My Diary #195

Dear Tigey,

I hope you enjoy your new cushion! Don’t get too addicted to the tobacco!

Entry #195 (Jun 22 2025)

Table of Contents

Backpack…
ට  Life
ට  Games
ට  Plushie of the Week #188
ට  Memory Snippet of the Week #171
ට  Dreams

Life

I learnt that the house that was listed for $280k that I lost the bid on a few weeks ago sold to a blind bid from one of the other two bidders for $288,500. So $9,000 over the asking price. Yucks. The housing market is disgusting. That was “just” a condo townhouse with a monthly fee too, not even an actual house.

The lights on the Hudson’s Bay sign outside of Southgate Mall went dark this week. Previously, they looked like this, courtesy of picture from May 09 in My Diary #190:

Now it looks like this:

The H is partially “lit up” due to a reflection in that specific picture, but was actually dark like the other large letters too. Sad day! Er, night.

Now that the Oilers have lost the Stanley Cup final and ice hockey is over for the year, the little setup in front of the main Hudson’s Bay entrance in the mall has been dismantled, and looks like this now:

There isn’t even a door there anymore, never mind a wide entrance. Looks so weird.

I visited the local Chinese T&T Supermarket this week, and came away with a few nice books for my stationery collection. Will I ever use them? Probably not. Do I like looking at them anyway? Yes. Like small plates and such, which I also heavily considered buying a couple more of, as they’re small things that make me feel very happy. It reminds me of this article, which I’ve linked before in my blog (and thus not going to back up a local copy of again here).

While I was at the supermarket, I also came across this sign. I’m still struggling to figure out what they meant to say. There were several of these on several items around the store. (And since when does T&T sell clothing anyway?)

And about clothing, I picked up a second-hand skirt from the Goodwill near the supermarket on the same day as well. I’ve needed a second skirt for a long time now as the first one is falling apart, but I haven’t found my “perfect” skirt despite looking in many, many stores. This one isn’t perfect but it’s fine and checks off a lot of the boxes of what I look for in a skirt. It’ll do for now. I wore it out on Saturday on my outing below and it was comfortable.

I also have an observation about travelling that I wanted to make and leave here. I love travelling alone and the freedom that that gives me, and I love all the things that I get to see and experience, but at some point along my trips I tend to get these loneliness pangs that I don’t get at home even though I also live by myself. It’s not that I don’t get to talk to my friends pretty much whenever I want to or even that I don’t get to watch Twitch streams whenever I want to, because I can and do still do those.

But yet. Somehow. Something about feeling small in the big, wide world and the occasional faint memories or liminal sensations that I occasionally run into while roaming around the world evoke a sense of… loss sometimes in a way that I’m still struggling to express. I think I usually get that feeling when I get butterflies in my stomach, or perhaps its a thing I get on certain sunsets and rainy days or something. It’s somewhat similar to the sad feelings I used to feel about being forced to leave Singapore and not being able to return there, although I have since almost fully exorcised that particular demon. But for this one, I can’t even identify a culprit to work toward exorcising. Anyway that’s sort of why I seek out friends to meet along the way when I go on trips, and also sort of why one day I want to try travelling to places with someone again (and partially why I offered to bring Dad on a trip to Singapore later this year, possibly). To stave off possible loneliness.

But anyway, I have no such problem when I travel within the city. I suppose there’s a comfort and solace knowing that the apartment I currently call my home is nearby. Talking about travelling within the city, I didn’t do much at all during the week, but I did venture out during the weekend to check out a number of festivals around town. So here’s a little over-long travel blog for Saturday, Jun 21.

Saturday Jun 21

I left the house a little after 12 pm with six Official Stops on my itinerary for the day, and decided to walk to the first one, which was the Bountiful Farmers’ Market that was nearby my home. Well, relatively “nearby”. It was still about a 45 minute walk, but due to the buses in Edmonton being garbage, it would have only saved me 5 minutes to take a bus there, so I decided to walk instead as that saves me from having to pay bus fare and then having a timer on my head while I was at the farmers’ market since the digital transit transfers only last an hour and a half or something these days. (They lasted longer when the bus drivers had discretion to give out paper transfer tickets themselves, and it was common to get 2-2.5 hour transfer window tickets.)

On the way there, I ran into Distraction #1 — I passed by a store I had never visited before called the Big Box Outlet Store:

They were having a clothing liquidation box sale event outside under little canopy tents, and apparently these have the pricing model that the liquidation shops use, where it gets cheaper over time until everything perhaps sells:

Apparently other stores in this franchise, including the Edmonton Central location, do this with items too, where items start at $15 on Thursday and drops to 50 cents on Wednesday, but not this Edmonton South one. They were doing this clothing event when I came by though, and when I inquired, one of the salespeople said that how often they did this depended on management, but it usually happened about twice a month. He suggested following their social media to get more news on it but both the Facebook and Instagram links I tried from the website for the Edmonton South location were dead. Teehee?

