I'm in a ranty mood. Oh wait, what else is new?

My friend's girlfriend MSNs me sometimes, and I usually don't chat very long with her. It's a lot of small talk, but before it was usually about what she'd been eating and how bad she felt about eating or her aquarium. But what gets me most is her poor English combined with shortcutted spelling. And now her boyfriend types like her on MSN, too. "enuf" "lil" URGH.

When he MSNs these days, it's him complaining about his job. I'm sorry he's not enjoying his job, but  I think that if people really hate something so much about their lives, they should either do something about it or accept it. Complaining won't do much except drive everyone else nuts.

And as for his job...is it his industry or what? He's an accountant, and this is his third job in what... 8 months? With the first one, his contract ended, and his company did not renew it or hire him full-time. He got let go from his last job after a couple of months, and now he's about 2 weeks into his current one, and he is complaining about it. With all the jobs, he complains about the women he works with. Apparently, they *all* talk about him behind his back, and they *all* think he is stupid, and he overhears all these conversations. I just have a hard time believing it.

Is it Friday already?

People have been busy this week. Here are some of the searches people have been doing and evidently, coming to my blog...Here we go!

rosietulips
Yes, that's me.

naked tulips links
naked tulips
Can't get tired of those naked tulips...

fook mi costume
I won a prize for my costume that year.

o'ryan's chips
OMG, sour cream 'n' bacon were the best...Oh those ripples. My mouth is watering now.

pole dancing class washington
I'm sure there are some out there, but if not, buy your own franchise or become a certified instructor from Aradia Fitness . I learned everything I know from them!
pole dancing in Hong Kong
I don't know think pole dancing is all that popular in Hong Kong, but here is an article for any Chinese readers.

what-goes-with-shrimp-sca mpi
I'm-thinking-some-wide-no odle-like-fettucini-or-ev en-some-risotto.

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Yes, it's possible.

best friend's mom
Is there something you'd like to say to her?

porno web camera paignton
I think everyone in Paignton is at least 60. Who else is into senior porn?

portobello market in london
Hey, I went there and bought a couple of skirts.

am i too clingy?
I don't know. How much attention do you need?

underskirt blog
Does anyone wear underskirts anymore?

orajel blowjob
I highly discourage use of orajel anywhere before a blowjob. Numb body parts are of no use.

If I didn't have to speak coherently today, I'd just grunt my way through. I am exhausted! Getting early to workout compounded with barely any dinner  makes for a very tired, cranky, and irritable Rosie!!

Today's going to be a long day. I have class tonight, and I didn't do any work for the team project part. Oops. I'm supposed to collect date on the UI people at my work. But hey, guess what?? We have none! And it's extremely disappointing that i keep finding spelling errors in our user interface. And even more disappointing is that there is no rush to fix them. *eyes roll*

Yesterday was so busy with work. I guess I am coming in this weekend and next. I have 'til Sunday, April 9 to finish all my work. Even though we have a new writer, she is still learning everything, so I have still pretty much done all the documentation for this release. I'm glad they had made finding a new writer a priority when I told them it was a good time to hire since it was a downtime. Instead, she started when it got busy. I laughed when she said to me yesterday, "maybe they'll be lenient on me since I was in training." BWAHAHAHA I just kind of looked at her and said, "uh, no." 

I saw Inside Man last night. It was really good. I still can't figure out something that happened in the movie. I guess it would help if I recognised the characters. I won't say anymore so I don't ruin the movie for anyone. But Denzel does not look to good  with that thin little 'stache. 

The movie theatres have silently raised the prices on the food. They now charge tax on top of the price!! Tax used to be included. I threw away half my popcorn. I was going to save it, but then I started thinking about its nutritional value. This morning I thought about having some Bacon McGriddles for breakfast but I thought about the nutritional value again. Two of those provides you with 84% of your suggested daily intake of saturated and trans fat.

I've been craving foods that satisfy me lately -- they're foods that aren't very good for me, though. I'm waiting for an occasion when I feel like I deserve a treat or when I have some time.

Okay, back to work! 

I dated this one guy briefly, and our circle of friends would joke around (behind his back, of course) about how CHEAP he was. Oh how times change.

Cheapo used to not want to go to really high-end restaurants because he felt he could cook just as well as the chefs in such establishments. And now he's decided he wants to be a dot-com-mogul. He's in the process of leaving his day job and focus solely on his Web site.

I think he's just riding on the coat tails of our mutual friend who's been very successful with his Web sites. There's good mentorship there, but Cheapo is counting his chickens before they're hatched. I can appreciate his enthusiasm. His site is doing okay, but he's not getting rich off it, yet. But he still calls himself a dot-com-mogul. *eyes roll*

Anyway, he recently spent $400 on a dinner for him and his girlfriend. I guess he's decided that fine dining isn't all that bad! I see him trying to be like our mutual friend. This friend was living this way years ago.

I thought with my increased exercise, my regular body temp would be a bit higher, but I think I am just really sensitive to temp changes!! By the time I get the shower after my workout, I am freezing cold. I am freezing cold now!!

My boobs shrank over this weekend. That's not a bad thing. 

And hey! I woke up nice and early without the help of my alarm clock! I actually had forgotten to turn it off.

Recently, there was a ferry sinking incident here. The newspapers have had pages and pages about it every single day. For some reason, I haven't been compelled to read about it. I know I should be informed about everything that is going on, but this story has not grabbed me at all.

In fact, the newspaper I subscribe to has been pissing me off. I find the writing to be not so good. The writers don't even know the difference between emigrating and immigrating. I dunno...I think newspapers have a responsibility to use proper English, given the huge readership they get. And what ticks me off most is when writers throw in subjective adjectives. Is that really reporting the news? I don't think so. 

I was sitting on someone futon with my legs in front of me. I could tell they were going to fall asleep quickly. And then I warded off a calf cramp, too!

