Hap Birfday KenKen

Happy Birthday to my oldest friend (in the sense that he's the one I've known the longest). While we may have grown apart and started hanging out with different people more often and are not much in contact anymore, I know things are still cool between us. I mean, it has to be since he's going to be the best man at my wedding!

Sad how growing older sometimes means growing apart. That's life, though, no?

Engagement Photos Done!

Well, not really. But after all the frustrations with our photographer, I finally found out the reason why he hasn't been contacting us back: he already did the engagement photo shot (notice the no-plurality in that)!

Right before he pinched my nipple during Team Miknifer's wedding, he took this shot:

Who says I can't be serious?

I suppose this counts as an engagement photo? Well, whatever the case, thanks to Team Miknifer for this photo, and hopefully our real ones will turn out nice. We're not mad or impatient or anything; in fact, we kind of find it a little humourous. I mean, Fall Colours on trees that have snow on them can be just as beautiful (?).

Nothing

That's pretty much what I did at work today. I dunno, I think I'm starting to feel the burn-out. There are about 49 inspections I have to do before I leave for India, so I'm gonna have to push it like crazy and get even more burnt out. But whatever, I'll be on vacation and perhaps enjoy it even more.

And now, a random pic:

Seriously, real men wear lilac

Communication

Apparently the most important thing in a marriage, according to the speakers today. What did I remember most about our second marriage class? Well, at the beginning of the class, the speaker asked for a volunteer to say a prayer. There were over 40 couples, but no one wanted to say the prayer. Until...a woman volunteered (much to the delight of everyone staring down at the tables).

This is how her "prayer" went:

"Okay, I guess we'll start with the sign of the cross thing? (everyone proceeds to do the sign of the cross) Okay, so I would just like to say let's get this show on the road so we can get the hell out of here!"

Then she promptly sat down. And some people even cheered.

wtf?!? I was embarassed, almost even appalled. Why the heck would you want to get married in a Catholic Church then if you don't even want to be there? I mean, the speakers were already saying that you shouldn't be getting married in a Catholic Church if you don't want to. Even more stupid was her prayer. It wasn't even a prayer! Man, that guy is lucky to be marrying her...

(keep in mind though, that I wouldn't ever volunteer to lead a prayer. But at the same instance, I wouldn't also say anything that horrible either)

The Tailored Man

Has arrived. My custom-made shirts from Maxwell's Clothiers came and I picked it up from the Post Office (damn taxes!). I tried them on and they fit well...only one problem: I think I gained weight from the time I was measured for it. Considering I only went to the gym once the past month (although I do have a valid reason), I'm not surprised. I mean, I've been feeling chunky.

Well, regardless, the shirts are nice and now a motivating factor for me to lose weight again.

First Day Of Marriage Classes

And so far, so good. Somewhat interesting if not boring class. There were a lot of people there, and what did I think of more than half the time? That perhaps half of the couples there are going to be divorced. But not Team Sharson, I hope. Oh heck, I know!

Back To School

Well, not quite. But, I do have my first day of classes today...marriage classes at the Church. Woah.

Tippin' Sideways

So while doing the massive amounts of ironing I always seem to accumulate, I watched this movie:

Get it? "This Fall"? Haha

It was a pretty amusing film, very much how like if I got into wine, Sharon dumped me, and I had to take Arvin out on his bachelor party week. Trust me on this.

"Yes, the tanins pronounce the oak taste"

Oh yeah, and I never really considered Sandra Oh as attractive yet alone sexy, but after this movie...I still don't. But there is a nice scene of her. You know, that scene.

Oop...Diwali-Wali

I can't seem to say the word "Diwali" without adding the melodie to "oochiewallywally." Anywho, I went to do an Indian Restaurant Inspection, not really knowing that Diwali falls on Thursday. What does that mean? Well, chaos in the kitchen for one. And my clothes really smelling afterwards for another.

Oh...my...watch out behind you...oh jeez...you don't even notice

Oh yeah, I also got Ras Malai. And now, I am sick of it.

S-Hoe

I'm not really a Hoe for S's, but rather for SHoes. Okay, so my wordplay is horrible, but the point is I bought another pair of shoes today. Seriously, I may have a problem, but Winners always accomodates me. I think I'm going to have to return it. Seriously, I keep forgetting the whole "going to buy a house/getting married" thing.

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While most brides would be superstitious about their future grooms seeing their wedding dress before the actual day, my fiance is obviously very atypical. In fact, she would get annoyed at me if I even hinted not going to see them with her. According to her, "you're going to be by my side the whole day, so I want your opinion." True, I suppose.

So today I went with her and her parents to a store on the Danforth; and...my...goodness. She was stunning in all my estimations and I almost cried at how perfect she looked (but I didn't, because, you know, that's gay). She just didn't know it and I didn't tell her because she would surely admonish me for saying so (she doesn't like it when I get mushy). She's everything to me, she's perfect for me, and I can't wait for us to be with each other forever. Oops...now she knows.

Then we ate a Greek restaurant, and Opa! Delicious and so filing, I didn't eat a dinner today.

Fire makes everything Greekier

Feeling Fat

I haven't exactly exercised in a long while. I feel like I can, but I don't want to risk my throat getting more screwed up. I feel I can start up again (and believe me I want to...I'm feeling blukky); I think I'll give it another week. In the meantime, you'd think I wouldn't eat such junk. Well, I guess you don't know me that much.

One Year?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Okay, so in exactly one year from now, I will no longer be considered legally single. Not that I mind, but it does seem rather eerie that my one year left of bachelorhoodism lands on what some would consider an unlucky day. Oh what the hell am I blabbing about...time for real life to start (in one year)! I'm just hoping one year from now, Sharon and I will have our engagement photos done by then.

