Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

You should be dancing! "Dance like nobody's watching and love like you'll never get hurt." Or something like that. What about love like nobody's watching and dance like you'll never get hurt? I think that would apply to me better than the first statement. Mijo and I were talking one time, and he mentioned how, at the clubs he went to (which hadn't been a lot....he's not very into the club scene) you weren't allowed to bring your drink onto the dancefloor. A wise policy, albeit an annoying one. If the clubs I've been to would follow that kind of rule, the floor would be less slippery/sticky/sharp with glass shards. Then again, perhaps it's not enough. I've had some morons drop their beer bottles from the balconies onto the dancefloor...and a piece of glass will fly by and nick me in the leg. That has happened to me twice. But if we couldn't drink on the dancefloor, then I'd actually have to stop dancing just to wet

I hate those shirts called "crumbcatchers," but apparently I catch crumbs anyway. Embarassing fact about me: I have horrible luck with regards to food and my shirts. That is, food usually falls on my shirt, or if they're just out to get me that day, it will fall in my shirt. Man, I can't believe I'm admitting to that. But you can ask any of my friends. They'll tell it to you straight. And it's not even anything like I chew my food all nasty (ie. with my mouth open snapping like a turtle....that's just not me) and stuffs. Usually, it'll fall on me before it even gets to my mouth. Butterfingers. Ice cream is a typical culprit...but I've been doing extremely well with ice cream for the past few years. Condiments are particularly evil. Ketchup, gravy, veggie dip...those usually get me without fail. One Bermuda Shorts Day, actually, I think it was the one where I was dressed as you see in the top right-hand corner, a piece of popcorn

Family togetherness Today was the opening day for the Calgary Pilipino Basketball Association season (I don't like how they spell Filipino with a P, but whatever). Weird Kid is now a part of the Phenoms with Spydermonkey. And yes, Flamingo was there with his team. Furthermore, I deserve some beats from you all for not getting in touch with him like you had motivated me to do. In my defense, I myself can't understand why I'm stalling. I've never been intimidated or shy around him, and now I'm coming up with all sorts of excuses to delay phoning or even emailing him. Though I did write him a note on his guestbook. Yes, I know, very cowardly and it'll hardly get the job done. Wouldn't you know, the Phenoms were slated, by the luck of the draw, to go up against Flamingo's team as the first game of the season. For some reason, as the two teams were warming up, the game order was all shuffled around and the Phenoms ended up playing the second game a

Pillsbury doughgirl Last night was the first time Daisy and I had visited Sunny's place in a really long time. Daisy pointed out it was almost like a wake for Sexy Eyes. I suppose it could've been. It's sad to think that everyone was together and that normally she would be there right along with us....but not anymore. Otherwise, it was great being in the company of "Sunny's world" once again. Along with Sunny and Sunny Boy come a group of people that we don't see otherwise...terrific people, fun people. Moment from last night that still makes me laugh today: Daisy and I were at the dining room table flipping through a catalog with CTGirl while most of "the men" sat on the couches watching Days of Thunder. Daisy, in her usual excited way, starts gesturing grandly while talking about some of the items she's seen before, blah blah blah. I'm sitting around the corner from her since we were looking at the catalog together and all, a

"And I know you're looking down on me from Heaven, like so many friends we've lost along the way." ~ One Sweet Day (Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men) I'm ready to say something now. She can fill you in on the details. My post is more of an observation. Tonight was Sexy Eyes' memorial service (I hope she would have liked that nickname...everytime I hear that old Whigfield song I think of her and how she would act it out.). Tomorrow will be her funeral mass, one last chance for all of us to say goodbye. "When you realize in a blink of an eye - you walking down a church aisle and that was meant for weddings and happiness but realizing those same church aisles are used to view a loved one for the last time..." ~ Missy Elliott (intro to Under Construction) Those words could not have been more perfect for a night like tonight. For some of us, this was the first time we had all been together at that church since our High School Graduation Mass. This

