tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58024252012-01-28T10:48:35.721-07:00I believe one of the main goals in life is to never get stuck in "The Waiting Place". If you succeed, you'll win 1000 mega points!deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.comBlogger1851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-49719886431987141472012-01-28T10:48:00.002-07:002012-01-28T10:48:35.725-07:00

I´m just sitting at an internet cafe waiting to skype so perhaps I´ll type something.  I´m a little hungover and tired so let´s keep this short. Um.... well maybe that´s all I´ll say.

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I don´t have much time to write a blog right now. I say this just to prove a point really. Ever since I have started working again, 6 days per week, 8 hours per day, I haven´t had much time of my own. It just goes to show that work really does take away from a lot of the good things in life; a topic that many travellers often discuss, the mundane lifestyle in the western, capitalistic world that

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ECUADOR - November 30, 2011 - Present Quito - Dec. 31 - Present - Cotopaxi - Jan. 11 - Jan. 12 Vilcabamba - Dec. 11 - Dec. 30 Cuenca - Dec. 9 - Dec. 10 Macas - Dec. 8 Misahualli - Dec. 5 - Dec. 7 Tena - Dec. 4 Baños - Dec. 1 - Dec. 4 Quito - Nov.30 COLOMBIA - November 4, 2011 - November 30, 2011 Ipiales - Nov. 30 Cali - Nov. 28 - Nov. 29 Guatape - Nov. 26 - Nov. 27 Medellin - Nov. 12 - Nov. 25

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I have just rung in the new year with about 30 strangers and acquaintances on the rooftop patio of the hostel that I will begin to work at in 3 days time. I have a large smile on my face, despite that I am essentially alone on new years eve. Being surrounded by strangers gives me comfort that what lies ahead is unknown. I am facing this journey on my own, with the past behind me to give me

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-88518241155680991752011-12-27T16:15:00.001-07:002011-12-28T09:15:34.588-07:00

At times I am in absolute awe at this sacred valley in which I am ever so grateful to currently live in, for however short that time may be. This is a view from the meditation centre. We just had a magical moment here.

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I am normally mister Christmas Spirit during this time of year, but it is different this year, despite my attempts. Yesterday I walked with my two Israeli friends to a bookstore here in the town of Vilcabamba where we ended up chatting for a long time with the storekeeper named Raquel.  She told us how Christmas is very hard for her, it brings up a lot of sad memories of her husband who died on

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Just wanna dedicate this post to my pal Jimmy who parted ways with me today. I am guessing he is currently on an over night, 15 hour bus ride back to Quito where he will board his final flight home to surprise his family for Christmas in a couple days. 15 hours to reflect on his 15 MONTHS of travel that he has experienced. I interviewed Jimmy maybe 6 weeks ago and did a little exit interview

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They say here that people get stuck in Vilcabamba, the sacred valley, the valley of longevity and youthfulness. There is a large banner in one of the restaurants with a recent 2011 photo of two men who have been living here for many years, on man is 92 years old, and the other 100. I recently did a mantra meditation sitting the other day with a man that I thought was perhaps 65 at most, it

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-85368949992429427342011-12-12T14:00:00.000-07:002011-12-17T11:56:54.855-07:00

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” - Marcel Proust    Ahhh... I have some time to sit and relax, sit and reflect, sit and write a proper blog.  I have only been in Ecuador for 12 days, but it has been a whirlwind tour it seems from the north of the country right down to the south. I am only a short ways away now from the

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As I sit beside a small Christmas tree in a town located within the outskirts of the Amazon Jungle, I ponder about multiple conversations about language. Talks of talks, accents, body languages, varying expressions and words, phrases, conjugations, numerous mother tongues, onomatopeias (sp?), and of course... learning Spanish. It's a common conversation within the backpacking community.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-76231348529026842902011-11-29T10:38:00.001-07:002011-11-29T10:42:01.922-07:00

After spending two weeks in the modern city of Medellin, two days in the picturesque tourist town of Guatape with my pals Leticia and Will, one more goodbye, and an overnight bus ride, I arrived to the city of Cali, in the south of Colombia. And tonight i will be off once more on an overnight bus to the border town of Ipiales. I've met a cool Mexican-American guy, Alex or Alejandro as he would

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-88778443376844792682011-11-21T22:25:00.001-07:002011-11-21T22:25:08.762-07:00

I bought a brand new Cel phone today, with the help of my friend David. Actually, my friend Leticia bought one as well, they're identical! Teehee. I have even received my first phone call on it... so it works. But then, stupid me, I decided I would fool around with the functions (all in Spanish of course) and now I have locked myself out of my new 'effing phone! Mierda!

