Come Aboard!

Midterms are killing me...killing me softly with his words...killing me softly...

SNAP OUT OF IT, JACKY!

I've jumped aboard the crazy train. Frequent headaches, dizziness and eyes that are more shriveled than testicles -- and midterms are what caused this! I will check out all of your blogs and leave comments as soon as exams are finished. In the meantime, enjoy another photo from our horse-riding night from last week. It's a picture of Geoff (not me -- as some of you may think). See you soon.

PS - Hmm, where can I find Vegemite, in Vancouver? Or Marmite?

[picture courtesy of Donna Ng]

"One yogurt buritto, to-go please..."

Holy crap! I missed my one-year anniversary with Blogger! Damn, I was looking forward to this. My first entry was on May 11th of 2007 and today is the 24th! Whatever, I've been too busy to worry about my anniversary anyway (just kidding, baby, I love you forever).

After having lunch with my family yesterday, I met up with Donna and Geoff and embraced our inner tourists. We had our lunch/dinner at Red Burrito. We each ordered a "burrito in a bowl". While Geoff ordered the chicken, Donna ordered the beef, I got myself the vegeterian. In other words, I ordered a $7 salad in a bowl smothered in guac. Delicioso!

We craved something sweet afterwards and decided to hit up a place that serves frozen yogurt called Blueberry. Wait a second, this little joint certainly rings a bell, doesn't it? Oh wait! It's because it's a complete copy-and-paste idea of Hollywood's upscale frozen yogurt dessert restaurant, Pinkberry.

On our excursion around the downtown area with our frozen yogurt, we found a bunch of apartment complexes. And near them were these...things.

After bumming around for a good three hours, we finally met up with everyone else. We all went bowling. When we were leaving, we got chased down by Mr. Surfer-Bowling-Alley-Attendant who said we haven't paid for all of our games yet. We did. He probably drank too much ocean water.

After bowling, it was 12AM. We decided to head to a nearby McDonald's. After ordering another yogurt (yogurt parfait to be exact) and nuggets, we were forced to eat outside in the patio because they were closing. We sat there for almost two hours making fun of people from high school. We then called it a night.

Wow, this post is certainly short. Summarized to the max. Couldn't have explained it any better though.

[pictures courtesy of Donna Ng]

H&M Grand Opening Party

Waiting in line to get in...

So last night (technically two night ago, since I'm writing this past midnight) was the H&M Grand Opening Vancouver party. It was crazy. The party was basically a presale. It started at 7pm. We got there at 6:45pm and there were already 100 people waiting in line to get in. After five minutes of standing outside and admiring the bright lights of the store, literally 300 people, all of a sudden, appeared behind us in the line.

The picture on the left is the door-lady taking down our names and checking off who arrived.

I believe there were 1000 people in the store that night. When we got in, there were caterers standing with trays of champagne. Free booze! I quickly walked the women's section, whilst trying to blog live for my Facebook friends with my phone. I then went upstairs where all the men's clothing were, and after that, I was completely lost in the crowd. Hundreds of people everywhere, champagne flutes were dropping, The Misshapes were blaring, people pushing and shoving and workers sweating. It was fun. I continued to snap photos and blog on Facebook, but, it was hard to handle my racks of soon-to-be-purchased items and my two drinks. I'm sorry, but alcohol is more important.

The guy on the left was the DJ who started off the night. The picture on the right is Leigh Lezark of The Misshapes. I was looking for her the whole night. When I finally spotted her, I whipped out my phone and (stupidly) stuck it up in the air. She caught me trying to take her photo and turned around to avoid the shot.

There was an open bar and caterers walking around with hors d'oeuvres. I haven't had such great food in a long time. My Asian parents were very proud of me as I got my time's worth of free food. I came out with about 10 items -- all with 25% off. Woot.

Energizer Energi To Go (for iPod): Review

After opening that enormous box of goods, I decided I'd try out the product, finally. At first glance, I can already tell that this little "portable power for iPod" is going to be great for those long nights at school. You know, nights where you stay at school working on Economics and trying to figure out the comparative advantages between Canada and Taiwan when all of a sudden you notice your iPod's screen go blank. You scurry through your bag but remember that you left the USB cable plugged in at your home computer when you were trying to sync Pussycat Doll podcasts the night before...on second thought, who really brings all their chargers with them? Shiz, I'd have another school bag full of chargers if I was to include my chargers and USB for my camera and BlackBerry alone.

