History of Me 1978-2010

Everyone seems to be writing these, year summary blogs (or letters, like Emily).  I know I haven’t really posted or blogged in ages.. and I may ore may not actually finish this and explain.

So Just this past year seems like not enough.. so I I’ve feeling nostalgic and am going to do something more silly.

My life in summary!

1978- I was born, I’m pretty sure the world stopped for a second because I’m so awesome!

1979-1997 – Lived in Smithers, it’s a boring story.  My grandmother passed away.  We moved into town.  A few years later my Grandpa passed away.  Went to France on a school trip, I always wonder if this was the beginning of the end.  Met my little brother and dad’s side of the family. I graduated from high school, started working at my mom’s company (Newpro), got laid off  and on the same day received a uni acceptance letter.  Applied for loans and off I went.

1997-2001 – Moved to Prince George, BC, went to UNBC.  Partied, studied, and all that good uni stuff.  Made lots of new friends, had ups, had downs.  Ended contact with my dad.  Dated, ended up with Erik which while the relationship was terrible and we should have ended it when I originally.  It was a pivotal factor in the rest of my life.  Tracey moved to Japan on Jet. At the end of school, had a conversation with my friend Mike Yeh where he suggested I love to Taiwan.  I scoffed.  I broke up with Erik, and suddenly realized why the hell not?

2001-2002 – moved home to stay with mom (saving money before the move), made plans to hang out in Thailand for almost 2 months.  Got a passport, all my visas, and finally on a jet plane. Arrived in Bangkok on December 7, 2001.  Exited the plane to be hit by a wall of hot wet air.  Travelled around Thailand with Tracey, we took sleeper trains, busses, boats, planes, stayed in hotels, hostels.  Went diving, got certified with PADI.  I got some weird unexplained sickness, hallucinated my way around a tiny town (because I dipped and Tracey was frantic trying to figure out how to fine me) in the south and Tracy found me chatting with dogs, sorry about that.  Went back to Bangkok, Tracey went back to Japan and I headed to Taipei. Cue next chapter.

2002 – Jan 12, 2002 I arrived in Taipei city in Taiwan.  I always said that I planned to stay for at least 5 years, I wanted to stick it out, make money, learn a language, and a new culture (all part of Mike’s sales pitch).  I did say that if I was still here after 10 years, that I had to move home to see if I was really wanting to stay or if I was just scared to move.  Moved into my first apartment in Taipei it was hideous.

2002-2005 – Travelled to Japan to visit Tracey in March 2002.  Travelled to Thailand a few times.  Tracey came to Taipei to visit.  Went back to Canada, a couple of times to visit the family.  By being snotty, I offended Sammi, made myself less than popular and was blissfully ignorant of what I had done. Got my first passport abroad (was actually my third passport) the guarantor was an interesting challenge. Moved to a much better but more expensive place, when our landlord sold out place my friend Sarah and I got the place I’m in now and furnished it.

2005-2009- Taiwan changed the APRC requirement from 7 years to 5 years, right about my 5-6 year mark, no I didn’t apply. Tracey moved back to Taiwan after her south American back packing trip. Met and fell in love with my ex, who was married and bipolar, that was a ride that went on for a while (on and off for years). Went to Thailand again in 2006.  Moved to Brazil for 5-6 months with Tracey  in the fall of 2006.  We lived in Sao Paulo for a while, travelled around and spent the last month (2?) travelling around, drinking, partying and beaching.  oh I miss it.  Went on a visa run to Argentina, accidentally and illegally went to Paraguay. Moved back to Taipei in The spring of 2007. Went to Hong Kong for the first time with Tracey and Melissa for my birthday, stayed at Mike’s place.  What a crazy weekend! Also went to Disney Land (even though it was micro Disney) for the first time. Went to the USA for the first time ever 🙂 in 2007.  Went to Boracay (a beach holiday destination in the Philippines) with a big group of friends, that was a wild and great time. Went to the states again in 2008, still with on again off again ex.  Made peace with my soon to be sister. Got back in touch with my little brother.

2009-2010 – Went to Thailand for Jody and Kai’s wedding, and I almost missed my flight.  It was the last hurrah for our circle, Tracey moved back to Canada, Melissa stayed in Thailand and then moved back to Canada. Had a big trip to Canada, went to Toronto and Niagra falls for the first time, actually the first time I’ve ever been east of Alberta.  Got over my ex and let all that go, finally.  Ended up having a great bonding moment with Sammi and we adopted each other <3. I went to Hong Kong to Visit Gabby twice.  Raygan moved to Japan, and I went to Japan to visit.  Got my finances under control and it seemed like I might actually be able to get out of debt.

