Saturday, December 30, 2006
saddam's execution - a word of opinion
this is terrible. this is wrong. this is completely unacceptable. murder is a murder and killing is killing. if we punish ruthless dictators according to (or even with) their own ruthlessness, who do we become? yes; we turn into them.
Friday, December 29, 2006
hiking broadway project
today was exceptional. that was the very first day since the break had started that i was alone. not lonely. alone. and i think i wanted, needed such day.
i woke up pretty early today, around 9, ate breakfast and took the skytrain to commercial station. it's about half an hour, maybe three quaters of an hour from sfu burnaby mountain campus. it's a wonderful, lively place. but about commercial drive itself some other time. today i decided to hike up broadway from commercial to ubc (those of you who know vancouver just a little bit you know that this distance takes almost an hour on an express bus b-99. just to give you an idea).
so i went. very relaxed and chilled. the weather was not too good, but at least it wasn't raining.
before today i was on broadway once. with daina buying bedlinens and that sort of stuff at the very beginning. i explored. i entered every intersting store, especially thrift and book stores, ate awesome sushi and it was all wonderful. my soul was very quiet, very peaceful, very much in its own essence.
without worrying about a thing i hiked broadway until it turned into 8th avenue. since it started raining i dropped the idea of going all the way to ubc. but i couldn't go back to sfu, not seeing the ocean from this side of the city. i was fullfiling all the craves that came up today. i sat on the log on the beach, looked at the waves.
i had no idea of time. i abandoned my watch in the residence hall. it was slowly getting dark, so from the beach i took bus number 4 to alma street. there i thankfully found a liquor store where i bought a bottle of french brandy (which, btw, i am enjoying right now writing all this). nearby i spotted a nice coffee shop so i ordered mexican dark roast coffee served by a very cute canadian girl. having had a short chat with her i sat down on a very comfortable arm chair and while enjoying the coffee i was reading "the stories of the happy people" by lars gustafsson (yes, a swede).
when i left the little coffee shop it was already dark. waiting for the bus i engaged myself in a conversation about life and death with a completely hammered bum. then the bus came. number 84, to vcc clark station.
when i came back to the room i found out that it was 7:00pm! nothing, i said to myself. is there anything for me to hurry today? i made dinner from rice leftovers i had in the fridge and polish sasuage. it was delicious.
it was a very exceptional day, indeed. very thoughtful and happy.
i woke up pretty early today, around 9, ate breakfast and took the skytrain to commercial station. it's about half an hour, maybe three quaters of an hour from sfu burnaby mountain campus. it's a wonderful, lively place. but about commercial drive itself some other time. today i decided to hike up broadway from commercial to ubc (those of you who know vancouver just a little bit you know that this distance takes almost an hour on an express bus b-99. just to give you an idea).
so i went. very relaxed and chilled. the weather was not too good, but at least it wasn't raining.
before today i was on broadway once. with daina buying bedlinens and that sort of stuff at the very beginning. i explored. i entered every intersting store, especially thrift and book stores, ate awesome sushi and it was all wonderful. my soul was very quiet, very peaceful, very much in its own essence.
without worrying about a thing i hiked broadway until it turned into 8th avenue. since it started raining i dropped the idea of going all the way to ubc. but i couldn't go back to sfu, not seeing the ocean from this side of the city. i was fullfiling all the craves that came up today. i sat on the log on the beach, looked at the waves.
i had no idea of time. i abandoned my watch in the residence hall. it was slowly getting dark, so from the beach i took bus number 4 to alma street. there i thankfully found a liquor store where i bought a bottle of french brandy (which, btw, i am enjoying right now writing all this). nearby i spotted a nice coffee shop so i ordered mexican dark roast coffee served by a very cute canadian girl. having had a short chat with her i sat down on a very comfortable arm chair and while enjoying the coffee i was reading "the stories of the happy people" by lars gustafsson (yes, a swede).
when i left the little coffee shop it was already dark. waiting for the bus i engaged myself in a conversation about life and death with a completely hammered bum. then the bus came. number 84, to vcc clark station.
when i came back to the room i found out that it was 7:00pm! nothing, i said to myself. is there anything for me to hurry today? i made dinner from rice leftovers i had in the fridge and polish sasuage. it was delicious.
it was a very exceptional day, indeed. very thoughtful and happy.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
few things
there are few things, you the readers of this blog should know about as my first term at simon fraser university is officially over.
1) just today i got my last grade and must say that i haven't yet lost the scholarship. ;-) quite on the contrary. i have managed not only to maintain this ridiculously high gpa, but actually exceed it!
