Pulled Pork Heaven/Hell

Not willing to let the Ribfest at City Hall go without at least visiting it once, plus the fact I love these things:

I think I'm getting horny looking at this pic

Ken, Jake and I walked in the pouring rain with me horribly sore from yesterday to get some wonderful protein. And it was good. Maybe too good. The meat was awesome, but maybe a little too oily; half the bun was not only soaked but drenched and diluged in oil (I ended up only eating about 3/4 of the bread). I was gonna buy one for lunch tomorrow, but thought better of it. I don't think my heart would've forgave me.

And Another One Done

So concludes my 4th PHI Slo-Pitch tournament, with the same results: soreness. But new this year is not the feeling of "never again." I actually had a lot of fun at this year's tourney. The first game we won against Ottawa, traditionally a powerhouse team. And who was the pitcher for our team? Thassrite...me.

But then came the second game...the first three innings were fine, until the last two where I became unravelled. I don't know, I guess I got spooked and I lost my control. I was not to pitch again. We ended up winning 2 and losing 1, and we actually went to a fourth game (albeit we lost, Peel has never really gotten far in recent years).

All in all, a good time and I guess it helped that the tourney was held in Peel (despite it being a lot of work) because I was close to home. Oh yeah, and the weather, while it rained a bit, was also a factor in goodness in that it was not scortching hot. It also helped that Sharon came to volunteer and met my workmates and they all liked her (I dunno why things like that make me smile).

The only stupid things I did (because I always do stupid thing)?

1. Wake up at 6:45am when I was supposed to be at Sharon's house at that time. I woke up at 5:34am like I planned and thought I hit snooze; apparently I shut off the alarm instead. Good thing Ken called me and woke me up.

2. Unnecessarily slide into second base, all for a laugh. Yeah, I gots the scrapeys on my leg now. Ah well.

Next year again I guess.

PHIs Drunk Equal Embarassment

So this year Peel hosted the annual PHI slo-pitch tournament. I purposely didn't join the committee because I knew it would be a lot of work; which it was. I "volunteered" today and I ended up feeling like I did a crazy amount of work being the "bus coordinator." It's not fun all the time trying to deal with drunken idiots. Sometimes makes me glad I don't drink (like an idiot; besides, it wasn't Wednesday). I will admit, though, that's it's nice seeing some PHIs I haven't seen a while. I also ended up getting a DJ contact name, coincidentally being the same DJ that did Gil and Marie's engagement party. I wonder if Sharon will agree.

A very close resemblance to what I saw today

And now I have to wake up in about 3 hours to play softball. Yikes...I think I may be getting too old for this

Hot And Wet

No, I'm not talking about that, but rather the weather. And on top of that, why is it that whenever a flat tire occurs, it's never at a worse time (although it can be argued that there is never really a better time a flat tire can occur). I am not talking about my car, but rather the Rolla that my brothers "take care of" (I put that in quotations to denote my sarcasm).

Conrad had a flat tire on the side of the 410; I came to help but we couldn't get the wheel off due to it being rusted. And it was hot. And wet. And I felt sticky. Brutal.

Granted the flat tire is not his fault, but there always seems to be problems with that car. It was once my baby too; I once took care of it like I do mine now...maybe it's yearning for me? Riiiiiiite....

Juhky Reborn

So since my last, rather inspiring post about my new love of football (only people who don't know and aren't wannabes call it "soccer"), I have crossed the threshold of really rarely recreational player to rarely recreational player. I went to Walmart and found this on sale:

This will definitely make me a better striker

Well, not the exact same ones, but shin guards nonetheless. I can't wait till the next time I play soc...errrrr...football so I can for sure look like a poser. I'm thinking about getting a jersey with the name on the back saying, "Juhky."

What else was I doing at Walmart? Well, I was buying tennis balls. Arvin and I are going to play tennis, for reasons unknown. Should be interesting since the last time I played I think was three years ago. I should prolly find my tennis racket...

Heavens Devils

I was watching this pretty crappy movie yesterday on TV:

As opposed to "Hells Angels in Hot Air Balloons"

Sometimes people watch old movies, and while seeming "dated" it can still maintain the integrity of the picture. This one though was pretty bad (as in not-so-good). The only thing about this movie I liked was the bikes, and how much I want one. Something about riding a bike seems so...free?

Damn You Fat Lady

At least you haven't sung though, otherwise I might be over. But anywho, I went for my regular blood test, and this morbidly obese lady was taking my blood (not the regular guy who usually does it). The regular guy is usually gentle and actually takes the time to find the vein. This lady? Yeah...she just jabbed me with the needle under my elbow that I felt a muscle in my wrist move. As a result, it's tender.

Re-enactment, but just imagine the lady about 400 lbs. heavier

Sharon's take on it? "She must've been skinny and smart before she got a permanent full time job. But then she got fat because she didn't have to try anymore because she already had her full time job. As a result, she became lazy and dumb. And now you're in pain." Always a great prespective she provides me. Always.

Adieu, Good Doctor

At the risk of sounding like this guy:

Gimme ten!

I would like to wish many good luck and safe travels to this guy:

Smell de pingers

Dis-pa-dee-da today at his house, as he is leaving for the great city of Calgary tomorrow or Tuesday.

