its 12 40 a.m on a sunday. i just finished eating a double cheeseburger plus fries. shut up jeremy i've practiced great self-restraint this past week k.. anyway.. went to rain, a bar, have some beers and a couple of shooters.. argued bout the defination of gay.. (btw lau, you better come dec k, dont get me all pysched up bout nothing) went out with a canadian family, to the woods, where we went to this scary-assesque suspension bride. this weekend's been really good, what with the walk around downtown yest and all. a move to montreal or toronto's still in the works, but all in all, bc's all good.

pics from yesterday plus tonite (warning, image-intensive!):


with any luck, will be living here come nov 1


taken at a vintage T store


ditto


self-explanatory


this one's for you tues


richard at richards. currently looking for interested kawans. y'all fuckers.


hmm... wonder what my choice of pic-taking says bout me..


downtown at nite


at the suspension bridge


lots of salmon jumping around.. mmm.. salmon..


taken while waiting for bus.. as you can clearly see fr the expression on my face, this was before beer


getting drunk


getting drunk..er


after the barcardi shot from hell


what happens after one too many drinks.. you walk around literally picking up ppl.. the girl's a stranger on the street btw. nah, just kidding

OH. MY. GOD.

b'cos posting pics is fun:


taken bout a week before leaving


the great wall of weisheng. only not great, and, y'know, not actually a wall.

ok day today. weather was good, went out, soaking up the last few rays of sun before the cold bitchass hand of mother nature slaps winter into vancouver. hung out at afzhal's, a malysian student who's studying in columbia, apartment yesterday, ate non-authentic chinese takeout cooked by authentic chinese ppl (i presume), played monopoly and chatted a bit. a good time was had.

found myself missing naz and heinz when i went to the mall earlier. so many shops, nice-ass clothes, but no sense of fashion. its tough being a hag without a fag. or in my case, fag(s).

some pics:

we had kebabs and spareribs for dinner


will any of y'all be suprised if i reveal that food was extra chewy that night?


asianz represent, yo! (indonesia, korea, and m'sia specifically. japan is in Seattle watching baseball.)


both practicing their glares of death. james is clearly winning.


and, because i will never get over it, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HENRY TO YOU?


view from the house. i was freezing my tits off when i took this, btw.

Downtown Vancouver:



Homestay:

one thing i've noticed here: when the locals know you're not, they make sure to peh-roh-na-ounce their words extra carefully and speak at half speed. im sure they mean well, but i can't help but feel im being patronised.

also, got another 'sir' today, courtesy of tim horton's cashier. you'd think with all the androgyny surrounding me, i'd at least get something from it, but noooo..

will attempt to get apartment by nov.. wish me luck.

p.s: somepne please tell me how to post pics!

lets see, in the 3 days i have been staying with the bariles, i have broken:

-the shower controller thingy
-the levellor blinds(window controller thingy)
-the towel holder in the bathroom

what's up, have i develop Da's touch, where everything i touch breaks/crumples/splinters/turns into a big steaming pile of fuck?

3 Sept

it's the day. flying off to uncertainty and fear. my airport check-in's at 8, so we leave home at 7.30. casting a last glance around the house, commiting it to memory, even though my brain keeps saying, 'its only ten months!". my brother and i lug the suitcases down the stairs, and off we go.

at the airport, acompanied by my mom, brother and aunt, we check-in (the process only reinforces my sense of doom: how do i get by by myself when i'm already fumbling at the counter?), and head towards the food court.

friends and family members arrive, bearing gifts (friends) and advice. if i'd known going away was so profitable, i'd do it a lot more often. total haul: baby-g (bro), diesel watch, ben sherman shirt, etnies flip-flops (jig and lau), levis shirt (siti), dogtags (heiNaz), tatts and tank (sean), none of which are worth as much as the letters that came with the gifts.

we sneak off for a smoke, during which i learn that a certain someone (lau) was tres late for our eventually-canceled last get-together as she was diddling her fingers in other matters. feel momentarily hurt, then push emotions back to part of brain labeled 'things to hate m!xx for'.

we are at the departure gate- hugs, lots of them, some heartfelt, the others perfunctory; weepy-eyed, me, my mom, telling her, in lieu of loving messages, as is customary in chinese families, not to eat fried/unhealthy food, remnants of the healthy-lifestyle kick i'd been on the past few month passed on to her.

my friends, who probably know more about me than my family, some of whom i've known for half my life, it's when they're not around that you really how much they really mean to you.

the time spent on the plane is torturous. i can't sleep, which makes the time pass even more slowly. Guy Next to Me seems very irritable, probably cos i keep shifting around. i read the letters given to me earlier

(part II: vancouver. tbc when i can write again)