Thlayli is the Lapine name for Bigwig, the rabbit Lika is obsessed with from "Watership Down". Unfortunately, finding a picture of Bigwig is impossible, so Karen will have to do. Lika isn't shedding any tears over that ^_~

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Tuesday, September 18, 2001--12:35 p.m.

I have a BIG annoucement to make

*clears throats*

It took me long enough but on the more-or-less one year anniversary of the posting of my first message on the Sakura Board, I finally signed Alison's guestbook ^_______^

Love you muchly, Alison!!

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Tuesday, September 18, 2001--12:25 p.m.

Under Ammie's Thrall

Fixed the name of Ammie's blog link, initially brought on by her saying that my boy Bigwig was just "some bunny." Then realise that "some bunny" could mean a very good thing, like "some pig" for Wilbur. :D Your blog page looked like mine did when UTT first came up. *hugs Alison to death for her current layout* Good luck in finding a picture of Daisuke. I'm sure there are people who will be more than happy to help you get up him. We have been waiting a long time for you get a blog *beams* You'll get used to the html though. If I did, anyone can.

Satsuki-chan I think you might like Blue Rose Falling. It seems like your kind of stuff.

I'm feeling miserable right now. My eyes ache, my head aches, my throat is sore, I got a runny nose and I'm sneezing my brains out. Seriously, I feel like parts of my inner head are being blown out of my ears everytime I sneeze. I hate having a "dold". And it's suppose to rain later on when I leave for home too and I didn't bring my raincoat or umbrella. Swell. I can't get into hotmail here at school and the internet is so damn SLOW here that I'm writing this on wordpad. Blah!

I'm one those people who goes by sentiments, not logic. If I'm feeling miserable, the whole world sucks. If I'm feeling great, the world is a wonderful place to be. Even my opinions are painted by sentiments. I think most of us are. Even if you prove to an God-believer that he doesn't exist, they won't believe you because they feel Him/Her. Same for abortions and death penalty and stuff like that. Someone can give me very good points for having an abortion and I'll probably think it isn't right. Why I find no one's opinion changes in debate. S/S and S/K battle it out not to change opinions but because it's fun to argue, I believe. The only way someone's opinion changes I believe is if they sees, reads, listens, or watches something that changes how they feel. One moment you hate Mulder and Scully together, on comes on a really sappy Shippy episode and the grass on the other side looks greener. No logic, just a change in preference.

Anyways, that's how I explain why I believe abortions and the death penalty are wrong and any other opinion. I read Tokyo Babylon, saw little dead girl say she wasn't part of her mother and wished to have had her own choices in life and I was against abortion. Saw an execution in China and was against the death penalty ever since. I can't explain in Reason 1, Reason 2, Reason 3 form like some people can. It feels wrong/right to me and that's it. Could I change my mind? Sure. When the sentiments strikes me again. It doesn't make my opinions less valid, even if I switch back and forth eight million times. I think most of us make opinions based on emotions, not logic or reason.

So if anyone wants to ask me why I believe the death penalty is wrong, I hope they're happy with "It just feels wrong". Because I can give them a long list of why it is (boy, can I ever), but in the end, while it may help them see things from my POV, it won't change their mind or fit into their worldview. They're just going to have to accept that I think differently from them.

That said, I want to add that there are somereasons and common sense to my opinions and they're better than anyone'e else!!! Bwahahahahahahaha!!! *runs off laughing hysterically*

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Monday, September 17, 2001--11:08 p.m.

Good old fashion screaming

*dances with joy*

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! EVERYONE, THE MOON KITTY HAS GOTTEN A BLOG! AMMIE-CHAN GOT HER BLOG! IT'S ABOUT TIME TOO! WHOO HOO! ^__________^

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Monday, September 17, 2001--11:04 p.m.

Coincidence?

I was going to write a blog entry yesterday about putting knives or daggers or a bottle of poison in coffins and then Malice sends something that's totally relevent. Ye Heavens, that was evil, girl! (Have I mentioned how much I love you yet?) And scary because I spent the whole night before thinking about that very thing. I'm beginning to think we did establish a dreamlink of sort.

