Friday, August 31, 2007

Ekaterina Scam

I think I eventually figured out the whole story of the Russian girl who called herself Ekaterina Sannikova and claims she lives in Tomsk in Siberia. I named her E. S. in my previous posts. This week I received an e-mail from her indicating that she’s in Moscow, has received her visa and the only thing she needed is a $220 for a return ticket! I asked her to send me the account number of the travel agency so I could pay the difference. She then send me a copy of a passport page indicating a visa starting Sep.08 and valid for a month. She insisted that she is real and asked me to help her to get here.
I found a very good way last night: I e-mailed the embassy of Canada in Moscow and told them my problem. Those are very nice people, like most of the organizations and offices you go to. They said that while they are not allowed to tell me anything about any visa issuance based on their privacy policy, they can say by just looking at the page that it is a forged document.
They also directed me to a Russian dating website where people reveal what has happened to them with Russian scams! The funny thing is Ekaterina Sannikova who writes me lives in Tomsk, as I said before while a girl with the same name lives in Yoshkar-Ola and writes (Or better to say used to write) to another called Greg . That’s the girl whom you see her photo above who’s completely different from the Ekaterina who write to me! I guess what has happened is probably an Ekaterina Sannicova once received a visa from Canada and then that page was sold or simply passed to whoever attempted to makes a few bucks out of Canadian guys, by her!
The guy, Greg, was scammed out a bit more than US $2000! I guess I’m not only smarter because I could smell the rat and find out the real story but also luckier because the scammer only tried to get US $220 from me. I just e-mail the embassy in Moscow and thanked them and I’m goin’ to e-mail the girl and tell her that I know that she’s fake. I’ll wait for her response and I’ll post, if there’s any.
But one question remains: If she’s Ekaterina Sannikova, who’s the girl we see her photo here?I’m asking this because she asked me to send her the money through Western Union using that name. The only possibility is she could go to any bank or credit agency and introduces herself as Ekaterina Sannikova and get the money because she also gave me three addresses of three different Russian banks.
I might contact the embassy again and seek for legal advice or may be Interpol. Why not? I can do something: I can send money to one of those banks and set up a trap and when she goes to get the money, they arrest her! But you can’t arrest people because they are getting money from their accounts! But you can do arrest them if it is proved that you’re using a fake identity to get money. Right? That’s a good point. After all I’m a troublemaker. I must do that. Wait for more.
(Photo: Ekaterina Sannikova who started writing me [left] and the other E. S. who scamed a guy for $2000! My guess is none of these girls' name is what really they claim it is. I e-mailed the one who writes me and told her that I know who really she is not! I'm waiting for a response!)

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Religion is Poision

It has been just revealed that Mother Teresa, a long-term Christian human activist who helped the poorest of poor in India had doubts about her faith in the last 50 years of her life! Her letters to her superiors and confessors are gathered in a book and publish although she had asked not to do so. She once declared that Jesus directly talked to her!! That was the time that the shadows of doubt had been removed for a while She says in her letters. And then shortly after the ambiguity about the existence of God came back and remained until her death.
I was a little surprised but not because of what she has said. I was astonished that the confessions are released in a book and question the whole faith, the big stupid lie which is being followed by millions and used as a drug. I probably shouldn’t have been because everything is being said in this society. Even CIA releases his classified documents of past years off and on. I was reading something about Francis Gary Powers in Wikipedia the other day and the article directed me to CIA website where you could see hundreds of documents of the former USAF pilot.
So revealing Mother Teresa’s confessions or child molestations of bishops and ministers of Catholic Church is expectable. What is not expectable and acceptable is, people getting addicted to a shit called religion and horse shits like God, Lord and all the other stupid craps in the other religions like Islam, Jewry and of course Christianity. I hope the book and this news help people open their eyes and minds and push all this crap back in all the corners of the world, although I know it’s a big wish which will never happen! Like John Lennon’s Imagine.
After all what she did is grateful. She’ll be always in heart of the people. But she didn’t do that because she was a Christian. She did that because she was a human and caring person.
(Photo: Portrait of Mother Teresa, oil on canvas, called talking to God, the illusory creative that she never believed in to the last seconds of her life. Cyrus my friend in Cologne said something very right once. He said: God did not create us, we created God! That's so true)