Yay yay yay! Comments are back! Yeesh, it's sad enough when you can't receive comments...but being unable to comment on others' blogs is just as miserable. *sigh* And I don't have the time to go back and re-read the posts to comment on them finally. I changed up some of the things on my 100 list. It's weird how at first I was racking my brain for 100 things to share about myself, then when I finally finished the list I realized there were things I didn't even touch on! No individual can be summarized in 100 little anecdotes, I'll tell you that much. But don't worry, I won't put you through another 100. Civic played hooky from work today, hee hee hee. Had a nice long coffee with him, like almost 3 hours! It's just as well, I haven't caught up with him properly in a long while. Just like in 4th grade, I'm re-realizing that you have to work at making/keeping friends. I think the same goes for a lot of us in my circle. It's

100 things about me that you probably will never need to know (or maybe you do) If reading my bio from 3 or 4 years ago isn’t enough to drive you insane, here’s some up-to-date info. (Not that some of these have changed since then, I’m just clarifying points.) My name’s pronounced lay-ah, like the princess. I’ll still answer to lee-ah, and I don’t make a big fuss about it. I hate it when people ask me how to spell “lay-ah” and when I spell it out they go “Oh… LEE-ah.” This is NOT Hooked on Phonics and I know how to pronounce my own name, thanks! It gets easier when you’re a good friend of mine. Everyone calls me Le. (“lay” – yes, I know.) I eat around my sandwich/burger and work my way to the center. If it’s a sub sandwich/hot dog I’ll bite from both ends, again working towards the middle. (You get the most of the best part in the middle.) I’ll eat pizza either crust-first or crust-last depending on the make. Again, it’s all about saving the best for last. When I pick u

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Happy birthday, baby sis! May it be the best one yet, you're the greatest sister me and Weird Kid could ever have. Take good care of yourself!

Be strong, little one I'm sending healthy, happy vibes to Posie and Lana for the next few days. We're not quite sure what is going on but little Lana will be spending the next few days at the Alberta Childrens Hospital for some tests to check out her kidneys. *hugz* Chin up, you two! We'll be with you as much as we can.

Shoe update I found 2 more pairs hiding, bringing up the total to 53...and then I got rid of, I think, 10 or 11 so far. It's not the 33% decrease I was hoping for, but it's something. And as for Lura's question as to where all these shoes go...that's why the family gets all crazed. I do have a walk-in closet, but I don't any of my shoes there. My shoes therefore take up space in the front hall closet, the shoe racks, the shoe shelves in my basement, and uh, yeah, wherever there's room for them. I thought their complaints were unwarranted until I actually took inventory of all my shoes. Yeah, I guess they had reason to harass me. Sorry, there isn't going to be a picture of the smaller collection. Seeing all of them was riddling me with guilt so I've tidied up the area already. But unless you've got a shoe fetish I don't think any of you are really choked by that, anyway. :)

If everybody jumped off a cliff... Alright, so Sepi's doing it, Tony's doing it, and the Coyote's doing it...I'll give it a try. Is my blog too busy looking now? I like the fact that I can put pictures there instead of on my blog posts when I may not have much to say about them.

I'm getting sleeeeeepy I suppose it does not help that I did not get to bed until 4 all weekend long. But geez, you have to make the most of it! Especially when you know that your friend won't be in town for very long. That brings up a whole other topic that I'd really like to talk about. However, I think I'll save it for another time as I'm sure all my friends (here in Calgary, at least) are feeling pretty down following this weekend's past events. Maybe something lighthearted to take our mind off things is in order? Alright, something totally trivial. I have waaaay too many shoes. 51 pairs. I don't know if I have any other ones hiding elsewhere in the house. Geez, that's almost one pair for every week in the year. So the picture isn't that great...I wasn't going to go moving all my shoes to the backyard away from the fluorescent lighting of the basement. Nor was I going to display them upstairs. My dad would have a conniption.