The instructions--which was printed on a small pamphlet with illustrations--clearly stated how to assemble and use the product. The only bit that caused confusion was the dock that you connect your iPod to. Before actually connecting your iPod, you're required to find "a coin to move connector to your iPod type". I thought maybe you had to switch to your model because each model requires a different amount of "power" to charge the iPod. And thus this charger charges your iPod according to your model. It didn't say iPod Mini on the dial (yes, I have the chunky first-generation green iPod Mini), so I just clicked to the second dial since mine was bigger than the Nano model (did any of that make sense?). Done. I tried to connect the iPod to the dock but noticed it didn't fit. I then figured out, the whole idea of clicking the dial to your iPod type was not for the amount of power that the charger emits when charging, but instead, it gives room to fit your iPod so that it can sit snuggly between the dock and the back of the charger. Oooohh Einstein moment! So although my iPod is not 80GB in memory, I switched the dial all the way to 80GB just so my big iPod can fit.

You know, this whole turning the dial to fit your iPod thing is so unnecessary. I never carry loose change on me. After I buy my morning coffee at school, I throw all the change in the tip jar. Who the hell is going to look through their bag and pockets for a coin. The iPod doesn't HAVE to sit snuggly on the dock, my sister's iPod Nano (second generation) worked fine on the largest 80GB slot too.

After connecting the iPod, "The LED will light during use", and it sure did. After about an hour of charging, my charger started to heat up. The heat then subsided after another hour. The charging time is about the same as if I was to plug my iPod into my computer (and we all know how long iPods take to fully charge when dead). It took approximately three hours to fully charge my iPod. But that wasn't a big concern because during the charge, you're able to plug in your headphones and enjoy the music too.

Pros:

• It works -- It did the job it said it would--which was charging my iPod.
• Easy to use -- The instructions were shown clearly on the pamphlet, and didn't require any sort of knowledge from an university physics course to assemble.

Cons:

• It's too big -- If you were to throw this into your bag or purse, it would be fine, but it's too big to slip into your pocket without having male-excitement accusations.
  
• The Dial -- It's unnecessary. They should just make a one-size-fits-all.
• Doesn't charge my Shuffle (1st and 2nd generation) -- A lot of people buy the Shuffle because of its cost. It's so cheap. It'll be a great idea if they created a charger for one of the best selling iPods (that factoid is made up, but it might as well be true). My Shuffle actually died on me as I was typing this out (I'm at school right now).
  
• Charges too long -- The charging time is the same as if you were to charge your iPod on a wall-charger or computer. It'll be nice if this product quickly zapped energy into your dead iPod and perhaps have the LED change colour or ring when your iPod is fully charged. A little notification would be nice.
  
• Battery Sucks -- On the FAQ of the website, it said it would probably fully-charge an iPod Nano 2-3 times before you'd have to switch batteries. My iPod is slightly older and bigger (in size and memory), so I'm assuming, I'd have to switch batteries after two full charges. Which is sort of crappy since the batteries included (and suggested to use) are the Energizer e2 Lithium batteries. It's labeled as one of the "world's longest lasting battery". If that's the longest lasting battery, then this charger zaps a hell-of-a-lot of battery because two charges isn't very long-lasting (how ironic). But then again, this charger isn't meant for full-charges. It's for those on-the-go moments. If you had three hours to spare, wouldn't you charge your iPod at home?

For $29.99 USD (according to my research), I would definitely recommend this product to iPod users alike. It's easy to use and does the job. A few "cons", but nothing too unsatisfactory that will stop me from using it. It's good. I got some junk-mail from Cameron, who is the program coordinator of Matchstick. He wanted me to basically advertise some more for them and Energizer. So, if you would like to get yourself a couple of free iPod chargers and do a few surveys, check out THIS PAGE. Now excuse me as I plug-in and lose myself to some Backstreet Boys...I don't really listen to the BSB...except for Nick Carter's solo album...just kidding...not really...sorta...um, this could "keep going and going and going and going...".