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So the last couple days, after departing from my last travel partner, Jimmy, I've been really anti-social. My bout of diarrhea hasn't helped with my social life as well. I've just briefly talked to this French guy in my dorm room, he's been traveling now for 18 months, and as of 2 weeks ago he separated from his travel buddy of 7 months! Wow, 7 months is a really long time to travel with someone.

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Damn dodgy ice cream. Enough said.

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Yesterday was a full day of travel, once again through the gorgeous Andes mountains, but a very long day nonetheless. A six hour travel turned into 11 hours. Yuck. At least I was with a Swiss couple I met at my last hostel. My last hostel, by the way, was called "Estrella Sin Fronteras" translated to Star Without Borders. Or, as I'd like to think of it, Estrella without borders. It's a nice way

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-68223472812554758312011-11-11T15:31:00.001-07:002011-11-11T15:55:37.069-07:00

Colombia... wow! I have been here 8 days now and I can thoroughly say that I am impressed with the beauty of this country.  My first two days in the capital city of Bogota were filled with excitement and sightseeing. Bogota has a great night life, streets bussling with people on the go, beggars, partiers, vendors, and everyday folks doing their everyday things.  I stayed in the Candelaria area

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-69781892631426476702011-11-03T09:38:00.000-06:002011-11-16T18:50:28.389-07:00

Wow... I just had a shower 45 minutes ago, walked in the bloody hot sun for ten minutes, came back to my hostel and for the last 20 minutes, as I sit still eating my pancake breakfast, I am sweating like there is no tomorrow! I can literally feel multiple droplets of swear rolling down my chest and forehead. I look around and everyone else is dry! WTF? Happy independence day Panama!! It's my last

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Pretty Woman, you know the movie, the one where the pretty street girl gets treated like a queen in a big fancy hotel.  That is what we have compared our last couple of days to, a bit of a fairytale moment.  So there's Trey, Stella and myself.  Trey flies out of Panama City to go back to Colorado today and so he wanted to splurge on his last night and ended up renting a room at the Radisson Hotel

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A quickie. I think when I walk around with a bottle of water I stand out, it doesn't seem like a necessity for locals here.  Also, today I figured that the rain would start to pour at any minute so I brought my umbrella out with me and sure enough, no one else was walking around with one. However, when it is raining, I see that normally the majority of people have one, go figure. I just it is

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Sometimes I have to pinch myself, do a double take, and ask others if this is real. I am currently sitting on my balcony in my new hostel here in Panama City, surrounded by antique buildings and architecture that dates back to the 1800's (I think). Down the street, at 11:46pm a small fiesta is occurring, in which they are celebrating a birthday in Halloween costumes as a Mexican band vibrantly

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-73077973010752181162011-10-26T17:03:00.001-06:002011-10-26T17:03:15.307-06:00

The last week or so in the Caribbean coast has been wonderful. I didn´t mention last post all the activities and beaches I´ve been visiting. Back in Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica we rented bicycles a couple days in a row and just wandered the island and swam in various beaches and ate lunch in various little villages. It reminded me of being a child again, hanging out on our bikes, following one

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Tonight is my last night in Costa Rica. I am a little sad to leave, well I am very sad to leave.  For those that have been following, and for those that have been helpful in my pleas for advice, you should know that I left San Jose this past Monday, five days ago now since I last saw Luis. It was a sad goodbye, a tentative goodbye, with the possibility of my return. But that is no longer a

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I didn´t see this coming, I don´t have many expectations in life, but it happened and now here I am... Let´s not pretend like we don´t know the truth that I spoke of in one my original posts prior to leaving home. I started traveling to heal a broken heart, I left home after the break up of my 12 year relationship.  As time passes, I think about the past less and less, but truthfully, I

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Who would've thought that McDonalds would be one of the coolest joints to hang out at? In the central part of San Jose lies the Plaza de la Cultura, with the National Theatre, museums, a courtyard with pigeons wandering about and children haring after them. The outer surrounding blocks are filled with shops and fast-food restaurants including Burger King, Taco Time, Pollo Campero, KFC and of

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Ok fine, I know I´m bitching despite one of my previous posts, but c´mon I´m human.  It´s been effin´raining for days now and it´s a bit of a drag. Not sprinking, nor drizzling, nor spitting, but downright pouring rain, so much rain that it was leaking through my new umbrella that I only bought 3 weeks ago, and let me tell you, it was not a cheap umbrella. I just got back earlier today from a 2

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It is always interesting to return to places I have been to before. A general rule of thumb for me is not to do so, but I make an odd exception now and again. This past week, my buddy Chris from California and I went to a couple of beaches outside of San Jose.  After spending a week in the big city, it was nice to get some fresh air. Sadly though, because it is low season.... and have I mentioned

