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Friday, October 05, 2007
Who has the best poop face?
Who has the best poop face?
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Friday, June 29, 2007
I got hit by a car
So… I got hit by a car. Incidentally, I got hit by a car of the same make, model, AND color as the car I drive—a green Chrysler Intrepid. Wtf.
Picture this, a month into my return to Regina I settled into a nice comfortable workout routine where I would lift on Mon, Weds, Fri and run cardio on Tues, Thurs, and Sats. For extra cardio on my lift days I would bike to and from the gym.
On June 15, approximately at 7:00 pm, I was heading south on Winnipeg and Dewdney. I looked up and the cross walk at the intersection was blinking the walking sign. I looked to my left, the oncoming car was slowing down. So I proceeded into the intersection on my bike. The driver, intending to turn right, is aware of the red light but not aware of me, sees a opening and guns it. The car slams into me and my beautiful Gary Fisher Tiburion bike which I had just purchased 3 weeks prior to the incident.
If TSN was analyzing this accident, they would freeze frame the exact point of impact. Ultra dramatic slow motion replays would show that for the briefiests of micro-seconds I was in mid air, as the Intrepids bumper makes contact with my front tire… turning its once perfect circular form into a mis-shapened U. The bumper of the car forces my knee into my bike frame which forces the bike frame into my right shin.
My body flops on the hood while my bike and my legs are still entangled. I slide off and instinctively use my hands to shield the blow. My hands hit the pavement and haphazardly I roll through the fall. I relax and lie flat on my back. I look to the right to notice that his tire is a few feet from my head. I can see the handle bars of my bike just inches from my feet. As I look to the right I feel comforted that my body and my bike lying in front of his car as well as that pesky red light is preventing him from escaping the scene.
I look up at the blue sky, while my helmet is propping my head just above the pavement and utter in both pain and disapproval… “Shit”
I get up to assess the damage. My bike looks mangled but in reality only the bike fork and tire sustained any damage. My knee has a peculiar ugly bruise as does the upper thigh of my left leg. My right shin had a welt the size of a large mango, which turned into an unsightly bruise that spanned my entire shin. I still sport the remnants of that bruise now. No broken bones, dislocated shoulders or large lacerations- only a cut up palm and some road rash on my forearm. I literally, walked it off.
The guy gets out asks if i'm okay. Not wanting to disclose any information regarding my injuries, in case I want to sue his ass for everything he's worth, I change the subject by asking, "hows my bike?" I made sure I used a tone that indicated that either he or his insurance will soon be replacing it. He says its fine, then he picks it and realizes that my handle bars are at a 45 degree angle while my front wheel is facing forward. I grab the bike from him to see if the bike can still be ridden... it goes about 4 inches before it completely halts. The wheel is so mis-shapened it permanently rubs against the brakes.
The driver is nice enough to throw my bike in the trunk and give me a ride back home. We exchange info and I go home to bandage myself up.
So i got hit my a car and I lived. Feeling like I just got a second lease on life, I felt like i shouldn't be sitting around wasting my second chance... so i go to the gym.
Picture this, a month into my return to Regina I settled into a nice comfortable workout routine where I would lift on Mon, Weds, Fri and run cardio on Tues, Thurs, and Sats. For extra cardio on my lift days I would bike to and from the gym.
On June 15, approximately at 7:00 pm, I was heading south on Winnipeg and Dewdney. I looked up and the cross walk at the intersection was blinking the walking sign. I looked to my left, the oncoming car was slowing down. So I proceeded into the intersection on my bike. The driver, intending to turn right, is aware of the red light but not aware of me, sees a opening and guns it. The car slams into me and my beautiful Gary Fisher Tiburion bike which I had just purchased 3 weeks prior to the incident.
If TSN was analyzing this accident, they would freeze frame the exact point of impact. Ultra dramatic slow motion replays would show that for the briefiests of micro-seconds I was in mid air, as the Intrepids bumper makes contact with my front tire… turning its once perfect circular form into a mis-shapened U. The bumper of the car forces my knee into my bike frame which forces the bike frame into my right shin.
My body flops on the hood while my bike and my legs are still entangled. I slide off and instinctively use my hands to shield the blow. My hands hit the pavement and haphazardly I roll through the fall. I relax and lie flat on my back. I look to the right to notice that his tire is a few feet from my head. I can see the handle bars of my bike just inches from my feet. As I look to the right I feel comforted that my body and my bike lying in front of his car as well as that pesky red light is preventing him from escaping the scene.
