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To confront or not to confront

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:20:32 GMT

I have a problem with confrontation. I don't like it, plain and simple.

Let me explain why confrontation is a road I'd rather not go down. It's tiresome, it's ugly and you exert a ton of energy. You show all your cards, you're at your most vulnerable, and I believe that one has to really care in order to confront.

With that being said, there are still appropriate time and places for such events. I like to steer clear of such events, but if I ever sit you down for a heart-to-heart "confrontation", it better mean I care a damn lot about you. Otherwise, I just don't bother. And if I don't like you? I'm really good at not bothering.

It wasn't always so cut-and-dry. Once upon a time, I was the queen of confrontation. I was such a hot mess! electroactive crossed me big time when we were kids, and I proceeded to rip him a new one in front of the entire grade 8 class. True story! lol. Emotional people need to work hard to keep their game in check. But I soon realized how ridiculous you look, ranting and raving to someone who probably doesn't care what you have to say.

Fortunately, it's not too often I feel the need to bitch. Sure, I may be a bit loopy but it doesn't take much to keep me happy. My standards for entertainment are quite simple. My standards for loyalty are normal. And I'm okay low-maintenance. I'd take a bullet for you if you're a friend to me. There are some pretty extreme lengths I've gone to, believe it or not.

Still. I am not a doormat. If you take advantage of my friendship, I will have no problem putting you in place.

Xmas movies that resonate

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 01:44:11 GMT

My family has always been so difficult to assimilate that Christmas was never high on their priority list. This doesn't mesh well with my personality that likes to ring everything in with bells and whistles lol. I was always the one to put up the tree, cook up a dozen dinner parties, deck the house in lights and tinsel and wrap up presents in all sorts of glitz and decor. I'm so flamboyant, really have no clue where it comes from!

If there's a collective time to ever show your loved ones your true appreciation, it'd be now. So often we take people for granted that we don't let them know that they're loved until it's too late.

I remember the first year I moved to the states. Professionally, it was a huge upheaval and hard adjustment. Personally, it was one of the roughest patches in my life. This year marks yet another year of changes and chances and I'm thinking I'll be spending this Christmas watching a few movies that have gotten me the past that I spent alone.

This movie came out when I was 8 years old and thought Thora Birch was the coolest thing! She sang "baby it's cold outside", which I absolutely adore. This is not a typical, mainstream holiday movie by any means but well worth digging to relive some childhood years.

My mom took me to watch this movie at those 2 dollar old-school movie cinemas. And I had the best time of my life! This was during the time where I upgraded from watching Disney cartoons to romantic comedies. I know. Moving up in life! There's this scene where Sandra Bullock's talking to the dude who's sleeping and I remember the monologue because it made my heart melt. Yes, my heart melted at the tender age of 12. Go figure.

"Do you believe in love at first sight? Nah, I betcha don't, you're probably too sensible for that. Or have you ever, like, seen somebody? And you knew that, if only that person *really* knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that YOU were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with. Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spend the night confusing a man in a coma?"

This is by far, one of the best underrated movies of all time. All star cast too? Robin Williams, Alan Arkin, Susan Sarandon, Penelope Cruz. I'm totally girl-gay for Penelope Cruz, if such a thing is possible! But this movie really touches on human emotions and the lengths we go to to simply want to belong some times. The message is, you're never entirely alone and despite it all, sometimes one life can touch more than what you'd imagine.

I'm so cheesy and sappy it's not even funny.

Hoping that your Christmas has a bit more cheer than mine. :)

Merry xmas.

Dress #1

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:43:09 GMT

My best friend is truly awesome. We rarely speak on the phone, b/c I simply am not that big of a phone person. So the last time we had a phone conversation was back in September I believe, when I first arrived in New York. We keep missing each other's calls so this morning while at the gym, I miss another one but was determined to get a hold of her. I finally do and she tells me she put in a care package in the mail for me. Knowing me, I ooh and ahh over it and she says, "I wanted to surprise you and be all clever and slick so I told my boyfriend and he's like .. you're dumb. So I'm gonna tell you over the phone. Guess what? I have big news."

"Big news?! Ooh, are you pregnant?? No wait, ARE YOU ENGAGED?!"

"Uhhh, why would you guess I'm pregnant BEFORE you guess I'm engaged?! What's wrong with you??!!"

