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Shagging, Email Scams, Pumping Iron and Infections

In the interests of… well me, I’m going to try and emulate certain characteristics of some blogs more successful than mine. I wish I could start blogging in a British tone too. I think like a Brit (obviously DUHHHH) but when I blog it doesn’t come out as typically British which f**king bothers me.

I know it sounds like such a cliche but someone I know is ALWAYS in a much better mood the morning after they just got shagged. Going by today, I should start paying certain parties to shag the person in question. My life would definitely improve!

I got another of those email scams today… the usual sort where the fucknut says he/she is related to a late blah blah and there’s millions waiting to be claimed. Usually I just delete them but for some reason I emailed the person back and told them:

Fuck off and drop dead.

Your scam is well known We know you are trying to steal money from
unsuspecting people.

GET A F**KING JOB!

On a slightly different note, I found a wordpress plugin that posts to a notifying blog in my myspace profile that a new entry has been submitted. Pretty sweet plugin.

I’m going to the gym four times a week now. It’s going great – the eating is always the hard part. I mostly go in my lunch hour and have started mass buying cans of tuna, along with mayonnaise and bread so I can chow down when I get back to the office. I’m starting to see results VERY VERY slowly… I’m up to 174.5lbs although mostly I still look like a f**king rake. I reckon my pecs are developing a little more than everything else coz I’m concentrating on them. I’m eating meal replacements for afternoon and morning snack and trying desperately hard to keep up on all my meals. The amount of weight I can chest press at the gym has gone up by about 15lbs in the last three weeks, although it’s still about 25lbs lighter than before I got my matrix. I’m usually doing the chest press 4 sets of 12… then the tricep pushdowns 4 sets of 12… then the cable row 4 sets of 12, then preacher curls at 4 sets of 12. I feel good now that I’m going regularly again. Pretty soon I’ll be back up to the weights I was at before.

Alex has got a urinary infection which we’ve got medication for. She was at fourty-one degrees the other night which freaked me out as she was so hot, I had beads of sweat running down my forehead when holding her. Took her to the hospital twice in one day. They tried to put in a catheter 6 times and couldn’t so they stopped. She’s on the mend now… just more irritable and needing constant attention coz she gets pissed off when she’s not with anyone.

Miscellaneous

Went to Eagle Lake pow wow on Saturday. Got there around 1930hrs. Each time I go there I realise why people love it so much. You don’t need to be native to appreciate awesome dancing. I don’t know how it is for others… but when the drumming is awesome, and dancers to match I literally forget everything around me and zone in on the dancing. For those who don’t know… the drum beat is representing the heartbeat of ‘Mother Earth’. If you get a good drum group like Northern Wind, Whitefish Bay Singers or Bear Creek, the beat becomes insidious. Sitting there watching the dancers moving in time to the drum you start focusing on that… before you know you’re moving in time to the drum and quite simply lose sight of the hundreds of people around you. It’s still quite weird… even more so considering my race… or what my race is not.

I dearly wish and hope for Nicolas to grass dance and Alex to shawl dance when they are both old and confident enough. I don’t want my children to lose out on one half of their culture because I’m not indigenous. I definitely don’t want them to become living proof that the government’s racist assimilation policies work so well. I don’t want them to become typical ‘assimilated indians’.

I can teach them about making the perfect cup of tea, and tending to a garden, and how to make Bangers & Mash, Spotted Dick and Toad in the Hole… I can even teach them a little cockney rhyming slang and all the stuff about British culture – but I can’t teach them the Anishinaabe language, nor can I teach them traditional arts like hunting or dancing, or drumming. I can teach them beading as I’m the bomb at that… but nothing else.


On another note I wrote an earlier blog about being romantic. I was thinking hard about that after someone commented… and I realised that I don’t think I am a hopeless romantic. Course, a relationship with romance in it is a good thing… but I’m not the type that would spend three nights a week having candlelit dinners, dancing in a breezy gazebo in the moonlight, and renting out penthouse suites in hotels with rose petals sprinkled all over the floor.I meant that I want a relationship where I can feel the person loves me without having to say it to each other… without having to constantly walk arm in arm, or without having to constantly be touchy feely. I’ve been missing out on that since forever. Having never been in a relationship with love in it, I think it’s only natural to hypothesise about what it’s like… know what I mean? So I think I was wrong in the earlier post which SUCKS because I HATE contradicting myself.