I remember a statment Dr, Sy said back when we all graduated high school: "I presumed, for one reason or another, we were all going to go to the same University." At the time, I thought it was a bit ridiculous as of course everyone went somewhere else.

Maybe I am the ridiculous one now? For one reason or another, I thought everyone (except for BJ) was just going to live in Mississauga after we all started our careers, having children here and just living out life. Of course, as things turned out, I was wrong. Even come a couple of years from now, other friends and people in my life will be relocating (heck, maybe even my wife...errrr...us).

Have I always been so naive to think that all my friends were perfectly happy here, not wanting to explore what else is out there? Am I wrong to feel perfectly content living here? Should I be moving to another province just to "try it out"? What happened to Jeff's plan of everyone having a specific role in his society?

Yikes, I become quite gay when someone moves away; it's not like they are dead or anything. But just knowing that things gones dones and changeds, and will never be the same...it's such a disparaging thought. I think I'm just a baby and way too emotional. I better learn to let things go, I guess.

In the end, though...I don't want to be...a murderer...(yep, sounds as gay as it felt typing it)

Ms. Lobo's

Purveyors of finely baked, homemade chocolate chip cookies. Absolutely delicious, it soothes my craving for a delectable sweet treat. My sincerest apologies, but the batch I have are mine, all mine.

Re-enactment of the chocolate chip cookies that I have

Now then, to work on cooking real food...

(just joking baby...kinda...iwuvwu!)

Training: Not So Good

So my BP training hit a snag last night. Apparently my lack of alchol dehydroganase combined with my inability to appreciate Alexander Keith's hath made me puketh. So, scratch that off my list. It tastes like crap, and made feel like it too!

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What did I do on my day off?

-woke up, luckily without any symptoms of cocktail flu

-went to lunch with the best girl ever in the world

-spent a couple of hours doing something for my passion. What passion you may ask? Well, I have been a big fan of basketball for many a years. As well, a big fan of shoes. Combine those two, and you have my collection which I finally took a picture or 40 of. I now present to you, a couple shots of my black colourway Nike VC Shox line:

ohhhhhhhh

ahhhhhhhhhhhh

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ihhhhhhhhhhhh

Of course I took individual shots of the VC 1-5 (including the often forgotten VC1.5) as well, but you get the idea. Apparently Nike is not going to make anymore signature shoes for VC, which is a little sad that the collection ends here, but it's also good for my wallet at the same time. I'm sure Sharon is happy, because she just doesn't get my collection. Sometimes girls just don't understand.

Happy Birfgay

You are old.

Maly is a lucky girl

Oh and don't think I forgot about Jepot. How can anyone forget about Jepot? Happy belated.

A candid pose, he was unaware a camera was going to take his picture

And now...I wait for the obligatory "embarass you back retaliation" although it may be a while if ever they do

Yep...As A Result Of Yesterday...

You should check out how sore the front of my body is

And how does my left side of my face feel, but not necessarily showing it?

That's right, I feel like a white guy

I'm much too delicate I do believe.

Soccer Today, So-sore-ccer Tomorrow

So I do believe I had the soccer game of my life today, when our annual Environmental Health The Beautiful Game Of Football Game happened. Soccer is a very demanding sport, very taxing on your body (especially if it's scorching hot outside and you are totally not in shape). Which may be the reason why I'll be sore for the next, I dunno, two weeks. My highlights (and lowlights) of the game:

-I was playing striker, and the first pass that went to me I missed. Needless to say, I didn't inspire a lot of confidence in my team. So I dropped down the field to play defence

-maybe not a good idea, as when Kathie was charging the net with the ball, I foolishly attempted to tackle her. Foolishly why? Because her elbow ended up under my left eye. I'm not sure but I think I may be having a bruise there for the next couple of days

-at that point, I realized I may have a heart attack and really, soccer is not in Filipino's blood

-even worse, I was playing defence and was supposed to be covering Trent. He scored

-not only that, I was seriously gasping for air. I thought to myself that I won't substitute out unless I actually do something for my team

-and that's when it happened...

I knew all the training in that bra would support me

Aldo gave me a nice pass where I kicked it with my left foot in past Michael, the goalkeeper who was playing absolutely awesome until that point. I promptly did the finger waving thing that that Italian guy did and Aldo and Trent tried to jump on me. But I would have none of that because...I ran to the sidelines to be substituted. I really, really needed water and air

-seriously, I lost my breath at least 7 times throughout the game

-I played goalkeeper for my team and we were down 4-2 with about 20 minutes left to play. I immediately let in a goal, and were down 5-2

-with about ten minutes left to play, that's when The Comeback went into full-effect. Mark scored, then Danny scored. We were down 5-4 with about 3 minutes left to play. Rosemary told me to go up front and abandon my goalkeeper position. I think she was on to something, because with literally 5 seconds left to play before fulltime (Andrea was our timekeeper), I impressed everyone (most of all myself) when I did the unthinkable:

I scored with a...flag?!? Holy double entendre!

