Rednecks make too much noise

Well it's been fairly emotional week. Canada has had it's first heavily telivised terror attack in my home town. It's definitely made me think about a lot of things, mostly the perseption of Islam, in western society. But first and foremost, rest in peace to the members of the Canadian Armed Forces that were killed, Cpt. Nathan Cirillo and Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent. Their death was so needless.

One thing I hate, is feeling like I'm being coerced. And one thing an act terrorism does is force you into a sudden panic. Suddenly you're more nervous and anxious, mostly because it happened in your home town. Honestly, I can say that when 911 happened, it didn't effect me a much as some of the people around me. I was a kid that cared more the X-Files movie that was suppose to air that night. My simple teenage mind knew it was bad but it was so far off, that couldn't hurt me. And all it did was inconvenience travel for people with muslim last names; which my brother had to experience.

And through it all I thought Canada would be immune to any aggression. We're so peaceful. And now that an attack has happened, I worry about the ignorance that was expressed in the States. The Islamaphobia that swept through the most militerized nation in the world. The unfounded hate for a ground based on faith and geopgraphy. And it worries me no one will think about there being 1.4 billion people that practice Islam. And that the one's on the tv screen are the rednecks of the group. And that they're forced to be come rednecks because they might not want outisde influences to govern their countries. And it worries me that I'm being fed the fear and that I worry about my father's people. ANd how easiy it might be for people to seclude and alienate before they extend a hand try to learn about one another. To make up their mind before saying "hello, how are you?"

I'm not claiming my muslim birth right by any means. But I feel like things might be different. Just heard a story about people vandalizing a mosk and the town coming to their side and cleaning up. It's too bad that the desperate and ignorant make so much noise. But myabe be a good way to start might be this. Best way to get to know a redneck, buy him a beer, shoot the shit. Not saying that everyone needs to have a drink, but as long as we're talking regardless of our differences, we might just move past all of this.

I'm sure I'll have plenty of pleasentries and distractions this week but I just really had to get that off my chest. Halloween is my favorite, Krista is the best and I seriouly need to do more yoga.

Ps loving Logic's New Ablum: Under Pressure

Work and Bewbs

Welll I’m a few hours a way from taking over my first in house team at work. Expectations: I hope I don’t suck and that I can sleep at night. I pope I can keep the hours reasonable because spending time with Krista has been all that and a bag of chips.  More on that later. This project has gone on longer than expected but I’m liking all the creative problem solving I get to do every day. I’m feeling a lot of emotions I don’t get to experience all the time and isn’t that the best part of life. Speaking of which.

Krista is pretty dope. Like super wicked. She definitely likes hiking which is growing on me, but only when it’s kind of sketchy and adventurous. We went on a righteous hike last week which took us across a wicked colorful valleys, fast rapids, rock slides and frigid cold glacial lakes. Honestly, you learn to trust someone when you’re scaling down a mountain trying to keep up with the sunset in bear country. Highlight was finding our cabin in the woods where we would escape during a zombie apocalypse.  It was right by the lake where I would learn to fish, cut trees and do other manly stuff that doesn’t include growing my chest hair. It will take time to adjust to swimming in those lakes. If you want to experience death, go there. You’ll love it. Sexy tip for hikes: let your girl lead the hike, awesome views. :)

I bought my ticket for Mark and Dinora’s which I'm bringing Krista to. I feel bad for our neighbors....SO AMPED! And hopefully diving with a new licence. And Finally an epic moment in my bro's life :) I really hope Dinora doesn't set me on fire. So much to do in prep. So many raps to try out ;)

Well I the next few weeks will be all over the place and probably buried in work and glorious boobs. She really makes me feel lucky, Krista not work. Though I'm lucky to be in this position at work so I guess it goes both ways.

One day i'll be a pro ninja

 Imagine being buried, under hours upon hours of creativity. Overseeing potential dreams from far, hoping to make the cut. It's been something that I've wanted and a mantle I hope to honor. But with the appointment of supervisor comes the glorious burden.

And then something wonderful happens. It makes the long days melt away. And even though you might meet in the twilight hours, the elation would make a summers day blush. The rain drops on your way home, a gentle kiss. And the street lights a loving guide to your front step.

Curious enough to spot three rainbows, laughs for two and one hell of a reason to want to skip some bases. If self restraint could be compared to kidney stones, I would be wise to not indulge. And yet this urge to be close and know about this galaxy of quirks and tenderness. And be inspired by the lines of awkwardness and moments of peace. Until it all deadlines and schedules melt away. And there's nothing left but him and her. A smile and a realization that this bed feel a lil empty:P
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Before everything gets rushed

I shall take a moment to write something before everything gets crazy. Added responsibilities at work cuz of my promotion  has really left me with little energy to smell the roses. But i did find some flowers on my way to work the other day. Which just makes everything better. There's a lot of information that's been thrown at me from friends back home. The best way to describe is that life can have some serious  things happen and you never wanna have them happen to the ones you love. But there's not much you can do about it. But you want hear them out and hug the shit out of them.