Anyway, I also wandered in for a look:

And I did pick up a discounted plushie here for Tigey, and he’ll appear in what is probably next week’s Plushie of the Week feature, since I already wrote up this week’s one.

Distraction #2 was a little further along the way, and this was called Bianca Amor’s Liquidation Superstore:

I had heard of this store before, after all the name of the store stands out a lot, but I had never actually planned a visit to the store before, but I came across it organically while I was walking to the farmers’ market, so I figured why not. The inside looked like this:

It was pretty interesting. This one varies from other liquidation stores because it also has canned food and chips and drinks and other things like that too. Quite a lot of it, actually. This one is almost arguably more like a Costco than what I normally think of a liquidation store. I liked it. They apparently have senior discounts:

And a lot of cheap knockoff building blocks from Chinese companies that I was mildly tempted by:

Stuff like that. I’m not a Lego (or equivalent) person, but I did start recently collecting little model sets like that if they’re Asian market/restaurant themed in some way. Sadly none of the ones here fit the bill, but there were some close calls. Lots of other neat stuff too, but I left eventually without buying anything… this time.

Finally, I reached Official Stop #1 for the day, Bountiful Farmers’ Market, a touch before 2 pm:

They were having a 6th birthday bash (local) event there and the place immediately wowed me:

This place is actually not that far from my place, but it’s the first time I’ve visited it, and it looked great. I’ve been missing out all this time. The place looked gorgeous.

Here’s that Pine Creek Tea store again — I bought from back during the Butterdome Craft Sale and then visited again during my visit to the Old Strathcona Farmers’ Market back near the beginning of May.

There was also a Malaysian satay store, staffed by a Chinese lady that chatted me up and gave me a free sample. It was pretty good. They’re $15 per frozen bag if I remember right, which is a bit pricey, but really everything in a farmers’ market tends to be pricey.

I promised her I’d be back some other time to buy from her. Why not. I’ll give it a try. But not at the start of a long day of walking around, since I wouldn’t have access to a fridge for some time.

There was also live music being performed by a guy on stage. His stage name was Westmore, and his website is over here (local). A little sparse, but that’s fine.

He was also selling CDs in his donation box, and I’m all about this sort of thing, especially to support a local musician:

But it cost $10, and I only had $20s with me. He didn’t have change, and he directed me to his mom who was at a table nearby, but that lovely lady did not have change either. So I went to buy a Jamaican patty from one of the nearby stores for $5:

It was fine, but overpriced. I did get back $15 of change though, and gave him $10 for a CD. That was the only thing I bought from the farmers’ market.

After leaving the building, I had to walk out a bit and wait around for a bus back to civilization as that part of the city is not really well served by buses, since it isn’t a residential area and our city’s transit service is terrible. I took the bus all the way to downtown, passing Churchill Square, at which point I decided to get off the bus as I saw something happening there. This was Distraction #3, The Works Art and Design Festival (local). I had seen this event mentioned online in the event newsletters that I read, but had not planned on going to it. But I mean, the bus I was on passed right by it, so…

Anyway there were a few food trucks here, like four or six vendors in total, a pet rock decorating tent, and then a bunch of art pieces on display. I walked through them and took pictures of the event, though I almost certainly missed some. This one has 15 pictures though so 3 will get slightly larger thumbnails here and the other 12 will get the gallery treatment.

After this, I had originally planned to go to a Nigerian/African vendor festival, but that one was located in Gold Bar Park, which was too far out of the way, and in the end I didn’t go there. I won’t name the festival because I don’t want to get it caught up with the pictures keyword on Google or something when I didn’t actually visit it. Also it used a weird Eventbrite ticketing system even though the event was free, and the tickets were “out of stock” when I checked this morning, so who knows. Maybe next year.

Instead, I went to Stadium Station, where I learnt that it has this special platform that is used only during high traffic events at Commonwealth Stadium, which was a little behind me in this picture.

The trains that normally run on the track alongside that platform, which I believe are usually the northbound trains but I suppose could be either direction during events, usually open on the platform on the other side, which is in the proof of payment area and only has exits on the very north and very south side of the platform. This side of the platform is much more convenient, especially when headed to/from the stadium, and would be able to handle a lot more foot traffic.

