Monday, April 20, 2009
Stores In London For Handmade Stuff
Good. 'See, I live here and I'm surrounded by people generally tolerant and kind, so when I read crap like the following article, it shocks me (note that the Algerians are more tolerant than the morons campaigns):
http://www.elwatan.com/Oui-pour-l-heritage-egalitaire-l
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Abercrombie And Fitch Underwear Sale
The climate of Algiers:
In December, I was at the Ministry of Culture. We had three weeks of temperatures below 10 ° (généralement. increases to 12 ° or 14 ° to the occasion) with horizontal rain and humidity that pierces. Since my office was not heated, I wore my coat and I often shivered. We laughed the famous Canadian who could not tolerate the "cold" Algerian. Bin fucking yes, when it's cold in Montreal, ON HEAT FROM THE HOSSSSTIE !!!!!!!
... to repeat my usual reply to friends here: I do not like the cold. Yes I'm from Montreal. I Canadians do not like winter either. Still, in winter in Montreal, one enters home, we undressed and we walk our wooded place of birth. This is not genetic, an Algerian might as well live a Montreal winter than me and I can probably live better than it one summer Algiers. We'll see.
For now, summer is not over the threshold. Since January, I look at my weather site and I see the same temperatures: 16 degrees. 18 °. Advitam aeternam. I can say that a February sun beating down and gives the impression of being the first hot spring in I think it's beautiful, and j'AD ORE-climate here. Still, I begin to look forward to relieve me of my coat every morning.
I know I'll probably reread this series in two months, weighed down with sweat and inconceivable that I will want to stab my self avrilien. I still can not wait to feel the African heat that I heard so much about.
(Final score: Montreal saw a cold spring and my countrymen are happy when you cross the milestone of ten degrees. I understand and sympathize vaguely. I can assure you that Sam told me he do not want the heat, because Algiers is a slump in summer aromas and bouillanture no human being can tolerate. We shall see).
(very final note: I learned today that I have leave to Ramadan, because they can be productive. Sam and I'll walk from us in Europe. All my savings are going to spend and I could return to Canada after my eighteen months with the same financial position that I had when I left. Fortunately, I may have good memories and a helpful new wife, then it should compensate for my lack of income, my status as unemployed and tireless debt).
Saturday, April 18, 2009
If Your Tummy Sitting Low
My mother found the divorce certificate. We still to confirm the date with the celebrant and we can book airline tickets.
Barring a setback, we will be married May 21 with my mother. The wedding night will be in a Montreal hotel, and leave the next day to return to Algiers.
Host. J'me married. Koss tabarnakkk happening to me?
... Sam should have a little doll of me littered with needles under his bed.
Donut Trailer For Sale
Recipe from Valerie's Blog Cupillard, Biogourmand. Mmmm ...
Surprises powdered chocolate
It makes short work of such surprises as their hull crunchy and crisp as a meringue, these cupcakes are melting like buttons!
100 g dark chocolate 70% cocoa
almonds fine
7 drops of essential oil
organic tangerine
home, I use a mixer to mix the herbs for blond cane sugar and get a fine white powder in seconds. It can also be found in organic shop.
I melt the chocolate with 3 tablespoons of water and 20 grams of sugar in a small saucepan over low heat. Once it is melted, add the oil drops Mandarin essential.
We bring the egg whites until stiff and while beating it incorporates 50 grams of sugar.
I pour half of egg whites into the sweet chocolate melted, add the ground almonds (try to choose the thinnest possible, it will be better), then the remaining egg whites until stiff. poured 2 tablespoons of batter into each corolla baking paper and placed in the oven at gas mark 6 for 15 minutes. Once cupcakes swell, forming a crust, it's time to get out of the oven. I let cool on a rack to unmold easily (when they are hot, they stick!).
Before tasting ... Sift cocoa powder through a fine strainer.
Read
precautions when using essential oils in cooking.
