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victoria now and then
may 31 '04 : 1207 [pacific] : drunk and crazy true canadians night
it has been a while since i truly talked with a closer friend of mine, thanks to her [imo] overly obsessive possessive insecure [/imo] boyfriend who wasn't there last night when we hung out, we were able to chat a bit, caught up on each other's lives and so on. it wasn't before long though that the night disintegrated into heavy drinking and smoking up. i didn't drink any since i was driving; and i'm not a fan of smoking up. it was interesting to say the least, i can't remember the last time i actually hung out with this bunch with so much drinking, smoking, sex-talking, and banging [the card game] what a night, what a night.
may 30 '04 : 0012 [pacific] : some i wrote what is written, and what cannot be written
while some people think i express everything and anything on here, i actually don't. i was thinking today, there could besometh ing i want to write down, then i refrained myself from doing so because its content might not be appropriate. but frankly, the main cause is actually the people who would read it. for instance, i couldn't say how much i hate my friend with middle name thomas and last name starting with 'd' for not trying the paralyzer yesterday on here, because he comes to read on occasions. humm. i said it didn't i? blah, nevermind, he'll understand. my point is, i find myself having to avoid saying certain things and be cautious what might be shown on here because it's online, and i could be bad mouthing or commenting about someone who knows this page's existence. such is a dilemma. at this point i know exactly what you are thinking, and i'm referring you as to people who have criticized me of having a blog before. you are probably thinking, "you brought this problem upon yourself, you could've had a diary in the form of a book to which only you have access." true, i should've realized this problem ahead of time, but i suppose it's a little too late to do anything about it now. having written four months of entries, to suddenly rid it all and go back to the traditional diary writing sounds dumb. blah! i guess i just complained for nothing.
may 29 '04 : 0112 [pacific] : talk shows on mute parents: blah. woman: eh?
so during the past few days, i have been busy driving back and forth, from and to the hospital. wednesday was the day of my uncle's operation to take care of his diverticular disease. this is the uncle who lives with my family; and with my brothers going to work and school, i'm the only one left to look after him during the day time. the operation was successful; he looked tired and unwell, but he's slowly recovering. apparently he had some mild internal bleeding yesterday, but it has been taken care of. apparently my parents still want to know more about the operation, such as what have been removed and what was done onto my uncle. personally i think as long as the end result is successful, who gives about the procedure? but of course, being the responsible adults who live all the way across the ocean and leaving their sons to take care of everything, they would think differently. anyway.
yesterday night i had yet another discussion about parents with a friend. we have always had opposing views on the issue of parents, and of course we still do even after the discussion. it started with me knowing his parents raged at his younger brother for skipping school for a day. apparently they threatened to kick his brother out if he doesn't go to school, as well as my friend, but that's another story and let's not get into that for now. well, the two of them are extremely intelligent for school, my friend even claimed that he " could've shown up to [his high school] exams and gotten decent marks if [he]'d skipped all but one day a week." hummm, right. anyway. so i was telling him how his parents overreacted to such small problem as skipping school, and his brother was being rash by firing back at them with comment such as "you can't tell me what to do!" in the situation. essentially the core problem was how he [probably his brother as well] couldn't stand his parents for who they are. i said to him he shouldn't go head-to-head with his parents so often, regardless of how much he thinks his parents are wrong. then we got into how much one should respect one's parents. naturally he and i hold opposite views; i think one should respect parents simply because they are parents, and he thinks not. then before long i decided to end the topic because we weren't going anywhere. i just find discussions and arguments pointless unless people actually listen and follow to what i said, or vice versa. i mean, what's the point? in the end i'll still think he's wrong and he'll think i'm the wrong one. blah. blame it on stubbornness.
tonight i went to see the day after tomorrow with a few friends. it was an okay movie, it has some decent ideas but nothing spectacular. essentially all the special effects were already shown in the trailer, so i wasn't blown away or whatever. one thing annoyed the hell out of me during the movie though; the woman sitting next to me jumped at almost everything she saw on the screen, even the trivial non-frightening parts. woman. and oh, one of my friends went home without telling anyone about twenty minutes into the movie. we were confused. and this was the second time it has happened with her. i'm starting to think she might have some secret identity or she is a superheroine out there saving lives. otherwise i have no idea on her strange behaviour of always having to go home in the strangest time and place. woman.
