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| ++Right now |
| 09.30.05 (10:59 am) [edit] |
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Some butter chicken would be really nice. Mild butter chicken with naan is where it's at. I've been reading reference material on SharePoint Server 2003, and it's so dry. All these terms they use for the same thing is making my head spin. All I want to do is sleep or work out right now. But at least there is birthday cake in half an hour. |
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| ++I can barely see |
| 09.29.05 (7:36 pm) [edit] |
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The optometrist appointment was not bad. But it always takes too long for those drops' effects to pass. Everything is out of focus and a little bright right now, so this blog entry won't be very long, and there will be no trip update for tonight. There are just a few days remaining! I think my right eye has gotten a little weaker, but my prescription won't be changing. I must remember to ask for that piece of paper the next time I go in just in case I get new glasses. Today turned out kind of interesting. I used to say food and sex were my biggest weaknesses. I'm not sure if that's really related to what about I'm to say. So, the Handyman messaged me today. He's now back from his honeymoon. He wants to see me. I figured he'd stop that kind of nonsense after the wedding. I said to myself "no more taken men" and I really don't want karma to bite me in the ass even though I thought that already happened with the P Man. I used to feel that if I didn't pursue a taken guy, it'd be okay because if he wanted to be unfaithful, that was his problem. But now, I'm not sure I feel completely that way. I can't ignore I'd be part of the problem. He's not said anything about sex. He wants to hang and make out (or maybe it's everything but). In the past, he's not wanted to do the deed. I guess by not doing it, maybe he felt he wasn't cheating. But after every time he saw me, he'd feel guilty. And I never initiated anything; I just didn't say no. He calls me forbidden fruit. Says I always pop into his head. Why would I even consider him? Because I am not interested in getting close to him nor do I have to worry about his feelings. I know he'd not leave his wife, and I don't want him that way. So it'd be just companionship. However, my issue is that he's taken. I dunno. The rules so far is that if either wants to stop at any time, it'll be do-able. No dates. Hanging out is okay. We'll talk later. And I just had a conversation with an older male cousin. He makes me roll my eyes a lot. He's always talking about partying, partying, partying, drinking, meeting chicks. He has this great girlfriend who moved down to California for him like 5 years ago. He's talking about liking meeting new people because his [closest] friends are married. He likes meeting chicks. And chicks are his word :roll: And then he thinks I should be just like him. Go to bars and meet men. Yeah, I think that's a *great* idea. :roll: I finally heard from my dad tonight. I couldn't get a hold of him a couple of nights ago nor did he reply to my email. Turns out he was out of town AGAIN and did not tell me. :x I told him he should have told me that he was away. I gave him a piece of mind the last time he did that to me. :x :x :x :x :x How am I supposed to know if he's dead? And what if I need to get a hold of him because of an emergency?? This post has turned into a vent. I just have one left. I don't get the C Man. My little birdie's most likely right advising me that the C Man is a little lonely and would like a little companionship and some action and nothing more from me. Whenever we get together, he tries to make a move. Or maybe he thought I was blowing him off. He has a birthday thing tomorrow night. I guess he had invited me to go, but I already had plans to help a friend move. He told me this yesterday. Then he asked about getting together tonight, but I already had that appointment after work and dinner with my mom. I called him to cancel tonight because I couldn't see very well. So towards the end of our conversation, he was like "tomorrow's casual. If you come, you come" or "see you if you come." It felt more like "if you come, see you. If you don't come, I won't be hurt by it." |
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| ++Never thought I'd be this way |
| 09.29.05 (7:40 am) [edit] |
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When did I become interested in shoes?? I have no room left in my closet. Today, I'm wearing shoes that don't even fit and are terribly uncomfortable. Why?? Because I thought they were the cutest things ever. I knew they'd be too big when I bought them. I figured I'd get some padding to put in later. Later hasn't come yet, but I'm still wearing these. I think they're 3" heels, but maybe they're higher considering the shoes I wore yesterday are apparently 3.5" high. *sigh* My only excuse is that I am wearing opened toed shoes before winter hits. And my toenails still have nail polish on them. |
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| ++Tonight |
| 09.28.05 (9:04 pm) [edit] |
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I think tonight will be a good sleep since I ran for like half an hour today. I just hope my body can adjust. This is the postcard from Bath that I sent myself: [i]Sept. 13, 2005 Dear Rosie, We spent the last couple of days doing sightseeing and shopping. It wasn't until yesterday that we started asking for the VAT refund forms from shops. D'oh! I have spent enough to make it worth my while to get some $ back. My bank card stopped working today, too.:( [/i] [For some reason, my bank card did not work in Bath, and it was only in Bath!] [i]In Bath, we saw the Roman baths & the costume museum (my fave) and got a tour on a bus.[/i] [When we were on the bus, I exclaimed, "oh, it's the Gaaaaardens" in my fake English accent, and the women in front of me turned around and looked at me. And when you say Bath in English English, it's not just Bath, it's Baaaaawwwwth. T says you have to sound constipated to sound English.] [i]I spent a bundle at Ann Summers again. The Cadbury Store was a disappointment but the ice-cream was good. We stayed at The Manor House B&B which was really nice. Carrying my backpack everywhere was hard work. I saw the thing on the front of the postcard, but I have no idea what it is. TTFN, Rosie[/i] T and I had a little bit of time to kill in Bath before going back to Paignton. This breakfast was more full than at the Beaver. There were corn flakes, but I don't remember if they were weird tasting or not; cardboard like toast, except for that egg-like bread; and fried eggs with bacon and a tomato. I had sure to snap a photo of the front of The Manor House before leaving just because it was so cute. T and I took a cab into town and we went to the Costume Museum. We bought a combo ticket when we went to the Baths. The museum was really interesting, and it had clothes from about the 1600s to present day. Fashion took a long time to change back in the day. When we saw the 1980s stuff, we didn't even feel it represented what we felt was the 80s. I wondered if the infamous J. Lo dress was a replica or what. We had a chance to try on corsets and dresses that were .... I forget from what era. The dresses were thin white cotton. We also saw the Assembly Rooms that were connected to the costumes. They fixed up the rooms. Back in the day, people danced, played cards, and attended concerts there. They seemed to be quite the events! Photography was not allowed in those rooms, though. We were originally going to do more sightseeing but we got sidetracked by the shops and trying to re-visit stores from where we'd already made purchases. We wanted to get those VAT refund forms! Tourists to Canada can also get a tax refund, but there are several rules to follow -- just like for the VAT refund. I wish Ann Summers had them. I spent about £200 at their stores collectively, I think. I was hoping to buy some stuff at the Cadbury store, but the stuff I wanted was cheaper at supermarkets, so I didn't buy anything except for an ice-cream cone. Maybe I had flake. But whatever flavour it was, I got some chocolate sauce on top. The sauce was nicely chilled by the time I paid for my cone. That was a messy eating experience. Then we bussed back to Paignton. We had to switch buses in Exeter, and on our way there, the bus had picked up so many students. They were all quite stinky. Actually, there were a lot of stinkiness in England. I guess you can't help sweating when you're there; it was quite hot. T and I got stinky, too. Peee-yew. We had planned on having dinner before going back to Mrs. H's, so she wouldn't have to make any special arrangements for us. I would have really liked to get some Chinese "takeaway," but T didn't want any Chinese food. Even me telling her there was an Indian place right next door didn't work. Luckily, the Chinese place was closed, or else I would have been mad...like I was thwarted another English experience. Anyway, we had to this pub, which seemed to have cheap food. And the place was always packed every time we passed it. We figured it must be something special. I had sausage and mash, and T had a pickle sandwich. I figured I should give bangers and mash a whirl since I was in England. But I don't even like sausage. I was hoping English sausage would change my mind, but it did not. The best part of my meal was the peas. I think the mash came from a box. And T had been craving dill pickles during the trip, so she was ecstatic when there was pickle and cheese sandwich on the menu. Anyhow, she was sooo disappointed. It was this greasy cheese sandwich with a little thing of relish on the side. Then we went back to Mrs. H's, and we chatted (probably for an hour at least). And that was the end of our Baaaawth adventure. |
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| ++Killing time with 25 questions |
| 09.28.05 (1:45 pm) [edit] |
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Everyone's doing it....What can I say? 1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? Chicken pox scar near my right eye. The scab fell off when I was healing. 2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM? Dust? I have one picture of an open window looking out to the sea. It's as wide as my bed and hanging on the wall right across from me. 3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE? It's a silver, scratched up flip phone with a crack in it. 4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO? Lately, it's been techno-ish or dance music. 5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN? Yes, 8:53 am. 6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? Rest. 7. WHAT DO YOU MISS AT TIMES? Being a child. 8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION? My brain? Or maybe my photos. Or maybe a passport, at this point in time. 9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL? Home baking or flowers or fresh cut grass or a freshly washed guy. 10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC? No, I don't think so. But I don't like being enclosed. 11. IF YOU DIED TOMORROW: Who'd find my corpse? And would I be naked? 12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY? I don't know if it's possible to "make" any one cry. 13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME? None. I get bored of scents quickly. I was really liking Lancome's Attraction, but I'm not as attracted to it anymore. (Get it?? Attract? Attraction??!! I slay me!) 14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX? I don't care as long as it's not long. 15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT? I don't. 16. DO YOU LIKE PORN? Depends on the genre. :lol: 17. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD? I try hard to not anger people, so I can't remember. 18. DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE? Different as opposed to...? I speak English and Cantonese. 19. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU? I don't know. I don't like expressing my feelings to others. Sometimes I just tell them. Sometimes I do things to show I'm thinking of them, usually in the form of gifts. 20. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN? My mom's. 21. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST? Apathy from others. The folds in my flesh. 22. HAVE YOU EVER DONE A PRANK CALL? Yes, but never alone. 23. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY? Thinking of ways to avoid work. 24. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY? To kill time. 25. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL? It wouldn't matter to me since I don't drink. |