Harumph

Alright, I have some bitching to do.. some shit I want to get off my chest and complain about.  Now before I start, let me begin with a couple of little disclaimers.  One, if you want to give me the little speech about how complaining and whinging is detrimental to my mental health yadda yadda… don’t.  Shut up.  I enjoy a good bitch, so nayyyayayay.  Two, if you’re about to say something along the lines of ‘you complain a lot” …. seriously?  Are you new here?  I’m 33 years old, no shit sherlock, I’m not changing now ;).    Three, no one is forcing you to read this, and if you’re honest you like someone elses woes.. because lets face it.. it’s amusing damn it :P>

ON WITH THE BITCHING

Well one.. my mouse is a cunt, I hate it.. and I want to smash it.  That is all on that right now.

I went to  get my hair cut, because it’s so dry I think it’s going to crumble off my head.  It’s getting hard to wash and comb out bc it’s so damaged and dry on the ends.  I tried to get Regis to take me to a place, because I’m all nervous about it.. but he wouldn’t (which really irritated me, yes I know I could do it myself but I want you to come and help just in case, I never told him no when he wanted help).  Anyway I finally got frustrated and went by myself at 150pm.. and of course.. IT’S FUCKING CLOSED for lunch.  le sigh.  They open at 2, not the end of the world, but irritating and all I could thing is how does anyone make any damn money here?  Nothing is open.. well I worked that out when I got the bill.  The sign says 16 Euros for a cut.. and has the word shampoo above it.  How foolish of me to think anything was included…  I get the bill… I was charge 16 euros for a basic trim, 4.50 for the shampooing, 4.50 for the conditioner (that’s right it’s not included).  And when she offered to blow dry my hair, I was like, no it’s not necissary just toss a little product in it and let it air dry.  Idiot… she charged me 3.50 for mousse… which she didn’t even use much of… SERIOUSLY???  It’s like 5 minutes from my house, I so could and would have washed my hair at home and tossed a little gel in it when I got back… all of that cost me  (these little extras, that to me are normally included or at least clearly itemized by prices BEFORE you do it) 12.50 euros… That’s $16.30 CAD just for shampoo, conditioner and a bit of mousse… in total I spend 28.50 euros… for like 30 mins and a wee trim which would have been fine if the fucking sign didn’t say 16. GR

Driving.. one of the only things Regis and I fight about.  Sometimes, usually when I’m driving bc he’s been drinking, I’m the best driver ever.  Then sometimes he’s all nag nag trying to teach me better ways to drive. Now it’s not that I don’t think he can’t teach me, I am certain he can tell me lots about driving… but it’s the way he goes about it that drives me bananas.  The worst was the whole right of way rules in France.  Now, he didn’t explain this clearly and it caused a few frustrated spats, but in the end I worked it out.

And it’s fucking RETARDED.  So this is what I’ve finally worked out, when you’re driving down a road, and there is an intersection (not a four way stop mind you) any road coming onto your road…. if they are on your right.. they have the right of way, unless they have a big white stop line before the crosswalk.  Which you can’t see until you’re basically parallel to the road.  RIGHT… the right of way is based on the marking on the OTHER road… that you either have to memorize, or just drive like someone’s grandma checking for stop lines.  You don’t have to stop, so I suppose they save on stop signs and paint lines… (shakes head)

This is seriously the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of.. what it means is technically if they want to, people coming out of side roads (as long as they are taking a right) can just shoot out into the road.  Because they have the right of way.  O.O The idea….  get this, is to keep people from on the straight roads from going too fast.  ….. really?  How about stop lines.. and if I have a stop line I stop.. novel idea.  They made this rule so you never know who is coming from where so you have to drive slower or potentially die… really.. this seems like a good idea?  TO WHO???

Speed signs… this is a fucking charmer… sometimes they post the speed limit, sometimes they don’t.  The limit could be 130km/hr on the highway or 110, or 90… sometimes it’s marked sometimes you get to guess.  On the not highways.. the roads are all two way.. even though they are usually one narrow lane wide.  The limit?  Well it is usually 90 (suicide on these roads) but it might be 70, or 50, it might be labeled.. it might not.. GUESS. So it’s probably pretty clear in town right?  Wrong.   Next to town it might might 70, might be 50, in town itself it might be 50 it might be 30.  It’s usually fine, I can usually suss it out because there is a certain logic to the speeds… but still Invest in a fucking sign…

Ok rant done.. 😀 tralala gonna go for a walk 😉

 

Why I’ll never be a Yogi

Well for starters I fucking hate yoga… ok that’s a little strong …. but i honestly don’t like doing it…. And while I do have some very cool yogi friends, I find them to be the exception to the annoying hippy rule.

So why this vauguely cunty post? lol It was just something I was pondering while skittering around on the black ice and feeling the burning in my lungs bc I’m a pussy and a have stupid little lung problems that prevent me from breathing nicely in the cold.   IT causes me all kinds of fun lung pain to run in the cold, not to mention trying to sort clothes to wear (I’d like to point out that it’s only like minus 2, I know wussie)… plus there is the pure thrill of running a road that randomly has patches of invisible ISANELY slippery ice.. good times

Add in the fact that the majority of drivers here react to a runner on the road like city folk react to a black bear on the side of the road, ie stupidly… why in gods name would I venture outside and go for a run?  I spent all this money and this yoga mat…   And there is a wall of windows with sun streaming in… perfect…

Yet .. it seems I’d actually rather torture myself that do the damn yoga.    Don’t get me wrong , like most exercise when you force yourself to ‘get out’ and do it… you feel good, at least when you’re done.  But yeah I just haven’t been able to force myself to pull out the matt, I react to it mentally like a petulant little child… internally pouting, stomping and shouting ‘don’t wanna’….

