the quiet before the storm (of assignments)

photo of garlic, rippedmy life is officially great.

well, i guess i’ll have to work backwards again, to update you all eagerly awaiting audience on the past 4 days.

however, it turns out i have another passion in life outside of photography, and fashion.

it is cooking. yes, i know, you are all shocked. but the more time i’m spending at tim’s, the more i cook, and the more i cook, the better i feel because tim finishes all of it always and asks for seconds. its a good feeling. and i realized i really, really like tastes and food.

so i added a new category. its called “what olya cooked today“. talk about self centered…

so, to recap this past week.
sunday i headed home, in jeans, black shoes, and spent a great day with parents. we ate a fantastic dinner together with tim, of my mom’s roasted duck. unfortunately it was not as juicy as usual, but it was still pretty darn tasty. i also went on a mini photshoot of last fall leaves with mom and shady. here are two pictures that i selected and edited since then: 1 2

sundried tomatoes, ripped
monday: headed out bright and “early” at 1 downtown, for tim to study, and for me to try studying. it was midly successful. it was another black simple shirt (long sleeve, slim horizontal neck cut), jeans, black shoes, stuff like that.

tuesday: classes, classes, classes. jeans, jeans, jeans. honey garlic wings and fries for dinner, and a tiring 3 hour class. then i went home and finished watching sex and the city with mom, ate fantastic mushroom soup with blintzes with meat, curtesy mom. was awesome. fell asleep late (3-4am) after watching “a perfect murder, and loving the haircut of the girl.

wednesday: woke up at 9am, and headed out by taxi to my hairdresser. sorry, no photos of my hair, but its short, blond and tim called it “elegant”. wednesday evening was spent buying zucchini, peppers, tomatoes, and 3 pomegranets (for $5), the joy of life.

zucchini 01here in lies my proudest moments of the week. first off, i made some fantastic zucchini (wow that’s tought to spell). heat up some (a lot) oil, add some (like 3 cloves) garlic chopped, and sun dried tomatoes (which i soaked in some wholesome olive oil for 24 hours ahead) chopped to larger pieces than garlic, and heat all of that up to just before garlic browns (at like almost medium heat). quickly peel the zucchini, and shop it into circles, and dip it into the oil, keeping it all at lower heat, for about 10-15 minutes, until the circles become white, and tender.

it is absolutely delicious.

oh yeah, and i was dressed super hot the whole day too! soft green skirt, and black top with two zippers, and new haircut, and black boots. i looked positively hot. :D

but, it gets even better.

mozzarella gthursday: very, very productive day. went to databases tutorial (not that helpful), met the prof, picked up midterm and assignments (i’m an idiot, but that’s okay, cause my amazing boyfriend doesn’t mind or see it :P ). even got the mark on my midterm raised… but not by enough. i’m 4 marks away from a pass. 4 marks out of 250… *sighs*
anyway.
after that, went to the bank and felt positively important as i got to go upstairs behind the locked door and through the hallway next to the open safe. like, lined up, and then the lady at the counter said that it’ll be 10 minutes before someone can talk to me, and when the time came the woman actually like walked around until she found me. so i got my accounts all set up and figured out. they were really impressed by my credit, i think. mwahahaha.
afterwards, back to kensington market, and picked up a sturdy lock for my bike. w00t.
and theeeen i bought more zucchini, dill, realized i have not a clue what basil looks like, and couldn’t get that, lemons (mm, pretty), green onions, and 100 grams of FANTASTIC mozarella. ooh so creamy, good tasty, awesome.

and for my dinner i had more of those zucchinis, but the highlight of this evening was this fantastic connoction:

  • a bit of mozarella topped with
  • dill
  • a sundried tomato lightly warmed up
  • a tiny bit of garlic
  • its like the sandwich without any disgusting bread. bread would so ruin that.

    after all that joy i had a pomegranate and an episode of CSI (season 1, friends and lovers).

    and then there was class, and then there i am at home, and time had just FLOWN since i returned. i still didn’t cook anything, but those zucchinis are mighty tempting to be friend up with some flower into crunchy healthy snacks.

    next week will kill me with assignment and school work.
    same with the week after.
    if only i had work ethic, intead of clothes, food and fun ethic!

    ohmygosh, its saturday? why didn’t anyone tell me!

    so, its saturday… night of all things. (scroll until SKIP HERE if you want the juice)

    lets go retroactively from wednesday.

    i think i wore the green skirt and brown boots and something else fairly boring. i can’t even remember what i did that day!

    then, thursday, was more fun, at least memory wise. it was pub night with the cssu, and my parents went out to a dinner and a concert in the evening, leading to them picking me up from downtown.