may 23 '04 : 1110 [pacific] : feel the sun good day to all of you
after another night well rested, i woke up today feeling energetic and refreshed. and of course it being victoria, the sun shines brilliantly over the little island. and just when everything seems so perfect and peaceful, i looked outside to the beautiful world full of greens, i saw the garbage bins had been knocked over and the remain of the french bread i threw away several days ago lying on the driveway with a big chunk of it eaten. the garbage bag where the bread used to belong sat on the side, and it obviously had been under attacked, evident in its tear and holes. this, i believe, had been the work of a raccoon running in the wild. i assume the bins had been knocked over overnight while the whole world was sleeping and the little bastard was scavenging the garbage cans for food scraps. again, it being victoria, the sun comes up usually at around six in the morning. and the garbage cans full of garbages, having been exposed to sunlight for more than five hours, their contents have quickly turned into a pile of watery and rotten decayed matter. and while i put everything back to their place, i found one of the bags had already become a swarm of maggots. i was mildly amused, but at the same time highly disgusted. at this rate i believe by wednesday my house will become the largest flies breeding ground in victoria. isn't that nice? well, have a nice day, while i try to find a way to minimize the harm.
[edit : may 23 '04 : 1343 [pacific] : cleansing the maggots]
after much struggle with inner self, i thought that i wouldn't want to burden the garbagemen when they come on thursday to discover a swarm of filthy maggots in the bins. so i decided to go and clean the garbage bin. the plan was to use one of those big green garbage bags, put it over the can and then tilt it upside down so all the crap will fall into the green bag. unfortunately it wasn't big enough, so i cut and taped two bags together to make a large one. this time it was big enough, but for reinforcement
purpose i made another large one and taped the two of them together. i believe the flies were trying to save their offspring or something; during the cleaning they keep flying back and forth trying to access the maggots-filled bin. after carefully taped the bags around the bin, it was time to tip the thing over. one, two, three! all the crap was in the bag, and after much sweat and tying it up, the maggots were now properly bagged and presumably they won't leak out anymore. in addition, i even poured half a bottle of detergent into the bag before tying it and rubbed detergent all over the outside of the bag to prevent any further eggs laying by the flies. t'was a good day to cleanse maggots eh?
may 21 '04 : 1649 [pacific] : missing don't know what to say
it's weird. i often find myself deciding to write a new entry, then a few minutes later, the words and thoughts i was to write down lose their meanings and i lose interest. sometimes i think i just have too much on my mind that i don't know how and where to begin. or perhaps i just have a short attention span.
i saw some friends the last two days; on wednesday night i hanged out with the loud group, and thursday i had lunch with two of my more introverted friends and later played ddr. it certainly feels different between the two groups. with the first group i find myself an observer, listening and observing the absurdity and hilarity on the sideline. with the latter i find myself a conversationalist, it makes me look like an extrovert who wouldn't stop talking. i suppose everything is relative, with loud people i become an introvert; with quiet people i become the extrovert and maintain the group conversation. so am i talkative? am i loud? am i outgoing, or not?
sky!, i agree that not everything is black and white; and religion = poop on a stick!
may 18 '04 : 2014 [pacific] : hi no tori [firebird] just a little change
the layout is pretty much the same, i just changed a little bit of it: name, code, background; the background is inspired by my most beloved mika's latest single [she's a jpop singer, naturally] mika i love you!!
i'm thinking i might turn the site into more than just a blog, that could be interesting. as for news, there is absolutely nothing. except my mom is leaving for hong kong tomorrow and coming back with my dad in mid july; i'm finally playing ddr in two days [did we say morning or afternoon?]; and i forgot to put the gas cap back on after filling up the tank yesterday. essentially it was sitting on top of the trunk until my bro discovered it and i quickly pulled aside and put it back on. the car didn't explode, thankfully, but it also proved that i'm a very good driver; i was amazed the cap didn't fall somewhere along the road.
may 15 '04 : 1225 [pacific] : when i am king the layout, the dinner, the school
i know it's already may but i'm still using the april layout. well really the layout doesn't change, only the picture of the right does. until my bro gets his computer back, the picture and the month will remain unchanged. and maybe i'll change the whole image of the site, seeing how i don't live in room 108 of sorbara hall in the moment, i think i'll come up with a more general name that can be used anywhere on any occasions. anyway.
last wednesday was a get-together-dinner of sort with people that have been missing in my life, as well as few people who i have no affiliation with whatsoever, for the eight months i was away, it was also a very casual farewell gathering for a friend who will be going to montana for summer co-op today. it wasn't emotional or anything, but now that i think more about it it really should've been more so. basically my friend's co-op job is to go into some forest in montana, set down bear traps, wait for the bears to walk into them, collect hair, analyze, then release, for four whole months! and she'll be in the forest for the entire time with nothing to do and nowhere to go, except maybe berry picking. i've always thought that she wanted to go into pharmacy or something, i suppose i thought wrong. anyway, we had dinner at moxie's downtown victoria [i miss living downtown], the food was great, the bellini was excellent [i should've got another one, grrr] and the mood was generally quite enjoyable. although if we could've gotten a round table it would've been much better. we'll just bring our own table next time i suppose.