*sigh* I can't really say anything about this. I want to, but I feel like I have no right to share in the grief of those who knew her better. I'll let her say it all. I wish I could call my friends right now to express my condolences. But somehow it feels too late. We all let ourselves drift apart on our own little lives. To call now...would that seem phoney and insincere? To offer up what kind words I have, when during the previous months we have not made any effort to offer any words at all regarding anything? Desolation. Something ought to be said, but I feel like my words and emotions must be kept to myself. My hurt over the matter is minute compared to the hurt that my friends are experiencing right now. Do people need their own space to grieve? Or is it just my own way of dealing? She's right when she says "I'm sorry" is inadequate, to the point where it is even meaningless. But what else can be said? Can I find any better way to expre

Tell me something good! Alright, a quick post before I go get ready for tonight. A warm welcome back to bloggerville for Aqua angel and bing . Now kool keith and bing can continue on with their plans for world domination and Coyote's little angels can carry on with their missions! (An old post, but I still like playing superheroine. *grins*) Ok, I should go get ready now. Whatever am I going to wear???

Celebrate good times! Hmmm...I'm actually sleepy and it's only 11:30pm. What is this all about? I guess I might as well heed what my body is saying and get some sleep. Tomorrow is Friday and it looks to be another fun-filled weekend for yours truly! First of all, congratulations to my wonderful pal, Daisy, for receiving a position as a 3rd grade teacher! Woohoo! I owe the girl a mojito or something. It's a shame that she had to drive last night. *sigh* I love it when things work out for the people I care about. I knew that sending "chuffed" vibes her way would help...or I'd like to think they did. :) Not only that but us old amigas, Daisy, SunMoon , and I finally got together last night. It felt so good to have her with us once again. So good. You have no idea. And further tribute to SunMoon's magical friendship powers: she almost had Aqua angel there! I mean, we're talking about a feat that Daisy and I have not been able to accom

It does wonders for my complexion Well, the summer is officially over. There's no denying it now. The summer in review: I got a lot of sun...complete with tanlines that I am sure will not fade away until next year at least. As per usual, being dumb and reckless, I did not apply any sunscreen at all. I probably got skin cancer. Peachy. I got bitten by mosquitoes. Have you heard of how First Nations (or for you Americans, Native American) people don't suffer from mosquito bites? Something about the bugs not liking their blood or something? Although I'm Flip, I thought that somehow maybe I was in the same boat as the First Nations people. Mosquitoes don't bite me much, and when they do they normally don't itch. But this summer was a different story. I got bitten. It was maddeningly itchy. Perhaps I have contracted the West Nile virus. We grilled like there was no tomorrow! How can you not have a barbecue in the summer? Although it's kind of ba

A virus of the mind Well I went to this party thing last night A lot of people I hadn’t seen in a long time And they wanted to know about my life, But making me feel like it wasn’t quite right Like where’s your kids and where’s your car? I said I don’t have either but I have a guitar And I ended up feeling like I was a freak So I found some wine and something to eat And I talked to a dog to pass the time Told myself I’m doing fine, It’s just a virus of the mind It’s just a virus of the mind ~ Heather Nova - Virus of the Mind Dang it, I had my argument all laid out beautifully in my head while I was at work, and now I have a feeling it won't be as eloquent. Ok, so Mijo's ex-roomie and I were chatting last night and he asked about the guy status. As usual, I told him I was still living single. He then comes back to me with "doesn't it suck?" Why should it suck? And somewhere during our discussion he says something along the lines of "everyo

No Puerto Rico for me....yet Thanks to everyone who left me sweet compliments on my new look and/or wished me a happy blog birthday. Also, special thanks to zak who's a god when it comes to letting me know what's wrong with my template and how to fix it. I expect everything should be fully operational now. This morning will be the grand prize draw for that trip to Puerto Rico. I didn't even qualify. I realized there were better ways for me to spend this weekend rather than sitting by the radio with my celly and cordless phone in either hand ready to dial when I heard the cue to call. I'll get to Puerto Rico my own way, seeing everything I expected to see and doing everything I've always planned on doing. I'll get my Puerto Rico ON, just you wait. Also, not that it makes any difference (and I don't mean that in a way to guilt people or anything) but I updated my wishlist. Reading Ryan's blog made me realize that I have yet to own any of B

