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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBRn8yeyp7ImA9WhRaFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000149254305022145</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:25:57.193-08:00</updated><category term="Toronto" /><category term="regret" /><category term="poem" /><category term="gaurd" /><category term="that look" /><category term="Asia" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="nature" /><category term="life lessons" /><category term="opportunity" /><category term="train" /><category term="Hiroshima" /><category term="Miyazaki" /><category term="The Canadiana" /><category term="Chinatown" /><category term="Greyhound Bus" /><category term="new chance" /><category term="travel" /><category term="last work at farm" /><category term="farm work" /><category term="2009 reflection" /><category term="Vancouver" /><category term="Japan" /><category term="cherries" /><category term="family" /><category term="pain" /><category term="search" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="mountains" /><category term="love" /><category term="working holiday" /><category term="protection" /><category term="past" /><category term="friends" /><title>あたしのブログ</title><subtitle type="html">About life and travel.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kittikatzblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kittikatzblog.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>吉田土菜</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104023292419046579736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mywb3vQS_BY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YyLkFxk12ag/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/HRVRR" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/hrvrr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFQ3gzfSp7ImA9WhRXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000149254305022145.post-6882303036936591492</id><published>2011-12-24T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:25:12.685-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T16:25:12.685-08:00</app:edited><title>Where am I now</title><content type="html">Me and the fiance is now back in Newfoundland about a month now.&lt;br /&gt;
Our next&amp;nbsp;plans&amp;nbsp;are taking us on our honeymoon YES before were married.&lt;br /&gt;
Were going to London, then train to Amsterdam and Paris.&lt;br /&gt;
Then off to India, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Hong Kong and then back to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;
I cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000149254305022145-6882303036936591492?l=kittikatzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had a nice meet up but nothing really&amp;nbsp;romantically&amp;nbsp;happened until about 2 months after and we go to know each other better. Even through some hard times we grew to be in each others company and he and I are similar in many ways and different in others to keep life interesting. We are both now in Oyama, in BC.&lt;br /&gt;
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We was drawn by the name, so fate had us in Kelowna scared in a&amp;nbsp;McDonald's&amp;nbsp;with lots of luggage. I luckily found a far hiring in Oyama after someone recommended the area at Greyhound stop. We ave been here, first staying in our tent, which got so hot to later in a trailer that is put up for people working on farm. We got the job as Sorters for cherries. It was not as easy as we thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next store is about 40 minutes walk, and so expensive. But was te best way to cool off was there becuse of the lake beach and the iced drinks. The&amp;nbsp;cheaper&amp;nbsp;foods to buy was 3 hours walk or by bus, which only operates to our&amp;nbsp;location&amp;nbsp;Mon-Friday. The walking helped us to loose some weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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We just got word about next job in travels in Lake Louise,&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;is in Banff Alberta, working as housekeepers in HI-Hostel Lake Louise. I will be offered Night time security which would be end of September and pay is $12/hr 4 days a week at 10 hours a shift. We eagerly talk about using this place to get the income we need to continue on. Currently once I save enough and him, I get my passport again, apply for working holiday visa's in Japan and somewhere else; possibly Taiwan or NZ. Then go back to Japan after we see Toronto, Newfoundland and Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;
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On my birthday, he will et our&amp;nbsp;engagement&amp;nbsp;rings, so very happy about that. We both decided that our lives wll be mainly lived working in Japan to save money, and traveling for enjoyment. Although jobs in Japan are stressful, you get pretty good pay in&amp;nbsp;comparison&amp;nbsp;to what I do here in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our long term future is to save money, take some courses to get better skills to get better paying work in Japan. He wants a side project of trying movie&amp;nbsp;business&amp;nbsp;and me doing tattoo's. Later when older and have enough in savings we would maybe start a Cafe in Japan once we know enough about the&amp;nbsp;business&amp;nbsp;and how to run it. That would be my dream because I love safe Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I am excited to get to work in the mountains then to see Belinda and Cindy in Toronto. Were both excited to go to Newfoundland because he wants to meet the family and see where I grew up. He said if we was to live in Canada it be in Newfoundland because he&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;like too hot of a place to live.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have come to learn about his family and their lives, when we are in Japan we both want to travel the wole of Japan and later work and save to go travel Asia. When we do marry, we both want to go honeymoon in Okinawa in Japan, famous for the beautiful weather and beaches. Very beautiful spot. After wel will continue to study and work and travel,&amp;nbsp;learning as we go and enjoying our lives before were forced to settle down when we have our own family and no longer have the travel bug in our systems.