Thursday, January 29, 2009

oh what a night

The other weekend my girlfriend called and asked if I wanted to come over and watch the Canucks game with her and her boyfriend. I, having nothing better to do decided that would be fun. The Canucks lost and we decided to hit up a pub or restaurant.

We arrived at Moxies and got sat, where her boyfriend told the waitress he didn't want a menu. Then he left the table for a few minutes. While he was gone we decided we wanted to get some appies so we ordered, thinking he didn't want anything since he rejected his menu. Well when he got back to the table he freaked out that we had ordered without him. We apologized and then the couple continued to fight.

It was not fun. I was sitting there awkwardly trying to make the peace but it didn't work. Her boyfriend walked out and left. She was obviously upset, so she had a few tequila shots and we decided to go to the bar to drink and dance our problems away.

The whole time we had been there a couple was in the booth across from us acting all lovey-dovey. Once my friend's boyfriend left the girl came to our table and asked if they could buy us a drink. Well of course we obliged! And had some shooters too! Then we all left and our new friends drove us to Sharks Club... Where they bought us even more drinks!

It was like being on vacation, how you make friends with random couples... but we were in good ol' Lang-town!

Once the night ended they even drove us home. It was great!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


I watched the movie Dedication the other day because it was on TV and I had nothing else to do. I had never heard of it which leads me to believe it was probably a straight-to-DVD release, which gives you an idea of how good it was. It was at parts boring, weird and predictable and it also had the worst score ever. The background music was of a screechy girl making annoying sounds throughout almost the entire movie. So why am I blogging about it you ask? I guess I was in a strange mood while I watched it and it made me think.

First off: Is Billy Crudup good looking? I spent the whole movie trying to decide. The jury is still out. Mandy Moore is his co-star. She's pretty hot. For a big girl.
So then there were these two quotes that I actually really liked:

1. "Life is nothing but the occasional burst of laughter rising above the interminable wail of grief."

2. "Life is nothing but the echo of joy disappearing into the great chasm of misery."

Couldn't have said it better myself angry writer guy!

And this is the other thing that I got thinking about. Grand Gestures. You know... there's a couple and then they fight and break up and then the guy has to do something really impressive to win the girl back in time for the closing credits. In the case of this movie it was the dude searching through an entire beach for a special rock to give the girl (hmm isn't that the same plot as one of those penguin movies?) Anyways he gave it to her before she married another guy and then they lived happily ever after. Grand Gestures always get the ladies.

I want a Grand Gesture. I want a guy to go out of his way to do something nice for me. I want a guy to fly across the continent to surprise me. I want a guy to track down something I really like for me. In high school a boyfriend at the time and I were driving through the Matsqui prarie to the movies when he made me pull over and slow dance with him. I will never forget that. At this point I'm impressed when a guy calls me to tell me that he's going to be late. If he remembers something important and calls to wish me good luck that's super bonus points. I know it's a lot to ask... but I'd like a guy to love me enough to do something crazy.

Disclaimer: I have to like the guy... otherwise doing these things would be creepy. I know... I don't make things easy for you fellas.

Name Frames

It all started with this:

A few years ago as I was sitting in physics class (college, not high school... it wasn't THAT long ago) and obviously I was bored. It was physics. To entertain us one of the guys started to make all our names out of pretzels which for some reason fascinated me, so I kept mine and framed it.

Fast forward hmmm 5 years (ok maybe it WAS a long time ago) and my friend Cerina commented that she liked it. So it gave me an idea for Christmas. This is what I made her:

Then it got me thinking that I needed to make this for everyone, and really personalize it. For Cerina I would have ideally made it out of Twix, but I don't think that's really summer-friendly. Next came Teddy's. If he is known for anything it's being an asking-for-gum-whore. Take a look:

After Ted's I made Jaelene's. Jaelene LOVES Sephora. A Sephora store is like a mothership pulling in its baby Jae. So this is what I made her:

Lastly, I made Dawna-the-Starbucks-lover's. To make this one I had to face the rage of an angry Starbucks manager because their stir sticks are apparently not for "arts and crafts." Hmm I heard today that 'bucks is doing a huge downsizing. Good luck biotch! Anyhoo here's hers:

Next I'm thinking of making one for my girlfriend's birthday. I don't think I can stop 'til everyone has one, I just love 'em!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

New Years '09

I've decided someting. New Years is the most over-rated holiday ever. Know why? 'Cause you plan for it too much. Every time I plan on getting wasted I either a) have a few drinks and then don't really feel like drinking anymore, or b) end up so wasted I puke and want to sleep. Neither are very fun.

