Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Oh when you're smiling, when you're smiling, the whole world smiles with you. My mom is such a doll. I love her. I was making lunches for work/school last night when mom said there was some new groceries in the freezer if that's what we'd like for lunch today. So I hop downstairs to check out the goods, frozen food is always so convenient for quick fix meals. *mimics the Ronco infomercial guy* "Just set it and forget it!" Right on top of all the other frozen articles, grinning up at me, is a bag of McCain Hot Potato Smilies. I burst into giggles. They're absolutely adorable! She admitted she only bought them due to their cuteness. Today's lunch special: chicken nuggets and smilies.

Please return your seatbacks and trays to the upright position Pretty slow at work today. A couple of health tips worth mentioning that I've come across while reading some passenger literature. Amazing what you learn! So, boys and girls, remember for your next flight: While seated, avoid crossing your legs. (I guess there's no need to be demure in-flight.) The consumption of alcohol on board should be limited. Because of cabin pressurization, alcohol may have almost double the effect in-flight. (But at least you'd get the most out of that overpriced beverage.) Passengers should refrain from scuba diving 24 hours prior to departure, and refrain from blood transfusions 72 hours prior to departure. (So forget about that last dive before leaving the Cayman Islands.) And I can never stress enough, you could be denied entry into a country if your appearance is of a "hippie or transient nature." Happy travelling.

Ring my bell, ring my bell And that's pretty much the only line I know from that retro song. Daisy and I were on our way to a coffee summit with Lethal and Sunflower last nite. Arrived a bit early so we popped by next door to A&W to have some dinner. After the cashier had rung through Daisy's and had finished taking my order, the girl's cell phone rang. She was animatedly conversing with whoever was on the phone while finishing my order. Handing me back my change one-handed, pacing back and forth waiting for my order to finish. It was a pretty long conversation, at least a good 7 minutes or so, all in Polish/Czech/some kind of eastern European language. From the tone of her voice, though, it was pretty clear the call was not an emergency matter. She was just shooting the breeze with a friend. Daisy and I had taken a booth and began happily munching away, discussing how it's interesting what people can and can't get away with on the job. But we had sp

Doctor, doctor, gimme the news. I've got a bad case of loooooving you Had my lil appointment/conference with my ear/nose/throat doc this morning to go over the results of the MRI I had done a couple of weeks ago. Everything looks clear *small sigh of relief* but I know that doesn't mean a whole lot. I mean, it could be 10-20 years before anything new develops, he tells me. However, he was thrilled to see that my smile is back in top form, and that my eyes are blinking "100%." I am super glad for that, too. It was kind of depressing that first month after the surgery when my smile was all pathetic and lopsided. That whole spiel about "permanent nerve damage" had me pretty bummed. Didn't want to smile. Then again, there wasn't much to smile about at that point. I can't believe it's almost been a whole year since this crazy roller coaster began. Ultrasound, then fine needle biopsy (by the father of one of my elementary school friend

Hai Ahhh. Sushi. Sashimi. Sake. Sumo. Godsis and I went for sushi at Sumo Lounge tonite. Man, do I ever love meeting up with her for dinner. Only once in all of history did we stray from our sushi pattern, ending up at some mediocre Italian restaurant. Since then, it is, and always will be, sushi for the two of us whenever we dine together. It was my first time at Sumo Lounge. Very kitschy, very hip. Hyper-friendly Japanese cooks...young blonde waitresses obviously hired for their looks. Sounds very much like Tokyo, no? I would love to go there again. And for a sushi establishment in a hipper area, they didn't rob us blind with their prices. Actually, quite the opposite. We shared a small order of tempura and the sushi love boat. I even had some sake with my meal. My very first time drinking sake, may I add. Pretty dang good stuffs. All told it was 42.00 exactly for the two of us. I was quite impressed. It sounds like the ideal sushi establishment for me an

Reese Witherspoon claimed it was "the bible" in Legally Blonde From last month's Cosmo; a suggested conversation starter: *clears throat* "Brides from the Calabari tribe in southeastern Nigeria go to fattening farms before their weddings where they're fed mucho food and massaged into rounder shapes." Is that what I'm doing wrong? Should I be coercing my "extra luggage" towards my butt to further my efforts in achieving a more prominent, more rounder, backside? "Curioser and curioser..." thought Alice. This could be worth some further looking-into. You know what sucks about having a flat Asian butt? No bottoms want to stay up. Nothing. No matter how big the rest of you is. A particular offending style of clothing are low-rise anything. Low-rise underwear have nothing to cling to. As a result, they shimmy themselves down till it's beyond ridiculous and one has to wonder why she bothered wearing underwear in the first

No party for you Grrrrrr. Of course the first Saturday they book me to work, after 3 weeks of enjoying Saturdays free, would land on the Chinese New Year Carnival. Maybe I can catch it Friday nite. Civic would know more about it, should ask him. It'd be nice to get insider info into what's going on at the carnival, too. Gotta love it when they bring the world to you.