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Was flipping through the channels pretty late last night when I came upon an interview with Robin Williams on Jimmy Kimmel. An audience member asked him what his thoughts are on US-Canada relations. His response: "Canada is like that nice neighbour that lives above the noisy, party, meth-lab apartment. Oh, and the US realizes you have a lot of fresh water, and we're coming to get it." I couldn't stop laughing for some reason; and yet, at the same time, felt sad?

The Problems Begin...

It's never a nice feeling being stood up. Like a jilted lover, Sharon and I have been stood up by our wedding photographer, who was supposed to take our engagement photos today. It wasn't the fact that he cancelled, but more the fact that the guy didn't even call despite us leaving three messages. And just like a jilter lover, I feel like a fool; I recommended him to some of my workmates. I guess that adage of "you get what you pay for" applies right now. Looks like I won't be referring him anymore.

And really, I'm more upset that it got Sharon upset. Pictures are pictures to me, but she was looking forward to it. No person, let alone bride, should have disappointments for this whole event (even something as not trivial as this). Whatever happened to customer service these days anyway?

Ah well, I'm not gonna dwell on this. One last chance before we really say something (we already had problems with him the day we were supposed to meet him to sign our contract; at least he gave us more of a discount initially. But then, it's not even about the money. Argh.).

Pantassey Drapting

This basketball draft I am doing for my fantasy basketball team is pretty fun. Oh great, now I'm going to have too much of a vested interest in the NBA this year...

Come Fort Ta Bull

So today my Dad picked up the Sienna. Unfortunately, not this one:

Let me slip it into drive babee...oh yeah, I'm smoove

But rather this one:

Let me slip it into drive babee...oh yeah, I'm, ummm...smoove
A 2001 Toyota Sienna LE. It's a nice van I think. Gilbert asked him why he got it. He said it's for travelling and for when they have grandchildren. But the real answer my brother was looking for was what my Dad said before: "Because it's come-fort-ta-bull." Indeed.

If I Was A Violent Man...

...I would've followed the stupid punk kid tailgating me and giving me the middle finger as he drove past me, and then proceeded to bash his brains out. Sometimes I hate people.

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Fantasy Basketball Draft Night Tonight...yep, I'm a geek

Facial Hair

A funny thing happened today, while Sharon was trying to be funny. She bit my goatee, and a hair inadvertantly (to her, at least) came off my chin and into her mouth. Trust me, it was hilarious.

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Another thing I find amusing my parents say: "Don't flash the toilet yet, I'm gonna pee too"

Montreal In 39 Hours

Left at 4:00am in Mississauga (in a Yaris hatchback! Holy clowncar), got there at 10:30ish and promptly went here:

Did you know that Schwartz was black? Yep, Schwartz-ni...nevermind

I think I made believers out of my fellow travellers. Ian, Maunley, Danielle and Arvin. It was absolutely awesome, and the thing that made it even better was the fact that we got there, there was an immediate seat for 5, and when we left there was about 60 people waiting in line to get into a restaurant that hold about 60 people max (no joke). All within 30 minutes. Waiting in line is for suckas! In fact, they loved it so much we went there again before we left Montreal for home. I will now go into smoked meat withdrawl.

As well, I have for one reason or another fallen in love with this Quebec-chain department store:

They took the "PS" out of Simpsons...damn those French!

They have some great styles and pretty affordable prices. At the same time, though, they also have some high-end clothing. I ended up buying an old man's hat and when we went there a second time before we left for home (like Schwartz's, one is not enough), I got myself a black zip-up hoody. I only found out about this store when Sharon and I went to Quebec City a month or so ago, and this location was about 3 times bigger. This store has the potential to be the Target of Montreal (in that whenever I visit the US, I almost absolutely have to visit a Target). I wish they bring a branch to Ontario.

Other highlights:

-the French restaurant we went to for dinner was good; the poached salmon I had was great

-poprocks candy; first time having it in decades

-finding Arvin's long-wanted navy blue jacket from Zara's, trying to hide it from him, having him follow me around a pillar asking me what it was (yep, it looked as homo as it sounded), and then him pretending not to be happy/excited about it. What makes this story even better? Literally taking the jacket from the rack 13 seconds before a gay guy who wanted it got to it, then having that gay guy trying his hardest to be conspicuous (he really wasn't) follow us around the store seeing if we would ditch it so he could get his hands on it. Seriously, I guess this jacket was meant to be for Arvin, even though in my opinion it looks very similar to one he already has (had to add that last part of the sentence in there because I know he is going to be reading this and will whole-heartdly disagree with me)

-going to American Apparel, where the clothing selection was really not that good, but one of the sales associates being extremely hot. And then looking and acting like a 13 year old boy who just saw his first pair of boobies

-speaking of which, stopping in front of strip bars, almost going in, but then chickening out because moments before we acted like 13 year old boys who just saw their first pair of boobies

-did I mention the names of these strip bars? "Super Sexe" and my favourite one, "Super Contact"

-getting to know Ian and Maunley and Danielle better

-staying at the Delta Hotel, except for the fact I had to sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag and not sleeping much because of the constant fluctuations in hot and cold

-Snyder's pretzel chips, damn addicting

-wearing my old man's hat, then having an actual old French man (with who I presumed to be his granddaughter) come up to me and asking, "sir, I ask you a kesschon, where did you get that hat?" Me, wanting to pretend I was hip and saavy and knowledgable about Montreal and French culture all together, responded by saying, "oh I just bought it at Simons (except I pronounced it see-moans)." The granddaughter sorta gave me a look and said, "oh, Simons (and she pronounced it exactly the way it looks in English)." And then the old man added in, "oh, the Simons here in Montreal? Not in Japan, right?" I wasn't aware that I was looking Japanese, unless, of course, he saw me as a Sumo in-training

Basically, good times and lots of fun, except for whenever I was in horrible pain due to my throat and inner left ear being affected by the side effects of the surgery. One of the most intense pains I've felt in a long time. It's like a burning, scratching, irritated feeling that won't go away unless I close my eyes and wait it out for like 45 seconds. Then it started again, and tylenol wasn't really much help. So needless to say, the meals I ate weren't fully satisfying. Sigh.

