What she said!
There's a bit of blogging constipation going on in Bellini-ville. Lots of topics I'd like to consider writing about, but no time to get it down on keyboard.
So allow me to be a bit "efficient" this one time 'cuz. Katerina did a more entertaining review of Mr. Personality than I could have ever done. Only thing I would add is that I can not stress enough how freaky that Chris/motivational speaker guy is.
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Things ain't what they used to be
When I was a young girl my mom got hit by a drunk driver. She was attending night classes at a local technical college and was waiting for the bus.
I don't mean to make it sound more serious than it was. But then again, when has a drunk driving accident ever been not serious.
As I had said, my mom was waiting for the bus when a truck jumped the curb in her direction. Luckily she had time to take a few steps back. The truck ran over her foot, knocking her over. She was lucky that there were a few other students waiting at the busstop that night. These amazing people rushed to my mom's aid. One stayed with her to make sure she would be ok while another bolted to a nearby phone booth to get help. Another super heroic guy jumped into the back of the truck to get the driver to stop, otherwise it would have been a hit and run. The details of the whole ordeal are not really clear to me as I was fairly young. I recall seeing gross pi
The pool would have been dang cold...
...if it weren't for that guy's complete hotness.
Perhaps aqua angel's warning to Ronnie with regards to the "talent" at the pool was premature. Although I would generally agree with her on this one, last night's deep water workout had a very pleasant, very yummy, newcomer.
Mmmm, he was delish.
He made the workout that much more enjoyable. Despite the fact that my arms were dying and threatening to break apart from my body in mutiny I had a huge smile on my face.
I know Daisy seconds my motion; deep water workouts from this day forward must always include the "pool hottie."
So, by all means, Ronnie, join your "Y." Seriously, the water is fine...and there may be a chance that the guys will be even finer .
Hooray for Hollywood!
Unfortunately, I'm so serious about the authenticity of this flick.
Coming soon to a theater near you:
Wrong Turn A carload of six teens find themselves trapped in the woods of West Virginia, hunted down by cannibalistic mountain men grossly disfigured through generations of in-breeding.
Eat your heart out, Blair Witch Project.
Flabbergasted
Booooooooo! I'm so ashamed.
I wanted to believe it was all a lie. Call it denial.
Carmen Rasmusen, the twit who finally got booted off American Idol, was born in Edmonton, Alberta (3 hours north of me) and has family who live in my hometown, Calgary.
Oh, the agony. All I can say is that I'm so glad she moved to Utah. The link between her and us Albertans is thus weakened.
We're not horrible singers here. Honest!
When a problem comes along you must "whiff" it, "whiff" it good
I have a bone to pick with Mr. Wizard.
When I was a little girl I recalled a particular experiment Mr. Wizard and this girl did where he held a cup of vinegar under the girl's nose while she was blindfolded. He then asked her to speak up when he took the vinegar away. (Don't ask me how I remember these things, it just stuck) A minute or two into the experiment the girl said the vinegar was gone. In actuality, the vinegar was still under her nose .
Mr. Wizard explained that to avoid sensory overload or some jive like that, our brain will shut out things we have smelled already once it has had enough. Yeah, sue me if this explanation isn't legit or scientific enough.
Anyway, as I've gotten older I've sworn by this method of surviving stinky situations. A minute or two of stinkiness and then I'm relieved, free to go on my merry little way.
But it didn't work today, b
Bzzzzt. Wrong again
When did the errors show up again on my blog? When? When?
Grrrr. I hate those errors. But since I couldn't fix it I popped my sitemeter back up. I missed the little time-zone map.
Sorry Zak for a hopeless cause am I. I'm just not computer savvy. This computer thing is a love-hate relationship.
Work it, girl!
Last night was one of the best deep water workouts I've had in a long time. I find that I usually have better workouts when the instructor isn't a lady. Can't really explain why that is. I don't mean to offend anyone by my generalization, but the gay deep water instructors seem so buoyant (no pun intended) and energetic, they motivate me to push myself harder in the pool. That to me is a huge benefit since it's so easy to slack off in a workout that you do "at your own pace."
He reminded me a lot of Jack from Will & Grace. I know that's a major stereotype.
I feel so refreshed and my muscles ache in that satisfying post-workout way that they do. My arms especially. I'm such a weakling in my upper body.