Anyways, about putting sharp things and poison in coffins, it's always been a fear of mine that I'd be bury alive. We're reading seventeenth century plays where they drink potions that make them appear dead and I find the whole idea ghastly. Imagine someone slipping that in my drink and waking up in this tight box when I can't move, can't breathe, and just stuck there for however long it takes me to starve to death. For kindness, I think we should have knives and swords and stuff so if someone does wake up in a coffin, they can fumble around in the darkness, find the knife or bottle, and slice themselve or drink the poison, and mercifully end their life. I'm sure the Catholics won't hold it against them.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2001--10:41 a.m.

Yeah, so the pastor at my church (I'm not a Christian, but my family is) believes that what happened at the WTC was an act of God because forty years ago, the States kicked God out of schools and institutions and such, and forty years in the Bible always mean "trial." "That's where they're so many shark and bear attacks this year." Now that we all know why that happened, I wonder if he would be so nice as to tell us why the war in Rwanda, the poverty in various part of Peru, and the Killing Fields in Cambodia took place. Someone offended God there too?

What kind of a stupid song has "Want rice, bitch?" as its chorus? Entitled Asian Pride no less *guilty smile*

Why only part-time? Why not a full time pimp?

Plague has been replaced. Loki looks good though >^-^< And the layout has sort of a BEAST feel to it. Really cool stuff, Satsuki-chan^_^

I was ten minutes late to French class today, mostly because I was freaking out over something I think I screwed up royally, but I apparently didn't. I love my French professor. She's from actual France and proud of it. She asked us in French who won the World Cup this year and one guy said, "Italy" and you should have seen the "Excuse me?" look on her face. It was so funny. Mind you, my French sucks. I believe I have better vocabulary than most of the class ("J'aime beaucoup dormier"), but my pronounciation is horrible (J'aime is not pronouced "jam".) My Rs aren't long enough, my o too long, and I can't say that "eu" sound. I can't say "merci" or "musique." Is it moo-seek or miu-seek? Who knows? Well, other than these(*throws peanuts*) people*grin*

So Seishirou phones yesterday (I love talking to you!) to let me know s/he's going to take my Subaru away from me. I DARE YOU TO!

...though actually, I might not. Azure might ^_^ But if you're still chasing after my Alison, I'm afraid we'll have to duel it out at my brother's wedding.

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Saturday, September 15, 2001--04:58 p.m.

Making Merry with the Long Distance

What? Alison, I thought you already accepted the proposal! We were planning the guest list and everything! *burst into tears* In that case I will propose to you the next time I phone you then. *hugs back* I didn't think you sounded off at all, especially since I did surprise you and all. And don't feel guilty about not phoning anyone. I did it for mostly selfish reasons ^_^

I have to agree with Meta-chan and say that I love your accent, Satsuki-chan. The North American one must sound so flat and rough to you guys >_< I hope I didn't sound too much like an airhead;) It was really late so I'm afraid I didn't get much sensible talk about myself either. I hope your mom doesn't hearing "Can I speak to Satsuki-chan?" in English for a while. lol.

Meta-chan, think you can make it to my brother's wedding? ^_~ And Anna, thanks again for the email.

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Saturday, September 15, 2001--04:35 p.m.

Late! Late! For a Very Important Date!

Ow-ow-yoooowwww Ali!, sorry for the belateness on wishing you a Happy Birthday >_< I will go back to smacking myself, but first, let me sing a song to celebrate this joyou occasion:
De Camptown ladies sing dis song
DO-DA, DO-DAAAA!
De Camptown races track five miles long
OH DEE DOO DAAA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Gwine run all NIGHT!
Gwing run all DAY!
I'm going to bet on the bobsleigh nag
Somebody bet on the bay!
There's absolutely no significance in that song whatsoever except I *really* enjoy singing it :) And wanted to embarass the hell out of Ali :D Have a great year, girl! And yes, Fong Sai Yuk is an awesome movie. I'm so glad to meet another person who liked it.

I haven't seen Fong Sai Yuk 2 yet, Jenni, but they have it at the Comic Book Shoppe, so I'll rent it when I get the time. If I'm the one who was responsible for your Sarah Parker dream, I'll happily take the blame. I told my sister about it and she just howled with laughter. She's a bigger Sex and the City freak than I am, though Meta-darling did pay me one of the nicest compliments I ever got: every time she sees a poster of Sex and the City, she thinks of me. :D Of course I watched it last night. I feel so bad for Charlotte, though I wanted to strangle her as well. And if Bigg better not ruin Carrie and Aiden's newfound happiness.

Before I forget, I did have a psycho dream where Malice and Jenni were in it briefly. I think it was because it had a Chinese movie setting, with gambling warloads and triads and stuff like that. And some guy who chased rollercoasters for a living, like he was actually running on the tracks after them. Or was it before them and he was racing them? The triads were after him, and for some reason, Malice and Jenni appeared once to help him, only it didn't do much good because he died in the end anyways (though they were successful that one time), when the triads got him and gave him a choice to chase another rollercoaster or die and he chose to die so they all shot him. And that's the end of my dream. Whick makes no sense is that I haven't seen a gangster movie in years.

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Thursday, September 14, 2001--12:76 a.m.

I should fix my clock

Listening to some Cantonese band called "Beyond", courtesy of my future-in-law. I haven't finished listening to it so I have yet to form an opinion, but it seems favorable. Thanks to my recent resurrection of my passion for HK movies, I've been preferring Cantonese music to Japanese. But I still adore X Japan and Dir en Grey.

Ah, yes, family . They can be such a pain sometimes, although mine is the exact opposite. They stick their nose in everyone's business and my mom gets annoyed if you don't ask for her advice and down right insulted if you tell her to mind her own business. Personally, I'm nervous about the whole idea of a mother-in-law. My own mother is enough of a handful, I don't know if I can handle another one I wouldn't blame you at all if you decided to raincheck any more family gatherings.

Something I got from the latest episode of Sex and the City: To all guys who had their share of one night stands, if a girl comes up to you and asks you if you remember them from one day ten years ago and you don't, chances are you probably got her pregnant, cause otherwise she would probably forget you as you forgot her.

I've been cured of my desire to have the Complete Swordsman Trilogy. SwordsmanIII was cringe worthily horrible (though SwordsmanII will remain my favorite movie of all time.) Green Snake was better and Fong Sai Yuk was just awesome! My family adored that movie. Sai Yuk and his mother was too funny.

It's 1:07 here at night. It's weird how on one level you can go on with your personal life, while on another level, your mind is still reeling.

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Thursday, September 13, 2001--11:21 a.m.

Punch Hand Through Here

I was number 223 to punch through Subaru :P

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Thursday, September 13, 2001--08:26 a.m.

Three minutes max, yeah right ^^

How many times have I said I will only go online for fifteen minutes and stay there for four hours? Or say I will watch one episode of A Dating Story on TLC and end up watching two instead (plus two episode of A Wedding Story and one of A Baby Story? -- yeah, yeah, I'm pathetic. Tell it to my face. I can take it.) Luckily, Western is in Ontario, so I figured compared to calling, say, Germany or Singapore, it shouldn't be a mind-boggling phone bill ^^ Is it my fault Metamia is a fun person to talk to? I'm glad to know everyone's okay in your family. The whole thing is insane.

Anyhow, my third year of university isn't going as bad as I thought it would. I have someone to talk to in three of my classes, one class is actually interesting, and my books are half the price they were last year. Yes, the workload is atrocious, but i figured some hard work will be good for me. Ignore the fact that I am kicking and screaming about going up to my room to read Wordsworth and Chaucer.

And yes, Friday's episode of Sex and the City was a jaw dropper. STEVE'S???? Goodness. Love Charlotte to death btw.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2001--09:51 a.m.

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My computer is not improving my mood. Ten minutes ago I was able to read Club Low-Life and other blogs and now I can't. Blah. Anyways, Jenni, I can't blame you for the mood you're in. This is probably an inappropriate to say so but thanks for your kind words, which means a lot since you and Malice are really good writers and all.

Alison my dear, as long as you remain in Singapore, you know I'll be there. I adore you and Satsuki-chan to death. Maria, sorry hear about the roundworms and your cold. I hope you're feeling better. Ali, you are a hoot:)

Outside was beautiful today, Linh. Weird. I know, Jeannie. It's all everyone has been talking about at school and on the bus. Everyone is stunned. It's like a bad dream. I can't imagine what it must be like for Americans like, these people. Take care, guys.

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Tuesday,, September 12, 2001--9:27 p.m.

Watershed Event

It seems like the beginning of something really monstrous and horrible that will kill even more people. I hope no more innocent blood will be shed over it, be it American, Middle Eastern, Chinese, Russian, Canadian, whatever. Enough people are dead.

