Inside-Out
I WANT TO BE WOOED!
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
What's That Smell?
Note to self: Do NOT do Christmas shopping online while cookies are in the oven.
As you can see my kitchen has turned into somewhat of a cookie factory. These ones are all fine and dandy, but there are about a dozen fewer than there should be. I admit that even some of the ones in the picture are a little toastier than they could be, but that's okay, you're not getting any anyway... ;)
Note to self: Do NOT do Christmas shopping online while cookies are in the oven.
As you can see my kitchen has turned into somewhat of a cookie factory. These ones are all fine and dandy, but there are about a dozen fewer than there should be. I admit that even some of the ones in the picture are a little toastier than they could be, but that's okay, you're not getting any anyway... ;)
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Hell's GOT To Be Frozen By Now
Friday, December 17, 2004
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
All I Want For Christmas
There are ornaments slowly spinning in the soft lights of my Christmas tree as I sit here on my couch and watch massive clusters of snowflakes float down from the clouds above through my big bay window. Music serenades me from my computer and multitudes of blankets keep me warm and cozy. Having just finished writing my second exam and with nearly a week until my next, I've been able to read, write and knit and other unstressful things--and yet with all this relaxing "me" time, all I want to do is spend time with you. It's not that I don't like getting time to myself, it's that I don't take well to second place.
There are ornaments slowly spinning in the soft lights of my Christmas tree as I sit here on my couch and watch massive clusters of snowflakes float down from the clouds above through my big bay window. Music serenades me from my computer and multitudes of blankets keep me warm and cozy. Having just finished writing my second exam and with nearly a week until my next, I've been able to read, write and knit and other unstressful things--and yet with all this relaxing "me" time, all I want to do is spend time with you. It's not that I don't like getting time to myself, it's that I don't take well to second place.
Smells Like Christmas Spirit
On Sunday night, Boo and Gennie-Boo crashed my house and helped Shmelly and I decorate the house with Christmas spirit--basically, whatever didn't go on the tree went in the windowsills and fun was had by all.
Anyway, because of the decorating help from Boo and her boo, my tree now has a little more spirit. You know how Santa comes around and as he puts presents under the tree, he exclaims his trademark "Ho Ho Ho" before leaving? Well, this year while he's under my tree, he'll have a few more "Ho"s to go around. Reason being? Take a look for yourself:
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Speaking of places to go this Christmas, I have my own personal list of things to do and places to see over the Christmas holidays that I know I won't get to due to bad scheduling or lack of company. However, with high hopes, I want to:
- go skating and get an overly sweet hot chocolate at Nathan Phillips Square
- visit Casa Loma and see all their BEAUTIFUL (and incredibly romantic) Christmas decorations
- take a walk down the main street of Niagara-on-the-Lake
- see the Falls with its backdrop of lights and frozen trees
- go tobogganing with my little cousins
- build a snowman
- have a coffee at Starbucks on Main Street Unionville as the snow's falling anew
So much to do...so little time. Why am I ever surprised?
On Sunday night, Boo and Gennie-Boo crashed my house and helped Shmelly and I decorate the house with Christmas spirit--basically, whatever didn't go on the tree went in the windowsills and fun was had by all.
Anyway, because of the decorating help from Boo and her boo, my tree now has a little more spirit. You know how Santa comes around and as he puts presents under the tree, he exclaims his trademark "Ho Ho Ho" before leaving? Well, this year while he's under my tree, he'll have a few more "Ho"s to go around. Reason being? Take a look for yourself:
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Speaking of places to go this Christmas, I have my own personal list of things to do and places to see over the Christmas holidays that I know I won't get to due to bad scheduling or lack of company. However, with high hopes, I want to:
- go skating and get an overly sweet hot chocolate at Nathan Phillips Square
- visit Casa Loma and see all their BEAUTIFUL (and incredibly romantic) Christmas decorations
- take a walk down the main street of Niagara-on-the-Lake
- see the Falls with its backdrop of lights and frozen trees
- go tobogganing with my little cousins
- build a snowman
- have a coffee at Starbucks on Main Street Unionville as the snow's falling anew
So much to do...so little time. Why am I ever surprised?
Friday, December 10, 2004
Yay
First final in T-Minus 16.5 hours. It's "The Victorian Novel"--3300 pages of reading for a single term, 40 pages a day, everyday for 12 weeks. Seeing as I probably read 1/2 of all the required reading, I have a bit of catching up to do before tomorrow. I used to think I was the fastest reader around; that no amount of reading could be too much for me to accomplish, no matter what the dead-line was. Ah, how university opened my eyes. Thank goodness for my awesomely detailed note-taking and for on-line study guides. Yay, the easy way out.
Don't those "I love you/No, I love you more" fights between couples make you sick? Ugh, I know. What was I thinking? ;) Yay, making people sick.
On my way to study, I got to have a hit-and-run coffee with Boobin and Squiggly. As much as I love those guys, I think it's unfair that there's two of them, and only one of me, and that we must fight over one man. Yay, guy on guy on guy gold medal action.
I've just learned to knit and have been knitting Boobin a scarf. I decided earlier tonight that my first attempt wasn't good enough for him and mom was nice enough to help me start again. She was about to give the started scarf back to me just now, but when she learned I had an exam tomorrow, she hightailed it back upstairs to her room with my yarn and knitting needles. She knows me and my procrastination tendancies too well. Yay, mother's intuition.
In the midst of typing this post, I heard a strange thump outside my side door. At first I thought it might have been Shmelly coming by for surprise visit after poker but then there was more thumping so I decided to see what the heck was going on. Turns out that those marvelously crafted Green Bins from the city are not as animal-proof as they initially designed them to be; there was a raccoon on my doorstep, digging into yesterday's leftovers.
My first attempt to deter him from his late-night snack was to bang on the window at him. I got his attention, but then he just looked up at me with those big dark eyes and tried to distract me with his cutest stare while he slowly dragged some scraps closer to him. I opened and closed the door a few times, hoping he'd fall for my bluff without my actually having to go out and chase him off, but instead of leaving, his friend came along instead. Great.
With all the thumping and door slamming, mom came down just in time to see me don my winter coat and dad's snow boots. Catching on to my intention of going outside, she armed me with a broom and off I went as she cheered me on through the window. Needless to say, my ridiculous armor scared the two bandits off and I managed to clean up their meal with a handy shovel before repositioning the Green Bin (damn that thing) into a less accessible posture and heading back inside to continue with mystudying blogging. Yay, adventure of the night.
Now I'm hungry. Yay, procrastination via refrigerator searching.
First final in T-Minus 16.5 hours. It's "The Victorian Novel"--3300 pages of reading for a single term, 40 pages a day, everyday for 12 weeks. Seeing as I probably read 1/2 of all the required reading, I have a bit of catching up to do before tomorrow. I used to think I was the fastest reader around; that no amount of reading could be too much for me to accomplish, no matter what the dead-line was. Ah, how university opened my eyes. Thank goodness for my awesomely detailed note-taking and for on-line study guides. Yay, the easy way out.
Don't those "I love you/No, I love you more" fights between couples make you sick? Ugh, I know. What was I thinking? ;) Yay, making people sick.
On my way to study, I got to have a hit-and-run coffee with Boobin and Squiggly. As much as I love those guys, I think it's unfair that there's two of them, and only one of me, and that we must fight over one man. Yay, guy on guy on guy gold medal action.
I've just learned to knit and have been knitting Boobin a scarf. I decided earlier tonight that my first attempt wasn't good enough for him and mom was nice enough to help me start again. She was about to give the started scarf back to me just now, but when she learned I had an exam tomorrow, she hightailed it back upstairs to her room with my yarn and knitting needles. She knows me and my procrastination tendancies too well. Yay, mother's intuition.
In the midst of typing this post, I heard a strange thump outside my side door. At first I thought it might have been Shmelly coming by for surprise visit after poker but then there was more thumping so I decided to see what the heck was going on. Turns out that those marvelously crafted Green Bins from the city are not as animal-proof as they initially designed them to be; there was a raccoon on my doorstep, digging into yesterday's leftovers.
My first attempt to deter him from his late-night snack was to bang on the window at him. I got his attention, but then he just looked up at me with those big dark eyes and tried to distract me with his cutest stare while he slowly dragged some scraps closer to him. I opened and closed the door a few times, hoping he'd fall for my bluff without my actually having to go out and chase him off, but instead of leaving, his friend came along instead. Great.
With all the thumping and door slamming, mom came down just in time to see me don my winter coat and dad's snow boots. Catching on to my intention of going outside, she armed me with a broom and off I went as she cheered me on through the window. Needless to say, my ridiculous armor scared the two bandits off and I managed to clean up their meal with a handy shovel before repositioning the Green Bin (damn that thing) into a less accessible posture and heading back inside to continue with my
Now I'm hungry. Yay, procrastination via refrigerator searching.
Song of the Moment: "Insatiable" - Darren Hayes
When moonlight crawls along the street
chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
the world revolves I let it go
We build our church above the street
we practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
it bathes my skin I'm stained in you
And all I have to you is hold you
there's a racing within my heart
And I am barely touching you
Turn the lights down low
take it off let me show you
My love for you--insatiable
Turn me on never stop
want to taste every drop
My love for you--insatiable
The moonlight plays upon your skin
a kiss that lingers takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
there are no words there's only truth
Breathe in breathe out there is no sound
we move together up and down
We levitate our bodies soar
our feet don't even touch the floor
But nobody knows you like I do
'cause the world they don't understand
That I grow stronger in your hands
We never sleep we're always holding hands
kissing for hours talking and making plans
I feel like a better man just being in the same room
We never sleep there's just so much to do
so much to say can't close my eyes when I'm with you
Insatiable--the way I'm loving you
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This is romance. This is what love should be like. I would melt if I knew this was how my man thought and felt about me and about us; wouldn't any girl?
When moonlight crawls along the street
chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
the world revolves I let it go
We build our church above the street
we practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
it bathes my skin I'm stained in you
And all I have to you is hold you
there's a racing within my heart
And I am barely touching you
Turn the lights down low
take it off let me show you
My love for you--insatiable
Turn me on never stop
want to taste every drop
My love for you--insatiable
The moonlight plays upon your skin
a kiss that lingers takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
there are no words there's only truth
Breathe in breathe out there is no sound
we move together up and down
We levitate our bodies soar
our feet don't even touch the floor
But nobody knows you like I do
'cause the world they don't understand
That I grow stronger in your hands
We never sleep we're always holding hands
kissing for hours talking and making plans
I feel like a better man just being in the same room
We never sleep there's just so much to do
so much to say can't close my eyes when I'm with you
Insatiable--the way I'm loving you
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This is romance. This is what love should be like. I would melt if I knew this was how my man thought and felt about me and about us; wouldn't any girl?
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
I Don't Wanna
The worst feeling to experience while in a relationship is not sadness or anger, it's loneliness.
Watching it softly snow for hours yesterday at work, I noticed the construction guy across the street at the ROM directing the dump-trucks while wearing a Santa hat over his hard-hat. I like such people.
My first final is on Friday. With this in mind you'll probably get many more posts by me before then.
I'm tired. I bought a coffee from Tim's and it's just sitting on my kitchen counter, less than 10 steps away from me, but I'm too tired to get up and get it.
I crocheted Boobin a scarf because his sucked. I also crocheted someone else a scarf, but we won't mention who that someone else is just yet. It'll hopefully be a welcome surprise.
Makes me melt: slow-dancing for no reason in a random place, public or private, as though there's no one else in the world except for the one in your arms.
I don't like being tired--it makes me cranky. I don't like being cranky--it makes me feel bad.
I need to read a bit before I write more...so I shall return...if I don't fall asleep first.
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Me - Today, while I was on my way home from work, on the phone making plans to go out and eat, mom cooked dinner and then got mad at me for not knowing that she had intended for the family to eat all together. I must've forgotten to turn on my ESP tonight.
Bro - but it's tuesday!
Bro - your ESP should ALWAYS be on on tuesday
The worst feeling to experience while in a relationship is not sadness or anger, it's loneliness.
Watching it softly snow for hours yesterday at work, I noticed the construction guy across the street at the ROM directing the dump-trucks while wearing a Santa hat over his hard-hat. I like such people.
My first final is on Friday. With this in mind you'll probably get many more posts by me before then.
I'm tired. I bought a coffee from Tim's and it's just sitting on my kitchen counter, less than 10 steps away from me, but I'm too tired to get up and get it.
I crocheted Boobin a scarf because his sucked. I also crocheted someone else a scarf, but we won't mention who that someone else is just yet. It'll hopefully be a welcome surprise.
Makes me melt: slow-dancing for no reason in a random place, public or private, as though there's no one else in the world except for the one in your arms.
I don't like being tired--it makes me cranky. I don't like being cranky--it makes me feel bad.
I need to read a bit before I write more...so I shall return...if I don't fall asleep first.
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Me - Today, while I was on my way home from work, on the phone making plans to go out and eat, mom cooked dinner and then got mad at me for not knowing that she had intended for the family to eat all together. I must've forgotten to turn on my ESP tonight.
Bro - but it's tuesday!
Bro - your ESP should ALWAYS be on on tuesday
Friday, December 03, 2004
No More Essays, No More Books...
No more...wait a sec...there are still books cuz there are still exams...boo. Well, at least that's just 10 billion less things to worry about. Damn essays. And Exams. Damn exams.
Can someone explain to me why over a week's worth of writing time, I managed to complete only 3/4 of one essay, but yet when crunch-time came up today, I finished that one essay and wrote an entire other essay (and it was WELL written, I might add) in just under 2.5 hours? I don't get it. There's just something about that last minute rush that just gets the job done everytime. Why can't I bottle some of that rush up and use it for my future essays?
Perhaps I was distracted from essay writing last night because instead I was feeling a little sleighted by a hand of cards. But that could just be me. Today I felt as though I was rolled over on by the unconscious body of a nap caused by last night's sleight of hand. But again, that could just be me.
On a lighter note, Christmas is coming! This is my favourite holiday of the year because of all the joy, warm-heartedness and festivities that go on all at once. Decorating the tree, cooking the turkeys, eating the turkeys, seeing all the loved ones, listening to Christmas songs...it's all so heart-warming, don't you think? My favourite part of this all is--believe it or not--the shopping and wrapping of all the gifts I give out! I don't know why, but there's just such a feeling of accomplishment that accompanies sticking on little bows and crossing a name off the list of things to buy. That and I LOVE giving surprises! I'm really bad at keeping them, but I love to give them!
I really hope that we have a white Christmas this year. We've really been lacking in snowfall over the past few years; at least that's what my memory tells me. Christmas just isn't the same if there isn't any snow. For that reason, I could never spend a Christmas in a tropical place--Santa in shorts? I think not. In my mind, there is no such thing as a green Christmas.
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Things That Make Me (Extra) Mushy At Christmastime:
No more...wait a sec...there are still books cuz there are still exams...boo. Well, at least that's just 10 billion less things to worry about. Damn essays. And Exams. Damn exams.
Can someone explain to me why over a week's worth of writing time, I managed to complete only 3/4 of one essay, but yet when crunch-time came up today, I finished that one essay and wrote an entire other essay (and it was WELL written, I might add) in just under 2.5 hours? I don't get it. There's just something about that last minute rush that just gets the job done everytime. Why can't I bottle some of that rush up and use it for my future essays?
Perhaps I was distracted from essay writing last night because instead I was feeling a little sleighted by a hand of cards. But that could just be me. Today I felt as though I was rolled over on by the unconscious body of a nap caused by last night's sleight of hand. But again, that could just be me.
