The evening glow pervades the sky as you're in your room up to your usual stuff thinking today would be as uneventful as the day before. You hear someone rapping on your door so you make your way to the door and peer into the peephole. All you see is a shoulder dangling in the peripheral prompting you to come out to see who it is. He's leaning against the outer wall of your room and with eyebrows furrowed, he says, "grab a coat and come join me for a walk." He conveys it in a manner you can't say no to so you slip into your favourite jacket and join him. You engage in small talk as he leads you from your room to a perch five minutes away which overlooks downtown from atop the mountain. The sun is in its descending motion. The conversation gradually gets more intimate, his eyes never leaving yours once and then suddenly theres a lull in the conversation but the silence is not awkward at all. Instead, a warm wave washes over you. He turns away for a moment glancing at the magnificient view and as he transfixes his gaze on you again, flakes of snow start to float down gently peppering the red/orangy evening sky.

Tell me I'm awesome.

Qualms

There is a few things that tick me the fuck off and I need to get them off my chest:

1. How people keep saying I look good now. I mean, what the fuck? How the fuck does coming to Canada change the way I look? It's not like the authorities make it mandatory for immigrants to undergo makeovers in special booths stationed outside customs. And how they expect me to grow out my hair when I get here. I'm pretty sure it is common knowledge how my hair is coarse and dry and given my chronic scalp condition, growing out my hair would be a real pain in the butt when it comes to maintenance. Fucking morons.

2. How people say I look so much like my mom. Oh thanks for telling me I look like a woman. No wonder people burst out in laughter when I say I'm a guy. Fucking morons.

3. How people say I'm pessimistic. I'm sorry that my idea of what's probable and realistic doesn't match that of yours. Heck, in spite of how absurd and eccentric my ideas and arguments may seem to be, they are usually more analytically and logically sound than yours will ever be. And in that I'm positive. Fucking morons.

Bye.

booo....

Original plan was for me to talk about my first ten days here divided into a post each. However, the combination of a hectic schedule(yeah rite) and my sloth-like habits has squashed that ambition. At least I tried to upload whatever pictures I took on my blog but sadly due to certain complications, that plan has been delayed until I feel like trying again. Haha.

Anyway, my time here has been rather awesome. Downtown Vancouver kicks ass and there are so many tourist attractions here it's mind boggling. Unfortunately, I have yet to make the time(and initiative) to visit everyone of them but since I'm spending 3-4 years here I am in no rush. The thing about this place is everything here is so organised and everyone is so polite and friendly. Back home, you strike up a conversation with random people and they get suspicious and shit. Here, it's like the norm to talk up whoever you are standing in the lift with. I'm still accustoming myself to it. Well, I have to if I wanna make friends don't I?

Hmmm.. my social life here, has been decent so far seeing as I willingly turned into a recluse a couple of years ago. I meet alot of people and I introduce myself to a fair few but I'm so bad with names and faces and I'm not that memorable either so it's abit of a challenge. Been hanging out with a couple of dudes from Africa though. They're pretty cool. The social scene in my dorm is pathetic though. Everyone is so fucking shy(Asians especially) its hard to get a decent conversation going. The locals are generally friendly though but it's hard to talk to them due to lack of common interests and stuff. All they talk about is hockey and I have no fucking idea how it's played. Maybe I should take the initiative to learn how its played. Hmm, parties on campus are non-existant so every friday night it's like borefest but there are drunk people roaming around aimlessly and they are funny to watch. LOL. There is a pub on campus though which checks for ID as to prove one is of age and fuckin' Malaysian Mykad and Lisen Memandu do not show our age so I'm pretty pissed off.

Girls here, hmmm overall there is a considerable amount of eye candy here. Sadly, my floor is almost devoid of hot chicks and has a gross surfeit of guys. I could say the gender makeup on my floor is 65% males 35% females. So I have to stalk girls from other buildings. Hahah. They don't know it yet. They will. When they find me on the adjacent rooftop with a telescope in hand.

Studies here has been pretty laid back(maybe its just me). Professors and teaching assistants are pretty funny but certainly not as good as the ones I had back in A levels. I miss them. Assignments are a bitch and I'm lazy but I do try and hand them in on time. Failed my first calculus test. Didn't know it was going down so I wasn't prepared. Haha. I need to focus man otherwise I won't be able to do an honors. Or something. OK bye.

