January 18, 2012

  • Vanity is a sin

    Saturday 01/14

    We finally got some decent snow! 

    Now it's feeling more  like Christmas -_________________-

    Sunday 01/15

    Spent the whole day and afternoon, asleep cuddling Aso. 

    Nothing new there.

    In celebration of Baby Bill's birthday the day before,  and my parents 23rd happy and strong marriage this day, we headed out for dinner after church. Although, daddy just had to be with us in spirit since he is away working. 

    It was Baby Bill's pick for the night, so we headed to get some Vietnamese noodles at Pho

     

    Chicken Pho, avocado shake and summer roll

    Fan Fact:  I am actually allergic to sea food, and it doesn't matter cause I care very little for them. For some reason though, I could never pass up summer roll. They're so darn delish!

     Monday 01/16

     Though it snowed the whole weekend, it was pretty much gone by the time Monday rolled around. At least in Surrey and New Westminster anyway. Apparently it was practically snow storming -a bit of an exaggeration of course- 45 mins away. I felt really excluded especially because I had school the whole day.

    No matter though, it was really just a semi large quiz in the morning and a lecture with one of the most intelligent man I've come across with, in the afternoon. He was also particularly entertaining in the afternoon as he discuss, within the lecture context, of his frequent experience with gallstones and morphine shots. Apparently, the pain, which is very comparable to child birth, is made worth it by the morphine shots, hence he actually looks forward to the excruciating moments when he could pass stones. 

    A curious thing happened to me on my short walk from the train to school. I don't know if it had to do with the partially cloudy, frigid winter day made especially brighter by the scattered snow, but as I was stepping down the stairs of the train station, my mind wandered, making me have a short day dream on how my life would be like had my family not immigrated.

    And I couldn't. I literally couldn't imagine how my life -how I would- be different. For some reason, this gave me a highly overwhelming sense of gratitude for everything that I have, for everything that I am, and for everything that I am about to become. 

    It was calming. I haven't felt that much at peace with myself in a while.

     

    After class, with DP, I was finally able to head over to Michaels Arts and Crafts that has been mentioned and recommended to me by everyone I'd ask about arts supply store. I have never in my life had heard of this store before, I felt slightly ignorant. 

    Being in the store sparked a creative energy in me that I could never release since I don't have any kind of outlet; I am not creative in any way at all. 

    From Michaels, to Dollar store, to Tim Horton's, to two different Shoppers Drug store, 6 hours passed by just like that. 

    The night ended with finally receiving my statement from the student loan. I've known for a long time how much I'm about to owe the government and though I should feel like I'm deeply invested in my program, 95% of my being refuses to. It has largely to do with the fact that I am not in "real", working life and though I am not in anyway, a cash machine, I also do not have any monetary responsibilities since I live off my parents. 

    Hence Thirty four thousand and seven hundred eight dollars  seem just like numbers written on paper to me. 

    I really need a sense of responsibility. 

    Tuesday 01/17

    This:

    and piano lesson is how my Tuesday looked like

     

    Yeahp...

     

    --Elle Are Emm