Ashamed to be Chinese
[]April 29, 2005

[Jean has a much better desciption]

"It's people like these that make me ashamed to be Chinese." a quote from my friend, Jean that I agree on. Let start by going back two days ago when I went to London, Ontario to visit my friend and help her move out. You see, before we went, we were aware that her landlord's sister-in-law lives as a guest under the same roof as Jean. This lady is fresh from China, in her 50s. She acts like she owns the place.

Yesterday, Jean was packing up her containers. But this lady had put her food in my friend's containers for over a week. So courteously, she put the food in one of the lady's bowls and proceeds to wash her containers. The lady storms in and demands her that Jean return her bowls and then accuses her of stealing. What the fuck, those bowls were given to Jean by her grandmother. All the while I was standing there. Holy fuck. She was raving and screaming like a madwoman. I got so angry and I was like "Can you talk to us like people without screaming?" She turns to me to tell me I have no right to speak. I laughed and said "The house isn't yours or mine so neither you or I have any right to speak."

She proceeds to say that Jean never washes the dishes and since she washes Jean's containers, she can use them. First of all, Jean washes her dishes all the time, and second just because the lady washed her containers, doesn't give her ownership of them. Jean also commented that the lady's son doesn't do dishes for weeks until he is promted. The lady retorts "He is a guy you a girl." WHAT THE FUCK DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?

Anyway, when she insulted Jean's mother and her up-bringing, I started yelling at her and defending Jean. So I took the 7 day old "gel soup" in her bowl and squeezed the water from a dirty cloth into it. She was furious. The lady was like "Why did you squeeze dirty water into my food." I replied "It's 7 day's old, not like you were going to eat it anyway, we are washing it." She fucking slapped me! So I slugged her one back in her face and raised my fist to punch her face in all the while screaming and cussing at her in disbelief. I'm sorry but this is fucking Canada, not China. Here, you are no allowed to attack someone over a bowl. And firstly, I'm not her fucking daughter. Heck, I'm not even her tenant, I'm a guest. My friend grabbed my arm preventing me from socking her so I spit in her face instead. I left the room laughing and she threatened to lie to the cops about both of us punching her first. So I laughed at her again and when the cops got there, they agreed with me and said that if they have to come back again, they are taking her to jail for assualt. Booyeah! (On that side note, the cop was INCREDIBLY HOT ). All this over a fucking bowl that Jean was going to just give to them anyway if they wanted it that badly.

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4 yr Anniversary!
[] June 19, 2005

I've been celebrating my 4 yr anniversary with David for the past few days. It's early in the morning and he is sleep sound asleep in my bed. See Honey Cam haha. To celebrate, I got him a nice pair of %100 polyester boxers (that shit is soft!) and a nice button down top. He took me to see Batman Begins (which rocked) and we had a niiiiice dinner at Kelesy's last night.

He intended to take me on a shopping spree but because of something wrong with payroll, that'll be delayed for a few weeks. No matter, because he got me [THIS]! I'm been wanting it for months! We have a little bit of celebrating left to do, haha. Our actual anniversary it tomorrow, but he has to work.

I'll explain why I'm blogging to flippin early today.

I had a nightmare. The build up wasn't important, but what was, was the ending of the dream. Basically a whole group of people including me were taken hostage and this psyco killer was going to kill a little boy. So I quickly grabbed him and told him to crawl under the deck which is covered by big banners. As I followed him, the psyco killer saw me. He stopped performing on stage, and blasted me with what seemed to be a shotgun in the side. I played dead. When someone found me, they discreetly took me to the back room. This room was filled with about 7 or 8 mattresses leaned up against te walls, separately.

When I managed to stand up and look into the mirror, I was horrified. The hole through my side was about a foot and a half in length and I could see through layers of my flesh and an organ pumping. I didn't cry, I was in shock. Someone managed to called the cops, but when they rushed in, the psyco blasted their heads off. I crawled my way into a doorless closet and played dead again. Everyone managed to get out.

I heard the killer approach the room. His footsteps. I heard him stand in front of me, watching. I was expecting him to shoot me to make sure I was dead, but instead. ... He crouched down and held a phone out to me. I forced my head to the side to hear what was on the other end.

It was David. He said something about "...the movies..." And I had to painfully scrape the words from my mouth. I remember saying, "David." ... "I don't think I can make it to the movies with you." ... *gasp for air*. "I'm sorry."

I suddenly woke up and looked over at David beside me. I started to cry. I seriously thought I would never see him again. David woke up and started to comfort me. Geez that was such a vivid yet creepy dream. I wasn't afraid of dying or the gaping hole in my side, the aspect of separation was what frightened me the most.

















































































Isis
[] July 16, 2005

OOOMMMGGGG!!! !!

David called me Thursday night and sounded really ackward. He was asking a bunch of weird questions about names and such. I finally wormed it out of him. WE HAVE A NEW KITTEN!!!!!!

Her name is Isis (pronounces ice-is). She is about 6 weeks old and was born into a litter by a stray cat. She's very calm and easy to handle, whereas Pico was scared of everything and fidgety. We brought her over to my house and Pico started to hiss. Eep! We are hoping that Pico will get used to Isis eventually. David is taking her home tomorrow. I have 'custody' of Pico, and Isis is David's.


