tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57347172011-04-21T14:34:02.422-04:00Rants, Ravings and General LunaciesDearly beloved, are you listening?Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comBlogger1871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1125064113181613112005-08-26T09:47:00.000-04:002005-08-26T09:48:33.186-04:00I'd just like to say that I love Virgin Radio UK. Even if it is owned and operated by a mega-congolmerate. The music they play is a TRUE mix. None of this top 40, high-rotation crap we put up with here.Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1124122250487951172005-08-15T12:07:00.000-04:002005-08-15T12:10:50.493-04:00I haven't posted in a while because things have been really messed up lately. The good news is that I think I'm finally done with C. Over the span of a couple weeks back in July, I put her aside and I think she's gone for good.The bad news is that I essentially lost a close friend when I put her aside. And on top of that, I think I've lost another close friend because of other events. Having lostVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1123606056489164782005-08-09T12:46:00.000-04:002005-08-09T12:49:06.713-04:00Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1123082090682696282005-08-03T11:11:00.000-04:002005-08-03T11:15:49.926-04:00com·pre·hen·sion n. The act or fact of grasping the meaning, nature, or importance of; understanding. The knowledge that is acquired in this way. Capacity to include. Logic. The sum of meanings and corresponding implications inherent in a term. pro·gres·sion n. The process of progressing; progress. Movement from one member of a continuous series to the next. A continuous series; a sequence. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1121867243873309622005-07-20T09:46:00.000-04:002005-07-20T09:47:23.880-04:00As much as I tried, I could not stop time.Here's to being 26!(btw: the moon landing was faked 36 years ago today :)Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1121368660791332402005-07-14T15:16:00.000-04:002005-07-14T15:17:40.796-04:00Were I to unleash my fury right now, entire worlds would be obliterated.This has nothing to do with C.....surprisingly enoughVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1120661007967732532005-07-06T10:36:00.000-04:002005-07-06T10:43:27.973-04:00So last night at the gym, I was taking a break between sets when I saw a girl up at the front desk who looked very familiar. I went over and spoke with her and it turns out that we were in the same Grade 6 class. The first class I was in when I came to Canada! I hadn't seen anyone from there in almost 15 years so it was good to catch up with her. Apparently several of the kids are now married andVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1120272341431061342005-07-01T22:44:00.000-04:002005-07-01T22:45:41.436-04:00Why are women so emotionally complex? It's like trying to understand the workings of a fission reactor with only a high-school education in physics.Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1120152673682870332005-06-30T13:22:00.000-04:002005-06-30T13:31:13.690-04:00My house went on the market around 9PM on Tuesday night. Wednesday night we had a showing. Thursday morning (today) there was a showing. And apparently there's a showing tonight as well.It seems the house has generated much interest and this baffles me as there are no gold bricks buried between the floorboards. My other major concern is that if this house sells, I'm going to have to move FAST to Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1119456763039990292005-06-22T12:07:00.000-04:002005-06-22T12:12:43.046-04:00OK. I've had a bad week so far and I feel the need to do something. Take a step. Throw myself to the world. Something like that. So I'm going to post my biggest fear. It may be obvious to some, less so to others. But this is my deepest fear ever. I'm afraid that I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life and whatever I do I'll have to do it by myself. There.It's said. And I'm not just talking Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1119365801065925662005-06-21T10:50:00.000-04:002005-06-21T10:56:41.073-04:00It's like the entire fucking city forgot how to drive this morning! No less than three (3) (iii) cars today were signalling right and then pulled left in front of me to cut me off! Added to that, the BMWs and Mercedes just don't have turn signals installed apparently, so they can't signal at all. I'm thinking about petitioning the manufacturers to install signals on all luxury cars. Oh, don't Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1118677713246686582005-06-13T11:39:00.000-04:002005-06-13T11:48:33.253-04:00Ok. Let's delve into the realm of the impossible (or highly improbably) for a bit. If you had a time machine that could only make one return trip, where (when?) would you go and what would you do?Would you go to the past and meet someone long dead? Would you relive a fantastic moment of your life? Would you go to the future and bring back technology to sell? There are millions of things you couldVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1118333789008864242005-06-09T12:13:00.000-04:002005-06-09T12:16:29.036-04:00TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The SurveyName:The Artist formerly known as FishBirthday:July 20th 1979Birthplace:Port of Spain, TrinidadCurrent Location:Toronto, CanadaEye Color:BrownHair Color:BlackHeight:5'8"Right Handed or Left Handed:RightYour Heritage:A lighter shade of brownThe Shoes You Wore Today:matching ones....