i'm in a weird kind of mood today; this weekend is the first weekend since the summer started in which i do not have anything planned, AT ALL. not a single thing scheduled. a part of me is happy because i finally get to relax; another part of me feels restless, like i should be doing something, keeping busy, distracting myself from my thoughts. i don't like the fact that i feel like this.
i've been reading william leith's 'the hungry years; the confessions of a food addict'; it was published last summer and i had bought it then for the plane ride to london; needless to say i didn't read much of it on the plane or even off, so here i am a summer later finally getting my nose into it. it's a great book so far; it details his life of binge eating and yo-yo dieting, not to mention the drugs, alcohol and sex. written in a stream-of-consciousness style that's actually not annoying to read, i find the way he thinks about food absolutely fascinating. click here to read an interview he did with the observer.
developments in the 'crush' saga:
a) i slapped his bum this week (very 'cheeky' of me, i know); damn, he has got a NICE ass.
b) i found out the girl he's 'sort of' seeing actually does exist and - get this - she's asian, like me. fuck.
c) he flirts like a friggin' mofo...girlfriend or not, he'll flirt with anything that moves.
d) i hate the fact that i'm one of the people he flirts with, and the fact that i enjoy it.
last week my family and i were at a neighbourhood chinese restaurant having peking duck (yes, it was orgasmic); we were reminiscing about when we first moved to canada and were living in my aunt's house in downtown toronto. canuckian and i were young then, only 3 or 4; my mom was recounting how we were bawling, kicking and screaming at the top of our lungs when they brought us to daycare for the very first time. the daycare was located at the end of our street, only a few steps from our house but man, did we cause a ruckus or what, so much so that before our second day of daycare, they got us all dressed and ready to go the night before so when we woke up the next day they could just pick us up and run to the daycare before we had a chance to put up a fight!
other memories:
- the room we shared with our two cousins, complete with star wars curtains, sheets and comforters;
- the creak of the stairs and the long wooden bannister;
- the best porch in the world, with it's many layers of grey paint;
- skipping rope on the street in front of our house;
- going to the one chinese restaurant we always went to, all the time, with its little garden and fountain in front;
- buying the fake plastic gold rings with the fake gems made especially for little girls like me, in the convenience store next door to the restaurant;
- feeling like a million bucks wearing a fake gold ring, complete with adjustable band;
- eating my favourite donut, hawaiian, in my aunt's kitchen;
- chewing away all the sprinkles and leaving the donut part for my aunt to eat.
CET :o)
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
my crush proposed to me...sort of
no he wasn't on bended knee and no, he did not have a diamond ring, but i said yes! let me explain:
we had lunch together this week and after lunch we were walking around when he said he wanted to check out an event space in our building - apparently it's suppose to be very pish posh and beautiful. on our way there we realized we had to come up with a reason/lie in order to be allowed in; i said we should pretend we're here on behalf of our company, looking into event spaces for a corporate function. he agreed with me but then after a while he said "we should pretend that we're engaged to be married." WHAT??? i laughed and asked if this meant that i'd have to convert to his religion, or whether he should convert to mine.
we finally got to the floor where the elevator up to the event space was located. we entered the elevator (we were the only ones) and pressed the button; the doors closed and then...nothing. we weren't moving, but the doors weren't opening! we were laughing and pressing all the buttons, trying to get something to work; we were also wondering how we would explain this to our co-workers when we got back. if i was more suave i would've said something suggestive, which would have led to him grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me passionately (ha ha, in my fantasies!), but i am about as suave as an acne-infested, pre-pubescent nerd, and it didn't even DAWN on me to saying something like that, so we continued to laugh and press buttons instead. he then mentions that i don't have a diamond ring on my left ring finger so we might not be able to pass it off; again i made a joke of the situation and said "what, no diamond? what kind of a girl do you think i am?" we then tried the 'door open' button again and the elevator doors finally parted. sigh.
yes i know, i said i wouldn't post anything about him unless it was a significant development, but don't you think a proposal of marriage is?
CET :o)
we had lunch together this week and after lunch we were walking around when he said he wanted to check out an event space in our building - apparently it's suppose to be very pish posh and beautiful. on our way there we realized we had to come up with a reason/lie in order to be allowed in; i said we should pretend we're here on behalf of our company, looking into event spaces for a corporate function. he agreed with me but then after a while he said "we should pretend that we're engaged to be married." WHAT??? i laughed and asked if this meant that i'd have to convert to his religion, or whether he should convert to mine.
we finally got to the floor where the elevator up to the event space was located. we entered the elevator (we were the only ones) and pressed the button; the doors closed and then...nothing. we weren't moving, but the doors weren't opening! we were laughing and pressing all the buttons, trying to get something to work; we were also wondering how we would explain this to our co-workers when we got back. if i was more suave i would've said something suggestive, which would have led to him grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me passionately (ha ha, in my fantasies!), but i am about as suave as an acne-infested, pre-pubescent nerd, and it didn't even DAWN on me to saying something like that, so we continued to laugh and press buttons instead. he then mentions that i don't have a diamond ring on my left ring finger so we might not be able to pass it off; again i made a joke of the situation and said "what, no diamond? what kind of a girl do you think i am?" we then tried the 'door open' button again and the elevator doors finally parted. sigh.
yes i know, i said i wouldn't post anything about him unless it was a significant development, but don't you think a proposal of marriage is?
CET :o)
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
there goes the bride
mr. bing is married now.
my calves ache from all the dancing :o)
it was a wonderful day! the weather was beautiful, but i think that's because the omnipotent being upstairs would have incurred mr. bing's wrath if it didn't produce a lovely day. seriously.
the bride looked resplendent in her gown, the bridesmaids pretty in a rainbow of pastel, the groom and groomsmen dapper in their tuxedos. my heart was full and my eyes slightly red as she walked down the aisle; i kept thinking "wow, this is it! mr. bing's getting married!" my next thought was to the reading that canuckian and i would do, corinthians 13. my heart was going a mile a minute and practically leaping out of my chest as i climbed the stairs to the podium. the reading went well though i think, judging from mr. bing's reaction and the compliments we received at the reception. we proved everyone wrong too by not laughing during the reading (did i mention it before, the fact that we were afraid we would laugh because of the scene in "the wedding crashers" featuring the reading from corinthians?).
the reception was good fun too; in order to get the bride and groom to kiss, each table had to come up with either a poem, song or haiku. i made up a poem that went down well with the crowd i think! the food was yummy (lovely mushroom soup, mmm); instead of a wedding cake they had a four-tier cupcake cascade! mr. bing doesn't know this (until now, hahaha) but when brown goddess, canuckian, gymstar and i were arranging the cupcakes on the tiered serving tray that morning, brown goddess and i each had a cupcake! what can i say, there was a surplus! mmm, very tasty...
the dancing started and it was what i was looking forward to all evening; classic songs from our childhood/teenage/university years plus a few recent hits - where else can you get new kids on the block, rob bass, salt n' pepa, spirit of the west and black eyed peas, all in one place? canuckian and i danced solidly for three hours, hence the achy calves today.
thoughts: i'm very happy for mr. bing and her now husband, though i must admit it feels weird, as she is the first of my close friends to get married. it's kind of like when you finish elementary school and start junior high, or from junior high to high school; things change, people change, you change, and while i do welcome change and embrace it when it comes, sometimes it's a hard pill to swallow.