You will find more than 80 recipes illustrated
around breads, cakes, pies, pancakes, biscuits, breakfast, coffee cake, crumbles without gluten or dairy in this book Desserts and Breads Gluten-Free .
AL.P
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tony Hawks Tech Deck Half Pipe
The outcome so far:
Marc could not compel redheads contribute their pledges. It remains allergic to the conflict and instead fund itself the construction of the new summer home than to use legal tricks he had in hand. Good fund with his older brother (who is five inches shorter).
Eric is all the more enraged to have caved in and give reason to the two measly little crabs manipulators.
Eric must go to Canada to marry. The Blessed Mother, who is also allergic to any conflict and who has always sided with those who yelled the loudest (mouth is so strong in our family) has pledged not to invite redheads marriage. Eric suspects that there will be intrigue and will be taken to celebrate the most important day of his life before his two worst enemies, followed by a hasty departure possibly enhanced by assaults cathartic and blood stains on the shirt of his tuxedo rental.
... end of the day, we made it to live in Algeria.
Nadine Jensen - Milena Velba
Here is a working end of the session given to the teacher of my course of conflict management at the MBA last October (yes, I really commend the work written in that tone. And yet it will give me a diploma VERY popular )
Preamble
I was born in March 1973. The apple of my eye progenitors. I was precocious and adorable. My parents strongly normal (father an engineer, a French-Canadian mother frankly uneducated, but with a strong head that would serve him very well soon), then wanted to give me a little sister, with mental balance that will accompany it.
In March 1976, my three brothers, weighing on average more than three pounds each, escaped through the tunnel of my hallowed progenitor. Two identical red fur diabolical. Seraphic blond who attracted all eyes. I withdrew into solitude in my room for the next fifteen years, resigned to my fate of older forgotten.
Thirty-one years later, my father went out into the night of his bedroom on the second floor of the cottage. His faculties, weakened by incipient Alzheimer's, have forgotten that he was not at home where the bathroom is to the immediate right of the room. It fell from the bridge and broke his ribs and vertebrae (injury not serious, it was thought). Three months later, he went at the end of his sufferings, after two attacks of C difficile and kidney failure.
My relationship with my father was difficult and I did not receive a bequest. My brothers, however, had convinced my father to let me have an equal share two-family cottage a few months before his accident. I knew for some time that I was not included in the will, so I was happy for my brothers - two to a poor financial situation and was going to marry soon - and their new wealth.
The day of death, October 17, 2007, we all went to see Alexander, the youngest of carrots, in the Laurentians ten minutes from the cottage, and we drank a bottle of scotch at my favorite father, infected with my taste buds while being terribly expensive, and we made a confession of brotherly love eternal.
was ... the beginning of the end.
Balance personalities
Redheads (Part A):
Alexander: The younger, alpha male, strong head, intuitive and idealistic. If he gets an idea, it will be fixed in his mind forever. He has already thrown the microwave oven of the cottage without notifying his brothers, because "it causes cancer." Fairly nice, but stubborn and loyal to its values.
Christopher: Overwhelmed with insecurities, hyper-charming (it feeds the approval of others), impulsive, irrational, spends his time on a construction site Working to talk with workers, but his magnetism enables him to wander without repercussions.
Both brothers live in Red Design, a village in the Laurentians where are located the cabins.
Blond / Auburn (Part B):
Marc: The only brother who is not at all impulsive. Calm, rational and otherwise normal. It is assumed that a nurse at the nursery was accidentally inserted into the scope.
Eric: The older brother. Perceived as lazy, intellectual, quick-tempered and sadistic, but Cartesian be hardening.
The two brothers blond
live in the Montreal area and have busy lives that prevent them from boarding the North except for some occasional summer weekends.
Conflict - Part 1: father's house
The main cottage was in very poor condition, dilapidated and poorly maintained since abandoned by our father (and four brothers without means, such a project the following resources denominator common. A brother can not invest more than others). On the death of our father, we plan to use part of the inheritance ($ 13,000 each brother heir) to renovate the place.
