puking and the metro

food poisoning on the road

hey folk, i'm physically weak. being subjected to food poisoning really sucks. i will not have steak for a long time. especially ordered anywhere near rare. memories of pukin' suffice.

yesterday i was on the montreal express from toronto, and i got sick again. on my weak stomach, i puked out all the best pad thai i had ever. earlier that day, i took the go train and bus to hamilton, and the express bus back to toronto from hamilton. i felt alright, and knew i wasn't up in my best. i got back to toronto with only one meal in me, plus beer. i wasn't sure if i should eat for the sake of eating. my stomach needed food i knew, but [i] opted not to get anything. it was a good decision.

two hours into my trip to ottawa from toronto, i started to get sick. i barely made it to the bus bathroom, and i puked all over the seat, most of it in the hole of course. i'm telling you, because this is important. in depth in the adventures of me.. well, anyway.

i was sitting right behind the driver, so i was sitting at the furthest seat from the bathroom, and i was sure to have thrown up in the aisle, landing some noodle on someone's foot. it could've but didn't happen. well, the second time was basically the same. i finally put on tiger balm. it comes in handy.

we got out of the bus, realizing that the driver did indeed rush his way. i knew then that i was going to give them a complaint letter definitely. i totally have been using their services many times, and i've never had a problem. but! for me to have to vomit, induced by a cowboy driver, wasn't how i pictured spending my evening.

i got to montreal finally without anymore gross stuff coming out of me, knowing that i would be early for the metro/subway system. so i sat. continued my scarf for my grandma.

the metro

transit fare is the same in toronto $2.50, which is expensive in toronto, but more expensive in montreal in comparison to the price of their metropass.

i love the metro. it is indeed quite different than the subway system in toronto. not just the bigger platforms, artistic value of it's construction, smaller cars, but!! the people who ride them. montreal is the place of students. for the independent in love with romance.

my cousin told me he'd pick me up, but i said i'd take the metro. my reasons. i'd stay in all the days i'd be here anyway, it would be nice to take the metro for at least that day. fine gentlemen waiting on the platform.

it is ridiculous. so i'm there with vomit in my hair (not apparent), waiting for the first train to come, crocheting, exhausted.. i move my backpack from the seat next to me to my feet. there were more and more people on the platform. two minutes later, someone sits next to me.

he asks for the time. i got confused the first time he asked me. my french is mediocre. i said, "oh," and got my phone. we started talking, and in french! yikes!

okay.. well after i get off the metro.. everything winds down..

home in montreal

i found my way to my aunt's place. slept. ate congee. emailed. watched chinese dramas. crochet'd. blog.

tomorrow visiting grandma.

had indian dinner with friends on sunday. pictures up when i'm back from holiday!~

wastin' time, i am i am

i don't feel very good right now. i spent four days setting up my family pictures chronologically to the best of my knowledge, and a family member accidentally [just] dropped it. i understand, but.. arrgh.. i know i'll fix it.. actually, i might not? i can't possibly be the only one who took an interest in fixing it up all nice.

besides that, everything is going well. i had a bit of my going away cheer today. the last day with my mississauga tutees. their 77% alcoholic chinese hard liquor was not at all tempting, not even to the sips they got me to take. more and more people coming out on sunday, which i'm incredulously happy about.

i'm happy that i'm welcomed well with my family in ottawa and montreal. i can't wait to go to both. that reminds me that i still have two scarves to make. the one for khalid is done. all hot red and done.

i'm supposed to pick up my visa tomorrow, but i'm working the lunch shift for a friend, so i won't be able to get it.. unless i'm off before 3.. but probably not.

i waste a lot of time in front of the computer. cursed able techie uncle who fixes computers that i mess up.

i should go do some creative writing.. or reading.

