41st - my coke is colder than when i bought it...

edit - asmar says i'm not allowed to swear on my blog because sacha reads it. so fu*k you asmar and fine. by the way, sacha swears more than i do. have you ever had a conversation with that girl?

this will be my third attempt at blogging this.

mome told me this joke. how many kids with ADD does it take to screw in a light bulb?

LETS GO SWIMMING! bwahahahah. it's funny because it's true...

i'd like to start off by saying that the snow plough people who do my street are bastards. as are the garbage collectors. here's why:

ok, so thursday night was the big storm thing and on the whole toronto emergency services did a great job with snow and accidents and etcetera - i get up in the morning, early to shovel the driveway so i can get to work [had to be in by 8]. nad helped. i pull on an extra pair of trackies, multiple tshirts and a sweatshirt, 2 pairs of gloves and socks, my hat and my hood, put on my jacket and zip up. i'm ready to shovel. it's a storm after all. in about 5 minutes, i was sweating. anyway, spend about 2 and a half hours at this during which the snow plough comes and as expected blocks off my driveway [i like in the corner of my street so that blockade a about three times the size of a normal driveway blockade] which i clean off. after this, i take my sister to work, go inside, warm up, shower, get dressed [nicely, this was after all the start of my weekend] go outside to find a few thing things. one. emergency response is really good because they've already done a second pass. two. the garbage people did not pick up half my garbage which the previous snow plough run had buried in the snow. three. the second plough run had cleaned off that bit of snow containing my garbage and my garbage was now touring the street. four. my driveway is blocked by a wall of snow and garbage. five. i was a little pissed [not to mention clean]. i got to work at 12.

i'm tilted all the way back on a chair being shaved by a man i've only met twice in my life. he says to me, "you need to relax a bit" to which i reply, "you're holding a very sharp blade to my throat, the relaxing thing isn't going to happen". this got me wondering, do barbers say this to people as a joke or do they mean it? by the way, those towels burn.

so, last weekend was THE WEEKEND. it was awesome, minus a bit about cleaning. but nonetheless AWESOME!! vin's a punk and bailed on me however, still good. the storm didn't pose too much of an issue, i got there on time, ate some wicked food, hung out with some people i haven't hung out with in a long long time. it was good.

a list of places i ate.
friday night - cosmic charlies - i had the salmon. very very good. i think all their food is very very good. everyone should go there. incredible food. and eerily amzing dessert. i think think they put drugs in it. i asked but they won't admit it.
saturday morning - smitty's - i had a quesadilla - i've only been there twice and it was very good both times. white people know how to make quesadillas. the people there are so white. they go into discovery channel mode when they see me.
saturday night - lynn garden - manchurian fried rice, crispy beef and scechzuan chicken - for all you guys who things lucky's and chopsticks are good restaurants, you don't know nothing. eat here. it's excellent. eat at lucky's if you want an out from work or generally enjoy dioreah [i can never spell this word].
sunday dinner - kilin - spicy salmon rolls, surf clam, white tuna sushi, california rolls, miso soup, maqrel, salmon sashimi, a bunch of other stuff - delicious. whit tuna taste better than normal tuna. maqrel taste like sick. surf clam is interesting. spicy salmon rolls are to die for or at least to kill for.

we went shopping on saturday which was a very stupid. why is around christmas people take on the mantra "it doesn't matter if i live or die or kill others, billy must have that toy!" OBEY THE FU*KING TRAFFIC LAWS! if you don't know the rules of a 4 way stop, don't fu*king drive. if you roll in behind the car in front of you who's right of way it was and you figured you could squeeze in so you don't have to wait fifteen seconds, i hope something big, like a hummer hits you [a hummer's gotta have some use in a city]. waiting for five seconds for your turn won't kill you. in fact, it'll probably save your life. as for the asshole who drive over the curb and sidewalk to nab a parking spot. enjoy syphilis.

you know, i never really had a rage issue until i started driving. now i wish death upon everyone who gets in my way.

nonetheless, my weekend was fun. i even got some cricket in on sunday night.

by the way, i have some mild to semi-serious food poisoning. it was worth it.

yesterday, i did not feel well, so i was going to go into a work a bit later. that didn't happen. i went to go say bye to shiv, who's going home [abu dhabi] for the holidays. i have nobody to harass over the holidays. anyway, we hung out for a bit and then i left with mome and asmar to do some stuff, leaving my car at her house. her friend picked her up and they were off to the airport. around 330ish, i get a call saying the car broke down and i need to come get her and stupidly i went. after i got her luggage and her in my car during rush hour traffic, it dawned on me that i really should have just sent her a cab which would have been faster and the freak-out of her aunt calling me every ten minutes to see where i am wouldn’t have happened. i dropped her off at the front and took off to park. on my way back in, i asked the guard where the check in for klm airlines way. he said it was all the way on the other side, 'it's pretty busy, you better run." i look at him, "i'm muslim. i'm not running around any airport" he just laughed. thank god he laughed. anyway, she made her flight on time. it's a bit embarrassing being the very last person in a very long line-up. we're brown, it's kind expected, but then after about 20 minutes, some white dude came in behind us. we both felt better. then i came home.

on sunday morning around 11, i get a call from mansoor. he wanted me to come to the mall with him to look for phones for amina. he said it would take an hour. i stupidly decided to go thinking, 'it's just an hour and by brown time that's like 2 hours. no big deal' i got home around 530. i even ended up doing amina's cell phone activation myself on my day off from work. then i had to help some other customers while i was at it because i happened to be there. then some new kid whose bent of staying after the season is over asks me if i'll pass him the sale [i was going to pass it one of the guys who are on commission because its worth 40 bucks to them]. he's such a little snot. i've already told him, he's not staying after christmas because they're gonna ask us about him and none of us have nice things to say about him. he seemed offended by that, but his attitude hasn't changed any. then warren asked me, since i'm doing the activation why don't i just put it under my number. a thought which didn't even occur to me. so i did and i have 40 bucks now. hurray. then i had to scramble around and get back to the mall to pick up shiv and nadia. lots of fun.

oh, i've been tagged. this means i have to list five weird habit things about me. i'm going to copy and paste the rules from harley's blog. brb.

“The rules are: The first player of this game started with the topic "Five Weird Habits of Yourself," and then tagged 5 people, who then had to write an entry about their five quirky little habits, as well as state the rules of this game clearly, and then list the next 5 people they wanted to tag.”

i asked around a little and these seemed like the popular ones.

1. bathroom check - every time i enter the bathroom to do my businesses, i do a simple check. i flick on the light and the fan. i check the shower, the cabinets, underneath the toilet seat, any nook and cranny i've missed. i check the taps work. if i'm doing my doodies, i do a test flush [followed by a curtest flush and a final flush].

2. sleeping - as we all know, i barely sleep. i'm fine with this. other people seem to have a huge issue with this. lately i've been sleeping a lot more. not in my bed. i mainly sleep on the couch. either in the basement or in the living room. i haven't slept in my bed in i would gather over three months at least. sleep is for the weak.

3. new bars of soap - not really a habit, but it fits. i hate new bars of soap. they're awkwardly sized and the corners/edges drive me nuts. i don't use or touch new bars of soap.

4. morbid/spacy - this may come as a shock to some of you, but i can be a little morbid. i'll let you guys fill this one in in the comments section. i can also be a bit spacy and as shiv puts it, i go off on 'the most fu*ked up' tangents ever. she doesn't like my hypothetical stories that much.

5. txt msging - i send people weird text messages all the time. and most of your bastards. i do that when i'm bored and hardly ever get a reply back. asima has kept me company, manny has, shiv does, and i think that about covers it.

you guys can fill in anything i've missed. apparently people i asked for stumped with this as response, "what isn't weird about you?"

the people i chose are.

the porch of doom
sarah [that cell phone habit of yours better be in there]
sacha [who has a blog, i think most of you didn't know that]
shiv
iqbal

note - for those who have a blog and don't have a blog. leave your five in the comments section and on your blog. just so more people can read it and think i'm not so screwed up. everyone else, feel free to leave your five as well. it'll be fun. i'll list people who i'm expecting. manny, vin, caboose, asima, nomi, bob, momin, amaan, asma, yalnee, haider, mansoor, amina, waleed, saddaf, sameera, halima [manny make halima do this] and so on and so forth. you all know who you are.

ok, this seems to be getting long enough as it is and i should get back to recouperating.

good bye folks.

be good.


zq

p.s. people who say 'happy holidays' - don't you think you're ruining it for the people who actually celebrate christmas. it's christmas time! say merry christmas! why do people get offended by other people's religions. it's their happy time of the year, let them celebrate it without bringing your 'we're oppressed by christians' bullshit into it. so, happy christmas, happy kwanza, and happy hanukah. they're separate. treat them separately. don't bunch them into, happy holidays. and it's a christmas tree, not a holiday tree. what the hell is a holiday tree? only chritmas has a plant in the package.

