Feed the need
I need to blog. Despite time constraints and laziness and everything I need to blog. So here I go. Whatever comes out comes out.
Mijo's my idol, do you know that? I'm crazy about the guy, and not in a Fatal Attraction demented sort of way. He picked me up twice..TWICE...this holiday season, even if I didn't need picking up, he picked me up. He is like the bestest pal I haven't even met yet. :)
On Christmas Eve I ran into mr. guy at the mall. It was far from a catastrophe 'cuz it was nice seeing him again, but it was also bittersweet as it was a reminder as to why I can't really be friends with him anymore. Oh well. "Oh well" she says? "Oh well" I say 'cuz the very next day (yes, Christmas Day) I got an unexpected call from Mijo! I haven't heard that boy's voice in ages! Our conversation, however brief, was a superhappyecstatic present to me!
And then today, before all the chaos of New Year's Eve
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I'm not going to make it, boss.
Work and shopping has whipped me into a perpetual state of exhaustion...and we haven't even begun the whole family togetherness-madness. I think if Christmas preparations don't sap me of all my energy the holiday socials will certainly finish the job.
I still love Christmas. One particular customer said:
"I was watching you work while waiting to get some service (uh-oh, what did I do wrong?) and the entire time you had a smile on your face. I don't know how you can stay so poised and cheerful in all this chaos."
What can I say? I honestly do love my job. It may be "beneath" my potential and the kind of pay I deserve, but I enjoy my time on the salesfloor. In all my retail positions over the years it's not the customers that irk me, usually I love them, and for sure I have fun with my coworkers...it's the management that always spoils it for me. So on the days when they leave me to just do my thang
Housekeeping
Wow, over 2 weeks without blogging. It's not that I didn't want to write down my thoughts and memories, it just takes up more time than I've got right now. I can't even explain where all my time goes...it just goes.
Blondie had a sex-toy party (she had booked it at a booth when we were at the sex show. I hadn't intended on buying anything 'cuz money's extremely tight right now (Christmas and all) but I have been ridiculously self-indulgent the past month or so. While they did tempt me with that "cadillac of vibrators" that I fell in love with at the show I had enough mental presence to understand I just don't have $190 that I'm willing to fork over for such a thing. Even the lesser version at $75 was too rich for me...though I do admit that at $75 it was a steal based on what I've seen in the past.
I did buy this stuff called "Flower Balm" (dumb name, I know) that heats and tingles your "flower.&quo
Keep in touch
Wow, I have no idea where the time goes...but I'm pooped. Friday night was practically a write-off socially. Our store had the lame-brained idea to hold a "Moonlight Madness" and hence had hourly clock specials until 11 P.M. when the rest of the mall (and our store, usually) closed at 9. The specials were apparently not good enough to draw the customers in since our store was pretty much dead after 9:30.
What made it worth it was I got a good bit of Christmas shopping done. Perhaps that's where they made the most money, keep your employees in late so that they take advantage of the clock specials/late hours 'cuz obviously customers aren't doing the same. Not that I took advantage of the clock specials...I wasn't fooled either.
So Friday all I did after work was Denny's with Daisy. Just relaxing. Unfortunately, Civic didn't come out with us due to the late hour. Such a fuddy duddy *teases*
Saturday was different since I d
Grove St. 4 Lyfe
Weird Kid bought the latest Grand Theft Auto game, San Andreas. As usual, I'm horrible at doing missions, so I leave that to him. Just like in Vice City, I just like to drive around listening to the radio and beating people up to get money. But at least this time I have a bit more purpose. I can at least tag up the city and dive for oysters. I can also feed CJ, do his workout, buy some Sprunk and snacks from the vending machine, somedays I can be good at the taxi missions...OH! And I like to jack the trains. Betting on the race track kind of bores me, and the arcade games are dumb.
I'm getting tired of Los Santos, though. I can't wait for Weird Kid to open up the other two cities. I've tried swimming to the other cities, but as soon as I hit their borders I get a 4 star cop rating and end up getting shot dead in the water. Fun fun.
But now I've learned about the new Sims game: The Urbz. Looking at their website, I'm pretty excit
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left we all fall down like toy soldiers.
Not only am I a Bridget Jones fan but I'm also an Eminem fan so his latest, Encore, has provided the soundtrack to some of my weekend. "Ass Like That" cracks me up.
