cankles

cankles: when there is no definition b/w calf and ankles.

this heat is making me swell up like a balloon. i feel absolutely fat. my toes look like little piggies, my ankles look like they belong to a 60 yr old women with osteoporosis, and my belly looks like it did before i got fit and toned :(

i cherish the cool temperature and rain. please come back so i can return to my younger more rejuvenated self.

nostalgic angst

i feel absolutely gutted when i see other people's photos of their trips to italy. it's like remembering a past away loved one, except not b/c italy's a place not a person and italy will always be there... but still, it's just so far away, that using the dead loved one as a metaphor seems quite fitting.

the perfect ceaser

took 20 mins to make yesterday.

what took so long?

finding the right side to use on 2 different graters
grating the horseradish
debating about the best way on squeezing a lime
squeezing limes
finding a place to put the vodka after it was poured into the glass before it was rimmed
looking for the rimming equipment
figuring out how to open a tightly sealed can of pickeled asparagus
a debate on what type of glass to use. tall vs short. (tall was used, but short won due to height of asparagus)
using 2 different digital cameras to try to capture this perfect, finalized moment of the perfect ceasar

really?

like .. really?

dynamic tower

"...who has never built a sky-scraper before..."

final thoughts

so sitting here, blogging, and browsing the net, didn't make me feel as much of a loser as i thought it would. i think i've entertained myself enough to compensate for at least half a day's waste of doing nothing.

i am tired. helen has to sleep. ciao

match maker

seeing as how difficult it is to seek quality guys, i've already seeked out a quality girl, based purely on the superficial. as you all know, i like the judge a book by it's cover (this all said with a wry, witty voice).

qualities of girl to my right: she has a powerbook, from unintentionally overhearing her conversation, she is a graphic designer who works in a magnificent studio loft in east van. she has a blog (ya okay, so i peeked over, can't help it if she's 6 inches away). she's wearing what appears to be a mackage jacket, very cute outfit, she doesn't look like those annoying asian girls i can't stand (and no i don't mean myself). she said to her friend on the phone she does not date friends' exes. QUALITYYYYY

future quality guy in vancouver, please see potential in her.

perhaps i'll moonlight as a match maker, my office can be at blenz, i'll be a poser acting as a student, but really i'll be secretly seeking out quality people and blog about their quality superficial elements.

quality

quality girl seeking quality guy.

b/c of current drama, i have come to the point where i'm starting to think that i am not attracting quality guys. why are all the bad quality, (inequality?) guys coming out of the woodwork at the same time? i only have 2 hands, i can only juggle .5 of a bad quality guy.

am i a bad quality girl therefore i'm attracting bad quality guys? is this how it works? i give off some vibe that says hey all douchebags, losers, nothing to offer me guys, seek me out b/c i'm desperate?!

should i hold up a sign, as i walk around, quality girl seeking only quality guys?

studente

i don't understand how anybody gets any work done in this coffee shop. i'm not dissing blenz, it's awesome if you are a bored little girl with no friends around and want to sit somewhere in public to blog rather than vegetate home, BUT, SERIOUSLY, it's so loud in here, i don't believe that a single person with a book open looking as though they are studying for school is seriously studying.

if i combined all students that are 'studying' i wonder what their, at the moment, GTA would be.

probably higher than what mine ever was!

an ode to a douchebag

dear douchebag,

please stop calling, please stop texting, please please please stop facebook poking me. what part of me ignoring all points of contact do you not understand? you were a mistake, a god awful mistake of my pass that i want to erase from my mind.

why... have you been thinking about me a lot lately? why... would you love it if i gave you a shout some time?

want to know why i want nothing to do with you? despite your superficial awesome good looks, and on the surface caring demeanor, inside you are nothing, but an egotistical, small, desperate boy constantly seeking attention from willing, affection seeking girls. i am not that girl anymore.

please stop contacting me.

anticipation

in anticipation for my european adventure, i'm hoping one leg of the trip will become a before sunrise moment, and seeing as how i'm heading into vienna, where the plot took place in, with a friend of potential attraction, outlook is looking quite good.

i secretly gleam with anticipation.

no manners

what would you say if someone all of a sudden reached down between your chair and someone else's, at eye level with your toes, to unplug a power plug? um... how about a little 'excuse me' instead of trying to keep wrenching at it and making me feel as though my personal space around my feet were being invaded. mhhh? is that a little difficult?

diagrams

i'm sitting, bar style, facing the window, i turn in my chair to stretch and lo and behold, over my left shoulder, a girl, who presumably is studying biology of sorts, was looking a a biological diagram of a penis. lovely. that shape seems to be recognizable no matter how broken down it's form is.

EDIT: 20 mins later... i just turned around and glanced that the girl is wearing a little miss curious t-shirt... HAH yes yes i am immature, but i thought it was ironic. oh boo hoo u, she looked like a nice girl, i'm not knocking that!

seo power

did you know, if you typed in imdb.com in google search, the SECOND link is the link to the IRONMAN movie page on imdb.com?! talk about the power of SEO.