All I know is 21 > 19...and that's a good thing My sweet baby brother took me and the baby sis to the Stamps game today. You know what? That was my first live football game ever. Now all I'm missing (in Calgary, even though we lost the Cannons - I saw them - and we don't have an NBA team) is hockey. Jarome, baby, I'll get there somehow! Anyway, the Stamps won. Go, Stamps, go! Did I understand the penalties? Nooooo. Did I understand why they got points this time and not that time? Noooo. But I do know that when a Stamp (see, they're the guys in red and white) run and carry the ball to their end, that's 7 points....and if they kick it through that Y-thing it's 3. And somehow they got 2 points for something called a "safety" Or was it one point? Oh well, we won. The Outriders sucked. They're our cheerleaders. I wish I could be hired for my looks...but I'm not interested in working for a freakshow. :) Sure they were prett

Step into the light The usual suspects are feeling down and out. Daisy and Civic were feeling bummed so it was decided a get-together was in order for tonight. Seeing as they were driving I ended up being the designated drinker. I was the vessel through which they both drowned their sorrows. Gotta love 4th St. So kitschy. First stop was the James Joyce. Did you know they charge for iced tea and pop refills? Who does that these days? And without warning the customer beforehand?!? Geez. Despite my general aversion to beer, I downed a Crown Float in honor of the poor dejected souls present. Gaaack. *shudders* Well, alright, it really wasn't all that bad. Still, it's definitely not my beverage of choice. Those two crazy barware kleptos! They swiped mini Guiness and Kilkenny tumblers from the evacuated table next to us. One would wonder why they never swipe any barware for me but oh well. To raise Daisy's spirits we traipsed over to Mortal Coil, her "m

And it didn't stop there. Well, now that I've let that out I feel even better. It's not so much that I feel wrong for behaving that way but more that I don't want my family all concerned or disappointed in me. Yes, my family is a very strong influence on me. I'd rather save them some stress. And I'll go with an age old teenage argument on this one: everyone's done it. My stories are nothing new. And along the lines of my stories being nothing new, the following year right before Christmas the same kind of situation went down. This time I was here in Calgary. Eek. Guy was younger, no older than my age at the time (22) I would say. He was pretty hot, too...at least for me he was. And that wasn't judgment passed through beer goggles, either. Pretty immature, though. I mean, how are you supposed to respond tastefully to a guy who's trying to get your attention by 1) mussing up your hair from above you on the stage and 2) continually slapp

Just take a deep breath and jump Not a lot of people know this. It's probably due to my fear of being judged by it. Some will find it lame, pathetic. Yeah, I know it probably is but I've gotten so many different reactions to it that I've just learned to shut up about it. Now everyone will know. I'm not trying to be Meesh and write erotica. And I'm not trying to be someone else who shared her adventures to convince herself and everyone else that she was/is desirable. I don't think desire even played any part in my stupid little escapades. It was just something to do. But anyways, it's clear there are lots of people who have a bit of exhibitionist in them. Or at least, I hope there are a lot of people. First time it happened, I was in Toronto and 21. My cousin, 5 years my senior, promised to take me clubbing. Finally! She wasn't going to treat me like a little kid and be insanely annoying and overprotective. I mean, I could be responsible.

Sorry, we're all out Somebody Googled looking for ben wah keychains and somehow got sent to my blog. Is there even such a thing? I mean, as a girl, I know it's crucial to have useful tools at your disposal in your purse. You've got your nailfile, your mirror, your hairbrush, travel toothbrush and toothpaste, blotting pages, a pen or two, yadda yadda yadda...but I don't think ben wah balls are a necessity. Particularly in the convenient form of a keychain. If I ever see anyone with that in their possession they are opening their own doors and starting their own cars, thankyouverymuch.

