For A Troubled Mind

Let Go ..

Without freeing the past, you can not embrace the future.

Let Go ...

Lock your sweet memories in a light dust-covered box, so they won't turn into bitter regrets.

Let Go ....

New adventures in life are flying pass you. Just grab the straw of faith and it will lead you to where you belong.

Although Time and Place changes, I am always here for you.

Drunken Wu

Week in LA

I came down to LA on a business trip for a week. The weather is like early June of Vancouver. It was a nice change away from all the crazy snow up north. Things and people are very different down there. A lot more energetic, but a lot more aggressive as well. Fortunately, my co-workers are really nice and passionate about their work.

Tonight, the big boss took us out to dinner. It's a pretty popular place in LA called bendenras. It was packed on a wedesday night. It has a nice bar and live music and lots of beautiful girls. I have a triple line bass on a mushroom vinaigrette sauce with mashed potato and a green veggi. every single thing on the dish was done to perfection and very very special. I was speechless. I couldn't describe how good it was. I should had taken a picture. I, however, had experienced first hand of what big shots in LA is about. It was some ccccrazy stuffs. These rich people do live in a different world than the rest of us. PM me for some juicy details!!

2 more days to go in LA, maybe I will run into more surprises

Ice is melting

Perhaps it was a moment of weakness.

Perhaps it was the music in the background.

As I was sitting alone in a Korean restaurant , I had this sudden urge of wanting to reach out to someone I recently met, to share this moment with her. Wishing her were there, sitting opposite of me and just staring at her smile. I can barely remember the last time I felt this way.

maybe it was just a moment of weakness or something else ...

Ice is melting....

Back from Vacation

Finally back from my long vacation from blogging. There had been a lot going on during the last post I did. I went on a path of a self-realization and self-reflection. There were many times during break that i wanted to update the blog, but the little lazy dark-winged figure told me hold off for more brownie supplies before I resume the blogging.

I found out that I am not as young as I used to be. I found out the hard way by playing basketball. Brain was there to do the ordering, but the muscles refused to move, as it fell in love with the new immigrants called fat. well, not totally new, just comparative to the relationship that my brain and muscles had. This new relationship ended tragically the next day like Romeo and Juliet. I was barely moving with body aches all over.

I also had my first serious sickness in the last few years. The last time I had same degree severity was during the phase known as Alison Allergies(A^2). This time wasn't about the allergy though. It was my poor shiny head unable to adjust to the PMS weather changes. The sickness wasn't pretty. It started off with sore throat and turn into heavy coughing and yucky stuff. At one point, i even saw trace of blood. Good thing, it went away after. Took me nearly 2 weeks to recover. I am definitely getting old or maybe I needed a new supply of immunity from street food in tw.

In terms of food aspect, I have successfully reverse-engineered two new pasta recipes with some my personal kinks to them. I will post them up afterwards if i ever find the elusive digital camera.

There are two weddings I attended during the break, more details are coming up in the following entries with my personal in depth insights to the darkest secrets of the grooms and brides.

Day of Revisiting Lost Youth

This is a recollection of my memory a few weeks ago. I have been really busy finding excuses and activities to write this down :P

Few weeks ago, on a beautiful sunday afternoon, a rare treat in the winter of Vancouver, a call awoke me from my sweet afternoon nap; my brothers asked me to enjoy the sunshine in Stanley Park. With long negotiation and hard struggles, I was forked out of my comfy bed and into the chilling sea breeze.

My captors were right. It was a wonderful day to be out in the open. With windows down and 70's chinese songs(鄧麗君) flowing in the car, my body had started to revitalize from its slumber. My friend figured that was a great way to start the afternoon and, in the same time, educate the young the goddess of chinese music history. =.=" we had a new participant today who is almost a decade younger than us. Damn.. what happened to our youth~~~~ We swore to capture that was lost, today !!

The biking started out as enjoying as the fresh scent of trees and sea water surrounding us. There were many people crawled out of their warm covers to take a peak at the incoming spring. "wow, she is gorgeous", "man, she is hot", "dang, what a nice *beep*", those were the thoughts going through my mind as I toured the seawall of Stanley Park; biking had become a very difficult task to master with all these distractions. Am I getting this desperate or spring is really coming?! I quickly crossed that out of my head as I rode towards the incoming tree. The result of my "super shoulder check" almost ended in utter humiliation. Nevertheless, with these pretty eye candies around me, it was rather hard to learn from the mistake few minutes ago. Man, I need help!!

English Bay was lively as ever; the winter did not seem to affect the crowd at all. We stopped for a breather and decided to go visit Granville Island for the last hour stretch of our tour. Out of nowhere, the smell of delicious smokies had interrupted our group huddle. I swear those damn hot dog stands are evil!!! They know, when and where to stand, to cloud your judgment into buying their food. With the clock ticking and a long lineup of hot dog slaves, we had no choice, but to give up on such atrocious seduction.

We sped down the coastline and up the steep hill, in order to cross the Burrard Bridge. Our age had begun to catch up to our willing spirit. Everyone was panting, sweating, and losing will to go on. Aaah.. my legs sore... my back hurt..... can't breath..... but must go on.... sweet fish and chips, oyster burger and a nice glass of beer is waiting for me on the other side of the bridge. My foody sense is tinkling~~ they are close~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time and aching body were not on our side. We had to settle with the nearby Starbucks. I did rejuvenate myself with a cup of "grante extra hot latte", my daily shot of stimulant. I felt like a stim-packed marine, ready to go, "ooh yeah..." The effect, however, did not last for long. The stupid Burrard Bridge was harder to ride through than imagined. We raced through the streets and cross-walks like one of those Indy 500 games. We arrived at the bike shop with 20 seconds to spare. phew~~~ almost lost another 10 bucks from being over time. The result was rather fatal. Everyone could barely walk. We must had looked like four recently risen zombies, dragging our feet back to the car.

In the end, we did regain our lost youth for a few moments at the cost of sore muscle pain and inability to move in the next few days, but it was worth the effort.

Mission accomplished!!

- Feb 24, 2008

Wii-ly of "Three Box Boys" Squad