Its been a while. I've been back from Canada for quite a little bit now, but I've been pretty busy and slightly depressed since then. So its not exactly been conducive to blogging.
Anywaaaayz... Canada was quite amazing. Very high concentrations of Korean and Chinese immigrants in Toronto. Its always interesting being thrust into an environment where you become the minority. Kinda puts being white into perspective. All racial percentages aside, I got to eat lots of awesome Chinese and Korean food. Also I got to drink a bottle of Korean liquor called Soju. Which is meant for multiple people to share, but I was the only one who drank.... so lucky me, I guess. Needless to say, I passed out immediately after laying down in my bed.
My friends that I went to visit were quirky and weird, just as I left them. It was great seeing them both. Annie is a nerdy Taiwanese-Canadian transplant who speaks Mandarin, Cantonese, English and Japanese fluently and enjoys singing horribly depressing Japanese Enka songs about women in snow or some shit. Satoko is my adorably cute Japanese best-friend who sings beautifully, takes painfully long amounts of time to get ready, can't have a sip of alcohol without getting shitfacewasted and lovingly refers to me as her: olderbrothersisterfatherbestfriendpetcatsoulmatelove(not all at once mind you). Did I mention that she's terrified of insects and birds, in the most obnoxiously cute way imaginable.
We went to see Niagara falls, which was kinda cool. Did the whole Maid'a'tha Mist thang, pretty spectacular actually. Spent waaaay too long in the gift shop thanks to Annie. Got to eat buffalo meat for the first time. Pretty fuckin tasty. I'll have it over beef any day. Drank a 32 oz Canadian draft beer with it, not as awesome as the burger, but there's something about drinking beer out of a 32 oz mug that just makes your cock seem larger.
Also, to my fucking surprise AND joy, thanks to the large Asian population they had Japanese-style karaoke. Which I've been jonesin' for. I sang once with Annie and Satoko and then sang again with just Satako. Which was hands down the most romantic thing I've ever done. Seriously, you have to try singing Sinatra in a tiny room with your arm around a cute girl. Its better than crack.
Much to my dismay after 4 days I had to get back on that fucking Greyhound for another 30 hours of crazy child-custody battle stories told by rough looking hicks, crackheads trying to sell me drugs in the station and every underprivileged individual bumming my cigarettes or my cellphone every time I pulled one out.(seriously, never pull out a cellphone in a bus station, unless you want everyone asking to use it)
Satoko and Annie took the train with me to the station. I had to tell ridiculous rambling stories about badger parades and seagull marriages for 40 minutes straight, in order to keep Satoko from crying the whole way. I guess my random rambling comes in handy from time to time. It was an emotional goodbye. Easier than telling them goodbye in Tokyo, but still...
I got back home at 2 in the morning. Spent most of the ride reading Satoko's letter, daydreaming about life in Tokyo and sleeping. Took a much needed shower and then checked my email. One of the letters was from the Monbusho Scholarship. It started off telling me how great it was having me interview and apply and all of that... I didn't have to read the rest to know that I did not get the scholarship. But I read it anyway. As I predicted, no scholarship for me... I failed the math exam. Which is a dirty ironic bitch, because I swore off math after graduating from ASFA's Math and Science department.
Sooo... thats all I got. Amazing ascent into joyous wonderment, followed by an immediate fall into shit. Thems tha breaks I suppose. Now I'm just looking for my next ticket to Japan. Or at least outta this dump.
By the way... I heard a gunshot near my house at 10 in the morning the other day. Hoooraaaaay!!!
Anywaaaayz... Canada was quite amazing. Very high concentrations of Korean and Chinese immigrants in Toronto. Its always interesting being thrust into an environment where you become the minority. Kinda puts being white into perspective. All racial percentages aside, I got to eat lots of awesome Chinese and Korean food. Also I got to drink a bottle of Korean liquor called Soju. Which is meant for multiple people to share, but I was the only one who drank.... so lucky me, I guess. Needless to say, I passed out immediately after laying down in my bed.
My friends that I went to visit were quirky and weird, just as I left them. It was great seeing them both. Annie is a nerdy Taiwanese-Canadian transplant who speaks Mandarin, Cantonese, English and Japanese fluently and enjoys singing horribly depressing Japanese Enka songs about women in snow or some shit. Satoko is my adorably cute Japanese best-friend who sings beautifully, takes painfully long amounts of time to get ready, can't have a sip of alcohol without getting shitfacewasted and lovingly refers to me as her: olderbrothersisterfatherbestfriendpetcatsoulmatelove(not all at once mind you). Did I mention that she's terrified of insects and birds, in the most obnoxiously cute way imaginable.
We went to see Niagara falls, which was kinda cool. Did the whole Maid'a'tha Mist thang, pretty spectacular actually. Spent waaaay too long in the gift shop thanks to Annie. Got to eat buffalo meat for the first time. Pretty fuckin tasty. I'll have it over beef any day. Drank a 32 oz Canadian draft beer with it, not as awesome as the burger, but there's something about drinking beer out of a 32 oz mug that just makes your cock seem larger.
Also, to my fucking surprise AND joy, thanks to the large Asian population they had Japanese-style karaoke. Which I've been jonesin' for. I sang once with Annie and Satoko and then sang again with just Satako. Which was hands down the most romantic thing I've ever done. Seriously, you have to try singing Sinatra in a tiny room with your arm around a cute girl. Its better than crack.
Much to my dismay after 4 days I had to get back on that fucking Greyhound for another 30 hours of crazy child-custody battle stories told by rough looking hicks, crackheads trying to sell me drugs in the station and every underprivileged individual bumming my cigarettes or my cellphone every time I pulled one out.(seriously, never pull out a cellphone in a bus station, unless you want everyone asking to use it)
Satoko and Annie took the train with me to the station. I had to tell ridiculous rambling stories about badger parades and seagull marriages for 40 minutes straight, in order to keep Satoko from crying the whole way. I guess my random rambling comes in handy from time to time. It was an emotional goodbye. Easier than telling them goodbye in Tokyo, but still...
I got back home at 2 in the morning. Spent most of the ride reading Satoko's letter, daydreaming about life in Tokyo and sleeping. Took a much needed shower and then checked my email. One of the letters was from the Monbusho Scholarship. It started off telling me how great it was having me interview and apply and all of that... I didn't have to read the rest to know that I did not get the scholarship. But I read it anyway. As I predicted, no scholarship for me... I failed the math exam. Which is a dirty ironic bitch, because I swore off math after graduating from ASFA's Math and Science department.
Sooo... thats all I got. Amazing ascent into joyous wonderment, followed by an immediate fall into shit. Thems tha breaks I suppose. Now I'm just looking for my next ticket to Japan. Or at least outta this dump.
By the way... I heard a gunshot near my house at 10 in the morning the other day. Hoooraaaaay!!!
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