It took THREE hours to clean the basement. I don't think many of you have seen my basement because 1) it's hideous/ugly 2) it's cold 3) there isn't much to see at all. Today, I got my G1 License (yay!) and then my mom and I set our minds on cleaning the basement and throwing away junk!
First there was my box of stuffed animals; there were mainly cheap-o prizes won from the CNE. I recall this was the same box of stuffed animals where I found a dead mouse last year! We emptied it out and lo and behold, mouse poo heaven or err, hell. Needless to say, I don't plan on giving it to the kid next door and just threw it out. I still have two mouse-free boxes of stuffed animals but they're on the highest rack of this shelf my dad made. A lot of them have sentimental value so I don't plan on throwing them away. If I ever move to a larger house, maybe I'll have enough space to put all my stuffed animals on display, although I guess it might seem quite kiddy.
Then there was the task of organizing all my old homework, assignments, tests etc. I was really hesitant, but I managed to throw away my Grade 11 - OAC stuff and just kept the stuff from University. A part of me wanted to keep all those memories from high school. I know that my A+ on my Enriched English folder or a 92% on my singing exam or a 97 on my music exam doesn't amount to anything 20 years down the road. I also realize that chances are I won't ever go down in the basement to look up stuff from high school. Even if I started tutoring a high school kid, I probably won't go down and review my notes :P Let's hope I don't chase after the recycling man Wednesday night when he comes for all my stuff.
The basement is like an extension of my room; the part of my room where I'll put all my 'junk'. It's where I put stuff that I won't need, but I'm not willing to chuck, stuff that I *hope* I'll eventually need again. I saw so much stuff that I'm not even sure I'll use. A couple of old jewelry boxes that are too small for my current superficial needs :p, old concert programs that I had performed in from high school, old agendas and planners, puzzles, christmas/birthday/thank you cards in shoe boxes from the past 10+ years, letters from my friends in Jamaica when I recently moved here. I think I eventually kept all this stuff. I was too tired at the end of the 3 hour period to be in the mood to sift through all that memorabilia.
We also have like 4 garbage bags full of clothing we're going to donate. There's a Goodwill around a 10 minute drive away from my house :) We have my brother's old dingy mattress down there as well; does anyone know if I need to call someone in to take the mattress?
Yeah, I know, blogger's block :P
Monday, May 28, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Youtube - The greatest website known (well, almost) ;)
Remember this song? Some 0T7s sang it at the Phollies; quite catchy if you ask me :)
I like this song too, because I realized I learnt a lot in 3rd year Pharmacy. I know what most (if not all) of the mentioned drugs :)
Becoming a little more competent, one day at a time :)
I like this song too, because I realized I learnt a lot in 3rd year Pharmacy. I know what most (if not all) of the mentioned drugs :)
Becoming a little more competent, one day at a time :)
Monday, May 21, 2007
The (un)productive summer of yours truly AND on blogging
I believe it really is human nature to constantly whine and complain about issues that currently surround your life. It seems so long ago where I was racking my brain, torturing my body to 'study' for exams. Now, after a week (or more) of recuperating, my neck pain is gone, and I do believe my eye bags have shrunk.
So what have I been doing? It seems as though I have an obsession with cleaning; cleaning my downtown home, cleaning my real home, cleaning my makeup collection, cleaning the basement (tentative). I have a low threshold for dirt - I think women have lower dirt thresholds than guys. Aside from cleaning, I've been reading. Last year I bought the boxed set for C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia series; I've basically read one book per day and now I'm on the 6th book.
Do I have blogger's block? I can't really think about anything 'interesting' to write about. I think it's awesome when a blogger can stick with a theme for their blog. Notable bloggers include Lainey, Jim Plagakis, and blogs mentioned in Blogs of Note. I guess you can say I'm more of a "Jack of all trades" for blogging.
I think it'd be awesome for me to blog about food, but I only know how to bake and I'm too lazy to upload pictures of cookies and cakes. It's hilarious when I read pharmacy blogs; but then I hope that I never become quite as angry/bitter nor do I hope to have to resort to blogging about patients as a way of venting. Blogging about relationships? Who am I kidding - I'm not a love expert. I know enough not to do certain things, but hey, I believe "love can make you do stupid things."