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| ++Baggy |
| 09.28.05 (6:26 am) [edit] |
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It's hump day and I have dark circles under my eyes. Why am I so tired? I'd better strive for earlier bed times. I picked up my Six Feet Under Seasons 3 and 4 from the post office today. And I am wearing new shoes!! They're fabulous! |
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| ++Din din |
| 09.27.05 (8:36 pm) [edit] |
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Tonight P and I grabbed some dinner. She's gotten into such great shape over the last 2 years. I'm envious, and seeing her results totally motivates me. While we were at dinner, there was a couple sitting at the table next to us. I couldn't place why the guy looked so familiar to me. I thought maybe I recognised him from a store he worked at or something. Then I realised I had gone out with him on a date. :lol: I don't remember his name, but I do remember he was a sweetheart, but there was no chemistry between us, and that I had originally thought he was too young for me. *yawn* Here's the latest trip update: [b]Day 11: Bath[/b] We took the bus to Bath today. This time I took only my spare backpack. I'm surprised it was quite full. My toiletries took up the most space. I wore my new cords in Bath, and I soon found out they were too big. I don't have wide hips, so often my bottoms slide down over time. I had to keep pulling up my pants all day long. They're comfy pants, though. I just wish they could stay up. It was a fairly long bus ride. We stopped at a couple of places. I can't remember if I slept most of the way or not. Anyway, as soon as we got there, we ate. I had my first Cornish pasty. I wonder if I took a photo of it. Anyway, I didn't care for it that much. The beef was overdone!! And the things was piping hot. So a Cornish pasty is this crescent shapped thing with a thick edge around the round part. It's traditionally filled with meat and potatoes with this pastry kind of crust on the outside. The thick crust was meant to be used as kind of a handle and was thrown away. Pasties were made for miners back in the day, and they had dirty hands. T and I took a tour of the Roman baths, which were pretty cool. The history was interesting, but I didn't feel there was that much to see. Then we hopped on one of the open top buses for a tour around the city. I couldn't really hear the guide, but I tried to take some photos. Here's one. Afterwards, T and I were ready for dinner. We passed by this Italian place, but it wasn't open yet, so we went and bought some groceries. By the time we were done, the restaurant was open. I can't remember what I bought that day, but I had a few bags of stuff. We had dinner at Martini Restaurant, and we went all out. I think our dinner came out to like £40 each. I started off with some focaccia bread, had a side of sauteed spinach, had risotto as my main (this was the only time on my trip where I did not finish my dinner!), and I had souffle for dessert. The evening was less busy and I could snap some unpolluted photos :wink: There were some buskers doing these Cirque du Soleil type acrobatics that night, and there was a bit of music going on, too. After dinner, we took a cab to our Bed and Breakfast. Our cab driver was so nice, too! He made sure we were at the right place and made sure we were safely inside before leaving. The B&B was really nice; it was an actual house. I got the king-sized bed. T was totally beat that night. She crashed right after her shower. I watched some TV and then went to sleep. It was hard to get privacy in our bathroom. The door had frosted glass. And I know T was totally beat because she was snoring that night :lol: |
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| ++Tarot card reading today |
| 09.27.05 (7:43 pm) [edit] |
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Hopefully tonight I can get a good night's rest. I saw my usual tarot card reader today. Sometimes her readings bring me comfort, and sometimes I wonder what planet she's from. Today's reading was ... nice. Maybe in the future, I should make longer appointments with her. She kept talking even though our half hour was up. Anyway, here is a rundown of what she said: I'm burnt out (I've been saying that for quite some time. And no, she doesn't read my blog. :wink:) My body is overstressed and overtired, and my digestion is wonky. Somehow the nutrients I need are not getting to me. I should seek a professional to fine tune my health. From all the activity I've done in the past, I should be really energized and have a healthy glow, but it's not apparent. It's okay to let me feel disorganised for a while until I get my energy back. Get back to dance class, and hold off on the photography. Dancing makes me happy, and I don't have the creative energy for photography right now. Shower and exercise daily in the morning, even if it's for 10-15 minutes. Exercise makes me happy, and by doing it in the morning will bring a sparkle to my day. Career-wise, I should finish what I'm doing. Won't be staying there for more than 3 years. Company is doing well, and will pay to keep me. However, if I don't feel challenged, I will move on. A new job opportunity in 2-3 years will appear out of the blue. Move into management (she always tells me this...says I will like it and be good at it.) I should create what I want and ask for what I want. Even though I put out a lot of energy, there is no guy currently in my life. I'm not "hungry" or shopping for anyone right now. A child would make me happy. If I can get a support system, including my parents as grandparents, then I will have children. I've never had good sex or chemistry with mates and not sure why. My friends stimulate my curiosity so I don't need to settle when it comes to a mate. Chemistry is my top criteria. I won't be sex-crazed due to lack of sex. I have good sexual energy that has been repressed. If I don't want sex, I won't want to find a mate. If the sex is good, I will consider the guy as a long-term mate. Someone who makes me happy won't leave me because I'm good to those who make me happy. I'm also good to those who make me unhappy because I'm kind. My parents are proud of me but don't know how to express it. They will support me if I have children. They will support me with my career. I just need to give them face. The last guy I dated felt victimised [this reader has always been so bang on about guys I've been dating and my dating style of the moment. Kind of eerie.], but he had issues and his hurt was his own perception. He made himself feel the way he did, and it was not my fault. Most people like me and think I am good. His behaviour gave him more power and me less power. I put in a lot of energy into the relationship while he didn't. The relationship hurt my pride. |
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| ++Who cares? |
| 09.27.05 (6:59 am) [edit] |
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I am completely over the J Man, but why am I still angry about things? I hope that passes soon. He MSNed me to ask me if he was on my list [no, he was removed the night we broke up], and then he proceeds to tell me that every day he's told that I'm added to his "Friends" list, and that every day he removes me. What the point was telling me that? The last time we talked, he removed and blocked me from his list. The next day he added me back and said something like "er, maybe not." Knowing the way he is, he probably moved me to another group. For some reason, he feels too guilty to remove people, so he moves people he doesn't talk to to some other named group. "Noise" I think he called it; I can't remember. Anyway, I said I couldn't help him, and maybe it would help if I blocked him. And then I did it. And maybe the sooner, I'm done with this accident thing, I will feel better. I know the car accident was not directly related to him, but I was driving him out of our way to get him some food at Wendy's. After the accident and the reporting and all that, I felt he was rather insensitive. He gentley reminded me that he still wanted to go to Wendy's. :roll: This is what I learned from dating him (may I not make the same mistakes again): -I need a guy with self-confidence (re-learned that). -I like geeks but not nerds (re-learned that) [who goes to parties and wonders if the host would mind if he checked his email? I still can't get over this whole blog issue. That's a whole post in itself.]. -Choose chemistry above all else (almost feels a little. contradictory because chemistry is all he and I had) -Go with my gut instincts (re-learned that). -I really don't like effeminate men (I seriously felt like a guy dating a girl). |
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| ++We have sheep here |
| 09.27.05 (6:29 am) [edit] |
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Some of our programmers here are so apathetic. It's frustrating. It's also frustrating nobody is accountable for anything. I'm trying to document some new fields on a form. The name of it is "Debt Cancelled." The tool tip says "debit cancelled." I ask the programmer for clarification to make sure the tool tip isn't supposed to say debit. Instead of answering my questions, she directs me to the out-of-date design spec that I've already looked at (where else am I supposed to get my information? In a perfect world, I don't even have to go into to the code to figure out how it works. In fact, I shouldn't even have to.). She also tells me she was only following the design spec. :roll: Developers are allowed to develop as they see fit as long as it all works. IT'S OKAY TO FIX TYPOS, if that's what they are. So helpful, these people. I thought I'd make things easy by asking short and direct questions, but no. They tell me to go read a design document which "explains it all." And you know what licks even more? Programmers not taking the iniative to use consistency. If you're going to use the fields that do the same thing on different forms, for pete's sake, use the same names and spelling. We have these two fields called ytdintporn and usaytdintporn. I think they just wanted to use the word "porn" in our code. My appointment with my insurance claim adjustor went well. I'm going to see my doctor again, and then start physio treatments soon. Then after a few months, we'll settle my claim. What I am hoping for is an active rehabilition recommendation. Physio only helps me for so long. |
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| ++Tight |
| 09.26.05 (9:11 pm) [edit] |
