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.:Thursday, September 18, 2008:.
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Stupid dreams and bad reality TV.
I have been having inconsistent sleep patterns lately. Actually they are pretty consistent in the fact that I wake up at least 3 times – once about 2 hours after I initially go to sleep (so like 1:00 AM), then around 3, and then around 6. My alarm goes on at 7:01 AM. This is so I can press the snooze button at least once; if not 2-3 times so I am up by 7:30 AM. Why not just set it to 7:30 you ask? Because I will still press the snooze button at least once, if not 2-3 times regardless.
Anywho these sleep patterns also bring on some strange and crazy dreams, most of which I forget – but one of last night’s I remember semi-vividly. It was about getting proposed to by my boyfriend… but by proxy through my brother, who gave me this white gold (silver??) diamond ring, except the diamond wasn’t cut in any diamond shape, it was polished to a circle, and set in a wide flat dime-sized piece of white gold (silver??). It was ugly. Damn ugly. It was worse than the original diamond that Aiden was supposed to give Carrie on SATC. (Actually I would have chosen that one in a heartbeat over this dream one.) And then it turned out that the “diamond” was actually quartz. LAME. My boyfriend was not in this dream however. I woke up shortly after that. I am not going to read into it either.
I caught a snippet of a reality TV show on Slice last night… not sure exactly what it was about but from what I could understand, this woman who had designed these supposedly fabulous pieces of workout gear had her designs shipped off to China and they came back as something completely different. And she had a meeting to fly to and show these pieces off to some retailer so they could sell them in stores. Anywho she was freaking out about them not being her designs, about this meeting and “what am I going to do?” and she showed them to her employees who agreed that they weren’t right… and in the entire 5 minutes that I watched this snippet I figured I could have solved her problem. 1. Figure out if the package that you were sent was a mistake. 2. Call whoever sent the samples and give them shit and tell them to send what you had designed, pronto. 3. Re-schedule the meeting, and explain why. How hard is that? Why turn it into a drama? If that had happened I might have watched 5 more minutes of the show. If there is one thing I can’t stand is watching people run around like chickens with their heads cut off – this is why I don’t watch The Apprentice anymore (is that still on?). But From G’s to Gents… now that is a good reality TV show. Ok maybe not, maybe it is totally contrived – but the dude that ‘won’… I ended up being pretty impressed with. I hope his diction improves.
8:52 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Tuesday, September 16, 2008:.
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Stop me from updating my Facebook status to say, "Suck on this, bitches!"
Because that's how I really feel... nothing personal. Just have had a weight lifted off my shoulders this afternoon that actually allowed me to leave ON TIME today. Not that I spend a lot of extra time past 5:00 PM at work - rather I try and make a point of leaving at 5:00 PM - but I do have a tendency when a deadline is looming to extend the deadline by (virtue) of staying later at work.
Anywho, Alaska is over and done with for the year... except now I have a new program on which to quote which guess what... mirrors the same program we just finished. With half the amount of people. So have 2 days to finish that puppy off. Cue start of overtime clock again...
It's funny how much the term "bitches" has pervaded our lexicon... it is partially no longer another name for a female dog, nor derogatory term for women. I mean, it still is, but in a certain exclamatory context - either jubilant or otherwise, adding ", bitches!" to the end of a statement is... something new?
9:49 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Monday, August 25, 2008:.
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New Post
I am inspired, frankly, by The Boob, and of her dedication to keeping her blog open despite the (in/re?)-surgence of Facebook.
Although, I have nothing interesting to say at the moment other than to update that everyone around me is going through crazy/exciting/scary sh*t... and nothing is really going on with me. Well, other than supporting my friends/relatives in their crazy/exciting/scary stuff - which frankly is good enough for me.
I was in Alaska last week managing a program. It... was a challenge. I have a meeting next week to discuss/"debrief" but am not looking forward to it. All I have to say is, I'm glad it's over. Although it's got me thinking if I still want to be in this business or not... time will tell. I've not doubted my abilities until this program though, that is a big thing I need to deal with.
