Voila es ist 9:27pm right now pacific time und ich ist planning to cook some indomie and get to bed. yes. i have recently stumbled upon a new interest, n thats joe satriani n steve vai. theyre the gods of electric guitars n theyre really good at what they do. the music is beautiful!

i have a bone to pick. my psychology lecturer has been droning on n on in lecture n the material he covers is pretty simple n seemingly understandable, but when his assignment is given out, the material is actually extremely obscure n the terms he uses r so unfamiliar n difficult. terms like eigenvalues n factor loadings, n he expects us to analyse the assignment n complete it! i shudder to think how the mid term exam will appear, it might be so horrible that ill fail completely at it! sadness! i hope its not as bad as the assignment! PLEASE LORDIE!!! ok now boys n girls. i have to go cook some indomie now, n not too bad at all, this post took lesser than 3 mins to type. im pleased with myself. speed n efficiency is everything in todays busy world. what time is there for family or relationships? all life is is to follow the conventions of the environment around u, its a prison that man has created. who r u to break out of this mold? whats the incentive for u? what benefits does that provide u? whats ur aim in life anyway? i dont know anymore. i have dark dreams of destruction, but that cant be my aim. this little town of folks with little town mentalities r here to stay for some time to come. oh please some sort of intelligence chance upon me n grace me with a little of your blessed tiding. i need something to tittilate my intellect n my social being! indomie now.

Rey’s Probability Theory

Probability theory is flawed. Probability states that the likelihood of an event happening can be a fraction, i.e. 1/6. However, that is impossible. Probability can always only be 1 or 0.

For example, if we throw a dice 6 times, what is the probability of getting “5”? Convention tells us that it would be 1/6 ^ 6 = 1/36.

However, when we actually throw the dice, we might get something like this:
1, 5, 3, 3, 2, 1

“5” only appeared once.

For the first throw, an event which has already happened, the probability of obtaining “1” is 1 and the probability of obtaining all other numbers is 0.

For the second throw, an event which has already happened, the probability of obtaining “5” is 1 and the probability of obtaining all other numbers is 0.

The same principle goes for the 4 other throws. The probability is always 1 for a particular event, and 0 for all other events, because the truth and reality is that only one event can and will occur, given time. Probability will never be a fraction, because only one event will occur, and all others will not.

If one goes to a roulette table in a casino, he might place his bet on “black”. He will think that the probability of him winning is ½. However, it must be remembered that every event is unique, that every spin of the roulette is unique, even if it has been spinned 200 million times before. When the roulette is spinned for that particular bet of that particular gambler, it must be remembered that only 1 event will ensue. The probability of that particular event happening is 1, while the probability of all others is 0. This is true because of the irreversibility of time. The roulette table will only hit one number; only one event will occur, and for that event the probability of that happening is 1 and the probability of all other events is 0.

With the principle that only 1 event will ensue, we have our current history. The probability that WWII will happen, at the time before WWII happened, would have been 1, because WWII happened, as time will demonstrate. The probability that WWII will be called WWII, and not any other name, before WWII was named, is 1, as time will demonstrate. Only 1 event will occur, as time will prove. It is hard to tell whether WWIII will occur, but one thing can be ascertained: the probability is either 1 or 0. It is hard to tell if one will win the lottery, but the probability of winning is definitely either 1 or 0. Either he wins, or he does not. Time will provide the result.

This is only possible because every event is unique, because even experiments fall under the jurisdiction of uniqueness. Experimental models may ostensibly demonstrate a broad range of probable results, but it must be remembered that every set of result is unique, that the probability of every result that is obtained is 1. Even if experiments seem to be duplicable, only 1 set of result will occur, only 1 event will occur, and the probability of that event happening will be 1.

The above principle shows that all events are fixed, so as to provide a singular past, with no possibility of an alternative. If events are fixed, it also shows that the future is fixed, that there is no alternative to the future events that have a probability of 1. The fact that there is only 1 past proves that there will only be 1 future. All this is true because of the irreversibility of time.

