A Quick One

... or as they'd say in french: "une quicke!!!!" (with an accent).

jokes.

just watched "a moment to remember" with some friends.

still the saddest movie ever. didn't cry this time, but definitely experienced a "surge of emotion."

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"is this heaven?"

"yes."


... donc!

DLu

The Definition of Sorrow

www.dictionary.com defines "sorrow" as:

"mental suffering or pain caused by injury, loss, or despair."
or
"an emotion of great sadness associated with loss or bereavement"

i define it as ...

"a moment to remember"

look at the movie poster! they're freaking crying on the poster!

a moment to remember is a korean movie which (apparently, for those of you who know), says it all. it is singularly, the most saddest movie i have ever seen. ever.

a random dlu fact: i have never, ever cried in a movie (excluding the passion of the christ, which i don't count). and i think i've watched a plethora of sad movies in my life time (dancer in the dark anyone?)

for goodness sakes, i even admit to liking a walk to remember. remember that movie? remember at the end, how mandy moore dies of cancer leaving her once-bad-boy-now-reformed husband to navigate the lonely roads of life all by himself?! that one was a tear-jerker. but not for me.

because i've never cried whilst watching a movie.

until now.

for goodness sakes, i've seen puppies being hawked on the street in boxes, children begging for money, _________________ (insert other very sad things) that would have any decent human feeling sorrowful and would even move you to tears.

but i've never cried at these things (granted, many of you have seen me cry, but, again, talking about ea/jeru is somewhat different ... somehow).

how the heck did some korean movie make a 22 year old man cry?

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the simple answer to the aforementioned question: by being the single most tragic movie ever produced.

there should be a warning label on the movie:

by choosing to view this film, you shall experience "mental suffering ... caused by ... despair," as well as "emotion of great sadness associated with loss..."

of course, there very well could be said warning label. but since i don't read/speak korean, it'd help me nada.

a moment to remember, you are sorrow. sigh.

DLu.

PS: a certain miss kijers reminded me to give credit where credit is due. therefore, i would just like to tell you all that both kelley and kijers trained us boys on the use of the heel pat in an extrememly transferrable way.

step 1: you rest the heel of your palm on the crying girl's shoulder. (this is the step from which this act of comfort has derived its name).
step 2: gently, but firmly, bring front of hand (otherwise known as 'fingers') down in a swift manner, twice.
step 3: remove hand.

this allows for, in their words: adequate physical contact, while not crossing the threshold of awkwardness.

if you ask me, you could turn the heel pat into something very awkward, depending on what the rest of your body, as well as your face is doing.

next time i pull out the heel pat, i'll try to remember to take a picture.

PPS: ok, after this post, i'm going to leave comments as "unmoderated." i was just testing the waters of comment moderation. i don't like it so much.

Here's the Promised Nostalgia

those of you who know me, know that i'm a photog guy.

here're some of my favourite pictures from the last few years. i don't have any pics from high school or before on my comps unfortunately.














1st year floormates: tim, asher, me
these guys crack me up. i can count few times in my life in which i've laughed so hard for extended periods of time, in which these guys weren't involved.
tidbit: asher's from india. (insert mean girls comment: "if he's from india, why's he white?") he taught me how to eat with my hands. it's not as easy as it looks. tim makes a great vomit face.

summer 2003: otown roadtrip
this is todder, me and parks. after going to Japan for the first six weeks of the summer we each took a trip up to town. it was one of my favourite trips.
tidbit: in 1st year, todd and i would always play street fighter II. i'd always try to beat him 10X in a row, but he'd always beat me on the 10th round. that was upsetting for me. sorry ladies, he's hitched!

2 of the greatest girls: dide & shanny
shanny was a fellow bpapmer until she moved onto bigger and better things (like marriage). dide (or xina) is the loudest girl i know, which means means she's obviously fun. you can hear her laugh through cinder block walls. haha.
tidbit: shanny used to hate being called shanny. we kept calling her that anyways, and it stuck. she once tried to rebuke me with a kind of out of context verse. good times. she likes it when you say "GIIIIIIIIIIT" in a super gutteral way ;)

the cutest girl in the whole wide world
... that's said in a brotherly way. everyone i know agrees that there is no one cuter than maria. for goodness sakes, she loves totaro!
tidbit: although she denies her cuteness, she'll say things like "i guess we took the super advanced hike" whilst tilting her head, shrugging her shoulders and giggling. for the record though, she's a spiritual giant. she started the tidal wave of cton students going to study in EA.

