After and Before

It’s been a week and a few things have happened. Mainly my school having an outbreak of the Norovirus and cockroach escapees! 

No more campus food for me!! …at least until next year. I don’t think I can survive the travel without buying a meal to go. Man, if only Kipling station had like Tims express inside! I know they have outside but that would require getting out of the station….nah. 

Anyway, I didn’t get the stomach bug but I did manage to get sick (a fever riddled with dizziness and occasional groans about dying) during the day it happened. Four days of absence, four class go swoosh. I would panic. I’m probably already panicking since I missed one due date for my assignment and slightly bewildered with the amount of stuff we gotta do for our projects this semester. I’m not ready. 

At all. 

I don’t know! Maybe it’s just that time of year where you look around and don’t like what you see but you just got to push through because it maybe you being lazy. Procastinating and what not. I thought I at least had an inkling of what I want because I don’t know my end goal other than survive life until I die. I want to go to a different program for writing since writing is the love of my life but I wanted to explore.
So here I am. Exploring on the other side of the city. The West end…instead of somewhere closer like Ryerson or George Brown. Exploring the ends of sanity.

Meh. I got one more year left and all I want is to pass. Maybe get a mini fridge as my prize for finishing something that seem to matter. 

I really, really want a mini fridge. It would be great for my secret stash of ice cream! 

Anyway, college isn’t bad as I make it to be. I normally don’t stick to one thing so I don’t end up getting bored of what I do. I guess I’m getting a bit bummed out by doing mostly the same thing. It was the same with writing. The downside with getting bored of is that I tend to either discontinue or put on a long hiatus on my works which sucks because then I’d forget it even exist. Until I decide to venture my archives and find it again! 

Ah well, I’ll push through the laziness and get somewhere.

I do have a future plan but I’m afraid of what will happen afterwafd ‘cuz life is unpredictable sometimes. But I’ll get there. Just maybe not today.

Cuz it’s too cold to do anything and yes, I am being lazy!

On an end note, I’ve been listening to this melody and I’m in love ❤

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The Cursed Room

So since nothing really happened during the weekend, (and maybe I got…distracted by Netflix…) and today was just me starving the whole 3 hour class creating monster silhouettes, I shall tell a tale.

A tale of a noise in the night- well, nearing midnight to dawn sometimes-of incomprehensible garbles that made me think my neighbors are Sims…this is a story from next door, an apartment room where many have claimed it as home but in these thin layered walls, the screams tell another story.

                            (It’s not scary.)

I’d like to believe I live in a somewhat decent neighborhood despite having a huge ass park without any lamp lights and a bridge that makes it a prime target for evil deeds. Or just to scare the crap out of you every time you come home late and have to walk in the darkness with semi-visible lights. Seriously, the park is ominous at night especially when the trees create sharp, tall looking silhouettes.It used to be that the homeless would sleep under the trees during Summer because it’s not gonna fun during Winter and my mom would always warn me never cross through the shortcut through the suspicious trees with a sleeping bag underneath. I do hope they found a better place. The tree does give enough space for a small child or teen to have like a camp or hidden hide out.

Anyway, I’m getting distracted!

I live in the basement because it was convienient to just roll our laundry to the Laundry Room that heave it upstairs (that was my exercise haha!). I’m at the edge of the building so my neighbor has the middle room, it looks slightky bigger and I think it’s only one bedroom. The first time we moved, our neighbor was the landlord’s son. Never met the son, only his father. The dude seems okay to be honest. He had a drum kit which he would practice either alone or with other people. He had loud hangouts but nothing too bad. It does annoy my Mom and I from time to time. After a while, the dude moved out and another set of family came in.

Oh hohohoho! This family…MAN.

It was weird. I don’t really remember much of them. My mom does remember them having the same shouting capacity as a banshee or a toddler for that matter. They’d fight loudly by banging. They also pets but their cats so they were quite. The family had two kids, a son and a daughter who looked a bit of like blank faces. I don’t know, something seemed off about them.