(Sketchers brown, brushed leather)Your Weakness:A hernia....oh and cute Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1118156606011425602005-06-07T10:41:00.000-04:002005-06-07T11:24:11.680-04:00So I've been tagged by my friend Jason, who was tagged by someone else. Those crazy Conservatives! I knew they'd get us sooner or later....Number of Books I Own: Approximately 150. But, to be fair, at least 40 of those are textbooks of some sort. These are just the books that I've kept on my shelf. If you were to count the books in the basement (which include many books from my childhood), the Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1117812445855935402005-06-03T11:21:00.000-04:002005-06-03T11:27:25.863-04:00Have you noticed that a lot of phrases are being broken down into words comprised of the first letter of each word? IMHO: In my humble opinionROFL: Rolling on Floor LaughingThis disturbing phenomenon sprang to light in full today when I went to ebgames.com to see if anything new and interesting had come out. I was looking at the Bestsellers section and saw the folling list:LOTR: BFME DVDMGS3: Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1117509175347540252005-05-30T23:06:00.000-04:002005-05-30T23:12:55.373-04:00After a brief intermission, we join network programming already in progress:So, a lot's happening now. a) I'm back in school. One exam has already been written and I'm going to start work on my term project tomorrow (I hope). b) I'm turning vegetarian temporarily. My health issues that have plagued me for the past year have not gone away and the doctors are just sitting in their ponds, quacking Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1115833149443723362005-05-11T13:38:00.000-04:002005-05-11T13:39:09.450-04:00You Are an Old SoulYou are an experience soul who appreciates tradition.Mellow and wise, you like to be with others but also to be alone.Down to earth, you are sensible and impatient.A creature of habit, it takes you a while to warm up to new people.You hate injustice, and you're very protective of family and friendsA bit demanding, you expect proper behavior from others.Extremely independent youVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1114485139793790632005-04-25T23:09:00.000-04:002005-04-25T23:12:19.793-04:00When does it get better? For years I've heard people say, "Things will get better." or "You're due for some good luck." Yeah...when?I mean, I guess I shouldn't be complaining. I have a roof over my head. I have food. I have transportation. I'm not dead. But really, if I've gotten to the point where I have to seriously look at these four items and try to be thankful for them, have things not gone Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1113842772792924882005-04-18T12:43:00.000-04:002005-04-18T12:46:12.793-04:00"I got dosed by you andCloser than most to you andWhat am I supposed to doTake it away I never had it anywayTake it away and everything will be okay " - Red Hot Chilli PeppersVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1112972874030826132005-04-08T11:05:00.000-04:002005-04-08T11:07:54.030-04:00Fina-fucking-lyI don't have a lot to say, hence my lack of posting. Life is pretty much crappy right now and I think I've done enough complaining on here to last a lifetime. And on top of that, blogger doesn't want to bring up the 'new post' page. I finally got it after 20 mins today. For now, here are some lyrics. It's all I can think to post:"I've been through the desert on a horse with no Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1110561899055781142005-03-11T12:21:00.000-05:002005-03-11T12:24:59.056-05:00Very frustrating week. The last straw was when the Bell DSL package came in the office today and I saw that my Bell assigned password is 'christine1'This coming after trying to talk to her on Wednesday and getting yelled at because I always seem to call during dinner. Then trying to call her last night but getting no answer. And just generally having a hard time. It's shit like this that makes meVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1110506585924411232005-03-10T21:02:00.000-05:002005-03-10T21:03:05.926-05:00I wish I was stronger. I wish I had more courage. I wish I was normal.Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1109905190107427652005-03-03T21:59:00.000-05:002005-03-03T21:59:50.110-05:00A year has passed since I wrote my noteBut I should have known this right from the startOnly hope can keep me togetherLove can mend your life butLove can break your heartI’ll send an s.o.s. to the worldI’ll send an s.o.s. to the world- StingVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1109615830081691892005-02-28T13:37:00.000-05:002005-02-28T13:37:10.083-05:00I'm starting to get extremely angry with the creative community as a whole. Perhaps I should clarify and explain that my anger is geared towards the 'business executives' that feel it is their right, nay, their DUTY to bend each and every consumer over and give them the surprise of a lifetime. And just as if I were being literal, some will like the experience, many will not. Warner Studios is Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1109346113019407832005-02-25T10:38:00.000-05:002005-02-25T10:41:53.020-05:00My friend Jason just bought a condo. This isn't really a big deal for somone in his mid-20's, but I just realized how far we've come. I've known this guy for almost 15 years. We were in elementary school together! I used to play videogames with him over a modem, or on a BBS system. Now he's gone and bought a condo and