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.