That's right...perhaps one of the highlights of not just my day, but of my life! Well my sporting life, anyway. I promptly tore off my shirt (providing plenty of unintentional comedy amongst the female crowd I'm sure), ran down the field waving said shirt over my head, spotted Tony and chest bumped him and hugged him afterwards. Very gay, I know

-the game ended in a 5-5 tie, and we were going to decide the game by penalty kicks. We lost that penalty kick match, so Aldo proclaimed the game a tie

-I got plenty of props and shocked and amazed faces stating, "where the hell did that come from? I didn't know you knew how to play soccer!" Little did they know that...I don't. I just watch it every four years and try to emulate the real players. I even got a header in the game too! Usually my header attempts turn into facers!

So to celebrate afterwards, I went home and took a shower. Walter called me and told me to go to the Rooster and Firkin's because some workmates were there. I went, and was told by people that they didn't remember me playing that way last year. Basically, I sucked last year, but this year I really impressed them. I unfortunately didn't Zidane any girls (headbutt them in the chest), but I did get to slap Sandra's butt at the end of the day. Hey, she did it to me.

With my ego at an all time high, I think I better retire from the game while I'm on top, just like Michael Jordan (yes, yes, insert snickers here). That and the fact that I may be exposed for the flukey fraud that I really am the next game we play. I am, however, very tempted to buy shin pads and soccer cleats now.

Oh Great Merck-iful Lord!

My (our) lives just got a bit more clearer. And what do I win in the end? Bread!

I love you baby and am proud of you!

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Work...ugh...I think I should be like zeitgeber and just take a week off and do, well, nothing.

Forza Italia!

Thank you for such wonderful food

According to my manager, that means "Power to Italy." Well, they gone and won their World Cup game, which of course brings out the flag bearers. So I decided I was going to be Italian today and honk like crazy whenever a car passed by with the Italian Flag. I think I confused people. "Is he from the Asian part of Italy?"

Terroryrific News!

http://entertainment1.sympatico.msn.ca/Celebs/News/ContentPosting.aspx?newsitemid=KP07070601&feedname=CP-SHOWBIZ_V2&show=False&number=0&showbyline=False&subtitle=&detect=&abc=abc

Even though there is no way I have a chance with her and I'm currently with the person I love to death, just the thought of her being single is awesome. Simply awesome.

All Steak, No Sizzle

So to celebrate Sharon's birfday, we went here:

If I bought the franchise, it would be Jason's Ruth Chris Steak House

It was what I had been dreaming about since I first heard it was opening up in Mississauga years ago: the best cuts of meat (the top 2 percentile of beef); very good sides and wine (even though we don't drink...it wasn't Wednesday afterall); and, of course, the meal being ridiculously overpriced. I just needed a very good excuse to go there. Add on top of that there was a "primetime special" going on (starter, main, accompaniment, dessert) for $54, I couldn't not go there.

So I started off with the Lobster Bisque, got a Ribeye Steak medium-rare, sauted mushrooms and steak fries (extra cost), and ended off with a chocolate chunk bread pudding. Sounds really good, right? Well, it was. Why then after this meal all I could think about is this:

Everything is sexy about her, butter face

Seriously, I think every single dish I had involved ridiculously large amounts of real butter. It's true what my workmate Beata said: "you'll feel a layer of butter in your throat and mouth afterwards." Bleech.

So the verdict? The meat was very tender and the plate sizzled. The dessert was awesome. The service wasn't half-bad (I did end off the evening shaking the waiter, server and the manager's hands. Don't ask me why I did that). BUT...I think I can make just as good if not better steak at home. I think I appreciate steak on a barbie better than in an 1800 degree oven. And I prolly wouldn't use that much butter (or not at all). So, it was a very good once in a lifetime meal (I'm surprised it wasn't my last meal and that it didn't give me a heart attack).

The night ended off with this great film:

Ahhhh...they...are...going...to...serve...me...butter...

Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest:

-Barbosa! That's the name of the captain that makes a surprise visit at the end (the preceeding sentence was a spoiler, so don't read it. I'm really good at giving disclaimers, I know)

-if only Keira Knightley didn't look so homely...

-met lil' Mikey and Marcy there. Also witnessed teenaged drama, where one girl didn't want to sit next to her ex-boyfriend, and they got up about 4 times during the movie. The only redeeming thing that happened was an angry woman sitting in front of them turning around and telling them to shut up

-"Who will go to the ends of the Earth to find the Captain?" (pirate with wooden eye): "Ay!" Pure hilarity.

-I guess the extras in King Kong got typecasted

-all in all, a good movie but now I can't wait until the third installment. Perhaps one of those trilogies I'm going to have to buy

Ugh...I don't think I'm gonna eat tomorrow

So I'm Still Battling It

The perception that I can't keep a secret. Some of my workmates told me today that I cannot keep a secret; I would've agreed with them had the thing I said actually have been a secret. What did I say to prompt them to say I can't keep a secret? Well, apparently it's a secret, so I can't tell you.

BUT...do know this, I have been consciously trying hard not to have a blabber-mouth that I admitedly once did in high school/university. It's mighty discouraging to hear that I am unable to when I'm honestly trying; heck, I don't even ask people anything that would make it seem like I'm prying in the least bit. Sharon told me that you know when you're an adult when you don't tell other people things they prolly shouldn't know.

