Thursday, December 31, 2009

New year's eve

Yikes... last day of the year. And last year of the first decade of this century.

The odometer hit an interesting number. Yes, I was in line to turn left. Yes, I know I shouldn't be taking pictures. But I couldn't help it! (Well, this is the last day to use electronic devices when driving...)

Thanks A for making a delicious dinner! While I was away, there was a power outage at home form 4:30 PM to 7 PM. Mom, dad, and aunt Y ate leftover noodles cold without means to cook. The heat stopped too. If the outage persist, we would have to spend the night at brother's. What a new year's eve...

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Red Cross (2)

Rained all day. Awww Awww Awww... (T_T)

Picked up the equipments with brother's help. The warehouse's got stuff piled up all the way to the ceiling. It really was OK not to reserve.

Tried to get yogurt at Save-on but they only have 2 packs with one of them damaged, and all expires on January 7. No, couldn't buy that.

Stopped at London Drugs to see if there's any Ferrero Collection. Yes they had 2! Of course I snatched them up immediately. Only to find out later that both of the boxes were very scratched and cracked. Sigh... Can't use them as gifts.

Ran into an ex-colleague at Michael's. She's gotten out of the production industry and doing landscaping now. Together with S's lunch, this must be a sign for me to give up completely...

Dad wet 7 pairs of pants in 24 hours. I don't know what to say anymore.

Only got 4 hours sleep last night. Kept dosing off all afternoon. Had a... kind of a nightmare. The Pinkys from the online order arrives but they're bootlegs. Hahaha... why... oh why? As far as I know, there's no bootlegs of those ones. Yeah the stress is form my dad. Now that the washroom is all set up with the handicap stuff, I don't want to use it. And I'll suffer from missing knocks. Sigh... (T_T)

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Red Cross (1)

Richmond Red Cross only open from 8:30 to noon. Couldn't make it today. Will need brother's van to pick up the bath stool anyway.

Have been feeling the weather. Lower back gets worse.

The usual Tuesday eat-out with brother's gang.

Monday, December 28, 2009


Went to try out that new crepe place in Aberdeen... It was OK. Not outstanding. A was upset about them selling out ice-cream. Finally got S some dish stand and a kitchen towel poll.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Post-boxing day

(Picture is taken on the 15th and unrelated to subject.)
Finally went to get yogurt, but... A wasn't feeling well so I took him home instead. The monster got me yet again. Normally I should be able to handle that. I think I'm right at the breaking point.

Finally went to London Drugs hoping to get some of those Ferraro Collection. Sold out of course. Only managed to get the 16 pieces Ferraro Rocher. Better than none. Oh well.

Now that the commode is set up in the upstairs toilet, I have to go to the basement every time I need to go. Unfortunately the knock is shy outside home base. It sucks. (Yes I have problem when traveling.)

The itchy skin rash on my neck has been there for over 2 weeks and isn't going away. I see this together with hair lost being a result of stress. Well, at least I can cover my neck up, not like the corner of my mouth.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Boxing day

Took A to Costco for a boxing day deal. Extra $200 off a huge (58") TV. Then Michael's of course for any leftover Christmas stuff, especially those cube cardboard boxes. Stopped by Walmart to pick up miscellaneous stuff including toilet paper which dad is going though like hot cakes. Still no yogurt.

Fog only hit me as something we get in April. Not December. Today was so foggy, a street lamp looked like UFO. Too bad the picture doesn't show too well. This Cannon camera's night mode is not as good as my old Nikon. (Sorry A!) The image on the right is painted to show what it looked like.

Boxing is when you unwrap the Christmas presents, right?

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas day

Got up feeling like a deflated balloon. Mom's feeling it too. It's gotta be the weather. Last night dad was leaking pee all the way from the bathroom door to the toilet. Probably on the carpet outside the bathroom too. Sigh...

Went to brother's for lunch. (More like a feast.) It's my younger niece's birthday. Yup, she was born on Christmas day, and her name is Noel. No kidding. Her official birthday party is at night, but brother set lunch aside especially for us. My niece's friends and their parents will flock to the house so it's wise for us to avoid the crowd. Sister-in-law had been cooking since last night. Wooow... too much cooking! But the food was delicious!

