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The end of the beginning

I'm an alumna!

On October 23rd, I went to my convocation. Although it was rainy and gloomy, it had to have been one of the happiest days of my life, to celebrate an accomplishment, surrounded by the people I care about the most.

Despite the ceremony, it still didn’t hit me that I was officially done school. A couple days later, I was in Waterloo again to attend to some unfinished business. I went to campus a number of times, and seeing the students milling about, going about their daily routines, I finally realized that I would never be one of them again. Sure I could continue with grad school, but it’s a decidedly different atmosphere than the initial naivete of being a seventeen-year-old in a new place.

Last weekend was Halloween, so I somehow let myself get dragged to Screemers. I’m really not a haunted house person and essentially spent the time cowering in fear while screaming my lungs out. The day after, we hit up Tryst. Although planning was a giant pain in the ass (clubbing with a group when you live uptown requires a lot of coordination and patience), it turned out to be pretty fun.

Now that Halloween is out of the way, I can finally break out the tinsel and holly, and start looking forward to Christmas! I noticed that Sears at Eatons is already all decked out, which is awesome. *Cue holiday music*

The wheels are turning

I seriously can’t believe we’re already so far into November. It didn’t even creep up… just kind of went BAM! and I’m seeing Christmas decorations everywhere. The best part of the build-up to the holidays is always the commercialism. Some people hate it but damn those jingle bells and aggressive retailers make me warm and fuzzy inside. And who doesn’t love the Christmas specials from Starbucks? PEPPERMINT MOCHA!

I made a pilgrimage to Waterloo last last weekend to celebrate Halloween with friends and sort of take a break from work, study, work, study. I will point out that I still got some studying done there. In any case, it was quite the weekend. Never experienced so much drama in my life. As for the rest of the week, it wasn’t that exciting, though I did get to have some one-on-one dinner/drinks with a few peeps. Everyone’s schedules are ridiculously packed these days, so I’m grateful for those pockets of time.

Saturday I sat my lazy ass home all day and mainly just procrastinated. I’d read one paragraph and decide that I deserved a break. So now I am caught up on all my TV shows. Sunday, in an effort to semi-redeem myself, I headed to UTSC and met up with some fellow nerds to study. We grabbed dinner at Sapporo, a Japanese restaurant in the plaza beside my house. In all my 10 or so years of living in this neighbourhood, I had never eaten at that particular place. It’s one of those things that are always there but you never notice it until you’re looking for it, or someone else points it out. We split two platters, and the food wasn’t bad, but after about three hours, I was hungry already. This week hasn’t been too eventful but we have made some strides with regards to vacation planning.

So what else is up? I guess in addition to the main things I’ve been whining to people about (work, job search, CFA), there are some other interesting/fun developments/projects I’ve taken up, just to keep myself from falling into a pit of despair. So far they have been doing a good job of preserving my ever-fleeting sanity. Guess you could say I’m stirring up a little something-something for myself. I probably have too much on my plate, but I LOVE the hecticness of keeping busy. After all, what else is there to do with life but live it?

The co-op life

It’s been a pretty interesting couple weeks. October 31 was end of fiscal year for banks, so the internal auditors have been pissing off my manager, keeping him busy and thus not having time to give me work. Which is okay, because I’ve been getting a million requests from other people. Anyways, I guess I’ll start from last Thursday, when we had an RBC pumpkin carving contest. This marked the first time in my life ever carving an actual pumpkin. Okay to be honest, I still didn’t partake in any carving; I just drew on the design. Here’s what we came up with:

Boo!

There is an RBC logo carved into the back, but I didn’t get a shot of it. In case you were wondering, we lost the contest spectacularly. Other groups brought a ton of props like paint, cardboard, fake blood, even small tools and such. Being noobs, we didn’t realize we could bring other things so we just had the pumpkin to work with. In spite of this fact, I’m still proud of our creation; we were the only co-op team, and inexperienced at that.

The next day of course was Halloween. After work, I went to Pacific Mall for a while with Evelyn to wait for a ride to Amanda’s house. We played some Rock Band and Singstar at Amanda’s, and I had to get changed for some Halloween clubbing. Around 10:30, Mark came by to pick me up in his “pimpmobile” (he drives a minivan which is usually full of girls). That evening was no exception; his van boasted a 3:1 girl/guy ratio. We arrived at Maro just in time to get in. It was insanely packed, so even though we were on the guest list, we still had to wait a while. Having only clubbed in Waterloo, I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of hot Asian chicks. I swear there were like 5 cleavagey girls for every guy that night. This is Toronto clubbing, I guess. There were a lot of really nice costumes. Since we didn’t have time to pre-drink, nothing too crazy happened. I had a cooler and 3 shots and got really dizzy so by the end of the night I was pretty much just swaying around the place, but still completely sober. Though I couldn’t really sway because it was too crowded. When we decided to end the night, Mark drove us home and I went to bed around 3:30-ish. I wouldn’t mind going there again, but I have to wait a while because the place is usually 23+. Also next time I will wear flats to avoid awkward leaning in photos and so I won’t be taller than half the guys there.

