Perspectives

Finally feeling slightly better from the cold.
Thunder Storm warning. Figures.

Two ways to look at it.
1)Something gotta be wrong.
2)The weather gave me a break when I was sick.

Take your pick. I chose the latter.

La La Dreamland

My career seems to be off to a good start, with colleagues made up with old high school friends. Flashback. Prom night with my ex-girlfriend as my date, and we are dancing to a slow song. She leans on my chest.

Ring! A little old lady called. 7:58am!
Why am I suppose to know where my grandma is at 7:58am?!
What gives her the right to shatter my good dream at 7:58am?!
Why does she have to drag me into reality which my cold has just gotten worse?
Damn her. It hurts both mental and physically.
Back to sleep. Most likely, I won't return to that dream any more.

Surviving Urban Jungle

It's a jungle alright.

If you are a the reptile thingy from the Telus commercial, you know what colour you wanna be on the road at night, right?
Black, may be?
Well, you will get squashed. I would choose fluorescent yellow.

A few hours ago, I spotted an black man, on his bike, 5 car lengths in front of my car. Nothing special, right?

How about A black man, in black shirt, black pants, black shoes, on black bike with NO reflective badges, NO lights in my lane heading towards me in the WRONG side of the road, and I am the first car of a long line of cars all doing about 60km/h on a 4 lane main road with not much street light?

I have nothing against black people, or any other race for that matter. What beats me is why they seem to like to wear dark clothes? In this urban jungle, especially in cities, the lions are cars. Many of them are blind lions too. Idiotic drivers are every where.

Do yourself a favour, wear light clothes or even reflective ones. If you willing to die for fashion, then at least smile, would you? Everybody's teeth are white.

The Science of Flight Ticketing

Apparently, there are many options to go from one place to another by plane.

Take my trip for example:
Even if you are stuck with Economy class like me, you still have 8 companies you can fly with. Each of them fly through different countries and on different days of the week.

4 Different Price Ranges:
1)The ridiculously expensive "Standard" prices
2)The "I am smarter" expedia.ca or whatever prices
3)The "I am normal" travel agent arranged prices.
4)The "My... died" humanitarian prices.

3 Different Seasons:
No, not Spring, Summer, Fall! You forgot Winter and that's 4, not 3!
1)Low 2)Shoulder(not neck?) 3)High

3 Types of tickets:
1)The "I am not coming back" One Way
2)The "holiday!!" Return (1/2 year limit)
3)The "I don't wanna go home!" Return (1 year limit)

Say I am traveling on a particular day, I still have 238 combinations of the able!
Now since I wanna pay "Normal" price, I have to choose between some 12 agents that I know, so 2856 choose 1. Does this remind you of Finite Math?

Too Good Pond Revisited

Whoever came up with the name must had some imagination.

This pond made me remeber some really good memories.

I wished those who came with me before were here today.

Oh well, life goes on.

Don Trek

It's a nice day today.

Perfect day to start my annual series of trips along the Don River.

This time, the trek started at Edwards Garden and looped back at the board-walks near Queens Quay. I had plenty of company along the way. It seemed that people were keen in getting into the defrost mode in this early warmth.

This was a long trek for a recreational biker like myself, but with the "camel pak", courtesy of my dear friends, I was well hydrated.

With my planned departure from this beautiful place approaching, this trip was one of the many I have tried lately to enjoy the munificent healthy lifestyle of Canada.

May God bless this country.

Wounds and Lessons

There are times where a TV drama series is so well done that it touches our hearts. I watched "War and Beauty" in a marathon VCD run.

Had it not for my previous relationships, I guess I would not be so touched. It opened up some old wounds but taught me a few lessons.

I don't feel so good right now, but at least I gained something out of this.

Wasaga Beach!

Road trip for Mothers' Day.

Oh well, my parents seemed to enjoy it anyway.

So there we were at Collingwood, (grassy green)Blue Mountain and Wasaga Beach.

After passing the "Notawasaga River" we arrived at Wasaga Beach. Beach 5 -closed, 4 -same, 3 -OPEN! Yes!

What should I do? Take off my clothes and get tanned, right?

With my mom still clutching on her jacket, I didn't think so.

There I was in long sleeve shirt, while some young ladies sun-bathed in their thong bikinis. Weird.

There was some logic, I guess. Being a sunny day, the radiation was high enough to heat you up if your skin gets the rays. However, if you were covered like me, then all you get was the cool breeze.

Perhaps someone should try skiing in bikini someday. ;)