we can go where no one else can see us

It snowed last night. Everything subsequently turned to slush by day.
yada yada yada... lol, but amidst the complaints it's always a chuckle to see some of the international students going absolutely ballistic over seeing and experiencing falling snow. Slush/snow/sleet - that's doable... but when effing black ice is on the road... oh gawd, I'm such an asian driver in such circumstances. Oh stereotypes, how you make me laugh. <3 Russell Peters (thanks Gautam).

tonight,

my ghost shall dance with your ghost

I am not a potted plant.

"when i need to wipe my face
i use the back of my hand
and i like to take up space
just because i can
and i use my dress
to wipe up my drink
i care less and less
what people think"
-ani difranco

you've got earth's flesh in your hands... what are you going to do?

house cat, cool cat.

Cat dissections are terribly smelly. The poor feline was most likely a happy house cat before it got sent to our lowly little lab for scientific purposes. Suffice to say, this course is terrible. Don't take it... comparative vertebrate zoology is complete crap unless you have some innate desire for memorizing phylogenetic trends and embryonic origins. Anyways, I hate this course, the instructors hate me and I need the marks to pass.

ugh. I'm in a bad mood just thinking about this.

PS - it's a boy... and as an interesting note, rats have larger testes than cats.

Magic of Times Square, NYC, USA

[image: Patrick Altmann]

sterile greetings to winter

I'm sick with a fever and sore throat right now. I hate feeling weak and sore all over. I should get a flu shot tomorrow anyways.

However, the one thing I like being sick is that I can actually sit down, zone out and actually pay attention to what I'm reading/writing. This is a plus, considering finals are just in a couple of weeks. fux.

[image: visionaries]

refresh this sigh

this heart feels so heavy
because breathing in,
feels so heavy.

i'd love for the snaking branches
in my chest
to feel enraptured with the cool -

I'm just feeling so heavy
that's all.

dream smaller

Wearing thin and a little frayed at the edges.

I learned from my human anatomy/physiology prof the other day that the current average age for girls getting their first period is 7.5 - 8 years in North America. That factoid alone sent gasps throughout the class. 30 years ago, the average was 15-20 years. This early onset of puberty is probably linked to the body's physiological response to obtaining optimum nutrient/fat levels for child bearing (aka we're getting fatter younger). So what are the implications of child rape cases?

I looked around further and found that the youngest girl to ever give birth was only 5 years old. Her name was Lina Medina and the father of the child to this day, was never known. So scary...

sexy? pourquoi?

PS2 came out with some REALLY weird ads... ah well, something strange like that always catches our attention.

In any case, I'm in a grumpy mood. I left my pencil bag at the SUB after massage class and I am clearly sure that it is looooong gone. Poo poo to the new owner of a pencil bag with latex gloves, bandaids and shitloads of stationary + a calculator. I need some of that crap for dissection tomorrow. >: ( Ah well, c'est my incompetence. I should've left a used condom with a happy face drawn in sharpie stuffed into the front pouch for added security/sentimental value. hell hath no fury as a science student without her pencil bag and cue cards. Okay, blown way out of proportion but I feel like uninhibited complaining. I was too concerned with chatting up with the massage therapist about the effects of rubbing preparation H all over body builders and how crazy power lifters are (they just smoke, starve and bench insane weights all day). Interesting conversation nonetheless.

Furthermore, I need exercise. I'm blogging that fact here to exentuate the emo crisis I am currently undergoing.

lesbians are gay

[Image: Panos Yiapanis]

So I'm dunzo my paper and twiddling my fingers. I bought a 2500 paged illustrated medical dictionary and a manga today at the bookstore. Needless to say, the manga was terrible but it was like $2 so whatever. And the medical dictionary was just for fun.... because I feel like a dork carrying around the BC Health Guide like a bible. Anyways, I should be studying for a physiology quiz tomorrow... the TA from that lab is literally, the epoch of emo... so sweet.

And as a side note:
More guys need to just feel comfortable with their male-ness. There's no need to PROVE it because it just renders you childish and annoying. Making a whole fuss every few sentences about how you're not gay begs me to question your sexuality - not that I care at all in the first place. I'll rant about sexuality some other day. But for now, it's getting late.

PS - that man above is gorgeous.

Memoirs of a Geisha

Ohhh man, this movie comes out in December. I love the book but I don't know if the movie can even come close to pulling it off. The costumes and art direction in the movie look amazing though. I don't know about the casting but I'm sure Ken Watanabe will pull something off <3

Here's the trailer: http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/memoirsofageisha/trailer/

broom ball

ahhhh, excitement!
Gonna play in the ubc broom ball tournament this january... that is if we can get enough people to make a team.

Anyways, my TA hasn't e-mailed me back yet... so I'm still frickin' stalled on this paper. Euuuuuuuurgh, it takes time for things to process on turnitin.com! I give up searching for the perfect article to base this stupid paper on. Smite you kinesin motor proteins!

*shakes fist*

everything was beautiful.

but the air was not sweet,
our hands not clean.
there was only a languid breeze
and silence.

Lest we forget.

of love and mathematics

infinitum still goes on
where two parallel lines
will eventually meet.

perhaps our paths shall cross again
star cross'd and tangled,
in the simplicity of zeno's conundrum
where motion doesn't exist.
shatter it:
t, t+1.

bump

kawaii!

Theme for "RECREATE the moment after a crime"

*sigh*
minutes too late again,
I will wait.

and imagine.

cinemanouma

mmmmm, German is so delicious.

I'm also not at Matt Good's final tour show tonight.
Why is that? :(
I'll just bask myself - In a Coma style.

Nothing new to report for today... I think I've been getting too much sleep lately. Ironically, I've been less productive because of it. But then again, I am never productive. I've got a bio paper due in 2 weeks time. It certainly isn't going to be like another Hemigrapsus nudus vs. Hemigrapsus oregonensis storyline anymore.

all is full of love

I was going through old files and came across the video for Bjork's "All is Full of Love". I have to say, it's quite beautiful (quirky or weird if you dismiss Bjork as just plain crazy). Not bad considering it was made in '97.

Look here: http://www.glassworks.co.uk/search_archive/jobs/bjork_all/

it's all come undone

I can tell you stories of how they struggled to establish a cultural identity here.
I can tell you about the golden mountain
the broken windows, empty promises
$500.
I can tell you about the smells of the temple, and the bbq duck displayed behind window cases.
I can tell you about the hissing,
the derogatory slurs in The Vancouver Sun
headlining, "go back home chink-gook eyes".
It wasn't unusual to be spat at, shoved aside, placed last.
Inferior race, it's always the hardest step.

Looking at it all now, I don't even know where I belong because apparently the past never mattered, the struggle meant nothing. English isn't even my first language... but I've forgotten my native tongue. I've never even taken a sticker photo before. I've never hung out at asian malls with huge groups of friends. I've never ever done these bubble-tea outings before. I know nothing about my culture.

just tradition
under rug swept.
I'd be willing to show and share too but -
Listening, it's always the hardest step.

[visual: Dr. Hofmann]