Momentous Occasions are Momentous

I bring tidings of great joy, and I come bearing gifts! No, it's not Christmas all over again (although there's still snow on the ground in Banff), it's the return of my blog!

Well, sort of.

I won't promise on making regular posts again, but so much has happened in the last little while that an appearance became necessary. We're gonna do this in numbered format to make things more interesting and easy to follow, savvy?

1. I've been accepted to McGill University's Urban Planning programme for 2013! I'll be moving to Montreal at the end of August, where I'll be living for about two years. After that I want to head back to British Columbia, but two years ago I would have laughed at you had you told me I'd be living in Banff in the near future, so we'll see what happens.

2. I actually finished something accomplished a predetermined goal on Protagonize! Over the last few days I've posted both a new chapter and the epilogue to the rough draft of my story Red King Chronicles. It is by no means a finished story, though, hence I amended my above statement to say I reached a goal. Close to the beginning of the year I decided that I needed to do a complete rewrite of the story: new intro, new back story for Jason, new sequence of events, new a lot of things. However, I told myself that I wouldn't start the editing process until after I brought the current draft full circle to the prologue. I have now done that and am looking for critique. So, have at 'er!

3. After a year and a half of collection dust, there's finally a new chapter in Elsie! I had to reread the entire story myself before continuing on, but my the fires of my inspiration have been stoked. I drafted a chapter outline for the latest chapter and the following chapter, possibly two following chapters. I've got the conflict sorted out, so now I just need to figure out how to resolve said conflict and eventually bring the story to a close. I'm being optimistic about this one, for once.

4. Caramel Tim Tams were in stock at the grocery store so I'm doing Caramel Tim Tam Slams! Be excited for me.

5. I still feel that lists should contain multiples of five, so...

And that's all!

photo by me

a Sandwich to be Shared

At the beginning of the week I dedicated Music Monday to a sandwich (which I affectionately call "sammiches" in real life, but will refrain from doing here; Monday's post was very, erm, impassioned). I had a second go at it today, and followed my own advice to try Nutella.

Suffice to say, the combination was mouthwatering. Chocolate and peanutbutter are the perfect power couple. So here's the "recipe," a little bit more sensical than the last one.

You will need:
- two slices of bread
- one banana
- peanutbutter
- Nutella (optional)
-one tablespoon butter or margerine (optional)

 Spread peanutbutter on one slice of bread, and Nutella on the other. If desired, fruit jam can be substituted for Nutella. Raspberry or strawberry would probably be really good.

Chop banana into slices and layer onto the peanutbutter. I prefer thin slices, around a centimetre. Use as much or as little as the banana as you would like.

Place second slice of bread Nutella-side down over the bananas and peanutbutter.

Bring a frying pan to medium heat. Grill both sides of sandwich to desired level of browning. If you're using butter or margerine, melt this in the pan before grilling. This will help with even and crisp browning, but the sandwich will be fine with or without.

And that's it! Serve warm, and I'd suggest a glass of milk and orange slices. The peanutbutter and Nutella combo is quite sweet, so you'll want something tart to balance the flavours. While looking for photos, I also came across some variations that used strawberries in addition to bananas, and marshmallow cream in place of peanutbutter for a s'more taste. They all sound good, eh?

photos by, 24oranges, Greatist, cuttlefish, and me

Music Monday: Your Song and a Sammich

I'm feeling a little unorthodox today. Why? 'Cause I got one of those research papers finished up, a whole three days before it's due. This is absolutely unprecedented. It called for a celebration.

And so celebrate I did.

How, you might ask? With a sammich. But not just any sammich, it was a deliciously triumphant sammich. I'll give details on it below, but first we've got to get the Music Monday portion of this blog out of the way.

This week I've chosen "Your Song," specifically the arrangement from the film Moulin Rouge as sung by Ewan McGreggor. Moulin Rouge is a favourite of mine, and for good reason. The musical arrangements are prefect and suit the film beautifully, the casting was spot on, and the acting was just over-the-top enough to make the movie campy but not unbearable. If that makes any sense. Anyway, I love a lot of the songs from the film, and I have the album ("Nature Boy" by David Bowie gets a tonne of listening time, by the way).

So why "Your Song?" 'Cause it's the song that I wanted to sing to my sammich. Seriously. Here's the video.

So instead of Nicole Kidman, picture a sammich. In particular, a grilled peanutbutter and banana sammich. Yah. And just how does one make one of these? Read on!

