Yesterday my mother asked me how I imagined my wedding to be. I've never really thought about it, to be honest. And when I told her that she seemed a little put off. But my dad seemed to get it. My mom's response was that every little girl dreams about her wedding. Yes, that may be true, but this girl dreams of food and travel, of adventure and exploration. Not just one day of her life.
When I think of my wedding day, all I see are blank, hazy bits. I can see WHO is there, but all the other details are all blurry. because I really don't know. I have vague ideas, and even have a Pinterest board for it, but that is all they are - ideas. It seems my mother, and according to her, my grandmother, already know who they want to invite. As the oldest of my generation and being a girl, the pressure is there. My mother keeps reminding me, by my age, she was already married to my father.
What I do know is that I want to play homage to my Chinese heritage, probably having two receptions, like my aunt and uncle when they got married, one Chinese and one western. But beyond that, I really have no idea what I want in a wedding. That can be something I resolve when I decide to settle down, but for now, I enjoy living the unconventional life, dreaming about the next exotic travel destination or adventure.
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Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Dreams So Real
Last night I had a dream that felt so real to me that when I woke up I was sure it was happening to me. It was all related to my health - something that I've been worrying about (but trying hard not to as I wait). My doctors are giving me the run around. My family doctor says I need to see a specialist and referred me to one, but I can't make the appointment - they have to. They said they sent my file, but when I called the specialist, they don't have anything. And so I keep having to wait. I've called and called. I'm sure the specialist office thinks I'm a pest calling every day. But I have to. I have a timeline, if I want to go back to Budapest. Plus, this is the initial meeting. I'm sure there will be more tests and follow up appointments. I only have 6 weeks left now.
My dream last night was one where I had a major flare up with patches of rashes all over my body, aching bones and general discomfort. I was convinced when I woke up that it was actually happening and it was all over my body. But thankfully it wasn't and it was all a dream. But it was unsettling and until I know for sure either way, its going to continue to be unsettling.
I'm sick of waiting for confirmation. The signs are all there (mostly), and the blood work so far proves it. Of course there are other possibilities than what I think it is, but regardless, there is definitely something wrong. I just want to know so I can focus on getting better and figure out how to manage it. Most days I feel absolutely fine. Occasionally some soreness in my bones - mostly my wrists and sometimes in my elbow and arms. But it could just be me being paranoid. I try not to dwell on it too much, but some days when I'm hurting, I just can't help it. I just want to know and I'm so sick of waiting.
I've made my peace with it. I'm prepared for the worst already, but secretly hoping that its not as bad as I think it is. My mother gives me hope that it'll be okay. She is living proof of it.
My dream last night was one where I had a major flare up with patches of rashes all over my body, aching bones and general discomfort. I was convinced when I woke up that it was actually happening and it was all over my body. But thankfully it wasn't and it was all a dream. But it was unsettling and until I know for sure either way, its going to continue to be unsettling.
I'm sick of waiting for confirmation. The signs are all there (mostly), and the blood work so far proves it. Of course there are other possibilities than what I think it is, but regardless, there is definitely something wrong. I just want to know so I can focus on getting better and figure out how to manage it. Most days I feel absolutely fine. Occasionally some soreness in my bones - mostly my wrists and sometimes in my elbow and arms. But it could just be me being paranoid. I try not to dwell on it too much, but some days when I'm hurting, I just can't help it. I just want to know and I'm so sick of waiting.
I've made my peace with it. I'm prepared for the worst already, but secretly hoping that its not as bad as I think it is. My mother gives me hope that it'll be okay. She is living proof of it.
Trashy Books
I'm currently making my way through Reflected to You by Sylvia Day and I don't even know why I'm trying to put myself through it. I read/skimmed through Bared to You, the first of the series, on the flight home from Budapest. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to borrow the second book from the library. I've been half-heartedly reading it this past week.
I've read 50 Shades of Grey. and once I got past the whole sex thing, I thought it was okay. So I read the rest of the series. By the time I was done with it all, I felt so disgusted by it all and all the time I wasted reading the series. I equate reading the series to eating way too much junk food and ice cream in one sitting, or perhaps watching too much reality TV (of which I'm also guilty of).
One of my friends in Budapest really likes this genre, and she recommended this other series to read. I put it off for so long, but leaving me on a plane for 10+ hours without internet called for some escapist reading. I just don't know why I put myself through it again.