I guess other people will always have this perception of me that way though. Sigh...don't tell me anything anyone. Apparently I can't be trusted*

Psssst.....don't tell Jason anything

*and.......end dramatic scene

Here We Go Again...

Got my computer back after needing to be reformatted because I think I got a virus on it. So now I have to download all the old programs back (MSN, limewire, iTunes, winamp, etc.). It's quite annoying, but as long as it's working sans virus, I don't mind.

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Smoking and drinking on a Wednesday night again? No problem! This time in addtion to ArJ and BeeJ there was Ives, Dr. Sy and Kenken. Good times, but now I have to work tomorrow. I drank two beers. It's great though, because now I can say anything bad and after I would say it, I'm able to say "sorry, I'm drunk"

Under...Where?

It's like a thong pic on a sexy girl...except, well, it's not
Ahhh...nothing like a tighty-whities shot. Thanks dear, for this ever so fascinating perspective of my backside from our canoe trip from Bon Echo.
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I may be not having a genuine copy of Windows, apparently. Looks like I have to go back to Alben. I hate computers sometimes, yet, I'm so dependant on it. It's like crack I would imagine.

I Knew I Was Super

Don't believe me? You're telling me this isn't a coincidence?!?

J AO N

I should be a graphic artist...seriously

Not only that, Sharon and I watched the movie today, and it was revealed that his son's name was Jason. (By the way, the previous sentence was somewhat of a spoiler for the movie, so don't read it if you didn't watch the movie)

I thought it was an okay movie. I'd love to fly. Oh and have x-ray vision. Maybe it's a good thing I don't have super powers though, because I may be a Super Pervert.

Shaaaaat Upppp

I was reading this article:

(link removed because it was screwing up my format. Just know it was about Chloe Sevigny)

It's funny how a C-list celebrity would say stuff like that. So right after I read it, I proceeded to watch the part of the movie The Brown Bunny everyone downloads...yeah...that part.

Congrats To Team Alran (aka. Kiry)

Went to Kiran and Aly's wedding today, my first Muslim wedding. Some quick notes:

-Sharon was wearing a sari for the first time in her life, and she looked magnifique. Even her pasty white tummy was cute

-I wore these dress socks that came up to my knees. Basically it was like knee high stockings that girls wore with their kilts in high school. Oddly, it was quite comfortable

-the ceremony itself was nice, where I had to take off my shoes and sit on the floor crosslegged. Either than feeling like I was in high school again attending a school mass, it was nice. It even had a narrative to tell us non-Muslim people what was happening (and there were a lot of Chinese people there too)

-had three hours to kill, so Sharon, Jen E., and I ended up going to Jen T. and Mike's place to chill. We ate crackers and cheese and watched Dodgeball the Movie. Thanks Jen (that's right, I'm talking to you, now that I know you read my blog. Damn, now I can't type anything bad about you...a-heh-a-heh)

-went to the reception at La Premavera in Woodbridge. The antipasto bar was pretty good, with these potato chips with yogurt, hashbrowns, lamb tikka, and a chicken in a mint marinade. I had two servings, which was a good thing because...

-...the actual main course was not a lot of food. I usually thought of weddings as a place where you can overeat, but the main course consisting of tandoori chicken, mutton chops, daal, naan, etc. had portions so small not everyone got one piece of each thing. At least the Ras Malai was the dessert, but even that wasn't cold enough for my liking. There was, though, a chocolate fountain and I had good times with that. Come to think of it now, maybe it was a good thing there wasn't more food because I always tend to overeat at weddings

-there was an amature presentation of a bollywood type of dance number performed for the bride and groom, which inspired me to do this when the dance portion of the night came:

One-two-one-two-one...oh crap, lost my count

Man, so many people started dancing with me, it was crazy. Well, it didn't actually happen that way, but I'm almost tempted to take Bollywood dance classes now. Maybe not.

-I did dance with Sharon though, which is always good with her puckered-lips-bob-your-head-look-away dance. Man, I love her

All in all, a good wedding. Next one will be Team Mikenifer in London, where there will be twelve courses. I better start fasting now

Crohhhhhhhhhhh Line

Nothing like working on a holiday Saturday, albeit I don't have a lot of things to do but wait for calls to come in (about 5 in total). As a result, I ended up bringing in my DVD player again and have watched Saved By The Bell to great amusement. I also watched the movie "Derailed" which wasn't too bad. I impressed myself by guessing the plot line and all the twists before the movie finished. Obviously it doesn't take a lot to impress myself.

I enjoy these overtime shifts as it is not really strenuous work. I am still slightly annoyed that instead of double time I am only getting time and a half, but then I remember: why be annoyed? The money and lieu time I'm getting...yeah...it's not like I deserve it anyway. The Government is great!

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Tonight is the start of wedding photographer meetings.

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I didn't post it yesterday because I'm an insensitive clod, but what I meant to say was:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! I LOVE YOU TILL DEATH DOES US PART (or until you leave me *wink*)

I Love Food

I can't help it. I'm a whore when it comes to eating. Of course I try not to live too rich, but sometimes I feel like I'm a slave to my tastebuds. Anywho, here are two of many of my favourite foods ever:

Mmmmmm....Poor Mexican Man Food....

