Ta-dah! I'm back... once again.
I dislike the fact that I tend to neglect my blog, and come back to it whenever I'm procrastinating. I'm in the phase of denial; I am not willing to admit that I do have to plow through 8 chapters for my HRM midterm (on Thursday), and that miracles do not happen, and the information will not magickally flow into my head, allowing me to know the whole textbook (inside and out) without flipping through a single page. Sigh, why did life have to be so darn difficult?

These past two weeks of my life consisted of mauling box after box of tissue to create my very own Mui paper wontons. They're extra round, with extra filling - mmm... extra nutrition. Also along with the paper wonton making, I decided to become an infectious coughing and walking contamination to the world around me. And of course, I can't pull a "destruction to the world" plan without falling ill with the fever. But, thankfully, I'm currently inhaling antibiotics and on my way to a nice and speedy recovery. Poof, there goes my plan to infect every living person on this planet with my sickness; but at least I get my voice back soon, and I'm free to eat anything I please. Wait, who am I kidding? I eat anything I please now anyways - so I guess, no change there.

A quick and brief update; my life is just too overly dramatic. If I got a penny every time drama happened in my life, I'd be a billionaire by now. Drama tends to follow me around, no matter where I go, and no matter how hard I try and hide. But I guess I have to admit, in a way, the drama entertains my little dull life - except, the drama... makes my life... too....... dramatic. Touche.

其实我今天没什么好写的。。但是我觉得我这几个月发生的事情太多了。有很多不开心和令我心疼的东西发生，但是，在黑墨之中我也可以找到暗暗的一个小灯光。人生就是这样子。
希望这个小小的灯光可以变成一个不会消失的烈火，一之陪着我走我要走的路。

Today I went to the Puma Warehouse Sale!!  Yay!!  I was able to buy a total of five items, and spent only $220!!  Two pairs of shoes, and three bags - what a deal!  $60 for each pair of shoes, and two bags were $20, and the big navy bag was $35 (not including tax) - usually prices for Puma shoes in stores are around $130, and bags are around $50 to $70.  Me and my sister waited for around two hours before we finally got into the building, and then once we were let in, we went dashing for all the goodies.  First thing we went to were the bags - because, bags were one of the best deals, besides shoes.  I really didn't think they'd have my size in shoes, so I wasn't especially keen to go rummage through the shoe table, but the bags!  Oh, the bags!!  It was Puma bag heaven!  And the thing was, employees would put out new bags from time to time, and so people were like moths attracted to a flame.  And I can assure you, those females that were in the bag section, were ferocious!  They were fighting tooth and nail for those bags - I could not even push past some short tubby lady to get to a box.  It was like everyone was pulling out kung fu stances out of their asses, and just not letting people get past them.  It was really, and utterly, crazy. 

Before I continue with my little story, I'll dazzle you with pictures!

Now for the shoe that was first shown, pink and beige suede Puma shoe, I had to literally play a mind game with a lady to get them.   I saw only one of the shoes from the pair at first, and I was like, "I'm going to put it down and look for the other one, and come back to pick it up."  And I ended up being able to find the other half of the pair, but by the time I returned to fetch the shoe I had put down earlier, some stupid lady had gotten her grubby little mitts on it.  She apparently liked the shoe very much and so proceeded to look for the other shoe (which was in my hands).  So I decided to stuff it into my plastic bag, and take a nice walk through the bag section.  The actual game, was a game of patience, and determination.  It was a test of how much we wanted that shoe.  But because the other shoe was with me, she obviously couldn't find it.  After rummaging through the boxes filled with bags, I went back to the shoe section, and began once again, searching for the shoe - hoping she had put it down.  I was looking and looking, and I actually thought that lady had kept the other shoe, and done what I did - until I saw it.  Laying on the other side of the table, sitting there and calling to me.  I made a quick mad dash towards it and grabbed it in triumph!  Winner!  I know, after I finished typing my story - I kind of feel evil, almost a bit too sly and cunning, but I absolutely wanted this shoe.  I've been a big fan of Puma products for a good part of my life, and I've been trying to eye a good sale on this style of Puma shoes for a long time.  But even with discounts and sales, the price still remained in the $100 region.  And because shoes were only $60, I just had to pull a low and dirty trick like that.  Technically, it can't be considered a dirty trick, because I actually saw it first, but I did sort of prevented her from buying it, if that sort of makes sense.  Oh well, what's done is done - the only way I can make amends is to treat my shoes very nicely, and make it worth while.  Come to think of it - I was playing a psychological game with her.  If I think about it, I knew that any normal person would probably give up looking and put down a shoe, if they couldn't find the other shoe to complete the pair - useless just buying one shoe right?  Oh my goodness, I have become an evil, people manipulating mastermind!  Psychology - thats what it does to you.  Hahaha, just kidding folks - please, don't be afraid.

