Last night was the birthday of one of our friends. The last one in our ''gang'' to reach the quarter of a century. We had a blast and we went to ''La cage aux sports'' to watch the game and have supper with a few beers for his birthday.
Were about ten and talking and having a few beers. At one point during the night, the girls all go to the bathroom together so there's only the guys left at the table and we reach a point of awkward silence for no reason really just no one was talking. Then for some reason I still don't understand I popped the only question that came to my mind to the guys:
''So was everyone's first experience with a condom awkward?'' *Bigger awkward silence* All the guys look at each other unsure and i'm laughing my ass off at the awkwardness I just created and one starts (Guess the booze got us going):
''Well to be honest, first time with a condom was like when you shoot a rubber band at someone. It was hell, it wouldn't get on.''
That was it, he had ''broken'' the ice and everyone then shared their story. One starts by explaining to us that he had unrolled it all THEN tried to put it on. Yeah good luck! One goes explaining how they didn't have one the first time and he had to run to the store at minus 40 degrees celcius and get some. He got back home and the parents were home early and he had a bag with condoms in it. His condom lesson was done by his parents, in front of his girlfriend. Ouch. Another one of our friends explained how he thought you had to stretch it, pull it all the way down to the base and then ''let go''. Instant loss of erection occured.
Then I shared mine. As you can see by the only question that popped my mind at the table, I ask myself some pretty fucked up shit sometimes. My first experience with a condom was ... special to say the least. I was with a very complexed girl. We were in the dark getting the foreplay on but always in the dark. No lights were allowed she wasn't confortable with her body naked exposed in the light. Who am I to argue, i'm 15, horny and getting... treated. Dark it is. That's all fine except when she tells you for the first time: ''Let's do it. Got any condoms?'' Yeah I do, except I have no clue how to put that on, i'm excited and it's dark. I get a condom and do my first attempt at putting it on in the dark not too sure. It doesn't seem to work so I say: Let me go to the bathroom real quick put it on since I can't turn the light on. I went to the bathroom and then looked at my member, looked at the condom and asked myself: How the ...?
Then all sorts of things rushed through my head. Do balls go inside too or not? Well I have to protect them too sooo I tried to put them in too. Yeah I did that. Let's just say being persistant isn't always a good thing as I tried and kept on trying, well my member really did not appreciate the gesture and wouldn't cooperate. I still remember that night like it was yesterday and I laugh so hard today thinking back about the next scene. Since it was the last condom (Yeah took a few to figure it out) and reallyyyyyyyyyy wanted to do it, I helped myself getting back up and figured, alright, let's just give this a go... Naturaly.
I remember getting back in the room with a rubber really badly put on (it reach the base of the penis however, there's a piece of the condom ''hanging at the tip'' since i unrolled too much and ... yeah) and I get back in the room only to realise, she had gotten dressed, 25 minutes had passed since I had said ''be right back'' and the lights were now on. She couldn't help herself but busting out laughing at the scene with me in erection, rubber ''hanging at the end'' and I get in saying: I GOT IT!!! Her laughing caused the funniest of it all, it got me shy and all the blood down there rushed to my face and the rubber sort of just ''fell'' on the ground instantly. Laughing ensued even me. We never did it that night as we both felt it just wasn't the time and I felt too ashamed to even try again.
Then were all laughing at the table but also realising that were somewhat normal (Let's leave the fact that were discussing our first rubber experiences at a cage au sport out of the ''normal'' criteria shall we?) and it isn't quite an easy experience despite all the ''training'' you get in high school on the banana. Looks realllll simple in class, on a hard banana without any pressure. When you reach the point of the first time, you're shitting bricks, literaly and the high school class is nothing but a blur in your mind and you can't quite figure it out it seems. I blame the blood rush. The girls got back after 15 minutes of us discussing rubbers and what not and they ask what were all laughing about. Needless to say, they started laughing too when we explained and then THEY told us their stories and it made us all go: Ok, it's not just us.
Why am I even writting about this you might ask? I ask myself too. It just makes me laugh and I enjoy laughing. During this period of the year, went it's cold, dark, dull... We can all use a laugh! And I enjoy discussing awkward shit that everyone lives, just never really talk about.
Also, because I feel this a topic everyone can relate to. Yeah sure some guys somewhere got it right and perfect the first time around! But I think for the average joe, it's quite an experience that as I can see, everyone actualy remembers. I'm pretty sure as you read this, you; yourself, actualy went on memory lane thinking about your first experience with one.
Hopefuly, I got you to laugh a bit on this cold January day. January sucks. Winter sucks.
PS: Totaly unrelated topic... But i'm glad I was a part of history yesterday. I witness what was probably a bigger step for mankind than men on the moon. Congrats to Barack Obama who overcomed so many obstacles, prejudice, racism, people who didn't believe and kept dashing head first for what he believed in and to achieve his goal. That people, is fucking inspiration. He might not change the world, he might not get the states back on their feet but I think we can all agree that he has already achieved a lot just by being elected. Good luck to him.
mercredi 21 janvier 2009
lundi 12 janvier 2009
The shitty landlord.
There are some Landlords who are very concerned about their appartment buildings, who like it in a top shape and want to keep it for as long as they can. Unfortunetaly for me, my Landlord does not belong in that category.
He is the kind that THINKS he can fix stuff and renovate but in reality, he does a piss poor job in everything he attempts. He refuses to pay to get someone to fix anything because he can do it... When time allows it.
When I signed my lease for the appartment we had a few understandings:
1- The crack on the ceiling of the kitchen was to be patched. (Were talking 2 inches wide, 1.5 feet long crack...)
2- He was to install a small footing to prevent the floating floor from spacing out too much.
3- The kitchen floor was to be redone because the material in which it was, was detoriating.