Mmmmm....baby cow...

In a reverse Chef Boyardee, "Why must everything that's bad for you, taste so good?"

Mahhhhhhh...(sage)

Went for another one, and told her that I was addicted to backrubs. Yes, I think I am, indeed. So what do I do to celebrate it? I go to Original's with BJ and ArJ. Great. My stomach already feel see-rah. Blah. Okay, salad for lunch tomorrow it is!

I'm A Basketball Star

In my head. Another realization I'm old: went to the gym this morning, and saw all these high school kids. Normally I would be annoyed all these kids would be inhabiting the gym I usually have to myself (no, not the fact I would be grumpy about that makes me old. Technically it does, but I'm not talking about that point during this tirade). But then they asked me to play a game, and then I remembered that it's much more fun to actually play with people. So anyway, I was draining my shot (luckily the guys didn't play much D), and my team won. I was also sweating and wearing a tanktop (which I never really do). When I say sweating, I mean the shirt was absolutely drenched. Then even more kids came (all aged maybe 17-19 years old), and we were gonna run a 5 on 5 game. But then I looked at the time and told them I couldn't play. They asked why not. I replied, rather sadily, "I have to go to work." Whomp-whomp... Sometimes I wish I still had the summer off so I could play basketball till I got blisters galore.

Oh well, at least I got my sweat on. Unfortunately I couldn't turn it off for the majority of the morning.

Oops...look like he was stopped short on his drive to the basket

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The NBA Draft is on in about half an hour, and I'm really hoping the Raps choose LaMarcus Aldrige. Although I don't have the vaguest intuition about the Italian guy they are high on, nor do I ever profess myself to be a prospect expert, I'm not completely sold on him for some reason. Call it a gut feeling, and as you know, I have quite the gut.

Beech Bolley Ball

So we had a "team-building" get together at Playdium after work today, and played beach volleyball there. Here is dramatic footage from the game:

Yee-uh...you reach for that ball

Well, not really. The sand was kinda gross, and the girls were not, unfortunately dressed like that. My forearms sort of hurt and I feel filthy. At least the night ended off good with an awesome burg I ate at Jack Astor's with the Mississauga office crew. Yummy and tasty. Mmmmmmm....

After My Mini-Vacation...

...for some reason I feel I need another vacation. I was sitting at work today, and just felt "blah...I don't feel like being here." Bringing home work doesn't help much either. Can't wait till I go to Ottawa/Montreal/Quebec City.

In the meantime, check this out: http://www.break.com/index/japaneseprank9.html

Funny stuff.

Good Vitz To My Great Big Italian Engagement Party

Busy weekend:

Friday: -went camping with Sharon at Bon Echo Provincial Park, located in Cloyne, which is north-east of Belleville. Got there, and proceeded to make our 1 lb. homemade burgers on the grill, which took forever. I think I am officially off my ground beef kick. The bread was really good though ("Pull-Apart Parmeasean Garlic Bread") bought at the IGA on the way there.

-what time was it? Saved By The Bell time! Seriously, one of the greatest shows ever. Period.

-went to bed early. Woke up a couple of times because Sharon kept hitting me because of my snoring. Something along the lines of me saying to her "I'm already on my side!" I think she's really, really hoping the surgery I have in September is going to work

-promptly began to be a virtual buffet to all the mosquitos. By the end of the weekend, I will need about 1 litre of Aveeno Anti-Itch Skin Cream (which is the best invention ever according to Sharon) and a blood transfusion. Seriously, I don't think I've ever been mauled this much when I've gone camping

Saturday: -after sleeping about 10 hours, Sharon and I had a pancake breakfast. We then went to rent a canoe and canoed across Mazinaw Lake, a picturesque (well considering how many pictures Sharon took I would think so) lake punctuated by pictographs on the walls left behind by the Natives

-canoeing is hard to master, and it doesn't help when I get annoyed easily with my partner. I'm sorry baby, but seriously, with both of our inbalances and the inability to steer, it left me a little argh-ish. Not to mention my fingers getting constantly crushed by the side of the boat. And I think you swatting the bug away and the boat rocking almost sent me over the edge (literally?). BUT...I love her to death and somehow we ended up having a really good time. I even got to work on my thigh and foot tans

-we also canoed to the actualy Bon Echo Rock where we had a one hour hike. Really fun stuff, as I look back on it. Of course not as it was actually happening and as I was gasping for air

-went to South Beach where I froze like kah-ray-zee in the water. Went back on the beach and continued to work on my thigh and foot tans. My feet aren't looking that dirty anymore with that uneven tan

-went into town to buy bread. Heard that "Fall On Me" song by this guy:

Peekaboo!

By the end of the trip, I think we heard Rob Thomas about 4-5 times. I'm not sick of it though. Sharon is.