Monday, August 27, 2007


E. S., has continued writing me after I told her that I was not able to send her money. She stated that she would not give up! After a few e-mails she said that she was goin’ to Moscow for the interview and then e-mailed me from there, supposedly, if the whole story is true and she’s not making it up, that she had gotten the visa but is about $220 short for the ticket!
She has written that she would get a ticket for Sep.08 and needed my help. I can’t believe the whole story. It could be a scam. “Where do you stay these days? “ I asked her in the last e-mail I sent her. Then I decided to do something: I asked her to send me the name and address of the travel agency that sells the ticket so I can pay the rest through Western Union! I also suggested her: Send me the account number of the guys and I transfer the money through my bank! I guess I will receive her answer tomorrow morning.
In the meanwhile Mom told me that F. F. had read my e-mail. She was told by Aunt I. that the girl is really upset these days. She’s a totally different person now. But she did that to herself. Aunt I. told me that she had been told by her that I demand a quick reply to my e-mails but sometime I had to wait a week for an answer and that drove me nuts. I thought I finally found someone whom could be a mate for my entire life but I was wrong and I’m happy that this happens before she comes to this side of the globe. I rather am alone than get kicked out of the house in a few months or years after marriage.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Doing the Right Thing

It looks like I never get along with a girl and I’ll die alone! Aunt I. called yesterday in the morning while I was working and she was yelling really loud! She said that I dishonoured her and asked me to e-mail F. F. and apologize for I had told her. I only said that there’s a cultural difference between us and that made her upset and cry. I bet that she cried for the opportunity she lost. She probably was dreaming about Canada and how she will enjoy her time in here. But I shit all over her stinky body. Motherfucker bitch always made me wait so long for a simple e-mail answer and brought an excuse for each and every stupid behaviour she had. I might have broken her heart but if that’s what happened I’m happy now because that’s a good lesson for a selfish stupid piece of crap. She told me once that she had a dream about me but was not a dream.
After all I listened to Aunt I. and e-mailed her, explained and apologized just to make my aunt feel better because I don’t fucking care about a stupid bitch who really thinks she’s so special. I e-mailed her because Aunt I. asked me to do.
I thing I did the right thing but at the same time I don’t feel good at the moment. I feel much lonelier but I have to sacrifice. May be I find someone finally one day.
(Photo: I tried Sympsonize F. F. through the website using one of the photos she sent me and that's the result. May not look much like her but that's not very unlikely either except she has a fair complexion)

Friday, August 24, 2007

Feeling Like Shit

Mom called me tonight and asked me why I made F. F. cry! I was trying her number and found it busy a minute ago or so. I knew it happens but didn’t know that she would cry. Aunt I., had told me a few times that she likes me very much but that’s stupid! How would you like someone that hasn’t been met once!? I kind of liked her a bit because she’s not bad looking, beautiful eyes and long shiny hair. But the long time that I had to wait for her e-mails and the bullshit you wrote most of the time she e-mailed, made me sick. Besides I liked her mostly because I’m lonely all the time, sometimes even at work! So I needed and still need someone at this age at my side but it didn’t work. I don’t want to ruin my entire life by marrying a selfish girl.
This solitude has driven me toward many girls recently but got rejected over and over. Even S. G. stopped answering me almost a month ago, I guess. So I just stopped trying her anymore, no phone call, no online message or anything. E. S. is the only one whom I’m in touch with. I’ll tell you the story in near future because it’s in a pick and I’m waiting for an answer.
I feel like shit now. I know that I made her very upset and I feel bad. I now that the only possibility is gone now and have to start the beginning and I feel awful. And I know Mom is sad too and that’s the worst.

Racism (3)