yesterday i went back to my high school to do some business for a friend of my mom's. it certainly brought back memories, good ones mostly, i don't believe i have many bad memories of high school. well for starter no one has ever really picked on me. i suppose people wouldn't want to be called a racist, since i can always use that to my advantage. or maybe i just wasn't worth the time? either way, nothing drastic happened to me throughout high school. i looked down the main hallway while mr. somers was attending to our business, it's the place where all the popular kids used to hang out. i've asked many people if they ever wanted to be a popular kid in school, and usually i get the same answer back: "why would i want to be popular? they're just shallow people!" it's true, they are shallow, by our standards. but to them, being beautiful, popular, and just the way they were comes natural. i disliked most of those who were part of the popular clique back in my days, but if you were to ask me that question, i would answer, "yes, i've always wanted to be popular, and i still want to be popular."
may 10 '04 : 1058 [pacific] : holiday the lack of computer makes thing difficult
life sucks without the technology known as a computer. apparently my brother's computer got infected with a virus two days before i came home, so it was taken away for repairment for the time being. meanwhile, i've only been able to connect to the world wide web via my uncle's computer. it would be easier if i use my bro's computer, however, my uncle's just one of those people who worries about everything and anything. i think it was last wednesday, i installed msn messenger on his computer [oh yeah, it's a new computer] and for some odd reason messenger likes to automatically sign itself in everytime an internet connection is detected [and yeah, he's on dial-up too] so it was about midnight, my bros and i were upstairs watching t.v. doing various things, suddenly my uncle came up looking rather concerned, he asked my lil' bro if he had been chatting via messenger earlier, then he said in an anxious voice "i think the computer has been infected with a virus!" naturally my second bro who's more knowledgeable in computer and what not went down to see what the problem was. i suppose my uncle's just not very good with computer and anything related to it, but i just can't stop wondering how.. foolish.. of him to think it was a virus attack? what was the problem you ask? i'll give you some time to think it over.
so i have been home for a week now. the past week was spent on going out with family to do various chores as well as helping my mom's friend to settle down in victoria: her family is immigrating to canada in july. essentially we ran around town looking for decent furnitures and supplies so the family can move in with everything ready to use. not too shabby. and i think canada room actually did more good to me than i thought. during my two years in university, i've lost a total of twenty pounds! i weighted myself, for the first time since christmas, i weight a hundred and fifty-five pounds. amazing i tell you. it's like everytime i come back i weight less than the previous time. i'm thinking, at this rate, by the time i finish university i would be around a hundred twenty something pounds. nice eh?
yesterday was the ever famous day that's known to be more important than christmas [at least in my family it seems] and more stressful to plan than any other holiday - mother's day. my mom is great, i love and respect her. having said that, however, she can also be a pain sometimes. like most women, she always says the opposite of what she actually meant. for instance: "don't bother buying anything for me", translation: "you wait and see ~risk~
if i don't get anything.." alright, maybe she didn't mean it like that but it's probably not too far anyway. also she's just naturally hard to please, she's got high expectations and hence it's rather difficult to plan mother's day. my dad totally spoiled her, and although i've tried to wage war on her for numerous occasions, in the end, it always ends up with me bow down to her and beg her to forgive me. bah! well anyway, just like the past two years, my bros and i once again planned a mother's day dinner with our limited cooking skills. there aren't any big surprises
except i made a pina colada punch [it's quite good] and some other little fancy things. we got her, my aunt, and my mom's friend carnations, and a lemon mousse cake. overall i think she enjoyed it. well, this year's challange is gone, i think i ought to start planning for next year now.
so what was the problem with my uncle's computer? apparently, messenger automatically signed in my lil' bro's account and his friend messeged him saying "richard! help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and he thought it was a virus. humm. right.
may 6 '04 : 0000 [pacific] : time of your life : happy birthday patrick! and thanks for the car ride to the airport!
may 1 '04 : 0932 : summertime school's out, finally
with my architecture exam finished yesterday, my second year of university ended. technically it hasn't really since i have to wait for results to come back, plus i'll be staying in toronto until monday night before my flight home. unfortunately i'll have to send most of my stuff for storage at my uncle's place today, which means my precious computer will be gone for the summer.. sad. and after tonight my room will consist of bare walls and dustballs that i'll need to clean before moving out. anyhow, i should continue packing my stuff, burn some cd's, and get ready to say byebye to my precious.. my precious..
i'll see light again in about three days, as for now, i bid you all farewell and i shall see you again sometime later.