To everyone affected about the event, I wish you strength and luck. I'm very sorry.

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Friday, September 7, 2001--12:04 p.m.

Insert Foot in Mouth

Egads! Jeannie, I didn't mean for my earlier rant to come out that way! I love Ottawa, indeed I do, so very much, or else I wouldn't be talking about it so much. Everyone who knows me online knows I live in Ottawa because I keep mentioning it in every conversation we have. I love the fact that it is freezing half the year, that it is quiet, and that we don't have flashy colors and neon lights every damn place you look. I wouldn't leave this city if I was ever given a choice.

But I've seen too many put their lives on hold for a year or two (how long it takes Immigration Canada to let various Asians into Canada), take a chunk of their live savings and move over here only to discover they won't get rich fast, or that they won't fit in or like it so they leave disappointed and with less money in their pockets.

That and I'm sick of putting up with whines from various people who for some unknown reason was expecting Ottawa to be a city of parties and disco. :P

I agree with you, there's tons of things happening in Ottawa. Sparks Streets is gorgeous, I love the Rideau Canal, Chapters is like the best thing in the world, I cannot live without poutine or Beaver Tail, ice skating on the canal is tons of fun, Barrymore has some cool concerts, I worship the National Art Gallery, the museums are a lot of fun, and nothing is more beautiful than a bike-ride down Dow's Lake. Ottawa is a gorgeous place to bike-ride.

Unfortunately, for many people, Sparks Street is so not sophisticated, Chapters means nothing because they're not much for reading (Blah to them!), poutine and Beaver Tail is too fattening and sweet, it's too cold for ice skating, Barrymore is too small and ugly, and they don't care for art and museums. In which I wonder if these people do anything besides shopping and clubbing. Well, at least they like biking.

But like my best friend, who is Asian, says, "We don't want those kind of whiners here." She loves Ottawa almost as much as I do, and when I told her a lot of them were expecting it to be New York (I'm not kidding; they do), she said, "I don't want Ottawa to be New York. If they want New York, go to New York."

Basically, it's like "Casablanca," a movie I love greatly. Because of its fame, people expect it to be thrilling and exotic and whatever. When they see that it's black and white, slow moving, without any explosions, they become disappointed and it ticks me off. First of all, because their expectations was ridiculous and ungrounded, really quite stupid.

Secondly because they're so into something flashy and obvious that they can't see the understated good, the honesty of the people, the ability to work despite recession and depression, that the buildings may not be New York highrises, but inside, the people are dedicated to helping others and doing the best job they can, the beauty of the Byway Market on a July night when the air is misty and the lights are glowing, not gaudy like Vegas, but mysteriously and cosily while people play music with hats in front of them and a band from South America does a cool dance for you to see and street magacians try to impress you with their disappearing act. Not like those big parties in Taiwan perhaps, but still a sight to behold and love.

And thirdly, because I love the movie and don't like people to not like it when they finish watching it with me. Whine about whatever you want, just don't whine about I love as much as this city.

Anyways, that was my long winded answer to tell you that Ottawa is magnificent city and I'm damn proud to be a part of it.

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Thursday, September 6, 2001--01:03 p.m.

Brighter Topic, aka I love social blogging

Cookie for Anna for telling me that the name Lika "has impact" ^^ Maria got a blog! And so did Ali. Both of you, rant on. Linh's got a pretty new layout - AGAIN! - and so did Jeannie. Looks good Jeannie :) And Alison, bless her dear heart, got a most excellent review of the X OVA out in her Anime News Section! Send my thanks to Duckroll please. I can't wait for your comments on the TV series. Torture the Computer Illiterate? Great, now I'm wary around *both* Satsuki's! BTW, Satsy, love the pic you drew for Maria's fic :)

Living in two houses can be fun. I was at my brother's house and my nieces were "visiting" when this salesperson came and they opened the door. I told her that their parents weren't home and she thanked us and left. Shortly after, I took my nieces back to my grandmother's house across the block and soon after that, the same salesperson appeared again. My nieces answered the door and again, I told her that their parents weren't home. The salesperson was like, "was I at this house before? You guys look familiar." I told her she probably wasn't. "I must have been here," she insisted and looking confused, she walked down the stairs as we waved cheerfully at her ^_^

The thing about Swordsman, is that unless you're complete franetic about the second one - which I am - it's pretty boring. Ying and Blue Pheonix and Kiddo had a bigger roles and kicked ass, but everything else was bland.