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Where you from? Where you been? Where you going? And, for how long? These are typical backpacker introductory questions, commonalities and social norms, per se.  It can get exhausting at times to make new friends all the time. But every now and again, it is well worth the endeavour... I stand here in my swanky hostel in San Jose, on the rooftop lounge and restaurant, a common area for the guests

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I only discovered what www.couchsurfing.org was all about a month ago. Essentially, it´s a website that has a tonne of profiles from people all over this great globe of ours, that are either traveling or hosting. It is a reciprocal process where a host will offer a free bed in their house for travelers, and the travelers will eventually return the favor in their own abode. After 10 days, I

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Note to self: Gin in Costa Rica does not mean Gin the alcohol, it is short for Gingerale. Next time I go to a bar during happy hour offering free drinks, I will not order five glasses of Gingerale and then wonder why I'm not drunk. I will order Ginebra!

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-28009377400688152882011-09-17T18:04:00.000-06:002011-09-19T18:23:04.454-06:00

I left Nicaragua yesterday morning and arrived in Grecia, Costa Rica around 7pm last night, where I will be "couchsurfing" for the next while... that is another post though. Let me first say this... I eat chicken on a regular basis... I write this post with some hesitation, but also without judgement I suppose...  3 days ago Silvio, my spanish teacher, took me out on an all day field

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0Grecia, Costa Rica10.0722222 -84.311111110.0565882 -84.3308521 10.087856200000001 -84.29137010000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-69063204066669185072011-09-14T08:03:00.001-06:002011-09-14T08:03:41.162-06:00

Sept. 14 & 15 are national holidays here in Nicaragua. For the past weeks I've heard and seen young school children practicing music for a large parade in the streets for the two days. It all comes down to today! Since the town will be filled with outside visitors from around the country, along with drums, bells, vendors, colorful fabrics, shouts and screams, and a large array of other things I

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So it is the start of rainy season here in Nicaragua. Somedays it rains for 15 minutes in the morning and sometimes for another 15 in the evening. However, the cool part thus far, is the lightning storms that occur in the darkness. Because I am on the Pacific Coast, we often get to see lightning on the ocean's horizon far off in the distance. At times it is like a laser show, with distinct and

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-85382197379968766252011-09-08T15:16:00.004-06:002011-09-19T18:27:37.201-06:00

Normally at this time, as per my daily routine for the last few days, I would be sitting on the rooftop patio of my hostel either in a hammock or at a desk, doing my spanish homework. Today I thought I would have a bit a of break so to speak, so here I am writing a post. As I have said before, I work with immigrants, I volunteer closely with refugee families, I have tutored english, I

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-54940596842142781712011-09-03T16:07:00.003-06:002011-09-03T16:27:08.924-06:00

So here I am in another beach town, this time on the Pacific coast rather than the Carribean side. I just arrived after three buses, two taxis and one bicycle caddy ride. The first bus from Leon to Managua made me chuckle. I was one of the last ones to board this mini bus, which normally holds 15 people, but because of my big ass backpack which I kept in between my legs in front of me, the

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-43612328582302781902011-08-31T11:42:00.005-06:002011-08-31T12:20:05.454-06:00

So, it has been officially over two weeks now. I am still adjusting to many things. First off, living out of a backpack with only 4 tanktops, 4 t-shirts, a few shorts, and 7 pairs of underwear is tough. I washed a bunch of my laundry yesterday, as I was down to my last pair of underwear, when I returned to the hostel at 5pm they were all still very wet because of a huge downpour that occured,

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-74486228660898216552011-08-29T15:54:00.001-06:002011-08-29T16:00:37.815-06:00

After a full week on Little and Big Corn Island, a flight back to the mainland, and a bus ride to the colonial college town of Leon, I feel as though I am back to reality, whatever that may be for me. The last day I spent in Little Corn kinda felt a little isolating. Manuela and I joked about being on Castaway and we even found a little lost coconut standed on the shore that we nicknamed Wilson.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-72357633800926202402011-08-25T17:47:00.001-06:002011-08-25T17:47:03.837-06:00

Here I am, day 3 on this small, isolated island of 700 inhabitants. It doesn't feel like Nicaragua, more like a tropical Caribbean island, with a mixture of races, languages and accents. The water is so clear you can see the bottom for a good 500 meters out, and so warm you feel like you're in a jacuzzi that was turned off only an hour prior. The sand is so fine, it's as if you can use it as

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-70940684240184505002011-08-21T00:56:00.001-06:002011-08-21T00:56:30.011-06:00

