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Ok, so yeah.
I've been thinking about getting a piercing. If you're a frequent reader of my Blog or a close friend your jaw might have just dropped, but hear me out.
I've really grown a fascination with piercings, and I suppose that's because they're a tad rebellious, awesome and kind of sexy too. Unlike the vast of teenagers, I missed my stage of growing-up rebellion. I feel that now as my lifestyle and appearance continues to molt, I must take a course of uncharted and unexplored form. And that all started with the urge to grow my hair long, but now, I want to - cheesy though it sounds - further create an identity for myself. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm more than happy with my current appearance, just looking to make myself all that bit more special. :-p This fascination with piercings started it's development ever since I not only moved to Vancouver, but started cracking to the dark and melodic tunes of Porcupine Tree. Go figure, I'm turning emo. Nah, just joking. I'll never be a skinny little emo boy with false dyed black hair.
But anyhow, I do admit to feeling that I've grown a curious indulgence into the world of modern 'punk' and 'emo'. That being said, I've grown a strong attraction to women of a darker nature; more rockin', more out-spoken. Girls with piercings, girls who wear dark make up and girls who dye their hair crazy colours. Yes, I've grown attracted to 'emo' and 'punk' girls. Please seeing the following pictures for examples:
Those who truly know me will know that I've never been one to follow trends, so I don't think this is just a passing phase but rather something that's been building up over the years.
And it's the good 'ol argument, eh? Beauty is the eye of the beholder. I know tons of people who would think these girls are disgusting. But of course, I whole-heartedly disagree with that. I think these girls are not only fantastically beautiful, but utterly special.
I know, I know. Some people are probably rolling in their graves right now, but oh well. You like what you like.
Oh wait - what was this about? Oh yes, the piercing.
The actual consideration as to getting a piercing of some sort is largely in thanks to a female friend (Wai-Lee) living in Burnaby, who I met online a few months ago. Actually, the two of us are planning meet up this weekend and go on a photospree.
Anyway, she's got five piercings herself; one in her lip, one in each ear and one in each breast nipple. After expressing my interest to her about myself getting one, she told me that she thought I'd look good with an eyebrow piercing. I hadn't put much into it before hand, but after a few days of thought I could finally see where she was coming from. And I now concur. Very much so indeed.
And after additional thought, I've been thinking a lip piercing would be pretty rad too. Mind you, If I do go through with it, it'll only be one of the two - not both. However, they are downsides to having either of them.
Lip piercing have a tendency to make gums recede. Even Wai-Lee told me that it has happened to her. Mind you, it's less obtrusive on the gums if the ring is placed to either the left or right as it leaves more roof for the stainless steel ring (and that's what I had planned anyway). Other than that, the piercing takes 2 to 4 weeks to heal in which you must use special alochol-free mouth wash and sea salts.
An eyebrow piercing is a little less of a hassle and is much less prone to causing bodily injury. However, the healing process takes 6 to 8 weeks and in that time, one must be careful not to mix oily hair jam packed with gel into the wound as it will cause an infection. Care procedures from this point are swabbing on a special cleaning soap on the wound 2 times a day. At this particular time, my hair is bloody long. Hangs over my brow and has even caused a few zits in this particular facial region. Could be an infection waiting to happen (assuming I get the piercing in the brow). And considering the time it's taken to grow my hair this long, I have no intentions of cutting it.
Having the opportunity to talk with someone who has to live with a lip piercing has greatly comforted me. After all, she does have first hand experience...
And no, I'm not worried about the pain and etc of the procedure it's self. On average, it takes them 2-3 minutes as they jam a needle through your brow and/or lip. Sure, it'll hurt, but only for a short second. Not to mention, I'm no stranger to pain. I walk around Vancouver with ripped up heels pouring blood into a nice pair of grey socks. And yes, it hurts like hell. I've got so many scars on my feet you wouldn't believe it.
But enough about that, let's go onto initial reaction from others. And they are? Uhh, I've only two told people about it; Wai-Lee (the girl with the piercing) and my father. My father is quite sensible on the matter. Not over bearing by any means. Though honestly, he doesn't like the idea as, A) he thinks the girls won't like me as much and B) as short as it may be, the operation it's self. He's easily sickened and not a fan of hooks being ripped through any of his body parts. Haha.
