We bring the Caribbean to us. Because we're too poor and lazy to go there.

This happened a while back. September 8th I believe. My girlfriend Nadia (the très cool Torontonian) is obsessed with raggae/soca/dancehall music. So everytime there's a raggae party anywhere in town -which doesn't happen often- she will drag my butt over there. I've never really listened to raggae much but I gotta say, these dance parties rock. hard.

We were browsing through their website and came across photos of that night.


It's like we're ACTUALLY there. In the Caribbean...just dancing away...

Taking a break to pose for the photographer. Way to know where the party's at Nadia. AND way to party with a sprained wrist.

Spring is in the fairy floss

Walking through uni with flowy summer dress.Walking past the uni art festival's free sausage sizzle. Picking up sausage, one sliced bread, and tomah-to sauce from the chill English chef on campus. Temperature: 24 °C. Polishing off the free lunch under a tree. Up again. Walking past more...is that a free fairly floss stand? Fairy floss in hand. Taking sunnies out of bag and putting them on. Smile. You should be on kodak camera.

Zenith does not take these uni days for granted.

Translation for the homies back home:

Uni: University
Fairy Floss: Cotton Candy
Sausage sizzle: The act of barbequing sausages...?
Sliced Bread: We know this one guys. The aussies just prefer to wrap a single slice of bread around their sausages instead of using a bun
Tomah-to Sauce: Ketchup
Sunnies: Shades

I love a sunburned country

“I love a sunburned country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of rugged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror,
The sunburned land for me.”

-A poem about Ozland by some Oz bloke

Zenith just got off the boat dressed in a multi-colored sarong with a Scarlet Macaw on her shoulder

Seriously, if I get called "exotic looking" one more time I'm going to punch someone in the face. Or get slightly irritated and do nothing about it. As I do.

Random person at pub: You have this exotic look about you. Where are you from?
Me: Canada...?

ex·ot·ic (g-ztk)
adj.
- From another part of the world; foreign
- Intriguingly unusual or different; excitingly strange

My conclusion: I am from "another" part of the world, where exactly I'm not sure and I am excitingly strange. I'm going to, as I usually do, take it as a compliment and be content. Well no, except for this one time-

Random person at uni: Ya I love your exotic look.
Me: Right thanks. So what does that mean? What constitutes as "exotic"?
Random person at uni: Um...not white?

Final conclusion: I am from "another" part of the world. I am excitingly strange because I am from another part of the world. Most importantly I am not white. So am I excitingly strange because I am not white? Before I draw any drastic conclusions I will find another one of them "exotic people lovers" and grill them with more seemingly important questions about...well really...skin color...

Zenith will keep you updated.

:S

Ya not too proud to be a Canadian at the moment.

Springtime? Intoxicating scent of exotic foliage? No!

Why is the weather being so freakin ridiculous? First it's spring and 25 degrees by midday and now it's 13 degrees with thunderstorms up the wazoo.

I haven't seen thunderstorms like these since I used to live in Bangladesh. When it rains here, it pours. Yes, quite unlike Vancouver. When you feel a raindrop on you (in Vancouver), you have a good five minutes to get inside a building. Here, you have about 5 seconds. I kid you not. It starts to pour faster than you can say "What the-" But again, unlike Vancouver, the rain here will stop in 5-10 minutes. But man, does it rain hard. Last night the thunderstorm was pretty scary. And all day today it has been über windy. 46 km/hour windy to be exact. Several times today I was certain that the wind was going to pick me right off the ground and throw me at oncoming traffic/pedestrians/wildlife...

Zenith hates season changes.