Today, Tonight

I was supposed to have an entry on China and Hong Kong all ready for today, but I got caught up in a conversation about imps, pelts and Andy Warhol, so this is all I've got for y'all tonight:

I got a special offer in the mail this afternoon for The Nutcracker's first performance at the new Four Seasons Center in Toronto and ahhh! I actually squealed and did a little dance in my chair BECAUSE I'M THAT EXCITED TO SEE THE NEW THEATER. I've watched this place grow from a giant hole in the ground to a big concrete block to the magnificent beauty of a venue that it is now. I actually followed construction over a period of three years. I know, I'm a dork. So! Nutcracker, anyone? I get 20% off tickets if I buy before September 30th! w00t!

I read this the other day and it made my insides violently angry. Okay, so it's just some idiotic university boy writing something silly, funny and meant for his Xanga friends to read, no biggie, right? I am going to give him credit for coming out and saying it honestly, but man oh man, do I ever want to smack him. As an Asian female, I'm pretty sick and tired of the stereotypical hot American Eagle or Abercrombie & Fitch model image that he seems to be gunning for now. Fine, I get the 'variety' argument, everyone wants something different every now and then, fine fine fine. But to generalize that all Asian girls are as he describes them? Pfft. As if. Look buddy, I am one Asian girl that has curves and is proud of them and don't you dare tell me that there's no sexuality here. I've got an awesome tan, am not Christian and don't know a thing about engineering or accounting. And my ass? It effing ROCKS.

A minor attempt at rationale comes about when he states that Asian females do have some of these qualities (damn right), but it's just that "caucasian females seem to have more of it". Excuse me while I throw up my Mac n' Cheese. Rage rage RAGE! So we're good wife material, but we're not fun and sexy enough to date and have fun with? What kind of Asian girls do you know? I probably shouldn't take it so seriously (I'm not, really - it's just hitting a sore spot), but if he was the only guy out there who thought this way, then I wouldn't give a care. The fact that this sentiment is shared and perpetuated by stupid boys all over the place is what makes me sad and sick to my stomach at the same time.

Had a belated daddy's birthday dinner tonight at 360, the swanky restuarant at the top of the CN Tower. It was pretty awesome to see Toronto from all the way up there, spinning around as we were eating a fancy dinner no less! The view was great, I've found yet another fantastic place to have a nice, romantic dinner and we got to go to the outdoor observation deck and walk on the glass floor as well. The evening cost my brother and I about $260, but it was well worth it because we got to make my parents happy for a night.


This is my brother and I at our table with Toronto and Lake Ontario in the background!


Moi on the glass floor.

And get this: I drove home! In a car! I've been a public transit junkie for eons and I can't even remember the last time I sat in the driver's seat of a vehicle, but Ashley recently inspired me to try to get my license before it snows, and it looks like I'm going to try. My parents let me drive home once we got off the highway, and boy, were they ever sorry. I thought I did fine (especially for a person who hasn't driven in years), but apparently everyone was extremely nervous and stressed out that I was going to hit something. I have to admit that I too was sweating and shaking an unusual amount.

When I got home, I randomly purchased two tickets to see Emily Haines perform in Toronto! It just so happens that the show is on the second day of classes, so it looks like I'm skipping school that day! This won't be the first, or last time. w00t. The venue is also awesome. Ooh, unique and urban and artsy.
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