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I really have to pee right now, but sometimes I just want to get things done before I leave my seat, you know? Not much new to report for the evening, so I will just get to the trip update. Here's another postcard: [i]Sept. 10, 2005 Dear Rosie, Well, T and I made it to Paignton from Cambridge via train yesterday. It was an £80 ride! It's kind of[/i] [a] [i]dumpy sleepy town. I'm definitely a city girl, but at least I'm saving money by not shopping. I don't care for this starchy carb diet, but I am really loving the Devonshire clotted cream with damson jam. I bought some jams today. We've been to the Promenade[/i] [I think that was junkie street. I don't remember now.][i] & will go to the Oldway Mansion tomorrow. Tonight, we saw Green Street. It was a cheesey, violent football hooligan movie.[/i][And someone farted during the movie. It came from somewhere behind us. I'm glad we couldn't smell it. But I smelled a lot of farts on this trip, and I don't mean mine.] [i]TTFN, Rosie[/i] [b]Day 10: Paignton and Torquay[/b] Like my postcard said, T and I were going to Oldway Mansion. I forget how old it is, but it was once used as a hospital. It was owned by the guy who started the Singer sewing machines. Everywhere are these blue circular signs that mention people of signifance and that are somehow tied to the building. We couldn't go anywhere we wanted in the mansion and were limited to mostly the downstairs. The walls and ceilings were quite elaborate. We spent some time in the foyer. There were lots of tidbits of information around. Parts of the mansion are still used for performances and weddings. It was Heritage Week or Weekend, and there were other historical places open to the public that normally weren't. One of them was Kirkham House. Parts of it had been restored, and at one point it was all marsh around the area, and they had put in cobblestones in its hallway to allow easier passage of animals. I loved all the brick. The house was pretty small. Here's an example of wonderful English signage. How do people find streets?? After touring some more of Paignton, we took the bus into Torquay. I can't remember what we saw in Torquay, but we went for tea in the afternoon. I ordered some Devon cream tea. It was my first of a few on this trip. We went to the Tudor Rose Cafe, and they had the BEST scones. They were big and warm and quite comforting to the mouth. I topped them off with cream and jam!! The jam was really syrupy, but the scones made up for it. I'm guessing some of the property in Torquay is quite pricey. Anything high up and overlooking water usually is, right! We hurried home because tea was for 4:30 or 5. I was so full from those rich scones, but I made myself eat some more. After all, Mrs. H. had put in the effort for this nice roast. I had forgotten to take a photo of her kitchen. It's quite cute. I also forgot to mention that when I first arrived at her house, it just reminded me of my grandma's care home. It was the horrible smell...kind of musty and needed fresh air or something. I guess Mrs. H. liked to keep the heat in, but the doors were always closed, and her sitting room was so small that I felt claustrophobic. But dinner was lovely. I can't remember if I ate all the chicken because it was overdone, but I made sure to eat the Yorkshire pudding (man, was I craving it today) and all the vegetables. After tea, we were picked up by some family friends, and they took us out for a tour. It was definitely our most scenic night. We got to see lots of lush green hills, and some beaches, too. The sand there is red, which is neat. And the sheep have a red tinge because of the earth on their wool. We stopped at a couple of pubs. This particular one was quite old. The ceiling was really low. I guess we were out for a few hours, and that was the end of our night! |
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| ++I ask for trouble sometimes |
| 09.26.05 (2:02 pm) [edit] |
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All day long, I've been saying "I want you" to someone. I guess I was testing the waters although my gut tells me he'd get confused and then annoyed. Anyway, he eventually told me to stop it because he felt it wasn't true. He's probably right. I really ought to stop flirting with him. He is seeing someone, and I have no interest in him that way anymore (even though I get twinges of jealousy when he brings up her name). I guess it's just a game to me. How horrible is that. I was tempted to keep the thing going, but I've stopped myself. When I asked him how he knew it wasn't true, he did not answer the question. He just wanted some reinforcement that I'd stop telling him I wanted him. I feel kind of dumb now. :roll: He shows no signs of interest even though he he doesn't sound very positive about the girl he's seeing. I didn't quite understand when he said he wasn't not single. Anyway, who knows if he's sounding that way so he doesn't seem ecstatic. I know I've downplayed relationships to people. But I just ate my mushrooms, and my mouth is on fire. I seem to like adding a lot of pepper. I like to sautee mushrooms with some thyme, garlilc salt, onion, and a bit of butter. This time I threw on some dried parsley too. Nice and spicy!! Tonight I'm off to my mom's for dinner. We're having baked chicken wings, bok choy stir fry, and some omelette type things. I've definitely been on a chicken kick lately. I don't know what else I'd want to eat. Maybe I will finally pick up those steaks from Costco on Sunday. But I'm also hooked on my baked chicken thighs right now. The marindae is so simple!! I use a bit of dark soya sauce for colour, light soya sauce (this time it's marinating soya suace, but regular has worked well, too), and a bit of sugar. I think I will baste with a bit of honey when they're almost done next time. |
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| ++Tense |
| 09.25.05 (8:35 am) [edit] |
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Last night P and I saw [i]The Exorcism of Emily Rose[/i]. It was totally on a whim for me that I'd even want to see it. I hate horror movies or ones that have to do with the supernatural. Turns out all the really awful scary parts were in the trailer so I knew when they were coming up. Both P and I plugged our ears and didn't look at the screen many times. I don't think I actually watched any of the scary parts. And boy were my arms tense after. I think I had my hands in front of my face a lot. The movie was a combo of horror and court room action because the movie takes place after Emily Rose's death, and they do flashbacks in the court. After every flashback, P and I would exhale. The movie wasn't very Hollywood in that it really was just her story, but the ending was a little Hollywood. And now if I do a search for more information on the real story, I just get movie reviews!! P paid for my movie last night. That was nice. I made us chicken fajitas for dinner. Next time I will know to cut the strips smaller. We could fit only two pieces of chicken per fajita; mind you the shells were quite small! After the movie, we hung out at my place for a bit. [i]Sexual Secrets[/i] was on TV, and this episode was about fetishes. I'd like to think I have an open mind, but I don't know how I'd react if a boyfriend told me he wanted to dress up like a horse. And those furries! It must get so hot having sex in those costumes. And I will never find clowns erotic. Then we left for the pub to meet up with her boyfriend and some other friends. The time went by quickly. I had no idea we were there for 2 hours. We had also been outside, and for the 2 hours, I was inhaling second hand smoke. BLEH!!! My throat was so sore by the time I got home. P's boyfriend went through my purse, which didn't really impress me. And then he took photos on my camera. I have yet to see what photos there are since my card reader has decided not to read my card at the moment. Back to my trip recap: [b]Day 9: Paignton[/b] The whole time before we'd gotten to Paignton, and even after we got here, T kept calling it "Pay-tin". It was driving me nuts. But Paignton is cumbersome to pronounce. It's almost like "Paaaaiiin-ton" to really get that middle n sound out. This was *another* laid back day. We just spent the day in Paignton, and we were going to see a movie. I had originally thought this would've been our only quiet night, but then I can't predict the future. Otherwise, I would have known better. So we went into a few shops. I was getting hungry. Since T wasn't, she went off to do some other shopping, and I went into this "Award winning" fish and chips place. I ordered a piece of cod. The girl at the counter was like "cawd? Fish?" Then she started talking to me as if I didn't know English :roll: Anyway, I got my fish. It was so gross. The batter was so thick and crunchy. I've had even better fish here. I could have used more "tomatoa sauce" to help it along. I don't know what kind of award they won, but I can bet it wasn't for the cod. Actually, there were a lot of award-winning fish and chip places. I picked up some jams (mmm, damson) and chocolate. Then we went back for "tea." It must have been about 5 pm. I never eat that early over here, but then again I'm not usually in a place with nothing to do. For tea, there was canned ham (so salty and high in preservatives), cheese, cake (looks like raisin bread in the photo), crisps, bread with clotted cream and jam, and "salad." Do you see why I did not enjoy eating at Mrs. H's? I appreciate that she was feeding us, but everything was in high-carb, high-fat, or high-sodium. I would have rather filled my whole plate with salad, and eaten it plain, but the amount of salad on the table would have filled half my plate, and I had to save some for others. Mrs. H ate her salad with a big glob of mayo. Ew. And another thing, vegetables were a rarity for tea!! All I could tell myself was that I could go back to eating regularly after I got home. However, I did indulge in a lot of white bread this portion of the trip. It was the only way I could have the clotted cream with her great damson jam. The first time I ate it, Mrs. H teased me for only putting a scraping on. That's my usual method of putting spreads on bread -- just enough for flavour. My technique changed by end, let me tell you. Clotted cream, scones, and white bread were the only "bad" things I let myself have during the whole trip. And I had a lot of it :lol: Two slices of white bread whenever it was on the table. I don't remember the last time I had white bread. And I figured I'd might as well go for the clotted cream since I can't really find it over here. After tea, T and I rolled ourselves over to the movie theatre, and watched [i]Green Street[/i]. It was a movie I figured we wouldn't be getting in North America since it was related to "football." I had also seen an interview with Elijah Wood on "the tele" about this "film," and it seemed interesting. Anyway, Elijah Wood should not have been cast to play a feeble American. THey should have cast an American. He didn't even have any American mannerisms, and he also didn't have the accent. There was one line in the movie he delivered and it was completely in English-English. This movie was so violent, yet so cheesey at the same time. There were a lot of fights (yay, fist fights!), but there was a whole brotherhood theme (cheesey). The ending was extra cheesey. But the soundtrack was enjoyable. And there was one guy in the movie that was tasty enough to make the movie worthwhile. I have forgotten his name though. The theatre had been re-built, so it was quite nice. There was stadium seating, at least. However, our theatres here are still bigger :) And the different things was that, we had our seats assigned. I guess that was kind of neat. I wonder how the Australians do it. My aunt finds it so weird that it's first-come, first-served here. That night was a busy one. Paignton is where people go if they want to go to clubs. I would've liked to have gone to a club. At least people around our age were out and about. |
