No more sleeps required… Im finally in Vacation mode. I don’t know how often I will blog in the next two weeks, it will probably be limited and found wanting, but Ill make an Olympic effort of Roman Empire proportions to try.
I want to also say thank you for frequenting my humble blog so far; its really nice to hear some people enjoy it. Thank you for coming, its truly appreciated and I really mean that. I never thought blogging would be so fun and challenging at the same time. And I hope at least once, I wrote something that nobody else on this earth "got" - except for you and me. Because even the *chance* to make that kind of a connection is worth more than all the money in the world, and it's always been the primary reason that I've been writing.
And for everyone going to KBC, Rock the Casbah.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Double Impact
My friendship with my new friend Ryan is growing better and better. Im starting to love this girl (Ive associated the female gender, I figured Id appear more cultured if I follow the French language rules and assigned genders to nouns. And Im feeling like its a chick; there are girl Ryans existing, so I say shes hot too. Not that thats important to me or anything). If you thought 99cent flights were cheap... well try 1 cent! Im not lying. And as Jill knows, I NEVER lie. Yup, this weekend... Ryan is putting a sale on, 1 cent flights to most places in Europe. Oh look over there on the floor! I just found a coin worth 10 flights! I better check under the bed... sift through my pockets... and look under the couch cushions. With this, I can equally divide my findings between buying flights and buying ju-jubes. This morning, I just bought a flight over to Brussels for 1 cent there and 1 cent back (plus applicable taxes and gas fees, minor issue). Brussels, the land that invented Fries, and the infamous home of one of the most influential icons of the last decade, Jean Claude Van Damme (whom my brother Manny, by the way, just worked out with at Fitness World, Bute and Georgia. Apparently he grunts alot, and with his big legs and Karate, he was showing people how to do the splits, no problem).
As an aside... too bad my buddy Wayne wasnt there to see JCVD. He would of went ballastic. Literally, he would of blown up, I think. JCVD is a cultural hero to Wayne, who has memorized every line in Double Impact, and most of Bloodsport and "Street Fighter" the Movie. But then again this is from the same guy who actually rented and liked Swim Fan. Okay... too many tangents...
Now before the sale ends, I need to decide on a trip to take in February... check out www.Ryanair.com. I was thinking Paris, BUT... its 4.99 Euro, which is way too rich for my blood, like FEHGET that noise. Pay over a euro for a flight? Comeon... theres reasonable, and then there is psychotic... and that is walking on its edge... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay I better shut up now, because if I become anymore cynical... Ryan might hear word and come to her senses. Shhh...
6 more sleeps.
As an aside... too bad my buddy Wayne wasnt there to see JCVD. He would of went ballastic. Literally, he would of blown up, I think. JCVD is a cultural hero to Wayne, who has memorized every line in Double Impact, and most of Bloodsport and "Street Fighter" the Movie. But then again this is from the same guy who actually rented and liked Swim Fan. Okay... too many tangents...
Now before the sale ends, I need to decide on a trip to take in February... check out www.Ryanair.com. I was thinking Paris, BUT... its 4.99 Euro, which is way too rich for my blood, like FEHGET that noise. Pay over a euro for a flight? Comeon... theres reasonable, and then there is psychotic... and that is walking on its edge... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay I better shut up now, because if I become anymore cynical... Ryan might hear word and come to her senses. Shhh...
6 more sleeps.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Banana Gellato
I have an upcoming vacation. Its gonna be cool. Sub zero cool. And its coming up fairly quickly now too... I have just over one week to learn how to say "Hey Mister you have bad B.O." in Italian (I think Italians have unbelievably bad BO) Italy. Ill be spending about a week of drinking coffee thats to die for and eating street side Banana Gellato. I cant wait. And then Im off to Greece to eat dirt cheap chicken souvlaki everyday. Again, I cant wait. My buddy Martin is coming over for this enjoyment too, so I have a partner in crime. It all starts next Thursday. Im starting my vacation early and Im taking Friday off as well, although my boss doesnt exactly know this yet... (hmm... hopefully that wont be an issue, sneaking out the back door seems like a good plan still)
The whole point of moving over here, apart from the international job experience, was that I could take advantage of the european travel opportunites (I have 23 days of vacation. I cant believe Im able to say that). This is the first one in what will hopefully be a congo line of many. La cauco racha. Back in Vancouver I rarely if ever took any vacation, and it was quite expensive to go anywhere kewl. Now its only a few coins to get anywhere (more on that in a minute), so its about time I start to make up for it.
