Since moving to Toronto, I've encountered many lower class and poor people. Mostly I don't pay attention to them and they ignore me. I don't give money to homeless people. I'll donate money to homeless shelters or soup kitchens at times, but I don't give money to the people directly. It's sad at times to see the kinds of people who live on the street.
One day on the streetcar, one homeless gentleman kindly moved his stuff off the seat beside him so I could sit down. He was very polite but I'll admit that cultural conditioning made me feel uncomfortable sitting beside him at all. I took off my gloves and he tried talking to me, mentioning how he used to have 6 pairs of gloves but they got stolen, etc. I made a comment about it being too bad, and then pulled out my book so I could ignore him in the politest possible way. I couldn't help but feel worse for this guy because he must have had Parkinson's or something. He couldn't control his body - he was shaky, his head kept jerking in my direction, etc. I can't help but wonder what kind of life he has had to end up where he is now.
When I first moved here, a homeless woman came on the streetcar one evening and announced very loudly, "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I haven't had anything to eat in 3 days and am starving," and then she proceeded to go up to every person in the car begging for money. Again, I wondered what her life must be like, to have to debase herself so much as to make announcements like that - it must take a lot of courage, and humiliation, to have to do that kind of thing.
When I mentioned this occurrence to my friend Michelle, she told me that she knew of the woman and that the lady was only really after money for drugs. I didn't really argue with Michelle because let's face it, that's the case at times, but I couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was just being too cavalier about the subject, or just biased.
Last night while I was waiting inside the streetcar stop (just a 3 sided shelter with clear walls to protect you against the wind), the same black woman came in. I assumed she would ask me for money and I strategically turned away so I could ignore her until the moment came. I could see her reflection in one of the windows. She was muttering and smoking. I saw her squat down and I assumed she was just cold and wrapping her arms around herself. But then I heard a splat, splat, splat sound. I thought she was throwing up or something, so I glanced backwards. That's when I realized she had copped a squat, pulled down her pants, and was peeing inside the shelter.
I was horrified. There were a gazillion other places nearby where she could have urinated and the fact that she chose to do so in the shelter with me less than a meter away totally freaked me out. I barreled out of the shelter and was relieved to see the streetcar coming. By this point, I was disturbed at even standing next to her. We both got on the streetcar and I managed to secure a seat by myself. (I was terrified that she would try to sit beside me.) A bit of the way down the street, she started licking her hand - like a dog would. Bit long wet smacking laps up and down her fingers. Thankfully she got off at a stop before I did.
The whole occurrence really disturbed me. Obviously the woman was high/strung out/whatever and Michelle was right. I just wonder what happened to bring the woman to such depths that she would urinate in a shelter right beside one of the most busiest intersections in Toronto. What kind of events could bring someone so low? It's seeing things like this that really makes me appreciate the life that I've had and continue to have.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Stuck
Getting to work shouldn't be difficult. I wish I could say that was the case on Wednesday this week. I got FROZEN into my backyard and ended up being 20 minutes late to work!
To get in and out of my apartment, I have to go through my landlord's backyard which is surrounded by a fence taller than I am. The only point of entry in the fence is a gate with a bolt that can only be released by key. The problem was, the lock was frozen closed!
I have never ever had to deal with frozen locks before, so I ended up going downstairs, getting some warm water (the fastest solution, although I know that it would just freeze over again) and a pack of matches. I also phoned home, waking up my mom and dad to see if they had a better idea on the spur of the moment. Nope. Water it was.
I troop back upstairs and outside and manage to melt the ice in the lock so I can finally get my key into the hole... But, alas! The key wouldn't turn! The entire BOLT was frozen! Due to the shape of the gate opening, I couldn't maneuver anything into the gap to try to de-ice the bolt. I thought of getting my hair dryer out, but I didn't have an extension cord long enough to reach the fence! By this time, 20 minutes had passed and I was getting worried about being so late to work. (I had already taken a moment to email my coworker to let her know that I'd be late - turns out that I spelled her email address wrong and she never got the message. Oops!)
I would have tried climbing the fence, but it's not the most sturdy thing in the world - it leans over, so if I were to try to climb it, it would probably collapse. And only sturdy portion of the fence is the part where there's a coniferous tree in front of it... I didn't feel like being tackled by pine needles while trying to manage my escape.
I finally ended up calling my landlord. Crap. The call goes straight to voicemail. My last recourse was to start banging on his backdoor. Thank God he was home for once! LOL, he ended up letting me through his house and out his front door and later on, he fixed the gate so that I could at least get back into my apartment later that evening.
I now own my first bottle of lock de-icer. And, the landlord has provided an extension cord just in case there's another fiasco like this again
To get in and out of my apartment, I have to go through my landlord's backyard which is surrounded by a fence taller than I am. The only point of entry in the fence is a gate with a bolt that can only be released by key. The problem was, the lock was frozen closed!
I have never ever had to deal with frozen locks before, so I ended up going downstairs, getting some warm water (the fastest solution, although I know that it would just freeze over again) and a pack of matches. I also phoned home, waking up my mom and dad to see if they had a better idea on the spur of the moment. Nope. Water it was.
I troop back upstairs and outside and manage to melt the ice in the lock so I can finally get my key into the hole... But, alas! The key wouldn't turn! The entire BOLT was frozen! Due to the shape of the gate opening, I couldn't maneuver anything into the gap to try to de-ice the bolt. I thought of getting my hair dryer out, but I didn't have an extension cord long enough to reach the fence! By this time, 20 minutes had passed and I was getting worried about being so late to work. (I had already taken a moment to email my coworker to let her know that I'd be late - turns out that I spelled her email address wrong and she never got the message. Oops!)
I would have tried climbing the fence, but it's not the most sturdy thing in the world - it leans over, so if I were to try to climb it, it would probably collapse. And only sturdy portion of the fence is the part where there's a coniferous tree in front of it... I didn't feel like being tackled by pine needles while trying to manage my escape.
I finally ended up calling my landlord. Crap. The call goes straight to voicemail. My last recourse was to start banging on his backdoor. Thank God he was home for once! LOL, he ended up letting me through his house and out his front door and later on, he fixed the gate so that I could at least get back into my apartment later that evening.
I now own my first bottle of lock de-icer. And, the landlord has provided an extension cord just in case there's another fiasco like this again
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Cell phone woes
Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything relevant to my current circumstances. Nothing terribly exciting has happened recently, I thought I'd share a fiasco that occurred back when I first moved to Toronto.
As mentioned, I'm renting a basement apartment. When I agreed to rent it, I never thought about cell phone reception. It wasn't until the first week I was there that I realized I couldn't get a cell phone signal in the place! If I wanted to make a call, I had to walk to a window and hold my cell phone far away to get a tiny signal.
Since I figured I couldn't get reception, I signed up for a landline. I got the cheapest package available (like $14 a month). Two weeks later my family came to visit and that's when I found out that every other cell phone company got cell phone reception in my basement! It was only Bell, and companies that use Bell cell phone towers that didn't work in my apartment! I was so mad!
I love having a cell phone. There seemed to be no point in keeping both a cell phone and a landline, so I decided to cancel my landline, break my Bell cell phone contract (I still had about 8 months left on it), and get a phone with Fido. Well, all this was easier said than done.
When I went to get my Fido phone, I found out that I could have my old Bell cell phone number transferred over to my Fido phone. I was like, "Yay! Now I don't have to tell everyone my new number." (I had only gotten my Toronto number a couple weeks earlier when I first moved to the area.)
To transfer my phone number, I had to get my Bell account number first. So I went to the Bell store and told them that I needed my account number. The lady just asked for my phone number and gave it to me then and there with no problem. I troupe back down to Fido, give them my phone number and account number... There's a small error, but the transfer goes through. Yay! I have a Fido phone number now.
The problem is, about 15 minutes later, I start getting phone calls for someone named Kevin. It wasn't till 30 minutes later that I realized I gave Fido and Bell the WRONG CELL PHONE NUMBER. (As I said, I had only had my phone number for a couple of weeks and hadn't memorized it yet.) I gave the lady at Bell the wrong number, so she gave me the correct account number for the wrong phone number. And that's why the number transfer went through Fido. Essentially I stole someone else's phone number! I now realize that the reason I gave the wrong phone number is that I gave Fido my old Ottawa phone number but I used a Toronto area code.
Long story short, I had to wait until the next day before I could sort out the mixup, and I ended up being on the phone with Fido and Bell for nearly 3 hours trying to give back "Kevin's" phone number. Then, a month later, Fido tried to bill me nearly $500 for breaking a contract (because I had bought a phone and returned it the next day). Luckily the phone call to fix that mistake only lasted a few minutes.
As mentioned, I'm renting a basement apartment. When I agreed to rent it, I never thought about cell phone reception. It wasn't until the first week I was there that I realized I couldn't get a cell phone signal in the place! If I wanted to make a call, I had to walk to a window and hold my cell phone far away to get a tiny signal.
Since I figured I couldn't get reception, I signed up for a landline. I got the cheapest package available (like $14 a month). Two weeks later my family came to visit and that's when I found out that every other cell phone company got cell phone reception in my basement! It was only Bell, and companies that use Bell cell phone towers that didn't work in my apartment! I was so mad!
I love having a cell phone. There seemed to be no point in keeping both a cell phone and a landline, so I decided to cancel my landline, break my Bell cell phone contract (I still had about 8 months left on it), and get a phone with Fido. Well, all this was easier said than done.
When I went to get my Fido phone, I found out that I could have my old Bell cell phone number transferred over to my Fido phone. I was like, "Yay! Now I don't have to tell everyone my new number." (I had only gotten my Toronto number a couple weeks earlier when I first moved to the area.)
To transfer my phone number, I had to get my Bell account number first. So I went to the Bell store and told them that I needed my account number. The lady just asked for my phone number and gave it to me then and there with no problem. I troupe back down to Fido, give them my phone number and account number... There's a small error, but the transfer goes through. Yay! I have a Fido phone number now.
The problem is, about 15 minutes later, I start getting phone calls for someone named Kevin. It wasn't till 30 minutes later that I realized I gave Fido and Bell the WRONG CELL PHONE NUMBER. (As I said, I had only had my phone number for a couple of weeks and hadn't memorized it yet.) I gave the lady at Bell the wrong number, so she gave me the correct account number for the wrong phone number. And that's why the number transfer went through Fido. Essentially I stole someone else's phone number! I now realize that the reason I gave the wrong phone number is that I gave Fido my old Ottawa phone number but I used a Toronto area code.
Long story short, I had to wait until the next day before I could sort out the mixup, and I ended up being on the phone with Fido and Bell for nearly 3 hours trying to give back "Kevin's" phone number. Then, a month later, Fido tried to bill me nearly $500 for breaking a contract (because I had bought a phone and returned it the next day). Luckily the phone call to fix that mistake only lasted a few minutes.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Useless
You'd think that a city with over 4 million people, they'd have a better library system. Ugh.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Another poem (not by me)
One of my old friends from university (okay, we only had one class together ever and haven't seen/talked since) recently posted the first draft of a poem she wrote on her blog. I read it and was enthralled. So I've taken it upon myself to pimp it out. Without further ado, here's "The Violence of Fall" by Katherine S.
The Violence of Fall
It is reported that
The sheeplike trees,
Tended by the gentle warmth of May,
Watered along June’s fickle streams
Growing thick with fleece under the humid July
Greenhouse glass,
mirrored in high-flying August clouds,
Were murdered the night of September 8th.
Fleece felled,
Unsuspectingly assailed by volley upon volley
Of steel-forged drops,
Quietly pricked by the razor-breath of winter
Until jaundice spread through finger-veins,
And blood-bright vessels danced beneath the skin.
Battered and bruised by wind-whips,
Stripped to the bone.
And the distant sun,
When it peered above the hill,
Could barely find the remains of summer’s flocks
Among the feverish pools of mustard
And bloody torn leaves
That soaked the skeleton stems.
The Violence of Fall
It is reported that
The sheeplike trees,
Tended by the gentle warmth of May,
Watered along June’s fickle streams
Growing thick with fleece under the humid July
Greenhouse glass,
mirrored in high-flying August clouds,
Were murdered the night of September 8th.
Fleece felled,
Unsuspectingly assailed by volley upon volley
Of steel-forged drops,
Quietly pricked by the razor-breath of winter
Until jaundice spread through finger-veins,
And blood-bright vessels danced beneath the skin.
Battered and bruised by wind-whips,
Stripped to the bone.
And the distant sun,
When it peered above the hill,
Could barely find the remains of summer’s flocks
Among the feverish pools of mustard
And bloody torn leaves
That soaked the skeleton stems.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Welcoming package
I unexpectedly had to go to Montreal for the past four days for work. The Doctor who's taking over the program I'm working for asked for my help on some paperwork. I was asked on Tuesday and by Thursday I was in Montreal. I asked him for a couple of hotel recommendations and ended up booking a room at Le Roberval.
On my first night there, I crashed relatively early because I was exhausted. (Getting up for a 9am flight will do that to you.) At midnight though, I woke up for no apparent reason. Then I realized I was woken up by the sound of someone knocking on my door. I wasn't about to get out of bed and see who it was, so I ignored it and heard them leave.
Just as I was falling asleep again, the phone rang. It was the front desk. The woman on the phone asks me, "Hi there, did you hire an escort?" [Read: Prostitute - my hotel was close to the red light district.]
I'm like, "What? No."
The woman replies, "Oh, sorry." And then before she hangs up, I hear her saying to someone else, "A woman answered. You have the wrong room."
I managed to fall back asleep, but the next day I joked with the Doctor, thanking him for arranging the welcoming package to Montreal. :)
On my first night there, I crashed relatively early because I was exhausted. (Getting up for a 9am flight will do that to you.) At midnight though, I woke up for no apparent reason. Then I realized I was woken up by the sound of someone knocking on my door. I wasn't about to get out of bed and see who it was, so I ignored it and heard them leave.
Just as I was falling asleep again, the phone rang. It was the front desk. The woman on the phone asks me, "Hi there, did you hire an escort?" [Read: Prostitute - my hotel was close to the red light district.]
I'm like, "What? No."
The woman replies, "Oh, sorry." And then before she hangs up, I hear her saying to someone else, "A woman answered. You have the wrong room."
I managed to fall back asleep, but the next day I joked with the Doctor, thanking him for arranging the welcoming package to Montreal. :)
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Truly an international city
I cannot believe how small this world can be. I was walking around Toronto's Eaton Centre a couple of weeks ago when I thought I recognized someone from my time in Hong Kong. I wasn't sure it was her though, so I called out, "Vris?" Lo and behold, the girl turns around and it IS Vris!
I met Vris through my friend Minnie when I was in HK. We didn't hang out all that much, but we did spend Chinese New Year's together with a bunch of other people while renting an apartment on Lantau island for a few days. She was super nice and fun to hang out with.
Prior to moving to Toronto, Minnie told me through Facebook that Vris was coming to Canada, to the University of Waterloo (where I studied!) for an exchange! The day that I saw her, she was in Toronto shopping with another former exchange student who apparently arrived in HK right after I left.
I just couldn't believe that I could run into someone from Hong Kong in the largest city in Canada! It's crazy!
I met Vris through my friend Minnie when I was in HK. We didn't hang out all that much, but we did spend Chinese New Year's together with a bunch of other people while renting an apartment on Lantau island for a few days. She was super nice and fun to hang out with.
Prior to moving to Toronto, Minnie told me through Facebook that Vris was coming to Canada, to the University of Waterloo (where I studied!) for an exchange! The day that I saw her, she was in Toronto shopping with another former exchange student who apparently arrived in HK right after I left.
I just couldn't believe that I could run into someone from Hong Kong in the largest city in Canada! It's crazy!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Morning calm
The one thing I look forward to about going to work every is walking by Alexandra Park. There's nothing special about the place - it's just a regular city part.
What I enjoy about it is the people. It's close to Chinatown, so every morning there are little old Chinese men and women there doing their morning exercises. My absolute favourite moment though is watching the group doing Tai Chi on the baseball diamond. They look so serene going through their movements with the sun shining on them.
What I enjoy about it is the people. It's close to Chinatown, so every morning there are little old Chinese men and women there doing their morning exercises. My absolute favourite moment though is watching the group doing Tai Chi on the baseball diamond. They look so serene going through their movements with the sun shining on them.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Convenience food shocker
I'm embarassed and mildly revolted to have to admit that I'm eating, and even enjoying one of those Uncle Ben's Expressions dinners. (You know, the rice and meat in a bag?) Except for the fact that it's a bit salty, I'm enjoying it a great deal.
The only reason I bought it is because I still don't have a microwave in my new apartment, so I needed something I could heat up on a stove without too much effort.
The only reason I bought it is because I still don't have a microwave in my new apartment, so I needed something I could heat up on a stove without too much effort.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Life changes
Wow! After nearly a two month drought, I'm back! With lots of news!
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I've been job hunting. Well, two weeks ago, I sent my resume to the University Health Network in Toronto at 4:17PM. 8 minutes later, I got an email asking me to come for the first round of interviews. Wow!