What about blogging about what girls want, or what guys want? To that, I say: 'good in theory, not in practice'. I could say that guys want a girl that is A,B, and C. But the last time I checked, I don't have testicles nor do I plan on getting any... soooo, I really don't know what 'guys' want in general. I could probably figure out what some guys want, but it would be injustice to claim all guys want the same thing; on a superficial level perhaps (and I'm not referring to looks), but the complexities of relationships extend far beyond what he/she wants.
What girls want? I could tell you what most girls 'claim' to want: "the minimal characteristics that make up a decent human being". I know a lot of single guys that are decent individuals; they're not just decent, they're great guys. So why are they still single? The answer is that this whole thing is a lot of schmock.
There's no 'magic' formula, there's no perfect personality/looks recipe that's going to get you anyone you want. It's like those 'fad diet' books; the best way to lose weight isn't to go on some stupid diet, it's to eat healthy and exercise. The best way to attract others is to become attractive (physically, mentally, spiritually). Just like how you shouldn't lose weight for others, you shouldn't change yourself (directly) for others. Change for your own well being. If you believe/know you are awesome (without being conceited/egotistical/condescending), people will see beyond your imperfections and accept you for who you are (provided that you are acceptable physically as well.) Despite how great your personality is (guy or girl), if you look really really bad, it may become an obstacle. This becomes difficult in itself because as 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder', 'ugliness is in the eye of the beholder' as well. What I find 'ugly' some girls may find 'cute.' I still hold true to my belief that 'it either works or it doesn't', where 'work' is attached to whether things 'click'. Define 'work' and/or 'click'; it's too complicated, but I know it when it's there.
So, I don't have a theme for my blog; actually, the theme for my blog will be about me. My concerns, my worries, my victories, my defeats, my trials, my family, my friends - my life. Sometimes I'll blog about personal issues, other times I'll blog about funny incidents, and there's the occasional blogs about guys/girls (which really shows that perhaps I really don't know what I'm talking about :P).
So what have I been doing? It seems as though I have an obsession with cleaning; cleaning my downtown home, cleaning my real home, cleaning my makeup collection, cleaning the basement (tentative). I have a low threshold for dirt - I think women have lower dirt thresholds than guys. Aside from cleaning, I've been reading. Last year I bought the boxed set for C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia series; I've basically read one book per day and now I'm on the 6th book.
Do I have blogger's block? I can't really think about anything 'interesting' to write about. I think it's awesome when a blogger can stick with a theme for their blog. Notable bloggers include Lainey, Jim Plagakis, and blogs mentioned in Blogs of Note. I guess you can say I'm more of a "Jack of all trades" for blogging.
I think it'd be awesome for me to blog about food, but I only know how to bake and I'm too lazy to upload pictures of cookies and cakes. It's hilarious when I read pharmacy blogs; but then I hope that I never become quite as angry/bitter nor do I hope to have to resort to blogging about patients as a way of venting. Blogging about relationships? Who am I kidding - I'm not a love expert. I know enough not to do certain things, but hey, I believe "love can make you do stupid things."
What about blogging about what girls want, or what guys want? To that, I say: 'good in theory, not in practice'. I could say that guys want a girl that is A,B, and C. But the last time I checked, I don't have testicles nor do I plan on getting any... soooo, I really don't know what 'guys' want in general. I could probably figure out what some guys want, but it would be injustice to claim all guys want the same thing; on a superficial level perhaps (and I'm not referring to looks), but the complexities of relationships extend far beyond what he/she wants.
What girls want? I could tell you what most girls 'claim' to want: "the minimal characteristics that make up a decent human being". I know a lot of single guys that are decent individuals; they're not just decent, they're great guys. So why are they still single? The answer is that this whole thing is a lot of schmock.
There's no 'magic' formula, there's no perfect personality/looks recipe that's going to get you anyone you want. It's like those 'fad diet' books; the best way to lose weight isn't to go on some stupid diet, it's to eat healthy and exercise. The best way to attract others is to become attractive (physically, mentally, spiritually). Just like how you shouldn't lose weight for others, you shouldn't change yourself (directly) for others. Change for your own well being. If you believe/know you are awesome (without being conceited/egotistical/condescending), people will see beyond your imperfections and accept you for who you are (provided that you are acceptable physically as well.) Despite how great your personality is (guy or girl), if you look really really bad, it may become an obstacle. This becomes difficult in itself because as 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder', 'ugliness is in the eye of the beholder' as well. What I find 'ugly' some girls may find 'cute.' I still hold true to my belief that 'it either works or it doesn't', where 'work' is attached to whether things 'click'. Define 'work' and/or 'click'; it's too complicated, but I know it when it's there.