On a lighter note, Christmas is coming! This is my favourite holiday of the year because of all the joy, warm-heartedness and festivities that go on all at once. Decorating the tree, cooking the turkeys, eating the turkeys, seeing all the loved ones, listening to Christmas songs...it's all so heart-warming, don't you think? My favourite part of this all is--believe it or not--the shopping and wrapping of all the gifts I give out! I don't know why, but there's just such a feeling of accomplishment that accompanies sticking on little bows and crossing a name off the list of things to buy. That and I LOVE giving surprises! I'm really bad at keeping them, but I love to give them!
I really hope that we have a white Christmas this year. We've really been lacking in snowfall over the past few years; at least that's what my memory tells me. Christmas just isn't the same if there isn't any snow. For that reason, I could never spend a Christmas in a tropical place--Santa in shorts? I think not. In my mind, there is no such thing as a green Christmas.
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Things That Make Me (Extra) Mushy At Christmastime:
- presents under the tree
- cuddling by a lit fireplace
- watching the snowfall from a big window at night
- see the loved ones at dinnertime
- kids coming to sit on my lap to show me their Christmas loot
- a lit Christmas tree in a dark room
- giving gifts and watching the recipient open it
- taking a walk at night while the snow's falling and the houses are lit up
- staying up late the night before with good company to finish last-minute details (wrapping extra presents, baking extra cookies, writing the last few cards)
- watching Christmas festivities all come together
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Essays? But I'm In Holiday Mode!
Rather than just FINISHING the last essays of the year so that I can just get them out of the way, I've spent the last hour replying to a Boobie-Christmas Questionnaire that I will now share most of with you...
How've you been lately? Tired. Too many exams and essays all at once...but excited for the holidays!
What are you doing after the holidays? Going back to school in jan for hopefully my LAST SEMESTER!!! and then possibly off to CUBA with Señorita
Where do you currently live? I'm still here with mom and dad where you guys last left me...unlike SOME boo I know...
Newest favourite movie? The INCREDIBLES!!!
Most recently coveted DVD? Love Actually, The Terminal, Shrek 2
Most recently coveted CD? Kristine Sa's REBIRTH, K-os
Favourite TV shows? CSI (all of the series), FRIENDS, The Simpsons
Anyone new in your life we should know about and be prepared to interrogate? The new beau's Shmelly...though most of you've met him (it's been 5.5 months by now) and I know Ruhbin already LOVES him...(he's MINE, Boobin...I saw him first)
Are you working right now and if so, where and doing what? Regrettably, I'm still working at the Over Easy, apparently with Gennie-Boo (though i NEVER see him) and apparently as a waitress.
Generic gift that people ALWAYS get you at times like these and that you don't want anymore of? Empty picture frames, candles, bath-stuffs
Favourite sport? Duh...VOLLEYBALL!!!
Favourite sports team? ...um, does my own count? (www.torontoflyingtigers.com)
Favourite number? 2--second's the best!
Favourite colours? Blue...and then I guess red, white, purple...
Favourite animals? Is Shmelly an animal? I dunno...tigers, pandas...
Boo that you've seen the least of over the past 6 months? I vaguely recall some girls named CPP and Lopez... ;)
Boo you've seen the most of over the past 6 months? Tough call...Squiggly, Boobin, or Boo.
Why don't we see each other more often? Wah! I blame it on...the rain?
Last book/thing you read? My essay outline...*groan* However "Mao II" was a good book
How many piercings do you have and where are they? 5--2 per lobe, and one cartilige piercing in my left ear. (Lou, it's been there for TWO years now!)
How do you get around town? TTC to work, drive the car or van around the city, and ride the TruckTruck when I'm special
Favourite drink? Non-alcoholic: Coffee, Bubble Tea, Halo-Halo Alcoholic: anything with Malibu, beer, anything without vodka
Favourite junk food? What time of the month is it? Ferrero Rocher, LAY'S Ketchup chips, nachos with salsa, french fries
Something new you tried to eat recently? Moroccan food, and Buffalo Butter wings...spicy!
Something new you tried to do recently? I went rock climbing not too long ago--we should all go! I also tried to do an essay BEFORE its due date...hahaha
Something new you need for your room? I need a good reading lamp for the floor...the one in bed just makes me go to sleep! Also, if someone knows where I could get me a maid...
What colour's your room? Electrifyingly blue! with a trim of white and then beech wood furniture.
How many other dinners are you attending over the holidays and whose are they? So far, I know of 2 family ones, 2 volleyball ones, 1 Boo one, and we'll see what else pops up.
Something YOU need to stay warm this winter? My own car would be nice. And maybe a new hat. And a cool pair of boots. I also need my mom to stop stealing ALL of my scarves--I have 20, yet she always takes the ones I want to wear.
What electronics do you think everyone needs to own? Computer/Laptop, TV/VCR/DVD, Stereo system, CD/MP3/Walkman, Cell Phone, StarTrek Transporter system, cordless phone, Dr. Ho Masseur, remote controls, a digital camera
How many of those electronics do YOU own? I do NOT have a Laptop or a transporter system (seeing as I'm ALWAYS late for class)
Are you going to INSIDE on December 17th? I will do my BEST to be there for Gennie-boo!!! Will you?
If Santa was your sugar daddy, what would you ask him for this year? A Beamer, laptop, my own Nike Store, and a StarTrek Transporter system
If Santa was a middle-income sort of guy, what would you ask him for? A Laptop, new volleyball court shoes, Kristine Sa's new album ;), and a new ring for my fat-finger.
If Santa was a broke-ass mofo, what would you ask him for? A white Christmas, Time, Happiness, and a night with my Boos
Rather than just FINISHING the last essays of the year so that I can just get them out of the way, I've spent the last hour replying to a Boobie-Christmas Questionnaire that I will now share most of with you...
How've you been lately? Tired. Too many exams and essays all at once...but excited for the holidays!
What are you doing after the holidays? Going back to school in jan for hopefully my LAST SEMESTER!!! and then possibly off to CUBA with Señorita
Where do you currently live? I'm still here with mom and dad where you guys last left me...unlike SOME boo I know...
Newest favourite movie? The INCREDIBLES!!!
Most recently coveted DVD? Love Actually, The Terminal, Shrek 2
Most recently coveted CD? Kristine Sa's REBIRTH, K-os
Favourite TV shows? CSI (all of the series), FRIENDS, The Simpsons
Anyone new in your life we should know about and be prepared to interrogate? The new beau's Shmelly...though most of you've met him (it's been 5.5 months by now) and I know Ruhbin already LOVES him...(he's MINE, Boobin...I saw him first)
Are you working right now and if so, where and doing what? Regrettably, I'm still working at the Over Easy, apparently with Gennie-Boo (though i NEVER see him) and apparently as a waitress.
Generic gift that people ALWAYS get you at times like these and that you don't want anymore of? Empty picture frames, candles, bath-stuffs
Favourite sport? Duh...VOLLEYBALL!!!
Favourite sports team? ...um, does my own count? (www.torontoflyingtigers.com)
Favourite number? 2--second's the best!
Favourite colours? Blue...and then I guess red, white, purple...
Favourite animals? Is Shmelly an animal? I dunno...tigers, pandas...
Boo that you've seen the least of over the past 6 months? I vaguely recall some girls named CPP and Lopez... ;)
Boo you've seen the most of over the past 6 months? Tough call...Squiggly, Boobin, or Boo.
Why don't we see each other more often? Wah! I blame it on...the rain?
Last book/thing you read? My essay outline...*groan* However "Mao II" was a good book
How many piercings do you have and where are they? 5--2 per lobe, and one cartilige piercing in my left ear. (Lou, it's been there for TWO years now!)
How do you get around town? TTC to work, drive the car or van around the city, and ride the TruckTruck when I'm special
Favourite drink? Non-alcoholic: Coffee, Bubble Tea, Halo-Halo Alcoholic: anything with Malibu, beer, anything without vodka
Favourite junk food? What time of the month is it? Ferrero Rocher, LAY'S Ketchup chips, nachos with salsa, french fries
Something new you tried to eat recently? Moroccan food, and Buffalo Butter wings...spicy!
Something new you tried to do recently? I went rock climbing not too long ago--we should all go! I also tried to do an essay BEFORE its due date...hahaha
Something new you need for your room? I need a good reading lamp for the floor...the one in bed just makes me go to sleep! Also, if someone knows where I could get me a maid...
What colour's your room? Electrifyingly blue! with a trim of white and then beech wood furniture.
How many other dinners are you attending over the holidays and whose are they? So far, I know of 2 family ones, 2 volleyball ones, 1 Boo one, and we'll see what else pops up.
Something YOU need to stay warm this winter? My own car would be nice. And maybe a new hat. And a cool pair of boots. I also need my mom to stop stealing ALL of my scarves--I have 20, yet she always takes the ones I want to wear.
What electronics do you think everyone needs to own? Computer/Laptop, TV/VCR/DVD, Stereo system, CD/MP3/Walkman, Cell Phone, StarTrek Transporter system, cordless phone, Dr. Ho Masseur, remote controls, a digital camera
How many of those electronics do YOU own? I do NOT have a Laptop or a transporter system (seeing as I'm ALWAYS late for class)
Are you going to INSIDE on December 17th? I will do my BEST to be there for Gennie-boo!!! Will you?
If Santa was your sugar daddy, what would you ask him for this year? A Beamer, laptop, my own Nike Store, and a StarTrek Transporter system
If Santa was a middle-income sort of guy, what would you ask him for? A Laptop, new volleyball court shoes, Kristine Sa's new album ;), and a new ring for my fat-finger.
If Santa was a broke-ass mofo, what would you ask him for? A white Christmas, Time, Happiness, and a night with my Boos
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
There's Nothing "Wrong" With Me...
I've woken up in the morning for the past three days now to be greeted in the mirror by my own startling disfiguration. The area around my eyes has become very red and blotchy. My eyes themselves have swelled up so much that it's actually an effort for me just to keep them open. It looks like I'm wearing a sort of red, deformed masque about three weeks too late. There has not yet been a person I have met outside of my own house who has not asked me what is "wrong" with my face. I initially thought it was a mild allergic reaction of some sort, but the fact that it's persisted this long has me wondering otherwise.
Needless to say, I've been feeling a little self-conscious.
It didn't help when the guy at work literally couldn't stop staring directly at it, nor did it help when the girl at volleyball did the Batman dance in reference to my own nearly hidden eyes--I suppose it could have been funny, but it wasn't when I was trying not to draw attention to myself--and it definitely doesn't help when my mother scrutinizes me every time I run into her at home. I know no harm is intended, but I just doesn't help to make me feel better about myself.
Usually things like this don't bother me. With eczema, I've had to deal with red and blotchy skin my whole life--why let a little thing like this get to me? Probably because I have no idea what's going on and I can't control it. So far nothing I've done has had the slightest effect in reducing the redness or the puffiness.
Because of this, I've been a little introverted for the past few days. I'm the last one into class and the first one out and I don't participate if I don't have to in order to draw the least attention to myself. I've scrapped my usual study sessions at Tim Horton's so I won't worry about other people looking at me. I wear a hat and I pull it down low. I try not to make direct eye contact with anyone, even if I'm speaking to them. I've even avoided talking to anyone I don't absolutely have to in order to keep from having to explain my disfiguration again and again.
However, despite my hermitical behaviour, I agreed to be taken to see a movie tonight by Shmelly. Our arrival at the theatre was timed just right so that we were able to slide into our seats as the lights went down and I could take my hat off in the dark in order to watch the movie. But even as the opening credits began, I couldn't help but think about how horrid I might have looked to anyone who might have caught a peek at my red face and eyes.
But then, at a random moment of the film, my date took my hand into his and gave it a warm squeeze as he leaned over and kissed me softly on my head, whispering reassuring words into my hair.
For that moment and a while to follow, I forgot to be worried about how I looked.
For that moment and a while to follow, I felt back to normal.
For that moment and a while to follow, I felt warm and fuzzy.
For that moment and a while to follow, I remembered I was loved and that nothing else really mattered.
I'm human; I can't help but feel self-conscious about my own misshapeness. But it's nice to know that there are times I don't have to feel self-conscious about anything at all.
I've woken up in the morning for the past three days now to be greeted in the mirror by my own startling disfiguration. The area around my eyes has become very red and blotchy. My eyes themselves have swelled up so much that it's actually an effort for me just to keep them open. It looks like I'm wearing a sort of red, deformed masque about three weeks too late. There has not yet been a person I have met outside of my own house who has not asked me what is "wrong" with my face. I initially thought it was a mild allergic reaction of some sort, but the fact that it's persisted this long has me wondering otherwise.
Needless to say, I've been feeling a little self-conscious.
It didn't help when the guy at work literally couldn't stop staring directly at it, nor did it help when the girl at volleyball did the Batman dance in reference to my own nearly hidden eyes--I suppose it could have been funny, but it wasn't when I was trying not to draw attention to myself--and it definitely doesn't help when my mother scrutinizes me every time I run into her at home. I know no harm is intended, but I just doesn't help to make me feel better about myself.
Usually things like this don't bother me. With eczema, I've had to deal with red and blotchy skin my whole life--why let a little thing like this get to me? Probably because I have no idea what's going on and I can't control it. So far nothing I've done has had the slightest effect in reducing the redness or the puffiness.
Because of this, I've been a little introverted for the past few days. I'm the last one into class and the first one out and I don't participate if I don't have to in order to draw the least attention to myself. I've scrapped my usual study sessions at Tim Horton's so I won't worry about other people looking at me. I wear a hat and I pull it down low. I try not to make direct eye contact with anyone, even if I'm speaking to them. I've even avoided talking to anyone I don't absolutely have to in order to keep from having to explain my disfiguration again and again.
However, despite my hermitical behaviour, I agreed to be taken to see a movie tonight by Shmelly. Our arrival at the theatre was timed just right so that we were able to slide into our seats as the lights went down and I could take my hat off in the dark in order to watch the movie. But even as the opening credits began, I couldn't help but think about how horrid I might have looked to anyone who might have caught a peek at my red face and eyes.
But then, at a random moment of the film, my date took my hand into his and gave it a warm squeeze as he leaned over and kissed me softly on my head, whispering reassuring words into my hair.
For that moment and a while to follow, I forgot to be worried about how I looked.
For that moment and a while to follow, I felt back to normal.
For that moment and a while to follow, I felt warm and fuzzy.
For that moment and a while to follow, I remembered I was loved and that nothing else really mattered.
I'm human; I can't help but feel self-conscious about my own misshapeness. But it's nice to know that there are times I don't have to feel self-conscious about anything at all.
Friday, November 19, 2004
What A Rush
Tonight's Brodder's commencement. The graduatation procession starts at 7pm. Being the graduate SAC President, he had to be there for 6:15pm. He got home from the Loo at 6:35pm. Rushing around like a headless chicken, Brodder managed to get ready in record time and was bouncing by the door ready to leave by 6:45pm. Unfortunately, my mother was not as fast as him in her preparations for the evening...
Mom - "I have to get my pants."
Bro - "You don't need pants!" *bounces by the door*
Mom - "Which shoes should I wear?"
Bro - "You don't need shoes!" *stuffs pockets with packs of gum and random other articles*
Mom - "Don't you need a jacket?"
Bro - "No time for jacket." *opens the door to leave*
Mom - "Do we have a camera?"
Bro - "Dad already took it."
Mom - "We should take another one."
Bro - "No we shouldn't!" *runs out the door and down the stairs to the car*
Mom - "Where are my keys?"
Bro - "I have them!"
Mom - "What's in my purse?"
Bro - "Find out in the car!!!"
Mom - "Okay, I guess we're ready to go."
Bro - *already in the car with the engine running*
*sigh* It's good to have the household back to normal again...
Tonight's Brodder's commencement. The graduatation procession starts at 7pm. Being the graduate SAC President, he had to be there for 6:15pm. He got home from the Loo at 6:35pm. Rushing around like a headless chicken, Brodder managed to get ready in record time and was bouncing by the door ready to leave by 6:45pm. Unfortunately, my mother was not as fast as him in her preparations for the evening...