Oh, and in the second picture, the white Puma shoes - I call it the Puma Puma shoes.  This is because when I first saw it, I was like - "Ew, I didn't know Puma had army styled shoes."  But when I took a closer look, I noticed that the patterns of colors were not just random splashes of color, but actually - PUMAS!  And I couldn't believe that no one spotted this pair!  So, with a quick swipe and a yoink, this Puma Puma shoe became mine.  It was one of the best buys I've made in my entire life.  I mean, how Puma can this shoe get?  Not only was there the Puma logo, but a lot of other Pumas!  Its like the Puma-est shoe out there!  I think after this shopping spree, I would no longer need to buy another pair of shoes, for the next 5 years of my life.  I have vowed to take care of my shoes, by polishing them, and protecting them as much as I can. 

For the big navy blue Puma bag, my sister found it.  She was looking through the bags, when an employee put out a bunch of new Puma bags, and before anyone could completely clean out the box, she somehow managed to grab two.  One for her, and one for me!  I'm so blessed!  The navy Puma bag, is the style of bag that I absolutely love.  As my earlier weeblog posts showed, I actually carry, a lot of things in my purse, so these styles of bags are just perfect. 

My day was absolutely exhausting, oh, and after grabbing everything that me and my sister wanted - we waited an hour to pay.  There was so much waiting.  Usually on a normal basis, I would've been really annoyed and agitated because I really really really hate lineups - but this time, I think it was because I was able to buy something I really wanted, I was really patient and I actually didn't mind the waiting at all! 

I'm going to be going tomorrow again, this time with Vani - and let's hope I can pick up some more bags!  I'll be on the look out for certain items for a few of my friends as well!  Weeee~ Puma Warehouse shopping today, AND tomorrow!

If I could describe the sound of the thoughts in my head, I would most probably compare it to the sound of water bubbling over in a pot.  The blub blub blub noise, seems like the right sound effect for all the thoughts and stories bubbling over in my head.  I have so much to write and spill upon my little weeblog, that I have absolutely no idea where to start, and where to end.  And if you had the wonderous imagination system like mine, you would have already pictured grey matter spilling out of every opening I had on my face - imagine grey matter oozing out of each and every pore, out of my tear ducts, and leaking and dripping out of my mouth and nose.  A sight to make any normal person's stomach do gymnastics, similar to those atheletes in the Olympics - except instead of the perfect landing, its called the perfect chunky spill.

Well first of all, I started my day with a lunch with my best friends.  Just an early celebration for my babe, Vani, so we ate and had fun talking and what not.  And she liked her little bundles of gifts, which I might like to add, made me feel like a burden lifted off my shoulders.  Its that obessive little voice within my head, constantly wondering if she really actually liked her presents, or if she's just smiling through her teeth, but secretly cussing within her head.  And no matter how many times you try and subdue, suppress, and reason with that little annoying voice in your head, it would not shut up.  Causing you to only respond in one way, constantly asking the gift-reciever if he or she really absolutely liked his or her present.  We've all been there, and I'm pretty sure most people would understand what I'm talking about.  And after hounding Vani, and badgering her, over and over again throughout our outting, I was able to finally satisfy the little voice within my head and feel at peace.  Thankfully.  Oh!  And I got gifts too!  I can only just say, I am truely and absolutely in love with them.  And if it helps appease the little voices in the head of the gift-givers that gave me my gifts, I can copy and paste my sentence as many times as you want.  Afterall, we're all in the same boat. <3

