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Nothing much to say...

Except that it’s finally getting cooler here in Ottawa. It’s starting to feel like September of last year. Next month will be somewhat symbolic to me as it will be now one year since I moved from Moncton to go in Hull. (I actually moved in Ottawa a bit before January.)

A got some jokes to write, but I don’t feel like writing them right now… Maybe the work stress will help me out.

Oh wait, “work stress”… We stoped being too busy all the time! Since last Monday, it’s not busy. Finally.

Take your Hi5 invitation and shove it!

To all people that are on my MSN list but never speak to me…

TAKE YOUR F***ING Hi5 INVITATIONS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR A**

On the other hand, let’s have some fun with it

Thought the gas prices were high?

My Japanese friend, now in the US, recently posted a picture of a sign at a gas station in the US. Over 2 US dollars per litre! That’s more than double the price here!

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I thought you wanted me to cut my hair!

In the last poll about cutting my hair, you’ve all voted that I should cut my hair. And obviously, many people didn’t need to read the poll on my site to promptly tell me to do so.

Yet now, I ask to know where is a good place to do so, but I’ve not received any suggestions at all! What is wrong with you, people?!

The excitement never ends!

CBC Ottawa News: Shediac mayor charged with sexual assault

I see there’s always something new in the good old South-East of New Brunswick!

Longhorn's name is...

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Windows Vista! (a.k.a. WinVi. Vi as in Vista and VI for Windows 6.0.)

I’m so excited… Woohoo… Look at me.

I need a haircut

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See me now (first image above), and how I was around 14 months ago (second picture). I think it’s time for a haircut! (Many of my friends think the same way.) Hence, also time to look for someone who can do that.
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I stoped cutting my hair with the usual hair clipper since around 18 months now. I remember I stoped doing so right after I started my private Japanese lessons in October 2003. But I don’t like it when my hair is too short. I really liked it when my hair was at the length as shown in the second image above. (Even though I don’t like the facial expression I have on that one.)

And I remember the time I was bald in college…

So, does anyone has suggestions for a hair stylist in Ottawa? Please, let me know!

Thanks in advance.

(This entry is also posted on the LiveJournal Ottawa Community journal.)

Destruction of the English language

Reading the pages linked below will make you realise how people treat the English language. My first language is not English, but even I found out that people just can’t speak or write their own language!

All languages take a hit, even my mother’s. An important French dictionary has recently accepted the word “blog”, in its English spelling (instead of “blogue”):

The Ottawa Japanese Language Meetup Group

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http://japanese.meetup.com/53/
What kind of address is that anyways? Why not just “ottawa” instead of “53”?

They meetup at the first Friday of every month. (Except this one. I doubt anyone would have been present during Canada Day!) I’ve joined them for the second time yesterday evening.
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It’s fun, but I think it’s more about the Japanese girls being there learning English than us learning Japanese. (I say Japanese girls since no Japanese guys ever come.) Sometimes I try to always speak in Japanese, but I can’t, as everybody else around me always speak in English.

The other downside for me is the fact of who I am. Semi-social. I’ve never been able to intergrate myself in groups as I tend to sometimes try too much to be sociable. At least I try — when I don’t, I never talk and I look boring. I even look angry sometimes, but I am really not.

It’s an interesting thing I’ve discovered about myself since years, but only started to enjoy recently. I feel I’m simply a satellite orbiting around groups of friends. It’s as if each of my friends were ambassadors of their own group or gang to me, while I’m being treated as a guru with friendship. They often tell me things they wouldn’t even dare telling their own circle. I’m often never introduced to friends of their ilk, or if they do, I am quickly forgotten.

What I hate is when people are trying to feel as they are getting as many friends as possible. They met you and spoke to you for a little while and already try to get your phone number and e-mail address, like the Japanese people at the group mentionned above. I felt a bit privileged when asked for my contact information before only to discover that it’s completely worthless. It’s simply contributing to their list of contact already too long. When I give out my phone number and e-mail address to people I meet in groups, it’s most likely that I will never hear from them again, or until the next we meet. For that reason now, I stoped giving out my information. What’s the use?

I usually hang out with only one person at a time — rarely two. If you do see me with a group of people, I tend to be accidently at the back of the group, often being simply a spectator and never jump into the conversation being held by the people in front of me. If I do, that’s the part of me trying too hard to socialise again, and I usually make the situation a bit awkward. My sense of humour is also a bit special and only enjoyed by a few.

I also never give a good first impression. Those who appreciate me took time to get to know me, and they always think it is very worth it. They always tell me what they thought I was at first and how they regret it. To quote someone who is now a friend of mine: “Oh! I never wanted to tell you this, but… At first, I think you were such a loser. But now I know you better, and I regret I thought that way of you before.” Also, because of that problem, I tend to never believe the first impression I get from people, because I know they probably aren’t the way I think they are first.

It had to happen

After 22 years of service at the same workplace, my mother informed me before yesterday that she lost her job on July 7 at noon.

Poor her. She’s 45 and lives in an area of New Brunswick where the rate of unemployed people is on the rise. My sister is living with my parents. It’s going to be a hard time for them.

I’d like to help her, like for her English, writting her résumé, and updating the software on the computer, but I’m just wondering if I can. Not only the fact that I don’t have a lot of time, but I also have the possibility of going to Vancouver instead…

I’ll see what I’ll do. I wish them well.

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