So much so that I went out today.. skittering about on the ice.. and am sitting on the couch still nursing my ouchy lungs ( like what do you do for THAT??) And all I can think is… gee I hope it warms up soon so I can go running like everyday… and force myself to do yoga… 2-3 times a week.

So yeah…. I’ll never be a yogi….  but it does make me appreciate the love hate love relationship I have with running:  and the hate love hate I have for biking, if only I could get over my hate hate hate relationship with swimming perhaps I could actually do a triathlon one day…

That is all, and now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

You’d think I’d better at this blogging thingie

Part of my problem is I put things off…  First I was a grumpy gus and I didn’t have anything interesting to say.. then it was that I was having too much fun and didn’t really have all that much down time to write about all the fun I was having… Damned if you do and damned if you don’t, When I finally got everything all balanced out… then it was too daunting of a task.  It’s like when your room has gone to the 7th layer of hell, and you have no idea where to begin.  Sigh (I know I’m so hard done by :P)

Anyway, here I am in the Manila airport, which still sucks… but vaguely less given that they now seem to have internet (spotty tho it may be).   So Canada… general impressions.

Well, they managed to piss me off with in 5 minutes of my deplaning.  No duty free store on entry (what…  lame.. especially as I didn’t bring any toiletries bc I was planning on getting them in duty free on the way in)  then, I got to listen to a very nice woman who was friendly enough but shockingly racist and completely unaware of it.  (We all have our little or big bigotries, but  you could at least pretend to acknowledge  them..) , but still none of this is a crisis.. minor annoyances.  Then I discover that they don’t allow non residents to reclaim their sales taxes on departure… neener .. you’re not using any of the infrastructure .. but  fuck you.. you’re paying the taxes for them.  Buncha dicks in the Canadian Government.  Sigh whatever.

It wasn’t all bad… some things about Canada I long for and miss dearly.  I miss my people, my friends and Family, it wasn’t as hard saying goodbye this time.  But I do miss them all.  And if you’ve never been, Canada is beautiful.  I mean really really beautiful.  The air is clean, the people are (at least superficially) friendly and nice (Although there were a shocking number of snobby cunts… yeah I said it.. get over it.)  My brother in law took me on a ride on his motorbike, and it was just gorgeous, I saw Canadian geese… I haven”t seen them in ages.  Swoon Geeses :D.

There is much more to the story, but I’m aiming for generalities.. and we’ll hope for more filling in later.  Mom and I rented a car, and drove all over hell’s half acre… You know how Canada is beautiful?  It really is.. it’s also HUGE.. like stupid retarded mentally incomprehensible huge.  We drove across the south, to Osoyoose (or as I  like to call it .. Soy-sauce) to see Nadine.. yay.  Then we went off through the crow’s nest pass… man I don’t recommend that at night… Dead and living deer all over the damn place.  Mostly killed by semi trucks, but it made for tense driving, constantly on the lookout for the damn deer.

I’ll resist mocking Alberta’s highways.. ok mostly… come on people that isn’t a corner.. and it’s definitely not one that needs that much attention and signs trying to warn me of the turn in the road.. lame. lol.

We got into Calgary at stupid o’clock in the morning, crashed for a few hours and then visited with my cousin.  On the road again to Edmonton (St. Albert actually), we stayed at my Aunt’s house for a week.  It was great seeing my Aunt and Uncle, I was quite close with them all growing up.  My uncle has always been more of a father figure rather than some distant uncle.  So his being sick, re

Why Not?

So what have I been to in the past few months?

Well nothing and a lot.   As I mentioned a few months back I had an epiphany.  About living life a for  the moment, and having a good time.  Some people say I need to focus and get my life on track, and perhaps they are right.  But I have spent a lot time focusing on things that I don’t actually hold to be important to me.

For the past few months I have just been enjoying life, and having a good time.  My recent motto in life has been “why not”, when faced with an opportunity I think well why not?  If I can’t think of a good reason not to, I’ve been shrugging and going with the flow.

And so far it’s panned out pretty well.  😀  Of course the first and most important why not is, because I don’t want to.  Don’t misunderstand this isn’t some kind of ‘yes man’ moment.  I’m not blindly agreeing to anything and everything based on some principal, honestly I’m only doing things that I’m either indifferent to or that I want to do on some level or other.

