The Differences

So I have started to notice some of the differences and similarites in Australian society and Canadian society. I have found that here in aussie people are far more tolerant of alot of things, for direct example people who prefer the same sex. rather than riducle, point out or make light of these people they infact embrace it...there is no difference to them as to gay straight or bisexual. This being said gay, straight and bisexual people differ in the way that everyone here feels as though it is there duty to make out in public places, to tough each others fun parts with no regard for those around them. But to tell you the truth it is very much the same here as it is at home...and I like that!!

so for the second day in a row I have been an advertising sign holder...I stand on the main road with a sign for 4 hours....even though I have my tunes it is boring!!!

ok well really thats all I have today...I will update soon with something not boring!!

If I had a million dollars...

well I wouldn't have to take my first jobs overseas as #1 a sign holder (I walk up and down the main street in sydney with a sign for italian designers whilst listening to my music and reading my books) and #2 a friggin marketing dick 9I sit at malls and go "excuse me would you like to sign up for american express card. Pre-approval now") But I am only doing these until next friday and then we will pay everything off on the van and get out of sydney...Did I mention that I am going to be living in a van..in australia. 2 of the dreams I have had in my life are to live in a van and go to australia and I will now be living them both out simultaneously. To the rest of my travels...Last 2 nights me, b-town and midget have been hanging out with some cools brits, played some poker with them 2 nights ago (and naturally I won the first game) and then got drunk for the first time and went out on the town. Unfortantely there are really no dance clubs unless you go into the city which at night costs a bunch...but good times were had none the less. Today I am going to go visit kings cross and looks at the hookers and good food and all that jazz....wooo hooo ....right, i'm gonna have to go ahead and ask you to come in on saturday....milk was a bad idea....chuck norris isn't hung like a horse. horses are hung like chuck norris!!

ok back to sanity. So yesterday I got into a little funk and I was in one of those leave me alone moods...for about half an hour and then I broke myself out of it with somewhat of a wierd way (during a conversation with barrett)
B-town: don't worry, my mom says we should just have fun and everything will be ok
Me: Well your moms a dirty whore no isn't she
the tow of us started laughing or asses off and went out and had a great night!! man I love best friends for that simple reason...they know when to take you seriously and when your just messing around with their moms...you know in the verbal sense haha

I was watching the news on these 8 people that just won the lottery (something like 20 million each) and they were asking them what they are all going to buy and they all said boats and planes and islands and then they got to the last guy and he was like "I don't like flying, or the water to much. So I guess maybe some new clothes or something"....the reason I mention this is that we all think that if we won something liek 20 million dollars we would stay the same and yadda yadda...but money changes people and there a few people, like the man in question, who really will stay the same...and it was this that got me thinking to how we only think that gaining money will change a person but we never think of the changes that can be seen in people when they run out of money. We'll Its something to think about...something I don't really care to dive into because really I want to heckle the hookers and eat the food (good thing I didn't mess up the placing of my words there "I want to heckle the food and eat...you get the point") Ok well I will go and leave you with some of the wisdom I have been drawing on lately (which have been featured in past blogs by the way):
- beer goes in the left hand. Pride in the right. and the mind is allowed to wander wherever the hell it wants inbetween
- if you have eggs and want an omlete, why not just use your head and put 2 and 2 together. There's probably a restauraunt around the corner and its going to taste better than anything you can make yourself
-Everythings good in moderation...except moderation
- A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step...but then again so does falling down a flight of stairs
- Life's a bitch and then you die. Might as well have some fun while you're here!!

Anyway Love you all, some more than others (wink wink)
Peace Peters

At the same time

You know when you're having one of those bad days on the inside. You long to be home, though on the outside you stay strong and make it look as though your ready for anything. well today is one of those days...i have awoken and have no plans, have 25 pages left of the da vinci code and have talking to my lub to look forward to...yet I sat in bed listening to the snoring of the overweight man below me and felt my mind wandering into those thoughts of second guess. But I must be an eternal optimist as I lay there and all these thoughts and scenarios ran through my head I was taken to imagining things about the people i care about. imagining what they were doing, imagining what they were thinking ...and then I was taken to that place we have been before, the wondering whether or not they at the exact same moment are think of me, thinking of what I am doing, think of what I am thinking. This feeling is a great feeling when you believe that it is happening...and I feel as though you can just kind of sense it when its happening. Today will be good, I can feel any gloom leaving (though the clouds aren't) and its going to be a sweet day!!

on to some chronicles of my travels:
Yesterday went to the aquarium that was way more expensive than we first thought so instead we went to the free maritime museum...which sadly was quite boring, no real mystery to why it was free. But this was located at darling harbour which was pretty awesome and the weather was blistering. I still haven't learned to surf but I am waiting until I have a job and can afford my own board (so I would say about a week ro so) and we hit up some of the local night life the other night at a comedy club...it was pretty good, the amatuers suckd...I got beaked by the mc but I threw a few good heckles his way that he had no response for (and got more laughs than the first amatuer) and then watched a man named paul be absolutely hillarious....he was sooooooooo mitch hedburg junior it was awesome

anyway I should get going...to something
maybe look at some prositiutes and good food at kings cross

peace out y'all


hey me again just editing today's post a little....mainly to bring you the quote of the week:
"Can't you see I'm busy. What do you want me to do grow an arm out of my ass?" - The Lub
Anyway we have decided china town will be more exciting and cheap than the prostitues....so here I come!!

p.s. My gloom is totally gone and I am hyper as shit!!

Add this to the friend thing...amazing blog "Real"...Miss you!!!