I look up at the blue sky, while my helmet is propping my head just above the pavement and utter in both pain and disapproval… “Shit”
I get up to assess the damage. My bike looks mangled but in reality only the bike fork and tire sustained any damage. My knee has a peculiar ugly bruise as does the upper thigh of my left leg. My right shin had a welt the size of a large mango, which turned into an unsightly bruise that spanned my entire shin. I still sport the remnants of that bruise now. No broken bones, dislocated shoulders or large lacerations- only a cut up palm and some road rash on my forearm. I literally, walked it off.
The guy gets out asks if i'm okay. Not wanting to disclose any information regarding my injuries, in case I want to sue his ass for everything he's worth, I change the subject by asking, "hows my bike?" I made sure I used a tone that indicated that either he or his insurance will soon be replacing it. He says its fine, then he picks it and realizes that my handle bars are at a 45 degree angle while my front wheel is facing forward. I grab the bike from him to see if the bike can still be ridden... it goes about 4 inches before it completely halts. The wheel is so mis-shapened it permanently rubs against the brakes.
The driver is nice enough to throw my bike in the trunk and give me a ride back home. We exchange info and I go home to bandage myself up.
So i got hit my a car and I lived. Feeling like I just got a second lease on life, I felt like i shouldn't be sitting around wasting my second chance... so i go to the gym.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Got Change?
Today I saw some kids on the side of my street attempting to sell lemonade. Seeing them attempting to earn money the good old fashion way was touching. It's a rare thing to see a kid in Eastview try to earn his place in the world in a honest form. Being a Eastview survivor myself, i felt compelled to help them out. Plus, I figured a guy like me could spare the tooney. So I go over there, told them that i'd take a lemonade. At that point, a few very surprised... very suspicious adults or "young" adults rushed over. By young adults I mean, younger than me but biologically mature enough to pop a few kids out. They looked bewildered and particularly suspicious of my presence.
I gave the tooney to the kids, who then had it immediately taken away from them by the adults. The adults took my money, asked if i wanted change... i said no. Not wanting to look weird, i drank the lemonade under the overbearing looming of the "adults".
What was suppose to be a act of charity turned into a very weird and awkward experience. It's tough being a nice guy. I really felt those kid's parents (i assume they were their parents), wanted them to fail... or at least had some twisted lesson waiting for them when they came home with nothing. Instead, some strange Asian guy gave them a tooney, and drank their sub-par lemonade and ruined their attempt to teach their kids that life's not fair. Its too early to be learning that when your 5 or 6.
I know most people wouldn't even bother noticing these poor kids. Many treat them the same as any other peddler and homeless person; they are ignored. I always give change to the homeless and when I don't have change i've been known to give granola bars, my lunch, parts of my lunch and at one time my cup of coffee. I've been doing so ever since my father decided to give me an allowance. I can't help it. Each time I do this, i'll always get jeers or stares from people standing nearby and even from people I know.
But the way I justify it, is that the coins I just gave him has more than just monetary value. I gave him an opportunity to make a choice either to spend the money on drugs or on food... to invest in his addiction or to invest in himself. So long as one person decides to spend it on the latter, than whatever small fortune i've spent doing this was worth it.
It is an immutable truth that life is not fair. I certainly agree, but that doesn't mean I can't be.
I gave the tooney to the kids, who then had it immediately taken away from them by the adults. The adults took my money, asked if i wanted change... i said no. Not wanting to look weird, i drank the lemonade under the overbearing looming of the "adults".
What was suppose to be a act of charity turned into a very weird and awkward experience. It's tough being a nice guy. I really felt those kid's parents (i assume they were their parents), wanted them to fail... or at least had some twisted lesson waiting for them when they came home with nothing. Instead, some strange Asian guy gave them a tooney, and drank their sub-par lemonade and ruined their attempt to teach their kids that life's not fair. Its too early to be learning that when your 5 or 6.
I know most people wouldn't even bother noticing these poor kids. Many treat them the same as any other peddler and homeless person; they are ignored. I always give change to the homeless and when I don't have change i've been known to give granola bars, my lunch, parts of my lunch and at one time my cup of coffee. I've been doing so ever since my father decided to give me an allowance. I can't help it. Each time I do this, i'll always get jeers or stares from people standing nearby and even from people I know.
But the way I justify it, is that the coins I just gave him has more than just monetary value. I gave him an opportunity to make a choice either to spend the money on drugs or on food... to invest in his addiction or to invest in himself. So long as one person decides to spend it on the latter, than whatever small fortune i've spent doing this was worth it.
It is an immutable truth that life is not fair. I certainly agree, but that doesn't mean I can't be.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Evaluations of all sorts
So I've finished my first year of law school in a rather unspectacular fashion. My grades were rather disappointing. Please don't write in and tell me that they weren't or they probably not as bad as I think they are. "Disappointing" is the most accurate and realistic depiction of my grades.