It's so hard to remember how it was to be a new animator so i need to learn to be more empathetic. Find the fine like between showing them what to do and having them do it for themselves. If there's such a thing as doing too much, i'm happy I'm at least taking a moment for this. Hence the reason i'm keeping it short cuz i'm just going to lay down and let my mind wonder. I hope not to plan ahead too much when i visit ottawa. Here's hoping for the best..

Looking in someone's eyes can be awesome. The universe is awesome when things aren't rushed.

Ball so hard, I got blisters on my ass (legit)

  It’s time for a brief moment of silence because all the voices are going to get really loud soon. So it’s time to file some mental taxes before I pass the deadline and miss out on everything. Even as I type this, a billion unattended tasks are flooding my brain and washing away my attention span.

MY move to Kitsalano has definitely been a game changer. Being 15 to 20 mins from everything and everyone has brought a smile to my face. I had moment whil looking over 4th ave after yoga where the street reminded of howI pictured Canada as a kid. Dare I say that I’m living the dream? I can see it being a mixed blessing aswell because it will be difficult to say no to a lot of things. I wish I could say no to the sun that pours through my massive windows every morning, but you can’t win every battle. Things will definitely pop off as the weather get nicer and I hope it leads to bbq and get togethers and not necessarily heading to a pub. With all the travelling coming up, this boy needs to save.

Speaking of trips, I recently went to Portland and to keep this part short I’ll say this. After an awesome hike, getting your balls tickled by a stripper’s vibrator is an awesome night cap. Portland is definitely an awesome place to get fat, meet genuinely nice people and try out some delicious beer.

Now I’m looking forward to Victoria, over time, learning to love, learning time management and seeing how far I can push everything before it cracks. There are so many other things are on my mind but I can’t think of them now. So for now, courage.
Oh first dragon boat race next SUnday. Listening to a lot of Slipknot beforehand

Words of wisdom, if you have someone in your life that can be honest with themselves, everything becomes so much easier
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Strictly for XX Chromosomes

At last some peace and quiet after a fairly hectic week. It began with locking down a new apartment to move into in April and is now ending with a documentary about women in the work place. It was international women’s week , which has got me thinking about the women in my life and the rainbow of attitudes, beliefs and habits I’ve come across.

I guess the first women in life would be my mother and sisters. Ghanaian society is fairly matriarchal so women have a lot of sass and their not afraid to scold a grown ass man in front of e’erbody. I grew up walking into every argument knowing that I would never win. My mom being over protective would yell a lot, mostly over the phone because I wasn’t home on time. My sister Aisha  tried her best to teach me how to clean up after myself and not to be a selfish brat. I’m sure it rubbed off a lil. I always had an interesting relationship  with my oldest sister Amina. She was my second mother since there was a ten year age gap and back home you’re never too young to take care of younger siblings. She spent a lot of time at boarding school, so I never really “grew up” with her in Ghana. She never really held back when it came to discipline which she got from my mom. But I still love her because she raised myself and Aisha without any real thanks apart from the fact that we didn’t become crack heads, yet.

I spent my entire high school single so my first real relationship came after college. My first girlfriend’s personality reminded me a lot of my sister, not like I have some sisterly Oedipus complex.  It  just made it really easy to get advice when I messed up. Neither of them tolerated bullshit, which is funny because bs is my middle name. I’ve always been attracted to strong willed women from seeing the strength of my family members and how they got shit done.  I tend to get easily side tracked so it’s always nice to have someone keep you on track. . One thing I will give to my first girlfriend is that she taught me to was how to be comfortable being naked around your room. Before that, I would always cover up unless I was in the bathroom.  It lead to  being more comfortable with my body (for the most part) and eventually to the exhibition of my body.

Having a lot of close female friends has been an awesome blessing. Seeing how they reciprocate with their partners really gives me hope for the world.  I’ve come to learn that sarcasm is not a means of communication.  On the other hand I’ve seen how easily people can manipulate each other to feel wanted.  The dark places a soul could go for attention and the cell phone minutes one could rack up even though their suppose to be chilling with their boys.  The ironic part about having a lot of lady friend is coming off gay to some people, which happened this weekend.  I laughed and I would love to keep it going but I do like the lady folk and I wouldn’t want to cock block myself.

