A Glimpse Into Life As I See It


Saturday morning at Harvard

Posted in Life,Pensive,Uncategorized,weather by tommy on December 13, 2008
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Good morning! My professor planned a random Saturday session and, as a result, I had to make the trek all the way out to Cambridge at such an insane hour for a Saturday morning. The T-ride to Harvard isn’t too bad as much as the trolley ride (and unenviable waiting in the cold for the sporadically-scheduled trolley to come), but with the temperature being in the mid-20’s*F, it was a nice change. Once again this week, it feels like winter!

I was the first person to arrive this morning and the building was locked. Class was at 10AM and i was here at 9:45. Between the awkward getting caught in pictures taken by tourists, i managed to find an unwilling security guard to open up the door to Mass Hall. A few shivers and some persuading later, I finally got him to open it up. My classroom overlooks Harvard yard, the main area of campus where people usually walk in. The winter sun shining made it look unbelievable; this is a reason why I like fall & autumn more than spring & summer.

I’m in class as I write this, I just wanted to point out what i’ve been up to this morning and how beautiful this winter sun makes everything look. I have in mind a few entries that i was going to write but just like everything else I have to write, i have to jump on that willingness to write the moment It gets in my head because if I wait, it’s hard for me to want to do it. Oops!

I’ll write more later today or tomorrow in the afternoon…for now, enjoy these pictures I took!
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As the sun sets…

Posted in Uncategorized by tommy on December 8, 2008

These 2 pictures were taken from the cell phone as I awaited the trolley. The sun setting behind the old factories, another cold day has ended…

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Oh, how i miss you…

Posted in Life,Love,Nostalgia by tommy on November 29, 2008
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One more month and i shall meet you once again…

This is pretty much how i feel most of the time

Posted in humour,Life,Love,odd,Pensive by tommy on November 28, 2008
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We Are Valo

Posted in Life,Nostalgia,video by tommy on November 22, 2008
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iPhone: The Musical

Posted in music,video by tommy on November 19, 2008
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“Can’t you see their lives are just like yours”

Posted in Life,Pensive by tommy on November 18, 2008
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I got on the trolley near my place yesterday. The mood was odd, i can’t even begin to explain what it is it felt like at that moment. It made it even weirder considering what I saw on the trolley & later on, the lack of ‘what i had seen’ existed once again. As relaxing at it was, it was too quiet. Hey, i’m not complaining…downsized_11170817551This is what I saw…anything strange?

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Posted in Life,Nostalgia,Pensive by tommy on November 17, 2008
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I remember it well. My childhood, that time in my life where ‘life’ wasn’t about doing the right thing but rather just doing. It was about not knowing what was going to happen but wise enough to realize that anything that did happen was going to happen for a reason.

I grew up in Edmonton, Alberta. A smaller major city, a city that can be classified as being isolated and close knit (as close-knit a city that you can possibly get for a city that size). My neighbors knew who I was; i knew who i was. I suppose that is good enough, i hadn’t even reached my teen years yet. I was an exploratory kid, someone who strived for not being home in the afternoon. My bike was my best friend. The summer days were long and mild. Being so far north, the sun won’t come down until near-midnight and the sun was up and shining at 4:30AM. Ah, that was the life in living so far north, living in the northernmost major city in Canada. I remember back to the days when I would spend all afternoon at our local convenience store. The funny part is, this convenience store would contribute to my ‘striving to not be home’ by enticing me with its arcade games. There was Mortal Kombat, there was also a Street Fighter II: Turbo. We gathered up coins and rolled them up. Around the house, we gathered nearly $25 simply in quarters. Little did I know (or did I?) that at the time, i would spend nearly $17 of those $25 dollars throughout the course of a summer just playing these arcade games. My time wasn’t entirely spent at our local convenience store as I would also go and explore other stores with different arcade games! This contributed, i believe, to my independence. Since i was so keen on just getting on my bike and riding, many hours were spent underneath the warm Alberta summer. Don’t get me wrong, my time wasn’t spent playing arcade games most of the time. This is memorable given the circumstances of using up all those quarter rolls. It was definitely some fun times.

Throughout various summers, my dad–a civil engineer–would take me out into the field to just observe & watch what he was doing. Highway rock songs, songs such as Bryan Adams–Sumer of ’69, as well as oldies, created the perfect playlist for those trips all over Alberta. The sun was warm but not hot and the rays radiated with as much power as you would find elsewhere in the world. This was different, though. I was with my dad, my hero. I remember the distinct smell of asphalt being laid. I remember the smell of grain as we worked in the prairies. Seeing as far as the eye could see was normal. The clean air allowed that; being in flat, ol’ Alberta allowed that as well. Sometimes we would go as far as the foothills of the Canadian Rockies and other times, the distance travelled would seem long. In retrospect, the distances travelled weren’t nearly as long as the distance I would travel every day when i was older. The smell of the pine trees, the crisp smell of not having any smog around. These are smells that I won’t forget and when i encounter them again, nostalgia comes hitting back. I guess scent truly is the strongest sense, it is tied to memories.

My family was very close. My little brother was too young to be hanging out with me during those dog days of summer. We bought a family fun pass, a pass similar to an annual pass at an amusement park, for West Edmonton Mall. Ah, the mall-The worlds biggest mall complete with a full mini-golf course, full-size replica of a spanish ship, as well as a world water park and a full size amusement park. These trips were highlighted weekly, with Fridays being the designated day for hanging out at the mall. Mini-golf were always such memories. As is the case with having a younger sibling, he always tries to one-up me in everything I do. It is built into them and as such, he would always compete for trying to get the lowest handicap. Some things never change! Being in a city like Edmonton definitely wasn’t for everyone. It gets cold and there’s not much to do. But i was content and most importantly, we were. I wish my sister was born a little earlier for her to know Canada and to know where it is we come from. 

All these situations, whether it was those long days during the summer or the except about what we did as a family, define me who I am now. I’ve been through it all, i’ve been alone. They make me stronger and they give me a stronger sense of who I am as a person. As you would say, they allow me to grow but more importantly, they make me grow. I have a strong sense of nationalism, and i believe that’s tied in to how I was raised and all those things that we would do as little kids.

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