4- He was to clean the only carpet of the appartment in the room. (We had originaly asked for it to be removed but he couldn't... there is a drain in the bed room that was not built properly and if he removes the carpet, the drain is exposed which means the whole room has to be redone... It also creates a bump in the room under the carpet. When you don't know it's there... You can knock out your little toe easily, it comes out the floor about an inch.)
This was in June 2004. He did change the floors of the kitchen. He installed big tiles of ceramic in the kitchen. Great, except for all the tiles he fucked up (broke in half cause he's clumsy) and instead of buying a new one, he put ciment in the crack and that results in a few ceramic tiles to actualy be a puzzle of 2-3 pieces of tile.
And that's all he did until I lost it back in June (2008) and I would like to note that my Landlord, was my upstairs neighboor until this July, he wasn't exactly far. Everyone has that shitty month where no matter what you do, you simply cannot come up with the rent on time. Usualy Landlords are pretty cool about it since it isn't on a regular basis. He was like that. I paid half the rent of February 2008 and told him i'd catch up the rest with small amount here and there. And I was paying him. One saturday morning in June 2008, 8:30AM my phone rings. It's Dan, my Landlord. He is rude, loud and screaming for his missing money saying he's been waiting... 4 months to receive the remaining balance. I lost it. I really snapped on the phone.
The first words to come out of my mouth were: ''What the fuck'', which sort of cut him off. It's fuckin' saturday 8:30 AM. You wake me up to scream at me? I carried on: ''Dan, you wanna talk about waiting? Take out my lease and read all the stuff you still haven't done. Do it Dan. I'm still waiting, 4 years later for my stopper for my floor which is all fucked up now. It has to be redone completely. I still have a 1.5 feet long by 2 inches wide crack in my kitchen which I have told you oh so many times about but you haven't done shit. I still have a leaking toilet, which I told you about a year ago. And I still have that hole you did in the small room in the ceiling not fixed. Wanna talk about waiting Dan? That's waiting for you.''
Here's the part I left out: I didn't rub it in his face that when I got in the appartment, June 2004, his wife had just come out of surgery to remove a cancerous part in her uterus. I didn't bug him, I understood. I waited 6 months before reminding him to which I was told: ''Oh yeah, soon''. Was I cool? I think so, maybe too much. They were things I could live with back then... Now I just can't stand it anymore.
So that morning, I woke up, signed him a check for the missing amount and went in my PJ bring it to him with the meanest look possible. He opened the door and he didn't even look me in the eyes. All he said was: ''Yeah sorry Chris... I think I may have been rude very early on...''. No shit Sherlock. He agreed to come check out the appartment and fix some stuff the next day. I was out that day so I told him he could come in and do whatever he had to do and we went over it again: The stopper for the floor but we have to redo the floor first, so wait for me so we can take off everything that's on the floor. Then the ceiling crack/hole in both rooms were to be patched and the toilet looked at.
Because he did not install the footing of the floating floor of the living room 3 years ago like it was originaly supposed to be, all the slats / floor slices / whatever you call it, all seperated from each other. Now the living room floor has spaces up to 2 inches wide seperated from each other. The day I was out, Sunday, he figured while i'm not there that he should just put the stopper and glue it solidely there. Thing is, he didn't fix the floating floor before. So now the floor is ''locked'' with all the spacing in between. Superficial? Maybe. It's just getting annoying to place my furniture in a way to ''hide'' as much as possible those cracks because if I don't, my floor looks like it was bombarded.
I don't think I need to say I was pissed at how fuckin' dumb that was on his part especialy since, 24h ago I told him: Wait for me, we'll take off everything and fix it. So I got home and saw that first which did not amuse me. Next in line, he had the ceiling plastered. Good he worked on it... Like a high school student. (I'm no pro but I recognize a shitty job when I see one) He also did not clean shit, so I have plaster all over my floor, I have all his tool, non-gathered, lying around everywhere and 2 huge fans in my way. For the record, i'd like to point out that it stayed that way until the next saturday.
So the next saturday he sanded the extra plaster (there was a LOT, first sign of a piss poor job of plaster) and then repainted the ceiling. He was then ''tired'' and said he'd look at the toilet the next day. He also did not clean the mess he made with the sander. But he packed all his tools and got out. I cleaned up and waited for him the next day. He ''forgot'' *wink wink* that he had soccer all day with his son that day. And the weekend after was July 1st or around and he was moving in his new house.
So he moved out and then had shit to do in his house. So I called him about it in Sept... Nothing. Oct... Nothing. Nov... Nothing and I didn't even bother trying in Dec or January. Instead I told him I was leaving in July but let's carry on with the story shall we?
So were the 2nd week of July, my landlord moved out, I have new upstairs neighboor and a ''fresh'' new ceiling for my kitchen! Hooray right? Wrong. I come home one night and to my surprise, my kitchen floor is flooded. The ceiling has water bells in it, some busted and leaking and all i'm thinking is: Well, this is gonna take another 4 years to fix. Turns out, the lady on the 3rd floor thought it would be a good idea to start her washing machine with a heavy load and then go out for grocery shopping. The pipe for the washer busted and the flooding went through both floors below. Call the landlord, he tells me he is on his way and he knows...
Wanna know what he did? He took MY towels to wipe most of the mess, basically, what I had done before he got here... then asked if I could take out my fans to dry it as much as possible, there was nothing more he could do at 8:30PM.
I still have a busted ceiling in the kitchen not fixed. The small room, which we could call the baby room still has a huge hole in the ceiling. Funny story about that hole... It was in 2006... (Yup, 2 years ago, still not fixed.) He buys a new dishwasher and he asked his 7 year old son to ''tighten'' the washer that makes sure no water leaks. Now who in their right fuckin' mind asks a 7 year old who can't open the god damn pickle jar, to screw something ''tight'' to make sure there is no water issues. Well he trusted his son and went on to start his washer. Well it created a huge mess in my office, which almost costed 2000$ because all my computer equipment was there and the water leak was huge. I had to run, unplug everything, then start putting baskets under the leak to make it stop then get him. All he did was dry it up, punch the hole in the paint and it remained that way since.