So, I don't have a theme for my blog; actually, the theme for my blog will be about me. My concerns, my worries, my victories, my defeats, my trials, my family, my friends - my life. Sometimes I'll blog about personal issues, other times I'll blog about funny incidents, and there's the occasional blogs about guys/girls (which really shows that perhaps I really don't know what I'm talking about :P).
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Baby has worms :(
Strongyloides
Sound familiar? Yeah, because it's from LMP232. Wow, pharm-a-macy knowledge being applied to my daily life. Poor baby *pout* 6 months of treatment. Vet said he's been seeing this worm every day; even his dog has it. It's usually not so common in Canada because it's usually found in warmer weather. Must be global warming. The scary thing is that it's transmissible to humans. Remember to wash your hands after wiping your cat/dog's bum!
Don't worry, baby is still cute, just wash your hands when you handle him :)
Sound familiar? Yeah, because it's from LMP232. Wow, pharm-a-macy knowledge being applied to my daily life. Poor baby *pout* 6 months of treatment. Vet said he's been seeing this worm every day; even his dog has it. It's usually not so common in Canada because it's usually found in warmer weather. Must be global warming. The scary thing is that it's transmissible to humans. Remember to wash your hands after wiping your cat/dog's bum!
Don't worry, baby is still cute, just wash your hands when you handle him :)
Monday, May 7, 2007
A blessing in disguise?
I think I have my very first ghetto downtown story.....
So, last night, a homeless guy came into the house and tried to steal some items. Luckily they weren't of extreme monetary value: a bag of bananas, cereals, slippers, a broken phone and a kettle. This happened on the main floor and in the basement so I had no idea what was going on....
Till I heard a loud yell from my housemate M screaming my name.
"Holy !@#$! Some homeless guy came in and he took a bunch of my stuff!!!"
I look downstairs and I see some homeless guy leaving with her stuff(already out the door)... so I run down the stairs and I yell at him and asks what he thinks he's doing! He turns around, and starts walking towards me. Okay at this point I'm pretty scared (my knee was shaking). M is slightly behind me and beside me, so I tell her to have her phone handy in case. I tell the man to return the stuff that isn't his. M adds in he can keep the food, just give back the kettle. He gives me part of the kettle, but he doesn't give it to me (there's some resistance). So, we're both holding on to the kettle, and I'm telling him to return the stuff that isn't his. I tell him that we are going to call the cops if he doesn't, etc etc.
THEN HE WANTED TO COME BACK INTO THE HOUSE! Of course I'm in the front blocking him and then I yell at M in chinese to 'dai deen wai bei chai lo' (aka call the damn cops). So she's talking to the cops and I'm stalling time, hoping that he'll give me back the kettle and just leave. Then he takes the power cord and tries to haul the kettle away like a bag of goodies. Michelle and I finally grab the kettle from him and we lock the damn door; M is still on the phone with the cops. I ran my ass to my bedroom and I call my parents. My pulse is racing, I'm out of breath, and I'm explaining to my parents what happened. I go back downstairs and I see that he took the dust pan from outside and he had opened the shutter door. HOLY CRAP IS HE TRYING TO BREAK THE DOOR AND COME BACK IN???!!
2 minutes later, the cops arrived and apprehended him (and that was when Em came down as well) An hr and 15 minutes later, statements have been taken, pictures have been taken, and we can finally study in peace.... if all that excess adrenaline in my body would wear off.
The weirdest part about this was that I think he was inside for a long time. He went through the trash in the basement, brought the garbage can from the main floor into the basement... and he even had a blanket and his beer bottles in the laundry room; I hope he wasn't trying to spend the night.
Why this is a blessing:
1) It was an old homeless man who meant no intentional harm - I mean if he wanted to hurt me he coud've
2) We got back all the stuff, minus one pochacco slipper.
3) NO ONE GOT HURT!!
If there had been more than one person, if the guy was carrying a knife or gun, who knows what the ending to this story might have been. I sure as hell don't think I'd be screaming at the guy to return to the stuff. Better to take my stuff than my life.
What's to be learnt from this:
1) When you get a new lock for your door, you make sure it's damn secure!!!
