Anywhere but here

The first part of my entire dream sequence is nearly completely gone from my memory, except that it had something to do with Star Wars’ imperial naval pilots, TIE fighters, me being one of them, the scattering of the old empire and the warlords consolidating their holdings. It did not feel like a silly dream. It felt real and had a serious tone. The clearest thing I remember from that part of the dream is a large red nebula in the centre of the view and something was in the middle of that. The last part or near the last [Read More…]

Curvy and delicious (revised)

The majority of past intimate encounters, lovers and companions were short petite women. Most of them had proportionately baseball-sized boobs, fantastically shaped asses and fit legs due to the dancing they loved to do. So I did not have much of an idea of what I liked because all of the women up to that point were fit, petite Asian women. When my relationship with Cindy ended in March 2006, I had an explosion of meetups with new people. My endless desire to start new circles, integrate new people into old circles and help myself to the world beyond the [Read More…]

Their separate journeys

The skies were blue, clear blue with not a cloud in it. Mountains were in the distance, familiar yet foreign. To me, they were paintings I could not touch and only see. I stood back down from the seven inch wall heater and looked away from the window. As I made my way out of the bathroom, I heard someone mumbling downstairs amidst the sound of the television. My father was in the family room, watching television, while my mother was cooking dinner. All that was on my mind was how nice the blue skies were and what laid beyond [Read More…]

Mah Mee Ya

“Mah Mee Ya” is what I call my mom. Sometimes, I call her “Mah Mee”, but I normally don’t because it sounds a bit childish to me, even though I am still a child in many ways. The most common thing I hear my friends or anyone say is “Mom” or “Ma”. My wife thinks that it’s cute that I call my mom “Mah Mee Ya” and wants to call her that one day as well. I smiled when she told me that, but there is also a part of me that is sad. Life is like a very rocky [Read More…]

The Last Kiss (revised)

The first time I reacted in a pleasurable way, was when I was five years old. When I became aware of my sexuality, I was about eight. The babysitter’s younger daughter was at least a couple of years older than me and was the one who showed me what sex was about. As my visits to the babysitter happened more frequently, so did the sexual experiences I had with the daughter. When she came home from school, she would bring me to her room and play doctor or act out a scene of a movie that she made up in [Read More…]

Ch1: Voices – October 18, 1997

Surfing through the net, I suddenly had an urge to load a picture of Noriko Sakai, a famous Japanese singer in Japan. Anyway, I might as well tell you, I edited the picture to a highpass, exposed foreground. Very beautiful, both person and image enhancement. Anyways everytime I’m extremely bored, I would listen to one my compositions or someone elses compo’s. Compos are music composed on the computer using any format: WAV, MID, MOD, IT, XM, S3M, ST3, MTM, 669, FAR, ROL, SND, etc. Okay, so I’m surfing the net, at the same time looking at Noriko Sakai in color [Read More…]

Ch1: Voices – September 28, 1997

It has been some while since I did any journal entries, one thing is for sure; I bled out what was there and now only skin remains. Like a meatless shell floating in a pond full of life. I feel sick, not mentally, literally sick. Since Saturday morning, I had a cold, and a violent heat-wave on my forehead; but now it is okay; it’s just a common cold. It’s funny, that this has a deeper meaning than what is said, but for me to explain is like asking yourself, “Which one came first? Chicken or the egg?” [audio: mia52b_krill_minima_-_radiodub02_vbr.mp3] [Read More…]

My Book of Journals, Prologue

I looked up some super old files through some folders I have copied over from various origins and came across an old diary titled “My Book of Journals”. I read through a few entries dated late 1997 and noticed a few names, song titles and emotions that have since become shadowed by other things in my life. With that, I have decided to release those diary entries unedited into my blog with their original dates intact in the post. Also, I will be adding associated songs to the posts corresponding to the music I listened to while I had created [Read More…]

Happy 9th!

