Well. Bad news first.
I lost my Bus Pass.
Annoyingly enough, I lost it sometime today. I have no clue where. So I took the bus to Lincoln Fields to get a new one, even though it would cost me money. Problem: They closed 2 minutes before I got there. So therefore, I had to wait until tomorrow. Wasted another hour of my time.
However, I discovered I have a talent for remembering girl's faces. Pretty girls. Since I took an hour long joyride, I saw two very pretty girls. Right now, I haven't seen many pretty asian girls in Ottawa (girls I don't know), but I have seen many pretty white girls. The first one I saw was a brunette, but she dyed her hair blonde. She had a devil's halo showing. What struck me was her very smooth complexion. Smooth ivory skin with rosy cheeks. Slim. She looked very nice for a woman that was around 28-30 (estimate).
The second one was the girl that struck me the most. She boarded the bus with me at Lincoln Fields, so it was like 15 minutes of staring. Quite. I don't think I could have helped it. Reddish brown hair that shone. Must have been a metallic dye. Green-grey eyes. Triangular heart-shaped face. Slim. White jacket over a light blue tank top. Tight form fitting jeans with paint splotches. And she had this cute little non-frown expression. I just thought she was very very cute. It looked kinda like a sullen Lindsey Lohan kinda look. Although I don't think Lindsey Lohan is cute. Weird.
Oh well. Still freaking upset?...annoyed would be better... at losing that bus pass.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Thinking about....nothing in particular
People come and people go.
I have to admit something. I remember people based on names. I don't remember people based on how they look. I remember people based on their names. Names to me are your identity. I remember people grouped together by name and how you look are just a quality attached to the 'name' structure, in programming terms. I think this is why I don't remember names that often. To me, the names are the most important tag to people. I have to know a person after talking to them a few times before I remember what their names are.
However, once I can connect you to a name, I usually remember most stuff. This forgetfulness at names however, does not make me popular.
I wonder what I can do to make myself remember names? Maybe if people were more extraordinary?
I have to admit something. I remember people based on names. I don't remember people based on how they look. I remember people based on their names. Names to me are your identity. I remember people grouped together by name and how you look are just a quality attached to the 'name' structure, in programming terms. I think this is why I don't remember names that often. To me, the names are the most important tag to people. I have to know a person after talking to them a few times before I remember what their names are.
However, once I can connect you to a name, I usually remember most stuff. This forgetfulness at names however, does not make me popular.
I wonder what I can do to make myself remember names? Maybe if people were more extraordinary?
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
More weird dreams
Well. Yesterday I slept at a relatively normal time (10:00pm) and I had the most...strange dream in a while. The reason it was strange is that it was actually about myself. Although the settings were not clear, there were many past elements in it. It was a long dream, and I don't think I remember the first part of it. It involved me talking about growing up and how the last 5 years was pretty much the same.
Then the second part was really interesting. It was me and discussing my crushes over the years. I have termed them to be crushes, not even at the level of like, just because I don't believe that they have ever gotten me to do anything before. Most of them, I stop short of doing anything about my feelings, therefore, those feelings must not have been that powerful.
Now, someone, I don't remember who, but he/she acts as my second. My most trustworthy accomplice. Let's call it a him, for the sake of pronouns. He brings up each of my crushes, and I keep saying that each of them were a crush, no more. And yet, it kinda hurt just looking at each of them. After each of them were shown in turn, I stated to each of them were just a crush to me, nothing more. To my shock, the last girl on the list actually frowned at this. She was the only one that had a different emotion displayed afterwards. She frowned and then looked kind of shocked. She asked me if this was true. I said yes, that she was only a crush to me. She then expressed her disbelief at this and told me that I did really like her. That the only reason that I never pursued her was not because of my lack of feelings, but rather, but rather the fact that she had a boyfriend already. That implied an obstacle that I did not care to go over. And that she said was the real answer. I did not want to struggle to achieve what I want to get. And then she kinda looked sadly to me. And then it ended.
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So did I really like her? Maybe. Who knows. I still think, in consciousness, that it was much too soon to say it was like. Since I hardly spent any time with her. But meh. It's kinda interesting that it was such a thought provoking dream compared to the other dreams I have. And it was weird too because if I remember the first part correctly, it was about which of the 3 roads I should walk down, Achievement, Happiness, or Respect. This would definately fall under Happiness.
Anyways. Enough writing for tonight. Till I see you again, my Valkyrie, my Muse. I so want to meet you again.
Then the second part was really interesting. It was me and discussing my crushes over the years. I have termed them to be crushes, not even at the level of like, just because I don't believe that they have ever gotten me to do anything before. Most of them, I stop short of doing anything about my feelings, therefore, those feelings must not have been that powerful.
