the le tigre gig rocked. dyke haven ballz. Hot ones. and, if ever things between carrie and me don't work out, i've decided to include kathleen H as a back up.

why is everyone hooking up? or is it just Heinz? hai... so, anyway, highlights from the last week:

1) locked myself out on the balcony. and subsequently reflected on how my life is one constant bad sitcom without the hot actresses while stuck out in 6 degree weather clad in tank and jeans.

also, my dear roommate, who was fortunate enough to be around the area when i called her, was sympathetic enough to rummage around in her room for her camera for 'retard-roommate-with-visable-nipple-sightage-as-a-result-of-being-locked-out-for-HALF-AN-HOUR' picture taking before letting me in. apparently, the Japanese sense of humor is the same as a Singaporean's - fucked up.

2) Got sucked into a protest against Canadian mitary participation in Iraq. Who knew the Canadians had an army? What're they gonna do? 'Eh' the enemy into submission? Also, there was this guy standing apart on a separate platform, waving a flag with marijuana imprints. kinda surreal. i don't think he was affiliated with the protest group though - their protest slogan wasn't "hey dude, get the troops outta Iraq, dude."

3) Cooked my first meal, ever. (stir-fried bok choy) Wanted to fall on my knees and weep, also to call Martin Yan and tell him, "You're right! So can I!"

What else? Oh yeah, roomie's gotta friend bunking with her for the next five days. I've learnt that Japanese, while pleasant to uncomprehending ears in shortish bursts, grates incessantly when carried on throughout the night. heh, wonder if she'll get to find out how multiple "nabei" sound in stereo come December.

Also,may have unintentionally uncovered scandalous details about a certain someone. Will elaborate more after comfirmation of said details using my Nancy-Drew-mates-with-Sherlock-Holmes-like deductive skills.


parade downtown. some fuckface kept pushing me from behind. wanted to morph into a lion and roar into her face and then bite her head off. it didn't happen.

i love sleater kinney. did i mention how much i love sleater kinney? i love, love, LOVE sleater kinney. CARRIE CALL ME!!!

The Japanese have kickass phones man, for real. Kickass. We'll probably be using them in 3 years' time.

in other news, dada/cory/wewe/da/whatever-the-fuck-i'm-called ang is:

doing fine-not homesick yet, but feeling the loss of y'all cheebyes more

getting dumber and dumber (i know, how is that even possible anymore?)

showing signs of a beer belly

worried about transfiguration of swallows into roosters as result of beer belly

doing ok in her studies ("study? vat ees dis ting you call 'study'?")

liking apartment living, also her roommate. not in that way though

pissed off about calling SEAN! like a million times and never getting him. (call me you neh neh kia)

eating dollar-a-slice pizza everyday because she's spending all her lunch money on fags.

happy, but cautious. and missing something.

because there's always a catch.

as always, pictures:


me likey dinner.


me likey dinner more when it's unwrapped




they likey dinner too.


me really, really likey dinner.


she likey dinner too much