Category Archives: Culture

Dave’s Homecoming Countdown: #14 Malls & Food Courts

Who does not love malls?
Teenies spend most of their time here (and the girls dress up (why by the way? it’s just the mall)), you can get anything you want, mall cops inspect you to every detail. It is chilly… not hassle… malls are awesome… but not better than shopping areas in Europe I have to admit. Although I will miss all the sweet malls… they can never be regarded as a subsitute for the neat shopping areas in Copenhagen, Paris or Rome!

Still…. I will miss you malls.

And of course the very best thing about every mall… FOOD COURT!
Where else can you meet Koreans, Italians, Greek and Yankees 😉

For this I made a list about the best Food Court booths:

#1 Dairy Queen: God I love DQ Ice Cream… before you leave the food court… one delicious Oreo Blizzard… tastes like chocolate cookie and sunday ice-cream making sweet delicious love in my mouth… makes this world a better place! So if you hit USA or Canada, grab everybody around you and make a detour to DQ ice-cream and experience a culinary orgasm 😉

2. Sushi Place: Cheap (well-priced, not cheap!) and good quality sushi in every mall… Heaven on earth for me!

#3 Your China-Man: One word: Orange-Chicken. Incredibly delicious orange chicken… tastes like a sweet rickshaw ride through the region of Hunan in my mouth!

God I will miss this…

Dave’s Homecoming Countdown: #15 Being called European

“You are so European.”
“You sound like you’re from Europe… Where are you from?
“Woh… you are not Canadian, are you?
“What are European girls like? Are they really so… crazy?”

Sentences like those. I will miss them. Being typically European, being recognized for it and being asked silly questions like the one above. Makes life often very easy because youre get away with things easier and you can just pretend that you don’t speak  English in worst case scenario. (Happened once with the bus driver :-P)

As much as I love Europe, as much I will miss being called European istead of German.

The following sentence is from a real conversation at a Pub Night:
“Duuuuuuude! Germany! Wow! That’s awesome! I always wanted to go to Copenhagen!”

Haha… I love this!

Dave’s Homecoming Countdown: #16 Pressing buttons to open the door

Buttons. Buttons to open a door. Rarely appears in Germany. But here, they are at every door! Really… trust me. Everyhwhere!
And all the people here are too lazy to open the doors themselves anymore. They just press the button because they are so friecking lazy.
And that is contagious (ansteckend)! I became so lazy that I don’t even want to finish th

Dave’s Homecoming Countdown: #17 Russell Peters Jokes

In Canada, everybody knows Russell Peters. Back in Germany. Not so much.

When you go: “Son. I can’t hear. Nothings coming” with a turning hand motion in the area of the head, everybody bursts into laughing. People around you make Russell Peters jokes, they understand you if you make references or quotes. So funny. I will miss that definetely.
But enough from me, let’s let Mr. Peters tell something himself.

Someone’s gonna get a hurt real bad!

Dave’s Homecoming Countdown: #18 Buying 5 liters of Milk

I LOVE MILK. Seriously. Milk is so amazing. It is soothing, cold, refreshing, healthy, tasty… Simply Amazing.
Waking up at 3 in the morning, being amazingly thirsty and pouring down half a liter of soothing milk down your throat… aaaaaaahhhh. Incredible.

But buying milk in germany is so complicated. You have to buy 3… or do you buy 2 boxes? Can’t decide. But Canada has the solution:



Dave’s Homecoming Countdown: #20 Cursing in English

Dumbass. Fool. Stupid. Bitches. CRACKERS!

Cursing in English is so much fun becaue it seems not that big of a deal like in German. Especially complaining about the SFU Staff has become aqutie fashionable thing for me and Ian.
A often used word by Ian and me is: Crackers! It is a short version for Racist Crackers. Since I am German, not from this county and Ian obviously black, we like to make our ethnicity and cultural background responsible for shit that happens. Here is a typical conversation:

Dave: Damn Ian. They didn’t let me in because I were on the guest list.
Ian: Crackers!


Ian: Dave, let’s go to the gym.
Dave: Dude! Today is a holiday. They’re closed.
Ian: Crackers!

And what I will really miss: Ian calling me dumbass. Whenever I forget or lose something, Ian calls me dumbass. English equivalent to IDIOT.
Cursing in English is just awesome. Funny and cool at the same time. I will miss that.

Mysterious Bubble Tea

During the whole semester, studetns had been running over campus with a strange looking drink. It looks like this:

Of course, I’ve been asking me the same questions you might ask yourself now: What is this? What are those little black balls? What does it taste like? Where can I get this crazy stuff?
Well, after a covnersation with my norwegian friend Erlend, I found out, it is called Bubble Tea.
As the name claims, it is based on tea and those small little bals are called “pearls” and you can get this beverage in two types: Tea and Milk based drinks. Before given to the customer they are put into a machine.. This machine does to the drink what the McFlurry Machine is doing to the McFlurry at McDonald’s: shake, mix, twirl them.

I got myself also one of these weird Bubble Teas. I didn’t trust the weird tea flavoures one, so I got a strawberry/bananna milk flavour one and it tastes: fluffy and juicy. So if you guys ever get the chance to try a bubble tea: Go For It!


Universe’s April Joke

On the 1st of April 2009, Dave opened his window and had to witness this:


Welcome to Canada!

Talib Kweli Live in Concert

Hey party people!

Yesterday Funky Dave, Ian & Erlend went on a Talib Kweli concert downtown to the gossip night club.
Was a really nice conert, and they had amazing opnening bands. I have to say… local hip hop is amazingly cool.
My favourite opnening band: Boombox Saints

They reminded me a little of Run DMC with their rapping style and vibe, yet, with a lot of funky rythm! And they had a lot of energy on the stage!

This is a video from the concert, unfortunately, the sound is of awful quality:


Still, Talib Kweli rock’d the house as well. He did some amazing freestyling bout Vancouver and did his thing. Nice concert I have to admit.

However… we got out the club at 1:30ish in the morning. We didnt know where the next bust stop was, so we were staggerin round vancouver to find west hastings, which is the road where our bus passes by. We found the street, and there were two bus stations: one where the 135 stops, and one hwere the nightbus, the N35 stops. They were 15-20 second run apart from each other but, the 135 stop was closer to the bus if he came.
I figured: if the bus comes around the corner, and it is the N35, we still got enough time to run to the other bus stop, becasue of the bad weather we ould not be able to do it vice versa.
But Ian and Erlend didn’t listen to me, cuz the 135 stop was roofed. And of course, after an hour of waiting… the 135 bus passed us… of course… cuz why should we think logical… whatever…

We had to wait an hour more for the N35 to arrive, and got approached by at least 10 homeless people trying to sell weed, an electric shaver, a jesus statue and other weired things. That’s West-Hasting Street…

And it was raining like hell! I was wearing my chucks and my feet were wet. That is why appreciated being home at 4 in the morning even more, and I even met a girl on the bus, who went also to the concert.

In a nutshell, another adventure… It didn’t kill me, but made me stronger!

Greetings to Germany!

Go Dave, It’s Your Birthday!

… that’s at least what everybody was thinking downtonw with this outfit I got from a girl who atually had birthday:

Happy Birthday

Earned a lot of kisses 😛