Ready, Camera, Action!

So I'm thinking that I need more pictures or even A single picture on my blog. This thing is all grey space, no eye candy.

Speaking of eye candy... :)

How to get on the bad side of your gay boss

While both you and your boss are at the counter, a short man in his 30s, walks by.

(after a moment)

Boss: (in admiration) He was cute.

You: No he wasn't! (while making a disgusted face)

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He really wasn't cute. The guy that walked by had yellowish skin and a snub nose. My gay boss has bad taste in men. Tsk tsk...

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Okay fine. This didn't actually happen. Everything up until my speech is true though.

My boss checks out men infront of me. I suppose he's just trying to bond with me because this doesn't happen around some older married co-workers, but I find this really awkward because he has bad taste. If he picked out cute guys, maybe I would feel differently about our awkward relationship.

Today. (skipping, soldiers, theatre)

Was a relatively good day.

I slept in. Felt like having a Ferris Bueller's day, except with less shenanigans. I just stayed at home, read a book, read various things online. Oh and J-Crew, if you're reading this, thanks. I didn't expect 4 missed calls and 2 text messages from you guys asking where I was. It felt nice being missed (and I say this in the humblest way possible). I am grateful for all of you.

At around noon, I went downtown for a journalism interview (it went pretty good by the way), picked up free tickets to a theatre show. (Yay, perks of working for a publication) Met up with a friend for this journalism seminar. (I go to too many of those!)

At the seminar, the person who was speaking was a renowned war photojournalist who also shot film. He showed us footage of soldiers shooting people. It was weird for me because this was the first time I had seen people shooting at other people. All the other times, it had been war movies. This was real. I cannot describe the feeling, but it was eerie. The soldiers seemed to have a relaxed demeanor while they were killing people. It was so strange. They probably shot people every day, so by the time the photojournalist was filming, the soldier was used to shooting people. I don't think I'd ever be able to be so chill about killing people. On and on, the video rolled, and they just kept firing off more rounds! And this was all real. The soldier had sweat on his face after shooting for so long, and he stopped shooting for a moment. The commander asked if he was alright, and the soldier said "Yeah, I can keep shooting", and he just kept going.

Another thing that struck me about war was that soldiers are incredibly fit. They carry so much stuff. Guns look heavy, according to Cole, guns weigh around 25 pounds. On top of that, they have to carry their backpacking gear, wear all this heavy stuff (those army boots look heavy and clumsy), AND they have to slog through bodies of water, rough terrain, long grass... I really do admire them for their discipline to be able to get their bodies in such shape. I wonder why they decided they wanted to join the army, why they are okay with killing people for a job.

Around halfway through the lecture, we had to sneak out otherwise I'd be late for the theatre performance. (I have this terrible feeling I am going to meet the lecturer some place someday. Maybe he will be the boss of the job I will be applying for, and he'll remember my face and he'll remember that I walked out of his lecture halfway. The room was small enough for him to notice me and Cole. These things always seem to happen to me.)

The theatre performance was okay. I'm not going to write about it here because I'm writing a review on it later, and that would be redundant if I wrote the review and I wrote about it here. All I can say is: some people are really good at acting. The guy I met up with for the interview was a really nice and friendly guy, but he plays a jerk onstage. It was chilling almost. How someone could play a part so well. It was quite inspiring.

I really want to try acting in a full length play. But I know how much work that takes. And I know I don't have the time to commit to something that great yet. And I know that there are much better actors out there.

Seriously, if I could, I'd do everything. I just don't have the time.

What is crazy?

I went to a Christian fellowship meeting at my university in the past week. From the outside, Christianity seems like a cult. I mean, there we were, holding hands in a circle, praying!

It seems that we're crazy, insane people. We pray to someone we haven't met before, we love this person, but we can't prove tangibly that he exists.

This is why faith is so strong. There are a million reasons to why people don't think God exists, yet our religion looks past those rationalizations and continue to believe.

One of the main reasons I believe in God is because of the complexity of the world and the design of living species. There is no way that all of this happened by chance! Think of all the things we can do as humans: breathe, run, walk, hear, see, taste... How is it that all those are by chance?

Someone has had to create all this. We manage to live harmoniously (to a point) with nature- our carbon dioxide is used by plants and plants give off the oxygen humans need. Our body is so intricate, with three different types of blood vessels all with different functions, aiding in our breathing, in carrying waste, etc. We have lungs that we use to breathe, there are muscles and bones and our digestive system- a lymphatic system. There is seemingly no part of our body that is useless (except for the appendix which was useful earlier on). How can all this just happen randomly? If you believe in magic I suppose.