So as you can see, water issues in that building are numerous and I happen to know the previous person who rented my appartment. He added more history to it, then factor in my many water issues (And take note that for 4 years, at least once a month I had to mop my kitchen floor dry because the crack leaked.) and you have one fucked up building on the inside.
The saddest part is, nothing is going to be done about it. I could be a dick, write to the office of appartment and register a complaint and the whole 9 yards. Except I don't. I know I should but at the point at i'm at, I know i'm leaving, i'm just thinking: ''Why''? I do have the complaint made with pictures to back it up. All he has to do is piss me off once until June / July and the files are being sent.
The other sad part is... He will probably not even fix half the shit that's wrong with my appartment and he will still be able to rent it to another sucker.
I'm gone in July, thankfuly but it's also a shame that I will never trust another landlord again. I will follow them until I get what I need. But also, I learned a lesson. I'm never taking an appartment that has ''stuff'' to do in it prior to my arrival. My next appartment will be ready to move in when I get it.
*End rant*
He is the kind that THINKS he can fix stuff and renovate but in reality, he does a piss poor job in everything he attempts. He refuses to pay to get someone to fix anything because he can do it... When time allows it.
When I signed my lease for the appartment we had a few understandings:
1- The crack on the ceiling of the kitchen was to be patched. (Were talking 2 inches wide, 1.5 feet long crack...)
2- He was to install a small footing to prevent the floating floor from spacing out too much.
3- The kitchen floor was to be redone because the material in which it was, was detoriating.
4- He was to clean the only carpet of the appartment in the room. (We had originaly asked for it to be removed but he couldn't... there is a drain in the bed room that was not built properly and if he removes the carpet, the drain is exposed which means the whole room has to be redone... It also creates a bump in the room under the carpet. When you don't know it's there... You can knock out your little toe easily, it comes out the floor about an inch.)
This was in June 2004. He did change the floors of the kitchen. He installed big tiles of ceramic in the kitchen. Great, except for all the tiles he fucked up (broke in half cause he's clumsy) and instead of buying a new one, he put ciment in the crack and that results in a few ceramic tiles to actualy be a puzzle of 2-3 pieces of tile.
And that's all he did until I lost it back in June (2008) and I would like to note that my Landlord, was my upstairs neighboor until this July, he wasn't exactly far. Everyone has that shitty month where no matter what you do, you simply cannot come up with the rent on time. Usualy Landlords are pretty cool about it since it isn't on a regular basis. He was like that. I paid half the rent of February 2008 and told him i'd catch up the rest with small amount here and there. And I was paying him. One saturday morning in June 2008, 8:30AM my phone rings. It's Dan, my Landlord. He is rude, loud and screaming for his missing money saying he's been waiting... 4 months to receive the remaining balance. I lost it. I really snapped on the phone.
The first words to come out of my mouth were: ''What the fuck'', which sort of cut him off. It's fuckin' saturday 8:30 AM. You wake me up to scream at me? I carried on: ''Dan, you wanna talk about waiting? Take out my lease and read all the stuff you still haven't done. Do it Dan. I'm still waiting, 4 years later for my stopper for my floor which is all fucked up now. It has to be redone completely. I still have a 1.5 feet long by 2 inches wide crack in my kitchen which I have told you oh so many times about but you haven't done shit. I still have a leaking toilet, which I told you about a year ago. And I still have that hole you did in the small room in the ceiling not fixed. Wanna talk about waiting Dan? That's waiting for you.''
Here's the part I left out: I didn't rub it in his face that when I got in the appartment, June 2004, his wife had just come out of surgery to remove a cancerous part in her uterus. I didn't bug him, I understood. I waited 6 months before reminding him to which I was told: ''Oh yeah, soon''. Was I cool? I think so, maybe too much. They were things I could live with back then... Now I just can't stand it anymore.
So that morning, I woke up, signed him a check for the missing amount and went in my PJ bring it to him with the meanest look possible. He opened the door and he didn't even look me in the eyes. All he said was: ''Yeah sorry Chris... I think I may have been rude very early on...''. No shit Sherlock. He agreed to come check out the appartment and fix some stuff the next day. I was out that day so I told him he could come in and do whatever he had to do and we went over it again: The stopper for the floor but we have to redo the floor first, so wait for me so we can take off everything that's on the floor. Then the ceiling crack/hole in both rooms were to be patched and the toilet looked at.
Because he did not install the footing of the floating floor of the living room 3 years ago like it was originaly supposed to be, all the slats / floor slices / whatever you call it, all seperated from each other. Now the living room floor has spaces up to 2 inches wide seperated from each other. The day I was out, Sunday, he figured while i'm not there that he should just put the stopper and glue it solidely there. Thing is, he didn't fix the floating floor before. So now the floor is ''locked'' with all the spacing in between. Superficial? Maybe. It's just getting annoying to place my furniture in a way to ''hide'' as much as possible those cracks because if I don't, my floor looks like it was bombarded.
I don't think I need to say I was pissed at how fuckin' dumb that was on his part especialy since, 24h ago I told him: Wait for me, we'll take off everything and fix it. So I got home and saw that first which did not amuse me. Next in line, he had the ceiling plastered. Good he worked on it... Like a high school student. (I'm no pro but I recognize a shitty job when I see one) He also did not clean shit, so I have plaster all over my floor, I have all his tool, non-gathered, lying around everywhere and 2 huge fans in my way. For the record, i'd like to point out that it stayed that way until the next saturday.
