Camp Rock
I'm back! For the past month, I didn't feel like writing. And when I finally decided to blog (for the sake of updating my blog), I'd have nothing to write about. Then finals came, and I spent a good week and a half at home. But of course, when it's time to buckle down to find financial derivatives, ideas for my blog start sprouting. Whenever I have a brain fart, all I have to do is open up an old accounting textbook. It makes the world a better place to balance accounts.

The steam that came from my computer
I recently bought myself a new computer. The last one I had was bought when I was in the tenth grade -- it's about five years old and it's only 15 inches! So I upgraded to an iMac. I bought it with the Apple student discount and also received my free iPod Touch and printer.
Anyways, this new iMac is 24 inches! This makes watching porn, birthing videos, movies a whole new pleasure experience. The first day I bought it, the screen went wack and started to steam up. I was able to bring it back to the Apple Store (after an argument with the manager) and got an exchange without having to pay for the stupid $80 restocking fee. Apparently, the fogging of the screen is really common. "The special glue they used on the adhesive (as the screen protector) released too much moisture. That's why the screen steamed up when it got hot. All you had to do was turn your computer on for four or five hours and let the moisture burn off".
What kind of bull is that? Stupid Apple lady -- go eat an apple!
But anyways, finals are finally over. Summer break officially begins! I spent my first night of freedom hanging out with family. My cousin, aunt and uncle came over from Hong Kong for the summer. So the family all went out to True Confections and ordered an illegal amount of teeth-rotting dessert. Having not abused my gym membership for almost two weeks, eating all this cake can't be good for my arteries (let alone my cankles.)
And because I spent so much time staying at home during finals, the amount of chores and errands I had to do really stacked up. I spent the whole day today running around the city trying to fulfill those tasks -- tasks like "replace my flattened blow-up doll" and "pick up payment from Big Daddy George for last month's service". My day was supposed to start at 9am with chores around the house, but because I stayed up till 6am the night/morning before catching up on downloaded episodes of Big Brother 10, I really had to take out a few tasks to adjust my schedule. So of course "chores" were a no-brainer.
In a few weeks, a bunch of us are planning to go camping in Washington. It's pretty funny how we choose to camp outside of all the camp sites in British Columbia. A lot of us have never gone actual camping before. We've all been to camps for school, but that's not real camping. Real camping doesn't consist of scrambled eggs and breakfast sausages appearing right when we walk into a cafeteria (or even have a cafeteria for that matter). Real camping doesn't consist of a lounge area where we can watch Spice World or check relationship statues of your friends on Facebook. And real camping certainly doesn't consist of tantric massages from Camp Counsellor Becky. What? She said all the eight year old boys were getting them for better blood circulation. But anyway, we'll be in the States. And over there, we're not legal to drink! What crap is that? What's camping without nights of cheap whiskey? But then again, what do I know? We're not inviting Becky to THIS camp, so therefore, it's not a real camp . But anyway, if you want to join, meet us at Deception Pass State Park. You could be my hot summer camp love-buddy. I promise I'll be a gentleman ;)
Note: The pictures above have nothing to do with what I posted. I just had pictures that I haven't posted in a while. Also, it may say that this post is written on August 15th, but it was written on the 14th.
Note: The pictures above have nothing to do with what I posted. I just had pictures that I haven't posted in a while. Also, it may say that this post is written on August 15th, but it was written on the 14th.
Also, I just went around to the blogs I usually read and leave comments at, and it looks like a big chunk of those bloggers have stopped blogging. What's the deal?
[pictures courtesy of Donna Ng]



