Dinner with A. Thanks! Sorry there aren't many good boxing day deals. And thanks for helping me order those Pinkys online! (And I'm glad you found your Sophia too, hehehe...)

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Ophthalmologist (3) & Dinner

Yesterday was the Goldman test, today was talking to the doctor. Still more tests were prescribed. Seems like there are "weak spots in the back of my eyes"... Until all the test results are back, I guess the doctor can't tell me what's wrong for sure. Next one is in late January. Sigh...

Thanks A for lunch. That weird fan which has only one blade was very unusual.

Thanks R & B for a wonderful dinner and thoughtful gifts! Wish I could cook like that...

Merry Christmas!

Ooooops, I'm late in posting for the previous week. But I'll post this first. The rest will be filled in later. They're written already, just waiting for the photos to be processed.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Ophthalmologist (2) & OT

So I got the Goldman test. The technician might have been in a rush, and did not get the blind spot on my left eye.

Did some last minute shopping. Went to pick up a card from L. Barely made it home for the occupational therapist appointment. She gave us a form to borrow more stuff from Red Cross. Too bad by the time she left, it was too late to call Red Cross for reservation. With Christmas and everything, it's gonna be delayed for a few days. She also extended dad's bathing assist till the end of February since case managers may not be able to see us soon.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Winter solstice

Shortest day of the year today. Also a Tuesday so we ate out with brother's gang as usual. Angel's Cafe has added Christmas dinner menu, so we tried their Angus beef dinner and turkey pastry plus prime ribs. The beef was good, but the turkey pastry was undercooked. Definitely nicer than their regular menu, though.

Well, I'm glad the daylight hours will get longer from tomorrow. Failed to go to Michael's again. Once it gets pass 3:30 PM, I don't feel like going out. (Gets dark around 4.)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Bathing aid

(Picture is taken on the 15th and unrelated to subject.)
The hospital gave us 4 visits from a male nurse to help dad shower. Today's the first visit. Turns out 1.5 hour is too long. He was done well within an hour. I should look into reducing the length and stretching out the number of visits.


(Picture is taken on the 17th and unrelated to subject.)
Had a weird dream last night again.

I was holding an 8-foot American flag at some kind of meeting, in a huge multilevel lecture hall. Beautiful wood panel interior. Someone next to me was holding a same-size Canadian flag. A third person was holding some kind of joined flag. And I was also an assistant to some vice president.

As I walked down the steps, I understood that there was no need to worry about water. People get their water from cactus. There it was, right in front of me, was a gigantic hollowed out cactus stump that looked like a fountain. A lady with dark skin drank from it using a small plastic mug.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Flu vaccine sucks!

(Picture is taken on the 15th and unrelated to subject.)
Got a reaction from the flu shot. Not too bad, just fatigue and headache. But it's enough to slow me down significantly.

Didn't know flu vaccine contains mercury, formaldehyde, and other toxins! I think I will stop taking flu shots from now on. And, drug companies are evil. Looks like the Americans are doomed. I hope Canada is different. The fact that the government is pushing the H1N1 shot so hard worries me. It's exactly the same scenario.

Weird dream

(Picture is taken on the 17th and unrelated to subject.)

Weird dream time.

Don't remember everything anymore. Should have written it down sooner.

I was in a hospital with someone who may be a friend, looking for a certain department. We went down to P2 after looking at signs, but that floor was turn into furniture storage and felt more like a furniture store. But there were still a large segment of rolls of doctors' desks. And one doctor was actually seeing a patient. Lights were dim.

Then we took the elevator but late at pressing the button of the floor we wanted to go to. (Forgot which floor.) It went all the way to the 26th floor which was the top floor. The elevator was one of those that run along the outer wall, and can see outside. My vertigo kicked in.