Last night, I went to The Godmother's housewarming. I used to call her Special K here, but I think The Godmother is more suitable. It wasn't so bad seeing Dr. T's other woman again. She is such a nice girl. I wasn't sure if it was her, but I recognised her voice. For those not in the loop, Dr. T was someone that I was hoping to get involved with back in the fall. Not only was he wooing me, but he was also wooing someone else. We found out about this through The Godmother. Dr. T lost both of us.

And I was trying to be discrete about seeing Cute Butt Boy after the housewarming, but it was hard! I guess my friends saw me meet up with him, and since I am such a horrible liar, I told The Godmother I was going to see him. She asked me if I was still unattached, and I happily reported yes. I might go donate blood with him next week. He does it regularly; I've never done it. I just don't like the feeling of my blood being drawn out of it; I always say it's my life getting sucked right out of me.

I'm not sure if I am supposed to be telling him when I go on dates. He said he was fine with me dating, but I've no idea how much info I am supposed to divulge. I told him I was supposed to go out for dinner tonight, and he asked me if it was a date. I told him yes. And then later on when he was walking me ot my car, he asked me if I had been on any other dates since we last saw each other. Whatever we have going on actually works for me right now. I am glad.

Anyway, tonight...I was going to go out with Big Legs. It bugs me that he prefers to communicate through email instead of the phone when it comes to planning. I generally like to stay away from my computer when I am not at work. So...yesterday morning, I had an email from him about tonight (And I'm glad it took him 3 days to write back *eyes roll*). He asked if I could drive to him. At first, I emailed him back and said "okay, provided the roads were completely clear." I'd be driving up to a ski resort, and even though my car has snow tires, it really sucks in the snow, and I'd be on a highway that's known for lots of accidents. I didn't really want to take the risk. 

I was going to get back to him today and ask if I could get a raincheque. Not only because of the roads, but it's about 2 hour drive each way. Being that it's Sunday, and he wanted to meet up for dinner, and that I'm planning on getting up around 6 -6:30 tomorrow morning, I'd rather reschedule. Anyway, he took my original reply as that I didn't want to get together tonight. *shrugs* I guess the roads were bad. He didn't comment but he just gave a short "Hey Rosie. No worries about Sunday. Another time."

I've lost interest already. 

I forgot to mention...

I've decided I will weigh myself every Friday. I am at 150 lbs right now. Two-three years of good habits...down the drain.

And I think I will change my food habits again and go back to 3 meals and maybe a snack or something. I think I was eating too much with my attempted 5 meals a day. I was making good food choices, but I think my portions were too big. Not that I"ve ever dieted a day in my life. I eat pretty well most of the time, but then I give in occasionally to some indulgences -- maybe once a week? not bad at all :)

One thing I don't get is why people think their shoes are so heavy. When my luggage was 5 lbs over the max weight, my friend told me to take out a pair of shoes. When people weigh themselves at the gym, they take off their shoes. How much do people think their shoes are going to affect the weight?  

But then I again, I have size 6 - 6.5 feet. People always tell me I have small feet. I guess that would affect shoe weight. 

Today is Friday; I don't know why I thought yesterday was Friday. Why didn't anyone tell me??

My new workout regime...is making me cranky BWAHAHAHA I spend about an hour and a half at the gym before work now. This means I have to get up hours earlier than I used to. Yesterday morning, I got up at 5:30 am. This morning, I got to the gym at 7, and ran for about 3 miles. So everyone seems extra annoying.

Pilot Boy talks incessantly about computers to me. I can only take so much computer, car, and plane talk. Since he does not flirt or attempt to woo me, I am getting bored.

And Needy Boy...I don't know if I ever gave him a nickname, but we went on a date to the Everything to do with Sex Show. Maybe I called him Newfie Boy, but he's been getting on my nerves to because he is constantly begging for attention. 

And today I am going out for lunch. I've spent a lot of money this week, and I don't really want to spend the money. But I am going because it's a social thing with a co-worker. She is cool and all but she stops by from time to time and we end up talking about shopping *eyes roll* for like 20 minutes.

I guess when I get into my work, I am really focussed. Any kind of interruption really distracts me and I get annoyed.  That's why I was also ticked off when I was eating my lunch, and this other co-worker came by and asked me if I had time to help him with something. Did it look like I had time? I didn't say that. Instead, I stopped eating and working so I could turn my full attention on his issue.

MEH. 

I am leaving for lunch in 15 minutes. I got into the office one hour ago, and have done jack sh*t. 

I saw V for Vendetta last night. I thought it was great!! It was very entertaining, but my friends did not like it. It was a great romance, a little cheesey at the end, and Natalie Portman was awesome. I really like her as an actress.

So yeah...people have doing their Internet searches and finding my blog. What are people looking for?

naked tulips
Again! People can't get enough of them. Well, it's officially spring. The tulips will be everywhere soon.

victorias secret v string -ebay -programming -lua
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Do people actually blog about how comfortable Victoria's Secret v-strings are? Because I don't think they're that comfy. And quite frankly, they're not the most hygenic things to wear.

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Stranger things have happened, but I don't recommend being friends with your friend's ex!

permanent nipple dye
You should just embrace the nipple colour you were born with.

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I don't think using Firefox brings *that* benefit.

capricorn women unlucky love
Capricorn women are not any unluckier in love than all the other signs. However, Capricorns tend to be a little guarded at first. I think this makes suitors feel unwanted, and Capricorns lose out on some opportunities.

pvc nurse photos
What nurse would wear PVC? It would get too hot.

love men in briefs
YES! I DO!

anal sex orajel
If you want to numb your bunghole before getting it in the poop chute, apparently orajel is the thing to use. But if you really want to experience anal, skip the orajel. Also, getting it in the butt over a long period of time *will* assist you in being incontinent! Just a warning. I am looking out for you.

That latest NIN single...Every Day is Exactly the Same... I am so sick and tired of it. The song is so boring and the lyrics are so repetitive. It makes me thinkg "every lyric is exactly the same" every time I hear it.