So the next saturday he sanded the extra plaster (there was a LOT, first sign of a piss poor job of plaster) and then repainted the ceiling. He was then ''tired'' and said he'd look at the toilet the next day. He also did not clean the mess he made with the sander. But he packed all his tools and got out. I cleaned up and waited for him the next day. He ''forgot'' *wink wink* that he had soccer all day with his son that day. And the weekend after was July 1st or around and he was moving in his new house.
So he moved out and then had shit to do in his house. So I called him about it in Sept... Nothing. Oct... Nothing. Nov... Nothing and I didn't even bother trying in Dec or January. Instead I told him I was leaving in July but let's carry on with the story shall we?
So were the 2nd week of July, my landlord moved out, I have new upstairs neighboor and a ''fresh'' new ceiling for my kitchen! Hooray right? Wrong. I come home one night and to my surprise, my kitchen floor is flooded. The ceiling has water bells in it, some busted and leaking and all i'm thinking is: Well, this is gonna take another 4 years to fix. Turns out, the lady on the 3rd floor thought it would be a good idea to start her washing machine with a heavy load and then go out for grocery shopping. The pipe for the washer busted and the flooding went through both floors below. Call the landlord, he tells me he is on his way and he knows...
Wanna know what he did? He took MY towels to wipe most of the mess, basically, what I had done before he got here... then asked if I could take out my fans to dry it as much as possible, there was nothing more he could do at 8:30PM.
I still have a busted ceiling in the kitchen not fixed. The small room, which we could call the baby room still has a huge hole in the ceiling. Funny story about that hole... It was in 2006... (Yup, 2 years ago, still not fixed.) He buys a new dishwasher and he asked his 7 year old son to ''tighten'' the washer that makes sure no water leaks. Now who in their right fuckin' mind asks a 7 year old who can't open the god damn pickle jar, to screw something ''tight'' to make sure there is no water issues. Well he trusted his son and went on to start his washer. Well it created a huge mess in my office, which almost costed 2000$ because all my computer equipment was there and the water leak was huge. I had to run, unplug everything, then start putting baskets under the leak to make it stop then get him. All he did was dry it up, punch the hole in the paint and it remained that way since.
So as you can see, water issues in that building are numerous and I happen to know the previous person who rented my appartment. He added more history to it, then factor in my many water issues (And take note that for 4 years, at least once a month I had to mop my kitchen floor dry because the crack leaked.) and you have one fucked up building on the inside.
The saddest part is, nothing is going to be done about it. I could be a dick, write to the office of appartment and register a complaint and the whole 9 yards. Except I don't. I know I should but at the point at i'm at, I know i'm leaving, i'm just thinking: ''Why''? I do have the complaint made with pictures to back it up. All he has to do is piss me off once until June / July and the files are being sent.
The other sad part is... He will probably not even fix half the shit that's wrong with my appartment and he will still be able to rent it to another sucker.
I'm gone in July, thankfuly but it's also a shame that I will never trust another landlord again. I will follow them until I get what I need. But also, I learned a lesson. I'm never taking an appartment that has ''stuff'' to do in it prior to my arrival. My next appartment will be ready to move in when I get it.
*End rant*
mardi 6 janvier 2009
Welcome 2009 - F U 2008.
My god I suck at blogging. Well more like I suck at being frequent! 2008 is gone and I can't say I'm sad about it. It was a bad year for me on many levels. In december 2007, I came to a conclusion: The year is only what you make it out to be. I thought i'd make 2008 good but I went into a series of piss poor decision. From getting back with my ex... To trying to support her financialy, to tolerating bullshit from so many things to... Doing nothing really productive out of my year, 2008 wasn't all that awesome and I have only myself to blame.
Maybe i'm too hard on myself but somewhere, I think it's justified. 2008 wasn't all bad though. I learned a LOT about myself through being single for longer than 2 months for the first time in ... well 7 years. (4 years relationship and another 2 year one after that) I also reached the quarter of a century, 25 years old. That was another solid bitch slap straight to the face. Mike Tyson style, except I still have my ears.
In the good of 2008, I learned a lot about women (even though I still couldn't read women signals if my life depended on it! >.>) by having met a lot of them, having fun with quite a few of them. I also learned a lot about myself and where i'm at. What I want, what I simply cannot tolerate anymore. What i'm looking for, my objectives that i've been pushing back for as long as I remember. I'm starting to be able to live with myself.
A wise women told me not too long ago: ''A relationship, for me, is when you're at ease/comfortable with yourself. You're happy about your life and you feel complete by yourself. Your partner / bf / gf doesn't come to complete you but comes to add a bonus to your life.''. This seriously made me sit down and think. Because i've always been the opposite up until recently. To me, life didn't make any sense by being single. To me, life wasn't meant to be like that but in reality, I had never really known anything outside of relationship life. And having been single since early August (ok it's not that long but for me it's something so shush!) I have to say I'm only starting to enjoy it. To be comfortable with myself, doing stuff for me.
Before this ''experience'' (let's call it that), I would never do shit on my own. Exemple: Time to go shopping? I had to find someone. I never liked being alone. Now, I just pick up my keys, hop in the car and vlam i'm out. I go for breakfast alone on the weekends, read the paper and enjoy being up early. It doesn't seem like much for the common person but to me it's a great deal.
While it might seem like my ''good'' of 2008 outweights my ''bad'', it's just that i've skipped a lot of details of the bad. I could keep that for another blog. Back on topic:
So as I said, 2008 had it's share of good starting in august (which is when I got single... coincidence?) but also had a fair share of bad. In december, I was doing a recap of 2008 and thinking about all this. (I must've been a women in another life, I overthink on everything *sigh*.) And again, I thought of December 2007 where I said: The year is only what you make it out to be.
