Catherine Tate - Translator

Wanted to jot something down just to make sure i got a post in this month. Its kinda sad when Ive been so inactive that my only current accomplishment or actually "great acheivement" is making sure I perpetuate my current streak of posting at least once a month... no way i would want that slip... but kinda lackluster.

Needed to get something in though cuz Im off to India again tomorrow (yes trip #3), and this is probably my last day of internet access before then end of the month. So yeah, 3rd trip to India in 7 months. My first trip ever that I have completely detested and the only trip ive looked at as having totally no redeeming qualities in the slightest. I prehate this trip infinity. Infinity plus 1. Infinity to the power of Infinity. Id rather let a Blue Whale have mad sex with my ear. So, dont talk to me about it... just a combination of bad customers band location bad flight details bad social timing and bad work schedule . Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad...

Just got back a couple weeks ago from Russia Paris Bucharest.. and I have a lot to talk about it... itll come soon...

Catherine Tate is funny though... enjoy

Maria Sharapova

Quick update... Im off to Russia tomorrow for work, will be there for a week, in a small town called Solikamsk, which is located in like the Saskatchewan of Russia... even still Im excited. Also I hear Russians are racist, Mike was just telling me that the only two races russians dislike more than asians are blacks and chechnians... but only really the Chechnians that look like Borat... but hey whatever should still be a slice..

Probably, wont be posting for a while then, for good reason, cuz then immediately after I head off to Paris for a week to meet up with Chin, and then before he heads home, we go to Budapest Hungary for the weekend.

Until then heres at least one pic, which I failed to post, from my trip to the French Open last year... or-rev-why-or...

potpourri

I just got back from Indonesia this weekend, and I failed to mention earlier that on the flight out to Singapore from London, I miraculously won the airline Lottery (sitting beside a really pretty girl), but am upset with myself because I was unbelievably lame, timed everything wrong, and didnt get a chance to talk that much to her. Shit. Before I start this whinging session, Id like to frame the picture by declaring that the chances of sitting beside an OHOPG (on her own pretty girl) on a plane are pretty much next to impossible, (or at least it feels like it... with the number of flights I take). Theres just too many seats on a typical international flight, like 300-350, and often maybe there are only one or two girls per flight that you would consider talk worthy, if youre lucky. Odds are piss poor, practically lose-lose like playing those pick under which walnut shell the ball is under scams, or Marty playing roulette. And therefore the reverse corollary is true; smelly annoying people who talk too much? Dime a dozen, baby. Thats why I really dont talk to my neighbors on planes, and when they talk to me, I keep my answers short and quick. Then ON go the noise cancellation headphones as soon as possible.

So this Singapore flight from London though, this pretty blondie aussie girl snuck in and sat beside me, like out of nowhere. I actually was flustered, I had that look, the "like really? youre shitting me?" look. This was nice, someone actually I would enjoy talking to for the next 13 hours. Talked for a bit in the beginning, but then this is where being filipino really killed me. I started getting really drowsy and sleepy; stupid filipino genes. Like what timing. Next thing you know, I was out like a light. I didnt even make it to the meal. I slept for a good 4 hours, and when I awoke, she was asleep. I watched a couple movies, and feel asleep again, which is when I assume she awoke. And then next thing you know, the 13 hours flight is over, taking turns sleeping. What a waster... it was all set up, an easy layup, but I fell asleep on the bench. Im killing myself now, cuz it could be years until this happens to me again. Now its hello crazy people... sit beside me please. All my fault. Just in case though, from now on, I will come prepared... in one pocket will be the nyquil, in the case its more of the usual. In the other pocket, red bull, because you never know. By the way did I mention she wore a bra-less tank top? RED BULL.

Jakarta

Just about to leave Jakarta, or as I like to call it, the Muslim Manila (MM) [lots of parallels here, people look the same, huge divide between rich and poor, but frequently living right beside each other, all the rich are chinese, big huge malls, funny looking money, corruption abound and again the people look the same, really, with that tshirt and jeans and slippers poor asia look). Want to post something really quick, before I left here so, this is it.

Kinda interesting flying into Indonesia a couple days after the latest plane crash on Garuda Airlines, officially the national airline with the most suspect safety record of all airlines in the world. That airline legitimately scares me, just as much as any airline in India. Thats why I flew here on Singapore Airlines, bar and far the best airline in the history of ever, such a big contrast. 80 movies doods and On demand, fast forward and rewind, whenever you want. It really embarrasses the offerings of Air Canada, who still have those shared movie screens, circa the 80s or something. I decide not to fly those, not for me friends.

