Remember that one time on the bus, when…? Share your mass transit stories.

The worst memory I’ve had on the TTC was puking in it on a weekday. It was a month after dating J when the ex called and truly upset me. He had the audacity to ask me to get back together…a full month after breaking up. It made me feel like shit, like I was worth nothing. Suddenly I developed motion sickness (I was pretty hammered with having quite a few to drink at the billiard place where he took me that night). J acted disgusted but still stood by me and accepted my flaws. Definitely a memorable night.



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TADA – so 2 weeks ago me, mom and J tackled the closet. found out that i had 3 boxes full of teddy bears that i’ve accumulated over the younger years. a couple of posts ago i spoke about how J is the worst boyfriend because he can’t win me at least one teddy bear. hmph, but now that i see all these teddies from the numerous exes i had, i wouldn not think of trading J over other guys. *insert awws moment*. after that we went to watch the mayweather fight 🙂 (grr talk about a frustrating cheap fight_ not really relevant here so i’m going to skip that rant). the point here is, since me and J made other plans, i left a lot of my room unorganized. i had a bunch of boxes to sort through and throw out everything that i don’t need.

then the weekend that just passed, best came over cause she wanted company. we watched movies, played video games and then i dragged her and J to my lola’s bday party (*insert 89 yo, wowzaa). after my lola’s party we headed out for some drinks, oh man did we vent. we vented about the past, the present, and what we see in the future given where we are situated at the moment. anyway back to my point…

since it wasn’t a late night, i went home and was able to sleep and decided that i will finish organizing my room. don’t get me wrong, i played Catherine before starting, i was catching up on tv shows that i missed on ROD and before you know it was 5pm. J called and told me he was coming over around 10, and i really had to hustle. 2 garbage bags and 3 empty boxes out of 4 done and i swept the floor and wiped the table. it felt good to finally finish my fall version of spring cleaning.

while best was here, i couldn’t sleep until i figured out my finances. that was the main reason why i wanted to clean my room because i needed to figure out my debt and their interest rates. done and done, phew … but then i thought, writing goals and having a plan is only 1 piece of the pie. i found my old planner and decided i will keep a planner in my bag again. i figured this will also help with clearing up some of my iPhone’s memory by clearing some of the useless apps that i don’t even digitally update, i will finally have a hard copy of my memory/dates, list of projects and of course track both my weight and financial goals. if executed properly i will (within 2012):

  • less in debt
  • more conscious about my health (by tracking what i eat and how often i go to the gym)
  • plan events ahead of time
  • track important dates that i really need to keep up with (dentist appointments, chiropractor, doctor check ups, hair appts, mani-pedis)

phew that was a lot to vent in one day. oh, trust me when i say, this is definitely a score cause i can blog at least once a week and note the things i want to blog about without forgetting about them. next entry, i will take a picture of what you can find in my bag, now that i’m slowly forming a rountine. definitely a a an amazing start towards my 27 year 🙂


Whenever I see UP in capital letters, I automatically think balloons and little Asian kid and Dug. This is how I’m going to start this post.

Recently I watched Contagion (spoiler alert for those who may want to watch it). It was alright. Reminded me of 28 days except no one turned into a Zombie. I’m glad cause I have nightmares when I watch them. As slow as they may be, they still manage to creep the heck out of me. Maybe it’s the fact that all they want to do is eat your flesh. They have no brain and most of all they somehow know where you are… *shiver. Anyway back to contagion; what if a virus was to spread in the real world at an exponential rate all over the globe, how would you handle it? What if the government can only save you in numbers, you had to stand in line to get vaccinated? What if the only means of communicating would be through technology? Can you even grasp how you would react with riots and supply shortages? When everything that we have run by machines also known as humans, suddenly don’t want to go out because the outcome of going out is dying…alot of questions that you can only imagine when you faced with an epidemic. Sigh, how are we living in this world when 80% of whats out there is uncertain. Like what someone said, it’s all about perception, we’re only human and there’s no definite definition for real.

This movie just pretty much adds to the multiple conspiracy theories that I’ve learned about in the past year. It’s so easy to just be oblivious isn’t it. But seriously at the end of the day everyone is scared of the unknown. Aren’t you? I know I am.

I just went went to the gym and met a trainer today, man how i wish i could afford a trainer. Losing weight would be so much easier. This all really comes down to ROUTINE. I mean gosh why can’t I get obsessed with having one. I just read an article about people who gets too obsessed about working out, honestly at this point I would rather be obsessed with it rather than feel so uncommitted. One thing that I got out of it is the fact that technically at the rate that I go out and spend money, I could potentially afford looking like a model. But looking at the whole number I just became flabbergasted. I also learned what my personal goals are and how to potentially get there:

1. lose at least 40 pounds
2. improve endurance

All I need is commitment. I mean it’s just the simple things; drink water, sleep enough, go to the gym at least 3-4x a week, eat smaller portions more frequently. Following this closely will help me lose at least 1-2 pounds a week and 10 months voila I’m as sexy as my 18 year old self.


Easier said than done clearly.