And then there is the miracle of creating another life-form: conception and giving birth. How can everything just fit so perfectly unless it were designed that way?

This brings me to a final question: are believers the crazy ones or is it non-believers who are simply too stubborn to acknowledge that there is someone out there, doing greater things?

Oh KevJumba!

As much as I obsess over KevJumba myself, I thought this was a bit creepy. Haha.

Poor guy with all his fans and girl stalkers.

I really like the nerdy glasses look

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I would totally marry this guy if it weren't for the fact that he was already married and is 38, around 20 years older than me. Ha ha ha.

He has a nice voice and can write music. Swoon...

Lovable Losers

Definition of a loser: someone who isn't likely to succeed in life.

Lovable: you love them anyways because they are cute, charming and have many forgiving qualities.

As much as it's attractive to date someone who is successful and well in control of his life, I feel that pop culture has conditioned women to be infatuated with this particular type of men.

Some examples: Rob Gordon from High Fidelity, Archie from Archie and Friends, Ted Moseby from How I Met Your Mother, the lead male from the Korean movie, My Sassy Girl.

Traditionally, women are brought up to be attracted to successful, powerful, important men; presidents, CEOs, executives, etc. But many movies these days show women with ordinary men. Ex: choosing to marry for love rather than for power/money/fame. It's like the movie Aladdin.

I can't think of the last movie I watched where the woman chose the rich guy over the poor guy. Women are always choosing the poor guy in movies. Ex. Noah Calhoun in The Notebook, the woman in The Illusionist, Mary Jane picking Peter Parker in Spiderman... It goes on and on and on.

I suppose everyone realized that there simply weren't enough princes for all the princesses to "live happily ever after with", so they created the loveable average/ poor guy character.

We're Playin' Basketball

I jammed my finger today during a game of basket-ball with some guys. I really should stop playing around with boys. They play too rough.

It's really strange too, because I'm the only girl that plays ball, so it's hard for me to get into a game in the first place unless I know someone in the game. No one wants to play against a girl because they either have to go easy on me (I'm kind of fragile compared to them), or it'll be awkward for that one person who is guarding me because its like they're singled out to be the less experienced player. Because even I'll admit, I'm rusty in basket-ball and scared that I'll be trampled by the boys.

Today, there was a creepy mandarin guy (who wasn't there last week) who kept staring at me and walking around half-naked. And then he started talking to me, asking if I came to the gym a lot.

Okay, so why was he labelled "creepy" and not "charming"? Take note, boys (who are reading this blog): Because he kept looking at me!

If you want to be charming, talk to the girl, be friendly, but don't pay so much attention to her to the point where she feels self-conscious.

Dream on

I had this dream where it was summer and I went out to the pool and read comics and magazines. Sadly, it's only a dream, we're still in the dead of winter.

Met a really cute guy today that plays guitar and SINGS. He knows how to dress too! Rarity!

He's probably gay. Or has a girlfriend already. That's just what always happens.

Funny Moments of the Day:

Dinner with Cousins:

7 year old cousin: (to my 21 year old cousin in muffled voice) Do you like veggies?

21 year old cousin: (wanting to be a good role model) Yes of course! Veggies are good for you!

7 year old cousin: You like wedgies?

21 year old cousin: Wedgies? ...

Work Tomorrow

I feel like crying already. Ugh.

Ever since the new boss moved in, the whole place has been depressing. And not fun. He somehow seems to be able to drain the life and laughter out of the store and replaces it with artificiality and fake smiles. Everyone is edgy around him. With reason of course, since he critcizes almost everything we do and pressures us to sell things.

I hope my two favourite people to work with are there tomorrow. You wouldn't believe how much of a difference it makes to have good people to work with you.

Shopaholic

Currently reading "Confessions of a Shopaholic".

Observations:
1. The main character is really stupid and childish. I doubt there are people in real life who think that ripping up a bill payment will make it disappear.

2. I'm worried that I'll be influenced to shop from the book. After watching the movie for my best friend's birthday, the day after, I went shopping and sort of went crazy.

3. I should have never ever picked up this book in the first place. It's an easy, light read, but I'm so disappointed in the character- she keeps screwing up her life by making bad decisions. It's almost like torture, reading this book, reading about bad decision after bad decision... But I'm almost done, so I might as well finish it.