I did come home happy though, seeing my love and a Thanksgiving meal (which included what I look forward to every year: stuffing! I think I like it even better than turkey). Vive le Schwartz's et Simons!

Financial Planning 101

Took this course today at work, and was impressed with it. Taught me some new stuff, strengthened my knowledge on others, and basically taught me "not to spend more than I make." While that's a definite "duh" to some people, you'd be surprised how many people earning over $120000 household income are struggling to make ends meet, especially keeping in mind that the average household income in Canada is $46000. Crazy!

If there was one thing to come out of this, it's that I am determined we pay off our mortgage as soon as we can. Of course, though, that means I'd prolly have to find a part-time job. Hopefully I'll be able to do this hardwork thing the next couple of years.

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So of course, instead of saving money, I am spending it. Going to Montreal tomorrow for a mini-trip with Ian, Maunly, Arvin and Danielle. Hopefully I will be over this ear infection thing I am currently experiencing, but it should be fun regardless.

Random Picture I Found On Google:

As opposed to "Front to Fantasy." I know, not that funny

First day back at work after complaining this past week of going cabin-crazy. And of course, I didn't do much. It's just like I was at home! And not only that, I am taking a course tomorrow to fill in for Jenny (Financial Planning...lol...because, you know, that's related to work), so this week has been unuberproductive. I was thinking, though, wouldn't it be crazy if all weekends were 6 day weekends? That would be mindboggling. Mindboggling I say, mindboggling!!!

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I'm gonna hang out with my one-time-elementary school nemesis (don't ask, kids are dumb), but now friend-I-hardly-see Lizanor. Crazy!

Edit: Screeeeeeeech......change of plans...raincheck for now. Hope your Mama is okay Liz!

Tachy

So on my last day off (I'm starting to feel the energy come back. Ironically* I don't want to go back to work anymore) I was a little bit more productive. If you consider spending a lot of money on something perhaps a little unnecessary. Well, whatever the case, I got this baby installed in my car:

Now I can determine the RPM when I go...the speed limit

All my upgrades are almost complete to my car. Almost.

Oh and it looks like the swelling/pain in my throat is going down, as I ate Quizno's. Unfortunately, I don't think I lost any weight. Man, I can't even get sick right!

*yeah, right

Can-Don't Please

So I watch decorating/design shows. HGTV is a great channel. But my one pet peeve? I hate, almost absolutely hate it when decorators make candles an integral part of their "visions."

Get a job candles why don't you

I can't explain it. It's like a cheap cop-out for designing. I think it's because I'm more into major design elements, like, say, solid wood coffee tables. Another thing, but perhaps not as much, besides candles that irk me? Napkins and place settings for tables. Come on!!!

I obviously get pretty passionate about this. It's almost embarassing. Yeah...almost as embarassing as decorating with candles. Burn!

Robin Thicke

Judging from his first song I heard, he's a falsetto, Justin-like, white boy crooner. But researching further into him, I found he is signed to Pharell's Startrac label. Interesting...I might just have to get his album. Maybe.

That's all I could muster up today? Well, I went to a massage therapy appointment, and otherwise was pretty bored. Tomorrow will be last day off. Then back to complaining about work. Yay?

Mississauga Shoxaholic

So every year for the past 4/5 years I've been involved with a Fantasy Basketball League. I don't win or anything, nor do I strategize as much as some guys, but it's fun nonetheless. Every year I register under the same team name:

Screw Public Health, I'm gonna be a Graphic Designer

This year, and due to the fact I have a copious amount of time at the moment, I decided to create a team logo with my oh so great MSN Paint skills. Plus the fact I need a picture to link to for my avatar when I visit my favorite Raptors-related website. As you can see, I combined some of my favorite things: basketball, shoes, and Mississauga. I know, I'm gifted!

Can't wait for the Raptors season to start...

The No-Work Corollary

Okay, I admit I don't really know what "corollary" means, but I think that's the word to describe predictament I'm in? I'm enjoying time off right now (although the circumstances around the time off could be better), but I didn't realize that if I wasn't at work I could be bored. Like now. I think I have to learn to just let go of my worries at work and smooth sail, but I figure that will be when I actually finish all my work and be in India. Plus, my body has to learn that sleeping over 6 hours is not that bad (it's still not used to it).

Thank goodness for the invention of the internet, otherwise what the heck would I do? Wow, I really am having a slow day if I'm complaining about not working.
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Many thanks to the well-wishers and no-nay-sayers for my speedy recovery. I may have underestimated the time I would require off, but the recovery process is surprisingly going well. As well, I found I just got my first dedication post ever from another blog, and it makes me feel peachy. Thanks Jen!

Ah The Luck O' The Irish

So I just had to get out of my house today. My body is still a wee bit sore and it sorta hurts eating still, but I am not going to be coped up in my house. So I went shopping with Arvin. He got some Salsa shoes (and nacho chip socks). We also went to Square One and met up with Dr. Sy's Dad, who I still think is heartbroken that he left for Alberta. It was quite amusing, actually: "I spent my money for their education and now they (including his brother Merv, who will be moving to Ajax next year) move away. I don't care!" I'm thinking most Filipino dads are like that; at least mine is too.

