depending on people

lets face it depending on people sucks.

They hardly evger follow through, they make hollow promises and they let you down at the most critical times.

It is a royal pain in the ass.

You come to someone early to give them time. They say they will do it, and then it seems they do their best to become unavailable.

The old saying is that no man is an island. Well frig it, it sure feels like it whenever you need something done

as i brush away the cobwebs

yea I havent blogged in a while and to be honest I am not sure why because I read a lot of blogs myself.

this year had its share of ups and downs as any year does. One thing though is that as I look back on this year I see a lot to be thankful for. I thank god for good health as I have become acutely aware of how much illness there is in the world. It is hard to feel sorry for yourself when there are stories of little girls with 16 pound tumorous growths in their face who had to undergo sugery and will still have disfigured features after that.

I travelled to canada and the US this year after periods of not travelling for long times. Both trips were truly memorable experiences, especially this last one to Miami. I intend to make a habit of travelling somewhere foreign every year from now on. Life is too short and if i dont treat myself who will. This is borne out by the fact that a guy I knew who was an older student at the time I was at HC died this year. One of the last things he told his friends before he died was that we in barbados have it drilled into us to constantly save money for rainy days and we dont enjoy the fruits of our labour. He said ENJOY YOUR MONEY. and then he died 4 days later. sigh RIP

Appreciated friends more than ever this year.

I am going to become more focused this year about the career as the politics in my office is going to be a real test of my temperament this year.

I am gonna be 27 next month and that would make 9 years since i left school. Wow.Nothing quite like againg. I hope that I am becoming wiser as well.

more blogging this year for sure. signing out.

Right so on with the story

First of all let me repent for the tardiness of my tale. Trying to blog during the day with blogger is slow and I am not in much of a posting mood at nite. Anyway on with the story.

SO I got off the greyhound and made my way up the village pathway upon which i quickly realized, this place is a freakin maze. I flagged down the nearest friendly person and asked them where I could find my hotel. Upon being given the directions, I quickly wasted no time getting lost :)

Luckily after walking around for about 10 mins I tracked down the place and checked in. The receptionist was extremely pleasant and soon had all the affairs in order. Unfortunately I couldnt check in right away so I put my luggage in storage and quickly phoned my mom to let her know I had arrived.

There was no answer so what was I going to do. Being famished I went and got a mini pizza and a smoothie and relaxed enjoying the crisp mountain air.

I then called the blushing bride to be, who then promptly shrieked into my phone, glad to hear I had arrived.(man white girls can shriek lol)

So I went up to her hotel room(that sounds kinda salacious for a bride to be doesnt it) where she was all aglow. This girl was super ready to get married. And we chatted where she was telling me how she hoped she wouldnt bawl during the wedding ceremony. It was really good seeing her. Her fiance, my good buddy eric hadnt arrived yet so I would see him later.

Amber had some bridal stuff to attend to so we agreed to meet up later. I went back and was finally able to check in. I slept like a dead man.

I then woke up took a shower and called my buddy eric. HE had finally arived and was in a real honest to goodness irish pub in the heart of a ski resort.How awesome is that.

I arrived there and saw a whole host of my friends. My irish buddies, my israeli buddies, my arab buddies, my american buddies. A whole cornucopia of humanity sitting down in an irish pub eating shepherd's pie, and well on the way to getting absolutely smashed.

And boy did we party. We went through lots of booze, laughing, teasing one another and celebrating the fact that the bride and groom were so absolutely nuts about each other. They were beaming like christmas lights.

We left the pub in the wee hours of the morning and hit another bar. This bar had the distinction of being the bar which sells the most beer in the world. We did not let them down.

Needless to say a good time was had by all, and none of us really knew how we got back to our hotel rooms.

Straight ahead wedding bells.Woo hoo

Onward to Whistler

So picking up from my last post.

I arrive at the greyhound station and purchase my ticket and get into the queue to wait for the greyhound.

While waiting I engaged in some people watching. There was this redhaired dude who was pierced like if he was attacked by a rogue gang of people with staple guns. There were the backpackers. And they seemed to take that word literally because they appeared to be on the verge of chronic hernia due to the weight of those backpacks. It was quite interesting to be watching all of these people when lo and behold it occurred to me.

IT WAS COLD AS A MO@#$%^&.

I hastened for the windbreaker in my suitcase and was soon zipped up and thanking god that i didnt forget to pack it.

After seeing this the MCWGITW(most cheerful white girl in the world) laughed and asked if I was new around these parts. I told her I was from barbados and we got into a conversation. She was headed towards Squamish which was on the way to whistler.

Finally we boarded the greyhound(these are actually pretty comfortable and I can see why people like to travel by them.)