Saturday was my little cousin's birthday. She turned 7 and all the family and friends went down to Tamarine for a little Vietnamese cuisine and a fun costume party.
I was Paris Hilton. Blonde wig and a taco bell dog hanging out of a fake Louis Vuitton bag, done.
Normally I can't stand Vietnamese food but I liked Tamarine. I attribute it to their lack of cilantro. I can't stand cilantro. Not surprisingly Weird Kid, the Vietnamese food fanatic, thought Tamarine was simply alright. Anyway, Tamarine was great news for me. Perhaps I have finally found a Vietnamese restaurant I can handle then I can join my friends for Vietnamese every once in a while.
Little Lana had another opportunity to wear her unicorn c
Ba doing doing doing
A pretty fun weekend if I do say so myself.
As any Bridget Jones fan will tell you, Friday the Edge of Reason movie finally came out. It was a bit disappointing to note that there weren't very many theatres that invested showtimes for Bridget (there are only 4 theatres showing it in Calgary) so we ended up watching it at Eau Claire since it was showing an hour earlier than at Paramount Chinook and we still had plans for after the movie.
But before Bridget Daisy and I finally got our hands on cupcakes . A very New York Sex and the City type activity. We've been trying to get there several times already but they've always either been closed or sold out for the day. It was well worth the wait, when we got there -- a full hour and a half before they were closing -- the only cupcakes they had left were "Nutty Over Chocolate" (chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter frosting and chocolate shavings) but I was definitely not complaining. It was
You never know who's waiting for you. You never know when love is coming your way. But if tonight I look again into your eyes then it's you, and it's me you love...then it's you, and it's me you love.
If you love me then you'll listen to this song right now. "It's You, It's Me" by Kaskade. It's so addictive, it's kept me bopping all week long.
Yes Joe, that Brooklyn is Burning song is great, too. But right now I'm all about It's You, It's Me.
For a great many years I was anti-Gap. I wasn't feeling their cookie-cutter look. But now I must say I'm an intermittent addict, particularly when they have their clearance sales. The clearance racks are always the first things I hit when I go to the Gap. And then Gap Body came along and I gave their thongs and panties a shot. Now I'm addicted to Gap Body undies. But I never bothered looking at their bras 'cuz I automatically assumed they could never poss
The circle of friends
Posie sent me this email foward the other day:
When I was little, I used to believe in the concept of one best friend, and then I started to become a woman. And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in many friends. One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man. Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom. Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be. One friend will say let's pray together, another let's cry together, another let's fight together, another let's walk away together. One friend will meet your spiritual need, another your shoe fetish, another your love for movies, another will be with you in your season of confusion, another will be your clarifier, another the wind beneath your wings. But whatever their assignment in your life, on whatever the occasion, on whatever the day, or wherever you need them to mee
"Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?"
My iTunes just fed me that Jacksons tune. I forgot all about that song...haven't heard it since I was a little girl.
The vibe on that song likes to convince me that something revolutionary is going to happen. Something good is about to happen real soon. "Can you feel it?" It's like you want to toss your hands up into the air, hands shaking all jazz-hands style towards the heavens. Hallelujah!
It also makes a good shimmy be-happy song. Go on try it. Left shoulder first, now go with the right. Left again. Right forward next. Shimmy those boobies. Shimmy shimmy shimmy.
Now lean back. Lean back. Lean back. Lean back.
Hahahaha.
Now it's the Red Hot Chili Peppers "By The Way." RHCP is so hot.
Hahaha, how ironic, now it's "Lean Back" by Terror Squad. My iTunes/iPod and I...we have this connection. It's kind of spooky sometimes, really.
I'm very grate
And so it goes
To all my American friends and readers, I'm so sorry about your country's ongoing state of affairs. Everyone knows I'm not even close to being political, (I don't understand the difference between Republicans and Democrats and truth be told my eyes would probably glaze over if you were ever to try to explain the whole thing to me) but I do know your president seriously wasn't cutting the mustard. Maybe some of your fellow citizens were afraid to vote for Kerry...something along the lines that it's easier to deal with a recognized demon than to take a leap of faith and put your trust in a new person. But I believed you guys deserved better and I guess that's not going to happen for the next little while.