I know there are a few people out there who aren't "Terrence Ma" fans. I certainly don't claim to be friends or even friendly to everyone. If I don't like you, I've probably made it explicitly clear to you. So I can imagine there at least a few people who love to watch me fail.
That's how it goes though. I think my Crim Prof put it best when he said, "... its unfortunate that no schools teach a course called "rolling-with-the-punches 101" for 1st year law." As soon as I got the news, my first instinct was to do my best to hide and avoid the whole situation all together. But... that wouldn't be me.
I gave it my all, and I came up short. Everyone is free to judge as what I am and what I've accomplish. I'm not one advertise all my successes but I won't hide my failures either. My father and my family was supportive... shockingly i don't think they cared. My father laughed at me, when I said a little ashamed of myself. Heather and Jenna laughed at me... mostly because they thought it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was. My CBA mentor reassured me that my career as a lawyer was no where near the definition of "doomed." Mike, like a good best friend, was supportive and prescribed alcohol as a cure. We drank to 6am... and I felt better about the situation.
Had I been the top 10% or bottom 1%, the outcome would have been the same. I wouldn't have stopped. I wouldn't have quit. Regardless, of how hard or how many times i slipped i've never seriously entertained the idea of quitting. The workload could have been a 100x larger and would've just done it.
It's tough to explain why I want to be a lawyer. Its not a want or a need. I don't need the money. I could care less about work hours or work load that's required. If you ask me what its like, I'll tell you. Its intellectual torture. Its a 24/7 mind fuck. There is never a perfect answer, but you could have always written a better one. So why would any sane person do this? I don't know... I guess i'm not sane. I get frustrated trying to explain why I want to do is... again, its not a "want" or a "need"... it just "is" Every fiber of me says this is right... this is what I ought to do, it is as innate as breathing for me. This is what makes me happy, no sane person quits that.
I can't wait till next year, when I can post a blog of how much I improved:)
I know there are a few people out there who aren't "Terrence Ma" fans. I certainly don't claim to be friends or even friendly to everyone. If I don't like you, I've probably made it explicitly clear to you. So I can imagine there at least a few people who love to watch me fail.
That's how it goes though. I think my Crim Prof put it best when he said, "... its unfortunate that no schools teach a course called "rolling-with-the-punches 101" for 1st year law." As soon as I got the news, my first instinct was to do my best to hide and avoid the whole situation all together. But... that wouldn't be me.
I gave it my all, and I came up short. Everyone is free to judge as what I am and what I've accomplish. I'm not one advertise all my successes but I won't hide my failures either. My father and my family was supportive... shockingly i don't think they cared. My father laughed at me, when I said a little ashamed of myself. Heather and Jenna laughed at me... mostly because they thought it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was. My CBA mentor reassured me that my career as a lawyer was no where near the definition of "doomed." Mike, like a good best friend, was supportive and prescribed alcohol as a cure. We drank to 6am... and I felt better about the situation.
Had I been the top 10% or bottom 1%, the outcome would have been the same. I wouldn't have stopped. I wouldn't have quit. Regardless, of how hard or how many times i slipped i've never seriously entertained the idea of quitting. The workload could have been a 100x larger and would've just done it.
It's tough to explain why I want to be a lawyer. Its not a want or a need. I don't need the money. I could care less about work hours or work load that's required. If you ask me what its like, I'll tell you. Its intellectual torture. Its a 24/7 mind fuck. There is never a perfect answer, but you could have always written a better one. So why would any sane person do this? I don't know... I guess i'm not sane. I get frustrated trying to explain why I want to do is... again, its not a "want" or a "need"... it just "is" Every fiber of me says this is right... this is what I ought to do, it is as innate as breathing for me. This is what makes me happy, no sane person quits that.
I can't wait till next year, when I can post a blog of how much I improved:)
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Looking back @ 1L
I finally finished my finals yesterday. It has been a crazy ride and i've learned about 100 times more in 8 months than I have throughout my entire undergraduate degree.
I have no idea what to do now. A bunch of us went to cafe crepes on campus because they had cheap pitchers (what an odd place to have diner food and beer pitchers in the afternoon). For a good minute, we had nothing to say to each other. Without law school our lives are completely uninteresting and... with law school our lives are completely uninteresting to the rest of the world... there's the rub.
I finally took time to appreciate how magnificent the view is from the lions gate bridge. For 8 months, oceans, beaches, and mountains were nothing more than distractions. Its nice to finally be able to step outside, enjoy a good walk without inadvertently mulling through the latest legal question in the back of my thoughts.
I feel like a prisoner whose just been set free... except where do I go now?