Big fun in Little China Looking for something to do today here in Calgary? Today is the annual Chinatown Street Festival. It's a good day for me to look for my jade turtle pendant. Bubble tea, anyone?

"No (shoots) for you!" Dang, I just got my haircut and highlighted and all prettified. But you guys can't see it 'cuz silly little digicam's batteries are dead. Gotta love spring and fall. It's all about change, babee! Other ways I changed today: picked up my final "you get a week's pay 59 days after you're laid off -- whether or not you return" cheque at the travel agency. Crazy labor laws, but I'm not complaining. Thus ends a chapter of my working life. Plus, I dropped off a resume for job no. 1 with company X. I'll drop off another resume for job no. 2 with company X when the rest of the university transcripts I ordered arrive. Didn't know applying for "serious" jobs could get so expensive. Stupid university, you give them all this tuition while you're there and then they still take your money after you graduate. You see that, people? I honestly am trying to turn my ching-ching life around. It'

Andale andale! Anybody else excited that Once Upon A Time In Mexico comes out today? I know I am! This third installment looks even more action-packed than the first 2.

Losing out Grrrrrr. I keep missing the cue to call for the Puerto Rico contest. Operation: Get My Puerto Rico ON is not going so smoothly. Perhaps it's because I'm actually trying to seriously look at career opportunities while listening to the music. Everytime I clue into the radio someone else has phoned in and qualified for the trip. It's like "What? How? When did you tell us to call?" Oh Vibe 98.5 , how you toy with me so.

We have something in common, you and I It's ironic that Sepi has mentioned wanting to go see the Red Hot Chili Peppers next month. They're scheduled to play Calgary October 27th and I've been keeping my eye on TicketMaster faithfully. For some reason I have not heard of the sale date for the tix. And then I hear about this crap. I'm sorry, but paying whatever-you-call-it fees to TicketMaster is bad enough, and now we have to battle it out with fellow fans to see who's the biggest sucker/most willing to shell out to get a seat to a concert?? My bitterness grows. I really like the Chili Peppers, but not that much that I would pay whatever it takes just to get to hear them live. I'm not sure when this auction system is set to start but if it's soon then it's pretty obvious why the Chili Peppers tickets haven't been put up for sale yet. Bastards. And in other music news I have heard that Eminem is playing Willy Wonka. That is, they've

What's up, doc? Today was my checkup at the cancer centre. Everything looks good so far. :) I told my oncologist about how my head and neck doctor (my surgeon) had me take a lung x-ray just last month. He was a bit shocked at that apparently since I only have to do that once a year. So as it is I'll get another x-ray next August. He was alright with the MRI being booked for January. And it may seem like a trivial thing, but I mentioned to him about how I think all my hair from that spot has grown back except for my sideburn. Would it grow back? Because in all honesty, I'd rather it didn't. And hooray! He didn't think it would grow back after all this time. I don't know what it is, but Asian girls are typically cursed with long-ish sideburns and it just kills the femininity. This is a snazyy side-effect to all that stuff I went through. I intend on looking into electrolysis/laser treatment for the other sideburn. Woohoo! Perhaps I should ask them

It's all an illusion Poor Ryan is in some sort of state of shock that ladies are perhaps not the dainty little things he had mistakenly believed them to be. Har har. He has no idea. Not that we are absolute slobs...but there are those who are downright disgusting. For instance, you should see the state of the public bathroom at my department store. The ladies bathroom. (I have not discussed the state of the men's bathroom with any of the male employees simply because I think they'd consider me "weird.") It is a common gripe of all us female employees. Women shoppers simply have no respect. Do you know how disgusting it is to play Russian roulette with your gag reflex trying to find a clean stall? No, you must not. Honestly, I dread having to go to the bathroom at work. I wait until my break where I can be more at ease somewhere else in the mall, somewhere more hygienic. What is so difficult about flushing that women have such a hard time understand