Oops. Another case of speaking before thinking. Must work on that!

She then follows up with an honorary "will you be my bridesmaid speech". The wedding isn't until 2011 and she knows I'd probably be around the South Pole by then (possibly visiting penguins, thank you very much Tim00). But not return or take part in my best friend's wedding is unfathomable. I told her she was crazy and that I'd come back from the moon if I had to.

It's the first wedding I have of a close girl friend. I know plenty of married people but we were never friends during the wedding period. Strange, eh? I'm creeping up on later 20's, so it'll only be a matter of time I suppose. Awesome. I love parties! Which, essentially, is what a wedding sort of is.

I'm so happy for you babe. We always joke that I'll never settle down and always be the eternal bachelorette, and God forbid that if you should ever be single, you'd get played like nobody's business. So happy that that day will never come!

Before the New Moon wrap party back in the summer.
No, Edward was not present (gag). But I fulfilled my duties in making this twi-hard happy!

I love you girl.

The magic number

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:47:57 GMT

"'Cause I love you more than I could promise
And you take me the way I am"
- Ingrid Michaelson

I love that song. Most adorable lyrics. Ever.

So I had a lunch date the other day with a very interesting person, whom I've developed a "unique" relationship with over the years. I only refer to her as The Ex of my ex-roommate, my dear cousin whom I hold in extremely high regard. Her name would come up occasionally in passing, but never in slander and only to reminisce. Yet her and I continued to converse sporadically but only via the internet.

What was unique about this again? Ah right. We met on Xanga many moons ago but never face to face. It turns out she still keeps up with my blog to this day!

Needless to say, I had a great time and we had an abundance of material to talk about. One particular topic caught me off guard and literally, left me speechless. She's a girl who likes to "push the envelope" and "play devil's advocate". Her words, not mine! Suffice it to say, that was exactly what she did.

I mention that there are two things I never ask somebody, and I'm a pretty open person. 1.) Never ask them how many people they've slept with and 2.) Never ask how much somebody makes.

Now I have this theory that if YOU ask me a question, I could never lie. Sometimes I may not necessarily come right out and volunteer it off the bat? But if you pry in that direction, I will divulge. Why? Because I'm inquisitive as heck, and if I can dish it out then I can take it in.

But with number one? No good can come out of this number. It's all subjective when it comes to a number being too high; being too low. This obviously holds more ground with somebody that you can possibly be romantic with, but even amongst friends? It's kind of shaky territory.

"But why?" asks my first-time-meeting-lunch-date. "Let's say they're a great person. Everything about them is awesome. But they've slept with ... 100 people. How would you feel? Would you accept them for this?"

I just stared at her. I was starting to feel queasy at the idea of prospective diseases. But one thing I've always taken pride in are my liberal point of views. "100 people is a LOT. That's kind of ... gross?"

"But what if they're near middle age? What if they like sex? What if they're always single?"

True, true, true. On one hand, I've always been a proponent of: if you're safe and honest, then a vibrant sex drive is good for the health. On the other, and I hate to admit this. But if my future husband shagged everything on sight, would I really be okay with it upon meeting him? Or would I judge? We all have a past. But aren't those the little quirks that makes us who we are? Aren't our experiences the essentials in shaping us into the people we are today? Or will grow into for the future?

Again, it's a two-way street. How would I feel if I met somebody and he judged me for the number of people I've bedded? Or for my life decisions, my bohemian lifestyle, or my alternative choices? It's ironic, because I've always gone through life as the "black sheep" with family, never fitting into the somewhat-suburban Vancouver scene, and carved my own life based on my own terms. Yes, it's 'empowering' to not to conform but it's also lonely having to carry a lot of weight by myself. Lots, if not all, failed relationships are due to the fact that I was never able to feel wholly accepted "as is". Like the ikea furniture in the back of the showroom, with chipped corners and funky patches. I am that slightly slanted desk with a wobbly leg, but extremely durable when need be lol. I want the person to want me for all of me; mistakes, flaws and all. This includes waking up in the morning with dry legs before putting on lotion. Occasionally having curly hair because my 'fro won't cooperate. Or when my boobs are no longer enormous after those two happy weeks in a month. Wow, I had no idea I sound like such a prize before make up and maintenance! All the while, knowing that dudes are visual through and through. Go me!