Last winter, the house of our father, who was equally dilapidated cottage that was to be renovated so that we can sell it and collect the Bidoux, allowing us hounding our northern properties. It was assumed that the renovations would take a month or two and that the sale would take place in spring, allowing a winter yard. A friend in
redheads, a so-called expert, was hired to make repairs. He asked the ceramic was cracked within a few weeks and poorly made other minor tasks. Christopher stated that our employee was in a personal tragedy and that he would finish the job, let us fearlessly. He convinced Mark (the performer will) deliver a large sum of money to advance the work because the carpenter was needed. The check was presented. We had never seen. Marc
it is washed their hands, saying that it was Christopher Alexander and perform the work because they were responsible for the setbacks. Unfortunately, the house in Longueuil and redheads live 90 minutes north. Marc lives nearby and works full time, taking courses to become part-time firefighter and planning a wedding - he has a busy schedule (while the brothers were largely unemployed Nordic). The conflict is seeded.
Redheads moved as they could to advance the project. Resentment against a Marcus "lazy" quickly inflated. The house was still in a pitiful state in May, so Eric and Mark have started offering their services to accomplish the task, but the fault fellowship was already well underway.
Christopher Alexander and say they can not work with Mark, because the renovation of the chalets would be difficult and they did not want "any work" at home. They wanted to divide the two properties - one in the blond and red. This solution unsightly me since we were four brothers and was a great project that would unite us brotherly in memory of our father died. Moreover, I had no financial resources to rebuild a cottage with Marc. Finally, I would not give me a cottage, since that was my only inheritance (and one cottage has always been more than enough).
So I acted as mediator in the conflict, and when I lost my job in late May, I decided to go live in the second cottage (an old jock any gap that has not been inhabited since before my birth), demonstrate that the issue of fair labor can perform and make goodwill.
Conflict - Part 2: The chalets
I arrived in the North in mid-June. I lived in the basement at Alexander for two weeks, involve the installation of screens on windows, emptied of their old windows and plumbing rough to give me a vague sense of comfort in the form of hot running water.
We expect shortly a new friend carpenter to demolish the main building, which broke down after excessive snowfall last winter. It was dangerous to enter, but we had to empty the carcass in preparation for demolition.
Alexander and Christopher were strangely reluctant to cross the lake to join me on the island where our properties entertaining. After their endless litany about auburn idleness, I found myself alone to do the work.
During construction holiday, the carpenter friend came and the end was imminent for our old building. Friends have been recruited and the team worked to undo the heavy rain to the place, piece by piece. I adopted the role of scavenger-arsonist, carrying wood burning pyre unrecoverable (each morning I had to turn it on. Is an art to driving rain). I did my hard work in isolation - is the equivalent on the site of the Indian caste of untouchables - and I had been commended for my persistence (wet pink insulation burned very badly and causes skin irritation. Not funny at all when without access to a bath or shower). In short, I toiled away. I also financed the operation from a narrow line of credit, which insecure guy without a job, therefore no income.
My response was motivated by a desire to please and to silence the evil tongues redheads. Marc could not participate in the demolition, being on his honeymoon, so I had more pressure on the back, inspiring me to do a good job.
Once demolition is completed, I have not seen my brothers. Our carpenter went back in October for the construction, So there were more urgent tasks. I cleaned the site and recycled boards and I'm busy as I could, abject loneliness in rain and cold (I sometimes went down to Montreal to recharge my batteries).
Three weeks later, a Saturday morning at 8 am 00, I returned to the City and the boat was not the parking lot (the boat is an essential means of transportation for residents of the Island). Christopher slept at the cottage, knowing that I would not, and he was frustrated at having to wake up to pick me up.