I was in a relatively spacious stairwell of some kind of old residential building like my old home. Each floor's stairwell seemed to be owned by the flat's owner, and they wallpapered the walls. I went down to the ground floor, met up with someone, handed over something, and went back up. Lighting was dim but warm, like desk lamp bulbs.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Flu shot

Michael's got that evil time-limited 15% off entire purchase including sale item coupon again. Managed to pick up a little bit but wish I had more time to look around. Got my last chiropractor appointment before he breaks for Christmas and new year, so that one's kind of not flexible. Then mom decided to take dad to see the doctor because he's got a slight fever since last night. (Originally I was going to do that yesterday but he got better.) So, crazy schedule. Of course when I'm in a hurry, the world goes against me, like, hitting all the red lights, getting stuck in the left lane with people ahead turning left, or slow moving vehicles. Oh, and lack of parking too. By the time I got to the doctor, it was actually time for chiropractor. Luckily, he's extended his hour today since it's the last day for a while, and I was able to move my appointment to late afternoon.

Just because I was at the doctor's office, I got a flu shot (H1N1). So did mom. Dad had to skip thanks to his fever. (Which turns out to be normal after surgery. So is his swollen scrotum.) Oh yeah the shot hurt like the DJs said, but not right away. It came 3 hours later.

Then... by chance I stumbled across some video online that says there's mercury and other crap in flu vaccines! Aaaargh!!! Mercury?!?!?! I wouldn't have taken the shot if I knew sooner!!!! (T_T)

Friday, December 18, 2009


Finally got a haircut. In the past 3 months, my hair thins to half of what it used to be. (Determined by the thickness of pony-tail.) I'm not taking this stressful dad well. Sigh... (T_T)

Thanks A for lending me your buss pass. It worked out great. It no longer make any sense to try to park Downtown. Again, I was late for almost 20 minutes. Haha... (T_T) Every time I try to get a haircut I'm late. Sigh... (T_T)

After the haircut I had lunch with S, an ex-classmate also ex-colleague. He's working for a small game company but it's doing so bad, he hasn't got paid for 3 cheques. Yikes! Then he treated me to this Japadog hotdog stand on Burrard. It was delicious! (Makes me feel bad when he's not getting paid...) Either way, my hopes of getting back into CG is completely crushed. What am I gonna do now??? (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T)

Made a pit stop at Metrotown. I wasn't aware of the washroom near Cost Mountain Sports. It's fancier than the rest in the mall.

Kitkat: Delivering Thoughts

(Wow, this review is at least 8 months old!)
It's just lemon flavour with a weird name and weird packaging. The name has a pun, and the concept implies that the flavour of love is sweet and sour. (Are you sure? I think it should be more like bitter...) The packaging lets you eat half of the pack and then tear off some cardboard to reform into a half-size box. The design is smart, but the idea is dumb. If you really care about that someone special, will you give him/her a leftover?

The taste... is my cup of tea. Finally, a non-chocolate colour Kitkat that isn't too sweet! The tartness offsets the excess sweetness. However, the smell of milk is still quite strong. And the lemon flavour seems to be mixed poorly. Parts of the bar was too sour.

Thursday, December 17, 2009


Phone call from the social worker woke me up at 9:30. We talked for a bit. She referred an occupational therapist to us. Then the usual phone call marathon from friends and relatives. Including the occupational therapist herself. I get the feeling that she doesn't think we need much help or take us seriously.

We arrived at the hospital at 11:30 to pick dad up. Yesterday a nurse told us to come before lunch. Then the social worker told us to come after lunch. The occupational therapist (after visiting dad) said any time. Well...

He wet himself while we were still there last night, and we forced him to change into hospital gown. Today he's all dressed in street clothes again. When did the gown come off? Did he wet himself again after we left? (Must have!) Geeze I wonder if he slept in those street clothes.

The physio therapist came to check dad's mobility. Dad seems to be fine. In fact, a lot better than at home. Again, I got the feeling that the therapist didn't take us seriously. Maybe dad is doing well enough. Nevertheless we were shown 2 types of walkers. Dad definitely walks better with the one with no seat. So the therapist wrote us a referral for borrowing the equipment form Red Cross. Originally I requested some exercise, but he said an exercise program needs more time to develop. He was going to refer a therapist to visit us at home. However, once he saw that I'd be getting an occupational therapist visit, he passed the ball saying I can get a referral from the OT. Hmm...

