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I just discovered the joys of Nvidia NView Desktop switching! Now I can swirl my mouse and it changes to a new desktop!

Which means if I am playing video games, I can easily switch over to a screen full of work if my mom comes by. Or if I'd rather watch dubious videos full of sexual content (aka pr0n) I can switch to video games in an instant. Not that I'd ever do that. Or admit to doing that ;)

Anyhows, reading week was fun. I had another downtown trip, etc etc. But it felt weird NOT to be doing work, which is proof I've finally gone insane(r). It's good to be back... nothing like midnight walks looking like a rapist to scare the willies out of passive observers.

I also love class. I have the inability to be serious at any time, so conversations go from securing water pumps to Power Rangers. Or Raffi. Or Arthur, robots, and other random and -

Wow. Deja Vu.

Godspeed

So sad to see myself go.

It's always a little odd, when I watch the sun set on another day, and the stars come out.

I wonder if somewhere out there, my friends remember me? I know I've lost a lot of people I once knew... but I still think about them with every memory, good or bad.

The kids I used to hang out with back in kindergarten... where are you now?
The girl I talked to on the bus that one day, when it was freakin' cold... where did you go?
The boy who accidently hit me in the face at the amusement park... what happened to you?

And not just that.

Those friends I had back in grade 8... why don't you remember me?
The kids in my high school classes that sat behind me... do you recognize me?
The people in my university res... do you notice me?

Odd isn't it? Many times we call people friends, only to disappear. I wonder... did the people I leave behind ever think of me as a friend? Did they ever cry, wishing for a friend, any friend, and ever think of me?

I'd like to think I'm memorable, but the truth is every single one of us is forgettable and expendable. There comes a time when you lose people close to you. The human heart, and capacity for endurance is incredible, but both a blessing and a curse. It allows us to go through the hardest times, but also to let go of the most precious people.

So, to my friends I have left behind... I am so sorry. May we meet again one day, and then, I promise a proper farewell. None of this botched, unfinished business that leaves a gaping hole. If we are doomed to never reunite, then I hope that you'll think of me every now and then. Godspeed, my friends.

Odd

Wow. This kind of sucks. Now I have to go back and change all my poems and stories that claim I'm terribly inhuman and cold-hearted and incapable of emotion. And then my favourite quote needs to get changed into something more appropriate... because right now it kind of doesn't even half describe the giant mind-explosion in my head.

But hey, that's cool. I mean, it's more than worth it. Now if I only knew what to do or say...

Pft. I'm a noob at this. Crazy kumquats.

The Flood

So today, I woke up to screams.

Walking out of my door, wondering wtf was going on, I was instantly hit in the face with a thick, white fog that smelled like a horse's rectum. I also simultaneously stepped into a puddle of what felt like warm dog pee.

Turns out that our heater pipes burst during the night. The common room floor was covered in at least an inch of water, and the wave of doom was slowly converging on my position. I took evasive action (jumped onto my bed) and prepared a swift and effective counterstrike (got a bunch of towels and toilet paper).

Walking out of my room was like stepping into a cloud. Visibility was at a minimum. The water was really hot too, as a result from its source, the broken heater, which was spewing out said water at a few litres per second. Attempting to open the windows only resulted in burnt feet, until I used my hero powers (I ran real fast and screamed a lot) and managed to get both open.

Calling emergency was hopeless. A desperate call of flooding seemed like a prank, so it took about 10 minutes for them to send a response team of one person. During that time, we mounted a defense, consisting of piled up blankets and towels. Unfortunately, the water dodged our blockade and took the most unsuspected and defenseless path: through the wall.

Jonny's room was hit the hardest, with the entire floor drowned in an inch of water that had snuck in underneath the baseboards. The evil liquid, after eliminating 'cell A' began its attack on my apartment, but luckily, emergency services arrived just in time. The woman's exact words were 'Holy Fucking Josephine!' as she called for backup.

Soon enough, the flow was stopped, but not averted. Water still continued to spread itself out, eventually covering 80% of my floor, despite my valiant efforts to keep afloat. The damage was terrible. Wet vacs were brought in, and although the emergency team did their best, extensive casualties occured.

Basically, the final outcome was grim. Jonny had to be evacuated to rm 108, the baseboard had to be ripped off and holes had to be drilled into the walls to leech out the water that had chosen to hide cowardly within the panelling. Our room was not the only one hit. The apartment directly below was awoken by water paratrooping from the ceiling, launching an unexpected attack on a neutral, innocent faction.

Dehumidifiers and 'Tornado' fans were set up rapidly, and the war was won, with few lives lost. The floor is still wet, but that too, will fade in time, and all that will remain is a thick, lingering smell of burnt hair and horse crap.


As the brave and courageous photographer I am, I managed to risk my life to bring you some shots of the battlefield.