So, today, of course after my meal, I headed to the bathroom.  Let me tell you - going to the bathroom is absolutely a must after eating.  Its the perfect time to, yes, re-apply any disappeared makeup, fix the drooping eyeliner that smudged from your eye to the middle of your face (making you look like Hulk Hogan smacked you with one of his t-shirt ripping fists), to get rid of face oil, to check your teeth of any stubborn vegetables clinging to the slits of your teeth, and most of all, to use the bathroom.  Duh.  Anyways, as I was proceeding back out from the bathroom, and wandering through the treacherous germ filled path back to our seats (Clara was with me), I accidentally threw away the tissue I had in my hand, before I reached the bathroom door.  Let me just clarify this fact - that no, I'm not paranoid, nor do I have any obsessive compulsive disorder with cleanliness.  But I am absolutely aware that not everyone has the sanitary habit of washing their gritty little fat mitts, before helping themselves to grab every door handle that stands in their way.  And of course, I would absolutely try my best to prevent placing my palms on the doorknob, so that when I retract my hand back, I won't have to find it filled with countless e-coli and various microscopic vagina and anus bathroom germs.  Clara seeing my little paranoia decided to open the countless doors that we encountered, but have no fear, because Equate hand sanitizer is near!  After reaching our seats, I could only just naturally reach within my new, awsome, Le Coq Sportif, leather black, bag with my absolutely, adorable, bag accessory hanging on the side - and give me and Clara a few squirts of cleanliness.  Pfft Pfft.  Just a few little squeezes, and we can kiss the germy germs good bye.  I know people say that you would probably kill all the "good bacteria" along with the "bad bacteria", but hell - when you realize that someone's digits were groping their nether regions and the probability of having those digits reach deep within the thick jungles of genital Hell, you would not care if you killed some "good bacteria".  Thank goodness I didn't find any pubic hair hanging on to the doorknob for dear life.  Still think I'm paranoid and a freak?  I went to the Burger King, near Pacific Mall, to use the bathroom - because my bladder was going to burst.  And one of the employees went to the bathroom, and I can assure that two sets of eyes (mine and Vani) - which is equivalent to four eyeballs, in four sufficiently-working eye sockets, saw this employee go to the bathroom, heard her give that toilet one heck of a good flush and then proceeded to waltz right back out the bathroom door.  I can be completely honest with you, the tissue paper that people use to wipe the areas within the south region, are, yes, very absorbent, and they do the job well (Horray for the person who invented toilet paper), but I would like to place the reminder, that when someone uses too little toilet paper, bodily substances soak through the little fragile sheets of white and can only end up in one place, on the fingers.  Or if you try and madly wipe yourself like a car wash set on the vicious cycle, I can assure you that the toilet paper is going to rip, and where are those waste products going to end up?  You guessed it.  On the fingers.  And where do those fingers go?  Get the drift?  I'm telling you, the little assumption that people have, that others have the same high sanitary standards as yourself, is completely false.  I can guarentee you, that I will never, ever, eat at that Burger King again.  Consider yourself warned, because I would not like to be the unfortunate victim of eating a burger that was so dirty, it was equivalent to licking the toilet seat clean or to literally place my mouth onto some strangers non-showered groin.  Kthxbai.

