Umoja^
Last Friday was the first time I watched a musical, in fact, the first time to a major theatrical production. Like all good critics, I can sum up the show in three words, “powerful, energetic, unbeatable”. Umoja is a Xhosa word meaning “the spirit of togetherness”. The two-hour marathon of dances and music and drums and singing is really impressive. What really impresses me were the performers, who can sing various genre, in multiple languages and play instruments and dance everything from traditional African dances to gumboot dances to hippy kwaito, as if they will never get tired. The drums energized me, and I just couldn’t help but ask for more.
$25 definitely well-spent.
Cellular Hotspot
In most cases, being on a subway is equivalent to no external communication, because the cellphone would not receive any signal except for occasional regions where the subway train actually travels above ground level. To my surprise, the cellphone rang for a guy waiting on southbound platform of Yonge-Bloor station on Tuesday night. And he talked and talked without any interruption. I reached for my phone and found medium signal strength.
If I ever need to make a call on the subway, there I go!
Bowling
A combination of winter and no school make me less fit than ever. During school, I usually run towards school as I am always late for classes. And occasionally go for a swim in the gym at Hart House. And in summer, casual biking, camping had kept me moving. But now, walking up an down a 15-metre hallway at the office is about all the exercises that I regularly do. So those two games of bowling on Sunday night were all it takes to give me stiff shoulders and aching wrist.
Man, I gotta exercise more!
Sleepy
For the last little while, I have been reflecting and talking to several people about my bad sleeping problem. And many of them gave advices. I tried going to bed no later than midnight. But all in all, I am still arriving work 1 hour late on a daily basis. Jeez, 4 years of university and this is what I got, a messed up habit!
What is loser I am. What can I expect myself to do if I can’t even discipline myself to get out of the fking bed?
Obstacle
Subway is full of old newspapers. On Tuesday ride home, I managed to pick up Monday’s paper. Nevertheless, I read it and came across an article on the challenges that foreign students face to became Canadian. It is on page 10 of Metro (Toronto) newspaper on Monday March 20, 2006, for your reference. By working here under post-graduation work permit, I am at 70% of the process. However, it is only the beginning of the most difficult parts.. renewing this visa and filing the immigration application. One thing that I really agree with the author - Why does the Canadian goverment make the process so difficult for us, who “generate income tax dollars without ever costing Canadians a nickel for [our] education or health care”?
Whether I am destined to stay or go, let it be.