In all seriousness, the world needs more enthusiasm and happiness such as was exuded by last night's instructor. And if the only people possessing that positive attitude are gay, then we need more gay people. Even
Faith restored
I was beyond ecstatic last night. Carmen Rasmusen was finally booted off of American Idol. Of course she'd be eliminated on the one episode I didn't watch or tape. Nevertheless, I'm soooooo happy.
But why was Josh second to last? I mean, yeah, I know he's not good enough to win compared to Ruben or Kim Locke, but still. Keep him on for esthetics! Mm mm good. I mean, geez, take Trenyce and Clay out before Josh!
Always late....but worth the wait
Yup, that's me.
Anyway, Bizkette called us out for drinks last night. I assumed it was Margarita Night at Kelseys. Turns out it's Bellini Night at Earl's. Yummmmmm.
The whole evening turned into a mini pub crawl of sorts by Bizkette's definition. I'll agree to that. Plus, Bizkette has always been out of the country everytime we do a pub crawl so it was nice to do a mini self-driven one just us 3.
Reason we hopped around so many times: I'll plead restlessness. First stop was the Earl's by Anderson. Turns out they've renovated the place since I was there last summer...more along the kitschy designs of the Stephen Ave location but with its own twist. Much much much better than it used to be...but Bizkette wasn't feeling it. Eventually we decided to jet over to the Stephen Ave one so we downed our first bellini, paid our bill, and scooted away.
I stand corrected. All this time I thought the Stephen Ave
Geese suck
No disrespect at all intended towards Dan the Goose
I suppose, more specifically, Canadian geese suck.
Remember my little goose-family-to-be out on the agency balcony? Well, Mama Goose and Papa Goose seriously need some happy pills. Or maybe they need some hot goose-loving, which I hear tends to die down when there are eggs to sit on.
They look like hideous monsters when you come visit them through the window. Their necks get all contorted in a grotesque fashion and they hiss at you menacingly. So much for the joyous anticipation of a new addition to the family.
I know they're only trying to protect their privacy, but you would think they would have considered that before they laid their nest here. I'm not too thrilled with my snappish neighbors.
So excuse my lack of enthusiasm when the time comes for Papa Goose to run around handing out cigars.
What would Ally do?
How Ms. McBeal stayed looking all professional at all times during the working day is absolutely beyond me.
My skirt feels altogether too short for wearing around the agency. That and it has a sideslit that seems to lead straight to sin. Why didn't I notice that sideslit before? Tscha, I knew I should have done the sit down/squat over test on this outfit before I left the house this morning.
And what is with those ridiculous second linings on shirts that are supposed to give added coverage(?) to the boobies and only the boobies. I mean, that lining is not enough as it leaves a stupid telltale line across my chest. And don't you all look at me like you have no clue what I'm talking about here, I refuse to believe I'm the only one who has ever encountered this problem.
Only remedy I can eke out is to keep tugging the shirt down so that blasted line doesn't press up against the rest of the shirt. The side effect? A lower neckline.
Dan
Thank heaven for little girls
Hope everyone had as great an Easter as me and my family had.
After the requisite Easter activities (Church, with alas no chocolate, but that's what the day after Easter is all about!) Posie and her parents came by with Lana. It is amazing how one tiny little girl can enrapt a house full of "grown-ups."
Lana being my goddaughter, of course I'm smitten with the little boopsie. Me and my family can't get enough of the little doll.
Needless to say Posie had Lana dressed all adorably, complete with matching hat and sunglasses, and she even brought bunny ears to make us gush even further. I wish Weird Kid had thought to snap a picture.
Spydermonkey came by to have dinner with us and to visit with Lana as well. I love when everyone gets together like that.
As for me, I'm so addicted to babies it's not even funny.
A hop away from Easter sunday
Weird Kid and I missed out on the sample sale on Friday, it being Good Friday and all. Not to mention his computer just choked on a Windows XP update (stoopid stoopid Windows XP!) Needless to say, Saturday became quite busy busy busy.
And Civic decided to come visit me at work just as I was finishing up Saturday. He had no plans either so he decided to join us at the sale. Daisy has indoctrinated him on all things French Connection (FCUK) so any opportunnities to enhance his FCUK experience should not be overlooked.
Anyway, long story short, by the time Weird Kid had finished up at work, and we had picked up his computer at home, changed into "funner" clothes, dropped off his computer at the shop, found parking downtown and met up with Civic the sale was in its final hour of operation.
SkyBar looks sooooo weird when it's not a bar. Much like how the magic is lost when the lights come on to signify the end of the night.
Advantage of
Relaaaaaax
Thank goodness Spydermonkey enlightened me on the situation.
