Getting a hair­cut and tak­ing notes/pictures after so I may be able to try it myself later and see if I can do it myself.

2 years, 8 months ago

High-School Shout-Out

Jeff! Sooo many gurls with _ _ _ hair at grad!! Too bad.… Hee… Don’t u just love all the flash movies on our site?!? I’m sure U love them soooooo much! U hafta get back into sc man!! We need more ppl to play with! Hmm… wut do u think of the car­toons on our site?? There sup­pose to be me and teresa, her hairs col­ored _ _ _!!!! Don’t get any wrong ideas, or else i’ll have to do a lot more photo editing!

I found this shout-out from an old web­site of a friend. He made it in the last year of high school, which was a long time ago, see­ing as how it’s been ten years.

The blank word is red. Yep. I went through a looooooong red hair phase with the girls. Not that it’s really over, as red hair is still a pref­er­ence, only more sub­dued. And “sc”, that stands for Starcraft, which was a big game with every­one in our clique. We would go home after school, some­times to each other’s houses, and bat­tle each other online. We’d even go so far as to cre­ate sce­nar­ios of dif­fer­ent units fac­ing off against each other to ana­lyze how effec­tive they were in dif­fer­ent situations.

It’s strange to read these words, because I was never really pop­u­lar in high school, and cer­tainly not pop­u­lar enough for some­one to give me props. Actually, I was a loner (which is why I got along with John, who was another loner) until the very last year when I changed schools, and met peo­ple who were a lit­tle more like me, and less offensive.

I don’t know why I enjoy old mem­o­ries like this, or why they affect me so much. Maybe because I’m an intro­vert. It’s said that intro­verts go back to mem­o­ries for stim­u­la­tion. I’ve always found a dis­tinct plea­sure in rem­i­nisc­ing about old times, when I may have been more dam­aged, but more inno­cent too. It’s like inno­cence is the only thing you have no con­trol over los­ing. As you grow older, you learn more about how the world works, and a once naïve opti­mism is replaced with the cold, hard real­i­ties of life.

You think of how nice it would be to have the mind of a child again, when your biggest worry was what to wear and whether she likes you, but you can never go back.

IF I WAS IN WORLD WAR 2 THEY’D CALL ME SPITFIRE (cause you know that I can)

2 years, 8 months ago

Resigned myself to the fact that I won’t be able to fin­ish the caramel cake Rana left me before it goes bad.

2 years, 9 months ago

Put on my strong(er) cologne with­out real­iz­ing I had Tai Chi class tonight. Hope it wasn’t offen­sive to any­one I was prac­tic­ing with.

2 years, 9 months ago

Always wanted to know what con­struc­tion com­pany own­ers houses look like. Now I know.

2 years, 9 months ago

Little Hong Kong Differences

I’ve been back from my trip to Hong Kong for a lit­tle over a month now. Here are some lit­tle dif­fer­ences I’ve noticed between there and here.

Parking

Space is at a pre­mium in Hong Kong, so park­ing spots are tiny. Most cars have fold­ing side-mirrors, and prox­im­ity sen­sors that beep faster the closer you are to some­thing when back­ing up. Vans and SUVs have mir­rors on the back win­dows that lets a dri­ver see the back bumper through the rear-view mir­ror. That way, you can squeeze into a space with­out any guess work, although it takes about three or four turns, Austin Powers style.

Parking sensors

Some park­ing lots also have these lights above the spots that let peo­ple know if a car is parked in the space — green means it’s avail­able. That way, you can see what spots are free with a quick glance, instead of dri­ving around and hunting.

Taking care of the elderly

Workout area

In the parks, there are work­out areas for the elderly. They include things like Gazelles, bench step­pers, and wheels you can rotate for flex­i­bil­ity. This is so awe­some. Canada should have some­thing like this. My grandma used come to this park to work out before she had colon cancer.

Bench stepper station

Fitness guide

How cool is it that the sym­bol they use is the sil­hou­ette of some­one doing sin­gle whip. I found this sym­bol in many parks actu­ally, and I think it means that it’s a pub­lic park.

There are also speak­ers that beep at the traf­fic lights to let blind peo­ple know when to cross, and sub­way esca­la­tors that click con­stantly, so they know where to get on.

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Listening to @twiin’s first album while I work on pho­tos. Excellent for that gritty mood.

2 years, 9 months ago

Plans can­celed yet again, with­out any notice or word of why. Wondering how some peo­ple own their own businesses.

2 years, 9 months ago

Amnesiac Weekends

My throat has devel­oped some­thing of a raspy tinge from talk­ing all week­end. I’ve never had par­tic­u­larly strong vocal chords. I told myself I’d speak as lit­tle as pos­si­ble today; we’ll see how long that lasts. Maybe I can drink some honey tea instead.

It wasn’t so much that I over­booked myself as plans going on for much longer than expected. Which pretty much means I didn’t get any work done, so I won’t be going to Toronto next week­end so I can catch up. Not that I really want to any­more, as the last two days have left me feel­ing over­stim­u­lated and sat­is­fied. Anyway, Dan took a quick look at my chart for this month (on his own ini­tia­tive) and told me not to do any­thing big on the 15th and 16th because it’s “risky”. I never let my horo­scope deter­mine what I do, but maybe this is the way the uni­verse tells me to stay home.

I didn’t even have time to do my weekly gro­cery shop­ping. I’m eat­ing stale bread and canned soups today.

The best part of the week­end was hav­ing an excuse to use the Numi Dancing Leaves teabuds and teapot that Louise bought me last Christmas, some­thing I’d been sav­ing for spe­cial occa­sions. Amazingly, I got three full steeps — which trans­lates into six cups — out of one Golden Jasmine bud.

Those things I had been try­ing to for­get got lost some­where in the before I even real­ized it. Isn’t that what for­get­ting is about?

Sometimes I need these week­ends. They recharge me, they give me hope, when hope is so fleeting.

I’m try­ing to ride that feel­ing, and let it carry me forward.

Frédéric is prob­a­bly the only per­son I’ll for­give for drink­ing from my glass by mis­take. Be jealous.

2 years, 9 months ago

Playing 5 min­utes of Enemy Territory to calm the nerves turned into half an hour. Guess I’m going to be late.

2 years, 9 months ago

By FAR the best dia­logue out of Babylon 5 so far: “You’re a pes­simist.” “I’m Russian, Doctor. We under­stand these things.”

2 years, 9 months ago

So nice when my guests do my dishes with­out me real­iz­ing it.

2 years, 9 months ago

Heading out for Chinese food with the Itani fam­ily. And pray­ing I won’t order any­thing they don’t want to eat!

2 years, 9 months ago