Then the social worker was surprised to see us before lunch. She still needed to type me a letter. Meanwhile food came. I didn't know they'd feed dad lunch. The nurses kept saying they needed the bed for someone else, and we should wait in the waiting room. Trying not to complicate things, we had dad finish eating in his room, then went to the waiting room. Shortly after that, the social worker came and gave me a load of info on getting home care support and senior homes. Then, we could finally go home. (Not without picking up some grocery first.) The walker will have to be picked up later because we didn't want dad to wet the car.

Tired. Very tired. Felt asleep at the desk again.
Oops... forgot to book dad's follow up appointment.

And... just as I thought I could finally have a day to myself tomorrow, mom came to tell me dad's balls are all red and swollen. His dick has sunken and disappeared. (Last time she said that at the urologist's office, he checked dad out and said dad's normal. I don't know if this is just mom worrying too much. I sure don't want to see dad's dick. Sorry. Nope. No thanks. No way.)

So, tomorrow. Looks like I'll need to take him to the doctor again. Sigh... And I got plans already. My 2-months overdue haircut, and lunch with an ex-colleague, who might possibly lead me to a more proper job, which I desperately need. Dad, or job? Sigh... I'm going to hell.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Post op

Mom didn't wait for me to get up and went to the hospital alone. Phone calls were poring in from friends and relatives. I ended up arriving at the hospital around 4, but it worked out fine because the free street parking I managed to find has a 2-hour limit (no limit after 6).

Dad dressed himself in street clothes first thing in the morning and kept saying he's going home. One of the nurses was going to let him leave. (NOOOOO!!!!) Turn out he thought the semi-private room he was transferred to cost money. I explained to the nurse and she understood. Dad had a slight fever anyway and I didn't think they can release him like that.

To my surprise, dad lost his appetite! At home he eats like he's gonna empty the fridge! It must be the anesthetic.

Mom's church friend came visit and told us we can get home support from social workers. I put in a request but they've gone home already. Oh well, tomorrow.

The vampire showed up. Well I'm glad it wasn't yesterday or tomorrow.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Dad got up twice to pee. We had to keep him from sneak eating or drinking, so none of us got any sleep. Mom started packing lunch before 4 AM. The cap showed up slightly early and we left at 4:58 AM. Anticipating bad driving condition because of the snow last night, we gave it 45 minutes. It takes me about half an hour normally. That's during work hour, though. In fact, There's hardly any cars around, and the snow turn into rain and washed away almost everything. It only took less than 15 minutes to get to the hospital. It was about 5:10 AM when we arrived. The pre-admission office opens at 5:45 AM. We were the fist in line. Other people eventually showed up.

We were then instructed to go to the perioperative care unit, where dad got hooked up to IV and prep for the surgery. (When I help him undress, I noticed he's got crap on his underwear. Yuck!!!) Nurses, anesthetists, doctors all stopped by to have a chat. Things were on schedule. 7:15 to 11:15 surgery (but we were also told that the actually surgery only takes 2 hours). Mom and I went to (try to) rest in the less busy area outside nuclear medicine. Sill, enough traffic and noise to keep me from sleeping. 10:30 we had to stand by in the designated waiting room to wait for the doctor. 11:30 doctor came and gave us a report. The surgery went well. Dad's got incisions on both left and right groins. Then we ate the food we brought right in the waiting room because their chairs are nicer. (Yup, tired.)

Technically speaking, we could sneak in and see dad in the recovery room. Although we were told that we can't, but the doctor said, aneurysm patients go to the more intensive care area, which allows visitors. However, one at a time, and we have to buzz. So, mom and I went there to take a look. It wasn't user friendly looking at all, so we decided to wait for dad at the ward on the 8th floor. He should be transferred there around 1:30, but he didn't show up until 3:30. Luckily there was a couch for lying down in that waiting room, so I took advantage of it, although still couldn't sleep.

Dad's doing fine, but still not allowed to eat for the rest of the day. And he's confused. At first he was in sleeping mode, but later he woke up, removed the oxygen sensor and try to unplug stuff, wanting to take home the cables. (Sigh... ) Then he thought he was going home with us, and became argumentative. (Sigh...) He didn't even remember he just had surgery. (Sigh...) He shouldn't feel the need to go pee because he's got a catheter, yet he said he'd better go pee. (Sigh...)