Now I mentioned last time that everything in Canada is far. Well this was no different. The ride to whistler ended up taking about 3 1/2 hours. And this was being mostly on highways and country roads with broad lanes and almost little to no traffic to hold us up. And the driver was driving fast to boot.(nutting just aint close atall)

Despite the length of the trip, I thoroughly enjoyed this because Canada is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BEAUTIFUL. I mean even in downtown vancouver there is so much greenery to be seen. and when we left the city I was just a sight. Beautiful lakes, forests and rugged natural landscape. Even where there is human development you can see the care to be as unintrusive towards nature.

It is also the greenest place I have ever seen. I doubt there are many places if any with more trees than rural vancouver. SO I am just driving in complete awe of all of this beauty.

I wonder how many canadians take the time to take this all in. If not it really is a crying shame.

Man, so I finally arrive at the greyhound bus loop. And then the real fun begins.

vancouver trip tales begin now

couple shots of downtown vancouver.

and here i begin my tale


so the flight to toronto was pretty uneventful. The food itself was pretty bland but the air hostesses were pleasant and the in flight radio selection wasnt half bad.

SO I arrived in toronto at pearson airport which I have to say is enormous. I had to get on a shuttle and ride for 30 mins to get from my plane to customs. YEA, that might give you an idea of how large Pearson is.

PEarson despite its size is extraordinarily efficient. It took me probably about 20 mins after disembarking the shuttle to get through customs

So having some time to kill in the airport between my connecting flights, I called home and checked in with my mother and walked around the terminals. There were plenty of hot asian chicks.(yea yea so sue me)

Well I finally boarded my flight to vancouver. Another 5 hour odyssey.(everything in canada is far. As I am one of those persons who can never fall asleep on planes, this second trip felt like torture at times. Changing time zones didnt help either.

I arrived in vancouver and once again customs was super efficient. Only thing was that one of my suitcases was beaten up. I was very annoyed but there was no air canada personnel around at the time to complain to.

So I was supposed to take a greyhound bus from downtown vancouver to whistler village where my buddy got married.

SO while I was still at the airport I called the greyhound station to see if they were open at this early hour in the morning. I just kept getting the please hold message.

SO I asked one of the taxi guys outside if the station was open at thi searly hour in the morning. He give me an enthusiastic yes. Now normally my bullshit metre whould have gone off but I guess the time of the morning and the rigors of my flight dulled my senses.

So I got in and we drove to downtown vancouver where the station was. This is in the morning mind you and it is pitch black and vancouver had been having bad weather recently.

I got out at the station and it was closed. I was furious because pretty much the taxi driver had only been looking to make an easy buck. A local such as himself operating at the airport should have known this.

Whats more there were like 17 drug addicts all rund the parking lot and so on shooting up heroin needles.

Well I chewed the taxi guy out. And then the guy looks at me and asks me if i want to stay here. I was like what the hell do you think.

So we made our way back to the airport where I slept in the lobby till it was brighter and could make my way back to the station when I knew it would be open.

back on home soil

well my trip to canada has ended.

and let me tell you, it was an absolute blast. I will be posting pics and tales of my trip over the next few posts.

so lets start.

I mentioned that my buddy was getting married in whistler village in vancouver and that I was attending the wedding.

well let me tell you, whistler village is the most scenic place i have ever seen. for pure natural vistas you really cant beat this place.

my buddy got married at a mountain lodge 6097 feet in the air. Think about that for a while.

Needless to say it was cold as ass that high up, but the ceremony itself was short(20 minutes tops) and sweet. then it was on to booze, food and dancing. Oh and there was this one guy who was totally wasted, it was hilarious.

i flew two 5 1/2 hour flights to get to vancouver. I resolve never to do such folly again, unless i am travelling somewhere much further than canada, like new zealand .

so, once again pics and stories coming soon. In the next tale I will tell you how I found out that downtown vancouver is one of the biggest areas of the drug trade in canada

Listen Up

I do not make a point of going around saying things vaguely. In fact for the most part I try to be very precise in what I say.

SO I am very annoyed that when I say things, that people get caught up with things such as my tone, my expression and other things which are superfluous to WHAT I ACTUALLY SAID.

I always hear this is what you really meant. UM NO. What I meant was exactly what the #%$^^ I said.

People then argue about what they assume I meant.They even start getting pissed off at things I did not say. They even accuse me of things they assume I am thinking.

STOP IT

If I took the time to say it,I meant it. My tone has no bearing on what I said.

When I dont say anything, I am smug. When I say something I have no tact, yadda yadda yadda.

SO you know what, stop friggin asking me anything and leave me be. Then you wont have to get annoyed by what i say, what i dont say , what i think and last but not least the tone I take.


whew

Now how is your week going readers? :) This rant was not specifically directed at anyone of you so any righteous anger you may feel welling up is not worth the effort.