Yesterday morning my alarm clock roused me from my sleep with a scary voice shrieking "Dr. Sataaaaan! Dr. Sataaaaaan!"
Believe you me, I'd like to think that I'm a big strong girl by now, but I was so shook up over the whole thing I felt like hurling my alarm clock across the room and hiding under my comforter in the fetal position. Today I found out it was an ad for the upcoming film "House of 1000 Corpses."
Why must they play horror movie ads on the radio? I had a similar experience a few years back when I woke up to the theme melody of The Exorcist. *shudders*
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom
Some of you may have heard the news already last week, but the glorious days of the beautiful Concorde are drawing to a close.
Look at that beauty!
With the end of Concorde flights also goes one of my childhood dreams. I remember seeing it on tv for the very first time, my dad by my side. I fell in love with that bird/plane/spaceshuttle instantly. I was smitten.
As I got older I started to realize that the jet is not accessible to not just anyone. No no, my friends, one needs mucho dinero to get on that beast. The kind of money that most people are not willing to toss about freely.
So the plan was, when I was old and just about to kick the bucket I would sell my house and spend that money to take the magical journey in the sky on my silver bullet. Either that or win the lottery. Then me and my dad ('cuz I didn't think my mom was as enthralled over the Concorde as I was) would fly on that beauty, round-trip, just because we co
A lil step back in time
Let's travel back to March 22, 2003. I was celebrating my 24th birthday 4 days early. If you know me well enough then the whole thing is kind of ironic 'cuz I'm notorious for always being late.
I consider this trait part of my Filipino heritage.
Anyway, yes, birthday bash 2003. Quite a few people are mising from the photos, but taking pics of the whole crew just never happens. Never . I don't think we'd be complete even if we all got together for someone's wedding. Anyway...
Group photo time! That's me with the best friends and family. Weird Kid (when he had hair!) is to my right. He's my baby brother. Below him is Spydermonkey, his best friend. Beside Spydermonkey is Posie, my best friend.
Me and most of the girls. Going clockwise from yours truly we've got Daisy, aqua angel , Latina, and Bizkette. And if you're wondering why my shirt looks all askew in these pics it's 'cuz it's supposed to
FOX: you want garbage? You've got it.
Ok, I don't have a beef with everything on the FOX network, but when they go for the tacky, they really go all out tacky.
One of numerous examples: Married By America.
Due to the premise of this show, I barely watched any of it. Much like Joe Millionaire, Who Wants To Marry A Multimillionaire?, and the upcoming Mr. Personality (hosted by Monica Lewinsky!), it raises people's hopes (the people on the show) only to crush them. Personal devastation for the viewing pleasure of the masses.
Thanks to my mom's weekly updates I kept tabs with everything going on on Married By America even though I had no desire to get "into" the program.
But I caved and watched last night's finale with my mom. Yup, they had Jill the former Playboy model marrying Kevin the mama's boy. Then there was obnoxious-in-a-Julia-Roberts-way Billy Jeanne (complete with close gay friend!) marrying the lecherous Tony. You know Tony just
Patience is a virtue. Virtue is a grace. All put together make a very pretty face.
Yup, that'd explain a lot.
So I finally got my birthday pics out of Weird Kid's digicam. Can I post them? No, they're too big and that'd just be way too personal. Hence I must shrink them.
My problem? They're bmp files. I swear I didn't have this issue before. Grrrrr....now I have to wait till I get home to get even more help from the baby brother before I can put these pics up.
If we could talk to the animals
The world is a zoo. Animals galore. aqua angel and aqua boy will be getting a puppy! Civic and his mom might be getting a puppy, too. I wuvs puppies.
So what do I get? Geese.
Early last week 2 big Canadian geese had some sips of water in the puddles on our agency balcony. It was really quite ridiculous. Their honks don't sound like living beings at all.
All of a sudden I had somehow adopted them, they're now known as "Leah's pets" here in the office.
Later on in the week the puddle dried up completely, yet they were still there honking away. The landlord's lackey chased them away (someone must have snitched). Now THAT was a hilarious sight to see.
But they came back. They don't honk much now. There is really no water left on the balcony for them. What lures them here?
They've laid a nest on our balcony! Someday this spring, there'll be 3 little goslings wandering around over there. The whole bu
California Dreamin'
So Mijo asked me again last week if I'm coming down to LA or what?
I bought a guide book on Los Angeles today, not that I'm going to carry it around over there like a geeky little tourist, but must prioritize what I have to see and do there in the short little time I have.