But I guess people who frequent that wing of the LRT line know all that, and to them it’s part of daily life. For me, I barely ever go up that far north, and I’m not sure I had ever stopped at Stadium Station to notice that about it before. So it’s all new and interesting.

But I wasn’t here to gawk (too much) at train stations, much as I love them. From Stadium Station, I walked east and ended up at Borden Park, where the new Official Stop #2 was located. This event was called the CNFC Indigenous Peoples Festival, which I made it a point to visit because Saturday was also National Indigenous Peoples Day:

And it was actually decent. Not super large, but exactly as advertised, more or less, though I didn’t see the indigenous games. There were a number of stalls, though nothing they had was of any interest to me, and they were oddly spread out and different tables in the same row were sometimes facing different directions.

There were the “tipi teachings”, but the teepees were not that big and only a couple of children could enter at a time.

But the big centerpiece was this stage (how cool is it that this park has what basically is a small performance stage in the middle of it?) and the indigenous performers that were playing instruments, singing, and more here.

Very nice. I didn’t stay too long but I enjoyed seeing this scene and listening to the bits of music that I did.

From here, I walked north and west, heading toward Official Stop #3. This was about a half an hour walk or so. My phone battery was not full when I left the house though, and it had been steadily dropping through the day (largely due to me planting flowers and looking for giant mushrooms on Pikmin Bloom while walking around), and by the time I left Borden Park it was around 10% and on power saving mode.

Halfway through my walk toward Official Stop #3 though, I saw to my horror that it had dipped to 4%, so I shut off everything but essential functions, and looked for the quickest way home. I decided to detour the other way at a junction at which turning left would have taken me to Official Stop #3. Instead I turned right, and walked to Coliseum Station, and then took the train home from there. Coliseum Station was a neighbour of Stadium Station so I basically walked a big loop around that neighbourhood, but this station had construction work going on so only one track was active, and the whole station was extremely noisy. Like drills going off at full blast on the platform sort of noisy.

Oddly enough, though this journey home on the train took about half an hour, the phone battery actually survived all the way to Southgate Station, despite me looking for mushrooms at several stops along the way, and I got home with it still at 2%. Safe. I spent about an hour back at home, also known as Distraction #4, and used the opportunity to dump down all the loot that I had — Tigey‘s new friend and the CD — and also transferred the pictures from the first half of my day and started working on the blog a bit. The phone took a little under an hour to charge, something like 5:10 pm to 5:55 pm or so, though I wasn’t keeping track very closely. There were a few dark clouds outside and I did wryly note that my usual stream time was at 6 pm, so I actually had an option here to just call off the rest of my plans and stream at my usual time instead, but I decided not to. So at around 6 pm, I headed back out.

I almost skipped Official Stop #3 again, as I knew that my time window would actually be fairly tight for all the other places that I wanted to go to if I went there, and the Bus 9 that I took from Southgate Transit Centre passed by the bus stop for Official Stop #4 on the way to the bus stop for Official Stop #3, but I decided to go in the end anyway since I had already skipped one stop earlier in the day. So I took the bus and disembarked near Alberta Avenue, and walked east from there to Official Stop #3, which was the Thousand Faces Festival (local).

I was prepared to be somewhat disappointed by this one, because I did note that it didn’t include vendors in the list of highlights of this “festival”, but I was hoping to be pleasantly surprised or something like that. Alas. This was the extent of the festival:

Just one performing stage, and a couple of empty canopy tents and benches and seats. There was a small indoor portion with a film or something that was playing on a screen, but no one was in that room and I’m not completely sure if that room was part of the festival. There was indeed a small area for stilts like the website mentioned:

And the website also talked about a putting zone but uh, this was the extent of it:

There were also supposed to be food trucks here, but what food trucks? Where?

This was a weird event overall and I’m of two minds about it. On one hand, this was a terribly organized event from the perspective of trying to get people to come visit it — for most people, there was nothing to do here except sit down and watch the performances, which is fine, but it’s hardly a “festival” and there wasn’t even any food (left?) by the time I came by at 7:30 pm, for an event that was supposed to last until 9 pm. How were people supposed to get dinner? The stilts actually were fine for a “festival” but the minigolf was just sad to see. And with no vendors, there wasn’t any sort of pull to get people to loiter around and listen to the performances as a secondary thing.

Also, there was a security guard at the front of the entrance to the little square, but there was also a bus stop next to the square and three people were just chilling and doing drugs in the bus stop. Both buses thet serve that bus stop came along and they didn’t take either bus, so obviously they weren’t there for public transit. I believe the Alberta Avenue area is supposed to be the Arts District of the city, but it doesn’t seem to hold a candle to something like Inglewood in Calgary.