I'm probably going to do the same later this year. It's almost frightening how Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1109006537940721772005-02-21T12:14:00.000-05:002005-02-21T12:22:17.943-05:00Do you ever feel that your life is so out of control you don't know what to do? I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, but I'm blindfolded so I can't see what's coming next. I was happy on Friday and Saturday. I met C for dinner on Friday and we had a wonderful conversation and it was...well it was just plain nice. She left to go out of town after that and I expected her back last night, but I Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1108609858527804722005-02-16T22:04:00.000-05:002005-02-16T22:10:58.530-05:00OK. So there was a meeting this afternoon in which I'm sure much was decided about my fate. I can't get into the details but you can know this:I was not present. The meeting was between two parties that are basically trying to figure out the best way to arrange the situation. One of the parties involved is going to be PISSED if I get what I want. That person has called me twice since the meeting Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1108434811129682292005-02-14T21:33:00.000-05:002005-02-14T21:33:31.130-05:00I walk a lonely roadThe only one that I have ever knownDon't know where it goesBut it's home to me and I walk aloneI walk this empty streetOn the Boulevard of Broken DreamsWhere the city sleepsand I'm the only one and I walk alone- Green DayVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1108003061233413942005-02-09T21:34:00.000-05:002005-02-09T21:37:41.233-05:00I'm FREAKING out right now. The people I work with called my boss and things are out in the open and up in the air. My boss may try to sue me. I don't know. He doesn't have a leg to stand on, but that won't stop him from trying.
I've tried to be open to both parties (client and my boss) in this whole matter, but part of me is afraid that I kept something crucial from one party and I never Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1107796685487060082005-02-07T13:16:00.000-05:002005-02-07T12:18:05.486-05:00Yes. My last post was a bit of a tanrtrum. Yes, I hang my head in shame. I'm just under a lot of stress right now. I'll try to post something positive for my next post. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1107731681151214972005-02-06T17:56:00.000-05:002005-02-06T21:03:59.423-05:00You know, right now I think I'm God's punching bag. Stress is at an all time high and every facet of my life is starting to fall apart.
You know about the job. I'm still up in the air with the contract. It could go very badly or it could go well. Hopefully well, but it's still unknown and undecided. You definitely know about C. We're talking again, but not like before and it's not good. I miss Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1107403305440309802005-02-02T22:59:00.000-05:002005-02-02T23:01:45.440-05:00She won't talk to me now. At least she won't return my MSN messages. And when I called her last night, I got the brush off.
Why is it that the most horrible thing I can tell someone is that I care deeply about them? I don't understand how that's such a bad thing. But bad things happen when I say it. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1107284409131741852005-02-01T13:58:00.000-05:002005-02-01T14:00:09.130-05:002 hours until another unpleasant conversation. It's been quite the week so far and it's only Tuesday.
I have to go into my boss' office, tell him I need to make more money and then tell him that in order to do that, I need to take one of his contracts and he'll lose 65k a year in gross income. Then, I may have to tell him there's nothing he can do about this legally.
I don't like this. I hope Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1107187226746467112005-01-31T11:00:00.000-05:002005-01-31T11:00:26.746-05:00My faithful bloggers,
It has been an eventful weekend. So eventful that I am composing this post in MS Word because it may be rather lengthy. Then again, it may not. I can’t see that far ahead right now.
Friday came and went with few problems. Saturday night was planned for JP’s birthday. JP is the girlfriend of my good friend BM and she requested my presence there that night. JP had met C Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1107122329830213222005-01-30T16:56:00.000-05:002005-01-30T16:58:49.830-05:00I told her.
Her response: "You know that can never happen right?"
me: "ok"
I'm the perpetual perfect friend, but never good enough to progress past that.
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1106756727607262712005-01-26T11:24:00.000-05:002005-01-26T11:25:27.606-05:00 What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1106582027855624212005-01-24T10:37:00.000-05:002005-01-24T10:53:47.856-05:00Hoo-Boy. What to say? Where to begin?
Accomodations
So last night, I'm at Brent's house and my mother calls me to tell me they're going to sell the house I'm living in and I should look for somewhere else to live. Yay mom. Call me on my cell to tell me the good news.
See, the tenant has finally had enough of me and is moving out mid-February. I thought we were going to get another tenant, but Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1106240169949013072005-01-20T11:54:00.000-05:002005-01-20T11:56:09.950-05:00BBC Comedy Guide
Look up 'Allo 'Allo. That's one of my all time favourite comedies (next to Fawlty Towers). I was even laughing so hard during one episode, I impaled my hand on a nail when I slammed it on the table.