And when people are bored and sitting on the Internet and come to me to expect them to cure them of their boredom, I wish they would just get off the computer and go do something away from it. Least of all, don't expect me to be entertainment!!  

Usually when I get into work, I have a couple of people message me right away on MSN. It's been more than distracting lately.

I was late for work, too. I didn't realise a pilot class I offered to sit in on started today, so I was an hour late. And there is another session tomorrow. I am a little choked since I only volunteered for one class, but they put me in two. The help I have offered this course with proofreading and sitting in has cut into time for my own work. I think I should get an A&B coin for it, but I know I won't.

I think I am up to Retrograde Persons #7 and #8. I saw my trainer at the gym yesterday, and I haven't seen her in months. I need her! This morning at the gym, I also ran into a woman I met through pole dancing. She is the only person I still talk to from those classes. The retrograde ends this Saturday. I'm going to see how many people I run into after that for a couple of weeks. I think my numbers will be waaay lower. 

My friend Poola is so flighty...I have come to accept it. She's been very excited about moving in with her man. She wanted to buy toilet paper and cleaning products and all sorts of stuff. She would have bought all that stuff, brought it to her current place, and then move it all again to the new place... I think that method is a waste of energy. And she also bought all these drawer compartment things, and I am sure she doesn't know the drawers' measurements. But she's happy and excited, and I am thrilled for her!

Last weekend I filed away a whole bunch of stuff in my new filling cabinet. I came across some bus transfers that were like 10 years old. I'm a pack rat...but these bus transfers were used the day I got my body art. And I even saved those receipts. My tattoo cost me $192. 

Yesterday I had a conversation with Big Legs, and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He told me he was a player. I would only want to know if he is or isn't. From our first date, I wouldn't have guessed that about him because of the things he said. However, having dated a guy who's told me things like, "I'm done with dating around," "I want to settle down," and find out that those were complete lies, I have to be wary.

Man, I am hungry. 

I made a great salsa last night, but I can still onion and garlic on me. I can't tell if it's my fingers, or if the scent is seeping through my pores!

I felt really good after my workout this morning. I hope these good feelings come again.

So, HP has come out with a new camera with a feature that slims people down in their photos. I think that's a really useless feature. It might be fun the first few shots, but seriously! I couldn't tell if everything in the picture was slimmed down or if it was just the person. It would take a lot of good AI to pick out only the people...

And Ashley MacIsaac wants to lead the Liberal party...umm....I just can't take him seriously right now. He was on the news in his sunglasses, cap, and fur coat. I shouldn't judge. He feels the party needs young and fresh ideas. He might have some but just because of the way he is, I think his ideas might be completely out there. I'll have to check out his Web site to see if it has anything substantial there. I've never enjoyed his music either.

One year he headlined at UBC's Arts County Fair, and that was the smallest crowd of all the years I went.  

It's just natural to check out someone's butt, but I don't want people checking out mine!! Well, sometimes I am okay with it; it depends what I am wearing.

I have this great skirt, but sometimes I wonder if it's too clingy for work. 

From www.astralreflections.com : 

"CAPRICORN is a hardheaded lover. Capricorn women are skeptical, they want you to prove you love them first, then they'll decide whether they love you or not. Capricorn tends to say, "Don't do that for ME." They want you to be independent, they want you to make your decisions for yourself - that's the only way they can ultimately trust you. (When you think about it, this is a good tactic, for if you're true to yourself and still want Capricorn, then your affection and intentions will probably last.) This sign doesn't trust sentimentality: they want hard, firm, solid, realistic emotions. Don't ooze sadness, adoration, gooey sugar, sweet nothings or other fluff - at least not until Cap has admitted you into their embrace of trust. This sign (especially the female members) should always marry someone who is 1) ambitious, and 2) capable of realizing those ambitions. A dreamy or unrealistic mate will drive poor Capricorn up the wall."

I'm a Sagittarius-Capricorn cusp, but I'm 2/3 Cap. I always did say I don't like changing guys I date; if there's something I don't like about them, and I can't take it -- I dump them!! The Sag part of me likes her space. Having a guy want to see me all the time? No, thanks.

So, the cold has won. I feel a little off, but I'm not some sneezing, sniffley mess. I hope it stays that way. I just feel a little rundown. I think I will go take a nap after I finish writing this entry. It was sweet of Cute Butt Boy to call to see how I was doing. But then again, he probably needed to know since he had asked to get together tonight...late.

I have a list of things to do today, but I might not get around to any of it!!

Last night, I went out for dinner, and this little girl was there. She was so funny. And she had a huge appetite. I thought that was cool. But my mom kept commenting to her "wow, you sure eat a lot!" (I think she ate more than me and my mom combined?!) I kept elbowing my mom every time she said anything like that. This 9 year old wasn't fat or anything. I told my mom she's probably heading into puberty soon, and I asked her didn't I eat like that? My mom said no. I was a heavy kid, and I didn't have any dietary restrictions. And I was eating all the time.

I still eat all the time. BWAHAHAHA But I try to watch what I eat. Thankfully, I am not into greasy, fatty food. My weakness would have to be dessert.

And it looks like the comments here aren't working again :( For one day, I could see comments replied to me from other blogs in the "My Comments" section. Not anymore!

What I hate about being sick is that foggy head. I lose my train of thought way too quickly. 

Where the hell *did* JennJr go?? She's gottan a few Friday Find-Mes going.

Here are some of the lovelier searches people have done for this week, thus finding my blog:

naked tulips
I still don't get it...aren't tulips always naked?

didn't email me back & not that into you
Obviously he's not into either of us, then.

he's not interested
Probably not. Trust your gut instinct.

my girlfriend pvc nurse online photos
You should just ask her for the photos because you're not going to find them at my blog!

asian women big calves
Asian women don't usually have big calves. In fact, they aren't usually very muscular. I, on the other hand, was blessed!

z95.3 message boards
Sometimes I listen to Z, but I didn't even know they had message boards. Why not just go to their Web site? www.z953.com

panties frilly lacey
I'm not too crazy about frills or lace, but I will take 'em! The downside to lace is that if you wear tight clothes, the lace will show through. And that's no good.

hips and thongs
Hanky Panky low-rise thongs are great, but if you don't have wide hips, the thongs might not stay up very well!

