Saturday, August 22, 2009

More Pictures of Beag and drink recipes












Trevor: if you could grab vodka, melon liquer, peach schnapp, Orange Juice, Cranberry Juice and Grapefruit Juice I would be able to make these following drinks without a shaker...

Sex on the Beach--3 Vodka 2 Peach Schnapp 2/3 Orange Juice 1/3 Cranberry Juice
Pearl Harbor--3 Vodka 2 Melon Liquer Pineapple Juice
Melon Ball--3 Vodka 2 Melon Liquer Orange Juice
Fuzzy Navel--3 Vodka 2 Peach Schnapp Orange Juice
Killer Kool-aid--3 Vodka 2 Melon Liquer Cranberry
Sea Breeze-5 Vodka 2/3 Grapefruit 1/3 Cranberry
Sex Symbol (shooters)--3 vodka 1/4 Melon Liquer
Cape Code--5 vodka Cranberry
Greyhound--5 Vodka Grapefruit
Screw Driver--5 Vodka Orange Juice

Drinking Games

Ring of Fire
A Waterfall
2 You
3 Me
4 Whores
5 Give
6 Dicks
7 Heaven
8 Mate
9 Rhyme
10 RPS
J Thumb
Q Catergories
K Rule



If you break the ring of fire=drink
If you topple the cards over the bottle=drink


To the Bar and Back
Say higher or lower going forward and back. If you get it wrong you take a sip

I also learned how to play fuck the dealer...but totally forgot at this moment

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

incoherent-ness

wine bar--last night at Trois Riviere
piknicelectronik--looks like a spring (except it's summer) party outdoors
zumba class--so sore but fun

liz's surprise breakfast tomorrow!
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aug. 20. Beag is sleepin by my feet right now. Il est très mignon. I took more pictures of him. I'll post them a little later.
Took Liz to a Zumba class for her birthday present. Feeling the burn from Tuesday's class. I don't think I would be going back anymore though. I want to find a good French class soon. I hope everyone is well!
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August 21, 2009
They say that good things come to the people who are patient. But these things are always uncertain. I guess I could have waited for the other two people to respond to me before signing that lease. But one called me to look at her place later on that afternoon and one just now. What if I didn’t like these places then I would have lost this room. I would have remained in the state of complete nothingness just b/c I was waiting for something better to possibly come along. I like certainty and security, it seems. But this possibility of something better, because it does sound better, irks me. And I think of the lost I made when I agreed to the guy on the plateau. The Chinese apartment was actually really good and resourceful as well. They were really nice to me. But I have settled for this apartment and I know I would get use to it like I get use to everything and I’m sure I could manage…but it is not ideal at this point in time. I am sure it will be though. It’ll have to be.

Friday, August 14, 2009

feeling fed up with apartment hunting today

evening: call me crazy but i just made a confirmation on the place I saw thursday...$525 not including electricity and Internet...might turn out to be $550-570 a month. I am tired of searching for a place and this might be the best I could get...fuck it!

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so as she didn't reply back yet, I called her yesterday...cancelled...and switched my commitment to another place yesterday (sunday) for a smaller less nicer room shared with another student in a basement of an apartment. lol ghetto...BUT it's $430 a month plus internet. I have to buy my own kitchen pots and pans and everything though. And I have to give her a 300 dollar deposit and first month's rent today. Here goes some major impulse buying. It also doesn't have a washer and dryer but I'm sure I could live with that...
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So it's illegal in Quebec to ask for a deposit but she's going against that...thought I'd feel happier after the signing but...something feels off...I hope I could shake out of it soon. It's nothing like what I had hoped for.
...

