If you believe yourself unfortunate, because you have loved and lost, perish the thought. One who has loved truly, can never lose entirely. Love is whimsical and temperamental. It comes when it pleases, and goes away without warning. Accept and enjoy it while it remains, but spend no time worrying about its departure. Worry will never bring it back.
Dismiss, also, the thought that love never comes but once. Love may come and go, times without number, but there are no two love experiences which affect one in just the same way. There may be, and there usually is, one love experience which leaves a deeper imprint on the heart than all the others, but all love experiences are beneficial, except to the person who becomes resentful and cynical when love makes its departure.

-Napoleon Hill

Have you ever argued with someone about something and have a absurdly over the top reaction, relative to the situation, manifest itself? Sometimes it’s not really about the situation at hand, but something else behind the scenes and both parties might not even know it. It could have been something simmering over years and years and suddenly boil over, just because nobody nipped it at the bud. Why can’t people just communicate fully and honestly? If he’s not good in bed, tell him. If her breath is atrocious, tell her. I hate being stuck in such a predicament, and would rather be blunt if it came down to it and I really cared about the friendship or relationship.

Luckily, most of the time I just don’t give a rat’s ass.

It was a tip from my cousin, that there was a pre-sale that was going to happen Monday morning, even before the public knew. He’s a real estate agent, you see. What was going to happen was that morning at 11am, they were going to pass out numbers. In the evening you would go back and they would call out the numbers for you to make your pick, sort of like what happens when you go get your passport.

Well on Saturday afternoon, he tells me that there are people lining up already. This was the line to get in line!!! By the time I get down there I’m the 34th guy. There were basically that many people that were camping out to get a unit. What’s funny is that they were pretty much all Chinese. What’s up with Chinese people and condos? If you rent one, you are more than likely paying some Chinese person’s mortgage off. I thought to myself, “I’m Chinese, I need to get in on this!”, so I did. It was pretty fun, hanging out with a couple of my cousins and meeting some interesting people over 3 days, including the Raptor. I lined up till Monday morning, got my number and went in to work late. They were going to start calling out numbers at 7pm in the evening. I zipped back down there after work. The whole time I was worrying about how I was gonna pay for all this.

When 7pm rolled around, they started calling out numbers. One by one, all the coveted units were pretty much all gone. Each number entitles you to buy 2 units, so I’d get the 68th pick out of what turned out to be about 75 units. Luckily my uncle somehow managed to amass a few extra numbers, and gave me #21. My number got called at about 11pm. I managed to get a decent unit, not my first pick but it was a still a 2 bedroom corner unit. Also luckily, one of my cousins in New York was willing to split the condo with me at the last minute. Everything falls in place, as long as you give it a chance to.

I got home at 12:30am that night. Right now I’m happy, broke and exhausted.

I drove up to my friend Peter’s cottage in Bancroft last Friday, knowing full well that there would be 15cm of snow over the weekend. It was good times all around. I won’t go into further detail, but there is potentially embarrassing video in existence. Luckily I just met guy in possession of it and he doesn’t know too many of my friends.

Despite the knowledge we had of the weather, I had no idea it would be such hell on the way back. We wanted to go back Saturday evening but I got too hammered. It was still snowing anyway, so we decided to leave the next morning. We all got up at about 7:30am (8:30 after adjusting for DST, ugh) on Sunday. It took about an hour of shovelling and pushing to get all 6 of the cars out of the driveway. Not long after we started on our way out and while we were coming down a slope, I saw one of the cars behind me start to lose control and go into the ditch. We all stopped and tried to figure out a way to get them out. Luckily a nice man from a nearby house came out and provided us with a rope. We used the Jeep in our group to pull the car out and were on our way again, only slowed down by another hour. Woohoo! (By the way, this was the only car in the group driven by a female. Conclude what you will.)

The drive on the way back was pretty bad as it fluctuated between raining and snowing. There was a stretch on the highway where we had to drive at 50km/h behind the snow shovelling truck because visibility was so bad and there was no traction. The normally 2.5 hour drive took us about 3.5-4 hours.

Winter is over?!