After a nap, I set to work shoveling of the earth to soften a slope that would allow us to transport materials, thinking that my darling little brother help me. Instead, he decided to confront me, telling me that I do "nothing" and he does not want a cottage with me. I then realized that the redhead prolonged absence from the formation of an axis that would elicit belligerent cottage newly destroyed, using the leverage of the carpenter who is their friend and has plans for the cottage. In short, the cottage would be theirs, or there would not be. Chris was abusive in his speech and tried to intimidate me by threatening me to announce to the world I am not worthy to share his obviously superior genetics (somehow).
I ignored. The worst possible insult to him.
A week later, Alexander the diplomat went and approached me in a much softer, but with the same goal in mind: to convince me to give them the land newly cleared field against the second much less attractive . Our meeting ended in a quarrel with an admission on my part that I will never give, and I never want to cross them. The reservation of the carpenter friend has been canceled. The construction of the cottage is furnished forever.
A neighbor with whom I became friends and went one evening during our conversation she revealed to me that my brothers say unflattering things about me behind my back. It has strengthened my stubbornness. I have only one brother.
Conflict - Part 3: Marc
August 25, when the academic year, I left the cabin to reach the basement of my little bro Urban (who weighs over 120 pounds. Pretty funny appellation).
I had just received confirmation of being hired by a box consultation that would send me to Algeria for a year. It was a career turning quite unexpected and filled me with joy. I had to survive three MBA courses, arrangements for international travel and many social obligations created by my departure.
Marc kept contact with both redheads. He became the mediator and I became lazy irresponsible (a reversal of roles quite silly). The position was consolidated redhead: Eric will kowtow or nothing will happen on the cottage, they prefer to let it rot in the field rather than share with me. Marc, convinced it will never work with our fraternal and small creatures, exasperated, agreed with this arrangement. So I was the only irreducible.
Since I left my country to Algeria, I have no direct benefit to participate in the construction of the cottage. To me, the threat that is empty of any meaning. I was seriously insulted and pressure is applied to me is minimal. My position is clear: I send them to graze and I do not care if our land remains undeveloped. This is not me who suffer.
But Mark just got married. He began the process of seeding his sweetheart. He deeply desires to have a cottage to its offspring. I explain that it is ugly it is between a rock and a hard place, but I will NEVER give in to the DS with scarlet coats.
Conflict analysis
The components are all there: the perception of conflict of interest comes from northern evenings of my paranoid little brothers spent in rural isolation. The interdependence stems from my hand properties - therefore my legal right to veto any unilateral action. Interactions have become abusive, but we are brothers and have a common bond woven in all directions.
Structural analysis of the conflict:
Issue: we believe that the issue would be the construction of our cabins, which have a huge sentimental value for each of the brothers. But it is not the case. The real issue is a tension between the bellicose pride of bucks trying to grasp the primacy of the pack.
Part A:
Predisposition: Christopher is submitted to Alexander. The latter is unable to foresee the world in a way other than its own design. They are stubborn and will not clearly never kowtow. However, if we divide the two properties, they will be able to negotiate in good faith and are generally quite generous.
Pressures: It is difficult to apply pressure on them. Profits generated by their stubbornness far surpasses any pleasure waived by the non-construction. My departure for Algeria, however, may break their will, since they have no target for their bile venomous.
Forecast: The agreement to divide into two cottages is ephemeral. Once they receive their inheritance, they want to buy a property Hire St. Jovite and Christopher, by his usual behavior, may spend a significant part of his fortune on nondurable goods. In short, if we do not sign the agreement now and deposit the required amounts, as provided by the red, they will not have the money to renovate anything next summer.
Behavior: It is anticipated that the red will not bow down, preferring to withdraw from the case on the departure of older brother and tackle other challenges and / or hedonistic pleasures.
Part B:
Predispositions: Mark and Eric are long time allies and have a beautiful partnership. But Marc is not spiteful, while Eric is in the extreme. Eric is proud as well, which creates a whole new dimension to his stubbornness. We can exploit his pride by attacking his reputation with third parties.
Pressures: Eric is untouchable. He leaves for Algeria and the existence or not of a cottage on an island Laurentian does not cause any intimate ride. It refers to the theory of the balance of power, knowing that he was transferred the large end of the fraternal club. Marc however longs a place where he can take his potential babies. It's a crack in the brown block.