Mom - "I have to get my pants."
Bro - "You don't need pants!" *bounces by the door*
Mom - "Which shoes should I wear?"
Bro - "You don't need shoes!" *stuffs pockets with packs of gum and random other articles*
Mom - "Don't you need a jacket?"
Bro - "No time for jacket." *opens the door to leave*
Mom - "Do we have a camera?"
Bro - "Dad already took it."
Mom - "We should take another one."
Bro - "No we shouldn't!" *runs out the door and down the stairs to the car*
Mom - "Where are my keys?"
Bro - "I have them!"
Mom - "What's in my purse?"
Bro - "Find out in the car!!!"
Mom - "Okay, I guess we're ready to go."
Bro - *already in the car with the engine running*
*sigh* It's good to have the household back to normal again...
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
I Miss Him
On MSN last night with Brodder:
Needless to say, he had to go talk to mom which brought our delightfully nostalgic conversation to a close...
On MSN last night with Brodder:
Me - how do you successfully ignore the persistant ones that won't stop calling?
Bro - call display
Me - I use that, but they just KEEP calling. Or else they'll call the house and leave me messages to call them back...which I don't, but still...why won't they just GIVE UP?
Bro - i have some letter bombs in my room
Me - should I wonder why you have letter bombs?
Bro - everyone's doing it
Bro - no big deal, really
Me - you're right, when it's you, it's no big surprise.
Me - where do you learn to do these things? I suppose from everyone else?
Bro - indeed
Me - of course
Me - mom's trying to read our conversation.
Bro - and this is something new?
Me - it never is. i just thought you should know
Bro - well, i found out that i'm also failing calculus, so i got really drunk last night and had to get my stomach pumped
Me - that's nice. I hear you were caught and arrested for possession of heroine too.
Me - you're supposed to hide that stuff up your ass.
Bro - yeah, but the weed makes you do dumb things sometimes
Me - mom's going to call you now. she's dialing the phone--beware
Bro - can i ignore it?
Me - you CAN...but SHOULD you?
Needless to say, he had to go talk to mom which brought our delightfully nostalgic conversation to a close...
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Shuck, Fit, And Other Profanities
I just spent an hour or so leisurely blogging on Blogger. When I went to post...it crashed. My entire hour of "rather-than-essaying" blogging was lost. Now I'm not in the mood to post, but what I wanted to say still lingers. Here it is in a nutshell:
Pablo said not to hate on others, so I hated on others. Those I spent an hour hating on and providing explanations why I felt so:
I just spent an hour or so leisurely blogging on Blogger. When I went to post...it crashed. My entire hour of "rather-than-essaying" blogging was lost. Now I'm not in the mood to post, but what I wanted to say still lingers. Here it is in a nutshell:
Pablo said not to hate on others, so I hated on others. Those I spent an hour hating on and providing explanations why I felt so:
- Girl on Xanga who's a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend posted a picture of herself that makes her look like she has a moustache. Spent sometime bashing the picture.
- Pseudo-cousin that Squiggly mentioned earlier tonight. Years ago this pseudo-cousin (very distantly related, but to whom I would otherwise deny any relation to) tried to: be my best-friend, take my friends for his own, convince me he had other and many friends of his own (when he had none), tell me that he'd bought his mother a Volvo for Christmas, and tell me that he'd bought each of my friends personally engraved Swiss Army knives. He is just NOT allowed.
- Markham region parking enforcement officer who gave me a ticket at 5:05am. As I later found out, it's illegal to park from 2:30am - 6:00am; he let my car sit there for 2 and 1/2 hours before writing me a ticket, but he couldn't wait 55 more minutes and let me sit there for the rest of the morning?! Asshole. PK the PK officer for being a PK.
- People who spend more time converting their 3 page journal entries in chat-jargon rather than just using plain English. Why bother thinking about using abbreviations like "u know wat it wuz" instead of just "you know what it was"? You spent time and money in school learning to do it right, why waste all your effort? Not allowed.
- Due dates and the essays that go with them. Why can't I just do it when I want to, even if it means never? Hating essays that are due.
- This is an new entry contrary to what I had previously attempted to post before my blog crashed: I hate blogs that crash. Simple as that.
Monday, November 08, 2004
You're Afraid of What?
It's called genuphobia and it's a fear of knees. Yes, I am afraid of knees. I cannot touch my knees or your knees, nor can I let you do any of that either. I cannot watch knees be touched nor can I hear about things--anythings--being done to knees. *shudder* My immediate reaction is to jerk away and then I begin to cry. Yes, knees can make me cry.
So I played volleyball this weekend.
Guess what I injured?
My KNEE.
In the past 24 hours I have been poked and prodded at in the knee more than I ever have in my entire life. In the same 24 hours, I have shed more tears than I can remember having shed in a very long time. I have had my knee stretched, bent, straighted, twisted, shifted, massaged, acupunctured, electrocuted, iced, and heated--and I bawled through it all. They were silent tears, but there were indeed tears. I actually well up a little if I think too much about it.
You'd figure that after all that I'd be a little less sensitive about it all. Nope. Not one bit more brave in the least. I suppose that's why it's called a phobia. However, I owe much thanks to one nurse, 2 acupuncturists, 2 chiropractors, a caring mother, and a concerned yet loving boyfriend for getting me through it all.
I'm sore, but I'm still standing. I can now get up and down the stairs, and even going to the bathroom is less of an ordeal now. Shmelly says I should give up volleyball. I say he can kiss my swollen knee...though I hope he doesn't--it'll freak me out too much. First game of the season is on Thursday night, next tournament's on Saturday; knee or no knee (who needs 'em anyway?) you can bet your bum I'll be there!
It's called genuphobia and it's a fear of knees. Yes, I am afraid of knees. I cannot touch my knees or your knees, nor can I let you do any of that either. I cannot watch knees be touched nor can I hear about things--anythings--being done to knees. *shudder* My immediate reaction is to jerk away and then I begin to cry. Yes, knees can make me cry.
So I played volleyball this weekend.
Guess what I injured?
My KNEE.
In the past 24 hours I have been poked and prodded at in the knee more than I ever have in my entire life. In the same 24 hours, I have shed more tears than I can remember having shed in a very long time. I have had my knee stretched, bent, straighted, twisted, shifted, massaged, acupunctured, electrocuted, iced, and heated--and I bawled through it all. They were silent tears, but there were indeed tears. I actually well up a little if I think too much about it.
You'd figure that after all that I'd be a little less sensitive about it all. Nope. Not one bit more brave in the least. I suppose that's why it's called a phobia. However, I owe much thanks to one nurse, 2 acupuncturists, 2 chiropractors, a caring mother, and a concerned yet loving boyfriend for getting me through it all.
I'm sore, but I'm still standing. I can now get up and down the stairs, and even going to the bathroom is less of an ordeal now. Shmelly says I should give up volleyball. I say he can kiss my swollen knee...though I hope he doesn't--it'll freak me out too much. First game of the season is on Thursday night, next tournament's on Saturday; knee or no knee (who needs 'em anyway?) you can bet your bum I'll be there!
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
How Do You Spell That?
Just before heading to bed tonight (which I will absolutely be doing after posting) I decided to make my blog rounds. In doing so, I linked to a stranger's page from a friend's comment out of curiousity of seeing a larger profile picture of the commenter (the picture was of a girl taking a picture of a cloud that looked like a bunny...I digress). Anyway, the current post on her page was titled "CUP LUV" and the entry that followed was all about these cute little drinking glasses that had cute little farm animals printed on them. However, as endearing as the post was, I couldn't help but giggle to myself over her title. C'mon, who else can see what's funny with it? You can't tell me you weren't once an immature little five-year old that thought things like that were funny. Alright, allow me to enlighten you...
"Say 'I love to' and then spell 'cup' out loud."
Hehehe. This author has CUP LUV. Hahaha. On that note, I'm going to bed.
p.s. As for the person I linked from...I'm sorry for poking fun at your friend's post-title. I have no idea who she is, but I'm sure she's a nice girl...she just had a funny way of spelling out her affection...hehehe.
Just before heading to bed tonight (which I will absolutely be doing after posting) I decided to make my blog rounds. In doing so, I linked to a stranger's page from a friend's comment out of curiousity of seeing a larger profile picture of the commenter (the picture was of a girl taking a picture of a cloud that looked like a bunny...I digress). Anyway, the current post on her page was titled "CUP LUV" and the entry that followed was all about these cute little drinking glasses that had cute little farm animals printed on them. However, as endearing as the post was, I couldn't help but giggle to myself over her title. C'mon, who else can see what's funny with it? You can't tell me you weren't once an immature little five-year old that thought things like that were funny. Alright, allow me to enlighten you...
"Say 'I love to' and then spell 'cup' out loud."
Hehehe. This author has CUP LUV. Hahaha. On that note, I'm going to bed.
p.s. As for the person I linked from...I'm sorry for poking fun at your friend's post-title. I have no idea who she is, but I'm sure she's a nice girl...she just had a funny way of spelling out her affection...hehehe.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Yay Cold Weather
"Whoa, what happened to your forehead?"
Wouldn't it just make your day to have someone say something like this to you upon your first meeting of the day? Flattering, isn't it?
I can't help my eczema, people! And to think that I thought today was a pretty good face-day.
...
Tick...Tick...Tick...
I am completing my fourth year of university. I work at a crappy, part-time job with no benefits. I live at home. I drive my parents' car. I stay out late and worry mostly about such pettiness as when the next time I'll play volleyball is. I am 22-years old.
At the same age, my mother had finished school and attained her hairdressing license. She held a full-time job with benefits. She lived on her own. She drove her own car. She stayed up late, probably worrying about not-so-petty-things such as her up coming wedding.
She was married at age 23. She had her first child (me) and had moved at least twice by 24.
Ever compare your biological clock with those of your parents'?
Tick...tick...tick...
"Whoa, what happened to your forehead?"
Wouldn't it just make your day to have someone say something like this to you upon your first meeting of the day? Flattering, isn't it?
I can't help my eczema, people! And to think that I thought today was a pretty good face-day.
...
Tick...Tick...Tick...
I am completing my fourth year of university. I work at a crappy, part-time job with no benefits. I live at home. I drive my parents' car. I stay out late and worry mostly about such pettiness as when the next time I'll play volleyball is. I am 22-years old.
At the same age, my mother had finished school and attained her hairdressing license. She held a full-time job with benefits. She lived on her own. She drove her own car. She stayed up late, probably worrying about not-so-petty-things such as her up coming wedding.
She was married at age 23. She had her first child (me) and had moved at least twice by 24.
Ever compare your biological clock with those of your parents'?
Tick...tick...tick...
Thursday, October 28, 2004
The Aficianado Weeps
I was too busy over the last week or so with all the aforementioned papers and exams to put together a team to play in this Saturday's volleyball tournament. Instead I will have to either go and watch my boyfriend win yet another tournament without me, or I can stay at home and mope...only to hear about his victory later (it never fails that his team always wins when I'm not around).
However, now that I'm not playing, I can now go out late on Friday night for the first time in months and party it up (at Afterlife) and not have to worry about getting up early for any reason the day after; I can spend my Saturday more wisely by catching up on the billions of pages of readings that I haven't done; I can go and spend my otherwise unused tournament fee on something pretty for myself; or I can just have some "me" time for myself for a day...
...BUT IT'S NOT VOLLEYBALL!!! *sob*
I was too busy over the last week or so with all the aforementioned papers and exams to put together a team to play in this Saturday's volleyball tournament. Instead I will have to either go and watch my boyfriend win yet another tournament without me, or I can stay at home and mope...only to hear about his victory later (it never fails that his team always wins when I'm not around).
However, now that I'm not playing, I can now go out late on Friday night for the first time in months and party it up (at Afterlife) and not have to worry about getting up early for any reason the day after; I can spend my Saturday more wisely by catching up on the billions of pages of readings that I haven't done; I can go and spend my otherwise unused tournament fee on something pretty for myself; or I can just have some "me" time for myself for a day...
...BUT IT'S NOT VOLLEYBALL!!! *sob*
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Booyah
Got my first assignment back in my "Women in Literature" course. It was a three page paper that I spent an entire 2 hours on; the first hour I spent scanning the material we'd been covering over the last 3 weeks in class, and the second hour I spent writing the damn thing. The fourth year student in front of me spent a week on it. She got an 85%. I picked mine up late today. I got an 88%. Booyah. School is good...this week, anyway.
Last week I wrote 3 mid-terms back to back to back in 5 hours on Thursday. That hurt. But then I played volleyball right after for 3 hours, coming away with one stinging floor burn for every hour I played. Goodness was aptly restored. Booyah.
Got my first assignment back in my "Women in Literature" course. It was a three page paper that I spent an entire 2 hours on; the first hour I spent scanning the material we'd been covering over the last 3 weeks in class, and the second hour I spent writing the damn thing. The fourth year student in front of me spent a week on it. She got an 85%. I picked mine up late today. I got an 88%. Booyah. School is good...this week, anyway.
Last week I wrote 3 mid-terms back to back to back in 5 hours on Thursday. That hurt. But then I played volleyball right after for 3 hours, coming away with one stinging floor burn for every hour I played. Goodness was aptly restored. Booyah.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
The Streets At Night
A car catches my attention as it pulls suddenly to the left into oncoming traffic in order to dart around and pass two slower moving cars taking up both of the southbound lanes. A black Cadillac is in the left lane and a navy blue Corolla is in the right. I quickly catch up to the two impeding sedans as they can't be going faster than forty kilometres an hour--the speed limit's sixty.
A private and eerie late-night funeral procession? A rolling start to a street race? A prolonged conversation through the windows of each car? Some sort of Jackass-esque stunt to try to annoy as many drivers heading south as possible?
The answer never becomes clear.
The two cars continue to box-in traffic at forty kph for at least another two kilometres until just before the next intersection when the Corolla suddenly roars to life, passing the Cadillac. Just through the lights the Corolla cuts over into the left lane in front of the Caddy and taps his brake lights. The last to be seen of that car is a middle finger thrown up and out of the driver's side window before it speeds off into the night. With one car out of the way, the other drops quickly behind as traffic catches up to its regular, 3am pace.
A car catches my attention as it pulls suddenly to the left into oncoming traffic in order to dart around and pass two slower moving cars taking up both of the southbound lanes. A black Cadillac is in the left lane and a navy blue Corolla is in the right. I quickly catch up to the two impeding sedans as they can't be going faster than forty kilometres an hour--the speed limit's sixty.
A private and eerie late-night funeral procession? A rolling start to a street race? A prolonged conversation through the windows of each car? Some sort of Jackass-esque stunt to try to annoy as many drivers heading south as possible?
The answer never becomes clear.
The two cars continue to box-in traffic at forty kph for at least another two kilometres until just before the next intersection when the Corolla suddenly roars to life, passing the Cadillac. Just through the lights the Corolla cuts over into the left lane in front of the Caddy and taps his brake lights. The last to be seen of that car is a middle finger thrown up and out of the driver's side window before it speeds off into the night. With one car out of the way, the other drops quickly behind as traffic catches up to its regular, 3am pace.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
How Convenient
"Hey, how high can you reach?"
*reaches arm up* "I dunno, about this high?"
"Oh, that's great! Change this lightbulb for me, will you?"
...
This actually happened. Shmelly and I came home yesterday from volleyball and mom stopped him at the door to have this conversation with him. Needless to say, the porch-light has been replaced and without the use of a stepladder. I knew Shmelly'd come in handy sooner or later. ;)
"Hey, how high can you reach?"
*reaches arm up* "I dunno, about this high?"
"Oh, that's great! Change this lightbulb for me, will you?"