Piercing Style:
As to the exact piercing, If it be a eyebrow one, I'd like something like this:
Love the green colour especially.
If I went with a lip piercing, I'd like something like THIS (green) or THIS (blue). Green's my favourite colour, whilst blue matches me eye colour.
I'm excited. And more so towards the prospect of a lip piercing than a brow one. Will keep you mofo's informed.
Ciao for now.
They aren't front row of course...In the stands.... But woohoo!!!
Tomorrow the Pre-Sale tickets for Rush's May 29th concert here in Vancouver, go on sale!!
Hoping for the best. Will report back.
Ehem -
Tonight is just one of those nights when I feel like reminiscing about the Past. Whatever the reason may be, I'm feeling a slight shade of deja vu. And though I feel as I've felt this state of mind once before, I honestly cannot say what has brought it on. It's just one of those odd things.
Having endured a some seven year spree of bad luck - which has thankfully now ended - I can't believe how much has been wasted. It's just absolutely amazing considering that it all happened in a blink of an eye; in many ways, time truly has passed me by. It's liked I missed the "Year 2000 bus to the world of life continuation and progress". I missed the bus, and the end result was epic failure.
I missed out on so many things it's not even traceable. Particularly on things just naturally expected of teenagers growing into adults.
And what experiences I've been through. I've been through stuff most kids - hell, adults - should never have to experience. But now, here we are: year 2008. An absurd seven years since I first dropped into the abyss. It has all ended now, but where did it all go?
Don't get me wrong, I've been feeling better as of late, but where did my childhood go? Must I grow up so fast?
Joe McCulloch: 1995-2008
Well, that's it. After 13 or so years of being together, my cat Joe, died last night. But unlike the death of Jack and Rex in previous years - both of which died from kidney failure - Joe's death was fully unexpected.
Prior to his departure, Joe had most always been a healthy cat: chunky, but not overweight per se; well groomed; extremely healthy teeth and lastly, was undoubtedly one of the most active cats I had ever seen. Just minutes before his death, I had (in the name of fun) chased him down the hall a couple of times as he frolicked, shouted and snarled. That was the thing about Joe - he was one of a kind. He was far from a boring, regular old cat with no personality. Even having owned 5 cats at one point in time, I can quite honestly say that he was like no other.
Joe was always one of those cats that you admired for his extroverted personality. In all fairness, he was an absolute bastard, but I obviously loved him for that very fact. This is a cat which was not only very easily annoyed, but very easily made jealous; akin to some delirious house wife. If you talked to another cat when he he was in the vicinity, he'd make a big deal out of it by not only snarling at you, but by staring at the cat you were talking (specifically petting) to. He'd even scratch our wicker chairs to regain the attention he believe he deserved. What's more, Joe's idea of how to get a cat out of his sleeping area or even away from me or my father, was by cleaning the other cat. Yup, that's right - he would purposely clean them knowing they would eventually get tired of it, and move on out. And kudos to him, because it always worked.
When he didn't wanted to be talked to, and you wanted to talk to him, he'd most always make a snorting sound and immediately cringe. But when he wanted to talk to you, he would make sure he'd have his way. He'd obsess and bother you until he knew you'd give up out of frustration and just starting nurturing him. Bottom line: he knew how to get want he wanted.
And yet again, his death was completely unexpected; even if he was 17 years of age (was 3 when we got him). After chasing him around last night, me and my father weren't out of that bathroom for more than 5 minutes when he heard three loud yelps. Considering yelping was one of Joe's favourite things, It normally would have gone unnoticed, but these yelps were notably different. Both me and my father quickly ran to the bathroom where Joe was laying on the floor as his body convulsed and his throat gasped for air. Naturally, we thought he was choking on something and thus attempted to pump his stomach, but it was all too late. Truth is, we'll never quite know what happened to Joe. Our first assumption was that he had a heart attack, but there's also the possibility that he swallowed his tongue or perhaps choked on water and such.
