February 18, 2003

Ahhh. It's been a while. I was even taking (mental and physical!) notes all day about what to write about. . . .but now I don't have my notes.

Anyways. As promised, here is my "NICE" comment...Rav has found my journal too, but she is the sweetest, most darling girl I have ever met. She is SO cool....she reminds instructors of certain untruths in the most profound ways, all the while smiling with a dimple in her chin. Awww. Rav is so cute.

*snicker*

A late gung hay fatt choy, and a belated V-day to all! Was it as good for you as it was for me? Chinese New Year was full of a lot of nostalgic memories as I watched lion dancers prance at Crystal Mall one day, and in Chinatown the next. I remember covering my ears in Chinatown when I was a youngster, walking alongside my grandparents near the old TD bank. . .this new years, I strolled with Mark, purchasing some goodies to snack on from New Town bakery, buns so hot they would basically burn your hand, while my cocktail buns were freshly brought out of the kitchen, and we stood in groups around the various dragon dancers.

I wish I could be like lillian in a dragon dancing troupe. It'd be so cool to even just be the stupid spotter waving a fan wearing a mask on the side....

Valentines day. I read ernie's account of v-day, how he felt like the benedict arnold this year. I felt it too. ...Although Mark and I have been together for 2 years, I don't think we're the "couple-y" kind of couple. We're not mushy or feely or whatever. So it's nice to have those special moments. In short, v-day was great and sweet and nicely romantic. We made a dinner of baby herbs and greens with salmon and shrimp, dressed with a creamy honey'd wasabi sauce, followed by peppery NY steak with sweet onion confit and baby corn. baby baby baby baby.

Happy birthday to my little sister who is a big 14 years old. (even though she doesn't read this). Who knows though. She knows where it is. She just doesn't tell me that she reads this I suppose. I gave her Clinique foaming face cleanser and glosswear in whisper. They are both GREAT products. Plus she's been mooching my cleanser, so it's about time that I can mooch off of "hers". heheheh. I am so evil. Anyways the lip gloss is a pretty sheer pink too. I think it looks good on her. It shall be the first step of converting my tomboy sister into a *girl*. awww. :)

I also made her and my mom chicken legs stuffed with mushroom duxelle with creamed corn (microwaveable!), potatoes, and sauteed onions finished with balsamic vinegar. It was a very sweet dinner...I didn't notice it when I was making it, but from the honey in the sauce to the carmelized onions and the sweet corn, this was a "sugary" dinner. Oh well. Happy birthday.

I noticed the sugar because I am in week two of my reduced sugar, reduced starch, exercise program thing. It's actually working. I'm still eating. A lot. And a lot of protein. But less of the daily candy, chocolate, cookies, breads, potatoes, pastas, chips, and syrupy fruit. I am still eating rice at night and cereal in the morning. It's just the sweets and starches in moderation. I don't know if it has had any effect except that I have "more energy" from the exercise, but my pants feel longer. Either I'm sorter or my pants are growing. Or I'm going nuts like schizo Rav.

I'm a metal monkey...the year of the goat/sheep/ram is supposed to be a great one for me. I don't think I would have said that if you asked me about two weeks earlier, but here we are and I am having a good day...week for that matter.


I am a dork. Thursday we have an exam. We were told today. Yes...an exam that is worth 15%, we were told today. Tuesday. Not last tuesday. Today. Two days before the exam. aiyah. Anyways I got all excited and asked the instructor, "what kind of answers...duh..QUESTIONS will be on the exam?" It made everyone laugh as I kinda blushed and rolled my eyes and smiled all at the same time.

Helen and I message every now and then on yahoo messenger. It's usually when we're up later in the evening and working on our lab reports. Last week I told her about how I have no "loy sing", no patience to stick with things I set out to do. I get like this everytime I do something, in the final stretch. Yes I usually start out with every intention of finishing, and yes I may make it in ok, with good progress...but when it comes to finishing and graduating and completing...it terrifies a part of me that scares me into submission to failure. It's almost like I will failure to take over, that I surrender to its familiarity. I submit.

I do not want to do this in my right mind and in my right conscience. But when it comes down to it, feel almost like I want out from it all, I want the simplest life of no challenges and easy pleasures. How easy is it to earn minimum wage and live just one day at a time?

*sigh*

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