Oh then we went to Walmart where they were having this anniversary sale. We saw people rushing towards the Clearance centre, where they were hurrily grabbing toothpaste and shampoo. Then I joined in the fracas when I saw my exclusive soap that I use:

Better than Scottish Summer: Milli Clean

Exclusive in that I love this loofah-like soap. Sharon doesn't like it; she prefers Dove or something more moisturizy. The limit was 6 packages of 6 bars of soap. I figure that I use about one bar of soap per month, so this should last me a good three years. I didn't even know the price of it; alls I knews was that if the immigrants were getting it, it must be cheap (I'm going to hell, I know).

Turns out that they were only $1.49 each. See, I have been known to be a guy that goes overboard with good deals. That is, if it's a good deal, I'll buy in serious bulk. So now I'm contemplating if I need a nine year supply of soap. It's really a tough decision. Complex? Yes. Cheap? Maybe even more so. Irish? At least for the next three years.

Not Only A Surgery

I also have a fever. Well, Cabin Fever anyway. There really is just so much TV you can watch. I would like to be more productive or something, but I have this weird soreness-pain in my shoulders, neck and back of the head. If I stay still, it's not so bad. So...I stay still.

Which brings me up to the "medication" I am supposed to be taking. The Doctor prescribed for me Codiene and Tylenol-3 (which is a combo of tylenol and codiene according to Murse BJ). Now Codiene causes nausea (which I had quite a bit of, to the point I actually vomitted last night). Tylenol, well, is supposed to suppress pain. But if codiene causes pain, why bother taking the medication anyway? So...I didn't. I might just take regular Tylenol tonight if the pain really persists. Otherwise, I'm gonna be a hero and ignore it (well of course that's dumb. You don't have to tell me that.)

So then what is the most eventful thing I did today? I watched Ella Enchanted:

Bend it like Cinderella

It was actually a funny and entertaining movie. In fact, I think I may have a Rory-sized crush on Anne Hathaway now. She's not the prettiest of the bunch, but she certainly seems the most...genuine? Plus she's funny. Okay, I'll stop gushing now, but do know I had to of course search for her on the web. And I found topless pics of her. Heehee...

Good News:

I'm alive!

Bad news:

It hurts something fierce. The morphine given to me makes me feel nauseous and woozy. The meds given to me are worse than Buckley's. I think I still hear myself snoring. I may have underestimated the time I have to take off work; the Surgeon gave me a note saying I need to take a week off (oops). I am starving, as water and room temperature lugao is not satiating my hungry, but then again I'm not hungry. My energy is down. I feel a bit disoriented and unbalanced (more than usual). And worse of all...I already miss solid food.

Ah well, so begins the long road to recovery.

Ode To An Onion

On thy eve of an operation,

I had this, well, not tingling sensation;

fear, angst, worry, hurting

I only knew one thing that be certain;

tomorrow thy uvula be banished

but that's okay, I hath eat something Spanish.

Onion.

Bloomin' onion.

Heart attack on a plate. Yum!

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A wee bit nervous, yes, but many thanks for the encouragement and reassurances of "no problems" to all the people. This time tomorrow, I will be without my uvula; while a minor surgery, the prospect of surgery still somewhat frightens me. But I better suck it up and be a man. This is for the future, no doubt.

So what better way to celebrate the end of solid food, at least for a while? Nachos, deep fried onion, and steak! Texas Longhorn Baby. Good food, good company...good bye (solid food). Lu-gao here I come!

Dirty Screechez

So if the rumours are true, the world will be in a better place: Dustin "Forever Screech" Diamond will be coming out with a sex tape. Not only the fact are two girls willing to be humped by him in the video, it apparently has one of the most funniest disgusting acts that can happen. If you don't know what I'm talking about, look at this pic for a clue:

Can't wait till Urkel does one

You know, AC Slater and Zack wouldn't have stood for this. In fact, I can picture Zack going into Screech's room while he was getting prepared, with Preppy going, "Stop Screech!" But then Screech starts singing, "I'm so excited...I'm so excited...I'm so...scared..." (Okay, some serious SBTB references there, but if Jesse Spano and Screech ever make a sex tape together there is no way in hell I am not getting it...just because I wouldn't be a true fan if I didn't...)

50% Not Evil!

You Are 50% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

I did some random online test from Rowena, and found out I'm 50% evil. BUT, that also means I'm 50% not evil. Yay?

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Happy Birfday to the aforementioned Rowena! May you have all of life's happiness and having a great time in Spain. I so jealous. Ham!

Potatoes

I love them, especially when they are made in a chicken broth and lemon base. Yummmm...(yep, I had them today).

It's like potatoporn

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So in a couple of days time, I will be "under the knife" for my throat. Nervous much? Yep, you betcha. But it should be fine. I just don't have a high threshold for pain, according to Sharon. I would disagree, but it's hard to when I do agree. It hurts just thinking about it.
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Last night's G-squared episode wasn't too bad, but there was just something missing. I think the departure of the creator definitely has a part in it. Not that I'm an affecionado or anything.

Ta Ta Tabico

So today we had our going away party for my buddy at work, Tony "Tabico, Jr." Camara. There were about 22 of us at the Pizza Hut Lunch Buffet.

Pizza Hut and Nothin' But

Let's just say we made our waitress very, very happy. Tabico will be going to the Mississauga. I'll miss the guy, and hopefully we'll still be able to do our "field trips" (wink).

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It's great talking to Kathie about wedding preparations. Seems like we're in the same boat. Only exception is, she's either having it in April or in October of next year. Yep, that certainly narrows it down. But, she doesn't know who she will invite from the office, if she invites anyone at all. I know how that feels...yikes...mine is coming up pretty damn soon...

A Lot In The Noggin'

A lot on the mind. Lots of work, lots of worry, lots of angst. Hopefully it will be better in a couple of days.

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But enough about that, guess what I'm all excited for tomorrow? That's right! This:

You know what I want to be? Grass

(Sorry Jen, I don't think I can make it out tomorrow, seeing the way the week has been, I'll probably get called to go out again. I'll be watching with much trepadition. Whatever that means. We shall do it another time though; thanks for the invite!)

