Haiku? Based on a True Story.

Anticipation
Cereal I love
Looking, the shelf is empty
No more French Toast Crunch?
Disappointment.

A (Book) Report.

So recently, I read a book. This book was recommended to me by a couple of friends. I don't want to say the title of the book, but it was an okay book. The book was about a woman who was looking for true love with a very handsome man. In the book, she finds a handsome man, but she discovers that he isn't exactly perfect. But before that they have passionate sex. Book style. At the end of the book, she finds true love and lives happily ever after. I don't want to give away the ending of this book for the people still reading this book, so that is all I will say about the book. I thought one of the characters should have had a sad ending. Books are always better with sad endings, I don't know why. Also, motorbikes improve books. I only read this book because my friends told me too, and not because I like girly books. I don't like girly books, they are too girly. I like most books, but this particular book didn't have much action, except for in the sex department. It was still an alright book, though. If I were to recommend this book, I would recommend this book to teenage girls. Not teenage boys. They don't like these books. If you are a teenage boy, don't read this book. Luckily I didn't say the title of the book, so the teenage boys would have trouble locating this book at their nearest library/bookstore. Except if they know a lot of girly books or are book experts. Then maybe they could find the book that I am writing about and read it. I learned one thing from reading this book: Not all books are good for everyone.

The Want Back!

Why, hello there.

Has this ever happened to you?

Bob: Wow, I'm so full. I couldn't eat another slice of pizza!
Fred: Can I have the rest?
Bob: Sure, take as many as you want!
[Fred starts to eat pizza]
Bob: Hmmm.... actually, never mind. I'm still hungry. I think I WANT my pizza BACK.
Fred: :S

This social situation actually happens to me once. Or twice. Or a couple times. Or a lot. It's just something about our brains, that even when we don't really want something anymore, when we see someone else have it and enjoy it, we want it back! This is what I call "The Want Back". You know you don't really want it, whatever it is, but you just don't like seeing somebody else enjoy it. It's like, "Stop enjoying that! I enjoyed that already!" Maybe there's a little jealousy, a little envy. But you had it already, you decided that you are finished with it. Why do you want it back? You aren't going to enjoy it, you just don't want someone else to enjoy it. YOU are taking away someone else's enjoyment! And even once you get it back, you are satisfied for a moment, and then, "Seriously, I don't need this." I think that's the selfish part of us humans that doesn't like seeing other people enjoy things. Are we really that self-centered inside? I have trouble with this too. We try to think about others, but it's stuff like this that really sets us back from being better people. I know it's hard, but I think sometimes you just gotta let it go. You don't want it, you don't need it, just let someone else have it and enjoy it! Be a people person! ;D

Five Facts About... Me!

I am going to start a new segment on my blog! I'll pick a random subject, and write about five interesting facts about that subject and comment on them. So I decided I would start on me, and why not? I tried to think of facts that people didn't already know, so here goes:

#1. I am really good at Guitar Hero.

Yes, this isn't really a fact. But it is pretty true! I have an Xbox and used to play a lot of Guitar Hero a lot(every day) and I must say, I got pretty good at it. Not like, professional good, but pretty darn good! I can play the songs on Expert and get at least 90% on them, so that's solid. Most people say that people that can play guitar suck at Guitar Hero and vice versa. That is because guitar and Guitar Hero are really different and playing guitar is much harder. So I guess that means I'll probably be really bad at guitar, but that's okay; I don't plan on learning anytime soon. In the meanwhile, I can just keep impressing people with my amazing Guitar Hero skills!

#2. I am quite afraid of heights.

Quite afraid as in very afraid. I'm scared of heights because I'm scared of falling. Which would mean I'm not scared of heights, but of falling, but I still get a little sweaty looking down from a high apartment. :S I mean, everything is so small, and you're so high up! I don't know how a person couldn't be scared. One little slip, and SPLAT! Buh bye! I am a risk taker though! I often take the top bunk on a bunk bed, so there! Better than nothing.

#3. I am kind of organized.