Oddly it seems to make saying no to things easier, like there are no rules of I can’t  say yes to this or that if I want to.. so when I don’t want to do something it’s a pretty clear feeling.   You know how sometimes you wiffle back and forth and you’re not really sure if it’s that YOU don’t

F-ing TSA

(this started as a reply to a comment and took on a life of it’s own.. ooops) I guess a huge part of my point that I also should have mentioned in the original post is the whole inappropriate touching.  Like a teacher hugging a student back home is GASP horrible, which by the way, I do everyday because human beings need love and affection.

In Canada and the US I would at least be fired, at worst put in jail for child abuse.   Yet as k my boss, or the kids or their parents if they feel anything inappropriate is happening between myself and my students and the answer would be a resounding NO.  The older kids who still hug me regularly, do so because they love me and enjoy having someone they are close enough to that they can hug and express their affection.  The younger ones would hug a mouse if it held still long enough.  (this is a whole other ball of wax of things that blow my mind)  How is a hug, or pat on the shoulder inappropriate, but someone rooting about in your goodies is ok because someone somewhere MIGHT have something.  It boggles me.  We’re so obsessed with keeping everyone safe we want to box them up in mice padded little packages and never let them out… then we’ll all we safe.  Dead and soulless, but dang nab it .. we’ll be safe!

Perhaps if I put it this way you might be able to relate with my perspective more, or perhaps not (shrug).  But when I was younger ie teen (younger being relevant because if someone said it now I’d smack them) someone told me that I was dressed too sexily and I was asking to be raped by walking around like that.  As a young person it really got me thinking, I mean I should be afraid of rape.  And as a woman not wanting to be raped I don’t want to bring it on myself, dressing provocatively means you’re asking for it.  So if it happens then it’s your fault. Now if you agree with this line of logic.. blink blink… but hell more power to you.  But I don’t see many really feeling that is quite right. I think a man or a woman should be able to walk around stark naked with damn bells on their nipples (ok I don’t because I’m a prude) but the point is they aren’t fucking asking to be raped by doing it.

So how does this relate?  Because, living in a constant state of fear, and curbing our normal behaviours to stop some potential (and extremely improbable) threat is ridiculous.  And even worse allowing others to take away our rights and privacy that we as westerners value so much and have fought so hard for.  To just hand it back over to the powers that be because we’re afraid of the boogie man is insane.   

And it just keeps getting worse, now women wearing menstrul pads as ‘hiding’ things in their groin area so even if you submit to the scan you’ll be molested.  And the fear is Tampons will be even worse.  Imagine that excuse me mam, I need to remove this unidentified object to make sure you’re not a terrorist toting a bomb on board in your cooch. http://www.prisonplanet.com/sanitary-towel-prompts-tsa-to-grope-sexual-assault-victim.html

I”m fully aware there are bigger and better things going on in the world right now … but this pisses me off.  And it’s my blog so I’ll bitch about what I want to.

PS.. did you know I’m blocked in China.. what fun! wonder which post I wrote got me in their sights.  (pats self on head)

Who’s the real Terrorist?

interestingly… my sister commented on the ‘don’t touch my junk site’ about how she’d rather be felt up and molested than blown up in the sky by a terrorist.

While I respect her right to her opinion mine differs greatly.

Definition of TERRORISM

: the systematic use of terror especially as a means of coercion

ter·ror

noun \ˈter-ər, ˈte-rər\

1

: a state of intense fear

2

a : one that inspires fear : scourgeb : a frightening aspect <the terrors of invasion>

I’d rather not be abused, mistreated and pretty much sexually assaulted when it doesn’t actually prevent anything.  If it was the only way to be sure you were safe and was totally effective sure, but it’s not.  And as someone who has been subjected to abuse in airports by TSA agents.

I’m enraged (well as much as I really can be being the mellow burger I usually am) at this current ‘attempt’ to keep us safe.  Safe from what?  What the heck are the requirements for being a TSA agent anyway?  Because as far as I can tell it’s the guys who were rejected from the police force most of the time.    Oh good Mall cops with a superiorety complex fantastic.

I’d rather be blown up than be kept safe in a way that completely denies me the right to my own body.   And that’s from someone who has never been raped, imagine how the millions of woman who have been feel.  It’s too god damn far, they have machines that detect the most minute amounts of explosive residue, bomb dogs and metal detectors.  You don’t need to give me cancer or molest me to make sure I’m not up to anything shady.  Why not use those millions of dollars for training the TSA agents properly?  Hopefully this is the straw that will break the camel’s back.

You ARE not safer due to this.  It’s garbage and people are allowing their fear, which is driven by the media and American Government,  desire for someone else to take the responsibility and hold their hand, absolutely too far.

I fly frequently, and molesting people, or taking naked radioactive scans of their bodies doesn’t make me feel safe.  Security personnel that are professional and alert, who take their job seriously and don’t abuse their power make me feel confidant.

My body is nobody’s body but mine.  I don’t give a shit who you are, even the police are not permitted to touch you in this way.   If I could I would join the legal suits.

The water thing was stupid, but this is too far.