But I can't say I'm not enjoying the beautiful rise of my Canadian dollar. I would LOVE to be cross-border shopping right now. I'd love to be across the border right now, period. I didn't get a decent summer holiday/tri
A modern stone-aged girl
I thought my Betty Rubble costume was pretty damn cute. I've got no pictures yet. I'm horrible when it comes to taking pictures, it takes me forever to finish a roll of film. Perhaps some of my coworkers or their friends have some pictures developed already.
Bizkette has a pretty nice one of me from when we hung out at her place at the end of the night. As everyone knows I'm not a big fan of "staying in" on any given night, but we were just killing time waiting for her boy to get ready so we could head out again.
Except that Daisy and I were so wiped out that the waiting around just put us in a dazed exhaustion mode. He was ready to go by 3, but there's nothing really open at that hour except for Denny's (which we had already been to that night) and Tim Horton's (which Bizkette didn't really want to go to) so that was the end of the evening. Basically he got all ready just to take us home. Time's up.
Man, th
Woohoo!
30K visitors! It pales in comparison to some people's visitors but it's good enough for lil ol' me.
I went and got my eyebrows shaped yesterday. I opted for threading 'cuz it's something I've always wanted to try. You know what? I like it. My skin wasn't as red and irritated afterwards as it usually is with waxing, dare I say it was (slightly) less painful, they're able to shape the brow a lot better with the threading method, and it doesn't take any longer than waxing. I'd say I'm a new convert to threading...but getting them waxed is just more convenient location-wise so we'll see if I'm fully reformed.
Speaking of altering one's self, a good friend informed me that he wants to get a vasectomy. Holy crap, I didn't know guys my age thought about these things. Completely different ends of the spectrum...I'm baby-crazed and he's baby-avoidant (is that a word? Doesn't look right.) Don't thin
I spoke too soon
As I was headed to work today I got a text message from Weird Kid inviting me out to Project X with him and his coworkers. So I had to confess to my cowardice and turned down his invitation. Besides, I had yoga tonight.
Not sure if all of Project X's plans for this year came together 'cuz Weird Kid hasn't told me all about it yet. He didn't say anything about the coffins with the screens inside. But he did mention they had a full 3D maze, not just one corridor like last year. It tripped him out, apparently. There was one part, a rotating tunnel, that felt like it was closing in on him...shrinking...so he hunched over and walked across with his hands shielding his head.
That part doesn't sound too terrifying.
And there were 2 chainsaw guys this year. I don't like the chainsaw guys.
I wish Halloween didn't have to have the horror and the gore. I'm fine with just a celebration of one's creativity and imagination through co
I'm such a baby
Yes, I get scared easily. The Child's Play movies freaked me out. The Exorcist seemed like a joke when I was a kid, but now I'm too scared to watch it again lest it scare me senseless.
And remember Project X ? Yeah, I was a big baby during that, too. I'm glad I didn't check out Project X this year.
So is it any surprise that when Civic directed me to this I ended up shielding my eyes with my hand in horror? Didn't think so.
My coworkers love my new Alicia Keys-style jacket. I love attention. Lil ol attention-whore me.
Gobble gobble
For some reason there are a lot of you gentlemen messaging me on ICQ and Friendster hailing from Turkey. Turkey and Egypt.
Why are you all from there?
There's a reason why I haven't added you to my contact list. There's a reason why I won't say "Hi." I have a sneaking suspicion that all of you are suffering from yellow fever. Please go away.
Or maybe you're all internet robots. In either case, leave me alone.
I think I'd be a very popular girl in the middle east. Tasty Iraqis and Turkish men looking for "friends" and Egyptians, too. Craziness.
I love Sundays
It's great sitting down to watch a great game of basketball with your family and friends. Today our Phenom's were the very first game of the day and they went up against Juice (yeah, the Flamingo's team.) And you know what? We won! 60 to 49. Woohoo!
The Flamingo wasn't there, though. He had told me he was going to Tofino to learn how to surf before he heads out to Cabo San Lucas. So he's either in Tofino this week or he was already there last week and now he's actually in Mexico. *sigh* Lucky boy.
I bought yet another jacket. This one's very Alicia Keys a la "If I Ain't Got You" video. I love it.