But on the other hand, the specific performance that I saw while waiting for the bus to leave the area seemed neat, and I’m sure the rest of them were as well .The stage was set up nicely as the centerpiece of the “festival”, and obviously the people that were there to watch the performances were enjoying it. In fact, this lady seated on her second-storey balcony across the street from the park might have had the best view and most comfortable seat of all:

But I think they tried to market it as more than it actually was, and so it felt like more of a flop than it was, even discounting the fact that I figured out the lack of vendors before choosing to come here. The only reason that any given random person has to come here is to spend a couple of hours listening to the music and performances, and that’s it. That’s the only single attraction, even though it was a decent one. There wasn’t even food. Don’t try to market it as an entire festival (unless improvements are made in future iterations of the event). Instead do it like “bring a blanket, sit down and enjoy performances over a cup of hot tea and cookies” or something.

When the bus I was waiting for came, I tore myself away from the performance area and boarded it, taking it south towards Chinatown and Official Stop #4 – Chinatown After Dark.

This event happens (or will happen) 4 times this year, and I missed the first one due to my trip to Calgary and Canmore/Banff, but I caught this second one. It’s easiest to start the explanation of this one by showing a picture of the event map:

The event was split up over several venues, although I only had about 45 minutes to spend here and so I spent it all in the Main Alley site, and didn’t get a chance to check out the other smaller ones. The problem with this though, and it has been discussed ad nauseum before, is that there are a fair amount of homeless in the area. During an event like this, they aren’t in the actual alleys being used for the event itself due to the sheer number of people there, but they definitely are there on the outskirts and between the spread out locations, and some of them, not all, are drug addicts doing their things too. Like here’s a view of 96th Street, one street over from the eastern edge of the venue, which I passed by on the way there.

And there were similar people hanging out around 97th Avenue, which is a main thoroughfare, too. And here’s a guy walking by the mouth of the Main Alley on 106th Avenue itself, right past the center of the event, lugging his backpack and his black garbage bag as he heads off toward locations unknown.

He meant no harm, and I do have sympathy for their plight, but the event didn’t have security staff, nor were any roads officially cordoned off or anything. The homeless people did not go into the Main Alley itself, and there were lots of people there for the event that made for a “safety in numbers” sort of social barrier, but they were definitely there between and outside of the event sites, and one of the nearby houses even had a homeless tent pitched right up against its outer fence, so the whole thing felt like an uncomfortable mix of “family friendly event” and “unsafe neighbourhood”.

There were lots of people there as mentioned though, including both old people, young people, and little kids, and even dogs, so at least within the context of the Main Alley, it was perfectly safe in and around there, although the main event area was quite small and would take all of 2 minutes to see. There were no item vendors at all here (well, I think there might actually have been one) and outside of a couple of stages, people were here to eat and watch/listen to some live entertainment while eating.

The Main Alley location that I visited looked like this:

And the way the food system worked was that there was a central tent one could buy tickets from, at $6 a pop (and $29 for 5, and $55 for 10, but the $29 discount was so small as to be meaningless, and the $55 one was for way too many tickets except for a big family — although I did consider buying in bulk and using them at future events.). Then you could redeem a ticket or two at each participating restaurant for some food from the table outside their back door.

The helpings I had were fairly filling for $6, and I did hear from others that that was the general sentiment — unlike other Edmonton food events like the Taste of Edmonton, which I might try to go to this year regardless, a good amount of the food servings here were fairly close to actually being worth its cost in tickets, although that might be a function of how restaurant food is wildly overpriced in Edmonton compared to Asian cities rather than the actual cost of the food itself. Even though they were filling, I still thought that the items I had were a dollar or two overpriced.

This was Shanghai Noodles from the China Marble restaurant (1 ticket):

A couple of scoops of noodles from a near-empty tray and a single broccoli from another tray. Barely any meat. And this was Sticky Rice with Pork from Shan Shan Bakery, unwrapped and cut open slightly to show innards:

This one was nice and had not only pork but also salted egg inside. Yum. I ate them while listening to Chinese people trying out a rap battle in English over a mic that was so bad at picking up the contestants’ screamings that I could barely understand any words they were trying to say, even though I could hear the DJ just fine when he was talking.

Despite my misgivings about the neighbourhood, I will almost certainly be back for either the 3rd or 4th iteration of this event this year, as I do want to try out the food from the other restaurants as well as support the local Chinese community. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that the local community is trying to revitalize the neighbourhood, and it is a single direct, if long, bus from my place to there after all. I just wish Edmonton had a proper Chinatown, a proper Chinese festival, and proper Chinese markets and shopping malls and community events like Vancouver or even Calgary does. I do not think the city at large cares in the least about supporting the community. Neither the local MLA (David Shepherd) nor the local city ward councillor (Anne Stevenson, who I had previously seen at Churchill Square) had any presence at all in this event, for example.

