April 14th, 2006

Ante Meridiem

I haven’t been very efficient. It doesn’t help that there was a power outage in my neighbourhood this evening after I came home from the library. I’m not exactly into reading and writing by candlelight.

I can’t blame the blackout for my failure to meet my productivity goals. I’m always sabotaging myself. It’s late. I’m losing focus. Did I ever have any focus?

I need to return to a regular yoga practice or something. I totally failed at the crazy Art of Living breathing exercises and meditation that Andrea and I tried out together on the urging of our yoga instructor, Shan. Frankly, I was only a wee bit wary of Sri Sri Ravi Shankar’s spiritual movement (not to be confused with plain ol’ Ravi Shankar) in the beginning. I didn’t really resent having to pay to learn the sudarshan kriya but I didn’t like how followers stay so true to their name. It’s a whole freakin’ lifestyle. I mean, it’s kind of like Scientology only less creepy and more charitable. Seriously, the Art of Living course isn’t like a regular technical class like those offered at my favourite yoga centres (Sivananda Vedanta). At least at the Toronto Sivananda Centre no one tries to indoctrinate you. Heck, I’d eat meat after a yoga class possibly even at the pizza shop down the street.

Seriously, what’s up with guru Shankar trademarking the sudarshan kriya? I like my pranayama without legal complications. I get enough law outside of yoga practice.

There has got to be a better way to learn how to clear my mind. Why do I think that I need to know how to clear my mind in order to properly fill it? I guess I just feel like there is too much noise distracting me from being able to focus. It’s not really procrastination that gets me. It’s distraction. I do want to finish this stuff. I do have these intellectual problems on my brain and I want to work through them; but there are so many other things I want to work through. Or, um, play through. ;)

I just want to muffle all that noise. That blasted noise.

I’ll let you know when I find a good solution. Maybe it will work for you too! For now, I’ve been trading in the noise with some smooth sounds. If you are looking for some tunes to soothe the soul, check out my current workalong faves: Imogen Heap of Frou Frou fame and the lovely Corinne Bailey Rae. Tasty British women. I guess I’m returning to my Britpop roots. This is the new pop from Britain. So not the same as my beloved old school Britpop, but this ain’t the 1990s.

Speaking of Britpop, I was (and still am) an Oasis girl; but little Damon Albarn has got me hooked with his cartoon supergroup. ‘Dare’ is pure genius. And who doesn’t love the reincarnation of Del tha Funkee Homosapien as a cuddly ghost? C’mon, it’s so hilarious. It’s almost as good as cousin Ice-Cube as the Black Pacifier. Po-mo fun. Hahaha. So post, it’s present.

Presently, I am fried. Many hours lost today, but I am not going to lose sleep over that! Wish me luck because I, the professional sleeper, have been having problems falling asleep. Stupid stress.

April 13th, 2006

Analyse This

You know that school has started to get to me when one of my first thoughts after reading about Graham McMynn’s dramatic rescue from his kidnappers’ suburban hideout was, “He’s going to have to get his exams deferred. I wonder if UBC will automatically grant him approval for any special accomodations without much official documentation. I wonder if he’ll even be ready for his exams this summer.”

Errrrr. WTF?! *sigh* I won’t get into the other accompanying musings on procedural fairness and discretion. Damn it, law school! What have you done to my brain?! Is nothing sacred? Even the simple pleasure of reading the paper without overanalysis about the most mundane issues is impossible.

Perhaps this is a good thing. Fighting all that law school thinking got me into trouble last year. Maybe this year I will strike academic gold with my new lawyer-brain. :P They keep saying that they are trying to teach us how to be analytical thinkers! I’m doing it, right? Maybe I’m doing it, but I don’t think that I’m doing it right.

I mean I’m obviously not thinking like a real lawyer if I’m concerned about the poor kid’s university evaluations and how the school administration is going to deal with his situation. A real lawyer would be all like, “Sweet. So many accused parties. So many defence clients.”

No, that’s not right. A really wily lawyer would be going, “All right. We’ve got a big civil case against the kidnappers! Who else can we sue?”

Just kidding. I don’t want to further tarnish the already sullied reputation of my future profession. Lawyers get enough flack from the world. I don’t need to be contributing to that negativity; and I’m not just saying that because I’m a self-serving future lawyer! Believe me!


I may not be great at taking jibes from others; but you can’t say that I’m not working on that. Self-deprecation is part of my training program. Besides, what good is life if you can’t poke a little fun at yourself?

April 12th, 2006

It’s Fogey Time!

And now for a little karaoke with Miss Namie Amuro.