As for work, you won't believe what the janitor complained about this time. We talked to him about discussing matters with us away from the children. So the first problem he had to confront us about? He pulled my co-worker, Jasmin, aside and complained that another co-worker and I had left condensation on the table from our microwaved lunches.

..........

Ooook. Well, first of all, Jasmin asked him to show her this "condensation". By the time they got to the staff room, there was five drops of water on the table ...

What the fuck, ... is wrong with him?

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Car Accident
[] December 17, 2005

Last night on my way to Dave's house, making a right hand turn, I decided I was going too fast and wanted to keep driving to prevent crashing. I started to change lanes and realized that car was sliding and heading into the fast lane and soon, into oncoming traffic. I turned the wheel a slight right to get back into the lane and the wheels hit black ice.

My car spun out almost 180 degrees and I saw the huge snow bank heading towards me pretty quick.

I had no flashbacks, no thoughts of loved ones. Only, what would happen in the aftermath. I foresaw glass smashing in and the door caving, my crumpled body against the wheel, no airbags, a mess.

I screamed and it echoed. I hit.

I came too a few seconds later, shaken and took me a while to realize where I was and what had happened. I began to cry from shock. I called David right away and he said he would be there in a few minutes.

I put my cell away and looked up. A car slowly approached with his emergency lights on. I crawlled out the passenger side because the driver's side was up against snow. "Holy fuck." I got out and took a look at the driver's side. Crushed.

Glass was still in place, not like I had "foreseen", just a big dent. The back wheels were off the ground. The owner of the house drove up and a crowd started to gather to ask me what had happened. David and his friend Jeff got there seconds later. The cops arrived since the station was right across the street.

The men put a wooden board between my front bumper and Jeff's 4-wheel drive and pushed my car onto the street.

I went back to Dave's cold and terrified. If I was going any faster, the door would've come in and I would've landed myself in hospital. Get winter tires!!!

For those who read visually, click [HERE] to see what happened.

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Photo Album + Xmas
[] December 14, 2005

IT'S DONE! IT'S DONE! I got off my lazy ass and finished coding for my:
[Photo Album]
No more disorganized images and pictures!!

This is how Christmasy house is. Very romantic, I think.


In other X-mas news, I've changed my cam to be more festive. XD There are naughtier ones but those are for Dave's eyes only.

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The Weekend
[] January 28, 2006

I got a job interview on Thursday as a Preschool Assistant. All went well and I hope I get the job. I have a heck of a lot of paperwork to get through. Police check, immunizations, tax forms completed, the works. The supervisor gave me an indepth description of the job on paper. I read it and somehow, I think it wants me to change diapers. O____O
[EDIT]ZOMG! I got the job! They checked my references, said I had more skills than they had expected so I am getting paid more than I was hoping for! [/EDIT]

Friday, I mopped around David's place. We had a little spat so I went to La Vie en Rose to get some Lace Gloves to comfort myself. Haha, nothing a little lingere shopping can't fix. I went back to Dave's continued the arguement, got a little rough and made up. Call me weird, but sometimes I like when our fights get a little physical. It feels sexy cuz then it always turns into sex. XD

Today, I dragged David's ass to see Brokeback Mountain with my friend Jen. Poor boy was teased by his friends badly. But you know what? I'm proud. Out of all his buddies, David seems the most mature and allowing himself to be little more open minded makes me love him tons more. Seriously, SEEING A MOVIE WITH A GAY COUPLE IN IT WILL NOT MAKE YOU GAY!!! After the movie, he even said that it was very moving, touching and a wonderful drama and I agree. I loved it. I'm proud of two widely known actors for taking those roles, I'm proud of the makers of the movie, but I' most proud of my boyfriend who took the time to see it with me, no quarrels, despite the bickering of his buddies. The fact that my opinion matters more to him makes it all worthwhile.

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Tuberculosis
[] February 11, 2006

I wasn't sure how to blog about this, but about a week ago, I was diagnosed with [Tuberculosis]. What is TB? It's a disease caused by bacteria that usually attacks the lungs. It makes you cough up blood and can be fatal. I learned this at a routine employment check up. I'm not contagious, and as far as I know, my immune system has been keeping it in check. I seriously don't know how long I've had it.

I did a little research and discovered that the swollen lymphnodes I've had since I was a child is a strand of Tuberculosis. That's explains why I was pretty sickly as a kid.

Lately I've been watching sad movies and music videos. I've been much more in tune with romantic notions of sick women (like Moulin Rouge). I hate to sound morbid but a part of me wants to be on my deathbed (probably the drama queen in me saying this). It's an attractive thought to me because then people around me would care for me more and I wouldn't have much to think about.

To those of you who have the time, take a look at this Chinese music video. You don't need to know the language to understand it. I'm quite convinced the girl as TB. I guarantee a cry, if not, it will choke you up a bit. [Watch it here]

On top of things, it is quite possible that Dave and I have broken up since the last tantrum he threw as a result of my "attitude" may be unforgivable. He knows I have TB but he's sure it's nothing but it's probably why I want to be sick. He's taken all his stuff, including the heater he gave me. I'm so cold.

I'm drunk, I need sleep. Goodnight all.

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