A view of the invading enemy. A blockade can be seen in the edge of the hallway, desperately attempting to hold back the impending flood.


Alex was swallowed by the insidious fog, which hindered our attempts to stop the disaster.


The fog was thick, heavy, and smelt like a douched pork chop.


Another view of the water and our blockades.

Shit, was Saw 3 good.

Just downloaded it and watched it. Awesome, maybe one of my favourites because it had a lot more 'human' plot. I always admire Jigsaw's work, but the ending disappointed me a little. Plus the number of 'inescapable' traps was depressing.

As always, the sadist in me felt a little awed by the immensity and complexity of the traps, but I was unimpressed by the actual execution (pardon the pun). Half of the traps seemed too much like elaborate murder, and the other half weren't what I expected from a genius-intellect.

Playing on physical pain is always easy, even simplistic. The rack, flaying, iron maiden... they're all examples of purely physical pain. However, to me, violence is barbaric, and unelegant. Psychological torment is my forte. I find it a lot cleaner, for one thing, and not as hard to set up.

Here's an easy one you can try at home! Although I have to warn you, don't do this at home.

Get a blindfold and a long, thick rope. Pick your victim, and while he or she is sleeping, blindfold them, and tie their hands behind their back. Then, as quietly as you can, take a seat in the room, making sure not to make a sound. When your victim awakens, they'll panic at first. But eventually, they'll begin to think rationally, and this is where your fun starts.

Studies have shown that when one sense is taken away, the others become more prominent. Therefore, your victim's hearing and smell should be heightened, as well as touch. So just as your victim gets comfortable, tap your foot or drop a pin.

Instantly, the victim, who up till now thought he/she was alone in the room, will freak out and panic. Step back into silence again. Eventually, he or she will attribute the sound to the imagination, or knocking against a table, or something like that. Wait, and then touch them. Just carefully brush their back, or their hand.

Repeat these steps until the victim is almost positive they aren't alone. Then, it's up to you what to do. Personally, my choice would be to whisper something incerdibly violent or scary into their ear. Or you could just jump out and yell 'BOO!'

Heh, that beats Saw anyday. Slowly breaking the mind is a lot more satisfying than physical torture.

*disclaimer: no, I am not a murderer or a creep. I just like mind games.

Lol, it's really odd but lately I've been feeling pretty awesome. Most of the time I feel a little crappy (to say the least) but within the past few weeks I'm feeling a lot like I did when I five. Playing with Lego, eating sandwiches, crapping in my pants (nah folks, I was already outta that stage... I think).

So I've written a lot these past few days. Back to my old style too, of murder and mystery and implied violence. Check it out => Arcanum on the right toolbar.

I think it was just after the whole downtown trip I got my spirits back up. I started feeling awesome because I just realized it's sort of pointless to think I'm bored and alone. There are people who care what happens to me (I hope) so why be all emo and depressed? It's not like I'll never see my friends again. And hey, even if I still have to do what I do, as a problem garbage disposal, at least I got people to empty MY problems onto (muahaha!).

Anyways, I took a walk the other night with Jenn and Priscilla and we saw a rabbit in the park. I was a little hungry but it was too fast for me =( . And we also checked out an awesome moon-corona. I dunno if anyone's ever seen anything like that, but it was too dark to take pictures. I did search it up though:

http://home.hiwaay.net/~krcool/Astro/moon/moonring/

To quote: "The ring around the Moon is caused by the refraction of Moonlight (which of course is reflected sunlight) from ice crystals in the upper atmosphere. The shape of the ice crystals results in a focusing of the light into a ring. Since the ice crystals typically have the same shape, namely a hexagonal shape, the Moon ring is almost always the same size."

Why do scientists always have to ruin magic and mystery? According to my theory, the rings around the moon are when the cheese the moon is composed out of attracts thousands of tiny owlicorns that fly in magical circles trying to contact the people of earth.

Okay no, so I just think it's really cool. But it was awesome.

I also headed downtown to watch the Jazz thingie at Mohawk. The FX band was there, so as usual we stuck phantoms everywhere, flooded the bathrooms, mocked the adjudicators and basically fcked around. Great times... Darcy got what was coming to him! Inspired by the performance, I've picked my guitar back up. Happiness = awesome guitar playing. So Postal Service, Decemberists... even that David Usher dude. Which is so cool for me, but kinda sucks for my roomies b/c they gotta put up with my 'William Hung' singing. XD

Anyways, after that I hung out at Jackson Square and got HHG for abt 15 bucks. Considering the recommended sale price was 40 POUNDS I think I've officially reproven my chinese heritage. I've bought so much over the past few days. Just got HHG, I bought Dante's 'Descent into Hell' from Titles, and I've ordered 'It's a Bird...' in advance. So I'm about as poor as a homeless dude on crack. Come to think of it, I have a lot in common with a homeless guy on crack. Huh.



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