40th - i think i've lost my touch

seven more days, baby!

today is day thirteen of the nineteen days of work. i'm doing well. a little tired and very sore but doing will. i have no idea why i'm sore. anyone else know?

ok, i really need to apologize for my last few blogs. not interesting at all. really, very terrible, so sorry.

i'm got work at FS today which is very exciting, i know. i start at 1 but i gotta take nadia to work at 12 and there's no point in driving back home so i'm going after i drop her off. hopefully, end up sleeping in the break room, but probably working. there's some issue going on there right now. something about a pissed off customer who's pissed at my department about something or another. i don't wanna go!! focus...next weekend off...next weekend off...must focus...bigger picture....focus...

ok, it's the next day now. i am hurting all over. in places i didn't even know could hurt. i went to FS and in my ten hour shift, i basically sold stuff for the first two hours and then it got boring. it died completely. now, i can work long shifts. however, when i'm working long shifts with absolutely nothing to do, i get a bit cabin feverish. i spent a few hours harrasing co-workers and playing with the light sabres. i want those so bad. 150 bucks each one. i want them. we even cleaned the department, something i never do because well, i don't want to. eventually, all energies left me and i got this very queasy feeling i my stomach and that was the end of the fun. the next three/four hours were terrible. and in about 2 hours, i get to do it all over again. hurray.

after work, i called and found out people were at mome's so i headed over there. i ate some food, then i hung out for a bit, then i napped on the couch and woke up to a discussion about somebody saying two thirds of the world is muslim. that was a debate for a while. so here's the answer. and then if you go here, it leads to some interesting stats. there are five hundred thousand scientologists. we should do crusade their asses. around 330ish or 400ish, we decided it's time to go home, so we did. i slept not so well on my couch which bugged the hell out of me. i needed sleep. i kept waking up every hour and then i started imagining that damn dripping sound from the kitchen. it can drive a person crazy.

so, that makes today day fourteen.

ok, i'm going to go get ready. later days.


zq

p.s. view picture below. on how many levels is this wrong?

39th - you on the internet

picture [above] - i like monkeys. has nothing to do with anything.

picture [right] - i'll explain this later in the blog. this is anonymous.

this burger i am consuming at this moment tastes like rubber. mcdonalds is gross in general but it's even nastier cold.

ello people

first off, peter pan is the coolest department manager ever. i went in to work yesterday expecting to be put in the gone batshit bonkers category for asking for the 17th and 18th, the weekend before christmas off and he gave it to me. ok, he said i'd have to do him a favour, which was working today and next sunday, which didn't turn out too bad because people were just throwing money at us today. i made a wee over two hundred bucks. and so i'm two hundred bucks up, which i'll be getting on the 16th and i have for my weekend off. me, shiv and vin have big plans. well, not big huge, but big. you know wha- wait, screw you. i don't have to explain myself to you.

i am le tired. i was working till nine today. ended up being at work till a little before nint-thirty, which i didn't mind because i was helping some lady. then i had to go get my sister from her work and then drive back to my work to pick up my sister's friends, who are cashiers and therefore take forever getting out of work. i got home a bit past eleven.

picture [left] - this is asmar. creepy i know, they look so alike.

eewww. i just burped and had to experience a bit of that burger again. why do i eat these things. oh right, it's because i like to punish myself once in a while. makes everything balance out.

so, a couple of days ago, i was bored online so i did random google image searches. then i ended up looking for people's names. then i started doing the people who read my blog and i got some interesting ones. the interesting ones are posted here. my favorite one is at the top.

DO NOT search for "nome", it's disturbing. trust me. don't let curiosity get the better of you and go look now. i'm really telling you not to. trust me. this is kinda like the devil's rejects thing.

yes, so my last blog was depressing. i'm sorry. it happens from time to time. but as mentioned before, my blog is about me and my selves and one of my selves was bit depressed. we're better now.


picture [above] - this is bilu, as is mentioned in the picture.

random pointless sentence. see, random. no point to it whatsoever. told you. stop reading this sentence. you're an idiot. you're still reading this. wow, how dumb are you? stop reading this paragraph. it's about nothing.

picture [below left] - this is mome. well, actually moomin.













picture [above right] - this is manny. this has basically nothing to with any part of manny's personality that i know about. if anyone knows otherwise, let us know.

so, i'm working ninteen days in a row to get my 17th and 18th off. is it worth it? hell yes. i'm going to enjoy those two days.

alright, i'm tired. its 2am. work in the morning. i get to sleep in tomorrow. yay. i'll continue posting picture of you people as i go.

night folks.

zq

38th - blog of the century

i'm at work. it's an IT day for me which means i press a few buttons and other than that sit on MSN and blog all day.

im really depressed. i'm going to talk about it. for those that gasped, yes, i'm going to talk about my feelings. try not to go into shock.

hadia - if you're going to call and ask me about this, i'm going to read this blog back to you.

there are lots of mitigating reasons for this bought of depression i'm going through. teenage angst might be one of those, even though i'm not a teenager. i never really went through an angst phase. you guys would know better than i would if i did or not. did i? the ones who've known me for a while. not the randoms.

however, if someone can explain the wee anxiety attacks [not full blown], that would be lovely.

as a quick note - thanks to all the people putting up with my random mood swings, being out of contact, etc.

i don't think i've ever been this upset about anything before. even when i'm alone or playing video games or part take in some other mind-numbing activity and push it all out of my mind, i feel shitty. even songs on the radio are managing to depress me.

this is not a healthy state of affairs for us.

yea, so this will probably be the last time i ever write a blog like this.


zq

37th - paranoid people think someone's out to get them. i'm not paranoid. i know someone's out to get me. i have names and details...

"look at this photograph / every time it makes me laugh / how did our eyes get to red / and what the hell is on joey's head"

this is an actual song. this is the opening verse to nickle back - photograph. up until now nickleback has been a mediocre to semi-amusing band but i think everyone reading here can agree, this was a new low. i'm not musically talented but i'm pretty sure if i pooed in my hand and flung it at all the wall, i might be able to get better lyrics than that.

another note - i'm a bit disappointed at the lack of part-taking in my last blog. it was such an wasy topic and as an added bonus, it would have caused such flaming. pity...

just got this news. my sister borrowed my car to go shopping or whatever. when she was leaving, she got in the car and was trying to start it but having little luck. she thought it was due to the half-key [the other hald is in the ignition] but after a few minutes of trying, she took in her surroundings and realized she was in someone else's car. priceless.

comments: [note - you is referring to me, not you]
one. you're so angry!
two. you've got a lot of bones to pick
three. you're blog isn't about anything. just you.
four. you're neurotic

one. cccording to some[one], i'm very angry. rest assured, i am not very angry or even angry. just mildly agitated. do i seem like an angry person. i know i rant and rave but it's only because i love and can't stand to see the things i see around me.

two. i do not! i'm just a keen observer of the world around me... ok, yea, he's probably right. he always is. bastard. i have a lot of bones to pick. which is why i have the blog. it's an outlet for my bone picking. it's relatively inoffensive and i get some interesting feedback from you guys.

three. let me make this very very clear just in case there was any doubt. my blog is about me and my selves. me, me, me, me, me, ME! clear enough?

i'm actually blogging because i'm on hold with customer service. "an associate will be with you in about two minutes. thank you for holding." they've got some strange concept of time. i've been on hold for about twenty minutes. sad part is, i've got a whole day of calls like this to make. after i'm done with these guys, i've got to call rogers and put up with their voice system. they billed me an extra 70 bucks for data. i have a data cable. you think i'm stupid enough to go use the stupid mobile browser?!?! then i gotta get some tires. as much fun as it is to drive around with bald tires, i think it's time i get some winters. then i get to call around looking for a bike model. i think i have some other stuff to do after that, but i don't remember.

four. SOMEONE had the nerve to call me neurotic. by definition, neurotic means, "a person prone to excessive anxiety and emotional upset" take a moment, does this sound like me? honestly, neurotic? i'm closer to psychotic that neurotic but even that's a stretch. there are so many things to describe me. neurotic isn't one of them.

IT'S SNOWING! i'm happy. i like snow.

ok - me go now.

be good


zq

36th - thought showers...

ok, i haven't blogged in a few days now and i know how all your lives are empty without the blog. the blog makes everything better.

these past few days have been strange for so many reasons. good and bad.

ok, i think i told most of you this anyway but here i go, you know, for the record. a formal campaign has began to officially change the term brain storm to thought shower because people with brain disorders may find the term offensive. i don't mean to be rude but people with brain disorders aren't concerned with the term brain storming and more concerned with major league baseball stealing their thoughts. obviously, someone had the urge to complain about something and this is what they came up with.

