Archive for November, 2008

looking at old pictures, these are from the weekend before i moved to china. it’s weird to think that i’ve already been here two and a half years. what’s next? i’m always confused when people ask me where i’m from. “where are you from?” it’s a simple enough question, but i immigrated to canada at [...]

today is my favourite kind of sunday. the clouds are moving quickly through the sky (no, really! through my window, they’re just zipping along like they’ve got some place to be) and it’s quiet and i’ve just made lunch & lazing around in bed with my phone turned off. the cat is curled up nearby [...]

so i’m late on the game, but i just went to an old friend’s website and happened upon an amazing video he did a few weeks ago.
it’s now actually “YES WE DID!”, but i still wanted to share this.
ps. check out his website & his video blog site as well. damn, imagine how much [...]

“This is Chang Jok Lee, my grandmother. The mother of Sai Ming Lee.”
My friend Sean Marc Lee posted this very wonderful note on his facebook page today – I liked it so much that I wanted to repost it here for you guys to read. It makes me think about my own family, my grandmother [...]

google image search for ‘cold’ comes up with this. blarrrgh.

seems i’m not the only one who’s fallen ill, today the office sounds like a hospital, quiet with rumblings of cough and misery. however, i’m loading myself up on teas and rallying so that i can make it out to the dj shadow show tomorrow night. hm.

yesterday was a big day, a going away party for three colleagues of mine who i’ll miss dearly. there was much galivanting and carrying on, and i was already feeling under the weather and woke up this morning with a full on flu, the first flu of winter. achy bones, overly sensitive skin, head full [...]

for democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.good job, america!! xoxoxo

my cat went missing for 29 hours last week, somehow she managed to worm her way out of the apartment and away… but where? i found her the next day, huddled wet and filthy and miserable in the stairwell. where did she go? makes me think of that peter sarstedt song recently made popular again [...]