But I digress. How hypocritical is it of me to demand acceptance if I don't know if I could love somebody for all of them, past present future, and including their magic number? Would you be able to accept the object of your affection, willingly and unconditionally? Or are there deal-breakers that you can't let go of, no matter how hard you try?

And you take me the way that I am.

in the rare case that you see this, which i doubt you will
my stomach doesn't hurt because i no longer spend my days laughing with you, or at you.
we'll always have the summer MJ

99 percent of the time

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 08:46:46 GMT

There's nothing I love more than showing up at random parties where I know next to nobody. Talking to strangers and people from all walks of life is sometimes the highlights of life. So last weekend I'm at a Christmas caroling party and chilling in a corner, drinking hot wine (I know) and eating a billion calories. I was having a blast! And then this dude and I strike up conversation and the topic happened to be: the many differences between men and women.

Case Study #1: random stranger breaks it down

Let's call dude Ryan. Ryan is an early 30's, NY-transplant, having lived here for nearly a decade. He seemed proud of his knowledge on relationships and was super keen to offer advice. "Serious relationships in New York are next to impossible," he blatantly states. "New York is about the best of the best. Everyone's always looking for the next best thing. If the person you're dating happens to not be perfect? It's easy to just move on to the next."

And men wonder why shows like Sex and the City spring up and grab attention from women all over! He inquired about my own singleness and I, too, express my abundant views on dating in this city. My good friend J gets in on the conversation. Here's a quick refresher on J: she describes herself as naive and has always been in the same, monogamous relationship. Suffice it to say, when Ryan tells her the "truth" about what men think, she couldn't grasp that it could possibly apply to the male population.

"Men are simple," says Ryan. "99% of the time? It's all about looks. If a chick is hot, she can get away with just about anything. Even having the coldest, worst personality. Dudes learn to put up with it."

I nod vehemently in agreement. J was baffled. "But what about my insides?! Doesn't my boyfriend want me for my personality??"

Ryan and I had a hard time articulating to her this simple fact. "Men are visual," I began. "A dude could date the dumbest chick. But all he has to say to his buddies is, 'but she's hot!' And guys will understand. That line doesn't work with women. If my boyfriend is a douchebag and I tell you, 'but he's hot!'? It's simply against the force of nature. I would never say it. And you would never agree with it."

Ryan had his own share of theories as well. "Some guys learn that having all looks and no heart is a deadly combo ... the hard way. Through divorce, which is why half of all men who get married end up in divorce."

But what about guys that get stuck with ugly girls? Doesn't this disprove the whole 99% of the Time Theory? Of course not. Some guys just have bad taste, pure and simple. And if they're living in a delusional fantasy land? Good for them. Better that it be them, than you!

Case Study #2: it's more physical than you think

A good friend of mine MJ dated the dumbest idiot in the world. To this day, I still give him a hard time about it. How dumb was she? She thought Barack Obama was a beer. And yes, this was during the early days of the presidential campaign. And yes, we're Canadian and not American, but ... really?

It's a great conversation starter at dinner parties! MJ secretly hates me lol.

So how did he put up with her dumb pea-size of a non-brain for two whole years? Simple. Good sex. I honestly think most women underestimate the power of a magical vagina (yes, I said magical vagina). Sure, I'm a girls' girl and I love romance and sappy stuff and having sex be special, blah blah. But when you boil it down to the basic, cardinal desire of raw fornication? It's pretty cut and dry.

Case study #3: personality does go a little way ...

Another good friend of mine is E. E is a pretty eligible bachelor, although he's always meeting Vancouver Specials left and right. [btw - that Vancouver Special post was all about the abundance of beautiful women BUT with horrible personalities/attitudes. And what did all my male readers say? They want to move up north. I rest my case.]

So E tells me about dating travesties and the morons involved. But there's a difference between the girl he's serious about, and the girl he just wants to boink in the back of his suburu. "If it's a girl I can actually like, I'll pull out all the moves to impress her. I have a douchebag side that I show to my buddies (and you), but there's also the 'nice guy' card that I save for the girls I want something more with. Every guy has those two sides."

"Really? So was there a hot girl that you ever wanted to marry?" I inquire. I'm very inquisitive.

"Nope. None of them had the personality to match," replies E. "But I still did want to sleep with them!"