"there is no 'i' in team but there are two 'i's in vinita, so fu*k you!" this was vinita's msn name which made me chuckle a wee bit. i'm sure she was probably plenty pissed when she wrote that but it's still funny. i never got around to asking her about. it may be a long shot, but i don't think vin enjoys team work much.

speaking on vin. guelph is very pretty. i don't much care for small towns and stuff. but i was visitng vin and we went for a drive around guelph. we went through some woods and and drove through a creepy very texas-chainsaw-massacre-esque type wood path and then quickly reversed the hell out of it on count of a huge creepy dog. then we went to see this lake vin kept hearing about but never saw, so we went. that lake is wicked. we were driving around the park and we ended up taking the car right down to the end of the marina. it was very pretty. then we quickly left due to fear of being locked into the park. apparently, on sundays everything in guelph closes at 430. there was also food and serious stuff involved in the visit but we should all leave with the memory, guelph is pretty.

so, a couple of days ago i was in the basement and i got called up for some reason and i bolted up the stairs. before i made it to the stairs i blacked out [got up too fast, i guess] but i was determined to get up there and kept pushing onwards and upwards [and always twirling, twirling towards freedom! sorry] and SMACK! head first into the door. it hurt.

alright, this happened a few weeks ago and then it came up a few days ago and it's been a lingering thought for a long time before that. people who come from other nations to canada and then bitch about how things are so much better back there. i would like especially make reference to people from hong kong because they're the only ones who do this to me all the time at FS. i'll be working and some dude will come and start asking me questions about a camera. after a while he'll pull out his camera and tell me about how much better this camera he bought a few months ago is than anything available in the north american market and how hong kong is so much more up to date with technology and this and that, etc. once he's made his point about honk kong superiority, he'll move on to the next category and harass me for another 45 minutes. they do this all time and the entire time they give that i think i'm so much better than you are because i'm from hong kong look. i understand you're proud of where you come from so here's a thought. go back to hong kong you asshole. why exactly are you here? was being waited on hand and foot getting too bothersome for you? and no, people from hong kong are not the only people who are like but at least most other self-superior people like the arabs have the decency to just stay in motherlands and treat outsiders like shit. why the hell do these people who are so proud of their nations come here and try to forcibly make sure we're all aware that even though you're living here in canada with a quality of living much superior to where you came from, things back home are still better. we don't care. i'm happy to be here. most people are happy to be here. if you're so unhappy here go back. so go back to hong kong [or wherever the hell else you came from] and have your tiny little eight megapixel camera the size of your thumb and shove it up your ass. you were a king there, go be a king.

note - this is not saying everyone from hong kong or other proud nations is a bastard. this does however apply to most of you. and you all know who i'm talking about so i don't expect some uppity cry-baby comments about how i'm being racist on my blog. i used people from hong kong as an example and because they're the ones that do it most to me but that may be because i live in markam.

note 2 - to anyone who's suddenly offended because they've seen people from hong kong on tv or have a single friend who's from there and isn't anything like that and is feeling the need to bitch at me. i live in markham. i grew up with nothing but chinese kids and the odd brown/black/white one so don't give me some ignorant shit about how i'm being ignorant. you've been warned.

in conclusion, if you're proud of where you're from. good for you. if everything is better there. again, good for you. if you insist on wasting our time telling us about it while we're trying to work and acting like you're better than everyone else [even though you're living in canada], go home.

and lastly, i'm quitting FS. it's too much hassle for low pay. and peter pan, our new department manager is way better than the previous. his communication skills are perfect and he really makes you feel like he's there to help. very sincere sounding [and if you can fake that, you're set!], very easy to talk to but his jokes aren't funny and he doesn't get any of our jokes. but he's cool. still quitting though. i need my weekends for me time. also for play time and sleep time and circle box time. but mostly for me time.

"cause no way it's ok / to get jerked for low pay / have to serve and obey / it's all work and no play"


zq

p.s. props to cable who stood by his whiney opinion about super even though there was staggering support for bats. i declare bats wins. also, cable knows way more about comics than we do. all bow down to him. batman's still better though. sorry pal.

p.s. is it wrong to get people [friends, etc] to come in and buy fridges [120 dollar commison] and return them after i quit?

35th - unlimited doesn't mean endless...

people from rogers a bunch of shitheads. i want all of them, with the exception of three people that i know work for them who aren't bastards to be hung upside-down and taken advantage of by a large horse/shark type creature. twice. it'll be a different sensation each time. i'll deal with them today too.

so, a couple of days ago was haider's and bunty's birthday. happy birthday to them both. i was gonna blog on that day but never got around to it and i started this blog like three times and stopped because i just couldn't go on or something shiny caught my eye. by something shiny, i of course mean the game cube i've borrowed from amina. MARIO KART N-WORDS!!

over the past few days i reread most of my blog including the comments. i think this may have been the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me. "don't u now just feel a little more unoriginal than u already are?" i can't believe i didn't notice this zinger earlier on. this is the kind of thing that stays with you. i have no idea who this would be. it's just bitchy so that leads me to one person but she thinks blogs are so beneath her and people who have blogs are posers [i'm assuming posing to be people who keep journals] and trend whores [well, can't argue with that]. you know who you are.

ok, i wanted to mention this but i'm not sure how appropriate it would be and who's reading my blog. for all i know my dad is reading this to keep tabs on me. so i'm not gonna tell this story but i am gonna mention that i was very distracted at work yesterday. there was something i really wanted to see to but didn't. now, two of you know this story. don't spread it around or post it.

how many friggin people are in justice league unlimited. first one to give me a complete list gets a prize. same rules. must not be affiliated with DC in anyway, must live within fifteen minute driving range of me. but here's my actual question. half of them can fly, half of them can't. the ones that cant fly get jetted over to the site where they are needed. the others fly. now, i can't fly myself but i would assume flying requires some sort of effort [with the obvious exception of superman]. wouldn't they be friggin tired by the time they got to the site. and why is it that wonder woman, who can fly, flies the jet? and why does batman get his own private jet? yes, i know batman is the man [eat shit superman. batman has kicked your ass before and he'll do it again if you get uppity] but still, in the interest of equality. and i thought the justice league cartoon was for kids. wonder woman, while talking to the atom says, "i need both my hands" and sticks him in her cleavage and i could have sworn he had a grin on his face.

i know everyone has been sized up by someone but have you any of ever been sized up by a banker? i think it's more intrusive than getting a physical by someone who really enjoys their work. it's not fun. avoid it if you can.

alright, time to go do work.

later days


zq

p.s. there isn't enough flaming in the world.

34th - culting...

pictures [left] - november tenth, two thousand and five. trent doing his thing. these were done with 1 second shutters so they're a wee motion blurred. also, the grain is because the iso was set to 800, if you're gonna ask later.

hello all things living, dead and in-between!

this has been a really messed up week. it's been good and bad but mostly ended up being wicked!! note - i realize this choice in formatting wasn't the best idea but it's too late now. the blog must go on. we can over look this small hiccup. wow, i've got quite a few things to blog aboot right now.

the NIN concert was friggin incredible. so good. they really know how to do a show. death from above 1979 and queens of the stoneage were there as well but honestly, who really cares? concert was unreal. also, they've been declared the biggest band this year. album and tour wise. yes dori, that includes bigger than u2. spectacularly bigger. somebody make sure dori reads that.

picture [left] - i like this picture. i have no idea why it reminded of lenny kravitz. i apologize to all those people who wanna kill me for saying that. i think lenny's done that pose somewhere. stupid lenny kravitz! anyway, another picture of trent. you guys notice her shaved his head. i don't care but chicks seem to. the artist can't just be talented.

a lot of stupid shit happened this week included wednesday and thursday where i suddenly transformed into a blond chick. i destroyed a bunch of slides at work. i left some equipment on site [luckily the contractor saw it and picked it up] and i dropped a three hundred dollar lens. but all of that pales in comparison to the NIN concert, which was awesome, if i didn't mention it already.

picture [right] - ok, getting good pictures was hard considering we were in the 300s. but i like this picture the best. i also got some cool video.

last night, when i was driving home, i was on the 401. anyway, i was going around 120 when i hit one of those downhills and i wasn't paying attention and by the bottom of the hill i was going about 140ish and i realize and decide slowing down would be a good idea. i check behind me and i see these lights really close and this 4runner passes me. but not like vvvvvvoommmmmmmmm....but like VOOOOSHH *gone*! scared the shit out of me. suvs should not be able to go that fast. it's scary. i would be jam if he hit me and i don't like jam.

ok - i really should be getting ready for my shift at FS right now but i wanna finish blogging first. working from two to nine tonight. i don't want to, but i figure what the hell. new manager. might as well make a good impression. plus, his name is peter pan. plus, i get to harras anita for a few hours and i haven't gotten to do that in about two weeks.

picture [right] - i like this picture. its cool. those little yellow things are lighters.

speaking of anita and her doings. anita and my sister went to a meeting together which nadia was invited to by some woman at the bus stop. seriously, she needs to start being more paranoid. anyway, they went to this meeting with twenty to twenty-five people in some random location and it turned out to be a cult thing. hahahaha. how cool is that. my sister, the cultist. the same sister who gave me grief for an hour when i annouced that next year i will be starting my own cult just to see if i can. note - also, on that list is asmar's mom. she thinks i use my evil talents for good. i don't know if that possible. i have predisposition to evil behaviour.

picture [below] - maybe this was just a mistake i made. but look at his nose. what the hell is that?

last night, i got home a wee before two and around three, i figured its time for bed. someone disagreed with me. 330am, my phone rings. vin and her friend went out for burgers and their car wont start. it's sad that it's a double standard. if it was a guy, i would have gone, obviously, but i may have taken a bit more time to put on some socks and maybe grab a snack. i'm sorry. but none the less, so at 340, i leave home. turned out all the car needed was a boost. CAA memberships are important.

more clumsiness from me. i got home and went to asmar's house because i found some drink and i wanted her to try it. banana cola. i got there, parked, took my key out of the ignition and locked the doors and got out and closed the door to realize that i left my door key in my jacket pocket in my backseat. it's so embarrassing. that's twice i've done that. i need copies of my key. i had to call dad and get him to come over so i could use his CAA membership. sucked. he's not gonna let me forget that anytime soon.

we need more banana cola. i should have really bought more than one bottle.

ok, i should get to work. i'm not gonna be late.

be good.


zq

p.s. didn't have time to proof read this so ingore grammar and spelling. thanks

33rd - i couldn't decide between, "suck it caramilk ninjas!" or "peter pan replaces wicked witch of the fobs!"

picture [right] - how cute is she? today's photos are from eid. sacha took these pics. they turned out wicked.

hello all!

i feel good. ok, for some reason i feel a wee nervous. yea, i don't get it either. could it be the NIN concert? my impending doom? the fact that i had to loiter around FS today knowing that my department manager hates me and kept giving me looks while i was talking to the store manager? i dunno. i'll post when the feeling goes away. anyway, a few things.

one, why does my tiny car have the biggest keys possible? is it over compensating? i've noticed this with a lot of cars. tercels have the biggest keys. my dad's car however has tiny little wee keys. goes to show, guys design cars.

so, i'm really enjoying metric. i was bobbing along to dead disco all day which is sad because i know only six words from the song. nonetheless, thanks sacha.