1. Peanutbutter up one slice of bread.
2. Layer thinly sliced banana on peanutbutter.
3. Peanutbutter up second slice of bread. OR use fruit jam, Nutella, kaya, honey...
4. Heat a non-stick frying pan to medium heat.
5. Melt a small amount of butter or margarine in the pan.
6. Place sammich in pan.
7. Grill, flip, repeat.
8. EAT THAT SAMMICH-Y GOODNESS.

That is all. You can thank me later.

Poco Loco

I am a crazy person. This has been confirmed by my behaviour the last week, and especially what went down today. More on that later, though, when my mind has some time to catch up with what exactly is going on.

Anywho, you might have noticed that I missed Music Monday. Oops, my bad. But, there is a reason, a perfectly valid reason! Y'see, I spent the weekend in Vancouver pretending I was in Singapore. I ate all my favourites, namely Hainanese chicken rice, Singapore laksa, sambal ayam, prata, milk tea, and kopi. And shaved ice cream. Oh, and sour mango cake. I think that's it? I also went out for Peking duck and sushi (on different nights, people!).

But those aren't the reasons I missed Music Monday, nosirree. I missed my Monday post 'cause I was on a boat. Sunday night I attended the Asteroids Galaxy Tour tour's final show in Vancouver before heading home to Denmark. Danish people are from Denmark, right? I know I'm a Geo minor, but I sometimes forget these things. Anyway, mad rad concert, had a great time, and was too busy singing along to the Safety Dance to blog about it. And yes, I know it's a cover. Men Without Hats did it better, frankly, and I even have a shirt with part of the song written on it. Seriously. I'm that cool.

Now if you'd excuse me, I have a very important meeting with Mr Boss Man tomorrow afternoon. G'night!

photo by moffoys

Singaporean in the Snow

I miss Singapore. Really, this should come as no surprise, as anyone who doesn't miss his temporary tropical home on return to a frosty Canadian winter is clearly a lunatic. And let it be known that I am no lunatic.

Luckily, I brought a few things back to make the transition a little easier. Two of those things: kopi and kaya. Kopi is the southeast Asian coffee, simply. I'm not so sure how to properly describe it, other than mouth-watering. In Singapore (and most of the region, for that matter), kopi is accompanied by condensed milk rather than cream, which gives it a distinct sweetness. I brought the instant variety home, though I am swiftly running out. To counter this, I've started mixing it with hocho powder, creating what is probably my new favourite hot beverage, kopicho. I may or may not be drooling right meow.

As to kaya, it's a jam-like spread for toast. Now, this might sound a little bit gross, but it's made from a combination of coconut milk, eggs, sugar, and pandan (not pandas). In all honesty, it's nothing much to call home about by itself, but mixed with peanut butter it is on the same level as kopicho. In fact, kaya-peanut toast (that's what they call it in S'pore, I actually didn't come up with the combination myself) goes really well with a hot mug of kopicho. Especially in the chill of winter!

Think I might throw on the kettle and plug in the toaster, actually.

photo by xcode

the Noms in Macau and Hong Kong

This might not be the best place to start off a blog post devoted to what I ate on my last trip, but hey, this was the first thing I ate in Macau! And what just is it? If you guessed "crispy fried pigeon," you're correct! You don't win a prize.

Pigeon actually isn't that bad. It has extremely dark, tender meat, though not very much of it. From what I remember of duck and goose, it's more similar to those than to chicken. For once, something that doesn't taste like chicken!

One of the foods that Macau is known for is the Portuguese egg tart. Yes, Portuguese. Macau was a colony of Portugal until recently, and the European influence is plain there. Egg tarts are common in Asia, but the Portuguese take on the Asian staple is simply delicious. Flaky pastry, sweet egg custard, and a sprinkle of cinnamon. The tart is also subjected to flame like a crème brûlée. É maravilhoso!

On the pastry note, bakeries were extremely abundant in both Macau and Hong Kong, much to our delight. Many cakes were eaten, some familiar, such as the chocolate and hazelnut creme cake pictures, and some were a little more localized, like the purple yam and red bean cake I sampled in Hong Kong. It was gone before I could take a photo, but yes, it was in fact purple.

