Sunday, November 26, 2006


Sometimes, I am so thankful I come from a country like Canada. Hosers forever.

Monday, November 20, 2006

My poor legs....

My poor freaking legs. I was finishing up my adults english class when I walked outside into the dark. I was walking pretty fast and then walked right into a huge slab of rock that was lying in the middle of the parking lot. Now why was there a huge rock in the middle of the parking lot? We might never know.

Anywho, my legs are not to pretty at the moment. I walked into that rock full-on. They tried to get me to a doctor, but I said I was okay. It just stings, is all.

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Glaring Differences: Canada and Germany

So, obviously, there are some differences in cultures between Cananda and Germany. Go figure. I just thought that I would go ahead and list a couple of my all-time favourites.

- The Hair. Oh lordy, the hair is something you have to see for yourself. So many mullets and no one cares. The horror...

- Diet. By this I meat the pork. I think all Germans would starve to death if there was ever some type of pig sickness. So many sausages...makes me a little sick just thinking about eatting another one.

-Hand Shaking. In Germany, especially in the east, you shake everyones hand. Always. All the time. Everytime you see them. I could crush rocks with my hands these days...

More to come, I forgot I need to make a phonecall.

Saturday, November 18, 2006


I love weekends. I'm sure you'll all agree that weekends are pretty much the only reason to keep going during the week. This is the only 2 days of your week inwhich, I Gary Hallman, am the master of my time.

My thought lately have been drifting a lot towards Stouffville and to Canada. One thing I want to start is more interesting activities with my friends, on the change that I make it home alive that is. We're always doing crafts and whatnot in the Kindergartens and I figure that they're a heck of a lot more fun than sitting around watching movies all of the time.

I am really looking forward to my brother visiting in less than a month! Oh heck yea, the stories are sure to be amazing and the beer will flow like wine. Another good thing to look forward to, to say the least.

Friday, November 17, 2006

A night on the town

Jüterbog can certainly suprise me with its European shic, even after all this time. Its interesting to see the same things during the night, it takes on a different aspect and a whole new light.

Keith and I enjoyed a night on the town tonight, most of which included a walk and a excellent supper of chinese food. I almost felt like I was back in Chinatown, Toronto. All that was missing was bad English, as opposed to bad German.

Its Friday and tomorrow I get to sleep in for the first time in a long while. Something I am lookig forward to immensly.

Speaking of which, I should get on that post hast.

Peace out.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

What? Two nice days in a row?

This is the second day of beautiful weather in a row. I'm expecting the end of the world any time now. I even got to spend most of the day playing soccer amoung other really interesting things.

We, Keith and I, had to spend a good chunk of our evening playing sports, so needless to say, I'm a little tired. Those of you who know me, know that I avoid physical exsertion like the plauge. Maybe not as much as I used to though, I do enjoy a good game of Fußball. Who doesn't?

We enjoyed the good weather by taking a night on the town. We went out to eat and had some excellent currywurst and pommes. I also had my first beer in about 3 weeks, which was delicious in every sense of the word.

Well, now the count down begins: one month until my 20th birthay. I have 30 days to enjoy the rest of my teenage years. Where has the time gone?

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Even November can have its days...

November in Germany is suppost to be one of the worst months of the year. This is something that I can personally attest to. So far this month has been crap. Plain and simple. The weather has been so nasty, somedays I don't want to step outside. Today was a nice and welcome change to the norm.

I took advantage of this nice sunny day to take a hike in the woods and do some thinking about a book I just read. This book being Hannible, the book proceeding Silence of the Lambs. I have to say that I was very intruiged up until the end, where it had possibly one of the worst endings ever.


Starling ends up with Dr. Lecter in a weird nympho-I eat people- relationship. I'm sorry, but what the hell man. Yes, the naratives were interesting and there was some excellent detail on some of the characters but this ended screwed it over. Starling having sex with Dr. Lecter is just wrong on so many levels and effectivly ruins the entire trilogy. It makes me wish I never read the damn thing.


Anywho, other than that I've been working on a form in which I must reflect on the first 3 months of my experience. Part of me likes it and part of me wishes I could leave after six months and go to the West. Thats what I essentially summed up.

Well, I have to go start more reading so I can have something to reflect upon tomorrow.
Peace out.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Sometime we all get tired of running the Race..

Sometimes, a person in my position has to wonder why we need these journeys of self-discovery. I often find my mind wandering to the ‘million dollar question’ of my whole experience here, that being why am I here? It is an interesting and tough question to be sure.

Here are some things that I have recently pondered over, as I now have ample time to think and mull things over. The first being about youth and life; I always feel that I’m living in the wrong manner. I’m talking about how we spend our youth.

One of the big worries is that I am wasting my time here and losing precious time to be at home in the Race. What is the Race you might ask? The Race of Life; get a good job, find a beautiful wife, have children, be a community leader, get rich, be happy at the fastest possible time. I often find myself almost panic stricken sometimes that I am losing a whole year of my life with very little to show for it. Sometimes I think that if I don’t keep running this race, I’ll never get the job, the girl, the security we all desire.