    so, thursday i wore my gorgeous orange/brown homemade skirt from india (yess, mom saved me! i have no idea how she remade that skirt – the middle is indian skirt (orange patterns), bottom is a brown velvet trim, and the top is a long waist in the same velvet, brown. very very stylish. ankle length, and awesome deep brown lining too. and the glitzy shoes and … i think brown shirt? yeah, brown shirt, and the light jacket – it was a warm day.

    i believe wednesday we went to sleep fairly late, so i barely made it to the morning tutorial, where 15 minutes before the end the guy went “i’ll go get your midterms” and never returned. so i still haven’t seen the midterm i failed. yeaaah.

    afterwards i was supposed to meet christina, except i never got in touch with her, so at 4 i ended up going to kensington (yess for biking), getting some groceries, coming to tim’s, cooking chicken and rice (it was alright – mushrooms, pepper and chiken and busmati rice, but i gotta be BRAVER with spices and get some onion which would just raise that dish to a whole other level), and then heading to class…

    … which was cancelled. my favourite class! the psychology! damnint! buut its 6pm and its cssu pub night, so i went over to the cssu and headed out to einsteins around 7. ‘t was very nice! we drank, we laughed, we watched leafes lose (again, unsurprisingly), and then i got intouch with my parents and biked over to tim’s, where they picked me up.

    home – watched csi, fell asleep in front of the tv.

    friday.

    woke up lateish, did a bunch of stuff around the house – cleaned up the room all nice, did laundry (yesss, finally!), chatted with mom, returned dvds, replied to some email, did no homework… better than the usual anyway.

    in the evening, picked up a grand plate of sushi (50$ for 80 pieces. pretty sweet) and went over to hesi’s.

    what i wore on friday
    absolute hottness IMHO. black pleated skirt (very sexy, nice material, nice cut, and about knee length, but twirly), black tube top and over it bright pink very low cut top in similarly shimmery/silky material. i felt awesome. and hesi’s fantastic hairbrush fixed my terrible hair for the time being.

    we drank, we danced with tim to tango from mr and mrs smith and it was absolutely AWESOME!!. the whole evening was fantastic.

    until the best part ever. SKIP HERE IF YOU WANT THE JUICE

    tim and i came home around 12:30 am. my dad was still up. so he comes downstairs from the computer, and tim after chatting with him for a while convinces him to go shoot some of my parents tequilla.

    what happens next is that all 3 of us down 1 shot of tequilla, and then tim and my dad (yes. my father. the dad of tim’s girlfriend) proceed to down 2 more tequilla shots each, finishing half a bottle, then both have a shot of inferno vodka, and then both have 2 … yes, TWO, more shots of absolute.

    after the 2 shots i left to the washroom. i return. they both tell me they need 2 more minutes.

    i go away. i come back. they kick me out again. i go hang the dried laundry, make my bed, clean room some more… i come back. they ask for another 2 minutes. i leave again, check email, again, come back and its impossible to separate them. they bonded. on a higher, macho level. i’m pretty sure they were talking about women or something.

    at which point my mom comes down and helps me convince them to go to sleep… so they get up and tim falls down (!!) in front of both my parents (!!) on the floor :P my dad (!!!) helps him up and *carries* (well like tim leaned and dad hauled him over) to my room. my mom helps me prepare water for tomorrow’s morning, and jokes and worries with me about how much they drank and how will they be tomorrow. both of the males at this point are in my room slurring something to eachother. i come in, kick dad out. (which was difficult in itself, i had to use the “this is indecent, get out of my room!” line! hah.) at which point tim and i go outside, and tim falls down. again. outside.

    in parallel, as later told to me by my mom, dad upon entering the bed room says (IN ENGLISH) “good boy.” and *falls asleep*.

    tim passes out on the bed and i drag him under the sheets, and go do some stuff online before turning into bed too.

    next “morning”, they both got up at 3pm, unbelievably hung over.

    tim doesn’t remember anything after inferno.

    dad doesn’t remember anything after tequilla.

    but they both woke up in a great mood, and both are convinced they had a great night (and from what i witnessed, they had a fantastic night).

    saturday.
    after waking up and having breakfast (i cooked some good breakfast!), and lots of coffee, tim and i head downtown with some chairs for his party.

    yesss, we’re drinking.

    more.

    and playing poker, where i miserably lost, and that’s why i’m blogging while nicole, tim and meto are finishing their game, where the chip leader keeps moving from one of them to another, but no one is fully out. i suck at poker! and i hate losing! doesn’t spoil the general goodness of life, but i am a really sore loser. there’s a reason i don’t like competitive sports.

    like, rockclimbing aint competitive. your main competition is the pain in your fingers.