Prior to that have just been working and doing the lead-up to the Alaska program and finishing off one other program, not sure there will be more for me to head up (hopefully none quite so intricate/unknown, or just hopefully none). Kinda takes the wind out of the summer... I quite think I've missed summer completely - so am glad I have this last week off to relax, go to the beach, try out my new golf clubs (!)... although i think it's no longer beach weather, at least this week... pity.
Perhaps need a job that allows me to enjoy summer (and also pays me more).
Anyway, just random thoughts. No pet peeves to pass on. Maybe the next post will be in less than 6 months.
11:45 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Monday, February 04, 2008:.
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Pet Peeve #adfs09: Spitting in Public
Honestly. I don't know what it is that makes it so... vile, rude, and frankly, uncivilized. Uncouth, if you will.
Was walking from car to office this morning and caught a rather nice looking man letting one loose as he walked up the street. I thought to myself... why? There is a difference when people are sick and need to relieve themselves of the phlegm in their throat, but I would think that most people usually cough into a napkin or go to the bathroom to let it out (and observe the contents afterwards... you know...) - or in a worse-case scenario, try to spit it out as discreetly as possible.
But seriously, other than that - what gives? What brain function tells one that it's okay, when there's extra saliva in one's mouth, to just let it out on the street? To make a personal contest out of how far it can fly? To find it acceptable to make that horrrrrrrrkghing noise in public? Are these the same people who urinate in public? Is swallowing vs. spitting like a fight-or-flight reflex?
In other news, I had two brunches this weekend and spent a total of 8 hours in malls. It was quite devastating after realizing it, and also once leaving the mall(s) noticing the absolute gorgeous weather outside where I could have been on a mountain slope somewhere swooshing down the mountain on my in-dire-need-of-a-wax snowboard. Oh well, less than 2 weeks and I'll be kicking it up in Big White! Le sigh. Oh not to mention leaving for DR on Thursday... hehe.
8:40 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Wednesday, January 16, 2008:.
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La dee Dah
So that Britney Spears... one hot mess, hey?
Just making sure you're still reading... Will blog again soon.
3:19 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Wednesday, August 29, 2007:.
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Yoga
Somehow I think I would like it more if there weren’t any silly names for poses. I went to an office yoga class, it was weird. Not only was our office turned into a makeshift yoga studio, we did it with full fluorescent lights. Our teacher was pretty good, actually, although one would wonder why they would tell her class “I’m new at this…”. I really like the stretching/breathing aspect of it. What bothers me I suppose about the whole thing is she would talk to us about flow yoga and bending our legs this way and moving our body that way and breathing and then all of a sudden throw in a yoga word such as shananana. (Not a real word) And for some reason that breaks my concentration – like switching from English to any other foreign language – it’s jarring and makes me do a double take. Perhaps I wouldn’t have this problem if she did the whole thing in Hindu – or whatever language it actually is. (See I don’t really know… so maybe this whole yoga thing is beyond me)
I mean, I get that it’s a spiritual meditation thing and the Indian words are reflective of the poses and stuff, but for someone who has challenges clearing her mind and meditating without laughing at how she must look at this very moment… I really think adapting yoga classes to a North American/Westernized mindset may convert others (that is, people like me who would like to at least have a reason for purchasing Lululemon clothing not just because their pants are an automatic ass enhancer) to the cause.
At any rate, I seem to have signed up for a full set of yoga classes… so we’ll see if I change my mind about it. Maybe I’ll switch to Pilates after.
9:20 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Sunday, June 10, 2007:.
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The Tale of 2 Pairs of Earplugs
A couple weeks ago it was sunny and hot. And at night it was dark and hot. So we opted to have the windows open at night. Unfortunately the window is located at the front of the house where all the traffic noise is. So it can get pretty loud at night, and distracting when you are trying to fall asleep. In order to circumvent this problem I put in earplugs... and you would not believe how much they did the job. Most of the background noise was cancelled out and I fell asleep much more expediently.
The trouble with these earplugs is that they don't necessarily stay in. Over the course of the night when one moves around in one's sleep there is a chance that they could fall out. When that happens in the middle of the night it's not a huge deal because by that time the traffic's died downand you can get back to sleep, right?
