Cockroach War

Ok, my apartment has cockroach infestation problems.

They come in at least 2-3 types and various sizes. Thank god all these kinds of cockroaches have one thing in common, they don't fly. God, I would hate if they do. Flying cockroaches really brings back some horrible memories.

So, I've pretty much seen them everywhere. The worst place being in my drinking water early in the morning, while I was drinking. Twice. Oh, the second time I wasn't drinking, because I learned to exam the water before I drink again.

Oh, by the way, my apartment is very clean, I don't think they can live here for long. So I'm pretty sure they're coming from my neighbors, which also means, they'll never stop coming.

So, after fighting cockroaches for 2 month, I've learned a couple things about them.

First of all, they obviously don't like lights. I almost never seen any of them under broad daylight. It's almost always at night. Secondly, they're smart. It seems like they always know where's the closest crack to run whenever I spot one. And yes, it seems like they always know when they're spotted.

So.. what do I do? Whenever I see one, the first thing I do is drop whatever I was doing (yes, whatever, I can't think of any exceptions.), and grab a nearest tissue, and squish them. And what I have been doing for the last couple weeks was to patrol the kitchen and washroom at night. I walk into the kitchen every once or twice at night, turn on the light, and kill all the cockroaches that I'm able to get.

And the record has been incredible. I believe the most I've killed in one day was 17 cockroaches.
And on average it's about 5 per day.

I was thinking of getting sprays and cockroach houses. But I don't like sprays and I have no idea where to buy cockroach houses except on ebay. So unless they really start causing huge threat, I'll probably just kill them the way human has been killing cockroaches for the last 500,000 years, with modern weapon, of course, the tissues.

Well... the thing is, I haven't seen any cockroaches for the last two days. Which also means zero kills for the last two days. Maybe they finally realized there's nothing to eat in my apartment and decide to move out.. for a vacation or something.

But I know they'll come back.

They'll always come back.



One more thing, the pretty picture on top of this paragraph is from wikipedia. I really have no idea who would still buy those home edition encyclopedia with internet around. Must be really sucked for those encyclopedia sales for the last 10 years.

Oh.. and my wow accounts expire tonight. :(

AC

Okay. A little tragic story before I leave for work. I know everyone loves tragedy.

So about 2 weeks ago, my cousin Allen has moved around 7-8 boxes of stuffs into my apartment because he has no other place to hold them. And there's an air conditioner (hereafter referred as AC) in there.

So last weekend, as the weather gets warmer, I was trying to install the AC by myself. And you all know at the back of AC, there are like these metal fences knitted tightly all over.

And I found out that they're really really SHARP, the hard way.

As I was moving it around, all of a sudden, I realized there are blood all over the place. Turns out I have sunk my fingers into those damn blades, and made like 10 (really, 10), deep-paper-cut-like-would at the same time.

The first thought that comes to my mind was, "goddamn it, this is gonna hurt for awhile". And I was right.

My right hand has been disabled for several days and it's still a pretty disgusting sight to look at the wounds.

So.. ya, the moral of this story is, do not press your fingers or any part of your body against sharp objects. Especially MANY sharp objects, or at least not at the same time.

Hope this story has enlightened all of you.




And.. yes, of course, I failed at installing the AC.

Kitchen

I just realized that this is the first time I have my own kitchen.

Recalling the times I've lived outside of my parent's, it has always been sharing kitchen with others, or no kitchen at all.

UBC - Sharing kitchen with 3 others.
Vietnam - No kitchen.
Taiwan - Has kitchen but not useable.
Waterloo - Sharing kitchen with the whole floor.

So.. anyways, I started to prepare my own food again, which means a couple trips to super market on a weekly basis.

The first couple weeks I started with simple things like banana, apple, grapefruit, tomato, orange, pears. And then move on to instant noodle, eggs, canned soup, frozen dumpling and frozen wontons. Hopefully I'll start using the oven soon.

Here's the list of things I just bought on the way back home:

1 box of eggs.
1 bottle of apple juice
1 bag of oranges
1 bag of sasages
3 bags of instant noodles
6 bananas
3 bottle of yoguart
12 bags of dumplings

And it was HEAVY.

And I probably bought too much dumplings :(

This is such a boring entry...

To be honest, I'm much more depressed than I expected. Much much more.

Today ends. My 3rd guild in wow. Yes, wow, the game that occupied a huge chunk of my last 3 year's life.

I've sacrificed so much sleep time for this game. And this time I think it's really about to end.

I know very well that I should quit now. Very very well. But it's just so hard to let go. Much much harder than I'd expected. Well, I guess I never really expected to stop anyways.

I've cancelled my subscription today. And hopefully, 3 years from now, I'll be able to look at this post and tell myself I've made the right decision.

Of course, I always have the following option:

Continue? Yes No

So.

My new home is pretty much missing everything you can think of. There's no lamp, no spare table, no chair, no shelf, no plate, no cup, no pots, no knife, no spare chair, no bed, no shower curtain, no curtain... well... pretty much everything.

You name it, and it doesn't has.