2) When you leave the house/go to bed at night, CHECK ALL YOUR DOORS!
3) Never show them that you're scared. Try to look/act calm.
4) DON'T FREAK OUT!
Moral of the story: Lock your damn doors properly, and make sure people living with you know how to do that as well. Try to act calm and remember different situations warrant different actions. I.e. if the man had a gun, I wouldn't be yelling at him to give me my stuff back.
I think I have another thing to add to my 'to do list' for the summer: Self Defense Class
So, last night, a homeless guy came into the house and tried to steal some items. Luckily they weren't of extreme monetary value: a bag of bananas, cereals, slippers, a broken phone and a kettle. This happened on the main floor and in the basement so I had no idea what was going on....
Till I heard a loud yell from my housemate M screaming my name.
"Holy !@#$! Some homeless guy came in and he took a bunch of my stuff!!!"
I look downstairs and I see some homeless guy leaving with her stuff(already out the door)... so I run down the stairs and I yell at him and asks what he thinks he's doing! He turns around, and starts walking towards me. Okay at this point I'm pretty scared (my knee was shaking). M is slightly behind me and beside me, so I tell her to have her phone handy in case. I tell the man to return the stuff that isn't his. M adds in he can keep the food, just give back the kettle. He gives me part of the kettle, but he doesn't give it to me (there's some resistance). So, we're both holding on to the kettle, and I'm telling him to return the stuff that isn't his. I tell him that we are going to call the cops if he doesn't, etc etc.
THEN HE WANTED TO COME BACK INTO THE HOUSE! Of course I'm in the front blocking him and then I yell at M in chinese to 'dai deen wai bei chai lo' (aka call the damn cops). So she's talking to the cops and I'm stalling time, hoping that he'll give me back the kettle and just leave. Then he takes the power cord and tries to haul the kettle away like a bag of goodies. Michelle and I finally grab the kettle from him and we lock the damn door; M is still on the phone with the cops. I ran my ass to my bedroom and I call my parents. My pulse is racing, I'm out of breath, and I'm explaining to my parents what happened. I go back downstairs and I see that he took the dust pan from outside and he had opened the shutter door. HOLY CRAP IS HE TRYING TO BREAK THE DOOR AND COME BACK IN???!!
2 minutes later, the cops arrived and apprehended him (and that was when Em came down as well) An hr and 15 minutes later, statements have been taken, pictures have been taken, and we can finally study in peace.... if all that excess adrenaline in my body would wear off.
The weirdest part about this was that I think he was inside for a long time. He went through the trash in the basement, brought the garbage can from the main floor into the basement... and he even had a blanket and his beer bottles in the laundry room; I hope he wasn't trying to spend the night.
Why this is a blessing:
1) It was an old homeless man who meant no intentional harm - I mean if he wanted to hurt me he coud've
2) We got back all the stuff, minus one pochacco slipper.
3) NO ONE GOT HURT!!
If there had been more than one person, if the guy was carrying a knife or gun, who knows what the ending to this story might have been. I sure as hell don't think I'd be screaming at the guy to return to the stuff. Better to take my stuff than my life.
What's to be learnt from this:
1) When you get a new lock for your door, you make sure it's damn secure!!!
2) When you leave the house/go to bed at night, CHECK ALL YOUR DOORS!
3) Never show them that you're scared. Try to look/act calm.
4) DON'T FREAK OUT!
Moral of the story: Lock your damn doors properly, and make sure people living with you know how to do that as well. Try to act calm and remember different situations warrant different actions. I.e. if the man had a gun, I wouldn't be yelling at him to give me my stuff back.
I think I have another thing to add to my 'to do list' for the summer: Self Defense Class
Friday, May 4, 2007
"Love means never having to say you're sorry"
Disclaimer: For some reason, this quote kept on nagging at my mind. This is nothing personal, so don't ask me what's wrong - because there's nothing wrong :) Again, these are my thoughts, so if I offend you, I'm sorry!
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I'm sorry, but yes it does. While on the whole I might agree with the statement, if you look at it carefully it's actually wrong. I don't care if you do something out of love; if you're wrong you better apologize. Just because you're doing something because you love someone or reacted a certain way doesn't mean you shouldn't feel crappy for what you did.
Here are some examples:
You beat the sh*t out of someone because you thought your significant other was 'cheating' on you.
You forgot an important date (birthday/anniversary/etc) AND you forgot to buy a present.