The story line is so empty and the characters are so stupid. Yes, they're flawed, but aren't most characters? That makes them complex, but its totally not the case in these books. And I've come to realize why I really can't make myself finish the book. It reminds me too much of a past relationship - of the obsession, of all the crazy dramatic fights. At the time, I knew it was unhealthy, but couldn't be strong enough to break free. In hindsight I see all the wrongs in the relationship and is the source of many regrets. This book just run too close to home for me and I can't bear to read about it. I really have no idea why people like it so much.
Enlighten me?
I've read 50 Shades of Grey. and once I got past the whole sex thing, I thought it was okay. So I read the rest of the series. By the time I was done with it all, I felt so disgusted by it all and all the time I wasted reading the series. I equate reading the series to eating way too much junk food and ice cream in one sitting, or perhaps watching too much reality TV (of which I'm also guilty of).
One of my friends in Budapest really likes this genre, and she recommended this other series to read. I put it off for so long, but leaving me on a plane for 10+ hours without internet called for some escapist reading. I just don't know why I put myself through it again.
The story line is so empty and the characters are so stupid. Yes, they're flawed, but aren't most characters? That makes them complex, but its totally not the case in these books. And I've come to realize why I really can't make myself finish the book. It reminds me too much of a past relationship - of the obsession, of all the crazy dramatic fights. At the time, I knew it was unhealthy, but couldn't be strong enough to break free. In hindsight I see all the wrongs in the relationship and is the source of many regrets. This book just run too close to home for me and I can't bear to read about it. I really have no idea why people like it so much.
Enlighten me?
Waking Up to Fabulous News
I haven’t mentioned it here before as I felt this particular piece of information is too personal for the blogosphere, but now I feel comfortable writing it down. A couple weeks ago during a routine check-up on his eyes, my father needed to perform a series of tests which involved him being hooked up to machines and doing various activities. I don’t really understand what it had to do with his eyes, but it was necessary.
As he was performing these activities, his heart rate rapidly rose and the doctors though he was going to have a heart attack while in the lab. Thankfully they were able to get to him in time and calm down his heart. After another series of tests, it turns out that two of his arteries are clogged – one at 90% and the other at 70%. These clogs are too much for a simple procedure to clear them out. Instead he needs to undergo an operation – a double bypass surgery.
Within 2 weeks of this discovery, my father was headed to the hospital and undergoing the surgery. The surgery was set for 4 pm PST and was suppose to last 4 – 5 hours, maybe slightly longer. With the time change, that meant I could sleep through the operation and not worry. When I woke up Thursday morning this week, I was greeted with a message from my mother:
Dad came out of surgery in less than 3 hours. The surgeon called to say that everything went as planned. He has a double bypass. Uncle A went to the hospital with me and stay with us until Dad went in. We thought that the surgery will at least take 4 hours so I went to A's place to wait. I took a little nap and woke up refreshed. We were just about to go back when the surgeon called.
A, D and I went to the ICU to see him. Even with all the machines and tubes, he looks very well. He is breathing on his own and does not require machine support on anything. He just looks like that he is asleep. He will stay in the ICU tonight and move to a regular room tomorrow noon. I am happy the surgery is done and thankful that Uncle A stayed with me. I felt less stress. I will update Dad's progress regularly.
I’m so thankful to hear that everything went well. Being abroad while something so major is happening in my father’s life is difficult. I’m thankful that my mom was not alone and that my aunt and uncle were there to support her during this difficult and stressful time.
I was so happy yesterday! This morning I received another email from my mother saying that my father is awake and alert. He was able to feed himself and sit up in bed. Everything is looking good. So thankful.
Strange Day
This morning, I woke up and Facebook was not working. Apparently it was down in a lot of European countries. There is conflicting reports of what exactly was happening, but it seems like there was something wrong with the servers. Friends back home had no problems connecting though.
Later while at work, I was talking to a colleague when all of a sudden I hear a loud bang on the window. I look out and I see a pigeon flying away. I have no idea what the pigeon was thinking, but that is definitely a first. Our windows aren’t that clean, and yet, there was pigeon flying into it. It was fine, and flew away.
Also, the heating in the office has decided to give out completely. With each passing moment it gets colder and colder inside. Doesn’t help that its –5 outside. I’m sitting in the office huddled under a blanket and drinking copious amounts of tea. Hopefully it starts working again!
Motivation
For some strange reason, I just can’t be bothered to do anything. My motivation is completely out the window.
I wonder where it has gone and when it will come back. I just need to get over it and just do it I think.
One week until holiday! 3 weeks of it! I can’t wait!
