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

sorry it's been awhile folks, i've been lost in the library going through all the old cassettes! gems waiting to be discovered, people...like the old sarah vaughn tapes, the coltrane recordings from '52...the self-help tapes "discover yourself as a performer"...i found this great device today at the saint vincent de paul...it was this box that opened up to contain a record player, a radio, and an 8-track player. it woulda so been mine if i had a prayer lifting it...and if i was settled, which i'm not.

but i've decided to look into moving to montreal in 12 months..same time frame, different city. i think it might just be a better fit than toronto, and my man seems more easily swayed to move there one day to have my babies..and it's a 7 hour train ride to NYC for $125, i could go every month.

so, what am i updating here? oh ya, last thursday, after i bought some killer fur boots (i've wanted fur boots for so long) i got the call from the jay jay to go check out the malaise/physik nite at the lounge of tokyo...i was also thinking about the poor boy's dilemma that vancity wasn't fun enough, so i told him i was taking him out and it was gonna be a surprise.

i shoulda been insulted because he replies with.."a surprise? ok, well, i don't really like bowling and i don't do stand up comedy"...what?! please, i'm way funner than that, fool!

so he comes to scoop me up in not just any suv, but a red cadillac escalade with custom black leather interior with red piping, and black louis vuitton decor, it's lowered, all pimped out with dvd player, and i still have to climb to get inside. i'm kinda floored by the whole thing, as we all know my disdain for such vehicles...(the excess! the fact that the whole thing is the size of my apartment, not to mention the nearing 20 year war that's gone on to support fueling the damn things) and it's not subtle...everywhere we go...so much attention.

but we compromise as i take him to the dufferin for miss adrienne's show..it's been a couple months since i've been, and i missed mandy. she wasn't there that nite, but there was some cece peniston and dance mix tamia for all, as well as miss adrienne doing julie andrews and a visitor doing jann arden. yippee canadienne content..last time it was anne murray...

on to the tokyo, where we hung out for awhile and the music was good...leanin' back to some reggae vibes, playing the faves..tanto metro and devonte, buju...it was nice.

then, we had to be adults and go home to get up early the next day, so our evening of shared interests and compromises and shirley temples was closed by 1am.

i'm gonna see common tomorrow and probably sekoya the nite after..yippie. all4now.

so, "kinoo", my day off, i rise early, as per usual, and i do some interior re-design, shifting to allow for a sleeping place for my love-her...and i get the surpise dingle on the celly from my favorite kimchinut. she's back in town and wants to claim the hoody of her lover that narrowly escaped being tossed in the free box because it was left in place of my stolen president's choice self-tanner. bastards. but we make a plan for mongolian bbq after i'm the only person in the pool, making waves making waves...and we meander up main once again, armed with her new jewlery, a new batch, check out her work at www.janicewudesigns.com textile jewlerry is HAWT...especially one of a kind hand mades, and neckerchiefs at that, brilliantly designed for the delicate of nape as well as the gold's frequenters. we head downtown because the j-dub hasn't been to the downtown beautiful library, and we go to t&t for asian delights, asian delites that we are, and wander about tinseltown, pretending to be half sisters shopping for a sectional for their parents in the abundant furniture store that has the monopoly on that place. we also went into the leather store, where we tried on the fall samples (that were awesome) but had trouble keeping a straight face with the lagerfield-esque designer of the leather..."my designs, so gorgeous! so high end! the kind you only find in the vogue magazine..so magnificent"...complete with the sunglasses worn inside, all she needed was a little lacy fan, bitch...don't mess!

next we relaxed in the park, watched some love & basketball, and were circled by this dirty man who was eyeing my white pumps a little too covetously...we got outta there pretty quick, and went back to t&t where the egg tarts were finally on sale. we made plans to meet her boy and the uncle (dawson) for vietnamese on denman.