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| ++Frizz monster |
| 09.24.05 (1:08 pm) [edit] |
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I got my hair trimmed today. My hair's been having that "before" look, like those before pictures when they show makeovers. My hair's been really frizzy and unhealthy looking. At first I attributed it to the type of layering. And then I attributed it to the English weather. The English weather did do the trick to get the frizzies going, but it sure made my hands less dry. Anyway, I've always had the proceeding hairline too; I just keep getting new hair, and my hairline is moving forward. My hairdresser finally figured out what the issue was. I'm growing more new hair. And my hair has a curl to it. I feel like I have all this long thick hair with a layer of moss around my scalp or something. She noticed my hair isn't as thick as it used to be, and she noticed it's also curlier. I guess it wasn't my imagination. My only solution is blow dry and style it. Grr! She tried talking me into getting a hair straightener. I still don't want to give in! I guess a while ago (and still am, to a point), I was shedding a lot. I don't know if it was the natural end to my hair life cycle or maybe I was under more stress than I thought. Anyway, I am getting new hair. Last night P and I watched [u]Kinsey[/u]. It was good, but I'd hate to be with a man who got so obsessive about his work. And I just find it fascinating that he had such an open marriage. Watching that movie just made me want to re-read my textbooks. I guess we have moved forward quickly in terms of sex research and literature. There are so many books out there on sex techniques. When I first learned about his work in school, I didn't even think much of it. So anyway, I forgot to post the postcard I sent myself from Cabridge, and I forgot to mention that T flirted with JB quite a bit :roll:: [i]Sept. 7, 2005 Dear Rosie, Today T and I had a late start to our day. JB gleefully told me that I snore. How embarrassing.[/i] [I know I snore when I'm extremely tired.] [i]We had lunch and a chauffered pnting ride, and walked around the university and tried to take photos. Today's the day I've taken themost photos. Right now, T and I are waiting for JB at the La Mimosa, which is an Italian bar and cafe overlooking the water. Some Italian guy gave me his mobile number on the street.[/i][Oh yeah, he was the one who walked by me and came back and struck up a conversation with me. He started off by asking me if I spoke French.][i]This place smells like garlic and poo. TTFN, Amanda[/i] The aroma of garlic in the restaurant was fabulous!! But the smell of the water near where we sat was not as pleasant, I guess! [b]Day 8: Paignton[/b] I don't have any pics to show from this day because I didn't take very many or they turned out horribly. T and I got a ride with JB to the bus depot this morning. We said bye on the bus. T and I were taking the train to Paignton. We got back to London by train and then we Tubed, and then we trained again. It was quite a long journey. We left for the 10:15 train from Cambridge and arrived in Paignton around 3:30. Lugging our suitcases wasn't that fun. We stayed at Mrs. H's. For an 85 year old, she's still got it -- very independent and healthy for the most part. She kind of looked like Mrs. Doubtfire to me. T pointed out her big boobs. A lot of English women have big boobs and slender limbs, I noticed. And a lot of the older women have a lot of neck skin, like a turkey's. I won't go into the teeth thing now. I was thankful we had somewhere to stay for free, but we couldn't really come and go as freely as I had thought we'd be able to. I;d never met this woman before or T's co-worker, but I guess it was like staying with a family member or friend where you have to spend some time with them. We'd spend a couple of hours in the morning and in the evening just chatting with her. It was fine the first couple of days, but we stayed with this woman for around a week. And she'd tell the same stories. And she talked about people I didn't know. It was better for T because she knew the people. But I definitely felt like I knew the family by the time I left :roll: Anyway, after T and I arrived at Mrs. H's, we ate (quiche, pastries, a few leaves of lettuce, and half a tomato), and then we walked around Paignton a bit. Paignton is a fairly tiny town, but I swear it's made for families and old people. On the main drag, which Mrs. H called Junkie Street, was full of games...like the kind where you put money in and try to grab a stuffed animal. They also had little mechanical rides. And some casino type games. She calls it Junkie Street because all the stores there sell junk. I guess Paignton is your typical small town. Nonetheless, it looks to be a popular place for vacations. The cost of houses there were astronomical! It's in a pretty area, too. It's just that everything there looks old and decrepit. |
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| ++Day of Caring |
| 09.23.05 (1:01 pm) [edit] |
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Okay, I do know some of my strengths and some of my weaknesses. I am a great packer. I am a HORRIBLE painter. For the past 3 years, I've participated in our work's Day of Caring where the United Way assigns us a place to go and we do work like painting or gardening or whatever. Every year we've done painting. I dread it because I'm messy and a klutz!! But we did sanding, too. I am sure I will be really sore tomorrow. My back was really achey too. We sanded and painted about 11 tables and a shed. There were about 10 of us. By the end, it was just a few people painting and the rest of the group "directing." :lol: Everyone watched me struggle with opening the paint can, and then I was named after my painting techniques. I just kept dribbing white paint on the brown and vice versa. Rosie-ising, they called it. :P :lol: I have paint all over me. I have a new pair of painting pants now :) I think I will take up the physio the doctor prescribed me. I'm tired now. I'm glad it was a sunny day. I'm either going to take a walk in a bit or go to the gym even though what I'd really like is a nap. Anyway, trip recap :) [b]Day 7: Cambridge[/b] We got up and got ready to do our thing. We were in the kitchen, and T told me she was gassy. And then it hit me. OMG, the stench. It wasn't one of those passing things. I had to leave the room. That was horrible. But funny. We were going to book a place to stay in Oxford, so T called 3 places, which were all booked. Then she got all frustrated and gave up. It was getting late, too. I tried suggesting we could do our touring and go to the Cambridge tourist info centre to see if they could help...but no. So we waited until she got really frustrated, and then we left. I think at that point we also decided to ask JB if we could stay another night and just head off to Paignton early. In Paignton, we were going to stay at her co-worker's mom's place. We went into Cambridge and checked out King's College. A lot of their colleges offer tours, but many areas are restricted. I really wanted to walk on the grass or something because it looked so lush, but the grass was off limits to non staff and students, I think. It was off limits to me, anyway. We didn't stay that long because T was kind of bored :roll: I would have loved to hang around and take more photos. I can't imagine going to school at such a nice place! Mick Jagger's son goes to one of the colleges there right now. Then we went went looking for something, which I can't remember, but T took us on a wild goose chase. She thought we were following the right roads according to some map. I know it's not nice to gloat, but if she had listened to me in the first place, we wouldn't have circled the same spots like 3 times. I had originally suggested we go back to where we were and go from there since we actually knew where we were at that point. Turns out we were really close to what we were looking for :roll: For lunch, we grabbed something quick. I buckled and got a "jacket potato". It's not easy to find a baked potato except with dinner over here. Over there, they're everywhere with a variety of toppings. I just had mine with sour cream and bacon. After the bacon at the Beaver Hotel, I was a little skeptical, but the bacon I had with my potato was GREAT! Still, English bacon is more like our back bacon here. I'm used to more fat!! ;) We met up with JB, and he asked us what we wanted to do. T just wanted to go back to his place. She was like, "we'll make you dinner tonight." Afterwards, she apologised to me in private for volunteering us. I didn't really have a problem with it, but I was hoping she wouldn't expect too much from me. And I know what her cooking style is *grimaces*. We went back JB's place, and while he went off to football practice, we went grocery shopping. To my disappointment, his nearest store didn't carry any Cadbury's stuff. :x She decided on making a roast. I picked out the veggies and got some garlic bread. On our way back, I snapped some photos. They have cute street names there, and the sunset was really pretty. I felt like I couldn't take too many photos because T was walking way ahead of me (like it was the whole trip. I think I know her ass really well now). After we got back, she decided to clean. I felt kind of bad for not doing any, but she likes doing that kind of stuff. I went on the Internet. The ovens over there are different. I had no idea what the symbols meant on the controls. We definitely weren't baking the meat. When JB came home, he switched the dial, and we ended up with really well-cooked meat. Everyone else ate the meat on their plate. I ate two bites of it. I'm not a big beef fan, and I am very picky about it. I just can't eat well-done meat. They seem to enjoy well-done meat over there. So for dinner, we had the beef (cooked with no "aluminium" foil); roasted baby "courgettes", carrots, onions, and cherry tomatoes; garlic bread; and yorkshire pudding (I wish we could buy them frozen over here!); and green bean stir fry. I think they're called runner beans over there. No dessert. After dinner, T went upstairs to take a shower, and then disappeared for the night. JB and I watched [u]40 Days and 40 Nights[/u]. Then I packed! Oh, and as for packing, T kept laughing at me when we left London that I'd never be able to fit all my new stuff in my suitcase :roll: I wanted to smack her, but only because I knew I'd be able to do it. There was a lot of empty space in my suitcase when I first arrived. I also got rid of about 15 pairs of thongs while I was away. (And you know how much space those take up ;)) |
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| ++OC was as expected |
| 09.22.05 (8:23 pm) [edit] |