Forecast: Marc is not aggressive or otherwise unforgiving and does not jeopardize his relationship with Eric for such a conflict. However, it does not intuitively understand how Eric can close in on itself and deny the very existence of his other brothers. One or the other two will be unhappy with the outcome.
Behavior: Eric shut the door to get in and withdraws redheads in his adopted country unless Mark can convince to put aside his ego.
Settlement
The cycle of anger applies hurt our family. Eric was deeply hurt by his brothers and he can not recover anytime soon. Marc, however, during a trip by car to fetch a barrel of beer (a family activity entirely beloved by both participants), tried to convince his brother that, although it is unfortunate that the two others have acted totally irrational, the paradigm has changed. If we divide the properties, Marc, as a performer Will, can put aside the money required to finance a good part of the building and is willing to invest half of the shortfall. It reminds Eric that his new job will allow him to bridge the wide gap.
Eric heard his brother deeply, but could not conceive of giving due to individuals who wished him ill. It goes against its fundamental him. Arrived home, the brothers have poured two glasses of a new hop nectar and Marc offered one last argument: it is caught in a trap. He wants his children to a cottage. Eric was relentless.
Marc left the basement on an air of frustration that is quite foreign to him. Eric, feeling it was better to discuss it to avoid a broken relationship, had risen to join him on the patio. Marc had tears in her eyes.
Eric thinks. The intellectual context that had been imposed on him by his troubles in his negotiation made him understand that we must sometimes give way. He understands that, although it enjoys a dominant position over his brothers totally redheads, this position is adopted at the expense of his greatest ally.
The agreement will be signed as required by Alexander and Christopher. Upon his return, Eric will have enormous difficulties to cope with these two traitors neighboring civilized manner. It will, however, a cottage with his favorite brother.
... he also laments, knowing that both red, having no more scapegoats to whom spitting their venom paranoid, will very likely turn on themselves. Alex will not tolerate laziness sneaky Chris. Chris will not contribute a fair share of money to invest.
At least that's the ardent desire of the elder brother sadistic pride wounded.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Red Blister Bump On My Dgos Butt
Done. Sam can enter Canada. It's time to move on to planning.
I contacted celebrants (concept purely Quebec. Mouaip. J'me repeats), and we have all the required documents EXCEPT ...
... my divorce certificate.
Understand that I never thought that this document would be important to me, but that's it. I need it. And sent three weeks before the wedding date. I contacted my ex-wife through mutual friends, but unfortunately we had one thing in common that lasted throughout the years and years since our separation: a lack total storage and willingness to do things more or less immediate (finding a certificate for his ex seems to be the same level of importance to classify his socks by color and length. Mouaip. We almost build a lasting relationship on this thing together).
short, I have my copy of the certificate somewhere. Be stored in a box or in a workbook that has remained on an island Laurentide. I tried to contact my mother, but it seems to filter his calls to avoid me (at least that's what I told my paranoia. 7th personality behind the little kids who like to strangle cats). If it does not find in the warehouse, Marriage will wait for the next visit my bro at the cottage (the last ice melt. It slows the thing).
... if I had known that the Algerians were also desirable. Grrrrrrrrr.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Long Dong Silver Relationships
This blog has obviously been neglected lately. My days are made by a fascinating work when things are going well, but usually consist of me doing the harassment from officials who are unsure whether a Canadian man of 36 years (too young) from the Ministry ( big M) is worthy of financial trouble in series. My evenings are spent receiving my fiancee to do things to her not too mentioned, m'éponger with my pants and starting to see the house where his dad is (since the transfer of ownership has not yet taken place, I go over my rights property of another. But it does not bother me too much. ... On the contrary: D).
is my first week in a new department. My third. Unfortunately, this is the least organized. My work requires me to compensate for deficiencies in computerized location (DOT did not even functional website) and copy of government decrees to the glove and seek information disparate locations on the few Internet resources that exist. This is NOT the most attractive part of my job.