I love my mind opening moments when I’m talking with my girls. The sacrifices to wear heals, the fears of violence, their expectations of man… I’ve never altered my behavior but I’ve always headed all their stories because it never fails when the same thing happens to me. It goes a long way to just listen, especially when you have a short attention span.  I love when simple gestures explode someone’s world.  I hope to never lose the sincerity in my motives because my favorite thing is to see someone smile. But sometimes, age, life and wasted time kills my mojo to try anything. But the last week of birthdays has giving me hope though there are still many gestures that are a work in progress.

 So on a really tired note. Ladies, you all brighten my day and I can’t wait to do that pair boding that’s all the hype.

Started from the bottom now we're back

    After  dipping into the beautiful fountain that was South East Asia, we are finally home. With all the jokes going into it, Chan and Shawn and I managed to keep our heads and not get sick of each other. Our anthem for most of the trip was “Started from the bottom” and everyday started a little differently. Some days would started at 7 am cuz we crashed early in a sleepy town on Cebu Island. Some days started in the afternoon, exhausted after riding  thirteen plus hours going through breath taking Taroko Gorge. I think the scenic views helped to get up those mornings . When you have the promise of adventures off the beaten path in foreign lands, motivation was pretty easy to find.

          Compared to my trip through Europe, we had a lot more interaction with people at our hostels. Since we were only a crew of three instead of eight, we would easily make friends in the bigger dorm rooms. It helped when we didn’t have any clear of our plans and we wanted to find something interesting to do. I was really surprised about the amount of young  hostel managers we ran into. They were really helpful, some of them really going out of their way to help us out with whatever we needed.  Some hostels slept better than others but over all they always felt like home since we usually stayed at least two days.  When we did only book for single days, it was pretty easy to find a second hostel if we couldn’t extend our stay.
          My favourite part of this trip was the simple moments of outdoor climbing/hiking.  My first opportunity was some trees around Owen’s families’ place in the Philippines. Something about being perched in the trees while traffic and pedestrians passed me by, like being a ninja. I also like that it’s a work out that gets you thinking. So many options for paths you have take to get to the ultimate reward. Like the pass through the canopy of butterflies while we were climbing up some waterfalls near Kenting.   After some intense climbing, we reached a clearing that was loaded with butterflies. It felt like the scene in Disney’s Tarzan, when he brings Jane through the forest and they’re surrounded by birds. Instead it was butterflies and I got to skinny dipping in a waterfall and flash Shawn afterwards.

            When we were up north in the Banaue Rice Terrace, a traveler mentioned that we’d get tired of the waterfalls. I’m happy that he was wrong. They all had a different a way of getting to them, some involving tumbles off scooters.  On the same trip, a lady boy checking myself and Alex out while we changed into our swim suits. Still, the best was the Double Rainbow water fall our friend Carletta brought us to in Oslob. Even though we missed out on seeing the whale sharks, it was easily forgotten when we saw the amazingly clear waters and the slow motion videos we recorded.

            It’s always interesting that no matter how much footage you take of a trip, nothing can bring you back to the moment.  You can’t feel all the ocean waves accidentally knocking you over when you weren’t paying attention.  Still, we can take amazing panoramas and videos of yourself scootering through unorganized traffic to remind you why you should come back. It also reminds me of all the green space available to us in Vancouver so I hope random bike trails will happen.
Well as regular life slowly slips into my veins, I’m looking forward to adventures in 2014. I’m not sure how I’ve grown during the trip but I know I’ve learned to let a lot of things go. I hope I’ve learned to go with the flow when things don’t go as planned.  And also to try not to do much. Year of the horse….hmm..maybe turtle might be better.

Hong Kong oh snap

Well its 3:46 am in the morning and I'm watching some hockey. Nice bit of quite time on New Years day. Hong Kong has been pretty damn sweet. The city is pretty as f*ck but what's been awesome has been the hospitality of my friends and their family. Both Miss Chan and Wendy and her husband Lawrence have been super accommodating and entertaining.




Just found out that the theme for my sister's wedding is lavender which totally makes me happy. I'm flying out to Taiwan in a few days so hope to pick up a local porn mag before I roll. Its what Jay Onrait would want. Seen a lot of news stands with nothing but porn mags featured so I'm sure its a sign.


Ps Happy new years biiitches and loved ones

Philippines thus far

First off, this is in honor of the first post I was writing that somehow got wiped. RIP. The first week in the Philippines has been pretty awesome. Coming into to this trip, we left everything pretty open. The only thing we knew were the destinations and that at some point Shawn, Chan, Alex, Caro and I are gonna have an orgy.