One particularly memory stand out that raised alarms. I was coming back home from high school when I glanced people staring down at something in the hallway. I noticed it was a small cage probably for cats and they were probably trying to sell the cats. At this point, the family was getting ready to move out. There was a lot of hustle and furniture. I think they were also selling the furniture but I can’t be too sure. As to why, you’ll see!

So after witnessing a strange meeting, I just ignored them and got inside. A week later I get a knock on the door. My mom has a rule that I will never open the door to people I don’t know. I slowly made my way to the door and was about to check who it was when someone said out loud, “This is police. We would like to speak with you.”

For a moment, I was terrified that I’ve done something illegal, had no knowledge of it, and got caught or something was horribly wrong. So I called my mom loudly so they could hear me and know we’re not ignoring them. My mom quickly got out of the bathroom and spoke with officers. I caught a bit of conversation by hiding near the door to my room.

They were asking questions about the neighbor next door. When they left, what my mom knew about them, etc.

My mom just told me they were probably dealing with illegal stuff. It then made sense to me while they were selling stuff quickly. They needed money to get out and also get rid of their trace if possible.

I never knew what happened to them. That moment when the police came was a bit of a surprise.

The next one which came in the apartment I dubbed, “Cursed Room” is a couple. I did bump into them once when I was opening the door at the same time as them. They seemed nice and had a small dog.

They had problems. A bunch of them.

First of, their relationship fell apart and it was like hearing an audio book of the latest drama book written by a heartbroken, angst teen. The woman had the vocal of an opera singer. She kept yelling, I think its her favourite past time, to her now ex about how their friend is just using them and they were letting them and he should just leave her. They yelled quite a lot and the dog gets yelled by the banshee incarnate because they pooped the rug.

Maybe if you have trained it, loved it, and goddamn take care of it like a good owner SHOULD…it wouldn’t be such a hell spawn.

The woman was clearly stressed out with her ‘lover’ being very shady and her life probably falling into shambles. The last strike was a sad one. They did broke up with her kicking him out of their apartment and not let him in.

That was a roller coaster of a ride. Even so, my mom was furious to the point she’d turn the radio to full blast so they would either stop or won’t hear much of their arguments.

The last one…the currently in the house and I’m convinced came from the land of Sims, is a large family. At first they seemed okay. Then the yelling started.

Then they started to party loud like they own the goddamn world.

Then THEY kept BANGING. THE FREAKING. WINDOWS. AND DOORS!

Not to mention, people would come up and punch their windows for god knows what reason and speak what seems to be Simlish at 3 in the morning with what seems to be megaphones as their vocal cords.

They still do it. They still LIVE beside us. My mom is about to blow the fuse and is looking somewhere else to live.

The neighbors ALWAYS fight, ALWAYS shout. It’s like a never ending cycle, a curse of bad neighborhood etiquette!

This is why I call it the “Curse Room” because everyone who moves in becomes a freaking banshee and they don’t last very long. I think among all the other families who lived here, that room always have a new tenant in a few months.

It’s a creepy, obnoxious pattern that someday I’ll get away from and pray for the poor souks who will occupy my lot.

Well, that’s all I have for the “Cursed Room”!

The ‘Meh’ Day

Today was pretty uneventful– nothing much happened than the normal sobbing in defeat as I traverse to school. There’s just something about a cold room with no windows that makes me so antsy! I can understand why there aren’t windows but maaan, it kind of feels like prison. A nice prison though!

Basically, my whole college years have been me stuck in a windowless room day to night in a cold environment. It’s a lab of computers that I cannot eat in and have little sense of when my break is. I think last year was the worst break we had. I had back to back class from 12 to 3:15 pm BUT THEN my next class starts at 3:20 pm and ends at 6pm!! 

A five minute non-existent break. 

I was happy to have a very nice teacher that lets us eat (The place isn’t a lab. It’s more of an underground gym refitted for a greenscreen room.) and give some time for us to buy food before being shut into the underground once again. Another classroom without windows! But it’s not small, i get my own table all for myself so I’m actually comfortable in that place.