Later that night, I found out that my father had the day off, and he was kind enough to offer me a ride to Toronto. So off we rode so I could have an interview for an Administrative Coordinator position.
I wasn't quite sure how the interview went. Some questions went well, but the girl who was interviewing me (and whom I would be replacing) had the greatest poker face in the world, so I was never sure where my answers sat with her. She also told me more about the position itself. Essentially the Admin Coordinator role is responsible for running the National Canadian Research Training Program in Hepatitis C. That includes coordinating weekly web conferences, planning the annual meeting in Banff, and bookkeeping. Yikes!
The interview was on a Wednesday. On Thursday I got the call back to come in on Friday. This time the interview included the same girl as Wednesday as well as the current director of the program, a Dr. Heathcote. The interview was much more a "getting to know the personal side of you" kind of interview. I yammered on and on, all the while thinking, "Shut me up!"
Well, apparently my yammering worked. By the time I arrived home that night, there was an email offering me the job and could I please start on Tuesday? First interview Wednesday, second interview Friday, starting on Tuesday?! They apparently took me a little too literally when I said I could start immediately. Can we say slight panic? I had to pack, buy new clothes, etc. (The clothes were especially important since 3 of my last 4 workplaces were casual environments, so I had nothing to wear that was business casual!)
I kept joking that the planets were aligning with regards to this job. I sent the resume, got the interview within mere minutes, my dad could give me a ride (thus negating a 4 hour bus ride), I got the second interview, and then I got the offer! Yes, the planets aligned indeed!
Oh yeah, one other small problem with starting work on Tuesday. I have no place to live in Toronto. Hrm. This is when I called in favours. My friend from university, Stacy, was kind enough to offer me a place to crash for the first two nights, and my high school friend, Michelle, was nice enough to give up her bed too. (And I literally mean her bed: She doesn't go to bed till 3am whereas I have to be up and at work by 8:30am, so she chose to sleep on the living couch so she could continue to stay up late.)
So essentially I arrived in Toronto on Monday, got my transit passes, found my way to work, etc., and then I started the next day! I can't really tell you what my first week has been like - it has been crazy information overload! I was in training all week and so on. There's so much more to this job than I anticipated. I guess I'll just have to rise to the challenge!
Also, when I applied to this job, I didn't realize just how quite well known the program, or my boss, was! My supervisor (Dr. Heathcote) threw an annual socializing bash at her house on Thursday, and while I was going there with some of my coworkers, I found out that Dr. Heathcote is one of the top three, if not the most well known doctor in her field! Also, the liver clinic where the course is kind of based out of (I say "Kind of" because this is a national program) is also one of the foremost in its field. Yikes! Can we say intimidation factor???
Anyways, as I was saying, I spent my first week going to work and stressing. It probably wouldn't have been too bad, but then I'd come back to my friends' apartments and stress about housing too! I didn't realize how expensive Toronto housing was, and how difficult it would be to find a place! I called and saw a few, but they weren't the greatest, or they had already been rented!
But hooray for me, the planets aligned one more time! On Friday I was looking at apartments online. I half heartedly phoned a bunch to find out more information. I was generally in one of those, "Woe is me" moods - sad, intimidated, etc... The next morning I went to go see one of the apartments that I had made an appointment with.
PRETTY! I was salivating on the floor looking at the place! It's a basement apartment with only two windows but it's newly renovated (heck, they haven't even finished the place!) with its own set of laundry machines! It's so big compared to some of the other places I've seen! I left with the rental application and came back within an hour. I pretty much bullied the landlord into signing the lease (he wasn't going to sign anything till tomorrow) but we worked it out. So tomorrow, assuming the credit he runs on me goes well, I'll move into my new place! (Ignore the fact that it's unfurnished for now - I have a sleeping bag and I went home last night and gathered a plate, frying pan, etc.)
So that's my life in a nutshell. Tomorrow I have an orientation session and then the real work begins! I shall endeavor to update more often now that I have a job and am living in the big city again. :)
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I've been job hunting. Well, two weeks ago, I sent my resume to the University Health Network in Toronto at 4:17PM. 8 minutes later, I got an email asking me to come for the first round of interviews. Wow!
Later that night, I found out that my father had the day off, and he was kind enough to offer me a ride to Toronto. So off we rode so I could have an interview for an Administrative Coordinator position.
I wasn't quite sure how the interview went. Some questions went well, but the girl who was interviewing me (and whom I would be replacing) had the greatest poker face in the world, so I was never sure where my answers sat with her. She also told me more about the position itself. Essentially the Admin Coordinator role is responsible for running the National Canadian Research Training Program in Hepatitis C. That includes coordinating weekly web conferences, planning the annual meeting in Banff, and bookkeeping. Yikes!
The interview was on a Wednesday. On Thursday I got the call back to come in on Friday. This time the interview included the same girl as Wednesday as well as the current director of the program, a Dr. Heathcote. The interview was much more a "getting to know the personal side of you" kind of interview. I yammered on and on, all the while thinking, "Shut me up!"
Well, apparently my yammering worked. By the time I arrived home that night, there was an email offering me the job and could I please start on Tuesday? First interview Wednesday, second interview Friday, starting on Tuesday?! They apparently took me a little too literally when I said I could start immediately. Can we say slight panic? I had to pack, buy new clothes, etc. (The clothes were especially important since 3 of my last 4 workplaces were casual environments, so I had nothing to wear that was business casual!)
I kept joking that the planets were aligning with regards to this job. I sent the resume, got the interview within mere minutes, my dad could give me a ride (thus negating a 4 hour bus ride), I got the second interview, and then I got the offer! Yes, the planets aligned indeed!
Oh yeah, one other small problem with starting work on Tuesday. I have no place to live in Toronto. Hrm. This is when I called in favours. My friend from university, Stacy, was kind enough to offer me a place to crash for the first two nights, and my high school friend, Michelle, was nice enough to give up her bed too. (And I literally mean her bed: She doesn't go to bed till 3am whereas I have to be up and at work by 8:30am, so she chose to sleep on the living couch so she could continue to stay up late.)
So essentially I arrived in Toronto on Monday, got my transit passes, found my way to work, etc., and then I started the next day! I can't really tell you what my first week has been like - it has been crazy information overload! I was in training all week and so on. There's so much more to this job than I anticipated. I guess I'll just have to rise to the challenge!
Also, when I applied to this job, I didn't realize just how quite well known the program, or my boss, was! My supervisor (Dr. Heathcote) threw an annual socializing bash at her house on Thursday, and while I was going there with some of my coworkers, I found out that Dr. Heathcote is one of the top three, if not the most well known doctor in her field! Also, the liver clinic where the course is kind of based out of (I say "Kind of" because this is a national program) is also one of the foremost in its field. Yikes! Can we say intimidation factor???
Anyways, as I was saying, I spent my first week going to work and stressing. It probably wouldn't have been too bad, but then I'd come back to my friends' apartments and stress about housing too! I didn't realize how expensive Toronto housing was, and how difficult it would be to find a place! I called and saw a few, but they weren't the greatest, or they had already been rented!
But hooray for me, the planets aligned one more time! On Friday I was looking at apartments online. I half heartedly phoned a bunch to find out more information. I was generally in one of those, "Woe is me" moods - sad, intimidated, etc... The next morning I went to go see one of the apartments that I had made an appointment with.
PRETTY! I was salivating on the floor looking at the place! It's a basement apartment with only two windows but it's newly renovated (heck, they haven't even finished the place!) with its own set of laundry machines! It's so big compared to some of the other places I've seen! I left with the rental application and came back within an hour. I pretty much bullied the landlord into signing the lease (he wasn't going to sign anything till tomorrow) but we worked it out. So tomorrow, assuming the credit he runs on me goes well, I'll move into my new place! (Ignore the fact that it's unfurnished for now - I have a sleeping bag and I went home last night and gathered a plate, frying pan, etc.)
So that's my life in a nutshell. Tomorrow I have an orientation session and then the real work begins! I shall endeavor to update more often now that I have a job and am living in the big city again. :)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
I see dead people
My cat totally creeped me out last night. We were sitting on the couch, me watching a movie, her being petted by me, totally content and relaxed with each other. Suddenly, she launches upwards on point, growls deep down in her chest, and stares at something just over my left shoulder.
I'm at home by myself, it's night, and my back is to the empty hallway. I was almost afraid to turn around because I half way expected some burglar to be standing there. But there wasn't. There was nothing at all behind me, but the cat was still staring fixedly on nothing.
Makes you wonder if animals can sense spirits after all...
I'm at home by myself, it's night, and my back is to the empty hallway. I was almost afraid to turn around because I half way expected some burglar to be standing there. But there wasn't. There was nothing at all behind me, but the cat was still staring fixedly on nothing.
Makes you wonder if animals can sense spirits after all...
Friday, July 04, 2008
50 Facts that Should Change the World
Found this interesting link on the web today: 50 Facts That Should Change The World. Some were scary, some were sad.
The only facts that I urge you not to take too seriously are the ones that are criminal in nature (especially the ones that mention the developing world). E.g. the child soldiers fact - no one can truly know how many child soldiers there are. The number, 300000, appeared in literature somewhere and no one has been able to figure out its origins. So the numbers could be higher or lower.
The only facts that I urge you not to take too seriously are the ones that are criminal in nature (especially the ones that mention the developing world). E.g. the child soldiers fact - no one can truly know how many child soldiers there are. The number, 300000, appeared in literature somewhere and no one has been able to figure out its origins. So the numbers could be higher or lower.
Ghost busters
Several weeks ago the doorbell to our apartment rang. I answered the door to find two young guys around my age standing there. They introduced themselves, saying they were from Pennsylvania and were from the TV show, "Ghostly Encounters." (I had never heard of it.) The one fellow explained that my home town was apparently as a "hot spot" for ghost stories and they wanted to know if I, or anyone I knew, had ever experienced an encounter from a non-earthly being.
Throughout this whole spiel, I was nodding like an idiot. Sure I don't really believe in ghosts, but a TV show (which I have heard of) actually did recently come to Owen Sound to do a feature on an older building in our town, the Billy Bishop Museum. So I didn't really question that these guys were who they said they were.
After they asked me about any potential "encounters," the dude doing all the talking started laughing. It turns out that they were actually representing Foster Parents Plan and were looking for people to sponsor needy children. They laughed when I explained why I didn't question their cover story.
But still, that conversation was beyond strange. Their whole joke about being ghost hunters took about 3-4 minutes to get through. So what was the point? It was so random.
Throughout this whole spiel, I was nodding like an idiot. Sure I don't really believe in ghosts, but a TV show (which I have heard of) actually did recently come to Owen Sound to do a feature on an older building in our town, the Billy Bishop Museum. So I didn't really question that these guys were who they said they were.
After they asked me about any potential "encounters," the dude doing all the talking started laughing. It turns out that they were actually representing Foster Parents Plan and were looking for people to sponsor needy children. They laughed when I explained why I didn't question their cover story.
But still, that conversation was beyond strange. Their whole joke about being ghost hunters took about 3-4 minutes to get through. So what was the point? It was so random.
Taking them all with me!
I think I tried to poison my parents and I last night. I made a kickass wonderful meal of chicken drumsticks, mashed potatoes, corn, carrots, and homemade bread. It was delicious! The only pain in the butt thing about it was that the chicken took a lot longer to cook than anticipated. We ended up microwaving the chicken just so it would cook faster.
Well, something must have gone wrong with the food. This morning I woke up feeling very ill. When my dad phoned later, apparently he had been feeling sick too. My mom just came home and admitted that she had suffered the same symptoms... We don't seem to have food poisoning since the symptoms passed very quickly, but given the evidence, I believe I shall throw out the leftover chicken.
I dub myself, "The Assassin Chef!"
Well, something must have gone wrong with the food. This morning I woke up feeling very ill. When my dad phoned later, apparently he had been feeling sick too. My mom just came home and admitted that she had suffered the same symptoms... We don't seem to have food poisoning since the symptoms passed very quickly, but given the evidence, I believe I shall throw out the leftover chicken.
I dub myself, "The Assassin Chef!"
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Death of my tastebuds
Tonight, my mother made a cake. She decided to use a pre-made cake mix and packaged icing. The cake was delicious, but something went terrible wrong with the icing.
She used "Added Touch" vanilla flavoured icing. I could hear her in the kitchen griping about the icing being kind of weird - it wasn't whipping the way it should. She actually had to get a fork out and break apart the dry lumps.
When she went to get the cake from the cooling rack, I sneaked into the kitchen and swiped my finger in the icing bowl to get a quick treat. I started to run away from the scene of the crime, but that's when the taste in my mouth hit me.
Oh boy, something went wrong with that icing. Terribly wrong. With each step I took, the taste in my mouth got worse. It was like eating sour paint. I wasn't sure if it was just me, so I stopped my mom from putting the icing on the cake and took the icing out to my father to try. (I'd have offered it to my mom, but she has no sense of taste.) My dad was so revolted by the icing's taste that he actually spat it back into the bowl.
We suspect that the packaged icing had gone bad. I opened the second (unopened) package that my had left out, and it too had a terrible odor. Needless to say, the icing got thrown out (in the outside garbage - I couldn't stand the idea of having it sit in our kitchen garbage), and my mom ran out to buy some new icing.
The worst thing is that the taste lingered! Both my dad and I had to find something else to eat to get rid of the god awful flavour!
She used "Added Touch" vanilla flavoured icing. I could hear her in the kitchen griping about the icing being kind of weird - it wasn't whipping the way it should. She actually had to get a fork out and break apart the dry lumps.
When she went to get the cake from the cooling rack, I sneaked into the kitchen and swiped my finger in the icing bowl to get a quick treat. I started to run away from the scene of the crime, but that's when the taste in my mouth hit me.
Oh boy, something went wrong with that icing. Terribly wrong. With each step I took, the taste in my mouth got worse. It was like eating sour paint. I wasn't sure if it was just me, so I stopped my mom from putting the icing on the cake and took the icing out to my father to try. (I'd have offered it to my mom, but she has no sense of taste.) My dad was so revolted by the icing's taste that he actually spat it back into the bowl.
We suspect that the packaged icing had gone bad. I opened the second (unopened) package that my had left out, and it too had a terrible odor. Needless to say, the icing got thrown out (in the outside garbage - I couldn't stand the idea of having it sit in our kitchen garbage), and my mom ran out to buy some new icing.
The worst thing is that the taste lingered! Both my dad and I had to find something else to eat to get rid of the god awful flavour!
Monday, June 09, 2008
Taro soup sadness
One of my fave things to eat in Hong Kong was Taro/Sago soup. It's a soupy mixture of sago (tapioca pearls), taro root, and coconut milk. I remember watching Peggy making it once and it seemed really easy. I finally decided to make my own soup but couldn't remember how to make it, so I decided to frankenstein a pot of it by mixing a couple of recipes I found off the internet.
To make the soup, I had to search far and wide for the ingredients. I literally travelled to a small town about 1.5 hours away from Owen Sound to get the sago. Then this weekend while I was in Kitchener, I popped into an Asian grocery store to buy taro root. (Of course, it wasn't till I got into the store before I realized that I didn't even know what taro root looked like! I had to ask a random customer to point it out to me.)
Making the soup was a painful process.
Cooking the taro wasn't difficult, but chopping it up was. That damned root was hard! The sago turned obtained a glue-like consistency when I started cooking it. It took FOREVER to cook through. One of the recipes I was using also said that I had to drain and rinse the sago in cold water. When I did so, I promptly clogged my colander with the starchy glue stuff floating at the top of the pot. It took two colanders with multiple cleanings in between before I could finally rinse the sago properly.
Adding the taro and sago to the coconut soup base was easy. Now I have a large pot full of coconut milk, taro, and sago and it looks exactly the way I remember it! Unfortunately, it kinda tastes like crap. :( I added some honey to my current bowl, but now it tastes like bland chunky soup with a dash of honey.
I wish I knew how the Zhongsan Fishing Village restaurant made their sago soup - there was grapefruit in theirs and it was delicious!
So now I'm sitting here, trying to choke down my bowl of soup, simply because I refuse to throw it out. Next bowl, I'll try using regular white or brown sugar instead of honey.
If anyone else has made taro/sago soup before, can they offer their own recipe or suggestions on how to make it?
To make the soup, I had to search far and wide for the ingredients. I literally travelled to a small town about 1.5 hours away from Owen Sound to get the sago. Then this weekend while I was in Kitchener, I popped into an Asian grocery store to buy taro root. (Of course, it wasn't till I got into the store before I realized that I didn't even know what taro root looked like! I had to ask a random customer to point it out to me.)
Making the soup was a painful process.
Cooking the taro wasn't difficult, but chopping it up was. That damned root was hard! The sago turned obtained a glue-like consistency when I started cooking it. It took FOREVER to cook through. One of the recipes I was using also said that I had to drain and rinse the sago in cold water. When I did so, I promptly clogged my colander with the starchy glue stuff floating at the top of the pot. It took two colanders with multiple cleanings in between before I could finally rinse the sago properly.
