It hurts so good
"I'm just a girl that can't say 'no.'"
I'm soooo tired. I just want to let all my weekend stories flow out of me before I go to bed very early tonight.
On Friday the retail girls and I were planning on going to the Whiskey. These plans were made before we got this past week's schedule, however, and two of us (one was me *sigh*) had the opening shift on Saturday. "Opening shift" meaning the indecent hour of 7:30 in the morning ON A SATURDAY! They're so backwards, who goes shopping at that hour on a Saturday?
Anyway, yeah, so we changed our minds about going out clubbing on Friday. I instead had the best intentions of just going out for a little bit of noshies with Daisy and Bizkette and getting home at a somewhat decent hour. Haha, should've known that wasn't going to happen. This is me we're talking about, this is me and my friends.
Vicious Circle was packed and they denied us at the door. What
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Whattasay whattasay whattasay
It's Friday which means I've got the closing shift at work (again, guh) and I probably won't be home until early Saturday morning. That means I should write something now. :)
There's a Julio's Barrio opening up in Kensington. RIGHT ON! I love the sangria at Julio's Barrio. The people in Edmonton probably don't care, but when Civic and I went there and we discovered the yummy magicalness that is Julio's I was in loooooove. I wish it would open in time for my birthday (and perhaps my poor friends are getting sick of all the spanish/mexican/something like that cuisine...but it's only once a year *bats eyes innocently*) but who knows. Even my beloved Krispy Kreme won't be opening until shortly after my birthday. (Not that we'd be having my birthday dinner at Krispy Kreme *giggles*) *sigh* If any of you are going to be looking for a belated birthday present, get thyselves to that Krispy Kreme. My body prob
Guh
Work just called me.
"Can you work from 11 to 5?"
*long silent pause on my end, followed by a sigh* "Fiiiiiiine."
Silently I was kicking and screaming in my mind. I wanted to go to the gym this morning. I love it when the gym isn't crowded, so much so that if my only free time is the after-work rush hour or such I just don't go. I avoid it 'cuz I get gym-rage. And they wonder why I don't drive; just having little things slow me down drive me bonkers.
He called and left a voicemail yesterday morning. When I got it I wanted to hurl my phone down the street (I was walking at the time.) Part of me is seething and the other part wants to know what's going to happen. Called him back late last night and he's all acting like nothing was amiss which just added fuel to this madness. If he doesn't offer up a better reason than "I've been really busy" sometime soon then I, well honestly knowing me, I'd probably l
Everyday People
Geez, Arrested Development was at Coyote's tonight and it completely slipped my mind until it was too late!
I wonder if that's where my brother is right now. I just assumed he was working.
I've completely forgotten about Arrested Development. I thought they were so cool back in junior high. They're performing with Grandmaster Flash. Wonder if it'd all seem like some kind of time warp? I haven't thought of Arrested Development in years.
Should've written it down on my calendar. Look at that.
Not quite Rockette material, but still
I think I'd have to say that my favorite part of my body are my legs.
Unfortunately I've been bruising and scuffing them a bit lately. Is that a scar? Help me now.
I realize my legs aren't the slimmest in the world, but given the body I've been dealt I think my legs are very good considering my big size.
Thankfully I got my height from my parents so I'm not the typically short Filipina. With that I get longer legs than most. Definitely too long for petite pants, but sometimes I still need to get regular length pants hemmed. A taller Leah gives the illusion of a slimmer Leah, so that's all good.
And my legs always tone and strengthen so fast. But I guess that's what you get when they're your main way of getting from point A to point B. :) I remember back in 10th grade (Sunny should remember this.) our sadistic gym teacher made us girls run the foyer stairs for 12 minutes each day. I didn't mind that
Hot hot hot
Ahh, Carnaval!
We barely got in. Who knew there would be so much interest considering the little publicity they had received? Mind you, you could also blame it on the holding capacity of the auditorium they chose at the Chinese Cultural Center. Well, now they know.