CET
p.s. the only time i cried that day was when mr. bing was dancing with her father to louis armstrong's "it's a wonderful world"! it was just soooooo sweet and made me think of my daddy. :o)
my calves ache from all the dancing :o)
it was a wonderful day! the weather was beautiful, but i think that's because the omnipotent being upstairs would have incurred mr. bing's wrath if it didn't produce a lovely day. seriously.
the bride looked resplendent in her gown, the bridesmaids pretty in a rainbow of pastel, the groom and groomsmen dapper in their tuxedos. my heart was full and my eyes slightly red as she walked down the aisle; i kept thinking "wow, this is it! mr. bing's getting married!" my next thought was to the reading that canuckian and i would do, corinthians 13. my heart was going a mile a minute and practically leaping out of my chest as i climbed the stairs to the podium. the reading went well though i think, judging from mr. bing's reaction and the compliments we received at the reception. we proved everyone wrong too by not laughing during the reading (did i mention it before, the fact that we were afraid we would laugh because of the scene in "the wedding crashers" featuring the reading from corinthians?).
the reception was good fun too; in order to get the bride and groom to kiss, each table had to come up with either a poem, song or haiku. i made up a poem that went down well with the crowd i think! the food was yummy (lovely mushroom soup, mmm); instead of a wedding cake they had a four-tier cupcake cascade! mr. bing doesn't know this (until now, hahaha) but when brown goddess, canuckian, gymstar and i were arranging the cupcakes on the tiered serving tray that morning, brown goddess and i each had a cupcake! what can i say, there was a surplus! mmm, very tasty...
the dancing started and it was what i was looking forward to all evening; classic songs from our childhood/teenage/university years plus a few recent hits - where else can you get new kids on the block, rob bass, salt n' pepa, spirit of the west and black eyed peas, all in one place? canuckian and i danced solidly for three hours, hence the achy calves today.
thoughts: i'm very happy for mr. bing and her now husband, though i must admit it feels weird, as she is the first of my close friends to get married. it's kind of like when you finish elementary school and start junior high, or from junior high to high school; things change, people change, you change, and while i do welcome change and embrace it when it comes, sometimes it's a hard pill to swallow.
CET
p.s. the only time i cried that day was when mr. bing was dancing with her father to louis armstrong's "it's a wonderful world"! it was just soooooo sweet and made me think of my daddy. :o)
Thursday, August 10, 2006
wanted to jot this down...
- funny cottage moment: all of us were in the water and we were playing this game where one person would grab your left foot, another person would grab your right foot, and then the two people would launch you out of the water, causing you to fly through the air and into the water like a canonball. mr. bing and her brother's fiancee were trying to launch her brother out of the water, which was hard to do considering he's a tall, strapping lad. they each had one of his legs in hand; i wade over to help them out and the brother says "what the hell are you going to hold on to?" it was tooooooo funny...
- on the radio on the way home the dj was saying how the film editors at 'america's next top model' have to go through 200 hours of footage to put together a 41 minute show - if that's not what hell is like then i don't know what is...
- there was an extremely pushy, mean and bitchy woman on the subway today, barrelling through people, stepping on toes and not apologizing, muttering under her breath, that sort of thing. she stood beside me and when the seat in front of me became free, she proceeded to squish into it while i was in the process of sitting down, thereby causing me to sit on her lap. i turn around and do you know what i said to her? 'do you HAVE to be such a bitch?' she simply says 'yes', all the while avoiding eye contact. i could've made a scene and yelled at her some more but it wouldn't have done any good; she's just one of those people that go through life angry with everyone and everything. all the people on the subway glowered at her as they were annoyed with her too, and when i said what i said to her the gentleman beside me looked at me and smiled.
CET
- on the radio on the way home the dj was saying how the film editors at 'america's next top model' have to go through 200 hours of footage to put together a 41 minute show - if that's not what hell is like then i don't know what is...
- there was an extremely pushy, mean and bitchy woman on the subway today, barrelling through people, stepping on toes and not apologizing, muttering under her breath, that sort of thing. she stood beside me and when the seat in front of me became free, she proceeded to squish into it while i was in the process of sitting down, thereby causing me to sit on her lap. i turn around and do you know what i said to her? 'do you HAVE to be such a bitch?' she simply says 'yes', all the while avoiding eye contact. i could've made a scene and yelled at her some more but it wouldn't have done any good; she's just one of those people that go through life angry with everyone and everything. all the people on the subway glowered at her as they were annoyed with her too, and when i said what i said to her the gentleman beside me looked at me and smiled.
CET
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
cottage shenanigans/mani-pedi cherry plucked!
NOTE: this post was started on monday night but finished on wednesday night - the date for this post should therefore be wednesday!
business woman took canuckian and i to a nail salon today after work - it was my first manicure and pedicure, ever! the manicurist said i had nicely shaped nails and i was chuffed. my toes have never looked better! the three of us went to a local pub afterwards for some bangers and mash and a pint of beer. thanks be to business woman!
this 'mani/pedi' session is all in preparation for mr. bing's wedding this saturday...it is going to be absolute madness but more importantly, GOOD TIMES! mr. bing informed me of the 'must play' song list that she put together and i am SOOO excited it's ridiculous! shoop, do bee doop, do bee doop...
canuckian and i went to mr. bing's parents' cottage this weekend, along with mr. bing and her man, mr. bing's brother and his fiancee, and mr. bing's parents, the oh-so-awesome Mr. Shriner and his wife, Onesie. we swam everyday, played schoolyard games in the water (like spud, monkey in the middle, red rover, duck duck goose - remember those?), board games on land (i won monopoly, yeah!), ate when we were hungry (can we say 'oatmeal squares'?), slept when we were tired, roasted weiners and marshmallows over the campfire, took a ride on Mr. Shriner's motor boat...it was, as always, happy and memorable.
we go to mr. bing's cottage every year for our ritual known as the 'cottage reconnaissance'. i feel like this yearly pilgrimage acts like a life marker - it chronicles the passing of time, the onset of age, of life itself - perhaps this is why i always feel a bit melancholy when i arrive home from the cottage, like the feeling of homesickness only it's not home you miss, but what once was. i think mr. bing's wedding will be a pretty big life marker too. to think i've known this girl since grade 5, and now i'll be reading at her wedding...i'm very glad to have a friend like mr. bing.
i wish i could tell you all the stuff we got up to at the cottage, all the funny, laugh-until-your-belly-hurts type moments, but this entry would be far too long...i feel very blessed to be able to share such good times with people i love!
anyhoo, better end this post before it gets too sappy - goodnight!