[related links: Energizer Energi To Go (for iPod): Introduction]

Energizer Energi To Go (for iPod): Introduction

Last week, a guy named Jamie from an online marketing group that specializes in word-of-mouth marketing contacted me through my blog wondering if I was interested in testing out a product. They were looking for Canadians to try out a new portable iPod charger by Energizer. I don't really know what for -- since the product is already being sold...it's not exactly a prototype. After thinking it through, and seeing that I'm also a marketing student, I thought, "Why the hell not?! Sign me up!". Along with the mini-survey I had to do, I also got called by Jamie at an ungodly hour -- alright fine, it was 10AM, but it was a Friday and I was still sleeping. I got questioned a bit more while half-asleep. I can not recollect memories from that phone call -- long story short, I qualified to be a tester.

Yesterday I got up for school and noticed one of those "deliver attempt #1 notifications" from DHL attached to my door when I left my house. "Oh damn, did I sleep through another doorbell again?" I'm sure our neighborhood's Jehovah's Witnesses aren't very happy with me already. The notice said they'll try again the next business day to reach me. So knowing my package would arrive today, I took my iPod out of it's dock (to stop the charging so that I can test out my coming iPod charger) last night before bed. During my eight hours of bedtime, my iPod was playing Vampire Weekend on repeat. I woke up and it was still playing. When I got up to wait for Mr. Delivery Man (I got up at 8AM -- terrified I would miss him and have to wait until Tuesday for the delivery since Monday is a holiday) I set my iPod's backlight to "always on" just to drain that little bit of battery that's leftover.

"Please dispose paper after reading" Haha. I got Mr. Delivery Man to try and do my garbage...he ended up throwing everything on the ground...including my Nemo magnet that I attached to my magnetic door. No offense to you Paul Eviston.

Mr. Delivery Man came by at 9:30AM yesterday and at 11:30AM today, he was still a no-show. I left him a note with instructions on where to leave the package for when he does come (I was heading out for dim sum). I came back home and was left with a huge-ass box carrying items that a small shopping bag could've managed. Inside the package was:

• 2 Energi to Go iPod Charger units
• 1 Package of 2 AA Energizer Lithium batteries
• 1 Portable Speaker set
• 10 $3.00 off coupons to distribute
• 1 Energizer Bunny

One Energizer bunny? Wtf? Whatever, I already have plans to give the bunny away to a family friend's kid. I didn't know I was going to get that awesome portable speaker though. I remembered back in high school, there was this one friend (Tim Ngai!) who ALWAYS played music on his cell phone's speaker. We'd be going on a school trip, and on the long bus ride up (while everyone was sleeping), he'd blast some cheesy Hong Kong pop song...well, now I can be just like him!

My duty as a tester is to help spread the word of this product and to give honest feedback to Energizer. Guerilla marketing at its best. I'm also to write about the product on my blog, tell my friends and family about it and do a few more upcoming surveys. Sounds easy enough. This is the introduction to the review. A more detailed review of this product should be coming out after I've tested it, and perhaps used it at school.

TAGGEDDD!

Woo hoo! I got tagged for one of those crazy surveys. I haven't been tagged before, and I have to say, I'm quite flattered that one of my lovely blog friends, Adele from Adele Joanna, thought of me to do one of these stupid lists. I'm excited, really.

Rules of the Game:
1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules in your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.

4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers' blogs letting them know they've been tagged.

I've had some trouble trying to find six unspectacular quirks about me. Six spectacular quirks, on the other hand, there's plenty. Since this is a personal blog, the things I'm about to tell you aren't all that surprising...or interesting...or unspectacular. Alright, ready?

1) I drink my 8-10 glasses of water every day. I've been doing it since I was 15 years old and thought it would be a good idea to start lubricating all the internal tubes and I've been doing it ever since then. I know, I know, drinking too much water isn't good for you -- you can dilute all the electrolytes in your body and thus fall into a coma and forever be brain-dead. But 2-3 litres of water a day isn't all that bad. There's a lot of studies questioning the 8-10 glass rule because a lot of your water intake already comes from the foods you eat. I also drink four cups of coffee a day and since coffee is a diuretic (some may also say it isn't), everything cancels out and therefore I'd have to drink 12 glasses of water in total in order to make up for the four cups lost in the flushing of my system. Strange, I know. After writing this, I'm even starting to question if I should be drinking that much water...You're right, I should switch to vodka instead.

[BREAK TIME: Alright, is this list getting boring? Did you even make it past the first sentence? If you did, please continue then.]