Due to some amazing stroke of luck, our one-day visit to Macau fell during the Macau Food Festival. Rad! Food prices were a little steep, but that was fine, it was a festival of food. A gluttony fair, if you will. We loaded up on meal coupons and sampled quite a few of the different stalls. I remember having some spinach gyoza, Portuguese sliced meats baked into a cheese roll, and samosa with three sauces. Some lemonade with sour plum was consumed as well.

The other two travelling with me had some dim sum among other things, and so our last mean in Macau was a super success.

The first meal in Hong Kong was significantly better than the first in Macau (the pigeon, if you remember). We hit up a fancy-looking deli and market for some sandwiches, which were actually quite inexpensive and very, very good. Mine was a smoked ham sandwich with mustard, tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, and apples. Mmmm. It was good to have real bread. I don't get sandwiches very often in Singapore, and when I do they're from Subway. Sad panda.

Also in the deli market was a bakery with pastries (of course), where more egg tarts were purchased. There was also a giant gingerbread house castle. Like, massive. I didn't eat any of it, but it deserves to be mentioned. It had towers. And spires. And icicles. And trees. And an old babushka (not sure why). I can't explain well, so here's a better photo. Amazing, eh?

Later on in the Hong Kong trip we ascended Victoria Peak via tram, one of the essential tourist activities in the Pearl of the Orient. At the top there are two malls (of course), one of which had a New York Fries. Which served poutine. I went into hysterics. The other guy travelling with me lives in Austria, and had never heard of poutine, so, like any self-respecting Canadian, I introduced him to the caloric goodness. For those of you who don't know, poutine in a Quebecois dish consisting of hot French fries, fresh cheese curds, and brown gravy. Best.

At this point, you might be noticing a lack in, how shall I say it, Asian food. I really did eat "Asian food" most of the time, but the delicious and momentous things just happened to be, well, not.

However, our second day in Hong Kong we jumped on the tram and rode it to the end of the line to see what we could see. We happened upon a dessert café that offered many typical Hong Kong deserts. Most of them involved mango, and most were a sort of pudding or soup. I had a mango-based dessert, which also had dragonfruit, pomelo, and sago. Sago is just a starch that, at least in Hong Kong, is usually found as an edible pearl similar to the black tapioca pearls in bubbletea. The dragonfruit was my favourite, but mango is starting to grow on me.

This last photo wasn't our last meal in Hong Kong, but it was the last food photo I took (aside from the Mickey Mouse waffle). It's also proof that we consumed Asian food, although this wasn't my plate. But this one looks more pretty than mine. Mine looked like a pile of brains. But it was more delicious than that. I think. Never had brains, so I can't compare.

Anywho, suffice to say that it was a delicious trip!

all photos by me, more of Flickr.

Those (Favourite?) Things Left Behind

Despite my oft professed love for Asian food, I miss pizza. Terribly. I've been having cravings for flatbreads from Twisted Tomato, an Italian restaurant in Kelowna. Not sure why my imagination is fixed on pizza, though it is likely a combination of the sharp decrease in both bread and cheese consumption since arrival. To tell the truth, things have become so bad that I purchased a Groupon for half price pie. Ruh-oh.

Don't get me wrong, I love summer as much as the next Island or Okanagan resident, but it wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of temperature variation out here. Day time highs? 32. Night time highs? 28. I don't think I've turned my ceiling fan off or closed my window since arrival. I sleep on top of my sheets. The only respite from the heat possible is the time spent in lectures, where the theatres and class rooms are kept at a frigid 18 or so. Not cool. Not cool at all.

Being a modern city that never really shuts down (the Mustafa department store never closes!) there's quite a bit of ambient light. Combine that with the haze from Sumatran forest fires, and you've got a situation where it is nearly impossible to see stars. A friend of mine spotted one the other night and we all oohed and aahed. One star. I mean, it's not like stars are an important part of my life, but you certainly notice when they are not there.

I'm just gonna come straight out and say I miss wine. There's wine here, even some of the Australian wines I know from back home. But I don't just want wine, I want wine with my wine friends. I want my quiet nights in with a nice dinner and a glass or two of red. Or white, if I'm sipping from a glass of Tantalus Riesling. Also, wine is expensive here, just like every other alcoholic beverage. Gotta love those sin taxes. And yes, that is what they are officially called.