Doors opened at 8 and we got there at 8:08 pm only to find out the event was sold out! I take full responsibility for us being late (I had a last minute shopping session when I realized I would boil to death in the outfit I had chosen.) Luckily, we stood around for a little bit planning out our next move because a gentleman approached us and asked if we needed tickets. 2 of his friends canceled on him so he was offering it to us at the advanced price he paid for them.
Only problem was there were 3 of us girls needing to get in.
And you know how all of a sudden you get all obsessed with something you're being denied? (Or someone you're being denied, whatever.)
We ended up trying to squeeze
Tidbits
Just really quick, I'd like to say that I am absolutely thrilled that Tammy got kicked off The Apprentice tonight. From the very first day when she complained that she was tired and gave herself a lunch break while her team powered on I just KNEW she would be an annoying pain in the ass. But Omarosa's really starting to grate at me now, too.
My brother told me today that one of his friends had throat cancer in 11th grade. And just recently this guy had to come back home (he was going to university in the maritimes) to get treated again. Apparently there's been a recurrence. I'm guessing we're looking at 3-4 years since his initial instance (don't know his age). I should really count my own blessings. But then again, I'm only finishing year number 2.
I don't know what I'd do. It's one thing to go through it all once, but to have to do it all again? I know I didn't have it as bad as some other patients I have seen but stil
R.I.P. Taco
It's not even noon yet and everything is insane.
I had another checkup with my surgeon; all clear, thank you very much. Coyote and I were chatting once and he said he didn't know how I could stand sitting around for so long without knowing (my MRI was done in January and I didn't bother calling in for the results...so today was when I found out it was clear). A stark contrast to going insane not knowing about mr. guy. I guess I pick and choose what I want to know and not know. With my health I kind of shy away from test results. If I only had one month to live I think I'd rather live it not knowing about it.
So today's going to be a busy day. Doc gave me a requisition form for a chest x-ray and I figured I might as well do it today since I took the whole day off. So after lunch I'm going to go to the lab, then scoot over to the gym, then maybe stop by Wal-Mart afterwards.
Unfortunately, it is with deep regret that I announce Taco's
Au courant
Sorry for the pink, fellas. Don't get me wrong, I love red. Red's my power color. But hot pink is so spring, so now, so me at this very moment.
I'm digging the hot pink. I tried to mute it down a bit, but I'm not good with those color codes.
And Haloscan announced they have "trackback" thingamajiggies. I've seen them around in bloggerville but I honestly don't know what they're for. Oh well, I slapped them on here as well.
I love you all!
"And it feels like oooooooooooh, you don't know my name"
I was waiting for my bus yesterday morning on my way to work and I heard 3 light taps on a car horn.
I looked over and there was this guy sitting in his car at the stop light. He smiled and waved at me and gave me a thumbs up sign. I racked my brain, "do I know this guy?" The car didn't look familiar, and he really didn't look familiar. I just smiled back at him.
But he kept looking at me with that stupid grin on his face. Maybe there was something amiss with my outfit. I checked myself over. Biatch boots, my double slitted skirt (it's knee-length and not as trashy as it sounds), ummm, pantyhose? It's not like I had worn my fishnets today. Maybe it was 'cuz my coat was longer than my outfit so it looked like I had nothing on underneath? I don't know. But the longer he looked over at me the more it creeped me out.
Then I got angry. I wanted to yell at him "FUCK
"the show is over, say 'goodbye'"
So Joe hasn't had the time to keep up with my blog. That's fine. I wanted his opinions on things so I gave him the (hopefully) shortened version of "adventures with mr. guy."
He got me to call mr. guy. I had all sorts of excuses not to, ask him, but I did it...'cuz Joe is blunt but always makes sense. I hate that.
Anyway, so after a week of giving mr. guy his space or whatever crap you want to call it, I called him. I tried not to sound too pathetic, but I don't think there's any way I could have avoided sounding weak.
