AMPLIFICO WEBATHON!!!

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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!!!

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.

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!!!

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)

: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

GO OILERS GO!!!

can't blog...must watch oilers...game seven madness...GO OILERS GO! GO OILERS GO!!! GO OILERS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

CET :o)

black stars and sausage

my dad and i were watching the football match between ghana and the czech republic this afternoon; i was cheering for ghana while my dad was cheering for the czechs. it was around lunchtime and i had one italian sausage left to eat; we bet on the sausage that whichever team we cheered for won, that person would get to eat the sausage.

i know i know, quite a lot was at stake - or should i say sausage? hardy har har...

anyhoo, ghana won 2 - 0 (just as i predicted), WOOHOO!!! i did my little victory dance, piercing the sausage with my fork and dancing around like an idiot, just to rub it into my dad's face. he lunged for the sausage and i sprinted away, eating it quickly, he he he...

YEAH GHANA!!!

CET :o)

randomness

okay, even though i am currently chili's bitch, i will try not to blog about him too much, i mean, even i'm starting to get sick of blogging about him all the time!

you know you live in a rough neighbourhood when:

you're walking a dog that shall remain nameless, and on the pavement someone has etched the words "be good" along with a smiley face, into the cement while it was still wet. that is GHETTO i say...

am off to meet business woman for a thai dinner somewhere at yonge and eglinton, followed by some jazz at the reservoir lounge. i've never been; should be interesting.

can mac users tell me why there are no buttons for 'insert hyperlink' or other functions on blogger, even though these buttons show up if you log on from a pc? ridiculous!

and can mac users please tell me how i can fix my airport so that it gives a new IP address to my laptop (pc); my laptop detects and is logged onto the airport signal but has no connectivity because the mac can't seem to renew the IP address. does this make any sense? i'm typing it out but i don't understand it!

have a good weekend party people!

CET

i'm rick james' bitch

no, make that chili's.

yup, i wake up, take him for a walk, check email, look for jobs, make chili's lunch, have my own lunch, play with chili, take him to the backyard to play with his neighbour, kilo, take him for another walk, then he's my mom's responsibility as soon as she gets home.

i need a job, stat! if anyone's got any leads, give me a shout out! i'll pretty much do anything at this point...

here's something i've been meaning to blog about ever since i heard it, but haven't had time until now. a bunch of classmates and i were reminiscing about cartoons we used to watch as kids; over in the uk they had a show called captain pugwash - apparently the cast of characters included 'master bates' and 'seaman staines!' the classmate who told me about this swore that it was true, but upon investigation i now believe it to be an urban cartoon myth. check this out!

those brits are so funny. :o)

CET

good and bad, doggy-style

i went to a doggy fair on sunday with my family and chili. it was on the streets surrounding st lawrence market - i think it was called 'woofstock'. dogs of all shapes and sizes, along with owners of all shapes and sizes, it was mayhem. i think chili sniffed enough bums to last him a good long while. my dad brought up a good point, "he sniffs all those asses, getting right in there with his nose, and then you let him lick you." nice.

a cameraman from a local news station filmed chili for a while but when i checked the news that night, chili didn't make the cut. too bad! don't worry chili, you'll be the next 'lassie' one day.

i suppose that was the good, and now for the bad: chili's not feeling well! i think it's a combination of things: a) he's got a sensitive stomach, b) he's allergic to wheat and corn, c) he walked for 2.5 hours in the heat yesterday, plus almost an hour of walking with me around the neighbourhood today, and d) my mom mixing his kibble with things like sweet potato, wet dog food, etc. when he should just be eating the dry stuff. we took him to the vet and he thinks it may be pancreatitis though it may just be a slight infection. i think it's just a slight infection but of course my parents worry like mofos and fear the worst. i think that's why canuckian and i are so laidback, and only worry when absolutely necessary - having to put up with two parents who worry enough for a small village will pretty much drive you in the opposite direction. of course i love them more than anything but seriously, they have got to CHILL.

i hope i find a job soon because i'm pretty much a dog-sitter to chili (for free) until then. of course i love chili to bits but taking care of dogs is like taking care of children - you ALWAYS need to keep an eye on them. i will say that dogs are a DEFINITE pick-up tool - the number of conversations i struck (some with cute men) while parading chili down the street on saturday would be enough to convince any singleton to get a dog. it's either that or a child, and i am not about to procreate any time soon (if i can help it!), so chili will have to be my pick-up tool for now.

i hate job hunting!

CET

surprise!!!

i'm home!!!

arrived at midnight last night at pearson international. all this for mr. bing's bridal shower (yeah it was all for you baby!); i told her i was coming home on the 19th (the original date of my ticket) but instead switched it so i could surprise her today. it was GOOD. i'm glad she was shocked.

the bridal shower wasn't too bad - the best part was after most of the girls had left - we were in the backyard and mr. bing pulled all the different lingerie outfits over her head and danced around doing poses. i put some on too. stupid/silly fun is the best fun.

i've been to three bridal showers in my lifetime so far, and i always feel so 'un-lady like'. i speak my mind, swear (a little) and eat (a lot); i always seem to feel like everyone's judging me because i'm not demure and well-mannered. for instance, we had to go around the circle and each person had to introduce themselves and talk about the first time they met the bride, as well as their fondest memories of her. i've known this girl since grade 5 and from the get-go our friendship has been three things: racial, ghetto and food. there's nothing lady-like or demure about any of those things. WHATEVA! oh well, mr. bing understands me.

holy cow, when i came home last night chili went berserk! he's so big now and is really good at standing on his hind legs, jumping up and down to try to kiss your face. if you're not careful he'll jump up as you're leaning down and BAM, you get smacked in the face by his open jaw. nice. i took him for a walk today; he's the happiest, most excited puppy i know.

i am well tired now - drunk on wednesday, hungover on thursday, flying on friday, up early on saturday. will rest a little before making plans to see everyone!

i am happy to be home.