This one requires quite a bit of explanation. I miss the right hand rule. Remember back to my True Colours post, where I revealed that I am a rational and independent green. Now think about driving. Depending on where you live, traffic flows on either the left or right side of the road. In Canada we drive on the right, in Singapore they drive on the left. This rule commonly extends to pedestrians as well: you walk on the right, especially when going up stairs. Naturally, I assumed the same would apply here, except on the left of whatever walkway I found myself. Wrong. So incredibly wrong. There is absolutely no set practice or etiquette for walking. It's a total free for all. You want to get down the stairs? Make your own way up. You want to dodge the incredibly slow walker in front of you? Find whatever route is available. See a spot you can squeeze through? Use those elbows!

I swear I'm not passive aggressive right meow.

first photo by sassyradish, second photo by acidpix, third photo by Dennis Barnes, fourth photo by willy-photographer, fifth photo by otama

Singapore Sweet Tooth

What's a trip to Singapore without a taste of the king of fruit, durian? Admittedly, I really don't like the stuff. It comes in the form of a large spiky oblong fruit, which then has to be hacked open to reveal the flesh inside. Note: this flesh smells like garbage left out in the sun. And it has a peppery after-taste. I am definitely not a fan, but I can now say I have sampled the most infamous fruit of southeast Asia.
Verdict: must try, despite it being terrible. People either love or hate it, there is no middle ground.

An ice cream sandwich at home is simple a brick of ice cream between two cookie-like wafers, usually chocolate flavoured. Here? Find your nearest ice cream uncle and grab a real sandwich with an Asian persuasion, such as my personal favourite of purple yam ice cream between rainbow sweet bread. Yes, bread. As in yesterday we bought a loaf of bread and a bucket of ice cream and made ice cream sandwiches. Life changing!
Verdict: I would have one a day if there was an ice cream uncle on campus.

Right now, Buddhists (and the Chinese community in general) are celebrating the autumn festival. As with all good festivals, this one includes a symbolic food: mooncakes. I'm not sure what significance they carry, and people seem to tell different origin stories, but these little confections are actually not bad. Typically filled with lotus paste and egg yolk, they don't have much flavour and are quite heavy.
Verdict: another "must try" food item, simply for a feeling of full participation in the culture.

Lastly, here is something called ice kachung. No need to say "Gesundheit." It's a little hard to come to conceptualize, so bear with me. First you fill the bottom of a bowl with starch jellies. Don't ask what kind, I have no clue. Next, pile on fresh shaved ice into a monumental heap. Drizzle with flavoured syrups, such as rose. Finally, garnish with corn and red beans. Yes, corn and beans. I speak the truth.
Verdict: worth trying, and quite good as long as you try to ignore the fact that you're eating corn and beans as a dessert.


first photo by ppborla, second photo by me, third photo by ♥ he@rt ♥, fourth photo by CDN Harv

Rescuing the Milo

I love my Milo. A lot. I've blogged about it before, even. So it makes me sad when the Milo in our dining hall is pathetically sub-par. Luckily, I have come up with a very mathematically and chemically precise way of rectifying this hot drink deficiency:

• 3/4ish cup full of poorly proportioned Milo
• 1/4ish cup full of Vietnamese coffee (known here as kopi-o)
• 1/2ish tbsp of sugar
• 1/2ish tbsp of coffee whitener

Voila, the Milo has been salvaged and made delicious once more. Post-meal beverage time is saved! It's the little things in life, people.

photo by elena's pantry (whose gallery is making me drool)

my Favourite Things, Food in Singapore Edition

Y'know how lemonade is the refreshing drink of choice in the summer? Here, that honour goes to lime juice. I sampled it my very first day here, and have been in love ever since. For a while I was going on one a day. Now I've branched out into all the different juices you can get, most all of which are fresh squeezed and therefore rad.

I'm in love with Indian food. The Indians tease me about having the Indian dinner every single night, but what can I say? It's the most delicious thing on the menu. If I just want a quick snack, though, roti prata is my usual go to. It's not your typical fried roti, and I always take my stuffed with eggs. Then there's the side of curry sauce to dip in, which I end up eating with a spoon when I've inhaled all the bread. Mmm.

This may have originally been a favourite of mine from living in Victoria, but my love for hot pot bibimbop extends to Singapore, too! Korean food is widely available in Singapore, and even in the heat and humidity I don't mind sweating a little more over a hot plate and a side of kimchi. 

Every night I have at least one cup of hot Milo, a drink that is sort of  like hocho but definitely not. During the day I'll also drink it cold over ice, often ordering it as a Milo dinosaur. And just what is this Milo dinosaur, I hear you ask? Well, it's a regular glass of iced Milo with an extra scoop of the powdered mix on top. It be delicious.