But then our tour operators (and just to clarify, they don't tour your butt around at the destination, it's just what we call the companies who bundle together air and hotel...sometimes car and attraction passes...to make life easier for you. No tour involved whatsoever) wave these wonderful little package deals in my face.
"Leeeeeeah, you know you want to come to Mazatlan."
Or how about "Leeeeeah, the Cuban hotties are calling your name here in Varadero."
And what sucks the most is I know that Mexico or Cuba would be incredible value for my money. I pay upfront and BOOM, all my air, my accommodation, my food, my alcohol , even my water activities (
The more we get together the happier we'll be
Yes, excuse the cheesy title, but it was highly appropriate last night.
As the first night of Banff 2002 had proven, some of the best times come out of not having any plans at all. Things just fall into place even better than you would have even orchestrated in your mind.
Daisy has been deprived of the joy that is tempura for far too long. I decided to be a chum and enlighten her; plans were made for a Friday night dinner with her, Civic, and I at Sumo Lounge. Yummy.
aqua angel emails me around Wednesday, and hurrah! We have another member for our little Japanese jaunt on Friday.
So Friday comes, and knowing how me and my friends operate nothing really definite had been put together. I called Daisy when I finished work. She had just got home from work and needed time to get dolled up. But you know what? Latina was going to come join us, too! Yay yay yay!
I called aqua angel to see if she was still up for some sushi go
Jack it up
You know? Not that it could ever replace my VIBE as my radio station of choice around here, but that new JACK FM that everybody thought was an April Fool's joke is absolutely aural yumminess.
Or maybe it's just me. But it sure peps up my days here at work.
I mean, hello! 80's retro excellence! Songs I haven't heard since I was yay-high trying to be a cool little kid with my teenaged aunts and uncles. Could this station honestly get any better?
Shout! Shout! Let it all out!
Pop goes the world!
Oh, we're halfway there. Oh, living on a prayer. Take my hand, we'll make it I swear.
Take on me, take me on. I'll be gone in a day or two.
Phew, love it love it love it I'll stop now.
Blink and you might miss it.
You know, when I first saw these shirts a couple weeks ago at The Rocket, I thought to myself "I have to have one!" Don't ask me why, but I thought it was witty, it was kitschy, it was au courant . Fast forward to a split second later and I had already talked myself out of it. Sure, there are times when I question his intelligence, but that does not make him the "American Psycho." Thus I did not really want to wear a shirt bearing this brash opinion.
Moreover, it's just a trendy shirt, I've seen a lot of people wearing them now. Not only that, but there was an article yesterday talking about how American tourists are buying them up as souvenirs for their friends and family back home.
Mass appeal just does not do it for me. Always lead, never follow
Besides, there are better candidates for the title of American Psycho. A certain Tom Green comes to mind.
Oops, that's right, he's Canadian. Silly me.
Tonight on Smallville
As I type this my brother is being transformed into Lex Luthor, only with a tan and not a semi-bad guy. My brother is all good.
He's more like Clark Kent, complete with the mad crush on Lana Lang. He can't leap tall buildings yet, but he can dunk! And we don't live on a farm (thank god!). Hmm, plus I remember visiting him at the hospital when he was born...and as far as I know we don't have any alien spaceships stored anywhere. Still, I'm convinced he's Superman.
On behalf of my brother and myself, much thanks to everyone who donated to the cause. Because of all your kind souls, he was able to raise 825.00! Special thankees from me personally to aqua angel , aqua boy, and Daisy who all pitched in a little sumthin-sumthin. Needless to say, I have a particular affinity for the Tom Baker Cancer Centre. I am a surviving testament of all their excellent care and work and I can assure you all that the money you have donated will be
I'm soooooo embarassed
Quel horreur!
Ladies, oh god this is humiliating, but consider this a public service announcement.
DO NOT BUY "DISCO DOT" UNDERWEAR. I don't care how cute you think it is.
It's like there's a party in my pants, and not the fabulous kind. Eventually the disco dots meander their way down my pant legs and sprinkle their festive cheer all over the place.
Co-worker looking at all the little plastic confetti-like pieces all over the carpet says to me "Where'd all these dots come from???"
"I have no idea! Housekeeping must've had problems with their vaccuum or something last night." I stare at my computer screen with fascination and feign complete preoccupation. I'm so busy I can't even look at the dots she speaks of.
Sashay and twirl
Friday night after I got home from Broken Plate I caught the niftiest show. It was called Faking It, I don't know if it's a regular program or not. Basically, I took this man's man stock car racer and turned him into a drag queen. His job was to fool some professional drag artists in a drag queen performance competition.