6 more days till the Halloween Howler. Our starting point is all sold out now, so that guarantees fun wild bus rides. :) There are only a couple of people I couldn't get in touch with over the weekend so hopefully they got their tickets (if they were actually intending on joining us...I don't appreciate lip servi
Ask me anything
I'm going quiz-happy again. I went back to that website that Mijo directed me to for that politics test and took another test there. According to them when it comes to love and relationships I am...
Colorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.
Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.
You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.
The problem is them,
What can I say?
So Mijo directed me to this website where I could find take a quiz and see where I fit in "politically" in this world. Lo and behold, it pegged me as a social conservative (38% permissive) and an economic liberal (25% permissive). In a nutshell, it called me a totalitarian. Crazy, huh? Then I clicked on the "famous people" chart to see who I "vibed" with and I was right on the belly of the Pope. Ironic, really, considering that I've always thought Donald Trump was cool (especially after The Apprentice took off).
The quiz went on to tell me I "exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness."
Again, that came as a surprise to me 'cuz I thought I was very "laissez-faire" economically-speaking. But now that I think of it, I do appreciate it when everyone (in society) is on more equal footing. I guess it's the Canadian in me, I feel that everyone should be tak
The happy place
Yoga tonight was pretty good. I admit I'm getting more and more into it, though I doubt I'll ever be so into it that I'll start spewing hippie thoughts about energy and flow and auras and junk.
Yoga would have been even better for me if I had been able to enjoy deep breaths of air but I couldn't. You see, the lady next to me had already gone to her happy place through the use of liquid "spirits." How could I relax and breathe deeply if every intake of air I got reeked of alcohol? Not pleasant.
But not to worry, I got a little piece of happiness when I got home and my brother had left me a little present on my desk: a poster of Carlos Arroyo. Yummmm.
Snuggly-buggly
Yeah it's only started getting cold out there, but any occasion to slip into some comfy cuddly pajamas is all right by me. Tonight I'm wearing the Ally McBeal set that Daisy and Bizkette gave me for my 22nd birthday. And it glows in the dark, too!
I miss Ally McBeal. I almost wish they'd have endless reruns of Ally the way they do with Sex and the City. But then, see, I'd be torn between two loves.
I still can't decide which SATC girl I relate with most. I'd like to believe that I'm more of a Samantha trapped in a Charlotte-style reputation and persona.
Useless trivia
Yoinked from Mijo's MySpace bulletin posts:
-----------------DESCRIBE------------------
[x] The shoes you wore today: my American Eagle black leather "I-can-kick-your-ass-with-these" boots
[x] Your eyes: dark brown practically black
[x] Your fears: snakes, heights, gore, suffocating
-----------------WHAT IS------------------
[x] Your most overused phrase on Myspace: "lilmija.blogspot.com"
[x] Your thoughts first waking up: "Hit that 'snooze' button just one...more...time"
[x] The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: hair, surprisingly
[x] Your best physical feature: my smile
[x] Your bedtime: 2 am
[x] Your most missed memory: New Year's Eve in the Philippines with alllllllll the family there
-----------------YOU PREFER------------------
[x] Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke
[x] McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's. Kid's Macs are the best.
[x] Single or group dates: Single at first but group out
Another tick in the "win" column
So the Phenoms won against East-West today. Hooray! Back on track! Next week we go up against Juice, which is the Flamingo's team. Eeeeek. And if you've come here looking for information on the "Calgary Pilipino Basketball Association" I've put the entire game schedule on the calendar under the martini girl to your left. So if you're ever wondering when the Phenoms play, or Sovereign, or anyone else, click on my calendar link.
Thanks to the wonderful people at Old Navy I think my Betty Rubble costume is pretty much complete. You wouldn't believe the prices on their clearance items over there since you save an additional 50% off the last price. Like a crazy zebra print trench coat that was originally 62.00 which I nabbed for 9.99 Cheetah print ballerina flats for 4.98 with a matching purse at 2.49...and for the main outfit a baby blue terry tube dress for 2.49. So basically I got everything for 20.00..