At about 8:25 pm, I left the area and used Uber to find a driver to take me to my final event of the evening, and Official Stop #5, which was a night market in River Cree Resort and Casino. This one was located far on the western edge of the city, and in fact I think was considered to be in a separate township of its own, Enoch, just outside of and adjacent to Edmonton’s western city limit. The night market closed at 10pm, and bussing there from Chinatown would have taken an hour and a half at the least, so that was not an option.

The Uber ride that picked me up featured a glass sunroof, and this was the first time I had the pleasure of being in a car with a little transparent panel in the ceiling. That made the ride into the west, toward the sunset, even more pleasant, and I felt quite special as we saw some amazing angel’s ladders in the sky on the way there, possibly the most prominent ones I’ve ever seen, though I was not able to take a good shot of it from any angle. The driver also donated a bit of money to someone who was panhandling with a sign on the concrete island in the middle of the road next to a traffic light, which I thought was nice of him. I’m not sure I’d ever have the heart to do that sort of thing, but at least I gave the driver a slightly bigger tip for that.

We reached the casino in about 25 minutes with no issue at all:

And I learnt from talking to some of the staff at the door that the event was inside, past the casino area:

Cool. Uh. But there was a problem. That’s not what the website said at all. The website here (local) clearly states, for this specific event:

Where is the market located?
Located outside in our tent.

Is the festival still happening if it’s raining?
Yes! We happen rain or shine (hopefully it will shine ever day!)

How should I dress?
Prepare for the weather- sunscreen, hats, umbrellas, etc.

Bullshit bullshit bullshit. All of it was inside, and I think it was planned from the start to be inside, since there was no rain forecast this evening, and there was a “Night Market – 2025” vendor map for the inside too that showed that it wasn’t just an emergency one day move or something.

But I guess this sort of nonsense is what one can expect from a two-faced hotel website (local) that uses marketing lines like “We offer the best entertainment in Edmonton in our 100% smoke-free facility, also featuring Embers, our smoke-friendly gaming center.“. Which the heck is it, are you 100% smoke-free or not? “Smoke-free except the huge secondary casino on the ground floor” (see map above) is not “100% smoke-free”! The website just states whatever they feel like.

Anyway, since I was here already, I took some pictures of the “””night market””” (with a small outdoor food truck area) to chronicle it regardless:

And as a standalone craft/artisan market, this one was actually fairly good, although I was hoping for an indigenous tea stall and there were none of those, just lots of jewellery and clothing. There were two really nice art stalls though, and I took their business cards for the future… just in case.

I also bought this for Tigey:

A little dream pillow for $5 from a local indigenous crafter called Darlene Callioux from Eaglewoman Stitching. Indigenous lore says that this pillow with herbs helps with inducing and inspiring dreams and visions. I already have a scented pillow though, but now Tigey will have one too as he lies beside me at night. I like it very much and thought it was more than a fair price, as well as being a unique keepsake for my little one.

I went home after this, except I was loathe to spend $30 or so to hire another Uber home. I had already taken one to get here, but that one was at least partially discounted by a promotion that Uber was running, however that promotion was no longer there to help out with the cost. An Uber would have taken only 20-25 minutes though, whereas taking public transit home would take upwards of 1h 40 minutes or so. It would save me the entire cost of the discretionary non-food spending that I did today though — $10 for the CD, $9 and change for the plushie, and $5 for Tigey‘s dream pillow, so this was what I opted for in the end.

In fact, I wanted to experience a walk through the neighbourhoods as I had never been here before and likely will not again for quite some time, so what I did was that I walked from River Cree Resort and Casino all the way to Lewis Farms Transit Centre, which was about an hour away. That was nearly a full hour’s walk, from around 9:30 pm to 10:20 pm, and took me past some picturesque neighbourhoods and parks.

The only problem with this hike is that the route along Winterburn Road NW, seen in the map immediately following this paragraph, had no roadside paved path at all, so I was alternating walking through grass and weeds and a dirt path left by others all the way up from River Cree Resorts until Rosenthal Boulevard, where the pavement finally started. There wasn’t even a pedestrian light at I think it was Chief Lapotac Boulevard and Winterburn Road intersection either, whereas at Whitemud Drive and Winterburn Road there was thankfully a pedestrian crossing but there wasn’t an actual path on either end of the crossing, just overgrown grass and a super narrow road shoulder. It was a very weird walk.