Bread Talk is a chain of bakeries, and every time I walk in I am completely overwhelmed. It's all self service, so at the entrance you pick up a tray and tongs. After wandering around the store trying not to spill drool on the baked goods you take you heavy laden tray to the cashier and pay for you spoils. I try to limit myself to four purchases at a time, two savoury and two sweet. Faves include the chocolate cream cheese bun, mushroom hot dog bun, and garlic chicken sausage pizza.

The majority of my vegetable intake comes from lunches at stalls that sell laksa yong tau foo, which is a type of soup. First, you pick up a bowl and fill it with whatever vegetables, cooked eggs, tofu, and meat products you wish, and then hand it over to the cashier. Your choices are quickly boiled and then placed back in the bowl with your choice of broth. I always have laksa, which is a spicy coconut curry much like Thai red curry. I may or may not grab some of that right now, as the photo is of one of the couple stalls at NUS.

Lime juice photo by Charles Haynes, roti prata photo by jeanyim, bibimbop photo by jbcurio, Milo photo by CLF, Bread Talk photo by midthought, laksa yong tau foo photo by 22n.

a Few More of those Favourite Things

Haven't posted any "real" blog stuff in a while, so I might as well do a list post. Here's what's keeping me going right meow:

Tim Horton's coffee and donuts are a Canadian staple. I love my double-doubles, sour cream glazed, chocolate glazed, maple dips, and turkey clubs. Unfortunately I can't get those in Singapore. I'm trying to do the math on how many Tim Bits (donut holes) I'll need to buy in Vancouver for my flight to Shanghai.

McDonald's Dollar Drink Days are one of the first signs of summer. As terrible as it may be, I love going into the drive-thru and coming out with a large Diet Coke for a little bit of spare change. I'm in at least four times a week. I may have an addiction.

Adele, particularly her song Rolling in the Deep, is one of my go-to summer playlist favourites. Even better are the amount of great covers of her material, so I can have multiples of the same song on my playlist and sing to each one. Also, I finally figured out what all the background singers' lines are. Victory!

Roller Coaster Tycoon became one of my favourite games the moment I started playing it. I recently reinstalled it on my family PC and have been glued to that machine ever since. My only problem is that I tend to make the rides "too intense" so no-one will go on them. Boo on you, wussy AI.

Living on an island and being able to hit the beach and the fact that it is finally hot outside. I love beach combing, suntanning, swimming, having bonfires, and all that good outdoor summer seaside stuff. Thankfully my next move will be to a tropical island. I might have plotted this in advance.



images by flamster2468, StayProud, jprice325, Mike Overall, and me

a Few of those Favourite Things

I've been watching my friend Annie Cristina do it for a while now, and, like a good many of the things on my blog, I decided to steal the form of the post from her. Hah! It's a reciprocal relationship, I swear. So, here we are: some of my favourite things at the moment.

Kimchi

I really don't know what to say about it. Describing it to people always makes it sound bad. Well, if you don't know, kimchi is a Korean staple, and is typically cabbage leaves (sui choy as far as I know) pickled/fermented with garlic and spices. I usually use mine to make stir fries or soup, and kimchi soup is a definite favourite thing.

The batch I made today included baby bok choy, spicy pepperoni, shitake mushrooms, onions, more garlic, and tofu. I considered adding some noodles, but there was already too much goodness to handle.

Adidas ClimaWarm Fleece Jacket

It's rare that I go a day without wearing this fleece at least once. While it may officially be spring in the Okanagan, we're still fluctuating between warm-ish 8 degree days with sun and colder -5 degree days with snow. I'm never sure what's going on outside, I just throw my hands in the air and accept it.

What I like the most about this fleece, I think, is that it's somewhat fitted, so I can wear it under a jacket without much bulk. And yes, I will layer jackets over jackets; I'm an island boy, and I still don't cope well with cold. Hence I'm moving to Singapore for a while.

Janelle Monae

Seriously, how many times has this woman appeared on my blog? Answer: not enough.

Despite having only one full length album out, Janelle never ceases to surprise me. I've been following her for a few months now, and I must say that I was thrown into a fit of hysterics when she announced a Vancouver date on her next tour. So I've got my tickets, and I'm counting the days until I get to see something like this live.

