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.:Saturday, May 31, 2003:.
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Getting the Point Across
Well, if you all are reading this post after Saturday May 31, and have checked the posting previous to this one, you'll have noticed that the chick who used Fri's picture as her own has changed it to a big ass cat's pic. So the point was taken by the fake-Fri, but now I am starting to be a little concerned with the obsession with the kitties. Oh well.
Let that be a lesson learned. Whatever that lesson was... e.g. don't get yourself into something you can't get yourself out of; don't fake someone else's identity; don't mess with Fri, period.
8:27 p.m.
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Stolen Identity???
So Fri is browsing around the internet in her time off from getting ready to move and lack of classes due to SARS... guess what she stumbles across online? A "tribute" site. Actually it's not a tribute site at all, it's some chick, an ex-student of hers, who started her own website online, and posted a picture of herself. But the picture is not of herself, as it states "me, Xmas in Sydney" or whatever, it's actually Fri in Hainan. WTF!! Is nothing sacred? Who has the audacity to steal from someone you know and claim to be someone one is clearly NOT?
Her name is Carol; her website - dare I say it to attract people to her site, but this is just WRONG - is "ihereyou". Please look at the My Photo/My Photos links and check it. Then sign the guestbook and give her what-for. I am not so much annoyed that she has the same site template as mine, except in pink, but more annoyed that she would use someone else's image as her own. And that is NOT Fri's evil face. Trust me, I've seen it. If this is all a misunderstanding that is some weird ass form of flattery if you ask me.
1:17 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Thursday, May 29, 2003:.
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Postcards from the Edge
For the first time in ages, I got real mail today. That is, something for me that wasn't a bill. A totally unsolicited postcard from Fri. Very cool (yeah, people actually think of me!). On top of that, I got a card in the mail from my cousin Jane... about 5 months late... it was her Christmas card to me! She had posted it in the States, but forgot to write 'Air Mail' on the envelope. Even if she hadn't, you'd think it wouldn't take 5 months to get to Canada? Way to go, US Postal Service.
Anyway, in light of my absolute obsession with postcards (okay, not that obsessive), I decided to add a page to my website dedicated to wacky postcards I come across. Click here to see...
6:54 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Wednesday, May 28, 2003:.
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Dumbass
I am such a dumbass. Today I ran into a person from my semi-distant past, a girl who went to high school with some of my other friends. She came up straight away and talked to me and I totally did not know who she was. She said her name, and I automatically thought she was someone else with the same name, until she started saying that she was one of the people who hung out with other people in our group - back in the day. Hmm. Hard to keep this anonymous if whatever I'm writing doesn't make sense, does it?? Her name was Tina, when she said her name the only person I could think of was Tina Ma from UBC Geography. She looked at me funny and said, no, Tina from way back when she used to hang out with the Rick-and-Chris posse. But that didn't ring any bells for me because when she said 'Chris,' I thought she meant another Chris who used to work at McD's with us (also way back in the day). I had to pull Lena away from shoe shopping and into the conversation to jog my memory... and lo-and-behold, Lena and Tina went to high school together! The missing link! Suddenly everything was clear! Good job.
Last night I finished High Fidelity and gave it back to Junko. Have to say it was pretty much like the movie, except British. Definitely entertaining, definitely depressing. Really, is that what guys are all about? Somewhat disheartening if you ask me.
Then when I got home I started to continue reading Shopaholic Ties the Knot from chapter 4... and then finished it. I stopped reading at about 1:30; then tried to fall asleep, but it was too hot or too humid in my room I couldn't sleep, so I left the light on and continued reading... and finished the book. 3:30 AM finally. Had to get up 4 hours later... and there you have it. I'm going to re-read it, not because it was *that good,* but that I really ought to savour it. I quite enjoy the lightheartedness of the story, and the pluckiness of the heroine. It's not Pulitzer or Booker Prize material, but definitely a good girly read.
There was a part in the book that mentioned that now that Becky (the protagonist) was now officially engaged, she was 'allowed' to begin buying/reading wedding magazines without shame. I had to laugh, because that is so true. Any single girl who buys wedding mags just for the fun of it probably does so somewhat sheepishly... what if someone asks? "So, you're getting married?" "No, I just want to look at the pretty pictures and plan my dream wedding. No, no guy yet, but cross your fingers!" I know you're out there... we're all the same. Next thing you know we'll all be shamelessly buying Fit Pregnancy. Without shame I tell you.
