Well today was pretty boring overall but you could say it was more or less better looking, socially speaking.

I have a nervous habit of being a total hermit, and saying nothing in class all the time...but I'm glad that this time over, I'm getting my questions answered in class, and questions that need to ask, I make a sidenote list of so that even if I'm feeling shy, I can email or phone in to the instructor afterwards.

I think what I like about my classes is that the instructors really take initiative, the classes are smaller, and it feels more personal.

It's more like having a mentor rather than an actual instructor. Which is very helpful.

It just goes to show that teachers / instructors / professors getting to know their students makes the students motivated more.

That's my opinion. I think a lot of people would relate to that too....just as doing shit work for a boss you like would be better than doing shit work for a shitty boss. heh. Like here.. one of my instructors really, really works on making everyone understand the material before she moves on, and she makes it fun. How the hell do you make accounting fun?!? I don't know either, but she does it just fine.

And one instructor who breaks it down..and one instructor who makes it a point to know your name and face. Pretty cool. It's basically the second week (2nd day seeing us) and this guy knows like 75% of the class' names.

One thing that I really can not stand though, is tardiness. Yes I can stand it for once, maybe twice, for give or take 10 to 15 minutes, but some students come in half an hour, 45 minutes late. The lecture is only an hour and a half. If you've missed half of it, why come in at all??? I hate it even more when the instructor has to tell them, "handouts at the back" "initial beside your name please" just so that they could fully interupt the entire class. God that pisses me off. Yes, I have been late in my time...but usually, if I am late repeatedly, I know that I'm being terribly rude and inconsiderate of others time, and I will get there on time the next class.

....Lunch has kind of been the high point of my days. But today was pretty tasty. Even my brother gave me a "nine out of ten, just because I didn't make it...or I'm just hungry or something."

I'll consider that a compliment, I guess.

Don't generalize me; I still eat "crap" food. I think I cleared a lot of the tv dinners and canned soup in the house. Today I felt like making some pasta...fresh tomatoes, olives..nummy broth.

It took less than fifteen minutes, too. I just saute'd on low heat a generous amount of shallots and garlic in canola oil, added some vegetable stock I'd made earlier in the week, olives, fresh chopped tomato, salt / pepper to taste, brought to a simmer, and tossed with some linguine that'd been boiling for about eight minutes.

Yummy eats in about fifteen minutes. Ten if you're fast. What you get is a slightly garlicky, winey olive, fresh tomato flavour. Hearty too. And low in fat.

It would have been better had I had some dry white wine to add before the stock, or different, more flavourful stock, for that matter (fish or chicken would be nice,) or some olive oil instead of canola oil..but the last two bottles that I'd purchased from Superstore were completely NASTY. I opened the bottles and they just reeked. Olive oil is NOT supposed to be that way. Gross.

Yeah. it would have been sooo much better with a splash of white wine. But ever since I got in shit for using that vintage Chateau du Beaucastel, I am not up for opening an undesignated bottle of wine in this house.

I love my ass. It's not the typical (small) Chinese one. Round, slightly lifted, accompanied by hips which I think would be perfect for holding on to when I'm wildly boinking or something. Heh. I wouldn't know.

I guess you could say it's in the genes, because some half-cousin of mine (father's side) who was in a Miss Hong Kong pageant or whatever a couple years ago had the same butt. You know how they show the poor girl's measurements next to her pose in the swimsuit round? she had like 30-26-34. I remember jumping out of my seat saying, "what the hell??" That's a little unproportionate. (I, on the other hand, am sexily proportionate.:)

From that moment on I claim my ass as my family heirloom.

Other people get jewels. Some get diningware. Me, my precious? I get an ass. And one heluvah ass it is.

All for me, none for you.