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1106196179040128132005-01-19T23:36:00.000-05:002005-01-19T23:42:59.040-05:00I've been trying to figure out what exactly it is I do. I don't know. I'm not talking about work, or school, or anything like that. I mean in a larger sense. What is my part in the world or in my selection of people I know?
When bad things happen there's supposed to be a tradeoff to keep the balance of the cosmos. You know how it works. You get treated like dirt, but it's ok because you helped Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1106066521743896332005-01-18T11:37:00.000-05:002005-01-18T11:42:01.743-05:00Apart from work, I have very little human contact and it's starting to wear on me. I come home to an empty house, I clean it up, I make something to eat, I watch TV and then I read or do some work. Sometimes I go to the gym and if I'm lucky I'll see someone I know there and get a 5 minute conversation out of it.
It's cold outside, it's depressing inside. What to do? I used to speak with C all Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1105721632932221752005-01-14T11:53:00.000-05:002005-01-14T11:53:52.933-05:00I am suddenly in the mood for some British humour. Allo Allo, Blackadder, Fawlty Towers, etc. I think I may go buy some DVDs this weekend. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1105210585764056472005-01-08T13:49:00.000-05:002005-01-08T13:56:25.763-05:00So it's officially one week into the New Year. I hope that not too many resolutions have been broken :)
Nothing much new on the C front. She's still crabby, and I'm still hoping she'll cheer up sometime soon. I had a discussion with a friend and it was concluded that she would probably end up picking up some guy in a bar and starting a new relationship like that. It's probably true and it Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1104854135857069102005-01-04T10:49:00.000-05:002005-01-04T10:55:35.856-05:00Let's step aside from the issue of C for a minute. Mainly because she's been extra crabby lately and quite selfish. But it's to be expected as she's just been through a breakup.
Anyway, let's step into the realm of my tenant. I got a note from her today asking me to 'please put out my trash and do my laundry before 11PM' as she has to get up at 4AM for work. Now sweetheart, as much as you have Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1104511386932374612004-12-31T11:42:00.000-05:002004-12-31T11:43:06.933-05:00Here's hoping Everyone has a Happy New Year.
ps: The 'Tumor' is no more. Not sure what to do now.....Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1103731042193704402004-12-22T10:54:00.000-05:002004-12-22T10:57:22.193-05:00Oh the weather outside is frightful!
(-25 weather early this week)
But the fire is so delightful.
(apartment building burned to the ground in Montreal in -25 weather)
And since we've got no place to go,
(I still need to pick up groceries and a couple presents)
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
(25-35 cm of snow tonight and tomorrow)
Despite all the hardships and sorrow in the world, please Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1102002348614928912004-12-02T10:44:00.000-05:002004-12-02T10:45:48.613-05:00So hopefully this weekend I'll get to see a*c for the first time in almost a year and give her back the DVDs I pilfered last time I saw her. I can't imagine how much she must be pissed over losing 2 seasons of Futurama for almost a year. Maybe I should pay rent on them or something. But I guess it evens out because I taped Ent for her for quite some time.
I just wish I hadn't kept the DVDs for Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1101313473589769052004-11-24T11:16:00.000-05:002004-11-24T11:24:33.590-05:00In an effort not to sit here and whine about "Carrie" again, I'll talk about my new game.
Yes, that's right. I FINALLY have a new game I can play for hours when I'm bored. It's called World of Warcraft. For those of you that don't know, it's an online game where you play a character and interact with other people playing other characters. There are quests and areas to explore, monsters to kill Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1100706627497697442004-11-17T10:37:00.000-05:002004-11-17T10:50:27.496-05:00Thought of the Day: The same kids that had trouble colouring in the lines are now the adults that have trouble driving within the lines.
C is having a bit of a freak-out. As I mentioned before, she wants to move to Edmonton. But as we all know, that costs money. She JUST got into the workplace a few months ago and she's freaking out because she doesn't have as much saved as she thought she Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1100229288690055182004-11-11T22:14:00.000-05:002004-11-11T22:14:48.690-05:00I've just been described as the male equivalent of Bridget Jones.
I don't like that....
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1099933438298586342004-11-08T11:59:00.000-05:002004-11-08T12:03:58.296-05:00It's all happening so fast.
I'm still sick and I've gotten news about 2 close friends of mine moving in with their girlfriends. It's about that time in life to grow up I guess. It's just scary being left behind. Now I know what those kids who failed 6th grade felt like.