10:15 p.m.
posted by tre
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Books
So I am in the middle of reading two different novels right now, about absolute opposite things. The first is High Fidelity by Nick Hornby, who also wrote About a Boy, both books were made into semi-successful movies. Anyway, High Fidelity is, at its core, a book about breaking up. Fairly insightful. Pretty good so far, a lot like the movie. Funny because I saw both About a Boy and High Fidelity BEFORE I started reading the books and it's interesting to see/read the differences. Anyway I can somehow relate to the Rob character, except for where he's been an a**hole... or arsehole as the British would say...
The other book I have started to read, and must STOP because I know it will take me about 2 days to finish and I would like to enjoy it... is about a marriage: Shopaholic Ties the Knot, by Sophie Kinsella, who also wrote Confessions of A Shopaholic, and Shopaholic Takes Manhattan. These are highly recommended beach reads, as they move quickly and although there is a fair amount of drama in them, it's all funny and charming and, at its core, a fairy tale. Makes you go "Aww" after reading it. At least that is what I will expect as I haven't finished it on account that I want to finish High Fidelity first. I need to restore my faith in true love 'and all that' after reading a highly entertaining albeit somewhat depressing Nick Hornby novel.
Was thinking about making a book page and posting my reviews, but will put that off. It will likely be a one or two sentence review, more of a list of accomplished reading for me to look back on. Umm, yeah. So well-read am I.
6:58 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Saturday, May 24, 2003:.
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COLDPLAY
Ahh, what you've all been waiting for... my Coldplay review...
It was an awesome concert. Our seats were pretty good except for the fact that the same three or four people kept coming in and out of our row for no real reason and throughout the whole concert it started to get damn annoying. Not to let anything like that bother us, we stood up for most of the concert, to the chagrin of some people behind us who thought they'd get our attention by throwing pennies at us. Which only served to fuel our resolve to stay standing and enjoy ourselves!!
They played pretty much all their popular songs, most of the ones from their second album. The best parts, though, were when we all sang "Everything's Not Lost" and "Yellow". The show started off with Politik from the new album, and ended with the last song off the new album. The encore was short, only two songs - but good times nonetheless.
And yes, it was worth the trouble with TicketsToday. (Who are still bastards and I'm never buying tickets from them again!)
After the concert, Junko and I ran into Paul Frew... which was cool. I gave out my very first official ISL business card. Nice.
Pictures up soon.
12:49 a.m.
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My friend Niko is a good photographer.
Click here to see pictures from his trip to Europe.
10:29 p.m.
posted by tre
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I am the number
2
I am friendly
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what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
12:09 a.m.
posted by tre
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Further to the Parking Etiquette thing...
In the Vancouver Sun a few days ago there was an article on Canadians and road rage. Basically said that younger people are more likely to have fits of road rage, BC drivers are more likely to fall asleep at the wheel, high beam people, and change lanes without signalling. BUT, BC drivers are also said to be more polite in parking lots. Which surprises me with the whole Costco shopping cart incident. Ah well.
11:37 p.m.
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Maybe I have SARS
Spent part of the weekend in Whistler trying to relax... which worked for about six hours. Then out of nowhere I got the chills, then the overheating, stuffed nose, sore throat. It continued through the evening and I woke up pretty late, and could barely enjoy the walk to Lost Lake (we quit part way through to head back). I really enjoyed the drive down despite how ill I was feeling, got home in under two hours. That is to say, from Whistler Village to my house it took 1 hour and 50 minutes, including a stop downtown to drop off Junko. It's funny how some people rate the time it takes to Whistler as starting at Taylor Way and Hwy 1.
Anyway when I got home I crashed on the couch and spent the afternoon/evening being a couch pariah, ignoring urgings to drink tea and soup. Just needed to stop shivering. Eventually that subsided... now it is Sunday afternoon and looks fairly pleasant outside, save for some grey clouds to the east. I would say something about silver lining but that's too cheesy.
Will update when things get more interesting.
3:41 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Thursday, May 15, 2003:.
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Lessons in Shoes at my house. An exercise in Metaphor.
NEVER leave your shoes in a plastic bag. Never leave them in a bag in the closet or hanging around the front door, or any door for that matter. And most importantly, DO NOT LEAVE THEM NEAR A GARBAGE CAN. People will mistake it for garbage.
This is how I surmised the loss of two pairs of shoes in the last couple years. My Skechers and a pair of beaded sandals which were going to go oh so well with my new pants!
Such is life. Happy Long Weekend. "As I watch you leave I stand inside my house of straw... and everywhere I go I find things recollecting to my mind, how right it all could be." >> David Gray
PS: before I forget... I've been checking out the web stats on my site; some interesting numbers so far! Since I started the website itself back in March, 496 hits on the fab5 page. Out of the fab5, the pictures accessed most was Fri at 105 (as of today). For some reason the fab5 page is getting more hits than the home page! Which one of you have that page flagged??
2:34 p.m.
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.:Tuesday, May 13, 2003:.