GOOD NEWS - guess who isn't my department manager anymore. that's right. tammy. she mounted her broomstick and flew over to cash. she's their problem now. i feel bad for cash but i feel even better for me. our new manager is named, get this, peter pan. i wonder if he's heard all the jokes? i doubt it. ms. harder said the same thing ["welcome to geography. i am ms. harder. yes, i've heard all the jokes about my name. sexual or otherwise." "wanna bet" was my reply. yea, we didn’t get off on the right foot"

picture [left ] - more news. as most people already know, i've retired my camera for family events. but sacha is filling in the void of my genius photography work pretty quickly. punk.

MORE GOOD NEWS - arrested development is back. there were two brand new episodes on last night. of coruse, i missed them both but that's not the point. it's back so i'm not stuck with only one show to watch. also, prison break was on last night. mondays aren't that bad anymore.

BAD NEWS - i went to two different futureshops today and got wicked deals on my speakers. then i decided to only use one set of speakers. the second set requires custom work to install so not bothering with that. since i was supposed to get someone speakers for their birthday, i'm passing them along to them. see, a practical present. ok, that wasn't bad news. this was the bad news. i had to go to one FS to get the speakers and then to my FS to get them installed and they got swamped so my appointment got pushed to tomorrow after work.

picture [right] - i think this is the best picture out of the set. yes, i know her mouth is wide open but she's a baby. you can overlook that. this picture is the best one. there is no debate about it. who's going to dare challenge me on this? admitidly, the picture below of chicky and anisa is also very cute. she reminds me off boo from monsters inc for some reason. i brown version.

"those who can't, teach. those who can't teach, consult. guess which one i am.

anyway, new blogs to read. everyone check out the bookmarks on the side and visit these blogs. is there anyone's blog i'm missing.

more news - while driving on the 401 today, i figured out how the get the caramilk in the chocolate so neatly. now, i wanna see some ninjas. i'll reveal the secret in my next blog. yes, i have too much free time on my hands. suck it cadbury! the secret will be out soon.

picture [below] - more cuteness. you think i'm turning soft.

alright, so this was more of a news update than a blog. whatever, enjoy.

bye


zq


p.s. touchy people. should they be touched? or put up with? or touched again and again and again until they stop being so touchy or kill themselves, whatever comes first?

32nd - nobody out-crazies ophelia

hello all

it's 10am and its the start of another week. oh joy! i actually have been to work already only to find the contractors sitting around because the building superintendent didn't bother to give the residents notice because he didn't get paid his overtime yet. asshole. there are too many dependencies in this job. so now i'm home to pick up a few things and headed to the office in about 30 mins. i figured i might as well blog while i'm here.

before i go one. EID MUBARAK! and HAPPY DIWALI! i meant to blog on those two days but never got around to it. didn't do much for diwali. eid however was fun. had [sister], nome [brother-in-law] and asima [sister-in-law] came up for eid. it was fun. OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT - asima is no longer a punk since she visited. i will be taking suggestions for a new nickname.

i got my car! yay! it's a hand-me-down [this means free!] 91 corolla ls. it works. i'm happy. plus, did i mention it was free? thanks to my cousin who now owns a wicked gold/grey 2006 accord.

car related. this is funny and scary. in october [the 12th] i posted, "vomiting sunshine and sweet nothings". in it i had posted some pictures of some fugly cars me and andy say on our way back to markham. anyway, we went to pick up my car from the mechanic and i saw a picture of the golden civic de sol with the floral print [refer to that blog for image]. turns out that mechanic is the proud owner of that car. i stress proud because . . . well, go see the picture. anyway, we didn’t think it possible but it's uglier up close.

yesterday i went through all my old paper work to organize and through out all my junk. it wasn't fun but it had to be done. i also updated my booklist to reaffirm that i a missing a lot of books and unfortunately in some cases, i have no idea where they are. here is the list of books i'm missing. some of them i know who has em. some of them arent on this list because it's been so bleeding long, i've forgotten about them. i want them back as soon as possible. or at least lemme know you have it so i know where it is.

good omens - neil gaimen and terry prachett

the alchemist - paulo coelho

lamb - christofer moore

life of pi - yann martell

a fine balance - rohinton mistiri

portrait of a killer - patricia cornwell

god of small things - arundati roy

american gods - neil gaimen

shadows of the empire - steve perry

all families are psychotic - douglas coupland

the vampire chronicles box set [1-4] - anne rice

harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban - j. k. rowling

lord of the rings box set - j. r. r. tolkien

so if you have any of them, or know where they are. lemme know. and there are others not on this list. also, new rule - none of my stuff is leaving until i get 90% of my books and dvds back.

last night, while talking to sacha online with gobs of acne grossness on my face. i ended up downloaded about 25 songs ranging from metric rolling stones to cypress hill. this might explain why i am the way i am. also, i think sacha is gradually becoming a NIN fan and that makes me happy.

which reminds me. NIN concert on the 10th! can't wait. it's gonna be awesome. nobody is to interupt my plans! except work but that can't be helped.

ok, i'm off to work. be good.


zq

p.s. i've updated the links section. more access to blogs i find interesting.

p.s. topic - should ignorance be painful. if you say, yes - since it's not, should you take it upon yourself to make it painful for them?

31st - resignation from the human interaction thing...

i've been genuinely happy these past couple of days. nothing good has happened and some bad stuff happened but i've been happy. it's a rare occurrence. well, my happy mood, which has been going on since last monday is over. with the exception of halloween, which sucked and yesterday - i was happy. now i'm not. so, here it is. i quit.

it's been proven too many times that i don't play well with others so i'm just going to sit the next few rounds out. i'm just gonna keep my interaction with the human race to a minimum and see if they get along any better. it'll give me more time to blog.

since i've really got nothing to talk about, here's a list of dvds i don’t own and really bloody well should:

- star wars episode III - i don't it. the one day i had enough money to get it, i had no transportation and bussing over would kind of defeat the purpose of the seven dollars i'd be saving.

- star wars episode II - somebody [mansoor] borrowed it and lost it.

- batman begins - there isn't anything i can say here. i was working the day it came out and i'm sure by now i missed out on the free t-shirt

- lord of the rings - two towers & return of the king [extended editions] - i actually don't have the regular editions either. i had them but then i gave them to raza and now they're in saudi arabia. i just have the fellowship extended.

- indiana jones trilogy - i realized i had q's at my house for almost a year [maybe more] so i never felt the need to buy it. i do however, have the tapes.

another quick note - everyone who has books and movies of mine. can i get them back, please. or either let me know you have them at least. there's a lot so i'm not making any lists. i do want my constantine back since i only had it for like a day before it was borrowed.

on halloween, some kid got stabbed because he wouldn't give up his candy. there's two stupid things there. one, you asshole, you stabbed somebody for free candy you could have gone around and collected yourself. two, idiot, you got stabbed because you didn't wanna give up free candy. i'm assuming or hoping anyway that there was some other motive towards stabbing and killing someone. because if you're willing to kill over candy, i don't wanna know what else you're willing to kill someone for.

i like halloween and i get it. pranks are fun. but honestly, enjoying halloween by ruining for others is stupid. i love pranks but as long as at the end the other person is good and annoyed but can still appreciate the joke.

prison break is way too bloody good. i just saw the ninth episode and it was awesome. bad news though, its going away at the end of november and coming back in april. and scrubs and arrested development and incapacitated so that leaves me with one show to watch. smallville. and yes sunita, everyone [except haider, mansoor, others, maybe mome] hates lana. lois is so much cooler and better looking.

so, eid is being celebrated all over today except here. we're doing it tomorrow. which is a good thing. one - long weekend. two - hopefully, my mood will improve by then. three - i am so not ready for eid.

ok, i'm leaving. there's work to be done.

