Project 55.5 - Part 8

7th December - 6:15 a.m. (PST)

For unknown reason I wake up a tad bit early today. The room feels so warm probably because I shut the window tight last night. Luckily there are plenty of friends awake to chat with. Again time reminds me of the book - Time slips through my fingers like grain of sand. Quietly I crawl around the room to get ready  - fleece, cap, selfie stick and gloves.

No caption for this. Just selfie.

In the Pacific Centre. I think it's pretty.

7.30. The young man at the reception replies. That's the breakfast time.

My stomach doesn't seem to understand that it's too early for breakfast. The nearest food is in 7-11 but I am saving the space for later.

I have better choice else where.

The breakfast isn't very impressive but I don't complain. It lacks variety. Oh, I post it here so the next post don't get overloaded with irrelevant pictures.

Gonna drop the pen now. Let me greet the sun before the city becomes busy again.

6th December - 10:30 p.m. (PST)

It's my fault that I don't pay much attention on food when I do my research at home. Relying purely on online reviews, I decide here as my dinner, only to find disappointment. The texture of the rice is slightly better than the congee I cook at home. Wait... maybe this is how a risotto should be. If I know some locals I will probably get some good recommendations. Unfortunately, not today.

Risotto with generous portion of lobster and overly sweetened hot chocolate rum, Bellagio.

Pacific Centre is nearby so I take the chance to scout around. Apart from the free wifi in every store, inside the mall isn't very impressive. You can find Abercrombie and Hollister here though, and MS goes crazy asking for souvenirs. At the same time I hunt for bras and panties on behalf of my colleague. Damage of the day : 12 panties and 2 bras from La Senza.

No I don't feel shy buying lingerie.

Seeing people with Macbook on the table while sipping their coffees, I want one for myself too. Macbook looks more elegant than regular laptops. My inner self debates while I walk back.

Should I?

Should I not?

Most probably I will.

One of the entrances.

A slice of pizza from 7-11.

The rum takes an hour for the effect to kick in. I can now see double slices of pizza. My throat's burning hot.

Goodnight, FY.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Close the curtain of 2015

Let's take a break from Project 55.5.

One day you'll leave this world behind

So live a life you will remember.

Go venture far beyond these shores

Don't forsake this life of yours.

It's amazing how a song which did not mean anything originally, has now been hummed continuously. And then from whisper I begin to sing aloud. Alone. With confidence. 'Coz his favourite song has now become mine too.

The feeling starts with pure admiration. He's the person I wanna become in my life. He meets my definition of success. The difference, is that he does not give me hope. I am not saying that you give me hope to begin with. He indirectly made me aware that my feeling should never rise above admiration. You see... I don't want to hurt myself again.

Dear FY,

Now that situation turns sour, honest be told... how should I face you? We have changed. My mind is decaying from my own solitude emotions.

I have lost bii. 

I have lost MS. 

Now I lose you too.

Forgotten? Prioritisation? I begin to know my place. Never in my life have I felt this lost. Obsession led me to think all the time. About you. When I woke up in the morning, when I went to sleep at night. And that went on for seven years.

I didn't like 2015. Hopefully the song will change the way I live. 

The video wraps my 2015:
1) Bii's visit
2) Chinese New Year with my mum
3) Melaka trip to satisfy my lust for food
4) My attempt to make churros
5) Bangkok trip to satisfy my lust for...
6) First house purchase
7) Birthday celebration in Starbucks Genting
8) Kampar and Ipoh trip to satisfy my lust for food...
9) Vancouver trip to meet you
10) Christmas gatherings

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year guys.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 7

6th December - 5:00 p.m. (PST)

Do you remember expansion and contraction with temperature? I think this is how my body works. Trying not to be a narcissist, but I notice my pants are dropping lower with passing of time. Between the 6 hours of walk in Stanley Park, I check my tummy for about 6 times to make sure every thing is ok.

They are not afraid of us. Not really.

Downtown view from Stanley Park. The sky is really gloomy.

 The totem poles in Stanley Park. I know. My photography skill sucks big time.

Siwash Rock. Too big not to notice.

Another not too impressive selfie. But I really have fun running up to this peak from a wrong trail. Lions Gate Bridge which connects downtown to North Vancouver.

The raining clouds are blocking the mountain in North Vancouver. On the right is the sea.

On the left you get to see cliffs like this.

Christmas Tree in Lost Lagoon. The picture is edited, obviously.

My legs loan too much of my energy today. While regaining my strength at the Starbucks, my inner self debates.

Should I?

Should I not?

F212 is just a few blocks away.

Maybe next time. It's a tiring day.

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 6

6th December - 11:00 a.m. (PST)

The rain yesterday was crazy! Said the old lady who has breakfast with me.

Mediterranean Omelette with additional bacons, Red Umbrella Cafe. 

The left boy is cute.

The itinerary says to take bus 19 to Stanley Park but I say to walk instead. After a day of walking yesterday I find it less stress to walk. Also I get to pay for the sinful breakfast I have. Good try.

View from the opposite wall. Fairly near to Stanley Park.

Dear FY,

I really want to walk with you.

6th December - 9:40 a.m. (PST)

The comfortable bed turns unpleasant this morning. Yea it's so comfortable.

Damn. 8 in the morning.

Late for 2 hours.

I race down the street without knowledge on how to get the right bus. Where does the bus come from? How far does the bus go? Good thing about Vancouver is all information is available on websites. But there is still tiny bit of me worrying.

On a bright side, the weather is great for morning walk. I'm without raining gear. No rain. No wind. The clouds are not moving while the sun is shy behind them.

From my hostel I walk pass the gay friendly Davie Street to English Bay. Hey! F212 is right here!

Cross and thou shalt be gay.

The beginning of English Bay. Stop complaining and start walking.

Here I am writing by the English Bay. It's a long walk along the sea wall but the walk is satisfying. People cycle and jog. People read on the benches. None of them is seen with gadgets in their hands. Dogs run freely. Ducks are mating. Eagles are feasting on the seagulls. Trees are without leaf. No rubbish. I probably know nothing about nature, but I am definitely closer to it.

Inukshuk at the English Bay sea wall.

Just another Starbucks on the street.

Laughing statues in English Bay.

Heck! The moment I stop writing, the rain has started!




[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot

Project 55.5 - Part 5

5th December - 11:45 p.m. (PST)

I can't sleep.

Sleeping with clothes is proven difficult, no matter how thin the fabric is. I don't belong here. I need privacy.

/cluck

The Romanian enters after his shower. He is presumably tired, from the way he walks and yawns. He takes off his top. Slowly, his long trousers. In less than a metre from me, he takes off his boxers brief, revealing a thick limp jewel unprotected by skin. It will be sorry if I don't do something with the apple already in my hand before he climbs to his bed.

Not 18SX, yet.

Great men think alike. 

My first night, in a cage.

I say goodnight to him, but nothing comes out from my mouth. Quietly, I take off my long johns and call it a day. You see, it's necessary to write this down before I start to forget. Goodnight, Day 1.

5th December - 9:05 p.m. (PST)

Resting in the common room hall while enjoying my beef sausage, I can't stop thinking about the night later. How am I suppose to sleep naked with another 7 strangers?

[Jino] - A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot