's 'california love' or 'hip hop parade'. and it was eileen, van and i, along with eileen's korean friend and a group of other people.
the boy wasn't too happy tt i was clubbing so soon, but he'd tried to be nice about it, even if he was uneasy, so i made a point not to dance with anyone. siam here, siam there. even wore long sleeves to look unappealing. wahaha. but then i somehow ended up dancing with this guy coz he took a photo with me, and then danced with me and this other girl at the same time. which was all good coz i could just get out of the um... triangle and let the other girl have him all to herself. except tt towards the end he found me again and started dancing with me again. which was ok, except tt i wish he could take a hint (i.e. not try and shove his tongue into my mouth).
only thing is tt after we left the club, eileen said tt she knew this guy. and i was like "you do?" and now i realise tt fuck. i've met him before. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. it's a close-knit s'porean/malaysian community here in ubc, and i have a feeling tt this is not going to be the last i hear of this guy. dammit. and to think i've always managed to stay true to the slogan tt what happens in the club, stays in the club.
but the good thing is tt we managed to get nice cheap pizzas from across the road. $1.50 gets you a giant slice of yummy mushroom cheese pizza. and after we said goodbye to van coz she was staying at the hostel opposite caprice tonight, eileen dragged me into this sex shop tt was selling all sorts of sex aids, porn vids and mags, and even costumes for the really kinky. a sailor costume is like $149. and the dildos are fucking huge. it's scary.
but yeah. we managed to catch the night bus back. even though the wait is really long and i think tt canadians on alcohol as a fucked-up bunch. shall reserve further judgement.
so yepz. now it's 5.26 am. very nice.
photos coming soon.
for now, goodnight. i'll prob wake up at 2pm tomorrow. NICE.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
but first up, preliminary announcements: sava sprints this weekend! all the best to team nus! i can't be there to support you girls personally, but i know you will do just great! :) let me know how the sets go. :)
anyway yeah. i woke up at 6 am this morning. or at least, tried to. 4 alarm rings and 1 hour 15 min later, i finally dragged my lazy ass off my bed. see, i've got this psychology mid-term today, and me being the person i am, i of course neglected to study until i was seized by a bout of panic this morning.
anyway, i only got in 1 hour and 30 min to go through the 3 chapters to be covered in today's quiz. i.e. only enough time to skim through the 82 pages in my textbook. in any case, i had an intercultural dispute resolution class at 9.30am, for which i was supposed to read 1 whole 338 page storybook as well as another 37 pages of a chapter... and of course i didn't either.
had a huge breakfast before my class. pancakes with butter and maple syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, cinnamon roll, yoghurt with peaches and raspberries and a glass of orange juice. i started out eating my breakfast in front of this other s'porean exchange student bernard, and he was eating about a third of what i was eating - bacon and eggs, only. anyway i was last for my 9.30am class coz my floormates came to join me and we ended up having joking conversations, and jackie was asking if i could extend my exchange for one more year.
intercultural dispute resolution was an exercise in smoking. smoking through and through. i didn't read a damn thing; survived only on making general comments and suggestions. but the good thing is tt coz i'm from singapore where we have to take into account other races and religions, whereas here in canada everyone's solution is just assimilate assimilat assimilate, i have an advantage in terms of suggesting ways to raise cultural awareness and to engage other cultures in tactful dialogue.
anyway i feel tt some of the asians here have assimilated too well. they consider themselves fully white, and they propogate the western way and put down asian values and traditions, and they just assume tt backward and asia are synonymous. i guess now it's making me more nationalistic, or patriotic. maybe it's an elitist complex, but i feel like i'm somehow superior even if i don't come from a place tt propogates human rights and speaks with an accent; because even though i'm similarly educated and i can argue and write almost as well as any other canadian here, i have the knowledge of both western and asian cultures, and i'm more open-minded and more receptive than a lot of the people here. and i haven't forgotten my asian roots. as kentang as i am, i am still proud to be chinese.
anyway one of the guys david, was discussing with me singapore's cpf system. he actually says tt it's a really good pension scheme; it beats the monthly $800 pension handout to retirees hands down. but i didn't tell him tt the amount of money tt you retire with from your cpf might not actually last till you die, esp if you fall sick. medicare in s'pore is exorbitant.
rushed out of class at 12.50pm for my psychology quiz. 45 minutes; 60 mcq questions. the first time in 5 fucking years tt i'm doing mcq questions. thank god i'm doing law. i hate mcq. i think i'm going to fail this mid-term. i was only sure of like, 5 answers out of all of them. fuck it. all the questions had such similar answers, and i didn't even see the point of studying what we did. hello? introductory chapters? the history of psychology? the scientific method? how the fuck does a discussion about ethics and names like james, miller, watson and descartes relate to the study of behaviour? coz i still don't know a damn thing tt i think is important. and ugh... did i tell you how much i abhor mcq tests? i think they're for morons. and i hate tt there's never a grey area. i'd rather write a paper anyday. at least then you can argue for heaven or hell, so long as you know how to substantiate your point.
so yeah. psychology was an absolute bummer. but lunch with the s'poreans at totem cheered me up. they were going to gastown today. but i wasn't going with them.