Plus there's the paying like 50 bucks to get into a club that usually costs $10 or I don't ususally pay to get into anyways. Then there's the incessant waiting for a cab and running around downtown Vancouver freezing my ass off in a lil dress, waving my arms and screaming "Over here!"

I usually hit up a pub for New Years... I like the free champagne at midnight and the noisemakers and the stupid, sparky hats. This year I went to a fancy party at a hotel, barely heard the countdown cus the DJ didn't even bother announcing it, and you needed a drink ticket to get a measly ounce of champagne. There were also way too many old people there (well by old I mean like 35 but it's a party!) The old people would have been acceptable had they not been making out on the stairs, in line, at the coatcheck and everywhere else I turned.

Next year I need to go to a house party. Maybe I'll have one if I can drag my friends' asses out to Langley. What do you guys think? We can raid my parent's liquor cabinet, just like the old days!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

bun in the oven

I was wakened early this morning (well it was around 10:30) by a random text from my sister. It said something like this:

"I had a dream last night that you got pregnant by some guy with a wife and you wanted him to leave her and I was crying at work."

Wow... must have been a realistic dream... 'cause I'm getting SO much these days! Especially from other people's husbands :P

Sunday, January 18, 2009


It was kinda nice that I finished school on the 16th so I could enjoy Christmas. It's just not that fun anymore unless you are a kid, or have kids though. Next year I just wanna have Christmas on a beach with a froofy drink in a bikini.

I did kinda clean up for presents though, so that was a plus. I got a fuzzy blanket and some CDs and books, and an awesome spa certificate for a massage, facial, mani and pedi. My parents also paid for me to take my certification board exam since I'm such a broke ass.

We had Christmas dinner at my aunts. Well let me tell you, pushing the car through the snowy slush was worth the dinner. She had turkey and ham, as well as 2 kinds of stuffing, brussels with bernaise, mashed potatoes, yams and green beans. Probably the best Christmas dinner I had ever eaten.

Staying true to form my grandma got me something really ugly: fleece pants with a white and purple harlequin-type diamond print. Damn it if they aren't comfy though!

I didn't smoke a doobie though this Christmas, which had sort of become a tradition.


After school ended I became bored and depressed. Being snowed in didn't help. I missed all the people just being around all the time. I missed having something to do. (Although I didn't miss studying.) I missed pho. I started sleeping in til 12 and then taking a nap, because there was nothing else to fill my day. It's kinda pathetic really. Now I'm sick. That doesn't help matters. My life is kinda sad these days.

Another bad date? Noooo that would never happen to me!

Oh yes it would!

I had been talking to this guy around November/December and we were supposed to go out one night for dinner. He was from Burnaby and said that he didn't mind coming out to Langley and for me to pick a spot. I told him to meet me at 7 at the Milestones on Highway 10 and 200th street. I figured that was easy to find and he didn't want directions.

I get there at about 7:05 and give him a call to see where he was. Well he was up near Colossus Theatre driving around looking for Milestones. I was like "Ummm you're like 10-15 mins away... Did you look it up on the internet?" and he says he did. Well apparently map reading is a skill he doesn't yet possess.

So I give him directions from there. I tell him to take a left at Willowbrook Drive which is after 64th and that there's a McDonalds on the corner. Pretty easy.

He calls me again 10 mins later and asks "If I hit the train tracks did I go too far?" Hell yeah you did buddy! So then he turned around and on the way back had to wait for the fricking train! I told him that he's super close and he will see the HSBC on the corner and it's in that parking lot.

As I'm waiting I'm getting really annoyed. He didn't want my help in the first place, and then when I give him simple directions he can't even follow them? Come on! I was thinking about just leaving when he called back: "So... It's by the HSBC?" YEP... that's what I told you 60 seconds earlier is it not?