My family enjoyed Moon Warrior more. I love the movie, except for that ending. Dammit, can we have one movie where it doesn't take four or five people and an animal/natural disater/villain's love for protangonist to defeat ONE bad guy? Is that why Sorata is still alive? Because they need all seven DoH together to kill off just Fuuma? Kakyou dies, Seishirou is dead, BEAST kills off Yuuto and Satsuki, and Nataku turns against Daddy while Kusanagi joins the other side. And Fuuma skilfullys defeats them one by one, until he reaches Kamui, wounded and exhuasted from fighting from the other eight of them, and Kamui delivers the killing blow.

Your typical HK/anime ending. How many people did it take to kill of Nakago? No wonder good guys get such a bad rap.

But Moon Warriors made up for it with Merlin. Maggie Cheung was perfect for the role because she's really good at showing emotional conflict, repressed passion, and pain. She made me love the character.

I didn't find Crouching Tiger as annoying as Jenni did, but it didn't work for me. I didn't like the characters. I'm not really a person for plot. Moon Warriors' plot was ridiculous, but hey, it had Merlin. I couldn't get emotionally attached to anyone in Crouching Tiger. Jen was a brat who I wanted to slap from beginning to end. And I normally like bitches! I came out of the movie not feeling for any the characters or reliving scenes like I usually with Chinese movies. It was so dull. Give me Tokyo Raiders any day. Glad to know Kiss of the Dragon wasn't that bad because Lord knows, I love Jet Li.

That would be Tony Leung Chiu-wai, who I believe is the shorter one which means I must find that movie. And I agree with you, most HK movies stinks and eat up braincells, but so do most American movies and anime. You have to hunt for the good stuff, separating the gems like Secrets and Lies from muck like Scary Movie, or Tokyo Babylon/X from Pokemon, Chinese Ghost Story from its sequel. Trust me, if I was an anything-HK-is-awesome fan, I wouldn't have taken a two years hiatus from watching them. I wouldn't have so much trouble finding stuff to watch. Looking for specific movies is a pain. I just hope I can find Storm Riders and SwordsmanIII somewhere.

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Thursday, September 6, 2001--12:57 p.m.

10 Reasons not to come to Ottawa

Singapore it is, Alison :) I'll meet you there and Satsuki-chan is Germany. And have I told you recently I love you yet? *hugs* The emails from you and Satsuki-chan are a lifeline here. Thanks both of you.

Onto the list: This is for all people from Asia who want to immigrate to Canada. DON'T COME TO OTTAWA. So many Asians did, and I have to put up with their whines, moans, bitches and complaints since Day One, future in-law included. Read this, print it out, and sent a copy to any one you know who actually dreams of living here.

1. Freaking Cold -- My future sister-in-law reached Canada about a month ago and she finds it unbearable cold already. Wait until February kicks in and the thermometer hits minus 35. I've seen Asians cry because the weather is too cold for them to bear. I've been here for 19 years and the winters still get to me so consider what you have to endure during the months of October to March if you want to live here. And yes, winter is that long here.

2. People are fat -- I must have freaked out the future-in-law when she saw this short lump of flesh and flab walk up to her. It's cold, the roads are snowed in, winter is half the freaking year, so many (not all) of us don't do anything except stay home, watch TV and play internet, and feel our asses grow past our height. And the food we eat, sweets, meat, french flies, it's no wonder obesity is such a problem. So if you like aesthetics, perhaps seeing one chubby person after another isn't the best view for you.

3. Speaking of views -- OTTAWA IS UGLY! People were horrified when Queen Victoria chose Ottawa to be the nation's capital and one can see why. Canada is new, made during a period where there was no particular sense of architecture. Other than the Parlament Hill and some museums, the city is grey, drab, dreary, and just really sad looking. Being a grey, drab, dreary people mysefl, I don't mind that, but from what I observed, people from colorful places like Taiwan and China and Hong Kong actually suffer morning sickness when they see our mismatch of badly designed buildings.

4. Boredom -- Not only is the city ugly, it's also really quiet. From what my future-in-law told me, China was busy and there were always things to do and cool places to shop. Here in Ottawa, watching an ant cross the street is exciting. You have no idea how many times and in how many langauges I hear Asians say, "it's so boring here. Back in Taiwant/China/Hong Kong, we had so things to see and places to go and the shopping was so much better. It's so dull here." And they do that a lot because quite frankly, they have the time to do it. And the fact that they so much time to do it shows you how many fun things Ottawa has to offer.

