Rest in Peace, Buddy

well, Buddy passed away. that was a short-lived week for him in my room. i promise not to buy any more fancy goldfish… for a while. until i am 100% sure my tank is ready. i hope he is somewhere nice, spiritually. the tank looks so empty now… there’s no one to greet me when i come into my room. i had the feeling he was going to pass away… i’ve been bitter all morning. i can’t be sure when he died, but i hope he passed without much pain.

anyway… life goes on. i am getting Hotdog and Mohawk back. they’re not fancy goldfish so they’re hardier and my brother gaurantees they’ll survive. i hope it’s not me… i dont MEAN to kill pet fish… i’m just kind of careless and learn too slow to save them :(

to make up for failing to save Buddy, i felt like being extra nice to my dog, Leela. she got wet AND dry food today, plus an extra treat for being able to perform sit-shakehand-down.

sigh. still, there is a hole in my heart for that little waddling goldfish… :cry:

well, maybe just one more week of sleeping in.

i’m such a big nerd. i actually MISS school. i’m just a happy camper i guess, but i’m more willing to go back to school than most people. it’s the geek cooties rolling in, i can’t really help it. i went back on campus today with oscar to get his bus pass, and it made me realize what a great time i had in university in my first year. the material wasn’t too hard to absorb, and during the times that it was challenging, i managed to do well enough (51%! passs!) :P mostly i just want to go back to school because i bought this new winter jacket i’ve been dying to wear, with my unecessary-but-i’ll-wear-them-because-they’re-gucci glasses and my skinny jeans with flats. bahhhh, and the visual art courses! finally i can start with the art courses… in that little green hut with non-existant heating and the noisy water-heater… the splatter of paint everywhere, the eraser bits and the tack-filled wall…

i miss all that stuff, and mostly importantly all the weird people i met in school: the hormonal transvestites, the 26-year old girls that look like they’re 12, the french TA who gives no instructions, the prof who wears bow ties and suspenders, the japanese guy with the brazillian passport, the chinese guy with the japanese passport, the art history/visual arts buddy i cheat off of…. harharhar. man, i can’t wait :)

Hang in there, Buddy

bahhhhhhhhhhh humbug. i’ve been feeling under the weather all day because my fish are sick :( well, half of them are sick. three had ick, and Buddy has dropsy. now only one is still sick with ick and buddy’s dropsy doesn’t seem to go away. i’ve been upset all day because the past two fancy goldfish we had had their scales poke out like pine cones right before they died… without treatment they died pretty quickly too. so let’s hope buddy is stronger, with the antibacteria stuff i added to his tank :cry:

booooo… school is starting next week… only seven more days of … nothingness.

i wish it would rain before summer ends… there’s just something romantic about summer rain that makes my heart melt. hopefully there will be quite a few sunny days before the cold rushes in… thinking about those storm-like days at ubc… *brrrr*

paris, mon amour

suddenly missing the days (and especially the nights) in paris :(

oh bobo… take me back! take me back with you again! tout de suite, s’il vous plait…

getting back to bookworm habit

i went to the library today with my dad to pick up and drop off dvds in the retarded dvd dispenser. while my dad was waiting for the librarian lady to fix the problem with my card, i picked up a random book and started reading. it’s some chick lit based on an asian-american girl and her irish/slightly asian boyfriend… i only managed to read 3 pages before we had to leave. it got me thinking about the asian things i do but don’t notice, and how the author makes everything asian sound so much more…DIFFERENT than the “norm”. i suspect it’s because i live in such an asian town (where you can buy bubbletea anytime of the night on weekends and sing karaoke in five different places in one block) the reason why i don’t feel the alienation the author is trying to provoke. perhaps it’s different in canada than it is in the states, where the asian population is actually a “minority”. here, asians take up what seems like 90% of the population (harhar, exaggeration, you need to come visit richmond to know what i’m talking about.)

or perhaps it’s just because my closest caucasian friend has always been more accepting than the rest :) thanks joobie, for understanding my asian-ness since the third grade… except for that time when you told everyone i was eating what looked like dried poop, when in reality it was shredded dried pork. good times, my friend. good times.

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