CET :o)
business woman took canuckian and i to a nail salon today after work - it was my first manicure and pedicure, ever! the manicurist said i had nicely shaped nails and i was chuffed. my toes have never looked better! the three of us went to a local pub afterwards for some bangers and mash and a pint of beer. thanks be to business woman!
this 'mani/pedi' session is all in preparation for mr. bing's wedding this saturday...it is going to be absolute madness but more importantly, GOOD TIMES! mr. bing informed me of the 'must play' song list that she put together and i am SOOO excited it's ridiculous! shoop, do bee doop, do bee doop...
canuckian and i went to mr. bing's parents' cottage this weekend, along with mr. bing and her man, mr. bing's brother and his fiancee, and mr. bing's parents, the oh-so-awesome Mr. Shriner and his wife, Onesie. we swam everyday, played schoolyard games in the water (like spud, monkey in the middle, red rover, duck duck goose - remember those?), board games on land (i won monopoly, yeah!), ate when we were hungry (can we say 'oatmeal squares'?), slept when we were tired, roasted weiners and marshmallows over the campfire, took a ride on Mr. Shriner's motor boat...it was, as always, happy and memorable.
we go to mr. bing's cottage every year for our ritual known as the 'cottage reconnaissance'. i feel like this yearly pilgrimage acts like a life marker - it chronicles the passing of time, the onset of age, of life itself - perhaps this is why i always feel a bit melancholy when i arrive home from the cottage, like the feeling of homesickness only it's not home you miss, but what once was. i think mr. bing's wedding will be a pretty big life marker too. to think i've known this girl since grade 5, and now i'll be reading at her wedding...i'm very glad to have a friend like mr. bing.
i wish i could tell you all the stuff we got up to at the cottage, all the funny, laugh-until-your-belly-hurts type moments, but this entry would be far too long...i feel very blessed to be able to share such good times with people i love!
anyhoo, better end this post before it gets too sappy - goodnight!
CET :o)
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
evidence i am not a morning person
the skirt i wore yesterday was on backwards, as was my shirt today. when did i notice? when i got home from work, after the day was done. did i myself even notice it? no, my mother and sister did. can you tell from this example that i am not a morning person? yes.
funny thing is a co-worker complimented me on my skirt, even though it was on backwards!
i find this hilarious/telling: canuckian and i ransacked the cupboards tonight for a late-night snack; we came across a box of fortune cookies (i don't even know how we came about these, as you would normally NEVER find fortune cookies in my house) and one of my fortunes tonight (as i ate many) said "you will become better acquainted with a co-worker", HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...don't i wish! that fortune had better come true, and with a particular co-worker, STAT!
CET :o)
funny thing is a co-worker complimented me on my skirt, even though it was on backwards!
i find this hilarious/telling: canuckian and i ransacked the cupboards tonight for a late-night snack; we came across a box of fortune cookies (i don't even know how we came about these, as you would normally NEVER find fortune cookies in my house) and one of my fortunes tonight (as i ate many) said "you will become better acquainted with a co-worker", HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...don't i wish! that fortune had better come true, and with a particular co-worker, STAT!
CET :o)
Sunday, July 30, 2006
onward and upward!
okay, this might disappoint some of you while others may rejoice: i will not be posting about my crush today. in fact, i will not be posting anything until something significant happens, for better or for worse!
tidbits i've been meaning to tell but got sidetracked with the whole crush thing:
- canuckian's home! she arrived yesterday. she'll be home until after mr. bing's wedding, at which point her life is, as of this moment, undecided. i am very glad to have my sister home, not to mention chili's very happy too, as this is the first time since we got him back in december that both of his sisters have been home together. we just finished celebrating the completion of her masters with some cake. congratulations canuckian!!! :o)
- i was wearing my "Rock How To" t-shirt from Threadless one day on the streetcar (see above) when two guys i was standing across from starting to motion to me with their hands. i realized they were both deaf and had noticed my t-shirt. the one guy asked me, through mouthing the words and signing, whether i knew any sign language. i only remember one phrase that brown goddess had taught me when she was learning how to sign, "my name is ________", so i signed it for them and they were very impressed! we then proceeded to fumble through a conversation in sign language and reading lips! i must say i was the one that did most of the fumbling, as they could comprehend me but i couldn't comprehend them very well. we managed to establish each other's names, where we all lived, where we all were heading, why i knew only that one phrase, and the fact that the one guy was flirting with me, saying i had a very pretty smile and a beautiful face :o) it was really cool to be able to converse with them, and lovely that such a random occurence could happen out of the blue.
- mr. bing's stagette party: two words pretty much sum up that evening - MALE STRIPPER. where do i even begin? ahhh yes, we begin with a "fireman" showing up at our door and being led to the bride-to-be to put out her "fire". the stripping music begins and we are treated to quite the show and smell, as this guy must've bathed in his cologne before coming over. PEEEE-YEW! he did his dance around the bride while the rest of us were hooting and hollering and taking pictures. when he was naked except for his g-string (yikes), he then turned to us and proceeded to LAY HIS BODY ON US, one by one, while taking our hands and rubbing them down his chest and smacking his behind. OHHHHHHH MY! then came the full monty, though you couldn't see too much of his bits because he kept hiding behind a little towel. not that i wanted a close up of his bits - he was just a tad too smarmy for my liking! i didn't let him do this to me, but apparently with one of the girls he LAY HIS PENIS ON HER CHEST and gyrated to the music! EEK! one of the other girls and i were clutching each other in half-fear when he came over to us; he proceeded to stand on the sofa, his bits dangling in our faces (though mine was buried in the sofa pillows), swinging his hips to and fro. hmmm...needless to say, by the time he left, each of us had memories (mentally etched and scarred) to last a lifetime :o) oh, and we also had his stench on us too, which i was only too happy to wash off when i got home! GOOOOOD TIMES...
- i'm in pain at the moment because i had my first dragonboat practice on thursday since last year; holy muscle spasm, batman! i was impressed with my stamina (because let's face it folks, CET is not the most active person in the world) but the next day i was feeling it big time. it was even worse the day after that, as business woman and i went to the beaches international jazz festival and proceeded to walk along queen street for three and a half hours. ouch.
- canuckian, brown goddess and i are heading to mr. bing's cottage this coming long weekend, can't wait! our last reconnaissance together before mr. bing becomes a wife :o)
CET
tidbits i've been meaning to tell but got sidetracked with the whole crush thing:
- canuckian's home! she arrived yesterday. she'll be home until after mr. bing's wedding, at which point her life is, as of this moment, undecided. i am very glad to have my sister home, not to mention chili's very happy too, as this is the first time since we got him back in december that both of his sisters have been home together. we just finished celebrating the completion of her masters with some cake. congratulations canuckian!!! :o)
- i was wearing my "Rock How To" t-shirt from Threadless one day on the streetcar (see above) when two guys i was standing across from starting to motion to me with their hands. i realized they were both deaf and had noticed my t-shirt. the one guy asked me, through mouthing the words and signing, whether i knew any sign language. i only remember one phrase that brown goddess had taught me when she was learning how to sign, "my name is ________", so i signed it for them and they were very impressed! we then proceeded to fumble through a conversation in sign language and reading lips! i must say i was the one that did most of the fumbling, as they could comprehend me but i couldn't comprehend them very well. we managed to establish each other's names, where we all lived, where we all were heading, why i knew only that one phrase, and the fact that the one guy was flirting with me, saying i had a very pretty smile and a beautiful face :o) it was really cool to be able to converse with them, and lovely that such a random occurence could happen out of the blue.
