Vancouver on a plate

Seeing the sunset from the sky; literally - above Hong Kong. Kinda cool eh? I don't know why but looking at the sun always keeps me calm, like there's not a problem in the world to care about.

My flight here was not the most comfortable but it had good service. I should have ordered more drinks. Hehehe... The last few days had some pretty weird events happen. I really don't know where I stand anymore. I don't know who to look to or who to blame... But whatever it is, he shouldn't have said nothing about something like this nor should she have just not done nothing. Hmm... life is so ironic and confusing and so full of shit most of the time. Anyway, let's see how Vancouver is like shall we? The food here is awesome! Malaysian food here sucks I hear but heck, the Greek, Vietnamese, Chinese and Taiwanese I've tried so far are awesome! Over at a place called white spot, a Canadian western food outlet, we had the Monty Mushroom Burger and Fried Calamari. Pretty good...
We had Greek food too. The picture above shows the lamb specialty at Stepho's Greek Taverno in downtown Vancouver. The plate has rice, patato and bread together with some vegetables and of course the lamb. How can one not be full?? I was stuffed!

A little part somewhere near Granville. Sure to have lots of geese, swans, and ducks. looks pretty doesn't it?
This guy really cares for his owner. He's always with her and takes care of her. They even have dog parks here to let dog owners let their dogs loose to mingle with other dogs. So sweet looking at them meet their friends...

In Granville Market, I think my whole family will buy everything here: cheese, bagels, cheese, pork, more cheese, more pork.....I'll get the berries and fruits. such a contra, don't you think?

Cheese, Cheeeezzzzeeee, and more Chheeeeezzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeee All kind of bagels for you to choose from. and all the pasta to choose from...

How can you not be tempted to buy em all? All the fruits you'd wanna eat... Peaches, Oranges, Apples....

Some nice random pictures here and there:

This picture is in North Vancouver where the ferries are at that brings its passengers over to Nanaimo. The air is so clean it's unbelievable. So FRESH you can practically taste the air. Hahaha, sounds weird but you have to come here and see it, I mean, smell it for yourself.

The Canadian emblem... The maple leaf. You can't really see it but I just thought it'd be a nice picture to take from the bottom.
And then of course, there's Lion's Gate Bridge that connects DownTown Vancouver with North Vancouver where all the rich people live at. The houses here are amazing. Houses here are like 8 million at least I think...
This funky building is a partial of the whole structure. It's the Vancouver Public Library. I swear I could live in this library. Sit there all day reading. It's so huge!!! And it's next to Chinatown which is pretty cool too.

Getting a lil tired typing everything out. Will blog as often.

See ya!

See you soon...

It's my last night in Malaysia this year. I'm gonna miss it like hell. It's funny that when I was younger, all I wanted to do was get out of this place. Now, I don't want to leave it. It's not the fact that I can't build another social life there. It's the fact that I can't rely on the very person I'm supposed to trust. Rushing to catch up with everyone this whole week only made me realise how much I'm going to miss this place; it's just too short a life to think you have more time because you never know. I know I have to go although I don't want to at all. But hey, it's not goodbye; it's see you soon.

FUCK YOU!

I had a fucking good day; in fact, I had a fucking good week after a fucking long time. But you had to fuck it up. You didn't say anything. That's the problem. You shut your pie hole up that I had to hear it from a third person. Is that why I always used to get stared at by the family; your friends? Is that why WE got stared at? Because we were left in the dark that we had to guess why you left? How much pain do you want to cause me? All you ever did was hurt me more and more until there's nothing left. I am left bare and naked and ashamed of where I come from because your whole damn family is the same. I am so ashamed of my own family. If I ever had children in my life, I will never let them know about you - the fact that every damn person in this family only causes pain to everyone around them.

I hate you so much that if I could, I would kill you and bring you back to life only to kill you again. That's how much you hurt me. All this time, I defended you. All this time, I thought they were wrong, but guess what? I'm the fool. I listened to you. I fucking believed in you. And now, I'm just shell-shocked. I can't believe everyone else knows besides us - the very people you should have told long ago. Even with me going over, you still didn't say anything. With me at 19-fucking-years old, you don't think I should know? Were you ever planning on telling us? I guess not. We fucking tolerated your rudeness. We fucking tolerated you. Yeah, sure you'll defend yourself by saying you financially aided us. I wish you didn't bother because I fucking don't anymore. I don't want your money. I don't want to have anything to do with you.

You asked me once whether you should just have left us without turning back. I wished you did. At least back then, I would have a reason to hate you and forget. Now, you just fucked things up so bad you don't even know. I wished you knew about this post, let alone this blog to ponder about why I choose to write it on the fucking world wide web. I was actually planning on posting something happy godamnit. The part where I'm actually back in communication with you. Let me tell you this, it was a fucking waste of yours and my time. You have no way around this. NO-FUCKING-WAY. That question your aunt asked me made me want to turn aroUnd and slap her for what she said. And the whole fucking night, she decides to spill your damn secret. I shouldn't be mad at her. She told me the fucking truth at least. You didn't. I hope you know I don't consider you anything but a fucking bastard that ruined all our lives.

Truthful eyes

I can never get away with anything: my eyes give me away - that's a problem. Just by looking at your eyes, people already know if you're truthfully being happy or bluntly playing it out while crying your heart out within. I don't like being asked if I am "okay". Obviously, I am not. So, don't ask me if you already know the answer. Don't ask why because I'm not one to talk. I only observe reality pass me by because it's much more easier watching rather than living it. I get lost in a book because it takes me away. I'm not living my life - but a character's. I lose myself because it's unbearable. I'm so tired of pretending.

Skeletons in the cupboard

This past week has been pretty smooth, I suppose. Nothing thattt out of the ordinary. Except maybe for one thing. I’m supposed to be leaving in 3 weeks. My dad hasn’t said anything or replied my email. Hah! I think he’s teaching me a lesson?.. If he’s mad enough, I think he might have cancelled my flight all together. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing in a way because all I really want to do is get as far away from him as possible once I get there. So, not going at all may not be such a bad thing.

It’s sad isn’t it? The fact that I don’t want to within at least a 500, 000 miles from my own father even though I only see him for about a month out of the 12 months in a year. Someone told me, “If you hate someone so much for so long, you end up not wanting to after a while.” Or something along those lines. Do I hate him? I honestly don’t know. I don’t have a proper reason to. He didn’t completely walk out. He just left. The skeletons in the cupboard are just too scary to go snooping around. I don’t want to know what happened. I don’t want to remember it. But that’s the problem maybe, how do you forget the past that made you?