What will I make of 2009? What could I do differently to make it better? So many things. And I already started at the end of 2008. I changed many details about my attitude, my way of seeing things and that alone is a huge difference. Cynic would've been a perfect way to describe me before. Now I still am but when I am, i'm kidding. I'm not as serious in my cynic sayings. I don't see things as negative as before. I use to think: ''It'll never happen'' where as now: ''We don't know what tomorrow has in store.'' and we don't. Life is full of surprises.
Starting off the year with an attitude change is already a big plus. Next in line: Changes. I realised that i’ve been living in the same routine / pattern for the last 4 years-ish. Same hair cut… Same apartment… Same people… Same so many things. Nothing ever changes around me really. I took some initiatives to change that and here’s a news for ya:
Chris is moving out in July. Hell yeah, getting out of that shitty apartment should provide an already big change even though that’s only happening in July. Still, I’m all psyched up about it. It feels like a new start is coming. I will probably explain the shitty apartment I currently rent in a near future blog because trust me, my dear craptastic landlord Daniel is blogging material. Ever seen the show ‘’Canada’s worst handyman’’? My landlord would win that show without a contest.
This weekend I’m going for a semi make-over. New hair color, new cut… Clothes shopping and then I might stop by the tattoo / piercing shop. Because I can! I’m hungry for changes and I’m taking every step to change what has been ‘’like that’’ for so long and just add freshness to my life. It’s like changing the sheets of your bed. Take off the old ones and put on the new-fresh-out-the-dryer-smelling-like-snuggles-freshner sheet onto the bed. Don’t you just sleep like a baby that first night into the new sheets? It’s exactly what I’m doing with my life. Except they don’t sell snuggles for people so I’m gonna have to improvise.
I’ll end this with a quote and a semi explanation. ‘’Success begins with a person’s will.’’
Many people in my entourage have heard me talking about becoming my own boss one day. I have a talent for webdesign/web applications, something I really enjoy. I’ve been saying I want to launch it for so long… 2009 is where it’ll happen. The steps to making it real have been made, I’m a few steps away. If everything goes according to the business plan, I should be up and running and legit by Summer 2009 (I will still need to have my regular job but who knows, maybe I will have to work for someone a little less longer than I had planned.). I’ll give you guys more details on that project as it unfolds, such as name and all.
Wish me luck, not that I believe I will need it but it’s always appreciated ;). My will for 2009 is as strong as it’s ever been and confidence is at it’ peak. Brace yourself 2009, here I come.
Maybe i'm too hard on myself but somewhere, I think it's justified. 2008 wasn't all bad though. I learned a LOT about myself through being single for longer than 2 months for the first time in ... well 7 years. (4 years relationship and another 2 year one after that) I also reached the quarter of a century, 25 years old. That was another solid bitch slap straight to the face. Mike Tyson style, except I still have my ears.
In the good of 2008, I learned a lot about women (even though I still couldn't read women signals if my life depended on it! >.>) by having met a lot of them, having fun with quite a few of them. I also learned a lot about myself and where i'm at. What I want, what I simply cannot tolerate anymore. What i'm looking for, my objectives that i've been pushing back for as long as I remember. I'm starting to be able to live with myself.
A wise women told me not too long ago: ''A relationship, for me, is when you're at ease/comfortable with yourself. You're happy about your life and you feel complete by yourself. Your partner / bf / gf doesn't come to complete you but comes to add a bonus to your life.''. This seriously made me sit down and think. Because i've always been the opposite up until recently. To me, life didn't make any sense by being single. To me, life wasn't meant to be like that but in reality, I had never really known anything outside of relationship life. And having been single since early August (ok it's not that long but for me it's something so shush!) I have to say I'm only starting to enjoy it. To be comfortable with myself, doing stuff for me.
Before this ''experience'' (let's call it that), I would never do shit on my own. Exemple: Time to go shopping? I had to find someone. I never liked being alone. Now, I just pick up my keys, hop in the car and vlam i'm out. I go for breakfast alone on the weekends, read the paper and enjoy being up early. It doesn't seem like much for the common person but to me it's a great deal.
While it might seem like my ''good'' of 2008 outweights my ''bad'', it's just that i've skipped a lot of details of the bad. I could keep that for another blog. Back on topic:
So as I said, 2008 had it's share of good starting in august (which is when I got single... coincidence?) but also had a fair share of bad. In december, I was doing a recap of 2008 and thinking about all this. (I must've been a women in another life, I overthink on everything *sigh*.) And again, I thought of December 2007 where I said: The year is only what you make it out to be.
What will I make of 2009? What could I do differently to make it better? So many things. And I already started at the end of 2008. I changed many details about my attitude, my way of seeing things and that alone is a huge difference. Cynic would've been a perfect way to describe me before. Now I still am but when I am, i'm kidding. I'm not as serious in my cynic sayings. I don't see things as negative as before. I use to think: ''It'll never happen'' where as now: ''We don't know what tomorrow has in store.'' and we don't. Life is full of surprises.
Starting off the year with an attitude change is already a big plus. Next in line: Changes. I realised that i’ve been living in the same routine / pattern for the last 4 years-ish. Same hair cut… Same apartment… Same people… Same so many things. Nothing ever changes around me really. I took some initiatives to change that and here’s a news for ya:
Chris is moving out in July. Hell yeah, getting out of that shitty apartment should provide an already big change even though that’s only happening in July. Still, I’m all psyched up about it. It feels like a new start is coming. I will probably explain the shitty apartment I currently rent in a near future blog because trust me, my dear craptastic landlord Daniel is blogging material. Ever seen the show ‘’Canada’s worst handyman’’? My landlord would win that show without a contest.