disappointed that they didn't serve "sinh to", but had a decent meal nonetheless, stopped off for dq, then got a ride home in the monstrous truck...don't know the name, but it's some gas guzzling body the same size as an escalade...i had to slide off the seats to get to the ground outside my apartment. happy with my purchase of this fun '60s frock (they always seem to fit me just perfectly) from the front, and my chrysanthemum tea, i called it an evening.

woke up to the overcastedness (finally! yesterday was soo humid!) i hustled my butt to the gym, then back home to listen to the new lyrics born album, (sigh) i'm in love with hip hop again..."i can't wait for your love-limited time offer" is the shit...but it...hear it..download it..i'm not hear to judge. i bet the dvd isn't crap either, like common's 'bonus' with kanye eating soup. bigups to the mosaik for sending that to me from lalaland. u gotta 'lose' cds more often man. i miss u.

i almost got out of my apartment, when i ran into the baby-sitting charges..they're getting tall for 4 and 2. i love how they always light up and get so excited, screaming my name for blocks and getting out of the stroller to show off. there's nothing like love from the childrens.

i made it to gastown with sqirrelly directions from the translink (and i talked to a person, not "chris") but i was on time for my voice recording session. basically, it was to train the machinery into voice recognition for mp3 players in the car. i got all hooked up with the headset and a button pusher not unlike those that jeopardy! contestants get to clutch (i imagine) and we got going. i did some recording while the car was stationary (reading off the dvd screen on the dash), then while the car was moving in city traffic, and highway traffic. i got to say various commands and artists, and i had to smile at a couple..."seb's list", "kanye west", "guns and roses use your illusion 1" but it was a quick $50 towards my debt elimination this month.

i wandered about gastown for a little bit, and strolled into complex, newly moved over from the victoria. had a nice visit with jay jay, got on the myspace and made plans to blow up the club on thursday...") but congrats to those guys for making it big time coming over to this side, i remember when the store was on the opposite side of johnson next to the lotus pond. who says small business can't be successful? and a hip hop store in victoria? bigups boys, bigups.

i also stopped by dressew, which is another wonderland for me, so many buttons and zippers and thread! got a couple to fix up some jeans and couldn't help being elated in that atmosphere of creation.

now i'm just gonna check out some fabulous materials for my edumacation in music from the library and update my myspace blog. next up, phat meal and heading back to gastown to make my foray into cfro. wish me luck. all4now.

the past "weekend" for me has been one of running around, meeting up with my dad and my second dad, my financial advisor, visiting rpm to have the sickest ginger green tea bubble tea and playing the bubble game, swimming, playing the piano, and wrapping up my affairs.

last nite, i decided to go out for the first time in a long time...woo hoo, rockin' wednesday nite. so i headed downtown, and had to stop in at fritz to say hello to my favorite fry nazi, who is fed up with his boss and he's gonna branch out and have an eagle's nest themed fry shop...and drive the fritz out of bizness. good luck. he's all about the customer service that i am...and that's saying a lot.

i rolled up to the jupiter lounge, due to the invite of the gala ball grad party of the kanye. he spotted me right away, and introduced me to his parents, and looking into the face of his pops, i had to do a double take, because it was the identical smirky face of his. wow. some people really have a strong resemblance in the family way. i only saw him sitting down, but apparantly the guy is like, 6"13 or something. k's a bit shorter than that, and he slouches.

it was a nice evening though, i'm not sure why the lounge chose to make itself so toasty both inside and out on the smoking terrace. i re-visited my last time getting plastered (one drink, the asian thing) after the roots concert with the meatmaster l, and instead of the offending soho and seven, i asked for seven with a splash of soho, and i still only drank a quarter of it. but it was nice to sip it.

i cavorted with the folks, and had a weird staring exchange with a cute yet slightly ditzy girl who, after i introduced myself, was like "i've seen you around, like on main street"...and this is true, it's where i live, so i said "probably" and she was like "ok, bye." and ran, not walked away. white chicks. whatever. i have the same feeling with white guys...i just don't get these folk. it's like my humour and personality don't translate or something. oh well, more for seb and scuvy!