Bug off A while ago my computer would curse me with lame porn pop-ups. At first it was happening whenever I visited the BusBlog and I wrongfully suspected that his blog was to blame. But then the pop-ups started to appear after visiting other sites. When I actually took a closer look at one of the pop-ups and traced it's origin it turns out there was some crappy business called ClientMan playing dirty on my comp. Damn the man! Before then my brother introduced me to the wonders of Ad-Aware. I remember the first time he did a scan. I had felt safe before then. I had VirusScan. I practiced safe surfing. Nothing should be amiss. And THEN the scan came back at me with, I think, 60 dataminer thingies it found on my computer. To further add insult to injury an animated little bug was wiggling its legs at me to let me know I was infected. I felt sooooooo violated. Anyway, back to ClientMan. Because of those blasted porn pop-ups I did the Ad-Aware thing every night to no

Go shawty, it's your birthday! I mentioned to Desiree how, during that Blogger blip where everyone's blogs disappeared Saturday morning, I would have been devastated to lose all the writing I had done. I mean, it's almost been a year! And then I checked into my archives and, by golly, today my blog is a year old! My how time just breezes by. So I thought I'd give the blog a new look, you know, kind of like anniversary issue sort of thing. I'm still a cut and paste sort of girl when it comes to page design but I think it turned out pretty well. What do you guys think? Only thing I can't figure out is why the unvisited links aren't red as I specified. They're blue! Grrrrr. Not only that, but there isn't a need to scroll left and right and yet I've got a scrollbar down there that lets you do just that, even though there is nothing further to see past the sidebar. Ah well, I think I did a fairly good job regardless.

Brokedown Palace Before I get into Friday night's adventure, let me just say that this has to be the blog gem of the day: "I have to admit, I have never seen her look so beautiful. I was so happy to see her and all I wanted to do was stay in her arms. She was so comfortable and I was happy to just be around her. I can't wait to marry that woman." ~ Joe re: returning home to his fiancee If that is not the sweetest thing you have ever read then something is seriously wrong with you. Ok, so Friday, as you all know, I ended up going to the Palace with a bunch of co-workers for a birthday of one of their friends. Daisy came along with me, thank goodness. As soon as I left the house, though, I had the feeling that it was going to be one of those "blech" nights. I wasn't even 100 feet away from my house (or that's how I figure the distance, you know us Canadians are all about the metric system, but I would suck even estimating the distance in mete

Weird Ok, so I can blog, but I can't read them. Not even my own blog! What's going on? Boooooooo. *raspberry*

I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello....hello hello! More coming and going. For those who read her blog regularly this is already old news, but aqua angel has decided to say goodbye to the blog community. Although it's not a goodbye goodbye, I don't blame her for letting this go. Girl has a lot on her plate right now. And it looks like Kelly has returned with the intentions of once again blogging her experiences with ACC. Of course, for me personally this is great news. It's how I found her blog here on the internet, and I'm grateful to hear of her experiences so I know what to expect of my own, or at least some sort of idea what to expect. Perhaps my earlier entry on Tillicum Village will be of little interest to most people. I mean, the place is not exactly party central or anything. But should you feel like checking it out, a bit of tourist trickery and advice: don't buy your tickets at Pier 54/55. Instead find a Ticket/Ticket dealer a

When in Seattle... Now Ryan's adding to the jealousy firepit 'cuz HE'S going to Seattle. What's with Seattle this year? I mean, it feels like when you really dig a band that is so obscure you swear up and down that you are their only fan, their diehard fan...and then they hit it big. All of a sudden everybody's raging about YOUR band and gushing about them when really they just jumped on the bandwagon. You've liked said band since way back in the day, all these other fans are just sucker lemmings. Or maybe that's a terrible analogy. Hm, yes, it's a completely wrong analogy altogether. Maybe it's more like this: You know when you get a car you absolutely love and all of a sudden you're seeing this car on the road everywhere . They may have all been there before, but you didn't notice all of them until you owned one yourself. Yeah, I think that's more like what I'm trying to say. (Don't mind me, brain's mush today.