Another thing happened within my eventful day.  This was before I encountered the germ infested employee, but it was when I was walking towards the Burger King from the CIBC bank that was nearby.  I saw some flashy orange, lowered down, souped up, very expensive sports car.  I was acknowledging to myself that it was a nice car in an ugly color, when all I heard was the sound of metal scratched and bashed against concrete.  As I glanced over towards this fancy sports car, I see that the body kit (the area surrounding the front right wheel) managed to find itself against the sidewalk and was crushed upwards.  I have to admit, I had to bite my own lips to stop myself from bursting out laughing.  The driver returned the car back into the parking spot, proceeded to dash out from the driver's seat, and make his way to the damaged area.  And all I could hear was the elongated sounds of the word "fuck" repeatedly.  He was trying to muffle the noise flapping out of his opened trap, by covering his mouth with his hands, but I'm pretty sure his wails of embaressement, despair, and the overwhelming thoughts of getting absolutely beaten up by the owner of the car (or whoever supplies monetary support for the car) was pretty, not quiet at all.  It was loud enough to wake the living dead.  So I just have to say, so what if you're car is worth a hundred times more than my car, you can act cool with it, smoke out of it, bang out of it, blast your music till your deaf for all I care, but even with all that wanna-be cool attitude, I would not be a big enough idiot to destroy the body kit of a nice car, backing out from a space - and the parking lot wasn't even full.  Har har har.  I can only just, point and laugh.

I just want to say first of all - I'm free!  Finally!!  I'm finally done all my final exams, and I'm currently rotting and molding at home under my covers.  Which, I might add, is actually quite comfortable and relaxing - especially since there's a television in my room, right in front of my bed, so I get to lounge around and flip channels all day.  I just want to race throughout the streets and scream at the top of my lungs, that finally, my brain, is  free from the evil dirty grubby fingers, of my Psychology textbooks!  But of course, if I did that, it would probably cause people to dial 911, and before I know it, I'd probably be in a mental institution with a straight jacket.  That doesn't sound like a very ideal "vacation" for the next week and a half before spring term starts.  I guess just screaming and running around my home will just have to suffice.

So, today, I decided to walk around Wal-Mart and Shoppers.  Lethal combination for my wallet of course, but then again, quite a rewarding trip!  Found some bonus items, where you can get two items for the price of one, and also got some cheap things from NYC.  But still, I bought quite a lot of things, and it was pretty damn pricey.  It was really fun though, very slowly walking up and down the cosmetic aisle, at my own pace, looking at everything.  Thats the difference between shopping by myself and shopping with others.  Sometimes, when I shop with my friends, I get scared that they're bored, so I tend to rush through items, but when I'm all alone, I can pick up every product from Almay to Revlon and not care if I've spent half an hour looking at the same concealer color.  What can I say?  I'm picky, and I like to compare products and prices!  I do my research by checking out reviews of certain products, and I just tend to get curious and want to try it out.  Also, I get to walk around like an old lady with a cane; well, obviously minus the old and the cane part, but I get to walk nice and slow like a turtle.  And plus no one would try and complain about it because if they did, they'd meet their new best friend, my fist and a shit load of verbal abuse.  So, today in my haul, I bought: two eyeshadow palletes from Maybelline (for one of them I got a free khol eyeliner), one L'Oreal HIP eyeshadow with a free masacara, Maybelline mineral foundation (I just had to try), NYC Lipstick, Rimmel clear mascara, a small set of brushes, a turquoise liquid eyeliner, and I believe thats it.  I have bad memory, so I probably left something out, but its okay. 

Oh, and here's my little entry for my makeup bag. 
First off, this is my makeup bag (given by my best friend Eartha <3):

And these are the things inside:

I forgot to put my comb in the picture, but thats not too big of a deal.  Now to list all of the items:
A - Eye drops
B - Eye makeup remover
C - Small Clinque bag which holds: bandaids, toothpicks, hair tie and small hair clip, safety pins, eyebrow tweaser
D - Oil blotting sheets
E - Maybelline eyeshadow pallete
F - Qtips (Great makeup boo-boo fixer-upper)
G - Mirror
H - Small Clinque bag with eyeliner sharpener and nail clipper
I - Vaseline
1 - Clear mascara
2 - Black mascara
3 - Lip gloss
4 - Lip stick
5 - Chapstick
6 - Eyeliners: 2 Marcelle (black and brown), 1 Urban Decay (yeyo), 1 Lise Watier (raisin plum), 2 Revlon Colorstay (black and charcoal), 2 Rimmel (black and white), 1 Revlon Colorstay liquid (black); and please don't ask me why I carry so many eyeliners with me - I keep thinking of "emergancy cases".
7 - Small brushes