zq


p.s. i understand that i make comments on my blog that are semi offensive or sometimes very offensive. if you have a problem with them, eat me, but if my comment is really bothering you, just call me on it, i'll be more than happy to discuss it with you. unless you're a flaming moron. then, maybe not so much.

p.s. today's topic. which race has the best racist jokes. [include jokes]

30th - survivor is a good tv show, but a bad game...

hello all

even though i don't blog very often, i do take the time to read other people's blogs. i don't get why why i feel guilty when i do. i get moments where i feel so nosey when i'm doing it. but people read my blog so it's all good. anyway, i was reading the other harley quinn's [courtney's] blog. it was about a bunch of stuff including student activism and foreign aid. i don't know what it was, something irked me to leave a comment that was as long as her blog. then other people got involved. so there are three running opinions so far. all reply comments are as as long, if not longer than the actual blog. however, everyone should go check this out. www.courtneylee.ca - the blog is called, "on canada and the world today" check it out and comment. its need more than three perspectives.

i just finished watching the latest episode of smallville. it was about vampires. it was a halloween thing. it was terrible. have a halloween special that has nothing to do with the actual show's storyline. it's fine. people forgive that sorta thing. and for the love of god, stop slandering vampires. and kristen kruek...more on that later...

ok, i have a new job. it's been about three weeks now. it's cool. i also serve as the IT guy which is awesome because i get to do something i hate and that's what work should be. suffering. no, it's not that bad. i'm just a drama queen. anyway, i get a panicked phone call sometime at night because there is a problem with a word document. the image wouldn't stay where it was put. it kept moving around as they typed. so i told them how to fix the problem and then they insisted on sending me the file to make sure it's ok anyway. i wish my job was just IT. my blog would be just about that.

on another hand [this is unrelated to above], being an IT/tech/geek guy, when i say something is the problem, don't correct me by saying something ignorant like, "no, i'm sure this is the issue. this doesn't have anything to do with it" ask question if you want, but if you can't use word properly, don't assume you know how the rest of the machine works.

at pretend work, [futureshop] things are wicked now. i get one shift a week, which is all i wanted. since i don't make any money there anyway. all i do is go hang out with people i like. however, my manager wont fire me. this is getting in the way of my severance pay, but this is still good. i have my staff discount, and i only have to work saturdays. not like anything is ever done on saturdays before night time anyway. so all is well. now, if only i could talk her into giving me the saturday morning shift instead of closing. that would be perfect.

yesterday was mome's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMIN! for this birthday, he got many a cool thing including not one, but TWO JOB OFFERS! even cooler, a batman cape. to celebrate we just hung out [yes, we're a lazy folk but i like just hanging out] and we played survivor. this is not a nice game. its cruel and sets people off against each other. perfect for kids [comon, you can just picture it. a bunch of third graders crying and getting into fights], not for adults. i got voted off first. hope you all get the plague!

i finally got some tv watching done. which means, i watched a bunch of shows on my computer. the makers of smallville owe me an apology. their new season was way to over hyped. it was okay as you except from smallville. it wasn't spectacular. which brings me to another point. i hate kristen kruek. why does clark love her. she always looks like she's about to cry. god, i wanna give her reasons to cry. just smack her around a bit [before you all band together against me, i'm not advocating abuse towards whiney, cry baby women, just kristen kruek]. at least one of us would feel better than. plus, she looks like the whimpering type and that's just annoying.

prison break on the other hand is friggin awesome. why can't smallville learn from prison break. send clark to jail! or lana, i'm cool either way. but seriously, i watched all eight episodes in one go. so friggin cool! now the problem is i have to wait each week for a measly hour of prison break.

i miss scrubs and arrested development. i haven't seen any new shows in a long time. bring back scrubs and arrested development. i don't care about baseball and football.

alright, lets review. go read courtney's blog. pit small children against one another by making them play survivor. smack kristen kreuk around as chance permits and murder all baseball and football players so scrubs and arrested development comes back.

last but not least, be good.



zq


p.s. is it wrong to buy an high definition tv for the sole purpose of playing x-box 360? it will be used for other things but the main purpose for buying it will be high definition gaming?

p.s. today's halloween and i am totally unprepared. to make up for that. send me pictures of your halloween costumes and i'll put them up here and then rant about how much better my halloween costume could have been, if only i had the free time to put it together. [honestly, my best idea was being koolaid lite]

29th - those muslim extremists might have a point there...

today i am working from home. for the first little bit anyway. this is because i gotta design some letterheads and stuff and it's just easier to do on my computer than slow-ass company ones. i need a laptop. someone buy me a laptop. a nice one. possible green or red, but not together. that would be gross.

"the buuyancy of a bubble" words used by some boy to describe himself. it was in some dude's blog description [the profile bit]. everyone should go read the blog just because it said that. i think he also talked about his physical. the blog is called "my blah blah blog". i copied the link and then copied something over it. a buck to whomever finds the blog first.

my sister requested i write a blog about the whole pda epidemic we've been experiencing and i did. guess who hasn't read it yet? punk.

picture [left] - my conversation with sabeen this morning like ten minutes ago. read it. i'm leaving it open for interpretation.

speaking of sabeen. one of my friends, caboose told me this. according to her world religions teacher. in islam, when you go to heaven, you don't meet god right away. in order to prepare to meet god, muslims take part in a massive orgy which is concluded with a twenty-four-year long orgasm. then you're ready to meet god. my only question is. why aren't more people muslim? this is the kind of thing we should be using to recruit people. the catholics don't have anything this good. twenty-four-year orgasms. i told caboose to give her prof my number and ask her to call me because i wanna know where she got this from. this woman is the reason someone nutball imam is gonna bomb a school one day because he doesn't want the secret getting out [this woudl explain why they're soo religious, the child-molesting bastards. note - i hate priests/imams/mulas/pandiths/etc of all kinda. not just muslim ones with the exception of the brother kayum(sp), "you respect, honour and cherish the womb" but honestly, why are we not using this for marketing? also, do you really wanna meet god right after you did that? "so, what have you been up to sixth" - "umm, nothing."

so, i wrote an email last night about how we don't do anything anymore. the kids, i mean. grown ups are always doing stuff but it's usually uninteresting and work related. anyway, last night me and mome went to drop off his brother to the greyhound station on bay street. i tagged along because i wanted cookies and didn't much feel like walking over to the macs across the street. yes, i know it' a three minute walk but i was tired. so we went, one out way back we decided to go to dominion instead to you know, save fifty cents. we ended up getting sandwich meats, cheese, cookies, chocolate, milk and bread. then we went to my house and made sandwiches. well, mome made sandwichs, i supervised. so me, mome and abbas [who was studying for some french thing and my god, it's irritating. i honestly don't like the french language.] sat around talking and eating sandwiches. they were good. so yay! we randomly did something.

PLANS - this friday night. i am throwing the first ever SEHRI(sp) PARTY for the kids [this is a prototype party]. meet up at my house around late nightish. we'll hang, watch a movie, i'll rape some people in free4all hockey, we'll discuss the twenty-four-year orgasm and do the sehri thing. spread the word - not to random strangers. contact me or mome for details. ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY.

something noticed at the grocery store. someone explain old and extra old cheese. why is it refrigerated? is it kept in the fridge during the aging process? wouln'nt this be like one of those things which we thought was great but now we know isn't good for us like fireproofing with asbestos or lead paint? and what the hell is carefully aged mean? you watched it grow old and mouldy? explanations people.

detroit people - people from detroit, come visit us. all of you. ok, by all of you, this means the people we know. this isn't an open invite to the bums or the homeless or those anti-abortionists or that black kid handing out the kkk pampflets. this is for the khans, mirzas, ahmeds, maloufs and any other names i forgot. but those specific people. but yes, listen to asmar and visit. for more information, check your email.

which reminds me of a quick notice. I DO NOT CHECK MY HOTMAIL. if you email something to my hotmail account, don't get huffy when i don't know about it. the only reason i have a hotmail account is for msn, no other purpose. if you must email me stuff, send to sixth.lie@rogers.com or my sixthlie.com accounts, but those aren't active yet. thank you.

ok, i should really go do some work. later days.

be good.


zq

p.s. does anyone ever listen to me when i say be good? for example you had some evil scheme going on in the back of your mind and then you read my blog and decided not to do it? i'd like a few testimonials.

28th - you are free to do as i tell you...

