Monday, April 27, 2009

Sakura

Blooming...
If memory serves me right, all the sakura were gone by mid to late April... There's something wrong with the weather, or the world. It's gonna get hot soon, and the flowering season is shortened. Will there be enough time for bees to make honey and to fertilize plants to produce fruits?

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Beads

The Michaels' in North Van seems to have better selection on sale than the one in Richmond. Or maybe the good stuff are usually gone by the time I get there.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Neck

Did a lot of cutting and furniture lining yesterday. My neck is killing me... (T_T)

Friday, April 24, 2009

No brain, no wash

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Well, I haven't caught dad drying used toilet paper anymore, but he's definitely loosing his mind. Mom asked him to get chicken legs from the freezer, and defrost half of them. He defrosted them all. Somehow he managed to put into the recycling box a palm melon plant that mom was going to plant, and of course someone took it. Possibly a neighbour. Dad also isn't washing himself properly. He doesn't wash his legs and feet. Mom found that out because he stinks too much. Now she has to aid his shower. Then she found out one more thing. His dick becomes so short, it virtually disappears. How does he pee, then? It sticks out when he needs to pee, he said. All these, I didn't want to hear and don't want to know. Sigh...

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Rash

Looks like that rash around my mouth I had last summer is coming back. It might have been my very last SebaMed lip balm that I try so hard to use up every last bit. Somehow it's not sold in Canada anymore. (T_T) Yeah, this last stick may be a bit old. It could have expired. Don't know without an expiry date, though.

The other reason might be the Shiseido skin care product sample I got from my Japanese trip. It's supposed to be good stuff, but a bit too weak while the heat is still running 4 in the morning. And, it doesn't have any SPF.

My, my, the Japanese are so generous. In here when you get a sample, it's a tiny tin foil pack no bigger than a one-tea-spoon sugar pack. Over there, they give you a whole week's supply, completed with toner, lotion, and facial cotton. All in its own specially designed package. Nice! (Well... who pays for that? Of course, whoever buys the product.)

Either way, I'm using the medicated ointment from last year's dermatologist visit. Hope it works.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Time for daiper?

Dad started to wet his pants. No, it's not like he can't hold it, but he spills when he goes. According to mom, his dick only has one inch left, so he can't aim well. (I didn't want to hear that and have no intention to verify it. Guess this is due to his prostate condition.) Somehow he dislike using the hand-held urinal and still pees directly into the toilet. He'd rather use the small tea cup which he puts his pre-torn toilet paper squares in. Of course it's not big enough to hold all the pee. When it fills up, he tries to empty it quickly. But need me say more? He doesn't stop the flow when emptying the tea cup, thus of course wetting his pants. Solution? Put the tea cup away.

Dad needs to get up and pee about 3 times throughout the night. Last night he seemed to have wet all of his pants. Instead of washing them, he just hung them to dry in the laundry room. Super gross! Mom woke up to find dad wearing summer pants while today's high is 8 degrees. All his winter pants are used up.

I've never seen mom this frustrated. Dad is like a walking zombie. Not much brain is left. Whatever he does, he screws up and you must clean up after him. Whatever you tell him to do, he doesn't listen and keep doing things his way. Mom even said, get me when you need to go pee, and I'll hold the urinal for you. But I'll be spending all my time and energy cleaning up after you, I can't do anything else.

Dad also has this weird thing about "making things more convenient". Upper picture: bottles of junk food for him. Notice the cracker being extracted out of the can and put on top of a jar. Lower picture: water storage. Notice he extracted a piece of napkin and placed it on top of the container. Both pictures: his obsession on glass jars and bottles. I hate it with all my heart.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Daigaku Imo Kitkat

Daigaku Imo... Imo is potato and daigaku means university. I kept thinking it's some kind of special potato dish that you only get at university open house or something. Like those food vendors in front of temples. (Haha...) Actually this is a kind of Japanese treat made with fried sweet potato and syrup.

Enough said. Back to the review. You can smell and taste the sweet potato alright. It's kind of strange when you realize this is chocolate. But somehow it works and actually quite nice.

Did not expect to see it locally, but yes, Candyland imported a shipment.