More
I was reading a discussion over at one of the online clubbing communities I belong to...it was about men and women and platonic friendships. I personally don't think they exist 'cuz I'm of the school that believes that at some point or another one party is going to have a crush on the other. Platonic friendships is all about maturity. Can you deal with your lust/emotions enough to look past it and keep your friendship strong? Or on the flipside, can you deal with their lust/emotions enough to not let it create weirdness between the two of you and keep your friendship strong? Not to say that there wouldn't be any weirdness for a while, but at least you wouldn't let it destroy what the two of you have together.
An update on the saga between me and my two friends who are dating: life goes on. I don't feel like explaining my actions to her and while I wouldn't mind setting myself straight with him I won't simply 'cuz he's with her. A
Tickle-me-L-mo
I was admiring my naked self in the mirror again the other morning when the beauteousness of it all suddenly became comic fodder. For about a half a minute I thought my boobs liked like the ping-pong ball style eyes of a Muppet while my belly button was the itty-bitty mouth. Luckily for me, Muppets don't necessarily need noses. My body would be seriously messed-up if I had a Muppet nose somewhere on my front. *shudders*
Be what you want to be
I think Halloween has only gotten more and more enjoyable as I've aged. Trick-or-treating was all fine and good, but now that we're older and are expected to be more serious, more mature...that one time a year where we can transform into whatever we would like to be and actually use a bit of imagination and creativity...I treasure that.
I was going to be a boxer this year. It's always been a costume idea of mine, particularly after Laila Ali became one of my heroes. I'd love to take up boxing but I'm a bit of a hypocrite in that I think punching would be fun, but I don't want to get hit myself.
I've got a blonde wig...I could be Paris Hilton. Get a stuffed chihuahua and tote it around in a fake Louis Vuitton bag. But that's too much work and apparently there are a few wannabe-Parises out there so there went that idea.
Janet Jackson from Rhythm Nation? That'd be cool. Not feeling it too much for this year, though.
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From my "Intimacy Essentials" report
...on Astrology.com I don't swear by astrology, but it's always nice when your horoscope tells you something that strokes your ego a bit. :) But then again, they always seem to give you an ego boost...noone wants to hear that they suck based on the day they were born.
Sun in Aries
When Leah was born, the Sun was in the Sign Aries, the Warrior. Leah has a fierce capacity for loyalty, and expects it in return. Like a warrior, she prefers honesty and directness, without a lot of verbal frou-frou or psychobabble. There is an elevated need for shared experiences of extremity, adventure and intensity, and if the relationship does not offer enough of them, Arian energy can easily turn tense and edgy, even combative. A great intimate art for Leah, one upon which the viability of all her relationships depends, is to make sure she is fighting about what she is actually angry about. There's a risk, in other words, of expressing
Es la verdad
I am Party Girl Click on the picture below to read more: Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com
The Party Girl
I like to have a martini, two at the very most -- after three I'm under the table; after four, I'm under the host. -- Dorothy Parker
Audrey Hepburn's character Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's is the quintessential Party Girl. Truman Capote named her for a woman who creates a holiday of life, and who takes it lightly. That classic scene of her standing in front of Tiffany's eating her breakfast roll and sipping coffee after being out on the town all night, her fridge with nothing in it, those wild cocktail parties. All very Party Girl.
New York City is also very Party Girl. As are LA, Miami Beach, London, Amsterdam, and of course, Vegas, baby, Vegas. Party Girls hate rural areas, because their worst nightmare is to be somewhere where there's nothing going on. The Party Girl is an ex
Legacy
This could be one of our better Halloween Howlers yet. I've got a few of my coworkers going, and they're bringing people with them. And friends are coming with friends. Our group may not be as big as the group we had the first time around, but it could very well be close.
My poor Phenoms, we got beat by NE Express this past Sunday. Ah well, it's a wake up call. We always do this. They need to make more of an effort to practice.
Weekends are finally going to slow down. Happy belated Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends. God I love turkey dinners so much.
Went movie crazy this weekend. We went to see Shark Tale on Sunday and then Ladder 49 last night. I love both of those movies. I was shocked at how Ladder 49 turned out, though. And Joaquin Phoenix has a hot bod, but I'm not digging the face. John Travolta still rocks. I don't care that he's really old now, and that he's into that Scientology stuffs, and that he's a bit tubby fro
The return of FOB-ball
as I affectionately call it. Though you know not everyone playing is a FOB.