[disclaimer] - this blog is based on a collection of personal and non-personal experiences. there may be references pretty close to what you may or may not have encountered personally. if there are any similarities and you feel i'm judging or poking fun or being an asshole, this may be a good time to reflect on your doings as i'm not the only person who feels this way. note - you can stop reading now if you think you're going to get offended or pissy or feel the need at the end to call me. seriously, i'm not gonna hold it against you.

i hate this week. it hasn't been a good one in any sense. i've been tired. i've been cranky. someone ate my cereal. i've had no caffeine [since detroit] and i haven't done anything fun [i've been working every single day for the past two weeks almost]. you'll excuse me if i sound a little short.

i've decided i need a vacation. i'm planning to pack a few clothes into my bag and head over to peterborough. a small town inhabiting some eight thousand people. a few of which are my mates. so i'm planning in dropping in on them tomorrow, if it's ok with them, of course. we'll see. there i shall be be [if i go] till sunday. so i'm blogging now because i'm not doing it from there. however, if anyone from there reads this, then i guess the cat is out of the bag. call and let me know if i can come. [i've already contacted all applicable bosses and copped out of work. i had to use some pretty shitty excuses but it got the job done. if it didn’t, i'm fired. whoopdie doo]

ok, now on to the actual blog bit. today i'm going to talk about a subject i wouldn't normally touch with a ten foot poll. you guessed it. the whole issue of love and relationships. [inspired by various people and one person saying, "why don't you write a blog about PDAs?" here you go hadia]

relationships are a good thing. they're a time to explore a person other than yourself [not a masturbation joke but that fits too] and it's a chance to learn and grow and all that good stuff. it's also a good chance of becoming a better person because you get to witness first hand, the effects of all the stupid things you did and how it affects other people. you also learn about being happy even when you feel like shit because your partner is happy and you learn about compromise and you learn about guilt. also, you will learn a lot about what kind of horrible, insensitive, selfish, uncaring excuse for a person you are. oh, and you learn about guilt. did i mention guilt? lots about guilt. so relationships are good, in general. then people get involved and ruin them. here's how.

if i'm fighting with my girlfriend. it's none of your business. don't interject with your opinion. nobody cares. at the same time, we shouldn't be having random fights in front of everyone. furthermore, if you're fighting with your boyfriend don’t go telling everyone what an asshole he is. it doesn't solve anything and makes the "finally, meet my boyfriend" type events very uncomfortable. dirty laundry belongs in a washer, not in bowling alleys.

have respect for one another. its important. her feelings are as important as yours. so when she has an issue with something you've done. don't throw something she's done that's worse. we don't forgive. we kinda let things slide until we can use it to hurt the other person or when we feel we're cornered about something. don't do that.

don't lose your head. i've heard the whole "dive right in" and "leap of faith" bull and i'm glad for those masochistic people who found new ways to hurt themselves. putting faith in something is fine. nothing wrong there. i encourage it. BUT losing all common sense it not. be realistic and take your time. if you're in love with a goat and you've thought about this long and hard and they goat feels the same way, i'm happy for both of you. i'll even buy you a nice wedding present. but if you're in love with a wall and just have to nail it [see, puns aren't funny caboose] it's not realistically possible. i mean, where would you sleep. be realistic in what you expect from your partner and the people around you.

a request. when you're in love and all is good and sunny in your world. don't come and bore us to tears about it. some of us are single and have not yet [or ever will] experience the joys you're experiencing. some us don't want to. please, show a little respect for the people around you. we have feelings too and gag reflexes.

which leads me to my blog discussion. PDAs. my opinion - little public displays of affection are fine. so, grabbing your girlfriends hand for a minute while you're in the mall or giving her a small hug or kiss is fine. good for you. you're expected to do that sorta thing. those are the signs we look for when we're wondering if you're a couple or not. but don't be gross about it. rubbing up on each other in the mall, making out on the subway, calling each other every edible food you can imagine is not acceptable. it's shit that nobody wants to see. if you really love each other that much and can't keep your hands to yourself, then the mall isn't the place to be. get a room or a backseat of a car or a bathroom stall. i don't care and there, you can do whatever you want to another. hell - moonwalk, jesus style for all i care. bring the goat too. just not in public.

this goes the same for gay people too. i don't care if you're liberated and free and you feel like i'm trying oppress your love for one another. not in front of my face. you get the same emotion from me as all the other people in love and that's apathy. feel free to do whatever you want. be as gay as you want. not in front of me. same rules apply to you as straight people and you goaters too.


zq

p.s. get your "in love" buddies to read this and defend themselves.

27th - "i hope you find god" in the bad way

hello all

before i go on. congratulations to qudsia and azher and everyone else. there is a new baby in the family. it's all good. it's healthy and a bag of mush and all the other things babies are expected to be. qudsia is up and about and she's all happy and stuff too, as is azher. is it just me, or it wrong to use the camera flash when taking pictures of babies? [i don't do it, others do] someone should find out. same rule as all the other babies. i will definitely not be picking him up until he's older.

it's been a while. i've been busy. experiencing blog withdrawal. so here i am. let us begin...

i've decided i need a palm [a pda, i still have both my palms]. after much debate with myself and reluctant friends who didn't care which one i bought or whether i shoved it up my ass after i did buy it, i decided on the palm tx. it's not the top of the line one but its got the big screen and built in wireless and bluetooth and it's all good. now, i need to find it in canada. why can't anything just be simple.

i made a rule a couple of days ago regarding my buying habits. when i save money for things. things under 1500 dollars. i will not buy it until i have at least 1.5x the money. the palm is not part of this new rule.

title - met this very christian woman today and after a while she made the comment i hope you find god. the scary part is as she said i got the feeling it wasn't meant in the "find peace" sort of way. it was meant in the "i hope god finds you" sort of way. it was a scary moment.

work has been crazy. i need a car. too much bloody traveling to not have a car. i spent almost six hours on the bus, subways and walking on friday. that warrants a car. must buy car. i really for some reason want a civic sir. i don't even like hatchbacks. back to work. think industrial plastic wrap. took some pics with my phone. will post once i get my data cable working.

what does this mean - i was sitting on the bus and this chick came on she was standing in front of me. i read her bag. it was some brand [i forget the name] but i remember their tag line and i want an explanation - "57 percent no concept, 43 percent good sense" - what the hell does that mean. this is like lewis black's comment, "if it wasn't for my horse, i wouldn't have spent that year in college"

anyway, i finally got around to putting up my website. well, the under construction page of it anyway. so, visit sixthlie.com so see my under construction page. i haven't had time to do anything else. but that's gonna change tonight. after this blog, it's web designing time.

so, the amount of stuff i have to do is piling up and i'm gonna die. it's not that i don't have the time. i just always find myself doing something else.

decision - i had decided to keep my futureshop job until i bought me some cool swag since i haven't really bought myself anything with my discount. my manager came back from vacation and within 20 minutes i announced my decision to quit. she didn't even say anything to me today. we literally exchanged 5 sentences. this is how big of a bitch she is. her presence is causing me to quit.

ok, it's photoshop and dreamweaver time.

peace.


p.s. aparently you people are passionate about body parts and not about other topics like jackass employers so here's the new topis of discussion - ass cleavage. i have seen too much of it this past week. not the good kind either. the plumber kind. anyway, ass cleavage. good? bad? double standards? etc. enjoy.

26th - vomiting sunshine and sweet nothings

picture [left] - so me and andy were coming from sauga on monday evening and ran into some funny looking cars. here's one. a pink dodge neon. deceivingly fast, blatantly ugly. this is her actually getting away from us because she realized i was trying to take a picture.

i vow never to step into a batting cage again. surprise, i don't wanna talk about it.

today was my first day of work at new job. it was boring. well, it was training so i guess that was expected. i'm going on site tomorrow. maybe i should shave.

so all of a sudden, i have way too much shit to do. i guess this is kinda self-induced. i have my popsicle stick project, my birthday present *no longer mural* for smuffy [which is a few months late, yes], website for work, website for chiby, web site for filmi [my god, they're gonna get sued. not by me], and last by not least - SIXTHLIE.COM is coming back. i really shouldn't announce that it existed once. it didn't do so well. BUT this time it'll be cool. plus, i'm gonna move my blog over there so you're gonna have to go there to read it anyway. so, look out for that.

picture [right] - this is the back of said ugly pink dodge neon. check the plates. she wouldn't get out of the left lane so i couldn't get a picture of the front. what you're not seeing is that it says, "pretty in pink on the front windshield"

horrible news - tobey came to visit at futureshop [no, that's not the terrible part] and she brought me cookies [stop jumping the gun, i'm getting there]. anyway, she gave me cookies which makes her one of the coolest people i know. so, she told me to hide them away so i don't get in trouble, which i did. ok, you all already know what's coming up. they're still there. unless someone ate them. warren, looking in your direction. so i'm gourmet cookie-less. i'm so sad. i'm sorry tobey, i can't tell you what your cookies taste like but they looked good. ok, i don't wanna talk about this anymore. it's making me sad.

i wanna get this out of the way - i like my job. i do. really. i like the people i work with. i meet interesting people [tobey]. but i hate one person. well, two people. ok, three people. three people i hate. one, some dude i don't care to talk about. two, some short person who cares what colour my undershirt is. my underwear is nobody's business. especially from a professional stand point. and three, my dept. manager. how can one person cause me so much aggravation. text messaging is not a valid form of communication. i've been getting about three hours a week, which equates to a two-week pay cheque being about eighty-five bucks. what the hell does one do with eighty-five bucks? i can wipe my ass with it. but then i'll probably get some sort of nasty std or worse. unless i use the actual cheque but . . . ok getting off topic. anyway, so now i have a normal, real job. so she starts giving me hours for days i'm not available to work anyway. now she's on vacation. i had a shift today from five to nine. did i go? did i remember? one more time, text messaging is not a valid form of communication.

picture [left] - another ugly car. this is a honda de sol. it's got some sort of floral line pattern on it and i think it's got actual texture. the dude actually slowed down and kept pace with us so i could take this picture. we were too close though.