Case study #4: tried and true and failed

Another buddy of mine is MM and he recently divulges some important factoids to me: one of his exes was 5-feet-2 and 230 pounds. Granted, MM was not proud of this fact and did not have kind words to say about her. The fact that she was crazy did not help either!

"I've been there and tried it," says MM. "I wish I could say it's all about personality and at the end of the day, you have to be attracted to them physically or else it won't work at all."

I continued to harrass MM relentlessly about their sex life, dating life, etc. After endless fits of giggles and cracking hysterical fat jokes, I've come to another conclusion. I will totally be rotting in hell!

Taken from the wall of a random bar in Xela, Guatemala

Many Lessons Learned

It was hard to articulate this to J - that 99% of the time, guys will prioritize looks first. Personality second, if at all. It's virtually impossible to relate this to how women operate, because women are naturally nurturing creatures and equate alot of things with feelings. Just because men are different doesn't make them douchebags. It just makes them men.

Then again, what the heck do I know? I think I have way too many guy friends, it's starting to take its toll on my psyche. Good, quality girl friends - here is my lament to you. :)

Wow, this post has way too many references to my own site. I am taking self-indulgence to another level!

a life worth living

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 04:02:18 GMT

There are days where I wake up and can't believe I'm in NY.

It feels like a million lifetimes have come and gone. Sometimes I'm so utterly exhausted from the uncertainty, from the gamble, from all the leaps I take. When in reality, it's only been 3.5 years since I graduated from college. I'm technically, still a baby!

Once upon a time, I was super close to purchasing a downtown loft in Vancouver. It was my final year of college and I was so fascinated by the yuppie lifestyle. On top of it, I'm a sucker for home decor, domestication and house cleaning stuff, so it seemed like a natural progression to do the typical and responsible mortgage thing.

Had I gone that road, I would've lead a completely different life. I'd be the total opposite of the person I am now. I would've accumulated a lot more wealth staying in Vancouver, that's for sure. Wouldn't have tackled journalism or my dreams. Would've kept teaching/performing piano, gotten into some PR/corporate job, kept clubbing in the lame Vancouver night life, continued being superficial, and probably be involved in a normal relationship.

But there was one thing that made me leave everything and chase the dream. Journalism. I went through hell for that career. But no regrets - writing is still my first love. "We won't know unless we begin." - Peter Nivio Zarlenga.

So I had a point in writing this post, instead of just pointless lamenting. Ah right, lil_squirrel4ever blogs about being financially responsible, owning a place since the age of 23 (go girl), and lists where her money goes. I was reading her list of financial priorities and thinking, wow! My non-mortgage life is so backwards.

I have an interesting relationship with money. I've always been very creative at making it. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. I have this theory that if you do something you love with all your heart, money should pour in naturally. Between you and me, sometimes I forget I'm getting paid simply because I could very well be doing it for free. I'm aware that it's not the case with everybody? Starving artists struggle everyday. People hustle to put food on the table and clothes on back. So in that respect? I'm super blessed and very fortunate. But I never say "lucky", because I did work my ass off to afford these luxuries.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that my family was super working class? Or that my dad's side of the family settled in the ghettos in Chinatown eons ago and lived dirt poor? Or I went to a super wealthy high school for a change and had to be resourceful? Either way, I lead an unconventional life and an equally as unconventional youth. Without divulging too much info on here, I basically whipped through piano really quickly and was playing at a high level when I was 11. Being the entrepreneur and non-shy person that I am, I started teaching at that age and hustled to make as much coin as I humanly could. I'm sure people wonder how I survive in New York. And to be honest, I often wonder about that myself! My finance guy has joked that if I made $100k as opposed to $10k? I'd still be living the same lifestyle.

So I don't have rich parents. I'm not neck deep in student loans or debt. I'm just a 26-year-old girl who's taught and played piano for more than half my life. Piano has enabled me to chase dreams, take chances, and live life. I could never work for something I didn't have a burning passion for. I don't have a mortgage but I definitely have assets. I'm a free-spirited, nomadic hippie; but I'm also structured, organized, and maintain certain elements of traditionalism.

My lifestyle choices certainly evokes criticism from people, especially my parents although they're beginning to appreciate my happiness in being out here. People have a hard time understanding why I could justify blowing so much money on [ghetto and not 5-star] traveling. Or why I don't have a house, why I don't live at home, why I'm always in a suitcase/backpack, why I'm never in long-term relationships.