The past week of work flew by without much fanfare. Lis and I did some major spending at Eaton’s on Wednesday, after which we vowed to not shop anymore for the rest of the month. That didn’t really go so well, as after lunch on Thursday, we picked up a few sale items in the TD concourse. Then we again vowed to stop shopping. I went to Eaton’s again after work, but only to accompany Joanne, who managed to pick up a scarf. If I hadn’t bought anything the previous two days, I might’ve been tempted to grab one for myself.

On Friday, I went up to Yonge and Bloor for lunch with Evelyn and Wei. Evy found this small, comfy Japanese place that served this AWESOME omlette-like dish. Unfortunately it was a bit small, so Wei and I ended up sharing a second dish. In general the food was really good and I’d recommend the place…if I only remember what it was called. Wei had come to Toronto to pick up his European visa and renew his health card, so he had to drop by ServiceOntario at College Park. I mentioned that I had been wanting to take my G1 test there for a while, but couldn’t find a convenient time. So Wei goes “come with me” and I was like “what the heck, okay”. And so I ended up spontaneously writing my G1, which took about an hour of waiting in line and ten minutes of actual writing. I passed, by the way. So yes, it only took about five years of “you still don’t have G1?!!?!!?”, “health card is not a valid form of ID”, “HAHA you look funny on your citizenship card!”, “LOUISE, WTF, GET YOUR G1!” and various other embodiments of the previous statements for me to finally get my G1. I’d like to thank God, my family, my friends, all the people I’ve ever worked with…for annoying the crap out of me to get off my lazy ass and write the damn test.

Later on that day, a bunch of co-ops decided to chill at Turf Lounge, a popular after-work hangout for Bay Street bankers, as an end-of-week social thing. For one reason or another, we all had to split up for dinner so it winded up just being me and Mark. We walked down King Street West looking for a suitable place to dine and found some puny cafe to squeeze into. Seriously, the place was so small, I could easily elbow the other patrons sitting beside me. In any case, the food was quite good, and not too crazy expensive. After dinner we realized we still had an hour and a half to burn, so we just aimlessly walked around downtown. I picked up an umbrella from Royal Bank Plaza because it started to rain. This turned out to be a very good decision, as it started raining harder. After wandering through Metro Hall, Roy Thomson Hall, 7-Eleven (not my idea), and Nathan Phillips Square, it was finally time to meet up with the others at Turf.

I was pretty impressed with the lounge. I have a fondness for vaulted ceilings – they make any room seem so much prettier and more spacious. Since the place mainly catered to the fat cats of Bay St, the service was very…er…high-class? When we came in, the hostess was all “GIVE ME YOUR JACKETS AND UMBRELLA” and proceeded to practically strip us, but of course in a very hospitable disposition. I’ve encountered these types of hosts before, but I just don’t really like strangers removing my clothes…

It turned out the place only had food and wine menus so we had to order student-budget drinks (ie. cocktails/beer/coolers) off the top of our heads. Sadly we couldn’t really name any, so I went safe with a mojito while others literally Googled the contents of a “sex on the beach” on their iPhone. In total we had about 13 people, so we all mainly chatted/ate/drank. One of Turf’s features is Woodbine horse racing broadcasting, and thus, betting. After a while, we asked Lily to teach us how to bet on horses, because she had priorly done so at a company event. A couple people placed bets but nobody won anything.

Around 10pm, people started leaving. I left with Lis, Ray, Sunny and Matt at 11ish because we all lived in the same area. This is when things got interesting. When we got on the train, there was this crazy hobo talking random shit. I couldn’t tell if he was drunk or just psychotic, but he was proclaiming stuff like “I sailed from Japan to Canada” and how his boat always goes “WHOOSH”. Then, egged on by an amused bystander, he started telling guys to “do their homework” before dating women, and how he “didn’t do his homework” and hence he is still single. The whole thing was just really hilarious. Everyone in that car was watching/listening to him and laughing, all of which he basked in and continued rambling. He kept almost getting off at the wrong station, and when he finally arrived at the right stop, he left in a whirlwind of cheers and farewells from his spectators, and announced “I’M GOING TO MARS!!!!”

I hope I see him again on the subway someday…that guy is awesome. TTC: The more eventful way. After that episode, we all hopped on a bus to Matt’s house and he drove us home. And then I did nothing on Saturday and Sunday. Except a lot of chores, so now my house is very clean :) So this concludes my recount of the past couple weeks. Thanks for reading and I hope you haven’t gone blind/fallen asleep.