Monthly Archive: February 2006

Glade purgatory

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Sun. February 26, 2006

I have absolutely no sense when it comes to air fresheners. Actually, no, I can’t say that; I have enough sense not to pick out a can of something named “Stench Blossom Bouqet” if the chance ever came up. What I mean is that I make bad decisions when choosing supposedly nice smells.

On Thursday, I stopped by the Zellers at the Malvern Town Centre for a refill to my Glade air freshener in my room here in Waterloo. Previously, I had picked up something called Hawaiian Breeze. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Thing is, even with the air freshener set to its lowest setting my room smelled like some sort of fruit salad exploded all over the place. Seriously. Imagine if someone took a slice of papaya and smeared it all over your walls. That’s the image that comes to mind. It was pretty damn strong. I put up with it though, because I just didn’t want my room to smell like the room of a stale bachelor pad. The smell may have been a bit too strong though. My roommate once came in the room, smelled the air, and thought that I had been masturbating heavily…which…NO.

The smell (of a luau gone awry) died down, and I thought that the plugin had stabilized somehow. Not the case though: the bottle of oil was just nearing the end of its life.

So, anyway, back to Zellers. I was debating between two choices they had there: clean linen, or apple and cinnamon. I was really leaning towards clean linen, but for some reason apple and cinnamon won out. I thought it would be a quaint smell, and besides the scent of cinnamon is supposed to be very stimulating for males (so I hear). So, as soon as I got back to my room here in Waterloo, I plugged it in. Now I’m mildly regretting not going with clean linen. My room now smells like someone placed a small explosive in a McDonalds apple pie and detonated it in the centre of my room. I suppose it will take a few days to get used to, but in the end, I think I should stick to scents that aren’t quite so fruity.

Damn you, Glade!

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Should probably read during reading week

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Sat. February 25, 2006

Yesterday, when Sharon and I were walking around the mall, we stopped by the Home Hardware to look around. We weren’t really looking for anything in particular; we were just walking around for the sake of walking. Inside, I found out that they were selling bags of Skittles for $0.99. These weren’t just the small bags either: there were the normal sized 191 g bags. I purchased 2 bags, and in the span of the 24 hours since then I’ve already finished 1.5 bags. That’s just not good for my system. I figure I’ll pay for it sometime within the next 48 hours. As I type this though, I’m staring over at this open bag of them. It’s like they’re calling me. Screw that though. It’s not healthy.

Anyway, Saturday is coming to a close. That pretty much means then that reading week is now over and done with. Oh, joy of joys! This wasn’t long enough. It feels like I’ve been constantly on the move. To an extent, I really have been. Just today, my mom and I ventured out to Brampton to visit my aunt who’s about to be moving to the States. So yeah, putting a lot of mileage on the car. Thing is, during all this time I’ve had intentions to study for my two midterms on Wednesday, but so far nothing has happened. Maybe I’m mildly guilty. I mean, I know a lot of people work so much harder and are super stressed at the moment. However, I know how I work, and I’m know that I’ll do well enough no matter what. After 5.5 years of going at it, I’m prety good at what I do, you know? I don’t expect that to change now.

Although, I do worry. I mean, as it is, I seem to be the only one that’s this relaxed. Maybe it’s ignorance. Perhaps it’s over-confidence. Or maybe, it’s the very fact that I’ve got it all figured out. Whatever the case, the end of this chapter in my life will be coming to a close soon enough.

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I see dead people…or not

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Fri. February 24, 2006

Oh blah. Headed to the Ontario Science Centre with an old friend today in an attempt to catch the Body Worlds 2 exhibit. We wanted to see it because this is the last weekend that the exhibit will be in town. Well, I arrived by bus, while my friend, Sharon, drove in and paid the parking fee. Thing is, when we got to the ticket counter, we found out that the next available entry time was 3 in the morning. Well screw that…what would we have done meanwhile in the next 11 hours? We would have gone to see the main Science Centre exhibits, but that was closing at 5 p.m. So, we left.

Honestly, I think that the Science Centre really dropped the ball on this one. In the past, there was really no need to have “set times”. At least, that’s what my other friends who have seen the exhibit have said. Now, this all comes as a big surprise. I fully understand the need to regulate the number of people who see the exhibit…but this is ridiculous. A stupidly large number of people will have already paid for parking, only to find out that they can’t enter right away. Sharon was one of those people. Geez!

In any case, instead of seeing the exhibit, Sharon and I went out for dinner, followed by a walk around a nearby mall. So, this makes the second night in a row where I’ve had dinner with a female friend. Last night, I met with Anne, whom I hadn’t seen since the Anime Expo last year. We made plans since late last year to eat at the Korean Grill House which was a result of me eating there last Christmas. Anyway, the night went over really well. Everything was good, except for the fact that we burned so many pieces of meat. Wait, I should correct that: I burned so many pieces of meat. That’s just becase we were so engrossed in conversation that we weren’t really paying close attention to the cooking. It’s all right though, I mean, we ended up eating those burned pieces anyway. Eating those pieces was odd though. The grease and charcoal was kind of smudging my mouth all over in one big black pasty mess. Oh, but that’s what napkins are for. Overall, the night went well. Anne and I need to go out to eat again sometime soon.

Today, Sharon and I went to Memories of Japan. Last time I went there was 3 years ago. I had a good meal there, so I thought it would be good to bring Sharon there today. We were good friends back in high school. She’s one of those people where you can pick up right where you left off, as if no time had passed. Even though she wasn’t a huge fan of the maki rolls or the miso soup appetizers, she enjoyed the other food, which was cool. Of course, the experience wasn’t about the food; it was more about the company.

So anyway, that’s been my reading week thus far. I’m hoping to cut back in spending over the next few days. Of the past 6 nights, I’ve eaten out 4 of those nights. Insane. Life is good, yo.

