Lag in Brain Processing

I'm finally back.  So much has changed, yet so little.  My half brothers, I just found out how old they are.  Grade 7 and 8... mental note 12 and 13 yrs of age as of September 2003.  My stepmother convinced my dad that she needed a Mercedes Benz.  That biatch!

Keith and Sass, two high school sweethearts came by today.  Both being the same age as I am (26), they haven't married yet, but already have two adorable kids that they love.  We drove out to the house that they bought a while back... went to check on the brick colour they chose for their soon to be built home.  We talked about old friends, and I listened to them argue about which MP would be the better choice for their family.  Keith tells me he chose the location for the home because it was safe for the children.  OMFG... am I that old already?

It seems like I've been living in a little dream life in Shanghai.  Everyone here is settling down and I'm still that headless chicken running around.  Friends getting married, making decisions about buying a car, mortgage payments for their home, planning that trip together, picking brick colours for their home!  Geez...  Where are YOU in life right now?  It seems everyone has an idea now, more or less, of where they want to go...

The border checks at Vancouver were quite strict.  Nearly peed my pants for fear I'd have to open up my luggage.  They had a sniffer dog there.  The dog was so diligent in making sure everything was clean.  On purpose, I let my suitcase swing around once on the conveyor belt because the dog was near me.  When the dog left, I quickly hauled my suitcase towards the gate... just to see the dog waiting.  It came near me and the guard asked me whether there was food in my suitcase.  Thank God that was all.

In China, DVD's are $2 Canadian Dollars each, so let's say you had about 120 with you, it would have cost a whopping $240 CDN (vs the $3,000 or so you'd normally spend).  Movies and shows like Matrix 2, Friends seasons 1 - 9 (every episode), 24 Seasons 1 & 2, the James Bond box set of all his movies (20 total) and many more.  A fake pair of Nike Air Force Ones are about $25 CDN.  And on and on...

I'm going to Hamilton to chill with my bro tomorrow and day after.

So jet lagged...

Me sleep now.

Party this weekend in Toronto.

"The place is called Volume Lounge. It's on the south side of King West, near Bathurst. UPDATE: They play house, there's no dress code and cover is FREE provided you show up BEFORE 12."

What? No Hip Hop?

18 Hours

Is the amount of time it will take me to fly to Toronto.  My flight from Shanghai, Pudong Airport is tomorrow afternoon at 4pm.

See you sooooooon!

Your Song

This Saturday September 13, 2003, Solstice and Incognito "FINALLY" @ D8!  Sinful RnB, Hip Hop and House music.

I didn't really like this flyer, I like the font but when I was told to design the flyer, I was told to take a scene from Lenny Kravitz's Are You Gonna Go My Way video.  Reason being, D8's dance floor is kinda shaped like a dome inside, completely surrounded by a video screen so the guy we promote with, Tony, wanted to see that kind of effect.  There goes my hot chick and some text routine.  This took me a while to do

I watched Moulin Rouge for the first time yesterday.  Great production!  Since I've been doing events and marketing, I've started to notice the little things in movies, shows and events.  I see the product placements (there was a bottle of Moet in there) and the colours, the lighting.  All this stuff is such an art, must be so difficult to put together, let alone create in one's imagination.

I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
While you're in the world

Great song, I wonder if Elton John wrote it for a guy.  Kinda takes the romance out of the whole thing.  Well, I know it's your thing Kirb, Marv.

Friendsterrr Snob

I'm sorry about my last blog.  It was kinda rude.  I'm told that when drunk, I'm rude, belligerent and have very little regard for manners.  I also get really tired and have a tendency to pass out in less than flattering positions, but I suppose going out til 5am a couple nights in a row will have its toll on a person.

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm a motherfukken' P-I-M-P

I'm also told that I dance like I'm in a rap video.

I'm confident that most of you netheads out there are on Friendster.  It's been around for a while, but back in about April or so, everyone here in Shanghai was on it.  Creating profiles, inviting friends, making testimonials and searching for hotties.  After a while, it got a little ridiculous.  My friend Andy had a whole slew of fakes.  He was friends with Optimus Prime, Hulk Hogan, Winnie Cooper (yes THE Winnie Cooper) and Wonder Woman.  Anyways, it got stale real quick, and within 3 weeks, everyone who spent a couple hours a day on Friendster stopped.

There has been a resurgence lately, everyone in Toronto and parts of the US have been signing on recently.  The problem is that there are some requests that have been made to me that I really don't want to add to my list.  Friendster is a great tool, I've found a lot of old friends on it that I never thought I'd hear from again.  However, there are some people that you don't keep in touch with on purpose with reason.  Oh well.

Happy Birthdays to Jascha, Kadina, Monica and Frances!

Ballin'

Work for me, officially starts at 9:30am in the morning.  I'm usually the first one here, arriving at 9 or so.  I like being here alone because no one bothers me with shit, and I can really concentrate on getting things done.

But this morning, it was extremely hard to wake up.  I just rolled into the office, and it's 11:30am right now.  We balled last night like a motherfucker.  The night began really shitty.  I was at work until 9pm last night, not an unusual thing for me at the office.  Had a late dinner at a shitty Jap noodle place with my friend Ben.  When we got out, he wanted to go to a golf store so I just slept in the lawn chair there until he picked up shit he needed.  Then it was on to D8, it's a nice looking bar, but also has a shady KTV area beside it.  All the KTV hostesses were chilling at the bar, but Ben and I were just by ourselves.  Shitty!

It wasn't until we got to Pegasus... and partying with the boys... a bottle of Chivas first came.  Then two bottles of Absolut.  The 2 bottles of Moet.  And my God, another bottle of Absolut.  I was out until 5am, and at 10:40 I bounced out of bed brushed my teeth and ran out the door.

I just realized that I don't really know what to say to girls when they are looking at me from across the room and smiling.  What?  Staring problems?  I tried to wing for my friend last night, but I don't think it was too successful.  She was a 6 foot model from Xi'an.  And then there was this hip hop dancer teacher girl, who I thought was kind of cute and had lowriders that were all up in her grill who kept smiling at me.  Tito urged me to chat it up, and so we did, but all these random guys would come by and hug her and shit, I was like WTF?  Way too much attention.  But she's got great taste in music!  But WTF right?

There's this intern at work.  His name is Windmix.  I KNOW!  Anyways, one of the guys I work for, Tony, can't get his name right.  Calls him Wingspan.  And then, our other intern, calls him Winfax.  So now the inside joke in the office seems to be to find different names for him.  Tito emailed couple days ago and called him Windpipe.  Just like from the funny movies where people don't get the name right!  I just sent one last night referring to him as Windmill.  Let's see, Winamp, Windtunnel, Wingnut...

I've got to stop these incessant ramblings on a hangover morning.