bottoms up!
while asher, ricer and nate may look sloshed, they're not. matt and nate lived in the house next door to me last year, until i moved. matt has a fondness for baseball, and nate a passion for tyrannical dictatorships.
tidbit: in 2003, nate went to EA. my favourite memory from that trip: him sitting hunched over with his head in his hands as a girl beside him -- pouring her heart out -- was sobbing up a storm. from that experience came the "heel pat" which has become legendary in the teaching of guys how to comfort crying girls. hahaha.

the funnest girls ever!
these two girls are fun. FUN. carolyn's funness comes in the form of her love for bbt, hindi movies, and ranting/raving. tara is a spaz who can't keep secrets. she is the most dramatic person i've ever met. last year she was like my personal francais tutor.
tidbit: this summer we're planning to take a trip out to PEI/NS. mistake? it could be disasterous, if another guy doesn't come along, haha. seriously though. any takers?

ok, i think that's enough for today. i'm glad i finally figured out this picture posting thing. ahhh, memories. although, i feel it's kind of weird to be posting my memories on the world wide web for everyone to see. it's like opening up my mind and allowing you to walk through the annals of my brain. i guess that is kind of what it's like.

"go ahead, take a gander. take as long as you'd like. enjoy yourself."

DLu.

The Ruminations of a 22 year old Fogey

excuse me, dear readers, as this blog takes a turn down the nostalgic ruminations of a 22 year old fogey.

i'm only 22 and i feel old. not old in a "fine wine" kind of way, but in a "piece of leather that's been beaten, aged and weathered" kind of way. i feel like i've just blinked, and just like that, i've gone from being a punk 18 year old (not in the Sum41 kind of way, but the immature 18 year old male kind of way) and four years later, i'm a 22 year old with responsibilities and lots of things to think about (although, i'm probably still pretty immature -- i won't give myself too much credit!).

oac/first year seems so long ago.

for some of my more mature readers, you probably feel incredulous. you might even shake your head a little and chuckle, thinking "wait till he finds out." you have every right to feel that way. i'm being dramatic, right?

but it still seems to me that life just keeps truckin' on by, whether we're ready/prepared/expecting it to or not. sometimes i just wish life would just slow down a little and let me catch up.

or, at the very least, let me enjoy it just a little longer.

having said that, i can't even really look down the line and see myself as an 80 year old. or a 50 year old. or even a 40 year old. i can't go back, but i don't really want to move forward. it's like i'm stuck in between. like a wise woman once said: "i'm not a girl, not yet a woman" (replace girl/woman with teenager/grown-up)

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ok, full out jokes there. i can't believe i just referenced Britney-oops!-i-did-it-again-Spears of all people as a bastion of wisdom. i've hit a new low.

anyway, to be honest, i'm kind of dreading the rest of my life. and for all the hooplah about life being an adventure, living the abundant life and going out to "change the world", there's always that nagging fear in the back of my mind. it's not a fear of big decisions, obstacles, hardships or even the unknown. it's more the sense that a big truckload of obligations, responsibilities, burdens and expectations is waiting to be dumped onto my shoulders the moment the diploma hits my palm and i'm hurried off that stage.

sometimes i just feel tired of having to be "this and that" for other people. the passionate one. the visionary one. the wise one. the funny one. the serious one. the goofy one. the _________ one. it's not like the way i act, or the decisions i make are dependent upon what other people expect me to do. indeed, i have the type of personality that wants to do just the opposite (which is also not a healthy attitude).

it's just that the expectations weary me.

and even as i write this, i know that i what i truly desire is not really escape that i write about; rather, what i desire is rest.

DLu.

PS: so i realize that there wasn't too much "nostalgia" in there per se, but there sure was a lot of nostalgicizing going on in my head.

plus, i tried to upload photos, but it mr. blogger appears to hate my pics.

A Note On The DLu

... well, not literally on my DLu.

warning: if you are easily offended anatomy-centred discussions, this may be an entry to skip. i don't consider it risque, but some of you may be more sensitive/grossed out by such topics of discussion.

since starting this second blog, i've had many/several/one people/person ask me: "what is a DLu?"

well, dear reader, DLu can really mean one of two things, depending on context.