Personally I think there is nothing better than living out of your backpack and playing co-ed hostel roulette. Most are familiar with this game... you walk towards your new hostel dorm room, and wonder who youll get as bunkmates; who is it today? Of course you always hope for Heidi and Bridget from Sweden, and Linda from Australia and Maria from Spain and no one else. This almost never happens though. To me anyways. I seem to always get stuck with the worst luck, and get the likes of Big Olga from Poland who makes the top bunk droop, Hiro the crazy wierd Japanese guy who cant speak English, Stuart the Kiwi freak whose constantly on uppers and stealing from everyone, Raul the happy-go-lucky Brazillian who farts during his sleep and stinks up the joint, or Charles the 50 year-old pothead burnout lifestyle traveller thinking hes still 18. And then there is Gary from Vancouver, who walks into the dorm late into the night stumbling drunk, turns the lights on, makes unreal noise going through his stuff and ends up waking everyone up. Ahh yes... hostel roulette. I get two weeks of this... and I miss it so.
And you know how much this gonna cost? Well the flight from Dublin to London is 0.99 EUR. And the flight from London to Rome is 0.99 GBP. Less than a Euro and less than Pound. Have I ever mentioned that Ireland rules? All of this is made possible by the miracle of Ryan Air. For those not in the know, Ryan Air is the godsent of Europe, a Dublin based low cost airline that flies almost everywhere, for as low as 0.99 Euro. Of course, you have to add on top of that all the airlines fees, security fees, and gas tax. But still. It turns out my flight from Dublin to London to Rome and back to London costs, all together, $100 CAD (converted). Its crazy insane. Ryan has just joined my exclusive group of best friends...
8 more Sleeps...
The whole point of moving over here, apart from the international job experience, was that I could take advantage of the european travel opportunites (I have 23 days of vacation. I cant believe Im able to say that). This is the first one in what will hopefully be a congo line of many. La cauco racha. Back in Vancouver I rarely if ever took any vacation, and it was quite expensive to go anywhere kewl. Now its only a few coins to get anywhere (more on that in a minute), so its about time I start to make up for it.
Personally I think there is nothing better than living out of your backpack and playing co-ed hostel roulette. Most are familiar with this game... you walk towards your new hostel dorm room, and wonder who youll get as bunkmates; who is it today? Of course you always hope for Heidi and Bridget from Sweden, and Linda from Australia and Maria from Spain and no one else. This almost never happens though. To me anyways. I seem to always get stuck with the worst luck, and get the likes of Big Olga from Poland who makes the top bunk droop, Hiro the crazy wierd Japanese guy who cant speak English, Stuart the Kiwi freak whose constantly on uppers and stealing from everyone, Raul the happy-go-lucky Brazillian who farts during his sleep and stinks up the joint, or Charles the 50 year-old pothead burnout lifestyle traveller thinking hes still 18. And then there is Gary from Vancouver, who walks into the dorm late into the night stumbling drunk, turns the lights on, makes unreal noise going through his stuff and ends up waking everyone up. Ahh yes... hostel roulette. I get two weeks of this... and I miss it so.
And you know how much this gonna cost? Well the flight from Dublin to London is 0.99 EUR. And the flight from London to Rome is 0.99 GBP. Less than a Euro and less than Pound. Have I ever mentioned that Ireland rules? All of this is made possible by the miracle of Ryan Air. For those not in the know, Ryan Air is the godsent of Europe, a Dublin based low cost airline that flies almost everywhere, for as low as 0.99 Euro. Of course, you have to add on top of that all the airlines fees, security fees, and gas tax. But still. It turns out my flight from Dublin to London to Rome and back to London costs, all together, $100 CAD (converted). Its crazy insane. Ryan has just joined my exclusive group of best friends...
8 more Sleeps...
Saturday, September 04, 2004
yeah yeah yeah...
Wow... I wrote that? And how did I possibly post it 3 times? I dont know if thats even blogger possible... I still contend that somebody hacked into my blog and set me up.... sommmabitches...