I probably don't seem like a very organized person, but sometimes when I go into stores, I'll just start putting things back in the right place, because it bugs me to see things out of order. That is called obsessive-compulsive disorder, I think. Maaaaybe just a little bit. It just gives me a very satisfying feeling when I see that things are in the right place. Exception: my room. It's actually pretty messy, I just kind of keep my Carver clothes all over the floor. ;)

#4. My favorite colours are red and green.

This is probably the least interesting. I like red and green, but not together. That just reminds me of Christmas. Not that I don't like Christmas, I just don't think red and green go that well together. Red is like a really outgoing guy who likes sports and partying, while Green is a very shy girl who prefers to stay at home and do crossword puzzles. You know what I mean? People say opposites attract, but I don't really believe that. Red is a really bold color, which is why I like it. But green is more calm and relaxed, and I like that too!

#5. I have very flat feet.

Yeah, my feet are pretty flat. Most people have a big arch in the middle of their foot, but mine are mostly flat, with a little bit of a curve. I have to wear these things in my shoes to fix them. I hope it's a genetic advantage for running faster or something. One bad thing about it is that a lot of shoes don't fit as well because my feet are also wider. So I think I have to get fat people shoes or something. Ah, whatever, I'll just have to live with it. Forever. And ever.

Anyway, these are just five kind of random facts about me. I hope you liked it, and thanks for reading! ;D

Past, Present, or Future?

Are we in the past, the present, or the future? I know it seems like a dumb question. "We're in the present, idiot." But is it really that simple? I hope this will make you think. :)
People in the 1950's probably didn't think they were in the past. Technology was great back then! "Oh dang, look at us! We got super glue!" But where are they now? 60 years later, they are part of our history and our past. Is that what we are, and will be someday? Maybe a hundred years later, people will look at our flat screen TVs and think, "Pft. Flat screen TVS. I could find tons of those in the high-tech super dumpster. Look at the gizmos we have now!" So we could just be another part of the past, another piece to the puzzle that is human history.
Maybe you're right, and we are the present. A lot of people say we should just live in the moment, and don't worry about the future, because only what we have now is guaranteed. Even the Bible tells us not to worry too much. Live life to the fullest and don't hurry to get the next thing done. Take life day by day. Where we are, and what we're doing, is the now. Time is a line, and we are in the middle of that line. There is no past or future. This is what it is.
Could we be the future? Maybe all those crazy predictions and the 2012 movie were right, and there will be a colossal disaster worldwide, killing millions of people and therefore securing our fate. That would make us the future, the end of that line. And if we survived, what if we had to start over again? All the technology we have now lost, and going back to the theoretical GO on the Monopoly board of life. Suretainly, we would be the future. What we do now, and however far we get, will influence where humans are and how we develop thousands of years later.
This is confusing stuff, for sure. But what are we really: past, present, or future? It's up to you. But whatever we are, ENJOY IT! Be thankful for what you have, because a lot of people barely have anything and can still live a fulfilling, happy life. This is a time to remember your blessings with the people you love, not to think about everything you want and don't have. Our problems aren't as big as we think. With God's help, we can overcome it.
Happy thanksgiving, peoples! Enjoy responsibly. ;D

The Slang Experiment!

"Hey, can I borrow a pencil?"

"Suretainly! Heh heh."

BAM! There it is! My newly invented word, "suretainly". As you can clearly tell, it is a mix of the words "sure" and "certainly". This is my dictionary definition for it:

sure - tain - ly (shur-tin-lee):
-adverb
1. with confidence and enthusiasm; without a doubt
Tom suretainly writes well.