-Rey

i read a blog of my singaporean friend today. he just broke up with his girlfriend... sad stuff. however i dont think i will understand such an emotion really well, cos i never had a girlfriend to begin with. to be honest, i dont really understand the meaning of intimacy. i cant bring myself to reveal my intimate thoughts to anyone, except if im on the verge of death. ive revealed my frightened thoughts once, n that was when i was prepared to die. what a grave tone! anyway i didnt die. woohoo! but whats the point of keeping my feelings in? i guess i dont want to be at the mercy of anyone else, with him knowing my fears n weakness. its always better to have a little intrigue.

i went snowboarding 2 weeks ago. i lost my toque and gloves. i landed on my head twice. i had whiplash. i was sore all over. yeaa. i also made some new friends. my group consisted of 16 people. i spent a lot of money. not good... i dont think ill go snowboarding again very soon. i wish i could make my blog more interesting, but i dont know what interests people. is it sex? materialism? or something else? ive lost the ability to empathise well. yea... 3 years of being detached from the soul does that to you.

oh yes. my friend interviewed me for her school newspaper, since i was a refugee and all. i guess thats interesting. i put my pseudonym as "cher kwang poh", which is my OC's name. i wanted to put my platoon sergeants name, but i dont remember his name. i dont remember any of my sergeants names. its sad. maybe its somewhere in my memory, but ive forced it so much out of my mind i dont think i can recollect it anymore. i had been trying to expurgate the whole NS experience from my mind. i probably shouldnt have done that. i lost some of my mental faculties, such as empathy and memory. regular things that impress other people dont really do the same to me now. im only bent on the issue of NS, not really openly, but quietly. i hope time will allow me to relieve myself of such a desire.

apart from that, i have to say that langara college has quite a lot of eye candy. but whats the point of eye candy if they cant relate to you? but thats too much of an expectation from me. nobody can relate to me, cos my life experience is unique. anyway, the girls are really sexy, dressy and hot! the south asian girls here arent the kinds youll find in singapore. the south asians here are hot! there was a girl named sabrine in my orientation group and she was the hottest indian ive ever seen in my life! shes really pretty. btw, im taking math, psychology, english and macroeconomics.

im having trouble finding housemates. its probably due to winter. there are lesser people looking to move in this cold period. my previous housemate was an iranian gay. hes around 31. he had a really interesting history. he has been imprisoned in iran a few times when he was a teenager, for offences like "long hair", or "wearing short sleeves". yea, its terrible in iran. the straw came when he was conscripted. he deserted after a while. he was returned to camp by his father. his father bribed the commander not to punish him. well, he deserted again. this time, his dad bought him a fake french passport for US$10,000 and he went to thailand. he stayed there for a month or so before coming to vancouver and claiming refugee status. at first, his claim was that he was a student dissident in iran. then he changed his story, that he was actually gay and he was afraid of being returned. well, the truth was that he deserted and thats why he feared return. but anyway, he got lucky because he met this gay guy on the street and they became a couple. his boyfriend was actually working in the UN. he asked his boyfriend to write a letter proving his sexual orientation for the canadian IRB and thus after around 20 months the IRB approved his refugee claim. that was around 10 years ago. his family was quite well off, thus he had it easy. his brother bought a house in west vancouver and he stayed there. he also had a car. it was some pretty awesome life. he threw great parties and everything. his house was worth probably C$1.5mil. unfortunately, he was rather immature in thought. anyway his brother sold the house, he left art school, and his life crumbled. his brother offered him to work in dubai, but he screwed it up. he was even kidnapped in dubai. he had some pretty crazy experiences. anyway he only lived in my place for around 3 months. so now hes gone.

i know what i need now. i need friends. and lots of them. i need a social life, where people can look after me. yes, i should indeed try harder in finding friends. and i need to try and empathise with others more so that i can relate to them!

here ends my incredibly long and uninformative post about vancouver. its terribly lacking in detail and formatting, and i apologise!