Adding the taro and sago to the coconut soup base was easy. Now I have a large pot full of coconut milk, taro, and sago and it looks exactly the way I remember it! Unfortunately, it kinda tastes like crap. :( I added some honey to my current bowl, but now it tastes like bland chunky soup with a dash of honey.
I wish I knew how the Zhongsan Fishing Village restaurant made their sago soup - there was grapefruit in theirs and it was delicious!
So now I'm sitting here, trying to choke down my bowl of soup, simply because I refuse to throw it out. Next bowl, I'll try using regular white or brown sugar instead of honey.
If anyone else has made taro/sago soup before, can they offer their own recipe or suggestions on how to make it?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Please stand by: We are suffering technical difficulties
Bwahahahaaa. I'm sitting here watching CBC news right now. The commercials just ended and the weather forecast came on with a woman explaining everything... But there was no sound. She's standing there yapping away, pointing out the temperatures and everything... And then I guess someone realized there was no sound.
She starts twisting around to check her microphone, pauses, turns back to the camera, smiles and makes the "One second" gesture and says it (silently), and then the channel cut back to commercials.
I'm still waiting for the forecast...
She starts twisting around to check her microphone, pauses, turns back to the camera, smiles and makes the "One second" gesture and says it (silently), and then the channel cut back to commercials.
I'm still waiting for the forecast...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Important words
I seem to be in a poetry mood lately, and so I thought I'd toss out a few of my favourite poems.
First I'd like to relink to this post. Because it still presents an beautiful but sad image.
Recently I was reading a short story and the story referenced a poem by Pastor Martin Niemöller who lived in Germany during the Nazi occupation. I've heard the poem before, but never really knew its origins. According to Wikipedia, this poem was Niemöller's response to the German intellectuals' response during the Nazi rise to power. Here you have it:
First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Communist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Jew.
Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up,
because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left
to speak up for me.
Suddenly I've been beset by a fit of laziness. So I shall instead merely link to other famous poems that are either really powerful for me, or just really pretty.
"If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda. I actually just found this poem while looking for a poem website. I liked the pretty imagery in it.
"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. Let's face it, we've all read this poem before, but it's so powerfully symbolic that I had to include it here.
"Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley. I have always loved this poem since I first read it in grade 10 English. I love how the author shows how fleeting life can truly be. Imagine what our lands will look like in hundreds of years.
"The Listeners" by Walter De La Mare. This poem has always intrigued me. It's a creepy but good snapshot. I'm always left wondering what the traveller was doing and why. The poem's cadence is among the best I've read.
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. Okay, so this poem isn't exactly profound (at least in my opinion) but I love the imagery in it. You can imagine yourself in the rider's place.
"Charge of the Light Brigade" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Once again here's a poem I first heard in grade 10 English. The thing that draws me to it is the rhythm - meant to sound like galloping horses.
Those are a few of my fave poems that I can think of off the top of my head.
First I'd like to relink to this post. Because it still presents an beautiful but sad image.
Recently I was reading a short story and the story referenced a poem by Pastor Martin Niemöller who lived in Germany during the Nazi occupation. I've heard the poem before, but never really knew its origins. According to Wikipedia, this poem was Niemöller's response to the German intellectuals' response during the Nazi rise to power. Here you have it:
- First They Came...
First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Communist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up,
because I wasn’t a Jew.
Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up,
because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left
to speak up for me.
Suddenly I've been beset by a fit of laziness. So I shall instead merely link to other famous poems that are either really powerful for me, or just really pretty.
Those are a few of my fave poems that I can think of off the top of my head.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Walking the line
My mother's union went on strike last Thursday. Since I'm unemployed (and believe in their cause of course), I've joined them on the picket lines outside their workplace.
This isn't the first time I've been on a picket line. Back in 1996, my father's union went on strike for 7 weeks. I was about 13 or 14 years old then and he took me on the picket lines with him. We even traveled to Toronto to take part in the massive demonstrations in front of the Legislative Assembly of Ontario. I don't have many memories of the strike, but now that I'm older, I realize that my view of unions is very different from others.
I've met a lot of people over the years who are vehemently anti-union, and to be honest, I just can't understand why! My father has been a union member for my entire life. My mom has been a union member since 2004. To me, unions are a Good Thing. My History courses have shown how hard people have fought for the right to have unions. They're meant to help protect employees from their own companies and whatnot. The fact that they still serve the same purpose today makes me rather proud.
My mother's coworkers went on strike because they feel they aren't getting paid enough. The union conducted a survey and discovered that their salaries are in the bottom third for similar positions in the province. Then they found out that their managers are in the top third salary-wise. The union was demanding a pay raise - not even to be brought up to the absolute middle of the scale - no, they just want a raise to the lower middle area of the salary scale. Management told them that there simply wasn't any money to give them the raise. The big controversy now is due to the fact that the company recently built a brand new building that costs around $20 million! There's a lot of superfluous spending and needless additions (e.g. an exercise room that has no exercise equipment, a drive-thru window that's doomed to be environmentally-unfriendly, etc.). So when Management has the money to spend on this garish ugly building (nicknamed by the public as the "Taj Mahal", or the "Copper Kettle") but not the money to spend on their employees, it looks bad. Also, the Board of Directors has told Management that the pickets SHOULD be brought up to a fair wage.
Given the fact that unions are legally recognized, and they have certain rights, it's amazing how people have been reacting to the picketers. Employees on strike have the right to hold traffic up for 10 minutes. Apparently, no one told this to Management. I saw one manager actually bump 3 women with her car because she refused to be held up (which we have the LEGAL RIGHT TO DO). Another picketer got hit immediately after, and even had to be taken to the hospital because of minor injuries. She's probably going to end up pressing charges.
While walking along the picket line, we've received an amazing amount of support. People honk their horns as they pass by (much to the annoyance of Management who can hear all of this and are getting complaints from the neighbors about the noise - but the neighbors are deliberately complaining because the more they bug Management, the more Management will need to give into the union's demands). We've been receiving coffee and treats from members of the public and even from people who are still working in the workplace. Not everyone has been pleasant though. Some people have driven or walked by and yelled at the pickets for being greedy and whatnot. People don't seem to understand that a union won't go on strike unless they feel really strongly about the issue! They don't get paid while they're on strike, or if they do, it's usually only $25 A DAY. Obviously they'd much rather be at work than on the line. One or two people have made rude gestures, and one fellow went on a 5 minute temper tantrum. Overall though, the good has outweighed the bad by a long shot.
What's also surprising me is how personal people are letting things become. Some situations are understandable. For example, one union member was offered a full-time non-union job about 2 days before the strike, so she's been crossing the picket lines and according to inside gossip, she's been taking on some of the picketers work, making her a Scab. But even the reaction from Management is surprising. After the strike is over, both Management and the picketers are going to have to work together - but there's going to be A LOT of bad blood between the two groups. I don't get why Management can't be pleasant and just wait for the 10 minutes while we hold them up and so on. Instead, it's rather childish, they completely ignore us on their ways in and out. Also, amusingly, they have a small web camera pointed out the window and are watching us with it the ENTIRE time!
Luckily the other employees inside the building are being very supportive. ONA, the union for the nurses and public health inspectors, have encouraged their members to join us on their breaks and lunch hours. They've also been instructed to try to avoid taking on the work of the union members (within reason), and so on. Other unions from around the city have stopped by to help and disrupt the work inside the building. On Friday, some correctional services workers (aka jail guards) came to join us on the picket line. Canada Post and a bunch of the courier companies refuse to cross the picket lines too.
All in all, it has been a very interesting experience being on the picket line now that I'm old enough to appreciate the intricacies of the situation. I have a lot more appreciation for unions and the laws that help govern their relations with the workplace. So if you see a group of employees on strike sometime, give them a honk or a wave or anything to let them know that you support, or at least acknowledge their complaints! Go OPSEU!
This isn't the first time I've been on a picket line. Back in 1996, my father's union went on strike for 7 weeks. I was about 13 or 14 years old then and he took me on the picket lines with him. We even traveled to Toronto to take part in the massive demonstrations in front of the Legislative Assembly of Ontario. I don't have many memories of the strike, but now that I'm older, I realize that my view of unions is very different from others.
I've met a lot of people over the years who are vehemently anti-union, and to be honest, I just can't understand why! My father has been a union member for my entire life. My mom has been a union member since 2004. To me, unions are a Good Thing. My History courses have shown how hard people have fought for the right to have unions. They're meant to help protect employees from their own companies and whatnot. The fact that they still serve the same purpose today makes me rather proud.
My mother's coworkers went on strike because they feel they aren't getting paid enough. The union conducted a survey and discovered that their salaries are in the bottom third for similar positions in the province. Then they found out that their managers are in the top third salary-wise. The union was demanding a pay raise - not even to be brought up to the absolute middle of the scale - no, they just want a raise to the lower middle area of the salary scale. Management told them that there simply wasn't any money to give them the raise. The big controversy now is due to the fact that the company recently built a brand new building that costs around $20 million! There's a lot of superfluous spending and needless additions (e.g. an exercise room that has no exercise equipment, a drive-thru window that's doomed to be environmentally-unfriendly, etc.). So when Management has the money to spend on this garish ugly building (nicknamed by the public as the "Taj Mahal", or the "Copper Kettle") but not the money to spend on their employees, it looks bad. Also, the Board of Directors has told Management that the pickets SHOULD be brought up to a fair wage.
Given the fact that unions are legally recognized, and they have certain rights, it's amazing how people have been reacting to the picketers. Employees on strike have the right to hold traffic up for 10 minutes. Apparently, no one told this to Management. I saw one manager actually bump 3 women with her car because she refused to be held up (which we have the LEGAL RIGHT TO DO). Another picketer got hit immediately after, and even had to be taken to the hospital because of minor injuries. She's probably going to end up pressing charges.
While walking along the picket line, we've received an amazing amount of support. People honk their horns as they pass by (much to the annoyance of Management who can hear all of this and are getting complaints from the neighbors about the noise - but the neighbors are deliberately complaining because the more they bug Management, the more Management will need to give into the union's demands). We've been receiving coffee and treats from members of the public and even from people who are still working in the workplace. Not everyone has been pleasant though. Some people have driven or walked by and yelled at the pickets for being greedy and whatnot. People don't seem to understand that a union won't go on strike unless they feel really strongly about the issue! They don't get paid while they're on strike, or if they do, it's usually only $25 A DAY. Obviously they'd much rather be at work than on the line. One or two people have made rude gestures, and one fellow went on a 5 minute temper tantrum. Overall though, the good has outweighed the bad by a long shot.
What's also surprising me is how personal people are letting things become. Some situations are understandable. For example, one union member was offered a full-time non-union job about 2 days before the strike, so she's been crossing the picket lines and according to inside gossip, she's been taking on some of the picketers work, making her a Scab. But even the reaction from Management is surprising. After the strike is over, both Management and the picketers are going to have to work together - but there's going to be A LOT of bad blood between the two groups. I don't get why Management can't be pleasant and just wait for the 10 minutes while we hold them up and so on. Instead, it's rather childish, they completely ignore us on their ways in and out. Also, amusingly, they have a small web camera pointed out the window and are watching us with it the ENTIRE time!
Luckily the other employees inside the building are being very supportive. ONA, the union for the nurses and public health inspectors, have encouraged their members to join us on their breaks and lunch hours. They've also been instructed to try to avoid taking on the work of the union members (within reason), and so on. Other unions from around the city have stopped by to help and disrupt the work inside the building. On Friday, some correctional services workers (aka jail guards) came to join us on the picket line. Canada Post and a bunch of the courier companies refuse to cross the picket lines too.
All in all, it has been a very interesting experience being on the picket line now that I'm old enough to appreciate the intricacies of the situation. I have a lot more appreciation for unions and the laws that help govern their relations with the workplace. So if you see a group of employees on strike sometime, give them a honk or a wave or anything to let them know that you support, or at least acknowledge their complaints! Go OPSEU!
Monday, April 07, 2008
Square peg, round hole
I've been cooking dinner for my parents quite often since I've been home. Since I do the cooking, they wash the dishes afterwards. This is a quick recap of last night's conversation/events in the kitchen.
> Mau pulls out the ingredients for dinner.
> Mau fetches her favourite sharp knife that comes with its own sharpening sheath.
> Mau looks at the knife and does a double-take.
> Mau yells at her mother, "You IDIOT! You put the knife in the sharpener UPSIDE DOWN!"
> Mau's mother starts laughing and comments, "I was wondering why it was so difficult to put in the sheath!"
> Mau's father covers his face with shame.
The whole situation was hilarious because I didn't even think before I bellowed out at my mom. I thought most people realized that if something wasn't moving easily, you shouldn't force it! LOL. I was completely dumbfounded that she managed to shove the knife into the plastic sheath. Unfortunately it seems like the sharpener is broken - I need to get a screw driver to pry it out this evening.
> Mau pulls out the ingredients for dinner.
> Mau fetches her favourite sharp knife that comes with its own sharpening sheath.
> Mau looks at the knife and does a double-take.
> Mau yells at her mother, "You IDIOT! You put the knife in the sharpener UPSIDE DOWN!"
> Mau's mother starts laughing and comments, "I was wondering why it was so difficult to put in the sheath!"
> Mau's father covers his face with shame.
The whole situation was hilarious because I didn't even think before I bellowed out at my mom. I thought most people realized that if something wasn't moving easily, you shouldn't force it! LOL. I was completely dumbfounded that she managed to shove the knife into the plastic sheath. Unfortunately it seems like the sharpener is broken - I need to get a screw driver to pry it out this evening.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Car Karma
Oh Cathy, you and your car amuse me to no end.
This afternoon I arranged to meet Cathy for a lunch date. She ended up driving us to this little bagel restaurant near Bank and Holmwood. When we arrived, I hopped out of the car, locked my door, and started toward the restaurant door. That's when I heard, "Uh oh," behind me.
I turn around and see Cathy looking wide-eyed, trying my door handle. All she says is, "Maureen, I think I just locked my keys in my car!" Sure enough, she has done just that. And to top it all off, somehow she exited her vehicle while it was still running. She surmises that she must have opened her car door to see how close to the parking lines she was, and then instead of pulling out her keys, she just stepped out of the vehicle and locked it with the button like normal.
Luckily, or I guess I should say unluckily, she had had car problems earlier in the week and ended up signing up for a CAA membership. She was able to pull out her brand new membership card and call for some help.
It was interesting to watch her reactions to the whole situation though. Most people would have started panicking or gotten all irritated and angry at themselves. Except for her shock of doing something as silly as locking her keys in her car, Cathy was cool about the whole situation. She just pulled out her membership and made the call. Yes, she's quite the person to have by your side in an emergency.
Also, another bonus to the afternoon is that while we were waiting for CAA to appear, we stood outside by her car chatting. After about 20 minutes, one of the employees from Kettleman's restaurant came outside and gave us two free bagels, fresh from the oven for free! That was so kind of them! And I'll have you know that when CAA finally arrived and we were able to go in and enjoy our lunch, the bagel sandwiches from Kettleman's were delicious.
This afternoon I arranged to meet Cathy for a lunch date. She ended up driving us to this little bagel restaurant near Bank and Holmwood. When we arrived, I hopped out of the car, locked my door, and started toward the restaurant door. That's when I heard, "Uh oh," behind me.
I turn around and see Cathy looking wide-eyed, trying my door handle. All she says is, "Maureen, I think I just locked my keys in my car!" Sure enough, she has done just that. And to top it all off, somehow she exited her vehicle while it was still running. She surmises that she must have opened her car door to see how close to the parking lines she was, and then instead of pulling out her keys, she just stepped out of the vehicle and locked it with the button like normal.
Luckily, or I guess I should say unluckily, she had had car problems earlier in the week and ended up signing up for a CAA membership. She was able to pull out her brand new membership card and call for some help.
It was interesting to watch her reactions to the whole situation though. Most people would have started panicking or gotten all irritated and angry at themselves. Except for her shock of doing something as silly as locking her keys in her car, Cathy was cool about the whole situation. She just pulled out her membership and made the call. Yes, she's quite the person to have by your side in an emergency.
Also, another bonus to the afternoon is that while we were waiting for CAA to appear, we stood outside by her car chatting. After about 20 minutes, one of the employees from Kettleman's restaurant came outside and gave us two free bagels, fresh from the oven for free! That was so kind of them! And I'll have you know that when CAA finally arrived and we were able to go in and enjoy our lunch, the bagel sandwiches from Kettleman's were delicious.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
Strange habits
Everyone has little habits or ways of doing things that really make no sense but they believe that their actions make a difference. I know myself that I have certain foibles and ways of doing things that probably don't have any scientific backing to them (not that I can think of any examples right now).
I must share with you one of my roommate's actions today that actually made me laugh out loud.
This afternoon when I exited my bedroom I saw that my roomie was cooking her lunch. The strange thing though was that she had a tea towel draped over her head. It wasn't wrapped around, it wasn't tucked in or anything. It was like she had laid a newspaper on her head. I paused and stared at her and she saw that I was looking, but I just shook my head and said, "I'm not going to ask."
