It's a done deal: we broke up.

Dear Identity Theory, we can no longer be together because there was never really an "us" to begin with. I was misguided and naive. I jumped into this relationship assuming I knew everything I needed to know about you, when I obviously did not. I will always remember you for your HUGE body of literature, but in this appearance-based culture of ours, I feel like you've changed...I've changed...we've changed. You with your looking-glass self, and me with my flat-ass self only made things more challenging. I thought you were trying to self-destruct, though in retrospect, I now understand that you were instead, patiently waiting to be de-constructed. I think we both need to go about our social interaction differently and see new people. I wanted you to hear it from me first and yes it is true, I've started seeing Angela Mcrobbie in the past few days, but it's nothing that serious at the moment. Believe me, you were BIG and you were GOOD but I've decided that it is best if I don't wake up with my breath smelling like theoretical dick every morning. You will always occupy a special place in my heart, and perhaps with growth and understanding on my part, we will find our way back to one another in a year or so when I am ready to be in a long-term committed relationship. Good luck with everything, as I truly hope you will continue to present yourself in everyday life, the way you always have, as a truly "bazaar" individual.


Ok, Ok, so I got my qualitative research paper back today, finally. I've only been sweating diarrhea over this massive paper for about 10 days, checking my email every 47 seconds to see if my prof. emailed me my mark. Now for those of you who remember, this is the prof. who looks like Matthew. Funny enough, he's older than Matt but actually looks younger than Matt because he's not balding. So ANYWAY, I did pretty darn good but my prof.'s comments were somewhat annoying. He is such a "know-it-all" show off...

What is really funny, is that for both my quantitative and qualitative class, I got really good grades, but I feel like a fraud because I've come out of both classes not knowing or learning nearly as much as my grades suggest. I'm glad J. introduced me to Identity theory seeing as how my prof. didn't. And although my Foucauldian analysis worked very well for this particular research paper, I'm pretty stoked about reading more stuff on ID theory and building on Goffman's work which I'm pretty familiar with already. Thanks so much J for helping me out and allowing me to raid your library (fo' realz guys, J's got a fuckin' "mini-koerner library" going on at her place)! I love having intelligent, brilliant friends who will hopefully never break up with me.

To celebrate, I bought a litre of cafe latte ice cream from Mario's today! Actually, E's latest blog entry made me crave ice cream (but the REAL kind).

Pretty fly for a chinese guy

Madness within the first year....

The BF and I hung out on Wednesday to celebrate the BIRTH (I have an adversity towards the word Anniversary) of our first date three years ago. If I had known that we would last this long, I would have changed the date of our first outing so that it would not coincide with 4-20! Actually, we were both somewhat high and delusional as I was drugged up on my amoxycillin and the BF stepped on some dog poo by Coal Harbour park. After attempting to rub his shoe against the grass to rid of the poo, I took a little tree twig and proceeded to scrape the chunks o' poo off his shoe. It was TRES romantic and a real test of our love. haha. GAG. But this poo incident basically sums up our relationship in the past few years. No, life has not been shitty at all with the BF but Wednesday's adventure is pretty bang on in terms of the cheap, but special, kicks that we derive out of our time together. This may not strike some as the most exciting way to spend quality time together, but we enjoy it, in fact, we thrive on the not-so-classy and totally embarrassing moments of our relationship....well, at least I do!

My friends (yup, all three of them) know how the story of Drabbister and Psion5mx began so I won't go into the details here, but the BF and I occasionally like to "reflect" back on the good old times; particularly, that one fine day at Strath where what initially began as a ploy to get some website design help from the BF, turned into a really awkward conversation that involved the word "hot." Wow, I'm proud of myself! Damn straight I am because both the BF and I realized that if I had not said what I said, we would have never gone out....Obviously because I was too cool for him and he would have been too busy sipping his Cristal at some stuffy joint downtown chatting it up with other suits about the Liberal sponsorship scandal! (oh wait, the scandal had not happened yet...LOL!!)

All jokes aside, I have major respect for the BF as one of the greatest human beings I have ever met. I give credit to him for being a "suit" with a social conscience and a sense of humor. There are too many hilarious little details and great stories that I can tell you about the BF but then I'd be blogging til the cows come home. It has been nothing but good times, with of course, the usual difference of opinions here and there (ie. I refuse to ever eat spaghetti with egg or live with his pet bird or arguing over $2.25 hot-dogs in Toronto) but for the most part, the BF makes me pretty darn happy. He keeps me relatively sane and is not afraid to ask me "what's your problem? who peed in your soup?" when I revert into my bi-polar-fuck-you mode.

I'm glad we're together! I'm glad he didn't diss me or tell me he was married with 1.7 children when I asked him to "hang out" three years ago. He's a good man and terribly dorky which just tickles me silly to know that he's mine. Fuck you all, I know I'm disgusting.

Deep Questions

1.Why do essay introductions take 10 weeks to write?

2.Why does my period decide to come on the day that I have to churn out 678 words per minute?

3.Why is identity theory so bloody cool?

4.Why didn't my parents name me bell nguyen instead of Wall Flower Nguyen?

5.Why does my back furrigin' hurt like a beotch? (Oh, I know the answer to this one: because I'm too cheap to buy an Ergonomic chair but not too cheap to buy a back brace or invest in spinal disk surgery!)

Ain't no PhD in my future

I feel like this picture right now.


I have to write 25 pages by this Wednesday. As of right now, I have about 10 characters written: my name and student number (hey, at least the title page is moving along...). I decided to treat myself and take it easy because I've spent the last 2 nights staying up until 3am doing yet another paper. Instead of getting this next paper started today, I've decided to update my friendster photos and create yet ANOTHER online journal...you know, because these things are so VERY necessary. No matter how old I get, I cannot kick this horrible procrastination habit. It must be a disease. It must.

I wonder how I even managed to get into grad school in the first place. It must have been my other personalities that got me through my 3rd and 4th year papers. I don't know how people do it: spend their lives devoted to academia. At this rate, I'll never get my thesis done, unless I decide to do a textual and visual analysis of how youth develop borderline personality through the process of online journaling! I guarantee it will be original research....


Bleh. In other news, I'm welcoming myself to blogspot since my girlfriends and even the BF refuse to join me at livejournal. I am such a victim of peer pressure.