Archive for February, 2009


Funny Friday

I finally managed to get a hold of Season 3 of The IT Crowd this week. Another hilarious season for one of my favourite TV shows. I just hope that there are more episodes per season. Six episodes is never enough!

A sampling from Season 3:


On a different note…

Mr Shell’s computer officially crashed the other day so we’ve been sharing my computer these past couple of days. So now I’ve been trying to figure out how to post using my blackberry and started dreaming about getting a laptop again. Ideally I want a macbook, but since we’re PC people it would cost more to go with Apple. Not to mention it is more expensive than PC laptops. Blah.



I received Soulmate’s christmas package a couple of weeks ago (yes, Canada Post takes THAT long) and in it is this wonderful chamomile tea. It’s a pretty fancy tea. The bag is made of this silky, fabric-like material. I’ve been enjoying it lately as my allergies seem to be kicking in early. Nothing like a soothing hot cup of tea.


Being Googlable

I coined the term ‘googlable‘, pronounced googable, as a way to describe the ability of one’s name to yield results using the Google search engine. For example, typing in one’s name on Google and resulting in at least 1 hit makes you googlable. Of course, the 1 hit must refer to you specifically and not just another person with the same name as you. Now, my last name is not a very common one so every now and again I would google myself. When I used to be a tutor for Winter City school board, I had at least 2 hits as their newletter was posted online. After I left, I became ungooglable for a good chunk of time. Today, for some unknown reason, I decided to check my name again. To my surprise, I actually had 1 hit. An even greater surprise is the website that I found my name on, Neurotree. One of the profs I worked for a couple of years ago recently added his branch of the neurotree. I guess as of today, I am googlable once again.


Couch Day

Today is my designated Couch Day of the week. I will be purging my DVR one show at a time starting with Top Chef and ending with a Dead Like Me marathon from the Scifi channel.

In between the shows, I will also try to read a few chapters for one of my classes.

Then, for my food indulgence of the day….

These are so addictive! I could eat 3 cups in a day; unfortunately, they are pretty pricey.

To anyone who is interested in buying them, Costco has a $2.50 off per box offer on them right now; however,  it is limited to 5 boxes per person. You can find this offer on the February – March coupon book.



Growing up, I was considered to be one of the smart kids. It didn’t really bother me at first yet as the years go by, I started to despise it. I did not like the expectations thrown at me. I disagreed with the way some classmates and teachers treated me differently. I absolutely disliked the feeling of being different. As a result, I ended up having two sets of friends in high school: my fun friends and my smart friends. Neither of them interacted with each other despite the fact that we all went to the same high school. Having these two sets of friends allowed me to be goofy and crazy one day and then have intellectual debates the next. It felt like I had the best of both worlds. I was neither the fun nor the smart kid.

It was no surprise that this continued in my undergrad years. This time the labels switched from fun to party and smart to neuro, as I was in a neuroscience program. Much like my high school friends, they did not socialize with each other. The dynamics remained the same. My socializations with my party friends were rooted in the stereotypical university life whereas the interactions with my neuro friends were generally wholesome and academic. Once again, this situation was completely alright by me; unfortunately, it was not shared by others. Every now and again I would be teased for studying, for spending long hours at the lab, or for choosing not to party because of my schedule. On the other hand, the neuros would sometimes joke around that I partied too much, that I was a huge procrastinator, or that if anyone wanted to party I would be the one to seek. I was labelled both a nerd and a party animal. Even though I would rather not be labelled at all, if I had a choice I would choose any nerd moniker over party animal. The reason? Because although my party friends teased me as a nerd they still respected me. The neuros, however, would always have a condescending tone when they joke around my partying. The times they joked around made me feel that I am not good enough, not smart enough to be in the program. I was an outsider to academia yet an accepted nerd in the party scene.

Looking back, it did affect me.

I remember always doubting myself because of their label. I remember being both happy and unhappy at the same time.I remember keeping my distance with them. I remember choosing to do graduate school at a different uni eventhough I would’ve loved to work with my undergrad mentor. I remember electing to take the plunge with a professor I have no prior experience with. I remember selecting my well-being and self-worth over  career opportunities. I remember switching career directions and leaving scientific research behind.

I remember the first time I felt content…


Friday the 13th Recap

My trepidation regarding a conversation with my Mom was rendered unwarranted as she opted to not overexaggerate her anxiety this year. Either this or she forgot that I had an evening class that Friday. Regardless, I decided to not bring it up during the conversation. Suffice to say, it went smoothly. On the other hand, the rest of the day proved to be interesting.

Sun City recently added a rail system to their quite deplorable transit system. As a result of this new addition, they removed the bus that I usually took to go to school. I liked having to ride just 1 bus; however, ever since they removed it I had no choice but to take the rail followed by a bus. It’s faster yet more inconvenient. So… much like any of my Friday night classes, I usually leave relatively early in order to avoid any encounters with rush hour traffic. When I arrived at the station, the train was nowhere in sight so I began looking for a chair to sit on. As I was looking, I walked by some random guy who asked me for the time. The polite gal that I am, I took off one of my earbuds, replied, and moved on. BINGO! I found a chair. I maybe sat on the chair for about a minute when random guy, without me realizing, followed me and decided to sit beside me. I’m thinking odd but whatever. I was just going to shrug it off until he started talking. He was talking to me! I pulled out one of my earbuds again to hear what he has to say. I’m thinking did he already forgot what time it is. Nope. Apparently he mistook my reply to his time question as an invitation to hit on me!  Now, being a member of the Asian persuasion, guys hitting on me always start with random guesses of which Asian culture I belong to. This is really annoying and unattractive. I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses. I was not even close to being interested in conversing with this guy so my “I am bored” tone kicked in which apparently fell on deaf ears since he continued to talk. He eventually asked for my number. I politely (coz  he might be crazy) tell him no which normally would then stop the entire interaction. In this case, he not only continued talking to me….he started SERENADING me. o_ O   At this point, I was ready to hop on the train. WHERE IS THE TRAIN?!?!?! Two minutes go by, he was still singing. Finally, the train arrived and I was saved YET my adventure was not over. I ended up missing my bus so I had to take a cab. Cab driver gives me his number. Awkward! I was forced to accept as I needed him to still take me to school on time. Good thing, he wasn’t driving me home.

I have never been so relieved to arrive at school until that day.


Friday the 13th

My Mom is one of those people who staunchly believes in the superstition behind Friday the 13th. Every time it happens she bombards me with her anxiety for my safety. Over the years, I have learned to give her the occassional grunts of acknowledgement as previous attempts of dissuading her were futile. One has to learn to pick their battles. Today (Friday) is “call Mom day” for me so this morning, I was feeling pangs of trepidation. Maybe she won’t get too carried away this year. Nevertheless, I decided to make muffins to calm me down before I call her. I used this muffin mix from Williams-Sonoma that has been sitting in the cupboard for a few months now. I haven’t tried any of their mixes before so I was a little excited.

Much like other muffin mixes, it was pretty straightforward. Water and eggs were all that was needed. I did add real bananas to the mixture to enhance the flavour. It only took about 20 minutes for each batch of eight muffins. In the end, it yielded a dozen muffins. Also, it is worth noting that there was a significant amount of walnuts in the mix which is quite impressive. After less than an hour, I had moist banana-nut muffins for breakfast. Although in hindsight, I should’ve added chocolate chips.


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