Lacking Inspiration
Last week, I didn’t blog at all. This week, I put up my Monday photo and I started a post for Wednesday, but didn’t finish it. I knew what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say it, but nothing could come out. Its like I hit a wall. I have photos, those help me get through and at least give me the basics of what I want to say, but I can’t say it. I can’t string words together in a coherent way. In a way that tells a story.
I don’t know what is wrong. I feel very lazy and I can’t work up the motivation to be writing consistently. I read somewhere that writing is more than just coming up with ideas. Writing happens because of execution – because someone has the determination to sit down and put pen to paper (or in this case, fingers to keyboard). That coming up with ideas and things to write about isn’t the problem. The problem is actually physically doing it. I think that is the problem with most people and blogging. Most people can’t be bothered to actually sit down and make it happen. I don’t want to fall into this category. I’ve been so good for so long. I think I went a solid month of consistently blogging. I might have been a little late with the occasional post, but they still went up relatively on time.
This all broke down last week and I don’t know why. I’m really busy at work, but even there I just don’t care. I’m struggling with certain situations and am currently untangling a big web of lies left behind. By the end of the day I just lack any sort of energy to think clearly. I’ve been going to bed ridiculously early in hopes of getting my full 7 – 8 hours of sleep.
That is another problem. No matter what, I’ve been consistently waking up at 6:30 – 7:00. Nothing I do changes that. Its rather annoying actually. I’ve resorted to sleeping earlier. It has somewhat worked in that I’m getting more sleep now.
I’ve been getting a lot of headaches lately. In the middle of the day I start coming down with an overwhelmingly painful headache. Sometimes I wake up with a headache. I think its because I clench my teeth when I sleep. When I’m at work, I clench my teeth when I’m thinking deeply. Or if I’m really stressed out. I don’t know how to make these headaches go away. Is there something actually wrong with me? I’m thinking I might get a mouth guard for when I sleep to prevent waking up with a headache.
I’m toying with starting a new project / blog. I currently have two ideas going: first is pairing meals with music. Providing a meal that someone can prepare and then enjoy with a playlist to create a particular mood. I bought a domain for this. It was going to be a side project my friend and I were going to do.
Another idea I have is combining all the things I like into blog entries based on consistent themes. I really like food, trivia and random internet apps type things. So each blog entry would have a delicious recipe, a random trivia idea to discuss over a meal and some sort of internet app. I don’t know how the internet app ties into everything yet, but I’m working on it.
Sometimes I Wonder…
…if I’m too independent for my own good.
Compared to a lot of the people I met here, I feel like I’m too independent. But then again, everyone could just be too needy.
I don’t need a knight in shining armour to come rescue me. I do it myself. But sometimes, I want to be taken care of and be “rescued.” Most of the time though, it just seems strange.
I’ve said this to some of the people I’ve met and a lot of them seem to agree with me. I guess that is what brought all of us together half a world away.
In Search of Happiness
One of my friend’s back home recently wrote a blog post about his current job search in Vancouver. So many of my friends are currently wrapping up their degrees and starting on the search for a full time job. I’m definitely been there and know what its like.
This particular blog post was about not settling for a job any less than what you want. In many ways, when I took my first job after graduating, I felt like I settled. Between me being broke and my parents pushing me to find a job, I accepted a position that I was less than thrilled about. And you know what? It showed in everything I did. I tried to hide it – in fact, after awhile, I managed to figure out how to hide it well. Only my friends knew how truly unsatisfied I was feeling. This was not the job that I spent 4 years of my life working towards. This was not how I imagined life to be.
In the spur of the moment one evening in early February in the midst of a reflection on my life, I decided it was time. Time to make a change. Time to get control of my life. Time to chase my dreams. I have been talking about going on exchange the moment I joined AIESEC. It was my ultimate goal. I had been dreaming about working abroad for years. Why not now? Why couldn’t I make it my reality?
In less than a week, I signed myself up for review board, attended review board and passed. I was on my way.
I had heard of a job in Budapest through the VP Outgoing Exchange in Victoria. The CEO of a small start up had emailed her asking if she had any candidates for two internships they had open in management. I asked her to get in contact with them and the next thing I know, they wanted a resume, then an interview. It turns out they were doing 2nd round interviews already and I was thrilled to hear that they wanted to add me into the mix.