So now this is my word. And as part of the experiment, I am going to try and say this word a lot, and hopefully people will say it too! Then, it will become a very popular word and eventually, when I hear a stranger say it, my experiment will have worked! I think a lot of popular words these days spread like this. I mean, someone, somewhere had to have come up with the word "pwned". And eventually, it came around to me and everyone else who knows it. That is what I am trying to do with "suretainly". So if you have a chance in the right situation, please feel free to use my word. But don't claim it, 'cause that's not cool. Anyway, I will get ready to enjoy my long weekend now. Have a great day! ;D

A Letter to a Rabbit

Dear Rabbit,

Hi there. I hope you know who I am, but if you don't, I understand. Rabbits have bad memory. I'm Tim. I live with you. We hang out sometimes, you know. Don't you remember the one time in the morning, you ran up the stairs and scared the heck out of me? I remember it. I remember it well. Yeah, maybe I'm not the nicest guy. I don't talk to you much, I've never given you any food. Is it annoying when I poke you while you're asleep? Sorry, I'll try to stop doing that. Also, I'd really like it if you stopped biting all my stuff. It's not like you don't have anything to eat. You have a perfectly healthy diet, with lots of vegetables and vegetables. Do you ever get tired of eating that stuff? I would. And those brown pill like things, they are positively nasty! Maybe you could clean up your place every once in a while too. Man, it sure gets messy in there. All that hair and other stuff. I heard that when people get stressed out, they start losing their hair! I hope you aren't stressing out too much. Anyway, just wanted to share a friendly greeting. Maybe we'll run into each other again and we can have a longer conversation.

Your neighbour,
Tim

P.S. Can you stop kicking your poop all over the dining room floor? I step on it sometimes. Thanks!

hate it when

...i forget what i was going to say

...the good towel's taken

...slept past dinner

...suddenly realize forgotten homework in the morning

...it gets cancelled

...my favorite shirt doesn't fit anymore

...i don't get enough sleep

...hair is messed when i get up

...i leave something behind

...i don't bring offering

...it's my fault

...i'm the only one there

...we're out of juice

...i sleep in too long

...the haircut looks terrible

...it doesn't work

...i can't fix it

...the queue goes on forever

...they run out

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Etiquette?

Hmmm....etiquette, it's a funny thing, really. I mean, some of these rules don't even make sense. "Don't put your elbows on the table." I mean, what the heck? What's wrong with putting your elbows on the table? I don't really get it. Speaking of elbows on the table, that reminds me of a while back when I was younger. When you were a kid, did you enjoy correcting people's mistakes and stuff like that, just because you could? I did. At the dinner table, I would eat, while obsessively watching if anyone was putting their elbows on the table. And if I saw someone do it, I would get that sneaky little smile like, "I got you now! Heheheh." Of course, I'd wait two seconds for them to take their elbows off but after that, BAM! Time to lay down the hammer. "It's not good to have your elbows on the table." LOL. I guess I was just a weird kid like that. Enjoy the rest of your day!
FUN FACT: You can't kill yourself by holding your breath. =O

Smile

Today I was walking down the street. I saw an old lady, and I waved and smiled at her. She waved and smiled back. Felt good; just a smile can improve your mood so much. So for tomorrow, just share a smile, its the least you can do. =)

GOOD LUCK. NOT.

Yay, another entry. Once again, it's been a while. This time around, I'd like to write about luck and superstitions. Why do they exist? I mean, do they even work? It's kind of like a religion, really. A lot of people are superstitious, I guess they believe in luck. Even if you say you're not superstitious, subconsciously, you probably are. Maybe you had a good day, and you were wearing a particular shirt. The next time around, when you are wearing that same shirt, you are probably hoping that it will be a good day because you are wearing it. How did superstitions even start? Maybe it was started by some power-hungry guy who wanted everyone to believe him. So he started making up random crap, kind of like what I'm doing right now. Or maybe some guy had a really, really terrible day. He saw a black cat, and then a guy stole all his money. And then black cats were unlucky charms. Really, it's the black cat that's having the bad day. It's just going about its business, and then, suddenly, EVERYONE HATES IT. Like, WTH?!? Black cats are probably the saddest animals on earth, in my opinion. No one wants to be friends with the black cat. If the black cat made an account on Facebook, no one would send it a friend request. If it made a Twitter account, no followers. Nope. Not one. The next time you see a black cat, think about how its life is, and how people probably kick it and spit on it and do stupid crap to it. THINK ABOUT IT. =]

Revenge of the Mannequins!