This weekend I’m going for a semi make-over. New hair color, new cut… Clothes shopping and then I might stop by the tattoo / piercing shop. Because I can! I’m hungry for changes and I’m taking every step to change what has been ‘’like that’’ for so long and just add freshness to my life. It’s like changing the sheets of your bed. Take off the old ones and put on the new-fresh-out-the-dryer-smelling-like-snuggles-freshner sheet onto the bed. Don’t you just sleep like a baby that first night into the new sheets? It’s exactly what I’m doing with my life. Except they don’t sell snuggles for people so I’m gonna have to improvise.
I’ll end this with a quote and a semi explanation. ‘’Success begins with a person’s will.’’
Many people in my entourage have heard me talking about becoming my own boss one day. I have a talent for webdesign/web applications, something I really enjoy. I’ve been saying I want to launch it for so long… 2009 is where it’ll happen. The steps to making it real have been made, I’m a few steps away. If everything goes according to the business plan, I should be up and running and legit by Summer 2009 (I will still need to have my regular job but who knows, maybe I will have to work for someone a little less longer than I had planned.). I’ll give you guys more details on that project as it unfolds, such as name and all.
Wish me luck, not that I believe I will need it but it’s always appreciated ;). My will for 2009 is as strong as it’s ever been and confidence is at it’ peak. Brace yourself 2009, here I come.
mardi 9 décembre 2008
Making others happy.
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Then unexpectedly, a sinister thought entered his mind. Why should the other man alone experience all the pleasures of seeing everything while he himself never got to see anything? It didn't seem fair. At first thought the man felt ashamed. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window -- that thought, and only that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running in. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, along with that the sound of breathing.
Now there was only silence-deathly silence. The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate since he had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
You can interpret the story in any way you like. But one moral stands out: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Then unexpectedly, a sinister thought entered his mind. Why should the other man alone experience all the pleasures of seeing everything while he himself never got to see anything? It didn't seem fair. At first thought the man felt ashamed. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window -- that thought, and only that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running in. In less than five minutes the coughing and choking stopped, along with that the sound of breathing.
Now there was only silence-deathly silence. The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take it away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate since he had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
You can interpret the story in any way you like. But one moral stands out: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.
lundi 1 décembre 2008
Blog more and some Christmas...
Just noticed I haven't written in about 2 weeks even though I was told ''Blog more'' it is entertaining. So here it is a bit more blogging of me.
We are now December 1st and it's a monday. Ugh. Me and Garfield would get along great. I love lasagna and freakin' hate mondays. There is nothing good that comes out of a monday, at least not for me. Unless a birthday or a holiday happens to be on a monday, I don't see what good can come out of that day. Again it's a pessimistic (Is that even how you write it? Meh.) way of looking at it and i've been working a lot on trying to see stuff as positively as possible but on a monday, I can't bring myself to do it.
However, December 1st. BOOYA. Means 2008 is that much closer to being over. In december 2007, I said: ''I'mma make 2008 a great year.'' and well life pee'd in my cheerios and 2008 was somewhat of a shitty year on love, finances and health (Well health, mental health but i'm better now... I think?) mainly because I let it ride me instead of me charging it like a stark raving mad.
Not this time. I'm going to ride the bull this year instead of letting him ride me. 2009 is looking great with all the projects underway. I guess feeling in the mood for Christmas this year helps. Last year I was out of it and there was not that much difference between me and Scrooge. Bah hum-bug. This year, I feel festive. I feel like dressing up like Santa and making kids happy. I feel like decorating a 100 feet tall Christmas tree just because I wanna feel all giddy inside just looking at it. I wanna buy everyone presents but let's not go overboard shall we? Just saying, i'm happy to feel the Christmas magic this year. I miss being a kid for that. I miss not knowing that Santa is actualy dad or uncle bob that's just a bit too drunk. I miss those 2 weeks off of snowball fights, christmas present enjoyment and over all winter love.
Also, I haven't heard THAT much about Christmas yet. I did avoid all shopping centers in November so I didn't see the decorations up since Nov 1st and I didn't hear ''Jingle Bells'' yet. Anyone working in a shopping center knows what i'm talking about, not hearing about it so early helps a lot in getting in the mood for it.
So... I'm feeling much better in my head, i'm looking forward to Christmas, 2009 is going to be a great year... No bitching and whining? No, not today. I'll keep that for tomorrow!
We are now December 1st and it's a monday. Ugh. Me and Garfield would get along great. I love lasagna and freakin' hate mondays. There is nothing good that comes out of a monday, at least not for me. Unless a birthday or a holiday happens to be on a monday, I don't see what good can come out of that day. Again it's a pessimistic (Is that even how you write it? Meh.) way of looking at it and i've been working a lot on trying to see stuff as positively as possible but on a monday, I can't bring myself to do it.
However, December 1st. BOOYA. Means 2008 is that much closer to being over. In december 2007, I said: ''I'mma make 2008 a great year.'' and well life pee'd in my cheerios and 2008 was somewhat of a shitty year on love, finances and health (Well health, mental health but i'm better now... I think?) mainly because I let it ride me instead of me charging it like a stark raving mad.
Not this time. I'm going to ride the bull this year instead of letting him ride me. 2009 is looking great with all the projects underway. I guess feeling in the mood for Christmas this year helps. Last year I was out of it and there was not that much difference between me and Scrooge. Bah hum-bug. This year, I feel festive. I feel like dressing up like Santa and making kids happy. I feel like decorating a 100 feet tall Christmas tree just because I wanna feel all giddy inside just looking at it. I wanna buy everyone presents but let's not go overboard shall we? Just saying, i'm happy to feel the Christmas magic this year. I miss being a kid for that. I miss not knowing that Santa is actualy dad or uncle bob that's just a bit too drunk. I miss those 2 weeks off of snowball fights, christmas present enjoyment and over all winter love.