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Yes, it was lame. Like I've said in the past, I'm there for the company and not the show! I checked out Love, Inc., too. I don't know if Busy Phillips' forte is comedy. I really liked her in Freaks and Geeks and Dawson's Creek, though, which is why I decided to check out the show. While I was driving home, I remembered there was something I didn't want to post about because my boyfriend, at the time, read this blog. P and I are probably renting a movie tomorrow night. I mentioned I had coupons, and then I also remembered I have a free rental at one of our XXX video stores. When M was visiting from out east, we rented a movie. It was a she-male movie, and the DVD crapped out on us. The movie did nothing for us, but that wasn't the point of renting it. I was telling him I thought gay porn was hot, and he suggested we go rent some. I made him choose a movie, but he didn't want to watch gay porn, so he picked a she-male one. He figured he could at least pretend they were women. But even I was hard-pressed to imagine the she-males being women. Anyway, not that P and I are going to rent a porno tomorrow night, but I do have a free rental because of that last DVD. I did some good cooking tonight. I'm even going to use the dishwasher tomorrow. I'm out of bowls, and soon I will be out of spoons. On with the trip recap... But before I go on, I sent myself postcards while I was gone. I sent postcards to other people, too. This is what I wrote to myself from London: [i]Sept. 5, 2005 Dear Rosie, T and I saw the Tower of London today. Now we've just finished lunch at Cafe Pasta in Covent Garden[/i] [the pizza was AWESOME]. [i]We might move to another hotel. Soon we'll get tickets to a show[/i] [didn't happen], [i]and hopefully go to the Ministry of Sound tomorrow night[/i] [didn't happen]. [i]The weather was scorching the first few days, but last night it poured, and now it's even a little chilly. I think I brought enough clothes. English men are hot. I want one. I have yet to eat spotted dick or fish 'n' chips :( TTFN, Rosie[/i] [b]Day 6: Cambridge[/b] T and I took the bus from JB's place into Cambridge. The plan today was to do some punting and some sightseeing. I can't remember what time we started our day, but T decided to do laundry. I think North America is the only place I know of where people regularly do big loads of laundry in the washer and throw them the dryer. She totally stuffed the tiny little washer/dryer and wondered why the stuff wasn't dry :roll: We got some special deal on a chauffered punting tour, so we took advantage of it. Trying out punting would have been fun, but we'd have missed out on seeing everything around us even though we would have taken a long time to go along the river. Punts are these little boats that you steer and propel with long poles. Unfortunately, one guy fell in the water! On this tour, we heard some history about the colleges. Cambridge is just one big college town. Colleges for the rich everywhere! Some colleges had punts docked to the side. How neat it'd be to grab a punt on a break. :lol: We went under several bridges; one of them was the Math Bridge. I forget who designed it (Thomas Edison?!), but the way it's engineered doesn't require nails, etc. But they still used nuts, bolts, nails, etc. anyway -- just in case. I had to snap a photo of this sign after we were done. I don't know what it is with people over there and vandalising signage. There was a muffin place called Muffin something, but the "in" from Muffin was marked up. And some other store had the name Discount in it, but someone broke the sign where the "o" was. As for more signage, I like the ones that point out the obvious. Or the ironic. After punting and some food, we walked around and took some photos to take advantage of the light. It was too late to start any tours of the colleges. We met up with JB after he got off work, and then we picked up some fish and chips. I was trying to hold off on having any 'til we got to the coast, but am I glad we had those! They were deeelicious. I don't know if the cod was what we call cod here, but the texture was definitely different. I could have done without the chips, but I also tried mushy peas. They were too salty and gross for me. I can live without mushy peas, I think. We at them at his parents' place, and then we all went to the pub and then a walk around the village. Whenever JB used to talk about the village, I'm not sure what I was really thinking of -- maybe something medieval even. However, a village is just a *really* large neighbourhood with a close neighbourly feel. We saw houses with thatched roofs which was cool. Obviously we don't have any here, and thatching is a dying ... art. His family was so nice! Their dining table has this plate of pears. They looked quite real. T and I were totally on the same track. We both started wondering out loud if they were real, and we each picked up a pear and sniffed it, all in sync. :lol: |
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| ++Dangnabbit |
| 09.22.05 (6:43 am) [edit] |
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More TV...I've completely forgotten about Growing up Gotti, and it's been on for over a month now!! I'd better check those Canadian TV listings. Tonight is a girl's night at P's. Sushi and The OC (ew, the OC). I feel better today. At least I'm alert. Oh yeah. Must not forget to the check out some bra bags. Why does it have to be so difficult to store bras without mangling the cups? And I really need new ones. Mine are not fitting right. Apparently, most women do not wear proper fitting bras. The strap around the body should be level. If it pulls up in the back, it's too big. If any straps leave imprints, they're too short. If you get that double pair of boobs thing, the cups are too small. And of course if you're not filling out those cups, they're too big (the cups, not your boobs). I would really like to get some custom made ones. In Paris you can get one for a few hundred dollars. I wonder if you could ever get your money's worth from that. Some woman gave me a card while I was at the checkout in the supermarket once. She made custom bras; I wonder if I still have that card, and if there was an email address on it. I hate bra shopping more than jeans shopping. It's all that strap adjustment and putting on and removing the shirt that makes things not so fun. And seems like the usual bras I try on are made for women with boobs really close together or something. Maybe it's just because I have a broad body. I don't know. I just know that none of my bras fit properly! Well, not the ones that are meant to be worn in public. |
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| ++Bushiest Beaver Award |
| 09.21.05 (8:42 pm) [edit] |
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Another TV night :) I'm really enjoying not having 2 - 3 classes a week right now. T's advice to me was to not take on so much. I can't remember the last time I was just home and not having to rush off somewhere. However, I still like to multitask and can't ever just sit down in front of a TV for more than half an hour. I had soooo many dishes to do. I just accumulate so much stuff in a day. I did dishes during commercial breaks of America's Next Top Model. The dishes took me an hour and a half of that show. I also did some stretches, too. This season is looking *much* better than last season's. So far I like Kim and Jayla. The one working as a buyer for a boutique gets on my nerves. So does that Texas one. I was thinking about their walks (walking already?! Doesn't that usually happen later in the show?!). I think I had learned to walk once, but I was scared of that teacher that I think I've blocked out that part of my experience. I also watched the finale of Big Brother 6. The finale is always such a letdown because there is no more competition. It was interesting to see the jury deliberate. I am looking forward to next season. And I watched the premier of The Office. Sometimes that show just makes me laugh out loud. I think I even like it more than the UK version. Anyway, on to my trip update. [b]Day 5: Cambridge[/b] So since T and I decided on not going Paris, we ended up going to Cambridge early. I called JB to see if he could recommend us a hotel, but he invited us to stay at his home. That was great! His place definitely looked like a bachelor's, and smelled like the home of a dog owner :wink: Unfortunately, I'm not an animal person (so un-Sagittarian like). I just don't know how to interact with animals!! I don't tend to date guys with pets. It's like dating a single parent. No, thanks. So anyway, we took the Tube to the King's Cross station. I can't remember if this was the time we chose our lines carefully in order to avoid walking long distances with our suitcases. I do recall my arms being sore from lifting my suitcase up and down stairs for the next couple of days after. I know we learned our lesson about Tube lines one time. From King's Cross, we took the train to Cambridge. The ride was about an hour -- not too bad, but it was £80!! When we arrived in Cambridge, I called JB. He gave us the address of where to go, so T and I took a cab. This was our conversation on the phone: JB: Go to CATS on Landchurch Street. Me: LLLLaaaand. Church. Street? JB: Yes, land. Like secular. Me: Secular? JB: Yes. Me: See you soon! We told the cab driver we wanted to go to CATS and that we wanted to go to Landchurch Street. He had no idea where it was. Then he radioed someone and asked about Landchurch St. Meanwhile, we're sitting here watching the meter go while he is parked, trying to find the street. We figured he'd know one or the other. Anyway, it turned out we were supposed to go to ROUND CHURCH Street. This is how the conversation really went: JB: Go to CATS on Round Church Street. ME: LLLLaaaand. Church. Street? JB: Yes. Round. Like circular. Me: Secular? JB: Yes. Darned those English accents! :lol: Land Church Street? We dropped off our suitcases and went for some lunch. I found a piece of plastic in my salad so they took that off the bill. Then T and I walked around Cambridge. I bought a shirt. The people there looked more like what I'd see in Vancouver. I guess Cambridge is mostly students. :lol: There were a lot of facial piercings and casual wear. And there were bicycles *everywhere*. Then we went back to JB's place after doing some food shopping. The evening ended with us watching him at "football" practice, going for drinks, and having some chicken fajitas. |
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| ++Still hate SharePoint |
| 09.21.05 (10:10 am) [edit] |