2) I'm a part-time whore. A "gigolo" as some may say. We don't really like to be labeled but if that's the easiest way to differentiate us from mere mortals, so be it. I've been whoring (labeling again) myself for about 11 years now. It started off rough. No one really wanted to hop onto this Asian excursion. But as I hit a growth spurt (if you know what I mean), the clients came rolling in. My job comes easily now. I leave my advertisements in a few local papers attached with a link to my other website (which includes pictures and measurements), and every day and night, I work harder than Britney Spears' publicist.

3) I fight crime. I can't say much about this "unspectacular quirk" of mine, or else I'd probably have to delete this blog and hibernate. I'm about 85 pounds overweight and when this job requires me to chase, jump into my Bat-Mobile or use my arm strength to throw batarangs, I usually regret getting into this career in the first place. But there's a big sense of accomplishment when the task is complete and the criminal is locked up. Yes, my life is a giant contradiction. I stand on one side of the law by whoring myself, and fight crime on the other. But hey, contradiction is the new procrastination, but it's not, but it is, but it's not, but it is...

4) I produce body butter. Yes, the creamy, frothy, greasy lotion that some may use to battle that shocking winter cold or the drying summer heat. Whether it's raspberry truffle, cocoa coconuts or banana cream pudding, we are the guys you want to be buying the tubs of fat from. Three years ago, I developed a strange rash that initially started at my groin area. It then creeped to my backside and eventually covered my whole body -- A full-on body rash (and no, it wasn't an STI given by one of my clients). It wasn't hives, it wasn't eczema and it wasn't psoriasis. It was just a case of extremely dry skin. Dry skin so bad that I had to bathe in oil and butter to stop my skin from cracking, falling off and exposing my internal organs. As I bathed one day, I decided to add my own special concoction of ingredients: nutmeg and cayenne pepper (along with the oil and butter). In a few hours my skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Rash was gone and redness subsided. I captured the essence of my mixture in a little bottle. For the next year, I sat alone in my laboratory (which consists of my seventh grade science kit that I bought off Scholastic and my reading lamp). I wrote down all of the ingredients and sent them off to a manufacturing company. I paid off most of the overhead costs with my gigolo salary. Now, I've developed one of the greatest moisturizing products of all. Jacky's Jacking Body Butter®. We should really rename it because it's an all purpose moisturizer and not just body butter. You can use it to lube up squeaky doors, melt it and use it in your vehicle in place of oil, eat it, you can even wash you hair with it. But the main use of this product is to be applied onto your bare skin. With it's intense moisturizing quality, it forms a protective barrier warding off any uncomplimentary elements in our atmosphere.

[Warning: Make sure your rinse off Jacky's Jackin Body Butter® after three minutes of application. We shall not be held accountable for any further rashes or blemishes that may occur in the usage of this product. Anyone allergic to rat poison should not test, use, or be near this product. Please use Jacky's Jacking Body Butter® in a well ventilated area.]

5) I am a huge Miley Cyrus fan. I just can't get enough of her. Whatever she does just amazes me. Whether it's starring in a sex tape with Rick Salomon, or going to rehab for alcoholism, I genuinely have feelings for Miley. Even when she was at her lowest singing "Gimme More" at the MTV Video Music Awards, and everybody awas laughing and booing her, I was proud. I was proud that she stepped out of her sister Jessica's shadow and allowed her father, Joe to take over. Nothing is more attractive than a girl who has a great relationship with her family. What about that time she drove on the wrong side of the road after taking vicodin? Wow. Those were some rough times. But now she's back in the game and reattaching those fallen hair tracks, sucking unpleasant body fat out of her behind and rehearsing her songs at a local karaoke bar, you can't help but smile and be grateful that this star was born and you were alive to experience it. You go, Miley!

6) I eat an apple a day to keep the doctor away. Sometimes two to keep monsters away from my bed. Mommy said they won't come if I ate my vegetables because they're afraid of pesticides.

So there you have it! Six unspectacular quirks about me. You can see that I gave up at number six. It's alright.
Part of the rules of this game is to tag six other bloggers to do this dumbass list. I'm looking through my circle of blog friends (there's not many) and the people that would most likely do something like this would be:

Ane from Unrealized Fish,
Elisabeth from Wine Glass Logistics,
Gorilla from the japing ape,
Haroon from .:Euphoric:.,
Sofiee from Play in my world, and lastly,
Yetunde from Lover of Life.