In the end he only fooled one judge...the transformation completely blew me away, though.
I had no idea there was so much effort put into going into drag. It's a lot more than learning to walk in heels, padding a bra, and donning a wig. The different layers of makeup, for example, required to mask that stubble-ish skin and then to further create a "natural" skin tone just boggled my mind. And the fact that guys' eyebrows are naturally thicker than a woman's never really crossed my mind until I watched them actually shave them into a somewhat more feminine (yet masculine when he's out of drag) shape.
And
I miss those goodie bags
Air Romeo found an old picture of us "little ones" during our First Communion. That brought on a whole night's worth of reminiscing about those elementary school days and all those fun birthday parties.
Like that time I got my leg wedged between the ladder and the slide on the playground at the zoo. I cried and cried 'cuz I thought I'd be stuck there forever. Just as the nice maintenance guy was about to take apart the slide my knee pops out of its trap. It's a miracle!
Then there was the time that Air Romeo, Karate Kid, and another friend tried to "suffocate" one another by locking them in my walk-in closet in the basement during my birthday party in the 2nd grade. I don't think my parents ever let me invite the whole class to my birthday ever again after that. :D
Playing Pin The Tail On The Donkey at Karate Kid's birthday saw me funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party in a similated paint-splattered
I would so be a label whore if the price were right.
Donna Karan shirts retailing for 126.00 USD inexplicably selling at a "Special Buy" price of 29.99 CAD over at my store. Can anyone explain this? Actually, who cares about explaining it, I only wish they had my size and color available when I discovered the rack. *sigh*
Oh, and FYI Calgarians. There's a sample sale going on at SkyBar Friday the 18th and Saturday the 19th between 11 and 7. FCUK, Sean John, Dex, 555 Soul, Outkast, Roca Wear among others (I'm hoping Baby Phat is one of the "among others")
Woooo! A sample sale here in Calgary! Feels just like NYC!
Opa!
Last night Daisy and I decided to try a new Greek restaurant, Broken Plate. Despite the crazy snowfall the place was packed with diners. Always a good sign!
We ran into one of Mrs. G's friends, a lady who had accompanied us to Evita earlier this year. She encouraged us to go in and experience the place ourselves and mentioned something about them starting to dance soon. Was this place like Don Quixote's, only Greek? (A restaurant that turns into a dance bar later in the evening)
Turns out that's not the case at all. I think the servers dance every hour while other workers hand plates to the patrons to toss onto the dancefloor. Alas, I did not get to break a plate since our table was not close to the action. Next time! It was definitely the type of Greek restaurant I had always envisioned in my mind, although they didn't seek participation on the dancefloor from the diners.
The dance we witnessed was not very lively, but everyone there seemed to be v
The call
There has been no call, and I'm pretty sure he's back in Calgary tonite. I could think of a few excuses or reasons as to why he hasn't called, try and convince myself that there's some valid explanation for it all.
But then again he hasn't messaged me either (I, in a "blonde" moment on ICQ, did not save his UIN number) From chatting pretty much every night to now complete and utter silence post-date. I think the message is pretty clear.
Much clearer than the messages I send out. :D
I wish I were Carmen Sandiego
Man, I really miss that game. I honestly do wish I could be Carmen Sandiego. Either that or one of the gumshoes who got to chase her all over the world. I'd be a terrible gumshoe, though. Hell, I'd be lousy at being Carmen Sandiego. I'd never get very far 'cuz I'm too busy taking in all the sights of where I was at that moment. I'd get busted so easy 'cuz I'd be on some tour bus, or taking in a local landmark/attraction. Hmmm, yes, I would have a very shortlived career as a globe-trotting spy.
Today I learned where Ouagadougou is, plus I had the privilege of enlightening some consolidators as to where to find Ouagadougou as well. I love it when that happens. Don't know what there is to do in Ouagadougou, but now I know where to send people if they'd like to check it out.
The glimmer fades
I hear Corey Clark of American Idol is being disqualified from the competition due to current criminal charges for physically assaulting his sister
Where are they finding these contestants???
Anyway, having Julia DeMato voted off the show last week was a beautiful birthday present. If Carmen gets booted off this week the world will be peachy-keen.
Did I mention I saw Mr. Hottie at work on Sunday? I hadn't seen him in over 2 weeks 'cuz of all the time off I requested. Mmmm...Mr. Hottie.