Nevertheless, I eventually reached Lewis Farms Transit Centre and took the bus route #4 to South Campus LRT Station from there, and then caught the next train home. The phone camera made things seem brighter than they were, but I tried to leave River Cree Casino at around 9:25 pm or so, got lost “behind” the casino trying to find a shortcut out and around the building (construction and the lack of walkable paths stymied me) and had to go back in and through the casino and out the front door again, actually finally left the casino at around 9:35 pm, reached Lewis Farms at 10:20 pm, South Campus at about 10:55 pm, Southgate at about 11:15 pm, and home shortly after that.

I actually had a small case of the butterflies in my stomach/sense of loss and loneliness while I was at Lewis Farms here, and I again wonder if it is linked to evenings and being far away from home.

Because Southgate Mall was closed, I had to circle around the outside of the mall to get home, and I took the chance to take some pictures of the shuttered Hudson’s Bay store from the outside. For some reason the lights in the building were still lit:

I also saw some people also trying to take pictures of the inside of the store from outside one of the locked doors. See, I’m not the only person totally invested in chronicling the shutdown of the iconic company! I’m sure they were doing it for the exact same reason that I was at 11:20 pm at night!

My Pikmin Bloom app clocked me in as having taken 29,223 steps by the end of the day, which was more steps in a day than any single day during my recent trip to Canmore and Banff, including the 5 hour hike day that I did, or any other trip that I’ve tracked steps on, and I believe actually sets a new personal best for me. I’ve never broken 30k in a day as far as I know, but after 5 (of 6 planned) Official Stops, 4 Distractions, and an hour long late night walk to save $25, this got close. But boy were my legs sore at the end of the day. I did a bit of blogging, but basically collapsed at some point and had a very satisfying sleep, and thus had to finish the blog up on Sunday instead. Hello from Sunday!

Games

On stream, I continued playing Steam demos this week — even though the Steam Next Fest was over early in the week, I played various demos for mostly Satinel and sometimes Emmy_ every day anyway, and just like last week, I’ll just toss a list and their ranks here since it’s easier for me to point directly to the wiki for my opinion of them instead.

Demos played on stream this week: Beyond the Map (5), Consume Me (7.5), Witchlight (4.5), Mourning Tide (5), The Wide Open Sky is Running out of Catfish (4), STAR FISH (2), Fishing Alone (3.5), I NEED SPACE (8), The Vast White (3.5), Discounty (6.5), Guild Master (5), Medieval Crafter: Blacksmith (6.5), Sunny Side Crossing (3), DOG WITCH (7), Mighty Meow (5), and Overlooting (6.5). I also played and recorded three games off stream — Fishing Mega-Game (4), Cybersim: Noetic City (6.5), and Fishing Shop Simulator (6).

Off stream, it was all Backpack Battles this week whenever I had time. It hit its 1.0 launch last week, and has been a whole ton of fun still. For some reason it’s also dropping Steam community items to add to your item showcase on the Steam profile, and you get them just by having the game open and playing, so I’ve been collecting items there too. Nomakk also had a Backpack Battles community night on Friday for his stream, and I partook in that all night long.

Plushie of the Week #188

While I was on my trip around Western Canada last month, I visited the Vancouver Aquarium on May 31, and while I was there, I picked up a plushie from the gift store. To be precise, there are two gift stores in the aquarium, a large one on the main floor and a smaller one down in the basement named Subshop, but both of them were more or less selling the same things, and that latter shop is where I picked up this little cutie for $16.79 after tax.

So meet Luna! She’s a cute, pink 10-inch axolotl, and her name comes from the employee working the cashier booth. I asked her what the name of the axolotl was, since the aquarium had hundreds of those plushies, so I figured it must have been some sort of mascot. But nope, she said that the axolotl did not have an official name. I asker her if she wanted to name the plushie, but she also said no at first.

A few seconds later though, when she was scanning the little salamander through the checkout process, she piped up and suggested Luna because it was a name that she liked, but she added the caveat that Luna was already the name of the sea otter plushie (and also an actual sea otter (local)) at the Vancouver Aquarium. I said that was fine, and that would actually be doubly good since both the plushie and the name would then be representative of different aspects of the aquarium. She liked that reply, and thus Luna’s name was set.

Front side:

Front other side:

PEEKABOO:

Underside:

Tag 1 front:

Tag 1 back:

Tag 2 front:

Tag 2 back:

Memory Snippet of the Week #171

This week, I wanted to share a few pictures of our Yishun 723 home in Singapore that I had not yet found when I was making my previous post about that childhood home. That was one of my earliest Memory Snippet posts, back when it was still called Photograph(s) of the Week. In that post, I had mourned that I did not seem to have many pictures of the house at all. This still holds true, but at least we have a couple of pictures now of the place which bring back nostalgic memories to me.