Well. I woke up one morning and noticed that one of my earplugs had fallen out... but couldn't find where it was. Not on the pillow, not under the pillow, not on the side of the bed, not under the bed. Hmm. Oh well, good thing I had an extra pair.
A couple of nights later I put in the earplugs again, and again one of them fell out. Except semi-unconsciously I had it in my hand and put it in my mouth as if to eat it... but then I realized it was not actually food so I put it on the night table and went back to sleep. Weird right? Actually kind of messed up. But a thought occurred to me. Perhaps a couple nights before when I lost the other earplug, I had actually eaten it in my sleep! How does that happen??... and... ewwwwww!
As luck would have it I found the missing earplug so I didn't eat it after all but if I had... I probably wouldn't have written a ridiculous blog post about it. Heh.
3:05 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Monday, June 04, 2007:.
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Call for ideas
Well since you have all been complaining that I don’t post enough, I’m throwing the torch to you: give me some ideas on what to write about. Cuz this is all I have at the mo: - An odd way to lose an earplug
- Making fun of the guy who didn’t know what pommes puree was, even though he’s been in the ‘industry’ for years
Unfortunately I don’t have any crazy stories about being wined and dined and almost 69’d by some crazy Italians.
4:50 p.m.
posted by tre
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Interesting Article About Facebook
That's all.
9:19 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Friday, April 27, 2007:.
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Huh.
So recently tried using Splenda in my morning coffee (sugar “substitute”) and noticed on the little packet that 1 packet = taste of 2 tsp of sugar. Interesting, I thought. That's a teeny packet. How many calories am I saving? Turns out not much.
1 (regular sized) packet of sugar is less than a teaspoon. It’s about the same size as one of those sugar cubes. Caloric content of one sugar cube (which is all I really need in my morning coffee): 9 calories. Caloric content of 1 packet of Splenda: 0 calories.
So if I have this straight: if I stick with Splenda, or any other sugar substitute with the caloric content of 0 calories, over the course of 389 days, I will have lost 1 pound.
Other than the fact that one whole packet of Splenda might indeed be too much for my morning coffee, this kinda puts the whole sugar/sugar substitute into perspective, doesn’t it?
... for morning coffee at least. I can't say anything about any other things in one's diet that would make a difference with reference to sugar - say for example, if one had a serious cola addiction.
9:06 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Tuesday, April 24, 2007:.
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Grey Hair Anatomy
My boyfriend found grey hairs at the back of my head not too long ago. I'm not worried since it is at the back of my head and underneath a lot of brown hair. But yesterday I was looking in the mirror and for some reason thought I saw another grey hair at the top of my head and tried to pull it out. Because of the lighting in the work bathroom I couldn't locate it exactly, and wasn't about to pull out hair without cause... so I forgot about it. Until I went home. In the bathroom I checked again and found a light-coloured hair and thought, hmph. That's not grey. It's kind of light brown and almost blond. Like seriously - yellow. So wasn't that concerned and left it there. I used to find the odd blondish or red hair so didn't think it was out of the ordinary.
Last night I had a dream. Like many dreams I've had since joining Facebook, they included people from high school I hadn't been in touch with for ages. And their kids.
So anyway in this dream I had found some grey hairs. And more grey hairs. And yet more streaks of grey hairs. I still had a lot of brown hair so this wasn’t a huge deal, but it gave me a bit of a complex realizing that from now on I would have to start colouring my hair, or at least highlight it regularly. Yikes!
Thus a dilemma arises. Should I start highlighting if I start getting more grey hair? Or should I age gracefully like my mom who has never coloured her hair and looks pretty spiffy for someone about to retire at the end of this year? Le sigh.
I also dreamed about staying at a Four Seasons hotel but I'm not sure why.
9:00 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Monday, April 09, 2007:.
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What the Facebook?
Ok I've only been on Facebook for a week and it's already gotten in the way of my relationship with SD. Heh. He thinks it's a waste of time but that's his business not mine. At worst it is an amusing tool to waste away when I could be buried in a Sudoku Puzzle. At best it is useful for reconnecting with old friends/associates. I would go as far to say that it could actually be useful for my work but alas... wouldn't want to put out there that I have a personal life and have potential clients and current bosses know about it... especially this weblog that you know, divulges certain gossip about certain people... hahahahah suckers! You ain't getting nothing out of me!