-got back to camp and made a ginormous portion of pasta. It was damn good, but it was pure gluttony. I made so much I have lunch for tomorrow

-DVD batteries died. It was a really sad moment when it did and I couldn't recharge it (we went on a non-electricity site)

-watched a big family-outing (that looked like a Church function or something) where it was kids vs. adults. I thought it was interesting, but Sharon didn't. She was trying to sleep. The field where they were playing? Right beside our campsite

-with nothing else to do, I went to bed (for some reason I was tired). Sharon was upset and claiming it was unfair I could sleep easily but she couldn't. I could think of one way where she could go to bed easily...

Sunday: -got up early (like really early...4:30am early). Tried to go back to bed and ignore my urge to pee, but reawoke with Sharon punching me in the ear. By "accident" as she was trying to stop me from snoring again. Hmmm....

-packed up, and whined to Sharon that I should drive home because she hadn't slept much in 2 days. I ended up driving her car. It was like a luxury drive compared to my car

-all in all, another great camping trip with the exceptions of: being a blood donor to multiple mosquitos and my darling not sleeping a lot

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Why did we have to wake up so early and leave on Sunday? Because it was the second part of our weekend; Marie and Gil's engagement party. Gil asked me on Friday if I could say a speech/toast for the party. I agreed, but hadn't thought about it yet. Here's what I ended up writing at 1230pm (of course I had to be at the hall by 130pm):

"Hello good afternoon, I hope everyone is having a good time. My name is Jason and I am Gilbert's younger brother. Aside from leading the toast today for Gil and Marie, I would just like to say a few things. First off, I honestly don't remember the first time I met Marie. I believe it was at my house for a BBQ I was having with my friends, but the first real time I actually knew her was when she baked some desserts for my family. The first time I tried her butter pecan tarts and tiramisu, all I thought to myself was "Damn, Gil better not screw this up." That's not to say I only wanted Marie in my family because of her desserts. Among other reasons, I am glad that with her and my brother getting married, they will truly start our United Nations family (for those of you that don't know, I am also engaged and going to be married to that Indian lady over there). I am sure my younger brother Con will most likely not marry a Filipino girl either; hey, Gil started the trend.

Another reason I am glad Marie and the Franchino's are going to be my extended family is the fact I can now legitimately stick an Italian flag on my car every four years when the World Cup comes around (needless to say the Philippines doesn't have a good soccer team. But if you guys want to stick a Philippines flag on your car when the World Cup of Cock Fighting happens, by all means). Anyways, to wrap things up, I just want to raise a glass to the couple and say: Marie, I look forward to many years of your desserts. Oh yeah, and as my sister-in-law. To the two of you, congratulations, good luck, and Funniculi Funnicula!"

-picked up my tired fiance and got to the hall. Mingled and such, and made the same joke "welcome to our engagement party!" Oh yeah, originality in the house. Lots of beautiful vuluptious Italians too. I think Sharon was lusting after the two Italian twin boys

-speaking of the hall, it looked like a factory on the outside, but it was nice on the inside

-to my surprise (and somewhat relief), I would be the very first person to talk. I did, got a few laughs and compliments (even though I don't think anyone got my Funniculi Funnicula statement. I was, however, shaking for a good five minutes afterwards for some reason

-the food? Dear goodness...antipasto, pasta, chicken/veal with veggies, seafood with salad, sweets table. I'm wondering why more Italians aren't morbidly obese

-got to dance a lot with my baby. I think Marie's family now knows I'm an attention-whore. I, on the other hand, love to dance. I'm just glad I forever will have a willing (but very reluctant) partner to dance with

-left early because we were both supertired. But not without resistance from drunk Tito Mon. And he's gonna be our real estate agent? Yikes

-dropped by Ken's house and borrowed Pirates of the Caribbean to prime myself for when we watch the second installment next week

Woah, I haven't wrote this long a post in a long time. But, it was a great weekend and a great meet-the-family. I don't think I'm gonna eat tomorrow. Tuesday doesn't look good either.

Work, tomorrow? Blah

It Never Fails

One of those things in life that never fails: 3:00pm at the office, a day before my long weekend, and a file comes in. A suspect foodborne illness. At one of my restaurants. In the world of Public Health Inspectors, this is what constitutes an emergency. So what ends up happening? I have to drop off a stool kit, do a quick inspection, go back to the office, update the complainer, drop off my stuff, and the next thing I know, it's 7:20pm. And my Boss doesn't want to give me overtime, instead telling me I should carry the hours forward to next week so I can take more time off. wtf? I'd rather take the money. (I shouldn't, however, complain as somedays it's not like I work this hard. I guess everything compensates and works itself out. I just forget about that fact everytime I "work hard"). For all of this, it deserves a big:

Arrrggh!

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I am going camping to Bon Echo tomorrow with my ever so darling darling. I'm so excited...for the hamburgers I am going to make. *smack smack smack drool drool drool*

And what's that? SAVED BY THE BELL?!? I think my fiance is going to dump me after this weekend.

Well That Was A Doozy

Ended up at my backyard with ArJ andBeeJ drinking and smoking. Good times, looks like I may be getting the hang of this drinking thing. As well, looks like the Las Vegas Bachelor Party Trip may be changed to the Carribean Bachelor Party Trip. Why didn't I think of that before? It's cheaper, don't have to worry about food or anything, and there will be plenty of, ahem, girls there. Time to save up boys!

Cancer Stick? On A Wednesday?!?