Anyway, didn’t really manage to get out to school a lot this week. My mom had the flu and it unfortunately got pass down to me. It’s better than that miserable, stuffy feeling that just won’t go away. Probably will go tomorrow though. Sadly, what is suppose to be a class up to 3pm only changed to 3pm to 6pm…

There is no escape. ;-;

It’s not so bad I guess. It could worse like 9pm but I don’t think I’d ever go everyday. It’s like 4 hour travel all together. I remember forgetting to check my email, went to school and to my agony, there was no class. If it was Friday, it would have been fine. But noooooo! It’s a Thursday…and I wasted 4 hours of my life because I forgot to check my mail.

Tip to you people out there: Always check your business or primary email you use! 

I think one of the best thing that happened today was I ate my mother’s flan cheesecake. It’s sooo sweet, creamy and a small amount is somewhat enough. Here’s a picture of it:

I used a toothpick for my utensil…I got lazy. It works! The sweet is soft enough to be cut by a slim toothpick.

Anyway, that’s all that happened today. Good night!

Night Time Is Snack Time

My dearest mother has this thing where she would scoff at me for eating late night snacks or eating late dinner. 

She always lecture me of how its bad to eat dinner near midnight and I stubbornly tried to refuse. (It’s kind of a habit to sleep late like 3 or 5 am during any breaks I have from school.) Of course I stopped eating my favourite microwavable dinners at midnight- is good microwave food i swear-

-and proceeded to devour every sugar adled snacks in our home. More recently, one snack that actually made me write this post, Oreos are the ones I’ve been slowly decimating. 

School’s back and I tend to work until I finish my assignments which means…ALL-NIGHTERS!! 

What a better way to stay awake than a bunch of Oreos and a lukewarm coffee that will soon turn cold!

It’s not even the busy the busy months yet but we got a load of projects spread out for this semester. Not sufe if I’m looking forward to know more about human anatomy…I wouldn’t say my dislike is because I’m the worst at remembering…even if I am. It was just not what I was expecting taking the program. 

Well besides from that, late nights usually make me hungry even if I had a big dinner. There’s just no pleasing the demon monster inside my belly.

I still want a small Keurig and or a mini fridge in my room so I can take my snacks without traversing the Forbidden Lands that is my kitchen. I just want good drinks without being accosted by the Sleeping Mother of the Early Birds. 

Welp. I don’t think I’m going to stop snacking..but maybe I should start healthier options? If only citrus doesn’t make my sfomach feel like a volcano is about to erupt from within. 

This is why I prefer sweets!

Well, this is a start!

I guess I should begin by saying hello.

Hey there, strangers of the internet!! My alias name is Jay, writer and overlord of this blog. Why my alias instead of my real one? Well, considering I will be rambling, I’d prefer to keep it out of future professional workplace. Because I’m not going to be very clean about my words at times. There will be those  times when you feel the need to shout at everything even if its your trusted heater.

Anywaaay! A bit about where this blog will take place. I live in currently bi-polar winter weather city of Toronto! Seriously, it’s slushy then slush-ice slippery on the sidewalks yesterday when I went out. So! I’m more in the East end of the city which sucks when you go to North Campus of Humber College. The hour ride inside the old trains without air conditioning is hell during the summer.

I’m an artist and a writer with a disturbing want to play games all day even though I know I have about ten assignments to finish. I try not to but it’s like coffee, I can’t stop the addiction!

So what would this blog even be about other than my personal ventings? I guess my arts and stories. My projects I’m slowly puttimg together. Some pictures of life beyond the tedious college days. Every snapshots life, the moments I live will be in this blog. Especially me talking about my friends and embrassing them!

(For my friends: LOVE U GUYS)

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled on about myself enough for now. I’m getting a bit hungry…definitely not going to get coffee…no…that..that would a bad idea, right? I have to wake up early tomorrow…but..

Meh. I have lousy self control.

Here! Have a pic of my Prince Kitten on a mug! (Courtesy to my friend Mark. Thanks bud!)