Late-breaking news
Rather than repeat myself here was some of the hullabaloo of this past weekend. (Note: Mijo is not his actual screenname.)
Faboo LADI: a drunk driver slaughtered our lawn
Mijo: WHOA
Mijo: serious?
Faboo LADI: He was thisclose to hitting our Neon
Faboo LADI: Yeah
Mijo: how do you know he was drunk?
Faboo LADI: I dunno, I guess it's just speculation
Faboo LADI: it was 3:30am
Faboo LADI: and it was a crazy wide turn
Faboo LADI: there are skidmarks on the sidewalk where he stopped right before our car
Faboo LADI: Neighbors all corroborated their stories, we think it's this guy who lives 3 houses down, but there's no proof
Faboo LADI: it must be scratched somewhat underneath, though, there was a loud "thoonk" when he got back on the street from the curb
Faboo LADI: he was doing a left turn onto our street, jumped onto our lawn continuing his turn which would've led dead into our Neon but then he stopped, and backed u
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Racing to get away
Amazing Race was on tonight, Marseilles to Amsterdam.
Millie and Chuck, they of dating 12 years and still virgins fame, were at each others throats for quite a while. Millie said that there is no denying that there are compatibility issues between them. Hello??? 12 years and they still haven't figured this out *shakes her head* Baffles my mind. Somehow they managed to get in first place for this leg of the race and as a result won a 7-day cruise with Royal Caribbean. Dang it all. They took the Fast Forward challenge to gain some ground -- today's challenge was being strapped to the fin/propeller-blade thingies of a windmill and going for a "ride" around 10 times. I would've so done that, too.
One of the other challenges the other racers had to face was collecting 25 eels into a bin for the local fishermen. I forgot who said it, but it cracked me up. When asked what the eel felt like he responded "like a slippery penis."
"Baby, look at me and tell me what you see. You ain't seen the best of me yet. Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest."
All together now!
"Fame! I'm gonna live forever...I'm gonna learn how to fly. Fame! I feel it coming together, people will see me and cry. Fame!"
Alright, that's enough of that. I remember watching Leroy and Coco and Bruno as they went about their business at the High School of Performing Arts. Fame was one of my favorite shows when I was little. They've revived the show now with Debbie Allen. But now it's an American Idol wannabe type show. While I have not been blown away by a lot of the contestants on the show, the idea of a triple threat (dancing, singing, and I'm not sure what the third one is) is a more realistic idea of what a pop-ish star ought to be. Most of the entertaining is done through dance in pop. Unless you're playing piano or some instrument as you're singing you better
Giddy-up, baby!
Friday there was a corporate party at Ranchmans that somehow Daisy got the hookup to, so off we went. The three amigas, Daisy, Bizkette, and I.
Leah at Ranchmans? Yeah yeah, don't laugh so hard...I've done it before, I can do it again. And I'll let you all in on a little secret: I don't hate country music as much as my protests would lead you to assume. In fact, I love line dancing (but then again, you all probably knew that I would love any kind of dancing I could get involved with) and I figure I'll master that two-step business one of these days. I am a girl living in "Cowtown," after all.
With the Calgary Stampede fast approaching I'm glad I had an opportunity to rev up my cowgirl side, or what little of it I had. Our club crawl tickets are paid for and for those still looking to meet up with us; we're starting off at Coyote's. Unfortunately we got our act together a little late, but then again what else is ne
Body talk
Whoa. I never thought I would do it, but I did. Ladies and gentlemen, Leah has joined a gym.
Inconceivable, no?
I joined Latina and Daisy for a salsa aerobics class tonight. As soon as class ended and we had changed and everything BAM! I was targetted as a potential new client. There was no escape. And to be honest, my saleslady/trainer-to-be was not pushy at all which was refreshing. I know I have a lot of videos and workout equipment here at home, and I go swimming twice a week, but clearly it's only keeping my weight consistent. And like TTB (trainer-to-be) said, noone wants to go on a diet. Anyway, I'm going to give this a shot...have someone actually give me a routine to do rather than me trying this and that. The thought of "3 dress sizes by Christmas time" (her words, not mine. Though I don't think I have 3 dress sizes within me to lose based on my stick-thin mother's size) sounds awfully appealing...and I know it's just he
Waiting
I can't believe I have not read anybody blog about this yet. Or maybe I'm the only one in the world who watches the show.
