Er, Ethiopia?

http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2006/12/24/somalia.html

Righto. :/

Why I love Facebook...

After many searches, I found a group for my old elementary school in Montréal (Roslyn School).

I've just spotted (so far) 2 guys whom I haven't seen since 95/96 when I moved. That's 10-11 years. 10-11. Currently wondering how to go about re-introducing myself because all I vividly remember of one was that his grandmother knitted him a Tintin sweater and everyone in my class was all "OMFGTINTIN*envyenvyenvy*" oh and that we had two Erics in our class and everyone (our teacher too) just referred to them as Eric C and Eric L-B (LB is the one I just possibly found). Also one is French (LB) and the other lived in the Northwest Territories (C) for a while (but he was blond, really blond. He used to sport a bowl-type haircut i think) as I recall from our Étoile de la Semaine/Share something about you-type thing.

Wow...Just, wow.

Oh possibly found another friend, the one who lived across the street from the school but since she has no photo yet, I can't tell.


Just when I had given up any possibility of finding anyone from 94-96, BING, Facebooks pops in.

EDIT I'm a little amused at how most, if not all the alumi are either currently at (or have graduated from) LCC, Marianopolis, Trafalgar, Sacred Heart, The Study or Royal West which are all pretty big-wig big-deal high schools/academies/Secondary I, II, III, IV, V w/CEGEP schools.

EDIT II The 'Westmount is the shit' group also has alot of people from my day there. D:

Wow...

So I did loose all my photos

Back in September, I had been told by an HP tech to use "somethingsometthing Recovery" to fix my Media Center. All I had been told would change would be my desktop, nothing about loosing my personal files and such. So, as a result, all the photos I had uploaded to my shiny new laptop are gone and I need everyone's help.

If I have sent you or emailed you any photographs, could you email them to me, please? Thanks.

(Note; I had also deleted the 'original' photos off of my account on dad's laptop and I had hoped I had backed them up on CD as part of the 'CD collection' of backups I had ready to be sent but weren't sent for reasons which were never made clear to me)


I will try out this file retrieval software (maybe I should've done that in September had I known about such things) and see.

Interesting stuff

http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2006/12/19/harper-motion.html

I was wondering when this would be brought up.

Hm.

From watching past debates where a team proposes a counter-plan, I've never really seen one work. Usually it goes boom. Harper tabled a counter-proposal to the Bloc's and bing, biff and poing! Now we'll be seeing Québécois vs Quebecker debates. Then you have to consider the French-Canadians outside of Quebec and woah...Hm.

Couldn't we have had a referendum? No wait, that would've been $$$ and "Oh god not again AAAH". Alright, back to studying for Socio.

Ow, ow, ow...

First, I can be one of those people who can legitimately use the phrase "Ahhh! The light! My eyes, they burrn!" because ouch, my eye hurts. As does my head and now my neck behind my ears. (edit and my back shoulders...)

Second, went to Montréal in the NWAN (nation within a nation) of Quebec today and spoke 90% in French. Oh lord I must seem incompetent. Oh well, I guess that's what 10 years in an English-speaking province can do to you. I think I'll comfort myself with the fact that at one point an time before the move I could speak French like it was no one's business. In fact, there's a video of me talking with Santa back in '95 and I sound like a typical French kid. I say 'Barbie' in a Francophone trying to speak English manner too.

Also, I discovered the amazingness that is Simons. I never really bothered much for it (tragic, I know) but I thought "Well, I need some winter clothes", went in, was shocked by how many people were in there and found myself two turtle necks and a warm pair of pants.

Though, I was saddened by the fact that Le Faubourg is being rennovated into something much smaller than it used to be. It used to be so bustling and busy but now I'm sure that in a few years, Concordia can own the building entirely. I enjoyed eating outside on the balconies right beside this old stone building (I think it's Concordia property too now) :(

Should've taken photos of the Christmas decor at Ogilvie's. So...elaborate. There's like a moving model and such. And Place Montréal Trust is crazy with it's giant crazy giant decorations "tree". The Bay is insane. And other bad news, the 'Santa Village' that was always set up at Place Desjardins is no longer a village with a train for kids and family to go around the lower gallery of the 'shopping mall' in. That made me sad. I remember back in the better days where every year mum and I would go and ride this train with the 'elves'. And it would run in the lower area and such (But now they built a food court so much of the original space has been taken up--plus, I bet they did it for the sake of the Jazz Festival so that people can just enter the mall, get a drink, shop etc.)

I wish I went to Concordia. The new buildings are snazzy and very modern and such. Also, vive the proximity of a 24hr Second Cup to the campus which is right across from the "Intergrated Visual Arts, Computer Science and Engineering building" (there's a few of them in Montréal.). Mind, there's one right beside Sir George Williams Campus too.

Also, Simons is very, very, very big. Omar de Serres (aka Loomis) is like, an artist's heaven.If I could, I'd live there.

Ooh some marks for classes are up

And I got a C+ in FLS. Hahaha...I think I know why. But still, Me + French-language classes...do they ever get along? :P (I think if that ever happened...then the world would really be doomed plus, it was only a support class for Socio...not like we learned anything much save for some small words that I had heard of but never knew the meanings)

mdr ça...hahaha.

Hm.

FLS 2581 exam...I went "teehee...révolution tranquille" when we got the text. Then went about happily answering the questions. Crazy UdeP woman.

ALG 1901 oral...no comment. Never taking this language again. That's a lie, it just means I'll keep working on my Japanese and pick up something else.

SOC 1501 exam. I forgot what habitus de classe and the three characteristics of contrôle sociale were until while I was in line to hand in my exam, I saw a brouillon sheet in the garbage with all three answers and I just went "Argh >_>" in pained silence. Minus 6 pts. D: However, I got a 16,5 on the compte-rendu so I left the gym happy.

