Monthly Archives: December 2004

A Few Memories Of Home, Part 2

Thumbnail: The alcohol wall
Thumbnail: Fall petals
Thumbnail: Dried flowers
Thumbnail: More dried flowers
Thumbnail: Koala bear statue
Thumbnail: Perfume collection
Thumbnail: Piano
Thumbnail: Teapot collection

The sec­ond set of my house pic­tures. I’d lived in that house for so long, I grew accus­tomed to it’s beauty. It’s only after liv­ing in stu­dent hous­ing, res­i­dence, town houses, that I under­stand how well off I had it at home. My favourite pic­ture is the one with the koala statue, which I bought while vaca­tion­ing in Sydney. The colours are just per­fect, and I like how the can­dle­sticks stretch out in sub­tle arches, as if they were bend­ing outwards.

A Few Memories Of Home, Part 1

Thumbnail: Living room couch
Thumbnail: Home theatre couch
Thumbnail: Couch cushions
Thumbnail: Dining room candles
Thumbnail: Family room candles
Thumbnail: Flower pot
Thumbnail: Bathroom mirror
Thumbnail: Entrance tiles

I decided to make the best of my time while I’m home for the hol­i­days and bor­row my dad’s EOS Digital Rebel, just like last December when I was in Hong Kong. I swear, the urge to buy one of these is over­whelm­ing, and I was very seri­ously con­sid­er­ing it until I real­ized that I can make due with my S410 Elph until I have cash to drop on a nice SLR.

Almost every room at home has a dif­fer­ent mood and style, which is really what I tried to cap­ture in the pic­tures, whether it’s due to the wall colour (most promi­nent), the fur­ni­ture, or the light­ing. This is part one of two; I have another set of pic­tures that’s com­prised mainly of var­i­ous objects around the house, instead of gen­eral set­tings of this set.

It Doesn't Feel Like Christmas

This doesn’t feel like Christmas to me. I’m not sure why, but the fact that it’s so close to the 25th still hasn’t clicked in yet. Maybe it’s because I decided not to buy presents for any­one this year. Maybe it’s because this is my first year work­ing full-time and I’m used to hav­ing a longer run­ning break before the big two-five. Maybe it’s because I’ve been too busy to relax, run­ning around, mak­ing plans at the last sec­ond. This is usu­ally my favourite time of the year, but I haven’t had any time to enjoy it.

I had the hard­est time decid­ing on what to do for new years. At first, I was just going to spend it by myself at my apart­ment. I don’t really have a rea­son to cel­e­brate, and if I was, it would be with my five clos­est friends ONLY so that I wouldn’t have to deal with ANY moronic peo­ple. The only prob­lem is that three of them won’t even be in the city, and the other two are too social to be spend­ing it with me and my select com­pany. Perhaps one year, my friends will indulge me (after tir­ing of large par­ties) and we will have an inti­mate gath­er­ing. I think I’ll start plan­ning for next year before every­one moves off to start their careers and their families.

Aaron expressed his desire for my atten­dance at his new years cel­e­bra­tion and I even­tu­ally agreed. I was hes­i­tant at first, because, to be hon­est, I haven’t enjoyed the com­pany Aaron has had over for his din­ners lately. I’m one who’s always believed that it’s the com­pany that makes things enjoy­able, not the activ­i­ties. Stick me in a room with my friends and we can have fun doing any­thing. Stick me in a room with a sin­gle per­son I dis­like, and I’ll be mis­er­able no mat­ter what. The agi­tat­ing guests aren’t Aaron’s fault, of course, or the fault of the guests them­selves. I’m an intol­er­ant person.

And I’m work­ing on it.


So, what I meant to say was that I got a hair­cut. Due to a series of bad expe­ri­ences, I gen­er­ally don’t trust women to cut my hair, but Josée is dif­fer­ent. She’s sar­cas­ti­cally funny, she’s cute (Trolley thinks her eyes stand out the most), and she does a great job with tex­ture. I also feel com­fort­able sit­ting in her chair, talk­ing or not, and don’t have to worry about her think­ing that I’m try­ing to get in her pants (a worry, due to yet another series of bad expe­ri­ences) because she’s not stu­pidly fuck­ing self-absorbed like so many other girls are.

What I really wanted to talk about, though, is the dis­count she told the recep­tion­ist to give me. The dis­count came in the form of stu­dent rates, although I’m not a stu­dent any­more, and she knows this because we dis­cussed it dur­ing the tex­tur­iz­ing process. I’m not sure if she did it know­ingly and I don’t like to take advan­tage of any­one, but I also don’t want to men­tion the fact that I don’t deserve the dis­count in case she did it on pur­pose. I thought about it for a few days, and even­tu­ally decided that she most likely acted out of gen­eros­ity, and the next time it hap­pens, I would leave her an extra tip so she could share in that generosity.

Trailer Park Awesome

I was plan­ning on writ­ing some­thing else, but had the sug­gen urge to con­fess that I was watch­ing Trailer Park Boys with four other guys yes­ter­day and it was the Christmas spe­cial where Jono is all preppy and Randy is giv­ing hand­jobs for cheese­burg­ers before he becomes assis­tant super­in­ten­dent, when Bubbles is sit­ting with his present in his lap given to him by his par­ents before they left him when he was young, and Ricky tells him to open it because they’re his fam­ily, so I started to cry but no one noticed, and I can’t stop think­ing about how fuck­ing stu­pid it is, and I won­der if any­one ever believes me or thinks I’m doing it for atten­tion or what­ever because it makes no fuck­ing sense to me.