(If your name was not Jen, the above message did not applly to you. This one does, though)

Dog Gone It

So as I was saying beforehand, I'm the oncall PHI this weekend. And boy, has it been relatively busy. Today, I got a call from a guy who just came from India that was bit by his father's dog there. The Doctor's there, apparently very worried about Rabies, really wanted him to get the Rabies Vaccination. I tried to talk him out of it (as it meant I had to actually do work...lol), but to no avail.

So I went to the Mississauga office, only to find out the pass card doesn't work there. Then I went to my office, only to find out my own pass card doesn't even work either. I was annoyed already because Sharon was waiting in the car and we were supposed to be at Che and Brian's kid Jacob's Baptismal party. So I had to wait for security to come, blah blah blah. Basically, I had to do all this because the guy thought he might get rabies.

See, if you get bit by a dog that looks like this:

Smile for the camera! So cute!

Then yes, I might agree with you. But when I'm hungry, I have to go to a party, I'm on-call, and I can't even get inside my own frikin' building, then you don't have rabies.

Merry Marriage Jereg

So this morning I got called into work for a fire and a nursing home outbreak. Overtime is great I guess, but only problem was, I was supposed to go to a wedding in Ajax. Suffice it to say, I was a wee bit late going to Team Jereg's (aka Gren) wedding. Luckily Sharon had a ride with Team Miknifer.

The wedding itself was pretty fun, although I missed the rather amusing ceremony (according to everyone that was there). Some tidbits from the wedding:

-Teams Miknifer, Tiista (Tim and Krista) and Patvica (Patrick and Ludvica) were at our table

-Ludvica and Patrick got married last month, which was a secret. Good on them, and much good lucks as well

-the food was great, not too much, just the right portions

-the cake was just as awesome as Miknifer's wedding cake

-Newfies are a hilarious bunch (Greg is a Newfie). I often wonder what it would be like to be a Newfie, but then that thought quickly disappears after I see exactly how much they drink

-no emergency calls through the rest of the night. Hopefully it's not because there was no reception (the hall was in Uxbridge!)...I can just imagine, "you have one new message...first message...you are fired"

-the most amusing part of the night for me had to be this incident:

(Greg and Jen were going to do the cutting of the cake ceremony, when the DJ started playing that song "Cotton Eyed Joe", the same song I find annoying whenever they play it at Raptors games)

Tim to Krista: "Damn this is a great song!"
Greg outloud: "Cotton Eyed Joe!!! Man, he had to play this now when I'm cutting the cake? It's bringing me back to my University days!"

Me: (non-stop laughing). Sometimes, white people make me laugh

One level higher than a platinum record. Plutonium record?

Anywho, good luck to them. I am slowly realizing that in just over a year, I will be married myself. Wow. Yikes.

"Woah...Look At That...Dad?!?"

So today I find out my Dad went to a strip club with a family friend who's here from the Philippines. I imagine if I went to the same strip club and saw my Dad and Titos there, that's what my reaction would have been (just for the record, I haven't been to a strip club in like three years...well one if you count the times I did inspections there). I dunno, the thought of late 50 year olds going to a strip club? I wonder if the boys and I will go when we're old. That might just be a little weird?

Oh, and I totally imagine my Dad complaining about the cost of drinks. He'll be so "nako! Mas mahal! When I went here when I first came to Canada, a drink would cost less than a dollar! Okay, one drink and let's go." Or even worse, the thought of a stipper asking my Dad if he wants a lap dance. Yikes.

Partay over hurr!

I Yam A Ham

Kam on blogspot, you're usually good with the pics. Well, if the pictures were working, I would've posted a picture of "The Museum of Ham" in Spain. Rowena is going on a Spain trip next week, and one of her highlights is going to the Museum of Ham. For one reason or another, I'm kinda envious. I want Spanish Ham. As long as it doesn't taste like that awful "cooked ham" deli meats you can get at delis. Talk about filler.

If there was, say, a Museum of Steak...I'd more than likely plan a trip around that for sure. Mmmmm...steak...

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Worst song I've heard in a long time? That eenie meenie mynnie mo "hip hop" song. Seriously...it's horrible on so many levels. What's next? Icka lacka horses' kaka?

Salad Kinged!

So I was having one of my patented restless after work moods today. I didn't feel like going to Yorkdale Mall again, so Arvin obliged with my latest idea: Eaton Centre!

So we got there and looked around the mall. There has definitely been a lot of changes since I've last been there. Then when we got hungry, we were going to go to New Ho King (heehee), but instead played the audible and went to my original Thai joint from my university days, Salad King. I always told my workmates my favourite Phud Thai of all time was from Salad King; and I was not disappointed. I also ordered a Coconut Milk soup, which was also delicious.

Although, there was undertones of it being my "last supper" as Arvin put it. As some might know, I'm having a day surgery next week for my throat. I think Arvin might have thought I might not make it through*. He talked about how before his Lola died, they had a dinner with her rather unexpectedly. Oh, and he also paid for my meal without me knowing it. wtf?!?

And the nail in the coffin (so to speak)? When we passed by a cemetery on the way to Arvin's salsa class studio and he said, "are you scared? Do you want to go in? We can find you a spot." Tanks man...tanks.

*this has a very successful surgery rate, kinda like a tonsil surgery. Even my own girlfriend tells me I'm being too dramatic when I question if I'm gonna wake up from the anesthesia

I Can Now Swallow Stool

Infected with Salmonella typhi. Not that I ever would, because, well, that's just not normal. BUT, in the inadvertant chance I do, I have been vaccinated with Typhrix. India here I come!

