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Ah, the joy, the comfort, the mentality! I'm back in Canada, and I guess I'm happy in the sense of "satisfied". It was hotter and heavier than France when I set foot on soil, about 24 degrees, and an above average humidity rate, but it was apparently a "colder" day from a Canadian point of view. Good Ol' Kenta came to pick me up at the airport. I don't like passing customs and signing immigration papers all the time! It's boring and annoying. But if you want to control immigration it doesn't hurt to sign these papers.
But I mean, who could possibly answer "yes" to stuff like "Are you carrying any live endagered species of animal or plant?" or "Do you carry a monetary amount which 'conquers' (lawl) more than 10 000 canadian dollars?". Then again before living in Canada I had to sign up my first papers at the embassy with even better questions such as "Have you or members of your family ever been involved in a crime against humanity such as genocide, mass murder, war, individual murder or the extinction of a species" (Well not those very words, but around it). I wonder what the dudes who answer "Yes" get.
The plane ride was better than usual, I had a nice seat in Tempo, on the 2nd floor of a 747. It was my first time on a superior floor on a plane. It wasn't so different from the main floor, except that we were only 30 people, mostly all fully grown adults. There was one baby and I thought "Oh shit" but I never heard it during the flight so it's OK. Now you might think "good" but there is a "but" to this story. I was sitting next to a kid. Around 8 maybe, a little black girl. Throughout the trip she kept on looking at me all the time!!! It was really annoying, all of a sudden you see two white spots in the middle of a black face looking at you and you feel awkward. I was watching the Simpsons movie on my PSP and everytime I laughed she would look at me in a really serious manner which was sometimes disturbing. Not for like 2 seconds.... but for like 30 seconds to 1 minute non stop.... like trying to figure out the meaning of my being or something! Even when I just lifted my arm to scratch my head. And when she slept she would always put her elbow on the arm rest so there was no space for me! Damn kids!!
Other than that the seats were nice. If it weren't for that kid I would've had a perfect flight, at least I would've been less aggravated!
There was plenty of room for my legs, not as much as those seats in front of the exits, or First Class, but for an Economy class it was good!
There were some electronic boxes between the armrests and the wall, so there was enough room for me to put my bag, and take out my PSP and stuff that took up space in my bag. It's just the kid. That's all I wanted to be inexistent!!
Air France has made a lot of progress since the 90s now. The food is better, it was pretty good stuff. The staff is nicer, kinder, but once you try to start a conversation it's impossible. French will be French. You can't start a conversation after "How are you" with a flight attendant in France; You can only talk about the time, the destination, the service, what's with the airplane, and how's the captain. Nothing about yourself such as "I woke up at 4 for this flight" or "Is it hard being a flight attendant?". Try it. If you actually can engage a conversation, then it's an exception, or you're an attractive chick.
So there, 7 hours of flight. Pretty good compared to 8 hours usually. We had personal TVs, with 12 movies to choose from. Mostly boring ass emo french movies like "Conversation with my Gardener" or "Pur Weekend" "J'veux pas que tu t'en ailles" or "Le prix a payer". Jeez when I re-read this I feel like the makers had nothing better to do than crappy movies, and ran out of time to pick a title for their movie. What the fuck kind of movie titles are these?!
Then there were the better and funner american movies like Ass Pirates of the Caribbean meet the Chinese Sons of Bitches, Shrek the Third, Spider Balls 3, The Hoax, George Clooney and Brad Pitt hold up yet a third Casino, aaaannnnnd Mr.Bean's Holiday!! Yay! I watched the latter, because I love Mr.Bean, but I didn't expect the movie to be all about France, so it was unexpected.... and it sucked to see France again when being on the plane to Canada -__-". Overall it's an OK movie, it's not as good as the series, but it's OK. I still haven't seen the first one so I don't know if it's better or not.
Then I arrived in Toronto. This time the plane did not fly above York U. Last time I saw the campus from the plane I was psyched, but not this time. Meh. Once arrived I had to get to the customs, and pass what I call the "Hall of Death" where millions of people line up for about 30 booths where customs people ask you obvious questions such as "What's your name" when it's written on your passport and immigration card, and stuff like "where do you live." Then comes the killer questions: "Why are you in Canada", "What do you do", "Who sends you", "Who do you work for". Jeez I thought Canada was a free country, what is this; a mafioso hunt down?! The question that disturbs me the most is "Why are you in Canada", not only does it feel like they're trying to make you spit out something like "OK OK I ADMIT IT IM SELLING DRUGS PLEASE DON'T KILL ME" or since I'm the sarcastic and playful type I would love to answer "Why not?" But then you won't be hearing from me for a while.
I got lucky at the customs and arrived amongst the first people. But it figures it's not so good; When I arrived at the luggage trail, I had to wait about 30 minutes for my bag to come (if not more), amongst Chinese people with 10 bags, Indians with 4 kids and as many bags as the Chinese (all lifted by the mother!), one French guy with his adopted kids running around screaming and getting hit by cases and trollies and then crying out loud, and old ladies walking in front of me, blocking my view with their fat asses. I told Kenta to come at 1 to pick me up, but by the time I got my bags it was about 3! Luckily he was there, and we went to his house, where we spoke a mix of Japanese and English, and recorded my brand new song! Yay!
