It feels pretty damn odd to be at home...like a really boring vacation by myself. I've actually done a lot of chores around the house, such as washing the dishes, vaccuuming, laundry, baking...over the weekend I actually found pleasure in cleaning my bathroom.

I now have a soap-scum free, fully disinfected bathroom. You can smell it too.

Actually I feel strange. I find myself struggling to write emails and even, this journal. The only reason this journal still is is that because I am simply too lazy to download it all, or move it elsewhere.

I started one class yesterday. The instructor is fukkin' hilarious. She's Irish, funny and very laid back.

"An' ef ya gettin' a headache readin' it, go and getcha self a bea', you're too stressed oot."

I've also been trying to exercise more. Right now I'm on a two day streak of actually exercising more. And while I love my body, I know I'm really, really out of shape.

I simply hate feeling like a little wimpy girl, and I noticed my strength (whilst in school) had completely dwindled. And while I love muscles, working at Rogers and watching the Miss Muscle pageants got me too grossed out. I just like the tone and lean look of....me.

Me with a l'il bit of muscle.

I don't even really know when I came to like my body. I know it's not perfect and I still have really huge ass, but I think (not to be vain!) I've just become friends with my body. I remember some article in shape or self or something, and it said to appreaciate your body, force yourself to look at your body....and so, following in the steps of the chick in Tokyo Blue, Case II (Mika?) I stretched in tha nude.

I SWEAR this works..you just have to try it..err...maybe not stretching in the nude, but like looking at your most hated body part or something because I can't explain the effects.

It was a pretty boring day. I wanted to do so much more but somehow I got stuck on the couch watching an old old OLD polygram karoake LD ...Jacky Cheung, Leon Lai, Vivian Chow, Grasshopper..Tam Wing Leung....Shirley Kwan...all the oldie goldies from back in my day. :)

Jacky Cheung is still a cutie. I remember getting all dressed up in eighth grade to go see him in concert at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre. There is soooo much life and meaning in his songs.

I still wanna marry that boy.

hehe.

Yep...I am one sick twenty year old.

Also went to Grand and Toy to pick up some accounting supplies for one of the classes I'm taking. My GOD...a pad of fucking geek paper for 10 bux..is that nuts or what?!?! Well it would have been, but I was a bitch and reported that they better change their sign, "It's priced at 8.99" So I saved my momma some money.

As much as I complain about my mother, I really love her. I just have to be in the right mood to talk to her. She's quite the gossip; as long as she's not talking about me and my life, I can stand her.

My New Years Resolution was to get myself a Good Asian Man. Let's see how my quest for GAM will turn out for 2001.