nestea consumption reaches all-time high …

the greatest thing happened this morning — afternoon actually — on the spadina streetcar

i was on my way to school (having missed my three morning lectures, i was going for a lab) and i was standing near the doors of the streetcar because i get off soon, and there were a bunch of china-folk sitting in the back

one of them had a guitar, and they just start strumming along — and i’m thinking hey i know that song

then they start singing, and it’s a song that relatively few people know about so i was amazed that they knew it

and i felt like letting loose and singing, but i was short on sleep and i couldn’t remember the lyrics properly

so i just start singing to myself instead of going loud, but the people around me were looking at me like the fool that i am

but then unfortunately i had to get off the streetcar because my lab was about to start and my stop was there

i wish i didn’t have the lab then, i’d gladly cut about any other class to join a bunch of chinese young adults with a guitar

lobo – i’d love you to want me

when i saw you standing there
about fell off my chair
and when you moved your mouth to speak
i felt the blood go to my feet

now it took time for me to know
what you tried so not to show
something in my soul just cried
i see the want in your blue eyes

baby, i’d love you to want me
the way i that i want you
the way that it should be
baby, you’d love me to want you
the way that i want to
if you’d only let it be

you told yourself years ago
you’d never let your feelings show
the obligation that you made
for the title that they gave

baby, i’d love you to want me
the way i that i want you
the way that it should be
baby, you’d love me to want you
the way that i want to
if you’d only let it be

it took time for me to know
what you tried so not to show
now something in my soul just cried
i see the want in your blue eyes

baby, i’d love you to want me
the way i that i want you
the way that it should be
baby, you’d love me to want you
the way that i want to
if you’d only let it be

oh baby, i’d love you to want me
the way i that i want you
the way that it should be
baby, you’d love me to want you
the way that i want to
if you’d only let it be

why is it so much easier to forget the kindness than it is to forgive the wrongdoings …?

meh

i’m going to be posting the comic strip i’ve been working on

to start off, the drawing board i built from an old desk — the experience taught me the value of power tools (especially the jigsaw)

i think i breathed in too much sawdust, more than is good for me

around two-thirty i completed my physics problem set and handed it in at mclennan physical labs

then i went to robarts library
last night i had conducted a search on the comics-related material UofT holds (and it’s actually a lot more than i’d expected)

so i finally through trial and a lot of error figured out how to navigate robarts (all sorts of elevators going all over the place) and checked out scott mccloud’s understanding comics as well as the first volume of superman archives

i also wanted to read the captain canuck #1 that the university has in its thomas fisher rare books library

that’s where they have old and … rare books under relatively tight security
so you check your bag and coat as you enter the little place, then take an elevator to the basement, where you tell a librarian what book you want to read (naturally, you can’t check it out) and then you’re directed to a reading room where you take a seat, then someone comes up to you and gives you what it is you want to read

captain canuck #1 sucked, the art is laughable at times, the story is bollocks capitalist-god-is-on-our-side-the-communists-are-all-evil type of a plot that seems uninspired
the hero seems more american than canadian (other than his costume) and he looks like a dimwit who can’t do anything but spew campy cheesy quasi-patriotic lines
mind the book was written in 1975 … and it’s full colour, wow
self-published little classic of canadian comics that is now rare, rare enough to be kept under guard at UofT’s rare books library

it was comical to go in there and see all the people reading old old books and important looking things as i leafed through a comic book
i wonder what else we’ve got at the UofT

after that i went to my math tutorial and wrote my quiz

as i headed home i got off at scarborough town centre and met a friend (steph) after a long time, she was with some exchange-group from BC (i think she’s er … guiding them around)
that was good