- mr. bing's stagette party: two words pretty much sum up that evening - MALE STRIPPER. where do i even begin? ahhh yes, we begin with a "fireman" showing up at our door and being led to the bride-to-be to put out her "fire". the stripping music begins and we are treated to quite the show and smell, as this guy must've bathed in his cologne before coming over. PEEEE-YEW! he did his dance around the bride while the rest of us were hooting and hollering and taking pictures. when he was naked except for his g-string (yikes), he then turned to us and proceeded to LAY HIS BODY ON US, one by one, while taking our hands and rubbing them down his chest and smacking his behind. OHHHHHHH MY! then came the full monty, though you couldn't see too much of his bits because he kept hiding behind a little towel. not that i wanted a close up of his bits - he was just a tad too smarmy for my liking! i didn't let him do this to me, but apparently with one of the girls he LAY HIS PENIS ON HER CHEST and gyrated to the music! EEK! one of the other girls and i were clutching each other in half-fear when he came over to us; he proceeded to stand on the sofa, his bits dangling in our faces (though mine was buried in the sofa pillows), swinging his hips to and fro. hmmm...needless to say, by the time he left, each of us had memories (mentally etched and scarred) to last a lifetime :o) oh, and we also had his stench on us too, which i was only too happy to wash off when i got home! GOOOOOD TIMES...
- i'm in pain at the moment because i had my first dragonboat practice on thursday since last year; holy muscle spasm, batman! i was impressed with my stamina (because let's face it folks, CET is not the most active person in the world) but the next day i was feeling it big time. it was even worse the day after that, as business woman and i went to the beaches international jazz festival and proceeded to walk along queen street for three and a half hours. ouch.
- canuckian, brown goddess and i are heading to mr. bing's cottage this coming long weekend, can't wait! our last reconnaissance together before mr. bing becomes a wife :o)
CET
Thursday, July 27, 2006
*sigh*
thank you for all your suggestions and advice folks, i really appreciate it!
what am i going to do, you ask? well, some people say that if i tell him how i feel i might be 'burning bridges' so to speak, as things might end up getting really awkward, leaving me without a relationship or even a friendship! muttonface said i should just relax and be myself around him (which i wasn't really, at least not 100%, because of this crush), and get to know him more as a person...things might not work out this summer (or at all in fact), but at least i'll have gained a friend.
we had lunch today and it was nice; we didn't head back up to the office right away but instead walked around downtown a little. i like how we can talk but there are times where we're silent and it's comfortable. perhaps this is a generalization, but i do find that with a lot of guys i've met, they do have a tendency to talk about themselves and never ask questions to the person their speaking to. it's always me asking the questions, creating the conversation, moving it along...maybe it's because i tend to talk a lot while others don't? perhaps they're just narcissistic? can you tell i like using that word, and that this post is starting to sound like crap? i feel like i'm writing in my strawberry shortcake diary from when i was little, spewing nonsense about my silly, schoolgirl crush...must stop before i make myself barf...BLAHHHHH...
i still find myself daydreaming about him for the rest of the day though, sigh...
CET :o)
what am i going to do, you ask? well, some people say that if i tell him how i feel i might be 'burning bridges' so to speak, as things might end up getting really awkward, leaving me without a relationship or even a friendship! muttonface said i should just relax and be myself around him (which i wasn't really, at least not 100%, because of this crush), and get to know him more as a person...things might not work out this summer (or at all in fact), but at least i'll have gained a friend.
we had lunch today and it was nice; we didn't head back up to the office right away but instead walked around downtown a little. i like how we can talk but there are times where we're silent and it's comfortable. perhaps this is a generalization, but i do find that with a lot of guys i've met, they do have a tendency to talk about themselves and never ask questions to the person their speaking to. it's always me asking the questions, creating the conversation, moving it along...maybe it's because i tend to talk a lot while others don't? perhaps they're just narcissistic? can you tell i like using that word, and that this post is starting to sound like crap? i feel like i'm writing in my strawberry shortcake diary from when i was little, spewing nonsense about my silly, schoolgirl crush...must stop before i make myself barf...BLAHHHHH...
i still find myself daydreaming about him for the rest of the day though, sigh...
CET :o)
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
unrequited
so i'm still kinda bummed at this recent revelation by my crush; emotions are fluctuating by the millisecond - what should i do? should i tell him how i feel anyway? should i just drop it and appreciate the friendship? how can i, he so damn cute! argh!
i've always been the type of person to tell the object of my affection my feelings for them, regardless of the consequences; i figure, nothing ventured nothing gained, right? a classmate told me somewhat recently that there's no point in having a crush on someone if you're not going to do anything about it, and i think this is very true. i mean, you might as well get it out in the open because once you know whether or not the feelings are mutual, you can move on, whether it be as a couple or as a single. better to know the truth than nothing at all.
the only thing is that i already pretty much know that he feels nothing for me. a) he's seeing someone, even if he said it was only 'sort of', b) sure we have lunch together sometimes, but it's mostly been me doing the asking, the emailing, the chatting, and c) if the guy was interested in me, i'm pretty sure he would've asked me out by now. i know there's something to be said for being shy, but i'm pretty sure he's not.
so, should i tell him? should i not? i actually do want to tell him just to get all these emotions out of me, a cathartic vomit if you will. that's how i've always functioned; i used to be fearless when it came to stuff like this, and i want to remain fearless now.
oh, and i know my blogging has been next to non-existent this summer but i figure, i don't live my life just to blog and i'm glad for it! i want to enjoy the sun, the city, my family and friends, and even now i still think blogging (specifically diary-like blogging) is innately narcissistic - i mean, just read what i just wrote, it's all about me and my stupid crush for goodness sake! blah! - so while i'm very grateful for my small group of loyal readers, you'll just have to wait until school starts again for a daily entry of my 'so-called' life! :o)
CET
p.s. let me know what you think i should do about my crush; to tell or not to tell?
i've always been the type of person to tell the object of my affection my feelings for them, regardless of the consequences; i figure, nothing ventured nothing gained, right? a classmate told me somewhat recently that there's no point in having a crush on someone if you're not going to do anything about it, and i think this is very true. i mean, you might as well get it out in the open because once you know whether or not the feelings are mutual, you can move on, whether it be as a couple or as a single. better to know the truth than nothing at all.
the only thing is that i already pretty much know that he feels nothing for me. a) he's seeing someone, even if he said it was only 'sort of', b) sure we have lunch together sometimes, but it's mostly been me doing the asking, the emailing, the chatting, and c) if the guy was interested in me, i'm pretty sure he would've asked me out by now. i know there's something to be said for being shy, but i'm pretty sure he's not.
so, should i tell him? should i not? i actually do want to tell him just to get all these emotions out of me, a cathartic vomit if you will. that's how i've always functioned; i used to be fearless when it came to stuff like this, and i want to remain fearless now.
oh, and i know my blogging has been next to non-existent this summer but i figure, i don't live my life just to blog and i'm glad for it! i want to enjoy the sun, the city, my family and friends, and even now i still think blogging (specifically diary-like blogging) is innately narcissistic - i mean, just read what i just wrote, it's all about me and my stupid crush for goodness sake! blah! - so while i'm very grateful for my small group of loyal readers, you'll just have to wait until school starts again for a daily entry of my 'so-called' life! :o)
CET
p.s. let me know what you think i should do about my crush; to tell or not to tell?