Another interesting day here in Granada. I spent the day at Lago De Apoyo, a gorgeous secluded lake surrounded by luscious greenery and small private resorts and local properties. The hostel that I stayed at for just the day provided kayaks, cabana chairs,hammocks, and a cute little floating wooden paradise in about 20 meters out from the shore. So I sun bathed for the first time since I've

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Well, it´s now been three days since I left Calgary and it already feels like an eternity since I´ve been gone. It amazes me how time goes so much slower when you´re not doing your daily routine of work and living. So, here I am in Nicaragua... pollution, the smell of burning garbage, over populated streets, blazing hot sun, humid air, sweaty clothes with beads of perspiration dripping down my

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-16644616187663435702011-08-02T20:47:00.001-06:002011-08-02T20:47:19.027-06:00

Just on my bus ride home now from Vancouver, it's a 15hour trip. I'm grateful though for the time to sit and reflect on so many things, such as life and relationships, the crazy weekend Leo and I have had, and future adventures. It's a peaceful ride with gorgeous views. Thank you. Sent from my iPhone

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I write this from a hostel toilet stall, yep, seriously. Just arrived in Vancouver after a 14 hour bus ride. Walked to our hostel with Leo, which was about 25min from the station. Can't check in for another 5 hours! No sinks to brush my teeth. Yikes. And I'm only in Vancouver. Sent from my iPhone

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-57955434478323024492011-07-19T00:30:00.000-06:002011-07-19T00:32:43.681-06:00

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Well, it's less than one month away now, my departure date that is. I'm trying to squeeze so much stuff into my last month here, as if I'm never coming back! I'm only going for seven months, and yet if feels like I'm going to miss so much. In a way it's a good thing, because I'm trying to seize every moment here. As well, I'm trying to get in shape for the damn beach. Perhaps not trying enough.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-35010992851185519852011-07-07T00:53:00.001-06:002011-07-07T00:53:09.732-06:00

They say that time heals all wounds. They never really say how much time exactly. We were together for almost 12 years. For the most part, it was a happy relationship. It ended so abruptly. So, is it one week for each year? One month for each year? Perhaps one week for each crappy year, and one month for each of the happy years. If that's the case, then I would calculate about 11 months, 1 week.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-16921833283670295512011-06-26T21:31:00.008-06:002011-06-26T22:50:03.820-06:00

It's not a hidden fact that travelling has made a huge impact in my life. I often tell many new people that I meet that travelling has steered my life direction towards social work, helping others, advocating for immigrants and refugees, and towards a better understanding of humanity and culture. Travel, in my opinion, is one of the best forms of personal growth and education.It's been a really

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-84026628698420334192010-01-12T22:53:00.002-07:002010-01-12T22:56:06.461-07:00

Hello my dear old blog.It's been so long. Gee, I miss writing in you. Things have come a long way since August of 2007, too much to talk about. I'll have to come back soon and do a proper post!

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-51955633232282599042007-08-07T17:57:00.000-06:002007-08-07T18:36:09.949-06:00

Anyone that knows anything about me, would know that I'm an enormous fan of Stevie Wonder. Well today is a triumphant day for me, a dream come true in fact. I once wrote a list of things to do before I die, and that was to see Stevie perform live. I never thought it would actually happen, with Stevie getting older and no tours since 1995. Well, shout it from the roof tops my friends... I'M

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1170195265383690072007-01-30T15:07:00.000-07:002007-01-30T15:14:25.396-07:00

So here I am in Costa Rica. It´s been a while since I wrote in this thing, so I figured since I´m here... Well, after a a really long journey to get to this "tico" beachtown called Samara, I´m starting to get settled in. First of all, I had to spend an evening at the Salt Lake City Airport, where I slept on the ground. That´s a first for me, along with many others I´m assuming. I wish I took a

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1157901696252170332006-09-10T08:44:00.000-06:002006-09-10T10:35:59.600-06:00

It's been a long time. Not too much has happened in the last four months. Sadly, I didn't get very far away from the city during summer. And now it's back to school time for me (which is a positive note)! Around TownJeremy and I relocated to an apartment downtown which is a 15 minute walk to work (or alternatively a 3 minute train ride), so we've been able to do a lot of things around the city.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1147152109289148152006-05-08T23:14:00.000-06:002006-05-08T23:22:40.193-06:00

Embrace me.Embrace me with words so softWith lyrics so deepEngulf my soul with swiffs of smoothnessTouch it.Grasp it and don’t let goI feel the energyThe power within your songIt enthralls and ravishes my insidesYour words embrace meSo tight.So hard and deepI am liftedLifted high aboveClimax!And you release meEager.Eager for more enlightenmentI open my eyesNothing. There are no hands upon meNot a