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha Unfortunately, I actually kept myself busy at work today so I never had time to search out that hottie from last week. However, D-girl did grace me with some prelim research. This guy only works Sundays. That works out sooooo well for me. *grins* She also came across him during her break. He was having lunch in the food court. But did I get to see him during my break? Nooooooo. D-girl gets the impression that perhaps he's a tad snotty. She didn't explain herself, but I hope he isn't. Missed opportunity this week. But I'll find you next week, mr. hottie. Goodness knows some eye candy would help pass the time so much quicker.

Play hard Well, this weekend was definitely jam-packed for me. But this isn't a complaint of any sort. You know I wouldn't have it any other way. And the socializing isn't ending yet! Oh no, I've got dinner with m godsister tomorrow nite, and then I finally get to spend some time with Lethal on Tuesday night. Not sure what exactly I agreed to for Tuesday, it was a bit loud at my house, but whatever it is it'll be an opportunity to catch up some more with Lethal. Anyway, backtracking now. Friday was dinner with Daisy and aqua angel . Figuring out what's new and/or improved. Lots new going on with aqua angel. Click on her blog link to hear all about it. It's not my place to share her good news before she's told you herself. Unfortunately, we didn't get to share the whole evening with her. Daisy and I, as I have already relayed, went and saw Chicago later that evening. Or more to the point, I went and saw Chicago. Poor spent lil Daisy

All that jazz Just got home from finally watching Chicago. Awesome movie! I feel very cultured and artsy-fartsy...going to musical shows and such. Renee Zellwegger was terrific, as always. She's come a long way from her lil stint as Gina on Empire Records (which was still a great movie, in its own way). I couldn't believe that was Catherine Zeta Jones voice, ditto for Richard Gere. But Queen Latifah, holy yeesh! I know she's a big woman, but she really needs to rein those puppies in! Those were some serious dimensions. (Note to self: don't let yourself get any bigger) Who knew she had a singing voice as well? Seeing as Lucy Liu got her own credit in the end, I think she should've contributed a song and dance to the film as well. Now, if I could only figure out where the "squish" from the Murderess' Tango came about. It's been bothering me the whole way home. "Pop" was understood, "Six" was straightforward, "C

You can leave your hat on Booty acquired: my new snazzy funky urban toque Mom says: "You look like a horse jockey! Hold on a minute..." *mom inspects the toque* "I had a hat like this way back in Edmonton when I was still single." (We're talking at least 25 plus years ago, here.) So much for the latest thing. In other shopping news, I bought some gorgeous new makeup from Club Monaco. Simply 'cuz it's hard to find these days, and plus the stuffs was on sale. Other than those 2 reasons, I'm not so sure why I bought it. I barely wear any makeup unless I wanna look extra special, and due to their minimal use, I've probably got enuf makeup to last me 2 lifetimes. But, oh, does it ever look fabulous on me. New chat boy, I-boy, goes to me: "I hate makeup." Me: Well, then ain't I the perfect girl for you!

Wax on, wax off Gotta love the internet. Zak wants a couple of tattoos for his birthday and has come up with a snazzy, kitschy, brilliant mode of fundraising. . I must find a means of supporting this cause. Smooth chests are golden...this is a start.

Move along, move along There was another hottie on the train today. Mine and Daisy's whole theory about the whole untapped market seems to be dead on. Only thing I had to question was the red pants. Why red pants? Ah well, no biggie. He looked like JC Chasez of NSync only hotter. Better hair, better nose, gorgeous eyes. Glimpses of him and listening to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack (yes, I'm still on that kick) made for a wonderful commute to work. I thought I'd walk outside to my office today. There has always been this creepy menswear store right outside my office building. I always get the chills when I walk past. They constantly stare at you until you're out of their line of sight. *shudders* It happened again this morning, and only then did I think to see what store this was. Rio Sollway Ohhh my shiat, I absolutely hate those guys! I thought I was rid of them when their store closed down at Chinook. Talk about rotten luck! Frigging dirty

Oh baby Yndy is going to the hospital today to induce her labor. That means her baby girl will soon be in her arms. Awwww. I'm sending lucky baby vibes her way today.

