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)

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’!

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)

Warning

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!

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 dating.com! 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!)

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?)