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1146455013572100732006-04-30T21:24:00.000-06:002006-04-30T21:46:33.733-06:00

While reading Dalton Conley's Universal Freckle, I related to several of his ideas. As I age, mature and interact more and more with the society to which I'm connected with, I begin to realize how much of a minority I truly am. For starters, if I were in the author's classroom and asked to describe four of five attributes about myself, I would generally start off by calling myself a gay,

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1145243792646537102006-04-16T21:11:00.000-06:002006-04-16T21:19:43.626-06:00

Hooray, classes are over, I've got four, hopefully easy, finals to write and then summer! I'll be moving into an apartment with Jeremy in May. Right downtown, a 10 minute walk to work, so it looks like it'll be an exciting and relaxing summer for us. Happy Easter Everyone... Ten years ago, Vince, an old childhood friend, had a brother commit suicide. It was done in the garage with the car

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1142920022641177762006-03-20T22:36:00.000-07:002006-03-20T22:50:09.763-07:00

It's not that I don't have time to write anymore, it's just that all my effort is directed at my studies. I've decided to 'publish' some of my essays on the net. I have finally finished my English writing course via correspondence. It only took 7 months. Here's the first essay I wrote for it, back in October. Feel free to critique, that is if you actually read it. “Didn’t you wear that

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Click: My Photo AlbumBest viewed as a quick slideshow.

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This year marks my 10 year high school graduation anniversary. Scary thought. It's a time of reflection, what have I done in the last ten years? Easy answer I guess, I've done what I've chosen to do, with no regrets. Do I look back at my five year tenure at Chapters as a waste of my career? Not really. Do I wish that I'd stayed at MRC the first time around and completed my entrepreneurship

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1140326780531139472006-02-18T22:04:00.000-07:002006-02-18T22:32:23.723-07:00

We finally made it to NY only about 6 hours ago. There was a crazy ice-storm in Montreal and Jeremy and I spent most of yesterday sitting in the Calgary airport. We arrived in Montreal at around 11:30 (obviously missing our connecting flight to NY). However; I was able to see Emilie and Melissa, my two friends whom I met in Malaysia and travelled through parts of India with. What a lovely

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1140158691588688962006-02-16T23:37:00.000-07:002006-02-16T23:45:58.250-07:00

Ahhh.... reading week! No school, no work until Feb. 27. Until then, I'll be taking a bite outta the ol' Big Apple. Yep, New York. I leave in the morning and have 9 days of holidays. Jeremy and I have booked a couple of broadway shows, a Tony and Pulitzer Prize winning play called "Doubt" starring Ron Eldard, and Disney's Beauty and the Beast. We also booked this free intimate tour, given

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1138166304268286122006-01-24T22:07:00.000-07:002006-01-24T22:19:44.320-07:00

Each time I see Harper's face I get this eerie feeling in my bones and then I cringe. Last night was like watching an intense sport. At first, as the polls in the Maritimes were being tallied, the Liberals were in the lead, a far lead. I was estatic and I didn't even vote Liberal! Jeremy and I cheered each time the number grew. But as the polls went West, the Conservatives began to catch up

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It's been a while. I guess you could say that 2006 so far for me has been a bit of re-adjusting to a new schedule. I'm now at school only 2 days a week and at work 3 days. On the 2 days that I'm at school I'm going at it non-stop. I'm trying to incorporate this new concept into my life, early in the mornings before my 9:30am class. Some of you may know about it already, it's called exercise.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1136020190429008602005-12-31T01:55:00.000-07:002005-12-31T02:13:15.770-07:00

Make new friends, but keep the old, some are silverand the other's gold.- unknownI'm sure you've all heard this before, but have you ever really pondered it? I guess as time passes this quotation can become a tangible reality. Is it fair to call some friends gold and the other's silver? Labelling your friends can perhaps invite a certain stigma. I guess without the label, a friend's level of

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Well, it's almost noon. I awoke a tiny bit ago but must now wait until my sister arrives to the house until my family can open our gifts. I can't wait. She won't get her until about 4pm. In the meantime I'm off to Jeremy's family's house and do so exchanging there. Last night was full of Christmas Eve tradition and I didn't sleep until about 4am. It consisted of some last minute wrapping,

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1135146289669593232005-12-20T23:07:00.000-07:002005-12-20T23:29:29.543-07:00

A couple months back Jeremy and I had driven to Heritage station and were going to catch a bus to take us to Mount Royal. As we parked we noticed that our bus was already at the stop so we ran as hard as we could to catch it. Phew! We made it, just in time! As I knock on the door of the bus that is still fully parked the driver looks at me and gives me a hand signal of the number 5. "Five