BAM! I'm back...it's been too long. Anyway,
Mannequins. Those darn mannequins. These last couple weeks, I keep mistaking people for mannequins and mannequins for people. It's really really confusing. People just standing still. I think they're mannequins, but they are actual people! Imagine that! :D At Metrotown today, I was walking by a store, and they had a real person as a mannequin. Except she was so still, I thought she was a mannequin, just a really nice one. But then when I walked past again, she freaking MOVED. Scared the crap out of me. You know what, I don't think we need to be afraid of zombies or robots taking over the world someday. I think it'll be the mannequins. They just blend in among us, camouflaging in the background. Plus, have you seen the shapes of those mannequins? They have the best bodies ever (and the awesomest clothes)! Some of those male mannequins are absolutely ripped! So they'll take over the world, and look good doing it. But don't worry, this is just a theory. For now. They don't know I'm onto them yet. Let's keep this on the down low for now, and when mannequins actually start taking over, we can say, "I TOLD YOU SO!"

Don't Worry....Be Happy! :)

Hey you. Read this. NOW! I'm back! Yahoo! So this entry probably isn't going to be anywhere near as long as the last one, but it is equally as important. :S It's about worrying. WORRYING?!? Worrying in general. Worrying about death, life, fear, sidewalk cracks, worry itself. To gain further insight on the topic of worrying, I had to consult my best friend ever (Wikipedia). It says, "Worry is the state of engaging in chains of thoughts and images of a negative and an uncontrollable nature in which mental attempts are made to avoid anticipated potential threats."
So in regular speak, I translate that as thoughts and pictures of things going very, very badly. Why do we worry? Do we worry because we are scared? Because we are pessimistic? Because we are paranoid? Maybe it's because we've been hurt. Hurt too many times. But things don't always have to go badly. I think worrying is half the bad, if that makes any sense. You're outting a restrain on yourself. You are telling yourself, I can't do this, I can't do that. You won't know until it happens. People who don't worry are the people who are truly free. There's no need to worry. But it's so hard not to. Automatically, you think, What if this happens? What about this? It's so hard to control. If you're worrying about a test, worry won't make you do better. It won't make you think better. Even the Bible tells us not to worry so much. Matthew 6:27-29 "Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? Proverbs 12:25 Worry weighs a person down; an encouraging word cheers a person up. So here's an encouraging word: Pick yourself up! Go out and do something! Trust me, if you put your heart into anything, you can do it! :D

Random Thoughts/Crap.

HELLO. Dang, I haven't written in a while. Anyway, this blog entry was only written because I was bored, so yeah. It's about some things that I was thinking about that don't mean anything at all. Enjoy.

"Step on a crack, break your mother's back."
HAH! I remember this. I remember when I was just a kid, and whenever I would be on the sidewalk, I would say this. And NEVER, EVER, step on the cracks. Sometimes I did, you know, just for fun. It made me feel adventurous, like I had some sort of power or authority. To break people's backs. :D I thought of this because I realized that, subconsciously, sometimes I do avoid the cracks or grooves in the sidewalk, out of habit. I don't know why. It's just something that I do. This leads me to wonder about the origin of the above term. I know, it's probably just from some kid who was playing around. But what if it wasn't? What if it was about something that happened long ago? Maybe a long long time, centuries ago, a crack opened up in the earth and swallowed up hundreds of people. Maybe this was a warning from a bitter man who had lost his mother. Maybe humans have a natural aversion to cracks. Maybe true, maybe not. Either way, I still avoid cracks every now and then.

I always imagined that each person had an invisible life counter. Like a little clock that's above your head and it shows how much longer you will live. To the second. And if say, you took a puff of a cigarette, the time on your counter ticked just a little faster. If you started eating healthier, maybe that clock would tick a little slower. I always thought that would be cool. You know, if this really did exist, I'm sure people would have better habits. They would never smoke, or drink, or do drugs. But I guess it would cause a lot of paranoia too. Especially if some freak accident is about to happen. Maybe something changes in the future. Maybe your life counter drops down to 3 hours. Then what? Maybe you'll do something radical. Maybe, just maybe, you will do something in those three hours that surprises everyone. Cause you know you will die. So you try to live out your life as best you can. I think this could bring out the best, and the worst, in people. Just something to think about.