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The Quick and Painless ENNEAGRAM Test

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Thu. February 23, 2006

Ganked from Mama Ky.

the Questioner
Test finished!
you chose CY – your Enneagram type is SIX.

“I am affectionate and skeptical”

Questioners are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
How to Get Along with Me

  • Be direct and clear.
  • Listen to me carefully.
  • Don’t judge me for my anxiety.
  • Work things through with me.
  • Reassure me that everything is OK between us.
  • Laugh and make jokes with me.
  • Gently push me toward new experiences.
  • Try not to overreact to my overreacting.

What I Like About Being a Six

  • being committed and faithful to family and friends
  • being responsible and hardworking
  • being compassionate toward others
  • having intellect and wit
  • being a nonconformist
  • confronting danger bravely
  • being direct and assertive

What’s Hard About Being a Six

  • the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind
  • procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
  • fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of
  • exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
  • wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
  • being too critical of myself when I haven’t lived up to my expectations

Sixes as Children Often

  • are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn
  • are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
  • form a team of “us against them” with a best friend or parent
  • look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
  • are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent

Sixes as Parents

  • are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty
  • are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
  • worry more than most that their children will get hurt
  • sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries

Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele
The Enneagram Made Easy
Discover the 9 Types of People
HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages
Link: The Quick and Painless ENNEAGRAM Test written by felk on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

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ERTW…still

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Wed. February 22, 2006

I’m writing this from the comfort of home.

I was originally going to write loads and loads about the ceremony and getting the ring, but it became apparent really quickly that doing so would be improper. The matters of the ceremony are not for the public. You dig?

In any case, I’ve been wearing this thing for close to 21 hours or so now. It still takes some getting used to, but overall, I’ve taken very well to this ring. It’s a really humble and simple band. I showed it to my mom a little while ago, and she was asking, “That’s it? Does it at least have your name engraved on it?” Well no, it doesn’t. There’s just no room for that on this thin band. It is wrought with symbolism though; that, overall, is the most important part.

So what does it symbolize? It’s a reminder to make sure that whatever I do, and whatever I create is for the betterment of humanity. It’s also a reminder that I have to be socially responsible. As far as reminders go, those two aren’t so bad.

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ERTW

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Tue. February 21, 2006

Getting my iron ring in less than 1.5 hours.

More later on. ^_^

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Heading Northbound

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Mon. February 20, 2006

Aw hell. I was having a good nap which was interrupted by a loud pounding on the front door. I scrambled to get some pants on and see what was the matter. It was the landlord who needed to do some maintenance on the house. Great. It’s OK, I guess. I needed to get up anyway.

So, the other day I was around downtown (same day I was blessed), which I’m slowly getting more and more accustomed to. Err…that is, I’m accustomed to being downtown, and not being a target for pigeons. Anyway, seriously man, I might need to live down there. I was walking around for hours an hours, and as a result the next day my hip flexors were all achy. I’m taking that to mean that I got some much-needed exercise.

Anyway, for something different, I decided to drop by Northbound Leather at Wellesley and Yonge. I’ve seen the website, and I was mildly intrigued. So, when I saw the store I thought I’d go and experience what that was all about. As soon as I walked in, the scent hit me. It was unmistakably the smell of cowhide, mixed in with bursts or latex and PVC. Seeing all the gear, I surprised myself by feeling very awkward and out of place. This is despite some of the clerks being nice and friendly. The woman at the front desk was wearing a black and red corset and otherwise looked very professional. She was great with the chit-chat. There were a lot of butch gay guys roaming the place, pawing at the leather shorts and jocks. It’s ont surprising though, since the store is really close to the Toronto gay village. The clerk at the back counter was having a conversation with a few of them: “Oh, you’re going to the leather party tonight? I’ll see you there!” Another female staff member was talking to another customer: “Yup! Your partner is trying it on upstairs, you can join him if you want”. Surely, he was trying on something a lot more personal.

Upon walking out, I was kind of speechless. I kind of thought I’d get the courage to try on some leather pants or something. I mean, the joke among my group of friends is that I’m the one most likely to develop an “interest” in leather. Thing is, this time I was just too busy taking it all in and processing all the info. Suppose then that I need to find a girlfriend that’s willing to go there to explore. Sounds kind of fun, if you ask me.

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Shit happens

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Sat. February 18, 2006

Yes, it does.

Today was an interesting day. Cindy and I were walking around downtown. I was mostly there to give input regarding her grad ball dress. Anyway, while walking down Yonge, a flock of birds suddenly lurched overhead. Usually I wouldn’t have given it much thought, but this time was different. I felt some wet drops fall on my head. I wanted to make sure it was just water, but when I checked my glove I could see wet white goop.

SO GROSS.

Luckily, Cindy had a few napkins, so we got a bit out of my hair. Unfortunately, the rest had already dried up. I mean, damn, that stuff dries really quickly. We couldn’t get some of the chunks out–they seemed to be cemented. So, we rushed over to the Eatons Centre where I went to the washroom. Yup. As I poured water over my head, I could feel a chunk coming out in my hands. So disgusting. I got what I could out, but I didn’t feel right. And I continued to not feel right on the subway and on the way home.

As soon as I got home, I took a shower. When I got under the water though, I was hit with the scent of bird shit. I had to really scrub myself down and wash my hair a few times. Rest assured though, I’m now quite clean.

When I told mom, she was joking that it’s a sign of good luck to be showered with blessings. I personally don’t find her joke to be all that funny. However, if it happened to someone else, I know I’d be laughing as well. Oh well. I write this disgusting story here just to make sure that it doesn’t get spread around through second or third hand accounts. The truth is right here, yo.

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