I want to preface this post by making it known that for once, I am not typing this post on my PC. In fact, I am typing this in the dining room on my laptop.
Above me is a 30-something year old chandelier; quality unknown. The light is drab with about six bulbs in total, 4 watts each. And about three feet away from me is a beautiful white orchid which my brother bought on sale. And over to the left is a painting by my sister of a picturesque Chinese tea garden which I secretly mounted on a thermostat I decommissioned years ago.
I am outside of my usual comfort zone from when I type these posts onto this blog. I have done so, for many years, in the comfort of my own room, in front of my PC, and at one point in time, my PowerMac G4 until it slowly withered away into a slow, painful death.
I often reflect upon myself and where life will take me. I can wholeheartedly attest that doing this is taking this first step by moving into the dining room as the start of a new beginning despite this seemingly petty. On the flip side, it’s funny how life can also take you back. I came across a Twitter post of a few locals mentioning Tarquin’s use of durian in a cocktail. I dug further to find out Joann Pai had a hand behind the story on her blog/magazine – www.acornmag.com
I’ve somehow come across some of her works before, be it on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or some social media platform. I find her work to be very inspirational with her use of beautiful photos which tell a story. That brought me back to my visual communications course I took back in college. It was, by far, my most favourite class. I enjoyed it a lot and no matter how much time and effort I put into those assignments, they were always fulfilling and meaningful, much like my blog posts I share with you.
I want to re-iterate how thankful I am of my readers – You. I appreciate the support and time you’ve invested into my blog, be it for the stories, the photos, the laughs, the disappointment, or the misery I’ve put you through. Without you, this blog wouldn’t be where it is today.
But without any further hesitation, below is a wrap-up of the May long Weekend – bcrdukes style.
Thursday – I went out on the Guru Flite and nearly crashed into a stupid lady who didn’t stop at the red light at Richards and Pacific. She rode an annoying cruiser and even had the audacity to tell me she’d beat me off the line.
Friday – I rode the Cinelli to/from work. I don’t remember much else after.
Sunday – A light Sunday ride around town on the Cinelli Gazetta della Strada with “A” on her cruiser (ugh.) She’s a complete noob who bought her bike from a noob store, where a noob sold her a noob bike who made a lot of noob mistakes. I’ve used the word noob so many times, it just isn’t even funny anymore.
I think she mentioned this was the furthest she’s rode – to the Olympic Village. Perhaps distance and speed aren’t important to her as it is to me, but I certainly managed to finally use the Cinelli for its intended purpose – to take things easy and to enjoy life. I managed to do that simply because, well, her bike is slow, and she is slow, but that forced me to take things easy, something of which I am not used to.
We made a coffee stop at JJ Bean at Olympic Village. I’ve always wanted to stop here, but forever felt that it was a cop-out location. I would much rather do the hill climb up Ontario/Quebec to E. 15th before making a stop either at JJ Bean or Tiger’s. The location at Olympic Village feels like taking the easy way out but I suppose this ride warrant it. Regardless, it’s an awful location; an architectural mess. There’s a huge pillar in front of the counter where you order and so it’s a visual disaster.
I had a shot of espresso and their cold brew knowing there would be dire consequences. Funny story is, I tried to pay, but their stupid machine didn’t accept my chip card so I had to swipe, which always results in it being declined for reasons unknown to me. Unfortunately, I had to pay the ultimate price – I was so jittery. I needed some food so we stopped at Bambudda for Happy Hour and tried a few new items today. (Win/win!)
This here is a 2-in-1 dish: “Ham Sui Gok” which is a fried gluttonous rice ball typically filled with shredded pork and such other goodies, but this was stuffed with a shredded pork ball, also known as a “Lions Head.” This 2-in-1 dim sum dish brought back a lot of memories, although I don’t recall having the Lions Head very much as opposed to “ham sui gok.” Yum.
Next here are the daikon radish cakes. I understand Curtis Luk borrowed this recipe from his aunt and elevated it. Never have I had a daikon radish cake with such consistency. It’s usually a blob of goop that is too firm, too soft, too mushy, and drowning in soy sauce. This was awesome.
And of course, all the action and friendly smiles happening at Bambudda. Strangers here were sharing dishes, talking about the food and whatnot. The sun in Vancouver really liven people up.
Monday – I met up with Eddie after a hiatus. We’ve both been busy. We contemplated over life, expensive watches, life again, food, friends, family, and expensive cars over coffee. Other than that, I took it easy.
The Turning Point
Despite the fun-filled weekend I had, unfortunately, it also had its aches and pains. We’ve discovered our grandfather has some type of blood cancer – either leukemia or lymphoma. The results aren’t conclusive yet, but it certainly isn’t great. Given my grandfather’s physical condition, I don’t know how much longer he’ll make it. All I know is, it’s been tough for him, and it’s been tough for all of us.
I am often at odds with myself, my emotions, my morals, and my judgement. This ordeal is really tearing me apart and testing my limits to the point where I will crack under pressure. Being the eldest male in the family comes with a burden of responsibilities and unwritten expectations. My grandfather, being a stubborn and traditional man he is, wants to see me and only me. While he does wish to see my siblings, I am his priority. I’m not sure I can live up to his expectations, or anyone’s for that matter, but it’s driving me to the edge. It’s tough and I want out. But I know I can’t just give up on him and my family.
I’ll definitely be spending more time in LA to see him. My tentative plans to see WEC in Japan will be on hold until further notice. For now, if anything, it will most likely be WEC in Austin at Circuit of the Americas and the Rennsport Reunion V at Laguna Seca.
I’ve been asked lately what my type is. The honest answer is I don’t really know. I’m not sure that I even have a type. But I can confidently answer this question depending on how it is asked and that is, I dig women who have a penchant for creative pursuits. Not just as a hobby, but as a full blown passion. Their lives are always in the pursuit of endless possibilities, exploring worlds beyond imagination, telling stories through whatever medium it may be, creating and painting a beautiful world before us.
I’ll be frank here – I am not exactly the creative type, nor will I ever be. I know my limits and it is often burdened with logic. I often get frustrated with myself and others who are simply linear thinkers. There is so much more to the world than just logic and reason. I crave the unexplained, the unimaginable, the uncanny. You don’t need to tell me that the Oxford comma is cool – I knew this before it was cool. I learned it in elementary school. I don’t need to know that intelligence and creativity is the new sexy – I’ve always felt this way about it.
Despite my artistic pursuits, be it this blog, my camera phone photos, music, cars, food, and travel, I am, and will never be, a truly artistic and creative individual. My type is exactly that – a woman with an imagination beyond belief who will show me a new world, a new life, and a new hope. She is that unicorn I seek – the ideal I hope to achieve in life.
She is out there. I just need to find her. And nobody ever said it was going to be easy.