It's hard to explain the sorrow of his death. The only thing that can be said is that my father has undoubtedly taken a harder hit than I have. Joe was always his favourite cat, and losing him is easily akin to losing a family member. But of cours, his death has greatly affected me too. I loved that cat with an undeniable passion. He was my little buddy. And over the last little while, I had never seen him so eager to talk to me. Every night over the last two months, he'd crawl into my room and rub his head against my hands to wake me up. And no surprise, It would always work, and then I'd happily let him sleep beside whilst he was partially covered by my bed-sheets.
At this moment, I am on the verge of yet again crying, but am doing my best to hold it in. Last night I hadn't any problems showing how I felt though.... I must have cried - while my head laid against his - for at least 40 minutes last night.
What makes Joe's death even more so tragic is that it marks the end of an era in my life. My cats are pretty much all I have left from the good old days. Once they pass, I'll have little, if anything to remind me of how things once were. There were so many memories in that cat's eyes it's not even funny. I had Joe when I lived in the United States, I had Joe at most troubling of times in my life.
Our commitment to Joe was unparalleled. For instance, several years ago Joe had an infection thus causing a lack of red blood cells and as a result, was slowly dying. We spent $800 at a vetenarian clinic to help him get better, and after weeks of hoping for improvement (and hand feeding him squished liquids) things started to turn positive. He fought off something which I don't think anyone thought he could
And yet Joe's demise last night was an unlikely one. Any regrets you ask? Yeah, but only one. I'll forever ask myself why I never took more pictures of him when he was alive. As to pay some sort of a strange homage to the little guy, I decided that I'd take a few photos of him after his death. Given that I never took enough photos of him when he was alive and kicking, I thought now would be the best time. The below photo was indeed taken 20 minutes after he had passed. If you look closely, you'll see that his eyes are overtly dilated...
Death of something you truly love is a always strange thing. While I have those moments when I'm in tears thinking about him, now is not one of them. Help keeping his memory alive - by writing this post - is how I will pay honour to the mighty Joe, or as he was affectionally referred to as, the "seal baby"; the latter of which is thanks not only in part to his grey fur, but his chunky body and his odd vocal chords.
Take care little man. You'll be missed.
I wrote this post this past Saturday on a sheet of paper and have just now gotten the chance to post it. Given that a terrible tragedy happened last night, I thought I'd better post it before I announce the bad news.
Oh my, where do we start?
How about we lay it simple: life is going well. Actually, "well" is more than somewhat of an understatement... "Fantastic" better describes how I've been feeling as of late. I feel better now than I have in the last seven years, and I sincerely mean that.
Finally, I feel as if things are going my way. Disappointments seems minuscule, meanwhile depression and unhappiness seem nearly non-existent. I've been waiting for this type of mental re-brith every since the beginning of this decade.
As I've explained oh-so many times before, the year 2000 was essentially a stop-gap in my life, but now - after a seemingly endless amount of problems - things are starting to look good.
Whilst I still have yet to sort my education, rest assure, I'm working on it. And when it's sorted, I'll welcome it with open arms. In the meantime, I'm just a happy person all-around. For instance, I'm feeling more confident not only about things as they are, but about the future. I'll just have to continue to do my best.
Other than that, I am pleased to say that my meet up with Mandie (the girl I met last weekend at Oakridge mall) went well. I truly believe that the two of us had a fantastic time together. However, that's all I'll say on the subject because I wouldn't want to be pushing my luck, but ultimately, don't believe it's fair to kiss & tell. I have a lot of respect for Mandie, and have no desire to treat her like some trophy. The only thing I'll say is that I really like her. She sets my mind and heart my free. I've never met anyone like her before, and am sure I never will again.
On the automotive front, Dad has bought a new car! Oh yes, it was time and let me say: it's one hell of a purchase. It's a gold/champagne coloured 1999 Acura RL 3.5 with just 54,000km. In short, the car is absolutely mind and has hardly ever been used.
And, umm, what else?
Evidently, I haven't been able to blog anywhere as much I have the past. Why? Well, it's not so much as I haven't the time, but more because I'm too busy enjoying life. Forum life, for instance, has taken a big hit. My usual online-forum visits have drastically declined. But you know, I don't really care about that. Silly though it sounds, I feel as if happiness has found me. And it's been a long time coming.