...
This actually happened. Shmelly and I came home yesterday from volleyball and mom stopped him at the door to have this conversation with him. Needless to say, the porch-light has been replaced and without the use of a stepladder. I knew Shmelly'd come in handy sooner or later. ;)
A phone rings.Hello?
A radio is playing over the line. The low rumble of an engine can be heard as background noise. Despite the interference, the lyrics of the song playing come through clearly....Girl when I ask you to trust me
A slight rustling sound as the caller turns down the radio and brings the phone closer to himself to speak.
That doesn't mean that I'm gonna cheat on you
Cuz I'm gonna never do anything to hurt you
Or mislead you, I love you...I just wanted you to hear this song and I wanted to tell you that I love you.
The listener's eyes soften and a smile melts onto her lips as she responds.I was just thinking about how much I love you too.
Not much more is said between the two except for wishes for a goodnight and sweet dreams as the song continues to play in the background while the conversation draws to a close....Baby I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into
Deception and lies
Don't misunderstand me when I try to speak my mind
I'm only saying what's in my heart
...Cupid doesn't lie
But you won't know unless you give it a try
Oh baby, true love
won't lie but we won't know unless we give it a try
...Ain't no doubt about it
Lord no, I really mean it
I rather die before, before I lie to you
Never wanna leave you
Ain't no life without you
Never gonna leave, never gonna go, no...
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Just For Fun
 | I admit, I stole this from Pablo's page. It just amuses me so much. I mean, who the heck goes through the trouble of making a .gif file of himself dancing so absurdly? Besides Pablo, of course, because, I mean, that is him afterall. Okay, maybe it isn't, but it sure COULD be him if he tried. Anyway, Pablo would probably make a cooler .gif of himself playing football (like the China Women's Team (see below)) or of him picking his nose while going over speed-bumps. Ouch. Oh, look! Two posts within hours of each other...can you tell I should be finishing up some work? |
Your New Must-See
No, really, you NEED to see this. This link was sent to me via email from V-Jai and now I'm hooked on it. I've seen this video about a zillion times by now (although if he's seen it by now, I'm sure Pablo has not only caught up, but exceeded my number-of-times-watched) and I still can't get over the ingenuity of it. Basically, the Women's Soccer Team of China wants to play. Would you?
No, really, you NEED to see this. This link was sent to me via email from V-Jai and now I'm hooked on it. I've seen this video about a zillion times by now (although if he's seen it by now, I'm sure Pablo has not only caught up, but exceeded my number-of-times-watched) and I still can't get over the ingenuity of it. Basically, the Women's Soccer Team of China wants to play. Would you?
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Hey, Don't You Have Homework To Do?
Yes, yes in fact I do. So?
By tomorrow, I should have read 179 pages, written a paper, prepared a presentation, and done about 3 loads of laundry, yet here I am. My justification? I've got to unload some information in order to cram the rest of it in there.
My day tomorrow begins at 10:30am. From then, I have 8 hours of classes back to back (unless you count travel time, then I get 10 minutes to myself every 1.5 hours). There is a fifteen minute overlap between when my last class ends and when my intramural volleyball game begins. I play from 6:15-7:15pm. Finally, I have a break during which I can eat breakfast/lunch/dinner, but I have to be back in the gym by 8:00pm to root on Gonzo and the guys' basketball team until 9:00 when I have to start warming up again for my volleyball practice. I practice until 10:30pm. Then I come home, do some homework (or veg...whatever), and then sleep so that I can get up 6:30am the next morning and go to work. Yay.
If I ever want to buy a high-end luxury car, I'm going to become a hot dog vendor for a year. Apparently those guys make $80 000 on average--just imagine if you had an ABOVE average location!
Speaking of cars (don't hurt me Squiggly), even if it was handed to me on a silver platter, I'd trade in a Porsche for a BMW anyday.
My type in men: big, cute and cuddly.
I wish I lived with Shmelly.
If I ever own a place of my own, I've got some high standards for the stuff that's going to furnish it:
- all the furniture in each room will be part of a matching set--no stray pieces of furniture!
- I will have a matching set of silverware--here there can be strays, but I WILL have at least one FULL set of cutlery.
- flatware comes in matching sets too--and at LEAST 12 settings. At least.
- the refrigerator will have an ice and water dispenser on the outside.
- there will be HIGH water pressure supplying my showers; I'm talking about "elephant showers" (a la Seinfeld) here. No wimpy water pressure.
- and contrary to popular belief, my house will be CLEAN! (stop laughing, Mom)
My Mom's birthday is within a week from now...any one have any ideas as to what I could get here? What's the going gift-rate for mothers these days?
All I want for MY birthday is for people to show up (Ein-Stein's, 229 College St.) and for Boobin to win. Go Boobin!
Must do work...
Yes, yes in fact I do. So?
By tomorrow, I should have read 179 pages, written a paper, prepared a presentation, and done about 3 loads of laundry, yet here I am. My justification? I've got to unload some information in order to cram the rest of it in there.
My day tomorrow begins at 10:30am. From then, I have 8 hours of classes back to back (unless you count travel time, then I get 10 minutes to myself every 1.5 hours). There is a fifteen minute overlap between when my last class ends and when my intramural volleyball game begins. I play from 6:15-7:15pm. Finally, I have a break during which I can eat breakfast/lunch/dinner, but I have to be back in the gym by 8:00pm to root on Gonzo and the guys' basketball team until 9:00 when I have to start warming up again for my volleyball practice. I practice until 10:30pm. Then I come home, do some homework (or veg...whatever), and then sleep so that I can get up 6:30am the next morning and go to work. Yay.
If I ever want to buy a high-end luxury car, I'm going to become a hot dog vendor for a year. Apparently those guys make $80 000 on average--just imagine if you had an ABOVE average location!
Speaking of cars (don't hurt me Squiggly), even if it was handed to me on a silver platter, I'd trade in a Porsche for a BMW anyday.
My type in men: big, cute and cuddly.
I wish I lived with Shmelly.
If I ever own a place of my own, I've got some high standards for the stuff that's going to furnish it:
- all the furniture in each room will be part of a matching set--no stray pieces of furniture!
- I will have a matching set of silverware--here there can be strays, but I WILL have at least one FULL set of cutlery.
- flatware comes in matching sets too--and at LEAST 12 settings. At least.
- the refrigerator will have an ice and water dispenser on the outside.
- there will be HIGH water pressure supplying my showers; I'm talking about "elephant showers" (a la Seinfeld) here. No wimpy water pressure.
- and contrary to popular belief, my house will be CLEAN! (stop laughing, Mom)
My Mom's birthday is within a week from now...any one have any ideas as to what I could get here? What's the going gift-rate for mothers these days?
All I want for MY birthday is for people to show up (Ein-Stein's, 229 College St.) and for Boobin to win. Go Boobin!
Must do work...
Friday, October 08, 2004
Happy Gobble-Gobble!
It's October 8th and it's twenty-freakin'-nine degrees out. Go figure.
Not a comment from today, but in general...you know when a place has become important to you when you can drive home from that place on auto-pilot the whole way. I mean like, it's a no-brainer drive; you could space out and try to quantum the physics of quantum physics and you'd still get home in one piece because your body has memorized when to turn, where to turn, when to stop, and how long to stop. It's not like I try to make it a habit of trying to drive home with my eyes closed once in a while to test the significance of a specific location or anything, but it's something that I've noticed over my years of driving.
So anyway, this weekend's Thanksgiving weekend. Here's a question: what are we as Canadian's thankful for on this holiday? Apparently it's just food. Turkey, pumpkin, yams, corn, and squash. I mean, take a glance at what you know about American culture. Kids in elementary school in the USA are busy at their Thanksgiving time making dioramas of when the Indians had dinner with the Pilgrims. But then look back to your own Canadian days in elementary school. All I remember doing around this time was cutting out the different coloured feathers to stick onto the turkey's tail at the front of the class. They were thankful for people and nations and cultures coming together. We are thankful for Butterballs. Will someone please prove me wrong and please enlighten me as to what we Canadians are specifically supposed to be thankful for this weekend? I mean, I'm not saying I'm not happy to be eating turkey--my mom's gravy's the best around--but I just want to know the deeper meaning of it all. (I can't help it, I'm an English student trained to overanalyze the little things.)
It's October 8th and it's twenty-freakin'-nine degrees out. Go figure.
Not a comment from today, but in general...you know when a place has become important to you when you can drive home from that place on auto-pilot the whole way. I mean like, it's a no-brainer drive; you could space out and try to quantum the physics of quantum physics and you'd still get home in one piece because your body has memorized when to turn, where to turn, when to stop, and how long to stop. It's not like I try to make it a habit of trying to drive home with my eyes closed once in a while to test the significance of a specific location or anything, but it's something that I've noticed over my years of driving.
So anyway, this weekend's Thanksgiving weekend. Here's a question: what are we as Canadian's thankful for on this holiday? Apparently it's just food. Turkey, pumpkin, yams, corn, and squash. I mean, take a glance at what you know about American culture. Kids in elementary school in the USA are busy at their Thanksgiving time making dioramas of when the Indians had dinner with the Pilgrims. But then look back to your own Canadian days in elementary school. All I remember doing around this time was cutting out the different coloured feathers to stick onto the turkey's tail at the front of the class. They were thankful for people and nations and cultures coming together. We are thankful for Butterballs. Will someone please prove me wrong and please enlighten me as to what we Canadians are specifically supposed to be thankful for this weekend? I mean, I'm not saying I'm not happy to be eating turkey--my mom's gravy's the best around--but I just want to know the deeper meaning of it all. (I can't help it, I'm an English student trained to overanalyze the little things.)
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Quote of the Moment:
"As you can see, Mailer has DJ say 'ass' a lot throughout the whole novel. Now, I don't know if you Canadians ever actually use 'ass' in your conversations at all, but it's not uncommon for that word to pop-up in an American's description of something. You know, like 'He's one broke-ass mother-fucker.'"
--Professor Andrew DuBois, during today's lecture on American Fiction
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No really, he actually said that. And if you think it's funny (or cute), try picturing him saying it with his really thick-ass Southern drawl. Even better.
"As you can see, Mailer has DJ say 'ass' a lot throughout the whole novel. Now, I don't know if you Canadians ever actually use 'ass' in your conversations at all, but it's not uncommon for that word to pop-up in an American's description of something. You know, like 'He's one broke-ass mother-fucker.'"
--Professor Andrew DuBois, during today's lecture on American Fiction
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No really, he actually said that. And if you think it's funny (or cute), try picturing him saying it with his really thick-ass Southern drawl. Even better.
A Glimpse
She'd been there a while before I noticed her through the window. She actually startled me a little when I finally glanced over--her dark face and hair stood out starkly against the pale peach of the stretcher and the matching sheets pulled up to her chin. She was facing my direction, but I don't think she could see me; I think her eyes were closed anyway. Surrounded by as much medical equipment as she was and imagining she was alone like that made me feel sympathy for her. There weren't any flashing lights or sirens and she may not have been in any pain but she was there for a reason and she was alone and those electrical devices weren't exactly comforting. However, a slight movement caught my eye a moment later and I thankfully realized that she wasn't alone. A paramedic was there with her, just out of my view and reading what looked to be her chart--his turning of a page was what caught my attention. I still couldn't be sure what I was seeing, but I was glad that the stranger on the other side of the window was being looked after and wasn't alone in her time of need.
I glanced around for clues as to who she was or why she was there, but there wasn't much else for me to see through the small glass. I looked to see if any of her family members or friends may have been near or on their way to see her, but I was the soul onlooker around for miles. Outside of her skin and hair colour, I knew nothing of her and yet I still felt the urge to wish her well again and hope that she made a speedy recovery from whatever ailed her. I managed to make my wish just as the ambulance turned into the hospital's driveway and I continued on my way home down the street. I hope she's okay.
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True story. I was driving home tonight and managed to follow an ambulance most of the way. It actually tripped me out that I could see right into the back like that while I was behind it--I'd never noticed ambulances had windows so low, but then this was a York Region ambulance and I suppose they are designed differently than the ones I'm used to. Really though, that glimpse inside of that little space affected me somehow--I wasn't scared, but I felt unsettled being able to see in like that; I felt like I was seeing something that I shouldn't have been able to see in the first place. I'm sure everyone's had that happen to them, but as I had to follow this scene in order to get home, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to just look away. I really do hope that she's okay though.
She'd been there a while before I noticed her through the window. She actually startled me a little when I finally glanced over--her dark face and hair stood out starkly against the pale peach of the stretcher and the matching sheets pulled up to her chin. She was facing my direction, but I don't think she could see me; I think her eyes were closed anyway. Surrounded by as much medical equipment as she was and imagining she was alone like that made me feel sympathy for her. There weren't any flashing lights or sirens and she may not have been in any pain but she was there for a reason and she was alone and those electrical devices weren't exactly comforting. However, a slight movement caught my eye a moment later and I thankfully realized that she wasn't alone. A paramedic was there with her, just out of my view and reading what looked to be her chart--his turning of a page was what caught my attention. I still couldn't be sure what I was seeing, but I was glad that the stranger on the other side of the window was being looked after and wasn't alone in her time of need.
I glanced around for clues as to who she was or why she was there, but there wasn't much else for me to see through the small glass. I looked to see if any of her family members or friends may have been near or on their way to see her, but I was the soul onlooker around for miles. Outside of her skin and hair colour, I knew nothing of her and yet I still felt the urge to wish her well again and hope that she made a speedy recovery from whatever ailed her. I managed to make my wish just as the ambulance turned into the hospital's driveway and I continued on my way home down the street. I hope she's okay.
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True story. I was driving home tonight and managed to follow an ambulance most of the way. It actually tripped me out that I could see right into the back like that while I was behind it--I'd never noticed ambulances had windows so low, but then this was a York Region ambulance and I suppose they are designed differently than the ones I'm used to. Really though, that glimpse inside of that little space affected me somehow--I wasn't scared, but I felt unsettled being able to see in like that; I felt like I was seeing something that I shouldn't have been able to see in the first place. I'm sure everyone's had that happen to them, but as I had to follow this scene in order to get home, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to just look away. I really do hope that she's okay though.
Friday, October 01, 2004
I'm Being Ed-ju-ma-ca-ted
So I'm taking this D-level literature course called "The Erotic in Victorian Poetry" and basically all we do for the two hours is read poems from the Victorian era and try to figure out what sexual innuendoes we can draw from them. I need not mention that we have a lot of fun with this class so, without further ado...
Quotes of the Class:
"As a friend of mine says, 'Beauty is only a lightswitch away.'"
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Guy: "Well, in this line, the hourglass represents the woman and Love here is the man who is touching it and manipulating it--when read this way, we can see that the man is slowing down and controlling the pace of their sex.
Me: (bewildered) "Guys can do that?"
Girls: *high fives all around*
Guy: (beat) "Yes, yes we can...allow me to give you my number..."
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Prof: "...so we can draw from the pace and rhythm of this last line that there's an urgency to his love that makes him yearn for her to be on top until he reaches his climax and point of ecstasy here. Okay, well, that's all the time we have for today, thanks again for a great class--time to catch your buses."
Guy: "Yep, and time again for the usual Thursday night cold shower."
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Hehehe, yeah so it's only once a week for two hours, but I swear, they're the most animated and giggly two hours out of my whole week. :) Call me a nerd, but I'm going to have to say that I like going to school.
So I'm taking this D-level literature course called "The Erotic in Victorian Poetry" and basically all we do for the two hours is read poems from the Victorian era and try to figure out what sexual innuendoes we can draw from them. I need not mention that we have a lot of fun with this class so, without further ado...
Quotes of the Class:
"As a friend of mine says, 'Beauty is only a lightswitch away.'"
...
