A Dodgy Aventure

Still Going On

It's almost been two years since I set off to start this blog and somehow I've managed to hang on without succumbing to the lack of viewers and the dullness of my blog. I'm really glad that this blog is still going on and I hope that it will be able to continue on so I can cherish and laugh at it in the future.

Anyhow, I have few friends who actually own a blog, let alone update it on a consistent basis. It feels like we're this little group of pioneers venturing out, trying to find a home in the vast land of blogging. If we settle in, then others will be sure to follow.

The reason why I speak of this so suddenly is because truthfully, I'm a bit worried that some of my friends have "given up" on their blogs. They may have their own reasons that I am not aware of, but from my perspective they just haven't blogged for a while (then again, their idea of "a while" may be different from mine).

So yeah, keep your head up and keep blogging. Doesn't matter if nobody reads it (I will if haven't already shared it with me), but if you don't blog for yourself, you shouldn't be blogging. That's just my opinion.

An Adventure

This morning I headed over to my grandma's place in Vancouver because nobody was home to watch my brother and I (or something like that, I actually do not know) and what I didn't know was that I was about to embark on a very bizarre and tedious adventure.

So I went over and ate, watched some television, and did other things (such as failing at trying to use a yo-yo). Around 1:00 p.m. I decided that I wanted to take a walk because I actually enjoy taking walks in my old neighborhood. A lot of important memories come back and I don't loose my "roots". Typically I don't take walks around my elementary school area because I live in Burnaby, but (as I said beforehand) I was in Vancouver today.

For an hour or so I didn't do much. I walked around the area, smiling and laughing inside while enjoying and reliving the memories I had forgotten. Around 2:15 p.m. (or something like that) I started thinking about getting back home. So I started to head home, when I stumbled upon this little dog.

It had a black coat and was a small breed of dog (although I believe it was not a Chihuahua). No collar, and no owner in sight. This couple was walking in front of me, so I didn't want to do anything in case they wanted to handle the problem of a stray dog. They stopped when they saw the dog and talked about it as I walked past them. I walked a bit more slow and heard them try to coax the dog into their care (I assume they wanted to find the owner as well), however I also heard them give up and continue walking.

Me being me, I turned the corner (yes, in the opposite direction of the house) and tried to intersect the dog at the next block, however to my surprise the dog had already passed the block and was already on another. I decided to follow it for a while, because I wanted to make sure it wasn't gobbled up by coyotes or anything (just me being an idiot). Anyways, I tried to get it to follow me instead, but it wouldn't even go within two meters of me.

Honestly, I have no idea how long I spent following that dog. It randomly looked back at times to see if I was still following it and I was really worried about it. It crossed the road whenever it wanted and I'm wondering how much destruction and chaos he's caused already.

You're probably wondering, "So when did you stop following him? Did you find his owner?" First off, I did not find its owner. It may still be wandering around the streets of Vancouver. God help that dog. I really don't want that little guy to be eaten up by a coyote. Secondly, I stopped following him after he turned into an alley and disappeared. It just so happened that today, out of all days, was the day when P.N.E. (or Playland, they're both the same to me) had a free admission gate day. So naturally the alley was full of cars that the dog could hide under.

And that's my little adventure for today.

Things That Bother Me

There are a lot of little things that bother me (please don't think of that as a sexual joke). For example, one of those things happens on an almost daily basis. I believe you know (if you have been reading this blog since the start of summer or later) that my parents bought me a pass to make me guilty enough to go swimming everyday? Good.

So I go to the pool almost everyday. I walk in, scan my card, and then the counter person (I'm having a bad time remembering the name) puts a wrist band around my wrist. I was brought up to be polite (at least I try to be most times), so I always say thank you (except in my case it's a "thanks").

What bugs me? The fact that most of the time, I never get a "You're welcome." Silly thing to be bugged about right? I don't know. It feels like whenever they don't respond it's either they don't care about my "thanks" or some other reason.

I'm an 8 today. I've had a lot of these days lately. Once again, sorry for no images.

"Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on." - Billie Holiday