She then proceeded to explain to me that the tea towel was to protect her hair from absorbing the smell of her food. She had had a shower in the morning and didn't want the smell to permeate her hair.
I'd like to remind you that this woman has a degree in Biology and is getting a second degree in Environmental Engineering. On what planet could you believe that laying a tea towel on your head while standing over your pot would stop the smell from getting into your hair? Nevermind the hair, she was wearing her clothes for the day, her skin was exposed, etc. But this single thin piece of fabric, which covered maybe a quart of her hair (which is long and hangs to the top of her shoulders) was supposed to stop the smell?
I should probably mention that the towel had been nicely folded earlier, and thus the creases in the fabric created a little peak that seemed to act more like a chimney, drawing the steam into it rather than blocking it.
I can't wait to move out.
I must share with you one of my roommate's actions today that actually made me laugh out loud.
This afternoon when I exited my bedroom I saw that my roomie was cooking her lunch. The strange thing though was that she had a tea towel draped over her head. It wasn't wrapped around, it wasn't tucked in or anything. It was like she had laid a newspaper on her head. I paused and stared at her and she saw that I was looking, but I just shook my head and said, "I'm not going to ask."
She then proceeded to explain to me that the tea towel was to protect her hair from absorbing the smell of her food. She had had a shower in the morning and didn't want the smell to permeate her hair.
I'd like to remind you that this woman has a degree in Biology and is getting a second degree in Environmental Engineering. On what planet could you believe that laying a tea towel on your head while standing over your pot would stop the smell from getting into your hair? Nevermind the hair, she was wearing her clothes for the day, her skin was exposed, etc. But this single thin piece of fabric, which covered maybe a quart of her hair (which is long and hangs to the top of her shoulders) was supposed to stop the smell?
I should probably mention that the towel had been nicely folded earlier, and thus the creases in the fabric created a little peak that seemed to act more like a chimney, drawing the steam into it rather than blocking it.
I can't wait to move out.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Officially withdrawn
I called the Grad Studies office at Carleton today. It's official - I'm no longer a Carleton U student. Umm, yay?
I have to admit, now that I'm over the shock of deciding to withdraw from grad school, part of me regrets it. I think it's like the trauma of childbirth. At the time it hurts and scares you so much that you never want to have a child again, but then time fades the memories and you're willing to go through it again.
At the time of my original decision to withdraw, I was so stressed out and then so relieved when I "escaped" from grad studies, but now I miss going to classes, reading articles, and so on. I remember being miserable and struggling, but it's like there's a fog between myself and the misery I experienced.
On a more positive note, I have another interview on Monday! Yay me!
I have to admit, now that I'm over the shock of deciding to withdraw from grad school, part of me regrets it. I think it's like the trauma of childbirth. At the time it hurts and scares you so much that you never want to have a child again, but then time fades the memories and you're willing to go through it again.
At the time of my original decision to withdraw, I was so stressed out and then so relieved when I "escaped" from grad studies, but now I miss going to classes, reading articles, and so on. I remember being miserable and struggling, but it's like there's a fog between myself and the misery I experienced.
On a more positive note, I have another interview on Monday! Yay me!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Hallucinations
I've been up late several nights in a row. And by late, I mean staying up till 2-4am. One of the reasons is that I found one of my favourite comic strips, "For Better or Worse," posted online, and I've been catching up on the archives from 2003 to present day!
Last night though, I started to wonder if the lack of sleep was catching up with me. Around 2am I blinked and stared at the current comic strip I was looking at more closely. I could have SWORN the speaker in the one panel's eyes moved!
I paused and started staring at the panel, waiting, no, DARING the stationary character to move again. And it did! LOL, for some reason, the comic strips posted online in 2005 started having animated sections. Random people will blink, a person in the background will move, etc. It was rather disconcerting at first, but now I'm just relieved to know that I'm not hallucinating.
Last night though, I started to wonder if the lack of sleep was catching up with me. Around 2am I blinked and stared at the current comic strip I was looking at more closely. I could have SWORN the speaker in the one panel's eyes moved!
I paused and started staring at the panel, waiting, no, DARING the stationary character to move again. And it did! LOL, for some reason, the comic strips posted online in 2005 started having animated sections. Random people will blink, a person in the background will move, etc. It was rather disconcerting at first, but now I'm just relieved to know that I'm not hallucinating.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Losing my flip flops
I never used to wear flip flops. And I especially never wore footwear in the house. When I first went to university though, I had to buy a pair of shower shoes. My purchase took the form of a pair of $2 flip flops from WalMart.
I got so used to wearing the flip flops that I rarely took them off. I wore them not only to the shower, but also to the cafeteria, around my residence, and pretty much everywhere (except outside).
Surprisingly those flip flops lasted me for 4 years - not bad for only spending a toonie on them! They finally broke when I was in Hong Kong. I had to replace them, and ended up buying a pair of Diesel brand name flip flops while in Thailand. Unfortunately they were terrible fake products. They had had flowers painted on them. I think the flowers rubbed off in two days. Oh well. They're still ridiculously comfortable.
In my current residence, I keep losing a single flip flop (usually the right foot one). How do I do this? It happens when I go to sit at my computer desk. Without thinking, when I first sit down, I usually sit with my right foot curled up beneath me, which means I kick off my right flip flop before sitting down. Later I'll shift positions, and automatically go seek out my flip flop, only to find it's not beneath my desk. It's beside it.
I don't know how I continue to surprise myself by doing this. I've been "losing" my flip flop since I first moved in, but I'm also surprised (and amused) when I have to lean over, grab it, and throw it to my foot.
I think it's even more amusing that I'm actually dedicating an entire post to my flip flops, but hey, they're now a necessity of life for me. Anytime I take a trip anywhere, I always pack my flip flops for wandering around my new accomodations.
I got so used to wearing the flip flops that I rarely took them off. I wore them not only to the shower, but also to the cafeteria, around my residence, and pretty much everywhere (except outside).
Surprisingly those flip flops lasted me for 4 years - not bad for only spending a toonie on them! They finally broke when I was in Hong Kong. I had to replace them, and ended up buying a pair of Diesel brand name flip flops while in Thailand. Unfortunately they were terrible fake products. They had had flowers painted on them. I think the flowers rubbed off in two days. Oh well. They're still ridiculously comfortable.
In my current residence, I keep losing a single flip flop (usually the right foot one). How do I do this? It happens when I go to sit at my computer desk. Without thinking, when I first sit down, I usually sit with my right foot curled up beneath me, which means I kick off my right flip flop before sitting down. Later I'll shift positions, and automatically go seek out my flip flop, only to find it's not beneath my desk. It's beside it.
I don't know how I continue to surprise myself by doing this. I've been "losing" my flip flop since I first moved in, but I'm also surprised (and amused) when I have to lean over, grab it, and throw it to my foot.
I think it's even more amusing that I'm actually dedicating an entire post to my flip flops, but hey, they're now a necessity of life for me. Anytime I take a trip anywhere, I always pack my flip flops for wandering around my new accomodations.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Asian geek
I'm totally an Asian geek. Last night I dreamt I met one of my fave HK actors, Nicholas Tse. Later on, I had a different dream where I was getting a mini-Mandarin lesson in a random university class.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Delayed departure
I was supposed to be back in Ottawa tonight, but I didn't make it. I got to the train station and went to pick up my ticket about 15 minutes before departure... Only to be told I was supposed to be there 45 minutes early! Apparently there were no seats left for me. :| Luckily I was able to rebook my ticket for tomorrow and hang with my sister and her boyfriend for another day.
We ended up going hiking in Hamilton. Unfortunately, a lot of the trails were really icy, meaning we had to go very slowly. On the way back, we found a much faster method of getting down the icy sections! See the video!
We ended up going hiking in Hamilton. Unfortunately, a lot of the trails were really icy, meaning we had to go very slowly. On the way back, we found a much faster method of getting down the icy sections! See the video!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sweet images
I saw this little poem/story on a web comic I like to read. I found it so beautiful (in a sad kinda way) that I wanted to share it with others. The comic is called Friendly Hostility. This excerpt was from a week the artist took off from the comic. It can be found here.
I knew it was the end when I woke to find you sleeping next to me, grave dirt in your hair, under your fingernails, streaked on your pretty face.
You smelled like the hydrangeas you'd been buried with. Your skin, your skin was translucent, thin and delicate like tissue paper.
It bordered on pale blue, bringing a moonbeam into the golden sunlit morning, into the cotton sheets tangled up on my bed.
I pulled the covers over us, pressed close and tucked your head under my chin like we used to before the accident, and went back to sleep.
I knew it was the end when I woke to find you sleeping next to me, grave dirt in your hair, under your fingernails, streaked on your pretty face.
You smelled like the hydrangeas you'd been buried with. Your skin, your skin was translucent, thin and delicate like tissue paper.
It bordered on pale blue, bringing a moonbeam into the golden sunlit morning, into the cotton sheets tangled up on my bed.
I pulled the covers over us, pressed close and tucked your head under my chin like we used to before the accident, and went back to sleep.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Pre-pain status
I figured I'd type this quick entry out before the pain of my day truly set in.
I went snowshoeing today.
I haven't been snowshooeing since 2004. Cathy and I went to Gatineau Park and rented some snowshoes... We were walking around from 11am to about 2:45pm. I am so not looking forward to tomorrow when the pain sets in. My legs are already stiff and sore, and this is after a hot shower and an evening of relaxation.
We walked along two trails, the easy "Sugarbush Trail" and the "Blanchet Trail." The woman at the Visitor's Centre told us that the Blanchet trail had a few vertical climbs and whatnot, but that it was a good walk. She failed to mention that "vertical climbs" translates into "scaling a mountain"... That's right, somehow Cathy and I managed to snowshoe our way up the side of a mountain.
We probably got 98% of our way through the trail before finally turning back. We were both ridiculously cold and tired from hiking upwards... I can't decide whether going up or down was harder. Going up was difficult because we were climbing all the way, but going down was also hard on the knees/thighs because you were constantly leaning back to counteract the angle of the hill while wearing snowshoes. At least going down went faster than going up!
Despite my impending pain, I had a great day. It's so nice to do something different from staying inside, or going to a mall or anything else.
I went snowshoeing today.
I haven't been snowshooeing since 2004. Cathy and I went to Gatineau Park and rented some snowshoes... We were walking around from 11am to about 2:45pm. I am so not looking forward to tomorrow when the pain sets in. My legs are already stiff and sore, and this is after a hot shower and an evening of relaxation.
We walked along two trails, the easy "Sugarbush Trail" and the "Blanchet Trail." The woman at the Visitor's Centre told us that the Blanchet trail had a few vertical climbs and whatnot, but that it was a good walk. She failed to mention that "vertical climbs" translates into "scaling a mountain"... That's right, somehow Cathy and I managed to snowshoe our way up the side of a mountain.
We probably got 98% of our way through the trail before finally turning back. We were both ridiculously cold and tired from hiking upwards... I can't decide whether going up or down was harder. Going up was difficult because we were climbing all the way, but going down was also hard on the knees/thighs because you were constantly leaning back to counteract the angle of the hill while wearing snowshoes. At least going down went faster than going up!
Despite my impending pain, I had a great day. It's so nice to do something different from staying inside, or going to a mall or anything else.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Entry denied
At my internship, we're occupying two different offices. We've got our main Peacebuild office, and we're also using a small office within NAPO's (National Anti-Poverty Organization) offices which are right beside our own.
We started locking out own little office within NAPO's offices and we keep the key in our main office. NAPO's main doors are locked with an electronic keypad, so entry is no problem.
However, this morning I happened to be the first person into work. So I went into NAPO's office to see if our office door was unlocked. No luck, so I go to get the key from our main office, only to realize that our main office doors are locked.
I ended up having to set up shop in the main lobby of NAPO and wait for my supervisor to get there so we could unlock everything and get the ball rolling.
We started locking out own little office within NAPO's offices and we keep the key in our main office. NAPO's main doors are locked with an electronic keypad, so entry is no problem.
However, this morning I happened to be the first person into work. So I went into NAPO's office to see if our office door was unlocked. No luck, so I go to get the key from our main office, only to realize that our main office doors are locked.
I ended up having to set up shop in the main lobby of NAPO and wait for my supervisor to get there so we could unlock everything and get the ball rolling.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The new KKK
I had a surreal moment on the bus this evening. I came out of my commuter daze to take note of my fellow passengers. At the front of the bus were three people wearing white winter jackets with their hoods drawn up. The fluorescent lighting on the bus made them stand out. For some reason, they reminded me of the KKK.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Early vs. late wakeup calls
Normally I'm bitching about the false fire alarms late at night around 1am. But I must recant my rants. I discovered this morning that it's infinitely worse to be woken up at 7am on a Saturday morning. At least with the night alarms it's easier to fall asleep again.
The amusing thing with this morning's alarm, was that once it was done, we were all trudging upstairs back to our rooms, when the alarm started going off again. We all kind of froze and were like, "Well do we go back to our rooms or back outside?!" Cathy and I popped into the lounge to look out the windows and when we saw that the firetrucks were leaving despite the alarms going off again. We figured it was safe to go back to our rooms, and sure enough, by the time we reached the 5th floor, the alarms stopped.
The worse thing about fire alarms these days is that you just can't roll out of bed and go out the door. It's too cold for that! You have to bundle into pants, get winter jackets on, running shoes, hats, and scarves.
After the alarm, I ended up staying up since I was awake from the cold. 2 hours later I was lying in my bed watching a movie on my laptop, when suddenly the alarm started going off AGAIN. I managed to get up (I finished knitting the line of yarn I was working on first), get into my jeans, and just as I was shrugging into my jeans, the alarm stopped again. Yeesh.
The amusing thing with this morning's alarm, was that once it was done, we were all trudging upstairs back to our rooms, when the alarm started going off again. We all kind of froze and were like, "Well do we go back to our rooms or back outside?!" Cathy and I popped into the lounge to look out the windows and when we saw that the firetrucks were leaving despite the alarms going off again. We figured it was safe to go back to our rooms, and sure enough, by the time we reached the 5th floor, the alarms stopped.
The worse thing about fire alarms these days is that you just can't roll out of bed and go out the door. It's too cold for that! You have to bundle into pants, get winter jackets on, running shoes, hats, and scarves.
After the alarm, I ended up staying up since I was awake from the cold. 2 hours later I was lying in my bed watching a movie on my laptop, when suddenly the alarm started going off AGAIN. I managed to get up (I finished knitting the line of yarn I was working on first), get into my jeans, and just as I was shrugging into my jeans, the alarm stopped again. Yeesh.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
A story for my readers
Well it seems as though I've been in a non-blogging mood of late. Very well, I shall regale you with an amusing anecdote from my Christmas holidays.
My sister bought a new laptop back in the Fall. Its keyboard has all the special characters, and it also has special French keys on it. My sister didn't know how to use the French keys, so she asked me to play around with her laptop to try to figure it out.
I fought with her laptop for half an hour. I changed language settings, keyboard settings, I tried using the function keys on her laptop and nothing worked! I finally gave up, put all her settings back to normal and returned her laptop to her.
Mel started to check her email and then asked, "Umm, Mau? What's going on?" Whenever she tried to type on the right half of her keyboard, instead of letters appearing, numbers would come up instead.
I reconfiscated her laptop and rechecked that I had returned all her language and keyboard settings back to normal. Then I checked again, and again. I could not for the life of me figure out what her keyboard was still spouting out random signs and numbers instead of the letters. I even called my father in to help.
We were checking online help files trying to figure out what was going on. I finally clued into what was wrong when I came across a web page explaining how to use a laptop keyboard. That's when it hit me.
When I had been originally fiddling around with her laptop, I had turned number lock on! I forgot to turn it off! That's why half her keyboard was punching out numbers instead of letters.
I am so smrt!
My sister bought a new laptop back in the Fall. Its keyboard has all the special characters, and it also has special French keys on it. My sister didn't know how to use the French keys, so she asked me to play around with her laptop to try to figure it out.
I fought with her laptop for half an hour. I changed language settings, keyboard settings, I tried using the function keys on her laptop and nothing worked! I finally gave up, put all her settings back to normal and returned her laptop to her.
Mel started to check her email and then asked, "Umm, Mau? What's going on?" Whenever she tried to type on the right half of her keyboard, instead of letters appearing, numbers would come up instead.
I reconfiscated her laptop and rechecked that I had returned all her language and keyboard settings back to normal. Then I checked again, and again. I could not for the life of me figure out what her keyboard was still spouting out random signs and numbers instead of the letters. I even called my father in to help.
We were checking online help files trying to figure out what was going on. I finally clued into what was wrong when I came across a web page explaining how to use a laptop keyboard. That's when it hit me.
When I had been originally fiddling around with her laptop, I had turned number lock on! I forgot to turn it off! That's why half her keyboard was punching out numbers instead of letters.
I am so smrt!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Winter woes
I decided to be my mother's nurse during her recuperation. However, as of this afternoon I too am an invalid. I was outside shoveling snow and about half way through a swing, I felt a crack in my back followed by a not-so-pleasant stabbing pain.