I went to the damn job site today a little late and a guy who’s doing part of electrical work and used to be A. J.’s tenant in his basement and I call him Jeff here, was working. He’s a nice guy but an ass at the same time! As soon as I entered the second level, I noticed graffiti on the floor of one of the bedrooms! You see that in the photo above. Jeff had not been realized what had happened. I wanted to call the cops but he suggested me to give A. J. a call and consult him first. I said that we shouldn’t have ruined his mind. He has enough to think of these days. But he called A. J. and narrated the story.
A. J. called shortly after that and asked me to call the cops. The same officer who had been told about the problem with the plate showed up in a few minutes, asked a question, took photos from the scene and left! That’s all. She said that she would investigate later but I didn’t see anything all the afternoon in there. The officer said that the kid should have done that. I didn’t find it funny. I think A. J. creates all these trouble himself. He doesn’t use local guys and cheap filthy fucking Punjabi guys are all his trades. A guy and his partner came for wallboard yesterday morning and said that would be there in the afternoon for measurement. We were working and he showed up and ask for the company’s fax number. I gave it to him and before he leaves A. J. asked about the square footage of the price. He said it and A. J. said: “ Don’t bother to measure “ He said: “ Good Luck “ while he was leaving. I felt really bad for the guy because these people are work hard and I don’t know what would happen to them when all the construction is down in this little town or the province and A. J. doesn’t understand his position and he suffers. He had a kind of fight with the district inspector and he made us wait for almost a month and a half and pay hundreds of dollars more. He didn’t learn a lesson and he never will.
(Photo: One of the three graffiti written by probably the young people who are upset over what has been done so far by A. J. and the longest one. The poor asshole can't even realize that we are not originally from Pakistan, the shit hole that I hate the most. As a matter of fact doesn't make a difference for them!)


I have been in touch with F. F. for almost six month. She was introduced by my Aunt I., a kind of bossy girl who runs everything at home, is aggressive. Regardless of her beauty, which has only been seen in the photos that I’ve seen, she’s a nurse and a baby dressmaker and is taking courses to be a hair stylist. She got mad at me several times and I could easily find it in her mails. So tonight I sent her a mail and wished her the best and said goodbye!
Her dad is ill and her Mom is old and all her sisters and brothers are gone, so she thinks that she’s the king specially because she makes good money as a self-employed but I don’t want, obviously someone who wants to give orders every minute and then bring her old parents to the house and make a senior house!
Funny thing is she called a few minutes ago, shortly after I e-mailed her. I was writing this and the phone rang and that was her, angry as usual! God helped me that I crossed her out of my list, otherwise I’d have problems every day! She asked that why I did not notified her of lack of interest before! And I said that it have gotten accumulated. She was hoping mad, said goodbye and hung up. I don’t know what Mom’s and Aunt I.’s reaction will be but I know that both will be upset for sure. Mom will be upset because she wants to see her grandsons and me in a happy marriage and Aunt I. Probably because she think she’ll lose F. F. as the only friend she has in there.
Anyway that’s what happened and I really don’t know what to do. The phone part was the funniest! She probably has been planning for her future in Canada and dreaming! I don’t give a damn. I don’t want such a bitch.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Nice Trick

Leaders of the three North American countries are gathered in a small town in Quebec to discuss their interests. As the province has been always a source of disagreement and challenge, protesters started their rally right from the beginning. I really don’t know what is that they are opposing, but I guess privatization is one of them. But what happened today and CBC talked about that is there were three masked men among the protesters who were trying to cause violence and turn the peaceful protest to a combat.
This unusual act was caught by the eye of one of the union leaders who organizes the protest. He claims that the men could be either undercover cops or people from the Prime Minister office, trying to do their job. The short clip which is shown in CBC and now could be seen on YouTube shows one of the masked men talking to a cop! All the three men later got arrested by the police and escorted out hand-cuffed! One photos was also shown in TV indicates the identical boots that the cops and the said fake protesters have on! Harper was shown yesterday calling the protest sad. I call what they did a nice trick but don’t know if they wanted to be recognized or not, if they were police officers. May be they wanted to bring up an uncertainty in the small group of protesters and disorganize them, which is smart. May be that was totally different from what they and I think.
(Photo: The protest organizer [bald!] talks to the masked men who are believed undercover cops)

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Shit Happens!