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As the semester comes to an end (3 exams done, 2 more to go!) it begins to sadden me that I won't be able to enjoy my teachers' lectures any longer. You never really get a chance to say a proper thank-you and goodbye. I have this deep appreciation for teachers and you want to express it but it seems that there's never really a given oppotunity to do so. You see them during your last class, but

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1134434771861985702005-12-12T17:26:00.000-07:002005-12-12T17:46:11.903-07:00

Is it rude and unthoughtful to say "Merry Christmas" to someone you barely know? What if they don't celebrate Christmas and don't even want to hear the words? At work, I share an office with a Jehovah Witness and of course she has to sit and listen to all this jibberish, I wonder if she minds? Does she just tune it out, or does each and every comment anguish her. I can relate to her to a

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1133765955683117282005-12-04T23:50:00.000-07:002005-12-05T00:02:29.690-07:00

I feel like a 14 year old girl writing this. Lately I've watched bits of the few remaining episodes of TLC's search to find a 3rd member. Chilli and T-Boz say that they're not replacing Left Eye, only looking for someone to join their group, or something like that.They've chosen a very young and enthusiastic girl who has named herself "O'so Krispie". I just don't know what to think of the whole

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1132814267970622402005-11-24T22:37:00.000-07:002005-11-23T23:37:47.983-07:00

Nothing.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1132557533679894382005-11-20T23:05:00.000-07:002005-11-21T00:19:48.196-07:00

Maybe someone could help me out. I have to write an essay for my English course that I'm taking via correspondence. I've been given a few choices for topics which relate mostly to these suggested readings; or I can choose my own topic.Any ideas?Something with not so much research involved would be ideal. Obviously it has to be a compare & contrast essay if you haven't figured that part out

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1131950146229207782005-11-13T22:34:00.000-07:002005-11-13T23:37:46.770-07:00

Wednesday:Linguistics test on Morphology: 15%English group presentation comparing "O" to "Othello": 15% (Group rhymes with POOP!) Pyschology test on Stress, Child Development & Social Psychology: 20%Just browsed through some of my archives... very loooong blog entries. Just finished watching "The Sound of Music" for the first time in my life! All I can say is that the Hills are alive! The hills

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1131730565403359962005-11-11T10:09:00.000-07:002005-11-11T10:36:05.466-07:00

Oh do you remember When the family was everything?Oh do you remember?It was so long ago and so much has changed I wanna go backWanna go back to those simple days I wanna go backBut now we've grown and gone our separate waysTimes is hardAnd things are a changin'I pray to GodThat we can remain the sameAll I'm trying to say is our love don't have to changeNo it don't have to changeDo you

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1131299937255322322005-11-06T10:56:00.000-07:002005-11-06T10:58:57.266-07:00

This shot was taken at Olympic Plaza back in August during the Latino Festival.

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While we were all handing out candy to young kids dressed as goblins and princesses; people all throughout the Philippines were camping out at cemetaries in memorium for their loved ones who've passed on.That's right, November 1st is offically called "All Saints Day" in the Philippines, a national holiday. Its much like our Rememberance Day, but with a unique twist. Almost everyone in the country

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L-R: Eyrkah Badu, Geisha, Pharoah & Buddhist Monk.Happy Halloween y'all! I'm just sitting by the door waiting for the trick or treaters to yell at my door. Whatever happened to ringing the doorbell and then yelling in my face? Oh well. It seems as though that as years pass by, the number of children who canvass for candy decrease. Are they all at the malls? What a pity if they are. I used to

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1130475368441253312005-10-27T22:44:00.000-06:002005-10-27T22:56:39.746-06:00

I don't care that Sears already has a decorated Christmas tree displayed in their window. I don't care that Ikea already has a variety of ornaments to be purchased. As a matter of fact, I'm revelling in the idea of Christmas this year. I'm quite excited! It seems like its been way too long since I've celebrated Christmas in Calgary. I've missed the commercialization of it, the non-stop music

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1130129131922039762005-10-23T22:38:00.000-06:002005-10-23T22:45:31.930-06:00

I love airports. I find them very intriguing, especially when there's hardly anyone around. I picked my Mom up last night around midnight and all the businesses were closed and there were only a small selection of people hanging around waiting for friends to arrive. The lights are dim and there's this sense of the unknown. You're in a place that's always so busy, crawling with all walks of

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1129762682612737962005-10-19T16:54:00.000-06:002005-10-19T16:58:02.620-06:00

