I can't believe the concert is over already. Muse concert= AWESOME! To be fair, the crowd was only moderately energetic last night (boogie level = 7.5/10), but the overall vibe was still good. Lovely visuals during the music, and Soldier's Poem was simply awesome. The entire theatre went completely dark and the audience whipped out their cell phones and started waving them in the air.

I even bought a shirt from the venue, even though it was pretty expensive. But whats the point of going to these things if you don't have anything to remember it by?

Cloudburst!

I got my Wacom Tablet today! Woot! And I found myself a faculty sponser for my honours thesis, so overall its a pretty good day.Now, the down side is that I need to drop an Anthropology class I love... to enroll in a course relevent to my thesis...

This image is VINTAGE. I drew it in 2004.....before my freshman year.

Anime Love

Gurren Lagann.... at first I was skeptical about another mecha anime, but forget the over-done premise of boy-finds-robot-and-meets-girl-and-saves-the-world; the bloody animation style is awesome! The fight scenes are dynamic, the characters are well designed and have interesting personalities, and the plot is much better than what I expected. On the surface the entire series is humourous and light-hearted, but there are moments were lots of deep insight and developments takes place. Its like the Eureka Seven of 2007 :D

Too bad there are only a few episodes left before the entire series is over.

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Rossiu in episode 23

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Holy Beef.

I'm upgrading myself from saying 'Holy Cow' to 'Holy Beef'; only because I went through a super moment of social anxiety today in lecture which transcends the usage of raw meat in an inappropriate phrase.

I won't go into what happened in detail; but lets just say that over a hundred pairs of eyes were turned towards me for a fleeting moment, and I lost my mind for a second or two. I'm not kidding. All thought left my head, and I was just looking to the door and thinking if it was plausible to leap across the chairs and over people's heads just to make it out of the room. I backed into my chair as though a gust of wind from a typhoon 14 was blowing in my opposite direction.

Some people think social anxiety is an easily 'curable' thing; I beg to differ. People who say that sort of thing are likely the ones who has never experienced it. I'm trying to improve my anxiety issues; I'm starting to make more eye contact with people when talking, I'm actually talking again, I'm going out of the apartment (asides from going to class or meetings).

I know one of my friends from high school has the same problem when in social situations; but we both refuse to bring up the issue when in each other's company. Damnit, it's as though we're ashamed to be so awkward in one of the most basic instinctive behaviours in humans; and I am refering to inter-personal communication. At least we're not making excuses for ourselves; so the one route now is up.

Return of the schooldays!

Here ends Labour day, the last reprieve we get before Thanksgiving in November. I sort of regret sleeping so much during the three-day weekend, since the axiom is that the more sleep you get, the more sleep you need.

That is exactly what happened to me today; I started dozing during my Archaeology lecture, and that feeling just continued straight through my Anthropology lecture. Damnit. And since I was grumpy and felt super sleep deprived I started developing a migraine during my internship session.

I return to the apartment thinking I could get some rest....but alas, my roommate started acting like a spastic and started talking to the dog (belonging to the girl living in the next room) and making these weird high-pitch noises whilst baby-talking. Look, I know some guys dig the baby-talk thing girls do, but there is a reason why it is called 'baby-talk'. It's meant for babies. When adults talk like that other than in the context of being with a baby, it just becomes sickening.

I know I'm bitching about my roommate alot, but sometimes I get the strange impression that she's playing some sort of power game with the rest of us. She's a nice person generally, but there are moments where I really have to wonder whether or not she's sincere. Or maybe I just happen to chance upon her at the wrong moments and misread the entire situation....shall see more about this later.

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Ue in a outfit I drew during my freshman year.

Cafe Brasil, Venice Blvd.

So so on my roommates suggested that everyone in the apartment (there were only three of us that night) dine at this nifty Brasilian grill restaurant. I was reluctant at first; due to the hot and humid weather and my past encounters with 'Brasilian' food back in Hong Kong (overpriced and over-grilled).

The restaurant is located on a main road, but had a corner spot. It's a little difficult to spot when driving down the road, so the three of us in the car had to keep our eyes peeled throughout the entire time. There is also a choice between outdoor and indoors seating at the restaurant, though the structure of the entire building is fairly open so I suppose it doesn't really make much of a difference (unless you bring pets along...then you'll want to sit outdoors).

But the place was fabulous; not only was the price decent (less than 20USD for a salad, a proper entree and a bowl of black beans...which I admit I didn't know if I was supposed to serve it with the rice or eat it by itself), but the food was very nicely cooked. Granted, my salmon turned out a little too dry, but it wasn't exactly crispy and I could still taste the fish itself. I have no idea how they cooked their rice, but it was moist and had a nice touch of vinegar to it. I'm tempted to learn the recipe and attempt cooking for myself.

Hm, simply must do this again with roommates again sometime.