Confession

I tell everyone that I switched out of my old stats class because I couldn't understand the heavily-indian-accented prof, but that's half of the truth. I'm in this new stats class because of the gorgeous italian prof. He almost makes me want to learn math! I get up at 7:55am to attend this class. I think that speaks for something in itself.

Feeling Old

Feeling a bit frustrated because I haven't really gotten closer to what I really want to do, but Ingrid Michaelson's story is keeping me going. She started out at 23, and now at 30, she is getting better than ever, and she still acts like she's in her twenties.

Watchmen thoughts:

It's amazing how much make-up and new hairstyles can transform a person so much. I admit, I was a bit infatuated over the character Rorshach. Something about his solo walking, deep voice, fearlessness, and words makes him seem so cool.

And then he took off his mask, and I saw that the actor was Jackie Earle Haley! The same guy that played the creepy sex offender in the movie Little Children! He suddenly got a lot more attractive with orange hair and an attitude. What a great actor! He can transform so quickly! And here I was thinking, right after I watched Little Children, that Haley specialized in playing creepy outcast roles. But no! He can play a superhero! Oh by the way, the name Rorshach is really clever, the way it matches with his mask. Props to the writers of the graphic novel.

Another example of an amazing transformation: the actor Patrick Wilson who played Nite Owl II. He was gorgeous in Little Children, and yet in Watchmen, he is kind of nerdy and starting to bald. I didn't recognize him with the glasses and had to look at the credits to realize who he was!

A third example, Matthew Goode, who played the British heart throb in Chasing Liberty. In Watchmen, he completely lost his accent, became a blonde and played a (sort of) villainous, cold role as Ozymandias.

Though I can't act as well as the three above, I am now wondering how different I could look with different hairstyles or hair colours...or no hair! (haha kidding) Nevertheless, so many possibilities to explore!

Thoughts on Sherlock

He is a very sexy man. I like the fact that he can beat people up with logic. I like men with brains. Yet, though having smarts is attractive, the way Holmes carries it out in such a smooth and sleek James Bond-ish way, makes the package complete.

I used to find James Bond attractive, but he seems too unapproachable. He's got a certain style, hot girls around him all the time- he's a womanizer, and that I don't find attractive. He's the type that would make me feel like "just another one of the gang", which is definitely not cool with me. Do you see how many women Bond has sex with and then throws away?!

Don't have a plan B because it will deter you from plan A

I really cannot be a journalist for my whole life. This arrangement will not work out. I realized this today while running around for quotes from sources for a huge article.

My love is art. I still love journalism, searching for the story, discovering things, satisfying my curiousity and learning things I would not have known. I feel compelled to write whenever I discover something new, yet the stress that comes with not being able to say exactly what I mean does not sit well with me.

I suppose you can get stressed with art too. With not being good enough, or not creating enough. Or having an artistic block.

Writing is different, once you learn, it automatically flows. Style comes naturally and it is not very noticeable in journalistic writing. Once you learn the format, you get it for the rest of your life. Easy.

Maybe I should scrap the whole university business of journalism and just go back into studying art. I would be less stressed and I would be closer to fulfilling my dreams.

But I know I can't. Simply because I am still curious about journalism and also because I owe it to the future me to know what would happen if I kept going at journalism. I can always drop everything and run back to art. I can't go back to this exact program if I drop now.

I have a hot prof for one of my classes. Imagine James Marsden with hipster glasses.

He is married, but that is okay because now I know what is out there. He's really nerdy in a cute and funny way, he says things like:

"The other day, I was talking to my wife in equations. I said 'let p be the fridge, let b be the beer, open p and bring me b'".

He was joking of course, but it's still really nerdy. I wonder who he was in high school, I wonder how he met his wife.

He reminds me of Will Shue from Glee.

Dialogue

Meetings in houses:

"Okay, I will clean my room before you come over."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to think I'm a slob."

"Why do people feel like they need to clean their houses everytime someone visits? I feel it is more honest if people left their houses just the way it is."

(a pause)

"Okay. I won't clean it then."

(another pause)

"But then again, it's nice to have good personal hygiene as well..."

Liebe

I need to move to Germany and meet David Kross. I watched the trailer for his movie, Same Same but Different. I don't understand what the actors were talking about, but I recognized one word, "liebe", which means love. I feel like I'm on my way to learning and understanding this language already!

German men are so lovely. They make me wish I could speak German.