1) the most obvious reference is to your faithful blogger himself. For example, a sentence such as "hey DLu", or "where are you going DLu?", or "get your dirty feet out from under my clean covers DLu!!!", are examples of gramatically correct sentence structures incorporating the term. indeed "DLu" is a noun, in this case referring to your faithful blogger -- namely, myself. this is probably the most simple way in which to utilize "DLu" in your daily vernacular.

2) the second way in which one can use the term "DLu" is not as simplistic, and may require a bit more of an explanation.

for those of you who know me/have seen me, i have, what we call in the hood (ie:pdot/otown), a "booty" (or "bootay"). this is quite an unusual phenomenon as i am from a heritage that does not traditionally boast of large derriers on its men or women. there is an exception in every group. this time, that'd be me.

this is, of course, a gross generalization (as some of you may later argue --in more ways than one); however, i can confidently say that 8.72 times out of 10, a person identifying with my racial heritage would not have what one would refer to as a "bootay." a simple butt would suffice.

well, needless to say, my bootay has in the past few months become an entity in and of itself. "why?" you ask? hard to explain, butt in short: one of my other canadian friends here who has a pretty flat butt (in her own words: "bony") was one day amazed at the bubble which would traditionally occupy one's behind area and quipped that, like JLo, my protrusion should be branded. this observation was brought on by some inexplicable situation, i'm sure. i can't quite recall, but i'm sure it was awkward in its hilarity. (actually, there may be some/a lot of fiction weaved into this retelling, as i can't quite clearly recall how this all started).

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actually, i'm not quite sure how to keep writing this without offending anyone.

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aaaaah well.

so anyway, "DLu" can also refer to my butt. its seems as though my butt has developed it's own persona entirely independent of it's owner!

so how do you use it in such a context? well look at the title of this blog for a prime example: "blame it on the Dlu!" other examples: "the DLu got in the way!" (i use this one often), or "it's not my fault i have a DLu!" it's really quite convenient in situations when you're clumsy, but would rather blame it on something else (like a DLu!). it's really quite a versatile term and can be used in many social situations.

trust me. i know.

so, now that all your pertinent questions have been answered and your minds are at ease, i will bid you adieu. until next time!

DLu.

PS: if there were an award for most useless blog posting ever, i should win the grand prize. i would, of course, give partial credit to my DLu.

PPS: i'm sure that this will be an entry i will look back on in a couple days and think: "what the?!"

I Swear -- It Was The DLu

so as you all know, i used to have a blog. another blog.

as you may (or may not) also know, i wrote three very exhaustive posts to introduce the blog. and then it ended.

well, here's my second go at it.

i know that i promised updates last time, and i didn't deliver (after my third brilliant post) but i'm a little wiser now when it comes to the world of blogging. last time, i quickly OD'd on the updatage. it was like i expected blogging to be as good as a big bowl of frosted flakes doused in 3.1% fat Asia milk. it wasn't. i got tired of the pressures of having to come up with a witty, entertaining blog every other day. the pressure was just too much.

but on my death bed/@ my funeral, i don't want to be remembered by y'all as the dude who started the blog but didn't update for 4 continuous months, leaving the blog to die a horrible, lonely, unread death. poor blogspot.

this time around, i'm older. i'm wiser. i'm more learn-ed in the ways of blogging. i swear. i've changed.

this time, i'm going to be faithful to my loyal readership. i care about you. you're who i blog for. i will never leave you as i once did.

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i'll update.

and ... to be honest ... i forgot the password/username (i'm not sure which) to my other blog. it's true! i wasn't just lazy (i mean, partially it was that), but really ... why on earth would i make a password/username that i wouldn't after 4 months of blog-inactivity?!

i just blame it on the DLu. i guess ... i guess it just helps me reconcile my fears/suspicions/feelings of insecurity that none of you "out there" will actually come to read this after being so cruelly abandoned by a once-promising-faithful blogger who, drunken with the multiple glowing comments of loyal readers, stumbled into blogging-infidelity by way of negligence. i swear, i've seen the light. i've repented.

oh dear reader, i promise to be loyal and faithful to the end of my blogging days. to you, will i faithfully blog -- from the meniel, the nonsensical, insightful -- will i conscientously blog my little heart out. yes, dear reader, i will never abandon you in such a cold and cruel manner again.

DLu.