In Search Of...

Me and a classmate of mine have always casually wondered, "Where do all the Asian girls in town go to have fun?" In our quest for Oriental delicacies, we went to The Rum Jungle. No girls. We went to that other place in West Ed, Escape. Some girls, depending on the night. But in the back of our minds, we were always wary of being shot at by gang members. We went to the Standard. A few yellow patches here and there, but nothing much. So the prospects seemed pretty slim for finding an Oriental utopia.

But on Friday night, we discovered where are the Oriental girls hung out: bubble tea shops. And it was due to the fact that a friend we were with didn't have his ID when going to the local sluttery barn, the Armoury, formerly known as Club Malibu. So instead of ditching the one friend who was ID-less, we decided to wander Whyte Ave for other sources of entertainment. And we stumbled upon this bubble tea shop just off Whyte, Dream Tea House.

Well, not girls, exclusively, but where the Asian ratio was something like 10:1. And there were people of all ages there. The thing I liked about it were the couches. Any place that has couches gets my seal of approval. Couches send the message that we're not all about making money and it's ok to just hang out here as long as you like, to sit and relax, and to take your time.

And it was a relaxed atmosphere, where people were playing dominos, and a game I don't think I had ever seen played in person: Jenga. Maybe next time I'll bring a deck of cards and play poker for the bill.

I ordered a bubble tea with logan and ginger. Dee-licious.

And after the ID-less one did leave, the rest of us decided to go to the Armoury, and it was everything I had expected, for better or worse. Packed with people, writhing like sardines in a can to Top 40. Hideous washrooms with paper towels clogging the sink.

I'm off to Montreal on Tuesday night, to go to PDW, aka Pay-Day-Dooble-Vay as the Quebecers might say, or Professional Development Week. It's a pharmacy student conference where we are supposed to be learning about the profession and listening to speakers talking about pharmacy. But the main draw is Montreal. I'll be back on Sunday night.

Apath...uhh..screw it

Well, this week is the start of a new school semester. Am I excited? Not really. Do I care? Not really. And that is the problem all along. I just don't care about anything much.

I have a night course right now, which kinda sucks since I gotta go to school at night, it takes up precious time that I could better use doing absolutely nothing. It's a collaborative effort working with all the other health care professions, ranging from Nutrition to Physical Therapy. So I got assigned to a group with 6 other people. Our team name is Raging Hamsters. I think we're supposed to do a presentation down the road, like the great Do Bugs Need Drugs topic. At least it's a pass/fail course, so as long as I don't tell kids to drink cough syrup as if it was water, I should be fine.

What the hell do I actually do with my time? All the ridiculously banal stuff like surf the internet and watch TV aimlessly, looking up sports and shit, perhaps in a vain attempt to increase my knowledge and realize my potential, which is something that I feel I have lost. I feel I got no sense of perspective or reality, other than a dull, nagging sense that I can't do anything, the confidence having been sapped out of me a long time ago. Laziness, passivity. To fear everything, shirking any semblance or responsibility, in a confused, self-consciously obsessed state, perpetually trying to delay the inevitable passage of time.

But do I have anything cool to mention?

I had a chicken donair from Marco's Famous, and quoth the Lord: it was good.

I watched the political debate, like the responsible citizen I should be, and though I really wasn't that interested in it, I still watched it, out of some civic duty. I caught the last half of it.

As always, Harper looked like a robot, evidently with a few smile and frown subroutines added for flavor.

Martin seemed flustered, and frustrated, like a person who has hemorrhoids, and resigned to the fact that they simply won't go away. He was constantly attacked by all sides for any hint of scandal and corruption.

Layton was the third alternative against the Americanized Conservatives and the corruption-laden Liberals. He seems like the guy with the most charisma, yet he lacks real credibility because he is NDP. Like a high-end car salesman.

And what can you really say about Duceppe? He doesn't really have to do anything. He's pretty much a lock to win the votes of Quebec voters. He could show up for the debate in a bath robe and slippers and still win the majority of the seats in Quebec, because he is a francophone in a French-speaking province.

Here's one of funniest movies I've seen in a while, portraying Peter Molyneux, creator of games like Populous and Dungeon Master, as a evil genius game designer, if he isn't one already. Link
Props to Blight for showing us the light about The Movies game. Why actually play the game when you can make movies instead? Too bad I can't play it since I'm still running Windows 98. Well, at least I don't get as many viruses as those using XP. Still, I need to upgrade one of these days.