conjure up your own context to this

I find that when Allah (swt) gives us something He knows we are going to stumble on, He also gives us something to grab onto for balance. I can barely believe how merciful Allah (swt) is. It's really indescribable.

Procrastination in form of Pocahontas

Because I have a paper due tomorrow, I decided to watch Pocahontas today. Despite its strange colonialist representations, this will always be classic:



Sigh. Okay, my work here is done.

you are my sunshine

what I really do in class

I just spent 3 solid hours doing research for a paper that's due in 8 hours, then my stupid computer logged me off the university portal thingy, and I lost all my research history. I have to start from scratch. That doesn't work for someone like me who has the attention-span of a fruit fly.

Pardon me while I go cry in the corner.

purple candy

I hate every variation of purple candy. I find it despicably ugly-tasting. Yes, I just described something as tasting "ugly" and you can't do anything about it.

Getting back to my point. I bought a pack of sweet tarts yesterday from Dollarama (best store ever) and I opened the pack only to find a large number of the candies to be purple (about 30%). Now, this angered me. I paid a good 50 cents (plus tax) for this candy, and I get stuck with half of them tasting ugly.

I wonder why candy manufacturers even bother making purple/"grape" flavoured candies. Who likes them? Grape juice is also pretty bad. The only grape/purple flavoured thing I like, is popsicles. Grape popsicles are good.

(Okay, so I'm writing a post about candy because I've been experiencing some fairly depressing things at my placement. And I needed to get them off my mind for a bit. More on that later.)

I find it ironic that the word "monosyllabic" is made up of 5 syllables.

Coffee Time is my New Homie

After the year 2008 which was bereft of winning anything from Tim Hortons' Roll up the Rim to Win contest, I finally got my break! I was practically crying last year (see this and this) because I wasn't winning anything.

This morning on my way to my placement, I ambled over to Coffee Time (Tim Hortons is too scared to set up shop in this "scary" neighbourhood). I got a medium French Vanilla, and Lo and Behold, I won! It's not a great picture, but it does the job well enough.


In your face, dumb Tim Hortons! My loyalties to you are over!

Old Filipino Men

Every morning I run into the crossing guard that patrols the area in front of my building. We're on friendly terms, and if I'm not about to miss my bus, I usually stop to talk to him for a little while. He's an older Filipino man.

Just picture this: I can't believe how cute I am here.

So this morning I walked out of my building, and as I passed him, he said "you look sad." And I said to him "oh no, I'm not sad, just very tired." But it struck me that he actually noticed my face was different than usual. Not only did he point it out, but he also mentioned it to me out of friendly concern.

I mean, I'm not actually sad. I just don't know many other people who would care enough to mention it. That's why I like him, and I think he likes me, too.

There's another older Filipino man that works at U of T as a caretaker (old Filipino men rock) and today he was talking to a friend and I for 1 hour about how he came to Canada. First, he defected from the army because he didn't want to kill innocent people, then he had to fight his case in front of a judge. Then he secretly got married to a woman he loved. Then they came to Canada, and they have 2 adopted children. Then he told us a lot about how to plant bananas.

In short, old people are nice, and they have some interesting stories. Get to know them.