ok, over the weekend i randomly reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. this way a blank futureshop receipt. one this receipt is a chick's email address and i have no recollection of someone giving me their email address. i'm assuming she's an eighteen year old brown chick. and i don't know why, it's bugging me. i wanna know who it is but at the same time i don't wanna email her and say, i have your email address, who are you? brown girls are snotty and i'm probably just gonna get some bitchy reply back. so, if anyone knows a desigal87@whateverthehell.com, let me know.

i think i may have just seen the dumbest music video of all time. butterfly by crazy town. what the hell. she's not a lady. she's a butterfly? also, you're trying to be all manly with your tattoos and nipple piercings, right? glowing star tattoos are not manly. blowing your tattoos as kisses, also, not manly. twitching awkwardly like ben stiller in zoo lander, entertaining but, not manly. looking way too serious in a video about a kinky butterfly [?] is not right. everyone should download this video and watch it. while you're at it, watch the gasolina video [all of it] and explain that to me.

picture [right] - this is the last one. ok, i know i sound like a total prick because i'm making fun of people's cars. i don't mean to. it's simply my opinion about your ugly, pile of shit car. you're fully welcome, encouraged and entitled to have your own horrible opinions and tastes.

if you're wondering about the vomiting sunshine bit. without going into any specifics, here it goes. people who are in that beginning "i'm in love" *gag* phase are gross and completely unaware of things. it's great to be in love, and yes we're all happy for you that you found love while the rest of us are still alone and miserable but please be just a wee bit considerate of the people around you when you speak to each other. you're seeing rainbows and we're seeing roadkill. meet us half way and see colourful roadkill. keep your poems and letters and the constant, "i love you", "i love you more", "no, i love you more" bits to yourselves. you can discuss the rest of the stuff with the rest of us without a problem as long as there are no rainbows shooting out of your ass while we do. it's distracting, not to mention disturbing and takes us to places we don't want to go. other than that, we're all happy for you as long as you respect our gag factors.


zq


p.s. topic of the day. jackass managers, supervisors, co-workers, those people.

25th - twenty-five apparently...bragging rights.

yay! twenty-fifth blog! i finally get a new page on that page where i decide to post a new blog. that's about all that's significant about the twenty-fifth blog.

so, while i was cleaning my basement, i stumbled across some art supplies of mine. art supplies that cost me an arm and a left [not mine, of course] so i decided to paint a mural in my brother's room. then that quickly lead to realizing painting is not one of my talents. so i decided to practice on a small piece of canvas. it turned out a lot better than i expected.

picture [right] - here is the initial sketch of my painting. the two pictures above it are the originals off my cell phone. 2 bucks to whomever can name one of the tracks in my monitor corner.

my sister came for a visit this weekend for the first time since she got married. her, nome [husband] and bob [brother-in-law] came for the weekend. it was so much fun. we didn't really do much. but it was fun anyway. once again, it's really cool how comfortable and informal we are. we ate wings [once takeout, once at the place which was much better. take out wings suck]. we went to a birthday party. we chilled and did nothing. i raped a bunch of people in "free 4 all" hockey [who three got shut out? *bas, mome and nome* that's right barbies and princess *bob*. who's your king and ken *bob*]. we randomly decided to go bowling at 230 at night. i painted a picture. watched the wedding videos more times than i cared to [which is any number higher than zero]. went to tim hortons far too many times in a 55 hour period. it was great. then nome and bob had to go home and they left us had for two weeks. so now we have her back. THAT WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL! as mome puts it.

oh, before i forget, i wanted to take this moment to thank everyone who reads and comments on my blog for two things. one, the man boob discussion. i didn't know people were so passionate about man boobies [if you're confused and afraid, read the blog before this]. second, despite my efforts to never actually mention my name or anyone else's name, it's all over the comments section. thanks for that. i don't really care, but it kinda makes it concrete who i am. i can't deny it anymore, if someone were to ask.

picture [left] - this is the initial black outline. ok, i know you're generally supposed to wait to the end to do this because it covers up little slip-ups and stuff, but i chose to go this way because i really wanted to see bats painted already. let it never be said that i'm a patient man. .

i'm pointlessly tired. which is weird because i don't sleep ever so i should be used to this kind of feeling but this feels worse. i think it's because i'm still recovering from the sickness.

ok, so the painting is done. on to my next project. i bought one thousand popsicle sticks and some glue for five bucks. now, i need something to build out of them. any ideas? that's the discussion topic for this blog. seriously. here, i'll put it in the form of a question. what should i do as my next project? the medium is glue and popsicle sticks. no, i will not dry a bunch of glue and carve something out of it.

has anyone seen the aveo commercial. this dude parks his car, and he gets out to get his kid out of the backseat and he pulls out this huge sumo wrestler guy. "things in the aveo are larger than they seem" it's just a cute commercial and that sumo guy looks very happy about being carried by little wee man.

picture [right] - here is the final product. i didn't turn out as great as i wanted but it turned out a lot better than i expected. i guess that's a mixed blessing of sorts. i'm sorry to all the people i ignored while working on this. now, what to do with it?

that's so sad. someone busted open one of shopping carts to get the quarter out. how badly did you need a quarter. you could have just asked someone for one. or you know, returned the kart. jackass.

i love having a digital camera. it makes taking random, pointless pictures so much easier and way more cost effective since i wont ever print these pictures out. especially now, since my staff discount of fifty percent [which equalled to about 15c a photo] has been reduced to fifteen percent [which is about 25c a photo]. which makes my staff discount price more expensive that most photo finishing palces regular price. bastards. i'm quitting anyway. i don't need this amount of bullshit for a meh paying job.

ok, i'm off. i've got some emailing to do. some arrested development to watch. some cleaning up to do because otherwise mother will kill me. and i think i should take my siblings out to watch a movie. i'm thinking corpse bride.

oh, i just read this blog. it was mentioned on the login page. the porch of doom. it's entertaining and like my blog, about nothing at all.


zq

24th - WTFWJD?

ok, so i haven't blogged in a few days [like one day]. eat me! seriously, only three people inquired about the lack of blog. which means, only three people realistically read my blog. my counter says otherwise, but it's possible these three people are just really enthusiastic and check my blog about thirty-five times a day, each.

i always knew this. but today brought it into start realization. my sister is seriously way too confrontational. some woman called for my brother today and my sister picked up the phone half a second before me so she took the call, before i hung up, i hear, "who are you and what do you want" in that tone she gets sometimes [those of you who know her know exactly what i'm talking about]. now, that would have been acceptable but this was maybe six seconds into the conversation. what the hell did you say lady?

i'm watching tv in the corner of my monitor and it's switched on much [sorry, i only get channel two to thirty down here]. the ciera video, goodies is on which was followed by a brief ciera interview in which she explained what "goodies" meant. i'll give you guys a minute to think about this. young girl, wearing a top that doesn't even go down past her bra, low rise jeans, first driving around with her friends inviting guys to follow them, to later on some sort of club scenes. ok, decide what "goodies" means. goodies means, according to ciera, personal values and morals. raise of hands, who didn't see that one coming?

i've told a bunch of folk that i want the ipod nano. i change my mind, for now. DON'T BUY THE IPOD NANO! apparently, apple doesn't make enough money that when developing the ipod nano, they decided to go with cheap, shitty materials to save cost. basically, they scratch way to easily, even if you take very good, anal-retentive care of it. also, the screen cracks very easily. so anyone who was considering buying me the ipod nano [here's a HUGE F*CKING hint for those of you who can't figure out what i want!] wait two to three months before buying me one.

what the hell is a stole? for the answer, check this out. i have an email buddy. weird huh? tobey sells cookies and other random stuff. i don't think there's really a category for it. if there is, i don't know the name of it. she has a site called taddingtons. according to her site, the category is home and fashion accessories. there is cool stuff in there. contest - first one to find a teacup and saucer in her site and to post in the comments section of this blog gets a prize. tobey and all affiliated people are not eligible for thsi contest. also, anyone outside of a fifteen minute driving range is not eligible. ok, so the answer is, go to her site and check out what a stole is.

"i have never seen someone this handsome go so low brow" john steward on viggo mortensen. viggo did an interview and in the first minute or so of the interview, he started pulling rubber frogs, lizards and snakes out of his coffee cup and pockets and stuff. it's funny because viggo doesn't seem the type to pull this kind of thing. sorry to ruin the fantasy ladies.

ok, i'm about done. the nausea is back. here's what sucks about being sick. i can't read for more than fifteen minutes or sit on the computer for more than fifteen minutes without getting naeseous.

i'm off.

be good.


zq

p.s. here's a question of morality or whatever. from a girl's perspective, would you date a guy with bigger boobs that you? we're talking about man-boobs here. i expect comments and flaming.

p.s. for people wondering about the photosite. i'm working on it. that's all you need to know.

p.s. ok, my title really had nothing to do with anything. whatever.

p.s. you're all jerks. i was sick and blogged and i got one comment. jerk-asses. [i don't care if this p.s. was longer than the blog]

23rd - under these clothes, i'm naked

i feel utterly disgusting. i am going to die.


zq

22nd - suck at life? try suicide!

ello all

once again, i can't sleep. i'm going right after this and this will be quick. back to bed, round two.

just wanted to let folks know, my cell is gone. well, was gone. for a full twelve hours. i felt so alone, so disconected. listen people, i need monies. any ideas, let me know.

i spent my whole day doing random stuff. these are the things i discovered.