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Kids are Weird
My cousin Jaedinn was a bit of a spaz today. First of all he ignored me when I came home (my aunt, uncle, Mimi and Lilibet were visiting as well), stole my phone and cried when I wanted it back. When he warmed up to me he was still being an impetuous little ... as if 18-month-olds can be impetuous. Anyway, so he was walking around the living room pointing at things (and playing with Dave's hacky sack) and saw my UBC grad photo and said my name. Or the babyfied version of it, "Cheesha". Like he knew who it was. So I said to him, "That's me!" in my most teaching-moment kind of voice. Jaedinn was like, "huh?" He didn't put two and two together, that the person in the picture was the same person in real life. We tried to figure out what the difference was... I mean, other than the fact that I was wearing glasses and had my hair pulled back today vs. hair down and contacts in the picture...
Whatever.
11:19 p.m.
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Clones!!
I Googled my name today. It turns out that the first thing that pops up now is my blog (yeah, go site promotion!). The second page that turned up was in German, recalling some kind of sporting event that a German Teresa Reith clone participated in. Check it out. Or check it out translated. Mmm, either way if you don't understand German it doesn't make much sense. The picture of this German Teresa Clone you can hardly tell who is who.
14 people clicked the link to my guestbook yesterday, and only one person signed it. I think I may have clicked the link a few too many times yesterday just trying to see if anyone actually did sign it. Oh, woe is me, I am so not popular.
4:26 p.m.
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Profanity
Just re-read the last entry I made, I wrote 'damn' a few too many times for a two-paragraph posting. Hmm. Guess I will have to tone it down a little now that I know impressionable minds might be reading this.
Housewarming
Joe & Tracy's housewarming party was great fun. My allergy pills were working so I was doing fine. My mom made so much food for them - get this, for a couple who were supposed to be running their own party, they could have had it catered, courtesy The Moms - lasagna, roast pork, scallopped potatoes, not to mention lumpia, ribs, and chicken wings... and that's only the stuff my mom brought. Tracy's mom helped out with dessert and appetizers and the wine punch, and Tracy made a pink potato salad. I think the Bidewells were a little overwhelmed at the size of our family that showed up... and that was not even half of it. Can't wait for December now, can they? Hee hee hee.
12:15 p.m.
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Site News
So I just got off reading Fri's Weblog... and damn that is funny ass. Click here to see what she's been up to, now that she has no classes to teach (damn SARS) and has to fill her days. Waaaaaaay too much time on her hands. But damn funny, that's for sure. Turn the volume up, that's two Asian girls rapping!
On my site, I have added a few more pictures and a GUESTBOOK. You can sign it now, it should apply to the whole site overall. Will hopefully be updating more readily.
10:58 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Saturday, May 03, 2003:.
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My Principles
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Parking Lot Etiquette
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A Drama in Two Parts
Synopsis:
Young woman drives to Costco with her mother. Upon entering the parking lot they are faced with a barrage of people and cars moving in every way imaginable. Not to mention errant shopping carts. In their pursuit for a parking space, they forego the challenge of following people to their cars and waiting for them to load; rather the young woman opts to drive a hundred yards further where there are several parking spots available... or so it seems. The closest free parking spot available has a shopping cart parked in the middle of it, where someone had loaded their car and left the cart and decided not to return it to its designated drop off spot. The mother jumps out to retrieve it, while the young woman fumes to herself about people who "do that kind of thing" on a busy Saturday when there are tons of people looking for parking spots.
She spots the car next to hers, with large people in it. Their back seat (and presumably their trunk as well) is packed to the roof with goods. She assumes that these are the perpetrators of the left cart, and gives them a proper dirty look. She also observes them leave their parking spot, almost hitting another car on their way out of the lane. While she heads to the entrance of the store, she also hears the same two grumble about Richmond drivers. (She could hear them as their window was open. Probably because they were losing breathing space.)
The young woman and her mother spend about half an hour in Costco, buying bread and milk and meat, as well as looking at clothes and suggestive items, such as bulk oatmeal. The regular stresses of super market shopping are here, but the two manage to get out alive. While shopping, the young woman ponders the rules of etiquette for parking in large lots with shopping carts and works up a rant to herself on the laziness of others in returning their shopping carts to the designated areas, rather than clogging up free spaces for people who need to park their cars.
As the shopping experience winds down, the young woman and her mother return to their parking space where they store their purchases in the trunk. (It does not come close to filling the ceiling.) The mother returns the shopping cart to its rightful place while the young woman starts the ignition. As she pulls out she notices the 'rightful position' of the shopping cart - another empty parking space.
Sheepishly she thinks to herself, oh well. They drive home.
6:16 p.m.
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