Making Assumptions About People

I do not like it when people make assumptions about me based upon a few moments… or a few conversations… or a few meetings… or a few interactions of any kind. All that crap about making a good first impression should be rewritten to say ‘don’t make a bad impression’. I’m not mad or pissed off… it just bothers me slightly when people make assumptions based upon so little.

For instance… I was talking to a buddy of mine on the phone yesterday (the blog previous to this one is about it) and she thought I’m soft. I must confess that I was stumped by that assertion – she did say that I’m too nice, and I’m beginning to think I am.

I think I should take lessons on how to become a badass motherfucker who treats women like dirt.

On another note… a guy in town here who goes to the gym is going to be fighting in Winnipeg in September – full contact cage wars. Asked him if he’ll holler with a location and date closer to the time. Might even ask him if he needs a sparring partner.

Anyways… I think I’m going to start blogging whilst listening to music every single time from now on. It affects my blogging style. So here’s my current playlist:

  • ACDC – You Shook Me All Night Long
  • Type O Negative – Cinnamon Girl (one of my favourites)
  • Creed – Six Feet From The Edge
  • Boy Meets Girl – Waiting For A Star To Fall (one of my favourites)
  • George Leach – Young Enough (one of my favourites)
  • Guns N Roses – Welcome to the Jungle
  • Guns N Roses – You Could Be Mine
  • Guns N Roses – Patience
  • Heart – Alone
  • Lenny Kravitz – Are You Gonna Go My Way
  • Nirvana – Polly
  • Red Hot Chilli Peppers – Californication
  • Type O Negative – Love You To Death
  • Mark Wahlberg – We All Die Young
  • Nirvana – Come As You Are
  • Nirvana – Polly
  • The Calling – Wherever You Will Go (my favourite)
  • Shakira – La Tortura

On that note… I’m slowly teaching myself Spanish. Not colloquial but with correct grammer and pronunciation. That’s probably why it’s taking so long. Spanish is the second most widely spoken language in the world and the second most widely spoken language in America. So it’s probably in my best interests to learn. Yvette’s going to be teaching Spanish to people at the end of the year, so I’m probably going to sign up for that. I can read Spanish better than I can speak it but that’s still not very good.

I would dearly love to speak Ojibway but that would be about as hard as me speaking Hebrew – almost impossible.

Am I Really?

Someone recently said they thought I’m not very confident and rather soft. I thought that was rather funny because the same person also said I’m too nice.

It made me think back to the time before I lived in Wisconsin. I never used to have any real confidence with women, and generally hated talking to them, as I always felt awkward and never knew what to say. It was a former flame that boosted my confidence and made me realise that I am indeed above average looking and even beautiful to some people (not purposely blowing my own horn here). The ironic thing is that person was responsible for almost destroying my confidence after stepping out on me.

Anyways… the other funny thing although not surprising thing was being called soft. Many people think I’m either soft, or just plainly a wimp. I’m not entirely sure why… but it’s probably down to the fact that I’m not a lout, violent or a menace to society. I don’t drink or smoke either. I listen to different music generally to most guys around me, and I have different interests. Some people even think I walk different, although I’m not sure why.

In a nutshell… most guys of my generation around here, and in places where I have friends are all into drinking, partying, hanging out and doing not much else. Which seems pretty sad to me – there’s more to life than that. It’s not even about me having children… I was of this mindset LONG before I had children.

When it comes to fighting… let’s take in a bar for instance… I would much rather back away and walk off. Does that make me a pussy? I’d fight to the death literally to protect those I love… but only in dire circumstances. Does THAT make me soft? A priest told me for five years… it takes a bigger man to walk away. He was right. I don’t think there’s ANY shame in walking away from a fight… or running even. To me, survival and safety is FAR more important than saving face or macho acts of bravado horseshit.