i was really proud of the k's work, i can't believe it's been a year since i've been hearing about it, and i was actually looking at it, and i know how hard it can be to do anything computerwise, i'm an analog girl in a digital world, after all, and besides that it took a lot of work for me to flunk out of those two javascript classes in first year. so kudos for some kick ass work, i was a bit speechless, but i think we were having some nice moments there.

it came time to smoke, and i had to set out on an epic journey to find a fancy cigarette because i don't smoke the regular. i didn't want to buy a pack of cloves, and even if i did, i couldn't get any on davie street, so i decided to find a mac's or sev that i could get a single flavoured one from. on my way there, i tried to buy a ticket to desiree lim's entry to the queer film fest "floored by love" from little sister's. i ran into wayson, who hasn't returned my call for like 18 years..and we instantly got re-caught up. he called me out on the drinking, so it was confirmed that i was lush, and surrounded by uuber-cute faggy boys with good hair (sigh) the faggot magnet that i am. it's a rough job, but someone's gotta do it. i accosted one of them to go on my odyssey to a fancy cig, and we professed to stay in touch.

back at the club, i meet up with k's partner in crime from the richmond high tok class and we shoot the shit about the 'mond. then he gives us both a ride home, and things got ugly.

k decides that he's coming over to take my strangers with candy dvds home with him. y'all know how precious those are to me and not to be trusted in the hands of someone who has a reputation of being unreliable and also done school and is free to take off to mexico like he's been planning to for as long as i've known him. i tell him i don't want to lend it to him, and he decides otherwise, so we "tussle", though it's not really a playfight anymore, as i think we're really scrapping and it extends out into the hallway of my apartment, and there are still signs of a struggle laying around my place. we get to the lobby and he leaves with my dvds but i have his cellphone.

i come back and sit for a minute to try to process wtf just happened. was it the alchohol? i'm so confused because everytime we seem like we could be civil and friends and all that, so crazy shit has to happen. i wash my face and go to bed, then i hear this banging at the window. i peel back the curtain from the loft bed, and he's there holding my dvds up to the window. i ask "how do i know that it's not just the cases?" and he opens them up. i climb down the ladder to get his phone, and we make the switch, and i'm getting the silent treatment, when i'm trying to lighten up the mood and maybe start a conversation about the physical altercation...but he just agrees that it was "quite the tussle" and rides away on his bike.

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.

today, i'm a bit tired from the excitement and almost fell off the treadmill, but i made it through my workout, was happy to see the kids back at the shop, and got my "gift" on time. i actually got on myspace, and my baby is sooo sweet. i booked my ticket yesterday, so i'm going going back back to nyc on new year's eve. with a window seat and an asian veggie special meal (kosher on the way back) all4now.

so, just a quickie about the granville island that i work at, and how, as i was discussing with chadwick last nite, we're all like a group of gypsies or carnival employees. it's an intricate network in the market, and we're defined by our stations...like the asian invasion of the corner of cute, loud girls...(pie, soup, tea, wine..) and the overlap of folks, the camraderie between the maintenance crew, the private jokes and public ones about our inbred cousins to the south who flock their lily white lillydale turkey fed fat asses onto the all-inclusive cruise ships to continue the legacy of eating everyother country into oblivion....and stop off at our island to terrorize us..but we fight back, lemme tell ya! and their loins are not so tender! it's just not fun when you're not at all equipped to fight fairly in a battle of wits...

but yesterday, i got some free pie from sweetpie (not to be confused with pieface, who's my doppleganger at the alamode, she's annointed me "soupy"-i freakin' love it) and i find out that she's roomates with maple (syrup if you're nasty) and they invite me out for the sauce..but i'm not into the sauce, so prehaps i'll just come along for the ride, they think they're gonna corrupt me..but i shocked them with my true age (most are, it must be my youthful exhuberance) and they're lil' country girls from campbell river...but that means advantage them for the drinking.

