Tag: Residence Life

Did you know that when you buy ice cream at the grocery store, unless the ice cream carton specifically states the words “ice cream,” then it is not actually ice-cream?

Huh? That was precisely my reaction.

Ice cream, traditionally, is made with milk. Recently, manufacturers have been churning out (pardon the pun) “frozen desserts” that look and taste like ice cream, but is actually made with vegetable oil.

I am not claiming that frozen desserts (made with vegetable oil) is in any way hazardous to one’s health, or that it is in any way an inferior product to ice cream. I’m just pointing out that one should pay attention to the labelling. When I pick out ice cream at the grocery store, I consider flavour and price, and I’m complacent to the fact that if the carton has a picture of something that resembles ice cream, then it is real ice cream.

When I was first forwarded the article link, I raced to my freezer only to find I’ve finished off my carton of ice cream already, but I still have 1/3 of my McCain Chocolate Cake (slurp!) and I ain’t care whatz in that coz I’m finishing that sucka off.

My roommate, however, has a carton of frozen dessert. Perhaps I shall break the bad news to him after dessert…no wait before.

During a safety seminar a few days ago, the instructor talked about emergency plans, and how we should all have them in case of..well…emergencies. The notion of emergency plans gave me a flashback to an incident that happened in rez a short while ago.

At 3am in the morning, the fire alarm went off in our residence building, and we had to evacuate. We ended up waiting ~20 minutes outside in the freezing cold. We realized there was no actual fire, and some joker had probably pulled the fire alarm when we were allowed back in and fire trucks did not even show up.

Up to that point in my life, I was fortunate to not have experienced an evacuation situation. However, in the back of my mind, I thought if I had to make a quick escape, I would know to grab my essential items such as my wallet, keys, phone, lecture notes (priceless), and perhaps some important documents such as my passport.

Well, it turns out I grabbed only my phone, and I got to thinking: in an emergency situation, are we really capable of doing what we plan/think we should do?

In life, many disasterous events lurk among us, and may strike at any time: the asian tsunami, hurricane katrina, Madonna’s arms, Cloverfield Monsters….nobody saw them coming, and when the next one strikes, are we as apt to handle it as we think we are?

With the C’s dropp’n outside, I’m finding was to amuse myself inside, and that means watching whatever DVD I can get my hands on.

One of the movies I watched that was hilarious, entertaining, and grossly underrated was House Bunny. Ana Faris (from Scary Movie) was, for a lack of a better word, awesome. The plot of the movie is thinner than a Melba toast – which incidentally is pretty much the only thing left in my kitchen…note to self go grocery shopping – but Ana made the movie work. Ana’s comedic timing was great, and there was never a dull moment. When Mrs. Hagstrom, the house mother from the evil Phi house, informs Ana that she has mistaken a sorority house for a brothel, Ana’s delivery of the line “Oh, I’m not looking to make soup” was priceless.  Hence, I highly recommend this movie and y’all should go watch it. (yeah…hence!)

One of the social misfits in the Zeta sorority was played by Rumor Willis, whom in real life is the offspring of Demi Moore and Bruce Willis. While she was good in her role as a nerdy social misfit, I couldn’t help but notice how she has quite a “jock-ish” demeaner and build, and that a great role for her would be kicking ass and taking names in Die Hard.  I could totally see her in some kind of action hero movie, I mean, that jawline was made for fighting crime.

Like most of you in Vancouver, I woke up to a beautiful snowy scenery. I stood there, in awe, taking in the sights, when something caught my gaze: deadly icicles.

The design of the Marine Drive buildings has these random slabs of concrete hanging on the sides of the building (see pictures). I couldn’t really zoom in very well with my camera phone, so the icicles may not be apparent, but take my word for it, these cement slabs are infested with icicles, and they are hanging perilously over pedestrian walkways.

Note to self: cut down on the loitering by the building