Bee in my Bonnet

(this started as a reply to a comment and took on a life of it’s own.. ooops)

I guess a huge part of my point that I also should have mentioned in the original post is the whole inappropriate touching.  Like a teacher hugging a student back home is GASP horrible, which by the way, I do everyday because human beings need love and affection.   In Canada and the US I would at least be fired, at worst put in jail for child abuse.   Yet as k my boss, or the kids or their parents if they feel anything inappropriate is happening between myself and my students and the answer would be a resounding NO.  The older kids who still hug me regularly, do so because they love me and enjoy having someone they are close enough to that they can hug and express their affection.  The younger ones would hug a mouse if it held still long enough.  (this is a whole other ball of wax of things that blow my mind)  How is a hug, or pat on the shoulder inappropriate, but someone rooting about in your goodies is ok because someone somewhere MIGHT have something.  It boggles me.  We’re so obsessed with keeping everyone safe we want to box them up in mice padded little packages and never let them out… then we’ll all we safe.  Dead and soulless, but dang nab it .. we’ll be safe!
But perhaps if I put it this way you might be able to relate with my perspective more, or perhaps not (shrug).  But when I was younger ie teen (younger being relevant because if someone said it now I’d smack them) someone told me that I was dressed to sexily and I was asking to be raped by walking around like that.  As a young person it really got me thinking, I mean I should be afraid of rape.  And as a woman not wanting to be raped I don’t want to bring it on myself, dressing provocatively means you’re asking for it.  So if it happens then it’s your fault.
Now if you agree with this line of logic.. blink blink… but hell more power to you.  But I don’t see many really feeling that is quite right.
I think a man or a woman should be able to walk around stark naked with damn bells on their nipples (ok I don’t because I’m a prude) but the point is they aren’t fucking asking to be raped by doing it.
So how does this relate?  Because, living in a constant state of fear, and curbing our normal behaviours to stop some potential (and extremely improbable) threat is ridiculous.  And even worse allowing others to take away our rights and privacy that we as westerners value so much and have fought so hard for.  To just hand it back over to the powers that be because we’re afraid of the boogie man is insane.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpcMLmQg9_s

Hong Kong the Second

Sigh, as usual life gets in the way of me getting on top of writing.. here is my trip from Hong Kong, Check back  later to see if I’ve added pictures.. or more pictures anyway.

Another weekend in Hong Kong

How’s about a general update plus details about this weekend?  Since all my other writing projects seem to be living in the land of limbo, actually I’ve written a bunch of stuff, but none of it is done yet.

Anyway, this weekend I ended up going back to Hong Kong for some fun and silliness.  My flight got in late Wednesday night, Gabs and I had a bit of a gossip before heading to bed for the night.  We ended up getting up all early to go out on a junk boat for the day, which had a lot of potential to be fantastically fun.  But unfortunately the people on the boat where kinda douchy, some might suggest that they were that way because they were French ;).  Mostly it just wasn’t very social outside of their own comfort level.

I had brought Gabs a Canada flag towel and we brought it on the boat, and several people made obnoxious comments about it.  Luckily Gabby can hold her own and had no problem telling them off because it was Can

Too Lazy

I have three serious posts floating in my haed and somwhat put to wrds.. but I’m not in the mood to work on or finish them right now…

So here.. amuse yourself with this one 😀

A photo montage of my two trips the the states.  The song is Hot and Cold by Kate Perry

Thailand 2010

I always find that after going on a holiday that one or two songs kinda stick out for me as the songs of that trip.  They continually remind me of the fun times or things.  They are usually shitty dancy pop songs.. so suck it up!!

Anyway I thought everyone always wants to see your pictures from a holiday but no one wants to slog through 8000 boring pictures of the exact same thing.  So I tried to pic out my favourites (being my holiday I get to pick) and put it to a song or two.

This silly TikTok dancy song played at the beach bars a few times and it always made we want to dance and bounce about.  Unfortunately I didn’t take many picture on this trip.. Tracey did give me some more after I got back but I didn’t feel like redoing the whole thing, it is a surprisingly large amount of effort to put together.

So here is what I put together, hopefully youtube isn’t a bitch and takes it down… whatever if they do I’ll just host it myself 😀

Hope you like it 🙂

PS, the movie the invention of lying is a really cute movie.

Quick Island Blurb

I don’t really have a load of time right now… and even if I did I wouldn’t wanna spend it roasting in here on the computer in front of the dusty fan :D.

I’m gonna do this point form.. if I forget to flesh it out later… cope.