I am shame... LOL
I am shame... LOL
Friday, September 03, 2004
These words are my owwn, from my hearrt flows
I bet one million kazillion pesos thta Im a really entertaining poster when iM drunK. Like rights now, for cases.. IM SOOOOOO DRUNK. Dont expect any logic or sense or whatever in this entery, beczuase im wasteed. Stupid Murrya, taking me out for beers n shit after work... on a empty stomach! you bicth!!! Im screwed!! Empty stomach is bad news... bad bad bad news... I only had chips for lunch you fucher! was dizzy after the seconf pint. Didnt even get the opportunity to down two tablesoopons of olive oil, or chicken burhger and fries with mayonaise, which Hermes told me was the ultimate prepp for a night out of drinkiss and no woorris. Well Im worris nows... i needt to perepare and place that bucket besides mee bed thinks. At that I was a lager drining too...too.. I decided to lay off the guniess in this case cduz you know its darky and heavying, and Its was actually sunny outside, so a little light hearted type of drink was in order... so I went for the seea thru Harp drink, Irishlands answer to Canadain and Busweiser. Stupid murray. Last time I did this, a fwe months ago... drinking on a emput stomachae, I was was puking black foams seconds after leaving the pub... like while i walked home, not even stopping.. just turned my hed, just like howws those muthafuching seagulls shit whilst they re flying... (did you you know pub is short for PUBlic bar? Tell your friends... they will think your smart... ass, dat is.) So after the bar... its only 8PM after all.. I went to the local "chippery" on the way homes, to bye some takeout fillet boxxes wid chips.. To fill up my stomach and absorb all the poisions. Lets hope it works... I blame it on the no fgoods in my stomach. mnever ever ever ever drinks on the empty stomachs... you will feel goods quiclky but you will die nthe next day...
The top titles bythe way is the wwiise words of Natasha Bedingfields. Daniels sistar. It was on top of the pops as I walked into my housese so I thought that i would rip it off and barrow..
im going to lye down now... Seleeping early is heathly for the soles... right after I finish tops of the pops.. Such a good show. Jojo is singing GET OUT, LEAVE song... wow shes young... Oh! Niptuck is on! bye.
The top titles bythe way is the wwiise words of Natasha Bedingfields. Daniels sistar. It was on top of the pops as I walked into my housese so I thought that i would rip it off and barrow..
im going to lye down now... Seleeping early is heathly for the soles... right after I finish tops of the pops.. Such a good show. Jojo is singing GET OUT, LEAVE song... wow shes young... Oh! Niptuck is on! bye.
These words are my owwn, from my hearrt flows
I bet one million kazillion pesos thta Im a really entertaining poster when iM drunK. Like rights now, for cases.. IM SOOOOOO DRUNK. Dont expect any logic or sense or whatever in this entery, beczuase im wasteed. Stupid Murrya, taking me out for beers n shit after work... on a empty stomach! you bicth!!! Im screwed!! Empty stomach is bad news... bad bad bad news... I only had chips for lunch you fucher! was dizzy after the seconf pint. Didnt even get the opportunity to down two tablesoopons of olive oil, or chicken burhger and fries with mayonaise, which Hermes told me was the ultimate prepp for a night out of drinkiss and no woorris. Well Im worris nows... i needt to perepare and place that bucket besides mee bed thinks. At that I was a lager drining too...too.. I decided to lay off the guniess in this case cduz you know its darky and heavying, and Its was actually sunny outside, so a little light hearted type of drink was in order... so I went for the seea thru Harp drink, Irishlands answer to Canadain and Busweiser. Stupid murray. Last time I did this, a fwe months ago... drinking on a emput stomachae, I was was puking black foams seconds after leaving the pub... like while i walked home, not even stopping.. just turned my hed, just like howws those muthafuching seagulls shit whilst they re flying... (did you you know pub is short for PUBlic bar? Tell your friends... they will think your smart... ass, dat is.) So after the bar... its only 8PM after all.. I went to the local "chippery" on the way homes, to bye some takeout fillet boxxes wid chips.. To fill up my stomach and absorb all the poisions. Lets hope it works... I blame it on the no fgoods in my stomach. mnever ever ever ever drinks on the empty stomachs... you will feel goods quiclky but you will die nthe next day...
The top titles bythe way is the wwiise words of Natasha Bedingfields. Daniels sistar. It was on top of the pops as I walked into my housese so I thought that i would rip it off and barrow..
im going to lye down now... Seleeping early is heathly for the soles... right after I finish tops of the pops.. Such a good show. Jojo is singing GET OUT, LEAVE song... wow shes young... Oh! Niptuck is on! bye.
The top titles bythe way is the wwiise words of Natasha Bedingfields. Daniels sistar. It was on top of the pops as I walked into my housese so I thought that i would rip it off and barrow..
im going to lye down now... Seleeping early is heathly for the soles... right after I finish tops of the pops.. Such a good show. Jojo is singing GET OUT, LEAVE song... wow shes young... Oh! Niptuck is on! bye.