Stash Acai Herbal Tea

I always thought myself to be a hocho man, 100%. Turns out I have a bit of a soft spot for tea, as well. Last year I started into various chai blends (vanilla chai tastes like Christmas), but recently I've switched to herbals. My fave right meow? Acai.

I'm still not sure how to say it, but that doesn't stop me from drinking about a cup a day. And this is in addition to my hocho habit. And my double-double habit. And Pepsi habit. So, new favourite thing: caffeine!

Green Metropolis (by David Owen)

This semester I started my studies in urban geography and community planning in earnest, and a lot of what I'm reading and learning about absolutely fascinates me. A lot of it really rocks my boat, too, especially coming from British Columbia.

For example: Manhattan is one of the models for environmental sustainability and city growth. Huh. I'm only one chapter into the book, so I haven't gotten into his arguments quite yet, but my interest has certainly been piqued. Here's hoping it's as good as the cover makes it look!


Finally, and I know some of you have seen me spam posting this on my Facebook page, I'm participating in a head-shave on Friday (gulp!), with the pledge money I raise going toward the Canadian Cancer Society. I'm very apprehensive, as I have never shaved my head, and washed my toques in preparation to cover my near-baldness. So optimistic, eh? It would be rad if you could pledge a little toward my goal, or just write some words of encouragement. Thanks!

photos by Marc Matsumoto (c) [ No Recipes ], Adidas, Janelle Monae, Mexycan, David Owen

my Year in Review

First off, this idea (and title?) was stolen from a friend of mine. I like to swipe things like that. Here's what I got up to the last 12 months.

Is there an equivalent to Wednesdays in university degrees? As of January, I was officially at the hump-day of my degree program: 5 terms down, 5 to go. I'm not sure whether I was relieved or even more stressed because of it.

February brought Olympic good times as I spent part of my reading break up in Whistler with some friends. Mittens were worn, events were watched, beers were consumes, and I was hassled over and over about where I managed to pick up my Team Canada hoodie.

Did anything happen in March? Anything at all? The only thing I can think of is that I ate copious amounts of phở, but I do that every month. Well, did that until the phở place became blacklisted. I'm not bitter. Not bitter at all.

This picture isn't exactly accurate, but in April the hard drive in my laptop decided to die (finally?) after four years of service. However, it chose to die in the middle of exams and term papers, and in Kel where my XP boot disks were not. Long story short, I'm now an Ubuntu convert with extreme loyalty to Western Digital.

Even though my school year had only just ended, in May I began looking at the opportunities that I would have this year. And what should catch my eye but an exchange program to NUS. I've been obsessing over it since.

The Canadian group Thunderheist broke up in June, and I had the privilege of attending their last show in Vancouver. Honestly, it was one of the best performances I have seen, and I am so sad that they won't be touring or even making music anymore. Oh, and I turned 21. Minor detail.

Although I go to school in the Okanagan, I had never been there in the summer, when it is at the peak of awesome. In July I flew out to Kel and went camping with a bunch of friends and was finally able to experience an Okanagan summer. Rad.

August brought many of my RA friends back together, after four extremely long months apart (besides the ones I saw in July, heh). More rad people, more rad camping, and rad memories to boot. Mad rad.

I got my first tattoo shortly after I turned 19, and a week later I decided that I hated it. After many years mulling designs, I settled on a Russian firebird to cover the terrible tattoo up. I started the tattoo in September, accomplishing 3.5 hours of work in a single sitting.

October, of course, brought Halloween. I had a posse. Initially, I was a dragon. Then I was a dinosaur. By the end of the weekend, I was the Ogopogo. There were no costume changes. I'm just that awesome. We're just that awesome.

The most terrible month in the history of terrible months was November 2010. I had a very brief post about it, sharing the musicians who helped me through it all. I'm still not quite over what happened that month, but hopefully this new year will bring some healing.

I was finished with exams quite early in the month, so December became the month of movies. In theatres I saw Burlesque, Tron:Legacy, and Black Swan. Many others were screened from the comfort of my living room, or as movie marathons at friends' places. I really needed the down time after this year.




Garfield (c) Jim Davis, Whistler photo by me, phở photo by m0nyet, Thunderheist photo by wagepeace, Okanagan photo by trainboysd40, laser tag photo by a friend, tattoo design by laludia, costume photo by a friend, Chris Corner portrait by lora8, Black Swan poster (c) Fox Searchlight Pictures