Talk about a month too late! I know it's frigging cold outside, but this snow is absolutely beautiful. Bring it. BRING IT!!! Those fluffy, gigantic, chubby snowflakes in all their white loveliness. Ahh, so beautiful. Not to mention it gives me great opportunity to model all these winter accessories I have amassed. Like my favorite "Kitten Mittens" with the matching muffler that I encountered a year later. Those fun-fun-fun sparkly earmuffs. None of these to be worn all together, of course. Well, except for the kitten mittens and the muffler. My cute Hello Kitty scarf. The super long scarf. Not to mention the weather gives me a great excuse to buy this new toque I've been eyeing. I hope they still have them. Man, where are all the snowball fighting peeps when you seriously want them around???

Arrrrgh, me mateys So I hear the Oakland Raiders are going to the Super Bowl. That's gorgeous! I am so absolutely girly-girl about sports, it's not even funny. I had a client come in last week seeing if I could get him a good deal on Super Bowl tix. I may not know much about sports, but I do know that Super Bowl tix would never ever EVER come cheap. Other than that, I was so clueless I had to look it up on the internet to see when the Super Bowl was actually happening and where. Tee hee, girly me. Another thing I do know is that yours truly is 100% compatible with sporty gear. I may know nothing about who's the better team of the moment and whatever, but I can surely dress like I love the game. I was inspired by Mary J's old school look, you know, the video Real Love...the baseball jerseys with the short shorts and the caps? Never did complete the look with the kneepads, though. And I said to myself "I could do that. I could so do that." And so

Juice I had to buy new batteries for Rocky yesterday. It's his 3rd set since last Christmas. That's pacing it, is it not? I hate getting him batteries. The first time, I had my friends go get it 'cuz I just could not get them. The 2nd time, I sucked it up and bought the frigging batteries, despite the curious look on the clerk's face. This time around, the clerk seemed oblivious. I made some excuse about looking for batteries for my godson's birthday present. I mean, do toys even use those type of batteries anymore? I bought 2 packs at the same time to avoid the hassle again later. That should last him quite a while. Stoopid stoopid batteries. Perhaps Rocky should look into solar power or rechargeables. Something. Anything.

Can you hear me now? I had almost forgotten how much cell phone companies suck goats. First of all, a couple months ago, my celly provider thought they'd be efficient and send out mine and my brother's bills in the same invoice. And just for shits and giggles (an aqua angel phrase) they decided to total them up together, too. Talk about a headache! Up to now, me and my brother still can't establish who owes what. And sly company that they are, they're only open during normal office hours. So could I possibly rectify this situation anytime soon? Of course not! Grrrrr. I've also been trying to help Daisy in acquiring a new cell phone plan. It's been a while since I've shopped around for a new plan/phone, whole shebang. I thought it'd be easy enough. All she wants is the most basic plan available, and one of those deals where the phone is free when you sign up. Easy-peasy! Nu uh. I swear that whole thing is a scam on its own. Telus won

Networking I actually had the chance to chat with Sepi last nite. She came and found me on AIM. Actually, to be honest, I had added her username to my AIM list a while back but was too shy to say "Hello." Anyway, it was a pleasant surprise to get to chat with her. It only confirms how cool she is. I think if geography were a tad different she would be a really great friend. Come to think of it, she's the 2nd kewl person from USC that I've gotten to know online. The first being Mijo. Look at that, I knew I attended the wrong university! Something always told me that I belonged on some LA campus. *sigh* Anyhoo, while you peep her blog look over her rules for guys. The chica's on a roll.

Red rover red rover Karate Kid finally managed to get a few of us St. Cecilia alumni all together in one chat room. First time in years I've actually gotten in touch with Air Romeo. It's really interesting how much people change over the years. And yet somehow, things don't change that much that they become a completely different person. *s* I miss the snowball fights with those guys waiting for the 56. Ahh, good times, good times. Kinda jealous, though. Turns out Air Romeo had the luck of finding a small job in New York ( NYC! *sigh*) and living there for 4 months. If it had been me, I would've died from excitement. But, oh no, it's just another city to him. He's been there sooooo many times. Lucky punk. It's always nice to get in touch with old friends. There's that saying I heard a couple of times: "To know where you are going, you must first know where you have been." Or it goes a lil something like that. With old frien

Now that's what I'm talking about! Or at least, that's what I wish I had talked about. Yet again, Sepi speaks the truth. So wise. So wise. Can't wait to see what she advises for the guys.