• forgot to pack until the last min, thus forgetting many obvious things I should have brought such as a bathing suit bottom and running shorts… (had all the tops just no bottoms…)
• Forgot what Traffic was like the week before Chinese New Year, left too late for the airport and for all intensive purposes I should have never made my flight (I rocked in at 7:35, for and 8pm international flight, the gate was long closed)
• Spent the first two days in Thailand saying over and over… I can’t believe I made my flight
• One day in Bangkok will Mel and Tracey, did some shopping… found some new comfy pants for work 😀
• Worst train ever down south… followed by evil bus, harrowing taxi ride to the Ferry which we caught with exactly 2 mins to spare (trend?)
• Boat, taxi, hotel. Spent two days on Chwang beach… went dancing and drinking saw some fake ladies dance.
• Pitched a bit of a fit because someone not me obviously, was off getting chatty and missed the taxi back and they had the damn key to the hotel.
• Taxi to Lipanoi beach, goodness me yawn.  Chilled for two days then the wedding, very pretty but quite short.  Then buffet dinner (yum), loads of drinking and debauchery to follow.
• Decided my favourite lee was the youngest one 😀 almost died laughing when the parents stole everyone’s clothing and everyone had to slink up the beach naked and ask for some towels.  (ha ha I had my swim suit!)
• Highlights of the evening… Jem walking up in a thong, and cooly ordering a sex on the beach, Chris naked as a jaybird saying what was I meant to do? Your mum stole my (under)pants!  And then the parents, knocked his naked ass over and rolled him (naked still) through the sand like a sugar doughnut, everyone naked in the pool ordering drinks and dancing about in the water.
• Trek back to hotel with Meagan, sleep for about 1 1/2 hours to wake up to Meagan snuggling up.. um hello.  Drag asses out of bed and off to the ferry to Phangnang.   Almost piss myself at yet another Epic Meagan tale.
• Find a spot to stay for the night, rent a bike and go exploring… end up on horrid dirt road and then (not driving) the bike fell on me… foot crushed underneath me screaming man down man down.
• Found a cheap place on Had Rin, moving there today.
• Took bike back…. and he told us need to pay 7500 bhat for the little scratches from the bike falling on my foot.  You’ve got to be kidding.  He felt he had something by having my passport I told him I didnt’ give a shit I’d get a new one.  We settled on 2000 bhat which was FAR too much but was better than all the other possible hassle.
• Got nummy nums from a bakery.. got on computer wrote this garbage… and now off to another beach.. ta for now

I actually do ‘plan’ to fill in the gaps and the funny stories and follies…. but we’ll see what actually happens

Where’s the Party? Bolivia, Apparently!

I can’t remember where I came across this article, someone must have posted it somewhere and I thought it was interesting.

It turns out there is a bar in Bolivia, that moves around of course, where you sit down hang out have a drink and do a line or ten.  I’m sure some are up in arms about it, but I think it’s a grand idea.  Not because I’m all about doing blow till my gills turn green, whether I would go there or not isn’t the point.  The point is if you’re going to do drugs it would be better to be getting it from an organized and reliable source.  And doing them in a

Canada’s Wonderland

I feel like I should write this big ass post about Canada’s Wonderland… but honestly why?  I had a great time there with my friends, I really wish I could have gone again this past trip.  It’s a fun place.  What else is there?

Well there is this video  WOOO Tee hee… they told me no Camera… rebel 😀 Seriously though watch the video!!  Most excellent good times, plus you can laugh at Gabs and I screaming the whole time… Gabs has quite the set of lungs on her!

And there are a bunch of pictures from the day on FaceBook [here]

If you’re ever in TO and you like amusement parks (if you don’t what are you doing hanging out with me????) Go!!! It’s totally worth it.

But make sure to buy your tickets ahead of time, I think the place was called Mac’s Milk (some convenience store) or online… there are ways to get discounts (instructions here) so you pay 30 something instead of 50 :D.. but really if you live in the area a season’s pass is totally worth it..

Tourist in the GTA

So I’ve been in Toronto for a few days now, and so far it’s been pretty cool.  The train ride up from London was a riot, Timmy and I were being Captains of silly the whole time.  We arrived in TO where Ken picked us up and took us to his place, where a bunch more people from Taiwan (James, Ariel, Oz and JR) were and we had an evening of sitting about chatting and drinking.  I was very fun, but very weird at the same time.

We went to Carabana, this Caribbean festival with a shiny parade, full of good times! Actually we just jumped the fence and joined the parade.. hoooray but I think I hurt my footsies :(.

I got a little shopping done (ok just MEC) met up with Emma, and went to a BBQ, we tried to go out to party on Sat night but it ended up being a bit of a bust, ah well.  Lunch with Emma was really nice, I really quite miss her, she is a really lovely person with great energy (even when she’s grumpy bumpy).

After lunch I walked all over just checking things out and wandered my way down to the CN tower, I took my time and ended up there are a reasonable hour to catch sunset.  In my usual fashion I made friends with people in line, in the elevator, at the snack machine… tee hee you know me!  I hung out at the tower and got some decent pictures, then a friend picked me up at the tower (side note.. I felt so damn bad, he showed up and i got stuck in a line to get down so he ended up waiting like 20 mins for me at the base of the tower!!! ).  We went for a late dinner and drinks, which was really fun, but I was tired and my feet were killing me so he took me on a little driving tour and then home.

