I was super bored
"To the ultimate awful spirit of nature:
The nature 'who predominated by almighty you, we are brothers!
We had been punished by ignoring the natural rules constituted by you:
we have incurred the mud-rock flow because of destroying the forests, exploiting sand and rock illegally;
We have incurred sand storm because of demolishing the vegetation and grazing in excess;
We have incurred the extinction of the creatural species because of wanton slaughter;
We have incurred the extinction of the botanic species because of overuses;
We have infected by the plague because we discarded the garbage anywhere;
We have let the water polluted because we discharged foul water at will;
We have let the air polluted because we emitted exhaust gas without restraint;
We have poisoned our food because we overused the growth hormone and pesticide;
....
Please forgive our sins!
We have been punished by what we have done, you have warned us.
We therefore devoted to protect and beautify the environmental we live, and we will try our best to pay back what we have owed you.
We beg you the forgiveness.
Blessing!"
There is much to talk about but I have little time. I missed my flight earlier today/yesterday/the day before. I can't remember. My brain hurts from a night out in Macau at the Venetian Casino at a pool party with the cast from Zaia, a Cirque de Soleil show in China. I am safely home and need a day to get over whatever I have; jetlag or sitting in an airport for 7 hours.
Will I be posting photos with my trip? I hope there is internet.
I was on a different site and I randomly found this picture. I just sold my commuter that was a bit old so now I'm ready to buy a new bike. Why so I have a need to be part of bike culture? Probably because images like this are utterly sexy. Chicks on bikes are hot.
I may not be ready for buying a house, but I have lost my last book in a sea of crap from my parents. Time to move out.I have teen angst at 29.
Yes, I should've moved out but I thought I needed to buy a place in order to do that. Doesn't make sense but my life makes even less sense without the move.
Btw:
People die when they are killed...
http://whatever.scalzi.com/2005/09/03/being-poor/
The first 8-10 years of my life is very similar to what is written in that blog. I immigrated to Canada with my family. We never shopped anywhere but Value Village and picked food out of the bargain bin.
My parents constantly fought over money and my mom hated my dad for taking the family out of the home country. My dad lost his job as a chicken processor when I was 10 years old and my mom was going on her 5th job in 3 years. My dad found somewhere else to work and studied at home to learn English.
My parents constantly pushed me to go through school and get an education. I hated them for that but now that I've grown up with a somewhat well-paying steady job, I've really started to appreciate what they've done to get me to where I am. They only pushed me to get an education and not much else. I ended up missing quite a few childhood activities as a result and there are things about me that are really quirky and annoying as a result of the late development.
But now I am completely grateful for the things in my life. This weekend I had a quirky "midnight snack" at an Asian cafe with a cool chick who was breaking her own stereotypes by showing up. Then I went for a great party on Saturday, followed by an awesome 18km hike to Garibaldi Lake only to see all the other nations represented at lakeside.
This country, Canada, kicks the ass of all other nations because of this. My parents had nothing coming into Canada. I was a sad little boy and now I'm happy to say that I've kissed many a pretty girl. I am happy.
How rare do you think this will be in the next few years? What are all the whales going to eat if the little shrimps don't get to eat smaller things. This picture is awesome. Click the link and look at the rest of the photos.
This is me sitting in the smallest chair in the room. There are larger chairs, but this one is the best.
http://www.yesmagazine.org/article.asp?ID=3330