Retail schmetail Oh man, due to the post-holidays lull, my weekend retail job hours have been cut from 2 8-hour days to one 6-hour shift. To be honest, I can't complain about that. Since that money goes straight into my "pay-off-the-student-loan" account it doesn't affect me much. Just slows down the repayment of my loan. And it is quite nice to have a whole day all to myself to use as I see fit. Case in point: After Saturday Night Fever Saturday afternoon I even had time to help Daisy go cell-phone shopping and watch Catch Me If You Can that evening. I may even ask them if could be a permanent schedule change. *giddy at the thought* And those new uniforms do not motivate me to work any more hours there than I need to. My store has become one of the guinea pigs for this uniform project. I hate those shirts. As far as I can tell, everyone hates those shirts, even the customers. But....there IS one thing that will keep me working there. He was there this

What do you do when the record stops? Saturday afternoon, Daisy and I were a couple of the attendees at the Jubilee blessed with a kickass performance of Saturday Night Fever: The Musical. Seeing as Saturday Night Fever is one of my fave movies of all time I prayed that this troupe would not disappoint. They soooo did not. Can you dig it, baby? I knew that you could! I had anticipated this day for months. Months! I fretted over how exactly they would translate the brilliant movie onto a stage. Would Bobby C die falling off the Brooklyn Bridge? Would Annette weep with guilt after sleeping with Joey and Double J? Would Tony perform that famous routine at 2001 Odyssey? Luckily for me, they kept all of that in there. It just wasn't as moving as the film, simply due to their limited array of props. For one thing, there was no car. Took a bit of imagination to figure out what Annette was going through, and even then, unless you saw the movie, you did not realize the seve

Happy birthday, weird kid! Now out of the teens, and 2 decades old. Welcome to the 20-something club!

Happy birthday, mommy! Love you lots!

These boots were made for walking Yeah, these boots know who's boss now. Say my name, boots. SAY IT!!! Mm hmm, that's right. Victory is mine. We never thought it would happen, but it did. I now have boots that hug my calves. After years and years of searching for that perfect fit. The day: Boxing Day. Mom goes to me "Let's add to your Christmas present, you were saying your boots are dying (and oh, they are, the poor lil darlings) so let's go and get you a new pair." Clearly, that meant that come hell or high water, we were going to find me that ever-sought-after high boots. I wasn't keeping my hopes up, and I told her that odds were I'd have to get a specialty fit at Tall Girl or some other expensive specialty store. I would not let her spend that kind of money on me so I let her know that I'd be perfectly happy with a pair like my Cloud 9s (but not exactly like my Cloud 9s, of course...'cuz I wouldn't expect her to spend e

Premature groove Those of you who know me well, or those who have been following this blog for quite some time, know about my passion for Groove Armada. They make the whole life experienece sexy. Mind you, apart from the few songs they have leaked onto the mainstream via Fatboy Slim remixes or the Lara Croft: Tomb Raider soundtrack, they are still relatively unknown by the masses (unless you're European, I suppose) and hence I usually stumble across new albums, or old ones I hadn't known about. I picked up Lovebox during Boxing week. Love it! But all research I've done on this, their latest release, point to the release date being January 21st. Bear in mind that I picked this up at the end of December. Is it possible I snagged this luscious jem more than 3 weeks in advance? Mon dieu! Well, if that did happen to be the case, it'd be a lil something to cheer me up these days. I always love being the first up on things. And if it had already been released whe

...8...9...10. KO? I suppose this header is a smidge misleading. I mean, wouldn't a KO allude to a victory of some sort? Alas, there does not appear to be any victory in this whole dating-with-Moschino story. I don't think there'll even be a Round 2. And for the first time, ladies and gentlemen, I am actually saddened by the whole goings-ons, or not-goings-ons, of my dating life. Not to sound conceited but it's usually the other way around...me not liking them back...not this whole liking somebody but them not liking me. What is this?!? But yeah, I deserve it. I have a sneaking suspicion, or it could just be my ongoing paranoia, that Moschino may have come across the previous blog entry that pertained to him. And although I said that I like him in that entry, who in their right mind would go out again with a girl who wrote all that crazy crap? *sigh* I totally understand his side of things. This mess is all on me. "Retract," Daisy urged. "