Maybe I’m just destined to be different.

Today Wasn’t That Great

Today definitely wasn’t a good day for me.

Without going into specifics I heard some news today that I did not want to hear. Disappointment is a daily part of life, but when you pin your hopes on something so greatly it really sucks when it goes to shit and it’s out of your control.

Every so often I’ll go through these REALLY BAD states of depression and feeling of hopelessness – today was one of them.

On a slightly good note… I’m connecting online with some of Lena’s family which is good. When I finally make it to Arizona I’ll be able to hang around with peeps who won’t lead me astray… people who know how to have fun are cool. I just don’t wanna be hanging out with any major alcoholics or people who are stoned half of the time.

A Hopeless Romantic

I just realised whilst being totally pathetic and yet again listening to the soundtrack of Love Actually that I actually am a bit of a romantic. It’s just too bad that I’ve never had the opportunity to show it.

I used to dream about having the perfect woman. I used to dream about coming home to someone and being enveloped with love. I used to dream about cheesing over the woman I live with because I love her so much.

I used to dream about having that sort of relationship where the first time you see that person you know there’s something special about them, and you end up staying with them permanently.

I used to dream about dreaming about that one single woman.

I think all this soppy romantic emotion that’s spilling out of me the last three months is a result of being in a relationship where it’s the entire opposite. No love… no romance… no friendship. So why don’t we talk again about music… except it’ll be soppy love songs – in no particular order:

  • Lips of an Angel by Hinder
  • All You Need is Love – Lynden David Hall
  • Way Back Into Love – Hugh Grant & Haley Bennett
  • Drifters – In The Still of the Night
  • Clarence ‘Frogman’ Henry – I Don’t Know Why I Love You
  • Alabama – The Closer You Get
  • Tim McGraw – Just To See You Smile
  • Elton John – Can You Feel The Love Tonight
  • Tony Braxton – Unbreak My Heart (Dance remix)
  • Boyz II Men – End of the Road
  • Boyz II Men – I’ll Make Love To You
  • Jennifer Lopez & Marc Anthony – No Me Ames
  • Mariah Carey – Always Be My Baby
  • Joanie Madden – Women of Ireland
  • Kaoma – Lambada
  • The Temptations – Sugar Pie Honey Bunch
  • BB Mak – Back Here
  • Boy Meets Girl – Waiting For A Star To Fall
  • Celine Dion & Andrea Bocelli – Our Prayer
  • Celine Dion & R. Kelly – I’m Your Angel
  • George Michael – Amazing
  • Emma Bunton – What Took You So Long
  • Kelly Clarkson – Because of You
  • Lighthouse Family – High
  • Lionel Richie – Penny Lover

My Birthday and My Life

Today was my birthday… I’m 28. I know it sounds cheesy but I’m a really young 28. I still listen to Disney songs in my car… I still love playing computer games… and boy oh boy… my greatest passion in life is music. Let’s talk about music.

After having a really shitty day of arguing, fighting and shouting with the mother of my children I can sit down and listen to music and it can just lift me up. Certain songs have a power over me that can just change my mood instantly. Sam Cooke’s ‘Twisting the Night Away’ is one… I recently was given a song called ‘Greatest Wonder’… now that’s a song with the ability to lift the gloom so to speak. ‘Living Proof’ by Kelis… ‘Together Again’ by Janet Jackson… are all tunes to listen to if you need a bit of happiness.

‘Where You Are’ by Rahsaan Paterson used to be a feel good song for me… but now makes me sad every time I hear it because it was played at mom’s funeral. ‘Hero’ by Mariah Carey reminds me of my hero… my sister. ‘It’s a Kind of Magic’ by Queen reminds me of my mom and the good times.

When I get to talking about music, I always wonder if I’m sounding like a bit of a weirdo because I love it so much. I always wonder if people have quite the same feeling about music that I do.

Anyways… today was my birthday and it was really really crappy. The last five have been crappy. I just wanted to be able to chill out and take things easily but I got bitched out in a HUGE way because I offered to drive my boss to get his boat fixed. He took me out for dinner after that and I got bitched out for that.