Guy: "Well, in this line, the hourglass represents the woman and Love here is the man who is touching it and manipulating it--when read this way, we can see that the man is slowing down and controlling the pace of their sex.
Me: (bewildered) "Guys can do that?"
Girls: *high fives all around*
Guy: (beat) "Yes, yes we can...allow me to give you my number..."
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Prof: "...so we can draw from the pace and rhythm of this last line that there's an urgency to his love that makes him yearn for her to be on top until he reaches his climax and point of ecstasy here. Okay, well, that's all the time we have for today, thanks again for a great class--time to catch your buses."
Guy: "Yep, and time again for the usual Thursday night cold shower."
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Hehehe, yeah so it's only once a week for two hours, but I swear, they're the most animated and giggly two hours out of my whole week. :) Call me a nerd, but I'm going to have to say that I like going to school.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Why Boobin Needs A Cell Phone
My celebrity sightings at the restaurant have increased two points to...I think 4 or 5 now. Today, Mats Sundin stopped in for an early breakfast with his female friend. This happened around the 9am hour...around the time that Boobin was just lolling around amongst the stacks of books at Chapters, only a few storefronts down. See, had he had a pager or a cell phone, I could have called him and told him about Mats's surprise visit and Boobin could easily have beenstalking lolling around the restaurant with me instead. Ah well. I'm sure Mats will stop in again if he hasn't already left for some ice-time in...where ever he might be going. And if you're wondering who the other celebrity point is for, it's just for Mats--I'm sure at least Boobing would agree that Mats counts for two points himself.
On a nearly entirely other note, after working at the restaurant this weekend, I've come to the conclusion that I want babies. Lots of them. They don't necessarily have to be mine, but I want babies. They're just so CUTE!
My celebrity sightings at the restaurant have increased two points to...I think 4 or 5 now. Today, Mats Sundin stopped in for an early breakfast with his female friend. This happened around the 9am hour...around the time that Boobin was just lolling around amongst the stacks of books at Chapters, only a few storefronts down. See, had he had a pager or a cell phone, I could have called him and told him about Mats's surprise visit and Boobin could easily have been
On a nearly entirely other note, after working at the restaurant this weekend, I've come to the conclusion that I want babies. Lots of them. They don't necessarily have to be mine, but I want babies. They're just so CUTE!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Well, His Days Were Cool
On Monday, my first table of the day turned out to be a business meeting trio. Being the first table of the day to serve, I figured that I'd give them the best service I had, but alas, when the bill was paid (with an Amex Corporate Card, no less) I was tipped a mere 9%. After the trio walked out of the restaurant, one of the other servers came over to inform me that I had just served ex-Premier of Ontario, Bob Rae. Figures.
On Monday, my first table of the day turned out to be a business meeting trio. Being the first table of the day to serve, I figured that I'd give them the best service I had, but alas, when the bill was paid (with an Amex Corporate Card, no less) I was tipped a mere 9%. After the trio walked out of the restaurant, one of the other servers came over to inform me that I had just served ex-Premier of Ontario, Bob Rae. Figures.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Out Of The Dog-House
Because I haven't posted in so long, it would seem as though I'd never gotten over that starry night. The truth is, all was forgiven and forgotten by the next day (actually, later that same day to be more exact) and I have been taken star-gazing since and managed to acquaint myself with at least two new constellations. "Could Have" has now become "Have."
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Back From The Dead
A half explanation: Boston NACIVT 2004.
An extra quarter of the explanation:
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No Excuse
A public apology needs to be made not for my hiatus from blogging, but more so from my hiatus from emailing. I have no excuse, just an apology. Especially for the one the following letter is for:
Because I haven't posted in so long, it would seem as though I'd never gotten over that starry night. The truth is, all was forgiven and forgotten by the next day (actually, later that same day to be more exact) and I have been taken star-gazing since and managed to acquaint myself with at least two new constellations. "Could Have" has now become "Have."
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Back From The Dead
A half explanation: Boston NACIVT 2004.
An extra quarter of the explanation:
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No Excuse
A public apology needs to be made not for my hiatus from blogging, but more so from my hiatus from emailing. I have no excuse, just an apology. Especially for the one the following letter is for:
Dear, dear, dear, dear Little Sean,Readers, hope for me.
I'm sorry. I never changed my email address, and I hope you never change yours. The lame excuse: "I was SO busy." The real excuse: I don't have one. For you, the one who was always there to literally lend me support, there are no words which I could hope to use in order to deem me worthy of forgiveness. I can just cross my fingers and wish my hardest that this public apology and letter will at least have you writing to me once again. I miss you.
The short:
I have been busy.
The long:
I got a new job over the summer as you may or may not have read about. I'm the server that commutes too far to work too long for not enough money that loathes her boss and hates the uniform but enjoys her co-workers and even more so enjoys her regular and surprise/interesting clients. They tell me I have a nice smile which always makes me smile some more. Despite their kind words and gestures, I tell myself that I've started looking for another job.
I played volleyball at least twice a week, though sometimes as many as five times a week. It was never too much. All that court time culminated in the Labour Day Long-Weekend tournament randomly picture above. A blast, just like last year.
Through volleyball, I met "The Guy." He is so named because he is not Guy B, and he is not even Guy A; he is "The Guy" because there are no others. I know, Little Sean, that you once called me a walking, raging hormone, and indeed, you were correct. But I'd like to think that I rage no more. We'll talk.
I stopped checking my emails. There is just TOO much spam. I hate spam. You're a computer guy, help me. My MailWasher program still takes too much effort out of me when trying to disern which Penis Enlargement emails ARE for me and which aren't. I end up spending more time deleting than I do actually reading or writing anything. I just gave up. I've resolved to try sifting through the junk one last time, but after that, you and I may just have to call each other.
Another thing hampering my email checks is the fact that my beloved Brodder is gone. He's up and moved out to University Life on me. Now that he's gone and no longer a fixture in front of the computer monitor, my parents tend to actually turn the computer off at the end of the day. It's strange. I never thought it would make a difference in my life, but now, even though it takes only 25 seconds for the CPU to boot up and present me with my Windows XP desktop, I more often than not couldn't be bothered to wait that long. It's just not the same.
Now that summer's out and school is in, well, I'm back at school. Hopefully that means more time for me to spend waiting here for the computer to turn on and my email to run through various spam cleaners. We'll see how it turns out. But in the meantime, I will clean my Inboxes and discover what hateful messages you may have sent there (since those are the only kind I should deserve from you at this point). I hope you're still well, I hope that Rogers has reinstated your web-access/download capabilities (Brodder was in awe of you when I told him that you actually downloaded enough to be cut off), I hope the love of your life is well (I'm speaking both of your comics and of your girlfriend), and I hope you'll forgive me and give me another undeserved, yet fighting chance to be your friend.
Always yours,
mel of the hood.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Could Have
Tonight the stars were out. I noticed them as I headed into my house after a long day of moving, working, fundraising, driving, and more moving. There wasn't a moon out, so they stood out and shone that much brighter. I paused on my porch to gaze at them a bit, but the streetlights interfered too much. I was willing to bet that if I could be taken somewhere in the middle of a field without any such light pollution around, I could have seen the arc of the sky tonight--it could have been breathtaking. It could have been a precious moment to share with someone. It could have just been nice. Too bad I don't know, even though I was led to believe I could.
Two and a half hours ago, if I had just stayed home I could have gotten six hours of sleep before work, practice, and more moving. Now I'll only get four. I thought it could have been worth it.
Tonight the stars were out. I noticed them as I headed into my house after a long day of moving, working, fundraising, driving, and more moving. There wasn't a moon out, so they stood out and shone that much brighter. I paused on my porch to gaze at them a bit, but the streetlights interfered too much. I was willing to bet that if I could be taken somewhere in the middle of a field without any such light pollution around, I could have seen the arc of the sky tonight--it could have been breathtaking. It could have been a precious moment to share with someone. It could have just been nice. Too bad I don't know, even though I was led to believe I could.
Two and a half hours ago, if I had just stayed home I could have gotten six hours of sleep before work, practice, and more moving. Now I'll only get four. I thought it could have been worth it.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
The Road Home
I was on the road tonight at around 2am. I decided to take the scenic route home which was along the main roads rather than the highway. I enjoyed my drive a little too much; the roads were just so empty and the route I was following just happened to be made up mostly of new pavement so the ride was just so smooth. It seemed like the night was opening itself up to me, inviting me to keep on driving until morning. I compromised and instead took the longest way home and then some; the drive home that would usually have taken me fifteen minutes suddenly took me forty-five. A short trip in general, but spending that much time in the car alone with just yourself and the open stretches ahead makes everything seem a lot longer than it really is, especially when it's in the middle of the night. I drove on when the lights were green, and stopped or turned only when I had to. I got out of the car once for coffee and posterity, and then finally headed home feeling a little more complete. Sometimes some people forget how important it is to spend some "me" time doing things for themselves that they would otherwise feel like they have to justify to others--I don't intend on ever being one of those people.
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The car circled the parking lot once, casting its headlights on the group of guys gathered by their motorcycles before it turned away from the drive-through lane and into a parking spot out in front of the Tim Horton's instead. The bikers barely paused their biker-talk as they glanced over and sized up the driver, but their gazes never broke from the small figure as it made its way to the doors. Three friends sitting inside at the window also glanced up from their conversation to see whose headlights had so briefly blinded each one of his eyes. The counter attendant was the last to take notice as he only glanced up after the driver cleared her throat and smiled to get his attention. As the attendant put together her order the driver smoothed out the pleats in her skirt and turned up her jacket collar against the air-conditioning. After he handed her her coffee and change, she smiled and headed back out towards her car, meeting every pair of eyes that were on her--friend or biker's--challenging them to say something or else look away; most of them looked away. Moments later the driver was back behind the wheel, the ignition was started, and the car was leaving the parking lot, its headlights once more falling on the guys by their bikes or just inside the window. The girl spent no more than two minutes there; she could have easily gone through the drive-through, but that wouldn't have been as much fun.
I was on the road tonight at around 2am. I decided to take the scenic route home which was along the main roads rather than the highway. I enjoyed my drive a little too much; the roads were just so empty and the route I was following just happened to be made up mostly of new pavement so the ride was just so smooth. It seemed like the night was opening itself up to me, inviting me to keep on driving until morning. I compromised and instead took the longest way home and then some; the drive home that would usually have taken me fifteen minutes suddenly took me forty-five. A short trip in general, but spending that much time in the car alone with just yourself and the open stretches ahead makes everything seem a lot longer than it really is, especially when it's in the middle of the night. I drove on when the lights were green, and stopped or turned only when I had to. I got out of the car once for coffee and posterity, and then finally headed home feeling a little more complete. Sometimes some people forget how important it is to spend some "me" time doing things for themselves that they would otherwise feel like they have to justify to others--I don't intend on ever being one of those people.
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The car circled the parking lot once, casting its headlights on the group of guys gathered by their motorcycles before it turned away from the drive-through lane and into a parking spot out in front of the Tim Horton's instead. The bikers barely paused their biker-talk as they glanced over and sized up the driver, but their gazes never broke from the small figure as it made its way to the doors. Three friends sitting inside at the window also glanced up from their conversation to see whose headlights had so briefly blinded each one of his eyes. The counter attendant was the last to take notice as he only glanced up after the driver cleared her throat and smiled to get his attention. As the attendant put together her order the driver smoothed out the pleats in her skirt and turned up her jacket collar against the air-conditioning. After he handed her her coffee and change, she smiled and headed back out towards her car, meeting every pair of eyes that were on her--friend or biker's--challenging them to say something or else look away; most of them looked away. Moments later the driver was back behind the wheel, the ignition was started, and the car was leaving the parking lot, its headlights once more falling on the guys by their bikes or just inside the window. The girl spent no more than two minutes there; she could have easily gone through the drive-through, but that wouldn't have been as much fun.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Worlds Colliding
Shmelly had free tickets to go see the Jays' game yesterday, but since I couldn't go as I was at the wedding, he ended up going with Squiggly instead. That was cool. When they got there, they got free parking, 50% off their food, and a free slice of pizza--all by the seventh inning when the Jays were ahead, 7-3. That was not cool. I was supposed to go to that game with Shmelly!!! Why were they having such a great time without me?! I suppose it sort of evened out by the eighth inning which was when they left since the Jays let in 8 runs making the score 7-11 for the Orioles.
But still. And wait, it gets worse.
Later, I called Shmelly from the wedding to say hi and discovered that he was STILL out with Squiggly. By then, they were out at Just Desserts having a drink and talking. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been just the two of them, but no, they were with RoadTo and Wendikiss! And they were having the talk that I was supposed to be having with Squiggly. AND they were having a good time. WITHOUT ME!!!
I couldn't believe it. But wait, there's more.
After their good time at Just Desserts, the four of them decided to rent a movie and head over to Shmelly's to watch. They rented my favourite movie, Love Actually--figures. They probably got all cozy in my spot on the couch too. So, there are the four of them, watching my favourite movie, at my favourite place, with my favourite men, and then by the time I get there, they're all gone except for Shmelly who was passed out anyway. *sigh* Honestly, I'm glad they had a good time, and I'm glad that they all got along so well--there was little doubt about that fact as it was--but I wish that I could've been there too. However, from the sounds of things, there looks to be many more good days like this in the future that I might be able to join in on.
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On a side note, just before closing, I would like to say that I am cheering for NinaDiva. All the way.
Shmelly had free tickets to go see the Jays' game yesterday, but since I couldn't go as I was at the wedding, he ended up going with Squiggly instead. That was cool. When they got there, they got free parking, 50% off their food, and a free slice of pizza--all by the seventh inning when the Jays were ahead, 7-3. That was not cool. I was supposed to go to that game with Shmelly!!! Why were they having such a great time without me?! I suppose it sort of evened out by the eighth inning which was when they left since the Jays let in 8 runs making the score 7-11 for the Orioles.
But still. And wait, it gets worse.
Later, I called Shmelly from the wedding to say hi and discovered that he was STILL out with Squiggly. By then, they were out at Just Desserts having a drink and talking. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been just the two of them, but no, they were with RoadTo and Wendikiss! And they were having the talk that I was supposed to be having with Squiggly. AND they were having a good time. WITHOUT ME!!!
I couldn't believe it. But wait, there's more.
After their good time at Just Desserts, the four of them decided to rent a movie and head over to Shmelly's to watch. They rented my favourite movie, Love Actually--figures. They probably got all cozy in my spot on the couch too. So, there are the four of them, watching my favourite movie, at my favourite place, with my favourite men, and then by the time I get there, they're all gone except for Shmelly who was passed out anyway. *sigh* Honestly, I'm glad they had a good time, and I'm glad that they all got along so well--there was little doubt about that fact as it was--but I wish that I could've been there too. However, from the sounds of things, there looks to be many more good days like this in the future that I might be able to join in on.
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On a side note, just before closing, I would like to say that I am cheering for NinaDiva. All the way.
Sweet Sunshine In August
Everyone took their seats as the ceremony was about to begin. The bride, in her yellow dress of lace, waited at the end of the aisle just out of everyone's view with her brother by her side to accompany her down the aisle. A moment later, she heard her cue--the double bass at the front began to pluck out his line, and in a second he was joined by the saxophone in their jazzy rendition of "Somewhere Over The Rainbow". As the musicians played, the groom in his bright yellow shirt smiled and watched his brother-in-law walk the bride down the aisle towards him to the beat of the song. Just as they reached the front, the bride was twirled around once before her hand was passed to the groom, who took her into his arms and together, they danced to their song. They continued to dance even as the Justice began his speech, just as if no one else was there; their matching colours like a bright ray of sunshine in the middle of the room.