5. Long days at school and work -- People usually do their complaining while working and studying. Contrary to popular beliefs, people work long hours here. I've OT tons of time, using up precious time, and if you're working for some hi-tech firm, it's even worse. School may be more lenient, but it's longer unfortunately. People go into university at an average age of 19 or 20, and they stay there for six or seven years, because quite frankly, you can do crap with just a bachelor. Most jobs require Masters so you're in the for the long haul. If you hate school like I do, it's hell. I'm already burnt out and wondering how I will survive the next four years. And frustrating for my Russian friend who entered her first year of university just as her friends in Russian were graduating from theirs and already starting their lives.

6. Cynicism -- The guest visiting from Vancouver a month ago used to live in Ottawa and was shocked to see how cynical it was. Appearently Vancouver is Sunshine City or something. She became a Christian in Vancouver, and so did many people from Ottawa who moved there. It's a typical story: "In Ottawa, I was depressed and unhappy, then I moved to Vancouver, and met really nice people and learned that God is wonderful and joined the church." Ottawa was a slap in the face to people like them. We have churches, but the youth are frustrated Christians, asking all sort of angry questions and they're denoucing God by the dozens. We're also cynical towards the government, the stock market, family units, culture, and everything else under the sea. If you're trying to avoid depressed people, don't come to Ottawa.

7. Land of opportunity my ass -- People come here looking for better jobs and better lives. And they go back to Asia disappointed and broke. Remember there is a recession happening in Canada like every where else in the world. Finding a job is near impossible right now with the way companies are laying off people, and when you don't speak much English, it is impossible. As my future-in-law told me in despair, it's easier to find jobs in China and Singapore.

8. Merchandise are pretty ugly too -- I love seeing what people get from their trips to Asia because there's so many pretty things there: miniature paper kites, adorable watches and stationaries, tiny little purses with cute cartoons on them. You can't get things like that in Ottawa unless you go to Chinatown and there, they're not as nice as they are in Asia. Trying to find a nice stationaries to send to my airmail friends was a chore (not to mention ridiculously expensive), and don't get me started on their lack of anime/manga/HKmovie/HKserials merchandise.

9. Multicuralism isn't all it's cracked up to be -- People make such a big deal that you have a Lebanese fast food street beside a Chinese one that's besides a Japanese bakery. From what I heard, streets like that is quite common around the world.

10. Multiculturalism isn't all it's cracked up to be pt. 2 -- Racism abounds here in Ottawa, as it does everywhere. People look at you with contempt for taking jobs from the white people, blame you as a reason for why they're on welfare, tell you to get off the sidewalk when you go out to see if the bus has arrived to the bus-stop snapping, "in our country, we don't block the road."

To sum things up, I applaud Alison for having the brains to realise that Singapore is a much better place for her than Ottawa. I wish a lot of Asians would realise that before coming here and making me put up with their oh-so-many complaints about the city I love. I understand that some of them had to come due to jobs and war and so on, so I don't mind them, but when a family chooses to come here for a better life, especially when their kids are wearing designer clothes and are used to partying every night of the week, I have to wonder what the hell were they thinking? If you're expecting a flashy city, go to New York or Toronto. If you have choice, for goodness, don't come to Ottawa. Not unless you like grey, drab, and ugly.

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Thursday, September 6, 2001--12:48 p.m.

Off on the wrong foot I should be at my first class of the year right now, but I forgot my buspass and got to school twenty minute late which isn't such a bad thing only I just realised I have no idea where the room is. Doesn't that tell you how badly I wanted to come back here? *scowls* First year was torture. I spent days just sitting outside and crying because I hated the place so much. Second year was bearable, and that's about it. Hopefully third year is a little better. High school was cool. University is just lonely and dull and really drives home what a freak you are. One can be a freak in high school, but in university, people are so fucking uniform and matured and all the fucking same it makes me feel stupid and ignorant because all I want to talk about is manga, anime, and movies, and my classmate wants to talk about where to get drunk and get laid. At least I still have my high school friends to hang around once every three months or so, but still, it would be nice to have one friend in university. I hate it here so much.

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