Also, I haven't heard THAT much about Christmas yet. I did avoid all shopping centers in November so I didn't see the decorations up since Nov 1st and I didn't hear ''Jingle Bells'' yet. Anyone working in a shopping center knows what i'm talking about, not hearing about it so early helps a lot in getting in the mood for it.
So... I'm feeling much better in my head, i'm looking forward to Christmas, 2009 is going to be a great year... No bitching and whining? No, not today. I'll keep that for tomorrow!
lundi 10 novembre 2008
A case of the mondays...
Ever seen the movie ''Office Space''? If you've seen the movie but never worked in an office you cannot get all the ''oh so true'' references this movie makes to working in an office. Early in the movie, the main character (Ron Livingston) is having a bad day and it's monday. A lady will tell him: ''Ohhh sounds like someone has a case of the mondays!!'' in an irritating voice. Thing is, every office has a lady like her. She's the over-optimistic one that even though your family would have just burned in a fire, would still sport a smile while telling you to cheer up.
There are days where no matter what it seems everything that could go wrong, will go wrong. Murphy's law. Today I seem to be having one of those days despite feeling refreshed from a relaxing weekend. I just felt ''ewww... monday back to work'' this morning and this over optimistic lady threw me that exact line (Case of the monday...) with a smile I would've wiped off her face with shovel. I understand how brutal that is but I am far from Mr Morning. In fact, I hate mornings until I had my first coffee which doesn't happen until I finaly sit at my desk.
So i'm AM having a case of the mondays. Telling me in my face with a smile doesn't help in no way, shape or form. It's like telling your girlfriend: ''Hun, I think you're PMSing.''. You just lost about 200 browny points and have to deal with some more attitude and wise cracks thrown at you all day. ''No can do babe, I'm PMSing remember?''
So I got to my desk mumbling something along the lines of ''shovel... smile... wiped off... wanna go home and sleep'' still thinking about how right she was. I think it's what annoyed me the most, the fact that I am indeed having a case of the mondays. It's not even 9:20 that ''Mrs-over-optimistic'' shows up to my desk. I'm sitting there thinking: ''If she mentions monday once... I will snap''. So she's smiling, walks up to me and says: ''I have great news!'' she couldn't even finish I had already replied: ''Were tuesday?''. She laughs and says ''no, were monday''. *Resist urge to snap* ... *Sips way too hot coffee* ''Ok so what's up?'' to which she replied: ''I got the order for this customer! Can you place it once your case of the monday is gone?''.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
*Chug coffee* *Smile politely*
''Yeah sure. I'll be right on it when my case of the mondays is gone.''
Her order is scheduled to be placed by friday PM, when my case of the mondays will be gone.
There are days where no matter what it seems everything that could go wrong, will go wrong. Murphy's law. Today I seem to be having one of those days despite feeling refreshed from a relaxing weekend. I just felt ''ewww... monday back to work'' this morning and this over optimistic lady threw me that exact line (Case of the monday...) with a smile I would've wiped off her face with shovel. I understand how brutal that is but I am far from Mr Morning. In fact, I hate mornings until I had my first coffee which doesn't happen until I finaly sit at my desk.
So i'm AM having a case of the mondays. Telling me in my face with a smile doesn't help in no way, shape or form. It's like telling your girlfriend: ''Hun, I think you're PMSing.''. You just lost about 200 browny points and have to deal with some more attitude and wise cracks thrown at you all day. ''No can do babe, I'm PMSing remember?''
So I got to my desk mumbling something along the lines of ''shovel... smile... wiped off... wanna go home and sleep'' still thinking about how right she was. I think it's what annoyed me the most, the fact that I am indeed having a case of the mondays. It's not even 9:20 that ''Mrs-over-optimistic'' shows up to my desk. I'm sitting there thinking: ''If she mentions monday once... I will snap''. So she's smiling, walks up to me and says: ''I have great news!'' she couldn't even finish I had already replied: ''Were tuesday?''. She laughs and says ''no, were monday''. *Resist urge to snap* ... *Sips way too hot coffee* ''Ok so what's up?'' to which she replied: ''I got the order for this customer! Can you place it once your case of the monday is gone?''.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
*Chug coffee* *Smile politely*
''Yeah sure. I'll be right on it when my case of the mondays is gone.''
Her order is scheduled to be placed by friday PM, when my case of the mondays will be gone.
jeudi 6 novembre 2008
And here we go...!
First blog post. Curse you Marie! It's because of you that I actualy started this. Well more specificaly, it's because of you that I will now publish what I write under my name. I usualy post and write a lot on the web but under the identity of ''anonymous''. Now well, you'll have the chance of reading my randomness.
Let's clarify a few things first:
- I'm no spell check master, so I make mistakes. Lots and lots of 'em.
- If you read anything that is in between the following symbol '' * '', it's an action.
- The cake is a lie.
- I love to bitch and whine. No, not bitch and wine. Whining to me is like a sport. The more you do it, the better you become! Why does this sound SO familiar?
- My mind is permanently residing in the gutter.
- I love to laugh.
- I love long walks on the beach during sun sets, love kids and ... wait ... this isn't the classified adds? My bad.
So now that we got that covered we can carry on. I work in an office and happen to have lots of free time and a green tan from the computer screen over exposure. Heh! This (blog) is mainly meant as a hobby, to pass time at work, share my ideas, opinions and craptastic stuff that tends to happen in my life. Hope you enjoy.
And here we go...!
Today I had a free lesson handed to me. Being extremely lucky while being retarded 101. Amazing class really. Most people don't need this class but I needed it this morning!
7:45 AM: Alarm clock goes off. I snooze it.
7:50 AM: Alarm clock goes off. I snooze it.
8:00 AM: Alarm clock goes off. I turn it off.
8:40AM: ''Crap, I should've left home about 30 minutes ago to get to work.''