My aunt and uncle got marriedtoday yesterday. They had actually been together for twenty-five years already, but they finally decided to make it official. You could tell that the officiality of a certificate, ceremony, or celebration didn't really make a difference to them--they were as much in love today as they were twenty-five years ago. You know when everyone taps their cutlery against their glasses in order to make that tinkling noise to get the bride and groom to kiss? Well, the first time that happened at the reception, my uncle stood up as my aunt took his hand and she did a spin into his arms before he dipped her back in order to kiss her--that's love for you.
They told everyone that it was going to be a simple wedding and to come casually--after twenty-five years, they gave only two weeks of notice to their guests. Nobody seemed to mind though as everyone mingled and laughed and took turns inspecting the gigantic family tree that the bride and groom had prepared for their guests to insert their own pictures into.
The Justice of the Peace who ordained the wedding had spent some time getting to know the couple before helping they exchange their vows; his speech as they danced reflected that.
"The bride and groom discovered early on that they both had a love for traveling. One of their expeditions found them camping in Kenya where a male Kenyan native came upon them and after taking a moment to look the bride over, promptly offered the groom five goats in order to have her for himself. The groom steeled himself and took a stand, announcing it would take seven goats to part him from the bride."
Still dancing to the jazz with my aunt at the front, my uncle admitted with a shrug that the story was true.
The rings that my aunt and uncle exchanged also had a long history that the Justice revealed to us.
"The groom's mother passed on some time ago, and after she did, the groom's father insisted that their wedding bands be kept together as a pair. The rings will continue to exist as a pair as they are being exchanged today by the new couple as symbols of their marriage."
The touching part was that the groom's father, over seventy years old, stood and got out of his wheelchair in order to hand the rings to his son.
So many sweet things happened that night that I'm not including that just made the whole room glow of love. Things like the reunion of a long distanced family; like the speech my uncle's father made to his son; like the vows my aunt and uncle exchanged with each other; like the heart shaped fruits; like the sunshine through the yacht club windows. Maybe because it was a wedding and maybe because I'm a girl I got all mushy everything, but if I ever wondered about whether or not love could last a lifetime, I stopped wondering about it that night.
Everyone took their seats as the ceremony was about to begin. The bride, in her yellow dress of lace, waited at the end of the aisle just out of everyone's view with her brother by her side to accompany her down the aisle. A moment later, she heard her cue--the double bass at the front began to pluck out his line, and in a second he was joined by the saxophone in their jazzy rendition of "Somewhere Over The Rainbow". As the musicians played, the groom in his bright yellow shirt smiled and watched his brother-in-law walk the bride down the aisle towards him to the beat of the song. Just as they reached the front, the bride was twirled around once before her hand was passed to the groom, who took her into his arms and together, they danced to their song. They continued to dance even as the Justice began his speech, just as if no one else was there; their matching colours like a bright ray of sunshine in the middle of the room.
My aunt and uncle got married
They told everyone that it was going to be a simple wedding and to come casually--after twenty-five years, they gave only two weeks of notice to their guests. Nobody seemed to mind though as everyone mingled and laughed and took turns inspecting the gigantic family tree that the bride and groom had prepared for their guests to insert their own pictures into.
The Justice of the Peace who ordained the wedding had spent some time getting to know the couple before helping they exchange their vows; his speech as they danced reflected that.
"The bride and groom discovered early on that they both had a love for traveling. One of their expeditions found them camping in Kenya where a male Kenyan native came upon them and after taking a moment to look the bride over, promptly offered the groom five goats in order to have her for himself. The groom steeled himself and took a stand, announcing it would take seven goats to part him from the bride."
Still dancing to the jazz with my aunt at the front, my uncle admitted with a shrug that the story was true.
The rings that my aunt and uncle exchanged also had a long history that the Justice revealed to us.
"The groom's mother passed on some time ago, and after she did, the groom's father insisted that their wedding bands be kept together as a pair. The rings will continue to exist as a pair as they are being exchanged today by the new couple as symbols of their marriage."
The touching part was that the groom's father, over seventy years old, stood and got out of his wheelchair in order to hand the rings to his son.
So many sweet things happened that night that I'm not including that just made the whole room glow of love. Things like the reunion of a long distanced family; like the speech my uncle's father made to his son; like the vows my aunt and uncle exchanged with each other; like the heart shaped fruits; like the sunshine through the yacht club windows. Maybe because it was a wedding and maybe because I'm a girl I got all mushy everything, but if I ever wondered about whether or not love could last a lifetime, I stopped wondering about it that night.
Friday, August 13, 2004
A Fifth Bout Of Randomness
For today's treat to beat the dreariness of the weather, I concocted an after-lunch dessert of fresh strawberries topped with Cool-Whip and then drizzled with honey. Talk about rotting your teeth! But for the ten minutes or so that I was eating that and making my blog-reading rounds, it SOOOOOO took my mind off the grey weather outside.
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I have this CD in my possession that has quickly become my favourite CD in the short time that I have had it. Technically, I don't even have it (long story). But it follows me everywhere I go--to the car, on the TTC rides to and from work, in various stereo systems around my house--everywhere. The only times I'm separated from it is when my brother steals it from me as it just as quickly became his favourite CD too. I'd share the title with you, but it doesn't have one. It's not quite a mixed CD either, because most of the tracks are from one single artist and the rest are just fillers. Curious? Need to know more? Well, if you MUST do your homework, I got the CD from Squiggly who got it from Boo. I've already said too much. But thanks, Boo.
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Dibert comics hold a witty response to everything. Just ask Brodder--he got a Dilbert compilation for his birthday, and he can find a comic to say something about anything. Scott Adams is brilliant. I'm sure at least Boobin would have to agree.
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I just recently filled a new prescription for my glasses and contacts. My prescription jumped about 150 degrees per eye in the past two years so my optometrist lightened the degree by a bit so that I wouldn't have such a hard time adjusting. Oh man. If she made it easy for me, then I'd be terrified to know what having a hard time would've been like. The first day I put on my new glasses, I thought that the optical place had filled the wrong prescription--everything looked so...wonky. I had trouble coming down the stairs for at least the first 4 days since the edges of my glasses make everything look a little curved and I kept seeing 2 stairs at the bottom rather than one. Dangerous I tell you. On the bright side though, I can see now! I may not be able to walk straight, but I can see!
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Guys need to grow up and be men. If a girl breaks up with you, get over it and move on. Don't take it out on the next guy, whoever he is or whenever he comes into the picture--the ultimate decision was hers, not his. If you have beef, take it out with her and leave the other guy out of it. Most of the time, the next guy didn't want to step on your toes in the least anyway. If you think she was the one, then fight FOR her, not with her new guy. Really, do you think kicking the crap out of the next guy is going to make you look good to her? It might make you look psychotic, but it ain't going to make you look good. Guys, be men about it, okay?
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"I'm hungry,"
"So what do you want to eat?"
"Diarrhea food."
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Two and a half more weeks until I leave for Boston, which means only really half a week for me to decide whether or not I want to keep my current job as a waitress through the school year. I'd love to find a new job, but do I really have the luxury of leaving this job first before finding the next? Anyone have a job they want to give me AND pay me well for doing it?
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I miss my red hair. I used to be cool.
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This entry was so boring. I'm sorry for letting down those who were looking for a good read. Maybe next time.
For today's treat to beat the dreariness of the weather, I concocted an after-lunch dessert of fresh strawberries topped with Cool-Whip and then drizzled with honey. Talk about rotting your teeth! But for the ten minutes or so that I was eating that and making my blog-reading rounds, it SOOOOOO took my mind off the grey weather outside.
...
I have this CD in my possession that has quickly become my favourite CD in the short time that I have had it. Technically, I don't even have it (long story). But it follows me everywhere I go--to the car, on the TTC rides to and from work, in various stereo systems around my house--everywhere. The only times I'm separated from it is when my brother steals it from me as it just as quickly became his favourite CD too. I'd share the title with you, but it doesn't have one. It's not quite a mixed CD either, because most of the tracks are from one single artist and the rest are just fillers. Curious? Need to know more? Well, if you MUST do your homework, I got the CD from Squiggly who got it from Boo. I've already said too much. But thanks, Boo.
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Dibert comics hold a witty response to everything. Just ask Brodder--he got a Dilbert compilation for his birthday, and he can find a comic to say something about anything. Scott Adams is brilliant. I'm sure at least Boobin would have to agree.
...
I just recently filled a new prescription for my glasses and contacts. My prescription jumped about 150 degrees per eye in the past two years so my optometrist lightened the degree by a bit so that I wouldn't have such a hard time adjusting. Oh man. If she made it easy for me, then I'd be terrified to know what having a hard time would've been like. The first day I put on my new glasses, I thought that the optical place had filled the wrong prescription--everything looked so...wonky. I had trouble coming down the stairs for at least the first 4 days since the edges of my glasses make everything look a little curved and I kept seeing 2 stairs at the bottom rather than one. Dangerous I tell you. On the bright side though, I can see now! I may not be able to walk straight, but I can see!
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Guys need to grow up and be men. If a girl breaks up with you, get over it and move on. Don't take it out on the next guy, whoever he is or whenever he comes into the picture--the ultimate decision was hers, not his. If you have beef, take it out with her and leave the other guy out of it. Most of the time, the next guy didn't want to step on your toes in the least anyway. If you think she was the one, then fight FOR her, not with her new guy. Really, do you think kicking the crap out of the next guy is going to make you look good to her? It might make you look psychotic, but it ain't going to make you look good. Guys, be men about it, okay?
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"I'm hungry,"
"So what do you want to eat?"
"Diarrhea food."
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Two and a half more weeks until I leave for Boston, which means only really half a week for me to decide whether or not I want to keep my current job as a waitress through the school year. I'd love to find a new job, but do I really have the luxury of leaving this job first before finding the next? Anyone have a job they want to give me AND pay me well for doing it?
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I miss my red hair. I used to be cool.
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This entry was so boring. I'm sorry for letting down those who were looking for a good read. Maybe next time.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Friday, August 06, 2004
With Style
Brodder went to try out a new hairstylist today for a new cut and colour and he insisted that I accompany him. His appointment was at 4pm. Easy enough; I didn't have to leave for volleyball until 6pm, and I already had all my gear with me. And, as a backup in case Brodder's colouring took longer than I had, Shmelly was going to meet me there at the salon so that I could leave Brodder the van and Shmelly could drive me to volleyball in his Bucket truck. I was all prepared. So as it turned out, Brodder's styling session took exactly until 6pm and since Shmelly was there, I left Brodder the van anyway and headed off for the courts--not before checking out the new 'do of course (lookin' good).
Brodder got to the van first and was already heading out of the parking lot by the time Shmelly and I got to our ride. Just as I was about to be helped into my side of the Bucket, we paused as we heard a strangely loud *hisssssssssssss* and we turned just in time to see the van hop down from a curb to avoid a crazy Chinese road-hog. Not sure what or where the *hissssssssssssss* had come from, we set out for volleyball anyway, figuring that if it had been anything relevant to us, we would have known about it by then.
Two seconds later and not even out of the parking lot, we knew about it. My cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Uh, come rescue me, I have a flat tire."
*sigh* "We're on our way."
And so, Shmelly turned that Bucket right around and we found Brodder, just outside the parking lot, luckily in the right lane and far enough away from the intersection so as not to impede traffic. As quickly and smoothly as a trained pit crew, Shmelly and I set to work as Brodder stood by and watched. Shmelly went out and set up pylons behind the Bucket and van to direct traffic around us (thank goodness for that Bucket!) while I searched out and found the van's jack and tool set. Shmelly flipped up the bottom of the trunk in order to unscrew the spare tire while I readied the jack and handed him the tire iron.
That's when we realized that we had a problem: the tire iron in the tool kit was WAY too small for the bolts.
To make a LONG story short--and trust me, it is LONG--it wasn't until 6 tire irons, 4 cars, and 2 hours later that we FINALLY got that tire changed.
Tire Iron 1 - the one from the van.
Tire Iron 2 - the one from the Bucket.
Tire Iron 3 - the one from the hair stylist.
Tire Iron 4 - the one from our friend.
Tire Iron 5 - the one from Brodder's friend.
Tire Iron 6 - the one from our friend's dad's socket set.
Car 1 - Shmelly's Bucket.
Car 2 - our friend's van.
Car 3 - our friend's dad's car.
Car 4 - Dad's car.
To sum it all up in a few lines...
As Shmelly left to get to volleyball first:
"Just leave the pylons as far back as they are. Some people are REALLY ignorant drivers and still tend to miss them. Just remember, if you hear *thump thump thump*, jump to the right."
As we tried tire iron after tire iron:
"ARGH!!! What kind of car comes with a tire iron that doesn't fit?!"
As our friend's dad was trying to loosen all of the rusted on bolts:
"Grrrr...Jumpin' Jehosephat these things are tough!"
"Hey, that's the second time he's said that--we should keep count,"
"Trust me, if you kids weren't here, that wouldn't be all I'd be sayin'."
And just as we thought Brodder was losing hope:
"Well, at least my hair looks good."
What a day.
Brodder went to try out a new hairstylist today for a new cut and colour and he insisted that I accompany him. His appointment was at 4pm. Easy enough; I didn't have to leave for volleyball until 6pm, and I already had all my gear with me. And, as a backup in case Brodder's colouring took longer than I had, Shmelly was going to meet me there at the salon so that I could leave Brodder the van and Shmelly could drive me to volleyball in his Bucket truck. I was all prepared. So as it turned out, Brodder's styling session took exactly until 6pm and since Shmelly was there, I left Brodder the van anyway and headed off for the courts--not before checking out the new 'do of course (lookin' good).
Brodder got to the van first and was already heading out of the parking lot by the time Shmelly and I got to our ride. Just as I was about to be helped into my side of the Bucket, we paused as we heard a strangely loud *hisssssssssssss* and we turned just in time to see the van hop down from a curb to avoid a crazy Chinese road-hog. Not sure what or where the *hissssssssssssss* had come from, we set out for volleyball anyway, figuring that if it had been anything relevant to us, we would have known about it by then.
Two seconds later and not even out of the parking lot, we knew about it. My cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Uh, come rescue me, I have a flat tire."
*sigh* "We're on our way."
And so, Shmelly turned that Bucket right around and we found Brodder, just outside the parking lot, luckily in the right lane and far enough away from the intersection so as not to impede traffic. As quickly and smoothly as a trained pit crew, Shmelly and I set to work as Brodder stood by and watched. Shmelly went out and set up pylons behind the Bucket and van to direct traffic around us (thank goodness for that Bucket!) while I searched out and found the van's jack and tool set. Shmelly flipped up the bottom of the trunk in order to unscrew the spare tire while I readied the jack and handed him the tire iron.
That's when we realized that we had a problem: the tire iron in the tool kit was WAY too small for the bolts.
To make a LONG story short--and trust me, it is LONG--it wasn't until 6 tire irons, 4 cars, and 2 hours later that we FINALLY got that tire changed.
Tire Iron 1 - the one from the van.
Tire Iron 2 - the one from the Bucket.
Tire Iron 3 - the one from the hair stylist.
Tire Iron 4 - the one from our friend.
Tire Iron 5 - the one from Brodder's friend.
Tire Iron 6 - the one from our friend's dad's socket set.
Car 1 - Shmelly's Bucket.
Car 2 - our friend's van.
Car 3 - our friend's dad's car.
Car 4 - Dad's car.
To sum it all up in a few lines...
As Shmelly left to get to volleyball first:
"Just leave the pylons as far back as they are. Some people are REALLY ignorant drivers and still tend to miss them. Just remember, if you hear *thump thump thump*, jump to the right."
As we tried tire iron after tire iron:
"ARGH!!! What kind of car comes with a tire iron that doesn't fit?!"
As our friend's dad was trying to loosen all of the rusted on bolts:
"Grrrr...Jumpin' Jehosephat these things are tough!"