Heh, in the school's newspaper I also got tonnes of discounts at BURGER KING for example by one get one free, or two can dine for 7 bucks or something. Free burgers, tonnes of discounts, free food.... no doubt, this is is Canada!
Today I attended the York *something* Fair, where every club at York promotes itself in booths. I signed up to the Japanese club, the Chinese club, the radio, the international club and the intramural sports club. It was funny to see the representatives of each club. The engineering club was all Chinese, the east African club was all Indonesian (wtf), the science and maths club was Chinese too.
The intramural sports club sounds fun, we compete against other residences in a chosen sport. I chose golf, broom ball, volleyball, and some other lazy sports I like. The dude at the booth was some weird ass nerd with a childish voice.
I go up to him:
-Hey there!
-Hi! How's it going?
-Pretty good! How bout you?
-Pretty good!
-So what do you have for me here?
-Go ahead! Ask me questions!
-Huh?
-You got the questions, I got the answers!
-Well yea I asked "What do you have for me"...
-What do I have for you? Well what do you have for me??
-*wtf he answers with questions?!* ... well you'll have my membership if you tell me what you got for me! So, what's your club about??
Then the guy looks at me through his glasses and starts laughing and pointing at me with a real white and nerdy laugh
-Hahahaha! Hhahahahha! hahahahah!! You're funny! I like you, you're a funny guy! hahahahah!
-*wtf* k.... jeez just tell me what your club is!
Then we went on and I signed up. This guy was weird. Maybe he was just trying to befriend me, but failed.
So it seems I'm gonna have a pretty busy year, finally!
My suite mates are pretty cool ish.... one's a rebel against society and dresses like white guys who play DDR all day long with big ass baggy pants with chains, and piercings, then the other's an exchange student from Romania (she's single, but is sentimental, so no sex for her dispite her big boobs and well shaped legs and ass). And an hour or two ago her room mate moved in. A little Chinese girl. She's 17, she's a freshman, and she's studying chemistry. No doubt, she's Chinese. She's rather petite but not ugly, phew.
So yes we are basically 2 dudes with 4 chicks. What are the odds of that. I thought I was the only dude amongst 5 chicks when I first moved in before meeting the other dude. That would have been a manga situation.
Oh well.
So this about concludes my first days back in Canada. Let's hope every day's as fulfilling as these past ones.
And fuck France.
Back in Toronto, with love,
-Teoman
But I mean, who could possibly answer "yes" to stuff like "Are you carrying any live endagered species of animal or plant?" or "Do you carry a monetary amount which 'conquers' (lawl) more than 10 000 canadian dollars?". Then again before living in Canada I had to sign up my first papers at the embassy with even better questions such as "Have you or members of your family ever been involved in a crime against humanity such as genocide, mass murder, war, individual murder or the extinction of a species" (Well not those very words, but around it). I wonder what the dudes who answer "Yes" get.
The plane ride was better than usual, I had a nice seat in Tempo, on the 2nd floor of a 747. It was my first time on a superior floor on a plane. It wasn't so different from the main floor, except that we were only 30 people, mostly all fully grown adults. There was one baby and I thought "Oh shit" but I never heard it during the flight so it's OK. Now you might think "good" but there is a "but" to this story. I was sitting next to a kid. Around 8 maybe, a little black girl. Throughout the trip she kept on looking at me all the time!!! It was really annoying, all of a sudden you see two white spots in the middle of a black face looking at you and you feel awkward. I was watching the Simpsons movie on my PSP and everytime I laughed she would look at me in a really serious manner which was sometimes disturbing. Not for like 2 seconds.... but for like 30 seconds to 1 minute non stop.... like trying to figure out the meaning of my being or something! Even when I just lifted my arm to scratch my head. And when she slept she would always put her elbow on the arm rest so there was no space for me! Damn kids!!
Other than that the seats were nice. If it weren't for that kid I would've had a perfect flight, at least I would've been less aggravated!
There was plenty of room for my legs, not as much as those seats in front of the exits, or First Class, but for an Economy class it was good!
There were some electronic boxes between the armrests and the wall, so there was enough room for me to put my bag, and take out my PSP and stuff that took up space in my bag. It's just the kid. That's all I wanted to be inexistent!!
Air France has made a lot of progress since the 90s now. The food is better, it was pretty good stuff. The staff is nicer, kinder, but once you try to start a conversation it's impossible. French will be French. You can't start a conversation after "How are you" with a flight attendant in France; You can only talk about the time, the destination, the service, what's with the airplane, and how's the captain. Nothing about yourself such as "I woke up at 4 for this flight" or "Is it hard being a flight attendant?". Try it. If you actually can engage a conversation, then it's an exception, or you're an attractive chick.