If he gets too confused for too long, a psychiatrist may be sent and put him on psychiatric drugs. In that case, his release may be postponed. I don't mind letting him stay for long, since the hospital can give him better care than we can, but I have to go for my grossly overdue haircut on Friday. Definitely don't want to miss that one. Well... we'll see...

Brother came pick us up and we did the usual Tuesday eat-out near his place. He went cross-border shopping yesterday! Yike! Right into the snow when he came back.

Came home, sat down in front of the computer... didn't take long for me to dose off. That's why I'm writing this now. Tomorrow, let's see what time I can get up. Then it will be to the hospital again. (Sigh...) This is when I wish I had a netbook or laptop.


(Photo is leftover from Friday.)
No food after 4 PM and nothing to drink after midnight. Dad just went to pee and then drank water. I don't know if it's just his "routine" and he's not thinking, or his "I'm always right and whatever I do is right" personality. Need to get up at 4 AM. Looks like neither mom nor I can get any sleep tonight.

I wonder...
What's God thinking? Or trying to do to us?

Monday, December 14, 2009

More snow!

OMG it started snowing late afternoon and the forecast says 15 to 20 cm by tomorrow morning! Well, there's no way I'm gonna drive to the hospital on these frozen roads. Dad has to check in at 5:45 AM. So we booked a cap to arrive at our doors at 5 AM. Oh dear... will I be able to get any sleep?

Went to pick up a few things in the snow. Including emergency Christmas candies, toilet paper which my dad uses a roll a day, salt, and food for tomorrow. Yup, the ground is slippery alright. Luckily I didn't get stuck on that dangerous spot in the back alley like I did last night after dinner.

And dad keeps doing annoying things, like draping the towel for wiping tables (dirty) onto the clean dishes, pulling the sliding door out for 3 inches, and keeping folded napkins outside and on top of the holder. There is absolutely no hope, isn't there?

Sunday, December 13, 2009


First time snow accumulated this winter. (It snowed a little on Friday, but luckily didn't stick.) My boss suggested me to skip work on Monday since her area's got way more snow. Well, with my driving skills and 17-year-old car, I don't think I can make it up the mountain anyway. I'd take her advice. So... after 3 months, I can only get 2 days of work. Pathetic. (T_T)

Uncle Y treated us and my brother's gang, and aunt L and aunt Y to dinner. He used to cook turkey at home for Christmas relatives gathering. I guess he's either past that phase, or getting old.

Seems like dad's crown has fallen off. I cannot understand why he keeps saying it's find and deny fixing. Mom had seen him holding the gold crown in his hand. So it completely came off. I do notice in the past few days that he's been eating slower and his dentures don't make that clicking sound. Which means he's not chewing normally. Yet he still insist it's fine. Stubborn old man. Sigh...

(Yup, he put the crown in his dentures cup. I saw it too. Regretting not to take a picture.)

Saturday, December 12, 2009


(Pictures are leftovers from yesterday.)
No energy today. Kept napping in front of the computer despite sleeping in. It could be stress from the last two days of medical appointments. Or, more likely, the approaching vampire.

Friday, December 11, 2009


Dad's anesthetist appointment. Didn't expect the hospital to give us a translator. She's got a braced leg from Polio. Just when I started to ask about how to get into the field of translator, situation was interrupted. The conversation never recovered. Oh well.

Besides talking to an anesthetist and a nurse, dad got a bunch of tests done. Cardiogram, blood pressure, blood and urine test, chest x-ray. We weren't told about the urine test and dad went to washroom right before. Ended up going back after the x-ray.

The whole thing took 3 hours. Ate out at Victoria's Kitchen afterward. Too hungry and forgot to take Pinky pictures at the restaurant.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Another bad dream

(Photos are borrowed... OK, stolen, from the web. )
Had a bad dream when I dosed off at the desk.

Can't remember all the details.

