Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Same old song, 15th verse
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is
(Nelly Furtado)
Ingredients: Butterflies, Anxiety, Excitement, Melancholy, Relief
Instructions: Jam in a blender. Mix. Pour and serve chilled with mint garnish.
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is
(Nelly Furtado)
Ingredients: Butterflies, Anxiety, Excitement, Melancholy, Relief
Instructions: Jam in a blender. Mix. Pour and serve chilled with mint garnish.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Stooopid
A gnat just flew into my cup of tea (read: hot liquid) and committed suicide. No alphabet soup jokes for this one.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
New Year (Happy or Not Happy? TBD)
I thought I would at least attempt to gather my thoughts for a focused post. That is just not going to happen when I am having this delicious berry tea after a meal of udon curry.
Instead, I am distracted by reading Fart Party comics (thanks to Lorrie-doo) and watching a Japanese TV drama about prostitution rings and the men who run them (but is actually a love melodrama - yes, I'm rather confused too).
The holidays seemed to run past me, as it seems like it was only yesterday that I met up with Grace and Jeff in Evanston so that I could get my pants that I lost in Mix's bedroom. As risque as that sounds, the actual story is quite uneventful and would bore my bellybutton lint to tears. We plowed through a lovely conversation of career in CSR, Grace's handle of Jager, and Arab male attitude.
If I were to be remotely true to my exciting holiday vacation, I would be posting the beautiful snaps of the chateau in Quebec City, creatures I saw at the Biodome in Montreal, the cute dog at Randy's parents' house, and the gluttonous feast that goes on in the Takasu residence during the winter fattening time. But alas, I am lazy.
I ate a lot, watched some movies, and watched a butt-load of great BBC shows (Black Adder and The Blue Planet -- so addicting! I just sit in awe like a dumb child when I see the footages from this show and makes you want to go diving immediately.) It was quite a laugh to see Hugh Laurie in Black Adder again. Still can't really believe that he's the same man on House. Quite a change...
I have yet to finish an Economist cover-to-cover (I don't know why, but I can never do it), but I am determined to renew the subscription this year. Maybe that will be the new year's resolution - finish an Economist cover-to-cover (one of these days).
Well, any other promise is bound to be broken. 'I see,' said the blind man, as he peed into the wind. 'It's all coming back to me now.'
Instead, I am distracted by reading Fart Party comics (thanks to Lorrie-doo) and watching a Japanese TV drama about prostitution rings and the men who run them (but is actually a love melodrama - yes, I'm rather confused too).
The holidays seemed to run past me, as it seems like it was only yesterday that I met up with Grace and Jeff in Evanston so that I could get my pants that I lost in Mix's bedroom. As risque as that sounds, the actual story is quite uneventful and would bore my bellybutton lint to tears. We plowed through a lovely conversation of career in CSR, Grace's handle of Jager, and Arab male attitude.
If I were to be remotely true to my exciting holiday vacation, I would be posting the beautiful snaps of the chateau in Quebec City, creatures I saw at the Biodome in Montreal, the cute dog at Randy's parents' house, and the gluttonous feast that goes on in the Takasu residence during the winter fattening time. But alas, I am lazy.
I ate a lot, watched some movies, and watched a butt-load of great BBC shows (Black Adder and The Blue Planet -- so addicting! I just sit in awe like a dumb child when I see the footages from this show and makes you want to go diving immediately.) It was quite a laugh to see Hugh Laurie in Black Adder again. Still can't really believe that he's the same man on House. Quite a change...
I have yet to finish an Economist cover-to-cover (I don't know why, but I can never do it), but I am determined to renew the subscription this year. Maybe that will be the new year's resolution - finish an Economist cover-to-cover (one of these days).
Well, any other promise is bound to be broken. 'I see,' said the blind man, as he peed into the wind. 'It's all coming back to me now.'