So after showing up like 25 minutes late he apologizes and tells me that since he was later dinner's on him. I wanted to say "It was on you anyways" since HE did ask ME to dinner... but I kept it in.

Part of dinner was ok. I had a coupon for a free appy and we had cajun popcorn shrimp which were amazing and then I had seafood pasta which was also good. Unfortunately the conversation didn't fulfill me as much as the eats. He kept asking me questions I'd answered before and when a guy doesn't listen to me it's one of my pet peeves.

We ended the date with him wanting to hang out and me saying I had to go. He called me a few days later. Needless to say I didn't return the call.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

2 days 2 dates

Bachelor #1 - Friday
Cute and smart med student
Likes to read
Laughs when I beak him off

Bachelor #2 - Saturday
Cute and knows a lot of the same people I do
Abby boy
A lot of fun

I met up with buddy at the Joey's downtown and it was super busy so we headed to Earl's instead, sat at the bar and had a few appies and drinks. I love Earl's martinis... Wild Orchid=Yum. We had so much fun. I just felt like it was one of those days I was totally "on" and just being SO funny. I spent like the whole time making fun of him. We talked about everything: books, our families, school. He would let little inuendos slip, which is usually a good sign. He was pretty cute too except he was wearing this horrid necklace. I told myself that if he wears it on our next date I'll be like "So did someone make that for you?" and hear the story and if it seems to mean something to him forget it, and if he just got it at a flea market to say "That is the ugliest thing I've ever seen, I forbid you to wear it again." At one point I left to go to the bathroom and when I came back he was like "Ok I'll walk you to your car now." I was like "Uh-oh what did I say?" but I'm pretty sure I said nothing wrong so maybe he's just a bit of a social retard. He walked me to my car and told me he really wants to hang out again, but that he has finals coming up (as did I) and it would be a few weeks, but that he'd be in touch. We FB messaged back and forth for a bit, but then it fizzled. I guess 3 weeks apart when you barely know each other is not exactly a good relationship builder. As they say: Absence makes the heart grow absent.

Buddy numero deux picked me up at my house where we headed to Brown's Social House. I hadn't had dinner, and he had, so we ordered some chili chicken to share and had a few drinks. He then decided we needed some shots. Well, it's a date, not a night at the bar, but I figured why not. After a few more drinks we decided we needed something to do, so I suggested we hit up my house for a little Wii and Guitar Hero action. He agreed, but not without first asking me if we had booze there. We got home and played some bowling and I mixed up some cocktails. About 10 minutes later he needed a refill. At this point I'm pretty drunk due to like 4 drinks and a shooter on lack of dinner, so I refrained. We then headed downstairs to play some tunes. For some reason I could NOT get my Playstation to work which was pissing me off (I later discovered that the little FOB thing wasn't attached grr). So... we headed back upstairs. His friends had been calling him over the course of the night to tell him that they first were at T-Bars (to which he told me I knew I wanted to go) and then they headed to Shark Club. He wanted us to go meet up with them. I wasn't really in the mood to hang out with like 6 guys so I declined and told him to go if he wanted to, 'cause I was tired anyways. I suggested we could just chill and watch a movie. Well, he went. He then proceeded to call me at like 2:30 in the morning and wake me up to ask if he should come over. I was like "I'm sleeping!!" and hung up. You left me... you get no booty call! Here's a hint for next time buddy: pay a little more attention to the girl, and a little less attention to your need to get drunk.

Out of 2 dates in 2 days nothing really worked out. The moral of the story: I'm definitely not cut out to be a P.I.M.P.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

poem shmoem numero deux

I challenged a guy to write me a poem with my name in it that didn't include the words smell or hell. Yep... It's harder than you think! This is what he came up with:

your name does repel
sadness that does dwell
in the pit of our stomachs
like a bottomless well

your thought may quell
our fears and dispel
any uncertainties from our minds
like a tight prison cell

What do you think? Not too shabby!

poem shmoem

Disclaimer: I didn't write this, and I don't know who did. So props to them and if it's you please don't sue me. Also, I just realized it's not really a poem (duh), but I don't know what to call it instead. I just like it:

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to understand that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.

You begin to accept your defeats but with your head held high and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

You learn to build your roads today...because tomorrow’s too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much... So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, that you really do have worth, and that you really learn and learn...with every goodbye...learn.