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow is our last working day and excited for the break, we wil enjoy the last week here relaxing in our&amp;nbsp;temporary&amp;nbsp;trailer.With lovely candles and outside kitchen. With lovely scenery, magpies and deer around, its our rest before were off to work again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'm loving life and now with someone who is&amp;nbsp;helping&amp;nbsp;me and protecting me, its making life so much better. Also helps when we take Greyhound Companion Fare is pay one full price ticket and second in half off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000149254305022145-4551003171257509616?l=kittikatzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Why is it some people are stuck in the past, looking for things//people they will never find again, as it was stuck in the moment. Yet we all know if your stuck in the past you will miss something that could be more than anything you&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;before, looking for someone that is only a memory isn't allowing yourself to be present in the here and now. Why do we chase things //[people] that we cannot have or look for them in someone else that isn't there?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These why's hinder me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look into his eyes and see love, but yet it is a&amp;nbsp;guarded&amp;nbsp;heart, but not attainable as he isn't in this moment. He is living in the past. I am living in the here and now, too up-to-date for his mind. So I think I can wait for him, but I feel it is a waisted emotion, so now I&amp;nbsp;guard&amp;nbsp;my heart, and never let anyone in. The moment our lips touched was heaven, never to be touched again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000149254305022145-5733978845039549289?l=kittikatzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cruel it maybe, but eagerly anticipating the next moment I can be within your embrace. Funny it seems that such a small act creates such a powerful emotion such as this. Within a million faces, I search of yours. Just hoping for that chance to hold you again, maybe one day earn a welcoming kiss upon seeing me smiling at him like nothing else matters in the world -- as in reality this is what happens upon his sight. The whole world disappears. A war could break out, deafening noise, screams, bombs with spitting fire from guns speeding by us, and I could find peace there as he looks at me with a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I believe in him, and I believe we both were made for chasing dreams and I believe chasing them together we will either come to a conclusion they are not catchable, they will not matter after we have caught them -- or possibly what we was searching for was found within each other. This life isn't always what it seems to be, in the fast paced society where we are all to busy for one another, we sometimes need to take whatever moment we have to share it with someone you care for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have been alone for far too long, and it is at this point I see him as someone I want to never stop listening to or learning what drives him and his heart. How can I make an impression upon his heart of his. I feel and see you -- only you. In hopes you will say the very same. I am told by that small child inside me called "Hope", she whispers weakly to "try.", although my fragile heart developed thick scars and it says "No, I cant take another stab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is so many things I wish to tell you, but I cant. Loosing you in anyway, I could not bear. My past created how I am now, sadly. In my past I would open up how I felt and pour that emotion out in hopes someone would share how I felt. Maybe that killed the optimistic woman and beat her down into that child cowering in the corner, with blood spattered, dirty what was once white frilly dress. She eagerly awaits for that man that will love her as much as she could give to him, as she has a lot to give.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe that man can see this and open up what I can tell similar very damaged heart; to try one more time, like me I fear it, so I understand him. I can feel he see's something in me, like I see within him. Were both damaged souls in search for someone that can make us whole again. But I see something in his eyes that holds him back, mind racing with "what if's". Let us share moments together, do whatever comes to mind and enjoy it. Maybe were born to meet like this, destined to help each other heal and create meaning for us to continue into the future and maybe, just maybe happy we tried. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que Sera, Sera,&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;
The future's not ours, to see.&lt;br /&gt;
Que Sera, Sera&lt;br /&gt;
What will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000149254305022145-59185591842920998?l=kittikatzblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went from living in my own place, be that it was a rented room, it was still my own. Then after many failed attempts in finding and KEEPING successful employment, was so difficult, ((I guess the recession was to blame)) so while unemployed I had to leave my place to try and find work and living arrangements with my Mother. In a hope to find anything to save money and maybe to leave NL in hope to find better employment.&lt;br /&gt;