as i headed out from STC i decided to drop by krispy kreme’s 24-hour drive-through and pick up a donut
the attendant asked through the intercom thing if i were interested in the fresh out of the oven original glazed, and i said i just wanted a creme-filled glazed
so i drove up to the window and i handed him the payment for my single donut
the young apparent man of african descent smiled as he gave me back my change, then handed me the bag saying “i threw in an original glazed for free”
i thanked him and drove on
note: it was fresh out of the oven
at a red light i pulled the original glazed donut out and took a bite
now some people say that heaven is in the arms of a loved one, or that heaven is in your eyes, or something
but right there i found heaven to be in my mouth
that fresh out of the oven donut was the epitome of delicious as it virtually melted in my mouth
i savoured every last bite and i thanked that attendant for his generosity

when i got home i took a look at the receipt
the attendant’s name was gabriel
and that’s when my suspicion was affirmed
that donut was divine

after having had the most uneventful winter break anyone could have i’ve realized that i should have done all my homework sometime rather than leaving it for now
but the truth is i realized that the first day of the winter break, and every day after that
even up until yesterday i was thinking about starting my homework
even earlier today when i started watching the classic 12 Angry Men and after i finished i was thinking about doing homework
and even as i’m typing this up i’m thinking about it
my math is here in front of me
heck it’s stuff i should’ve caught up on during the academic year, but i’m doing it now — the last sunday of the winter break
ha.. ha… this is sad

this is my current winamp playlist

i have too many songs, and winamp doesn’t randomize them perfectly
so i listen to many songs over and over again … i end up just pressing “b” for next over and over until it gets to an agreeable song

depends on the time, mood, etc.

anyway, yeah, all my songs — er, they’re … uh … there for educational purposes … ahem … yeah

note: this post was made by raymond, not nomes

Alrite if you ppl haven’t noticed the dress code has changed pretty much since when we were in grade 7-12, some changes were good and fashionable. At first schools were enforcing the rule about wearing pants up to the waist? or around there close enuff can’t remember the exact words. As we all proceeded thru out high school years you should have noticed that the “rule” wasn’t really cared for.

Some of you wouldn’t even care, but after reading nomes’s entry about “assembly line mass drone production,” it reminded me of what i should have erased from my memories of horrific images that i would try to describe but yeh don’t go complaining i didn’t give you ppl a warning.

Across from my locker at school there is a relatively larger in size female, to be frank, she’s kinda fat. Every morning she would beat Po (new name for po kit, part of his name was cut off for some reason on the attendance) to his locker and he would have to wait until the large female to leave, but before she left she would apply massive make up and fragrances. As Po tells me more than half of the fragrances she applies fall upon him instead of her and Po is being suffocated o_O. Your wondering what this has to do with the moon, well this is when nomes’s posting brought up memories buried deep away. Well this particular female wears tight t-shirt that never quite cover enuff flesh > .<, and she wears low rise jeans. You are now going aw man thats disgusting... worse is yet to come. During one beautiful afternoon, school had ended, as i packed my stuff to leave and wasbwaiting for my friends to leave as well, to my misfortune i turned around and saw her bending over picking her stuff up. X_X!!!! Not only was she exposing TOO MUCH FLESH, but you could see her crack (_|_), with a thong... i was about to pull out my own eye balls. Then Po suddenly came over and blocked the sight for a few moments to ask me "hey whats wrong" i go, "don't turn around." Of course whenever we say that ppl naturally just turn and look... and yes same reaction, but Po ran for his life and sped toward the exit. *sigh* So now you know why the moon rises more than once a day, anyways some ppl should be cautious of what they wear and yes i do RESPECT PPL'S WAYS OF EXPRESSING THEMSELVES, but in this manner to create discomfort for many others should they continue? after all its a free country rite... well i'll let you come to a conclusion =P P.S. o_O she is not nice at all, she was rude to me when i was blocking her, she said "Can you MOVE" and i was like o_� wtf no manners > . <. She almost ended my life when she nearly fell on me when i sat near her locker eating lunch. Worse of all i think she has a BF, and hes in grade 10 or something and she's in gr12? and this concludes ranting #1 more to come soon, maybe...