"Hey, that's the second time he's said that--we should keep count,"
"Trust me, if you kids weren't here, that wouldn't be all I'd be sayin'."
And just as we thought Brodder was losing hope:
"Well, at least my hair looks good."
What a day.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
A Glimpse Into The Life
Though it was cold out for a summer day, the sun was shining and so I went around the house opening all of the blinds before sitting down in the kitchen where the sun was freely streaming in. I heard my brother's door creak open at the top of the stairs.
"Is anyone else in the house?"
"No, just me,"
"Okay,"
And with that, he thumped down the stairs in his usual way, dressed only in his boxers, past all of the open drapes and blinds, headed for the laundry room in the basement. I didn't even glance up as I finished clipping my last toenail by the bright kitchen window before I picked my pants up off the floor and pulled them back on. My house is a free and unashamed house to live in, if nothing else.
Though it was cold out for a summer day, the sun was shining and so I went around the house opening all of the blinds before sitting down in the kitchen where the sun was freely streaming in. I heard my brother's door creak open at the top of the stairs.
"Is anyone else in the house?"
"No, just me,"
"Okay,"
And with that, he thumped down the stairs in his usual way, dressed only in his boxers, past all of the open drapes and blinds, headed for the laundry room in the basement. I didn't even glance up as I finished clipping my last toenail by the bright kitchen window before I picked my pants up off the floor and pulled them back on. My house is a free and unashamed house to live in, if nothing else.
Rewind
I found this in my journal:
I found this in my journal:
I knew what was happening [in my dream] shouldn't have been happening and so time began to undo itself right before my dreamy eyes. If only reality was like that. Oh the things I would undo. I would learn patience and I would actually know love. I would unbreak hearts and allow my own to mend. I would hold onto my dreams and feed my motivation. I would learn from my mistakes. I would stand up for myself and be more compassionate to others. I would fight for what I know to be right and point out what I know was wrong. I don't regret anything, but that doesn't mean I would try it again.After reading this to myself again tonight, I thought to myself: why wait? I don't have to rewind as long as I start now. The way we should all be. Time waits for no one, so why should we?
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Song of the Moment: "I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You" - Marc Anthony & Tina Arena
Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming
Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, win it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory?
Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
Though we know we will never come again
Where there is love, life begins
Over and over again
Save the night, save the day
Save the love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
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The last (and actually, the first) time I was at a Karaoke lounge, I was told I was going to have to learn a song to sing--in a duet. Well, this is the song I would sing in that duet; I hope to make Wendikiss proud.
Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming
Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, win it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory?
Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
Though we know we will never come again
Where there is love, life begins
Over and over again
Save the night, save the day
Save the love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
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The last (and actually, the first) time I was at a Karaoke lounge, I was told I was going to have to learn a song to sing--in a duet. Well, this is the song I would sing in that duet; I hope to make Wendikiss proud.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
The Non-Cuddle Cuddle
(I think I'm on one of the slowest, most aged computers to still exist on the planet...)
The Non-Cuddle Cuddle, as addressed by Boo in a recent comment, is--like the Non-Fling Fling--exactly as it sounds: a cuddle that is not quite a cuddle. This happens when a couple is lying down facing each other, but not entangled in each other's arms. One of the two may have an arm casually strewn across the waist of the other, but this is not necessarily the case. Anyway, there the couple lie, mere inches between them, sharing body heat and personal space. The closeness allows them to feel intimate with each other, yet the small space allows for them to quietly admire what they are each lucky enough to have in front of them. The Non-Cuddle Cuddle is often viewed to be more intimate and personal than any regular cuddle or spooning session.
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In other news...I already miss Boo. Come back, Boo!
(I think I'm on one of the slowest, most aged computers to still exist on the planet...)
The Non-Cuddle Cuddle, as addressed by Boo in a recent comment, is--like the Non-Fling Fling--exactly as it sounds: a cuddle that is not quite a cuddle. This happens when a couple is lying down facing each other, but not entangled in each other's arms. One of the two may have an arm casually strewn across the waist of the other, but this is not necessarily the case. Anyway, there the couple lie, mere inches between them, sharing body heat and personal space. The closeness allows them to feel intimate with each other, yet the small space allows for them to quietly admire what they are each lucky enough to have in front of them. The Non-Cuddle Cuddle is often viewed to be more intimate and personal than any regular cuddle or spooning session.
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In other news...I already miss Boo. Come back, Boo!
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Quotes of the Moment:
"We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are truly comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox."
"[...] I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered."
--The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks
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According to the first quote, Squiggly and I have been old for a long time already. There isn't anything in the world that could replace the silences with him on sunny Sunday afternoons. Sometimes I'll search out the presense of someone else, just so that I can share my quiet comtemplations with him or her, without ever really having to say anything. Everyone should be able to know the contentment of a comfortable silence.
Everyone should also know how to look at things through the eyes of a child. It's something we actually all know how to do, it's just that we forget to do it so easily. As adults--young or old--we are too quick to temper and too eager to judge, when really we should just be able to trust in the world around us. Not everything in the world today is out to cause us harm or pain or suffering, but sometimes--and a little too often--we seem to forget.
"We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are truly comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox."
"[...] I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered."
--The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks
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According to the first quote, Squiggly and I have been old for a long time already. There isn't anything in the world that could replace the silences with him on sunny Sunday afternoons. Sometimes I'll search out the presense of someone else, just so that I can share my quiet comtemplations with him or her, without ever really having to say anything. Everyone should be able to know the contentment of a comfortable silence.
Everyone should also know how to look at things through the eyes of a child. It's something we actually all know how to do, it's just that we forget to do it so easily. As adults--young or old--we are too quick to temper and too eager to judge, when really we should just be able to trust in the world around us. Not everything in the world today is out to cause us harm or pain or suffering, but sometimes--and a little too often--we seem to forget.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
He Said It
Having fallen behind with my blog readings, I did some rushed catching up and found this on Pablo's page, posted a few days ago. Sometimes, other people just say it better.
Having fallen behind with my blog readings, I did some rushed catching up and found this on Pablo's page, posted a few days ago. Sometimes, other people just say it better.
A lot has happened in the past couple of months.I'm okay with that too.
I laughed. I stressed. I happied. I grey-haired. I cared for. I looked after. I worried. I held. I felt bad. I saddened. But most noteworthy, is the fact that I faulted.
I've made mistakes in my life.
I plan to make plenty more in the future.
And I'm ok with that.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Happy Belated Blogger Birthday!
Three days ago, my blog turned a year old! Whoa. Would someone just shut me up? It appears I have too much to say as I've been able to fill post after post full of my senseless raving for just (literally, JUST) over a year now. Geez, what a windbag--but then, you didn't have READ all of that anyway. :p
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The Trinity
Yesterday's midday breakfast brought about a bittersweet realization: the three members of the JFC are so close that their lives and subsequent happiness levels are intertwined with each other's in the most delicate of balances. We see each other nearly everyday, and turn to each other for support and affection (or reality) whenever we need it--we exist nearly as a single entity made up of three separate parts. The realization stumbled upon yesterday was that because of our closeness as a trio, only one of us could be truly happy in a relationship at a time. Sure, we could all be involved in mediocre relationships at once, but when it comes to being truly happy, we have to take turns. Sucks, doesn't it? But then again, isn't love the ultimate sacrifice? I would sacrifice for my boos.
Three days ago, my blog turned a year old! Whoa. Would someone just shut me up? It appears I have too much to say as I've been able to fill post after post full of my senseless raving for just (literally, JUST) over a year now. Geez, what a windbag--but then, you didn't have READ all of that anyway. :p
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The Trinity
Yesterday's midday breakfast brought about a bittersweet realization: the three members of the JFC are so close that their lives and subsequent happiness levels are intertwined with each other's in the most delicate of balances. We see each other nearly everyday, and turn to each other for support and affection (or reality) whenever we need it--we exist nearly as a single entity made up of three separate parts. The realization stumbled upon yesterday was that because of our closeness as a trio, only one of us could be truly happy in a relationship at a time. Sure, we could all be involved in mediocre relationships at once, but when it comes to being truly happy, we have to take turns. Sucks, doesn't it? But then again, isn't love the ultimate sacrifice? I would sacrifice for my boos.
I love ketchup chips.
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Tell Me You Love Me
A kiss can say I love you, but where you put it can mean so much more. Thinking about it the other day, I figured these to be the kisses that express the most affection--but I am always up for suggestive opinions.
Kisses of affection can be placed:
- on the (bare) shoulder
- endearingly on the forehead
- to the nape of the neck
- sweetly on the temples
- anywhere on the back
- gently on the hipbone or stomach
...
Of course, if you want to tell me that you love me but you've run out of places to kiss me, you can always call me stupid and buy me a bag of ketchup chips--or a large Tim Horton's coffee, double-double. It would seem that I'm easy enough to please. ;)
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Tell Me You Love Me
A kiss can say I love you, but where you put it can mean so much more. Thinking about it the other day, I figured these to be the kisses that express the most affection--but I am always up for suggestive opinions.
Kisses of affection can be placed:
- on the (bare) shoulder
- endearingly on the forehead
- to the nape of the neck
- sweetly on the temples
- anywhere on the back
- gently on the hipbone or stomach
...
Of course, if you want to tell me that you love me but you've run out of places to kiss me, you can always call me stupid and buy me a bag of ketchup chips--or a large Tim Horton's coffee, double-double. It would seem that I'm easy enough to please. ;)
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Sunday, July 18, 2004
Song of the Moment: "Spending Time With You" - Janet Jackson
I close my eyes and fantasize
And I just imagine
A tropical island
We're all alone
Our pagers and cell phones shut off
Hot sunny heat
Cool ocean breeze
The sand beneath our feet
The crashing waves are like music
Found a place to sleep
Passion fruit to eat
Use all our energy
Under the moonlight making love
I don't think nothing can compare
Nothing better than
(Time)
Nothing better than
(Or anywhere)
Nothing better than
(Cause I'm)
Spending time with you
Nothing better than
(As friend)
Nothing better than
(I'm so content)
Nothing better than
(Cause I'm)
Spending time with you
You are my angel
Heaven is close
My favorite place is where you are
So we don't have to do nothing special
Don't wanna run
It's always fun to chill at home
Monday through Friday
Sexy Saturday
Easy Sunday
Cause every day's a special one
Just like a holiday
Vacation getaway
After the foreplay
Go room to room making sweet love
I don't think nothing can compare
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Spending time with you
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Spending time
...
Dedicated to you--the one I love spending time with...
I close my eyes and fantasize
And I just imagine
A tropical island
We're all alone
Our pagers and cell phones shut off
Hot sunny heat
Cool ocean breeze
The sand beneath our feet
The crashing waves are like music
Found a place to sleep
Passion fruit to eat
Use all our energy
Under the moonlight making love
I don't think nothing can compare
Nothing better than
(Time)
Nothing better than
(Or anywhere)
Nothing better than
(Cause I'm)
Spending time with you
Nothing better than
(As friend)
Nothing better than
(I'm so content)
Nothing better than
(Cause I'm)
Spending time with you
You are my angel
Heaven is close
My favorite place is where you are
So we don't have to do nothing special
Don't wanna run
It's always fun to chill at home
Monday through Friday
Sexy Saturday
Easy Sunday
Cause every day's a special one
Just like a holiday
Vacation getaway
After the foreplay
Go room to room making sweet love
I don't think nothing can compare
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Spending time with you
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Nothing better than
Spending time
...
Dedicated to you--the one I love spending time with...
Friday, July 16, 2004
$+üP!Ð Blogger!!!
I logged on tonight in order to post that simple post that you can read below, but I had the WORST time trying to get it to look right. Blogger decided to ambush me with a new posting format that TOTALLY screwed me UP!!! Anyway, I think I have it under control now, but still, I was SO pissed off for a little while there that I was seriously considering up and moving my blog to somewhere a little more stable...once again, LiveJournal crossed my mind, and also once again, Xanga did NOT cross my mind.
I miss posting and blogging everyday or nearly everyday--that computer that I temporarily had in my room so spoiled me! However, not to worry, Brodder's looking into getting a group discount on laptops at P. Mall since this is the year that he and his friends will all be heading out to school and such and I plan to jump on the bandwagon for the discounts. The only catch is that even when you get a discount on a very expensive item, it still comes out to be expensive anyway. C'est la vie. If it was up to me, I'd just get me a portable typewriter that can access the internet when needed. hehehe.
I logged on tonight in order to post that simple post that you can read below, but I had the WORST time trying to get it to look right. Blogger decided to ambush me with a new posting format that TOTALLY screwed me UP!!! Anyway, I think I have it under control now, but still, I was SO pissed off for a little while there that I was seriously considering up and moving my blog to somewhere a little more stable...once again, LiveJournal crossed my mind, and also once again, Xanga did NOT cross my mind.
I miss posting and blogging everyday or nearly everyday--that computer that I temporarily had in my room so spoiled me! However, not to worry, Brodder's looking into getting a group discount on laptops at P. Mall since this is the year that he and his friends will all be heading out to school and such and I plan to jump on the bandwagon for the discounts. The only catch is that even when you get a discount on a very expensive item, it still comes out to be expensive anyway. C'est la vie. If it was up to me, I'd just get me a portable typewriter that can access the internet when needed. hehehe.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Blurbs From My Brain
I love my boos.
"You're stupid."
"No, you're stupid."
What better way to fend off loneliness than to curl up into an oversized hoodie that doesn't belong to you?
"Why do you look so stressed out?"
"I'm not stressed out,"
"Oh right, you're mushy."
I'm happy that they're happy that I'm happy.
Boink Boink Boink Boink Boink.
We talked, we sang, we danced, we fought, we posed, we ate, we drank, we cuddled, we flirted, we laughed, we sighed, we listened, we understood, we kissed, we hugged, we reminisced, we were. Tonight, I lay under the stars, entangled with the ones I love the most.
I love my boos.
"You're stupid."
"No, you're stupid."
What better way to fend off loneliness than to curl up into an oversized hoodie that doesn't belong to you?
"Why do you look so stressed out?"
"I'm not stressed out,"
"Oh right, you're mushy."
I'm happy that they're happy that I'm happy.
Boink Boink Boink Boink Boink.
We talked, we sang, we danced, we fought, we posed, we ate, we drank, we cuddled, we flirted, we laughed, we sighed, we listened, we understood, we kissed, we hugged, we reminisced, we were. Tonight, I lay under the stars, entangled with the ones I love the most.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Friday, July 09, 2004
Aren't Days Off Supposed To Be Relaxing?
What to do? Today's the last of my days off this week, and there's SO much to do! To be honest, I'd rather stay at home, snuggle up and sleep the rest of the day off, but noooooo, I have much already planned for me today.
I was already awoken early this morning for breakfast with the fam andStupid Shmelly at Markham Station (thanks again and again, Shmelly), and now I have to look forward to rock-climbing with Dad, Brodder, and various other extended family members and friends, right after which I will head to volleyball practice with the Tigers (good job this past weekend, girls!) and THEN, I just got a call inviting me to a Penthouse Party to pre-drink before heading to Afterlife for a drive-by birthday celebration that I have no time for since I SHOULD be at home sleeping for work tomorrow morning at 8am. *sigh* If only I could do it all. I DO want to do everything, but I'm just so tired after that HUGE breakfast! 'Itis sucks. So what do I do? I really want to just relax tonight, but at the same time, I want to go out and see everyone and do everything. I just wish the party would just come to me. Argh!!!
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Update - 9:36pm
Alright, I've got the plan down for the rest of the night. I've already climbed those rocks (ow, my forearms) and gone to practice (ow, the rest of my body), so all that's left is dropping by at Afterlife to say happy birthday to the birthday girl (sorry Tigers...). Then, I'm going to come home early andsleep see what Shmelly won me at his golf tournament! ;) After that, THEN I'm going to sleep. At least I'm organized now.