    oh yeah, what am i wearing?i’m wearing my favourite jeans (there’s only one pair i always wear – a little low in the back but longer shirts cover the low cut), black shoes from paris (like sport puma slippers but all black and really cute and sport) and a black top from paris (wow, that’s ironic – shoes i got and shirt mom got) which is sleeveless with a deep V cut, and gathered at the top with this diamod shaped embroidered thingie, and loose bottom. really cute, hot and comfortable. (the shirt. i don’t know about my look).

    and i just downed a jaggerblaster (jagger + redbull). hope this update was satisfactory!

    giving up isn’t always bad

  • i suck in css! this blog is difficult to edit, cause when i get my grand idea of what i want to accomplish, i lose track in the details.
  • i’m giving up linguistics. situation changed, and i’d have next 2 weeks with 5-6 hours of sleep a night, 8 hours of work, 2 hours of commute, and the rest linguistics with my partner. it sucks; i am losing money for the course and already paid registration and such fees, i’m losing the chance to actually get published, but the last day that i have spent lounging in bed and finishing harry potter 6, was exactly what i needed.
  • harry potter 6 is good. i want 7. and reread the first ones too.
  • the australian huntsman spider. i told you its nasty.
  • rieslign, green label is very good wine.
  • i am freedom!
  • perfection

    i swear, this guy’s voice haunts me. the song is just so heart wrenching, and that was even before i looked up the words. it was on one of the romantic collection disks, if any one knows these.

    sold book for 40$
    went to the library, paid a 32$ fine.
    how’s that for karma?

    my room is complete. its peaceful to the utmost degree now. i couldn’t imagine a more comfortable space. maybe if i could figure in a couch, it’d be awesomer, but its a room not an apartment.

    the day was linguistics diagrams galore. i’m good at those. must be the digital circuits class and my general enjoyment of charts.

    a thought has been crossing my mind lately, about how good it is to feel comfortable in your own skin. it sounds silly, but its exactly how it feels. a feeling of comfort. maybe it has to do with comfortable clothes intead? i don’t know.

    the booq case is kicking ass. i’m so much more comfortable carrying my laptop around now!

    i tried to setup an rss aggregator on this site to get links from people over at modblog and mahaon.org. its not working. so that will also be delayed.

    all in all i’m happy with the website being empty of everything though. it feels more like i want it to feel.

    lets try out image posting again.

    booq case and book case

    friday was marked by 3 events. other than working and leaving a bit early (mwahahaha for luxury of 4:45 ditching… ain’t it sad? at least i’m working off honestly the hours that i missed for those two days of LA. note to self: talk to scott on monday about going to the conference, and figure out transportation stuffs.), going home and being unable to actually fall asleep, despite not drinking that delicious, delicious coffee, the first half of the day was markedly un interesting.

    it is the second half, which begins at 7pm for me, that was exciting.

    question markfirst of all, my dad finished building a new bookcase for my room. i’m not showing pictures – yet – as i want everything to be done and then do a proper interior photo. but its cool. trust me. it makes me smile when i look at it. its so cool you’ll want to move in with me. really, even you. with me. its stunning. its the best thing since sliced bread and even that pales a little bit. except sliced bread sucks? hmm.

    booq bag - vypersecond of all, i drove to pick up my shiny new booq bag! its as awesome as it looks, and while it was on the pricier side of things, it feels so incredibly well made and like such a fantastic protection, that i feel its worth it. i’m sure it will stand up to the kind of abuse that i put my things to. and now when i carry my laptop around, i don’t have to worry about the bag being water proof! “Simply put, Vyper has to be the coolest laptop sleeve. We sandwiched durable, semi-rigid high density foam between a layer of 1682D cross-weave ballistic nylon on the exterior and a super non-scratch lining on the interior – an effective blend. ” indeed.

    sleeping puppythe next exciting thing wasn’t that awesome after all. due to a large misunderstanding of personal habits, maha and i weren’t able to meet up after all. she didn’t think i wouldn’t hear the phone, and i didn’t think she wouldn’t knock. soo, instead of going out, i stayed home, finished a healthy amount of wine (i’m not sure who it was healthy for, but it felt good), watched tv and pretty much did absolutely nothing. i’d be lying if i said that it wasn’t good – i feel rested for the first time in a week.

    after that, i pretty much have had about, oh, 12-13 hours of sleep. woke up at nearly 2pm, and nearly immedately ran to my linguistics’s partner’s house. ran == driven by mom.

    fast forward to 11::45pm, she dropped me off at home (she == the partner), and so i was here, wasting time for 2 hours. awesome stuff, so relaxing! tomorrow, its another day of linguistics and finishing off my room (mmm photos), and monday will be awesome! yes. toronto will be welcoming the cssu president.