Our first stop was Manila, where we were greeted at the airport by some cabbies that wanted to rip us off by charging 1900 pesos. But that didn't phase us since we grabbed an affordable 300 peso cab. We felt even more at home because the first two songs on the radio were Ironic by Alanis Morrisette and Incentive by Jan Arden. Hurray Canadian 90s pop. We arrived at Our Melting Pot hostel, which was on the fourth floor of a building in the business/tourist part of Manila in Makati.  We took a long ass nap after fun adventures trying to find local mini SIM cards for our phones.


We made plans to meet up with Oliver,  Owen's brother and his boss later in the evening. By that point, we met our roommate Graham, a cool British dude who had also just arrived in the Phil's. So after dinner, our merry group went out to check out their "strip clubs" which was more like a harem. When you walked into the dimly lit room, there were girls on the dance floor and some just sitting around. it wasn't really eventful but definitely the most expensive activity on this trip. Around that time Carol and Alex arrived, so we went to meet them at the hostel. We were informed at hostel that there was a reggae party going on close by, so after a short cab ride, we were there.


The show was sooooo dope. It was hosted at a warehouse but it had no ceiling,  making for a very wet dance floor from showers earlier. The booze was so cheap and the band was banging. They played mostly covers of Sublime, Marley and many other ska bands. My favourite part was the grill that served just about every part of the chicken you can think of. Chan fell in love with chicken intestine.  We danced the night away till 3 or 4 and eventually cabbed home.


Day two started off pretty simple,  checking out the mall of Asia.  It wasn't anything special apart from being really f*n big. The indoor ice skating rink was a cool surprise. The highlight was leaving the mall and chilling on the boardwalk, staring at the sunlight reflecting off the ocean. We eventually grabbed some beers and spent the rest of the afternoon drinking.


During our conversations someone brought up cock fighting. So that became our mission that evening. We took a cab to a cock fighting derby but the entrance fee was 900 pesos, which was insane! So we decided to peace out, which lead to a 40 min walk through the rain back to the hostel. Our walk took us through some slummy areas which really remind me of Ghana. Or Midgar in FF7 after the plates fell according to Shawn,  nerds...It was pretty rough seeing families sleeping on the concrete. It was kinda weird to finally make it to our clean metropolitan area.


Third day was suppose to simple: fly from Manila to Tagbiliran City and check out the Chocolate hills. But the universe had other plans and decided not to process our ticket purchase. We only discovered this when we got to the airport. So after some rescheduling and many card games, we were on our way to Cebu City, which was already in our plans.


We landed in Cebu pretty late and within minutes of checking in, we were grabbing street meat and beers with some guys from the hostel. Man was the booze cheap, 65 pesos for a litre of beer which is a lil over a dollar Canadian. We found out the three dudes, Aussie, American and French (I think) met while volunteering in Taklaban.  The beers flowed and eventually Aussie suggested that we go clubbing at a place  called Mango. Chan decided to hit the sack early since he downed 2 litres of beer in an hour plus he was up earlier than the rest of us that day.


Mangos was pretty bananas. Cheap cover which got you a free drink and a packed dance floor. Aussie was very generous with handing out beers, even when I didn't need anymore. Actually everyone was handing me drinks which just gave me more fuel to dance with cutest Japanese girl, Kumi. She had an ass and she could dance which made her all the finer. She rolled with a decent size crew which included her sister and a girly boy, who may have not been with them. It made for a fun guessing game but we definitely confirmed she was a girly boy. The night was pretty much perfect apart from a small incedent when Shawn thought he lost his cellphone but he forgot that I had borrowed it


The morning was spent enjoying a blunt to help get over the hang over. The weed was supplied by Joanne, a girl from Hong Kong who definitely has consumed more drugs than I ever will. But now she was trying to just stick with weed.


The afternoon was spent taking a to bus Maulbaul because it was something to check that was close. our earlier plan was to go to Oslob but it seemed too far for a day trip. It was a great decision. My favourite part of hostelling is meeting new people. That night we had the honor of meeting our Filipino angel, Carletta. She was an early thirties single mom that was spending the next year travelling around. We found out later, she had misdiagnosed with cancer but the scare was enough to make her sell her car and house and discover the world. She convinced us to go snorkeling with her the next morning which sounded awesome.


Our awesome new friend was able to get us a deal where we got dive in two spots for the price of one dive. By this point, Shawn was starting to get sick. But the promise of seeing turtles got him onboard. The catamaran ride to the dive spot was hella fun, seeing into the water and hanging over the edge. Snorkelling was salty as all hell but man was it worth it. The crazy colors of fish, the coral formations and the turtles! It was like they were flying underwater. I remember going off by myself at one point and seeing something coming at me in the distance. After a brief panic attack, I realized it was a turtle and I was soooo happy. I just followed until I lost track of it around some coral, sea ninjas!


Ill stop this here for now. More thoughts to come.


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