The Sad Truth About Seniors... They Croak

As most of you know a requirement of me passing dental hygiene school was to do 104 hours of slave labour/advertising for my school... oh I mean VOLUNTEERING! Throughout my time doing this I worked at a wide variety of places with an even wider variety of people.

Some that I really enjoyed were the Vancouver Marathon ushering participants at the massage section because I got a free 40 minute massage while I was supposed to be working. It was great.

I also really enjoyed the Reilly Park Community Festival. There were so many volunteers that I barely had to do anything but walk around and eat different ethnic food all day (Indian, Vietnamese num num) and get my caricature taken. I urge anyone from Van to go to this... the food is amazing and CHEAP!

But... the one that will stick in my head forever is the South Granville Senior's Center bazaar. They put these on 2-3 times a year and there are garage sale items, and knit shit grannies made and cheap lunch. They also have a tonne of books at 50 cents each and I buy a box each time. It's like having a Chapters-Indigo card but better.

Anyways... working with the seniors can be... interesting. We all know that the way things have been done since the 1950's is the correct way to do things, right! Or feel the wrath of the old biddies!

At my most recent volunteer experience there something a little crazy happened. Two friends and I were on the advertising committee... meaning I walked around and handed out fliers and they jerked around and shopped. (I was gonna say jerked off but that's just wrong haha).

We got back to the center and the lady in charge was outside crying. We asked her why... and she said that there was a lady inside and they think she's dead. Well, she turned out to be dead all right... on the toilet. People had been using that bathroom for a half hour wondering what the hold up was while there was a dead person in the next stall. She had probably stroked out... while ummm "straining."

I know this is a senior's center and things like this are bound to happen... but it was sad because she didn't have ID on her and wasn't a regular at the center so no one recognized her. So... there was a good chance she attended because I gave her a flier! *Sniff sniff*

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Ghosts, Goblins and Idiot Boyfriend

Halloween was a bit of a shit show. Me and "Nick Lachey" had gotten tickets to go to Caprice with some of his peeps and my friends Cerina and Teddy were supposed to come too. Cerina and I had planned to go as 80's aerobics instructors... me neon pink, her fluorescent yellow. Anyways, those dumbass friends of mine waited too long to get tix and unfortunately didn't make it out. Too bad... they might have saved my sanity later on.

I met Nick at his house where he was getting ready. He was going as the Joker from the Dark Knight... nurse dress and all. I did his makeup for him and I must say I did a fantastic job. There were probably 3-4 jokers there that night and his was the best costume. I normally don't show pics of the guys I blog about... mainly because I don't wanna get sued for libel haha... but since he is in disguise I will break that rule one time. His makeup looked better before he got wasted and smudged it up.

On the way to the club we had a few drinks in the car. He actually brought limes and a knife in his backpack to do tequila shooters. Smart move or drunkass move? The jury is still out. By the time we hit the parking lot he was WASTED. And I mean not just drunk... but so drunk he was yelling stupid comments (about parts of a girl that might smell a lil fishy) and talking to bums and acting like he was literally retarded. I kinda felt like a babysitter.

Luckily a few of his friend that I knew got there before us so we hopped into line with them and I hung out with them most of the night... because Nick was off with his sister taking pics with almost every girl in the club. And in EVERY pic he was throwing up a peace sign. ALL of them. I mean yeah... everyone wishes they were Asian sometimes, but keep it to a minimum!

We're sitting at our table just chilling... and my drink is about halfway empty. This girl we were with who I don't know throws her used gum into my drink. I'm like "Ummm hey! I was only halfway done my drink!" and she's like "Oh... Sorry." She didn't offer to buy me a new drink or anything and her friend was looking at me like "I can't believe she just did that." I state: "OK! Next round's on you!" but she apparently still didn't get it. Oh well.

As the night night progressed I saw Nick a few times. Eventually I had enough and sat texting my friends in the corner all night. Finally we took off and were going to get some food... I really wanted Su Hangs (spelling??) but instead just went through a drive thru.

We got back to Nick's house where I was supposed to sleep over and instead I just grabbed my shit and left.

He didn't call me, I didn't call him... and that was the end of that.

Happy Halloween!