chadwick gave me some free sausages and bacon with syrup (sweet meat!) and some wedge fries when he came to worky at our place after we left, and he gobbled down a slice of pie.

i took the rest home, and traded it to the old man that i see everyday on my block along with $12 for a vacuum that does wood floors. it works pretty good, and i don't have to vacuum on my knees like i do with the one that my dad gave me, i can remain upright, and take advantage of the evolution since homo habilis. yippee! i stopped to the next bench and helped an insomniatic with a couple clues on his crossword puzzle.

i met a dude named "duff" like the beer from the simpsons, and i've booked my ticket to nyc for new years, with a window seat and a special meal and everything...main street is amazing, and life is good.all4now.

definitely not single like mya, but very much the other two.

so, after i left my bloggery here yesterday (the library) and i have since started blogging on friendster and myspace as well...i went over to the roundhouse to see the queer exhibit, which was interesting..i then wandered out to the seawall-y type area in yaletown, and caught a few rays until my highschool buddy oreo called me up. we met and headed to kfc where we witnessed some nutty regulars and staff members interact. i was surprised to see that in kits, well, as surprised as i was that there was a kfc in kits...not as good as church's, but it was toonie tuesday. we hung out at kits beach, and talked about marriage, kids, canadian rap stars...she dropped me off on south granville, and i went into a few of the shops there, so neat places..too pricy for my blood, but a good spot to steal ideas for making my own pieces. i got a surprise call from my cuz who i haven't heard from forever, and he invited me to tropika to meet my other cuz and some friends later that evening. i hustled back to the hotel to hand over my card key and get caught up with the boys, tell them about my adventures with their cat babies, and they dropped me off at home with a lovely care package of trader joe's chocolate covered raspberry jelly and a williams and sonoma candle.

i was a bit late for the dinner but it was nice to see everyone and meet their significant others, and see how my cuz is ballin' outta control. their family has always had a penchant for big spending..and the rumour is that she's married into drug money...woo...drama. she was always so mean to me when i was a kid, but she seems to have a genuine liking for me now, and dropped a c-note in my pocket as i was leaving, telling me that i had to come visit her. i scored another from one of the visiting aunties, and this was all a shock to me!

my gay husband called me in the middle of dinner to cancel plans to hang out with me because he had to, get this, take a dump really badly and had to rush home to do it because he has never touched his posterior to a public toilet. what kills me is that he still had an hour and a half left in his shift, and he had to drive back to pleasantville, er, west vancouver. what a nutbar. but i guess if anyone's gonna stand me up, this is an interesting an excuse as any. and sweetie, i told you i had to blog about it, so here it is. don't be mad, i'm sure this is more warning than wendy williams gives to people..especially whitney, damn!

i came home to talk to my baby who's a hurting unit...and i was tuned into 102.7 playing the hippity hop...and i didn't know that "georgie porgie" was an mc lyte song, unless she covered it from eric benet/faith..what came first? the chicken or the egg...but they closed the show with the craziest freakin' duet by osiris and macy gray..who covered and sang outta tune (badly) "don't go breakin' my heart"...and big baby jesus came ill with this line "let's go to the movies, i don't care what movie..just get the popcorn and make it salty.." ah hell yeah! r.i.p. odb.

this morning, after i got back from the gym (been on hiatus, living at the hotel and all) i was reading an article on sandra oh, and she said something really awesome about the stereotype of passive asian women. she says, "i don't know a single passive asian woman. not one." and it's true, neither do i...rock on girl! and from canaduh too! living in LA but refusing to claim citizenship.

i scored big time from the free box today, so lovely lovely things...all working in line with my current feeling of gypsy chic, with a touch of lingerie....all4now.

ah, so the whirlwind of life as we know it in sunshiney vancity...and my foray into the caring of small, precious creatures has almost come to an end.