I was also thinking about the future. What it would be like. Back then, I remember they made movies about times like now. The 2000's. And it was all futuristic and spacey. And we could fly and had weird clothing. And you look outside, and see that really? We haven't gotten that far. Maybe some technological advances. But nothing major. Life changing. No human-like robots, no cool flying devices. No life counters. Essentially, we live our lives the same as people would 40 years ago. Go to school, do good things, go to university, get a degree, get a job, be successful, get married, have kids. The same goals, the same dreams. I just think we reach a little too high. Dream a little too far. What is it about the future that excites us so much, anyway? Both the near future and the distant future. The near future, because we don't know what will happen, because we have so much power now to decide what will happen. The distant future, also because we don't know, but because we can dream. And maybe if we believe and work hard enough, it'll all come together.

Last thought. Maybe the most important one. About the outside. About beauty. Why has it been so important? Why does appearance impact our lives so much? Is it implanted in our minds, that if something looks better, it is better? Because that is clearly not the case. We know that. We know we shouldn't base our opinions of people, or things, on what they look like. But we do. We can't help it. Maybe it was built in us. Why do we admire the beautiful movie stars, the celebrities, when it's the people around us that are truly an important part of our lives? I guess it started long ago. Even in the Bible. The story of Samson and Delilah. Samson was so lustful of Delilah and her beauty that he disobeyed God. It cost him his life. We naturally gravitate towards the pretty things. That's the goal of some people. To collect as many pretty things as possible. Whether it be people around them or material objects. If it looks nice, somehow, that makes it valuable. Sometimes it's the smaller, less attractive things that truly affect us. I think if we can step back from the values of the world, we can truly become better people.

Maybe, just maybe, when I'm all old and ugly, in the future I'll look back on this, and cracks will have swallowed up half the earth, and my life counter will be slowly ticking down, and my grandchildren will be going to school and going through the same things I'm going through now, I will realize that these random thoughts, this crap, really does mean something. ;)

H.

H. H is seen on street signs. H represents something. It could represent humanity, health, happiness. But it does not. It it a sign for the hospital. The hospital is one of the most depressing places on earth. Maybe you would disagree. Many would think it would be a funeral or a cemetery. Places where death has arrived. But I say it's the hospital. I went to the hospital to visit my great-grandma. As soon as I stepped in through the automatic doors, the building's nostalgic scent surrounded me. It smelled of older times, better times. Times already gone and passed. Times never to be had again. It almost sucks the hope out of you. That you begin to think, this is it. I'm never leaving this place ever again. TCU. The transitional care unit. A place where the older people live, waiting. Just waiting. Waiting is the greatest pain of all. What are they waiting for? For hope? For the so called golden years? The walls are bland. Even the attempts at decorating do nothing to infuse energy into a dull place. Time almost stops here. It travels at a leisurely pace, moving with its own clock. Every minute crawls by, every hour. Living with strangers, strangers suffering fates similar to yours. Their eyes, they penetrate your soul. Those empty eyes. They see despair, poorly disguised. There is a man. A man who yells. He yells something inaudible, does it every few seconds. No one understands. No one stops him. What is he yelling for? For freedom? For something? Anything? I believe the day the man stops yelling is the day his life ends. Life. This is the end. It stops here.

Important Issues: Hand Dryers

I really hate things that blow. LOL. Anyways, things that just seem to randomly blow things around really just suck. LOL. Two lame jokes in two sentences. I should stop now. Anyway, the other day I was at Macdonald's washing my hands in the washroom, and I came across the hand dryer. Those things really don't work. They just kind of blow the water around in your hands to different places, so that your palms are damp, but everything else is really wet. Yes, I understand it's "environmentally friendly", but disappointingly ineffective. Luckily, Metrotown has this really awesome hand dryer called the Xcelerator. It is really strong as well as loud, and best of all, IT ACTUALLY WORKS! Anyway, I hope you are enjoying the Olympics. GO CANADA GO!