My mother keeps talking and talking about how this friend of hers keeps boasting and boasting about her daughters being so good to her. Fuck...I think EVERYONE knows what type of woman / children these are..and I'm SURE that everyone remembers this "stock character" running in and out of their childhoods. Goddamn... this duo of daughters are like every mother's dream come true. The junior works at GAP. She also likes to bake. She'll bake for her mother. She'll buy clothes at work for her mother. In high school (she also went to the same fucking high school I did), she got straight A's. (Sound like someone in your childhood? uh-huh. Didn't they just PISS YOU OFF???). Literally. She cooks dinner for her family. She's all nice and sweet and shit. sigh.

The senior daughter...she's also friggin' smart. I think currently she's in her third year of university. She has two jobs. The last boast I heard of her mother was how she had made nine hundred dollars for two days of work, EXCLUDING her "other job", oh, and not to mention, "This outfit, this shirt, these pants...my DAUGHTER bought for me from GAP."

Fuuuck. If I was sitting next to my mother's friend while she was talking about her precious little girls, I tell her to shove it.

That alone motivates me to find a job. Find a job and buy my mother a rolex or something so she can show off to that bitch.

Some drugged chick drove her car into a neighbours fence this morning while I was at school. Damnit. Why can't something this interesting happen when I'm at home?? It's not like there's not enough time for it.

And so happens my mother drives by right after it happened. And there's three witnesses. And the car nearly hit a passerby. And the chick, drugged up (not drunk, some witness says), stumbles out of the car, face bloody, and claims that the "vietnamese are after me. I have to get out of here." She can't walk or stand straight, much less walk away from her screwed up car. She puts the car in reverse and tries to get out that way, but it doesn't work. She stumbles out of the car, tries to hobble around to the trunk...falls several times in the process, and gets a bag out of the trunk. Collapses as though the bag was a force pushing her to the ground.

And so my mother calls 911...an ambulance comes, a fire truck comes, they call the police. Three police cruisers come to the scene.

This is fucked up.

This is my neighbourhood. Children play on their front lawns. The car nearly hit one of the witnesses. I have a little sister. hell...it could have been ME walking by.

Man....fucked up.

Did you know the best thing you can say to some one when you're having an argument with them is "you're right"? Fuck, it would solve so many problems if people would just SAY IT.

I had one such instance today with my mother while we were at Crystal shopping center (heh if you can CALL it that) today. Basically it's STARTED OUT as a good idea, and people were at first investing spaces in this mall. BUT, unfortunately... not all the spaces filled up, so now you have a couple okay stores and eateries, with a whole lot of empty space in between. Totally sucks.

I was also reminded more of what Winnie has been telling me about the "dirtiness" of Hong Kong. Crystal is a nearly all-Chinese shopping mall, minus a couple Korean novelty stores and one Curry House, owned and run by a family of east indian people.

So out of sheer coincidence, my mother, sister and I happen to go there on the weekend that Fairchild television's "Octopus" (Gossip Octopus) is on location doing a live auction, draw, and holding general Chinese New Year festivities. Who would have guessed it, Walter, who also hosted the family friend's wedding was hosting the event. He's kinda cute. And single still.

..Of course there's like a million chinese people there.

And we HAD to go to the washroom.

It was SOOO discusting. The usual of HK standards. Urine all over, especially on the toilet seats, footprints on the toilet seats (for them squatters.) and toilet paper all over the place. Am I sure that that liquid around the sink is water? I don't really want to find out.

Ick.

Since I currently have SO much time on my hands, I have joined a collaboration with a group, Journeys. I think it's a beautiful webring, with lots of awesome writers..I hope I can contribute to this!

I would start on this months' collaboration, but it's really like...well...this entry is long enough as it is. I think my first contribution should be more substantial. Not that quantity means anything with out quality..but certainly quality would be lacking at this time of night...and me in this state.

Went ice skating tonight with all the old buddies. Somethings haven't changed, and somethings have.

I...fear that I've finally taken friends for granted for much too long.

I am an energy sucking vampire.

And tonight, things tinged of difference.

I will have to deal with it, either in silence or in sorrow..