I don't know what to do for a social life when everyone's all moved in and 'married'. It used to be that I'd be out every Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1099500398032442612004-11-03T11:40:00.000-05:002004-11-03T11:46:38.033-05:00ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kerry called Bush to concede. What kind of BULLSHIT is that? This is the second 'election' that never actually took place. Ohio was still counting the votes when Kerry called.
I don't give a tiny rat's ass if it looks grim. Stick it out till the end. Don't fucking concede! Now we have a fucked up election and 4 more years with Major Asshole in command of the Earth's most Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1099317370866585502004-11-01T08:55:00.000-05:002004-11-01T08:56:10.866-05:00Fish sick. Fish no like. Fish talk like caveman.
.....where's my blanket?Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1099061899942255952004-10-29T10:52:00.000-04:002004-10-29T10:58:19.943-04:00There Can Be Only One
It's done. I've counted them up and I think I'm the only single person left in my group of close friends. There are about 8 or 9 people in that group and I'm the one left standing.
It's a bit of a distinction I guess. They all come to me when they're free for an evening. Or I'm the guy to come to when they just want to hang out or shoot the breeze for a bit. It's not bad.Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1098373441182461512004-10-21T11:35:00.000-04:002004-10-21T11:44:01.183-04:00Same complaining...different look.
So let's remove ourselves from the crap dealing with C, my parents and the hellspawn that is my tenant.
I want an Xbox.
Yes, I know. I'm going to be a spoiled brat if I buy one, but there's this one game I really reallllly want to play. I love to play RPG games, but not hard-core ones like Dungeons and Dragons. I like more simplistic type like Zelda and Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1098240429862639492004-10-19T22:46:00.000-04:002004-10-19T22:47:09.863-04:00My family doesn’t listen to me. I’m sure all families are the same, but mine’s really pissing me off right now. My bedroom is right above my tenant’s bedroom. I moved into that bedroom back in May of this year and it took about 4 weeks of movement to get everything packed away and have some semblance of order in there.
2 weeks ago, I got a call at midnight. It was the tenant asking me to ‘stop Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1097852238288126792004-10-15T10:44:00.000-04:002004-10-15T10:57:18.286-04:00So it seems like this is the week for music. I went to join up with Brent at the gym last night and we got there about 30 minutes before the mall closed, so he decided he wanted to get a new cd. We walked down to the HMV in the mall and started to browse. Brent got all excited about a $15 copy of 'The Wall', but it turned out to be one big tease as they had no more in stock. We spent about 20 Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1097770247278537592004-10-14T13:00:00.000-04:002004-10-14T12:10:47.276-04:00A View to a Kill
On a whim yesterday I ambled into my local (non-Hillcrest) HMV and decided to buy a new cd with something upbeat I could listen to at the gym. While pondering my choices, I came across the 'Deluxe' edition of Weezer's Blue Album. This was a double cd with the original tracks remastered for quality, as well as a disc of B-sides. The price? Only $54
$54!!!!!
This is what causes Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1097620283659503352004-10-12T18:26:00.000-04:002004-10-12T18:31:23.660-04:00I think I'm getting sick. This is what Thanksgiving has done to me. I'm not thankful for it. And on top of that, I HAVE to be at work super-early tomorrow because people need me to hold thier hands while they log on to the system. Seriously...not cool.
Finally, today someone said they need technical support for thier Hotmail account as soon as I come in tomorrow. Que? When did I become Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1097509186865750162004-10-11T11:38:00.000-04:002004-10-11T11:39:46.866-04:00Superman is dead. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1096557313264877272004-09-30T11:02:00.000-04:002004-09-30T11:17:26.286-04:00Advice to the Advisor
I'm torn. No, let's not say that. I'm not torn. I'm....frustrated. Not with C as you might think, but with two particular friends (who don't even know her very well) telling me that she's no good for me. I know they mean well, but I'm not about to let other people tell me who I should or should not be seeing. Not again.
They keep telling me I could do better. That I Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1096388014125182872004-09-28T11:55:00.000-04:002004-09-28T12:13:34.126-04:00The Doctor is [IN]
People come to me for advice and I don't know why. I get asked questions about life, relationships, jobs, cars, kids, family and everything else under the sun. And the funny part is I seem to give decent advice because people keep coming back to me for more.
I thought at first that they just wanted someone to listen, but then they stopped talking and prodded me for my Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1096048222262443012004-09-24T13:41:00.000-04:002004-09-24T13:50:22.263-04:00Computer Woes
It seems that when a*c got her Macintrash, the demons from her PC decided to invade mine. I've been having odd crashes, freezing, lockups and other glitches for the past few weeks. I believe I'll have to format the system to exorcise the demons.
