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The Greatest Void

When I walk through my apartment and nothing can be heard but my footsteps, I am reminded of how awfully alone I am here. This is not my home. On my walls I have photos of my family who are 10,000 km away. I fill my place with possessions in hopes that they will make me happy. But in these silent moments I realize that they are just objects and I am just as empty inside with them as I am without them. They are good distractions but they don’t actually make me happy. Looking at them now I ask myself why I decided to make this city my home. The only way I can truly feel at home is if I am with the people I care about the most. I go back to my birthplace every year because I feel I owe it to my family after being away for so long. I tell myself that they need me each time I buy my plane ticket. But that’s only half the truth. I need them just as much as they need me. Being with them fills the void I have inside when I am away from them. It is clear to me now that close human relationships are infinitely more powerful than any possession I own. 

Hong Kong Dangerous.

Hong Kong Dangerous.


Hadouken!

Hadouken!

Opinion: Dear rest of Canada - please get your own hockey team

Don’t be mislead by the title of the article. The piece actually has very little to do with hockey. It speaks more about what Vancouver is and how it’s nothing like the rest of Canada than about our hockey team. While I’m not refined enough to know what the hell a Pinot Gris is, I couldn’t agree more with the author’s take on our city. When I look around, I see lots of yuppies, shallowness and expensiveness (those are some long nouns). But I also see a tremendous amount of beauty which nature has gifted us - the ocean, mountains, trees, rivers and lakes that are loved and envied by the rest of the world. At our local mountains I’m often left speechless. I’ve lived in many cities and I’ve never seen another embrace multiculturalism as much as this one [I’ve had my share of places that weren’t as progressive]. Unfortunately, the place is also loved and hated by its inhabitants for being such a beautiful as well as such a bloody expensive city to live in! The author’s amusing yet legitimate claim: Vancouver is like the prettiest girl in school. She’s the one who gets all the attention but is also the most high-maintenance. I love her anyway.

Snowboarding at Cypress Mountain. March 2011.  

Snowboarding at Cypress Mountain. March 2011.  

I want.

I want.