The Chinese count the day you’re born as your first year and not as day zero. The reason has to do with your time being developed into a human baby inside the mother. Of course, that’s only about 9 months, but it’s something like that. So this blog has aged 9 years since yesterday. I didn’t post it up yesterday, since I was doing work all day and being restless at the same time. It’s hard getting into work mode when I have so much on my mind and so little time. Regardless, it has been 9 years since I [Read More…]

The real patriot

Last Monday, I went in for my follow up after my gallbladder removal surgery four weeks prior. While waiting at the office of the specialist and surgeon, a Caucasian man in what looked to be in his 70’s or 80’s walked in and asked the secretary if a specific doctor was in. She told him that the doctor left and went into medical practice in the USA. The guy then snorted and said he couldn’t blame him for leaving this country. He even said that it was better that doctor left for the US, since it’s much better there. I [Read More…]

Keeping up with the nympho wife

A couple of my friends mistook my wife for a teenager and half-jokingly asked if she was of legal age. I think some of my friends would like to believe I have absolutely no sexual boundaries and vicariously live through me in some twisted fantasy world of theirs. When I say “twisted”, you should hear what they think about so and so, stuff and things. The majority of my past intimate encounters made up of Chinese ethnicity. Three or four of the others were Caucasian, one was half Caucasian and half Chinese, then there was a… Hmmm, I will stop [Read More…]

Looking for my shoulder pads

Since about three weeks ago, I went back to playing WoW with Amber and recently have been looking into Transmog sets for my Shaman and Paladin. I spent hours looking for something that fits with my Shaman and remembered something I had a long time ago that I liked. Alas, I couldn’t loot it since the shoulder pad lookalike dropped from dungeon bosses on a low %. I retired to bed and had a long chain of dreams where I looked for those specific shoulder pads. I went to a store, a shopping centre, a cafe, a chest, a toy [Read More…]

Since I was young, I knew I’d find you

At the end of 2013, our company received a project that would yield enough income to do the Permanent Resident papers to bring my wife over to live with me in Canada. A month went by and the client wanted to redo the entire design of the site. So I spent countless hours and days doing the site he wanted just so he could go MIA on us. Then a couple of weeks went by and I was contacted by someone from the client’s company. To make a long and angry story short, the client lead us along for ten [Read More…]

Thanks for going through life with me

In about 9.5 hours, I’ll be lying on an operating table having my gall bladder removed. It has been with me since before I was born and has helped my body break down fats and oils for nearly 36 years. I don’t know what it looks like inside of me, besides the diagrams in the info pamphlet, but it has been a part of my entire life so far. So it is sad to depart with it, even if it contains an illness. There was a time in the recent past I thought of asking the surgeon if I could [Read More…]

A simple question turned tragic

Yesterday, I was online at a friend’s multiplayer Minecraft server when another player had asked if I could take him to the Dark Oak forest from spawn. I proceeded to ask my nephew Andy, whom I hesitated knowing he has some form of logic-problem coinciding many questions or comments people have said to him. It’s as if he has an issue putting simple things together. Regardless, this was the beginning of our conversation: [2014/Nov/27 8:02:02 PM] Leeman: need you to help me help Mitch [2014/Nov/27 8:02:12 PM] Andy: ? [2014/Nov/27 8:02:52 PM] Leeman: take him to the dark oak forest [Read More…]

How fast do you type?

Of course, there are better WPM examination tools, but just for fun, I got 359 CPM (72 WPM) from this test: http://typing-speed-test.aoeu.eu. Apparently I beat 90% of everyone who took this test. 185 CPM (48 WPM) is the median, with most people doing between 120 CPM to 200 CPM. How about you?

25 Vintage Photos of Vancouver

I was born January 14th, 1979 and throughout the early to mid 1980’s, my memory of cars were shaped and styled like that of my dad’s 1976-1977 Chevrolet Nova. It was sky blue which is the same as our 1995 Mini-van that we still drive today. It was obviously different. Today, cars are generally round and sleeker. Though I generally like the style of modern cars, I find that many of the cars today lack the character of those back in the 1970’s. There was something raw and in-your-face, even though I have to admit that many of those cars [Read More…]