Once this happened, things started moving very quickly. In less than two weeks I accepted a job as the Chief Operating Officer in a country half a world away, in a place that I’ve never been to and know nearly nothing about. For the longest time, I questioned whether or not I was making the right decision. This was the first job I had looked seriously into on the AIESEC database. Was I making a decision too quickly? What if there was something else out there for me? Something that was more aligned with what I want to do? After my experience with my job at the time, I was determined NOT to settle. I wanted the job.
In the end, the only good reason for me to not accept the position was my fear of it being too quick and it being the first job I looked into seriously. The job description sounded amazing. The company cultured looked like an atmosphere I wanted. The place was right in the region I wanted to be. It was all falling into place – just at breakneck speed.
In my gut, I felt it was the right choice for me and I am so glad that I decided to follow my gut feeling. There has been no regret. I’m really enjoying the work that I do from day to day. My coworkers are great. In many ways, I am my own boss. I control what I do and when I do it. As long as my work gets done.
In hindsight, my previous job was a good stepping stone to what I’m doing right now. Without my previous experience, I don’t think I would have been offered the job I have now. Even though I feel like I settled in the pass, it was an important part of my growth and contributes to my developing career. Everything comes together in the end.
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Today I had a ridiculously good day.
Very productive.
I entered and issued over 100 receipts (124 to be exact).
Did other random work too.
And now… I feel ridiculously sad. I don’t have anyone to share it with, so I’m sharing it with you, the reader.
Tomorrow will be better.
In Which I Spew Nonsense
I opened up my blog, thinking I was going to write something and now the words escape me. I feel like I’m suffocating again. Bitten off more than I can chew. Too much to do, too little time.
The walls between my different parts of my life are starting to crumble and meld into one another. They need rebuilding and I lack the time to do that.
The past week has been a mess of frustrations.
The random bug bite on my face is still there. Its been over a month now. I don’t know how it happened and why it won’t go away. I probably need to go see a doctor and maybe get some cream or something. My mom thinks its some sort of allergic reaction.
My room is a mess no matter how hard I try to clean it. I need to get rid of these boxes. So annoying.
My brother left a couple days ago. The house is empty without him. Its so quiet and I don’t have anyone to talk to at night.
I really need a new jacket. Its freezing here lately and I don’t have anything long and warm enough. I found one I sort of liked the other day on sale. I should have just bought it.
My phone keeps annoying me. Its not as user friendly as an iPhone. Its growing on me, but whenever I need to learn how to do something new, its so confusing.
Ho hum, must clean up everything. Inbox is overflowing. Bleh. Dislike.
Work is getting new brochures made. We got the first proofs today. I really like them! Much better than previous things I’ve made for them. I can’t wait for them to fully go to print:
I feel like I’m running. Running away from my problems and not facing them head on. Must work on that!
Quote
Surround yourself with people who take their work seriously, but not themselves, those who work hard and play hard - Colin Powell
I really like this quote. The people around you really shape the person you become.
Reflections: Poverty
From the other day’s post, I was looking through past blog entries and thoughts I had written but had not formally published and this popped up:
June 11, 2006:
Suong in Kampong Cham Province, Cambodia
March 2005
What is poverty really? Is it the lack of the basic necessities of life? Lack of money? Lack of medical care? What is it? Every day people speak of poverty in our streets, in our country and in our world. But who actually bothers to define it? Is not poverty in essence relative to where it is located? We're all familiar with people coming up to our cars with a squeegee, water and soap offering to wash our windows for a little bit of change while we wait for the light to change. Some people view these people as impoverished, but are they really when we compare that with the children who are dying everyday from malnutrition? But then again, the two are different are they not? It's like comparing apples and oranges. You just can not.
Is it possible to end global poverty? To level the difference between the most wealthy to those who have nothing. Is this reasonable to ask? Can we provide enough to each person so that everyone has something to eat, clean water to drink, a roof over their heads - the basic necessities of life?
I think we can. While I do not see poverty being completely eliminated, I definitely believe that the world can come together and ensure that its inhabitants all receive basic needs that all human beings are entitled. However, that being said, I do not see the social gap between the fortunate and the less fortunate getting that much smaller. There will always be a upper class and a lower class to society. But who knows? I may be wrong. The world has begun its battle with world poverty and with each passing day more and more people are aware of this effort and are contributing to the cause.
So what are you doing?
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4 years later, I still agree with everything I wrote. But then I also think to myself, what happened to me? I use to be so curious about everything and wanted to solve the world’s problems. Now, I feel like I’m stuck in a funnel, so focused on marketing and social media. Granted, this was written about a year after I had returned from Cambodia and was still coming to terms with everything that I had experienced. But still – I’ve definitely changed. A part of me wants to go back to that wide-eyed curiosity with which I viewed the world.