Thursday, July 20, 2006
big pile o' poo
i found out yesterday that my crush is 'sort of' seeing someone, whatever that means.
i am a wee bit upset :o(
i want to go to bed now so i will fill you all in later.
this sucks big poo!
CET :o(
i am a wee bit upset :o(
i want to go to bed now so i will fill you all in later.
this sucks big poo!
CET :o(
Sunday, July 16, 2006
my crush
okay, it's been a week since my last post - A LOT has happened!
my crush: there's a co-worker of mine that i think i am falling very hard for! it pretty much started when i started working at this organization about three weeks ago; i want to describe him on this blog but am slightly afraid to, as he does work with me and even though the chances of him finding this blog are slim to none, i'm not sure if i want to risk it. i will say that he is tall, very cute, has a deep and distinct voice that i can pick up anywhere in our open-concept office, and is a genuinely nice, funny, sweet and lovely person.
the kicker: i am moving to another department on tuesday, as they have hired someone to take over this post permanently (it's been occupied by temp after temp until just recently). i am only moving up two floors to another department in the same company, but i wonder how this will affect my crush and our 'relationship'? we have had lunch on a number of occasions, and i always stop by his cubicle to chat; we do have some laughs and half the time i wonder whether he's nice to me because he's just such a nice guy, or whether it's because he might feel a little bit of something for me! i mean, our hands did linger a bit when i said goodbye to him at the bar after drinks with colleagues on friday night, yes?
it's always weird too because as soon as you realize your own feelings for someone, your interactions with that person change; you're so aware of your own emotions that every word, every action, every look directed towards this person is heightened - constructed and delivered so that your 'best face' is always on show. being 'me' however, i have managed to put my foot firmly in my mouth a few times, and have walked away from him with more than just a mild case of embarassment on a number of occasions. i won't go into details except to say that while some people are smooth operators when it comes to navigating their crushes to fruition, i am not one of them; i am constantly stumbling and fumbling and generally making a fool of myself.
i guess, as with most things, i will have to wait and see - not sit idly by mind you, but actively take steps to making this more than just a crush. as canuckian's friend once said to me, 'this is the SUMMER OF OPPORTUNITY, and you have nothing to lose'. she's right.
CET
my crush: there's a co-worker of mine that i think i am falling very hard for! it pretty much started when i started working at this organization about three weeks ago; i want to describe him on this blog but am slightly afraid to, as he does work with me and even though the chances of him finding this blog are slim to none, i'm not sure if i want to risk it. i will say that he is tall, very cute, has a deep and distinct voice that i can pick up anywhere in our open-concept office, and is a genuinely nice, funny, sweet and lovely person.
the kicker: i am moving to another department on tuesday, as they have hired someone to take over this post permanently (it's been occupied by temp after temp until just recently). i am only moving up two floors to another department in the same company, but i wonder how this will affect my crush and our 'relationship'? we have had lunch on a number of occasions, and i always stop by his cubicle to chat; we do have some laughs and half the time i wonder whether he's nice to me because he's just such a nice guy, or whether it's because he might feel a little bit of something for me! i mean, our hands did linger a bit when i said goodbye to him at the bar after drinks with colleagues on friday night, yes?
it's always weird too because as soon as you realize your own feelings for someone, your interactions with that person change; you're so aware of your own emotions that every word, every action, every look directed towards this person is heightened - constructed and delivered so that your 'best face' is always on show. being 'me' however, i have managed to put my foot firmly in my mouth a few times, and have walked away from him with more than just a mild case of embarassment on a number of occasions. i won't go into details except to say that while some people are smooth operators when it comes to navigating their crushes to fruition, i am not one of them; i am constantly stumbling and fumbling and generally making a fool of myself.
i guess, as with most things, i will have to wait and see - not sit idly by mind you, but actively take steps to making this more than just a crush. as canuckian's friend once said to me, 'this is the SUMMER OF OPPORTUNITY, and you have nothing to lose'. she's right.
CET
Monday, July 10, 2006
VIVE LA FRANCE...oh darn...
ah well, so italy won. i don't think they deserved to win - i don't even think they deserved to make it to the final, but champions are not always the most well-deserving. i'll give them the fact that they won the penalty shoot-out fair and square (barthez didn't stand a chance) but really, france were playing far better than italy for most of the 90 minutes. and what was with zidane headbutting the italian player??? dude, you're a soccer superstar in what will probably be your last world cup game - go out with some class, will ya???
friday: lovely and unassuming evening with business woman. did a bit of shopping (bought a beautiful pink and white strapless dress for $50, suh-weet!), did a bit of eating (butter chicken and paneer jalfrezi, droooool...) and did a bit of meandering up yonge (where we gave the leftovers to a homeless man, who hesitated before taking them, asking if it was 'spicy' - cracked me up, that's fo sho).
saturday: night on the town with miss suzy-q and her band of old high school friends. easy on the fifth was our destination and decked out were we! it was the usual meat market scene...the guy i laid eyes on i think was gay, as he was with another man and ignored all advances from women, focusing his full attention on his male friend alas...suzy-q got some lip action but that was about it. i just tried to get my groove on with the on and off musical stylings of the dj that night. i mean, 'home for a drink' by spirit of the west??? while i loved that song in my days at waterpoo, gimme an effin break, this is NOT university anymore!!! quit reliving the past and play something decent! and in the same vein, 'engine engine number 9, on the new york transit line' yadda yadda yadda, YAWN...despite the music though, i had a pretty fun time and it was great to finally meet the other half of suzy-q's world! the two halves finally collided, yay!!!
corso italia/world cup match: not too many stalls - i think everyone was too busy watching the game - stood outside a bar, standing on my tippy toes, trying to get a glimpse of the tv screen. lots of scantily-clad women waiting to pick up the pumped-up men after the game milling about, the italian flag being made into tiny tube tops and mini skirts. had an orange freezie and some water to beat the heat; left after the 90 minutes and ended up watching the shoot-out at a bar near yonge and eglinton. went with ferris and jmo - great to meet up, woohoo! went home to a happy chili and a seafood dinner, YUM...
ooo, gotta call brown goddess and fill her in on the gossip...
world cup withdrawal about to commence...
