Pooncho Party

I just got back from a Pooncho super party. It was probably the last for the next few months, as school is back in session soon. For all those who don’t know, a Pooncho party is when we go to Pizza Hut buffet (or some sort of buffet) and stuff our stomach and Poonchos with lots and lots of food. It was big fun. It was nice because even Sreng was able to come. Also, it was goodbye to Jackie as she goes off to school now. I’ll miss you, work wont be the same while you’re gone!
Yesterday Veena and I went to Canada’s Wonderland and went to the water park. That was lots of fun. It got cool, so we had to cut the fun short as I had started to freeze to death. I think the summer weather has gone, and it’s all downhill from here. Our 8 months of coldness will be starting soon.

Killer7

Just finished a game called Killer7. For anyone who's into weird and "different" types of films, this is the game for them. The controls are easy to learn, and the story is awesome. I don't get it all, but it was still a cool experience. The music, graphics and narration bring this to a totally different level, unlike any other game. It has a lot of social commentary on wars, US world dominance, and terrorism. It's one game that you can learn a few things from. The story was made by a popular Japanese director, and the game was coded by Capcom.

This is the last game that I will get to play for a long, long time now. It's back to school time.

Television

End the CBC strike now, I can’t take it anymore!!!!!! I always knew I was an addict, but now I can’t take it. They showed the same episode of Venture three times yesterday! I miss the National so so so much=( I feel sad without the CBC. It’s so bad that I even caught myself watching Trading Spaces this morning. Oh god, I feel like painting a room now. Last night I even watched All My Children for the first time in ages. Oh, and great news, Vanessa is coming back! Her leaving was the first reason why I stopped watching. Now just bring back Lena, Bianca, Boyd, and Aidan. Then throw them all in bed together =0

Black Cherry

"Excite me, ignite me
Oh and you know,
I miss you,
I kiss you
Oh and you know
Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone" ~Goldfrapp

I was thinking about how I should organise this blog, and what it should be about. I've decided to keep it random, dealing with things that interest me. Whether it be love, politics, favourite songs, or random thoughts.
Right now I feel like writing about love.
Love to me is NOT in the vain of: I cant live without you. To me, finding someone you love just makes your days brighter. You certainly could live without them, but it would be nicer not to. Love is that small bit of excitement that you feel for the person, or the way mundane routines become more interesting when they're around. It could come in the form of a best friend, pet, parent, child, or partner.
My problem with love is that I usually close up when it's near. Love can be a scary thing sometimes, especially when you're not used to it. I think my greatest fear is that it won't be reciprocated. Why try, and risk getting hurt? I'm learning to take that risk.
I have a black cherry in my life. One that I have seen only a few times, so few that I could count them on my hands. Does it matter that his values are different than mine? Does it matter that he has never told me that he even likes me more than just a special acquaintance? Does it matter that he lives kilometres and miles away from me, and that the chances of anything working out are slim?
Not when the person teaches you a hundred things about yourself in only an instance. Not when they break down the walls you have build, and crack the ones you never even knew where there. Life is liveable without love, but it is so much greater when it's around.
I won't spend my waking hours missing, I have a life to live. But, I will treasure everything that has come from this, and grow from the knowledge I have learned.
Isn't that the purpose for life anyways?

Running from the cops

Last night I had the strangest dream, (not uncommon for me) so I thought I’d share.
I was in a department store with Veena, and suddenly Hitler was there. I knew that he had control over the country, so I thought I could do something about it. As I approached him from behind, I realised it wasn’t really him, just one of his men/soldiers. So I stabbed him in the back with a knife. I scared myself from this, and I didn’t really know what to do after I pulled out the knife. I thought I had to continue, for the sake of the country, so I stabbed him again, not as deep this time. He wasn’t dead, but I knew people would soon come after me, so I ran. I ran out into the parking lot, and got in Veena’s car. I drove away, while police began showing up. I got away, and was surprised that they didn’t stop me. I then found myself in the forest somewhere talking to some other guy. He told me that it would be best to turn myself in, as I wouldn’t get too long in jail (because I didn’t kill the guy). He said that he had stabbed someone too, and got off with only a few years. So, I went to a part of the woods where the police had set up their command station to look for me. I went up to the “chief” and said “I am the man you are looking for”. He said “okay, give me one second, I’m in the middle of things”. He then turned around and walked into a small tent. I waited there for a few minutes then left to get changed into more comfortable clothes at home. So at home, I kept thinking, “Oh shoot, I should have just waited there.”
And then it ended with me feeling anxious to get the whole thing over with.
What does this mean? Well nothing. My dreams usually fall into a few different formulas. This was the typical “everyone is after me, I have to run away from them, and hide”. Usually they’re more akin to the body snatchers storyline, so this one was a bit original.

New York New York

I went to Manhattan on the past weekend for two nights. I went with a friend of mine, and his friends. Manhattan was just what I expected, lots of stores and lots of busy people. Our hotel was really nice though, we stayed at the W hotel. Five of us shared a room, a very small room. The company is what made the trip great. They were all super cool people, and I made new friends. I look forward to seeing them again.
We went to many restaurants and saw a show off Broadway. It was called Alter Boyz, and was very funny (Christian boys turned boy band).
While in Manhattan, we passed a women lying on the street yelling out ‘I haven’t eaten today, I haven’t eaten today’. This scene made me have to hold back tears, as all around me where nicely dressed people holding their Gucci, Banana Republic, etc. bags. No one even looked, or even pretended to care. How does someone end up on the street like that, there are places for them to get help right? I’m not judging any of the people around me, as I too did not help her. Why didn’t I help, could it be that I fell into the bystander affect? Next time I will help, right?

Slip Away

"Last night I took a trip,
like I always said I would,
into your dreams.
Do you remember,
or was it just me?"
~SiSe
Welcome all to my little space, a little place where I can find refuge away from a world so busy, selfish and needy.
Who am I? I don't know. I'm the confused soul you see wondering the fields trying to find meaning in all the small instances of life.
I'm the one who then disregards all that and says that they all don't really matter. I'm the living contradiction, totally okay with saying that the question can be answered a number of ways, and that I don't know which one is the most correct.
I ponder still though.
Confused? Good, because that's okay. Things are confusing sometimes, and that's okay to admit. I'd rather confuse you than lie to you with false coherence.
At the same time, I have direction and motivation, hopes and dreams of a great future. Confusion is not the opposite of direction, just the means to the end.
I'm also in love and don't really know why, but I wouldn't have it any other way.