We are still awaiting the response of the Government of Canada (should arrive early next week), that if Sam could go even snow in my country (I have avoided the worst winter in Montreal's history. It I avoided that as the day that my sadistic proctologist usually grumpy and has broken with his wife). In short, Sam is a bundle of nerves.
... why? Because marriage in Canada will avoid all the crap about my Algerian Q'itabi status (one of the book. Jewish or Christian because they are honored in Islam. JA-BUT I thought my confirmation in 5th grade would I do at my age). In short, the nuance is in the 5th verse of the 5th surah. The Prophet (Rasul) stated the word of Allah not too clear: a Muslim man may marry a woman of the book. Point. No mention of Muslim Women. In short, the jurisprudence phallocentric (as in all religions, note) has alleged that the omission of the mention of the opposite situation means that Allah does not want a Believer (hihihihi. .. seriously, Sam distributes beer and suits me to bed. should be changed to "woman born in Algeria, is therefore presumed be godly then the state has the right to keep it under his yoke ") is a married man of the Book.
M'ah, we hope to have the visa, a Montreal imam complacent (a question of pleasing the wishes of the family here) and lots of ribs. I'm a little anxious. Inshallah.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Where To Hang A Owl Box
I return from the Department of Transportation after my first day.
After living the wonderful experience at the Ministry of Culture and the appropriate trade, I began to see that each department is an entity with its hermetic mood is good in him. I hope I am wrong, but the transport resembles everyday life in East Germany under the Stasi.
Well, my arrival was poorly coordinated so it is normal to be taken unawares. However, I went to five different offices (look at the person who can find me a work space) and each one was as if I was not there (not true, an old gentleman who greeted me was was very nice, but he had a job so I kept quiet). I was like a child taken to the office because there is a strike in daycare and no one knew quite what to do with me. At 13 h
00, I saw that my contact persons were lunch and they would not return soon, so I cleared out (I have yet to finalize details in my other two departments).
Not at all interesting stuff. Hm.
Meanwhile my reference and the most important person in my project, I talked with his two secretaries (one-li-ci-euse small and an old Arab grébiche boursouflues the jowls with an air of sexual répressée on verge of collapse). Both wore the headscarf (nothing unusual). During the conversation, I mentioned my fiancé, who just M'Sila (wilaya # 28. Where you eat spicy it looks. M'entéka). They thought she was in Canada, I clarified by saying that no, I have met in Algiers.
Lacelle that looks like a squirrel trying to chew a coconut told me I would consider converting to Islam! Youppi!
:
... no, I replied.
short, it is clear that Sami is going to turn into a bearded pious and the planet will be converted one day. Samia wear the veil, as it should, and father to Samia is a "fake Muslim" because he gave the hand of his daughter to an infidel. I replied (to my way though to me, all innocent Canadian and nice and not at all bad) that the good Muslim, do they not allowed to wear makeup, except for their husbands? (Both were as buttery tarts). I also cited Q'ran, stating that the prophet said that we must respect the follower of Jesus and Moses and others. The Pas Gentille looked at me incredulously and said, "you believe it you?" (NO I do not believe it!! - I wanted him yell - it's in YOUR Holy Book fucking thick !!!!!!!!!!).
a chance ... I did not mention that Sam works for a company that imports, distributes beverages and brews that are probably-not-too-certain-but-entirely-made-in-the-clear-illiterate prohibited at any time for everyone except those who know how to read that Holy Book (well, according to Sura chosen alcohol is either a) beneficial but not be consumed before the prayer, b) good / bad-but-more-bad-as-good oubedon c) something sent to Earth by Satan, but not definitely Haram because, well, Aissa was a Great Prophet and his blood was 100% vino).