Do it or don't do it, it's your choice. If I didn't tag you and you would like to partake in this absolute-waste-of-time-list, please feel free to do so. Heck, do it and leave it in my comments.

Charge It!

My credit card just arrived in the mail today! I went through a lot (in the application process) to get this piece of plastic. Because it's my first card, my limit is only $500. Boo! Anyways, let's spend it all, gather up interest and forever screw up my credit! I'm taking orders as of now. Whatcha wanna buy?

Cry for the Abuse (Part II)

The other day I told you guys about the textbook and study guide I bought off a random girl I met online. You're probably wondering what had happened after I received the book to the wrong course.

I guess I was partly to blame since I didn't check the titles when making the transaction. So I text messaged her when I finally noticed the wrong book. "Hey _____, it's Jacky. I think you gave me the study guide to the wrong text book. When are you available to exchange?". No reply. She was in class after all -- perhaps she turned off her phone. I left another text, "Call me when you're on your break." I know her class started at 4:30PM and ends at 6:30PM, meaning her ten minute break would most likely be at 5:30PM -- the same time my class starts! I decided, instead of waiting for her to call, I'll wait by her classroom so I can ambush her! I wanted her to know, on that day that she gave me the wrong book -- I didn't want to be accused of exchanging anything. I was also thinking that she may have intentionally switched the books OR wasn't a student at my college at all and I was waiting by a classroom that she didn't even have class at -- but who would dare rip someone off in-person? Who would be stupid enough to fall for that -- evidently that would be, yours truly.

I wandered up and down the aisles of an empty classroom waiting for her class to break. I then saw a student come out of her classroom. I asked if they were given a break yet. He said they were writing essays and whoever was finished could leave early. Breaks weren't given -- unless you wanted to jeopardize your writing time. Knowing that she was from Hong Kong and analyzing her odd emails from the day before, I estimated that she would probably need another 30 minutes to finish that essay. So I decided I'd go to my class and wait for her to call me after all. I was right. At 6pm, she called me back apologizing and asking if I could meet her in Richmond the next day. I told her I had class and couldn't come out until after 5:30pm. I wanted to give the study guide back to her and take half of my money back, but no matter how many times I tried explaining it to her, she couldn't understand what I was saying!

"Uh...um...I have it in my car...I fink. Um actually, I fink iz at home. You want to wut?"

We finally decided that Friday afternoon would be a good time to exchange the books.

Come Thursday, I decided to give her a call at 8:30PM just to confirm everything was still going according to plan. She didn't pick up. Typical. I called her back at 9:30PM and she finally answered. She said, "I have appointment at 10:30 at 4th and Oak. I fink...[long pause]...um, I can make it". Alright? What's the point of telling me your agenda when you could have just said, "Yes! We're meeting at 11AM"?.

Friday, my parents dropped me off at my school (don't judge me), and I was about 15 minutes early. I sat at the empty cafeteria and bought myself a coffee. At 11:05AM she finally calls telling me she's at school. We meet and exchange books. She didn't even sit down, laugh about switching the wrong books, or enjoy a coffee with me!...from the way she looks, It doesn't seem like she was very interested in guys...or maybe it was just me. Doubt it -- I'm too sexy.

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On a more serious note, one of my coworkers, Claro has recently passed away. Everyone at work will never forget what a great person you were. Our hearts and prayers go out to Claro's family and friends at this difficult time. RIP.

Cry for the Abuse

On Monday night, we all went to Anthony's house to surprise him at midnight for his birthday, which was on Tuesday. When I got home, I thought it would be a good idea to go to the gym again and perhaps salvage whatever I have left of my extremely athletic body that's hiding underneath that thick layer of fat. I planned that I would go to the gym at 9AM the next morning. I even stayed up late looking through some of my three-year-old fitness magazines (yes, along with the other half of the world, I am a hoarder). The next morning, I was woken up by my 8:30AM alarm. The only thing I remembered next was lifting my head off my pillow, smiling and falling back to bed. I swear, a leperchaun came by as I was sleeping and implanted a magnet to the back of my head with the opposite pole attached to my pillow. I did not make it to the gym, sadly. Damn leperchauns they're always after me dumbbells!