I used to wipe my system clean and re-install everything every 4-6 months when I was younger. Now, I've gone almost a year without doing Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1095873080193315362004-09-22T13:03:00.000-04:002004-09-22T13:11:20.193-04:00PVR Report
So yesterday I picked up the card for my computer that will allow me to record video in the right format. I picked it up at FutureShit after I had been to Best Buy to purchase THE TRILOGY. As an aside, when I got into BB, there were fewer than 10 copies of the widescreen set left. While I was there, 4 left the shelves. I grabbed my copy and ran.
Anyway, I set up everything nicely Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1095789991394586562004-09-21T14:05:00.000-04:002004-09-21T14:06:31.396-04:00"Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid." - Han SoloVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1095693054317503172004-09-20T10:53:00.000-04:002004-09-20T11:10:54.316-04:00Hmm. It looks like it's been a while since my last real post. The truth is that I'm so busy these days, I'm always tired and not energetic enough to rant or rave about much. Don't misunderstand me now, things still bother me, but I've just been too lazy to blog about them.
So, with that in mind, let's see if we can recap the past few weeks in point form:
- Went up to LA's house in Parry SoundVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1095303813147877912004-09-15T23:03:00.000-04:002004-09-15T23:03:33.146-04:00I should blog. It's been almost two weeks since I last blogged. Does this entry count?Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1094137205224207122004-09-02T10:55:00.000-04:002004-09-02T11:00:05.223-04:00So I survived the weekend. But just barely. Having my parents stay in my house...in my room, for 48 hours is not my idea of a relaxing weekend. And throught it all, they're acting as if I have nothing to be stressed about. They came, they made a mess, disrupted my life and expected me to be happy about it. Hey, I don't mind if they show up and they're doing what they do. Just don't look at me andVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1093531929808391922004-08-26T10:35:00.000-04:002004-08-26T10:52:09.806-04:00Yesterday was not a good day. Even with all the people being happy and joyful, I thought I had escaped the horror of the day when I got home and ate lunch. However, it was just beginning.
I called my mom to ask her where she wanted to have her birthday dinner and after some talking, she says, "By the way, you and I have to sit down and have a serious conversation about you living in that house. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1093460397104336762004-08-25T14:57:00.000-04:002004-08-25T14:59:57.106-04:00There are too many fucking people contacting me out of the blue to tell me they're engaged. They keep going on and on about how happy they are and how the world is so wonderful. One of them even had this story about how she's known this guy for 8 years, they never dated, but he proposed to her out of the blue and they're engaged and happy.
Well the lot of you happy people can just fuck right Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1092928228947262812004-08-19T11:09:00.000-04:002004-08-19T11:10:28.946-04:00There are too many truck drivers driving their slow-ass trucks in the left lanes. On a 4-lane highway, the trucks need to keep to the two right lanes. NOT the two left lanes. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1092760103029579412004-08-17T12:22:00.000-04:002004-08-17T12:28:23.030-04:00Haven't updated in quite some time. I just haven't felt the need to document anything I guess. Life is pretty much the same. I've been hanging out with Brent and AG a lot over the past few weeks. I think I'm averaging 1-2 nights home each week. Other than that I'm over at Brent's cooking up crazy schemes or playing board games.
C is in Guelph still, but she's coming back on the weekends, so I Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1091639136932619242004-08-04T12:50:00.000-04:002004-08-04T13:05:36.933-04:00Let's see. It's been that time of the year where a lot happens, but when you think about it, it's really not that much. In short:
a) C isn't moving in September anymore. She and the tumor decided not to move out to Edmonton quite yet. She can't afford it and it doesn't make sense. I could have told her this months ago, but she wouldn't have listened to me. :)
b) My cousins came up to stay in Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1091199068600620002004-07-30T10:37:00.000-04:002004-07-30T10:51:08.600-04:00Ok. It seems like a day for a rant or two.
Attention drivers! I am not clarivoyant! I am not psychic! I am unable to read your minds! If you wish to change lanes, use your signal. This will alert me to the fact that you're going to try to move your big-ass SUV into my lane. Therefore, I will ease off the gas and slow down so you can gently coax your big-ass SUV in the lane. God-forbid you take Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1090943397380401972004-07-27T11:49:00.000-04:002004-07-27T12:21:45.366-04:00http://public.fotki.com/Fishy007/
PicturesVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1090853708395216982004-07-26T10:46:00.000-04:002004-07-26T10:55:08.396-04:00Well the birthday gathering at the pub was a success. I was expecting about 15 people, but ended up with only 8. Despite that, I had a really good time. Many pictures were taken (153 to be exact) and much ado was made about nothing. In short, it was a blast.
a*c didn't show up and that royally pissed me off since I made the time and effort to gather up the Ent tape as well as her DVDs and I Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1090518502212714822004-07-22T13:48:00.000-04:002004-07-22T13:50:19.476-04:00
Which Nigerian spammer are You?Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1090343141469882262004-07-20T12:48:00.000-04:002004-07-20T13:06:23.556-04:00"You're the birthday,
You're the birthday,
You're the birthday boy or girl!"