I guess in the meantime... i'll just mull through that question in my head..while i'm on the beach:)
I have no idea what to do now. A bunch of us went to cafe crepes on campus because they had cheap pitchers (what an odd place to have diner food and beer pitchers in the afternoon). For a good minute, we had nothing to say to each other. Without law school our lives are completely uninteresting and... with law school our lives are completely uninteresting to the rest of the world... there's the rub.
I finally took time to appreciate how magnificent the view is from the lions gate bridge. For 8 months, oceans, beaches, and mountains were nothing more than distractions. Its nice to finally be able to step outside, enjoy a good walk without inadvertently mulling through the latest legal question in the back of my thoughts.
I feel like a prisoner whose just been set free... except where do I go now?
I guess in the meantime... i'll just mull through that question in my head..while i'm on the beach:)
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Happy TB Day
Yep its that time again,
ITS MIKES BIRTHDAY!
Today Michael James Hegedus turns a solid 25!
On this day, some dude going by the name of cock... err... I mean Koch discovered the bacterium that causes tuberculosis.
In light of this glorious disease, the world saw fit to disignate Mike's Birthday as the official World's TB Day.
Awesome.
Have a great birthday buddy!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Tell me... who doesn't love Double D's?!
It's DOUG'S B-DAY
Happy quarter century buddy!
On this day, on the year of 1781 William Herschel discovered Uranus.
That's right Doug... he discovered Uranus on your birthday... and he loved it.
haha... doubling your entendra!
Seriously, hope you have a great birthday bud
Saturday, March 10, 2007
A Birthday Thank - You
Thanx for all the emails and blogs. I'm not gonna lie to you guys, it was pretty demoralizing having to spend your entire birthday in university building which resembles a fallout shelter. Do you know that feeling... the one where you know your walking into a shit storm but there is no way around it... well i had that feeling the entire day.
I had to go to moot court which is a mock court. It went as well as it could, the judges tore me apart but no worse than anyone else. I think i held my own, maybe even better than most, but i'm biased. I got out of court around 10:30 pm. So I basically had about an hour and half to celebrate my birthday. In all honestly, i was 90% celebrating moot court being over and only 10% celebrating my birthday. I spent the rest of the night hanging out with the judges. It was a tradition that the judges buy the students a beer after the trial. In any case, i took the liberty of getting drunk off their dime... and it felt good!
My entire time in Vancouver seems like one giant vacation. Everyone tells me when you go back home... it won't feel the same. I take my fair share of ribbing from my classmates about being from Saskatchewan... but I don't expect them to understand why I love our perfectly shaped province. I can't explain rider pride to them or why we call hoodies bunny hugs.
I never want stop feeling at home in Regina. Anyways, thanks for remembering my birthday guys... every blog, email and call felt like a brief moment of home... and it was desperately needed by this home sick kid.
I had to go to moot court which is a mock court. It went as well as it could, the judges tore me apart but no worse than anyone else. I think i held my own, maybe even better than most, but i'm biased. I got out of court around 10:30 pm. So I basically had about an hour and half to celebrate my birthday. In all honestly, i was 90% celebrating moot court being over and only 10% celebrating my birthday. I spent the rest of the night hanging out with the judges. It was a tradition that the judges buy the students a beer after the trial. In any case, i took the liberty of getting drunk off their dime... and it felt good!
My entire time in Vancouver seems like one giant vacation. Everyone tells me when you go back home... it won't feel the same. I take my fair share of ribbing from my classmates about being from Saskatchewan... but I don't expect them to understand why I love our perfectly shaped province. I can't explain rider pride to them or why we call hoodies bunny hugs.
I never want stop feeling at home in Regina. Anyways, thanks for remembering my birthday guys... every blog, email and call felt like a brief moment of home... and it was desperately needed by this home sick kid.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Happy International's Women's Day
Yep, its that time again.
I turned twenty five today... a solid quarter of a century.
I wish i could celebrate it, instead I gotta spend my night at moot court. Moot court is basically fake court. They split the class into teams of two and you get to argue for a case. It's basically a right of passage in law school.
So rather than celebrating my birthday, I get to be interrogated by a bunch of lawyers who are are acting like judges for the moot court. They will be sure to put me through my paces.
The only thing u can really do is bend over... and power thru.
Happy Birthday to me... sort of... not really... God, i want this day to be over.
I turned twenty five today... a solid quarter of a century.
I wish i could celebrate it, instead I gotta spend my night at moot court. Moot court is basically fake court. They split the class into teams of two and you get to argue for a case. It's basically a right of passage in law school.
So rather than celebrating my birthday, I get to be interrogated by a bunch of lawyers who are are acting like judges for the moot court. They will be sure to put me through my paces.
The only thing u can really do is bend over... and power thru.
Happy Birthday to me... sort of... not really... God, i want this day to be over.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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