Enjoy the new template.

I just realized there are three weeks left of school and I am really screwed for my thesis.

Ok. I hope this works. SOMething with the counter is mussed.
but hope this works

I dont know if I like this template. It's hard on the eyes.
At least this one will publish when I tell it to.

Wilbur seems to be the subject of my blogs recently. Do I have a Freudian obsession with this friend of mine? Or is it just because it always seems that we hang out because we're friends? Perhaps he is one of the many interesting friends that I can write about who wouldn't mind (until I get into his car) and who also tends not to say too much about himself. All my other friends tend to have the gift about taking life's mundane experiences and morphing them into heroic epics and making life more interesting. (Of course I am referring to my buddies Joe, Lat and of course the now Internet famous (in a good way) the 8W).

You know, despite you being close to someone, you can never be fully naked in front of them. The closest you can get is to be separated by a thin piece of closely shredding fruit of the loom that clings for its life from a overly stretched piece of rubber that hangs off your hips. Of course I'm talking about seeing Adrian in the buff with briefs while escaping from the shower and on another occasion when he was room mate, Lat, in his briefs, engaging in culinary activities.
I have no qualms with that. However, to see full frontal nudity other than in a porno, an arts film about gay Mongolians trying to liberate themselves through stamp collecting, or in a free-hand drawing class, is one thing. Seeing your friend fully in the way that he came into the world is another thing. Wilbur was my workout buddy (Note: Guys I'm really not gay. I'm as straight as they come) and we would lift weights and do the whole routine. OF course afterwards, we would retreat to the locker room to get changed and out of our sweat infested, all-dressed chips smelling, shirts and into our regular clothes to go back into the real world and show people how much bigger our pecs are. You are probably thinking "man, doesn't Jon sweat like a tropical rain storm? Shouldn't he shower?" Let me tell you, I prefer showering in the privacy of my shower than to expose my naked flesh to the public showers that McGill has to offer? Why? Just because.

However, Wilbur has to shower there, (maybe its also the fact that he lives so darn far away) and needs to smell good for the ladies or something. So there we were one time, just chatting about where we were going to go afterwards and I had finished changing and I went over to his locker to ask him and he was stripping down in front of me and I thought he would have wrapped a towel around his waist as he was removing that final barrier that separated his privacy from the rest of the world, me being directly in front of him at this point and about a good 5 feet away. Without warning, my dear friend Wilbur pulls down his briefs and of course, I was shocked but I didn't let my eyes wander or stare. I just said, "I'll meet you downstairs in 5" really quickly and left hoping that he didn't think I was staring at him in the buff.

The other day, Lat, Adrian Wong and myself were also at the gym while wilbur was getting into the shower and of course, I had to be the one to catch a glimpse of him streaking past from his locker to the showers. Well, I guess his locker was strategically located near the showers to minimize his exposure of his body to the world.

Wilbur: we're still friends even though i might feel a little closer than most people having seen you in your birthday suit.
* Note: Wilbur and I are still great friends. well, maybe not after he reads this.

People seem to enjoy driving here in Montreal (refer to here . Indeed, many of my friends also drive here in Montreal and a few of them are some of the nicest people you'll ever meet. My friend Wilbur for example will not scream at an ant that just crawled onto his last potato chip nor scream at you if you insulted his accent. He's probably one of the most gentle guys you'll ever meet. But behind the wheel of his 96 civic coupe, his demeanor and character suddenly goes through a drastic Jekyll/Hyde metamorphosis. I usually then fear for my life as I sit in the passenger seat next to the driver and dig my nails into the dash in front of me or in the ceiling above me as Wilbur the rally driver, imagines himself to be on the set of Fast and the Furious:montreal edition. Of course, might I add the fact that he will curse at every single person on the road in cantonese. The other day, a dark blue Altima cut him off and suddenly, Wilbur spews out a not so nice name in cantonese.... basically translating into an illegitimate son and I was like "WILBUR!!! THATS NOT NICE!" (Note: Yes, that sounds a lil' wussy but it just sounds weird when Wilbur curses if you know the guy and besides, it isn't nice to curse... yes...) So I don't know if it's the fact that he feels that he has power behind the wheel of a car or is it the fact that he has built up aggression that can be only taken out on the road. Or its the adrenaline rush that he gets from being inside a metal container travelling at high velocities that could perhaps crush him.

Basically, I almost pee in my pants everytime I get into his car. Fear the soft spoken man... because they might end up taking you on a ride that could be your last. That includes playing chicken with a 4 tonne Snow plow on the way to Pho Bang.

I just want to say: Congratulations to Jonathan And Jas! Happy Marriage and have tons of kids! (Who will all have IQ's suprassing that of the you two combined)

Another note: I did end up getting into the SAlk Institute and almost cried. It was amazing.