I don’t usually write about things that happen during my days, but I felt that it was kind of interesting compared to the my regular life. Good weekend this was. It is an amazing way to finish off my semester and to start the new semester.

Day 1 : I woke up early Friday morning to get a ride to my cousin’s (let’s call her e) university for the weekend. We had breakfast, this was the moment when I was first amused by the amazingness of university. The commons was like a mini mall food court, they had everything. The best part was that my cousin paid for my food with her amazing uni card. Around noon when her friend ( and we’ll call her s )got off class, we took the bus to Toronto for some shopping. It was fun, but it was cold as heck. We walked so much in and outside the mall. We came home around 7ish. We ate the amazing food from the commons again. We got back to the room, and we had a few people over and I watched them play vodka pong ( apparently this is called casual drinking) . I got offered for a shot, but what’s the point when you’re not going to get drunk. We slept early because I was up early that day.

Day 2 : I woke up, showered and just sat there as the roomates slept. I thought it was later on in the morning, but it was on 9, eff my life. Got food, and walked 20 mins to go to this amazing grocery store. Me and e got juice, icing and beer cups. We got back to s’s room and made cupcakes. I’ve never made cupcake before, and the icing was delicious. We had fun decorating the cupcakes and I had fun playing with s’s nerf gun, that basically became my favourite toy of life. After we finished, i went to the atm machine and took out some money for the alch store. The plan that night was to hangout in e’s room and just drink. Personally I thought it was kind of lame just sitting in her room with some people and just drinking. I thought it was going to better than that. S then suggested that we go to the university bar that was on campus. The only problem was that I was neither 19 or did I go to the university. We were desperate for ways to get in. At a point we thought of getting another asian girl’s school id. That was rejected. We all got ready for 10 and thought that maybe if we go early enough that they will not check id. Well we got there, and surveyed the surroundings. If plan A didn’t work, they would get in and sneak out in though the back. I didn’t get to go in, the bouncers were lame, so plan B was on. I was so scared, I waited outside in the cold. Not only did I not have a coat, I was in clubbing attire. There was a bouncer guarding the stairs that leads down to the back, so this was where all my hopes were lost. I just stood there talking to s on the phone. They came up and was like ‘ Are you coming in?’ We ended paying the bouncer $15 to let me in and he gave me bracelet that allows me drink. He was nice. Apparently, he was about to call me over anyways to see if I wanted to get in. I wanted to hug him. We got in and I was now 19 years old. It feels good to be served. It was great, there were cute university guys everywhere, and I just watch them. Let’s just say this was better than just drinking in the dorm. I became best friends with this one bathroom stall as I kept needing to use the washroom. Dancing was fun, at a moment I was annoyed that there was no one dancing with me. Speak of the devil, someone came behind me. Being under the influence, it got pretty bad. I made out with a total stranger. Bad. E and s dragged me to leave soon after and we walked back.  We ran around the dorms abit and went to this guys room and I did some stupid things, i put a slice of pizza on someone’s drawer… Good night.

Day 3 : I woke up, and showered. I found this weird hives, scratches on my shin. Same place on both legs. It was weird. I swear it was not my boots, but they are not high enough. Weird. After s and e woke up we talked about the night before. I nevered laughed so hard in my life. We did the norms and now I’m here.

I think this is the least formal post I’ve ever made, but I just want to post it to remember everything for the future. Please don’t judge me for what you read. What I learned in the past few days: that I am able to make new friends and get alon with new people, that university life is amazing, well the social aspect that is, that money and get you into anything, and that freshman 15 can really happen.


Maybe this makes me bent?

this weekend i went to toronto for pride weekend. i have been going since last year, so this would be my second annual pride participation. i choose to go. i support this lifestyle and wish that more people can accept it. our society has come a long way, the toronto pride week started about thirty years ago in the 70’s, and it has been growing ever since. i enjoy going too, i like seeing all the neat stuff that i would not see if i were in a small city like where i am now. i like the crowd, the bigger the better, it’s my own kind of high. i just love the whole experience. the people are all nice and laid back, during the two days i am there, there are no judgements. people do what they want to do, walk around naked, topless, dress up in ridiculous ways it is what pride is all about. the whole atmosphere is just too crazy for closeminded people.

i am proud of going to pride, participating in it and supporting that community, but if by me going to it makes people question my sexuality so be it. i choose who i tell about my short ‘holiday’, not because i’m ashamed but i really don’t think they can handle it. the ones i know that would accept it and maybe find it fascinating sums up only a few of the people around me. the rest gives me the look of disgust when i mention it, they ask me why i am going to it, they ask me if i am gay or bi, they ask me why i would want to be part of ‘that’? i would then explain what i see and have seen and what i enjoy and they just see it as weirdness. but hey, it is weirdness. i walk down the street and i see men naked, drags in gorgeous dresses and women walking around topless. take it or leave it. just accept reality and stop thinking negative about everything.

i actually have everything right to be there. the event is to gather those who are gay, bi, trans that fit into the category along with those straight allies that support the lifestyle. it is a statement towards the rest of the world, to show the changes that has happened in the past three decades.

now back to my experience this year. saturday was a dud, the dyke march that is. honestly i think it is nothing compared to the pride parade on sunday. my theory is that since the dyke march represents the lesbians, they are the only one that are in. but the pride parade represents anything pride, huge companies take this as an opportunity to advertise their products and more organizations show off what they got. i got a glisp of the march while i was drinking my bubble tea. later on that night, i went over to church street to see what they had. it is always my favourite part the crowds and the whole vibe. like it said before it’s my own type of high. there are so many performances and hot people posing for pictures. i took a few pictures with nearly nude sculpt men. they sure put a smile to my face. later on that night around 1 we went down again with my brothers since they just arrived with my mom. we wanted to give them a glimps of what to expect. i’ll be honest and say that i was really jealous that everyone was able to go the clubs. there were clubs everywhere, along with the endless lines of people waiting. the night was just beginning. everything was loving life and drunk. and then there was me, the underage one. this just makes me want it more, and this will make my visit in two years when i’m legal way better. sunday came around, the big day. it was raining during the morning and into the after noon abit, it was a total mood stomper. but i still go freebies when i went down church st with all the stands. we then went over to where the floats were before the parade started to look at the floats close up. it was really everyone was super excited and they were all looking hot! i guess the rest of the day consist of hanging out back at the apartment, then out for sushi, then went down church a few times again before heading home.

i really don’t think people can actually understand what pride is all about unless they experience it themself. it is not a huge city orgy of gays, bis, and trans. it is a gathering of the community along with those from around the world.