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My last job of the year was my best. I got a over night stocking job w/Zellers and met some of the best people at a job ever. I actually miss them ther but alas. I was able to see a few people before I left STJ's and my last night was hectic. I didn't realize how much work I had to do but i got it all done, got a three hour nap in before my flight.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Richard came to pick me up 2:30am, we then picked up Stephanie, Rosie then my Dad. Its funny they said to be there 2-3 hours in advance but it was dead I tells you. Everything went smoothly to the exception to loosing a good few liquid makeup in my case,before I got on the flight. Which in a good way means more new makeup.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466870298813753330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S945knHtZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FpZNY3TksPA/s200/20452_250397641671_626876671_4247428_7419895_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To describe the first time being on a plane since I was a child is difficult. But not too surprising due to me looking at youtube videos of video shot during take off and landing. I was awake during the full three hour flight, taking photos and the video I had was lost ((poo)). There was some turbulence but it was ok, I didnt get sick, nor my ears didnt hurt too much. While @32,000 feet it was still dark at first but you could start to see the sun starting to rise, breaking into sunrise and it was very beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466873025687136322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S948DVg_KEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uUuXUoJAQH8/s200/20452_250712796671_626876671_4248555_1285943_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I landed at Pearson; the reality struck I was alone here. I got my bags and preceded to find the Shuttle, after a bit of wandering I found it. The man was very nice and the bus was empty. He said he would show me exactly where to go. I was expecting a lot of people on the bus, but the max amount was maybe 5. I was instantly shocked how there was internet access on this BUS! I used it for a few minutes before we left for downtown, I didnt want to miss the drive there of course, as I did look at some of the google map street views before I got there so something were a bit familiar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S948cyAcKuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MH8e221iRBU/s1600/328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466873462831983330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S948cyAcKuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MH8e221iRBU/s200/328.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I arrived just before Widmer and the Canadiana and he was nice to point me exactly where it was, I was there very early and with check in @1pm I had to waste a few hours so I went about the area to waste time. Took a few photos and even got to see Chinatown a little bit. Didnt go into all the shops just browsing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in shock from the size of not only the buildings but the few streets that I wandered the first few days. I would not leave the hostel at night. The first few days I got to know a few people in my room, two of which were sister from France. Only one could speak english, Douala. NYE had a ver interesting afternoon and night. Douala &amp;amp;her sister went out to a dinner her sister was invited to someones home, then was to go out later that night.&lt;br /&gt;
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Had my first Dim Sum, was checked out very obviously be two Chinese there and went out for drinks at a nearby bar. After wandered to Yonge St and also got go on the subway for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got back home early morning and Deloula was really ill from food poisoning from eating fish ((her sister didn't eat the fish was fine)). She was sick that night and the night after. I started to worry when she wasn't getting better and was in bed the whole time -- the beds are wooden with thin bedding so you can feel the boards.&lt;br /&gt;
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So three days in and Deloula was boiling hot ((and having hallucination's)), I went out looking for something that may help in Chinatown. That was where I found out her being so hot she probably had an infection. When I got back she went from just warm to freezing cold and shaking. While we waited for her friend who lived her to come she was getting worse and when he arrived she got sick again. So he called a taxi. She was so scared and thought he was going to die. I consoled her and made her laugh with a few jokes.&lt;br /&gt;
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She cried a bit before she left but I kept making her laugh saying she will be back very soon complaining on the idiots in the hospital. This was last night. She came back saying that they refused to help her because she didn't have all the money up front. She has a French travel info so if she needed care, they could cover costs but it wasn't working so she had to pay. So she called the police and the got them to have her pay half now and half the next day, the doctors said it was very serious.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I woke up today Deloula was still not feeling good, she had got sick once again over night and was still hot, but I came back a few hours later ((only left because a mate there who was French stays there most of the day)) Deloula had said she started to feel a little better and was able to do some packing for her to go home tomorrow. She is trying to give me gifts, as thanks for saving her life, but I tell her she do not need to, I would do for anyone! Have to try and convince her not to give more, her getting well is thanks enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874883918406546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S949vf92I5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/3dv604VozyA/s200/27958_416375761671_626876671_5187745_6055624_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;After a few weeks there I had moved to Room #10, I met Belinda Visser &amp;amp;Ricah Timms. We began going out to Chinatown and walking in the freezing cold in search for cheap Chinese buns ((although I was searching for a different kinda Chinese "bun" haha)). Ricah was a slave, not in the ways people would think, but more bondage &amp;amp; S&amp;amp;M. Me and Belinda was always on guard when it came to Ricah. I always drove Ricah crazy with my boy crazy antics. She ended up meeting a new girlfriend who collared her as her pet, she moved out of the hostel and we havent heard from her since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Me and Belinda are best friends. Belinda, from South Africa ((a Safa)) who is an artist with a boyfriend Lachy who went back to Australia who has MANY dreams and aspirations on what she wants to do in her life. I know she will do wonderfully with whatever she decides to do. We have spent so many days going to Chinatown, having Korean BBQ, going to Tea Shop 168 for Bubble Tea's, boy watching//stalking, movie night//cuddlez, the LONG time it took to watch the complete season of 궁&amp;nbsp;Goong, sad times when missing men in our lives, when walking to Chinatown or even around the hostel crying like cats and cracking up over it, bubble tea straw lightsaber duals, walking arm in arm to keep me on leash or us warm when it was freezing.... Ooo how I miss her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Vera is awesome, she reminds me so much like me. We both got a long so well, my friend Raymond said we would and he was completely right! She knows Spanish and came from the states. She lives her life focused on working at The Canadiana,  always gathering people for Thursday night Club time @Republic and drinking up a storm, to wine &amp;amp;cheese every Tuesday night, cutely chasing or calling out to her man Jamie, who they both match each other so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S94_fgoKh1I/AAAAAAAAABM/oWeu2BvV6eg/s1600/27958_416375771671_626876671_5187747_7183259_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466876808241252178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S94_fgoKh1I/AAAAAAAAABM/oWeu2BvV6eg/s200/27958_416375771671_626876671_5187747_7183259_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Tony, Chinese, has been staying in the hostel for over a year, he was always very nice and gentlemanly, while kinda driving me crazy from time to time with his taunts but loved hanging out with him. Masahito, Japanese, worked there and I met him when I got to the hostel, he left for a trip and I got to see him a bit more before I left again. He did remember me always making tea or noodles and eating them with chopsticks. I often told both Masa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466877169629161890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S94_0i5waaI/AAAAAAAAABU/hWVfFwxDqSE/s200/27958_416375786671_626876671_5187749_3635690_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I had lost my voice that night from a cough I had and the loud talking that night. So when people talked to me I could only whisper, and people LOVED to whisper back to drive me crazy! I met some nice people but didnt sleep at all in those three days but got some amazing pictures along with bruises on my legs. Saskatchewan was SO boring and drove me a little mad. I swore it was like a scene in Texas Chainsaw Massacre. When we got to Alberta I was so happy, finally got to see lovely mountains!! Everyone on the bus was so nice, even buying me stuff a lone the way or at stops. I met two Newfies on the bus too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Ironically when we arrived in Vancouver, it was dark and raining. I was dropped off at the station on Main Street. I had met someone that was SO odd, although he bought me something to eat, I had a bad vibe so I called my friend Philip to go stay with him. I really didnt want to but I didnt have a CS'er ((CouchSurfer)) lined up. He showed me where I would find the ocean and beaches, then seen Chinatown and the wonderful Chinese garden, truly felt like home there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I then moved onto another CS'er and it was a house of them, one having two wonderful daughters, making me realize I need to settle down with a good guy who I can share similar vales and interests with, hope I have found him within someone, and maybe start a family before I am 30. As my friend all are having children and most are younger than me, like my good friend Rosie Dunn, who is due to have her baby girl soon. I stayed with them for three nights then exhaustedly found my way downtown to American Backpackers, checked in and thankfully NO bed bugs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I then met Raymond, we went out for breakfast after his shift was over. He gives AWESOME hugs, and I could honestly want to stay in one of his hugs for hours! We had a good chat and walk around Vancouver after nomz. I really didnt want him to go but he was exhausted from work. So eagerly waiting to see him again as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;The next day I started my first shift of training at the American Backpackers Hostel, which the boss Vincent ((or Vin)) was showing me how things are cleaned and how it was ran. I have made good friends there with the MANY Japanese guys and girls, as well as one Korean girl. Having awesome weekend with them, having lightsaber duals ((honorable mention to the NEVER genki Jiro)), messing up their hair, getting hugs, giving and receiving kisses on the cheek from both the Japanese men and girls! So much fun with them! It would be complete if Belinda was here!! But that would be double the calling me a tard from her and the one who started it, Raytard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;So thats it for now... think I wrote enough!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Good shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S95DljubguI/AAAAAAAAAEM/l_XAZnu8yGE/s1600/25851_10150176519235637_794985636_12044198_1253509_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466881310198563554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNKaoMHocqY/S95DljubguI/AAAAAAAAAEM/l_XAZnu8yGE/s400/25851_10150176519235637_794985636_12044198_1253509_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;**disclaimer: Last five photos were edited by Edwin Gomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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