Live from Brentwood Mall, Burnaby

Now that Im back for a month, I find it very hard for me to blog from Vancouver. I feel like I need to be in Ireland to do this. The whole point of this thing is to do a pseudo Doogie Howser diary for myself and for my friends back home while Im away (I actually DO pause and look up in thought, before closing with my last line for all my entries btw, like everytime). What happens though when the equation changes and Im not away at present? Cuz really I can just as easily talk to friends now, ring them up or meet up for coffee or watch the Final Four at Lisas pad, who subsequently took over my old neighbourhood of Kits Point? It poses somewhat of a conflict, an incompatibility, a prolonged struggle of ideals, if you will. If I were to be making up rules along the way, I could very well be breaking them.

A few notes on the first week back:

- Nothing is funnier than my brother Manny being 30 minutes late for his own shared-bday party, or even getting beat there by JR who was coming all the way from Victoria. Oh wait there is something funnier; Jeff, whose real bday it actually was, not even making it to midnight, and passing out outside of Chivanas but still resourceful enough to create a little help from the padding and coverage of a few newspapers. :D

- Snowboarding - done. Sushi - done. Bubble Tea - done. Eggs Benny at the Zen - done. Canucks game - sadly done as well. Gotta think up more things to do. Pho. Pin Pin. The Cannery. Fresh Pandesal at Aling Marys.

- I just realized and discovered Jill and Lisa are very loud together. Its like a contest almost... one speaks, the other speaks louder, then the other one thinks 'oh shit no, theres no way she gonna talk louder than me' and takes it up a notch. Ditto on the other side. Next thing you know, you cant even hear planes that fly by, and then eventually my ear drums will collapse, develop into a serious nerve infection, that in turn degenerates into Bells Palsy nerve paralysis on both sides of my face, ultimately looking like I have ODed on Botox. Really who wants that? But Im just saying...

- Out of the blue, with the invite of Kate, Im going to Morcheeba. I love Vancouver... that being said...

- Its confirmed, I hate commercials. HATE them. Theres too much here, why do we put up with them. Im so Euro now.

- Tipping; arghhh. I need to tip 15% min. again? Im so Euro now.

- Run Fatboy Run just came out here. Welcome to 2007. Like I watched the DVD last Autumn. Im so Euro now.

- I got into the car to drive from the right side door 3 times this week. I feel like I needed to check out how the passenger seating is first. Im so Irish now.

- Been driving around quite a bit for the last week (since Im staying in Burnaby, which is WAY the feck far from anything, so driving is a forced mandatory). If its possible, the amount of bad drivers in Vancouver has gone up since I left this place, its head-wrecking. One small example; people drive on the right side of the road; like woh hold on for a minute here. Also people seem to feel signaling for a lane change is just an option now, or an antiquated courtesy no longer required for this day and age. Like we all mind read now. I also liked it, back in the day, when people use to pay attention to the road and the cars around them, that was nice back then. On a related note, the amount of Chinese in population has also gone up since I left this place.... hmm. (Dont kung fu me, you chinese people, Im just saying...)