- k-swiss canada is retarded. their customer service department is one person.

- shipping rates make no sense

- my printer is god damned slow. it took half an hour to print out 18 pages of text [forms etc]. thats what you get for spending 50 bucks on a printer. bah.

- roger's new speech recognition phone system is so infuriating. i just keep pressing zero until someone answers. they're all dumbasses.

ok, i saw the tubes comericial with the kids doing karate. why do all three of them look sick. they're so pale! and the sunken eyes. what the hell? does that scare anyone else?

ok - i'm going back to sleep. bye.


zq


p.s. you wouldn't think this a normal route if i can't sleep since this is the basement and i'm sleeping upstairs.

21st - this shirt is part of a balanced outfit...

its 7am. guess who's still awake. i've decided to go back to my grade 10 methods. i'm going to go on to a forty-eight hour clock. basically, i will sleep every other day. this means i get eight more hours than everyone else to be productive or vegetate or whatever i want. it worked pretty well in grade ten, i'm hoping it will now too. i believe it was mr. miliners idea.

picture [right] - this was the picture i took for the photo thingy, but now i'm deciding against it because they look like beavers, even though they're monkeys and beavers staring at a banana is strange. not to say a beaver can't enjoy a banana once in a while. just saying, he wont enjoy it at the same level as a monkey would.

today was, well, yesterday was a long day. we went to pick up my sister's wedding videos from the guy. lets just say, neither of us is very happy, but i don't give a shit about that the videographer's feelings. so, i'm not happy, he can eat shit, after he fixes my stuff.

there's a whole long list why i'm annoyed with him. lets not get into it. it's long. i'm right [as always. BRING UP THE CHAIR INCIDENT AND HEADS WILL ROLL or queen street!]

i'm currently wearing my "touch my monkey" shirt which i really like even though i know it's not the most appropriate shirt in the world. i like this shirt. i like monkeys. monkeys are neat.

wow - i suddenly got very nauseous.

picture [left] - this is sunita's picture. she emailed it to me. she was one of two people to do it. since we're gonna change the first assignment anyway (once we're set up and everything) i thought i should post this. here is her blurb about it.

"I know you said that it should be a household item with no function, but everything in the house seemed to have a function. I've chosen these windchimes because although they are supposed to have a function of chiming in the wind, it isn't used for that in this house. We keep these windchimes hanging in the kitchen where you will never find any wind to make them chime, so in essence this is a household knicknack NOT performing its intended function. I hope that satisfies your criteria." - sunita

the other one i got is animals too. i would post that, but i lost the email. it filtered out or something. i don't know.

anyway, have you guys seen the nintendo revolution's controllers. it's a one handed dealy. i'm not sure if this is gonna fly. BUT i have faith in nintendo, they know what they're doing. . . i hope.

ok - nausea not going away. i'm getting something to drink and having a lie down.

night folks.


zq

20th - incident of the insomniac blogger...

i would like to start off by saying, SCREW ALL OF YOU WHO DON'T THINK I'M ATHLETIC! SIDEWAYS!

ok, so i couldn't sleep last night and ended up going to bed pretty later - i think around sixth-thirty. around seven-thirty, i hear my dad get up, get ready, go downstairs to have breakfast. i realize, i'm still awake. then he calls up for my sister and brother to wake up and get ready. this goes on for about two minutes. there's a pause. he calls for me to wake my brother and sister out. it would be funny if it wasn't happening to me. so now, i'm awake, tired and sore for some reason.

so last night i tried this smiling thing. i'm sure you guys have heard of it. you kinda raise your cheeks and your lips go into this boat shape, supposed to show people you're happy or pleased about something. have you ever tried holding a smile? i lasted like ten minutes and it hurt so bad! they weren't kidding about it in tad hamilton. yes, i've seen that movie. i have sisters and both my best friends are girls. i see a lot of shit i dont want to. the notebook for example. anyway, there is some good to that movie. paris hilton's acting debut was cut in post-production. it's in the dvd though as a deleted scene.

picture - kate bosworth pulling a doctor evil. random picture i saw online. but it has a point.

which is this. kate bosworth is irritatingly cute. i know i have anger issues. but if you ever sit and watch tad hamilton, you wanna kill something by the end of it. on the whole, this was unrelated, but smiling still hurts. it takes 17 muscels to frown, 42 [i think] to smile, but none to sit there with a dumb look on your face.

news - bilu is visiting on the 30th! i'm not sure if other people are coming with him. ok, him coming is actually just an excuse for us to go eat wings. we love them wings and possibly a hockey game. so yay! bilu is visiting, but not bob.

oh, a quick note - had is a sellout. she knows why.

also, the people who've made comments about how my blog is about nothing, what were you expecting? seriously, i wonder about this. were you expecting me to share my life story? my my inner and most secret thoughts, my plans for global domination, my issues with clowns and balloons? i honestly would not be comfortable sharing that kinda info with the masses, especially that blog-stalker guy who keeps telling me nobody cares about what i think. i have a hard enough time telling people i'm close to my issues, not about to start publishing them. just wanted to make that clear.

i should however, share with you guys that bob made an excellent point last night regarding my blogging habits.

ok, i'm done. keep flamming...

zq

19th - pirates are way cooler than ninjas...

title - just throwing it out there. what do you guys think. i site with the pirates. especially if space is involved. pirating is my area of expertise... out of curiosity, does anyone actually read the titles to my blogs?

picture [right] - it's always best to start off with cuteness. so, here's sumi dressed for halloween. since i couldn't come up with anything interesting to put and since a lot of you only read my blog for the pics, i decided to go with halloween 2003 for pictures. it wasn't easy either, i had to reach into and sift through the ridiculously vast, vast, VAST [you-took-a-picture-of-every-grain-of-sand-at-the-beach-? vast - hence my earlier comment about photography being about capturing a moment, not the event] archive of family photos.

i would like to direct everyone to the comments section of the "shrine to jungle book" blog because it appears that we have our first flame war. it's about time! flame on homies! as for the rest of you, what the hell are you guy waiting for?

picture [left] - meanwhile, as sumi was being adorable, shiv was trying to be scary. she failed miserably, but it did result in a cool crow costume. here's shiv. the boots are cool...

ok, so i was chatting on the telephone with shiv [while she was avoiding studying] last night and i realized telephones are great. the other thing i realized was shiv is insane. who in the right mind takes a course like that. she read me some sentence out of her text book and it was the most complicated thing EVER. my brain almost exploded. it made no bloody sense. how many big, multisylabled, hard-as-ass-to-pronounce words are needed in one sentenec. the answer is two at the most. not fifteen! if any of that makes sense to you, you're a genius.

so, the guy who hacked paris hilton's cell got finally got sentenced to eleven months in prison. was it worth it? who honestly cared to know the people paris knows? why won't she die? there's this online petition for people who want paris to have a reason to be famous and that reason should be suicide. everyone should sign it. and for everyone who idolizes paris [maureen, "she's sooo deep. you just don't understand her. read her book!"], you need a role model or a beating. you choice. i will provide either or both. contact me for details.

ok, i've been driving for a very short period of time now [3 months i think] and i'm not a huge fan of it. nonetheless here a list of things that annoy me.

- people who speed up when you're trying to change lanes for no good reason.

- people who won't give you room to pass in the right turn lane, when they're going straight.

- people who drive pointlessly slow. going 42 in a sixty is not appreciated [dad], especially in the left lane [thank god he doesn't do that]

and my last point. which isn't meant to sound racist, but it probably is. "i don't mean to be racist, but i'm going to..." this may have a lot to do with me living three minutes walking from pacific mall, but here it is. chinese people [not all, most] and this is why. ok, the eyesight thing isn't your fault but if it's such an issue, you guys shouldn't be driving. it's more the fact that, chinese drivers of all ages are in huge majority completely unaware of their surroundings [once again, possibly linked to peripherall vision but there's also mirrors and ears] and furthermore because you guys are the least courteous people on the planet. won't budge a bleeding inch, wont let a car through, will do stupid shit and if get honked at actually have the nerve to get pissed off at the other guy. once more, not all chinese [or oriental or whatever. chuptas], just most of you guys.

also, at this point we should all support mome's idea of seasonal driver's licences. it makes sense...

picture [right] - me and smuffy. why she looks like she wants to kill me, i don't know. however, these is a long pointless story about us hating each other when we first met. there was violence. well, that's the entire story actually. so, just pointless, not long. those were very uncomfortable contacts.

this dude called today from my bank, selling some security thing. he sounded so rehearsed, it was ridiculous. i asked him to repeat something and he repeated his whole speech, verbatim with the same pitch, pauses and everything. he's been doing this way too long. it scared me a bit and i felt rude for giggling while on the phone but he should know to vary his tone a little. i'm sorry royal bank telemarketer guy.

ok, i'm hungry. really hungry. i'm having hunger pains hungry and simpsons is on. so screw you guys. i'm off.


zq

p.s. don't forget what i said about the flaming...