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

nuttin' says "happy holidays" like...

yes, he actually cut a hole in a box and stuck his junk through that box...

 most memorable holiday moment bonding with a vegetarian's family: mashing a kilo of raw beef with my bare hands alongside the world's sexiest "scientist" while special spices were added to form the pakistani meatballs

best gift EVER from a stranger: Scrabble calendar

most unexpected Borat impersonations: around the table of a Greek/Persian family by marriage (defying history)...also heard, "Christmas is in pretty good shape if all these Muslims are here celebrating..."

old skool equivalent to "Dick in a Box": David Allan Grier's musical interlude on Little Man

Christmas kismet: death of no-longer living legend, James Brown, slated to play here in Montreal in what, four days?

most ironic advice: my father (during our first telephone conversation in seven months) wishing me a merry christmas and telling me, "don't forget you're Vietnamese"

bittersweet symphony: people are finally starting to comment on my blog, albeit they all sound like uninformed yet offended nonetheless white people who have nothing better to do than hide behind the safe confines of anonymity afforded by the internet and throw stones....to quote the great Rusty, "oh kettle, you're looking awfully black!"

sweetest moment: well, after a recent rash of being called "princess" (i'm still befuddled by this one), i was crowned double darling as Christmas dinner when Elem noticed that i cleared his pie plate and said, "thanks darling", which was sweet enough, but when i got to the kitchen to deposit it into the sink, his mama bookended the sentiment by also saying, "thanks darling".  dismiss me a romantic, but that shit's sweeter than tropical mangos....

all in all, bigup 2006, it was a huge year...a lot of changes for us (in the royal sense and not) and we only have ourselves to kick and push. the world is our oyster (mushroom for those of us who don't eat sentient beings, or are considering it) and we better prep the table for the infinite buffet that is coming in the form of 2007. ninjas, peas. 

he beatboxes too?

stage prescence, spotlight sharer, high energy delivery, on his own shit....

selfish with the cookie but will spring for a bagel.

winter wonderland of a walk home, offering an arm.

he requested music, i obliged with me'shell.

had to wake up early to finish my French exam,

came home to surprise with homemade pancakes,

some of them burnt cuz i was chatting with ayana on gmail.

but sweet to see him all twisted up in my comforter

so handsome in his slumber. 

lies a creamy peanut butter centre, so don't underestimate those who are a little rough around the edges in your life!

because you never know, just when you least expect it, someone who's just been "mean" to you (coding for elementary school "liking", where they do everything short of pull your hair to get your attention) might decide to blackmail you into taking them for coffee, and it might escalate into a hangout time turned fortnight of retreating from the ordinary, having meals cooked for you, unexpected bouts with honey and oils, magic pants, horizontal modern dance, polar bear scents, "crepes", supersized pocky, cinnamon sticks, lots and lots of comedy, serious political discussions about race with someone who FINALLY gets it and is on the same page, batman t-shirts, kittycats with thumbs, ju-jubes, having your face petroleum jellied on random corners of Montreal back roads, jodeci appreciation, soul for real videos, cuddles and smooches, lots of cuddles and smooches.

and you never know what fascinating individual could come your way, one that matches you in energy and admirable contributions to the artistic world and society at large, someone who excites you, someone you can learn from, someone who is open to learning from you and taken aback by your razor sharp wit and might actually be out-crazied by you.

(sigh) i'm privy to what's beneath the smirk, y'all, and methinks me likey..... 

yo. on the "best of Chris Rock show", he has a point in the intro where he says, "and here's OJ's latest book, "if i'm guilty, here's how i woulda done it"....wow. sign of comic genius? being able to call it.

 other snippets that shouldn't be running in the background while you're smooching....

"he once breastfed a flamingo back to life"

"there's nothing i would like more than to send you students back on a boat to where you came from, comprendez-vous?!"

"come here you crazy black man! i'm going to make you drink my piss!"

but they're part of the memory roll now.... 

such is the epiphany that came to me today on the metro whilst reading "Blink" (that Malcolm Gladwell is a genius).

i've been thinking about this in a roundabout way (like i think of everything) and i posted a blog on my myspace this morning about my problem with the lack of "choosing" i've done in my life, fences that i've refused to get off. for more of this: www.myspace.com/lovethatapple.

but i've realized that things like improv work because they've come from being prepared, there is nothing random about it. just like my patterns have not been anything random either. i've practised not being prepared so much that it appears that i'm an expert at winging it, well, fuck it, it doesn't appear anything, i AM an expert at winging, so i complicate my life by being prepared, which is not to say that being prepared is a bad thing, it's just a foreign thing, which is why i always shirk at something that seems too good to be true, because i'm not sure what to do, how to react, what to do next. i'm knocked out of my comfort zone because things are comfortable.

my flatmate has a really loud and obnoxious cellphone ring.

i feel much better about all of this, and i think i'll return to knitting the dog legwarmers now.

"i don't want you to be mine, i just want you to be your own"

 bigup Oneself.

it's always good to get the irony out of the way: my friendster horoscope today said something along the lines of "stop looking for answers, just live your life, that's a good a motivation as any".

that being said, this blog will be about horoscopes, of course.

an aloof boy who i've had some contact with told me that the horoscopes in the Mirror were the truest ones, and ironically, mine last week was about Hansel and Gretal, with the morals being to leave a trail more like pebbles than bread crumbs, but ultimately not to keep coming back someplace where i'm not wanted. werd. like to someone who ironically blogs about hating but then erases my comment? uh HUH.

then the rash of "queen" cards that i kept getting as my tarot-scope, a relatively new discovery of a feature that i discovered on the Myspace that seems to be eerily true...

 but finally, married men, be MEN and don't freaking holla or be surprised that i'm offended if you pass yourselves off as available (and maybe you are in your own mind) and then i find out that you have a freaking wife and kid. what the shit is that?! (sigh) eunuchs have it good* (this is like when Angela says that Anne Frank is lucky for being locked in an attic with a boy that she loves).

Mint Condition and smoked gouda maketh me smile.