a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

hello werld,

just retailing on my way to work here, thought i'd drop a line.

last Saturday nite, i had a great time, wandering up Main St., starving outta our minds, and settled in on a lovely roast lamb dinner with no other than my former MIB, Mizthang in Black, though she now rocks more pink than Barbie and shit. it was nice to make up for lost time and be like childs again...and making fun of the bling bling videos that we will satirically make reference to one day. can I just put out there, "why are these chicks ridin' Aaliyah's dick so hard?!" don't they have any respect?! Get your own shit!!!! and your own look/singing style. day-em.

so, i get a midnite call last nite, after a 10hr shift, and going to see The Terminal with Seb and his entire family, I wonder if they seriously think we're dating, or if it's just wishful thinking...and Grand Forks is getting marriage! I was invited to be the wedding singer, and you know it's always been a dream of mines..

i listened to Lauryn Hill unplugged this morning, and i am inspired by her ability to come so ill on that raw track, very nice. there's a lot of wisdom in her light...i finally cleaned up my place after moving the shit around, and i gotta say, it's pretty tight.

and procrastinating on sending off my poetry contest entry, it costed me $15 to express post that shit to alberta by tomorrow...oh well, i'll learn for next time.

and i gotta plan this trip to vic hella quick...aaahh!

alright, Prince is in Seattle tonite, all4now.

hello werld...i'm procrastinating from writing my bio for this poetry contest that i now have to send xpress post manana in order to make it on time...and i'm realizing why i don't have internets at home because it would make me have to wear bifocals in a minute cuz i'd always be on it. but thanks to the good graces of my girls, i am becoming quite the digifiend. yep. just updated my profile on friendster and looked around, ironically running smack dab into a pic of Satan on my first search..grr...but it's ok, i can take it like a man.

speaking of, the bboy did not contact me before heading off to lalaland for the summit, though he says that he's "shy around girls", yet not shy enuff not to massage me with a mannequinn's hand and then his own hands on Saturday...and admittedly, that threw me off cuz he's very very good with his hands. he almost made me late for my date with MC, who tricked me into seeing a scary movie with his 8year old buddy.

i werked yesterday, my friday nite, and ended up clubbing with the cowerks, and i found out why i will never return to barnone. yaletown cougars are the craziest! that joint reminds me of hugo's in victoria, and for those who have never been there...cha-chi! there was some nutty shit...but before we got there, in the pouring rain, we got free cases of that low carb coke that is shit, but it was free! and Seb narrowly escaped murder by his mother for his outfit and the fact that he let her watch his rented copy of "but I'm a cheerleader", you should've heard him ask me "does that movie have gay and lesbian content in it or something?" funny boy. Fag Hag is hilarious, though people think that I'm trying to be one. Nonsense, I just like having a gay boyfriend. If I slept with him, he woudn't be a gay boyfriend-hell-O. anyways, if you can't beat them, tie them to your chair and put eyeliner on them...i guess you can't invite a gayboy over to your house to get ready and not expect him to be all up in your mirror.

so, back to barnone, youngun lin made it in, as did i, which was funny, cuz we did it on four pieces of my id. heehee. i came to see "mom gone wild" and she shook it, then got picked up by this lil' taye diggs lookalike...after her jay-z lookalike turned out to be a drugrunner..oops. i tied a balloon to one cute lil' bboy's wrist "just for being cute", could tell that he was inspired by apl just a lil' lil'..but that's all good with me, some eye candy. also, freakin' tom cochrane dropped by to sing that one hit wonder he had, and just as i'm leaving, Montrealsexxxy pulls me back, i'm a sucka for a well dressed man...and he should be good for some romancing, and he understands that i always getts what i want...oh yeah, and insane people on the dancefloor, chicks grinding to put on a show, then having a balloon fight, including biting! crazy white women allowed to run loose in the city! also, Donatella Versace was there with her pimp, Aaron Neville and dancing to bbd and broken glass everywhere were also highlights of the nite.

this morning, got caught up with my girls from back in the day, and laughed cuz only they can break it down for me in a truthfull way that doesn't make me wanna slap them...so i don't have to resign my life to being an old maid, just because i can't be lavished with the exact type of attention at the exact time from the exact person that i need then i flip out. maybe i'm high maintenance after all.

well, gotta run cuz ilo's trying to pack for africa and she's gotta takes my picture for the friendster...her mom's trying to convince her that is she rocks her huge underwears she won't be bitten by mosquitos. and i gotta write this freakin' bio.

oh and D-i caught that lil' dig to my hero...and no one can remake Flashdance like her, ok? No one. Sometimes, I walk down the street thinking, "what if I had really big hair and I'm wearing an overcoat on my bicycle and I stop to look at bboys?"

all4now.colormebaddstyles...

hello world,

that is the name of the 'workinprogress' that I started this morning, guess i'm getting creative, i cooked a meal today and cut up some lil' boys shirts for work cuz the current fall collection is not doing so much for me.

i'm almost at the end of my stack of library material, and for once i'm not scrambling to renew and all that usual crisis of an addict. sebastian promises to bring me the book 'fag hag' so i suppose i was mentally preparing for it.