"leavin' it to change," a. aguilera

oh! today is tuesday. that means i'm getting my working visa on tomorrow. it is the last thing/important document i need before my departure. i'm currently in my last full week in toronto. from monday i'm going to be in hamilton, montreal, and ottawa. this sunday, i'm going to an indian restaurant with friends.

every day is a step closer to a welcomed new change. i've actually been planning this trip for 4 years after realizing that everything, is really in my own hands. my reality, that is. i didn't know exactly what i wanted to do with my life. and, as the days get closer, i'm realizing myself even more. myself, being who i've always been trying to exude.

i miss playing the flute in a band. i miss written/creative publication. i miss volunteering. i miss far away friends. i miss the summer, lazing.

i really do appreciate a lot. and to some dismay, lately i've been feeling, am i just leaving for the thought of leaving. unfortunately, it does seem that way to some (and maybe a bit to me.) i have been planning it for a long while. i guess, it's an opportunity. of course it is.

i'm packed, and almost ready to go..

oh yeah, i got a camera. still dormant. i mean, waiting for my friend to find cheaper deal for me. yes. a camera. yay!

should we ask to receive?

i just got my visa and working visa today, in my jammies, at the door. apparently i have to go to the embassy to get the visa processed or something. i would have gone today, but annie has my metropass, and i have to wait.. i have to work.. so i'll leave it for tomorrow on my break. then, i'm getting my ticket on saturday, before work.

i'm very indifferent now. i know it's going to be a big change, and as i told my love Zahra, that i can't wait to be back. and i'm excited. i'm excited of being able to go away to drift into cracks of humble-ment, again, then, coming back putting what i've learnt into practice. my new adventure will be no doubt crazy.

so yes, i can't wait until i'm into my late 20s. i'm only 24, but being 27/28 is something different. different wants and needs. settling, having all my resources at full. i've decided to settle in toronto when i come back. it took me 9.5 years to realize that i want to do just that. before that, for a very short while, that i could be anywhere. and before that, i had no doubt wanted to return to montreal. and montreal, i may still want to be buried there. it was an absolute, but thinking about it.. i could be buried here, too. i know it's a weird thing to think about.

i found this website: http://www.youtube.com, which is really cool.
saw the mtv movies' best kiss of 2005, and teared like a baby. toronto has made me become a sap. that damn ryan gosling and rachel mcadams.

quand je pars

28 days until i make the grand leap. still haven't got my tickets, but will do so next week. i did my final purchases for the trip today. including gravel, bepto pills, tissues travel size, yarn for my last few scarves to make before i leave :(.. i also got this photo album for my family pictures. it holds 440 photos, but! after filling it up, i realize i have to get another one. i'm going through them and i'm laughing and trying to make sense of us in it. i mean, we look so different. i know it was not too far away, but so much has happened.

on the 27th i'm going to hamilton to visit khalid. it'll probably be a lone trip. haven't seen him much, except for the times he'd pick me up from somewhere, we'd exchange short chit chat, then he'd drop me off at home.

he told me, and it had occurred to me that i should see as many people as i can before i leave. i don't need to. i know this. to me, farewells are essentially goodbyes. even though i don't know when i'm coming back, i will see them again. yes, it'll be 10 months in china, and more of whatever number in vietnam.. need to print out that vietnam visa form tomorrow. [but yes, an imprint of how our loved ones are before they leave would be nice..]

tomorrow night is zahra's party. i haven't been out much.. really, and i really enjoy her house parties. i will miss her.. ..

tonight, i came home from work, ate, filled album, watched tv, checked net, cleaned the bathroom (kathy is coming over for the night tomorrow). i've been getting plenty of the people i care for the most in the past couple of weeks. except for john. i have to call him in the next week.. :(

i'm going to miss many..

question of the day

why do we depend on others to make ourselves happy?

crock

i'm watching "moulin rouge" in the meanwhile. it's the 2nd time i'm watching it. it's crock. i mean, it's meant to be. a huge exaggeration of all emotions in relations of love.

i feel sorry for you readers. maybe it's 'cause i've been harbouring what i've been feeling love means, that i've been writing all this dovey stuff lately.

i'm actually going to write to a friend instead of posting my tedious thoughts here.

this is a line from the movie, from which i may derive some creative writing from later
why can't i feel like everyone else does

oh yeah, i went to get my haircut at a nice salon as a hair model. all she did was trim it. blahness. i was ready for change