- Senior Beaverotti (Simpsons)
Happy Birthday to me!
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1090277418838027102004-07-19T18:45:00.000-04:002004-07-19T18:50:18.836-04:00So for the past few years, my parents have been giving me cheques for my birthday and Christmas. I never cash them. I know they don't have a lot of money and I'd rather my little sister get use of the cash.
I made the mistake of letting this slip in a conversation with my mom. She started to cry and basically pointed out that I'm an asshole. And I am. I really didnt' realize how much this Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1090262548836647722004-07-19T14:41:00.000-04:002004-07-19T14:42:28.836-04:00Everyone thinks today is my birthday. Parents, relatives, co-workers. Am I going crazy? I think I was born on the 20th, not the 19th. But everyone has wished me a Happy Birthday today? Maybe being born on the 19th instead of the 20th with provide me with better karma.
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1090169102993616552004-07-18T12:43:00.000-04:002004-07-18T12:45:43.210-04:00' When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail." ' - Jack Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1089933416030849522004-07-15T19:09:00.000-04:002004-07-15T19:16:56.030-04:00You know. I've been having a shitty day. Work was ok. Nothing went horribly wrong (thank God). But in general, I've just been having a shitty day. So I decide to call C up seeing as I haven't spoken with her in a week. Turns out she's already gone to see the Tumor in his hometown. He waltzes into town and she forgets all about me. I guess I have to learn to live with that though. Once she moves, Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1089816538739327412004-07-14T10:30:00.000-04:002004-07-14T10:48:58.740-04:00The tenant downstairs is annoying me greatly. She seems to have no regard for anyone else but herself and my dad is bending over backward to give her whatever she asks for. She's the daughter of my parents' friends, so she's entitled to a discount on rent, but that doesn't mean she has to be a class A bitch. Which is what she is fast becoming.
For $700 a month she gets the following:
- kitchen Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1089742763503520952004-07-13T13:56:00.000-04:002004-07-13T14:19:23.503-04:00Ok. So I haven't posted in a while. I've just been really busy and also really lazy. It's a good combination I think. Keeps my mind off of certain people....well, until just now.
Anyway, the super busy weekend started off with playing cards as usual on Friday night. I was hoping we would end early as I knew I'd have to wake up before 8 the next morning, but we kept going until about 2AM and I Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1089205323306779642004-07-07T09:01:00.000-04:002004-07-19T14:45:35.903-04:00KHAAANNN!!!Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1089128783705742992004-07-06T11:45:00.000-04:002004-07-19T14:44:47.786-04:00Another Dell horror story. Straight from the USAFVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1088790447380531822004-07-02T13:18:00.000-04:002004-07-02T13:47:27.380-04:00Do you think it's difficult for a single person to survive in today's world? I'm in my mid 20's right now and I guess things aren't that bad. A lot of my peers are in relationships and things are not the same as 3 or 4 years ago. However, I can still go to a cottage with some of them and have fun, relax. I can go to a movie with others and I can have the occasional concert trip with some. HoweverVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1088609986604093542004-06-30T11:30:00.000-04:002004-06-30T12:10:10.856-04:00It's been about 5 days since the operation and things are getting better. I have more mobility and I can actually sit down and stand up without excruciating pain. It's only regular pain now. All in all, the entire experience was not horrible, but it's not something I'm eager to repeat.
I went into Shouldice Hospital (specializing in hernia repair) at 1:30 PM on Thursday June 24th. I wondered Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1088448557078963002004-06-28T14:47:00.000-04:002004-06-28T14:49:17.076-04:00Haven't blogged in over a week! I've been in the hospital since last Thursday and I just got out this morning. Still in some pain, but alive and hobbling. :) Surgery went well and I'll post the adventures of Fish in Shouldice later. For now, I'd like to lie down a bit.