CET :o)

champagne and seaweed

holy crap.

i am so hungover.

being. sicky. tastes. so. nasty.

so, i've been drunk many a time but have NEVER puked - until last night. after my last exam (WOOHOO!!! YEAH!!!) i went to work at the pharmacy for a few hours, then headed to my aunt's house for dinner.

my aunt is a FABULOUS cook. wow. what a spread. we had a chinese mushroom and seaweed dish, a chicken dish, steamed fish and a plate of choy (side note: they call this particular choy 'morning glory' but i've never heard it called that before - is it a british term?), with lots of fresh fruits for dessert. being the food beast that i am, i ate and ate and ate until my belly was full. good times.

i met up with some classmates after leaving my aunt's house - we were to go clubbing to celebrate the end of the school year. they were well into the red wine by the time i got there. we busted out some champagne for a celebratory toast as well.

two glasses of champagne later, i was fine - i'm not a lightweight! - but then three/four (?) brimmingly full glasses of red wine followed (damn model boy for topping up my glass all the time!) and i was toast. sloshed. drunk off my ass. at one point i was half-sitting, half-lying down on the sofa, with my head behind model boy's butt. don't ask.

next thing i remember i was being dragged to the toilet - it wasn't like i didn't want to go to the toilet, it was the force of gravity holding me back (right...). then the nasty part: i revisited the chinese mushroom and seaweed dish. yum.

i'm astounded at how much your stomach can hold because believe me, ALL of it came out. all of it. lots. and lots. it was so gross.

i ended up on the bed puking into a bucket. more and more. it seemed endless. then i promptly passed out. woke up this morning with the pillow over my head (apparently i don't need one when i go to sleep) and feeling like the biggest pile of poo this world has ever seen. i barely managed to take the train home and passed out for a couple more hours, and now here i am blogging.

red wine is evil.

CET

one down, one to go

so today's exam didn't go so well.

i passed, sure, but it was difficult. my brain did that thing where as hard as you try, you can't seem to dig up that one fact you need to write down from the recesses of your memory, plus i got a few concepts jumbled up, and/or didn't sort them out in my head (and hence on paper) until five minutes before time was up. oy vey.

i honestly don't think the human brain (or at least my brain) can remember 10,000 facts without a few of them getting lost or falling out of my head. it's impossible! and it just figures that the facts that fell out were the ones i needed to remember for the exam. whateva...

OH WELL, at least it's over and done with! of the two exams i have to write this was by far the more difficult one; the one on wednesday will be easy-peasy compared to this one because it's on a subject near and dear to my heart - chemistry! ah chemistry - it's like a familiar friend...

my brain was fried after writing that piece of poo; had lunch with some classmates and then headed down to covent garden for a few hours of meandering. spent some time at ray's jazz cafe upstairs from foyles bookstore - it's another one of my favourite cafes in london - nursed a cappuccino and just people watched from a window for a while.

i discovered a new saying today: "save your drama for yo' mama" - love it.

neuron salvaging and re-utilisation about to commence...

CET :o)

student's lament

student = a) being dirt poor + b) studying for exams and hating it

oh woe is me :o)

gorgeous summer weather today and i didn't experience a lick of it. poo. dusted off the yoga mat and did a bit of it, so i guess that was my exercise for the day.

i CANNOT wait until this madness is over - i'm daydreaming about how to pack my stuff - sad.

crappy post over!

CET :o)

blast from the past

wipe the dust off your dancing shoes, it's time to get your groove on:

http://www.inthe80s.com/80sdance.shtml

i especially like the 'new kids dance' as well as 'push it'.

BRING IT ON.

CET :o)

that dreaded phrase...

...that comes only once in your lifetime..."you're invited to your ten-year, high school reunion"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

oh. my. god.

has it been that long? am i really THAT old? do i look better or worse? have i aged well? what have i done with myself in ten years? have i made something of my life in that time? am i a 'somebody'???

fuck it. i don't care.

besides the usual dose of dread, i am actually quite excited at the prospect of seeing everyone. the 'skinnes' and i are going to have a WHALE of a time, i just know it. we'll be sounding off the 'hunk alarm,' counting varicose veins and starting fights with six-fingered girls...

brown goddess ran into a girl from high school recently, one that is still friends with my high-school ex, SWOOSH. she said to brown goddess, "yeah, swoosh is still swoosh," meaning he's still a miserable twat, hee hee hee...

i don't think i've done all that bad since high school. looks-wise i'm now rid of my thick, nasty bangs so that's a DEFINITE improvement...as for how i've aged c'mon, i'm asian, i could be 50 and still look 25...

time to put on my 'grosse pointe blank' cd...

CET :o)