Didn't want to be too whiny, but I told him that I missed talking to him. And that's the truth. Just wanted to know if I could talk to him again sometime.
I got his voicemail. Quel surprise. And of course he never called me back.
And that's all he wrote, I suppose. You could say I still don't have any answers, but putting all his actions (or lack of action,
Valentine's post-mortem
I know I've already said this, but I've always loved Valentine's Day.
I could never understand why people hate it so much. Even people I know who are coupled grumble about it.
Yes, I realize it's a commercial holiday. I never said it was the flowers and the candy and the nice dinners that I love...'cuz then I'd be bitter, too, since I don't get that kind of stuffs.
It's the atmosphere I'm in love with. Valentine's Day should last all year long, right there with Christmas.
It's all about love.
This year I spent Valentine's Day with my single pals. We saw The Republic of Love . Or rather, us single girls saw it. Civic didn't join us till after the movie. Daisy loved it, but I thought it was poorly done. I've never read the book, but I'm willing to bet it is 100x better than the movie we witnessed.
For example, if some guy said "what I'd really like right now is to put my arms
Life
Life seems to be the underlying theme this weekend.
Today we celebrated the Christening of Sunny Girl. During the festivities we also met another newborn who has just started his life not even two weeks ago.
And then after that I had to boot it all the way to Chinatown to celebrate the 92nd birthday of my granduncle. (I thought it was last Sunday, so imagine my surprise when I found out I was in for a loooong action-packed day today.)
Unfortunately, yesterday my family circle also mourned the passing of a little one. They laid to rest the newborn daughter of a family friend. She passed away shortly after entering this world.
Life. Long. Short. New. Old.
I am so tired.
My hero My hero My hero
My brother is doing it again.
Remember how my brother shaved his head during a fundraiser for the Tom Baker Cancer Centre? He raised 825.00 thanks to our friends, family, and even some of you out there reading this right now. It meant a lot to me, but it also meant a lot to him. It was his way of indirectly taking care of me in a situation where most everyone else wouldn't know what to do.
This year they're shaving heads on the 31st of March at good old Mac Hall at U of C. But this time it's not for the Tom Baker Cancer Centre. Instead all funds raised will go towards the Kids Cancer Care Foundation of Alberta. A truly worthy cause. Nothing hurts me more than helpless children going through major ordeals such as illness when they deserve to be out there playing with their friends.
And I'm even more excited this year 'cuz maybe some of you will deem this a worthy cause as well. They have created a secure online pledge form where
Hi, my name is Leah
...and I'm addicted to all things latino. Indeed, I have a Spanish fetish.
Yo quiero sangria. Me gusta la paella. I love dining at Senor Carlos and Don Quixote's. Spanish lyrics and music rock my world. Even if they don't usually sing in Spanish. One of my favorite CDs is Boyz II Men's Dos where they sang most of the II album and other hits in Spanish. I scoured Orlando for that CD when I heard of its existence.
And I think I was the only one here in Calgary who even knew who the Barrio Boyzz were. I loved them.
If you asked my friends which cop I had the hots for on New York Undercover they'd most likely say Malik Yoba. And truth be told, I do like black guys, too.
But my crush on New York Undercover was Michael DeLorenzo.
Did you know he was one of Michael Jackson's back-up dancers in the Beat It video? It's true.
And Mike Vitar (who played Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez on The Sandlot) is gooooooorgeous.
I have
An equation
1 Leah needing to let off some steam + 1 gym + 1 Black Eyed Peas' Elephunk CD = 1 amazing kickass workout session.
The best I've had in a really long time.
I knew Elephunk would make a terrific workout soundtrack...finally "borrowed" it out of my brother's collection after several requests for a loan of the album.
I definitely need to get myself a copy.
Perspective
I had an encounter today, much like the one Ryan had with the homeless man and the two dollar toy boat.