And yet the abuse continues... The other day, I wrote about my horrible experience with fish sauce and my cell phone. Well, when we were at Anthony's front yard waiting for everybody to arrive for the big surprise, Ryan was teaching me Chris Brown's "With You" dance sequence. (Haha...I'm not even going to try and explain why we were doing that.) As I was jumping, my phone fell out of my cardigan's pocket. Now, you may be thinking, "why would it be in your cardigan's pocket" or worst, "why do you even wear cardigans", to respond to your questions, all I have to say is, I don't know. Anyways, two fresh dents on my BlackBerry as it ate the pavement. As I was leaving, I forgot that I had placed my phone on my lap. So when I got up to leave, it fell on the floor once again. Smackdown.

I hope you can see the multiple scratches and cracks through my bad camera work.

Being a good student is hard work. I'm not a naturally smart person, so, if I want to succeed in something, I usually have to work hard for it. So since this semester started, I've been feeling pretty inspired to do better in school. I've been going to class and really focusing on what the instructors were saying when being taught about the production-possibility frontier. When I got home yesterday, I decided it was time to review the material that was taught (something I never usually do). I sat there reading the textbook, and then did part of the homework. The homework is on the course-outline but hasn't even been assigned yet and I already did half of it *golf claps*! After that, I started to read a chapter of accounting. I read two pages and thought it would be a crazy idea if I took notes. Note-taking is the worst. There were so many moments where I just wanted to stop. It would be so much easier if I just typed it out or read the book carefully. But I didn't because doing that was how I ended up having to withdraw from so many of my courses before. I basically took notes from 6:30PM to 1:00am...even though it was just four pages. I did eat, shower and blog on my other blog in-between it all. Now that I look through my freshly hightlighted headers of my notes, I see how crappy it looks. Remember when I said the binders I bought have really crappy, thin paper? Well, the paper was so thin that the ink of my highlighter seeped through the other side of the page. I now have four pages of unintentional rainbows.

EDIT// I'm at school right now and I feel like a complete idiot. Last night, I met someone online who was willing to sell me their used textbook and study guide for one of my courses. So we planned to meet at 4:20PM by the cafeteria today, but she didn't show up. I text messaged her and nothing. She finally called me back with some lame excuse about her having class at 4:30PM -- YEAH, I know that! That's why we planned to meet before your class, you little fucker. Anyways, she told me to come up to the third floor and meet her. I did. At that time it was already 4:35PM, and I sort of felt bad for taking so long to make it up there. I didn't want her to be any later than she already was for that class. I found her and quickly scanned through the text and gave her the money. It wasn't until I came downstairs that I noticed she gave me the study guide to Microeconomics instead of Macroeconomics. I hope her lack of knowledge of the English language is the reason she mixed up an "I" from an "A". I feel so cheated. Don't be surprised if you read in the newspaper tomorrow about a boy who killed a little Hong Kong girl over used textbooks!

Raunchy Hookers

Summer school starts today! I'm pretty excited to get right back into school and start working again. I'm very excited actually. My first class of the day (on Mondays and Wednesdays) doesn't start until 5:30pm, so I have the afternoon to do my own thing. I also have Fridays off, so, Thursday nights would be my night to have raunchy sex with hookers. I went out for lunch this afternoon with my parents for dim sum (once again). It was a pretty good day: cloudy, wasn't too cold or hot. It was a good day until the dumb ass waitress spilled fish sauce all over my phone! Damn. The sauce didn't touch the screen at all, but instead, dripped all over the trackball and the keyboard -- which means my keyboard will forever be sticky and stinky (just like those raunchy hookers). I was pretty mad. But instead of blowing up at the waitress, I just sat there quietly and nodded when she apologized over and over...and over again. I got most of the sauce out, except for the bit that's stuck inside. It still smells like fish and the trackball is actually getting pretty difficult to move. It's time for a new BlackBerry!

My first class wasn't so bad. I got to use my new Five Star Flex Binder. I saw it in commercials last year and thought it was such a cool invention. The flexibility of a notebook but also having three ring-holes, so hole-punched paper can be attached and not hanging out on the side pockets of the your notebook. Whenever I used notebooks, the huge packages of notes the instructors would hand out would always end up ripping the side pockets of my notebook. I actually bought the Flex Binders yesterday at work. They were $12.99 each and I bought two of them. Pretty pricey for binders, don't you think? The paper inside of them were the cheap,recycled kind. Ya know, the really thin paper that'll rip more easily than Britney's pants caused by her frappuccino belly. The whole binder itself looks pretty damn cheap and probably not worth $12.99. Let's hope I make use out of them. I'd use one for school and I'd use the other to organize all the sex I have with the raunchy hookers. I don't know what this post is all about. I have a tendency of writing random posts about random items, as you can seen. Oh well, the freedom of blogs.