It’s almost as if I don’t keep running this race, then life as an adult (car, money, girl etc.) will never happen. Perhaps, if I wait too long this adult life will simply pass me by and I’ll have missed my chance at making my mark in the world. Then I sit back and remember that I’m 19 and I relax a little. I remember that even if the past two years have really not been the most productive, the act of living them has been so profound on who I am as a person, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same person I was before (even if I wanted to).

It’s little more than a month until my 20th birthday and I am not sure if I am looking forward to it or dreading it. To me it’s a physical sign that my days of carefree fooling around are coming to a close. Maybe, not fooling around will come to a close, but a mindset will be set to peace. Remembering high school puts this into the best perspective, back when we all were a little less jaded and a little more excited about what life had in store for us. Back when we all fought against George W. Bush and were positive that if we get enough people to come to our rallies, we could save the world. Back when the only think that mattered was getting out of town and surviving school long enough to make it to college. People say being näive is a bad thing, I’m really not so sure anymore. Ignorance is bliss.

I’ve come to the conclusion that Gary Hallman’s life has been anything but normal and boring, and for the most part it’s made me happy. So why want the normal life? At the time, these constant adventures of life sometimes seem like really horrible things; like almost getting killed with a machete, practically living with 5 year olds for a year, forcing myself into cultures where I don’t speak the language and don’t know the culture. However, looking back at every time I’ve forced myself into an uncomfortable situation that puts me out of my circle of comfort, I come out being a wiser person. Or at least I always have a funny story to tell people.

In my short 20 years I have seen and experience some life changing things. Hopefully, this trend will continue.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Intermenno All-Around Awesome Fun Type Event

So its Sunday night, and I've enjoyed having the place to myself for a couple days. Last week was pretty intense, so its been quite nice to have a little bit of peace and quiet. Keith will be returning tomorrow from his 8 day trip to Barcelona and Paris, so this is my last night of solitude. Which, I have to say, has been okay but I'm ready for a little action again. Things can get pretty boring when you're by yourself. I went to bed yesterday at 6pm, because there was nothing else to do!

Last week was our Intermenno trainee event. Holy crap. That pretty much describes the whole event. It was like a whirl-wind of awesomeness in 5 days. My liver still hurts. I have yet to clean my appartment from the disaster, which is unfortunatly the cause of the growing, uh smell, in my room. I have about 5 cases of beer in my closet and about half a dozen wine bottles, not to mention an odd assortment of other things. Now hold on there folks, there were 12 of us all together, so really if you divide it up its not that bad.

We started off on Thursday with Rachel coming to Jüterbog. We went back to our place , ate good pasta, and then drank beers and went out to the flugplatz and talked about geek stuff and aliens. I love geeks.

The next day set us off on an adventure to Berlin to pick up all of the other folks. Of course, being the hungry guy that I am, we stopped for some delicious pizza and dunkelbier on the way. By far the best meal that I have had so far in Germany.

We met everyone at the trainstation and came back to our appartment. We then proceeded to grab lots of stuff and head out to the Russian racetrack so we could be a little louder. About 2 hours later, a little louder turned into screaming songs and such. That night will definetly be one of my favourtie memories of this experience. We came home at about 3am and I promptly went to sleep after grudgingly giving up most of my pillows.

The next morning we all woke up relatively alive and then ran to catch the train. Of course, I had to do 4 trips with the red car so we were almost late. We got the the HBF when, naturally, I was hungry. I decided that it would be a good time for everyone to eat, so we ate Dönners. Delicious.
With our bellies full, we went outside and saw Berlin in all of its glory and awesomeness. It we saw that it was awesome and we said it was good. At the end of this day we rested. Just kidding, we bought more beer. The events of that night included:

- a costume party were I was a monk
- a spooky tour through the communist base (they love hopscotch)
- an interesting party story I might discuse later on in life

The next morning we all came to the conclusion that so far we had 2 awesome days. That made the ratio of awesome days 2:0 or would it be 1:0? Doesn't matter. We let Sunday be a day of rest. Keith set out for his adventure and then the rest of us went to Jüterbog, ate dönners, and then moved on to say goodbye to half of our group. It was tearful. Then the rest of us went to the grocery store and bought more beer. And wine. And some other stuff.

That day we went back to the ruins and had a day time adventure. We drank bad beers and had some sugar water. It was here that I learned of my poor ability to judge time. Apparently, 5 minutes to me, is 30 to the rest of the world. Everything in my life makes sense now. That night we made pasta and then talked for a long time. The fab 5 will rule for all times. People who stay get richly rewarded. It was another premium moment of the Fest.

The next morning we all went to the train station to say goodbye to our fellow trainees. Josh and Mattias stayed and after we said our goodbyes to the gals, we went to Wittenburg for the Remermationstag celebration. It was amazing, we say olden days type people and then drank the most delicious honey mead. It was the best beer I have ever tasted. If I could only drink one thing again for the rest of my life, it would be mead. So good. We also ate some good goat/beef stuffed pockets? We finished the day with some good food and a movie. I went to bed early, Mattias drank the last of our beer and the slosh bucket. Oh Mattias.

Thats pretty much it. My fingers hurt.