HAH, the guy beside me is coding on a mac. oh java... how i do not miss thee

bouna sera

i am bored. bored. bored. bored out of my mind. much to my dismay, but not surprise, ALL my friends who i can easily call upon to hang out with, are currently unavailable to entertain the likes of me.

i am bored. it is a gorgeous day, scratch that, it WAS a gorgeous day, turning into a great evening as i approach 10pm.

so instead of mulling on my ass in front of my computer at home, i'm mulling on my ass, drinking hot chocolate, in front of my computer at the 24/7 blenz... and obviously, blogging.

the original plan was to mull on my butt with no computer at chapters. to creep upon the romance section, to see what dirty, but tasteful girl porn i can dig out, and then maybe fantasize about some european adventures in the travel section. instead, i get there, and it's closed. boourns indeed.

i don't know if it's the weather that's making us all so restless, but even my dad was throwing a small hissy fit at home and threatened to go watch a movie by himself. my mind, turned to mush from a day of doing nothing, was slow to respond. luckily, my mum realized he was serious and went with him. so by then, i'm still lying there in my pjs and in my robe, watching repeats of so you think you can dance, i realized i needed to get the hell out of the house so i don't turn into a bonafide couch potato.

hence, therefore, henceFORTH (ah HAH) i am now a bonafide student poser at blenz with my laptop.

more to come in due time.

lonely girl seeking company

boy, is it ever hard to be a single girl with not many friends in a beautiful city on a gorgeous day.

i don't have any more tennis for 2 weeks. i feel like my world is going to drop out and swollow me whole. it might as well, at least i would have some company, albeit questionable company, while i wait until july.

let's take stock of what available girlfriends i have to call on.

1 - bf, family, bf bf bf
2 - bf, works weekends, bf bf bf, never calls anymore
3 - bf, works weekends, family
4 - family, family, obligated to spend time with family on weekends
5 - bf, not in the country

accordinging to my list, maybe if i was someone's bf i might have a life!

damn u sun, making me feel obligated to enjoy your warmth on some patio! bring on the rain so i can hibernate in bed with a good book without feeling the guilt.

flamenco good

is it just or me or does anybody else think that the male flamenco dancer on, my favourite show, so you think you can dance elimination episode was like a wiggly/jiggly/vibrating piece of sexiness on 2 legs? i couldn't tear my eyes away from those pecs...

and yes it IS 1am and i DO have a problem with sleeping!!

germs

damn u allergies. i just sneezed. sneezed big. bodily fluid came out and i just touched the mouse.

i hope i just made you think twice before touching a mouse on a public computer.

dangerous liaisons

i feel like the 'virgin' in my team as they remind me of the characters from dangerous liaisons, except instead of 2 people, it's a group of 4. and in their sick little way, the stuff they do, they stuff they say, is okay amongst their little band of 4, but amongst 'regular' people with morals, beliefs, and quite frankly with a self-respect for their own body, they would be consider pagans.

i work with a bunch if pagans. god help my soul and body not become so corrupted i become one of these immorally insane people. (except, i don't believe in god, but you get the idea)

and i thought i was a dirty little lush, apparently i have nothing on team 'dangerous liaisons'

EXCITED!!!!!!

even more excited for my trip as my friend is excited to have me in austria. we're not just buming around linz, we'll be going to vienna as well YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

boring blog post, but i'm just so excited that bouncing in my chair at work doesn't seem to do it justice. the internet universe must know as well.

"tu sei molto carino"

nothing like a good ol' 10 mins of flirting with an italian ex-coworker to make a gal feel special again.

ahh... facebook chat, how handy you've become. grazie! hehe *blush & giggles*

seriously?

backstreet boys are coming to town on sept 4.

seriously?!

i had to quadruple read my pre-sale email to remember who the backstreet boys even were! oh sigh... 2000... the year of boy bands.

sex

i finally watched the sex and the city movie today.

i feel as though my life as been fulfilled...

except for the part where i haven't lived thru my 30's where i'm suppose to be scandalously debauched by gorgeous men... well i guess that's what the tv series is for. my fantasy.

no drama

well friday the 13th passed without drama. though i'm not sure if drinking at 3pm at work would count as getting into trouble (i was influenced into it!)... sigh... i really need to know when to stop drinking around the ppl i work with. i know, it's not ME to be such a lush, but when else do i get to act like a silly 20 something yr old?

gasp

tomorrow is friday the 13th. i hope i can stay out of trouble.

not so gutted

okay, so to counteract tonight's lost of my secret other half, i do have happy news to report.

I BOOK MY FLIGHT!!!

euro bound i am. i'm so excited, i could hardly contain myself at work, bouncing in my chair, more so than usual!