It seems that problems keep coming sometimes and you are not able to block them. I just skipped a big problem and I tell a short version here because I want to say another ones.
Hojam, my friend who drove me to Calgary International Airport when I was leaving Alberta and also who took over me at my apartment, told me that the owner of the apartment came to look around and a written warning indicating that a renovation would take place and that makes the rent jump from $695 to almost $1200 or more was received then. He also said that the designing crew came almost every day and do the measurements and stuff! God helped me! (Well ... I’m atheist!) I had left the damn place, otherwise I wouldn't Have known what the shit to do!
A. J. is in so much trouble now. He has too many things to do and has no plan and in the meantime side problems, I’d call, keep coming to him. Yesterday when I just came back from a little purchase using his car (He drives a silver Nissan Maxima) I noticed something in his rear number plate . It only had one screw and it was about to come off and the number looked a bit different from what I remembered from his plate. So I went to the front of the car and made sure that there are two different plates on it! Then I went to him and asked: Do you know your car’s number? He said that he didn’t. I took him to the car then and showed him the difference. He was obviously in a shock. I then called 411 and asked for the local RCMP number. They put me through and I explained what had happened. Then I passed the phone to A. J. and he completed the over-the-phone questioner.
A lady officer showed up after almost half an hour. She seized the wrong plate and said that the right one is in Burnaby! They were trying to find out where the plate could have been replaced but didn’t find any answer!
Then he was here yesterday again, all by himself to solve the issue with his tenant. Everything went well but then at the end we tried to change the van’s starter relay, which I had already ordered two days ago and picked up in the morning. We started a little late and then a guy in the neighbourhood, whom I had seen once, joined us just to help and everything went wrong. We spent hours and at the end had to leave the van beside the street! He drove me home and we had something that we got on our way home.
Finally we went to the van in the morning tried to have it fixed but couldn’t and at the end it got towed to the only town’s Ford dealership. They told us that it probably takes until Thu. to have it fixed, obviously after diagnose has been done. A. J. was completely crazy and started to nag! He said that he should not have bought the van in the first place and all the bullshit. I’m not writing all the crazy behaviour of him because I’m used to it but at the end when I told him about the amount of time that I went to the Building Department, building supply stores, gas stations and dealers, he said that I should have rented a car for the few days! It’s really hard working with him but I hope that I survive for at least a year and a little more or maybe I get a job when I move to Lover Mainland or I simply leave in winter. I don’t know what the hell I’m doin’!

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Horrible Ride to Evans Lake after a Gout Attack!

I’m having a very bad pain in my left toe joint. It started almost a week ago and I have to take a capsule every night before I go to bed or I won't be able to sleep. Last night I didn’t take any and I had a light supper, hopping that I’d be fine but I had nightmares and woke up as the pain was souring. I took another capsule and the number dropped down to one. Then I felt dizzy. This damn gout attack has never been so awful since I was diagnosed in ’03. Looks like nothing works on it. I don’t eat rich food like liver, steak, brain, bacon and egg that much while at the same time I don’t do my regular exercises. This fucking damn job for A. J. takes most of my time. So because today was the second time I had that dizziness feeling, like I had two or more can of beer, I decided to see a physician. Luckily the clinic was open and no one was there and I could see the doctor quickly. But it cost me $75 because I’m not covered.
Anyhow the doctor wrote me the same prescription and also sent me to the lab. I first went to Wal-Mart pharmacy and got the capsules. There was a very nice and cute Canadian girl there who spent half an hour to explain everything and said that she would be there Mon. to in case I needed anything. I wanted to give her a hug and kiss her eyes and forehead but obviously was not possible. Then went the hospital for the uric-acid test but was told that the lad was closed and Tue. Is the next day that I could be there.
I went back home and got ready for a ride after 2 weeks. I took Paradise Valley Road, the same one that I had taken as my first ride in Squamish and had written about that but shortly after North Vancouver Outdoor School, I took a gravel road to Evans Lake and oh my that was the worst road that I’ve ever taken in my life so far: Slope up with a 60⁰ degree angle, holes and bumps! There was not even one single bike in the road and only 4 x 4s and SUVs are able to climb the road. The gout attacked me again after a few miles and I had to walk the bike while sweating like a whore in confession! Then I had to stop and lay down for about half an hour and let my heart go back to its normal rate. I was so angry at me. I guess stress is the main cause of the damn gout illness because out of all the possible cause that the cute girl in Wal-Mart pharmacy explained to me, only this one matches.
Anyhow I started my journey after a few min. and had to climb down off and on and walk the bike. The passengers in the passing car mostly looked at me with a strange and respect mixture of look! I don’t know how far I was from the damn lake when I broke my chain! Damn! I turned back and went all the way down to the main road. I hitchhiked and a very nice guy took me to Government Road where the town house complex is located and fixed my chain for no cost. I thanked him and went back home. So here I had so many failed bike trips so far but I promise that I’ll go to the damn lake another time, all the way.
(Photo: This detailed map shows the way to Evans Lake regardless the fact that nothing is mentioned about the elevation and the difficulty of the road, possibly because that's not a road for bicycles. I'll print it and take it with me next time I'm goin' there)