Now, someone, I don't remember who, but he/she acts as my second. My most trustworthy accomplice. Let's call it a him, for the sake of pronouns. He brings up each of my crushes, and I keep saying that each of them were a crush, no more. And yet, it kinda hurt just looking at each of them. After each of them were shown in turn, I stated to each of them were just a crush to me, nothing more. To my shock, the last girl on the list actually frowned at this. She was the only one that had a different emotion displayed afterwards. She frowned and then looked kind of shocked. She asked me if this was true. I said yes, that she was only a crush to me. She then expressed her disbelief at this and told me that I did really like her. That the only reason that I never pursued her was not because of my lack of feelings, but rather, but rather the fact that she had a boyfriend already. That implied an obstacle that I did not care to go over. And that she said was the real answer. I did not want to struggle to achieve what I want to get. And then she kinda looked sadly to me. And then it ended.
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So did I really like her? Maybe. Who knows. I still think, in consciousness, that it was much too soon to say it was like. Since I hardly spent any time with her. But meh. It's kinda interesting that it was such a thought provoking dream compared to the other dreams I have. And it was weird too because if I remember the first part correctly, it was about which of the 3 roads I should walk down, Achievement, Happiness, or Respect. This would definately fall under Happiness.
Anyways. Enough writing for tonight. Till I see you again, my Valkyrie, my Muse. I so want to meet you again.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Haha. Not much going on.
So...this weekend....did nothing. I wanted to go out Saturday, but the thing was that it rained and the sky was dark so I stayed home. It wasn't that much fun going out in the dark and wet. Sunday, I was tired, so I slept the day away.
I never said what happened on my first day of work. First day of work, I was told to report in at 10 oclock. The thing was, the bus that runs from my place to there actually stops at 8:30. So, I decided to take the latest bus possible so that I don't have to wait for the interview long. The problem was, I timed it too perfectly. I was on the other side of the road when the bus zoomed passed the bus stop. Since that was the last bus, I decided to walk. It was fun. 6.8km.
Anyways. Nothing new here. Been sleeping at odd hours though. Oh well.
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So I've been thinking. There are three major paths that everyone can choose: Achievement, Happiness, or Respect. Achievement, as in the achievement of goals set by yourself. Happiness, as in joy, not contentment. And Respect, as in reputation and how others see you. I wonder which one is the most worthwhile? How many people actually come to the end of their road?
Personally, I think happiness would be the 'easiest' and probably the one that would make you feel good. But Achievement would be where you'll 'grow' the most into a better person. Respect seems to be a balance of both. But which ones should I choose I wonder? And I wonder how other people would choose. Would you choose achievement, happiness or respect as your path in life? Comments people, comments please.
I never said what happened on my first day of work. First day of work, I was told to report in at 10 oclock. The thing was, the bus that runs from my place to there actually stops at 8:30. So, I decided to take the latest bus possible so that I don't have to wait for the interview long. The problem was, I timed it too perfectly. I was on the other side of the road when the bus zoomed passed the bus stop. Since that was the last bus, I decided to walk. It was fun. 6.8km.
Anyways. Nothing new here. Been sleeping at odd hours though. Oh well.
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So I've been thinking. There are three major paths that everyone can choose: Achievement, Happiness, or Respect. Achievement, as in the achievement of goals set by yourself. Happiness, as in joy, not contentment. And Respect, as in reputation and how others see you. I wonder which one is the most worthwhile? How many people actually come to the end of their road?
Personally, I think happiness would be the 'easiest' and probably the one that would make you feel good. But Achievement would be where you'll 'grow' the most into a better person. Respect seems to be a balance of both. But which ones should I choose I wonder? And I wonder how other people would choose. Would you choose achievement, happiness or respect as your path in life? Comments people, comments please.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Kanata. New. Fun?
Well, I've been here for a while. 4 days or so. Nothing new. Nothing spectacular. Just work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. It's kinda boring, especially since I don't know anyone here. I'd probably explore the city a bit on the weekends. But on weekdays, it is kinda boring.
The people here are nice, but I've yet to meet anyone really. My "collegues" are all older than me by 20 years. They're interesting, but I can't relate to them easily. Oh well. This weekend, I'll go out towards down town and see what's there. Maybe hit some of the musuems.
Kanata/Ottawa's traffic system is great. It is prompt, friendly and willing to bend the rules to attract more riders. It doesn't need a subway because there are unique bus-only highways that take place of trains. However, I do have one misgiving about it. It is freaking inefficient in bureaucratic matters. It took me 2 hours to get an Photo ID pass for their student monthly bus card. 2 HOURS. By the time I got back, my landlord Geordie and my roommate Michal, thought I got lost. I got home around 9. Meh.