This first picture is of our parents’ bedroom:

About half of the bedroom was covered with a wooden floor, visible on the bottom right of the picture there, but the entire other half of the room was a raised carpet area that I was always intrigued by and quite liked, and I wish that was a design available in more houses. Or any houses at all. I’ve never seen it in any other house. These pictures, as best as I can tell, were from around 1995, so a baby Jon would have been sleeping in the bed on the right, and my parents on the larger mattress on the left. Kel and I were in a different room that we don’t have a picture of.

This next picture was from our spare room, looking out into the upstairs hallway.

The master bedroom in the first picture would have been on the far left side of that banister, just to the left of the windows (which were fake, as that’s an internal wall and the master bedroom had no windows!), whereas Kel and my room would have been to the right of the banister. As mentioned, the room this picture was taken in was called the Spare Room, and these next two pictures are taken from the same spot, but facing into the room instead.

Look, that’s a typewriter! Our first computer, when we eventually got it, replaced the typewriter in this room, and judging by the picture album that these pictures were in, and the fact that there’s no computer in this picture, dates these pictures to most likely 1995, with an outside chance of 1994. All the cabinets, books, boxes, files, cupboards, chairs, trinkets, the fan, the covered television, they all bring back lots of nostalgia to me. Not that white sofa though. I swear I’ve never seen it before in my life!

Finally, there’s this picture:

The typewriter desk would have been directly above the dining chairs and table in the background of this picture, which was where we kids had dinner every night. The parents typically had dinner in the living room, which was where the TV was. That was out the far left side of the kitchen, past the front door which is barely visible on the far left side of the picture, then another hard left into the rest of the house.

One of my most endearing memories of that little dining area, besides the meals, are that I had a girl come by to tutor me in Chinese there for a few months, but I also tutored her (or maybe it was someone else) in Math in return. Another was of me peeking around that window curtain left and right, at the 12th floor hallway outside that house, looking for returning parents or other visitors coming to our house, or perhaps neighbours passing by. Of course it was important in the latter case to make sure that I ducked back before they saw me. That hallway outside the window, and the “danger” of looking out for approaching people from it, has been a recurring theme in several of my dreams, though that has faded somewhat over the years.

That red cup in the middle of the picture was mine, the pink one was Kel‘s, and the red water bottle belonged to one of us — oddly I don’t totally remember if it was mine or hers, but I think it was mine? Also visible in the middle of the picture are bamboo washing poles, called tek-kohs.

Dreams
Jun 16 2025

Dream 1

  • I visited a school to use their toilets while on a school trip because apparently the exchange rate of the country or city where the school was was better. A couple friends that I was with came along and did the same thing as well.
  • I also went to shower in the cubicles of the girls’ washroom, and wrapped myself up loosely with a towel once I came out of the showers as I needed to walk out into the main area of the girls’ washroom to dress up. The area was quiet but I was slightly worried about cameras or random people walking into the washroom as I used the towel to cover up my front.
  • I also remember waiting for a bus, and in the parking lot behind the bus stop there was the corpse of a bovine-like animal with many large bugs crawling on and around its carcass. It was lying atop a rift in the ground where part of the ground was slowly moving under another part of the ground like we were watching a localized tectonic plate in motion.