Millie and Chuck are a team on the Amazing Race. They have been dating for 12 years and are still virgins. In their interview Millie admitted that both of them are afraid to commit. Does all of this jive with you people? At first, I kind of/sort of/not really/maybe admired their steadfastness to remain chaste. Or at least I hope it's a personal choice and not something else. It's the whole "afraid to commit" thing that blew my mind away. 12 years! I'm sure that they should know by then whether or not they should stay together or call it quits. Some marriages don't even last that long!
It's good!
Weird Kid and his hoopmates came home late Sunday night. 3rd place. I don't think that's too shabby.
The homies and homettes got to go shopping in between games. I'm soooo jealous. I miss West Edmonton Mall. *scribbles down on her list of roadtrips to once again do* Weird Kid said there were lots of Puma bags and stuffs I would like, but he wasn't sure which one I had set my heart on. *sigh* Communication will get you everywhere, folks. My search continues.
It's summer, Banff and Edmonton are calling. Grrrrr.
"Meet me at the altar in your white dress. We ain't getting no younger we might as well do it."
To hear great arguments from the other side of the camp visit Ang and bing .
I used to think that I was cutting edge, a true modern woman in the making. Now I've come to accept the fact that I'm straight-up old school...and I really can't imagine it being any other way.
Everyone knows that I love children. Much like Moxie's sentiment from a previous post, even if I have to resort to a "turkey baster" approach I will someday have children of my own. Nothing will stand in the way of my (self-prescribed, mind you) fate.
I don't think there is anything in this world that would make me any happier than to have my own children. I want to be able to perpetuate the kind of happy family life that I have with my parents and siblings. Just thinking of what a jolly gramps my father would be makes me feel all shiny-happy inside. My brother is ama
Bright, bright, sunshiny day
What a wonderful end to a great evening. Daisy and I went out for some martinis at Mortal Coil. I love 4th Street. We discussed the plan of attack for the club crawl and all that.
But what better news to come home to than an email from Sunny and Sunny Boy announcing that they're expecting a little Sunny Baby! Oh my god, I'm sooooooo happy for them!
*swoons* Another baby in the circle. Soooo exciting!
Congratulations to the happy couple!
They're playing bas-ket-ballllll. They love that bas-ket-ballllll.
So the lil brother, Weird Kid, and some of his homies and a couple of homettes are on the road, as we speak, up north to Edmonton. Purpose of voyage? NBA Hoop-It-Up. Due to scheduled commitments beyond their control they were unable to participate in the Hoop-It-Up here. A normal person would just say "Oh well, maybe next year." But not these kids. Estan loco.
Just teasing, I admire my brother's dedication to the sport. A tad obsessive, a little fanatical, but at least he's got something that propels him.
Let's go, Weird Kid, let's go! *clap clap clap*
And when she's walkin' she's lookin' so fi-i-ine
I can see how this unemployment thing can be very very bad. It has felt like a wonderful, much wanted, much needed vacation/time-off. I swore to myself last week that starting next Monday (the 16th) I would start my hunt for a new job in earnest, but I really don't want to right now. *sigh* It just feels so nice to be able to catch up on all the things I've been lagging on. Laundry is whittling down, room is tidying up nicely, I get to spend more time with my parents, I finally had time to check-in with my new doctor. I know it's not like I'll get a job instantaneously just because I'm looking next week, but I'm practically dreading it. Dang it, it's my summer vacation! I haven't had one of those in 2 years!