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1087488977329515552004-06-17T12:09:00.000-04:002004-06-17T12:16:17.330-04:00More Complaining
Yeah. I know I'm complaining a lot lately, but hey. It's my blog. :p
So she told me she was off to Guleph until the weekend, but on Wednesday night, I see her on MSN. I, thinking something has happened, MSN her and ask how come she's back in the Hill. No response. She goes into 'Away'. She comes back online. She goes into 'Away'. All this over the course of 2 hours or so. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1087319970774600202004-06-15T13:19:00.000-04:002004-06-15T13:19:30.773-04:00Imagine the race of Yoda-men in the office, around the water cooler:
Yoda 1: Hello, Bill.
Yoda 2: Morning, Hank.
Yoda 1: Finish that proposal, you did?
Yoda 2: Yes, finally. Quite a chore, it was.
Yoda 1: That Henderson, he is a slave driver, eh?
Yoda 2: Yes. To kick his ass I'd like. "There is no try, only do." Asshole he is.
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1087252029836648462004-06-14T18:20:00.000-04:002004-06-14T18:27:09.836-04:00I think she's gone. Tomorrow is her last day around here. She got a job with the City of Guelph and she's moving out there for the summer. It's 95% a done deal. And then when she's done there, it's straight off to Edmonton.
I didn't realize I could feel this bad...but still be happy for her.
The funny thing is I'm a selfish prick when it comes down to it. Am I worried about how she'll cope Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1087228432791208622004-06-14T11:44:00.000-04:002004-06-14T11:53:52.790-04:00I may be looking at the beginning of an actual life for myself here. My buddy asked me what day this week would be good for going to the driving range. Usually I'd respond with something like, "Any day man. I have no life!" Today my response was, "Late Wednesday or Thursday evening. I have a movie tomorrow night and Wednesday I'm going couch shopping in the afternoon."
WTF?
When did I become Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086977866735173952004-06-11T14:17:00.000-04:002004-06-11T14:18:28.810-04:00(I couldn't resist)
Elvish or Yiddish?
BY STEVE KRODMAN
- - - -
1. A Elbereth Gilthoniel
2. Lorelindorenan
3. Geyin D'rerd Dort'n
4. Mellon
5. Parma Eldalamberon
6. Quenya
7. Keyneyin Hara
8. Malach Hamavis
9. Glorfindel
10. Osmon Hatgelt Furtmon
11. Arwen Undomiel
12. Chaim Schmiel
13. Elavil
Answers:
Elvish: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 11
Yiddish: 3, 7, 8, 10, 12
Mood-Altering Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086965095762076362004-06-11T10:38:00.000-04:002004-06-11T10:44:55.763-04:00Feeling a little out of touch with the world this morning. I think it's because it's chilly and feels like fall.
This weekend will either be very productive, or very lazy. There is no middle ground. Hopefully a*c will come up to the Hill on Saturday still and we shall go to the new Ikea to peruse the offerings there. Maybe I shall purchase a couch and/or dresser. If nothing is found there, thenVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086921560586732512004-06-10T22:39:00.000-04:002004-06-10T22:39:20.586-04:00"Somewhere over the rainbow,
Skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true."
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086879868481215812004-06-10T10:24:00.000-04:002004-06-10T11:04:28.493-04:00Taking a cue from a*c (since we went to the same high school and all...)
OAC Yearbook - Reloaded
Nickname: Fish, Fishy, Fisheroo
Aspiration: Bruce Wayne with a Geeky twist.
Probable Fate: Tech support lackey for some rich person ; Emperor of the Caribbean
Embarassing Moments: Prom '98; Anderparty II and III; Losing the right winshield wiper of my old car on Yonge.
Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086748140507767102004-06-08T22:24:00.000-04:002004-06-08T22:29:00.506-04:00Went to see the Harry Potter flick with C this evening. At the end of the movie, she's shifting in her seat like she has to use the bathroom. After it's over, I ask her if she has to go and she says no. However, my bladder is full. I tell her I have to go and she fumes. I come out of the bathroom and she's huffing and puffing. She makes no conversation as she heads off to the car. Sighing all theVishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086711895617294162004-06-08T12:24:00.000-04:002004-06-08T12:24:55.616-04:00Ham and Eggs: Temporary job for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086657526749365602004-06-07T21:10:00.000-04:002004-06-07T21:18:46.750-04:00Again I'm watching "My Best Friend's Wedding" again. Why? Because I'm a sucker for punishment and I'm bored. I think I'm going to make a concerted effort to turn the TV off at the next commercial break. Vishalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09297318893705347001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734717.post-1086621436786646742004-06-07T11:16:00.000-04:002004-06-07T11:17:16.786-04:00My name is Hamlet. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
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