Toro Y Moi

Last Night was magical. After a long debate with my folks, I decided to go with them to the Wrongbar in Parkdale for Toro Y Moi. When I stepped out of my dorm, I said to my self 'why the hell I'm frickin leaving, it's midnight already'. But it was worth all the way. The show was wicked, Chazwick Bundick was chillin baby! And since Wrongbar is a small bar, I got to be close with them and it was like, I could feel the chillwave inside my body, woo.

I also got to see some other cool bands that I just knew, Braids and Adventure. Although they had such long and unsuccessful sound checks, they were fawsome as well!!! The only downside of yesterday was that I had to hide in the bathroom with Dane when the waitresses was ID-ing everybody. See, This kind of thing is what I hate about Canada, I mean why we can't buy liquors, cigarettes, or go to the bar when we're actually legal to make a lawful contract, silly. I'm almost 19, I don't think it's really worth it to buy a fake ID. And for the record, I didn't buy any booze!

Casino Night

Casino night was one of the events held by Residence Council in my campus dorm. We had poker, black jack, bingo, and everything. Not to mention, the benefits from the event was donated to the SickKids Hospital, which is really cool. Although I don't contribute that much, I am so glad to be a part of the council and to do lots of cool stuffs in my dorm. I enjoyed the experience and I hope the council will continue bringing awesome stuffs next year.

Today

Yep, today was another unproductive day. I woke up so so late and I had that waking-up-late headache. I only went out of my room twice today, to grab something for brunch and dinner. I didn't do shower, but I put on a lot of my adidas cologne, so if you passed me by today, you might not tell haha.

I re-watched Mad Men episodes today, loved it, as always. I also did my macroeconomics' assignment. Well, I actually had got this bunch of assignments, but, I wasn't in the mood to do the others. And that's it, that's all I did today.

One thing I realized today, my eye sight has gotten so worse that I couldn't read a line without my stupid-looking glasses. I've had that sunglasses since about 3 years ago, but I never had to use it regularly. Today I couldn't even read caf's menu, my emails, and texts in Humber TV ads. Ugh that was the last thing I ever want to happen to me, I hate lenses and I just don't want to wear glasses everyday HHH.

Anyway, the other day, I read a question in my friend's tumblr asking the meaning of happiness. One user answered 'to have a productive time'. He is wrong! You know what, Today, when I imagined myself doing lots of stuffs or visiting a good resto in downtown instead,  I felt like I couldn't be happier with the peace and ease of just being unproductive.

Then I came to think. Some people really frame themselves with this set of rules and principles to become happy, some people, like Jack Canfield, build people's dreams with this so-called accurate method to be successful (I used to believe in those things too). But I tell you what, they are WRONG. Things are very very flexible. Some people are successful without having the so-called communication or leadership skills. Sigur Ros is a rock band. Bad childhood doesn't always turn people into physco, so on and so forth.

It is just so silly when people telling me what to do or how things should be done. Cause there really is no absolute formula out there and I don't feel it's necessary to change a thing in me. 

Believe nothing, that's the simplest way to live happily and properly.

:-|

I keep having 8-9 hours of night sleep and  2-4 hours of nap every single day. I forget when exactly I started doing this, it's been going on for so long like if I could get paid for sleeping, I would have been Donald Trump. Seriously, all I've been doing these days are just lock myself up in my room, listen to records all day, then get back to sleep. I've been very very lazy. I don't eat out much anymore, I don't come to parties anymore, I don't take pictures, I am basically just dead.

Is it wrong? Is it wrong that my mood tells me not to care about anything? Is it wrong if all I wanna do is ... geeve?

I would want to use the remote from 'click', and put just couple more weeks on autopilot. Cause you know what, this feels so fucking good. I don't need meth or weed, I just want to sleep and have the luxury to ignore all shits happening in the world.

I don't care if Jackie hires somebody else for her lookbook. I don't care if I don't get that fucking honours pin. I don't care if I don't get to finish my book and get it published. I don't care if war's started somewhere (okay that sounds terrible), but I just don't. Um, well ...  I do care about school. My finals are in two weeks, and I know I've sacrificed a lot to be here, I don't want to disappoint my parents either, but, I just want to fucking sleep and find everything is fucking normal when I am ready to wake up. Is that really too much to ask?

Transfer

I know it's been like a century since the last time I posted in this blog (and the other blogs too). I have been extremely unproductive and lazy lately, but, the point is, I just want you folks to know that I'm alive and still blogging. I just saw my blog's stats and I am very grateful to know that I have got a number of people who have been checking out this blog even when I was away. Thank you all so much!

Anyway, last month I was hired to be one of the resident assistants for next academic year. The job is so good! The team has these awesome personalities, I will be friends with lots of people and get paid well. But I, unfortunately and excitingly (?!), had to turn it down since I'll be accepting Ryerson University's offer (not York or UofT). I chose Ryerson because I wanted to have spirit of an established alma mater more than becoming an RA, downtown's environment seems more interesting than York campus, and the tuition is much more cheaper than UofT's. (There I wrapped them up).

Humber has been such a good experience though. I met lots of people, I learned lots of things, and I've been involved in lots of stuff. But like my dad once said to me, at some points, we gotta do what we truly wanna do no matter how much we need to sacrifice. I know he is right and (sadly) I have to leave Humber. *Now I realized how much I'm gonna miss Humber :(