"Keep looking for the peacefulness you are searching for.
Keep believing in the contentment you talk so endlessly about.
Keep trying to be all that you are.
Remember, the magic in life ends whenever you decide you have everything." - Deanna Beisser

Quotes

“Your problem isn’t trying to be who you are, but trying to be accepted by everybody in the way you think you should be accepted” - excerpt from 10 sec reading: Stay in the Desert by Paulo Coelho.

"Relax and don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does." - tweeted by @paulocoelho

Live a life that matters

Whether you are ready or not, someday your life will come to an end.

There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours, nor days.

All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.

It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.

So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.

It won't matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived at the end.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant, even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.

What will matter is not your success, but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered, or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence, but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you are gone.

What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who love you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.

It's not a matter of circumstances, but of choice.

Choose to live a life that matters.

Who did you just compare me to...?

"You're like a Sephiroth with an ailing Cloud in the vicinity. Gotta. Make. Him. Suffer." - Pauline

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is who I am. At least, that's according to the ever awesome (include your choice of adjectives here) lady who shall remain nameless. Oh wait, the name's already there as a source. NEVER MIND!

So I'm still alive. Yeah, I amaze myself too. I didn't think I'd make this long seeing how I have to dodge saw blades and flying pieces of wood launched by tablesaws. Then again, I create my fair share of chaos too. My hands? No, that's not dried blood. At least, I don't think so. If it is, then it certainly isn't mine. Hmm... Maybe I shouldn't have said that out loud.

So I headed back to Montreal this past Thanksgiving weekend. Saturday was spent with family of course. Sunday was monopolized largely by the Cheng family but that's to be expected. Sunday night, however, was the kicker. Poutine @ La Banquise. The one and only. THAT'S HOW A POUTINE IS SUPPOSED TO TASTE LIKE! Le Sigh... I already miss it. Okay, let's make this a rule/tradition/whatever the hell you want to call it: La Banquise at least once whenever I'm in town. I don't care if I have to drag you out of your bed at 3AM and bring you there freezing your ass off in nothing but your skivvies. You're coming with me.

There were far too many people I didn't get a chance to see/talk to when I was in town. Then again, it was a really short visit. Next one around, I promise I'll make some time for you.

Now to hit the sack and dream of the beach.

GERONIMOOOO!!

So I'm slowly recovering from the inevitable beating that was coming my way courtesy of a lady that shall remain nameless. That would be Pauline Huynh @ ... Okay. I'll refrain from giving out the address. As to why she put me in the hospital, that's because I haven't been updating this little space on the web. Brutal taskmaster and slave driver, eh? You must asking yourself how she was able to do that in the first place. Let's just say she busted out her bankai and I didn't stand a chance. I mean, one small part of it involves a freakishly tiny hippo wielding a sword so big and long, it puts Cloud and Sephiroth's respective weapons to shame.

Pauline, will you PLEASE get your mind out of the gutter? You're hopeless, you know that?

So I've been hired at M. Art. What is it? It's an architectural cabinetmaking firm based in Toronto that specializes mostly in commercial business. They dabble in residential as well but most of the business comes from restaurants and offices. Most of the commercial business they do are from scratch, meaning that there's very little renovation going on. Most projects are for new businesses or new branches of existing businesses. Most of these projects also have their own designers and architects so there will be a number of "Uhh... That's not going to work. Just ... no. And is it really supposed to look like _______?" Feel free to fill in the blank.

That's it for now, I suppose. Toodles!

Thank you for calling customer service.

GASP! Tis another update without the 5-month gap in between! Actually, it's because I've been threatened with bodily harm. I was promised and told in great detail about what would be done to me if I didn't make an effort to keep this lovely space on the intarwebs updated on a more semi-regular basis.

So I got the job I mentioned last time. Due to the confidentiality agreement I signed, I can't actually say too much. All I can really say without stepping past that line is that I'm working for MGT (Millennium Global Telecom) as a customer service representative. Long story short, I'm customer service for people who have trouble with calling cards. So if 93 year-old Grandma Olga is having difficulties calling her granddaughter in Uzbekistan, and she calls in to complain about it, I'll be fixing that. Or trying to. Or you know, if people have a vendetta against their calling card and scratch straight through it and can't read the pin properly, then I'm going to have to find out what their pin is.

Other than that, there's not much else going on. Ben, of course, keeps asking if I've met girls my age. He seems to be of the opinion that I'll marry before he does. Heh. I suppose it's always a possibility but given the fact that I haven't actively looked for a relationship for the past ... uh ... how many years now? Yeah. We'll see. haha

So that's it, I think? Well, aside from the fact that my boss and one of my co-worker (trainee, just like me) are really hot, there's not much more to say.

Now can you PLEASE call off Mr. Hippo? [curls into fetal position to rock back & forth to calm himself]