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My friend tagged me on this note, I thought it was pretty interesting, enjoy the read.

A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City , where a woman
may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a
description of how the store operates:

You may visit th is store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of
the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may
choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next
floor, but you cannot go back dow n except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor
the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.

She is intrigued, but continu es to the second floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.

‘That’s nice,’ she thinks, ‘but I want more.’

So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.

‘Wow,’ she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and
Help With Housework.

‘Oh, mercy me!’ she exclaims, ‘I can hardly stand it!’

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:< /B>

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with
Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign
reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this f loor. There are no men on
this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to
please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

*PLEASE NOTE:*

To avoid gender bias charges, the store’s owner opened a New Wives store
just across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like beer.

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.

“Men just think being Eighteen years old and having a penis are all the qualifications to becoming a man.” –From the book “Trouble with Men”

A quote from the book “Love-the feel good factor”…

No search and rescue team is more tireless than love. It will crawl down to the deepest cave, climb the most dangerous crevasse. It is our life buoy when we are drowning, our safety net when we are falling, our parachute when we have to bail out. It is the shepherd of a hundred sheep who will not sleep when a lamb is lost until he has found and returned it to the fold. Love lassoes us to life and will never let us go.

AFTER THREE HOURS OF SLEEP…I crawled out of my just warmed up sheets to get business casual. Its another restless day. My morning routine gets more and more simple each day. Just ten minutes I transfer from bedroom mess to primping agent. Secret weapon? Baby swipes instead of face cleansers, dry shampoo instead of a whole wash and blow dry routine, colour contacts instead of make up…if only teeth brushing could be simplified by gum chewing…(now that’s abit gross…I gotta take care of my pearly whites) point is, I’d do anything to get that extra 20 min snooze… ZZzzzzzZZ

I’ve been quite busy with school work recently so I can’t update as much. I’ll try to update more often with short entries. Today I went to do a photoshoot with Ronnel Panizares, a good friend of mine and an amazingly talented young photographer. He opened his own photography label “MDAH” which stands for “Modern Day Anti-Hero”. We did photoshoots at the Metro Convention center and University of Toronto. I’ll be uploading them once I receive the pictures. For now I’ll post up two web cam shots that I took.

Whenever people ask me what is my mother’s occupation, I always get envy responses when I answer “Oh she’s a housewife.” Lucky her! She doesn’t have to work. She’s a fortunate lady. People still have a traditional stereotypical view for housewives, they paint, cook, shop, watch soaps, naps and waits. Especially the 21st century housewife, they got really glamourized by “Desperate Housewives”, they drink bellinis, tan in their front yard and hire underwear models to do their lawn.

But in reality, society in general is asking a lot of women to stay at home so they could support the family in every practical skill there is available to them to acquire. Aside from cooking, cleaning, gardening…housewives are now being pushed to learn the home rennovation skills. Today while I flipped through Redbook, a lifestyle and fashion magazine targeted towards mid-aged women, I saw a whole spread teaching women how to lay bricks. (GASP!) The illustration made the process look like baking, you make a mould, you pour in the mudd and you bake it or let it dry. Its that simple. The next morning instead of telling you “honey can you please sew that button?” your hubby tells you “Honey can you lay some bricks and build me a brick tool shed?” (Oh no he didn’t!). Okay I’m just putting a healthy dosage of satire here, I think its rediculous that magazines are teaching housewives how to lay bricks. If a woman is really interested in learning, I’m sure she can learn under professional training, but home made bricks are just cheap chicken sh*t that breaks ppl’s back.

My mom is a housewife but she’s also a personal banker, accountant, cook, tailor, babysitter, party planner, home rennovator, electrician, plumber, cleaner and whatever role that she’s being called for. Ladies, enjoy your manicure while you can and learn to appreciate those that can’t.