Been here for four days, and leaving tomorrow morning. Got to go shopping a little, and I was shocked and surprised how expensive it is. Like really, i was fuming mad, because most of the sweat shop factories are like only 20 miles away, with shoes and clothes being made for centavos. But for some reason, in the malls anyways, all the stuff was the same price as Europe. Its insulting. Really quite upsetting... I know I could find some cheap stuff if I wandered into the more local establishments.. but really I dont feel like being mugged on this trip, either.

Thats it.. busy now listening to the muslim prayer outside on loud speaker ... ahhhh lallalalala alla alla alla... magadishu...

I hate myself.

You know whats the worst thing ever? Admiting when you are wrong. Im so unbelievably lucky though that I have one of those constitutions where Im rarely wrong... and thats because Ive only slightly miscalculated, which is understandable given that math doesnt work out 100% of the time when youre not paying attention to the problem at hand. Thats the way math is, and usually there is always an out. Like I miscalculated 4 years ago when I thought Britney Spears would always be sane and have hair; I neglected to take into account she is from a hick trailer park in Mississippi.

Now being wrong about John Mayer is what is really bugging me. You see I think John Mayer sucks, . Not that there is anything fundamentally wrong with him, its just that there is just something about these sensitive guitar playing dudes that really bug me, becuase all of them initially do NOT do it for the money necessarily, but ACTUALLY just to sing to chicks while looking deeply and passionately into their eyes, lulling them with lovely dovely lyrics into a completely unguarded and open state of lust, strumming their melodic guitar chords and feinting compassion and doing it only long enough so that they could ultimately get laid later. And that bugs me. Because it works everytime. I hate those guys. Your body is a wonderland? You slimmy smug muthafucker. Ask any girl out there what they think of John Mayer and 90 percent of them would fawn and blush with undo excitement and discuss how adorable he is. BARF. Even Linda was crazy about the guy... to my complete dismay. A completely annoying feeling.

I ripped his Continuum CD though into iTunes becuase it was in the CD library of the Whistler Hotel I stayed at in January (Beyonce was there too, so I took that also). Free is free, like. I never listened to it though; I only ripped it cuz it was available for free. Like, Id rip Ron Artests rap album if it was available for free...

But yesterday this happened. I was listening to my library, set to shuffle , and I ended up getting into a song I really never heard of. I looked it up on the screen. SON OF A WHORE. John frakin Mayer song from his Continuum Album. Gawd damn your John Mayer sneakiness and trickery! Like Adam, I actually shook my fist in the air...

I got sad. Depressed. And to drown myself in the mood, I drank Brandy and I listened to Cat Power the rest of the day...

iPod song of the month

Apple has done it again. With yet another catchy iPod commercial, they outed my favorite band for the last few months. The Fratellis. I dont mind somewhat, because Apple, along with Vivid Entertainment, top my favorite companies list, but Im afraid now that they will get over exposed, something that will be a complete balls up. Songs get absolutely killed when they are overplayed, ie the Vancouver Radio scene. Whcih can be a dear shame because the Fratellis are awesome; a punk influenced Scottish band, with just enough of a twist so its a little different and fresh, their music and songs comes off that they are just in it for the fun and having laugh (r u having a laugh?) Flathead & Chelsea Dagger are the recognizable singles.

Good thing is The Fratellis arent even released in North America yet and wont be until well into March. Calm that tide for the meantime.

Anyways yet another pop culture reference for the time being. Chalk that up under "Brit Rock / Alternative". Aka white music.

And since its Feb 14th, just for today, I also recommend listening to an oldie; "Only You' by Yazoo. Great slow dance /make out tune. Happy Valentines Day.

My Prince Rupert

This is my home town. Most people from PR have already seen this, but I thought Id post it for anyone that still thinks Im from stupid Prince George (hells no). Now youll get to see what Prince Rupert is like, which Zeb will figure out, is almost the same as Powell River.

This youtube video is quite well done actually, he does a good sell job, makes me miss Prince Rupert somewhat, but the narration does have some weaknesses, liker a few refutable facts:

-Trooper's song is not about Prince Rupert, we just pretend it is, just like how we claim AC/DC Thunder Struck, and Snoops Gin n Juice.. (Panas)

- There is no city feel whatsoever, just small town, really. Lets be honest.

-I never once enjoyed the rain or not found it ugly or depressing, thats absolutely delusional, you just got used to it.