You Go Kat Kat

So my workmate Kathie this past weekend became part of the engaged club. Her story went like this:

Kathie and Tyler went to Quebec City this past Thursday. Tyler hid the ring in the stack of Connect Four chips (they play Connect Four on their trips). Kathie finally found it after playing more than half the game (she went on to win the game). He didn't ask her to marry him, although he was going to say it in French (because they were in Quebec). Then again, she really, really didn't want one of those embarassing proposals, otherwise she'd go crazy (I've seen her crazy before). I wonder what she would've done if he pulled it from behind her ear.

The funniest part was her telling everyone at work: Kathie e-mailed a bunch of people that she was engaged. Then exactly 20 seconds later, she ran out of the office so no one could ask her any questions and she turned off her cell phone. Awesome. (Oh and Rowena called it by predicting they would get engaged this past weekend...if only she could predict lottery numbers for me)

What Did I Learn Today?

That whenever I work on my car, something goes wrong. Actually, I lie, I didn't just learn that today. I learnt that a long while back.

BUT...it's always a good feeling when that scary feeling that my car might be broken actually turns out okay. Like today, when I finally finished installing all my car parts, and there was that big moment of "ohoh"... as in "ohoh I think I just took something out that can't be put back in. As always though, God had my back and made it work just fine. Thank God!

Not to be confused with TV repairman

And somehow these "2 hours tops" kind of jobs always turns into "how did it get to 4 hours?" Auto mechanic...I are not.

Two Great Words

If ever there were two words that were forever meant to be together, it would be: Jerky and Beef.

Dried Smoked Goodness

So Sharon and I went to Vaughn Mills today, and upon entering the Bass Pro shop, I noticed that a big bag o' jerky was on sale for $4.88 (reg. price: $8.97). So I doubled up, one Terryaki Flavour, the other Sweet and Spicy Flavour. I almost didn't get the S and S because it was apparently sold out, but the Chinese employee there found one of the last bags there for me. Score!

So I ate beef jerky and had a Peach Julius drink...awesome. Jason recommends!

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Sharon and I then went to look at houses. I think I found the home I would like to live in. Too bad we're still like 9 months away from buying one. Maybe we better stop looking for now.

Tangents

Sometimes I go off on tangents, which comes as no surprise to some people. I caught myself on this one today:

saw on CP24 that Dog the Bounty Hunter was arrested -> always wanted to know what a bail bondsman does -> checked wikipedia -> saw a link on Boba Fett, the Star Wars character that was a bail bondsman and bounty hunter -> read up on Boba Fett, saw a link to Darth Maul -> read up on Darth Maul, saw a link to Jedi Knights -> read up on Jedi Knights -> one hour later, I am more knowledgable on bail bondsman and Count Dooku

hadookieeee

Smart

So as I've said before, I find my parents pretty funny (although they are not intentionally trying to be funny). It's not that I'm making fun of them, but rather they say things that I just find amusing. Another one happened this morning, as I drove my Mom to work:

Ken, one of my best friends and the Smart Car Salesman, lent my neighbour, the world record holder guy, a Smart Car because he is going to attempt to break the record of pushing a car continuously for 24 hours around Lake Aquataine. I coincidentally called Ken the moment my neighbour was there, so Ken told him that I live right in front of him. Yesterday when I got home, we finally said hi to each other, but at the same moment, my Mom got home and saw me talking to him.
So this morning, my Mom asked me, "So Ken let him borrow the Smart Set?"

Can be worn with dress pants

Pigee

That's what I call the hairs on my chin, because it's not quite a goatee. In fact, the hairs are so sparse, it just looks like it's dirty. But I don't care, I wanna see how long I can pull this off before I, well, pull it off.

This is how long mine will be...in about 68 years

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Anyone remember that episode of Seinfeld where Kramer goes on a test drive with the salesman, and the gas light goes on, and the salesman is scared they are going to run out of gas but Kramer convinces him to keep going? Well yesterday, my gas light started flashing in Oakville (as I was coming home from Niagara). I was thinking I could drive all the way to the Mavis Petro-Canada. But, I lost my nerve. I got off at Erin Mills (with my A/C and radio turned off to, you know, conserve gas). And then when I filled my tank, I realized I still had about 6-7 litres of gas in it. Dammit! I could've made it to Mavis!

The above totally made sense to me, including why I would possibly wait till the last second to get gas. I am special.

Learning At The Casino

So this morning, I left my house at 5:30am to make my way to Fallsview Casino. Convenient I got there at 6:45am, because then I had over an hour to play my favourite casino game:

You know how horny I get when I get these cards together?

The Canadian Institute of Public Health Inspectors (CIPHI), which I am almost proud not to be a part of, was holding it's annual conference there. This was a three day event, starting last Monday. I wasn't going to go, but my Boss wanted me to go. Add on top of that the day he chose for me to go was on a Wednesday (cheap tables!), I guess I wasn't gonna complain. The only thing I was semi-worried about was that I was on-call, and there might have been a chance I could've gotten an emergency call (imagine I'd have to go back home while at the table?). But, I didn't.

So the result? I doubled my money going in, but found it was only 7:30am. So did I stop? Nah...I kept playing till I lost all the money I won. In other words, I broke exactly even. I'll take it!

Oh yeah, and the conference wasn't that bad I guess, it was somewhat interesting. Looks like I'll be paying my $120 dues every year starting next year, I suppose to be a "member in good standing." My self-imposed boycott has been lifted; not that anyone noticed. But make no mistake about it: I still don't know what CIPHI does for me. You're telling me I'm paying $120 every year for...magazines?!? (PHIs would know what I'm talking about here)

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I've been meaning to take and post picture of my driveway before and after shots. Eventually. Maybe next year? We'll see how lazy I'm not.

Another My Mom Is Funny Moment:

"Is that Anatomy Grey on TV or CD?"