That's right, I threw out my back. Again. I've been laying around with an ice pack on my back and have been taking pain killers. I also tried some cream for arthritis pain and nothing's helping. :( I tried to have a nap in my bed this afternoon, but trying to emerge from my blankets and get back up was ridiculously painful - my back started spasming and I actually cried - and I never cry with pain.
My parents are taking pity on me and fetching me whatever I need and are helping me to get up and out of various chairs.
I can't wait for this to be over.
That's right, I threw out my back. Again. I've been laying around with an ice pack on my back and have been taking pain killers. I also tried some cream for arthritis pain and nothing's helping. :( I tried to have a nap in my bed this afternoon, but trying to emerge from my blankets and get back up was ridiculously painful - my back started spasming and I actually cried - and I never cry with pain.
My parents are taking pity on me and fetching me whatever I need and are helping me to get up and out of various chairs.
I can't wait for this to be over.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
My newest sibling
Two weeks ago my mom finally relented and allowed my father to get a new cat. They adopted a long haired grey cat from the animal shelter and brought it home... Where it promptly disappeared. Searches later revealed it to be hiding behind the dryer. Later it was under a couch. Then it was under a bed.
My father would have to lie on his stomach to coax the feline out from its hiding places, and this has been the pattern for two weeks. (The creature had been a stray, and then locked up in a cage for 5 months, so some shyness was expected.) He's been working on essentially "taming" the cat for human company.
The funny thing is though, the cat has decided to like everyone BUT my father (for whom the cat was purchased in the first place). A few days ago, when my parents were lying it bed, apparently the cat jumped up and was sucking up to my mother (who hates cats) and totally ignored my father's overtures.
For my first 24 hours at home, I didn't see the cat either. I heard it eating food and using its litterbox, but never laid eyes on it. Then yesterday, in the middle of the night while my parents were out of the house, I woke up to find a black mass at the bottom of my bed.
It was a bit disturbing to realize there's a creature on my bed that I've never lay eyes on. I managed to coax it within hand reach whereupon I started to pet it. The next thing I know, the cat is with me for 2 hours, cuddling, etc. I finally got up and went downstairs just as my parents came home. The cat disappeared again. The stupid feline hisses and growls when she sees him.
We're trying to think of names for the cat now. The people at the shelter called it "Mumsy" because it recently had a litter of kittens.
Our potential names include:
My father would have to lie on his stomach to coax the feline out from its hiding places, and this has been the pattern for two weeks. (The creature had been a stray, and then locked up in a cage for 5 months, so some shyness was expected.) He's been working on essentially "taming" the cat for human company.
The funny thing is though, the cat has decided to like everyone BUT my father (for whom the cat was purchased in the first place). A few days ago, when my parents were lying it bed, apparently the cat jumped up and was sucking up to my mother (who hates cats) and totally ignored my father's overtures.
For my first 24 hours at home, I didn't see the cat either. I heard it eating food and using its litterbox, but never laid eyes on it. Then yesterday, in the middle of the night while my parents were out of the house, I woke up to find a black mass at the bottom of my bed.
It was a bit disturbing to realize there's a creature on my bed that I've never lay eyes on. I managed to coax it within hand reach whereupon I started to pet it. The next thing I know, the cat is with me for 2 hours, cuddling, etc. I finally got up and went downstairs just as my parents came home. The cat disappeared again. The stupid feline hisses and growls when she sees him.
We're trying to think of names for the cat now. The people at the shelter called it "Mumsy" because it recently had a litter of kittens.
Our potential names include:
- Invisi-cat
- Phantom
- Reaper (because my mom used to tell my dad he could get a cat when she was dead.)
- AWOL
- Houdini
Monday, December 10, 2007
Kids say the darndest things
Bwhahahahahaa. My niece made me laugh tonight. I was talking with her on the phone tonight and then I asked if she had heard the news about her grandmother. (My mom has a kidney stone.)
Cara tells me, "Yeah, mom said something about grandma's kidneys being stoned."
I kinda paused, wondering if she was joking, and then I realized she wasn't. LOL. I laughed and laughed at that.
Cara tells me, "Yeah, mom said something about grandma's kidneys being stoned."
I kinda paused, wondering if she was joking, and then I realized she wasn't. LOL. I laughed and laughed at that.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Perils of being a grad student
Last night I helped my friend Meg find our professor's office so she could drop off a paper. We couldn't find the professor's drop box, so she decided to slide the paper under the prof's office door. Her paper was 25 pages long and was in a file folder.
It wouldn't slide under the door.
We started laughing hysterically. "Holy shit! It's too thick! It won't fit under the door!!!" She managed to slide it under finally, but she had to remove the file folder and even then it was a tight squeeze.
It's crazy when your final papers are so big they won't even slide under a door anymore.
It wouldn't slide under the door.
We started laughing hysterically. "Holy shit! It's too thick! It won't fit under the door!!!" She managed to slide it under finally, but she had to remove the file folder and even then it was a tight squeeze.
It's crazy when your final papers are so big they won't even slide under a door anymore.
Lost on a straight line
Once in awhile I get the urge to go for a long walk. I can walk for a long time, provided I keep a quick pace and don't get distracted or stop for anything. (If I do, I suddenly get tired and lose motivation to walk.)
Today was one of those days. I finished my last exam, the sun was shining, I had a cup of coffee, and felt like walking around the city. You can see on the map below the path I took. all in all, it took me around 2 hours? But they were coooooold hours. It was only -4 today, but the wind was pretty miserable!
I was initially planning on just walking around the Byward Market, but I've been there so often, it seemed boring. Then I considered walking to the National Art Gallery, but I really didn't feel like it (although I did walk right beside it briefly). Then I walked behind the Parliament buildings and was going to walk beside the Ottawa River, but the pathway wasn't cleared and I didn't feel like slipping and sliding everywhere.
Finally, I decided to walk along the Rideau Canal back to my residence. The canal runs from the Ottawa river, through the city, all the way to my university. I can see the canal from my window! The walk was very nice, but as mentioned, cold. And I was also bitter at the lack of public washrooms along the path! About half way through my walk, my coffee came back to haunt me. (I did find one set of public washrooms, but they were locked - what the hell? I guess the city thinks people don't urinate during the winter.) By the time I got to Lansdowne Park though, I really needed to use a bathroom, so I found my way back to a major street and managed to get back to my residence before I burst.
It was a very pleasant walk, but I think I might wait until the spring before I walk it again. (But of course I'll be skating on the canal when it finally opens up...)
Today was one of those days. I finished my last exam, the sun was shining, I had a cup of coffee, and felt like walking around the city. You can see on the map below the path I took. all in all, it took me around 2 hours? But they were coooooold hours. It was only -4 today, but the wind was pretty miserable!
I was initially planning on just walking around the Byward Market, but I've been there so often, it seemed boring. Then I considered walking to the National Art Gallery, but I really didn't feel like it (although I did walk right beside it briefly). Then I walked behind the Parliament buildings and was going to walk beside the Ottawa River, but the pathway wasn't cleared and I didn't feel like slipping and sliding everywhere.
Finally, I decided to walk along the Rideau Canal back to my residence. The canal runs from the Ottawa river, through the city, all the way to my university. I can see the canal from my window! The walk was very nice, but as mentioned, cold. And I was also bitter at the lack of public washrooms along the path! About half way through my walk, my coffee came back to haunt me. (I did find one set of public washrooms, but they were locked - what the hell? I guess the city thinks people don't urinate during the winter.) By the time I got to Lansdowne Park though, I really needed to use a bathroom, so I found my way back to a major street and managed to get back to my residence before I burst.
It was a very pleasant walk, but I think I might wait until the spring before I walk it again. (But of course I'll be skating on the canal when it finally opens up...)
Friday, December 07, 2007
Apologies
I owe an apology to the masses. For years, I've been hearing stories of "the web/application ate my homework!" I've always assumed it was sheer incompetence on their part.
I hereby formally apologize, because I finally understand that even the technically savvy (aka: me) can suffer glitches.
I had to submit my final paper over the internet to my professor. We have to use this online software, WebCT, to do so. So I submitted my paper on Wednesday and chilled out for the rest of the night, basking in the glory that is having nothing to do.
The next day one of my classmates mentioned that the prof had already started submitting grades online. I spent all of Thursday morning/afternoon stalking WebCT, hoping for a mark. Finally I thought, "Maybe my mark is appearing on a different page..." I navigated through the site and found myself on the "Assignment Submission" page. That's when I noticed that beside the submission link, it read, "Status: Individual Not Started (Due December 5, 2007 15:00 Late)". Wait! What the hell?!
I immediately emailed my prof to ask whether he received my paper... I pounced on my computer everytime I heard the "Ding, you've got new mail" sound. Finally I got a reply and discovered that no, my prof hadn't received my assignment. Talk about a freakout. Luckily he accepted my assignment as on time anyways.
Therefore, I would like to apologize to everyone I've ever doubted before.
I hereby formally apologize, because I finally understand that even the technically savvy (aka: me) can suffer glitches.
I had to submit my final paper over the internet to my professor. We have to use this online software, WebCT, to do so. So I submitted my paper on Wednesday and chilled out for the rest of the night, basking in the glory that is having nothing to do.
The next day one of my classmates mentioned that the prof had already started submitting grades online. I spent all of Thursday morning/afternoon stalking WebCT, hoping for a mark. Finally I thought, "Maybe my mark is appearing on a different page..." I navigated through the site and found myself on the "Assignment Submission" page. That's when I noticed that beside the submission link, it read, "Status: Individual Not Started (Due December 5, 2007 15:00 Late)". Wait! What the hell?!
I immediately emailed my prof to ask whether he received my paper... I pounced on my computer everytime I heard the "Ding, you've got new mail" sound. Finally I got a reply and discovered that no, my prof hadn't received my assignment. Talk about a freakout. Luckily he accepted my assignment as on time anyways.
Therefore, I would like to apologize to everyone I've ever doubted before.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
A portrait of Mau
... It's me!
Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Last week of classes
Today was my last Human Security class. Even though I had a hard time keeping up with the workload and contributing to the class discussions, I'm really happy that I took the course. It was was very enlightening, both about Human Security and the International community in general.
Our prof did his best to instill a sense of responsibility and humility in us, warning us that we need to be careful, because our decisions don't affect us - someone in some developing country pays for our errors. I feel like that was the most important thing I've learned all term. Heck, that's probably the most important thing I've learned since I've started school in general. It's easy to think about what *I* want to do, or how *I'll* decide to do things... But I've never truly considered the potential ramifications of my decisions beyond, "Oh, I might get in shit and get fired."
There was some amusement in our final class though. There were three final student presentations. When our prof was making the presentation topics, he randomly chose issues he knew about, and other ones he didn't know about. Well, today one girl had to do a presentation about a topic the prof wasn't aware of.
Her topic was about gangs recruiting children in India. She presented the different ideas of gangs, recruitment methods in general, etc... And then she had a slide in the middle of her presentation entitled, "Understanding Gaps in Human Security Research (Or: My Very Bad Day at The Library)." While trying to research gang recruitment in the Indian context, she could not find any resources on children in Indian gangs. She ended up talking to the prof and they changed her topic to be about why there's a dearth of information on the topic. She had three hypotheses and the first one listed was, "Hypothesis #1: I am not very good at researching." We all laughed and laughed. Her other hypotheses were interesting too, and the class discussion was also fascinating as we tried to figure out why there could be no information, or how we could look for the information in other ways.
This lack of information on gang recruitment of children in India is one of the things our prof was trying to warn us about. As he told us today, if there truly is no information available on this topic, it means that all other generalizations in the world on gang recruitment of children are made moot - India is the second most populous country in the world, so lacking information on this country means that we don't have all the necessary information to make a well-rounded hypothesis... I don't know if this makes sense to you, but to me, it was a pretty amazing concept.
Our prof did his best to instill a sense of responsibility and humility in us, warning us that we need to be careful, because our decisions don't affect us - someone in some developing country pays for our errors. I feel like that was the most important thing I've learned all term. Heck, that's probably the most important thing I've learned since I've started school in general. It's easy to think about what *I* want to do, or how *I'll* decide to do things... But I've never truly considered the potential ramifications of my decisions beyond, "Oh, I might get in shit and get fired."
There was some amusement in our final class though. There were three final student presentations. When our prof was making the presentation topics, he randomly chose issues he knew about, and other ones he didn't know about. Well, today one girl had to do a presentation about a topic the prof wasn't aware of.
Her topic was about gangs recruiting children in India. She presented the different ideas of gangs, recruitment methods in general, etc... And then she had a slide in the middle of her presentation entitled, "Understanding Gaps in Human Security Research (Or: My Very Bad Day at The Library)." While trying to research gang recruitment in the Indian context, she could not find any resources on children in Indian gangs. She ended up talking to the prof and they changed her topic to be about why there's a dearth of information on the topic. She had three hypotheses and the first one listed was, "Hypothesis #1: I am not very good at researching." We all laughed and laughed. Her other hypotheses were interesting too, and the class discussion was also fascinating as we tried to figure out why there could be no information, or how we could look for the information in other ways.
This lack of information on gang recruitment of children in India is one of the things our prof was trying to warn us about. As he told us today, if there truly is no information available on this topic, it means that all other generalizations in the world on gang recruitment of children are made moot - India is the second most populous country in the world, so lacking information on this country means that we don't have all the necessary information to make a well-rounded hypothesis... I don't know if this makes sense to you, but to me, it was a pretty amazing concept.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Cleaning update
I talked to my roommate tonight about what she wanted me to clean. As I mentioned, I thought I was a fairly clean person. It turns out that I am. It's just that she's super clean. I think what it comes down to is the fact that she's never lived in a student apartment before. I'm used to student housing being slightly dirty (or in some cases, ridiculously dirty), so I'm used to ignoring small things like scuffs on the walls, etc.
I told her to make a list of things she wants cleaned, and then we'll take turns doing it. She kept protesting, "But I don't want to make you feel bad - this is your house too!" But let's face it, it's not like she'll lower herself to my decent standards. LOL. She wants stuff like the cupboards (near the handles) scrubbed, etc... Yeesh. I thought I left psycho-cleaner back in Owen Sound.
I told her to make a list of things she wants cleaned, and then we'll take turns doing it. She kept protesting, "But I don't want to make you feel bad - this is your house too!" But let's face it, it's not like she'll lower herself to my decent standards. LOL. She wants stuff like the cupboards (near the handles) scrubbed, etc... Yeesh. I thought I left psycho-cleaner back in Owen Sound.
Spelling fun
I'm writing one of my essays right now and suddenly had a brain fart. I realized I didn't know if I should be spelling things, "per cent" or "percent." (I've seen them both ways in academic papers.)
After a quick google and a visit to the mother of all knowledge, Wikipedia, I came across their writing style guide that explained the differences between different countries and their spelling styles. I found a lovely little table on there that compared, Australia, Canada, UK, USA, and some other countries. I was amused to see how random Canada's column is. Our spelling varies from US to UK with a bit of French influence tossed in for fun.
I suggest you check it out here. It's amusing if nothing else.
P.S. Oh yeah, "per cent" is the British method while "percent" is the American. Since the queen is on our money, I think I'll use the British method... And it takes up more space on the page. ;)
After a quick google and a visit to the mother of all knowledge, Wikipedia, I came across their writing style guide that explained the differences between different countries and their spelling styles. I found a lovely little table on there that compared, Australia, Canada, UK, USA, and some other countries. I was amused to see how random Canada's column is. Our spelling varies from US to UK with a bit of French influence tossed in for fun.
I suggest you check it out here. It's amusing if nothing else.
P.S. Oh yeah, "per cent" is the British method while "percent" is the American. Since the queen is on our money, I think I'll use the British method... And it takes up more space on the page. ;)
By the power of Grey Skull!
Sometimes when I think over the past 5 years of undergrad, and where I am now, I can't help but feel like this... http://applegeeks.com/lite/index.php?aglitecomic=2006-06-23
The small things
Argh. It's amazing how one small issue can make you completely infuriated. I woke up feeling good - ready to tackle a new day, be productive, etc., etc.
After I got out of the shower and was just going back into my room, my roommate comes out of hers and asks, "Oh Maureen, do you think the bathroom floor is getting kind of dirty?" After I gave the stunning reply of, "Huh?" She repeated her comment...
It's like, "Just fucking ask me to mop the floors if you want me to!!!"
I can't really complain, it's good that I have a clean housemate. Admittedly she's a lot cleaner than I am - she's forever scrubbing things down while I subscribe to the idea that a little dirt is good for you in life. I'm tidy though - I also wipe down the counters, I do my dishes a lot more often than her (mind you, I create more dishes), etc. She's the one who cleans the bathroom most often and whatnot, but then again, I'm the one who thinks it doesn't need that much cleaning. If I do clean up, it tends to be while she's not home.
Anyways, the main thing that bugs me is that she had to flit around her question instead of asking me flat out. She has no problem confronting me at other times (e.g. this weekend we had to agree to keep my door closed with a scarf blocking the gap underneath it because I was apparently creating a wind tunnel by keeping my window open.)