Tuesday I did almost nothing, just resting and chilling out from the day before (god I’m such a pansy!).  Erik called and as I mentioned we went for dinner and drinks, and he drove me to the falls Wed morning.  I got to Niagra around 10:30 11 and just wandered around for a bit, eventually I went

Island Ho

Sorry I wrote this on the plane and couldn’t get online to verify where I had left off so there is a a little overlap here and there.

I dove down to Seattle and picked Casey up.  The drive back was way better than the way down, having company in the car makes the drive significantly more pleasant.  We Got to the border crossing and I was a little worried about it, just because Casey is American and they can be a little weird at border crossings about things.  But driving across is a lot more mellow than flying, the guy just asked a few questions and off we went.  Although, it was kinda funny that I had no cell reception on my mom’s cell until I reached the border, and then the phone was ringing off the damn hook.  Dude looked a little cranky about it and told me no phones, I was like sorry we’re late and I had no cell reception so my sister is trying to get a hold of me.

We drove into town, stopped by the liquor store and supermarket to grab some stuff for the BBQ and as soon as we got to the house we were practically attacked by a very excited Dee and Becky.  They were super stoked to finally get to meet Casey, it was cool to finally get to introduce him to some of my people.  I always forget how

Lemmi Ride Your Couch ;)

A little note at the beginning of all this…  From Thursday to Sat I had a total of  6-7 hours of sleep, I faired a little better on sun mon but I think I drank every day but Friday so even when I did sleep it wasn’t a good sleep.

Between Thursday and Monday, slept on 3 different couches, visited 6+ cities, 2 countries and drove for more that 16 hours, took two ferries and met up with 6 different close friends.  Packed .. I’m telling you action packed… now I’m run down sickish and hiding at my sister’s place.

I was supposed to have dinner with Jordy on Wed but we postponed so I could go to roosters.  I tried to get downtown in time to meet up with Amanda on Kits beach but I was too slow and missed her so I went to MEC instead and then met up with Jordy for dinner and drinks.  I had a super great time catching up with Jordy (did you know he is getting married??)  and then I decided to crash on his couch because I just didn’t want to drive all the way into Vancouver for dinner then back to Maple Ridge only to spin back to Vancouver in the morning.. just stupid and a waste of time and gas.

Ended up staying up silly late chatting with Jordy and sipping wine and beer, the next day I got up made myself purty and met up with Troy!  Horray.   (oh in between there I was hella upset because I was trying to arrange meeting up with Casey and he was being FULL of suck and unhelpful.. but it was all ok in the end.. my sisters rescued the situation by essentially giving me her car for the whole weekend!).

Troy and I went for a little drive downtown and a coffee, we also stopped into little sister’s book store to check out possible books for my new job as a dominatrix (really I just want

Smithers, Not so Bad Actually

<— 1989 (I remember this)

So I thought I’d hammer out a quick post before bed.  (quick pre note.. all the links in here are different, even though they might be on some of the same words)

I’ve been up in Smithers (the town I grew up in) for a few days now, and to be honest I was kinda dreading it.  I was coming to see my mom because I haven’t seen her in2-3 years.  I kinda hold a grudge against my home town (Smithers BC) and everyone from it because there was just so much suck here for me.  And even though it’s been years and years… meh.

Well I guess enough time has passed.  I have to admit (and my opinion might be slightly tainted by the really nice weather we’ve been having) that Smithers is a very beautiful place.  I really must remember to take my camera out and take some photos… hmm Tomorrow.  And a lot of the folks here are really nice.  But honestly it’s mostly my mom’s generation and friends that I like.  My mom cooked up a feast, and I only had one friend (Emily, thanks for coming was great seeing you!) and the rest were some friends of my mom’s.   Which is cool in itself. I really like Janice, and Darren and Tanya are really awesome to my mom, it’s great to know she has such nice friends.

I also went to Mountain Eagle books and Saw my ‘other sister Erica’ s Mom Janet,and while running I stopped by my Aunty Sandy’s new place for a quick chat.  And even funnier, I ran into my grade 5 teacher who recognized me through the

How much Glue do you sniff?

Ok I don’t nor have I ever sniffed glue, contrary to possible popular belief :P.

I edited and uploaded the last Melissa and Magda show from Taiwan..

And keep your eye out for new shows coming soon such as Magda and Becky perv out at the beach and Magda and Melissa the Candian Edition!  Woo woo 🙂 Ok back to cleaning… I didn’t realize but a fuss bot I’ve turned into.. sigh it’s pretty ironic actually (if you knew me when I was a teenager :P)

Oh yeah I was planning on  running but I was too tired so I took a nap.  I was up all late packing and then I had to get up at 430 to go to the airport to catch my flight to Smithers (side bar my mom has one of those ergonomic split keyboards.. and I HATE IT.. lol).  So I’m here in my home town and managed to sweet f all my first day.. well I did drive around a little bit and check a couple of things out.. man does the town look different now!  But more on that later.. must go get mumsy from work!

