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| Long time no post. Perhaps my time at some other social networking site has rendered this weblog as unnecessary? I don't know.
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The other day, by the gracious offer of a buddy of mine, I got to attend the Olympic Womens' Hockey game featuring Team Canada vs. Team Sweden. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought ahead, and had brought a really small jackknife on me (it was looped onto my keychain). There was plenty of warning: it was plastered all over the news that security would be as tight (if not tighter) than at the airport. I could have left it at home. I could have left it at work. I could have left it with my girlfriend, or even called her to ask her to come over and help pick it up from me before I went through security check. Disappointingly, and without really thinking things through, I abandoned it at the security checkpoint. I tried to reason with security to see if there was some way I could reclaim it after the game, going all the way up to the supervisor at the venue, but in the end, it was still a bad decision on my part to have abandoned the gift I got from my girlfriend a couple of years ago.
She has every right to be disappointed at my lack of foresight, for not using my brain even up to the last opportunity to save the item, and for discarding such an item of great sentimental value. She even has every right to be upset (if she wanted to). I should've known better, and I should've... well, it's spilt milk now.
I suppose I could've just bought a replacement item and pretend it was the original, but that's not me. I would rather own up to my own mistake and deal with the consequences, then try to cover things up with a decoy and pretend nothing happened. The basis for any relationship - be it from simple friendship, to family, to lovers, to lifelong partners - is honesty. A relationship that is without honesty, that is not built upon truth, will always be on shaky ground and have a higher likelihood of falling apart. Even though I know that confessing to her will cause her to be disappointed at me (and will cause us both some degree of unhappiness), I would rather admit the truth than have to constantly lie about it.
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| Lately, I've been finding myself looking for music that I haven't heard since my university years - or, in some cases, as far back as early high-school.
Recently, I've re-introduced myself to the brilliant songwriting, intricate guitar work, and meaningful lyrics of the Tragically Hip. Within a matter of a year, I've nearly decupled my collection of their CDs (that 10x, in case anyone's asking). I've also actively sought out CDs from rap acts (yes, rap) such as Digital Underground and Dream Warriors (I was only half-way successful in that regard). Billy Joel and Talking Heads are a couple of my recent acquisitions over and above that. I'm also considering getting (if I can find them) CDs from Crowded House, Blue Rodeo, and I'm always on the lookout for a replacement to my lost copy of Black and Blue's self-titled album 藍與黑 (they're a Hong Kong band - too bad Sony won't be doing a re-release of the album anytime soon).
Maybe it's because I have a bit more disposable income now than I did in University, maybe it's because of the fact that many recordings from back then (when tapes were more prevalent than they are now) have been converted to digital form, maybe it's because I enjoy the challenge of a good hunt, maybe it's because their songs bring back nostalgic memories of yesteryear, or maybe it's because those songs are just written so well that they've withstood the test of time - whatever the reason, I'm now in "Seek and Purchase" mode.
God save my bankbook. (Oh wait... :P ) | | |
| Thanks, Vancouver Canucks - it was good while it lasted. | | |
| 是否我太過執著於一些可能得不到的道歉呢? 我覺得不是。
小時候，父母和教師教我有錯就要認。
無奈，近幾年有些人（朋友，家人）對我不起，但不肯認錯。
道歉不會要你死的。
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| So tired. I don't know if it's the residual bits of the flu talking to me, or if it's "shell-shock"esque fatigue of the daily grind, or if there's just something generally wrong with my body. All I know is I want to take time off to rest up.
Sadly, no rest for the weary. My next "break" won't be until after year-end. Damn. | | |
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