coz eileen and i had a pedicure appointment today at 6! well... mini-pedicure. my first ever. hmm. they let your feet soak in warm water, then someone comes and clips your nails, cleans the dirt off your nails, and buffs them (i didn't want polish. it's redundant since i'm never going to see my toes except in my room. shoes or boots is all i wear around now). and well. anyone who's seen the state of my feet will have something to say. it's gross. i have fat feet, i have calluses, i have corns, and my toes look mishapen, like something out of a frankenstein movie. yuck. but fortunately the lady doing my pedicure kept most of her comments to herself, although she recommended tt i put moisturiser on my legs (i don't) so tt they wouldn't look like dragon scales, and she asked if i wanted to come back another day to do a full pedicure and scrape off my calluses. but i don't see a point anyway. now tt i'm doing hapkido, i train barefoot and i kick punching bags, pads, and um... people, barefoot. i need the calluses to cushion my feet, ugly as they are. and after tt my feet got a nice massage too.
man. i can get used to pampering myself. even though it's disgustingly 'original girl'. bleah.
anyway eileen and i took retarded pictures in the pedicure room. i'll probably post these up, along with the rest tt we took the rest of today, when she uploads the pictures. the boss of the salon tt we went to is apparently a singaporean too, so she was really friendly to us and i was forced to speak in mandarin coz it suddenly seemed comfortable to switch from english to mandarin. it was so strange.
after tt, we took the bus downtown to meet van. she's back from victoria! or was back from victoria today! catching the 10am flight back to toronto. but she wanted to treat us to dessert. so after a quick browse through iga marketplace (where eileen got psychoed into buying a 500g jar of kraft extra creamy peanut butter... i got khaki liao!), and getting lost and walking 3 blocks up to davie street... we met van at death by chocolate.
yes. tt is the name of the cafe. 'death by chocolate'. sound decadent? wait till you see the photos. we ordered 2 desserts, the signature 'death by chocolate', and the 'zero tolerance'. the former is this dark chocolate cake crowned with a tower of white chocolate, two mounds of chocolate mousse, french vanilla ice-cream and white and dark chocolate 'stars' on the plate. the latter is 4 pieces of chocolate ganache cake covered in thick creamy chocolate fudge, topped with a scoop of french vanilla ice-cream, whipped cream and a biscuit finger. you can imagine how tt must taste like.
well. if you can imagine how heaven tastes like.
orgasmic experience. now you know why they say tt good chocolate is better than sex. ;)
ooh. and i also ordered a hot chocolate to go with the dessert. can you say overkill?
anyway eileen, van and i stayed at the cafe till past 10.30pm. they were swapping pub experiences; i.e. which pubs were their favourites, what beer they liked etc. me? i'm not really a pubbing person. i have been to a few, but it's usually coz of friends or coz of the boy bringing me there. i don't have a preference. i prefer to club actually. i suppose i don't mind doing coffee, or the kopitiam or supper experience (i never say no to food and a good milo dinosaur and cheese prata or nasi lemak at 2am at night), but i'm not tt big of a pub person. probably coz i only drink to get high. i don't appreciate alcohol tt much.
and after tt we made our way to caprice, this other club on granville street. oh man. tonight was DAMMN FUN!!! we stayed till almost 3am! the music was so good! esp compared to the plaza. it was mainly hip-hop rnb, even though there were segments of retro being played, but the dj kept the music coming and he remixed tracks to make them sound fresh; and he wasn't afraid to play the latest stuff like kayne west's 'gold digger' amidst classics like dr. dre's 'california love' or 'hip hop parade'. and it was eileen, van and i, along with eileen's korean friend and a group of other people.
the boy wasn't too happy tt i was clubbing so soon, but he'd tried to be nice about it, even if he was uneasy, so i made a point not to dance with anyone. siam here, siam there. even wore long sleeves to look unappealing. wahaha. but then i somehow ended up dancing with this guy coz he took a photo with me, and then danced with me and this other girl at the same time. which was all good coz i could just get out of the um... triangle and let the other girl have him all to herself. except tt towards the end he found me again and started dancing with me again. which was ok, except tt i wish he could take a hint (i.e. not try and shove his tongue into my mouth).
only thing is tt after we left the club, eileen said tt she knew this guy. and i was like "you do?" and now i realise tt fuck. i've met him before. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. it's a close-knit s'porean/malaysian community here in ubc, and i have a feeling tt this is not going to be the last i hear of this guy. dammit. and to think i've always managed to stay true to the slogan tt what happens in the club, stays in the club.
but the good thing is tt we managed to get nice cheap pizzas from across the road. $1.50 gets you a giant slice of yummy mushroom cheese pizza. and after we said goodbye to van coz she was staying at the hostel opposite caprice tonight, eileen dragged me into this sex shop tt was selling all sorts of sex aids, porn vids and mags, and even costumes for the really kinky. a sailor costume is like $149. and the dildos are fucking huge. it's scary.
but yeah. we managed to catch the night bus back. even though the wait is really long and i think tt canadians on alcohol as a fucked-up bunch. shall reserve further judgement.
so yepz. now it's 5.26 am. very nice.
photos coming soon.
for now, goodnight. i'll prob wake up at 2pm tomorrow. NICE.
# posted by Kitana @ 10/08/2005 07:40:00 PM 