Today I get to catch up on another scene I've been missing badly: Uptown. I've been wanting to check it out for months now. Months! But a regular 9-5 just doesn
Perception is 100% of a person's reality
When does one cross the line between self-confidence and vanity?
Kindergarten up until third grade I thought my class was one big happy group. Nobody had any higher status compared to anyone in the class, we were all equals. We all played together at recess, noone got teased, there was no jealousy between classmates. It was harmony at its best.
Enter fourth grade and a new school (my parents were having difficulty following what I was being taught in french immersion) and it was clear from the start that there were the "popular" kids and the unfortunate "dweebs" of the bunch. Somehow I just floated around in the middle. Noone ever picked on me. I was good friends with some of the girls in the "in-crowd" but still content just doing my own thing with my not-so-popular friends.
I had a bit of a minor crisis at the end of sixth grade when the most popular guy in our class decided to pare down his guest l
Take it where you can get it
Bizkette had a great birthday dinner last night at Tokyo Garden. Mmmm, sushi, tempura, miso and sake. I think the highlight of the evening was the birthday girl's struggle with the salmon roe. Being a true sport she got it down. Major props to her for that! I love my friends. Everyone is more or less open to trying a wide variety of things and each of us encourages the other.
It felt kind of weird ending the evening so early, everyone pretty much their separate ways after dinner. Since Daisy had fallen asleep during Chicago the first time we considered catching it at Canyon Meadows. Next show was at 10:05 and since she was already a bit groggy from the long day we stopped by Tim Horton's to grab some coffee beforehand.
Yeah, Chicago kind of fell by the wayside. After the coffee I felt like browsing through the liquor store for some Tabu (we had settled on watching a video at her house instead.) Tabu has a new flavor: Exotic Citrus! I
This (was) your life
So yesterday was non-eventful and yet, full of stuffs. Does that make any sense? I mean, for the first day all week I actually have quotes to keep me busy at work...and boom, just like that, I sold 2 tickets. What a way to close off. Hope there aren't any major schedule changes or anything once they receive their tickets. I feel like a mother who has to abandon her children and let them fend for themselves. Noone at the agency really took over my clients, nor did I hand them off to any of them. I've left all my notes and files on my desk so they can reference them easily should anything come up. I don't know, I just like taking care of the files until they are done and I can't even do that now.
Not only that, but it seemed like all the people I know or I have come to know popped out of the woodwork for my last day there. Sunny's mom walked by my agency and saw me through the window. She waved. I had never seen her downtown up until
Every step you take, every move you make, I'll be watching you
Privacy is a highly valuable thing.
Our family circle, unfortunately, tends to love gossip. So much so that at times we have to keep secrets from our loved ones simply because we don't want the whole world to know. My grandma's feelings sometimes get hurt because she ends up being the last to know. If we let her know all our plans then nothing would ever be a surprise. Ever.
My mom told me she didn't let my grandma know about my layoff. I'm not sure how to disguise it come Monday when I'm still at home cleaning house, doiong laundry, everything that has been piling up all this time. And that's when all madness will break loose, I'm sure. See, it's not even just the family network that you have to be careful of, it's almost like you have to watch your step with all the Filipinos here in Calgary. Everybody knows somebody else here in town. Your news will be all over town b
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
A wonderful lunch hour on a gorgeous day. I strolled down Stephen Ave, grabbed a Pecan & Pralines sundae, and headed straight for Olympic Plaza.
Ahhhh, the sun felt so good. Yes, I neglected the sunscreen again. A girl like me ought to know better. But *shrugs* whatchagonnado, huh?
There were couples laying on the grass sharing a lunch, groups of friends lazing around catching some sun. Me? I sat myself down on the steps leading to the fountain/pool and savored my yummy sundae.
A little guy, maybe 2 years old, went down to the fountain with his mom and cooled his feet. I thought he had the right idea so I quickly kicked off my sandals and joined him in the water.