That's about it. And people stumble over here when searching for "www.awardselect.com." If you're going to type out the whole URL in a search, why not just go to the site?? I don't get it.

People also come here from looking at a photo I took of some delicious focaccia bread. I don't know how they find that one, either.

Last night, my friends were saying how all their boyfriends have a whole library in the bathroom. In fact, that's why one of them got a magazine rack for the bathroom because newspapers were strewn all over the floor. They all think it's weird to read in the bathroom, and some thought it was gross because of the spray from the flush.

"There is fecal matter all over the place!" BWAHAHAHA

I didn't say anything...because I keep magazines in the bathroom. Not that I sit there for hours reading. Magazines are good because the articles and columns are short. I don't need much time on the can!

Speaking of libraries, Book Guy bores me to tears with all his book talk. I am not a voracious reader any more (I used to read a book or two a day like 15- 20 years ago...and then I got into text books). I don't know why he keeps talking to me about books. It's nice that he asks me for my opinions, but often I just don't have any. "Have you read.. ?" "No." "Have you read.. ?" "No." "Have you read.. ?" "No."

In fact, he makes conversation with me too often. I'm just not interested!

And now for work, I have to dig up all my proof of post-secondary education. Aside from the usual degree and diplomas, I am not sure what else I need to include. I've taken soooo many courses that even work has paid for. Ugh. How ironic that just a couple of days ago, I was hoping I would never have to dig up all my certificates of completion for my writing courses. That's what I get for putting off organising my stuff. *eyes roll*

The best way to freak me out is to like me or appear really keen on getting into my pants.

So last week, Big Legs and I had a good time on our date. He asked me out again. Great, right? Yes. But he suggested renting a movie and chilling and "maybe continue where we left off." That just screams to me "let's get it ON!" I've chickened out and suggested going out for sushi.

Quite frankly, our kissing made him seem less attractive to me. 

Last night I went to a seminar about how to have better orgasms (for women). What a disappointment. I guess the name and description of the seminar was misleading. Or maybe I wasn't part of their intended audience, whoever that was supposed to be. They tried to include women who'd never had orgasms before.

The speaker talked about things to do. It was mostly just getting to know your body. I had done a lot of what she talked about when I first started exploring my body. But I guess this class reminded me I'd not done any exploring in a long time. One of the handouts we got was a list of questions that would help us take inventory about our past surrounding what we were taught about sexuality. I'll be sure to do that.

My parents taught me hardly anything about sex. They didn't even give me the birds and the bees talk, but they did try to teach me that sex is meant for husband and wife. Later on in life, I learned they didn't wait, but I don't think I will ever forget my dad telling me that my husband will be very happy if I'm a virgin when he and I marry.  (Too late for that...MWUAHAHAA)

I read a lot of literature on sex back in the day...so much that any new sex-related book on the market seems full of the same information. *yawn*

It's just a new generation now, and I think people are more informed and more open to talking about sex (and not just the mechanics). 

Having heard from Special K that their blowjob seminar was not very informative, and this orgasm seminar not being that informative, I'm having second thoughts about another seminar that piqued my interest. I'll think about it. At least it would be one where I could be more informed.

Dariana tagged me!

I did this meme a while back, but I don't know where it is or what I put, so I'll just re-post!

Four jobs I have had:
Movie theatre floor person
Bookkeeper
Rental property "researcher"
Technical writer (my current job)

Four movies I can watch over and over:
Dirty Dancing
Double Happiness
Deuce Bigalow
Harold and Kumar go to White Castle

Four places I have lived:
Richmond, BC, Canada
Richmond, BC, Canada
Richmond, BC, Canada
Richmond, BC, Canada

I've only lived in one city...but I've moved every 5 years or so!!

Four tv shows I love:
Six Feet Under
Scrubs
Grey's Anatomy
Big Brother

Four places I have been to on holiday:
London, England
Sydney, Australia
Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
Hong Kong

Four favorite dishes:
my mom's stirfries
soya sauce chicken
...
...
I'm not a picky eater, but there is nothing out there that I love so much that I'd eat it anytime, any day.

Four sites I visit daily:
tblog.com
hotmail.com
statcounter.com
livejournal.com

Four places I would rather be right now:
At the gym
On the couch at home
Vegas
Hong Kong

Four bloggers I am tagging:
If you are reading this, you are now officially TAGGED!

Drivers who stop right where it says "No Stopping" to drop people off piss me off. They think putting on their hazards and signalling excuses their behaviour? People use their hazards way too much these days. They think it gives them the go-ahead to do whatever they want.

I can't stand when people stop at the crosswalks in malls to drop off people, too. Is it too much to stop in the parking lot, which is right across from the entrance?

Why is it so much trouble for people to walk these days? Where are the considerate drivers?

And then at the gym yesterday, I swear I was sandwiched between someone with bad breath and a farter. Good ventilation in gyms in important.  

Is Madonna trying to bring back the leotard? It always weirds me out when people at the gym where them.  Spandex shorts underneath a leotard makes me wonder. And it's always the older ladies who wear them. I need to buy more work out wear. 

Last week, I had this grand plan to wake up earlier so I can go workout before going to work. So far, I have succeeded in waking up earlier -- not early enough to get to the gym, but I guess it's a start. It takes my alarm clock half an hour to wake me up. I must be tired.  

I think I am getting sick, or at least my body is fighting something. It's always this part of the cycle when I get sick. Ugh!