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Uploading tonnes of documents all in one go is so boring and takes forever. I guess this is why I am avoiding it. My truths are bolded! I’ve run away from home. I listen to political music. I collect comic books. I shut others out when I’m sad. I open up to others easily. <-- Strangers and close friends only, though.>I am keeping a secret from the world. I watch the news. <--Whenever I can.>I own over 5 rap CDs. <-- Just barely, I think.>I own an ipod. <--iPod Photo, actually.>I own something from Hot Topic… <-- That store is too young for me now.>I love Disney movies. I am a sucker for hair/eyes. I don’t kill bugs. <-- I throw them out the window or door.>I have “x”s in my screen name. I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a real conversation. I love Spam. I bake well. <-- Some things, anyway.>I would wear pajamas to school. I own something from Abercrombie. I have a job. I love Martha Stewart. I am in love with someone. I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. I am self conscious. I like to laugh. <-- Who doesn't?!>I smoke a pack a day. I loved Go Ask Alice. I have cough drops when I’m not sick. I can’t swallow pills. I have many scars. I’ve been out of this country. I believe in ghosts. I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room. I am really ticklish. I love chocolate. I bite my nails. I am comfortable with being me. I play computer games/video games when I’m bored. Gotten lost in the city. Saw a shooting star. I have had 2 serious surgical procedures. Gone out in public in my pajamas. I have kissed a stranger. Hugged a stranger. Been in a fist fight with the same sex. Been arrested. Laughed and had milk/soda come out of your nose. Pushed all the buttons on an elevator. Made out in an elevator. Sworn at my parents. Kicked a guy where it hurts. <-- It was an accident!!>Been skydiving. Been bungee jumping. Broken a bone. <-- Do fractures count?>Played spin the bottle. Gotten stitches. Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. Bitten someone. <-- Mmm...biting>Been to Niagara Falls. <-- So pretty!>Gotten the chicken pox. <-- In the second grade when everyone else was.>Crashed into a car. <-- More than just once.>Been to Asia. <-- Need to see more of it though.>Ridden in a taxi. Shoplifted. Been fired. Had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. Stole something from my job. <-- Post-it Notes>Gone on a blind date. Had a crush on a teacher/coach. <-- Dr. Kemple had such cute dimples. >Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Been to Europe. <--Yay! Finally! I miss London right now.>Slept with a co-worker. <-- Close but no sleeping together.>Been married. Gotten divorced. Saw someone dying. <-- They were on their last legs in the hospital. Does that count?>Driven over 400 miles in one day. Been to Canada. <-- I'm already here!>Been on a plane. Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Thrown up in a bar. Eaten Sushi. <-- I haven't had any in a while though.>Been snowboarding. <-- Never again!>Been skiing. Been ice skating. Met someone in person from the internet. Been to a car show. Gone to college. <-- But it wasn't called college.>Done hard drugs. Taken painkillers. <--I should've taken some today.>Met a celebrity. <-- Politicians count, right? But I have met Dan Ackroyd.>I like playing practical jokes. Once swore Disco would never die. Seen a ghost. Attended a professional sporting event. Attended a live rock concert. |
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| ++Time to hurl |
| 09.21.05 (7:06 am) [edit] |
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I'm back to eating like I used to, which means starting off in the morning with my protein shake and a tablespoon of Omega 3-6-9 oil. The oil makes me feel nauseated, but it's a lovely appetite suppressant. My back is absolutely killing me right now. I don't know if it's because I'm now back at a desk all day, PMS, or that I'm getting sick. I was going to take an Advil this morning, and I hate taking anything unless I'm desperate, but I forgot. And I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm hardly alert today. I don't know if that's from a sugar crash or PMS. :lol: I had soooo much candy on my trip that it would not surprise if it'd take me weeks to recover from t he crash. I'm going to try to take walks while I'm at work from now on. But it's a really bright day and I have no sunglasses. I'll see what I can do later. |
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| ++yawn |
| 09.20.05 (7:34 pm) [edit] |
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I went to that networking thing and didn't even bother to bring any business cards. It was kind of lame, but the music was good. Most of the people I talked to there were either trying to sell me something or didn't want to be there either. "I see the same people here every time." You know what I hate about those sticky name tags? I have to stick 'em on my boob. And then people just stare to get a good look at the name. Sometimes you have a circle of people staring at your boob. My friend got me my tag for me, and he had told them to use "Google Whore" as my title. It's fine and all, but I had to keep explaining to people that I did not work for Google. I also saw Abit guy. When I saw his recent photo, I should have known by now why his photo didn't really stick in my mind. He said he got a haircut today, and his hair was so long I wouldn't have noticed a difference :oops: His hair cut is like Shaggy's from Scooby-Doo but maybe a bit thinner. He looked fruity to me. And it was awkward talking to him. I'm just waiting for the Big Brother 6 finale to finish taping so I can watch it. In the meantime, back to my trip update. Oh yeah, my back is KILLING me today. I have no idea why. I don't know what to do aside from exercising. I'll do some stretching tonight. [b]Day 4: London[/b] We started off in our usual spot and had breakfast. If you ever stay at the Beaver Hotel, I don't recommend the corn flakes. And what is with the boiled eggs decor? This wasn't the only place with it! But most places we went to did not have beer in their vending machines like the Beaver. After breakfast, we went to the Tower of London. That was quite interesting...made me want to find out more about the Henrys and James and whatever the names of the kings were. There were some great torture devices :wink: I don't know how many stairs we took, but I noticed especially in the Tube stations how many flights of stairs there were that would go down and then go right back up. It totally made me wonder what the point was. I took some more shots of this bridge (now I've forgotten the name of it) at the Tower of London. I tried to do some framing here. Then we went to Covent Garden, or was that Covent Gardens? I just wanted to check out the place, but I attempted to entice T to go by telling her there was a Quicksilver store there. Quicksilver stuff is probably cheaper here, but she picked up a London Roxy t shirt for herself. Today I found out there was a store there selling Stila stuff, so if I move there, I won't have to worry about the makeup purchases. She also wanted to check out Crabtree and Evelyn and Nine West. I tried to avoid all the stores that we have here too. One good purchase we made there were these mugs. They were apparently hand-painted, but the mugs had two girls on it. These girls happened to resemble us...what were the chances? One had short curly light hair with a backpack and the other had long black straight hair with a black purse. Also on the mug was "Mind the gap!" T and I laughed about that announcement a lot. Then we went to Picadilly Square. I would have liked to walk around there, but T wasn't interested. I also really wanted to catch a show while we were in London, but T and I couldn't agree on a show, and she wasn't in the mood to look around for a show (even though I had suggested booking something in advance. "Nah, since all the theatres are in the same area [they were but weren't that close together!], we'll just walk around and see what's there [despite the fact that we had a thing listing ALL the shows with their locations]." She also didn't really want to spend the money to see a show. I would have really liked to see Guys and Dolls. Both Ewan Macgregor and Jane Krakowski are in it. I think I would have really enjoyed the show. We grabbed some dinner at this Indian place called Chowki; it was great. The naan was great, and it was huge! We had to meet up with my cousin that night. We were 45 minutes late, unfortunately. We were running a little late already, and then we took the wrong train, and the trip took longer than I had anticipated. My cousin left just before we got there. I phoned her, and she was already on the bus, so she came back. I felt so bad! We went to this little place and had some dessert. Had we been on time, maybe we would have made it out to the Ministry of Sound. One of the things we were going to do was go to a club, and who would pass up a chance of going to MoS?? T then admitted she did not want to go clubbing. So then I asked if we could just go see the place, and she was fine with that. But then by the time we met up with my cousin, the Tube would not have been able to take us back from MoS. And T did not want to take a cab because it would have been "too costly." I was really disappointed. I didn't really want to go alone. That was our last night in London. We also didn't take a ride in any of the cute cabs! By this time, we had also nixed the idea of going to Paris due to wanting to just stay and see more of England. Unfortunately, she did not want to stay in London either. The city was too hectic and busy for her, and she was complaining about the air quality. *sigh* I loved it. And I meant the city, not the air quality. A lot of the places I'd seen so far, I just kept thinking that I've have to go back alone and with a camera so I could just photograph things 'til my heart was content! I also wouldn't have to worry about keeping people waiting. Good bye, Beaver Hotel in London! Good bye butts! I can't believe the number of smokers over there. I am definitely accustomed to all the non-smoking establishments here. |
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| 09.20.05 (7:45 am) [edit] |
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Maybe a vacation was really what I needed. I'm in a great mood today, which probably is an overflow from last night. I am exhausted today; I guess I can sort of blame the tall J Man for that :P I was really slow getting ready this morning since I decided that I would take all the necessary steps to not have to go home after work before going out again. It took me forever to get my outfit just right. I'm wearing a new dress that reminded me of a nightgown this morning. I decided to wear accessories to help out. I was going to wear one of my sterling silver necklaces, but they ALL need a cleaning. Same with my earrings, too. What the heck happened? I'm no jewelry conniseur...I have no idea what to do with my miscoloured jewelry (or is that jewellery?). So I wore the only necklace I had that hadn't changed colour. And I put on this bracelet thing that my aunt gave me. It's just a long strand with magnetized beads, so you can wrap it anyway you want. It can go around the wrist, neck, or waist...kind of nifty, actually. But with the wrapping and all, it tugs on my arm hair from time to time, and it hurts!! And then the whole purse thing took forever. I don't have very many, so it's hard to choose something that goes with what I'm wearing. I'll use the new beaded clutch I got in England. And I put on some boots. I will hate not having my camera with me tonight, but it just won't fit!! Neither will my hand cream. My hands definitely feel drier since I've returned :( So...I put a lot of effort into looking nice today, including my makeup. I'm using this new Stila eyeliner. It's in pencil form. I don't like using pencils. Why did I let the salesgirl talk me into it? The eyeliner does have nice texture, but I hate pencils. The line is too defined, even with my attempts of a bit of softening it with a brush. I told her I would prefer to use a wet eyeshadow and liner brush. She told me that is what she did too. In fact, she tried to sell me all the eye shadows SHE liked while I patiently listened to her spiel. Then I decided I would buy even less stuff than I had planned on. I had not intended on buying eye shadow. I told her what I needed. I also brought it in all my old products that were not up to standard like my cracked pressed powder and my dried up smudge pot. She didn't really address anything about this except "I don't know what to tell you. My manager is not here." And then when I left, I realised she had forgotten to take my number. What I wanted wasn't in stock. :roll: So you tell a salesgirl you need powder and eye liner and she tries to sell you eye shadow. Real bright one, there. And one of my pet peeves is when people in the service industry start telling me their life stories. I'm really not interested in getting to know them, and I don't need them to try to connect with me. Phew, that was a tangent. One of my co-workers [He is kind of annoying. When he was a co-op here, he'd hit on me all the time. Then he left and came back permanently. After he returned, he acted as if we'd never talked in the past. But today, he actually started up a convo with me] complimented me on my outfit...told me I looked nice. How nice. |