Music is the key to this rather idiotic state of glum I’m in.

Love Actually

What can I say about Love Actually?

After the whole Divine Brown thing I thought Hugh Grant was a bit of a sleaze… combined with the fact that I’d never watched any of his movies, I didn’t much like him.  His fleeting part in Love Actually changed my opinion about him completely.  He plays the British Prime Minister excellently and needless to say my favourite part is where he tells the POTUS where to stick it basically.  How I long for that to actually happen one day.  Anyways… I’m a die hard Hugh Grant fan now.  I don’t think there’s a movie of his that I don’t like.

The movie (Love Actually) is about a whole bunch of people and their situations surrounding love in various ways.  It turns out that all characters are connected in some way or another. A few of my favourite scenes is where Jamie asks Aurelia to marry him.  I can’t help feeling a bit emotional on that scene… credit that to the great directing.  Another awesome scene is right at the end where Sam is playing the drums whilst Joanna is singing, who points at him and then starts to point at other people – Sam’s face just screws up and he looks mad as hell.  Peter and Juliette’s wedding is a killer – I love that scene.

It literally is the best movie I’ve ever seen.  Lorraine bought it for me about three Christmas’s ago.  It’s one of those movies that you never tire of.  Of course, I do get sad when I watch it too because it reminds me so much of England and makes me yearn to be back in London.

Billy Mack… what can one say about that character? SUPERSTARRRRRRRRR.  Go get the damn movie!

Terrorist Attack on the Whitehouse

I’d finished all my work today relatively early and so I was scanning BBC News and saw something about Pakistan building another nuclear reactor. It’s their prerogative I suppose, and as long as they keep it under wraps and keep any terrorist elements out of the works, so they can’t be used against the west to try and assassinate Tony Blair or kill the American President or anything along those lines, then I don’t give a toss.

Anyways… so I tried to lookup the location of the reactor and couldn’t get anything… and as I had to look up Longbow Lake Campground on Google Maps, I got to wondering… what about a Google Map of the Whitehouse. So I did and there’s a rather good satellite image of the Whitehouse.  You have to give the Yanks their dues… Washington definitely is an awesomely designed city.  Anyone with half a brain knows it was designed to impress visiting foreign heads of state… I can imagine it does.  Rather looks like the very first version of Sim City on the Super Nintendo hahahaha.

Anyway…  the Whitehouse looks way different from the air than I thought it would.  Mebbe that’s coz I never visited it.  Looks like there’s more trees than in real life… I bet each one of the leaves is not really organic material, but some highly sensitive nuclear powered weapon designed to detach from the trees and immediately annihilate any trespasser.  I think I can even see the muzzle of a Secret Service agent’s gun poking out of the leaves hahahahaha j/k.

So to anyone plotting a terrorist attack on the Whitehouse beware.  The killer leaves will shred you to bits… and by any chance you get past the 300,000 incendiary exploding leaves… you’ll then have to make it past the five-hundred-million blades of special grass sharp as razors, and past the 300 secret service agents hiding in the trees ready to pounce on your head.  Just give it up and go have some Tim Hortons.

On a slightly related note… you gotta read the book ‘Executive Orders’ by Tom Clancy.  It’s got a really good plot in it about a Secret Service Agent traitor who’s really a sleeper Iranian-born assassin.  Of course it makes you wonder… it must REALLY SUCK to be the American President… always having to watch your back and have thousands of others watch your back.

My First Apartment and My Mother’s House

Below is a picture of my first ever apartment in Percy Road, Shepherd’s Bush.  The first area highlighted in red is the apartment building, and the inner area highlighted is where my apartment was on the first floor, which I shared with my buddy Asad Warsame.

My First Apartment

Below is my mother’s last house in Becklow Road, Shepherd’s Bush where she lived before she passed away.  It was just around the corner from my apartment.  I truly miss having my mother and sister only five minutes walk away when we spent so much of our lives hundreds of miles apart.  I often wish I could go back to that period of my life.

Mom's House in Becklow Road