That's right, the Calgary Pilipino Basketball Association opened their season last Sunday. Flamingo and his cousin started up a new team so no more NE Express for them. They are now Juice. People had little faith in them since their first game was against Sovereign (the winners of last season's playoffs) but they held their own and only lost by 3 points in the last minute of the game. Good stuffs.
Now, one would hope that you are wondering about my beloved Phenoms. Our team has shrunk a bit, but they recruited some players who have found their fit into the team dynamic beautifully. And our first game? It was against Bliss (formerly known as XL Fine) and we trounced them by 13 points if I remember correctly. My wonderful brother scored two baskets himself. This brought his girlfriend and us, his darling sister/fans, great joy. But there was also a new fan in the stan
Pretty pretty
So many dear ones came by to my store today I was a little worried that my good luck would turn and I'd also get some unwelcome visitors coming around. Thankfully, that didn't happen. It'd be better for everyone involved if they just accepted the status quo and move on. Mercy knows I have. I'm starting to have faith that they've realized this as well.
So Civic came by and we yapped for a little bit. I swear, as each day goes by that I don't find a new job I become more and more slacker-like at the present job. Yet I still manage to accomplish tons more than some other associates. I can't explain how that works. Then Posie and Lana dropped by, too! Whoosh. There went all my thoughts at doing any tasks at that moment. Instead I walked around the department with Lana in my arms while she raved about the costume jewelry which she found to be "pretty pretty." Ah yes, the little lass has a thing for the bling. And we didn&#
Some pictures!
I've been slow to blog. *sigh* But, on the plus side, I did sit myself down long enough to scan some of the pictures my father took of Baby Sis' birthday extravaganza. Go check them out on the left and on my Buzznet page for a few of the pictures. Still working on nabbing Weird Kid's digital pictures. Naturally, they were the first pictures we saw of the evening, but I haven't taken them to put on my Buzznet yet. I think he's got the only pic of just me and my sister taken that night.
And on another note, I've got so many new purses I want to share with all of you. I'm dying to have another Purse Week here. Got to get on that sometime.
Picture this...
...'cuz I haven't nabbed the pictures yet, but I think Baby Sis had a wonderful debut.
As I had mentioned before, everything pretty much came together at the last minute. That meant that none of our preferred hotels had any banquet halls available for us. Still not wanting to have to stress/slave over food preparations we didn't want to rent out a hall or gym, either. So we ended up at Sakana Grill since the birthday girl adores sushi. Plus, with all the current family parties going on we'd rather not have another Chinese food buffet on our hands *groans*.
Another problem with the whole last-minute thing of it all...a significant number of family members were away on vacation or simply not available that night. So it was just a small party, I think it ended up being 72 people. Not as big as my "debut" at all . Practically half the size, actually.
Since we were at a restaurant there was no "program." That meant no cotilli
The final countdown
For something that wasn't going to be a debut (due to time constraints) we've run around like crazed fools and, in my opinion, it has come out more formal than we had intended it to be. It's definitely not a debut by normal debut standards. But then again, mine wasn't either.
But now the house is clean, the karaoke rental has been picked up (yes, I know we have one ourselves, but somehow baby sis decided to make a bid on a rental during a silent auction one night and well...obviously she won. May as well use it.), the little debutante's nails are done, she now has 3 dresses to choose from instead of just a simple nice shirt. All that's left now is to get dolled up, hair and makeup, pick up the cake on the way to the restaurant, decorate like a fiend, and from there on in it should be smooth sailing.
This whole planning everything at the last minute is getting completely out of hand. I swear that if this is the kind of organization
"My ox is broken!
I'm an Amazing Race addict. I mean, how can anyone who loves to travel not love this show? They really should look into producing an international season of the race. Like, take a team from Canada (of course), perhaps a British team, a team from Mexico, a Japanese team, Australians...you get the picture. It would be an Amazing Amazing Race (haha). Each team has different language/cultural barriers to overcome. Now THAT, my friends, would be quality reality tv.
I've also been thinking, to be a shoo-in for the show, you should pair-off with some random person off the street for your audition tape. Oh the drama that would unfold! Trying to get to know and deal with a complete stranger while scooting around the globe with them. Insanity!
Last week the racers zipped from Dubai to Rotorua and then Manila! My brother and I realized, that although we've been to the Philippines several times in our lives we've never done the "touristy&