A little girl, maybe 1, came by with her mom and sat on the edgge of the pool.. She seemed so excited that her little legs could reach the water if she pointed her toes just so . This led to lots of happy splashing on her part. (Note to self: Take Lana and Posie
It's all about the little people
As usual, more than a week overdue, but here are a couple of pics from Lana's first birthday bash. Please excuse the small pictures, I'll see about making them bigger when I get home today.
Weird kid with the birthday girl, his goddaughter, Lana.
Me with Lana and Armand. Doesn't he look so mischievous with that snarky look on his face? Both of them are my godkids, not related to one another.
Call me
My brother is an absolute sweetheart, but I've told you all that already. Tonight he invited me to go watch the Italian Job with him and his friends. Plus, he offered to pay. Woohoo!
I know Matrix: Reloaded was supposed to be huge. And it was huge, to be sure. I haven't made my way to it yet, but everyone I've talked to said it wasn't as good as the first and they were pretty "enh" about the whole film. It's horrible when you can't live up to the hype.
Italian Job, on the other hand, appears to be a pleasant surprise. A bunch of my brother's friends were a bit indifferent towards seeing the Italian Job (from here on abbreviated to IJ), having more of a penchant to see Bruce Almighty. By the end, though, every single one of them was impressed with the film. IJ may not be a blockbuster hit, but it certainly ranked high in my books. Below are some reasons you may want to consider IJ for your next cinematic outing:
Mini-coopers
How should it feel?
I just learned this morning that I'm being laid off. To be honest, I've been expecting it a couple of weeks now (based on stories of past employees) and it put me in a serious funk at the time. Combine that with my mom's anxiety over me finding a better job elsewhere and that just depressed me even more. I don't want my mom to have to worry about me. There were a lot of things I didn't let her know because it would only trouble her more. I always promised myself that this was only a starting point (a lot of my classmates who took the travel course with me were/are getting paid a whole lot more, granted they were/are at bigger and more well-known agencies), get some experience and move on. I guess my boss just beat me to the punch.
*sigh* Guess this is the push that I really need. I was too afraid to step out there and find a better place for myself, and now I really have no excuse not to do so. Things always happen for a reason. I
A caffeine addict? Moi?
Picture this: a very exasperated Leah, shuffling down the mall hugging four 1kg canisters of Folgers ground coffee because the stupid shopping bags broke. Now imagine the struggle to also maintain a deathgrip on my Tall Chocolate Brownie Frappaccino in one hand.
Enough coffee there?
Wha-pshhh!
Just heard this song during a retro set on the radio today. I almost forgot about it. *bursts out laughing*
Hanky Panky - Madonna
(Spoken) Come over here!
Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind,
I'll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind.
Treat me like I'm a bad girl, even when I'm being good to you,
I don't want you to thank me, you can just spank me. Mmm.
Some guys like to sweet talk, and others, they like to tease,
Tie my hands behind my back and, ooo, I'm in ecstasy.
Don't slobber me with kisses, I can get that from my sisters,
Before I get too cranky, you better...
Chorus:
Like hanky panky [hanky panky],
Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky].
Don't take out your handkerchiefs,
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky.
Like hanky panky [hanky panky],
Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky].
Don't take out your handkerchiefs,
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky p
You should be dancing, yeah!
Last night was much needed, it's been a while since I've stepped into a club. Almost a month! Yikes, I'm averaging a club night a month now, goodness I'm getting old.
It's never a dull night at the clubs though. Last time it was Flamingo. Time before that was the Roxbury incident. This night wasn't going to be an exception.
An old co-worker, Ms. T, found me at my agency as she was walking about during her lunch break last week. (It's amazing how many people find me at the agency.) We had lunch on Thursday and then she mentioned how it was her birthday weekend and her boyfriend was blowing it off. Thinking I could help her celebrate her birthday proper I suggested us girls go out on Friday night.
Ever the trooper, Daisy was there. Unfortunately, Special K couldn't make it and Ms. T didn't want to go pick up her friend all the way in the north. A party of 3, not very big, but manageable.
Originally we weren