Work...is work. Nothing special. Still reading documents. Systems is kind of interesting, seeing where things fit together. What I don't like is that I have no real work yet.
I guess I may just be bored and lonely. There's no one here that I know that I would go adventuring with, with the definition of adventure being to journey forth to the unknown depths of downtown ottawa.
Anyways. I leave you all with a dream I just had in the past 3 hours. I came home, then just fell down and slept.
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girl told me her life story.
"It's never been me and family. You see, my dad was a researcher for the US military. Since he was an employee, he was entitled to benefits. My mother was the wife of a researcher. She had the same benefits. Me, I was a civilian and they didn't concern themsevles with me.
The first few years were tough. My mother worked two jobs in order to support us. Then one day, our dad came home and flashed mom his bank account. He smiled a bit more, then collapsed onto the couch.
After that, we noticed him growing bigger and fatter. After his rise in the US military research group, he went on trips more often. He ate at fancy luxury hotels with fatty foods while we stayed at our large mansion in new hampshire.
But after a while, he came back. Spent more time with us. My mother was pregnant again. This time with my sister. My dad promised to slim down. My mom got visibly bigger. She was in her last term of pregnancy and Christmas was drawing near. My dad had visibly slimmed down. However, on chirstmas eve, he was holding mom while mom was holding the baby. I was watching it all, when all of a sudden, his face changed. He started blabbering about how he had a mistress somewhere and that they had a daughter. After 2 minutes of babbling, he collapsed onto the easy chair. Afterwards, he wouldn't recognize us, even though he asked for us. For him, time had stopped back then when we were still poor.
Mom had the baby, but after the baby, she didn't know what to do. We had enough money. But mom slowly couldn't accept Dad forgetting about her. Dad on the other hand was oblivious. Now you see me, trying to go to school to pretend like everything is still normal. Well it isn't."
She turns around and walks away.
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Interesting? Weird. I guess weird would be the best word. Anyways. A good night to all and to all a good night.
The people here are nice, but I've yet to meet anyone really. My "collegues" are all older than me by 20 years. They're interesting, but I can't relate to them easily. Oh well. This weekend, I'll go out towards down town and see what's there. Maybe hit some of the musuems.
Kanata/Ottawa's traffic system is great. It is prompt, friendly and willing to bend the rules to attract more riders. It doesn't need a subway because there are unique bus-only highways that take place of trains. However, I do have one misgiving about it. It is freaking inefficient in bureaucratic matters. It took me 2 hours to get an Photo ID pass for their student monthly bus card. 2 HOURS. By the time I got back, my landlord Geordie and my roommate Michal, thought I got lost. I got home around 9. Meh.
Work...is work. Nothing special. Still reading documents. Systems is kind of interesting, seeing where things fit together. What I don't like is that I have no real work yet.
I guess I may just be bored and lonely. There's no one here that I know that I would go adventuring with, with the definition of adventure being to journey forth to the unknown depths of downtown ottawa.
Anyways. I leave you all with a dream I just had in the past 3 hours. I came home, then just fell down and slept.
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girl told me her life story.
"It's never been me and family. You see, my dad was a researcher for the US military. Since he was an employee, he was entitled to benefits. My mother was the wife of a researcher. She had the same benefits. Me, I was a civilian and they didn't concern themsevles with me.
The first few years were tough. My mother worked two jobs in order to support us. Then one day, our dad came home and flashed mom his bank account. He smiled a bit more, then collapsed onto the couch.
After that, we noticed him growing bigger and fatter. After his rise in the US military research group, he went on trips more often. He ate at fancy luxury hotels with fatty foods while we stayed at our large mansion in new hampshire.
But after a while, he came back. Spent more time with us. My mother was pregnant again. This time with my sister. My dad promised to slim down. My mom got visibly bigger. She was in her last term of pregnancy and Christmas was drawing near. My dad had visibly slimmed down. However, on chirstmas eve, he was holding mom while mom was holding the baby. I was watching it all, when all of a sudden, his face changed. He started blabbering about how he had a mistress somewhere and that they had a daughter. After 2 minutes of babbling, he collapsed onto the easy chair. Afterwards, he wouldn't recognize us, even though he asked for us. For him, time had stopped back then when we were still poor.
Mom had the baby, but after the baby, she didn't know what to do. We had enough money. But mom slowly couldn't accept Dad forgetting about her. Dad on the other hand was oblivious. Now you see me, trying to go to school to pretend like everything is still normal. Well it isn't."
She turns around and walks away.
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Interesting? Weird. I guess weird would be the best word. Anyways. A good night to all and to all a good night.
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