(I've always said that I like guys with book smarts, but whenever they start demonstrating their book smarts, I get all bored and agitated...It impresses me if you've read all the Harry Potter books -- sort of -- but when you start asking me if one of the characters is my role models and start cracking Harry Potter jokes, it's too much...BWAHAHAHA)

I saw a couple of movies this weekend: Transamerica and Failure to Launch. Transamerica was soooo good. I loved Felicity Huffman's character. I guess I liked the boy's character too. I caught a continuity error in the movie :-) There's one scene where Huffman is not wearing her seatbelt while she's driving. I only noticed that because she made such a big deal about seatbelts earlier in the movie, but in the next scene, her belt is on. Failure to Launch met my fairly low expectations. I just really enjoy looking at Matthew McConaughey. I'm not sure what I think of his acting, but man...he is HOT *sizzle* I love his body, and he's just so cute. I don't even mind his drawl.

Apparently, since my friend, a, and I saw Transamerica, we're even now. We saw Waiting, and I thought it was worst movie ever. What is it with guys so against seeing other penises in movies?? ;-) The next time we get together, we're going to make some shrimp scampi. What goes with shrimp scampi? Actually, he will probably do the cooking, and I'll watch.

Saturday night was a date with Big Legs. I bet they're rock hard...Anyway, we met up for coffee in evening. That was all I was expecting. But then we went and grabbed some food, and then we went to the movies. I guess it's a good sign if the date goes on. I really enjoyed his company. I wonder if he will pay for anything the next date. I even broke my no-movies-on-a-first-date rule.

I also went on a shredding frenzy this weekend. I really need to vaccuum and do the floors, but I'm really proud of myself for unpacking one box and filing a whole bunch of stuff. I totally stocked up on groceries yesterday and watched half of the first season of Grey's Anatomy. And my bathrooms are clean!! Not bad at all.

Oh dear. I hope the dull throbbing in my head doesn't turn into the same kind of wicked headache I had last night. Sometimes I wonder if they're migraines. Tylenol didn't help, and I was feeling a little nauseated. 

I didn't see Cute Butt Boy this weekend, but he called me. I thought that was a little weird. 

Chatting with Hairy Butt Boy (HBB) can be quite entertaining sometimes. I think he is still trying to ask me out, but he will never succeed. He's too passive. But the more I chat with him, the more I know he's not for me *L* He doesn't get me, and he's a lot more conservative than I am.

Sometimes I wonder if this guy is for real? Or if he is just playing with me?

Conversation #1

Rosie: do you ever want a place of your own?
HBB: yes
HBB: of course
HBB: why?
HBB: why do you ask?
Rosie: just curious since you live with your mom and sister
HBB: that's ok right?
Rosie: for asians, yes *L*
HBB: HAHA!!!!!!!!!
Rosie: Do you ever bring girls home??
HBB: bring girls home? what do you mean?
HBB: to pick me up to go somewhere?
HBB: yea.. why not?
Rosie: no, to stay over!
HBB: why would they want to stay over? they have their own place
Rosie: to stay with you!
Rosie: to get it on! Woo!
HBB: huh?
Rosie: Never mind *L*
HBB: you mean to have dinner?
Rosie: never mind

Conversation #2

HBB: my eyes are itchy now
HBB: i gotta learn to stop scratching them
Rosie: scratching your eyes would hurt
Rosie: scratch your bum i nstead
HBB: why would scratching my bum help my eyes?
Rosie: It just would
HBB: oh
HBB: no
HBB: i don't think so
Rosie: yes!
Rosie: I think so
HBB: do you sometimes do that?
Rosie: all the time
HBB: oh
HBB: it's kinda weird?
Rosie: bum scratching is weird?
HBB: i think so
Rosie: why is bum scratching weird?
HBB: people will think it's weird
HBB: what happens if I scratched my bum in front of you?
Rosie: scratching is very natural
HBB: would you think that's funny?
Rosie: do you care that much what people think?
Rosie: If you did that in front of me, I'd think you had an itchy bum
HBB: See?
HBB: why would scratching my bum help me from my itchy eyes?
Rosie: to keep your mind off your itchy eyes
HBB: oh

Conversation #3

HBB: it was soooooo crowded in the skytrain today
HBB: i felt like a sardine
Rosie: did you cop a feel?
HBB: no.. there were no cops
HBB: the cops were probably hiding though

Conversation #4

HBB: so any plans for tonight?
Rosie: yes
Rosie: of course!
HBB: what will you be doing?
HBB: hot date? [He's always asking if it's a date every time I tell him I am doing something. Ugh!]
HBB: ;)
Rosie: yes 8-)
HBB: with a white guy who is not wimpy? [I had told him I thought Asian guys were too wimpy, as a joke.]
Rosie: no actually
Rosie: he's a mix
HBB: a mix?
HBB: a CBC? [Canadian Born Chinese]
Rosie: a mix
HBB: a mix?
HBB: what is it?
Rosie: he is a mix of races
HBB: oh wow
Rosie: HBB, have you lived a sheltered life?? *L*
HBB: Sheltered?
HBB: what do you mean sheltered?
Rosie: nothing!
HBB: you mean like live like a hermit?

We have a program here at work...we can give or receive "Above and Beyond" coins for jobs well done. At the end of the quarter, the coin is worth...I forget $20 or $40.

I think it's a ridiculous program. People get these friggin coins for doing their job. They give coins a lot for people who work extra  hours.

We used to be able to bank that time and take it off.

Also, being in the software biz, it's just normal to work a lot of extra hours, especially close to a deadline. And when it's quiet, we can take it easy. 

What gets me most is when someone gets a coin for writing a document. I've had to clean up these documents before, and do I get a friggin' coin for it? No! It's more work for me on top of my regular work. And to have techies creating bad documents? Why are we praising bad documentation? Ugh.

I hate that program. 

Last night I went to the Annual General Meeting for my strata. I guess the issues were not pressing enough because we got about 1/6 of the condo owners present.

With the past meetings, there was more talk about the leaks in one of the buildings, but last night was mostly budget stuff and amending bylaws.

Every single frickin' time there is a meeting about the budget, *some*body has to complain about the building manager's wages. Every time, poeple ask, "why is she paid so much? Why does she get a raise when I don't?"