I spent my lunch break at Coles bookstore leaching interesting stories and reads here and there and I came across a section where all the coffee books were being sold. Recently I had this fascination with coffee table books because if you can have one giant book hanging loosely around sitting in your living room coffee table, what topic would you want it to me? I think a lot of guests could learn about the familily’s interest by just flipping through the coffee table while chatting. Of course there are the classic ones like Dali, Cartier, Bob Marley, Galliano… but I came across a giant coffee table book on Jack the Ripper. Jack the Ripper on your coffee table. That’s right. I flipped right to the middle and there was a picture of a dead girl with subheadings “gutted like a pig”. Now I wouldn’t be surprised if I went to Marilyn Mason’s home and found this. But considering Coles is a family bookstore, I gaged at the idea of any sane family putting Jack the Ripper on their coffee table. What’s next? Charles Mason and the Zodiac Killers?

This week was full of dramas and turmoil, I could barely stand up under all these gorey situations. Today I could finally sit down and breath with normal pulse. I’m back.
Last night after the mid-term I did a little bit of shopping on Bloor west. There’s a saying: those who say money can’t buy happiness don’t know how to shop. So here’s what I got:

@ Lacoste knit top, was 130$, 50% off paid 75$. (Gift for mum)
@ Aritzia Wilfred off shoulder top at Aritzia, on sale for 40$
Aritzia Talula tank top on sale for 25$
@Calvin Klein boxers 8$ with 25% discount
@Holt Renfrew Cosmetics Nars lipstick 30$
Bobby Brown Gel Eyeliner 25$

Lacoste is 20-30% for the rest of the weekend. Aritzia is still on sale, but popular styles are running out of size S and dark colours. Calvin Klein is still on their silly 25% discount (25% is nothing considering its just undies.)
I usually don’t buy make up on sale because they do expire sooner. But why buy cloth if you can’t get sale price? Shopping is only theraputical if you know how to bargain and be thrifty. (wink wink)

For 30 hours I haven’t shut my eyes and another 14 hours to go until I get home. How do you balance an eight hour shift work with four hours of lectures everyday? That’s the question I ask myself everyday. My essay marathon was officially over this morning at 7 am when I hit the send button. But what’s next? Economics quiz tonight followed with English mid-term tomorrow. F*ck! Excuse my expletives.

This is definitely one of the craziest summer I’ve ever had, moving to a different city, living by myself, take 2 bus in the morning and 2 to get to school that’s in another city and 2 to get home. I remember my parents advising me not to make this decision, but I was too egoistic or should I say egotistic to agree. I couldn’t let go either one of them, a job that seems like the high road for my career or two full year credits that will ensure my graduation on time. I guess right now I’m just paying my dues to the so called high road. Once this summer is over…I promise I won’t touch that cancer stick again, or a red bull or a rockstar or even a single black coffee.

A girlfriend of mine once said to me: you know all your troubles will go away once you get a boyfriend, he’ll pay for your bills, he’ll drive you around, he can make sure you have the proper meals, as shallow as it sounds, a rich boyfriend comes with tones of benefits.

Humm…No thanks. I know that’s one high road that I will never take. I’d rather go local on this one.

On Friday night I went to have a reunion with some girlfriends that I haven’t seen for months. The small group reunion turned into a 50+ people party with many uninvited guests. Its funny because I arranged the event but I ended in a party that was completely not my scene. We were at a huge private lounge inside a popular asian Kareoke spot with dices and drinks galore. It turned out to be some sort of University of Toronto girls and University of Waterloo guys meet and mingle event.

I’m usually an extrovert that enjoys meeting new friends but I was really turned off by the crowd. All the girls looked the same, skinny long haired asian pin-up dolls that pouts all the time. The guys (male escort looking) scanned us in every direction and had every intention of making us drunk like a skunk. I really appreciate my girls for blocking drinks for me and sticking by myside, that night I was just looking for something small warm and intimate. I went to the washroom, threw away my colour contacts, tied up my hair and put on my dark framed glasses and chain smoked in the corner till 3am. By 3 a lot of the girls were drunk and I was grossed out by the scene of guys touching them and taking advantage of them. We had to drag a friend home and it got all emotional on the way back.

For the whole weekend I was just reading and writing in my room, embracing my introvert side. I just wanted to be alone with my family. Sorry for not posting on Bonbon Pistol all weekend.

Me on the left, Jenn on the right

Here is the only picture I could find for Friday night, it was taken after dinner before the party. My friend Jenn just graduated and is leaving Canada for good soon…Sigh…