CET
friday: lovely and unassuming evening with business woman. did a bit of shopping (bought a beautiful pink and white strapless dress for $50, suh-weet!), did a bit of eating (butter chicken and paneer jalfrezi, droooool...) and did a bit of meandering up yonge (where we gave the leftovers to a homeless man, who hesitated before taking them, asking if it was 'spicy' - cracked me up, that's fo sho).
saturday: night on the town with miss suzy-q and her band of old high school friends. easy on the fifth was our destination and decked out were we! it was the usual meat market scene...the guy i laid eyes on i think was gay, as he was with another man and ignored all advances from women, focusing his full attention on his male friend alas...suzy-q got some lip action but that was about it. i just tried to get my groove on with the on and off musical stylings of the dj that night. i mean, 'home for a drink' by spirit of the west??? while i loved that song in my days at waterpoo, gimme an effin break, this is NOT university anymore!!! quit reliving the past and play something decent! and in the same vein, 'engine engine number 9, on the new york transit line' yadda yadda yadda, YAWN...despite the music though, i had a pretty fun time and it was great to finally meet the other half of suzy-q's world! the two halves finally collided, yay!!!
corso italia/world cup match: not too many stalls - i think everyone was too busy watching the game - stood outside a bar, standing on my tippy toes, trying to get a glimpse of the tv screen. lots of scantily-clad women waiting to pick up the pumped-up men after the game milling about, the italian flag being made into tiny tube tops and mini skirts. had an orange freezie and some water to beat the heat; left after the 90 minutes and ended up watching the shoot-out at a bar near yonge and eglinton. went with ferris and jmo - great to meet up, woohoo! went home to a happy chili and a seafood dinner, YUM...
ooo, gotta call brown goddess and fill her in on the gossip...
world cup withdrawal about to commence...
CET
Friday, July 07, 2006
hmmm...
i went out last night. ate food, walked, talked and laughed. laughed a lot. i liked it. it was good times. hope to do it again soon!
go france go! go france go! i'm going to be somewhere in little italy this sunday and i guarantee you it's going to be complete madness...CANNOT wait...
got my marks today in the mail finally, not too good but not too bad either, just as i expected. as usual my biochem mark was lower than my chem mark but i don't mind, i'm just glad i passed, seeing as how absolutely shite i was at studying this past term! yeah!
looking forward to the weekend...
CET
p.s. i love walking my dog after dinner - setting sun, gentle breeze, doggy trotting happily along - i think it's bliss...
p.p.s. there he is getting 'attacked' by his rubber chicken!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
'the modern day ken and barbie'
holy shit what a weekend. let me break it down:
friday: cousin's wedding tea ceremony, then reception at banquet hall
conclusion: disorganization, chaos, relatives coming out to whazoo, happiness, joy, tears, lucky money, lots of gold = glad that's over with!
saturday: family friend's daughter's wedding
background: we use to play together when we were young, before a spat between one of the other families and my family caused us to not hang out anymore. bygones are now bygones, hence we were invited to her wedding (along with the other family that we feuded with). oh, and this was the first time we've seen our old playmate in about 10-15 years.
conclusion: some people are put on this earth to make you feel bad about yourself - she is one of them. no fault of her own mind you, i don't blame her at all, but it was all just so perfect it made me want to puke. she used to work as a model and her fiance (now husband) still works as a model; it was like i was dropped off on some alien planet that had a golf and country club, where all the aliens are wearing white (yes my friends, it was a 'themed' wedding where all the guests had to wear white. what did canuckian and i wear? black. foxy black dresses mind you, but black. i mean, white flatters less than 0.0001% of the world's population, am i really going to drop a fortune on a dress that makes me look fat? i don't think so. plus white is the colour of funerals and death in chinese culture, not weddings, so i was not under any circumstances going to wear white.) and look like they've stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. at least the food was good and they had a jazz band, plus it was canada day so we got to see a bit of the fireworks coming from canada's wonderland.
best/worst moment: i was wearing a diamond ring on my right hand (a graduation gift from my family, using my grandmother's old diamond earrings), and would switch the ring onto my left hand whenever they played games where they asked all the singletons to come to the front of the stage, thus anyone who would try to get me to go to the stage would be met with a "i am engaged." of course the time comes for the throwing of the bouquet; i didn't want to go up there of course, but under intense pressure from my mom and her friend (plus canuckian had gone to the bathroom so i had no backup support), i slowly made my way to the front of the room. i hesitated for a second, when suddenly one of the 'aunties' - one that i despise, mind you - shouts out to me to get up on stage. i yell back at her "i'm engaged!" and she turns to my mom and asks "is this really TRUE?" of course my mom has to tell the truth, so when i'm back from not catching the bouquet the auntie asks that question that all singletons dread at functions like these, "so when's it your turn???"
auntie: "so when's it your turn?"
CET: "not for a long, long time thank you very much."
auntie (condescendingly): "but why not? it's a part of LIFE you know"
CET (fighting the urge to smack auntie's face): "i suppose so, but i'm busy doing other things. perhaps eventually, sure, but at the moment, NO."
then i looked at her with a "ask me one more question pertaining to my single status and i will bitch slap you from here to kingdom come" look. i think she took the hint. her young daughter was sitting next to us as we had this exchange; i could almost see the auntie reach out to cover her daughter's ears, lest she be exposed to such blasphemy. anyhoo, needless to say i was glad to see that evening over with too.
sunday: vegetarian reception for my cousin and his new bride, with 99% of the guests being from our temple
conclusion: i was the designated photographer and was glad for the job (to keep me busy); the food was fine, the guests were fine, everything was fine except for the bloody sermon delivered by the "religious figurehead" of our temple. she wanted to bless the couple and ended up on a tirade about the evils of eating meat. sigh. that is SO not going to happen if and when i get married. again, i am glad that's all over with!
final thoughts: if and when i get married it's going to be a) small, b) simple and c) involve a barbeque in my backyard with close family, friends and lots of meat.
oh, and 'the modern day ken and barbie' line is a direct quote from the groom's mother - 'nuff said.