So I'm not your cookie-cutter Asian daughter or ideal factory worker-bee. I could launch into a tirade of what makes me happy, but it's rather redundant. I just know I'm deliriously grateful with life at this moment. Are you?

faure

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 18:12:48 GMT

it's a different type of genre, not necessarily everybody's cup of tea.
i'm a hardcore romantic girl, through and through. give me chopin, brahms, schumann, any time of day. something about the heavy melodies, drenched with sadness and passion, that absolutely breaks my heart.
gabriel faure would be considered french romantic, i believe? late 19th century, emulating a bit of mendelssohn, a bit of brahms, with large arpeggios and all. but in my personal opinion, i hear a lot of debussey. weird syncopation, heavy clashing of chords and major dissonance. no beginning, no end in phrasing. everything just kind of flows ... like a painting.

Sue Sylvester (GLEE)

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 17:50:41 GMT

What if I were to innocently murder you, Will? I'd still have to go to trial. I'd still probably get off for justifiable homicide.

You're too busy chasing tail and loading your hair with enormous amounts of product. Today, it just looks like you put lard in it.

All I want is just one day a year when I'm not visually assaulted by uglies and fatties.

While they were in there, I told them to go ahead and yank out those tear ducts. Wasn't using them.

I, for one, think intimacy has no place in a marriage. Walked in on my parents once and it was like seeing two walruses wrestling.

I can't stand the sight of kids getting emotional, unless it's from physical exhaustion.

Sue: When you hear your name called, cross over to this side of this black shiny thing.
Will: That's called a piano, Sue.

I don't trust a man with curly hair. I can't help but picture little birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and it disgusts me.

I always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness.

You're dealing with children. They need to be terrified. It's like mother's milk to them.

I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That's the smell of failure, and it's stinking up my office.

Sue: Iron tablet? It keeps your strength up when you menstruate.
Will: I don't menstruate.
Sue: Neither do I.

You think this is hard? I have hepatitis. That's hard!

LOL hysterically by myself.

Is it so wrong that I love this show to death and can't stop laughing whene reading her quotes? If I were to have an alter ego? Sadly enough, I think the Sue Sylvester person would hit the nail on the head lol. Stuff I find hilarious but could never say out loud because I have a conscience.

And that's how Sue C's it!

The two types of Vancouver Specials

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 06:20:50 GMT

My best friend is so cute. T drives by my house and snaps a picture (in the rain, of course) and emails it to me. Appropriately titled: 'home'.

This was the house I was basically born and raised in. It was purchased for dirt cheap back in the 80's. These types of homes are abundant around east Vancouver. Appropriately titled: 'Vancouver Special'. You'll see a few on every block. They all look the same on the outside. White gate, red roof, two-story building. Inside? Same format. Hallway, living room, kitchen, etc. Very cookie-cutter home.

I remember asking my mom when I was a kid, "ma, how come our house looks the same as every body elses?" And she'd reply, "because this is a good, safe, normal house." And then I'd inquire why don't we want to be different? And she would look at me like I'm crazy. Isn't it ironic how I was raised in the most conformist, constricting, traditional families of all?

Now onto the other type of Vancouver Special ...

There's definitely no shortage of good-looking Vancouver women. I think it's safe to say Vancouver has a pretty unbalanced ratio for women to men. Something like 3:1 or equally as ridiculous. Especially Asian women. They're everywhere. So an abundance of good-looking women apparently yields clone-like structures. Much like the building, they are all the same on the inside; same on the outside. If you're from Vancouver or have been there, you may notice that they all share similar/same tastes; have the same occupations [or lack of]; wear the same clothes; do the same things. Still not following? They all wear Lululemon, Aritzia, TNA, etc; frequent chain restaurants (Cactus Club, Moxies, Joeys); and club at the same bars (Canvas, Gossip, that place that used to be Sonar).

My buddy chalked it up to, "Vancouver women have a false sense of self-entitlement". Being a Vancouver chica myself, I guess I should be prone to offense, but really? Being born and raised, I think I'm an expert in that area and can't really say I disagree. Of course. This stereotype doesn't apply to every woman in Vancouver, just to most lol. And when my guy friends vent to me about some random floozy/golddigger/ho-bag, I always reply with, "well, is she a Vancouver Special?"

Vancouver Special = see above for two varying definitions.

