ran this morn, met my man,
watched lord of the rings, dinner at jap restaurant.
with my hamsom man.
i want to marry you now!

last night i had steamboat dinner at MY's place and stuffed myself silly. think the jetlag is still coming onto me. i am so tired by nine every night i feel like my eyeballs are popping out or something. anyway i have finished the sixteen godiva truffles and i feel sixteen godiva truffles fatter. fifteen and an a half since MY took half a bite of one. one week more to school starting...

am going to collect my six rolls of developed film later. woohoo!

i'm quite sad. Borders does not stock the version of Slyvia Plath's Journals that i want to buy. Will prob have to get from Kino. Today walking through town was such a surreal experience and i loved it. i love coming home. as much as people are nostalgic about snow, i am nostalgic about the eternal tropical weather we have here. shopping in queen street west, in kensington market in toronto, in sherbrooke in montreal, the quaint streets of quebec city and robson street in vancouver was fun but well so is walking through orchard road and finding out what's new and all!Borders and Kinokuniya instead of Chapters, Coffee Bean instead of Tim Burtons', MRT instead of the Metro, The Skytrain, The Subway.

It's been fun, the people there mostly kindred spirits, but i love coming home as much as i love departing for a hoilday.

i'm glad that i dont' have a registered common name. my name is the kind you dont' find on souviner shop keychain racks with the common names on them. i'm holding on to my chinese name as my identity for uniqueness.

my love,
he gave me a box of godiva truffles for christmas.
surprised me
at the airport - the gleaming gold
of the paper bag. i could not even dare to comprehend
the confectionary grandeur that lay inside

sixteen truffles, my eyes beheld;
entirely melty, a very metaphysical sort of experience
-chocolates like these make delicious 'sensual'
and rare 'exquisite'

popping another one into my mouth

love. i made the innocent mistake of thinking i could understand it through theory but on deep reflection, it was only a way of escaping from risking what cannot be controlled. being in love is like having the most exquisite chocolate, you don't know what it's like until you have experienced it. and then you get addicted and that wonderful experience cannot be erased from your life after, it has to be there all the time, you can't imagine life without it, it becomes what living is.

wearing my birks and shorts, jacketless
and the smell of the void deck - wetmarketish;

kwayteow at the coffee shop n sugarcane juice
and tapping the ezlink card

welcome home, me.

ubc simonfraseruni cypress mountains snowblade snowboard skilifts diluted hot chocolate scam robson street aritza gap urban outiffers religion outrage missing boyfriend missing family email manycolourmelissa duck at spadina granville metropolismetrotown the beaches feezing butt off wyn caramel and mint cho chip covered green apple pan pacific happytayandfamily eccentric notions awareness funtimes ihop omeletteandpancakes nalgene bottles lovely green mysterious blue rockpot walk walk chompinginsnow harvey's burgers pizzapizza electrical heater fur and leather breathinonthestreet poetry national galleryottwa christmas radio channels cameratalk moneytalk philosophyinsushiplace flight attendants oh the sweet japanese oh the friendlyfriendly canadians westjet tim burtons bubbletea passion flavour with extra passion oh you speak so good english! designliving connectiontalk heatpacks carolinepinkcheeks christmas dinner turkey and honey baked ham grandaunt granduncle ice hockey americacanadatensiontalkenlightenment may and transluscence

end of vol.2

tonight is my last night in canada twenty six days i guess i'm glad i'm going home although it has been wonderful fitzgerald the beautiful and the damned i've been reading on the plane rides boots chomping through powder snow through brownsugar semislush vintageliving in kengsinton market toronto queen street west shops labanese food pita and shawama in montreal greek polish german food pine juice and quebecan breakfast videos in aunt's house renewed beautyinlife awe through gattaca and almost famous sixties music sixties exhibition in beaux de arts gallery in montreal montreal smoked meat sandwich pate pate subway metro skytrain vancouver is not vancouver is vancouver richmond barnaby soft power america chapters starbucks talktalk discussovercoffee in montreal classroom hostel retro ties fireplace vancouver girls museum of civilistion chinapoliticalbigshot's visit orange tictac viarail delay snowstorm ouch basement room rodeo doraandtwodogs quebec city macdonalds poutine strawberrychampanesorbette and double expresso cone and cinnamon cone cooking chicken sashimi kindred spirits greyhound

end of vol.1

been in canada for abt a week but it feels like longer since i've had my days filled with activities to the brim. oh man it's been great. everyone is nice. i've learnt lots, been inspired lots. now am in toronto kensington market for vintage shopping. a day is not enough! i'm going back tomorrow definately.

i love this holiday!