Terrible things are happening. I am having an extremely bad throat, cough and flu. I received this illness through the snow storm that has struck BC. It was cold and it affected me very much as I have no heating in my apartment. Compounded by the fact that I had no potable water to drink due to the tap water issue that lasted for two weeks since the rain fell, I have been dehydrated and susceptible to the elements and disease. I have missed work for two days already, and going on three. I have been sick for seven days. Here are some pictures from work and of the snow that has struck this city unprepared and struggling to manage.

It's snowing in Vancouver. Tada~~

The sky is vast with a complete underbelly of low-hung clouds, pregnant with chilling droplets of water. The clouds stretch as far as the horizon can see, fat, imposing and familiar. It beckons with a sense of inevitability, a baptism of Vancouver localisation.

This,

is,

Rain.

This,

is,

Vancouver.

It has been very rainy. A brutal storm slammed into the BC coast yesterday and has left tapwater looking like tea in the Greater Vancouver area. The storm stirred up the three local water reservoirs and overwhelmed the treatment system.

Even at yesterday night, it was all right. It was until this morning when I had to relieve myself when I saw tan water in the toilet bowl. I was disgusted. I thought one of my roommates had urinated and not flushed the toilet! I held my breath and sucked my belly in when I urinated. However, when I flushed, the water remained tan in colour! I opened the cistern cover and voila, it smelled like a garden. Not delicious and wonderful scents, but the smell of mud. Oh well. I brushed my teeth and washed my face as usual.

Water at the workplace seemed all right though. It's much worse only in downtown where I live. I took a shower with the delightfully earthy water. I felt like I was playing football in the rain. Luckily I don't smell like mud, even though the water smells extremely strongly. I tried to buy water for consumption, but the Safeway market had all water sold out. =( Fortunately I found some bottled water at a nearby restaurant. They were expensive though; three 500ml bottles cost C$4.

Anyway, I'll run now. Laters.

Hello everyone! I apologise very much for not having updated my blog for so long! I'll provide a terrible, uncreative, somewhat insincere and unnecessary excuse: I had been busy.

I have found a job at Lush. Lush is an international premium handmade cosmetics and soap company. The story is that it is formed when The Body Shop split a while back. The leavers decided to establish their own brand, and thus Lush was born. I am paid a gross wage of C$10/hr, not too good and not too bad. It's enough to pay the bills, and that's all I'm asking. I do not work at retail. I work in their warehouse, in their mail-order department. We, the mail-order department, are in charge of the entire mail-orders shipping to North America. So, if you are intending to mail-order from Lush to a North American address, there is a roughly 1/11 chance of me being the one packing your order. And, if your order is huge, the chance increases as more large orders go through me than small ones. It's really nice to work at Lush. However, the journey each way takes me about 1.5 hours. The bus ride is not long. It's the bus waiting that is. I take a total of 3 buses each way, with a fair amount of walking too. =(

One thing I have noticed about Vancouver warehouse jobs is that, you'd better remember to bring lunch. Yes, like what we always see in The Simpsons, the worker brings his own lunch. Sure, there is a lunch room, but there are no food vendors there, selling hot, delectable and economical food to you. There is a snack and drink machine, but that's it! You bring your own sandwich like Mr. Homer Simpson does. If you don't you can take a really long walk to the nearest fastfood where you can spend an exorbitant amount of money for unsavoury food that will ultimately fail your heart. Also, lunch time is only 30 minutes so there isn't enough time to go shopping for food. BRING YOUR OWN LUNCH.

There are nice and interesting folk where I work. There's Kate Rissick, the white Canadian girl of German ancestry. She has a pimp mobile. Unfortunately I don't have a picture of it now to show you. =( It's a 70s light blue Chrysler. It is huge and it loves gas. Some other things she need to complete the picture are: black skin, ghetto speak, bling bling and a couple of homies in the car. She loves obscure punk bands -- obscure at least in my eyes. Bands with names like Skinny Puppy.