So I may smoke my cigar and drink alcohol tonight with Arvin and BJ and possibly Jeff to celebrate. What are we celebrating? That Arvin got us cigars and that Jason will have one of those weird days where he drinks and that BJ is procrastinating on his final's paper and that Jeff will (hopefully) open up his backyard to us. Now that's a celebration. (Dr. Sy is in Las Vegas, so he won't join us. I wonder if he would've been allowed to if he was in town? oh snap)

It's like poo, except it's not

Feel Like Building Something

Saw this picture, and now I feel like woodworking again:

I Can't Believe It's Not Ikea!

I would, however, like to live in my own house first before I figure out what to make. Definitely.

Ah Ya Damn Beach

Apparently I care about Peel Region's Beaches, thus I went to a seminar held at the Holiday Inn at King Street in Toronto. It was really...really...long and boring. There was a cute Polish girl named Linda who sat at the table with Lil' Mikey and me. We acted like two horny teenagers, but felt we couldn't help it because we swear she was flirting with us. Seriously, she kept staring at me! I think Alexia noticed, and I'm sure I'm gonna hear it at work tomorrow.

(All of sudden I think I'm hot stuff to other women. Maybe it's because I'm engaged? Or dilusional. Yeah, that's gotta be it. Especially after sleeping in my own sweat again last night. We really need to get our A/C fixed)

Always fun times on the boardwalk

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Still frustrated and somewhat upset. What to you do when things get to be too much and it eats you up inside? Or to not be able to control things? Or to always feel responsible or guilty? I think it's time I start being a little more selfish than I already am, especially with my family. I hate to say it and think this way, but more and more I'm really looking forward to moving away from here.

It's time.

Another Funny Mummy Moment

Upon seeing my Dad attempt to wear socks with sandals, my Mom told him not to. My Dad asked, "why not?" My Mom replied: "Because that's gay"

Wanna Overeat?

Then BBQ! Had a BBQ at Mike's house and for some reason played another game (or two) of Monopoly, but this time with more players (Team Beevy was present this time). The BBQ was great, lots of (too much, actualy) food, including "Potato Caesar Salad with Bacon Bits," an interesting kind of potato salad.

Foreplay right before he humped it

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As well, the driveway is on the last day of curing (the sealer). We moved three trees to different locations, and all on a frikin' hot day. On top of the heat stroke, I also acquired a nasty blister on my palm due to the reluctance of myself to wear workgloves. Again, the moral of the story? Don't do any work. (Pictures are on the way. You know, when I'm not lazy)

This Counts As The One Time Per Year

What am I talking about? Our somewhat-annual monopoly game where we humour Jeff and actually play a game. This year's version included Sharon, Mike and Christie. I, unfortunately, became bankrupt first (hope this isn't a real-life trend). We left before finding out Mike won. Ah well, next year (maybe).

Where's my hat? WHERE'S MY HAT?!? Dagnabit!

Damn These Peel Parties

I couldn't miss this one though, it was Ruthie's baby shower one. Ate here, as usual (almost all Peel parties are held here):

I'm gonna open up a Filipino buffet house called "Tagalog"

I tried in my earnest not to overeat, and thought I did a good job. Although, I still felt like I ate too much. Uhhhhhh...I guess no dinner tonight.

Au Revoir Au Uvula

Gonna have my ball removed. No, not that ball. Went to the ENT specialist today and was prescribed to have my uvula (otherwise known as the hangy ball thingy behind the tounge) removed to help ease my mild apnea and snoring. In some medical definitions, though, easing my mild apnea and snoring = easing Sharon's sleep at night in the future.

Regardless, the day operation will occur at Etobicoke Trillium, once known as Queensway General Hospital. I was born there. Just hope I don't become unborn there.

It would seem I have a fascination with these kinds of pictures lately. I hope I'm not gay.

On the bright side, I think I'm finally over that sinus infection. To celebrate, I ate Jerk Pork. To uncelebrate that celebration, I think I will go for a jog.

Next Stop: Broadway

Well, at least off-off-off-off-off-off-off-off-Broadway. So off, that Broadway would not even be a way. Anywho, I ended up doing the skit, and it came off sorta without a hitch (with the exception of the closing song). I was very nervous, but I eventually perserved through it. Everyone said it was good and congratulated us. I was flattered that my Manager kept telling everyone I did everything, although I can't take credit for that. Maybe I'll do it again next year, but for now, I'm really glad it's over with.

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Got my VC5's yesterday on Queen St. W. in Toronto. Yee-uh...I gotta take a picture of all of them.

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Went to Dr. Sy's house at the nighttime to catch up, as usual. He'll be leaving for Calgary for good by next month. Truly, this is the end of an era. Who's next?

You Will Be Mine

Sooner or later. The Nike Shox VC5 is now on sale for $99.99 at Foot Lockers across the GTA. I was actually going to buy them at $149.99, but this is quite the plesant surprise if I do say so myself. The unfortunate part, however, is the fact that they don't have my size (8.5) anywhere except for the location at 337 Queen St. W. in Toronto. As a result, Ken and myself will be going there shortly, and then, this will hopefully round off my collection:

For my mortgage's sake, I hope they don't have a VC6

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Tomorrow is Staff Day, and I somehow got myself into performing in front of 500 people. I don't think I'll be too nervous though. I hope. I think. Yikes. My stomach feels gurgly.