1. In two years, she went from looking after 2 buildings to 4 buildings.
2. If you feel you deserve a raise, ask for one, or get a better paying job.

I think our building manager does a great job, personally, and I think her salary is reasonable.

And then someone always asks why we spend so much on every fee listed. Do people understand the purpose of a budget? A budget is a budget -- not "we are going to spend this much money with your fees." Our strata council president seems to be able to answer to people's complaints eloquently for the most part.

One guy wanted to know the status of the leaky condo repairs. "At the last meeting, YOU said the repairs were going to start soon after we voted."  I rolled my eyes...because I know nobody ever said that. Our last few meetings were about litigation so we could figure who was going to pay for the repairs (just the people living in the building or everyone in the strata?). So they argued back and forth.

"No, that's not what was said." "YES! That is what you said." "No, we discussed litigation..." "YES! That is what you said. SO WE'RE PAYING MONEY TO SUE OURSELVES?!"

I'd never seen the guy before...I wonder if he actually went to the meetings. It bugs me when people bring up things that were already discussed and posted in the meeting minutes. He didn't bother to stay after his outburst.

And MY REAL ESTATE AGENT WAS THERE. This time he actually talked to me. He didn't even know my name...remembered my last name and my parents. I really hated that he didn't treat me like a client. He still thought that my DAD bought my me condo and that I was in my early 20s.

This guy just reminded me of my dad when he got all creepy. Not that my dad is creepy, but he likes to charm the ladies. I think that because he views women as objects, I've picked up on that and sometimes (often?) I treat men like objects. Anyway, my agent was just being gross.

He tapped  me on the shoulder and said, "you probably don't remember me, do you?" Of course I did; he was the SHITTIEST agent ever. Not only did he not remember me, EVER, but he called often to try to get business with my dad. And he gave me one week's notice when my place was ready. He was supposed to give me 30 days. Also, when he was selling me my place, he did not mention the strata's leaky condo woes or provide me with any of the meeting minutes from the past. 

Things he said to me to gross me out or piss me off:

-I didn't think there were any pretty girls living in the building until I saw you.
-What? You're almost 30? You look about 20! I thought you were in college.
-Oh, you're a technical writer. You must be smart. You don't look smart. Just kidding!
-Your parents would kill me if they knew I was talking to you.

When I mentioned to him that he didn't say anything about the leaks, he said, "I'd have gotten in trouble with the builders...Those were just rumours! Every build has assessments. I was just doing my legal duty." Nice BS, buddy. 

And one last vent...

Why join a committee if you're not going to fully participate? We're starting to plan the 2006 work Christmas party. There is a VP on the committee who never comes to the meetings, but she always pipes up that she wants the Christmas parties downtown over emails. I don't know how many discussions we've had that we're trying to save money by having our party outside of downtown. And we've been talking about a few venues for the last few months. Gawd! And today she sends out two emails about why we should be downtown.

Aside from me, my mom and one of my aunts, I don't really know of anyone else who flosses daily. It's weird. Some people do it every other day. And some people don't do it at all! Ew!

I just feel weird if I don't floss every night. And I even just flossed at my cube -- but only between two teeth. There is one gap that always drives me crazy.

I feel lucky today. Maybe I'm in a good mood because it's sunny out.

Someone finally called me back about my parking ticket violation appeal. They weren't going to let it go because of a technicality. My ticket's reference number was not clear, nor was my license plate. However, they fined me for $5. I guess it was arbitrary, but it was supposed to be the cost that parking was supposed to cost me ($8? $10?). Not bad considering the violation was supposed to cost me $50 - $60. For the record, I would have paid for more parking if the machine had given me the option. I liked dealing with that guy. He asked me what my intentions had been, and said he wasn't going to argue with me over a couple of bucks.

I also got my expense claim forms SIGNED!

Vegas, baby! VEGAS!!!!!!  I wonder what clothes I should bring with me...

I hate overpacking for trips. That's probably why I end up not bringing enough clothes, and then I end up wearing new stuff right away.

But it'll be 3 days of business casual, 2 days of Rosie-ness, and 5 nights of who knows what!! I musn't forget the bathing suit, and I should bring some workout stuff. I'll have to workout in the room.

That last post was a hard one to write. Now, it's back to my regularly scheduled blogging...

There is a co-worker of mine. He always wears these black shoes.

One day during a meeting, I was looking at them, and noticed a dark yellow square on the back. It just reminded me of National Geographic.

So whenever I see his shoes, I think of "National Geographic shoes."

It was a hard one to write. Now, it's back to my regularly scheduled blogging...

There is a co-worker of mine. He always wears these black shoes.

One day during a meeting, I was looking at them, and noticed a dark yellow square on the back. It just reminded me of National Geographic.

So whenever I see his shoes, I think of "National Geographic shoes." 

Dammit. I'm not including him in my list of retrograde people...He's not human.

I found out my stalker ex is still alive. I'm not usually vindictive, but I wouldn't be sad if he was dead.

I was surfing at this band's Web site. I went to school with these guys, and I was wondering when they'd be playing in town again. I also went to their guest book. (I had met this ex through the bass player in the band. He was dating my best friend.) And lo and behold, this ex had left a message for  the guy. He left his full name and his city, so it was likely to be him. I felt sick to my stomach.

This ex was not only my worst dating experience, ever, but he was the worst thing to ever happen to me. I guess in the grand scheme of things, life could have been much worse. But I still feel the residual effects.

The feeling of helplessness was the absolute worst. He wouldn't leave me alone after I dumped him. We dated for 6 months, but after the first month, I dumped him once a month. He was very hard to get rid of. But finally I cut him off completely...I'd hang up on him if he called, and I just ignored him. I guess that pissed him off.

He'd drive by my home, ICQ my friends and threaten to post private photos of me on the Internet. Back then, digital cameras were not that popular, but scanners were quite popular. He mailed scanned photos of me to my parents. Luckily, I intercepted those twice. But I couldn't stop the one that went to my mom's work. That was the last straw that made me go to the police.

