A Disturbing Feeling…

…I spent my day on a dump of an island – Vancouver Island – in Victoria and that shitbox of a Crown corporation – BC Ferries (Fuck You!) While we’re on that topic – here’s another Fuck You! to BC Ferries and you stupid douchebags who work there. I hope you all die or at least go on your pansy strikes. And if you do, I hope you end up realizing that you’re barely able to feed your 2 starving children, you bunch of inbred hicks! If you can’t tell already, I had a bad experience with a big fat ugly red neck bitch at the ferry terminal today but that’s a story for another time.

Anyways, I started to realize that I hated the Island. Things suck there. Nothing is exciting and you see the same ol’ shit over and over. Trees, bodies of water, ghetto people…whatever man. Same crap, just a different pile. Sure, it’s refreshing to see this but when you live and breath it, it gets to you. And today when I took the ferry home, something disturbing hit me. I never thought it would hit me but it did today and it fucking sucks. I finally understood the feeling of loneliness.

I don’t know what it was but after grabbing my dinner and siting down, I looked around me – married couples, young families, teenagers, siblings sitting together. Everybody, except for me, all alone, yapping and typing away on my Crackberry, shoving food down my throat, preparing reports and statistics for tommorrow, making appointments and shit…Fuck man. And then to top it all off, I remember a friend asking me, “You travel so much, Mike. Don’t you ever get lonely?” And I replied, “No way. I love it! No such thing as loneliness. Not me.” But boy, I was wrong. All it took was a reflection of that instance in my life and then *BAM!* – the feeling hit me for a quick second or two and that was it. I felt so shitty to the point where I’m actually bitter again and drained from my work. God damn it. It sucks. I was hoping the ferry would explode, crash, sink, whatever you can think of in a negative manner so it would take me with it. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. Bloody Christ, for crying out loud.

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Refreshing, Isn’t It?

Over the past few weeks, I was priviliged to do some travelling for work. More specifically, to Vancouver Island. I haven’t been there in a while and it was nice to be back again. The lineup at the ferry terminal, the ferry ride, the food onboard, loud annoying children to getting on to the Island. The overall experience was refreshing especially being able to smell the fresh West Coast air. So clean and crisp. Can’t get that quality of air anywhere else, especially in that dump of a city, Toronto.

I checked in at the Chateau Victoria in the heart of Downtown Victoria. Nice hotel and suite the company got me. Not to mention, waterfront hotel, baby! I had a good time overnight at the hotel. Nobody pissed me off and I had a nice view and lots of personal space to myself. On top of that, the bar/lounge upstairs wasn’t too bad. I had a nice Caeser with some tasty tapas which were very good for the price I paid. Breakfast in the morning, however, was a different story. My waitress had the worst of manners and couldn’t even say thanks or bye to me while looking at me in the eyes. Rip off. She should get a job in a bunker counting the weapons of mass desctruction. Stupid bitch.

Regardless of my negative experience with the waitress, I made my way up the Trans-Canada Highway up to Nanaimo where I had a site to audit and commission. That one site pissed me off because I wasted so much time trying to get the fucking thing to work accordingly however, realized only later on, the thing was fUx0r3d. Argh! But whatever, I made my way back into Nanaimo to visit Desire at her new tattoo parlour. I made an appointment with her for the 17th of August for a new hot chick on my right arm. I can’t wait. She’s going to be a real cutie. :)

Good Friends = Good Times
I recently had the honour of organizing and inviting my friends to a small dinner get-together at the Italian Tomato restaurant in Richmond. Not everybody I had invited showed up, however, they had valid reasons which is fine. I have no real problem with that so it’s cool in my books. Anyways, we had to wait slightly for about 15 minutes. Not a big deal. AJ was the first to be there but I felt bad because I was late myself for 7:30. I didn’t want to make him wait so that wasn’t good on my part, but regardless, we all arrived in time for dinner with a short wait.

This time, new to the group, was AJ and Bien. AJ, whom I’ve known forever, decided to come out to one of our functions and Bien, whom I don’t really know very well, managed to come out. I invited her out only because I knew she had been coming out with us on a regular basis so may as well bring somebody new into the group. Anyways, we had all ordered our drinks, appies and entrees. The food took a little while to come out but I learned that they make everything from scratch including the sauce and noodles. The food came out two by two and we all dug in. Boy, the food was good! Fresh pasta and sauce really hit the spot and their soup was kick-ass. The portions were enourmous but good, unlike Antons, ugh! POS pasta FTL! Nonetheless, the night ended well and everybody had a good time and were satisfied. Really, when you have good friends, you have good times – hands down.

And Jourdan, I’m not mad at you and I’m pretty sure I never was. I’m not sure what made you think I was mad at you. And no, it wasn’t because you sent the postcards to the wrong address. I’ve just been really busy with work lately. Send me an e-mail. We should get together with Can soon. I saw him just recently.

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A Whole New World…

…so yesterday, I met up with a random girl whom I have never met. For the longest time, I’ve always wanted to do something like this but never came up with the courage to do so. I walked through the doors. It was a dark room but bright enough for me to see her pretty face and smile. She warmly welcomed and greeted me making myself comfortable. We chat for a bit and soon enough, we got down to business. She introduced me to a whole new world and brought before me, a wonderful experience I could never forget. I really enjoyed this experience. It was so wonderful. Now I know why people crave it so much. I want to do it again. And more regularly.

Reflecting Back
I spent a bulk of my time over the weekend visiting places I enjoyed. Kerrisdale, Kitsilano, Downtown, Commercial Drive just to name a few. And having a coffee in the late afternoon, flipping through endless pages of the Georgia Straight hit me strongly. I noticed the Hong Kong Film Festival being in town and thought about catching a few times. I called up a former co-worker of mine to make some plans and have agreed to do so. I went to all these places and couldn’t get a particular subject out of my mind.  And the next day, I did the deed of donating some of my blood to the Canadian Blood Services Clinic. There, I met up with some friends of mine and as a group, we donated I believe 10 litres, which isn’t bad. When it came to my turn to donate, the nurse who was prepping the necessary hardware noticed the tattoo on my left arm. She was young and curious so she asked me why I got it. I told her the obvious such as the artist who drew it, Tony Blair wearing it on Paul Smith’s shirt, and to my career in telecomm. I stopped there but she was being insistant in knowing more. She saw right through me knowing that there was more behind it. I didn’t want to tell her the main reason behind it only because there were too many people around me and I didn’t want them to know why I got it. But then, the time was right. Nobody was around and she still kept on insisting on knowing. I finally caved in and told her that it was for one beautiful girl I know whom I really like and still do today. Such a wonderful girl enough for me to never forget who she is and of course, her beautiful smile, eyes, and her shiny hair. The level of elegance and beauty she protrays. And even still today, the feelings are there for that one special girl whom I will never forget. Most importantly, I wished that I could share these feelings and experiences with her even today.

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