(Je t’aime) I love you
(Yo te quiero) yes I do
(Wo ai ni) forever it’s true, oooh
Wherever you are baby, I love you!

Bonne fête, mon amour! :)

Forgive the cheese, kids. Today is Dave’s birthday! I usually make a much bigger deal out of this special day than he does because low-key is his middle name. Of course, with the 30 page essay from underworld and other stresses, I completely screwed up today and forgot! I didn’t forget the date of his birthday, but I didn’t realize that today was the 12th of April and well, you know what that means!

Again, since I’m the spazz in the relationship, I was the one who was flippin’ out about the whole fiasco. I was the one who had to be comforted! I think that my reaction was more upsetting to him than the whole memory mix-up!

So anyway, I’m going to save myself (and Dave) from more loopy geriatric episodes and try to pound this effin’ essay out. Then again, I can’t save Dave from the effects of geezerdom because it is his birthday after all!

Before I go back to fighting Hades, I leave you with a little picture of Hong Kong’s Times Square taken in December 2005. I know that my recent picture posting cannot make up for the fact that I completely neglected my photo update duty while I was actually travelling, but it’s better late than never, right?

You all love pictures to reward you for reading text anyway. ;) Besides, you will love the deep meaning behind the photo. You see, Dave and I are doing this complicated long distance dance because we’re trying to learn, grow and all that jazz, but ultimately we’re looking to create a better future for ourselves. We’re not just spending our entire early adult years in universities to collect extra letters to add behind our names—we’re hoping that they will help us in the pursuit of the good life. We like to dream big. One of those big dreams involves spending time living and working in a faraway land. You know, we want to have a little fun before popping the bun into the oven.

Welcome to our fantasty world. Sounds kinky, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not actually kinky unless you think a place like Hongers is inherently nasty. And then you’re probably some loser with yellow fever. Move over, rice kings and queens. We will not love you long time!

*Ahem* So this one is for you, my partner in dreaming. I don’t know exactly what the future holds, but I know that it will be fabulous. *muah*

Times Square

April 11th, 2006

Serenity Now




My father’s orchids taken this afternoon.

April 11th, 2006

Sing the Chorus

The song starts like this,

Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Ha, ha-ha, ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Ha, ha-ha, ha

And later, there’s more hahaha-ing:

‘Cause they only want
Only want my ha, ha-ha
Ha, ha-ha
Only want what they want
But, na, ah-ah
Na, ah-ah

Well, you know what has got me going, “Hahahahaha” right along with Nicole?

Check out the NNDB entry for Nicole Scherzinger, the voice behind the Spice Girls with more spice, the Pussycat Dolls.

Nicole Scherzinger AKA Nicole Elikolani Prescovia Scherzinger

Born: 29-Jun-1978
Birthplace: Honolulu, HI

Gender: Female
Ethnicity: White (Um…ok?!?!)
Sexual orientation: Straight
Occupation: Dancer, Singer

Hawaiian Ancestry
Russian Ancestry
Filipino Ancestry

Sing it with me.

Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Ha, ha-ha, ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Ha, ha-ha, ha

April 10th, 2006


How to satisfy a craving with Adrienne in 47 easy steps!

Green Onion Pancakes

Green Onion Pancakes
cōng yóu bǐng
lit. “scallion oil cake”

• 2 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 cup boiling water
• 1 1/4 cups chopped green onions (scallions)
• 3 – 5 tablespoons Chinese toasted sesame oil
• salt (coarse, flaked or kosher will give pancake more texture)
• vegetable oil

Clean, dry and chop scallions. Set aside.

In a bowl, make a well in the flour and pour boiling water into the well. Quickly combine flour and water with a spatula or wooden spoon, making a stiff but still moist dough. Knead dough and form it into a ball. Brush dough ball with some sesame oil and cover it. After letting it rest for 10 minutes, remove dough from bowl and knead it until it is smooth and elastic. Rub it with more sesame oil and let rest for 1 hour to allow gluten to relax.

If you want, lightly flour your work surface. Using your hands, roll dough out to form a log about 10 inches long. Cut into six equal pieces. Cover dough as you work with one piece at a time. Take one ball and roll into a thin round (about 6-7 inches in diameter). Brush with sesame oil, sprinkle salt and cover with a handful of the chopped scallions. Roll the round into a log and twist the roll into a coil (think snail or cinnamon roll.) Brush surface of coil with more sesame oil, and using a rolling pin, gently flatten coil to about 5 inches in diametre.

To cook, pour vegetable oil into a large, shallow frying pan. I suggest pan frying some pancakes while you roll out the others. Cook about 3 minutes on each side, or until golden brown.