These words are my owwn, from my hearrt flows
I bet one million kazillion pesos thta Im a really entertaining poster when iM drunK. Like rights now, for cases.. IM SOOOOOO DRUNK. Dont expect any logic or sense or whatever in this entery, beczuase im wasteed. Stupid Murrya, taking me out for beers n shit after work... on a empty stomach! you bicth!!! Im screwed!! Empty stomach is bad news... bad bad bad news... I only had chips for lunch you fucher! was dizzy after the seconf pint. Didnt even get the opportunity to down two tablesoopons of olive oil, or chicken burhger and fries with mayonaise, which Hermes told me was the ultimate prepp for a night out of drinkiss and no woorris. Well Im worris nows... i needt to perepare and place that bucket besides mee bed thinks. At that I was a lager drining too...too.. I decided to lay off the guniess in this case cduz you know its darky and heavying, and Its was actually sunny outside, so a little light hearted type of drink was in order... so I went for the seea thru Harp drink, Irishlands answer to Canadain and Busweiser. Stupid murray. Last time I did this, a fwe months ago... drinking on a emput stomachae, I was was puking black foams seconds after leaving the pub... like while i walked home, not even stopping.. just turned my hed, just like howws those muthafuching seagulls shit whilst they re flying... (did you you know pub is short for PUBlic bar? Tell your friends... they will think your smart... ass, dat is.) So after the bar... its only 8PM after all.. I went to the local "chippery" on the way homes, to bye some takeout fillet boxxes wid chips.. To fill up my stomach and absorb all the poisions. Lets hope it works... I blame it on the no fgoods in my stomach. mnever ever ever ever drinks on the empty stomachs... you will feel goods quiclky but you will die nthe next day...
The top titles bythe way is the wwiise words of Natasha Bedingfields. Daniels sistar. It was on top of the pops as I walked into my housese so I thought that i would rip it off and barrow..
im going to lye down now... Seleeping early is heathly for the soles... right after I finish tops of the pops.. Such a good show. Jojo is singing GET OUT, LEAVE song... wow shes young... Oh! Niptuck is on! bye.
The top titles bythe way is the wwiise words of Natasha Bedingfields. Daniels sistar. It was on top of the pops as I walked into my housese so I thought that i would rip it off and barrow..
im going to lye down now... Seleeping early is heathly for the soles... right after I finish tops of the pops.. Such a good show. Jojo is singing GET OUT, LEAVE song... wow shes young... Oh! Niptuck is on! bye.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
We got the blessed rum
My ex-roommate Adam used to have a ritual. At the start of every month, at midnight... he says "Bunny Rabbit". Apparently if your first words of the month are "Bunny Rabbit" (or something like that) then you will have a great luck for the month. Bunny Rabbit. Yeah I know, I think it sounds gay too. He tried to get me into it, but it was futile because apart from the fact that I have a bad memory for things that have strict deadlines and for things that require an actual presence of mind, it turns out I already have my own end of month/beginning of the month ritual, its called making sure there is enough money in my account to cover rent.
Anyways its the 1st of tha month, Ill leave it with Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony in the background, as I scratch my head and wonder how many times I suprise myself, in that its already bloody September, --
"Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me. Why?
Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin',chokin',rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high
Hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some llello
Double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.Ded
Fiend for the green leaves
Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that llello
Keep your bankroll
Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine crime after crime
Fin to creep to the pad cuz mom's got grub on the grill
If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of tha month
and my nigga we chills foe real............."
PS... This maybe one of my favorite songs EVER, but anyone actually knows how that blackity-black talk actually makes sense? Im looking for Dr. Seuss type of flow...
Anyways its the 1st of tha month, Ill leave it with Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony in the background, as I scratch my head and wonder how many times I suprise myself, in that its already bloody September, --
"Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month
To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me. Why?
Cuz it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin',chokin',rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum
From jumpin' all nights we high
Hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some llello
Double up nigga what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.Ded
Fiend for the green leaves
Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low
Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow
If you can't get away better toss that llello
Keep your bankroll
Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine crime after crime
Fin to creep to the pad cuz mom's got grub on the grill
If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of tha month
and my nigga we chills foe real............."
PS... This maybe one of my favorite songs EVER, but anyone actually knows how that blackity-black talk actually makes sense? Im looking for Dr. Seuss type of flow...
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