It wasn't until she left the apartment and I sat down to eat my breakfast that I realized how much of a bitchy mood I had sunk into. If I had been a more confrontational person, I would have loved to have replied, "No, I think it still looks good," as I slammed the door in her face. :) But alas, I'm not, and I probably will end up mopping sooner or later.
After I got out of the shower and was just going back into my room, my roommate comes out of hers and asks, "Oh Maureen, do you think the bathroom floor is getting kind of dirty?" After I gave the stunning reply of, "Huh?" She repeated her comment...
It's like, "Just fucking ask me to mop the floors if you want me to!!!"
I can't really complain, it's good that I have a clean housemate. Admittedly she's a lot cleaner than I am - she's forever scrubbing things down while I subscribe to the idea that a little dirt is good for you in life. I'm tidy though - I also wipe down the counters, I do my dishes a lot more often than her (mind you, I create more dishes), etc. She's the one who cleans the bathroom most often and whatnot, but then again, I'm the one who thinks it doesn't need that much cleaning. If I do clean up, it tends to be while she's not home.
Anyways, the main thing that bugs me is that she had to flit around her question instead of asking me flat out. She has no problem confronting me at other times (e.g. this weekend we had to agree to keep my door closed with a scarf blocking the gap underneath it because I was apparently creating a wind tunnel by keeping my window open.)
It wasn't until she left the apartment and I sat down to eat my breakfast that I realized how much of a bitchy mood I had sunk into. If I had been a more confrontational person, I would have loved to have replied, "No, I think it still looks good," as I slammed the door in her face. :) But alas, I'm not, and I probably will end up mopping sooner or later.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Word Definition
I now know what the word "cacophony" means. It's when hundreds of Canadian Geese decide to migrate by your window at 2am in the morning. It was surreal to hear them honking and honking, and the sound never ending...
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Suckerpunched by winter
Jesus Christ! I'm used to having weeks to get used to winter, where the snow will come and then melt and repeat this process a few times before finally sticking around. Not so with Ottawa. When I opened my curtains yesterday morning, the first words outta my mouth were, "Holy shit!" Everything was covered in 3 inches of snow. And it's more of the same today.
Judging from the weather forecast, it looks like there's more snow to come, and it's going to be here to stay. Wow. Prior to this, we only had two small small snow falls, where the flakes melted even before they hit the ground. Yikes!
Judging from the weather forecast, it looks like there's more snow to come, and it's going to be here to stay. Wow. Prior to this, we only had two small small snow falls, where the flakes melted even before they hit the ground. Yikes!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Organic methods
Whenever I tell someone that I'm learning how to knit, they tend to give me the exact same expression. Their faces have written on them, "Are you insane?" even as they tell me, "Oh, that's nice, Maureen."
I like learning how to do/make things the authentic way. Yes, I know I can go out to the store and buy a pre-knitted sweater or blanket, but it's nice to know how to do it myself. I feel like I can better appreciate the hard work that goes into such creations if I know how to do it myself.
The same goes for cooking. While I love all the pre-made sauces and packaged foods out there, I prefer to know how to flavour my foods using real spices and whatnot. Plus, I feel it's healthier - those processed foods contain so much salt and random ingredients that you never really know what you're eating. It's so satisfying to try a new recipe and with the first mouthful think, "Mmm, this is so delicious!" and to know that nothing but your own hard work went into making it wonderful.
In other words, all these little pieces of knowledge just go to make me more self-sustainable.
I like learning how to do/make things the authentic way. Yes, I know I can go out to the store and buy a pre-knitted sweater or blanket, but it's nice to know how to do it myself. I feel like I can better appreciate the hard work that goes into such creations if I know how to do it myself.
The same goes for cooking. While I love all the pre-made sauces and packaged foods out there, I prefer to know how to flavour my foods using real spices and whatnot. Plus, I feel it's healthier - those processed foods contain so much salt and random ingredients that you never really know what you're eating. It's so satisfying to try a new recipe and with the first mouthful think, "Mmm, this is so delicious!" and to know that nothing but your own hard work went into making it wonderful.
In other words, all these little pieces of knowledge just go to make me more self-sustainable.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Names changes and other occurrences
Huzzah! I finished my other presentation yesterday! I had to talk for 20 minutes on an indigenous group I found interesting. I decided to research and study the Aboriginal tribes in Taiwan. My presentation revolved around their changing status through History under the different governments of Taiwan.
The night before the presentation I had a ridiculously hard time concentrating and preparing for my talk. I ended up staying up till 2:30am trying to finish my outline, and then I could not not not fall asleep. I probably drifted off around 3:30 and woke up around 6am. When I heard Nasrin get up for her shower at 6:30, I finally gave up and also got up so I could practice a few time. The presentation went really well - I wasn't completely smooth in my delivery, but I felt it went a hell of a lot better than my Human Security presentation did. :)
To celebrate, I decided to go to St. Laurent Centre with Laura. (I keep forgetting her name is spelled Laura even though it's pronounced Lauda.) We wanted to go to East Side Mario's for dinner... It took us forever to get to the bloody mall! Because we were cold, we hopped on the first bus we saw that was heading to St. Laurent. This bus ended up taking us all the way out into the middle of nowhere, past every single hospital in Ottawa and only then did we get to the mall. Lesson learned: Always take the express buses.
Upon arriving at East Side Mario's, I gave the hostess my name because there was a wait time of 20 minutes. I turned around to talk to Laura when the hostess suddenly calls me back over. I swear to God, this is what she said, "Can you please listen for the name Maria? I forgot what name you gave me." I blinked and informed her that she could just call for Mo or Laura and the chick vaguely acknowledged me. 5 minutes later, I hear the name "Maria" belted out. Laura was laughing her ass off with me. I know these teeny-bopper waiters/waitresses aren't paid to give a damn, but really, to assign customers new names just to make their own lives easier? That was hilarious.
Another amusing happenstance was that a sales clerk at a clothing store tried to hook Laura up with one of her sons. Laura was trying on some outfits for a wedding she was attending and I was teasing her about being able to use the clothes for interviews. The sales clerk suddenly starts asking Laura if she's looking for a job and Laura explains how she already has a job because she recently graduated etc... Next thing we know, the lady's asking Laura how old she is and casually mentions, "Oh, I have a son who's 24." We waited until the lady disappeared before cracking up.
The night before the presentation I had a ridiculously hard time concentrating and preparing for my talk. I ended up staying up till 2:30am trying to finish my outline, and then I could not not not fall asleep. I probably drifted off around 3:30 and woke up around 6am. When I heard Nasrin get up for her shower at 6:30, I finally gave up and also got up so I could practice a few time. The presentation went really well - I wasn't completely smooth in my delivery, but I felt it went a hell of a lot better than my Human Security presentation did. :)
To celebrate, I decided to go to St. Laurent Centre with Laura. (I keep forgetting her name is spelled Laura even though it's pronounced Lauda.) We wanted to go to East Side Mario's for dinner... It took us forever to get to the bloody mall! Because we were cold, we hopped on the first bus we saw that was heading to St. Laurent. This bus ended up taking us all the way out into the middle of nowhere, past every single hospital in Ottawa and only then did we get to the mall. Lesson learned: Always take the express buses.
Upon arriving at East Side Mario's, I gave the hostess my name because there was a wait time of 20 minutes. I turned around to talk to Laura when the hostess suddenly calls me back over. I swear to God, this is what she said, "Can you please listen for the name Maria? I forgot what name you gave me." I blinked and informed her that she could just call for Mo or Laura and the chick vaguely acknowledged me. 5 minutes later, I hear the name "Maria" belted out. Laura was laughing her ass off with me. I know these teeny-bopper waiters/waitresses aren't paid to give a damn, but really, to assign customers new names just to make their own lives easier? That was hilarious.
Another amusing happenstance was that a sales clerk at a clothing store tried to hook Laura up with one of her sons. Laura was trying on some outfits for a wedding she was attending and I was teasing her about being able to use the clothes for interviews. The sales clerk suddenly starts asking Laura if she's looking for a job and Laura explains how she already has a job because she recently graduated etc... Next thing we know, the lady's asking Laura how old she is and casually mentions, "Oh, I have a son who's 24." We waited until the lady disappeared before cracking up.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Tools of the trade
Okay, time for some amusing add-ons to my knitting exploits. (I had been too tired to write anything more last night.)
When my roommate first brought out the knitting kneedles, I didn't get a good glimpse of them and just thought they were extra long pointy chopsticks. Oops! Next, when we began our knitting lesson, I realized that I automatically held the needle like I would a chopstick. Then she had to fix my grip because I was holding the needle at the wrong end (with chopsticks, you hold the needle further away rather than close to the point). I don't know how we managed to survive the first part of the lesson because we were laughing hysterically.
As for the actual knitting - that was also a painful process. I don't know how she managed not to beat me up or leave me where I was. It's hard enough for me to learn to knit normally, but trying to learn from someone who doesn't have the vocabulary to teach me in English? Even funnier. I kept making my rows too tight and because they were so tight, I had trouble differentiating between the different threads of yarn so I'd randomly skip a thread here and there. She'd inspect my rows and then laugh when she found all the gaps in them. LOL
I can't believe how difficult it is to learn how to knit. Teach me how to program in a computer language? No problem. Ask me to figure out why wars start all over the world? Sure thing. Ask me to wrap yarn around a metal needle? Count me out.
When my roommate first brought out the knitting kneedles, I didn't get a good glimpse of them and just thought they were extra long pointy chopsticks. Oops! Next, when we began our knitting lesson, I realized that I automatically held the needle like I would a chopstick. Then she had to fix my grip because I was holding the needle at the wrong end (with chopsticks, you hold the needle further away rather than close to the point). I don't know how we managed to survive the first part of the lesson because we were laughing hysterically.
As for the actual knitting - that was also a painful process. I don't know how she managed not to beat me up or leave me where I was. It's hard enough for me to learn to knit normally, but trying to learn from someone who doesn't have the vocabulary to teach me in English? Even funnier. I kept making my rows too tight and because they were so tight, I had trouble differentiating between the different threads of yarn so I'd randomly skip a thread here and there. She'd inspect my rows and then laugh when she found all the gaps in them. LOL
I can't believe how difficult it is to learn how to knit. Teach me how to program in a computer language? No problem. Ask me to figure out why wars start all over the world? Sure thing. Ask me to wrap yarn around a metal needle? Count me out.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
She can be taught!
Dude, I'm totally learning how to knit thanks to my roomie. I'm teaching her French and she's teaching me how to knit. I completed four rows of my wannabee scarf tonight. (I'll just have to sew some buttons strategically over the random gaping holes in it.) I also think I'm getting the better end of the deal - my French teaching abilities suck. I kept having to check the internet to confirm everything I was telling her - right down to finding a pronunciation guide to make sure I was saying things properly. LOL
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Sinification of my life
I've been totally geeking out on Asia for the past week or so. As mentioned in one of my previous posts, I've found a way to download Asian dramas on my laptop, so I've been devouring episodes of Taiwanese TV shows. I'm totally enthralled by them.
It's nice to be able to watch them and catch the various words I know in Chinese. I won't claim that I'm learning any new words, but I am learning different ways of using the words I've learned before. (e.g. This summer I learned the word "shi" which means "news/affairs". When watching my TV shows, I realized I can say something like "no affairs" and it'll roughly translate into "Nothing's the matter". So no one can claim that I'm not learning anything by watching TV. :))
By watching these TV shows, I'm also able to find their soundtracks on the web, so I've been listening to a lot of mandarin music too. It's a nice change from Western music and I find I can hear familiar vocabulary in the songs too.
Finally, all this Asian influence forced me to seek out a Chinese grocery store in Ottawa. My friend Cathy (who's originally from Hong Kong) took me to Unimart. It was just like shopping back in Hong Kong! I was so excited to be able to buy steamed buns and BBQ pork! I was like a little kid in the candy store. We're going to try to make these grocery trips into weekly outings.
Anyways, that's how I'm sinifying my life right now.
It's nice to be able to watch them and catch the various words I know in Chinese. I won't claim that I'm learning any new words, but I am learning different ways of using the words I've learned before. (e.g. This summer I learned the word "shi" which means "news/affairs". When watching my TV shows, I realized I can say something like "no affairs" and it'll roughly translate into "Nothing's the matter". So no one can claim that I'm not learning anything by watching TV. :))
By watching these TV shows, I'm also able to find their soundtracks on the web, so I've been listening to a lot of mandarin music too. It's a nice change from Western music and I find I can hear familiar vocabulary in the songs too.
Finally, all this Asian influence forced me to seek out a Chinese grocery store in Ottawa. My friend Cathy (who's originally from Hong Kong) took me to Unimart. It was just like shopping back in Hong Kong! I was so excited to be able to buy steamed buns and BBQ pork! I was like a little kid in the candy store. We're going to try to make these grocery trips into weekly outings.
Anyways, that's how I'm sinifying my life right now.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
I am not a Hallmark writer
Cathy came to my room to make use of my scanner. She laughed at the motivational sign I've got taped to my wall above my laptop.
"Stop whatever you're doing because you're probably not enjoying yourself anyways.
Go do work!"
Go do work!"
Monday, November 05, 2007
Safety second
I just removed my personal alarm from my keychain. I don't know if something loosened in it or what, but the bloody thing keeps falling off and activating itself! I'll be locking my room door and it goes off, unlocking the door to enter the main hallway and it falls off. One day it fell off while I was walking down the hallway and I had to scramble to deactivate it. Even though I was meters away from my door, the alarm was so loud that Nasrin poked her head out because she knew it was me and the alarm.
I guess I'll just keep the alarm in a different part of my backpack and only take it out when I'm by myself at night. Sheesh.
I guess I'll just keep the alarm in a different part of my backpack and only take it out when I'm by myself at night. Sheesh.
A whole bunch of nothing
It's been awhile since I've updated, so I thought I'd toss out a bunch of random stuff that's happened lately... And not so lately.
As many of you know, I went back to Waterloo from October 18th to the 20th for convocation. I had such a blast. I love Ottawa, but it was nice to be back in a city that I know like the back of my hand. I'm not going to recap the whole trip, but it was terrific getting together with Shruthi and Victoria to go dancing, seeing Alyssa for breakfast, harassing Stacy after her convocation, and dragging my mother to restaurants that she didn't want to eat at.
Amusing anecdotes:
When my family and I went to the Rude Native for my "convocation dinner," my mom told the waitress that she would just like water to drink. Right away the waitress asked if my mom would like bottled, distilled, or perrier to drink. The look on my mom's face was hilarious - it was a mixture of horror, indignation, and exasperation. "Uhh, tap?"
Just before I graduated from UW, it decided to implement a mandatory bus pass system. Students just have to show their UW id to get on the bus. Since my ID is valid until 2011, I thought I'd try to use and abuse the new system, and it worked! However, the one morning I wasn't paying attention and got on the bus using my ID... It wasn't until I had to transfer buses that I realized I had used my Carleton ID to get on the bus. Yup, them bus drivers check out the ID reeeeal good.
I gave my first presentation in my Human Security class last Wednesday. I have to admit, I had been dreading the presentation A LOT. Much of my dread stemmed from the fact that I didn't have a very good grasp on my research - I had tried to take on too broad of a topic. I managed to stumble through my presentation but it was a difficult process at best. It wasn't until afterwards that I found out that my prof was a veritable expert on my topic too - he had written a major (controversial) report on it before, so he started going on about all these things that I didn't even know about my own topic. Thankfully I managed to get a great mark anyways. Phew!
On Friday Carleton held a co-op information session for all interested Master's students. After the session, all I can think is, "Sheesh! UW soooo spoiled me co-op-wise." I'm so used to UW's massive and efficient co-op machine that Carleton's seems dinky. LOL. The lady holding the info session was so proud that they have 6 dedicated interview rooms. Meanwhile I'm laughing behind my hand because hell, UW just built a brand new building with 100 interview rooms. Oh well. I'm totally signing up for the co-op program just because it's a good opportunity.
After the co-op session I went to Lauda's to cook her dinner and go out for a night on the town. We went to Caliente nightclub again, the salsa club. I really like the mix of music there - it has the regular bachata, salsa, and merengue, but it also plays reggaeton, soca, cumbia, and regular dance music. I had a lot of fun, but by 1:30 I was exhausted and Lauda was unwilling to go home.
The very end of the night was beyond awkward too. By 2ish the club was practically deserted, maybe only 15 people left, none of whom were dancing. Some random guy came up to Lauda and asked her to dance, and she told him to come back when the DJ wasn't playing salsa. Well, two seconds later the music switches to merengue, so the guy comes back, but he brings along his friend who drags me on to the dance floor. My dance partner wasn't bad looking - probably a bit older than me, but dancing with him was like being on a non-stop merry-go-round. He did the same 4 moves over and over, in the exact same order and everything. I was so tired that it was hard not to laugh (he actually caught me smirking once and asked me why). When the music finally changed to reggaeton we ended dancing together still... But it was really awkward because it was only the four of us on the dance floor, and when some guy tries to grind with me while people are watching and I don't have the cover of anonymity, I weird out. LOL. Thankfully some bachata came on and we sprang apart like opposite poles on a magnet.