CET
friday: cousin's wedding tea ceremony, then reception at banquet hall
conclusion: disorganization, chaos, relatives coming out to whazoo, happiness, joy, tears, lucky money, lots of gold = glad that's over with!
saturday: family friend's daughter's wedding
background: we use to play together when we were young, before a spat between one of the other families and my family caused us to not hang out anymore. bygones are now bygones, hence we were invited to her wedding (along with the other family that we feuded with). oh, and this was the first time we've seen our old playmate in about 10-15 years.
conclusion: some people are put on this earth to make you feel bad about yourself - she is one of them. no fault of her own mind you, i don't blame her at all, but it was all just so perfect it made me want to puke. she used to work as a model and her fiance (now husband) still works as a model; it was like i was dropped off on some alien planet that had a golf and country club, where all the aliens are wearing white (yes my friends, it was a 'themed' wedding where all the guests had to wear white. what did canuckian and i wear? black. foxy black dresses mind you, but black. i mean, white flatters less than 0.0001% of the world's population, am i really going to drop a fortune on a dress that makes me look fat? i don't think so. plus white is the colour of funerals and death in chinese culture, not weddings, so i was not under any circumstances going to wear white.) and look like they've stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. at least the food was good and they had a jazz band, plus it was canada day so we got to see a bit of the fireworks coming from canada's wonderland.
best/worst moment: i was wearing a diamond ring on my right hand (a graduation gift from my family, using my grandmother's old diamond earrings), and would switch the ring onto my left hand whenever they played games where they asked all the singletons to come to the front of the stage, thus anyone who would try to get me to go to the stage would be met with a "i am engaged." of course the time comes for the throwing of the bouquet; i didn't want to go up there of course, but under intense pressure from my mom and her friend (plus canuckian had gone to the bathroom so i had no backup support), i slowly made my way to the front of the room. i hesitated for a second, when suddenly one of the 'aunties' - one that i despise, mind you - shouts out to me to get up on stage. i yell back at her "i'm engaged!" and she turns to my mom and asks "is this really TRUE?" of course my mom has to tell the truth, so when i'm back from not catching the bouquet the auntie asks that question that all singletons dread at functions like these, "so when's it your turn???"
auntie: "so when's it your turn?"
CET: "not for a long, long time thank you very much."
auntie (condescendingly): "but why not? it's a part of LIFE you know"
CET (fighting the urge to smack auntie's face): "i suppose so, but i'm busy doing other things. perhaps eventually, sure, but at the moment, NO."
then i looked at her with a "ask me one more question pertaining to my single status and i will bitch slap you from here to kingdom come" look. i think she took the hint. her young daughter was sitting next to us as we had this exchange; i could almost see the auntie reach out to cover her daughter's ears, lest she be exposed to such blasphemy. anyhoo, needless to say i was glad to see that evening over with too.
sunday: vegetarian reception for my cousin and his new bride, with 99% of the guests being from our temple
conclusion: i was the designated photographer and was glad for the job (to keep me busy); the food was fine, the guests were fine, everything was fine except for the bloody sermon delivered by the "religious figurehead" of our temple. she wanted to bless the couple and ended up on a tirade about the evils of eating meat. sigh. that is SO not going to happen if and when i get married. again, i am glad that's all over with!
final thoughts: if and when i get married it's going to be a) small, b) simple and c) involve a barbeque in my backyard with close family, friends and lots of meat.
oh, and 'the modern day ken and barbie' line is a direct quote from the groom's mother - 'nuff said.
CET
Thursday, June 29, 2006
AMPLIFICO WEBATHON!!!
okay everyone!
LISTEN UP!
READ UP!
AMPLIFICO NEEDS YOUR HELP!
they're a band that i saw back in january at kt tunstall's surprise gig at camden town; it was just donna (the lead singer/pianist) on stage at that time, but she ROCKED and i loved her (and hence her band's) sound. they're in the middle of recording their first album, but have run out of money and can't finish it until they raise some more! hence they bring you (perhaps the very first) WEBATHON!!!
log onto www.amplificowebathon.com on july 19, when they play at the bongo club in edinburgh (yes they are scottish, yeah!). you can donate money, check out the band - the site even has some cool freebies! you can also check out the website (and their performance) after the 19th, as it will be on the website ALL THE TIME!!! better yet, you can log on NOW!!!
if you donate and send them a picture of yourself, they'll put it on their album cover too!!!
what are you waiting for? check out www.amplificowebathon.com NOW!!!
CET
p.s. they are awesome.
p.p.s. it's pronouced "amplifeeeko" (like if you were italian), NOT "amplificko" (like if you were american)
p.p.s. log on NOW!!!
LISTEN UP!
READ UP!
AMPLIFICO NEEDS YOUR HELP!
they're a band that i saw back in january at kt tunstall's surprise gig at camden town; it was just donna (the lead singer/pianist) on stage at that time, but she ROCKED and i loved her (and hence her band's) sound. they're in the middle of recording their first album, but have run out of money and can't finish it until they raise some more! hence they bring you (perhaps the very first) WEBATHON!!!
log onto www.amplificowebathon.com on july 19, when they play at the bongo club in edinburgh (yes they are scottish, yeah!). you can donate money, check out the band - the site even has some cool freebies! you can also check out the website (and their performance) after the 19th, as it will be on the website ALL THE TIME!!! better yet, you can log on NOW!!!
if you donate and send them a picture of yourself, they'll put it on their album cover too!!!
what are you waiting for? check out www.amplificowebathon.com NOW!!!
CET
p.s. they are awesome.
p.p.s. it's pronouced "amplifeeeko" (like if you were italian), NOT "amplificko" (like if you were american)
p.p.s. log on NOW!!!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
poo on my thumbs
holy, i blink and five days of not blogging have whipped on by! apologies to my small but faithful core of readers!
job: it is BUSY. crazy busy. the office environment is very go-go-go - i've never been in an office where there's so much pressure from deadlines. millions of dollars at stake, and that's all i'm going to say about that for now.
cousin's civil ceremony: i ended up being the maid of honour! my cousin and his now-wife didn't even bother to pick a best man and maid of honour (don't ask, i don't know why either); when the minister ran through the proceedings with them before the actual ceremony, he said they needed a best man and maid of honour in order to bear the rings, but more importantly, to sign as witnesses to their marriage! my cousin comes out of the room and says 'you, come here' and so i became his fiancee's maid of honour. HA.
it was great to see them get married though, they've been dating for donkey's years. i didn't get emotional but my heart was full; i suppose i understand now why people cry at weddings.
tonight: my uncle made a scene at the japanese restaurant because we were waiting to be seated and no one was paying attention to us. then he proceeds to get drunk on two bottles of sake and ends up in the parking lot dancing to songs on his cell phone, linkin park and avril lavigne to name a few. that's my uncle!
canuckian's coming home tomorrow, WOOHOO!!! i bought her a graduation gift today that is out of this world - if i may say so, i think this is the best gift i've ever gotten her. she said she got me something good too so i'm excited. of course i can't wait to see her as well! if i write this blog for anyone it is for her. i love my canuckian!
mutton face: i called you twice and left two messages on your voicemail. sorry baby, i will try again tomorrow. don't be mad baby, okay? you know who loves you, HAHAHA!!!
time to pass out,
CET
p.s. oh yeah, poo on my thumbs: i was cleaning up the 'nameless dog's' poo, wrapping it up in the newspaper that he shat it on, when i pressed too hard crunkling the paper together that my thumbs pierced the paper and went straight into the poo. nice.
job: it is BUSY. crazy busy. the office environment is very go-go-go - i've never been in an office where there's so much pressure from deadlines. millions of dollars at stake, and that's all i'm going to say about that for now.
cousin's civil ceremony: i ended up being the maid of honour! my cousin and his now-wife didn't even bother to pick a best man and maid of honour (don't ask, i don't know why either); when the minister ran through the proceedings with them before the actual ceremony, he said they needed a best man and maid of honour in order to bear the rings, but more importantly, to sign as witnesses to their marriage! my cousin comes out of the room and says 'you, come here' and so i became his fiancee's maid of honour. HA.