Saturday, August 11, 2007


I was driving to the job site today, shortly after noon and just less than a min. after I turned left to Highway 99 from Industrial Way, I heard a siren! I looked at my rear view mirror and damn, there was a ghost! He probably had turned his lights on but I didn’t notice. I, immediately signalled, pulled over, parked, turned the ignition off and waited. A male officer came out and asked for my driver’s and registration. I asked what had happened and he said that I turned left at yellow while I had enough time to stop! That’s exactly the reason I failed my first attempt to get my Class 4 driver’s licence in Calgary! The examiner said that I should have passed at yellow and shouldn’t have blocked the driveway! I told this to the officer but he didn’t accept and left with my documents! I had seen him before in the town. He’s a very young guy. There are too many cops in this little town and I don’t remember a day without seeing one.
He came back shortly after with my driver’s and registration and only gave me a warning! But said that there would be a ticket for more than $100 (don`t remember how much exactly) next time. I thanked him and left. It`s actually one good thing here in B. C. You never get a warning in Alberta. You get caught, you get a ticket! I should be more careful!

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Despaired Gal

I received an e-mail from a girl in Russia a few weeks ago, whom I called her here E. S. although it doesn’t matter what her name really is, indicating that she had found me in! I don’t remember anything about that website, regardless of the fact that I used to do that kind of remote relationship game and I might have registered in it. The girl who lives in Tomsk wrote me her story and sent me a dozens of photos. The story made me really upset: A young pretty lonely girl in the wild society of Russia where girls sell their body for a couple of dollars just to be able to feed themselves with the minimum achievable food. Her situation doesn’t seem so bad but I’m just guessing based on the photos she has sent me so far: A small furnished apartment, a job that can keep you alive and probably a guy off and on to get you off. I obviously answered every e-mail kindly until the last two ones which I received them together the day before. She used to e-mail me from an Internet cafe as having a PC is considered something extravagant in that country, I guess.
The last e-mail came together with a half-naked photo of her! I was surprised! You see the photo up here. She hoped that I liked her photo and apologized for her small-sized tits and mentioned that she would increase the size if I want them so! She also asked me not to ask for more naked photos! The other e-mail was a request for money, some $190 which is the visa cost! She asked me to send it through Western Union. I don’t know how someone like her would get a tourist visa and how she will pay for the ticket and that’s what I asked in the reply mail, adding that I was not able to send her any money at that moment. And today I have no mail from her! She, at the beginning mentioned that she had been to Canada once and that was through a working visa. The place she mentioned in her e-mail was a kind of small town in Quebec, probably in an small isolated island! I can't recall! She said that she worked for McDonald’s there. I guess $200 is not too much for having a young Russian girl whom can be licked and kissed every night and does everything you ask for. But what will happen after the visa is expired? Will she go back? And is this possible for her to get a visa in the first place? I don’t know. I might try her again. Just curious!
(Photo: E. S. sent me this photo indicating that she doesn't want to be recognized in case her photo ends up in the Internet. She'd foreseen this post!)

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Bear in the Backyard

Squamish is known as bear country but I never saw one until tonight. I was watching the news and got out to turn the water off, the one which was watering the lawn. As soon as I got out I noticed someone in the neighbour’s backyard. I thought it was Perry, late Val’s son who lives with his gf in the suite of the neighbouring house. I got closer and he stood up. That and started walking. That was a bear!
It was busy with the flowers in the trash bin. I guess that was a very delicious snack for it! It took one walked a few meters and started having it. I ran back to the house to get my camera. I took a few photos but none of them looked good. The bear looked that it noticed me but didn’t care. Obviously the snack was much attractive. I went in again and got my Yashica regular camera but that one didn’t help either. Then I tried closer shots from inside but none of ‘em worked. I needed a tripod. I didn’t dare get really close. It might have attacked me. But I guess that was a baby because didn’t seem very big to me. But if it was a baby, why it was alone? It shouldn’t have been a baby. I guess it was almost as big as (or as small as!) the one I saw in Squamish Valley Road, if that was a bear too!
The bear got back to the bin, took another bunch and went back to the jungle. Or at least that’s what I thought when I saw that. It just got disappeared! I thought it had been gone and went back in and grabbed my flashlight. It was there sitting and looking at me! I saw its eyes! I ran back in. I didn’t know what would happen if I disturb it a little more.
(Photo: This is what I have as the photo of the bear who likes fresh cut flowers. Do you see anything?)