[picture courtesy of Mead]

Cringe at Careers

I know most people are probably thinking I'm nuts for going nuts about my future at such a young age. It's because I see all these inspirational fellas making so much money with their innovative and smart ideas and I want to be just as intelligent and successful (and rich!) as them. People like Mark Zuckerberg (from Facebook), Tom Anderson (from MySpace), and Chad Hurley & Steve Chen (from YouTube). Of course, they put a lot of work into what they do and probably studied their asses off before becoming these info-tech geniuses (except for Tom -- I think he was just along for the ride when the other guys created the site. Mark also dropped out of college). Anyways, these guys are quite inspirational regardless of their certs...I guess.

Back in high school, I dreaded the times when we'd have to go to Career Prep. class and talk about our future. In the eleventh grade, I almost tore out all my hair going crazy thinking about graduation and what I should do in the future. I finally buckled down in the twelfth grade and "found" what I wanted. If you've read some of my past entries, you'd know what I want to do. I don't feel like rehashing everything back up because I don't think any of you care for it again.

As I was saying, things are getting confusing these days. I know what I want to do. Over the past year, more and more interests have sprouted. It may seem exciting that I have so much more interests and career opportunities opened, but really, it's just causing confusion. Where do I start? There's a lot of things I want to dabble on, but there's not enough time in a day to experience it all. And because of the worrying and panic, it leads to procrastination (in the steps that would further my dreams) which then leads me to nothing -- I don't get to experience any of it. Should I really invest a few years of my time in that particular interest or should I stick with something that's more "safe" and "stable". I found myself an internship in New York next summer. But should I take it? Do I really want to spend a few thousands working and living in New York doing what that company does, for the rest of my life?

On Tuesday, we all met up at Eva's to hang out. Everyone finally finished their finals and got together hoping to do something crazy. But instead, all eight of us sat at Eva's living room and literally chatted for four hours. Afterwards, we dropped Donna off -- but before she had a chance to step out of the car, I had my "nervous breakdown". It was more of me whining to my friends. We sat in the car for almost an hour chatting some more. I guess I shouldn't pressure myself to commit to anything yet. I know these things take time and experience to figure out. Today, I was sadly flipping through channels and Oprah was on with the ladies from Sex and the City. I watched a bit and the ladies mentioned that they didn't know their "true self" until they were in their 40s. They said your 20s are meant for you to have fun, be crazy and free. It's not until you hit your 40s where you actually settle down and get to know yourself better. Well, of course I'm not going to wait till I'm 40 to choose my career. But, I think what they're saying is, just go with the flow and do what's making you happy, right now. Follow your heart and instincts and you won't go wrong. It's not until you're older and more mature (and lived life) where you understand what you actually enjoy and what you want to do for the rest of your life. And that's exactly what my friend Deirdre said when I had dinner with her and Andy last night. It seemed like this whole week has been my week of discovery and soul-searching. It's been interesting but quite stressful at the same time.

I need to sit down and lay it all out on a giant road map. Write out what I want to do and how I'm going to approach it all. I am going to do all the things I want to do. It's just a matter of "when" and "how".

Alright this blog is stupid. I'm such a whiny bitch. Someone tell me to "shut up" now.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

Look what I got in the mail yesterday. It's an invitation to the grand opening of H&M in Vancouver. I no longer have to travel 45 minutes to Coquitlam. Yes, I did blur out the RSVP contact number because I don't want any of you assholes to be fighting over v-neck sweaters and $10 t-shirts with me.

...what? You got an invitation too? and I thought I was special.

I don't exactly know if it's a good thing that we're getting more and more H&Ms. Remember when American Eagle came to Vancouver? Everyone was so excited about it because it was like a cheaper version of Abercrombie. And then everyone started to wear the same thing. AE clashing was everywhere on the streets -- The AE Clones as I'd like to call them. It's getting a lot better now. People are finally stepping away from AE and shopping at other places. The cloning also happened with girls who bought TNA suits : The TNA Girls. These ridiculous tight track suits that all the girls wore that were eye candy to the guys. Some girls still wear them...they look like robots.

[photo and logo courtesy of Mego Museum and TNA]