Yesterday, a customer of mine bought a Derek Alexander hobo bag after ogling it and humming and hawing over it. She seemed pretty happy with it and I was excited for her, as I always am when someone buys a hot new purse. (I know. I'm a nerd.)
She came back a few hours later, feeling guilty over spending so much money on herself, and opted for a clearance Franco Sarto bag. Again, the bag was hot, but she still seemed a bit on the fence about the price tag. It was obvious to me that she wasn't as thrilled with this purse as the Derek Alexander she was returning in exchange for it...but it was more practical, her words, and so she could justify this one a bit more.
The poor woman came back today and looked embarassed as she asked to return the Franco Sarto bag. It turns out she couldn't justify buying it...not with figuring out finances with her two c
Poof
Zak said I was worrying too much. Sadly, now I'm even more of a worry-wart.
Guys suck. I've never ever said that before, but I'm really feeling it now.
And I know that I have "spies" who read my blog who are just going to gloat over how crappy my situation is right now, but I don't care. I'm not going to hide how I'm feeling just to avoid giving you the satisfaction. This is my blog, my thoughts, and it wouldn't be right for me to censor myself on here.
So yeah, if you haven't guessed it already, that guy from last week? Gone. Not even a week. Didn't even get to our second date. How do you like that? And for the first time in my life, I can actually say I've been hurt.
Yay, congratulations to mr. guy *throws confetti in the air* He succeeded in getting me down. I think what hurts the most is I have no clue what went wrong. No clue! I thought everything was going so well. For once I liked somebody who (I thought
Getting picked off
All three of us were sitting in the car outside her house and we talked about what the future may hold for each one of us someday. We compared ourselves to those who were already coupled off, and we swore that we would all make time for one another even when some guy had wiggled their way into our lives.
I don't know if it was just one of those pacts that you make as a part of conversation, but to me it meant a lot. I'm going to stay true to my end of the bargain.
Since we had that conversation we've all dated a bit, but not to the extent where it would keep us away from our friends.
Fridays are a girl-bonding tradition. Sometimes we swap it up for a Saturday, but either way there's some girl-time at least once a week.
So I was a bit miffed that my friend gave me permission to blow off our Friday out if I wanted to spend time with the new guy.
I would never flake on my friend-time! How could she think that I would want to?
And he called th
Brand me
Yes, another story about buying stuff. What can I say, it's what I do best.
I still had a 50 dollar Sears gift card from my days as a travel counsellor. Needless to say, I've been itching to spend it but I wanted to get something substantial with it. I don't know what it is with Sears but their clothes are generally crap. I love my store a lot better (as it should be) but if not clothes then what could I get with my gift card? They have terrible shoe brands, I've got enough perfume and such to last me eons, they don't have cute underwear (again, with the crappy clothing)...I was stuck.
I almost spent it on a new Guess? purse...but as fate would have it when I went back to buy it it was already sold, which is just as well.
At least their watch selection is impressive. My store doesn't sell Swatch, but for some inexplicable reason Sears does. Other than that, they carry the same brands as us it's just a matter of selection at any given tim
Retail therapy
Yeah, I love working at the store. Some days it's like one big water cooler. Sure there's catty gossip at times, opportunities to vent about ridiculous customers, chances to get each other's opinions on some items you're eyeing to buy. But you also get that sisterly (and sometimes brotherly, though in my area there have only been maybe 5 guys that have worked with us) bond as if you've all been friends since high school...even though some of them may still be in high school. :)
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C: "So, how'd your date go the other night?"
L: "I thought it went great! And it's kind of weird 'cuz he's sort of not my type, but a lot about him IS my type."
C: "It's those that aren't your type that end up working out."
L: "How do you figure that?"
C: "You give those you want a lot of influence over you, and that could potentially give them the opportunity to treat you like s
You've got the cutest little baby face.
Aqua_angel wasn't kidding when she said Sunny Girl was perfect. She is amazing.