Oh, Lauda and I also found this fantastic mexican restaurant at the corner of Bank and Second. I forget the name, but it's the only latin restaurant there. It even met with Lauda's seal of approval, so it must have been semi-authentic in her books. :) I highly recommend it.
Lastly, I have been totally geeking out lately on Asian television shows (more popularly known as "dramas"). When I was in HK, I never watched much television because it didn't have English subtitles. But I was always intrigued by the dramas that were playing - I could watch them and create my own storylines in my head... Well I recently found a website where you can download subtitled dramas. I've been totally enamored with all the bad acting, cheesy plots, and hilarious hijinks.
I guess that's it for my randomness. I need to go grocery shopping today - I have noooo fresh food left in my house. Hell, I don't even think I have packaged food to contribute to my meals... And the frozen dinners in my freezer are for emergency/lazy purposes only, so it's time to drag my butt out.
As many of you know, I went back to Waterloo from October 18th to the 20th for convocation. I had such a blast. I love Ottawa, but it was nice to be back in a city that I know like the back of my hand. I'm not going to recap the whole trip, but it was terrific getting together with Shruthi and Victoria to go dancing, seeing Alyssa for breakfast, harassing Stacy after her convocation, and dragging my mother to restaurants that she didn't want to eat at.
Amusing anecdotes:
When my family and I went to the Rude Native for my "convocation dinner," my mom told the waitress that she would just like water to drink. Right away the waitress asked if my mom would like bottled, distilled, or perrier to drink. The look on my mom's face was hilarious - it was a mixture of horror, indignation, and exasperation. "Uhh, tap?"
Just before I graduated from UW, it decided to implement a mandatory bus pass system. Students just have to show their UW id to get on the bus. Since my ID is valid until 2011, I thought I'd try to use and abuse the new system, and it worked! However, the one morning I wasn't paying attention and got on the bus using my ID... It wasn't until I had to transfer buses that I realized I had used my Carleton ID to get on the bus. Yup, them bus drivers check out the ID reeeeal good.
I gave my first presentation in my Human Security class last Wednesday. I have to admit, I had been dreading the presentation A LOT. Much of my dread stemmed from the fact that I didn't have a very good grasp on my research - I had tried to take on too broad of a topic. I managed to stumble through my presentation but it was a difficult process at best. It wasn't until afterwards that I found out that my prof was a veritable expert on my topic too - he had written a major (controversial) report on it before, so he started going on about all these things that I didn't even know about my own topic. Thankfully I managed to get a great mark anyways. Phew!
On Friday Carleton held a co-op information session for all interested Master's students. After the session, all I can think is, "Sheesh! UW soooo spoiled me co-op-wise." I'm so used to UW's massive and efficient co-op machine that Carleton's seems dinky. LOL. The lady holding the info session was so proud that they have 6 dedicated interview rooms. Meanwhile I'm laughing behind my hand because hell, UW just built a brand new building with 100 interview rooms. Oh well. I'm totally signing up for the co-op program just because it's a good opportunity.
After the co-op session I went to Lauda's to cook her dinner and go out for a night on the town. We went to Caliente nightclub again, the salsa club. I really like the mix of music there - it has the regular bachata, salsa, and merengue, but it also plays reggaeton, soca, cumbia, and regular dance music. I had a lot of fun, but by 1:30 I was exhausted and Lauda was unwilling to go home.
The very end of the night was beyond awkward too. By 2ish the club was practically deserted, maybe only 15 people left, none of whom were dancing. Some random guy came up to Lauda and asked her to dance, and she told him to come back when the DJ wasn't playing salsa. Well, two seconds later the music switches to merengue, so the guy comes back, but he brings along his friend who drags me on to the dance floor. My dance partner wasn't bad looking - probably a bit older than me, but dancing with him was like being on a non-stop merry-go-round. He did the same 4 moves over and over, in the exact same order and everything. I was so tired that it was hard not to laugh (he actually caught me smirking once and asked me why). When the music finally changed to reggaeton we ended dancing together still... But it was really awkward because it was only the four of us on the dance floor, and when some guy tries to grind with me while people are watching and I don't have the cover of anonymity, I weird out. LOL. Thankfully some bachata came on and we sprang apart like opposite poles on a magnet.
Oh, Lauda and I also found this fantastic mexican restaurant at the corner of Bank and Second. I forget the name, but it's the only latin restaurant there. It even met with Lauda's seal of approval, so it must have been semi-authentic in her books. :) I highly recommend it.
Lastly, I have been totally geeking out lately on Asian television shows (more popularly known as "dramas"). When I was in HK, I never watched much television because it didn't have English subtitles. But I was always intrigued by the dramas that were playing - I could watch them and create my own storylines in my head... Well I recently found a website where you can download subtitled dramas. I've been totally enamored with all the bad acting, cheesy plots, and hilarious hijinks.
I guess that's it for my randomness. I need to go grocery shopping today - I have noooo fresh food left in my house. Hell, I don't even think I have packaged food to contribute to my meals... And the frozen dinners in my freezer are for emergency/lazy purposes only, so it's time to drag my butt out.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
The world is ending!
It's snowing in Ottawa right now!
Okay. Just a few flakes. But the point is, it's snowing in Ottawa! It's been on and off randomly for the past couple of hours. It's so cold out, I've had to don socks and slippers, and I've got my sweatshirt on and have closed my window.
Okay. Just a few flakes. But the point is, it's snowing in Ottawa! It's been on and off randomly for the past couple of hours. It's so cold out, I've had to don socks and slippers, and I've got my sweatshirt on and have closed my window.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Help, I've been defiled!
I totally just got ejaculated upon by my bottle of moisturizer, and boy does it have long range! LOL, I was moving my laptop off my desk and trying to wrangle my power cord around a bunch of books. I accidentally knocked my giant pump bottle of moisturizer off the desk and it landed on the floor... But in the process, it managed to launch some of its contents upwards and smacked me on the forehead, the bottom of my laptop, on my bed, etc.
High expectations
Sheesh I have some high expectations of technology. I was sitting here reading a document on my computer. I reached the end of the text on the screen and automatically looked up at the top of the screen again - only to realize that I hadn't yet scrolled down for more words yet.
Whoops. Someone needs to invent a mind-reading piece of hardware or something for doofuses like me.
Whoops. Someone needs to invent a mind-reading piece of hardware or something for doofuses like me.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Random encounters
I went for a perm last night. It ended up taking me 2.5 hours because the woman talked so much. It was so interesting to hear her life story.
It turns out that she was Vietnamese, and that her mother and brothers and she came to Ottawa during the late 70s. Her father used to be a head military officer working for the Americans during the war. She was telling me how they lost all their possessions to the communist, her father was sent to prison camp, and how the rest of her family had to sleep outside on the streets while fleeing the communists.
Apparently her mother organized a small boat for her family and 43 other members of their extended family so they could flee to Malaysia. She was telling me how she had to take swimming lessons in case the boat capsized and whatnot. When I asked why she and her family settled in the Ottawa region, she told me it was because her mother had been able to contact a former Canadian soldier that they used to rent a house to in Vietnam, and he vouched for them to come to Canada.
It was so crazy to listen to the woman talk. You hear about these kinds of things happening in movies and books, but to actually encounter one of these people was mind boggling.
It turns out that she was Vietnamese, and that her mother and brothers and she came to Ottawa during the late 70s. Her father used to be a head military officer working for the Americans during the war. She was telling me how they lost all their possessions to the communist, her father was sent to prison camp, and how the rest of her family had to sleep outside on the streets while fleeing the communists.
Apparently her mother organized a small boat for her family and 43 other members of their extended family so they could flee to Malaysia. She was telling me how she had to take swimming lessons in case the boat capsized and whatnot. When I asked why she and her family settled in the Ottawa region, she told me it was because her mother had been able to contact a former Canadian soldier that they used to rent a house to in Vietnam, and he vouched for them to come to Canada.
It was so crazy to listen to the woman talk. You hear about these kinds of things happening in movies and books, but to actually encounter one of these people was mind boggling.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Toy chest
I was surfing Hemmy.com and came across this page. It's a series of photos showing life inside the toy factories of China. It's rather surreal to think of the people who had to assemble my beloved childhood possessions in this context.
After seeing the pictures, I then remembered being shown several world maps in my World Politics class. The maps show the world proportional to the criteria requested. Here are two maps that kind of blow your mind:
Toy Exports
Toy Imports
For kicks, go to Worldmapper.org and look up the Arms Imports and Arms Exports maps too. The results aren't terribly surprising, but it's still mind boggling to see it laid out for you right there on the screen.
After seeing the pictures, I then remembered being shown several world maps in my World Politics class. The maps show the world proportional to the criteria requested. Here are two maps that kind of blow your mind:
For kicks, go to Worldmapper.org and look up the Arms Imports and Arms Exports maps too. The results aren't terribly surprising, but it's still mind boggling to see it laid out for you right there on the screen.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
Mismash
To begin with, I shall start with a product review. I recently purchased Cover Girl's new Lash Exact mascara, specifically the one that adds volume to your eyelashes. After two days, I decided to make use of their money back guarantee. Yeah the applicator separates and defines my eyelashes and adds a crazy amount of length to them, but there's no volume! Anyways, my point is that if you want to have long non-clumped eyelashes, then by all means, purchase the Cover Girl Lash Exact mascara, just don't get it if you want thicker eyelashes.
In my Indigenous Cultures class today, we were talking about territoriality and property rights (err, the prof rambled, we tried to stay awake). In the middle of his lecture, he says something to the effect of, "I believe that around 50% of Native Canadians live off the reserve nowadays" and then he turns to me and asks, "Is that right?" I'm like, "Urk? Uhh, not a clue." Sheesh, this guy really doesn't get that I'm not knowledgeable about my culture! He asked me another question later, but I had totally tuned out and didn't even know what he was asking me about, so I shrugged and grinned. That seemed to satisfy him. God. For all I know he could have been asking me about the ancient sex practices of the Cree.
Best ice cream flavour EVER: Ben & Jerry's "The Gobfather." That stuff is sin incarnate.
In my Indigenous Cultures class today, we were talking about territoriality and property rights (err, the prof rambled, we tried to stay awake). In the middle of his lecture, he says something to the effect of, "I believe that around 50% of Native Canadians live off the reserve nowadays" and then he turns to me and asks, "Is that right?" I'm like, "Urk? Uhh, not a clue." Sheesh, this guy really doesn't get that I'm not knowledgeable about my culture! He asked me another question later, but I had totally tuned out and didn't even know what he was asking me about, so I shrugged and grinned. That seemed to satisfy him. God. For all I know he could have been asking me about the ancient sex practices of the Cree.
Best ice cream flavour EVER: Ben & Jerry's "The Gobfather." That stuff is sin incarnate.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Word of the day
lu·cu·brate
1. to work, write, or study laboriously, esp. at night.
2. to write learnedly.
1. to work, write, or study laboriously, esp. at night.
2. to write learnedly.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Sign of old age
What I did last night made me feel so old. I'm on the computer quite a lot lately, reading online stories and news and whatnot. However, I found that I kept changing the text size to just one setting larger.
I finally cracked and changed my laptop's screen resolution last night. I went from 1400x1050 pixels to 1024x768... But I have to admit, the new size was driving me up the wall - it was too big. So this morning I changed back to 1280x1024 pixels. It's moderately better.
I just feel old having done so - whenever I visit home, I always change my parents' monitor from 800x600 to the largest resolution... But now I find myself lowering to their level. LOL
I finally cracked and changed my laptop's screen resolution last night. I went from 1400x1050 pixels to 1024x768... But I have to admit, the new size was driving me up the wall - it was too big. So this morning I changed back to 1280x1024 pixels. It's moderately better.
I just feel old having done so - whenever I visit home, I always change my parents' monitor from 800x600 to the largest resolution... But now I find myself lowering to their level. LOL
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Technology is grand
So in an attempt to improve my productivity levels, I did a quick search on how to temporarily block websites.
I found a delightful Firefox extension that allows you either block websites in their entirety, or to block them after a you spend a certain amount of time on them. I quickly installed my new toy, inserted a random password so I wouldn't be able to cheat my way back into access of my sites easily, and yay! It seems to be working. (Of course, to disable my blocks, I could just uninstall the extension, but hopefully I'll never get that desperate.)
So far I've decided to block my fave websites so that I can access them for 30 minutes every 6 hours... I hope this will ensure that I surf them quickly and not get caught up in stalking people on facebook, or rereading the same comics over and over.
I found a delightful Firefox extension that allows you either block websites in their entirety, or to block them after a you spend a certain amount of time on them. I quickly installed my new toy, inserted a random password so I wouldn't be able to cheat my way back into access of my sites easily, and yay! It seems to be working. (Of course, to disable my blocks, I could just uninstall the extension, but hopefully I'll never get that desperate.)
So far I've decided to block my fave websites so that I can access them for 30 minutes every 6 hours... I hope this will ensure that I surf them quickly and not get caught up in stalking people on facebook, or rereading the same comics over and over.
Stupid technology
Argh. I was woken up at 7am this morning by my cell phone ringing with a strange phone number on it. When I finally fumbled it open, I had the immense pleasure of listening to an automated message telling me I had a message for "IT Telecom" and asked if I was an operator, and if so to press 1 now...
I hung up.
Apparently my cell rang 15 minutes later while I was out getting breakfast. And now it just rang again at 7:30. This time I listened to the message in its entirety. It ended up giving me the option of telling the machine that "IT Telecom" was either away for an extended period of time, or could not be reached at my phone number.
Grrr. Oh well, at least I'm awake and can get to an appointment on time.
I hung up.
Apparently my cell rang 15 minutes later while I was out getting breakfast. And now it just rang again at 7:30. This time I listened to the message in its entirety. It ended up giving me the option of telling the machine that "IT Telecom" was either away for an extended period of time, or could not be reached at my phone number.
Grrr. Oh well, at least I'm awake and can get to an appointment on time.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Not the smartest cookie
I had a "moment" yesterday.
I was walking down Bank St. with Lauda while looking at stores. We passed a porn store and I glanced at the name. It was called, "One in Ten."
I was confused and told Lauda, "Gee, that's a weird name for a porn store." Lauda gave me a strange look, but didn't bother saying anything.
Not even 5 steps away I suddenly stopped and said, "OooooH! I get it!" Lauda just laughed.
I was walking down Bank St. with Lauda while looking at stores. We passed a porn store and I glanced at the name. It was called, "One in Ten."
I was confused and told Lauda, "Gee, that's a weird name for a porn store." Lauda gave me a strange look, but didn't bother saying anything.
Not even 5 steps away I suddenly stopped and said, "OooooH! I get it!" Lauda just laughed.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Being one of the big kids
I'll admit, I was getting a little worried about how grad school and I were going to mix. I have three classes:
My Conflict and Development class was pretty intimidating for the first two lectures. The prof seemed to expect us to already be experts on the subject, and me, with my Canadian/European History background was certainly not feelin' the topic. Some of the readings made sense to me, and even enlightened me, but overall I was still feeling out of my depth. Talking to my classmates though, I realize I'm not the only one. A lot of people were freaked out by how intense the first lectures were. I'm heartened by this.
As for my Indigenous Peoples and Cultures class, I was a bit leery as to how much I'd learn in it. Our prof has admitted that he's an economist with next to no background in the subject, and that he's only teaching it because he was the one who suggested the course and therefore couldn't back out of it. He does seem amiable to new ideas and is interested in what the students have to say though, so that's a plus.
I did make the mistake of self-identifying as a Native Canadian though. And I made it clear (or so I thought) that I have no real ties to my culture, and that many people know more about Native life than me. Unfortunately he seemed to gloss over this fact and in the first lecture, kept asking me random stuff about being Native. I mostly made up answers or told him flat out that I didn't know the answer. LOL
My last class though, Human Security, is making up for everything else. I'm specializing in Human Security and Development, but to be honest, when I chose that specialization, I didn't really know what it meant. Our first "real" lecture was spent discussing just exactly what Human Security was. (FYI, the general definition is "The freedom from fear, and the freedom from want and need.")
Our prof is hilarious and speaks really really fast when he gets excited (which he seems to be all the time). His summary of the lecture was to go over his conspiracy theories of what's happening in the field of Human Security. He generated a lot of student discussion, and made the process easier by paraphrasing what we're trying to say. (That's a huge lifesaver for me, because sometimes I'll be trying to make a point, but I get confused and start rambling on, so he's able to get the general point I'm trying to make and clear it up.) He set us against one another, because it seemed like there were three different camps of thought in the classroom (and I created one of them).
Oh, I'm also amused to note that I only read 3 of the 4 readings for the Human Security class. While I was waiting for the class to begin, my classmates were complaining about the fourth article and how it was confusing and weird. As we nearing the end of the class itself, our prof suddenly mentions the article as well and says something to the effect of, "What did you guys think of that Brysk article? Wasn't that the most useless, ambivalent, and stupid thing you've ever read?!" Ha ha, glad I didn't waste my time with it then.
