— the laid.back buddhist —

Montreal Men

^yuck! okay, am well-aware that the above is a lame-ass excuse for title, quite unfortunately a lame explanation for that awaits you below…

I’m drowning in all the writing papers I’ve been doing and still have left to do…I almost miss my days of only multiple-choice exams. Except THEN you’d hear me lamenting how re-writing my notes to make study guides and/or notecards is killing my hand, hah!

Either way, it’s a lame (yes, I throw at you yet another!) excuse for lagging in my blogging, I know.

I’d try to remedy this and whip up a post beyond rationalizing excuses, or at least disguise it better (as if that ever works). BUT a part (read: most) of my mind is still in Spring Break vacation mode. Speaking of which…!

Montreal men are damned handsome, WOW.

That is when I was able to look up from making sure I didn’t slip up from all the slush on the sidewalk. Which did happen once! And, of course, at a major intersection…but I like to blame the heavy groceries from the Jean-Talon Market for throwing me off balance. I wonder if a person can fall flat on her butt gracefully. The Eternal Optimist in me likes to think so, but I also happen to have the type of family who laughs first before asking if the bananas and I are okay in the same breath.

I really enjoyed my time in Montreal, though. It’s like the Canadian-French version of Kyoto: unforgettable food, clothes to kill for, very clean, a nice mix of old and modern architecture, and expensive-as-hell more expensive than hell. I feel like the city of Montreal is friendlier than Kyoto, but people in Japan are always super-friendly when you speak Japanese, even if it’s as simple of a phrase as “Mizu kudasai!” (Water, please).

So, anyhow. I got to practice my French (this includes blatantly staring in envious wonderment whenever I overhear an Asian converse in fluent French), gorge on amazingly delicious foods (aka gain 5 pounds, aie!), be mistaken for a Japanese family (twice! Even when we spoke in Chinese to each other at the table!), and oh yeah, admire all the well-dressed, gorgeous men in Montreal. Yum. I def. look forward to going back when the US dollar isn’t being clobbered.

On that note, I shall say good-night. And sweet dreams.