Yet.
Anywho... what I've been doing for the past few weeks:
- Shopping in Seattle, and managing to only buy make-up for myself.
- Managing program for a Dutch-based printing solutions company
- Partying it up with the Mussons @ Shabusen & Celebrities. (Side note - music was not that impressive that night)
- Snowboarding in Whistler, and getting a sunburnt face, and the sorest legs I've had in ages thanks to a month of non-exercise due to falling off a treadmill (AFTER THE TREADMILL HAD STOPPED)
- Catching up, as it were, with people on Facebook. Teresa Eng, where are you?
Work's been fun too. Aside from the program I get to reconcile all the incoming invoices! And check invoices for programs I was never involved in! And look for wine rooms in the city! And other vague things that I can't divulge!
10:31 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Friday, March 23, 2007:.
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Annoying songs in my head at this very moment:
“Every rose has it’s thorn” – it’s a mullet track, by Nelson or Whitesnake or whomever, and always reminds me of that Dave Chapelle bit where he has John Mayer playing White People Music and only the type of White People Music they can dance to has to include electric guitars.
“Grace Kelly” by Mika. New kid on the block, as it were, in vein of Scissor Sisters with ironic poppy lyrics. Song annoyyyyyyed me until I learned Mika’s backstory and listened to the lyrics a bit more carefully but still, who sings “I could be happy, I could be…” Pappy? What’s that? Peppy? In quite a high falsetto it’s almost unachievable. Wonder what he sounds like live… Anyway, song is in my head and won’t get out. Damn you!
10:11 a.m.
posted by tre
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Observations: Learned a few things this week: - There are two companies operating mini water taxis across False Creek in Vancouver. I found this out this week upon realizing that the company I was currently working with does not drop off at the Aquatic Centre from Granville Island, and was under the impression that someone did. Later found out who that company was, and also found out that several of my coworkers were under the same impression as me, except thought it was the former, not the latter. Ha! Actually I'm not sure which is former and which is latter, but Granville Island Ferries drops people off at the Aquatic Centre from Granville Island, and the Aquabus does not. So there.
- Cumin and water chestnuts do not go well together. Nor does baking spring rolls with butter coating vs oil. That’s it for improvising for me…
- Going to Seattle this weekend… in my research was trying to find a quintessential Seattle clothing store/designer – turns out there are none, they are all chain stores. Sure there is Sephora and Nordstrom but they are large national chains that didn’t even start in Seattle. Save for Tom Binh, who makes cool bags and backpacks. Oh and there are local designers out there, just not in my price range. I mean, Vancouver has John Fluevog and Lululemon… is Seattle’s claim to fame Starbuck’s, Boeing, and Microsoft? Boo. Also Starbuck’s should technically be more of a Vancouver thing than Seattle now, even though it started in Seattle there are more Starbuck’s here than in Seattle (and they have twice the population).
9:05 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Tuesday, March 20, 2007:.
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Who has time, anyway?
I have waaay too much time on my hands right now, even though next week I’m going to have zero free time whatsoever. I think I’m going to lay low this week. Funny how that goes – when one has too much free time one can’t find anything useful to do and hence does nothing, but when one doesn’t have enough time, one seems to make more time for more stuff. Weird.
So I did a major closet purge this past weekend… Got rid of a very large bag of clothes. Actually have not gotten rid of it yet but at least it’s out of the closet. Whew! I looked and looked at a lot of things and realized that several of them, even though they are still wearable, many of the shirts are too short. Honestly I don’t know why I’ve hung on to a lot of things for this long and frankly could do better to rid myself of more items… however… then I wouldn’t have anything to wear. A shopping trip is in order! And just so happens that I am going to Seattle this weekend… woohoo! Oh if only...
I also did a book purge from my shelves… I have a LOT of books I’d like to get rid of. Will post a list soon and if you want any (or all) of these (forthcoming) titles, e-mail me.
2:32 p.m.
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