On a slightly related note, around the same time, I submitted a question to Dropping Knowledge, “an interactive platform for questions, concerns and initiatives from around the world, as well as a meeting place for concerned world citizens striving to turn apathy in to action (via Wikipedia).” My question was selected from those that were submitted to be answered by 112 international artists, philosophers, scientists and human rights activists. It was a pretty cool event and I loved hearing everyone’s response to the question I posed. You can check it out here.
Blog Age
One of my favourite food blogs, Chowtimes, turned 5 today which made me think, how long have I been blogging?
My first post here was on November 17, 2006 about the countries I had visited. There is one post dated previously, but its an about me page that I know I back dated. I think there were other posts before that, but I had deleted. Now I’ll never know. Its at least 4 years old though.
After that initial post, I didn’t post for a really long time and it was pretty sporadic with a couple of months being prolific and then nothing.
It wasn’t until recently that I’ve tried to post consistently, but its hard.
I know when I was younger I kept many journals and then eventually moved to Xanga which I think I started in grade 10/11 (I tried finding it, but I completely cannot remember – must have been something really random).
I like keeping a blog. I get to revisit my memories whenever I want. Sometimes its annoying to read about the past, but for the most part its really nice.
The Stupidest of Stupid
Last week I went to San Francisco to see the sights and just get out of the city for a bit. Boy was it a bad idea. From the start, there was something off. I was so exhausted from work that I didn’t have time to plan where to go, what to do or what to eat. I figured whatever, we can wing it. I did that in Europe for a lot of my trips. But for some reason, it just didn’t translate. Maybe I’m out of practice with this traveling business.
There were too many people and everywhere I went the lines were massive. And then the ultimate stupid of the trip happened. I set down my phone, and promptly forgot about it. Forgot about it for 10 minutes and of course when I went back for it, it was gone. It was a new phone – I’ve only had it for a month and four days. Not to mention it was an iPhone 4 – probably one of the hottest gadgets out there this year. Of course I’m not going to get it back.
I had a lock on it, but that can easily be removed. All that person has to do is connect it to a computer and restore the phone. I had the app “Find My Phone” installed, but hadn’t set it up yet. I changed all my passwords, and put a hold on my account. I just wish I had put my contact information between the phone and the case I had on it. Lesson learned!
I was pretty upset for a couple of days. It was a lot of money! Not to mention, I had worked and waiting for that phone.
When I think about it, two scenarios play out:
- The person saw it, seized the opportunity and took it for themselves or to sell.
- The person saw it, took it and wanted to return it, but couldn’t figure how.
While I would like to believe in the good in the world and think it was the second option, its more realistic that the first scenario happened. I was in a mall at the time and I spoke with mall security a couple of times, but nothing.
I started looking at alternative phones. There was nothing Rogers could do for me. I signed a 3 year contract for my phone. I wasn’t about to pay $750 to replace my phone from them. I considered a Blackberry, but ultimately decided it wasn’t for me. I like the touchscreen aspect of the iPhone and scroll is annoying on the Blackberry.
So it was down to an Android phone. Perfect seeing as I use Google for nearly everything. I started looking at phones on Cragislist and today, I bought a Samsung Galaxy S Captivate at a very reasonable price.
I finally have a phone again after being phoneless for 10 days. It was the weirdest thing.
Trying to figure out how to use this phone will be annoying though. Its close enough to the iPhone, but just not as intuitive.
On a slightly related note, watch this:
Reflections A Year Later
This past weekend, I quasi-attended AIESEC Canada's Western Regional Conference 2010 held by AIESEC UBC in Vancouver, BC. I say quasi because I wasn't a delegate, but attended their opening and closing plenary, the banquet and night events.
I learned a lot this past weekend. About myself and about the same conference held last year.
After WRC 2009 and the initial happiness that it was finally over and well pretty well, I was angry for awhile. I was angry at my team because some fell short of what I hoped them to become. I was angry at the national team because there was a lack of communication and no one knew for sure what was going on in the planning stages. I was angry at the conference team because there was no pre conference to hash out exactly what was going to happen. I was angry that the conference team did not uphold their side of the conference expectations - always running late, not being prepared...
I was angry at myself, because I felt I failed the project and my team. I felt that it was up to me as the leader to make sure everything was going well and that the conference was going to run smoothly.