What does it have? Well... the Indian Curry Smell. I've been fighting against the smell since I moved in here and it's still not getting any better. Everyday the first thing I do after get home is to spray air fresher and then light a scent candle and try to keep it lit as long as possible.

And the smell just won't go away. At this point I'm pretty sure it's from the room next door. GEEZ. Whenever they cook and the smell gets worse. And I can pretty much guess what they're eating 24/7. Ya, Curry.

Anyways, I already burnt out two huge candles since I moved in, and today I went to buy some more. I saw this unscented candle bundle on sale two for 3.99 and was like wow, that's cheap. Because I used to spend almost 10 for one. And at that time, I thought "unscented" means it clears scent.

Ya, I was right. It clears scent. Not of the room, but of the freaking candle.

It's smell-less.

They're smell-less.

So here I am, litting a huge white smell-less candle, looks rather creepy.

Geez.

七早八晚

今天很閒, 雖然該做的事不少, 不過手邊倒是沒有一件緊急的事情要處理.

東晃西晃到下午一點才進公司, 四點就閃人了.

回家的時候突然想到七早八早這個詞. 七早八早應該是指早上七點八點吧? 那果然是早得很了. 那七晚八晚呢? 七八點可不算晚吧?

再來, 這句詞多半是近代才發明的. 至少也要二十四小時的時鐘從傳到中國來以後才有的詞.

就... 亂想到這裡而已...

Different world, we are living in. Of course it's different. She's in Taiwan, I'm here in Toronto. No, I don't mean just the difference in location. I mean the whole world is different. She lives in a high-class world where after work it's about shopping, partying, clubbing, enjoying life. I live in manga, video games and.. more video games.

That's fine tho, I don't think there's anything wrong with everyone having different hobby, and leisure activities. It's just that it's so hard .. 7 years ago I never thought I would say this, but obviously things are different now, it's so hard to find common things that we can talk about nowadays. We have no common friends other than those really old old friends whom we both already lost contact with. We have no common interest other than ... well... I just can't find anything in common. We have nothing to talk about other than asking each other how are things going and the conversation usually leads to nowhere and ends abruptly simply because the lack of things to talk about.

I was going to write her a letter about how much and why I'm still ... I don't know if this is still love or not, most likely I'm just trying to holding on to a dream which I should have waken up from long long time ago; 6 years ago, to be exact.

I sorta planned everything about what should say when she calls me.

Yet.. all plan has failed, miserably. I fail at planning.

Ten

So.. to continue the 10 year topic on a Valentine's Day, it was exactly this day 10 years ago that I met her.

Well, it was really a "met". I was merely looking for some random person to go to the valentine's dance with me. And somehow I asked her out while I know nothing about her except her name.

Funny that I can still clearly remember the moment that changed my life.. forever.

It was a bright cloudy afternoon, the lights were shining through the window as she sat beside the edge of it. It was an ESL classroom that I've never been to. She was moving her legs in the air back and forth as if she's really bored.

So I walked up and asked if she wants to go to the dance with me. She said yes. And I left.

I didn't even look her into the eyes. Well, not like she's going to look back anyways. We barely even know each other.


And it all started from something so random.


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10 years later, she's in Taiwan, probably with someone else. I'm sitting here in office waiting for my next assignment to arrive.

What's going to happen in the next 10 years? I can't help to wonder.

I know, it's not going to help. I know, she's not my girl anymore. I know, this is probably not going to happen. I know, I can't change a thing sitting 30000 km away from her.

I know.

At least I think I do.

Come to this realization that I might hate myself.

I keep torturing myself for reasons... well, for no reasons.

Always thought myself as a happy person tho. It's probably the 10 year thingy that's start getting to me.

I'm still in love with a girl from 10 years ago.

I'm sure there must be a better way of saying that sentence.....

116th Month if we're still together.

While uttering that to myself, I felt really lonely.

I actually had like 5-6 topics that I thought I was going to write.

But now that I'm sitting here trying to put down something, I can't seem to remember any of them.

Oh well... that's what happen when you're getting old.

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Oh ya, I was going to write about Rola.

The thing I really bothers me about this topic is that there's no one I'm really willing to talk to about Rola. Not that people don't want to listen, I do have many really close friends whom I know would take the time to listen and share their opinions with me.

But the thing is, it's been too long, and I really don't want to keep bothering them about the same thing over and over again. I mean, if it's another girl, then I'll talk. But come on, it's Rola, it's always Rola and it has been Rola for the last freaking 10 years.

Oh my god, it's been 10 years.

I don't even want to bother Rola about this thing anymore. She knows, I can only hope.

The good thing about reviving an un-used blog site is that no one is going to read it. Therefore, I can just write whatever I want.

Hmm, come think of it, this site does need some work, most of the blog links on the right probably needs to update, and I want to give it a new look as well.

It's the 2nd day of 2008 and I'm still in Vancouver, going back to Toronto tomorrow and "probably" start working next week.

I just turned 28. Still achieved nothing, no girl friend, no money, no car, no job yet. It's also the 10th year with rola (if we're still together).

Sigh, anyways, I'm going to make some huge change this year.

I know this year is going to be different.

(And thank God I sound like a loser)