Monthly Archives: August 2003
I was filling up my academic planner yesterday…when homeworks are due, midterms, finals, when I will be making trips where, when I will have friends making trips here, weekend clubbing, concerts, plays, fairs, parties to go to…before I know it, … Continue reading
Ergh, I find myself veering again. Somehow, those political-economy-geography-cultural analysis social science courses always spark me off. I loved my economic development (Econ C171), political economy (PEIS 101) and economic geography of industrial societies (Geography 110) (can they sound any … Continue reading
The token ‘first day of school’ blog entry. (a) I cannot believe this is my final year in college. Boo! (b) This will be a 4 day weekend semester. Yay! (c) I’m sick of classes with readings by Fukuyama (The … Continue reading
"What’s up with this guys with girls thing?" –Man to his boyfriend as Patrick and I stroll into Cala Foods hand in hand in the Castro. Guess some gays are kinda protective about their territory.
"As you will be graduating in 2004, I would like to know when will you planto come back to S’pore." –email from person handling my scholarship stuff. Noooooooooooooo! Do I have to start thinking about It already?
It`s like a whole other country. All the signs are in French. You mostly hear French being spoken in the streets. The architecture is definitely more traditional and more colourful. The cultural air just seems different somehow. Definitely feels like … Continue reading
Well, I’ll be damned. Less than an hour after I posted my last post, less than 10 minutes after I walked out of the University of Toronto library where I was surfing, North America experienced one of its worst blackouts. … Continue reading
I’ve gotta say that my time in Toronto is picking up big time. Not only because I have re-discovered a genuine joy of solitude, but, on the flip side, I’ve met awesome people whom I’ve had great conversations with. Igor, … Continue reading
I am incapable of making up my mind, and traveling alone simply manifests that inability. I have been deliberating between staying put in Toronto and going to see Dimitri from Paris on Friday/Paul Oakenfold on Saturday, or going to Montreal … Continue reading