So there, 7 hours of flight. Pretty good compared to 8 hours usually. We had personal TVs, with 12 movies to choose from. Mostly boring ass emo french movies like "Conversation with my Gardener" or "Pur Weekend" "J'veux pas que tu t'en ailles" or "Le prix a payer". Jeez when I re-read this I feel like the makers had nothing better to do than crappy movies, and ran out of time to pick a title for their movie. What the fuck kind of movie titles are these?!
Then there were the better and funner american movies like Ass Pirates of the Caribbean meet the Chinese Sons of Bitches, Shrek the Third, Spider Balls 3, The Hoax, George Clooney and Brad Pitt hold up yet a third Casino, aaaannnnnd Mr.Bean's Holiday!! Yay! I watched the latter, because I love Mr.Bean, but I didn't expect the movie to be all about France, so it was unexpected.... and it sucked to see France again when being on the plane to Canada -__-". Overall it's an OK movie, it's not as good as the series, but it's OK. I still haven't seen the first one so I don't know if it's better or not.
Then I arrived in Toronto. This time the plane did not fly above York U. Last time I saw the campus from the plane I was psyched, but not this time. Meh. Once arrived I had to get to the customs, and pass what I call the "Hall of Death" where millions of people line up for about 30 booths where customs people ask you obvious questions such as "What's your name" when it's written on your passport and immigration card, and stuff like "where do you live." Then comes the killer questions: "Why are you in Canada", "What do you do", "Who sends you", "Who do you work for". Jeez I thought Canada was a free country, what is this; a mafioso hunt down?! The question that disturbs me the most is "Why are you in Canada", not only does it feel like they're trying to make you spit out something like "OK OK I ADMIT IT IM SELLING DRUGS PLEASE DON'T KILL ME" or since I'm the sarcastic and playful type I would love to answer "Why not?" But then you won't be hearing from me for a while.
I got lucky at the customs and arrived amongst the first people. But it figures it's not so good; When I arrived at the luggage trail, I had to wait about 30 minutes for my bag to come (if not more), amongst Chinese people with 10 bags, Indians with 4 kids and as many bags as the Chinese (all lifted by the mother!), one French guy with his adopted kids running around screaming and getting hit by cases and trollies and then crying out loud, and old ladies walking in front of me, blocking my view with their fat asses. I told Kenta to come at 1 to pick me up, but by the time I got my bags it was about 3! Luckily he was there, and we went to his house, where we spoke a mix of Japanese and English, and recorded my brand new song! Yay!
The End
The next day we loaded the van with my stuff and went our way to York. The bigger, better, and less secure campus of York, on Keele street. And what a campus, there are tonnes of clubs, restaurants, and you know how they say that the best things in life are free? Well guess what, I got free lunch, free gum and free drinks today. I only spent my money on the new Baconator from Wendy's. It was yummy, but too greasy. You can taste the oil.Heh, in the school's newspaper I also got tonnes of discounts at BURGER KING for example by one get one free, or two can dine for 7 bucks or something. Free burgers, tonnes of discounts, free food.... no doubt, this is is Canada!
Today I attended the York *something* Fair, where every club at York promotes itself in booths. I signed up to the Japanese club, the Chinese club, the radio, the international club and the intramural sports club. It was funny to see the representatives of each club. The engineering club was all Chinese, the east African club was all Indonesian (wtf), the science and maths club was Chinese too.
The intramural sports club sounds fun, we compete against other residences in a chosen sport. I chose golf, broom ball, volleyball, and some other lazy sports I like. The dude at the booth was some weird ass nerd with a childish voice.
I go up to him:
-Hey there!
-Hi! How's it going?
-Pretty good! How bout you?
-Pretty good!
-So what do you have for me here?
-Go ahead! Ask me questions!
-Huh?
-You got the questions, I got the answers!
-Well yea I asked "What do you have for me"...
-What do I have for you? Well what do you have for me??
-*wtf he answers with questions?!* ... well you'll have my membership if you tell me what you got for me! So, what's your club about??
Then the guy looks at me through his glasses and starts laughing and pointing at me with a real white and nerdy laugh
-Hahahaha! Hhahahahha! hahahahah!! You're funny! I like you, you're a funny guy! hahahahah!
-*wtf* k.... jeez just tell me what your club is!
Then we went on and I signed up. This guy was weird. Maybe he was just trying to befriend me, but failed.
So it seems I'm gonna have a pretty busy year, finally!
My suite mates are pretty cool ish.... one's a rebel against society and dresses like white guys who play DDR all day long with big ass baggy pants with chains, and piercings, then the other's an exchange student from Romania (she's single, but is sentimental, so no sex for her dispite her big boobs and well shaped legs and ass). And an hour or two ago her room mate moved in. A little Chinese girl. She's 17, she's a freshman, and she's studying chemistry. No doubt, she's Chinese. She's rather petite but not ugly, phew.
So yes we are basically 2 dudes with 4 chicks. What are the odds of that. I thought I was the only dude amongst 5 chicks when I first moved in before meeting the other dude. That would have been a manga situation.
Oh well.
So this about concludes my first days back in Canada. Let's hope every day's as fulfilling as these past ones.
And fuck France.
Back in Toronto, with love,
-Teoman
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