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| 09.19.05 (9:18 pm) [edit] |
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I made all my phone calls today. In the next 2 weeks, I have a number of appointments: optometrist, dentist, hair dresser, car place, and dermotologist. I think that's it. My car horn has been replaced. A breaker at my place will get replaced in a couple of weeks, hopefully. And I have watched all the Big Brother that I missed while I was away. The only episodes I missed were the ones on special nights :x And now I've found out that Janelle is out. I was really looking forward to seeing her winning!!!! :evil: The Abit guy called me tonight. He's no longer with Abit though. It was a pleasant surprise. Kind of weird. He's nobody I know -- just someone I know of. We met a year or two ago when he was in town. We have a mutual acquaintance/friend. He's back here now instead of living in Taiwan. And apparently, he asked our friend for my number. Said friend figured, "he must be lonely!" Well, maybe. I doubt I made such a strong impression on him :lol: When I saw his pics a couple of months ago, I did not even recognise him. I'm sure I thought he was cute when we met. So maybe I will see him tomorrow night. I'm going out with our friend and his fiancee to this networking thing for business techies. I don't even know why I'm going. I guess it will be good; I've never done any networking. I think I decided to go to check out the scenery. Having said *that*...I think I have dated enough techies since 1998. They don't excite me as much as they used to -- probably due to the fact that I am not so much on top of tech news these days. I just like them because they're generally bright people. Abit guy and I talked briefly. It sounds like we might have some stuff in common. I hope to see him tomorrow at this networking event I'm going to...even though I have no real desire to go to this thing. And he said it didn't seem like his scene. He said he'd call tomorrow and maybe we'd meet up for drinks after if he wasn't going. I'm not sure if he was going to call me or our friend, but whatever. Abit guy asked for number a while back but never called. Then our friend emailed him and gave him a hard time about it :roll: But now I can't remember how Abit guy got into a convo with me. He just said, "it's Abit guy." And it went from there. I've been thinking about what kind of guy I'd best get along with. Actually, that reminds me. A while back, I posted a list of qualities (from 2003 or 2004) that I most desired in a guy, and I was going to post an updated list. I didn't end up doing it because I was dating someone who was reading my blog. I'll get around to doing that again I think. I got all excited when Abit guy was telling me he was considering moving to London. And that he wasn't into the networking scene (he's a marketing guy though...how does that work?). And he's traveled. And he's white with a lot of knowledge about Asian culture. But I am getting ahead of myself. I need to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow night. I told the tall J man about Abit guy tonight. He feigned jealousy. I wonder if he still wants me :P We flirt, but now he's become one of those safe people to flirt with. He's seeing someone, but he doesn't really talk about her. Sometimes I get back to wondering what if...I hung around him for about a year, waiting for him to come around (so smart Rosie is), and then I just gave up...which is when he started to come around. Then I rejected him. We still have great convos. His mind is what kept me hanging on for so long (and his long-term potential). He's not a loner anymore...quite a nice guy, too...and not so much a stick-in-the-mud. Maybe he is still a little conservative but a little more open-minded as well. But I have to say, the sex was not up to par. Tonight, I watched a documentary called Sex Slave$. How sad it was to see [Ukranian] women get bought and sold and used and abused against their will. I couldn't imagine the horror. A lot went abroad thinking they were going to be maids or something, but instead, they'd find themselves in brothels with their passports and paperwork taken away. Then they'd get beaten, etc. and have little chance of getting out. Man, did I feel embarrassed when I found out women got trafficked to Canada. Apparently women can get visas to come here to be strippers. And then pimps take advantage of that. *sigh* |
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| 09.19.05 (3:29 pm) [edit] |
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It was weird being back to work today. I guess I felt refreshed. I am part of the United Way committee again. I feel like such a fraud for helping out with the campaign when I don't even give to them. In fact, I choose to not give to them and give elsewhere. I got my car horn replaced, too. No more sounding like a Japanese import. The jet lag is okay, I think. But my body feels like it is fighting off a cold, still. I'll lay off on the working out for now. I don't feel too bad from yesterday's session though. While I was at my mom's for dinner last night, I almost took a photo of dinner. Just habit, I guess. But last night's dinner was really good. I'm using my rice cooker right now to make some congee for the first time. I hope it turns out. I need to boil an egg. Anyway, on to my trip recap! [b]Day 3: London[/b] I think the day before was our first chance at getting on the Internet. Oh right. We found some cafe at the Portebello Market. It was like £1 for unlimited use that day or something like that, but the guy didn't tell us they were shutting down in about half an hour. I hadn't phoned anyone since I had arrived, either. I knew it was going to cost an arm and a leg to call from the hotel room, my "mobile" wouldn't work in the UK, and I never had enough change to use the payphones either. Anyway, I fired off some emails, and chatted on MSN a bit. JF (I have no nickname for him, unfortunately...Maybe one will come to me later) had made plans to meet up the next day. Unfortunately the cafe shut down the computers while I was typing something. It was just a whole lot of finger crossing in hopes we'd meet up. We had decided to meet at "Big Ben on the side with the water." T and I took the Tube, of course, and it just seemed so strange to me to see a man drinking beer while riding. Over here, you're not allowed to have open alcohol anywhere in public. We were going to do some sightseeing before meeting up with JF at 1 pm. We ended up not seeing much since we went off to the London Eye to buy some tickets for later in the evening. We arrived right on time in the right spot, but we didn't know. We saw Big Ben but didn't realise that was it. Then we were trying to get around it to get to the "side where the water was." We were walking and walking, and I think I convinced her we were not going in the right direction. We went back to where we started and luckily, I heard someone call me name. Phew, it was JF, and he had gifts -- heavy gifts of 2 chocolate bars, 1 kg each. *L* We headed off for some lunch ("dinner," I think they call it), and then we took a long stroll. We went back and looked at Big Ben, the Parliament buildings, St. Paul's Cathedral (which was going under some sort of work), and Westminster Abbey. We saw quite a few bridges. One man stopped us, and asked us where the London Bridge was. As soon as he left, we walked by what he was looking for. I thought I took a photo of the "path" we took, but I guess not :( I can't find it. This path led us under things and through things. I'm talking about places where I wouldn't want to be alone at night! After that, we had some "tea." I had my first roast and Yorkshire pudding of the trip. Mmm...I love Yorkshire pudding but so very rarely have it. The restaurant was very busy that evening. They had only 2 waitresses working the whole place. They were amazing! (Even after this couple did a dine 'n' dash.) I gave her a normal tip, and she thanked us for it. It was weird. Over here, serving staff get mad if you don't tip because they expect tips. We were told by someone over there that waitressing is a job people look down upon...kind of like "well, since I can't do anything, I'll be a waitress." After our meal, JF left us. He was such pleasant company. T and I were both just wowed by how sweet and classy he was. And we headed off to the London Eye for our really big ferris wheel ride. I can't remember why we started running for it, but we did. Then we got in our pod with a bunch of other people, circled, and I took a photo here and there. The thing moved so slowly that the only way to tell we were moving was to look outside. It got kind of boring because the scenery didn't change all that much. Then at the end of the ride, your photo is taken. I bought one even though it was a rip. From T's reaction, I could tell she didn't enjoy the experience at all. Oh well. I didn't mind it and I bought the (horrible) photo!! And that was our Day 3. |
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| 09.18.05 (6:12 pm) [edit] |
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I went to the gym today. I am not as fit as I was even a few months ago. That sucks! I spent a lot of time being cold today, too. I hope I am not getting sick. Tonight's going to be an early one so I can get up bright and early. It's also back to work. Ugh. What's been up with tBlog again?! Last night, we watched [u]The Jacket[/u]. It was a very different movie, and it kept my attention. I never really noticed Adrian Brody before, but he is quite delicious!! Keira Knightley had an okay American accent -- much better job than Elijah Wood, that's for sure! Anyway, on with the trip recap. My recaps are going on memories triggered by my pics. I hope I still remember some stuff in a couple of weeks! [b]Day 2: London[/b] This was a day of a lot of shopping. T and I decided to go to check out Buckingham Palace and go do some shopping on Oxford Street. She also wanted to check out the Portobello Market. I wasn't all that keen on checking out the markets, but oh well. (I mean really...antiques...bleeeeh...) One thing we kept complaining about was the signage. I'm used to seeing street signs on poles on every street corner and intersection *L* Over there, we had to look on buildings, etc. And when you hit a landmark, there isn't much signage either. I realised I didn't know what Buckingham Palace looked like when we were looking for it. We found some other place; I forget what it was now, but we took some photos. And even found a lovely police officer to pose with. We missed the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and we didn't go in, either. We took more pictures. Then we went off to Oxford Street. We only shopped for an hour since the Portobello Market was going to close :-/ Anyhow, we both bought skirts at some shop. One of the skirts already has a busted zipper :cry: All over the bigger cities were Cafe Nero. We never stepped in any of them, but I thought it was called "Cafe Nerd" for the first couple of days. Then we went back to Oxford Street. T was totally not in the shopping mood. I quickly made a few purchases at Ann Summers. Of all the shopping I did while abroad, *this* store got most of my £s. :oops: On my first visit there, I ended up with a cute little bra (peekaboo) and thong (crotchless) set, and two outfits: Miss Massage and Nurse. I had those purchases in one bag, and the I asked for another because I ripped a hole in my other bag. I guess those bags were a lovely way to get attention. This security guard at some other store saw my bags, gave me a knowing look, and gave me THE NOD. Then while T and I were on the tube, this guy sitting across from me looked at my bags, and started to smile...Then it became a HUGE smile. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the guy's expression. T could see his expression in the reflection on the window, so she started laughing, too. Then we looked at each other and couldn't stop laughing. Thank goodness we got off our stop soon after that. That evening, we were going to go have dinner at a pub. By the time T was ready to actually leave again, it was about 10 pm. I'm not sure how long it took her to get ready, but it gets annoying when her hair is not right. We went to the pubs we'd passed before, but none of their menus appealed to T. Also, the kitchens were getting ready to close. So we ended up getting some good ol' American cuisine. Needless to say, I was very disappointed. While at the Burger King, we had a pleasant conversation with the guy working the counter. [We noticed an abundance of non-English people working in the service industry in London. There were so many other kinds of Europeans. I wish I knew what they were.] First off, I was surprised they listed "fries" on the menu instead of chips :P Then I asked for packets of "tomayto ketchup." I had been watching some cooking show, and the guy called it "tomahto ketchup." Anyway, packets are "sashays" over there even though it's spelled "satchets." Why are they throwing in French? The best shirt I saw while in England was this red one that a guy wore. On it said, "You say tomato. I say fuck you!" |
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| 09.17.05 (2:51 pm) [edit] |
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I hadn't realised how much I had missed Chinese food 'til today. My mom and I went for wonton. Tomorrow night I'm going to her place for dinner. There were lots of Chinese places in England, but we didn't go to any because T doesn't like Chinese food. For some reason she thinks it's all pig's feet and seafood :roll: But my fridge is full once again. It's stocked full of vegetables and fruit. Tonight I'm making pizza. Right now, I'm making some stock, too. I wore one of my new skirts today, and got two compliments on it!! I got this skirt at the Portobello Market in London. It's long and flowy (like the trend is over there right now), orange and floral with sequins. I first noticed this skirt on a woman on the tube. She had it in tan and her top and accessories were so well-coordinated; I was envious. Then lo and behold, I saw the same skirt either that day or soon after. I totally scored! [b]Day 1: London[/b] (Photos in the links) T and I met up at Vancouver International on the Sept. 1, and then checked in. I think it was about noon when we left. We arrived shortly before 6 am at Heathrow, so we had to circle around for a while before landing. We landed at about 6:05 am. Then T and I took the Tube, and found our hotel. We stayed at the Beaver Hotel in Earls Court. It was kind of what I expected -- small and just had the bare basics. We dropped off our stuff and started walking. We walked all day that day. We hit the Natural History Museum first. We went in because it was free. There was a dinosaur and human body exhibiti. This was where our "Tour de Balls" started. Balls as in ... you know. Everywhere we saw male genitalia or anything related to it, we snapped a photo. I would have liked to have seen the diamonds exhibit, but we didn't really want to pay. It was amazing how the displays for so great for something that cost nothing!! Then we got to Hyde Park. There were lots of birds around, and there were all these nice lounge chairs for people to sit on. Too bad we don't have that kind of stuff here. I thought it was weird that people weren't taking advantage of those chairs. The weather was great!! It was really quite hot. For the rest of the afternoon, we just walked...We hit Harrod's and went in for about half an hour?? It was too overwhelming, so we just looked at some food and some accessories and left. We went by the supermarket and bought some stuff. I bought some milk. I liked their allergy alert on the carton. We were pretty beat. We'd been walking around since the morning, and by the time we got back to the hotel, it was probably over 12 hours later. I love the supermarkets in England, I must say. When T went to take a shower, she came back out and told me there was no hot water. Actually, I had noticed earlier that that there was no hot water from the faucet in the sink. She told me to tell the guy at the front desk, so when I went out there and told him there was no hot water, he gave me the "what do you want me to do about it" look. Anyway, it turns out she hadn't waited long enough for the water to get hot. :lol: Seemed like *everything* took a while to get going, including the lights, the TV, and the water. One thing I noticed was that paper towels are not common in public "toilets". Our washrooms here are equipped with paper towel dispensers. There was only one place that had paper towels. But the toilets were generally very clean, to my surprise. Another thing was that they always had hot and cold faucets. I am so used to having warm water coming out of one faucet. It was fun trying to wash my face with hot and cold water. I thought it was also weird that people were encouraged to leave garbage everywhere. There were constantly people picking up "rubbish." And the air pollution was quite lovely. It gave us black boogers. The air used to be like that in Hong Kong, too, but it's not like that anymore. |
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| ++I'm home |
| 09.16.05 (9:00 pm) [edit] |
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I'll post more detailed entries about my trip later. I'm finally tired! I was sad to leave England :( I can't wait to go back. There was so much I hadn't seen. London was the best part. I could totally see myself living there. I'm a great packer. My suitcase, returning home, was 5 pounds over the limit, so I took out my bag of dirty laundry and shoved it in my extra backpack. I was prepared! I seem to have lost a CD of photos I had burned from my trip :cry: I didn't delete all the pics from my memory card, just in case something happened to the CD. I remember attempting to put it in my suitcase, but I could not locate it afterwards. And after this trip, I've decided I want a tripod. Nobody can take the kind of photos I would want to take. So now I have a lot of crappy photos of me taken on my camera. And a tripod would help with the shakey hand thing, too. Now, there are a bunch on sale right now, but I need to probably spend the next several months at home spending *no* money at all to pay off my bills from this trip. Hmm. I want a tripod now!! It's a sucky feeling knowing that I have to get back to real life now :lol: I'm glad T and I went on this trip together, but our traveling styles are way too different to consider this kind of trip together again. Besides, she plans on making babies really soon, so it's not like we'll be traveling together any time soon! When I travel, I want to see as much as I can in a day, every day. I don't care if I end up exhausted. I like to go off in the morning and come back post-dinner time. I don't hold back too much when it comes to spending, but I don't go crazy either. And I just suck up the culture as best I can. However, traveling with T meant...going into every skate shop we passed, early nights, listening to complaints about the food, not wanting to do things because they cost "too much" money, not wanting to spend a lot of time at one place, yet trying to fit too much in another. She's not an experienced traveler, but was too headstrong to listen to my suggestions. So...that was slightly frustrating. I think she's soaked up the small town mentality, finally. Actually, other minor things that got to me was she always walked ahead of me...like way ahead, and she always seemed to pick the seat I'd want in a restaurant/pub/cafe, and she'd always make sure she was in front of me for anything that required a queue. I can understand the seat thing -- our thought processes are eerily similar. But anyway... It's kind of nice to be home -- to be able to use my vocabulary again (queue...who uses that word other than the English?!) and to see some Asians. I look forward to using single-fauceted sinks. I am going to gorge myself on vegetables in the next few days. |
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| 09.07.05 (11:53 pm) [edit] |
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That's the problem with being on vacation -- I tend to lose track of dates. This will probably be my last post before I come home. We're off to Oxford tonight, I think, and then we'll be in Paignton Saturday. I hope to have some fish 'n' chips. I don't like mushy peas. Cambridge is such a lovely city. Last night we hung out with JB's parents, too. What a friendly bunch. It's just so different out here compared to London, aside from the pace of life. It reminds me more of home, with the greenery and the skaters. People also tended to check me out in London, but here Tara gets the looks. I did, however, make an Italian "friend" yesterday. I passed this guy walking down the street, and then turned around and started talking to me. I can't remember how he started the conversation, but I thought he was going to ask me for directions or something. He did ask me if I spoke French, which was a peculiar question. Coincidentally, I can speak a little. Why not just speak English?? Anyhow, he asked me out for a coffee, and he gave me his number. No, not gonna call! I still haven't had any spotted dick, either. |
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| ++In England |
| 09.06.05 (2:34 pm) [edit] |
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I'm alive and stilll here! I'll probably have forgotten everything I've done until I look at my photos when I get home. Traveling with T has been interesting...We left London today and are now in Cambridge at JB's. I can't get over the kindness and hospitality of some of the people around here. JF was absolutlely fabulous. T was like "now *that* is boyfriend material" BWAHAHAHA But he was definitely a sweetheart. In London we saw a lot of the touristy spots including Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, London Eye, Harrod's, Piccadilly Circus, Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London, and a bunch of other places,. We really packed it all in several days. We changed our minds about going to Paris because of time and money. I definitely want to visit again. We met up with my cousin last night too. I hadn't talked to her for at least 15 years I think. The shopping here is great. I really enjoyed the hustle and bustle of London; it reminded me a lot of Hong Kong and New York. I guess I am just a city girl at heart. But Cambridge has been lovely so far. I hope we go punting tomorrow. One thing I hope to figure out by the time I get home is whole head nodding thing. Guys nod at me a lot, and I'm just wondering if it's a "hey" thing or a "heeeeey" thing. :wink: I've mailed off a few postcards. The only thing I really need to bring home is loads of Cadbury chocolate. JB's accent is hard to decipher sometimes. I'll fill in more details when I return. This laptop is killing my wrists!! |
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