Confessions of a Shopoholic I've been reading the above-mentioned book courtesy of Daisy's impressive library. I'm not liking it as much as I thought I would. The protagonist is so predictable and basically a walking stereotype. And I find the humor in the book stupid for the most part. That, and I don't think it's very funny making up lame excuses for avoiding paying your bills/debts. It's so childish and irresponsible. And it frustrates me that some people may read this book and figure that young women out in the world operate just like Becky (the main character) to some degree or another. Basically making us 20-somethings look like airheaded flakes. I guess that wraps up why I don't like this book in a nutshell...it's casting my generation of ladies as frivolous, immature, mindless freaks. However, I will admit that my shopping MO can be akin to Becky's on occasion, though they overexaggerate her spending philosophies to such a ridiculous

Yo!!!! DJ Babydoll in the hizzouse representing for my itty bitty homies out there. Just thought I'd cruise by the hood to shout out to all you grown-ups out there. That and my godmama has had a really rough day today. I've always had the mad skills to make her smile. When I'm not guzzling 40s of milk, or getting me some of that pureed soul food, I'm hanging with my adult peeps. For now, they're my crew. Nobody my age around here. But these people....they're solid. I can count on them. I have them wrapped around my tiny finger. I have an empire bigger than John Leguizamo's. They keep me looking tight with the fly kicks and the phat gear. All I have to do is smile and bat my lashes for the masses. I bust a move right about now if I had more balance. I would flow a rhyme for y'all if I could speak. But for now, know this: I am the bizzomb. Recognize. Peace...and not the strained kind.

Excuse me, sir/miss. An opinion, if you please. Some of you may already know this, but this lil girl had a date with an internet pal last Friday. And even if things work out in my favor, boy, did I ever learn something over the past few days. My mom would be disappointed if she knew that I hadn't taken the whole "don't judge a book by its cover" lesson seriously when I was younger. Anyway, lesson learned and taken intensely to heart. Maybe I overanalyzed and read in between the lines a la Daisy a tad too much, but here's how I perceived the whole thing... Thinking back, I'm sure I jinxed the whole date the moment I opened my front door. I'm embarassed to admit this, but I may have had a disappointed look on my face the first time I saw him. Which is so not what he deserved but nevertheless I almost swear it happened that way. While he wasn't something horrible, he also wasn't the type of guy I had pictured myself being with image-wise.

And best birthday wishes also for Civic! Hooray!

Happy birthday also to my grandpa L up in heaven.

Happy 23rd birthday, Lil_Kee!

Let it all out Though it's not usually my type of music, this song has definitely hit me lately. Bulletproof- Blue Rodeo Tell me one more time again, just like I didn't hear you, Like I don't know what's goin' through your mind, I do. I played the same game too. I know it's hard to stop, even when you want to. Now the moon lights up your face. I can see you're cryin', You never liked me to see you cry it's true. I've done some cryin' too. Know the hardest part about it's tryin' to hide it from you. Well it would be great to be so strong. Never needed anybody else to get along. But we're so scared of the silence, and the tricks that we use. Oh we're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised. I don't want to lie about it, I'm not bulletproof Well I've finally found a way, to hide from all your glances. 'Till the waiting game we play is through. I can't..

Two to the Oh to the Oh to the Three January 2nd. Anybody out there still doing good with their resolutions? *lol* I don't think I made any serious resolutions. To be honest, I find the most sensible time for me to make my resolutions (if I'm going to make any) is on my birthday. "Ok, Le, you're 2x years old now. A little older, a little wiser. If you're going to smarten up you're gonna do the following..." Anyway, I've noticed some itty bitty changes I've made. For one, and this is really stupid, but I've managed to be disciplined enuf to do my eyes for the past lil while. While it's not a resolution, I intend to keep it up simply 'cuz I've always liked my eyes a lil more jazzed up. Ixnay on the other cosmetic tasks, though. The typical resolution of eating less/working out more is simply going to have to wait seeing as the family social commitments are not over yet. While I don't plan on waiting that long, it'

HAPPY NEW YEAR! MAKE 2003 STYLIN'!