it was great to see them get married though, they've been dating for donkey's years. i didn't get emotional but my heart was full; i suppose i understand now why people cry at weddings.
tonight: my uncle made a scene at the japanese restaurant because we were waiting to be seated and no one was paying attention to us. then he proceeds to get drunk on two bottles of sake and ends up in the parking lot dancing to songs on his cell phone, linkin park and avril lavigne to name a few. that's my uncle!
canuckian's coming home tomorrow, WOOHOO!!! i bought her a graduation gift today that is out of this world - if i may say so, i think this is the best gift i've ever gotten her. she said she got me something good too so i'm excited. of course i can't wait to see her as well! if i write this blog for anyone it is for her. i love my canuckian!
mutton face: i called you twice and left two messages on your voicemail. sorry baby, i will try again tomorrow. don't be mad baby, okay? you know who loves you, HAHAHA!!!
time to pass out,
CET
p.s. oh yeah, poo on my thumbs: i was cleaning up the 'nameless dog's' poo, wrapping it up in the newspaper that he shat it on, when i pressed too hard crunkling the paper together that my thumbs pierced the paper and went straight into the poo. nice.
Friday, June 23, 2006
working girl - finally!
i got a job!!! woohoo!!! i'm not "a dog that shall remain nameless'" bitch anymore!!!
i'm actually kinda sad that i won't get to take him for his morning walk - it was our 'quality time' together, plus it was just as much my workout as it was his. i hope i don't get fat now! actually, i still have yet to look at that marathon video, must do that...
a friend of mine forwarded my resume/CV to the HR people at the place where she works; i had the interview on tuesday and just got the offer today. i will be so relieved when i start earning money for school again. obviously i do envy people who can take the summers off from school and not have to work but oh well, not everyone can be rolling in the dough! i just eat it (especially if it's cookie dough)...
went to the top of the cn tower today with uncle and granduncle. holy overpriced, batman! it's the same scenario as the london eye; a guaranteed tourist attraction can jack up the price all it wants because tourists will always be dumb enough to spend that kind of money.
i might be going to a strip club tomorrow with my cousin and my uncle, before he gets married. i've been to a male strip club before (which was absolutely HILARIOUS) but i've never been to a female one. should prove to be...educational?...interesting?...one for the record books? we shall see...
CET :o)
p.s. ghana beat the states today, YEAH!!! GO GHANA GO!!!
i'm actually kinda sad that i won't get to take him for his morning walk - it was our 'quality time' together, plus it was just as much my workout as it was his. i hope i don't get fat now! actually, i still have yet to look at that marathon video, must do that...
a friend of mine forwarded my resume/CV to the HR people at the place where she works; i had the interview on tuesday and just got the offer today. i will be so relieved when i start earning money for school again. obviously i do envy people who can take the summers off from school and not have to work but oh well, not everyone can be rolling in the dough! i just eat it (especially if it's cookie dough)...
went to the top of the cn tower today with uncle and granduncle. holy overpriced, batman! it's the same scenario as the london eye; a guaranteed tourist attraction can jack up the price all it wants because tourists will always be dumb enough to spend that kind of money.
i might be going to a strip club tomorrow with my cousin and my uncle, before he gets married. i've been to a male strip club before (which was absolutely HILARIOUS) but i've never been to a female one. should prove to be...educational?...interesting?...one for the record books? we shall see...
CET :o)
p.s. ghana beat the states today, YEAH!!! GO GHANA GO!!!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
when i say smarmy...
...i mean sleazy, like those creepy old men that try to pick up young girls. my uncle's not like that but he can be pretty close sometimes!
we went to a music store today and my uncle bought a black leather guitar strap with tassles and a huge silver chain.
his style icon is carson from 'queer eye for the straight guy.'
he likes pop and rock; he can play most rock standards on guitar.
he was eyeing up a young waitress during dinner last night.
he played 'whoop there it is' on his phone during dinner.
my dad and him joke around, acting like they're gay lovers. i find a lot of straight guys i know do this with their friends. can anyone tell me why? is it only when 'acting gay' that straight men can be more affectionate with one another? it's either about 'acting gay' with their friends or talking about each other's mamas.
he is pure jokes.
i have nothing against flowery shirts, but if you actually saw some of the shirts my uncle has in his suitcase, i think you would cringe too! they are borderline tacky/cool. they look horrible on the hanger, but when he puts them on he can actually get away with it. i wonder why?
CET :o)
we went to a music store today and my uncle bought a black leather guitar strap with tassles and a huge silver chain.
his style icon is carson from 'queer eye for the straight guy.'
he likes pop and rock; he can play most rock standards on guitar.
he was eyeing up a young waitress during dinner last night.
he played 'whoop there it is' on his phone during dinner.
my dad and him joke around, acting like they're gay lovers. i find a lot of straight guys i know do this with their friends. can anyone tell me why? is it only when 'acting gay' that straight men can be more affectionate with one another? it's either about 'acting gay' with their friends or talking about each other's mamas.
he is pure jokes.
i have nothing against flowery shirts, but if you actually saw some of the shirts my uncle has in his suitcase, i think you would cringe too! they are borderline tacky/cool. they look horrible on the hanger, but when he puts them on he can actually get away with it. i wonder why?
CET :o)
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
:o(
the oilers lost. i was very sad last night. in a funk today. the cup NEEDS to be back on canadian soil, seriously. gary bettman's an evil, evil man.
my uncle and granduncle are here from hong kong for my cousin's wedding next week; my uncle is my mom's younger brother while my granduncle is my grandma's younger brother. let me tell you about my uncle:
he is almost 50.
he wears outrageously flowery/patterned shirts, and leaves the top three buttons unbuttoned.
he wears three massive silver bracelets on one wrist, one of which has spikes sticking out.
he has a big, silver hoop earring in his left ear.
he loves to date younger women; always has, always will.
he jokes all the time.
he's your regular peter pan.
he sounds pretty smarmy but i don't think he's smarmy at all. he is perpetually carefree. needless to say, my uncle is quite the character.
CET
my uncle and granduncle are here from hong kong for my cousin's wedding next week; my uncle is my mom's younger brother while my granduncle is my grandma's younger brother. let me tell you about my uncle:
he is almost 50.
he wears outrageously flowery/patterned shirts, and leaves the top three buttons unbuttoned.
he wears three massive silver bracelets on one wrist, one of which has spikes sticking out.
he has a big, silver hoop earring in his left ear.
he loves to date younger women; always has, always will.
he jokes all the time.
he's your regular peter pan.
he sounds pretty smarmy but i don't think he's smarmy at all. he is perpetually carefree. needless to say, my uncle is quite the character.
CET
GO OILERS GO!!!
can't blog...must watch oilers...game seven madness...GO OILERS GO! GO OILERS GO!!! GO OILERS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
CET :o)
CET :o)
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