"Just start talking..."
No one can ever really love you for you, if all they know is all that they wanted to know. I am not a buffet. You can't pick and choose. It's all of me or nothing at all. But that is what I was afraid of. I was afraid he would choose nothing. And I wasn't ready for nothing. Fortunately, that fear is behind me now, out steps fear and in steps relief. And freedom. "When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares". This piece of wisdom is care of Lindsay's handmade advice jar. When I read this lastnight I thought it was charming yet irrelevant but I was far from right. But I also realised that this aphorism only holds true, when it is not that the person does not care to know, but rather, that they are patiently waiting until the tears stop, and the storm begins to clear. I am not my mistakes. But I am the sum of my past and the lessons I have learned from them. And for you to truly appreciate my spirit, you must also acknowledge where I have been, and what I have gone through. It's not easy to expose myself to someone, because in the past that has been the beginning of the end. Not this time. Now the beginning has just begun."
this is what a true friend accepts....Love you tons D, sorry I had to steal but it was to perfect not to!! (kind of like you ...escpet for the stealing...place "like you because you're" in where I have written "steal but it was" and that is what I am trying to say!!)

Reverse Racism and True Friends

So I was in Taipei for a total of about 4 days...and was subject to a reversal of racism. I was the outcast, I was one where people would cross the street at night rather than walk on the same side of the road as, I was the one that got the bad table at the restaruant...I got a small taste of what being rosa parks (or anyone that has been subject to racism) is like. Being a white male I really haven't seen racism directed towards myself...I have seen racism but never directed at me (except when some poor soul thought I was native and decided to call me like 20 derogatory names). Well I am proud to say it sucks, but it is refreshing and gives quite the perspective at the way we preceieve things in our own little worlds. As much as we think we are not racist, as much as we give evey benefit of the doubt and all that jazz to another race we always have a little smugness that we are better in ourselves....I don't care who you are it has happened to you at one point where you were walking in a bad neighbourhood and a person of your race walked past you and you were relaxed and then a person of a different race walked past you and you slightly tensed...however miniscule this was it is still a form of racism. Watch the movie crash and you will see what I am talking about! Anyway I have no thoughts on how we can fix this..maybe everyone needs to go to a place where they are the ones that recieve sub par treatment and realize what the other siode feels like and we will all come to understand each other that much more!!

on to more positive things....Travelling I believe is the best way to find out who your true friends are, who the people that truly love you are. A true friend will treat you like no time has passed when you come home. they might ask "so give me some sotries" and then you will just chat about random thiungs and everything will be the same. They are the peopel that will toast to you while youre not their, they are the ones that willl deliver flowers to your girlfriend and drive her to a massage appointment while youre gone (thanks again chisholmn you really are a great friend dude!), they are the ones that acctually miss you. I feel like you know a true friend when you have left somewhere for a long time and you come back from not having talked for the whole period and you immediately fall back into old paterns...anyway this is a cheers to true friends...those tossas and rippas and wankas that will stick with you whether you are there or not, through the drunk times and the sober times, the everything. To you friends I am ever grateful!!

trip update: I am in sydeny. Its expensive as hell. Have had one day of plus 35 and the next 2 have been nothing but clouds...tomorrow barrett gets here and its supposed to be hot hot hot so I am thinking beach it is (but I was alsdo thinking beach the last 2 days it just never materialized). Met up with chels and having a blast doing nothing with one of my best friends (one of those true friends I was talking about) and have just got doen pricing out camper vans that I plan to purcahse very soon (as in tomorrow hopefully). This is costing me highly so I gotta run y'all.

From the one in australia they call "Mr. Mustache ride" ....as I am rocking the ugliest handlebar mustachde to date!! atleats the mullet hasn't followed...cept it would look fashionable seeign as aussies wear that for normal!!!

Peace

p.s. MISS MY LUB SO MUCH!!!

In Taipei They Call Me Godzilla...With A Beard!

Holla to all you folks back on the continet of North America. So After 3 plane rides, 2 layovers, 4 airplane meals, 3 trips to mc donalds, 5 hours of searching for my hostel, 1 total culture shocks, 1 time having a bum in LA tell me that I shouldn't go into where I was heading as "my kind" aren't welcome down there, and all that I sit here in Taiwan, Taipei to be exact. As for the title yesterday as I walking around downtown 3 girls pointed at me and said something along the lines of godzilla and the one motioned around her ace which i can only assume means beard. So I have taken on this mantra and it will stikc with me for the duration of my layover....which ends sunday.
So on to the hardest part of travelling.
1 not being able to pick up the phone and call Luba I used to be able to take some solice in the fact that if I didn't talk to her one day it was alright because I wold most likely see her the next day.
2 not being able to pick up the phone and shot the shit with my friends
3 not being able to communicate very well with anyone (aside from those at the hostel)
4 adjusting to the change in time. on average I have been sleeping 14 and a half hours. I am told this is normal but I feel like such a waste. to put it in perspective I am writing at 4:25 pm on a friday and at home it is exactly 2:28 am on a thursday.
and number 5 trying to find things in taipei that don't have fish in them being that I am allergic. I have accidentally ordered 2 meals with fish as the main course and had to try to explain why i couldn't eat it to people who don't speak english. fun I know!!

anyway the dude's computer who I am borrowing would like it back so I gottajet y'all. I will probably write next from the Beautiful shores of some beach in australia!

Peace Peters

p.s. it was +14 today and winder than I can ever remember saskatchewan being! australia's forecast....+37....oh yeah!!