There were 2 main scenes. I was in a huge indoor gym with hardwood floor completed with a stage not unlike the one in my high school, and half of it was a huge swimming pool. Somehow I had a bet with someone, and must dive from the tallest tower. I climbed up the Eiffel-Tower-like metal structure, and stood at the tip of the platform. When I was getting ready to jump, I looked down, and saw that the height was like 4 or 5 story. Yes I'm afraid of height. My knees went weak, but I still couldn't stop staring down. I kind of knew it was a dream and wanted to jump, but my body refused to. After a while my knees got so weak I had to sit down. People started gathering behind me waiting to jump. So I finally gave up and declared my defeat. Then I slowly climb down the tower.

The journey down was surreal. The number of "floors" and their size increased. Many were occupied by small vendors like night market booths, even with lighting hooking cleverly onto the metal structure. I paused at a booth that sold... was it small figurine key-chains, or beads? Or both? Looked at some stuff for a bit, then someone I've been trying avoid showed up. Turn out that person is the owner of the booth. Crap. I continued with my way down. When I reached ground level, I talked to a young boy at pool side, but can't remember what the conversation was about.

The second part of the dream was about driving my dad to his aneurysm surgery. Of course mom was in the car too. Somehow we were in some small streets near the Homantin railway area. Streets were narrow and meandering. I needed to make a U turn, and "borrowed" the driveway of a garage. When I tried to get out of there, I got stuck, touching the wall on the left. Another car tried to pass through the gate at the same time and nudged my right. Here the dream became surreal again, and the nudge turn into a big hit. I got out and inspected. Looked like my car was T-boned.

Height and car accident. Both are my fears. Why would they show up together?


Had my ophthalmologist appointment today. He did a bunch of exams, but I didn't get to ask any questions. Didn't seem like my medical history was sent to him. So I told him about my accident, missing chunks of visual field afterward, and how I've been going to St. Paul's for Goldman test for several years but slacked off. He then said he'd set up the test for me, and left the room. I thought he'd come back in a bit, but instead the receptionist came and told me to wait at the front desk. Another appointment was set up for the test.

If I knew he wouldn't come back, I would have asked more questions. 9 AM was too early for my brain to function, so I missed a lot of symptoms that I should have told him, like how I don't see well straight ahead and tend to tilt my head. How images look blotchy. How the 10 cm straight in front seems to "have something". How solid lines look broken. Well... I've gotten so used to all these, I tend to forget. Bad... bad.

At least I heard him mumbled "good" after he tested me for glaucoma.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Parking conspiracy?

(Although it's a parking sign, picture is unrelated to subject.)
Turns out I need to take dad to see the anesthetist on Friday. This means I'll have to skip work. After 3 months, all I manage to get is 2 days of work. (Thanks to my boss catching a cold between her two trips.) Doesn't look like she wants me over because she's done no Christmas shopping. Which means, it might be highly possible for me to have no work between now and Christmas.

Next week is dad's second aneurysm surgery, so Tuesday to Thursday are gone. Then Friday, my long overdue hair cut. Monday is set up as a work day, but I can't count on it. No fair! Hey I need a budget to do Christmas things too! Can't even afford to send a few parcels... Sob sob sob sob... (T_T)

Why can't the anesthetist appointment be on the same day as the surgery? If they can do it with day surgery, why can't they do it all the time? The hospital must have a share from the parking profit! Evil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Tuesday eat-out

As usual, brother's gang came and we ate out. Their problematic daycare customer issue is still not resolved. My sister-in-law ran around for information and talked to many departments. What that unreasonable parent did was blackmailing. It was a price issue and could have been resolved peacefully, but he threatened my brother and made everyone unhappy. Does he realize his kids are still attending this daycare till at least end of this month? What a stupid parent!!!

My grandaunt passed away last night. She was 99. The phone call came at 6 AM. It was soon after we were done dealing with dad's crap. To think about it... these two incidents seemed to have happened within an hour of each other as if linked. Creepy....

Finally over

Mom went downstairs to wash dad's crap-filled pants. Turns out there are plenty of chunks inside the pants. She soaked it in a bucket unknowingly and the water turn.... (sigh...)

Really didn't want to see it. Dad had a trail of crap down the back of his legs. Besides washing the crappy pants, mom had to wash him up too. I can't deal with it. All I could do was to lit scented candles and open the doors to let fresh air in. It's really cold. -7 they said? Better cold than stinks.