Dislike!

LOL. LMAO. GG. The number of new phrases born on the Internet are growing and it seems like people are even using them in "real life". One word that has caught on is "dislike". On Dictionary.com, the definition for "dislike" is: "to regard with displeasure, antipathy, or aversion." In other words, not like. Why has this word become so popular? Facebook, of course. One of the many functions of the popular social networking site is that you can "like" other people's posts, statuses, pictures, etc. This inevitably led to people creating groups campaigning for a "dislike" button, which would basically allow a person to disdain or dismiss other people's stuff. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT? I can see why Facebook has turned down the notion so many times. Are we really that evil and corrupt? That we would want to give thumbs down to other people. That's pretty jerk, in my opinion.
P.S. Jerk is my new adjective. Spread it around! LOL. TTYL. BB.

Fail(ure).

This blog entry is dedicated to: JASMYN MARASIGAN! a.k.a. NotJasmine

Yesterday at Awana, it was my first time being the games leader for T&T Boys. Understandably, I was quite nervous, although I was doing it with a friend who is also in his first year as a T&T Boys leader. Before we started Games time, we had already talked a couple times about what games we would do and were feeling pretty confident that it would go well. We were going to start off with some running relays, play kingpin, and then a game that my friend had invented. It was going to go perfectly! Oh, what foolish hopes. We got off to an alright start. My friend Jackson got all the kids to line up on their colours and he introduced the first game. It was going pretty well, until it was my turn. I decided that instead of saying a number and then lining up, I would just yell a number and then get the kids to start running. It was a failure. One team got confused and didn't even run. The second time, I called a number that didn't exist. It was pretty embarassing. When we quickly changed games, it didn't go much better. The kids were really loud, and didn't listen at all. Also, some kid threw a ball at my face. The game that Jackson invented was a complete disaster and the kids didn't like it. It was really confusing and even I didn't understand it. One team ended up winning by a large margin. Even the kids said it sucked. It was the perfect storm. I hope I don't have to be the games leader ever again. The moral of the story is: being the games leader sucks, don't ever try it.

Babies and Blogs, blah blah blah...

Hmmm....It seems I have not blogged in a while. BLAH. Blah sounds a lot like blog. I wonder who came up with the word blog? I hope you are wondering too. CAUSE I WILL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW! If you already know, sucks for you. The word "blog" is a contraction of the term "web log." Big whoop. One of the earliest bloggers was Justin Hall, a university student who began keeping an online diary in 1994. THAT'S THE YEAR I WAS BORN. Do you know what this means? I was created to blog. I bet it went something like this:
Mom: Oh snap, look at this! An online diary! We should have a kid so he can make one too.
Dad: Ok, he will be the bestest blogger in the universe! HAHAHA!
Yeah. Pretty lame, huh? Well, I hope you learned something today, cause I sure didn't.
OH YEAH, I ALMOST FORGOT! Babies is in the title of this blog entry because I was going to talk about them. Babies are interesting. I always thought babies were these little people who just cried and ate crap. Cause really, that's what baby food is, I bet. Some jerk(hobo?) decided to mash vomit, oatmeal, and mangoes together to make baby food. I can't even believe I ate something like that. Ew. Anyway, yesterday I saw a baby. My aunt's baby. He was all small and red, like a long tomato. He also had really soft skin. That was the weirdest part. It was almost like you weren't touching anything at all. Also, all babies look the same. Or I can't tell the difference.

Eggs.

Eggs, eggs, eggs. Funny word, eggs. Why am I writing about eggs? Well, today after school, I was going to make a nice breakfast for myself with eggs and spam and pancakes. BUT GUESS WHAT?! For the first time in my life, I looked for eggs but couldn't find any. Eggs are great. They have many uses. This is a boring blog. But I still like eggs. You know how sometimes if you read or look at a word too much, it looks weird? That is happening to me with the word eggs. Well, since I really don't have anything interesting to say, I'll close up. This really sounded like a good blog idea when I thought it up. I guess not.