There's also Caroline, the teenage punk rock rebel former Avril Lavigne fan who knows all the most horrible-sounding songs I have ever heard in my life. They're mostly rock by the way. Her secret fetish is some of the Lush products. =D Not so punk anymore!

There's also Mark. He's from the Canadian Interior. He's from Alberta. He came to the west coast just last year, like me! His mom stabbed him in the leg once with a fork when he was 12 because he won't get out of bed. No wonder he moved out. His mom also called him "shit for brains". Once, twice or many times, I don't know. It's a good thing he moved out.

There are also some other characters whom, either I am too lazy to write about, or are just too plain uninteresting to write about. I think it is more of the former. =/

Ok people. I will keep you updated with more pictures... I really should work harder to provide a Vancouver experience to those visiting this site. As a reader, I know it is annoying not to see updates when one is expecting it. I will work harder for my blog! Seeya all next time!

This is a typical bus in downtown Vancouver. Recently they upgraded their fleet to include these new Europe-vogue buses. They are completely electric and are powered by the electric grid above them through their tail appendages. These electric buses break down very often but are repaired very easily. The old ones break down at an average of 1-2 per hour. They break down when their connectors get disconnected, which happens very easily. However, I haven't seen any of the new buses break down. They are definitely much more resilient than their predecessors. These buses are also very quiet, which is good. They do not have much seats inside, giving way instead to ample standing room, which is good as these buses run only in downtown, which is a small place and thus passengers do not spend too much time on their downtown bus journeys.

In Vancouver, all petrol stations have a mechanism in the price display stand that allows for the automatic manipulation of gas price displays. Some newer stations feature digital LCD displays. This mechanism exists because of the constant price changes of consumer petrol in Vancouver, to the extent of hourly changes. Here is a picture of a Shell display stand, and the same stand 2 minutes later.

Here are some pictures I took in Richmond. Richmond is a neighbouring city of Vancouver, but don't let the "city" term fool you, because in North America cities sometimes sit side by side, and the distance from Vancouver downtown to Richmond downtown is just around 20-30 km. Vancouver has lots of immigrant Chinese from Hong Kong who still have a deep Hong Kong root. Richmond should not be confused with Chinatown, as Chinatown is just a small two-block locality in Vancouver downtown, whereas Richmond is a whole city. In the centre of Richmond, probably 1 in 2 people is Chinese. Also, one generally refers to "downtown" as the Vancouver downtown, not any other city downtowns.

This, is Flaming Wok. It is a Chinese fast food chain along the lines of McDonald's in terms of business concept, but it serves Chinese food! It is run by Chinese and patronised by Caucasians and all other races alike. It is quite original Chinese food too. This branch is located on Robson St downtown and my 2-serving combo cost me around C$5++. The vegetable beef stir fry was not too bad, but the spicy pork was horrible. I don't know if it was an authentic taste as it tasted a little sweet, probably a Westernisation attempt.

Hello everybody!! Welcome to my brand new blog for the brand new me! This blog will be mainly about my experiences and feelings in Vancouver, and reports of some local news. As you can see, it has started raining in Vancouver, and once it starts it doesn't stop! The rain is also very cold.. Like 10°C. It can go on raining for 28 days straight without a pause! Isn't that something? And the rain here isn't like a tropical thunderstorm; it's much lighter. It's quite annoying indeed, like sleeping next to a radiator.

This blog will feature lots of pictures! It's for anyone who is interested in Vancouver and what goes on here! The pictures you see in the left are taken from my bedroom window! Isn't my room big and nice? I'm so pleased with it! The best thing is that it's right in downtown, next to a wedding chapel, next to a super nice and big park with lots of free tennis courts, and I'm just paying C$295 for a private room! Wow! Now that's something to be shitting about. Yay. All right, I will go grab some more fascinating news to keep your attention! In the meantime, ciao!