So yeah, those are my thoughts about my classes thus far. They're scary, but manageable I think. And I have to admit, I do look forward to that Human Security class.
- INAF 5209 - Conflict and Development
- INAF 5606 - Indigenous Peoples and Cultures
- INAF 5704 - Human Security
My Conflict and Development class was pretty intimidating for the first two lectures. The prof seemed to expect us to already be experts on the subject, and me, with my Canadian/European History background was certainly not feelin' the topic. Some of the readings made sense to me, and even enlightened me, but overall I was still feeling out of my depth. Talking to my classmates though, I realize I'm not the only one. A lot of people were freaked out by how intense the first lectures were. I'm heartened by this.
As for my Indigenous Peoples and Cultures class, I was a bit leery as to how much I'd learn in it. Our prof has admitted that he's an economist with next to no background in the subject, and that he's only teaching it because he was the one who suggested the course and therefore couldn't back out of it. He does seem amiable to new ideas and is interested in what the students have to say though, so that's a plus.
I did make the mistake of self-identifying as a Native Canadian though. And I made it clear (or so I thought) that I have no real ties to my culture, and that many people know more about Native life than me. Unfortunately he seemed to gloss over this fact and in the first lecture, kept asking me random stuff about being Native. I mostly made up answers or told him flat out that I didn't know the answer. LOL
My last class though, Human Security, is making up for everything else. I'm specializing in Human Security and Development, but to be honest, when I chose that specialization, I didn't really know what it meant. Our first "real" lecture was spent discussing just exactly what Human Security was. (FYI, the general definition is "The freedom from fear, and the freedom from want and need.")
Our prof is hilarious and speaks really really fast when he gets excited (which he seems to be all the time). His summary of the lecture was to go over his conspiracy theories of what's happening in the field of Human Security. He generated a lot of student discussion, and made the process easier by paraphrasing what we're trying to say. (That's a huge lifesaver for me, because sometimes I'll be trying to make a point, but I get confused and start rambling on, so he's able to get the general point I'm trying to make and clear it up.) He set us against one another, because it seemed like there were three different camps of thought in the classroom (and I created one of them).
Oh, I'm also amused to note that I only read 3 of the 4 readings for the Human Security class. While I was waiting for the class to begin, my classmates were complaining about the fourth article and how it was confusing and weird. As we nearing the end of the class itself, our prof suddenly mentions the article as well and says something to the effect of, "What did you guys think of that Brysk article? Wasn't that the most useless, ambivalent, and stupid thing you've ever read?!" Ha ha, glad I didn't waste my time with it then.
So yeah, those are my thoughts about my classes thus far. They're scary, but manageable I think. And I have to admit, I do look forward to that Human Security class.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
I beseech you!
I'm going crazy. For an hour now, I've been searching the internet, trying to find a place to buy some makeup online, and I'm out of options.
When I was in Hong Kong, I bought an Ingrid Millet Perfect Eyeliner Pen. I fell in love with the thing, but for the past several months, it's been wearing out. (I use it more out of habit - often you can't even tell that I have eyeliner on now.) It seems to have completely disappeared, and I'm going crazy without it!
So I put out the following request - SOMEONE PLEASE BUY ME SOME! I have no idea where to get it. I've searched the internet, looked on ebay, and nada! If someone from Asia reads this, contact me - I'm willing to pay for some and have you send it to me! I'll pay the shipping fees and everything! (Err, don't forget my birthday's coming up though. LOL)
Once again, I'm looking for some Ingrid Millet Paris Perfect Eyeliner Pen. I don't care if you get it in black or soft black. I just want my eyeliner!!! :(
Speaking of gifts... I've updated my wishlist for Christmas/birthday shopping. It's located on the right hand side of my blog.
When I was in Hong Kong, I bought an Ingrid Millet Perfect Eyeliner Pen. I fell in love with the thing, but for the past several months, it's been wearing out. (I use it more out of habit - often you can't even tell that I have eyeliner on now.) It seems to have completely disappeared, and I'm going crazy without it!
So I put out the following request - SOMEONE PLEASE BUY ME SOME! I have no idea where to get it. I've searched the internet, looked on ebay, and nada! If someone from Asia reads this, contact me - I'm willing to pay for some and have you send it to me! I'll pay the shipping fees and everything! (Err, don't forget my birthday's coming up though. LOL)
Once again, I'm looking for some Ingrid Millet Paris Perfect Eyeliner Pen. I don't care if you get it in black or soft black. I just want my eyeliner!!! :(
Speaking of gifts... I've updated my wishlist for Christmas/birthday shopping. It's located on the right hand side of my blog.
Monday, September 10, 2007
From Russia with tardiness
According to my roommate, apparently Friday night after I left the room, the girl who was supposed to live here finally showed up... Only to discover all my stuff lying around.
Her name was Ekaterina and she had just flown in from Russia. Can you imagine what a shock it would be to fly half way around the world and discover you had no place to live?! Nasrin said that the girl started to cry. Our don had to phone Housing Services to find out what was going on.
I hope she found a place to sleep!
Her name was Ekaterina and she had just flown in from Russia. Can you imagine what a shock it would be to fly half way around the world and discover you had no place to live?! Nasrin said that the girl started to cry. Our don had to phone Housing Services to find out what was going on.
I hope she found a place to sleep!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Life as a grad student
So I've been at Carleton University for a grand total of 7 days. It's been fraught with activities and problems already. There's nothing like starting your graduate career off with a violent rape the day orientation begins as well as a strike by the administrative staff.
On our first night of orientation, all the grad students went for a Haunted Walk tour of Ottawa. I forgot how much fun those things were! We had a really good guide named Margo who made the evening really fun for us. Afterwards we all tromped over to a pub for a meet and greet.
Other fun activities have included campus tours (and yes, I classified this as fun), pizza parties, more pub activities (I don't think we've had a single activity that hasn't included alcohol), trips to Dow's lake, movies, BBQs, and so on.
Last night was the "highlight" of orientation week - it was a boat cruise along the Rideau River. It was so much fun! We had free food and could buy alcohol. The top floor was reserved for dancing and boy, did we dance! They even had a contest to find the worst dancer, who then won $500 in dance lessons. (The contest was done to "Dancing Queen" by Abba.)
After the three hour cruise, we ended up moving to the Byward Market to a bar named Helsinki. The place was uber-swank, but also expensive. :S It was nearly $9 for a martini! (Mind you, they were absolutely delicious!) By this time, I was losing my voice and getting tired of having to repeat the whole spiel of, "Hi, my name is so and so, this is my program, etc."
Another grad student, Clarissa and I ended up leaving the bar and going to a salsa club nearby with some of her roommates and their friends. I had such a blast. The place was called Rumba, and it had a terrific live band!
Luckily the bus system here runs really late, so I was able to catch a bus home around 1:15am. Huzzah!
On the academic side of things, life has been a bit chaotic. Because of the strike, students in my program cannot add or drop classes. Therefore people (like myself) are locked in classes they don't want to take, and can't find out if there's even room in the classes they do want to be in.
I went to my program's resource centre to try and get some of the readings that I are due for tomorrow's classes... That was such an ordeal! You have to photocopy the readings, and the only way to photocopy is to use your campus card... Which I don't have.
You see, technically I'm not registered with Carelton University yet. They still need to see my official grades from Waterloo which won't be available until September 21. So until then, I can't register for courses, get student bus passes, access the wireless networks, my school email accounts, do laundry, or anything! It's such an ordeal.
So that's what I'm dealing with right now. I guess I should go and finish my readings for class tomorrow. Wish me luck with my first day of classes as a graduate student!
On our first night of orientation, all the grad students went for a Haunted Walk tour of Ottawa. I forgot how much fun those things were! We had a really good guide named Margo who made the evening really fun for us. Afterwards we all tromped over to a pub for a meet and greet.
Other fun activities have included campus tours (and yes, I classified this as fun), pizza parties, more pub activities (I don't think we've had a single activity that hasn't included alcohol), trips to Dow's lake, movies, BBQs, and so on.
Last night was the "highlight" of orientation week - it was a boat cruise along the Rideau River. It was so much fun! We had free food and could buy alcohol. The top floor was reserved for dancing and boy, did we dance! They even had a contest to find the worst dancer, who then won $500 in dance lessons. (The contest was done to "Dancing Queen" by Abba.)
After the three hour cruise, we ended up moving to the Byward Market to a bar named Helsinki. The place was uber-swank, but also expensive. :S It was nearly $9 for a martini! (Mind you, they were absolutely delicious!) By this time, I was losing my voice and getting tired of having to repeat the whole spiel of, "Hi, my name is so and so, this is my program, etc."
Another grad student, Clarissa and I ended up leaving the bar and going to a salsa club nearby with some of her roommates and their friends. I had such a blast. The place was called Rumba, and it had a terrific live band!
Luckily the bus system here runs really late, so I was able to catch a bus home around 1:15am. Huzzah!
On the academic side of things, life has been a bit chaotic. Because of the strike, students in my program cannot add or drop classes. Therefore people (like myself) are locked in classes they don't want to take, and can't find out if there's even room in the classes they do want to be in.
I went to my program's resource centre to try and get some of the readings that I are due for tomorrow's classes... That was such an ordeal! You have to photocopy the readings, and the only way to photocopy is to use your campus card... Which I don't have.
You see, technically I'm not registered with Carelton University yet. They still need to see my official grades from Waterloo which won't be available until September 21. So until then, I can't register for courses, get student bus passes, access the wireless networks, my school email accounts, do laundry, or anything! It's such an ordeal.
So that's what I'm dealing with right now. I guess I should go and finish my readings for class tomorrow. Wish me luck with my first day of classes as a graduate student!
Introducing Rosemary
My mother is beyond warped.
I would like to introduce everyone to Rosemary. Rosemary is a creepy ugly doll that my mom purchased at a garage sale for the grand total of $1. Why did she waste her money on this atrocity of a toy? So she could torment me.
I came home after her shopping expedition and entered my bedroom. On my bed sat Rosemary. Upon meeting its beady blank eyes, the only thoughts that coursed through my head were, "What the fuck?" I assumed it must have been Cara's toy (as they were visiting at this time). Then I hear my mother's snickering from behind me.
She bought the toy for me and me alone. I don't know what possessed her to do so, but even she acknowledged its hideousness. I have a thing against creepy dolls, so now the family persists in trying to bug with with Rosemary. The thing has been snuggled under my blankets for when I go to bed, it has been hidden within my suitcase while on trips to Toronto, hung on the back of a bathroom door to scare the hell out of other family members, and now, it sits on the top of my shelves here in Ottawa.
For the curious, the doll became known as Rosemary because it seemed appropriate. You know, the movie, "Rosemary's Baby?" Yikes, just typing about her is making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
I would like to introduce everyone to Rosemary. Rosemary is a creepy ugly doll that my mom purchased at a garage sale for the grand total of $1. Why did she waste her money on this atrocity of a toy? So she could torment me.
I came home after her shopping expedition and entered my bedroom. On my bed sat Rosemary. Upon meeting its beady blank eyes, the only thoughts that coursed through my head were, "What the fuck?" I assumed it must have been Cara's toy (as they were visiting at this time). Then I hear my mother's snickering from behind me.
She bought the toy for me and me alone. I don't know what possessed her to do so, but even she acknowledged its hideousness. I have a thing against creepy dolls, so now the family persists in trying to bug with with Rosemary. The thing has been snuggled under my blankets for when I go to bed, it has been hidden within my suitcase while on trips to Toronto, hung on the back of a bathroom door to scare the hell out of other family members, and now, it sits on the top of my shelves here in Ottawa.
For the curious, the doll became known as Rosemary because it seemed appropriate. You know, the movie, "Rosemary's Baby?" Yikes, just typing about her is making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
You've got (a) mail(ling address)
I have a place to live! Yahoo!!!
As mentioned, I had been living on people's couches/air mattresses for the past week. I stayed with a high school friend, Sara and her boyfriend for the first couple of days. Their apartment was ridiculously convenient for accessing the school. They were also super helpful in helping me learn the bus systems and whatnot.
Then on Tuesday I migrated over to my old roommate, Lauda's apartment in downtown Ottawa. I had such a blast with Lauda. It was like we had never moved apart. Crashing at her place made me feel so much better. I have to admit, I was beginning to feel a little homesick (I was stressed over having to make new friends, figure out course registration, not having a place to live, etc.). However, within 30 minutes of being at her place, it was like being back home. Thanks Lauda!
Thursday was the residence room giveaway. Housing Services was giving away the rooms of people who didn't show up to claim theirs. So I had to go to the residence commons area and wait with like 50 other girls in hopes of getting room. I was so nervous, but thankfully grad students were the first to be given service.
Apparently there were only two empty female grad rooms, and when the housing services lady asked how many grad students were in the crowd, I was the only one. Yahoo! I just about melted with relief!
I ended up staying at Lauda's for one more night because I was too lazy to wrangle my suitcase on the buses over to residence. On Friday morning, I packed everything up and went to my new home.
My roommate seems nice so far. I've barely had a chance to get to know her. Her name's Nasrin and she's from Iran. My only complaint with her right now is that her dish soap is ridiculously perfume-y. Seriously, I feel itchy just smelling it, and that's all you CAN smell in the kitchen. If that's the only issue I have with her for the next 8 months, I think I'll survive. :)
I'm mostly unpacked right now. There are still some odds and ends lying around like my tupperware and spices because there's no room for them in my cupboards.
As mentioned, I had been living on people's couches/air mattresses for the past week. I stayed with a high school friend, Sara and her boyfriend for the first couple of days. Their apartment was ridiculously convenient for accessing the school. They were also super helpful in helping me learn the bus systems and whatnot.
Then on Tuesday I migrated over to my old roommate, Lauda's apartment in downtown Ottawa. I had such a blast with Lauda. It was like we had never moved apart. Crashing at her place made me feel so much better. I have to admit, I was beginning to feel a little homesick (I was stressed over having to make new friends, figure out course registration, not having a place to live, etc.). However, within 30 minutes of being at her place, it was like being back home. Thanks Lauda!
Thursday was the residence room giveaway. Housing Services was giving away the rooms of people who didn't show up to claim theirs. So I had to go to the residence commons area and wait with like 50 other girls in hopes of getting room. I was so nervous, but thankfully grad students were the first to be given service.
Apparently there were only two empty female grad rooms, and when the housing services lady asked how many grad students were in the crowd, I was the only one. Yahoo! I just about melted with relief!
I ended up staying at Lauda's for one more night because I was too lazy to wrangle my suitcase on the buses over to residence. On Friday morning, I packed everything up and went to my new home.
My roommate seems nice so far. I've barely had a chance to get to know her. Her name's Nasrin and she's from Iran. My only complaint with her right now is that her dish soap is ridiculously perfume-y. Seriously, I feel itchy just smelling it, and that's all you CAN smell in the kitchen. If that's the only issue I have with her for the next 8 months, I think I'll survive. :)
I'm mostly unpacked right now. There are still some odds and ends lying around like my tupperware and spices because there's no room for them in my cupboards.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Greetings from the Nation's Capital
Hello everyone!
I am now in Canada's capital city. My parents and I drove up on Thursday and we've had a relaxing weekend. Here's the situation for those of you who haven't heard.
I'm homeless.
I've been staying with my parents in their hotel for the past three days while we did the tourist thing and visited Carleton U for last minute purposes. However, now my parents have left a few hours ago and I'm homeless!
I'm hoping to get into graduate residence, but I've been wait listed for a room. I'm staying with a couple of friends for the first week until I can find out if I can get into residence. (On Sept. 6th, they're handing out the rooms of people who didn't show up for registration.) So until then, I'm at the mercy of my pals (one of whom I haven't seen since last year, and the other since high school!)
Tonight I'm hopping on the bus to go downtown and go on a Haunted Walk tour with other grad students and then we're going to a pub. Tomorrow's plans include tours of campus, pizza parties, and more pubs. (Hey, I'm in school, I have to drink!)
That's all for now I guess. I've been talking with my friend's boyfriend for the past couple of hours. He's been super helpful giving me tips and whatnot about the transit systems.
Miss y'all!
I am now in Canada's capital city. My parents and I drove up on Thursday and we've had a relaxing weekend. Here's the situation for those of you who haven't heard.
I'm homeless.
I've been staying with my parents in their hotel for the past three days while we did the tourist thing and visited Carleton U for last minute purposes. However, now my parents have left a few hours ago and I'm homeless!
I'm hoping to get into graduate residence, but I've been wait listed for a room. I'm staying with a couple of friends for the first week until I can find out if I can get into residence. (On Sept. 6th, they're handing out the rooms of people who didn't show up for registration.) So until then, I'm at the mercy of my pals (one of whom I haven't seen since last year, and the other since high school!)
Tonight I'm hopping on the bus to go downtown and go on a Haunted Walk tour with other grad students and then we're going to a pub. Tomorrow's plans include tours of campus, pizza parties, and more pubs. (Hey, I'm in school, I have to drink!)
That's all for now I guess. I've been talking with my friend's boyfriend for the past couple of hours. He's been super helpful giving me tips and whatnot about the transit systems.
Miss y'all!
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