Why I will never eat crab again...

So, it's been a while, hasn't it?

My life has just carried on like usual. But with a few exceptions:

1. I've got myself a membership at that huge library at Berri-Uqam! Wheee!
2. I've been promised HP the 6th as soon as Inny's finished with it. Can't wait!
3. I am finally changing my glasses! Yay!

But of course, disaster always follows me everywhere I go... Like yesterday, for example. My parents took me shopping for crab. Turns out that they didn't have fresh, still alive crab, so we had to take a bag of dull, frozen ones. When my mother was cooking it (and my nose glued in another sci-fi book), she suddenly cried out. For a good reason. There were flies everywhere. EVERYWHERE. At least fifty of 'em in the living room, and at least twenty trying to get through the screen door. It was like Birds, except that these weren't birds, but killer house flies.

It's as if some dolt handed out fly-sized invitations for a mass barbeque, and then accidentally put our address on. It's as if the entire house fly population of my entire little suburb were there, trying to get a piece of the big crab pie (not that it's actually pie).

We managed to swat about twenty of them, and flushed them down the toilet, and we chased the rest out. But it must've looked real funny to the next door neighbour to see us swatting away at the air in that strange asian dance of ours.

Anyways, I still wonder, why are we afraid of things that are actually a helluva lot smaller than we are.

Hum...

On a side note, Wailingyingyingyingy Chan said that I have a bad fashion sense. We'll see about that.

London, July 7th, 2005

*Grumble*

Who would've believed those Chinese businessmen would be so untrustworthy? And you know what's worse? I'm Chinese, and my entire family are business people. Geezus. My mother's still fired up... In other news, I was inspired by Sergios's *ahem* mohawk, and decided to do my own, but of course, I kept my hair intact. '-_-

Anyways, just for the fun of it, I saw 12 Monkeys again. Cool movie, I have to say, though I still am confused. Perhaps it should make us confused... Ohhhh... Anyways, I loved the harmonica theme. My friend said that it's creepy. I say it's just cute.

I have decided to work on my Blog again, after much neglect after my damned exams. I am also going to get the results soon, and I already feel like my future has casized, taking my chances of becoming the Dr. Phil of Canada with me. Another side note, Montreal's weather is just horrible: -30 C in winter, and 30 in summer. A total pain in the ass. And my mother is also addicted to the Bold and the Beautiful... Another victim of the deadly soap operas. ;_;

Music: my humming
Mood: bored

Finally!

Summer vacation has begun. I was so excited that I kinda forgot to write. But I'm fine now. My vacation has fallen into a drowsy stupor.

Let's see... accomplishments:

• I have freaked Sergios out by squeezing the life out of my talking Furby...
• I have seen the fireworks from Argentina and Australia... I think?
• I have made more insulting jokes to Bing that I have ever done in my entire life (in one night, too!).
• I have watched a big of the Live8 concert, though I missed most of it. I have also signed up.
• I have seen Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (I liked Philosopher's Stone better), and the Grudge (overrated, wasn't scary enough to make me paranoid).
• I have visited the Office. Not bad, though I had expected a bit more...
• I have eaten a lot of watermelon (who knew Weight Watchers had anything to do with watermelons?)
• I have bought a new wallet

Simply put, I have done absolutely nothing so far.