So I take a quick shower (jump in, wash, rinse, get dressed half wet still) and hop in the car. It seems that on days where you are in a hurry, people with their full day availlable to them, in no hurry are on the road and in your way. So i'm trying to hurry up while remaining reasonnable with my speed. I finaly reach the access ramp to the highway while asking myself if it was asshole day on the road (myself included) and get on the highway. When I get on the highway, I accelerate to 120ish and follow traffic but this morning, i'm a bit of in a hurry but stuck behind other cars.
I look in my mirror and see further behind me a purple car, with was seems to be 2 hot women in it. Thing is, these 2 women are driving fast. Really fast! They're catching up... Cars finaly switch lanes in front me and the first thing I thought: ''Well I need to get to work fast and I don't wanna slow down these ladies...''. So I accelerate a bit more, 140KM/H. This car is still catching up rather quickly. ''Holly crap, looks like i'm not the only one in a hurry.''. *Accelerate a bit more* 160KM/H. I finaly passed all the slow cars in the right lane, have a clear way to get on that lane since my exit is in less than 1KM. Just as i'm about to swith to the right lane I look in my mirror and see that the 2 women in a hurry did catch up to me and are indeed hot... With their red and blue lights flashing from their inside mirror. It was an SQ (Sureté du Québec, just under RCMP here in QC) ghost car following me at 160KM/H.
CRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. I saw the signs, they're everywhere. 160KM/H = 895.00$ + 10pts off your licence. That's the first thing that went through my mind. So I slow down, put my flasher and get on the right lane ready to pull over. I'm still at 140 slowing down and the car speeds up, gets next to me and both are looking at me and they give me the hand-spinning-on-the-side-of-head-as-you-mean-are-you-retarded, turned off the lights and took off as I took my exit to get to work.
Me: *Shock*
So I was being retarded while driving, I fully deserved that ticket but for some reason, these 2 cops just showed me I was retarded and went their merry way and I got to work 30 minutes late instead of 1h late. (I calculate an extra 30 if I had gotten that ticket...)
I don't think i'll be speeding on a highway for a while now... The lesson was free and two fold.
1- Don't do crazy speed, it would've costed a lot on top of risking my life and others.
2- Always... Always carry an extra pair of underwear to work because the day you're 100% sure you're busted at 160KM/H on the highway, you too will need fresh new underwear once you reach work.
Let's clarify a few things first:
- I'm no spell check master, so I make mistakes. Lots and lots of 'em.
- If you read anything that is in between the following symbol '' * '', it's an action.
- The cake is a lie.
- I love to bitch and whine. No, not bitch and wine. Whining to me is like a sport. The more you do it, the better you become! Why does this sound SO familiar?
- My mind is permanently residing in the gutter.
- I love to laugh.
- I love long walks on the beach during sun sets, love kids and ... wait ... this isn't the classified adds? My bad.
So now that we got that covered we can carry on. I work in an office and happen to have lots of free time and a green tan from the computer screen over exposure. Heh! This (blog) is mainly meant as a hobby, to pass time at work, share my ideas, opinions and craptastic stuff that tends to happen in my life. Hope you enjoy.
And here we go...!
Today I had a free lesson handed to me. Being extremely lucky while being retarded 101. Amazing class really. Most people don't need this class but I needed it this morning!
7:45 AM: Alarm clock goes off. I snooze it.
7:50 AM: Alarm clock goes off. I snooze it.
8:00 AM: Alarm clock goes off. I turn it off.
8:40AM: ''Crap, I should've left home about 30 minutes ago to get to work.''
So I take a quick shower (jump in, wash, rinse, get dressed half wet still) and hop in the car. It seems that on days where you are in a hurry, people with their full day availlable to them, in no hurry are on the road and in your way. So i'm trying to hurry up while remaining reasonnable with my speed. I finaly reach the access ramp to the highway while asking myself if it was asshole day on the road (myself included) and get on the highway. When I get on the highway, I accelerate to 120ish and follow traffic but this morning, i'm a bit of in a hurry but stuck behind other cars.
I look in my mirror and see further behind me a purple car, with was seems to be 2 hot women in it. Thing is, these 2 women are driving fast. Really fast! They're catching up... Cars finaly switch lanes in front me and the first thing I thought: ''Well I need to get to work fast and I don't wanna slow down these ladies...''. So I accelerate a bit more, 140KM/H. This car is still catching up rather quickly. ''Holly crap, looks like i'm not the only one in a hurry.''. *Accelerate a bit more* 160KM/H. I finaly passed all the slow cars in the right lane, have a clear way to get on that lane since my exit is in less than 1KM. Just as i'm about to swith to the right lane I look in my mirror and see that the 2 women in a hurry did catch up to me and are indeed hot... With their red and blue lights flashing from their inside mirror. It was an SQ (Sureté du Québec, just under RCMP here in QC) ghost car following me at 160KM/H.
CRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. I saw the signs, they're everywhere. 160KM/H = 895.00$ + 10pts off your licence. That's the first thing that went through my mind. So I slow down, put my flasher and get on the right lane ready to pull over. I'm still at 140 slowing down and the car speeds up, gets next to me and both are looking at me and they give me the hand-spinning-on-the-side-of-head-as-you-mean-are-you-retarded, turned off the lights and took off as I took my exit to get to work.
Me: *Shock*
So I was being retarded while driving, I fully deserved that ticket but for some reason, these 2 cops just showed me I was retarded and went their merry way and I got to work 30 minutes late instead of 1h late. (I calculate an extra 30 if I had gotten that ticket...)
I don't think i'll be speeding on a highway for a while now... The lesson was free and two fold.
1- Don't do crazy speed, it would've costed a lot on top of risking my life and others.
2- Always... Always carry an extra pair of underwear to work because the day you're 100% sure you're busted at 160KM/H on the highway, you too will need fresh new underwear once you reach work.
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