Dear Canada, Bite Me!

Dear Canada,

I know you have been saddened by my absence and that many things have changed while I have been away.  And while I’m sure there are many lovely things I have not had a chance to note or appreciate yet, I have a few complaints.

You realize the size of the cars your residents drive is retarded, right?  Especially as 90% of the time people are pootling about alone or with one person.  Why, then have you not made some nice cheap little 2 seaters that are fuel efficient?  I’m not even going to pretend this has anything to do with the environment (although I suppose it should), it’s just ridiculous!  Everything is so far away you usual must have some form of transport and it’s killa cold in the winter, I can think of 20 solutions off the top of my head.. come come now.  This isn’t the end of the world but it’s more than a little silly.

Let’s discuss the circle of fun that you put me through, shall we?  Let’s see my wallet was stolen/lost about 1 1/2 years ago in Taiwan, now obviously replacing my Canadian Cards wasn’t happening until I made it here.  Now stupid me, did I realize that I should bring my birth certificate  home with me? No, my fault I’m aware, but when the hell did the nation fall into a state of FREAKING panic.  Everyone was like.. but how do I know you are you?  Do you see this Passport????? Issued by our government???? Accepted BY EVERY OTHER COUNTRY IN THE WORLD AS DEFINITIVE ID??? DO YOU SEE IT!!!! As I smack you in the god damnity damn head with it?

Costco: can you replace my member card?  Do you have your Drivers license?  Die.

So, clearly all problems are solved with this magical drivers licence, yes?

I went to replace my card, and I have to pay a fee, ok, and oh wait.. can you prove who you are? What do you mean my passport isn’t primary ID???? REALLY?  Ok so my ONLY choice in this awesome situation is to

Canada D’eh, Canada Day and Everything Between

Photo’s may have to wait but here is me trying to catch up.

See the thing is after the beach party I had to pack and then I had to battle (again) and then go to the airport then plane then in Canada but tired/lazy. Sigh so here I am with many things to catch up on.

The Canada D’eh Beach party was pretty good, it felt like less people this year but really it’s hard to say because it was a pretty large area plus there was a typhoon threatening the north shore so no one knew what the weather would be like.   This year it was in Dan Shui, which was nice because it was only 10-15 minutes from the MRT, downside they had MAD security with drug dogs and stuff.  Not that it hugely mattered to me but they did pilfer my smirnoff ice 😦  (s’ok I went back out to the parking lot later and chugged them… 😀 ).  Ah did I mention I was all kinds of sick and decided to go for dope up on cold meds and drink :P.  Mostly just hung out on the beach, munched on free/cheap promotional foods (thanks McCain’s and That Mexican place), and  drank.  Post all that there was some dancing and a little Colby O’Donis concert.  He was decent but the show was VERY short, and then I decided to head home (you know how it is when sicky and tired).

I worked all day Monday and was kinda running around trying to get some last minute stuff done.   I had tried to be slick with some money stuff with this cheque thing and in the end I decided it wasn’t worth the couple hundred NT I was going to save so I just wired my money home the normal way.  Plus I had to pack some stuff away so my friend Toby could live in my room for the summer.  That worked out quite well, I needed someone to help me cover my rent for the summer and he wanted to try out living somewhere other than where he is.  And if you’re going to test the waters, my room is a pretty awesome place to do it in (My house rocks, I’ll admit it I miss it a little, I miss my computer A LOT).

Gah and like running around trying to get everything done last minute wasn’t enough???  There was one of those big F-ing spiders in my room!!! WHY.. what did I do wrong? 

Canada Ho’

As most people already know I’m going to Canada this summer.  There was a lot of drama and stress involved but I did manage to get it all sorted, tickets bought (mostly.. still waiting on mummsy for the flight to see her) etc.  I was having a really hard time visualizing my options… which actually is really odd, it was probably due to all the stress.

In the end I decided to make a pretty little chart (or several) in order to make things clear… yes I am a dork.. and I don’t care all the pretty colours make me ohhhh so

Chicago, Buses, Trains and Planes

So I was pleased to discover that my flight actually left Tokyo not too long after it arrived so I was only wandering like a looser for an hour and then it was time to board. The flight was fine.. it was a flight .. long boring same ole same ole.

When I got into Chicago I made a couple of calls to my friends here to let them know I arrived. Went scouting for the train so I could go to Carla’s, and took out my US sym card (that I had kept in my wallet for over a damn year). Immigration was a breeze, got my luggage right away no problems. So far everything was just awesome.. but of course it was not meant to be flowers and bunnies. 😛

On my way to the transit train to get the real train, I somehow managed to break the wheel on my suitcase (it got caught in the space between the train and the platform), I some how lost that sim card I’ve been carrying for a year. It probably didn’t work anymore anyway.. and that is what I’ll continue to tell myself to console myself… sulk. Then I get the the train, and I need exact change .. so I’ll have to drag my bag back