Before going to the police, I had done the following:

1. Tried getting to Hotmail support because of this freak. I only got a canned response.
2. Tried contacting his ISP. They told me his IP was not assigned.
3. Tried changing my phone number. They told me they didn't change phone numbers just because.
4. Unregistred my ICQ # *sniff* Even though ICQ sucks now and I rarely use it, it was still a very small number.

There was no way to stop his behaviour.  

My experience with the police was not that great. I wish I had stuck with the female officer the first time I phoned. But I ended up dealing with a male officer who did not seem too worried about my situation. I showed him logs of the conversations, the tape of the phone messages, and the photos (that was horribly embarrassing).

"He just sounds like someone who can't let go." "Even with all this stuff, you'd still have to prove it was him at the computer."

Anyway, I couldn't get a restraining order because my ex hadn't done anything criminal. All the officer could do was phone my ex. As they were not in the same jurisdiction, he couldn't even visit my ex. He left me with a "if he does anything again, let me know right away." He did not like the the lawyer that was helping me either.

I got some free legal advice at school. The lawyer thought the officer wasn't pulling his weight. The lawyer was great. He wrote a threatening letter to my ex, ordering him to return  all the original photos, etc. And then due to a family emergency, he had to leave the province. I ended up with a new lawyer who was not very concerned with my plight. I think I could have hired him for a cost, though. *eyes roll*

So after I got my stuff back, I got a Christmas card from the ex, so I went to the police again. The officer phoned again and spoke with my ex' mom. I never heard from him again after that. I think? I just remember him telling me that I ruined his relationship with his mom. And at some point, he got pissed off at me because he apparently tried to commit suicide but I never called to see how he was doing.

I called him The Stalker, but the police file on him says he was "harrassing" me. 

I wonder if he realises what an impact knowing him had on me...how helpless and powerless I felt...not to mention the embarassment. I was naked in my photos. My mom saw them. A couple of my male friends saw them, too. I wonder if he regrets doing any of that. I wonder if he remembers. I know I won't ever forget.

Because of this experience, I can never ever find stalker jokes funny. People who joke "oh, I'd like to be stalked..." think stalking is the ultimate sign of flattery. Well, it's not. It's not fun wondering when your stalker is going to pop up next or what he's going to do.

Thank goodness for the people I was going to school with. We were a close bunch, and they were very supportive. I couldn't go to my parents about my situation. They would have been more concerned that I was naked in front of a guy and more worried about saving face for the family. My dad has no idea this ever happened. And thank goodness for my friends who were there for me. 

I don't treat guys differently since The Stalker, but I'm not so much into the having my photo taken thing these days. BWAHAHAHA 

My dad had met him...after the first meeting, my dad told me this guy was not good enough for me. I think I had defended The Stalker and even tried to appeal to my dad's soft side by saying The Stalker had been abused as a child.

Can people overcome being abused as children? Do they become freaks? I'd like to believe that people can fully recover. Now I am just babbling. Both The Stalker and The Talker were abused. I use the term "freak" loosely, but I have used the term "freak" to describe them. 

Okay, there is no March madness going on yet, but I still haven't recovered from eating this weekend yet. I generally feel gross, and I am not liking the numbers on the scale. I know it's not the numbers that matter, but the body composition. I am not liking my current body composition much either.

Anyway, since I am still feeling gross, I'll just throw in a Tuesday Find-Me! But oh! 24 is *finally* getting good!!

Here are some of the latest terms that people have used to stumble across my blog:

dudely
I assume it's like manly, but I don't know. I like it though...Dudely is better than dudly.

haircut layers
Layers are great if you've got thick hair. I have layers.

milflover
I don't love MILFs. And I am not a MILF, either.

sweaty balls
I definitely don't like sweaty balls. Sometimes the smell can be overpowering, but air them out, and the aroma dissipates. Some guys like to powder their balls to help with the sweat.

no hips
Yeah, I have no hips, either. My pants are always sliding down. It's a pain.

i'll call you later defined
If someone says they'll call you later, they will call you later, but it might not be as soon as you want. Or maybe they'll never call. Best thing is to be patient or forget they ever said it.

rosario dawson's has big boobs
I can't stand Rosario Dawson! You can see her boobs in Alexander and judge her breast size for yourself.

i'm planning on being slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter
I'm glad someone else out there likes that saying.

I can go without Krispy Kreme doughnuts for a looooong time. I am sure of it. The problem is that when I go there, I know I can handle only one doughnut, but I never know which one to get, so ultimately, I buy all my favourites.

I'd been eating 2 -3 a day over the past couple of days, so now I have finally crashed from the sugar. I'm really out of it today.

And yesterday I went to Special K's Oscar party. It was fun...and I ate a lot of junk...chips, candy, and the chocolate fondue. MMMM....Reese Witherspoon's speech brought a tear to my eye. Other than...that was about it. The musical performance...we could have done without. Jon Stewart was alright. 

I hope I recover from this junk food binge really soon. I need my health. And I hope I am just imagining the pressure in my chest! 

And let's add Person #4 to the list! Yesterday when I was entering the supermarket, I saw my best friend from high school. I didn't talk to her though. I didn't really want to. We were so close back then. I ended up hiding and hoping she didn't see me. I hadn't seen S in a few years. I hope I don't regret not talking to her. I always wonder how she is doing.

I totally dig sour cream and onion chips, but man, do they leave you with the tastiest breath. It's been overnight, and I can still taste the flavour!

Last night was fun...got together with the a bunch of friends and shot the poo.

I had also eaten 2 more Krispy Kreme doughnuts before heading out. I have 3 doughnuts left. It's just a matter of time before I crash from the sugar.

Speaking of sugar, Person #3 has made his appearance. A guy I haven't spoken to for 4 months made a re-appearance yesterday. For some reason, I had also removed him from my MSN list. I wonder if that was an accident.