Hong Kong: Part Deux

Continuing my thoughts on Hong Kong...the movie theatres are different too. You buy a ticket for a specific seat, which means you don't have to go to the theatre until right before the movie starts. On the downside, you have to buy your tickets usually the day before. I still like this system better though.
One thing I found weird and kind of funny in Hong Kong: when I went in a big elevator, there was a old guy sitting on a stool pressing the buttons. Apparently, that's his job. Just to press the open buttons and whatever floor the people want to go to. Amazing, the types of jobs available during the recession.
Back to the fast food topic, Hong Kong has the same fast-food restaurants as Vancouver (KFC, McDonald's, Burger King, etc.) but different culinary options. For example, at McDonald's you can buy a shrimp burger and an ice cream cone with grape syrup. They also have macaroni in soup during the mornings. At KFC, they have chicken rice and egg tarts. The egg tarts are good, by the way. I also went to this really interesting restaurant called Modern Toilet. You may have seen the pictures on Facebook. There are toilets for seats and the table legs are sinks. The food comes in mini-toilets, bathtubs, and wash basins, and the drinks come in urinals. I thought the urinals were gross, but everything else was fun. Surprisingly, their restrooms were rather ordinary.
One last thing. People in Hong Kong are very easily frustrated or irritated. On busy streets, horn honking is common. Sometimes people will hold their horns for 10 seconds and this will just provoke more people into pressing their horns. Also, if you go into a store to try clothes or shoes and don't buy anything, sometimes the employees will get mad at you for wasting their time. People there are definitely not as amiable as here in Vancouver.
Anyway, thanks for reading these long, possibly boring blogs. I will try to write blogs as often as I can.

Hong Kong: Part 1

So this will be my first "personal" post of 2010. I went to Hong Kong this Christmas break. It was a lot of fun, and definitely a lot different from spending the holidays in Vancouver. First of all, the weather. In the Lower Mainland, it's always cold and rainy. This year, it didn't even snow. In Hong Kong, it was mostly cloudy and the temperature was around 15 degrees. A couple days it was over 20!
Also, everyone takes public transit there. The MTR, Hong Kong's subway, is always packed. Hong Kong has a genius system called Octopus. You get this card, which is similar to a debit card. You scan it at the gate of a MTR station and then scan it when you leave. You can also use it to buy drinks from vending machines or use it at stores like 7-Eleven. I like this idea. I think it would be a good idea for BC. Also, you can buy iPod shuffles and umbrellas in vending machines. I thought that was weird.
Everything is way cheaper in Hong Kong too. A meal here is usually about 7 dollars, plus tax. In Hong Kong, it usually ranges from 25-30 Hong Kong Dollars, which is about 4 dollars Canadian. Also, there isn't any tax. I bought a lot of clothes in Hong Kong.
The restaurants are a lot different too. At most restaurants, you order your food at a counter, then you get a receipt and you wait for your food at a food counter. It gave the restaurants more of a fast-food feel, which was weird.
The night scene is way different as well. Everyone is wide awake at 10 and the malls are still open. One mall that I went to was open 24 hours a day! The food courts are full too. One time, after I had dinner with family, I went on the street and it was so bright it was like an artificial daytime. There are just as many things to do at night as there is during the day.
I guess I should stop now. This is the longest blog I've ever written. I will finish my thoughts on HK in a second blog. Tim Cheung, signing off.

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New Year! 2010!

Yay! It's the new year! FIRST POST OF 2010! I haven't written a blog in exactly one month now. This new year was special because I counted down twice. HOW? I spent the first one at the Hong Kong International Airport, waiting for my flight back to Vancouver. Hong Kong is 16 hours ahead of Vancouver, so when I got back, it was still 8 p.m. on the 31st! Yay, fun, fun, fun.