wasn't sure whether i would record this but as my memory of this dream slowly slips away i feel i should dissect it while i still have part of it. It took place in the delivery room with a first person perspective of the woman in labour. As she was pushing and giving full trust to the nurse and doctor...as she was contracting...as they were measuring her...they stopped altogether because the woman had been of suspect for something mischievous...She probably was guilty of something i did not know what...it was probably something horrible...but the questioning and idling took hours...and i watched the focus being shifted so drastically that the birth was no longer a subject
Two three hours must have passed by in the dream state. And as the focus turned back to the unborn it was acknowledged that it was too late. I saw the hopeless look in the woman's face and heard the nurse say, "you could just shake it out". No questions, no sympathy...no apology.
And I saw the woman argue with the doctor a couple days later when she regained her strength. I saw how she tried to stay collective and reason with him...how could he have let this happen. And the doctor reasoned back--that it was all part of procedure that she was guilty of something...that she was in the wrong. I saw her grew quiet and left.
Then she drew a weapon. Her laptop...her address book and the emails to local newspapers...and she began to tell her story. Half awake, i wept as she wept...writing down every ounce of disbelief how this could be 'normal' and 'accepted'. A knock on the door. It sounded to be the doctor. She sent out half the written story...just for keeps sake...and she cowered under the table. I couldn't dream anymore.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Cocktails

I'm sharing part of what I'm learning with you guys as I'm studying =)

Melon Ball
Collins-Stir
3/4 oz Vodka
1/2 oz Melon Liqueur
Orange Juice
Garnish: Orange

Fuzzy Naval
Collins-Straight
3/4 oz Vodka
1/2 oz Peach Schnapps
Orange Juice
Garnish: Orange

Killer Kool-Aid
Collins-Stir
3/4 oz Vodka
1/2 oz Melon liqueur
Cranberry Juice
Garnish: Lemon

Sea Breaze
Collins-straight
1 and 1/4 oz Vodka
2/3 Grapefruit Juice
1/3 Cranberry Juice
Garnish: Orange

Alabama Slammer
Collins-Shake
1/2 oz Amaretto
1/2 oz Southern Comfort
1/4 oz Sloe Gin
Orange Juice
Garnish: Orange

Singapore Sling
Zombie-Float
1/2 oz Grenadine
1/3 Orange Juice
1/3 Pineapple Juice
1/3 Bar mix
3/4 oz Dry Gin
1/2 oz Sloe Gine
1/4 oz Triple Sec
Garnish: The works

Screwdriver
1 1/4 vodka and fill with orange juice

Tequila Sunrise
1 1/4 tequila fill with orange juice and top with Grenadine

Long Island Ice Tea
1/4 vodka 1/4 white rum 1/4 dry gin 1/4 tequila 1/4 triple sec
fill with bar mix(which is lemon/lime juice). shake and top with coke

Sour
1 1/4 Canadian Whisky. 1 tsb sugar. Bar Mix. shake and serve

Tom Collins
1 1/4 Dry Gin
1 tsb sugar
3/4 bar mix
shake and top with seven up or club soda

Manhattan
1 1/4 Canadian Whisky
1/2 sweet vermouth
2 drops of angostora bitter

Sex on the Beach
3/4 vodka
1/2 peach schnapps
1/3 cranberry juice

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Beag

So as I was trying to get some work done...searching for places and making decisions...Beag decided to sit right on top of my notebook. hehe. so I gave him a lot of attention and then a photoshoot










b/c piam wants to know


Sunday, August 9, 2009

untitled

i'm at liz's right now. watched the fireworks yesterday. need to find a place. write more later =)

August 10 2009
There has been very little time for self reflection here in Montreal/Trois Riviere. I have been away from home for two months now and everyday it just seems to be like “go, go, go”. I haven’t yet settled down yet in terms of a place and belonging. I haven’t yet found a job or have found a place to practice my French without sounding stupid. I am experiencing a lot though (on the go). Laying here at one in the morning, I try to recollect my whereabouts and experiences. I feel like it is necessary for me to slow down and breathe and acknowledge what has been happening.--perhaps to value it more.