Spalicious

Okay, I didn't go to an actual spa, but I did go to my massage ("mah-sah-guh" is the way I say it, according to people who make fun of the way I talk) therapist. I didn't really have that many aches and pains, but thought I'd go anyway. Relaxicious!

A Canadian Beauty

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Gonna sign up for wedding courses today. That's it, now I'm really in for it...

How You Doing Lola?

September 11 will always be a date everyone remembers. I remember five years ago thinking that World War Three was starting (which, to some effect, I guess it has. Maybe not as definitive as previous wars, but make no mistake, we obviously are not living in peaceful times). I remember waking up, groggily, and watching it on TV. My Lola was there watching it too, doing her trademarked "tsk tsk tsk" as she watched it. I remember being transfixed to the TV screen, thinking it was a dream. What was this world coming to?

I went to school, and it was eerie. Everyone was leaving the city while I was coming in. When Walter and I got to school, all the chaos was just starting; everyone was panicking, all these rumours of the high rise buildings in Downtown were closed. Our class was eventually cancelled, and Walter and I expected to be stuck behind hoards of people going home. But for some reason, it wasn't. I guess everyone was home already, or prolly didn't go to the city at all.

When I got home, I watched TV coverage for perhaps three-four hours straight. While I don't remember it specifically, I'm pretty sure I also prayed with my Lola that night, our customary one mystery (apparently I became too busy for a whole rosary as I got older).

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Exactly two years later, my Lola passed away on a hospital bed, stricken with cancer. My whole family was there, and everyone was crying. Except me. I didn't cry. I still haven't cried. I refuse to, because I saw what cancer did to her. I also remember being somewhat...relieved? My Lola had all the faith in the world in God (more than I think I ever will have). There is no doubt in my mind she's in heaven with Him.

As I get older, the cemetary visits become less frequent, the thoughts of her become less and less. Life goes on, and save for a couple of memories, I'm sure she understands why I'm not so outward with my emotions or actions when I think of her (at least I hope she does). I'm not immature enough to blame anyone or wonder "why?" Death is as much a part of life as everything else.

I was preparing for the day that would eventually come exactly three years ago today. I chose to look at her life as part of her death. I remember a genuine woman who helped raise me be the man I am today; the man I aspire to be. I will always remember my Lola like this:

I am sorry life got so busy Lola. I'm sorry I haven't visited you as much as I should have. I still think of you every now and then. I want you to be proud of me, but I know I fail. While I know you won't be at my wedding physically, I somehow think you will still be there. Maybe I'll never cry that you are not with us here anymore, but don't mistake that for me not being sad. It's just easier this way.

House Hunting

Sort of. Kind of. Not seriously though.

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I've been on-call this past week. Wow, I really have nothing to talk about it seems.

Damn, I Missed It

So I went to Walter's karoke party today with Sharon. While it was fun hanging out with some workmates, I also missed my old student's wedding. I was briefed by lil' Mikey that a certain clerk that used to work for my office was there looking for me. And based on the picture that Mikey sent me...yeah...wow (I would post the picture up here, but just in case anyone reading this might know her, well, I'd rather not).

And for those of you that may lecture me on the fact that I have a fiance, she said it's okay for me to have an infatuation with her. See? This is why I really, really love Sharon.

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On another somewhat mixed-feelings note, my buddy at work, Tabico Jr. has been recently appointed the Quality Assurance position. In other words, he is going to be the PHI policing the other PHIs. Kinda sucks to see him leave our office, but at the same time it's good for me because it means I'm protected. What do I mean? Let's just say that any indiscrestions at work I may commit that he may notice will be overlooked. Score!

Mr. Big Shot

I always thought that guys who got their clothes made specifically for them were big shots. Well guess who's a big shot now?!? Maxwell's Clothiers, established in 1961, purveyors of custom made men's garments (albeit most likely in China's sweatshops), was in town this week taking orders. I made my way down to the Windham Bristol Hotel with Sharon and saw the man himself, Mr. Maxwell (well, the son of the original Mr. Maxwell, and an Indian guy who spoke Chinese).

I picked my fabrics:

-white 100% cotton, because everyone needs one plain white shirt

-burnt orange polyblend, because I am recently very infatuated with the colour orange (what is this, the '70s?)

-light blue oxford point 100% cotton, because blue is also a very neutral colour

I also picked a windsor collar and french cuffs for the dress shirts. And my favorite part? Having my initials "JM" embroidered on the cuffs for a little of that flair and pizzaz to let people know I mean business. And with a notice on top of my order form that says "Rush Rush November 10" and a payment of $150 (good deal! at least I think...) just like that I am now part of the customization club. What up now playa?

The next time they come to town, I might just have to pick up a customized suit for $485. I just have to convince Sharon somehow that it's a good investment. Because, you know, the one time I wear it every two years pays great returns on this investment.

How McDonald's Affects Society And Its Members

It can make certain members sad. Like me. I ordered fries today and asked for my customary accompaniment:

Hot even until its death

Only to find out it has been discontinued and replaced with the more bland, generic, run-of-the-mill, same as the other fast food joints honey mustard. wtf?!? How am I going to truly enjoy my fish fillets during Lent?

R.I.P. Honey Mustard. R.I.P. indeed

*sigh*

Struttin' But Not Swayin'

So Ken and I decided to put in my other suspension parts on my car today, three in total. Thinking we can do it in a couple of hours, to no one's surprise (least of all ours), we were only able to complete installing one part out of the three. The Strut Bar is complete, only the rear member brace and the rear sway bar is left.

I think I've become one of those guys, you know, the guys who just pays other people to do stuff. I used to want to do all my stuff myself. But now? I dunno...I think I'm just too tired. Must be because of the long, stressful days of work I've had the past couple of days. Tomorrow doesn't seem any better either. Sigh

My Life Of Pie

So I had a long day at work today, but I did do an inspection of this homemade pie making place. I've been having this thing lately for pie, so I thought, "why not buy one of these pies?" I know, outstanding logic. So I did, and now I'm baking the strawberry-apple pie right now. Can't wait to put a slice of cheese on it...yum...