Touchdown

This is gonna be a real short update as my uncle's gonna bring me around in a minute. So I landed in Vancouver around 10.30 am on Saturday Malaysian time after what seemed like a lifetime on the plane. It's gonna take a couple of days at least to regain senses in my hip area. The doctor said physical therapy might be a possibility as well. Anyway, will update later tonight.

EDIT:
It's 4.30 and I'm calling it night so here I go. For the time being, I'll be coming online using one of my uncle's PC's in his study. It's not that my notebook is broken or anything, I'm just too lazy to set it up. haha.

So, after what seemed like eternity on the airplane, I arrived in Vancouver around 7.30pm. First thing that came to mind was the state of my now infirmed buttocks thanks to 11 hours of sitting, sitting and sitting. Pulling myself out of my sedentary position took a valiant effort. I think I should be awarded a medal or something.

Anyway, after the perfunctory 'thank you for flying with China Airline' announcement, I made my way down the crowded aisle and out the hatch, mentally bracing myself for the oncoming culture shock that I assumed was gonna hit me the first thing I step out of the plane. Surprisingly, it didn't come. Correction. It hasn't come. Yes, I'm still rather listless about this affair as a whole. Can't say the same about my dad though. He looks like he just overdosed on laughing gas. haha

Afterwards, my dad and I had to part ways for awhile while at the airport seeing as I'm in Canada as a student as opposed to my dad who's here for recreational purposes. International students arriving in Canada have to first check-in with the imigration office. After having my student visa certified, I exited the immigration area to the luggage collection area where my dad was. Following the collection of my four luggage bags, I proceeded to next aisle-like area where friends and family welcome the new arrivers. Met up with my uncle and his family at the end of the aisle and exchanged those warm obligatory words rife in family reunions.

We didn't tarry around too long as we were all fiending for some food so we made our way to my uncle's Honda Acura. Hoisting my luggage into the boot was a real test of strength especially in the famished state I was in. After some discussion, we decided to have A&W for dinner since my aunt had coupons. I'm not really a fan of fast food joint burgers but the Mozza burger I had there was oh-so-delicious. We headed straight for home after that. After heaving the luggage up to where I was sleeping, my dad and I took turns washing up and finally, hit the sack. Goodnight.

That was end of day one. Or day quarter. I dunno. I'm tired so pardon my sloppy writing. Will upload the pics as soon as I get my notebook set up.

Restlessness...

Perhaps it's the two glasses of teh ais I had just now, but I'm actually beginning to freak out. Regardless, it's too late to turn back now. Much against my wishes, my prolonged hiatus has failed to prepare me for this precise moment. I feel like I'm being engulfed by a tempest of emotions. Time and time again, I tell myself I will not cry. And I doubt I will.

tick tock tick tock...

The clock is ticking. My final twenty-four hours is approaching, and how do I feel? I'm pretty sure there's a whirlpool of emotions swirling within me but perhaps it's too tiny and vapid at the moment for me to truly affect it. I've heard the day before your departure is when the rush will set in and honestly aside from the mild occasional jitters, I'm quite listless actually. But then again, it's not my final day yet as I'm nocturnal and stuff. Nevermind.

Anyway, in spite of only having less than a couple days left and Mr.paranoid for a dad, progress with packing has been rather slow. I still have a few essentials to shop for which I hope I will go get later. Friends have been pestering me to organise a farewell party although I have made known my serious disinterest, or rather laziness. Nevertheless, I'd strive to at least organise one more mamak session with the close ones. Either way, I can officially say bye to my life of bumming which is probably the saddest part of leaving. haha. Eight months, eight months. No work. Just bumming. I should fuckin' get a medal for it. haha.

Anyway, back to writing down my list of things to get tomorrow. Until next time, Au revoir.

My return

After a long dry spell, I have decided to revive this ohsodead blog of mine. It's not because I was struck by a sudden urge to broadcast my life to the world again. Instead my recommencing this blog is more of a matter of personal convenience.

As some may know, I'm scheduled to jet off to Vancouver, Canada approximately a fortnight from now to further my studies. As a regular guy who has friends(i think lol), I'd be expecting quite a number of queries about my experience abroad and reciting a rehearsed telling over and over again does take its dreary toll on someone. Therefore, reviving my blog would be most beneficial as it makes it easier for everyone to keep abreast with the developments of my life over there without me having to labour repeatedly over the details.

And also, since I've decided to rejuvenate this blog, I might as well be updating it with other ponderings which may or may not be pertinent to my sojourn in Vancouver so keep watch.

Until next time, Au revoir.