A question was asked in class the other day—what would I like to do in life. I’ve mumbled something like a lot of stuff and I don’t know yet. That’s what I am here to discover and so on. I would like to bungee jump. Dumb answers like that. I don’t plan very well. I walk one step at a time and I measure out what is desired and attainable. I wish I could have been learning French and staying in Montreal through different means perhaps for school or for a job and with a more solid purpose. But opportunities for me to do such a thing were slim so I carved my own way--with the motivation of several friends--I found courage to push a thought into practice. One of the workers from the catering place I worked in, his name was Chris, I think, told me to “just go…you won’t regret it and you can’t imagine the things that you would learn…that’s my only advice for you, just go”. He is right I have learned a lot in terms of seeing and experiencing a different place and environment and being on my own. In a way, I am living out “what I want to do in life”. I thought the hard part was telling my parents and getting here. I can’t tell you how difficult it is sometimes to feel an empty pit in my stomach and thinking that I’ve gone nowhere with this…with my French and establishing a sense of belonging while watching my bank digits decrease as I am unemployed. It’s frustrating. But in the end, I figure, if I could accomplish this, I could really do anything. And it’s something that I could personally be proud of.

Afternoon of Tuesday:

I guess I am a bit stuck and reflection generally makes me more solemn. Staying in Trois Riviere was an experience. I think I’ve drank and partied more there than I had in my entire life. I had also learned and practiced more French than I ever would if I had stayed in Vancouver. I met a lot of amazing people, people who I think I would keep in touch with for the rest of my life. And as I was leaving the program I felt like I would be excited to get back to Montreal and begin to settle down, finally—find a place, find a job and learn French—carving my own paths again. There’s no schedule and no guidelines, no classes at the moment (except for bartending). I don’t know how to practice my French. I tried it in the Starbucks I’m sitting in at the moment. (I couldn’t get internet to work at Liz’s place.) So I said a sentence and it’s going well then I saw the confused look in his face. I switched to English. Do they get offended if I speak in really bad French? I’m worried that I might not be able to find a job…I feel like this might be a hindrance towards me finding a place. As yesterday’s interview, the guy was like, yes, it is important to speak French even if you want to go into bartending. Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Everything seems to be a downer and I’m waiting for some sort of light to shine through this situation.
And as for yesterday’s place…I don’t think we clicked very well. I was super tired so I was in my mumbling mode and it felt really awkward. I was pretty much done but couldn’t leave because he offered me tea and the tea was still very hot. I fucken told him that…oh my honesty would take me nowhere. I like the location and I like the space but there’s a couple downfall as well. The laundry room is crammed, small and unorganized. The room is huge and unfurnished (no closet space). There’s just a bed in there. He picked his other roommate and it’s a guy as well so I feel like the toilet seat will always be up. I feel like I am being judged a lot…it seems like he doubts that I could live with roommates because I don’t have a lot of experience with it other than the last couple of months. He wants someone who is sociable and I told him that I like my alone time as well. I know I didn’t sell myself very well last night but I don’t seem to care at the moment.

It’s depressing. I could shape my personality anyway I want here. I could revamp who I am or who I think I am to someone that … I don’t know. I want change. I don’t think I’ve ever had this big of an opportunity for change where I could recreate my identity. I am a nobody and my identity is questioned and doubted. Expand later.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Dix Minutes Présentation--Le dernier.

Cette expérience s’est passée il y a cinq semaines. Il était environ neuf heures et demi en un vendredi. Ma coloc et moi n’avons pas envie de rejoindre nos autres colocs dans une soirée. Donc, nous nous sommes assis sur le canapé et nous nous sommes renseignés notre voyage au Québec le jour suivant.




Mais, peu après, nous étions très ennuyée. Je me suis souvenu de la dernière fois lorsque nous sommes sorties à Chasse Gallérie, nous avions vu un observatoire. Je lui avais demandé si elle souhaite s’habiller en noir et en cachette dans le bâtiment. Ce serait une aventure! Nous ne nous étions pas habillés en noir, mais nous sommes allées à l’observatoire (2. Observatoire).





Là, à l’extérieur du observatoire, il y a deux gardes de sécurité. Nous leur avons demandé si l’observatoire est ouvert. Ils nous ont dit de l’observatoire n’a pas de travaille pendant les cinq à sept ans et le bâtiment est utilisé seulement pour des cours. C’est dommage. Nous étions déçues. Mais, après les gardes de sécurité sont partis, nous sommes entrée l’observatoire parce que nous voulions voir par nous-mêmes. C’est un magnifique bâtiment avec le escalier en colimaçon (3. escalier en colimaçon).


Nous sommes montées le escalier en colimaçon.