I have never seen such brightly colored eyes. But I suppose that would be expected of me given my nationality. Even my little half-Filipino cousins have brown eyes. I think for them to have blue eyes would be an absolute fluke.
And she's so tiny! Lana was never that small even on the day she was born. Sunny Girl is absolutely precious. Hopefully the pizza we brought over will save the tired parents from a bit of cooking. We were also there when the proud grandfather came for a visit...I only wish that I could see my parents so ecstatic someday. My goodness they're just a perfect little family! One can't help but feel jealous. Jealously happy? Could there be such an emotion?
Anyway, I'm sure we're all looking forward to the Christening. I've already plugged it into my dayplanner!
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard..."
That has nothing to do with this post. It's just stuck in my head.
I really want that Nine West purse. Why couldn't they have had it when I was in Seattle drooling all over the Nine West store? Huh? *sigh*
Anyway, don't mind me. Any single girls want my buddy, Mijo? Haha, can't believe I'm offering to pimp out my friend.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to report that there shall be a second date with the guy from Monday. (I've got no clever nickname for him on the blog yet.) The pace is a bit, how should I put it, yowza . I mean, 24 hours hadn't even passed since our first one and he calls already and asks for a second one. Whatever happened to waiting a couple of days before calling them again? What happened to playing it cool?
I don't even talk to my friends - MY FRIENDS! - everyday. This talking everyday bit is seriously putting a kink in my routine. But I don't want
He's digging it.
I don't know about you, but I love having exclusive goodies. Cross-border shopping rocks when you want to distinguish your clothes from everyone elses. Relatives in far-away lands can hook you up with items you would never ever see at home in a gazillion years.
Look at this guy:
If you see him in the streets of L.A., bow down, 'cuz you can't get his clothes in your city. Your wonderful city may have its finger on the pulse of what's hot or passe this very moment, but he's got originality and exclusivity. And that rocks.
And it makes me so very happy. I've got hot pals, and they've got hot styles.
From hot pals to PayPal, I wish I had PayPal right now. (Had a sketchy experience with PayPal recently so I cancelled my account.) I really want this...very muchly.
Hot and exclusive to me...if I could just get my hands on it.
*sigh* At least my buddy's got it going on.
Sun is shining.
"Sun is shinin', the weather is sweet;
Make you want to move your dancin' feet:
To the rescue, here I am!
Want you to know, y'all, where I stand!" ~ Bob Marley
Admit it, my fellow Calgarians, today was a beautiful respite to the weather we've had in the past little while.
Good day for a job interview. It's not my dream job or anything, but it's more than what I get at the store. But can I put up with this position? They've given me till the end of the week to make up my mind. We shall see.
Ran into Posie downtown while I was wandering around post-interview. Lana's sick. :( I had some hotcakes from McDonalds. Completely forgot that hotcakes only smell good. These are low-grade pancakes. Posie's BLT bagel looked so much yummier, and I forgot to order a hash brown, too. *pouts*
And then I went to work and I was reminded of why I love my job. *sigh* I'm tempted, should I take this new job, to keep this o
Sunday Edition
I miss this little girl. I haven't seen my goddaughter Marie since the summer I took this picture. She was one then. She's 4 now. I haven't trekked out to Toronto in so long. If you live in the GTA and you see her could you please tell her I love her? Oh, and I guess you could say the same thing to my cousin, who would be the lass you see behind Marie in this picture.
So the CPBA season ended today. My Phenoms lost to NE Express, ending up 4th. And Club Pilipino (earlier I referred to them as Club Pinoy, my bad.) lost to Sovereign making Sovereign the season champs. That's all fine and good with me. Like I've said, Club Pilipino play dirty and I can't stand them for that.
How dirty, you ask?
So dirty that during the final minute of the game, when they were trailing by 3 points, they bodychecked a Sovereign player in a moment of desperation. The poor player flew into the crowd.
THERE IS NO CHECKING IN BASKETBALL! WHAT DO YOU THINK