Its amazing that my makeup bag has not yet exploded from all the goodies I have stuffed and crammed inside it.  I have to admit, it slightly resembles a stuffed turkey dinner, but of course, this whole thing is not edible.  I might have to get a larger makeup bag, but I find that very inconvienent, especially since the bag I have right now, is absolutely perfect.  Maybe the trick would be removing my overflowing number of eyeliners, and just have one to three colors.  But as you can see, my makeup bag is also one heck of an emergancy kit.  The only thing I'm missing is face cream, and also anti-bacterial cream for wounds.  And unfortunately, I have no more room to put in my hand cream and hand sanitizer, so I have to let those roll around in my big bag.  Not to mention, I don't have advil in there either, maybe I'll try and find a small pill case and try and force it into my makeup bag. 

Anyways, my brain can't think anymore.  I think I'll just veggie out on my bed and do some button-happy-clicking excercise.

So, here I am, drumming my fingers, uselessly on my desk - when I'm supposed to be studying.  A scene, I think, most university students can relate with.  Besides ignoring the ongoing alarms in my head, screaming at me to stop procrastinating, I decided to weeblog, and I seriously don't know about what.  I guess its just a way for me to release stress, but then again, my self gorge of a whole hamburger, with fries, and water - after I sent three huge chocolate chip cookies to its death sentence down into my gurgling stomach, I'd think I was pretty stress-free.  I guess not. 

I was going to do a weeblog about my makeup bag, but considering that I am a perfectionist when it comes to publishing articles - and because I wanted pictures, I deemed it a little too time consuming, since my exam is tomorrow at 9:00am in the morning.  But, have no fear, I will post about it when I'm not too completely overwhelmed with my Psychology books.  Not to mention, I'm picky about the small details, lighting, background, the placing of each and every one of my eyeliners, and my lip glosses - you know, the obessive compulsive behaviour of having everything done perfectly, and the "right" way.  Yes, I'm a freak.  Be warned.

I was reading my Psychology textbook - Physiological Psychology to be exact, and there was a little part that was talking about the differences in jealousy, in men and women.  According to the book (which I assume, has gone through scrutiny, criticism, and several years of editing - so it can't be wrong), it states that men are more jealous than females.  So to all those damn bastards, that call us females "jealous bitches", well in your face!  The evolution theory about this unusual mind-boggling find is that, males want to pass their genes, and have offspring that are genetically linked to them.  An unfaithful wife threatens that goal - because according to the textbook, doesn't matter who the dad is, the kid is the mom's either way (considering it kind of hard to not squeeze your own kid out of your vagina), so females have no such problem worrying about genetic relations.  And as you can see across cultures, cheating men have been deemed a stud, a pimp, and has been accepted, while females have been tortured and murdered if they performed such an act.  Now, think of all these restrictions as not a male's way of dominating over the female race, but rather, think of it as the males being insecure and only trying to protect their vulnerable selves.  Seems like a much better perspective, doesn't it?  Is it possible, that the way females have been treated over the centuries, being undermined, discrimianted, subjected to verbal and physical abuse, being treated completely unfairly and not as equals - just a way of coping with self insecurities, a type of insecurity that has passed on through evolution, and eons of genetic mixings and combinations, or even possibly a built in emotion, triggered by the Y chromosome?  Sure, I cannot prove this theory empirically - so yes, bash my theory all you want, but there's always the possibility.  So for those females, that believe that males have been dominating us the whole entire time, let's keep it a little secret amongst ourselves, because now, we know, who really wears the pants in the relationship.  Afterall, the men can be the head of the family, head of their life, but we all know that, females are the neck, which supports the head, and we, can make the head turn, in any direction we want.

Cheers, to all the babes in my life ;)  Much love <3