2) i am staying here in burnaby during christmas. i am together with mariam (lebanon) and jesus (venezuela). both are from adriatic college. we shall figure something out.
3) i have already moved to my new room and must say it is splendid to finally have an access to kitchen! new address correspondingly to the one on the right margin. keep writing to me.
4) i have a volunteer job (i shall expand in a separate, perhaps next, post).
5) since there is little continuity between the terms i have nothing else to than chill, watch movies, read books, learn how to cook, work-out in the gym, chill, smoke, drink, commute without feeling in hurry, chill, play chess etc. let it stay as long as possible.
6) finally i got a haircut. i have no idea why did i delay a visit in a hairdresser (in canadian english: barber) for such a long time. it seemed like a dentist visit. haha. whateva.
(soon pictures of the new room)
1) just today i got my last grade and must say that i haven't yet lost the scholarship. ;-) quite on the contrary. i have managed not only to maintain this ridiculously high gpa, but actually exceed it!
2) i am staying here in burnaby during christmas. i am together with mariam (lebanon) and jesus (venezuela). both are from adriatic college. we shall figure something out.
3) i have already moved to my new room and must say it is splendid to finally have an access to kitchen! new address correspondingly to the one on the right margin. keep writing to me.
4) i have a volunteer job (i shall expand in a separate, perhaps next, post).
5) since there is little continuity between the terms i have nothing else to than chill, watch movies, read books, learn how to cook, work-out in the gym, chill, smoke, drink, commute without feeling in hurry, chill, play chess etc. let it stay as long as possible.
6) finally i got a haircut. i have no idea why did i delay a visit in a hairdresser (in canadian english: barber) for such a long time. it seemed like a dentist visit. haha. whateva.
(soon pictures of the new room)
Monday, December 18, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
on the move again
i am sitting by my messy desk in a very chaotic room 2053 on the second floor of b tower. i am sipping amber ale (it's actually quite acceptable canadian beer brewed on the granville island).
i am listening to tryo.
it's 8:00 pm.
i am packing up all my stuff and moving away again. emphasis on: again. just after three months of living in this residence. is it this crave for a constant change, constant move? i find myself unable to stand living in one place for more than half a year now, less than that sometimes. i feel this intrinsic desire to move, to see, to explore and discover. eh.
the official reason, though (which is completely reasonable and true too), is that tower b lacks a kitchen. and i really want to finally cook for myself whenever and whatever i want.
i will post my new address as soon as i move in, which is probably monday. the mail, however, won't be delivered to campus during the winter break, i.e. until 3rd january.
i am listening to tryo.
it's 8:00 pm.
i am packing up all my stuff and moving away again. emphasis on: again. just after three months of living in this residence. is it this crave for a constant change, constant move? i find myself unable to stand living in one place for more than half a year now, less than that sometimes. i feel this intrinsic desire to move, to see, to explore and discover. eh.
the official reason, though (which is completely reasonable and true too), is that tower b lacks a kitchen. and i really want to finally cook for myself whenever and whatever i want.
i will post my new address as soon as i move in, which is probably monday. the mail, however, won't be delivered to campus during the winter break, i.e. until 3rd january.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
...for me it's always been a magical world, i've thought so ever since i was quite young ... i still have a feeling that i have seen something that no one else has seen. it's hard to describe in simple words, but imagine the world without all this modern fuss about natural laws, evolutionary theory, atoms, dna molecules, biochemistry and nerve cells. imagine the world before it began to spin in fact, before it was reduced to being a planet in space, and before human body was divided into heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, brain, blood system, muscles, stomach and intenstines. i'm talking about the time when a human being as a human being, a complete and proud human being, no more and no less. then the world was just one sparkling fairytale...
...so look at the world. look at the world before you've filled yourself with too much physics and chemistry.
...so look at the world. look at the world before you've filled yourself with too much physics and chemistry.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
truly funny thing - funnily true thing
apparently there is a subgroup on facebook called "i went to an international school, and i am wordly bitch!" when a friend of mine showed it to me i couldn't stop laughing. so, uwc graduates (and future graduates), isn't it fucking true? or funny is it?
check this out:
you know what 'tck' stands for.
you own more than one passport from different countries, or you own a foreign passport, or simply, you own a passport.
you feel multiple passports are acceptable.
you don't have a driver's license for the country you're in.
your "home" is more than 5 hours away...by AIRPLANE.
you don't have a "home".
the question, "where are you from?" elicits a five-minute answer from you.
you are tired of people exclaiming, "your English is good! where did you learn it?"
you are tired of people asking you, "Where IS that?
canada is a foreign country.
you swear in more than one language.
common idioms and expressions you use habitually come from several languages, none of which you speak fluently.