What to do? Today's the last of my days off this week, and there's SO much to do! To be honest, I'd rather stay at home, snuggle up and sleep the rest of the day off, but noooooo, I have much already planned for me today.
I was already awoken early this morning for breakfast with the fam and
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Update - 9:36pm
Alright, I've got the plan down for the rest of the night. I've already climbed those rocks (ow, my forearms) and gone to practice (ow, the rest of my body), so all that's left is dropping by at Afterlife to say happy birthday to the birthday girl (sorry Tigers...). Then, I'm going to come home early and
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Song of the Moment: "Uninvited" - Alanis Morisette
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd need shepherd
But you you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
...
And for the record, I have never dedicated this song to anyone.
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd need shepherd
But you you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
...
And for the record, I have never dedicated this song to anyone.
Oh blog...how I've missed you so...
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The Non-Fling Fling
The Non-Fling Fling is exactly what it sounds like--a fling that is not a fling. This term was created by the JFC in order to describe the odd behaviour of certain people in relationships who acted sometimes (and sometimes too often) as if they were single, thereby confusing third parties. Allow me to enlighten you...
There is a couple made up of girl A and guy A. Let's say this couple has been dating for about a year now and have had a steady and solid relationship the whole time. Now let's introduce guy B. Guy B is a fun-loving and out-going single guy who somehow gets introduced to girl A. Now, girl A immediately takes a liking to guy B and vice-versa and the two become close friends and hang-out often. If this was all there was to it, then the JFC would not have invented the aforementioned term, so therefore, I must continue.
Now, girl A has been in her relationship for quite sometime now and has done all there is to be done with guy A and their relationship is still a good one, but now that guy B has come along, there's someone new and exciting in her life and therefore, some of the things that she does with guy B might seem a little more than just friendly. And then, seeing as guy B is a single guy who is not with a girl and therefore looking for a girl, guy B can easily mistake the actions of girl A as being a little more than friendly and perhaps start making his own advances on her--everything of course being strictly platonic. We have now entered the territory of the Non-Fling Fling.
Quite simply, girl A is interested in guy B and vice-versa so they are getting along quite nicely, except that they're not officially getting along at all--there's still guy A in the picture. So what we have here now is girl A having a fling with guy B while still being with guy A thereby making it not a fling; the Non-Fling Fling. How does it all work out in the end? Well, it doesn't. Not usually anyway. It usually comes down to girl A running back to guy A because that's what she knows to be safe, leaving guy B in the dust with his ears ringing with her last words: "You're a really good friend..."
Don't think that this can't go the other way as well; we could have girl A and guy A and then introduce girl B just as easily, get it? If not, you can always ask Squiggly to elaborate--who knows how he always manages to be guy B?
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The Non-Fling Fling
The Non-Fling Fling is exactly what it sounds like--a fling that is not a fling. This term was created by the JFC in order to describe the odd behaviour of certain people in relationships who acted sometimes (and sometimes too often) as if they were single, thereby confusing third parties. Allow me to enlighten you...
There is a couple made up of girl A and guy A. Let's say this couple has been dating for about a year now and have had a steady and solid relationship the whole time. Now let's introduce guy B. Guy B is a fun-loving and out-going single guy who somehow gets introduced to girl A. Now, girl A immediately takes a liking to guy B and vice-versa and the two become close friends and hang-out often. If this was all there was to it, then the JFC would not have invented the aforementioned term, so therefore, I must continue.
Now, girl A has been in her relationship for quite sometime now and has done all there is to be done with guy A and their relationship is still a good one, but now that guy B has come along, there's someone new and exciting in her life and therefore, some of the things that she does with guy B might seem a little more than just friendly. And then, seeing as guy B is a single guy who is not with a girl and therefore looking for a girl, guy B can easily mistake the actions of girl A as being a little more than friendly and perhaps start making his own advances on her--everything of course being strictly platonic. We have now entered the territory of the Non-Fling Fling.
Quite simply, girl A is interested in guy B and vice-versa so they are getting along quite nicely, except that they're not officially getting along at all--there's still guy A in the picture. So what we have here now is girl A having a fling with guy B while still being with guy A thereby making it not a fling; the Non-Fling Fling. How does it all work out in the end? Well, it doesn't. Not usually anyway. It usually comes down to girl A running back to guy A because that's what she knows to be safe, leaving guy B in the dust with his ears ringing with her last words: "You're a really good friend..."
Don't think that this can't go the other way as well; we could have girl A and guy A and then introduce girl B just as easily, get it? If not, you can always ask Squiggly to elaborate--who knows how he always manages to be guy B?
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Not Quite A Tongue Twister
alpha q ... Alpha Q ... ALPHA Q ... A L P H A Q ! ! !
(hehehe)
Okay, it's true, it's not quite a tongue twister (unless you want it to be) but it sure is fun to say!!! Still don't get it? Try saying it out loud. Still don't get it even after that? Well, um, ah, Alpha Q then. ;)
alpha q ... Alpha Q ... ALPHA Q ... A L P H A Q ! ! !
(hehehe)
Okay, it's true, it's not quite a tongue twister (unless you want it to be) but it sure is fun to say!!! Still don't get it? Try saying it out loud. Still don't get it even after that? Well, um, ah, Alpha Q then. ;)
Serving in the City
I think I shall deem Wednesdays as my Celebrity Day at work. Yes, I had the opportunity to serve the "Sex in the City" Star, Kim Catrall today. It was--like serving anyone else. I'm not the biggest "Sex in the City" fan (that's not to say I don't like it, just that I don't watch religiously--there's a difference) so I wasn't all gaa-gaa over her appearance at my table, but I did recognize her from the movie, "Mannequin", (which is MY movie and no one else's *ahem*) which I probably watched about 5 million-billion times as a kid. Anyway, like I said, serving her was like serving any other customer--she was nice, polite, and apparently not a pepper fan. I think the guys were more excited about her dining on the patio today than I was--although that probably didn't have much to do with her acting career, but probably had more to do with what she was wearing...or what she wasn't. ;)
I think I shall deem Wednesdays as my Celebrity Day at work. Yes, I had the opportunity to serve the "Sex in the City" Star, Kim Catrall today. It was--like serving anyone else. I'm not the biggest "Sex in the City" fan (that's not to say I don't like it, just that I don't watch religiously--there's a difference) so I wasn't all gaa-gaa over her appearance at my table, but I did recognize her from the movie, "Mannequin", (which is MY movie and no one else's *ahem*) which I probably watched about 5 million-billion times as a kid. Anyway, like I said, serving her was like serving any other customer--she was nice, polite, and apparently not a pepper fan. I think the guys were more excited about her dining on the patio today than I was--although that probably didn't have much to do with her acting career, but probably had more to do with what she was wearing...or what she wasn't. ;)
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
A Little Birdie
At work today, a Blue Jay managed to find its way to one of my tables. Well, I thought it was just one Blue Jay, but it turned out that it was a little family of Blue Jays that ended up at my table: dad, mom, and baby Jay. And to tell you the truth, I had no idea that they were Blue Jays until K told me so. Anyway, this family of Jays ordered, ate, and turned out to be a delight to serve not only because their little baby girl was so cute, but also because they were all so nice. So, just in passing, thanks, Chris Woodward, for the tip and pseudo-autograph.
(Coincidentally enough, a Dodger stopped Woodward on his way out the door to congratulate Woodward on his well-batted game last night and the two families stopped for a while to chat by the booths while curious yet shy fans looked on. My first celebrity day at work!)
At work today, a Blue Jay managed to find its way to one of my tables. Well, I thought it was just one Blue Jay, but it turned out that it was a little family of Blue Jays that ended up at my table: dad, mom, and baby Jay. And to tell you the truth, I had no idea that they were Blue Jays until K told me so. Anyway, this family of Jays ordered, ate, and turned out to be a delight to serve not only because their little baby girl was so cute, but also because they were all so nice. So, just in passing, thanks, Chris Woodward, for the tip and pseudo-autograph.
(Coincidentally enough, a Dodger stopped Woodward on his way out the door to congratulate Woodward on his well-batted game last night and the two families stopped for a while to chat by the booths while curious yet shy fans looked on. My first celebrity day at work!)
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Nobody Loves Me...But Plenty Want To Enlarge My---?!
Of 108 emails screened by Mail Washer for me today, a grand total of 0 were actually for me. Well, actually, I guess all of them were technically for me, but none of them had been personally written and sent to me by anyone I knew. Boo. At least my Mom thinks I'm special...
Of 108 emails screened by Mail Washer for me today, a grand total of 0 were actually for me. Well, actually, I guess all of them were technically for me, but none of them had been personally written and sent to me by anyone I knew. Boo. At least my Mom thinks I'm special...
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Lost, But Found
I sure many of you remember me complaining once long ago that my drafts wouldn't save on Blogger. Well, now that Blogger has updated their template and publishing formats, guess what I found buried deep within my pile of posts? All the drafts I once tried to save unsuccessfully! So, following, in no particular order, are some posts I started but didn't necessarily finish or post, thinking they were lost forever to the depths of cyberspace. The only semi-relevant post for current reading is probably the first one.
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This song ["Today, Tonight" by Dishwalla] caught my attention today as I was supposed to be studying Thomas More's Utopia. It's because I was feeling that feeling that I feel every once in a while--the one where I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen. I feel like my life right now has plateaued and now I'm waiting for something to come along and take it to the next level. I have no idea what it is that I'm waiting for, but it feels like if I wait long enough, it'll come, and it'll happen, and it'll be worth it. At this moment, I'm putting my faith in something unknown; risking my time for something that could never come. But by doing so, I'm getting the feeling that I'm on the right track. Do you ever get that sometimes? It's not quite deja vu, but it's not quite a leap of faith either. It's as though I'm sensing that my fate is about to take a turn and Destiny's going to throw something my way...I hope I'm ready to catch it.
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[This post is most applicable when read in conjuction with "TOP SECRET BLOG DAY Part 2" from January 9, 2004]
Alright, so as soon as mom found me blogging on her computer at work, she booted me off, hence, my last post was unfortunately so short. Since then, I haven't made it back to blogger, either at her work or at home, so here I am...with the rest of the confidential scoop of what she does at work.
The whole reason I'd gone into work with my mom was because I gathered from the stories she ALWAYS had to tell after work that all she and the other employees did at work was SOCIALIZE. They were always chatting, joking around, wandering from floor to floor to see what progress each other were making, going out for lunch together, throwing the best staff parties and such, and sharing pizza and beer every few weeks as they sat together to view the dailies or the new animations created since the last pizza and beer day.
I suppose it's not a crime to tell you that she works at an animation company of sorts. They animate movies. Or at least they're apparently doing so right now. However, I spent the first 1/2 hour at mom's work, sitting across from her at her desk, staring at her as she read her emails and took notes for her "things to do" list for the day. I got to meet all of her co-workers that had desks or offices en route from the front door to her own office. I would've hung out with them, but they seemed as busy with their work as mom was. And everytime I tried to join in on any conversation they were having, it would end shortly after, putting me back to square one: folding origami shapes for the receptionist downstairs out of the paper in mom's recycling bin.
15 minutes later Snuffy walked in. Thank GOD!!! She came in to say hi to my mom and to drop off a belated Christmas gift as she'd gone back to Cali and then London for the holidays. (She gave mom a Happy Buddha necklace of jade from her favourite Japanese store in California.) Anyway, Snuffy and I had met before, and she was more than happy to get me out of my mother's hair and take me around the place. Our first stop was to her own desk to make an appearance, and then she disappeared on the excuse that she needed to go to the bathroom--but really was just going to take me on my tour instead.
It was so cool. We went up to the animating floor where EVERYONE had their own workstation and computer with TWO HUGE monitors. One screen would have all the programming on it while the other would display whatever it was they were creating. So cool. They weren't set up in cubicles either, but more like plasmic blobs all across the floor.
...
[This post was probably supposed to happen sometime in December of 2003]
So did I mention that Vin and I spontaneously combusted and drove up to Waterloo on Tuesday? Well, we did. Had to wake up DAMN early to do so too...11am is just not right. :p We kind of just threw up the idea the night before as we were studying, and before we knew it, we'd made all the arrangements and were on our way.
I sure many of you remember me complaining once long ago that my drafts wouldn't save on Blogger. Well, now that Blogger has updated their template and publishing formats, guess what I found buried deep within my pile of posts? All the drafts I once tried to save unsuccessfully! So, following, in no particular order, are some posts I started but didn't necessarily finish or post, thinking they were lost forever to the depths of cyberspace. The only semi-relevant post for current reading is probably the first one.
...
This song ["Today, Tonight" by Dishwalla] caught my attention today as I was supposed to be studying Thomas More's Utopia. It's because I was feeling that feeling that I feel every once in a while--the one where I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen. I feel like my life right now has plateaued and now I'm waiting for something to come along and take it to the next level. I have no idea what it is that I'm waiting for, but it feels like if I wait long enough, it'll come, and it'll happen, and it'll be worth it. At this moment, I'm putting my faith in something unknown; risking my time for something that could never come. But by doing so, I'm getting the feeling that I'm on the right track. Do you ever get that sometimes? It's not quite deja vu, but it's not quite a leap of faith either. It's as though I'm sensing that my fate is about to take a turn and Destiny's going to throw something my way...I hope I'm ready to catch it.
...
[This post is most applicable when read in conjuction with "TOP SECRET BLOG DAY Part 2" from January 9, 2004]
Alright, so as soon as mom found me blogging on her computer at work, she booted me off, hence, my last post was unfortunately so short. Since then, I haven't made it back to blogger, either at her work or at home, so here I am...with the rest of the confidential scoop of what she does at work.
The whole reason I'd gone into work with my mom was because I gathered from the stories she ALWAYS had to tell after work that all she and the other employees did at work was SOCIALIZE. They were always chatting, joking around, wandering from floor to floor to see what progress each other were making, going out for lunch together, throwing the best staff parties and such, and sharing pizza and beer every few weeks as they sat together to view the dailies or the new animations created since the last pizza and beer day.
I suppose it's not a crime to tell you that she works at an animation company of sorts. They animate movies. Or at least they're apparently doing so right now. However, I spent the first 1/2 hour at mom's work, sitting across from her at her desk, staring at her as she read her emails and took notes for her "things to do" list for the day. I got to meet all of her co-workers that had desks or offices en route from the front door to her own office. I would've hung out with them, but they seemed as busy with their work as mom was. And everytime I tried to join in on any conversation they were having, it would end shortly after, putting me back to square one: folding origami shapes for the receptionist downstairs out of the paper in mom's recycling bin.
15 minutes later Snuffy walked in. Thank GOD!!! She came in to say hi to my mom and to drop off a belated Christmas gift as she'd gone back to Cali and then London for the holidays. (She gave mom a Happy Buddha necklace of jade from her favourite Japanese store in California.) Anyway, Snuffy and I had met before, and she was more than happy to get me out of my mother's hair and take me around the place. Our first stop was to her own desk to make an appearance, and then she disappeared on the excuse that she needed to go to the bathroom--but really was just going to take me on my tour instead.
It was so cool. We went up to the animating floor where EVERYONE had their own workstation and computer with TWO HUGE monitors. One screen would have all the programming on it while the other would display whatever it was they were creating. So cool. They weren't set up in cubicles either, but more like plasmic blobs all across the floor.
...
[This post was probably supposed to happen sometime in December of 2003]
So did I mention that Vin and I spontaneously combusted and drove up to Waterloo on Tuesday? Well, we did. Had to wake up DAMN early to do so too...11am is just not right. :p We kind of just threw up the idea the night before as we were studying, and before we knew it, we'd made all the arrangements and were on our way.
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