Dream 2

  • I visited a bookstore in a maze with Mom and Dad. The store was located on the western end of an extremely long passage, and there was a small bookshelf full of Terry Goodkind books there, as well as a larger and longer shelf filled with books in English and Chinese, and a bunch of music CDs as well. That was just the outside part of the shop, there was a larger interior area that we didn’t get to but that both my parents and I were interested in.
  • There were also other people strolling around the maze, and we were also part of a guild that had a global guild chat. The entrance to the zone was near the eastern end of that extremely long passage, and a girl who was a newer guildmate was inquiring how to get to the bookstore, so I stepped away to send her a screenshot of what the entrance looked like. I told her to zone in, walk a little south to find that entrance, and then follow it all the way west until she saw us.
  • I also noticed other guild veterans, including Ronnie, working behind the scenes to try to smooth the journey there for me and others. They didn’t mention it, but it helped make the long passage safer to traverse.
  • Outside of the maze, I had a meeting with Ronnie before taking a shower in a hotel room. There was not much to talk about as we just had a meeting late last week, so we just stood around in awkward silence and looked at each other. There was something about each meeting having a colour theme too and ours was yellow.
  • Snippet: On a television screen, Leon Draisaitl had just scored two quick goals at the start of the second period to tie up an ice hockey game against the Dallas Stars.
  • Snippet: Dad also had a conversation with Uncle Droy somewhere in the dream, where the latter was complaining about a screen door in their rental place that they had tried to get contractors to fix three times now, but everytime they arrived, they created other problems and then fixed those instead and never got around to fixing the hole in the screen door.
Jun 17 2025
  • Snippet: I remember walking through a city in a game world with rooms that formed puzzles or encounters styled after Backpack Battles, each room or shop being a few squares in size and featuring an NPC that I had to defeat with my backpack’s items. One of my items gave me a permanent -1 maximum health after each fight so I was a bit worried about that, but I was getting other bonuses and rewards to offset that too.
  • Snippet: I rolled a wheeled cart into a classroom and saw a bunch of rules someone had written on the chalkboard detailing a game as part of celebrating someone’s birthday. I was the first student in the room, and left the wheeled cart against a cupboard door as I took my seat, with about half a dozen other students coming in shortly behind me, including the birthday girl, who was an anime character whose name I can’t remember. We suspected our class’s form teacher was who had written all the stuff on the board beforehand. Some of the rules were weird, like penalizing any student who went to the bathroom by disabling some of the rules while anyone was in the bathroom, and we speculated that he was late to class because he must have gone to the washroom himself.
  • Editor: I can’t remember what the anime girl’s name was but it’s a real character from a show or game, very similar to Rimi from Bang Dream but with messier hair. Maybe it was actually her though it feels a little off.
Jun 18 2025
  • Snippet: Within a dream computer game, I remember taking over a small plot of land in space, represented by a grid of circles on a flat plane near a planet, and doing something to it to take care of it and making it glow lightly. I was complimented by other people in my group for making it a nice rest stop, which might attract other people from across the galaxy to stop by and visit our neighbourhood. The implication was that any other travellers that came by would still be humans though, this felt like a part of a continent in a large, shared MMO game that everyone was playing, just in a space context. They would then park their vehicles in the little circles and go exploring nearby areas, including other people that were trying to develop land on more “hilly” terrain (despite being in outer space).
Jun 19 2025
  • I visited a large library on my University campus that was more than 20 stories high. I returned a book to the librarian desk near a secondary entry area, depositing it into a library return slot that was set into the side of the desk after showing the book to the two ladies that were manning the desk.
  • I then left my school bag on a nearby couch outside the library entry gates before heading in and taking the elevator up to the 15th floor and walking up two extra escalators to the 17th floor to get to the place where a book that I wanted to borrow was kept. I was constantly worried about being gone too long from my bag and hoping that no one would steal it in the interim.
  • The sorting system had four numbers, with the first number showing the level the book was on, so the book had a sorting number that was something like 17 10 9 10. I found the 17 10 9 10 shelf, noting that it was full of wildlife and nature books, though I also saw a large Reader’s Digest reverse dictionary that my parents had at home on that shelf as well.
  • I could not find my target book at first, but I used my phone to Google up the name of the book, which was called something like Where We Are, and learnt that it had a yellow spine, and once I knew that I visually scanned the shelf by colour instead and quickly found the book. It was as large as the book that I had just returned to the library earlier. I took it with me as I descended back to the ground floor.
  • There was also a snippet about me using the computer at home, and then once I was done with it, talking to Dad and Kel about who wanted to use it next.
Jun 20 2025
  • Snippet: I remember a segment of a dream where I had to “unlock” an area within a larger zone that was akin to a board game, involving “landing on” or visiting the smaller area in question, which would then open it for other people to visit at will as well. But I believe that they could not visit the place until I had done so first.
  • Snippet: There was also a smaller snippet in a separate dream about helping someone arrange something in their bag, and the mechanic for this being something from Backpack Battles where the bag was composed of a small grid and I could rotate the item and then put it into the bag.
Jun 21 2025
  • Snippet: I was a cop investigating people’s backstories in a room, and among other things I had an ability to “replay” things, which I used at one point to replay a Backpack Battles sort of fight using someone’s history screen, and also an ability to float to the ceiling of a room and hover there.
Jun 22 2025
  • There was a train line with Mill Woods Town Centre as the end station in my dream that I was monitoring from afar, and whenever a train that I was controlling reached it, all the items I owned got buffed. There was another autobattler game that Kel, Dad, and I were watching on television at home where the pieces were based on real life items that I had with me in the dream, so this caused a synergy effect where each train in the first game would buff my pieces in the second game.
  • One of the items was a piece of sticky bread that I was chewing on but could not finish, so I spit out the rest of the dough into a bin, and I knew that that meant that that piece would not spawn in the second game again.

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