Got a headache. Must be from the foul smell.

Are we gonna be all like this when we grow old? When my time comes, there will be no one around to take care of me. I'm pretty sure. But I'm equally sure that I won't live too long either. So, we'll see.

Again, women living longer then men is a curse. They end up having to care for their ill husbands, and suffer greatly in the process. In my dad's case, most of his original personally is gone. What's left is gluttony and selfishness. No one is having a good time, especially mom.

I wish my death will come swift and painless, and not cause anyone any trouble.


I think dad's started to crapped his pants. He's in the washroom right now (yes, 3:30 AM) and pooping.

Stinks like hell!

Scented candles are no match.

Mom's up too. Dad denies he has crapped his pants, but he's in the washroom naked from waist down. And it shouldn't stink this much if he hasn't done it. He said his pants are off because they were wet from peeing.

(T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T) (T_T)

Hell, hell, hell...
He no long knows he should flush. Mom has to tell him to flush.

Stinks so much, I want to puke...

Monday, December 07, 2009

Lindt: Orange almond

Wow... that mystery giant Lindt bar is available again! Maybe it's a Christmas limited edition?

Can't believe my boss brought me a Pinky from Japan! It's gonna snow tomorrow! (Wait... it's winter and it's possible to snow anyway... never mind.)

Here's the stocked up review from months ago.

Lindt: Orange Peel & Almond???

Despite its massive size, I can't find any info online! Unable to read the finer text on the package in this photo, I tried to find out the proper name of this product online, but no luck! Not even a single picture! Looked under limited edition, looked under discontinued. Nothing at all. I'm shocked!

Anyway, this was on sale at London Drugs. Thanks Andrew again. (Just in case you wonder, no I didn't eat much. Only a few squares.) It's very good. Other than my usual preference of pure chocolate, there's nothing negative to say. Almond is almond, and the orange peel provides the lightness and fruitiness. They are a good match with chocolate. I wonder why this isn't on their regular line.

Sunday, December 06, 2009


The monster won again. I lost. There's just no hope for winning. As usual, I always do things I'd regret later.

Saturday, December 05, 2009

Bay crazy

Just because I got a Bay credit card and received a 20% off coupon (good only when using the card), I went on a shopping spree today. Well, all of them was A's stuff.

Last night's dream qualified as a nightmare. I was with a bunch of people who I may or may not know (didn't matter because I didn't feel uncomfortable with them), and we were in this huge metal pot as big as a small room, being cooked alive. We were all going to die. The executioner explained to us the process and how it shouldn't take long. Once we are cooked, we'd be reduced to dust. Then he chopped up a bunch of garlic and added them to the pot. Somehow I understood it was solely for improving the smell. Then the fire was lit. Everybody lay down and waited for the end peacefully. I asked the person next to me, "What happens when I'm gone, and the doujinshi my Japanese friends sent me arrives in the mail?" Some people lying in the bottom layer began to say "it's started, I can feel it"...

That's it. There was a second part that I was in some kind of mall, and some kind of shop. At the cashier, a sales lady was fiddling with some flocked Ultraman SD figurines...

Was it scary? Hmm... not particularly. Maybe a bit claustrophobic. It's just really, really, strange.
The scariest dream happened when I was a teenager. I was being executed at home in the bath room, in front of the sink mirror. Someone put a gun to the lower right of the back of my head, and fired. Everything went black instantly. I could feel the bullet entering my skull, and myself dropping to the floor. Couldn't see, couldn't move, I just lay there in the dark wondering why it's not over yet. For how long? Can't remember. Felt like a few minutes. Did it hurt? Not really. But it felt so real, I wonder if it was from a past life.

Oh well.

Friday, December 04, 2009


Looks like their theme is Nut Cracker. So... this must be Clara? Scary...!!

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Video card driver

(Happened to be chiropractor day.)

Download video card driver



Primary and secondary monitor swapped places

Everything is on the right monitor but the cursor got stuck in the left

Couldn't use the computer

Turns out... instead of trying to go right with the cursor, I just needed to go left. I feel soooo stupid!!!!

Thanks so much for the help, Andrew.