I realized that I must be more discreet about my marriage. Apostasy is the worst sin in my hosts and a woman marry a Muslim must absolutely here. I feel that if people learn that a zealous Canadian has married an Algerian woman without converting, I could be expelled from the country (even if the marriage takes place in Canada).
I also lost the most important ally in my work: the secretary of the referring person I sudoie usually fairly easily (both in culture are my favorite: D). Arg.
NB: Algeria was once a major exporter of wine and you can buy alcohol without difficulty. The Pas Gentille is an exception among Algerians, but an exception potentially dangerous if she knows influential people. That is why we must remain relatively quiet. The Algerians are generally extremely friendly and allow me to live my life and respect that I'm not one of them, something quite amazing when you think they are ALL legally Muslims and there is not much foreigners in the area.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Difference Lenders Owners Title Policy
I was absent. Forgiveness.
Where am I? We will do this with points:
- I work with a Web-based system that is abominably slow and requires my full attention to making the seizures to complete, finally, the Ministry of Culture. I should Ministry of Transport to begin Sunday, but our contact person for this ministry does not answer the phone and I have to meet to prepare for my arrival (with a new partner. The sweet and kind and other tasty (even with her scarf) will Fatiha replaced by nervous but otherwise competent and diligent Fahima (also padded). This is good news for the blog: Fahima fear hell at every turn and believes in a heavenly justice is unshakable and it paired with an atheist who speaks openly (subtly but openly) activities that go far beyond any conception of what is Haram in this country which publishes the English-speaking community in Montreal as sexually wanton. Features).
- In early March, I had a cold. Nothing too serious, but debilitating disease typically male. Then I went to the Sahara (yes, I know I have to post pictures and tell my adventures sand covered), and two days after my return I was overwhelmed by a terrible gastro that lasted more than one week. I had three days' respite before Pogner bronchitis. This morning I'm (finally) went to see a doctor. He prescribed the equivalent of half the inventory of a pharmacy. Algerians enjoy their pills (the eternal French influence). In short, unable to get back to sport. My wedding pictures I see a tad more obese than my usual me Adonis. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
- Marriage: the tourist visa application has been filed for Samia. Awaiting response within three weeks. She will leave for Canada (inch'Allah) one week before me to find her dress and Muslim men planning the ceremony. We will then secular celebration in the living room of my mother with an officiant (concept purely Quebec). The list of things to do:
1. Eat poutine.
2. Eat a pizza Coronel.
3. Eat a smoked meat.
4. Eat ten pounds of ribs.
5. Eat the best Mexican in Quebec in Labelle (Labelle mouaip.).
6. Show Laurentian lake and my Samia before eating Mexican.
7. Drinking pots of mojitos at the Distillery (note: equal pots Pots. Marinade. Mason Jars. A half-liter. Oh yes).
8. Drink beer NON-BLONDE !!!!!!!!!!!!!
9. Eat KFC.
10. Driver my Rabbit Red (I miss terribly).
11. Go see my friends perverse instrument dealers.
12. Find a way to make such blunt instruments (including mine I'll go back to the warehouse) x-ray of the Algerian customs.
13. Find a hotel and a limousine for the wedding night.
14. Give kisses to my Holy Mother.
15. Playing with my little Frèrot PlayStation3 (whom I'll probably sleep. I told him one day when things will be more concrete).
16. Eating McDonalds with extra bacon (nah, it's the # 1. Drink After landing three minutes).
17. Eating beef less than perfectly textured boots.
18. Kiss the woman I love in public.
19. See the woman I love smoking in public.
20. Live my life as I want to do so without fear that an Algerian paranoid does not judge me.
(I can not wait. I hope that the visa will: $).
I should note that I love my Algerian experience. A Quebecer is not meant to live here, so the complaints are increasing, but I would not trade my time to stand my "misfortune" and enjoy my pleasures (mostly climate, but humans too) basically anything in Algerian cons world (knowing that it is ephemeral, and therefore more bearable). I'm in heaven (and, since I do not believe in this heavenly ubique panacea here, I'd better feed me those pleasures long it will last).