you talk to different people in your life in different languages.
half of your phone calls are unintelligible to those around you.
you watch a movie set in a foreign country and you know what the nationals are really saying into the camera.
your yearbook had more than one language in it.
your high school memories include days when school was cancelled due to riots, demonstrations, or bomb threats.
you had to take the toefl.
fahrenheit/inches/miles = crap.
you know what ib and a-level mean.
you use msn because you know it's way better than aim since the rest of the world uses it.
you miss the cheap and delicious food from "home".
people mispronounce your name. YESSS!!!!!!!
you have friends in more than three continents.
you have enough frequent flyer miles to give your roommate a free round-trip ticket somewhere.
you're on first name terms with the travel agency and can speak authoritatively on the quality of airline travel for the past 15 years.
you're constantly checking up on the current exchange rate.
you know what country goes with what timezone out of necessity.
what's with this crappy version of cnn? and where's 24hr bbc news when you need it? richard quest, anybody?
when people talk about current events or watch travel shows, you pitch in because you were there, or you personally know someone who was.
you don't understand the college fascination with alcohol - you've been drinking since you were 12. in bars.
beer pong is overrated. just drink the damn thing.
you understand that diversity is not a matter of race.
so: true or funny? funny or true? both...?
check this out:
you know what 'tck' stands for.
you own more than one passport from different countries, or you own a foreign passport, or simply, you own a passport.
you feel multiple passports are acceptable.
you don't have a driver's license for the country you're in.
your "home" is more than 5 hours away...by AIRPLANE.
you don't have a "home".
the question, "where are you from?" elicits a five-minute answer from you.
you are tired of people exclaiming, "your English is good! where did you learn it?"
you are tired of people asking you, "Where IS that?
canada is a foreign country.
you swear in more than one language.
common idioms and expressions you use habitually come from several languages, none of which you speak fluently.
you talk to different people in your life in different languages.
half of your phone calls are unintelligible to those around you.
you watch a movie set in a foreign country and you know what the nationals are really saying into the camera.
your yearbook had more than one language in it.
your high school memories include days when school was cancelled due to riots, demonstrations, or bomb threats.
you had to take the toefl.
fahrenheit/inches/miles = crap.
you know what ib and a-level mean.
you use msn because you know it's way better than aim since the rest of the world uses it.
you miss the cheap and delicious food from "home".
people mispronounce your name. YESSS!!!!!!!
you have friends in more than three continents.
you have enough frequent flyer miles to give your roommate a free round-trip ticket somewhere.
you're on first name terms with the travel agency and can speak authoritatively on the quality of airline travel for the past 15 years.
you're constantly checking up on the current exchange rate.
you know what country goes with what timezone out of necessity.
what's with this crappy version of cnn? and where's 24hr bbc news when you need it? richard quest, anybody?
when people talk about current events or watch travel shows, you pitch in because you were there, or you personally know someone who was.
you don't understand the college fascination with alcohol - you've been drinking since you were 12. in bars.
beer pong is overrated. just drink the damn thing.
you understand that diversity is not a matter of race.
so: true or funny? funny or true? both...?
final exam(s)
since i have already written spanish exam, communication exam has been waived and psychology exam does not really count towards the final grade, i find it extremely challenging to motivate myself to study for philosophy. the exam is, let's see... oh shit! it's actually tommorow. well. whatever.
Monday, December 04, 2006
they are made out of meat
after russell: "science is what you know, philosophy is what you don't know". hence some might think that philosophy can't teach; only can it speculate. how wrong those peoples are! how wrong!
in introduction to philosophy of mind they make us watch fun movies and they actually teach us something. that we are made out of meat.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
vino, sushi and skatalites concert
like in title.
doesn't that sound/look like a perfect weekend, eh?
Saturday, December 02, 2006
sheeping
someone whispered in to my inner ear: be a sheep.
to be a sheep. simply, a sheep.
perhaps i am one. perhaps. a sheep in the herd of wolves.
just wearing wolf's mask.
for how could a true sheep survive among its predators?
and what if, and my prediction slowly grows into expectation, hope even, what if the wolves don't really exist?
and all creatures that we percieve as wolves are, just like me, the sheep in masks?
what then?
are you daring to take the mask off?
to be a sheep. simply, a sheep.
perhaps i am one. perhaps. a sheep in the herd of wolves.
just wearing wolf's mask.
for how could a true sheep survive among its predators?
and what if, and my prediction slowly grows into expectation, hope even, what if the wolves don't really exist?
and all creatures that we percieve as wolves are, just like me, the sheep in masks?
what then?
are you daring to take the mask off?
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