Awenda

First camping trip of 2006 over and done, and it was quite fun. Well, maybe not to my baby all things considering (I'm very, very, very happy you're okay and healthy, relatively speaking), I had a great time. It was a little too cold to go swimming, but we did some good hiking and general loafing. We saw this on the way there:

In the Philippines it was a coconut tree with tsinelas on it

And we had great steak and food. The firewood from the campground was kinda crappy, but the one we bought from a house wasn't not too half bad. But for me, I think, the highlight was the endless amounts of this:

Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Beeeee...GO BAYSIDE!

That's right, we watched so many episodes of Saved By The Bell I think Sharon will kill me the next time she hears, "brrrrrrrrrrringgggggggg...when I wake up in the morning..." And the poutine from the chip truck on the way home was "Dam Good Fries" (as their motto said). So all in all, a good trip, and I get to do it all again in two weeks when we go to Bon Echo (of Bon Vitz as I like to call it).

How Does OJ Make You Feel?

Went to my first-ever focus group, where the topic was Orange Juice and how the ad pitches were conceived as. Pretty simplistic stuff, and I gave a bunch of retarded answers. Hopefully they ask me back because it was the simplest $60 (I had to subtract $5 for parking) I made in a long time (aside from that whole time I did the WNV crow line where I just sat around watching DVD's). Oh, and I got to eat streetmeat, which is always a treat.

Horny? Does it make you feel...horny?

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Concrete is almost done, and it looks good. Sam, the concrete man, ended up making our whole driveway patterned concrete as opposed to only the walkway (and it looks pretty good). Pictures after he seals it. Of course now that it's done, I only really have 1 year to enjoy it (as I will be moving out next year). Sigh?

Concrete Is Here!

Yee-uh! Now let's just hope they do a good job with it.

Moonlights as a candystriper during the night

Good News Is:

I don't have a brain tumour, like I may have suspected. Bad news is, I still have a sinovial viral infectionitis (I'm not really sure if that's what it's called, but it sound medical enough). And it hurts. A lot. Hopefully it will go away soon. Argh.

Yes, my sinuses are on its regs.

Whadahell

Forgot how the world of contracting can be; waiting for our contractor who is doing the driveway can be frustrating. It totally depends on the weather, and the fact that he has like 6 or 7 other projects on the go makes for more delays. I'd still like to be a contractor though. Maybe.

Ask Me Why I'm Sad

You want to know why? First, take a look at this picture:

Say ahhhhhhhhhhh

Now ask me which of these four works for me. If you guessed any of the above, I would be inclined to tell you "no." Basically, none of them work. I do believe it's because I've been sickly the past couple of days.

But then I got to thinking (which is rare): if I lost my taste sensation forever, what would happen to me? You see, I love to eat and eat all different kinds of foods. If I would not be able to taste, I might have to revert to just eating salads and other healthy food. Then I would become skinny. While that may be an ideal goal, I prefer to be more on the plump and content side. Sigh...(oh, and I usually eat when I'm bummed out. But if I was bummed about this, what would I do? Double sigh)

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Another funny moment, brought to you by my mother:

Upon two teenaged lesbians, hand-in-hand, jaywalking across the street and almost getting hit by our car, she exclaims, "SHUT UP! Paka mamatay..." I'm not sure if that was a shut up to being gay, or a shut up to almost getting hit by our car. Then again, I don't even know if they were talking, so I don't know why my Mom would tell them to shut up.

A Man In His 40's

The 1940's, that is. For Staff Day, I have volunteered myself to be in the skit. As a result, I have to look like, well, a man from the 1940's. So I went out and bought myself some garbs that is somewhat remenicent of the 40's (thank you Goodwill!). I have been trying to master this:

The only thing missing from this tutorial is basic comprehension from yours truly

Now I have to find a tabacco pipe. Yeah... what did I get myself into?

If I Were An X-Man

I would be..."Opulent":

For sure he's a mutant. Check out that waist!

My major power would be attracting the ladies with my suaveness and sophistication. After watching X-Men 3 with Sharon, I have decided this is who I would be. Oh yeah, and Opulent would also be able to fly. Definitely.

Head-Aahch-Ch-Che

I think it's my new glasses that are too tight, but I did get them adjusted. So really it's because I have this headcold that hasn't gone away and all that nose-blowing. Can't wait to get it over with.

I sense...head...ache

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Gonna get the Nike Shox VC 5, complete the quest. Soon.

Bye Bye Driveway And Curbs

After about 16 or so years, the original driveway and curbs from my house are gone. The one thing I remember about these curbs? I almost broke my knee on one of them when I fell playing with my tennis racket when I was 12 or something (don't ask). And now it's gone, hopefully for something much better looking. So without further ado, the "before" picture:

Who knew I could get so emotional over ashphalt?

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So I got the "gift" from my student today, you know, the one I boobed. In front of everyone, she gave me a 36D bra. Clearly this girl is thinking about the situation way too much. Unlike me. Riiiiiight.