i sat for the boys, and they were so bad! they prompted me to mentally note that my kids better not be this bad, and i almost called my superhero to tell him that as well. but, they are not used to seeing new people, they have allergies and have been collicky most of their lives, and they were just overtired and cranky because i was so fun that they didn't want to go to sleep, and they were testing the limits...when they were actually quiet and falling asleep, they were sweet, and when the lil' one rested himself on my chest, i was done. stick a fork in me. their parents went a little nuts and didn't come home until 6am (they left at 7pm) i guess they wanted to get the most of their time away, but i'm gonna think twice before i sit for them again.

work is going well, the market is a haven for crazies, as is our collected cast of assorted nuts. this has been said of my friends (they're all nuts), mosaik was like.."ya, i'm not sure if it's a pre-requisite, or an effect"..and this has been true of my co-workers too, but i think in this case, the owners are a bit kooky, and thusly, i am a perfect fit. she claims that i can "sell ice cream to eskimos"...and yes, this is true. i've also become quite vigilant against people having their mongrels in the market. there are signs everywhere that state that "NO DOGS are ALLOWED", and merely holding your dog still means that they're inside. just because they don't touch the floor, they are still in the market, where there is food around, in the open, and your potential disease spreader is not appreciated. just like the assault on music that continues in the form of buskers...but every now and again, you hear something interesting. note: interesting does not necessarily mean "good". just like white on white sheer linen outfits with nothing on underneath or really tanned and shirtless potbellied men who demand service..wasn't there a sign made inspired by cats like that? oh, and the pork obsession continues..."what soup is that?" "the fresh red snapper...." "is there meat in that?" "no, it's a fish soup" "so, no pork?" i wanna get shirts made up that read "we only serva the swine"....what's the deal people? oh, and my coworker has a story worth telling about the fish soup. this lady was asking her repeatedly about whether or not the fish soup was "vegan"...um, no, it's FISH soup. the conversation went round and round a few times, and came back to this final trump from the lady "no, when i say vegan, i mean non-dairy". wow.

the work circle is getting smaller, as customers from the street store keep poking up at the market, the boy toy of the old boss used to work at my store, and the one that stole the store of the current manager that i'm working for (that i jumped ship for) showed up at the new place all confused...melrose place enough?

i ran into the old howdy doody from the corporate scam artists group the other day, and he remarked on how much more confident i am now..well duh, i grew up. also, i told him how i thought that that was one of the best work experiences i've ever had, because it toughened me up...that's why i can sell ice cream to eskimos today, because i was able to sell $35 pieces of cardboard back in the day and withstand emotional abuse if i couldn't move 3 units....memories of exploitation past...fast forward to exploitation of the past year, of a different kind, but all a working learning breathing experience that i have tucked under my bronze sequined belt.

the kitties that i'm sitting for on davie street (at the sandman) are like the kiddies...bro and sis, they're testing their limits, but ultimately, they're sweet. i enjoy picking up after them, shooting them up with their drugs for vitality and going to the 8th floor to get them ice for their water. pablo smacked me with his paw last nite because i told him to get off the counter, but that's just like his daddy slapping me at work. they were the only witnesses to me shooting grape soda everywhere because it was too shaken up from the grocery store.

it was neat living in the west end for pride week, and just in general cuz davie is an everyday pride week..but just like nyc and vic, and all the other years, i've been on the outskirts of pride, missing most of the festivities, but that's ok..i went out in the balmy night and had my breyer's strawberry fruit bar and it reminded me of nyc...(sigh) maybe when i move to toronto, i'll be in my first pride..and caribana...i slept with a billion pillows like a princess and air-dryed this morning off the 9th floor balcony...i forgot how nice it is to have a balcony. also, i tried on wigs at the wig store today, and the korean wigger was like "u have the good hair, try this clip" and it was soo awesome! i tried this other one, and i didn't like it..it had red highlights, and it confirmed my desire to never colour, but $45 on fake hair is something that i don't need to spend right now...i walked this morning and i am really impressed that the granville street porn proprieters are open so much earlier than the other shops downtown..the early bird gets the worm, i suppose, and i could get lost in the pawnshops...ah, it seems that we have come to the end of another novella...all4now.