Surprise surprise, you didn't do your share of the housework, AGAIN.
You brought up the dirty past, when you promised you wouldn't, because you were so pissed off.
You made a mistake (I'm sure you've made a mistake).
You went through someone else's stuff because you were 'concerned' about them.
Love doesn't make you perfect; I think it can actually turn you into a green eyed monster! How many people can reach the level of love like that from the Bible, you know that famous verse. For the non-Christians, I'm sure even this passage is familiar to you. It is as follows:
"Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
never selfish, not quick to take offense.
There is nothing love cannot face;
there is no limit to its faith,
its hope, and endurance.
In a word, there are three things
that last forever: faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of them all is love.”
-1 Corinthians 13:4
You've never been jealous when your guy/girl talks to someone else? (I can see you turning green :P) You've never been selfish or got upset when s/he couldn't spend time with you? (OMGosh, I haven't seen you in 3 hrs *whines*) You've never gotten pissed off at your boyfriend/girlfriend?
If you said 'no' to all the above questions, I'd say your pinocchio nose is starting to grow. Do you know WHY you get pissed off/jealous/upset - it's because you like/love him/her. It's actually quite normal, rest assured. People (that being mom/dad/friend) wouldn't be 'on your case' if they didn't care about you. You constantly wish they'd get off your back, well when there's no one to tell you what to do, then you'll realize the magnitude of loneliness you'll feel. And loving someone (whether it be family/friend/romantic) doesn't make you or that person perfect either. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you're never going to be perfect :P and you're going to make mistakes till the day you die (not necessarily on a daily basis though). Any human should have the decency to feel bad for hurting another person. If you love someone, you should feel extra remorseful, not say "Well I love you and I only acted that way because I love you and so I shouldn't have to say sorry." Love doesn't justify your actions as right. Just like good intentions doesn't always lead to a good conclusion.
Love means saying you're sorry and truly meaning it. There are different 'forms' of love, but the rules are universal.
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I'm sorry, but yes it does. While on the whole I might agree with the statement, if you look at it carefully it's actually wrong. I don't care if you do something out of love; if you're wrong you better apologize. Just because you're doing something because you love someone or reacted a certain way doesn't mean you shouldn't feel crappy for what you did.
Here are some examples:
You beat the sh*t out of someone because you thought your significant other was 'cheating' on you.
You forgot an important date (birthday/anniversary/etc) AND you forgot to buy a present.
Surprise surprise, you didn't do your share of the housework, AGAIN.
You brought up the dirty past, when you promised you wouldn't, because you were so pissed off.
You made a mistake (I'm sure you've made a mistake).
You went through someone else's stuff because you were 'concerned' about them.
Love doesn't make you perfect; I think it can actually turn you into a green eyed monster! How many people can reach the level of love like that from the Bible, you know that famous verse. For the non-Christians, I'm sure even this passage is familiar to you. It is as follows:
"Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
never selfish, not quick to take offense.
There is nothing love cannot face;
there is no limit to its faith,
its hope, and endurance.
In a word, there are three things
that last forever: faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of them all is love.”
-1 Corinthians 13:4
You've never been jealous when your guy/girl talks to someone else? (I can see you turning green :P) You've never been selfish or got upset when s/he couldn't spend time with you? (OMGosh, I haven't seen you in 3 hrs *whines*) You've never gotten pissed off at your boyfriend/girlfriend?
If you said 'no' to all the above questions, I'd say your pinocchio nose is starting to grow. Do you know WHY you get pissed off/jealous/upset - it's because you like/love him/her. It's actually quite normal, rest assured. People (that being mom/dad/friend) wouldn't be 'on your case' if they didn't care about you. You constantly wish they'd get off your back, well when there's no one to tell you what to do, then you'll realize the magnitude of loneliness you'll feel. And loving someone (whether it be family/friend/romantic) doesn't make you or that person perfect either. I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you're never going to be perfect :P and you're going to make mistakes till the day you die (not necessarily on a daily basis though). Any human should have the decency to feel bad for hurting another person. If you love someone, you should feel extra remorseful, not say "Well I love you and I only acted that way because I love you and so I shouldn't have to say sorry." Love doesn't justify your actions as right. Just like good intentions doesn't always lead to a good conclusion.
Love means saying you're sorry and truly meaning it. There are different 'forms' of love, but the rules are universal.
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