Les couloirs ont été complément vide. Les salles de classe ont tous verrouillées. Il a été faible.





Finalement, ma coloc a trouvé la salle qui mène à l’étage du télescope (4. La Salle). La porte est bien verrouillée. Nous avons envisagé plusieurs options. Nous ne savons pas comment prendre des serrures. Nous ne devrions pas briser le verre. Nous avons éteint quelques lumières afin que nous puissions mieux voir dans la salle.





Nous nous sommes aperçu les escaliers en colimaçon qui donnent accès à un trou noir, des affiches et un bureau. Nous avons décidé à explorer plus le bâtiment.




J’ai découvert des cameras de sécurité, alors je leur ai fait signe




Il était un bâtiment laboratoire, donc il y avait les douches d’urgence et laveurs des yeux dans le corridor. Nous sommes descendues quelques escaliers et nous avons trouvé nous-mêmes à souterraine.



Il était noir et il faisait chaud. Les corridors était super étroits et le plafond était bas.




Il était assez drôle quand je regardais mon colocataire frappant sur les portes pour se renseigner s’ils étaient creux. Elle marchait comme un dessin animé. Je me attendais à quelqu’un qui nous verrions par la fenêtre ou un garde de sécurité qui marchait autour du campus de pourrait nous trouver.




Le bâtiment était comme un labyrinthe. Nous avons fini dans un tunnel : ce tunnel souterraine était un lien entre touts les bâtiments. Cet endroit faisait très chaud. Les murs étaient blancs et il y avait les tuyaux partout. Il y avait les bureaux et les chaises (7. les chaises).



Nous avons entendu les bruits et je rechignerais à continuer. Mais, mon colocataire semblait comme elle s’amusait. Donc, je l’ai suivi n’importe quelle sa décision. Elle a continué. Le tunnel a séparé. (tunnel a séparé)




Nous avons eu deux choix. J’ai regardé au derrière de mon coloc et j’ai vu un figure noir marchant vers nous. J’ai chuchoté, « il y a quelqu’un là! » . Alors, nous nous sauvions et nous avons pris le deuxième tunnel. Il donnait accès au sous-sol du CAPS (8. Sous-sol du CAPS). J’ai soupi (sighed) en soulagement espérant que nous avons eu trouvé une sortie. Nous avons essayé touts les portes.
Il y avait un autre camera de sécurité ici. Nous avons essayé la porte au dehors. Il était barré à l’intérieur aussi. Donc, nous devrions revenir au tunnel. Pendant notre promenade, nous avons vu une carte sur le mur (9. Une Carte).




Quand je regardais la carte, mon coloc a trouvé des lunettes de soleil et les a essayé. Elle m’a demandé si je les aimait. Je rirais et j’ai dit « pas de tout ». Elle m’a répondu « c’est dommage » et les a remplacés. Nous avons pris l’autre tunnel où l’homme marchait. Nous avons trouvé des escaliers et nous les sommes montés. J’aime ces genres d’aventures, mais nous étions là pendant quarante minutes. Je tenais mon dictionnaire près de mon cœur et je sautais derrière d’elle. C’était amusant. Il y avait une salle avec un grosse poubelle et une piste sombre à la gauche. Je réfléchissais que je ne veux pas aller là et j’ai entendu mon coloc disait quelque chose et j’ai crié « non! ». J’avais peur. Je ne peux pas mieux expliquer en mots.

Alors, nous sommes montés les escaliers et avons trouvé un bâtiment familier. Nous avons su où était la sortie et comment de revenir à notre appartement. Cependant, nous avons du passer le garde de sécurité. Quand nous passions, nous avons essayé d’avoir l’air normale. Il nous a dit quelque chose en français que je n’ai pas compris. Alors, j’ai rendu compte…qu’il a dit qu’il nous regardions d’un bâtiment à l’autre…et il a dit à mon coloc…des lunettes est bons!



C’était très drôle et une expérience amusante. Ma coloc appelle cette étroit la catacombe après. La prise de ces photos tout seul, a été effrayant mais il me fait rappeler comment amusant il a été d’explorer un nouveau lieu avec un amie.