I search and I search, nowhere to be found. Up the stairs, through the corridors, into mysterious doors. Predictable places, the unknown. Frustration!Sense of calm must persist... patience. Where the hell?!? Patience is so overated, frustration!Look behind me, crank my neck, turn again, searching....Damn it! Obstacle.... dot, dot, dot . . .I sit, I wait, I type.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1129099327182018862005-10-12T00:36:00.000-06:002005-10-12T00:45:37.176-06:00

In response to Al's latest blog, I just got onto the worldvision website and donated a modest amount of money to disaster relief, particularly in Pakistan. It took a matter of maybe 2 minutes, type in your details, pull out the plastic, type away. I too encourage any of you reading this do the same. It doesn't have to be worldvision of course, I just choose them because they're a big organization

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1128571412539800542005-10-05T21:42:00.000-06:002005-10-05T22:14:50.173-06:00

This past Sunday I walked for the cure! More specifically breast cancer, this is now the second time this year that I've contributed to helping breast cancer (I volunteered for 'The weekend to end breast cancer' a while back). I don't really have any personal reasons for breast cancer specifically, other than the fact that Jeremy's mother passed away from it when he was a young boy. To be honest,

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1128056565454534142005-09-29T23:01:00.000-06:002005-09-29T23:02:45.460-06:00

Hi All!Ok, I just emailed everyone and anyone from my contact list that ever worked at Macleod chapters. I bumped into Shelly Slator the other day and she informed me that everyone's getting together tomorrow night (Friday the 30th) at the Ironwood where Tom and the men of constant sorrow are performing to have a good ol' fashioned Chapters party. What if I didn't bump into Shelly? Wasn't

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1127024911362544012005-09-18T00:14:00.000-06:002005-09-18T00:33:01.866-06:00

It started off with me bumping into an old jr. high friend while I was at an outdoor festival or carnival. Then I bumpied into a couple more old friends who used to be really close friends with the first one that I saw and then I re-united them. Then came along some other friends who I used to know in High School. Then somewhere in there were some old Chapters work-mates. It was this huge reunion

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1125768347983357292005-09-03T11:11:00.000-06:002005-09-03T11:25:47.990-06:00

Wow, I can't believe its been over a month since my last post. Sadly I haven't done much since then.Yesterday was my first day back to school. My God! For the last couple of months it hasn't really phased me that going back to school would be a huge change in my life. When I was sitting in my first class yesterday morning I looked around and saw about 20 faces all about 7-9 years younger than

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1122925551094365892005-08-01T13:33:00.000-06:002005-08-01T13:52:32.083-06:00

Clans and TartansI just arrived home from the airport a couple of hours ago. I sent off my friend Cheryl Reid who's visiting from Scotland. She's just spent the last 10 days at my house and I took time off work to be a tourist once more. The days were filled with eating, shopping, walking, drinking, hiking, laughing, watching, and reminiscing about our days working together in Sydney.She's now

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1121648607809201102005-07-17T18:51:00.000-06:002005-07-17T19:03:27.816-06:00

I've quit my office job for the following reasons:Repetitiveness and boredom 2 new full time members will be joining our team and will be kicking me out of my office I will be shuffled around from office to office, forced to board with a stranger who probably won't want to listen to my CD's and with no desk to call my ownI'm never included in any social eventsI hate working 2 jobs My own personal

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1121485373660005962005-07-15T21:40:00.000-06:002005-07-15T21:45:09.066-06:00

I normally don't use AOL, but the other night Jeremy and I sat in front of the computer in the dark watching different Live 8 performances. The website is divided into cities and performers. How cool!LIVE 8 LINK

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I'd like to dedicate this 100th blog entry to my uncle who just passed away a few days ago. He's my Mom's brother to be exact or Tito (uncle) 'Spanky' as everyone knows him, aka Roberto Sanchez.All my life I've heard stories of my Mom's older brother who lived all his life in the Philippines. Your Tito Spanky this and your Tito Spanky that. Not until this past December to March did I really come

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Farewell to a talented and well loved singer. His voice was smooth and slick, his songs could bring you to tears, his expression brought lovers closer together, overall he'd just make you get those chills and quiver all over. Every now and again while Luther's on the beat box you just have to slap your knee and shout out "ummph!", cause its so sensational and almost tangible. Hitting your knee

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1120103497816119982005-06-29T02:53:00.000-06:002005-06-29T21:53:34.080-06:00

Growing up, much like other young girls that I knew, I used to think of what it would be like to grow up, get married and have kids. I'd dream about what I'd wear, what music would be playing in the cathedral, and how many people would be at my decked out reception afterwards to celebrate and congratulate me and my beautiful newly wed bride.As I got older, I realized that I'm not into having a