After I started using base for my mascara, I started wondering what the point of using it was, but now I know. It prevents my mascara from smudging!!! I know I've had a good night when I have black rings around my eyes from laughing so much. I used to use Lancome's Cils Booster, but I found it too clumpy. I hear Shiseido makes a good mascara base. I will have to try it some time.

And last night, I had the strangest dream...it was all so clear...Waynus and I were sitting in some cafe and burying the hatchet. Maybe he apologised (that's all I ever wanted from him), and he sheepishly started telling me had some news. He started talking and said that he shouldn't tell me, but I told him I knew. "You're getting married." And he asked me how I knew, and I said that I just knew. Then I told him I had visited England.  He was disappointed we didn't meet, and said he should have spoken to me sooner. It was a very peaceful dream.

So, last week I said no more Cute Butt Boy. I don't call (anymore? I don't remember ever calling to chit chat). I don't usually send him emails to say hi. I try to not chat him up when I see him online.

I'm on my way there...right? *guilty look* I thought it was the perfect situation since he told me that he was going to be working 15 days straight. I figured I wouldn't be able to see him. And after his stint of work, he'd forget about me.

Then yesterday, he asked about getting together that night.  He ended up coming over. Actually, neither of us wanted to make the trek to each other's places, but he he figured since I made the trek the last two times, he came over this time. I am sure I would have declined going to his place...right? No, I know I would have. I had my whole evening planned out, and my Saturday, too.

Turns out he had called and left a message, too. 

I know what he doesn't want, and I'm not in the "I hope he'll change his mind" mindset. Sometimes I think this is an alright set up. I wouldn't be able to handle a boyfriend right now, and he is a fun guy to hang out with. I am not worried about getting attached anymore. It's not going to happen.

At one point, he told me to tell him if I was fooling around with other guys (another guy?), but today he said he supported me getting "concubines" (What is the male version of a concubine?!) if I wasn't getting enough action.

That's when I started thinking and wondering what it'd be like to have a regular set of men to last me all week. One night a week is never enough, even if it is two-three times...But if I was getting more than once a week, would I feel this way? Hmm. I don't think so. I always take what I can get.

We watched The Machinist last night. What a creepy movie. Christian Bale was soooo skinny that I wondered if he had any energy. And I wondered how he regained his weight and if he did it safely or with a trainer? He basically starved for that role.

And today we went to Krispy Kreme. I had one chocolate glazed and that was enough for me. Man, was that ever SWEET. Not sweet like awesome, but the taste. 

You should share with your friends, right?

Even if it's a pricey video camera, right...

So my friend's gf messages me..."There is a skating competition thingee tomorrow that starts at 9. I'm skating at 1:30. Can you video tape me? And the competition, if possible?"

Even though I didn't have anything going on except that I wanted to sleep in and go to the gym, I told her I was busy. 

Then she asked, "Actually, can I just borrow your camera?" I said, "yes," and she goes, "great, I'll get J to pick it up Saturday." Hello, didn't I just say I was busy? The last thing I want is someone swinging by early on a Saturday morning.

Special K and I are both into astrology, to a point. I don't get a lot of the terminology, but we do take some of the stuff seriously (no, not those daily newspaper horoscopes). There's a mercury retrograde going on right now, which started yesterday, until the 25th.

We were going to take bets to see which of our exes would contact us.

I don't particularly like mercury retrogrades...Things break. Things don't work out. We don't move forward. Apparently, they're good times for wrapping things up or revisiting things. Just don't start anything new. It is also a period of time when people from your past are likely to re-emerge.

Maybe I just look for people who return, but if there is someone I haven't heard from in a while, it'll always stand out!!

Yesterday I got a Christmas card from someone I used to write to. The card was sent to my old house. Thankfully, the people who live there still forward along our mail. I had had my mail forwarded for a full year before I stopped the service.  Person #1!

Last night I also got a message at a dating site from... Fruity. That is what I called him. I can't remember when we went out but I blogged about him. I guess I am flattered that he'd contact me again even though he'd forgotten that it was me. Person #2!

I can't wait to tell Special K about Fruity. She had a soft spot for him. She's in Mexico right now, but will be back in time to throw her Oscars party. It is going to be one giant food fest, I tell ya. 

Maybe he's actually a real-life flasher...and gets his kicks out of showing people his privates.

So this one fellow I'd been briefly chatting with...kept wanting me to get on my webcam. And I was very clear with him that I was not interested in seeing him naked. So what does he do when we're both camming? He refuses to show his face, and when he goes to adjust his camera [to make me think he's going to angle it at his face], he pulls his pants down.

Classy. And bushy. And did not make me want him. 

Block. Delete. 

The mercury retrograde has begun. I'm going to stay home tomorrow night. Not that those two things are related.

I still have the tall J Man's email sitting in my Inbox...I just noticed today that he sent it to me Feb. 17. Why so soon after Valentine's Day? I doubt I will reply, but why haven't I deleted it?

And Vegas has been booked!!!! I put down my room preference as having 2 Queens...I should have gone for the King. I guess we'll see :) 

I feel weird when I say making peanut butter now.

I use my mixer and make PB...it only takes roasted peanuts, honey, and some corn oil. It's nice and natural even if it is more costly than buying a jar of Kraft creamy Lite. And I don't even mind that it doesn't turn out completely smooth. 

But making peanuts butter...I can never talk about it with "a" without thinking about his poo joke!! Every time I tell him I've made peanut butter, I feel like I'm telling him I took a dump.  

And there's this pole dance school that is now offering chair dance classes...that sounds really interesting. Too bad the classes are downtown and start at 6 pm. That really sucks for traveli,ng and parking time. I've also decided to check out my new Carmen Electra DVDs before signing up for any chair dancing classes. They sound like they could be a lot of fun though! 

What a crock! It gives you a different tarot card every time!

But at least the graphics were cute. My favourite has always been The Sun. It's just so positive!

I just spent almost 3 hours mentoring someone. Intense.