ALG 1901 written. I cannot write out proper time in German. Minus 3 points. But I came up with a dialogue based on the oral exam we did (which just so happened to be convieniently set in a restaurant. Hoho) so haha...go me.

No exams until next Thursday. Since my aunt's friend is coming over tomorrow, my mum's and aunt's cousin is coming on Tuesday and staying until New Year's, I'm doing a day trip to Montréal on Monday. Ah wait, Thursday, I'll have to check up on that communications class.

And somewhere in between, I'll start packing. But first, I'll try not to go crazy over why I cannot get those V-looking stitches when I'm knitting. All I get is garter stitches. :/

Phone tagging! One wonders if I will get lucky this week and get a hold of some people. D:

Woah, I'm actually British? Serious?

Originally this post contained stuff about how crazy my family is--on both sides (excluding mum and my aunt (her sister) and gramma and my brother from BC oh and my two blood-related cousins. Everyone else is just woosh, crazy and beyond that it's angering.) No wait, "crazy" is not the proper adjective here....more like "bleeding mental" or something worse. Oh no, wait, Oxford and Webster don't even have a word for it...and that's not a good thing.

In genealogical news, it's been confirmed that I'm actually part British. My great-grandfather was from Britain. (So, British-Jamaican I be it seems. Awesome) This probably explains a bit of things. I wonder where in Britain he was from...Hm.

Here's something you don't see everyday

First, I have concluded that Mondays are TV nights. (Heroes + Doctor Who) Fridays too, if I'm not half tired, my aunt and I watch RMR, 22mins and Air Farce.

So, on my way to the bus station today, (Hurdman) I saw like 7 or 8 buses on the Transitway headed to the station all stopped over on the bridge above the street here. So I wait for the light wondering "Hm. That's odd...why aren't a single of them moving?" (During rush hour, the buses zoom about, not stay parked on the Transitway) and by the time I got to the station, I noticed that not only was that bridge blocked, but all the "streets" where the buses come and go---all 4 directions. There were police and transit police directing the buses and passengers and such.

Actually, the entire side of the station where the buses go downtown-bound and beyond was sectioned off with yellow tape--including the shelters. Two buses were parked there and there were police and a bus towtruck. Buses had to let off passengers at odd spots and to get downtown, they used the side that would normally be for buses headed east or southbound as a 2-lane (one each way) "street" and officers trafic directed and stopped buses in the middle and ushered groups of commuters to the other side (fields, really). But uh, not too cool for those who had finals this morning. One girl I talked with said she made it in the nick of time despite having left super-early. Actually, the scary bit is that on the PA system, the lady at HQ put out a message saying for busdrivers at Hurdman to not let their passengers off in the middle of the transitway (Though apparently, one bus dropped off it's passengers because it was in an even longer line-up and everyone had to walk from Train(I suppose where you see Hurdman) to Hurdman) I think I heard her mention something about hazardous. She was being pretty serious. Dunno.

Really scary though. People suspect there was an explosion, a murder (quite frequent on this one bus route---118---as of recently), or something big-bad. So, hopefully something pops up on tonight's news about this because Hurdman is like the "Central Station" of the transitway. All the buses going east, south, north or coming from the west stop at Hurdman because it's their last stop or a stop-over. (Plus, there's alot of buses here) So if something's wrong here, it screws up the system a bit.

I have also concluded that Ottawa buses have some of the strangest most colourful passengers. Ever. Like the man, whom I've dubbed, "Canada-should-get-out-of-Afghanistan-b/c-there's-nothing-wrong-there" or rather "I'm drunk and I shall randomly talk to you and shout at you in a passive way" or "Can I have money please" guy from South Keys (he sounded like he owed some guy $$ though judging by the way he spoke on the phone) or "I may look disgusting, but can I use you as a pillow" guy or "I like to curse under my breath constantly" guy etc. etc. oh and there's also the "We r teens and we like to swear becuz its kewl" group or the people who whine and moan about the frequent 95s during rush hour "whiners of the 95" (No matter how many 95s come during rush hour, they're always full. Geez)

OC Transpo, that's how I roll. :P

Dec. 5th.

So normally, I would be a big ball of depression at this time of the year, every year since then. Today, I feel slightly forgetful and far from depressed--I even forgot today was the 5th.

Okay, nevermind. That 's a lie. I'm not not depressed, I am, just not really. Does that make sense? I'm stressed, but don't feel it and I don't feel at all ready for my German oral exam (I suck at memorizing lines, big time even if it is a group thing), I'm having immense troubles studying, organizing my textbook notes for Psychology and overall getting distracted at every oppurtune moment and re-watching episodes of Doctor Who I recorded onto my computer (Last night's episode was reminiscent of a Space-horror film mixed with very philosophical/semi-religious stuff (and the topic of how each sect--or in Doctor Who's case, how each galaxy, each planet, each civilization he's ever been to through the course of history and the universe--views the devil-type thing and how he and his people viewed the universe. Very fascinating) or just staring down at my laptop at the French assignment I need to get done for tomorrow which isn't really done.

I think I'm a big ball of confused. One big ball of confused and I have no idea what I should do today or how I should be acting right now. Or, well, I do know that I should go to Sociology in an hour for sure, but other than that, I dunno.

Well, I do need to get my buspass tonight...and "lunch" too. But yeah. Don't quite understand. Don't quite feel like doing much of anything yet I have to finish French, try and memorize my lines for German, study for Psychology along with German again and my two Sociology classes.

Wah, ramble, ramble, ramble, ramble...etc.

i have a tendency to be this vague, yes.