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1119333733229967332005-06-20T05:19:00.000-06:002005-06-21T00:12:24.223-06:00

Why is it that when someone starts whistling, someone else will also begin to whistle. Its almost as if they're trying to compete with you, they'll whistle a more popular song, or an abstract one, really loudly. Isn't there some kind of etiquette to this? Shouldn't the person who whistled first get the play time. Or perhaps they do it to discreetly say, "shut up, no one wants to hear you whistle,

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1118386025566915632005-06-09T06:18:00.000-06:002005-06-11T13:03:47.736-06:00

Here goes... my final travel blog. In pieces. Its way too long, nor is it 100% complete to put it all into one entry. Thing is, I started writing it a couple days after I got home. Actually I even started writing some of it while I was still traveling. So its going to have different perspectives.At first I wanted to put it out straight away, but now I'm scared that once I put it out its all over.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1118112649204658102005-06-06T01:55:00.000-06:002005-06-06T21:04:21.960-06:00

"Pardon me?"Dean: For what name please?Caller: Ummm... yes, I'd like Michael Jackson's phone number please?Dean: Ok, do you mean The Michael Jackson?Caller: Yes, I'd really like to speak to him right now, I feel so sorry for him.Dean: Ok, I'm checking for you, however most celebrities aren't listed.Caller: Oh really, but its so important that I talk to Michael Jackson.Dean: Sorry, there's no

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To answer your questions:TelusDirectory Assistance Operator The scheduling for this job is based on seniority. Right now, out of 170 employees, I'm 2nd from the bottom. Therefor I'm only getting shifts on the weekends from around 3pm to 10:30pm give or take.I'm the guy that says "For what city please?.... And for what name please?.... Please hold for your number..... For what city please?.....

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I don't like working two jobs. I miss travelling.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1116397401181396952005-05-17T05:21:00.000-06:002005-05-18T00:24:22.270-06:00

Words to live by.

deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09084598565513188458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5802425.post-1101111285250745612005-05-16T21:26:00.000-06:002011-10-11T21:28:13.457-06:00

(Published October 11, 2011 - from the drafted archives)  Late 20's Well, here it is, my final travel blog. Final? Yes indeed, today being my 27th birthday, I'm making new beginnings, I'm closing that symbolic door on my recent endeavors and am giving myself the gift to be free of dwelling, and the chance to move forward and create more memories. I consider this specific blog a birthday gift in

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I'd like to say that I took this shot on purpose, this blurred effect I mean, but its just a fortunate accident. I couldn't believe how big Patrick was when I came home from my travels. I think that he was the only real thing/person that seemed different. Everything else seemed to be the same.I never realized how phenomenal the Canadian Rockies are, I couldn't stop taking photos from the plane,

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Sometimes you gotta wonder if the great musicians of the past that died in some tragic form; would they be so famous today? The sad (or possibly fortunate) reality is, that once some one dies, a lot of attention is brought to them. I am willing to bet that 1 year ago, that if you asked 10 people to name 3 titles of Ray Charles' songs, only 1 or 2 people would be able to answer. But now that

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Reply with your name and I'll tell you something I adore about you. Afterwards,copy and paste this into your own journal/or don't. Sometimes its nice to just get some love.

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Other than a couple of times on the beaches of Malaysia and India, and those times I was chasing the trains in Sydney, yesterday was my first time running since I left home in 2003. I'm taking it slow, I only ran for 2 minutes at a time and then walked for 2 minutes. My right shin began to hurt after the first 90 seconds or so, but I adjusted my stride and was ok by the end. I went to my old

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So I work on the 33rd floor of the Banker's Hall building and my elevator goes from floors 21-37. I hate that journey to the 33rd floor when the car is full, stopping at almost every floor as my stomach goes up and down up and down. What a way to make you puke in the morning. I also hate it when there's that awkwardness of not knowing what to do or how to behave in there. I see a co-worker in

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On May 3, 2005, one week before his 55th birthday, living legend Stevie Wonder will be releasing his first studio album since 1995!http://www.steviewonder.net/How excited am I?!?! I'm hoping, really, really, really hoping, that Stevie goes on tour, it doesn't have to be a huge tour, I'll fly anywhere in North America to have one of my dreams come true. Heck, to see Stevie Wonder in person,

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It is exactly 1.5 years ago today that I left my home here in Calgary to travel a wonderful part of the world. I've been home now for exactly one month and one day.I started work 2 days ago. Now that's weird, to have to wake up and iron clothes, take the bus into downtown, be politically correct and polite to everyone. Yowzers! I still have to write my final blog! Its in the works, I'm quite

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