On the verge of beginning Week 3 of classes at UBC, I present to you A Way to Make One’s Room Pretty. But first! A picture of a baby cow! I saw this one at PNE (Pacific National Exhibition), which is sort of like Calgary’s Stampede except less crazy and more stress-free (although I like the…
Category: Personal
Just my thoughts.
On Singing Praises and Stinging Phases
There are many hilarious resemblances between my Vancouver family and my Calgary family, like how both my uncle and dad will leave a little bit of food on the plate at the end of dinner and go off in search of dessert instead. They like their sweet snacks, too.
Finding Godot
Today after class (first real day of lectures!) I met a girl named Godot who just came from China and was looking for her ECON 101 class. We conversed in Mandarin and English and walked around campus looking for her classroom. She was cute. But I could see her dilemma, because I often found myself…
Un-becoming and Becoming a Room
Dad and Aaron left this morning for Calgary. Visited the FLOW page and my number was gone because Kt and Tc are the new counselors. The only thing that’s really obviously Calgarian is my phone number and I’m keeping that… but I’m starting to feel homesick. Anyway, this is what happened during the room-cleaning hurricane…
Cleaning: The Prequel
Before we get into any specifics about containing the materialism of a body’s year within fabricated structures (I mean packing luggage, not academia) let’s take a look at how utterly messy my room became and un-became over the summer. The following is not intended for the faint of heart nor the weak-willed. Don’t click to…
The Move II
This is the first thing I noticed about Vancouver when we woke up the next day to pick up a few things from Superstore: Electronic price tags! They change to reflect promotional prices and I thought they were really neat. Yeah, that’s what post #1 from Vancouver is going to be only about (if you…
To: WCCAC
Most blog posts usually take a good hour to compose, but this post is particularly difficult to write. I don’t know where to begin. Maybe I should start with the confession (over Montreal smoked meat sliders) that I felt left out of my church group. Or maybe I should start with the second confession that…
alibi: OE 