to get with the bboy or not? i stopped by his work and he's a cutie and very flirty, though self-admittedly shy and completely a workaholic. intriguing because he fits the profile yet he doesn't and also warning bells because he fits the profile yet doesn't.

i'm approaching a quarter century here, and last year at this time i was getting set to embark on a journey of self-discovery/celibacy..and i'm wondering if i'm gearing up for that again..i am in a new old place....all4now.

hello world,

as i listen to Common time travel chillin' at the crib of Mizthang and her sisters, chasing the dogs around...a reunion of sorts, making up for lost time, we're yelling because her mom's not home...yep. we haven't seen eachother and hung out for years and years. Now we're back and we're getting our music on. I discovered today that I'm a poor rapper, I've always been better without beats, I KNEW IT, I'm a spoken wordist, a poetry slammist, but dammit I'm a good writer, cuz D spit my lyrics back to me on a beatnuts beat and it sounded TIGHT..yep, that's where the money is, and I'ma be rich as a writer.

So, love is all around, even though men through around the word "commitment" when they mean "I need my dick stroked" but I didn't want to believe it because I thought I had a good man...not that he's not a good man, but he's just not the one at this time, again. And I thought Oprah had helped me through today. She's got a hellatight mag, y'all..don't hate on Oprah!

So, it's not just a loss...it's a gain, no tears though there was disappointment..but my relationships have been getting steadily longer and better, so all in all, it's all good. The first one since I got back in the country was the one that was the bootycall that I needed after the boomboom hiatus I imposed on myself for damn near a year. The second was the sweet spanish boy that could have "taken care" of me, the kind that has a good job and all that, very sweet, but it was a summer fling and was set as so. It just ended spontaneously and no one was really missed eachother. The latest, I don't think it's over, though in a lot of ways, it is. Cryptic-yeah, but so is he, that's because he's the male version of me, which in reality, is probably not that good of an idea anyway.....right? all4now.

so, the inevitable has happened. I swore that I would not become one of those people who resorts to working retail after I've acquired a university degree. Ironically, at one point, I rationalized that "how many people actually get work in their field? So many with a degree go back to working retail, the only difference is that they work on Robson Street instead of the mall". And here I am, working retail on Robson Street, just over a year after I graduated from University. It's been almost a year since I decided to leave for South East Asia, and three weeks until I turn 25. Quarter life crisis, anyone? Each day, I tell myself that this is just what I'm doing to pay my bills so I can pursue my other artistic interests that are not very lucrative (at least not yet) and assure myself that I don't want them to be, because then it would be too hard to walk the fine line of loving what I do and selling out. Take D, who turned down two labels because they wanted her to become the female 50cent. That's mad respects, but she's still hustling hard, especially with the haters in this city, and at the end of the day...but really though, how many little shirts can one fold before going nuts? And the drama?! Sometimes I think that people invent the drama to compensate for the level of not-hardness of the job...like that Chris Rock skit, "she's trying to sabatoge me!", "you work at JC Penney, what's she doing? ripping up your paper?!"...yeah...just like that.

hello again...thanks to the "brazilian guy" who replied to my last post, I'm living in Vancouver, city of haters? I think sometimes, that to paraphrase a friend of mine, things are just too nice here that people get complacent. Either that, or people are always quicker to hate than to love...why is that? I was blown away by the clubs last week, there are some really hot nites attended by some really nice bboys ") but I can't believe that they're not full. And the clubs that seem to be rocking are top 40 sauced up sausage joints...what's with that? Anyways, it was a pleasure to peep my girl Mizthang do her thang after all these years, and some sweet sounds of original cover band Hazzyville...them Reyes sisters from St. Pat's are a talented bunch...and to the Evil One who showed his face(s) on Friday the 13th, thank-you for the closure that I needed, though you probably didn't intend to give it to me...you made it much easier to me to see what a real man looks like, and I saw, when he rolled back into my life, the very next night. Thanks for your recommendation of "Soulstar" though, it made nice making up music for me and my baby! Until next time...

hello world! I've decided to create a blog because I had so much fun writing about my adventures in Viet Nam, and people said that they enjoyed reading about them. Now that I'm back in my old yet new stomping grounds of Vancouver, I thought I would continue along, as my life seems to be stranger than fiction.

Most recently, I was meeting some friends at Hawker's Delight on Main St. a gem of a place, cheap, cheap delish eats from Singapore and Malaysia! I was a bit early, so I dropped into the local supermarche and was accosted by a woman who enlisted my help in choosing a mayonaise to make potato salad. She was so charming and sweet, the reason that I go outside! We had a great convo about mayo in the aisles. After sweating out a lovely meal (humidity and spice added to the South East Asian feel of it all) we hiked up Main to have some gelati, which seems to be the newest eating craze, like wraps and smoothies, tapas and sushi, bubble tea. Oh well, I sampled "cola" flavour and decided on "licorice". It tasted vaguely of coffee and left an aftertaste like those little candies we used to eat back in the day. I finally found The Grind, and I will have to visit it again in the wee small hours of some other morning.

Deep fried goodness and hip hop has brought me back together with Danielle..aka MizThang, who will be performing at Voda this Saturday nite. She just got back from Manila after opening for the Black Eyed Peas there, so it should be quite the show.

All 4 Now...