After I came to Canada, after I changed my life from a potential accountant or a finance analyst to a potential successful film critic or a film director or maybe a happy waitress in a Chinese restaurant, and on the day right after the a little bit lonely and horny Christmas, I decide, there should be one catalogue named “This is Canada” in this blog which had been notice-less for the whole 6 years since I’ve started it.

Right Followed by the drunk and amazing Christmas night, I locked myself in the bedroom for a whole day long. My landlady went out for some fun maybe either with her friend at the Casino, or at her dearest son’s house with her two granddaughters. For this smoggy day, I was lying in the bed with my 10-year-old doggy doll, watched the soap opera “Sex and the City” from 11 am to 11 pm, and fed myself with a half large bottle of apple juice, two pieces of Cake, one piece of Ferrero, and two very authentic Chinese Baozi, and one Chinese “ludan”, which has a tag on it reads “Best before Dec. 22nd”. It is Dec. 26 today, but who cares. At least I know they are not poisonous, I definitely love them, and I brought them in the Chinese supermarket in Mississauga, one hour by car from the place I live.

The purpose why I watch “Sex and City” is that I want to get some training for my upcoming film courses. God knows how hard it should it be for a Chinese girl to watch an English movie without any subtitle, especially, I’m going to take documentary course next semester, and the strange Americans would never put a subtitle on while they are watching a film. So, I’m trying to get rid of the subtitles by watching “Sex and City”. Well, I know you guys who know me a little bit deeper is holding your laughter. Ok, I deny, I’m absolutely not the kind of person to watch a shitty TV series just for improving my English. It’s such a wonderful TV opera, I should say. Woody Allen’s everything-can-happen New York city, sexes, and wonderful but not imaginary love, that’s all the things attractive to me. I’m a kind of dying for love these days, these days out of the never stop these years.

Today, I suddenly realized I’ve been in Canada for FIVE MONTHS. FIVE MONTHS! From the days I just wear a shawl, lining to the fence of my residence, enjoying the breeze and the very green Quarry View with the wild flower on it to today– today, when I get out of my bed for a break, I went towards the window; I watched through the blinds and felt a kind of nervous. It was such a foggy and stuffy night, the lights of the sides of the road became smoothy, all the leaves of the trees are gone, I stared at the still and bared trunks, no traffic was running at only 11 during the night, I got a very strong feeling that I was far a way from the modern society, it seems I was in the hell, really, I did think like that– I was surrounded by a bunch of ghosts. Maybe I am.Now, I don’t care whom I am, and what I am going to be.

Five months, that means… that means a lot of months, yeah, a lot of months that a month after which I can apply for a US Visa that will take me to New York where Leonard Cohen had a concert 2 months ago, but I’ve already missed it. 5 months also means after which I can get a part time job either in a Chinese restraint, or in a Japanese restraint, Thai or Korean, because for either of them, the owners are all made in China.

Most of the time, during the time of the year, I would write some boring things to conclude what boring things I have done during the whole 12 months. However, I am not going to do this silly thing at the end of 2009. I don’t want to get any conclusion, I just want a perfect starting!

HELLO 2010, DO YOU HEAR ME, THE MOST BRILLIANT AND PRETTY GIRL IN THE WORLD!