Transfer and serve hot! You can use a pizza cutter to cut the round pancake into even triangles. Add more salt to taste or just dig in!

April 8th, 2006

Sidewalk Sale

Enough bitching and moaning. All that whinging was tiring me out. There’s still plenty of work to do, but none of my cranky sarcastic remarks or complaints will the process any easier. Sleep does help, though! Even though I hit the sack late last night, Sandman treated me well. I’m all rejuvenated and ready to put my nose to the grindstone again.

Before I return to pounding out the legal blah blah, I present you some long awaited photos from Hanoi. Even though I raved about my time in beautiful Northern Vietnam, the words certainly don’t do the place justice. Here is one of my favourite (short and sweet) photo essays taken on a quiet little street in Hanoi. Away from the hustle and bustle of the touristy shopping zones, you can find another kind of sidewalk sale:

Patiently Waiting

Heading Out

Sidewalk Sale

Happy Saturday, friends.

April 7th, 2006

I saw the sign and it opened up my mind.

I’m not actually groovin’ to Ace of Base right now, but I do have “The Sign” in my head now because I just ran into a sign that I should go to bed. I finally picked up the pace on writing that paper of enormous proportions but it’s late and I am starting to feel ill. You know when the chills and hunger set in? I have seriously gotten old. I used to not get this feeling till 5 AM!

So I was saying that there was a sign. I tried to use the university’s web catalogue to find out if a potentially useful book was available. Well, guess what? The whole freakin’ university library catalogue is unavailable right now! You mean no one else is starting the weekend with some frantic research at 2:45 AM? Give me a freakin’ break, dudes. That’s a crock of poo. I know there are undergrads who are crapping themselves over some stupid assignment due on Monday.

The best part of the sign? My total and utter confusion and burst of incredulity when I read the little default message that said that the catalogue was down “between Saturday 1:30 am to 3:30 am for maintenance.”

What do you mean? It’s FRIDAY not SATURDAY. God, how stupid is my institution with their flaky library catalogue that shuts down at the wrong freakin’ time! Gah! I hate everything!

Obviously, the institution isn’t that flaky. I’m the flake. The kind of flake who should be institutionalized!

As if the growling stomach weren’t enough of a sign to step away from the computer! Adrienne, stop working on a complex theoretical essay full of unfamiliar case law analysis when you forget cannot even absorb the simple concept of days changing over at midnight.


April 6th, 2006



I know it would have been a totally risky thing to do, but I kind of wish that I had booked a trip to Boston before exams. Easter weekend with the biggest prize of all–the Davetron.

But who am I kidding? I’ve barely started this massive, complicated essay that makes my head hurt. I’ve got to study for three 100% finals–that’s LEARN and not REVIEW. Somehow, I just feel like it would be a whole lot easier if I were with Dave.

I know I say it a lot, but I really freakin’ miss the guy. Long distance relationships are THE SUCK. That is all I have to say tonight.

April 5th, 2006

Finding Motivation

You might not believe that I, Miss Loquacious of Bamboo Star, actually spared you some additional details of yesterday’s suffering. It may have been both long and boring, but it was certainly not complete! In fact, not long after I had finished that abbreviated account of the day’s disasters, I went to take out my contact lenses and promptly dropped one.

Usually, the mere dropping and quick retrieval of a contact lens in the bathroom is traumatic enough, but this time was much worse for I could not find my beloved giver of vision for what felt like an eternity. I carefully looked with my other eye, but was eventually forced to take the other one out and put on my glasses. I don’t know how pirates do it.

I hadn’t heard the hard little transparent wonder drop to the floor so I swept my hands on my pyjama top and sweatpants for good measure. I even took my top off and shook it gently to try to dislodge anything that might have suctioned onto its flannel fibres. Nothing!

I found safe spots on the floor and gingerly got down on all fours for a more intense search. Finaly after much squinting and grumbling, I located the tiny bugger. Hallelujah.

I think that only those who have seen me without any corrective lenses on can understand how tragic really losing a lens would have been. My boyfriend has been known to call me a mole. And believe me that isn’t a cute little French petname. Even glasses and/or contacts don’t fully correct my strong myopia and astigmatism.

I’ve tried orthokeratology but the discomfort and crappy results weren’t worth it for me.

I am still holding out hope for one day going under the laser because degenerating into legal blindness is a real (though distant) possibility.

Anyway, I’m just relieved that yesterday is over. I didn’t even hit the snooze button this morning. I don’t know what all this karmic retribution is for, but I really hope that I’ve gotten my fair share already. Honestly, if I knew what I had done wrong, I would repent!

Maybe I was being punished for procrastinating. Guess that means I should get to work.