MAC and Max(s)

Welcome to your daily dose of my ramblings.
I hope it's at least entertaining.

Two days into my MAC liquidlast, and I'm loving it more and more. I have no complaints so far, except a small one. This morning, I drew on my liquid liner without drawing a guideline using a kohl pencil first, which was fine. But when I got to the inner corners of my eyes, I was met with a prickly burning sensation. Holy shit, the MAC liquidlast brush is one sharp bitch! Because it pricked me, I messed up the line, and it was on my left eye too! But oh well, it looked fine after some q-tip smudging.

I'm definitely getting more liquidlast liners from MAC. It's such a disaster that the finery bags I've been eyeing is already sold out in Vancouver. I was totally in love with the "Pink Lips" of the finery bags. Sigh, I guess I could live without another lip gloss.

I think I need better make-up storage options. Storing my make-up inside one single make-up bag is such a bad idea, especially since my collection is growing exponentially. I think I'll go to Daiso over the weekend and get one of those boxes that my gf uses to store her art supplies. Daiso has some really great storage ideas, and at extremely affordable prices. I think I'm relying on Daiso in lieu of my obsession over Daiso-esque malls in China.

So after school today, I went as usual to my mentor/work session with Prof. Yates. I love this job, if it can be called a job at all. He's such an inspirational character, and I had lots of fun editting his 32nd book last year. He's one of my favourite people, when he's not being an old asshole. I've actually said that to his face, and he said I'm one of his favourite students when I'm not being a Chinese nazi and trying to comtemplating for China to take over the world all the time. The great thing is I can be whoever I want with him, and I can say whatever I want and get an intelligent response from someone I truly look up to. I co-taught Elise with Prof. Yates today, and I could tell he was pleased with my choice of poem for Elise's poetry recital, but I had a hard time trying to teach the girl how to recite the poem properly. Serious, I thought York House is one of the better private schools in Vancouver, and their girls can't even fucking recite a 50-line poem correctly? Do they use the 20K per annum tuition to feed fucking monkeys in the zoo? It's so appalling.

While at Prof. Yates', I saw the new Bodwell High School's advertisement on the local Chinese newspaper. Every time I see a Bodwell ad, I think of Ming. He changed my life, no doubt about that. I never knew I was capable of such emotion until I met him, yet I only discovered that after he broke my heart into a bzillion little pieces. I'm reluctant to admit that he was a bad person. He wasn't, and still isn't. We just weren't right for eachother. Afterall, I'm not that straight, and he's a homophobic male supremist.

Had a short convo with ZHB and Xiu just a few minutes ago. I can't believe those two are on the verge of becoming a couple! It's hard to imagine that my first love, and one of my sister-like best friends are going out! Of course, Xiu has very little idea of my past with ZHB, and they've become really close the past few month after they both returned to L.A. from China. Nevertheless, as long as they're happy. Because they're two people I care deeply about.

Both of my heterosexual ex-bfs, Ming and ZHB, share the same English name - Max. I don't know if it was a coincidence or what. ZHB also happens to be born on the same day as one of my life-death bonded "brothers" in China and Ming happens to be born on my same day as Jenny, one of my closest friends.

I'm so sensitive to numbers and dates, yet I'm so horrible at math. Report cards were distributed today, and I raised my cumulative GPA of 3.875 since Gr.8 to a cumulative GPA of 3.889. FYI, the perfect GPA in Canada is 4, because we don't offer AP courses.

I would've gotten a 4.0GPA if I was more stereotypically Asian and FOB.