There were so many things I wish I could have done different and other things I wished I could have spent more time on. There were so many regrets and problems. I felt it could have be done so much better and I was angry and frustrated for a very long time.
But now a year later, and after watching another WRC unfold, I think I made peace with many things that were bothering me. Everyone and every time has their own unique problems and its about how you solve them and overcome it that can make something a success.
By observing this conference, and getting a behind the scene glimpse, it made me thankful for the experience that I had. I had two amazing individuals to support me through the days leading up to the conference and during it as well. Without them, I have no idea how I could have survived. They were there for me when I needed them, and I guess in the spirit of this weekend, I should be very thankful for the experience I did have.
I was talking to a past president of an AIESEC chapter when he told me that WRC 2009 was probably one of his favourite conferences, and despite it being a year later, it still makes me incredibly proud and happy. Yes, we talk, but I wouldn't exactly call us close friends, but we're not acquaintances either, but at least someone that is out of my immediate circle without any vested interest in my happiness (hahaha weird sentence - deal with it). He referenced the fact that last year, we didn't have any major problems are incidences leading up to the conference and during the conference.
I would like to think that the conference has inspired many people to get more involved with AIESEC and that it was a good conference experience for all delegates, including those on their way out of the organization, but I would never know for sure.
Yes, there will always be regrets over different situations, of wishing something else had been done, but in the big scheme of things, it doesn't really matter. It was an amazing conference, and will be an experience that I will forever remember and learn from.
Yay for personal growth!
If You Could Turn Into an Animal…
This reminds me of Animorphs! I use to love reading those books. My brother would borrow them from the library and I’d borrow them from him. The concept of turning into an animal and yet keeping your mental capabilities was pretty good – especially when battling evil.
Housecats are pretty spoiled – I know mine is for sure. All they do is laze about all day, eat a little and when bored, chase their tail. They cuddle when they want, but otherwise just keep to themselves.
I think I would probably choose something that flew. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to just open my “arms”, jump off a tree and fly. Maybe an eagle?
What would you be if you could be an animal?
Fort Building
While reading through all my RSS feeds and clearing them out, I came across this article from Mental Floss:
Build Blog normally covers architecture and design, in their traditional, adult sense. But for the past few months they’ve occasionally dipped into tongue-in-cheek analyses of couch fort architecture, using photos of real couch forts built by kids, found online.
My brother and I LOVED to build forts from our furniture. The things we made were massive and would stretch across an entire room. For those of you that have been to my house, our forts would cover my room and into the hallway. In fact, it was through one of these fort building adventures that my brother gave me a black eye (when he was 3 and he has never been able to live it down – such a traumatizing experience for me). We would build them and leave them up for days. Taking them down was always a disappointment, but usually as a result of my mom tripping over something or other…
Mine usually looked like this from the outside - chairs everywhere!
And looked like this on the inside – good use of the clothes rack!
Speaking of forts, on a somewhat related note, I’ve always wanted a canopy bed with lights… Something kind of like this:
Its raining outside. Seems like it would be a good day to build a fort, pop some popcorn and hunker down to watch some movies. Anyone care to join me?
Transit Adventures
Today (and by today I really mean yesterday, but I haven’t slept yet, so its still today), the skytrain stopped running when I was on my way to work. The operator came on and said there was a critical hydro problem and they had to suspend service. I was at Patterson Skytrain station. I didn’t freak out, which is surprising, but thought out my options in a calm manner. I ended up walking to Metrotown and taking the #19 to work. I’m so glad I decided to take the extra time to walk to Metrotown instead of the closest stop to the skytrain station. That stop was packed with people when my bus went past it.
When I first got to the skytrain station, there was a train there, but I didn’t rush to get on it. I’m so glad I didn’t because otherwise I would have been at Joyce station and I have no idea how to get from there to work. My laziness turned out to be a good thing.
The people on the bus around me were interesting. One lady was working on the finish touches of her master thesis that she was presenting that afternoon. She was happy that she left early, giving her time to get to school on the bus. The lady sitting next to me was spilling her life story to someone that she knew on the bus. I felt like he was a minister or something. She kept on bringing up religion and God to him. She was also immensely annoyed at the situation and wouldn’t stop complaining. I got frustrated just listening to her complain about the skytrain situation.
I’m surprised how calm I was during the whole thing and came up with a solution quickly. I later found out it was a power outage. Seem to be a lot of those lately. Maybe its because of all the construction?
It’s way past my bed time. This is random enough… I hope this made sense…