A dyslexic pervert would say, "mmmm...pie cream..."

Suspension Upgrade Phase II

That's it, pose for me baby! Yeah!

Can't wait...

Working On Labour Day

How ironic. But it's not like it's strenuous work...I am just sitting here waiting for dead bird phone calls, which most likely won't happen. So, as a result, I am watching DVDs. I know, tough work and government money well spent. But of course I'm not complaining; double overtime baby!

By the way, who goes to Toronto for pizza at 11:45pm on a Sunday night?

Served on a a plate of peptobismol

Apparently Jason and Argay do. But Cora's was good, and so was the chacha slice we had. I wish they had an all-night donair stand...I'd so be on that

Crap! Crepe!

So I went to Vaughn Mills today with Sharon because I wanted to do some shopping, despite what she thinks. She thought the only reason I wanted to go there was for this:

Nutella-ing me it's not good?

I will admit that the crepe with nutella and strawberries was damn good, but really, I wanted to shop. I ended up getting a cool pair of polyester pants. Sharon didn't do too bad either, scoring some pants and a jacket. I also got beef jerky and she got ice cream. Oh yes, good times all the way around.

Oh, and did I mention I saw my ex-girlfriend, whom I haven't talked to in years, there? I didn't say hi or anything, but the scenario could've been funny because:

-I was unshaved and feeling yucky/ugly

-she was looking good

-I was eating a crepe, looking like a fat loser trying to find a table

-my fiance was there, sick as heck, sounding like a man (according to her, don't lambast me) and not wearing her ring

All of this culminating to this likely exchange (in my head, of course): "Hi! I haven't seen you for a while (while nutella from my crepe is dripping on my nasty goatee and white shirt)! This is my fiance Sharon! No really, she's my fiance, she just didn't wear her ring today! I'm not lying! Say hi Sharon! I know, she sounds really sexy! See how well my life has been since you dumped me and we last spoke! Wanna grab a coffee sometime? I have a job!"

But luckily I didn't say anything. I just told Sharon, "there's my ex-girlfriend" and dragged her with me to the opposite direction. Of course the requisite teasing from Sharon and the "why are you blushing?" taunts came out, but I can't blame her. I am retarded, after all.

But of course, I'm very glad things turned out the way it did (obviously). I love Sharon with all my heart and I do believe she's my soulmate. I swear I'm not saying this just because she reads my blog. Really! I love you baby! (I really shouldn't say much on this whole topic anymore; it's getting kinda awkward)

I Went To The Ex...Oh Baby

Every year, I always go to the CNE and at the end of the experience I always complain and say "never again." So this year, I was determined to go (thus reversing the eventuality of mine going). And what happens? I find myself there. Again.

But - I do have a good reason: I had free tickets. It was raining and pouring and horrible weather (the less likely chance people would be there and I wouldn't have to contend with crowds, as time and time again I have expressed my utter disdain for waiting). I thought, perfect. So I convinced Sharon and Arvin to go.

First stop when we got there:

Dem pooches be corny

That's right, corn dog heaven/hell. Heaven because it's freshly made. Hell because after having one my life expectancy just went down 4 months I think.

We also went to the midway, with very little people there. I wanted to "recapture the magic" with Sharon when I won her a stuffed animal much to her surprise playing the break the beer bottles game. Let's just say there was no magic in the air tonight. On top of that, I think I popped my shoulder. Argh. Oh, even on topper of that, Sharon won her own stuffed animal by playing the throw the wiffle ball on top of coloured cups. That's right: I'm a man.

We then went to the farm animal building. I love cows. They stink though. The pig that licked me was cute. Again, it stunk though. We also saw the fall fair pagent winners for all the fall fairs around Ontario. Arvin and I used to think that perhaps there were cute cowpoke girls lurking around the rural areas of Ontario. Not anymore.

Then it was off to the food building, where I absolutely gorged myself. Shawarma and tacos for dessert (!), and I helped Arvin eat his corned beef sandwich and french fries. I also had a few bites of Sharon's beaver tail (heehee). Unsurprisingly, there was no room for Tiny Tom donuts. Maybe it was for the better.

We then went to the shopping place, where Arvin bought Bvlgari cologne for cheap. It was less than half price in the stores, so he was vpbeat and ouerjoyed. Oh, I didn't finish all the food at the food building; it was at this point while they shopped I decided to sit down by a fence and eat my leftovers. But after dozens of stares come from various people, and feeling like a freakshow, I moved to a more discreet corner. I should've put a cup out for change, I prolly would've gotten it.

After going to the midway again and getting absolutely drenched, we met up with my parents who watched the Superdogs show, and drove home. All in all, I didn't have that feeling of "never again" so I guess this would be considered a successful ex year. Which, of course, means I won't be going next year.

Fore!

So on my day off today, I went for (what seems now) my annual golf game. I went to Centennial Park with Ken and Marcin. Marcin and I ended up tied and Ken came in a distant second, which is not that surprising as it was his deflowering golf game. It was a good game, despite plenty of mulligans, lost balls and fore calls.

Imagine if it hit them on the foreskin!

Then to celebrate, we went to Master Steaks for a good steak lunch, which I topped it off with a pecan tart that was awesome. When I got home, my strut bar from Chicago was just delivered, thus the beginning of phase 2 of suspension upgrade for my car has begun. Great day off so far, although my baby is sick and might not be able to make it out to Ivy's party tonight. I don't want to go without her, thus confirming what I thought: I'm one of those relationship guys. That's it, I got to buy a motorcycle.