I love how for future reference, when people google vancouver + women + [fill in the blank], they're going to read this lovely masterpiece of kindness. Go Canada!

But to balance out all the negativity with some love, we definitely DO churn out some pretty hot women. Go Vancouver!

[kristin kreuk/francois yip/evangeline lily]
[cobie smulders/grace park/erica durance]

20 Questions

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 17:02:23 GMT

This is for you JL789

1. What is your favorite way to end the week?

Lying in bed and streaming television shows/movies on my laptop while eating low-caloorie fruit and cheese all day.

2. What is the earliest memory you have?

Hm my elephant-like memory dates back pretty far lol. But I think it'd have to be doing cartwheels and rolling around the yard where my old swing set was. I was always a squirmy little one. And playing with my cousins, of course.

3. Where are you right now? What are you doing? What time is it? What are you wearing?

Just finished eating breakfast ... whole wheat bagel and veggie omelette egg whites. Just past noon? I slept in for a change lol. Wearing shirt and boxers.

4. How did we meet? And how long have we known each other?

Ah, we haven't met yet!

5. Have you ever fallen in love? Any heartbreaks?

Yes and yes. Life isn't quite lived until you've felt the full impact of having your heart ripped out.

6. Where is one place you want to travel to and why?

The plan is to kick off a 30+ country tour in 2010, but I'll let you in on the first destination. Iceland. Hoping to catch the aurora borealis.

7. Do you play any instruments? Dance?

Piano is now my life. Plz see aforementioned entries. Dance? Why yes, but it's nothing to be too proud of lol.

8. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yes, I actually do believe in this. I'mma sucker. Period.

9. Best physical feature about yourself?

Small wrists/bones/frame.

10. Any regrets?

Yes but nothing worth fretting over.

11. If you were on a remote island with no means of escape, what is the one thing you want to have with you?

My laptop, yes I am a loser!

12. What is your favorite memory?

It was at a weird time in my life, kind of caught in limbo between career and crap. I had taken a sort of hiatus to Guatemala where I sought refuge in this little town called San Pedro in the outskirts of Lake Atitlan. I instanteously became great friends with this gay British bloke and we were at some ghetto all night dance party, laden with substances and all sorts of unmentionables. We climbed to the top of this tree house overlooking the great lake, with nothing but serene stillness and the twinkling stars above us. All I could think about was how fortunate I was to be there enjoying a piece of that greatness at that moment in time. I turned to him and said, "this will go down as one of my favourite memories in this lifetime."

13. What is something you've always wanted to do, but haven't accomplished yet?

Tons. Go back down to my high school weight (it WILL happen!). Travel the rest of the world. Have a child. Leave some sort of a legacy.

14. What is your favorite song?

Off the top of my head? Ever the Same - Rob Thomas and Here Without You - 3DD. There's many more, obviously.

15. Have any of your dreams ever came true?

Are we talking sleeping dreams, or life ambitions? I'd say, no ... and life ambitions are hopefully still a work in progress.

16. Do you have any favorite foods/snacks?

It's hard to pin down 'favourites' since I love to eat in general. But off the top of head? Salmon sashimi, all kinds of cheese, halal chicken, eggs benny, avocado, berries in general, pho, dim sum, korean food, sugar peas ... I could go on for a while here.

17. If you were to eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would you want that meal to be?

What a horrible question! One meal forever? Umm I guess I'd stick with sushi because I think I actually did go through a week with solely sushi and actually never got sick of it!

18. What is your favorite movie? TV show?

Favourite movies - Ghost, Noel, While You Were Sleeping, American History X, Lucky Number Slevin. Favourite tv shows - GLEE, How I Met Your Mother, Smallville, Friday Night Lights.

19. What is one time when you were completely happy?

Happiness is a state of mind and much more appreciated in hindsight. I'd say I'm always struggling to maintain happiness but I'm not doing too bad right now.

20. What are your goals in life?

So much to name! The first one is to find happiness in absolutely nothing which is a battle in itself. I'd like to do the whole world travel thing and get that under my belt by 2011. Work for the UN or some other reputable NGO somewhere on the other side of the world for however long. Eventually migrate back to civilization in whatever city/country and raise a family with a backyard and hard-wood floors and everything. And then re-open a piano studio and blow it up like how I once did.

Or maybe I'll just stay in New York forever. Who knows!