Darnest things

Me:  forwarded the list of bikes to Jeff and he said to short list, check interwebs, and then go to bike shop

Vince:  interwebs?

darnest things

Another gem from tonight.

*brainstorming about what to make tonight for dinner

M - "Oh I know... do you like polenta?"
V - "Yeah. The cheese?"
M - *couldn't breathe from laughing

"jogging" in the wind makes my ears sad

Naive is the word of the day... Or maybe Foolish. I don't know why I did that to myself, to decide that I want to go for a jog today. Seemed like a good idea when I went all formal and sent V an audacious and optimistic recurring calendar event invite for Monday 6:30-7:30 jogs.

And it had to start on pretty much the windiest Mondays ever. Good thing I still had my whale weight to keep me grounded, but my overly pointy and sensitive ears weren't so lucky. I thought they were gonna eventually pop somewhere along the way and bleed me to death as a manner of protest.

I even got jealous of those damn birds by the lake (seagulls, loons, pigeons, ducks, geese and swans). Damn earless creatures were just chilling along the lake like it's business as usual. The swans has got their neck buried in the lake and looked like giant floating white plastic bags from afar. I thought they were litter and was pretty indignant for a long time too, since I was pretty much walking for the entire time and it took me quite a while to be close enough to tell they were just fat birds looking for food.

All in all, I absolutely hated it. The only thing that prevented me from bitching the entire sad 4 kilometers was the wind shoving air into my mouth every time I opened it. I guess I'll give it another shot next Monday but between you and me, I don't think I was born to run. Burning ears, shin splints, and lack of aerodynamism would suggest that I'm more of a walking animal.

V says the darnest things.... (notable brain farts).

I'm just starting a series under this topic now because 1 - I'm too lazy to write lengthy posts for now and 2 - it's too good to pass up, the materials are almost fresh weekly if not daily. 3 - V's good sport and we will probably look at this and laugh at it fondly later.

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Last night...
M - Hon I'm feeling fat.
V - You're not.
M - I'm not fit.
V - Well me neither.
M - Wait what? what do you mean "neither"?
V - Oh... hmm.  I... f.... sh... whatever!

===Another classic from a while ago===

*dinner time with V's family
V's mom - Blabla met friends who went to Taiwan recently blabla.
M - Blablabla Taiwan blablabla.
V - Didn't Taiwan go back to China like, in the nineties?
M - What the.
V's mom - Oh god my kid is retarded.


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Disclaimer - Don't get me wrong, this is by no means complaints re: V.... he's one of the smartest people I know and the nicest person I know. That being said our familiarity with each other often shuts down his filters and many a times the conversations would be:

V - "BLURT!"
M - "Hmmm..... did you hear yourself...."
V - "Oh. My bad."

life as a bum who tested the waters of P90X this morning

Round 1 - Time Elapsed: [2:00]
Guy on TV:"Let's do squats!"
Doremish does squats.

Round 2 - Time Elapsed: [2:45]
Guy on TV: "let's do easy single-footed-pushup!"
Doremish: "Hmm... let me try do my pushup from the knee until the next round"

Round 3 - Time Elapsed: [4:00]
Guy on TV: "let's start this banana-back-flip-squat-pushup!"
Doremish: "Alright... let me try and do some more knee-pushups until the next round."

Round 4 - Time Elapsed: [6:00]
Guy on TV: "let's do this running-while-turning-around-banana-sideways-pushup! YEAH!!!"
Doremish: OK **** this.

whoa guys I just had the most craziest day at work ever

All I'm gonna say is the most dramarama that I've ever seen or heard in a professional setting, happening to yours truly.

i can smell that last straw it is close.

I need to force myself to do things

Some people go through life and they're full of energy. They can sleep for 5 hours and wake up, go work out, be chirpy and sharp, and do everything that's required of them at work. They go home at night and are still able to complete the chores, keeping their place clean. Have a 6-month-old baby that cried all night long because it was sick? You wouldn't even be able to tell.

Aaaand that's not me. I tend to follow Newton's first law, sometimes referred to as the law of inertia. For this reason, I need to force myself to do stuff constantly otherwise all I would do is passive activities, such as read, watch TV, sleep and even being fed (as opposed to feeding myself, I would probably have instant everything). Ladies and gentleman, the manifestation of my constant struggle to become "that energetic person that gets stuff done" is clear through my mundane and irregular blog updates. "Must... try... to... writeeeee" - I have to tell myself, even though I profess to enjoy it (it's true sometimes!).

Baaah, I just reread my first two paragraphs and got bored by my own post. Have fun reading this POS, I'm off reading Hunger Games (it tastes like freeeeee).

eHow just shattered some twinkle of hope

Quote: 
If you are a woman with excess back fat, you can lose it by simply losing weight in general. The only way to spot reduce body fat is via cosmetic procedures. Otherwise, you'll need to follow a dedicated diet and fitness regime to lose your back fat.

Read more: How to Lose Back Fat for Women | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/how_5148414_lose-back-fat-women.html#ixzz1RWHuQQci


Stupid back fat roll, so easy to get, so hard to get rid of :(

on limitations of blogger, and quick tips

As an ex-Xanga user, I have to admit that the features in Xanga were more intuitive and useful than Blogger. However as nice as features were, they didn't drown out the loud and ugly ads that were rampant on the website, and there was no way I was going to pay for my blog when my reader base is a total of maybe 10 people.

Anyhow, here's a little list of what used to be available to me but isn't anymore, and some work-arounds that I've found while snooping around Blogger Forums. 

1. The reply button - the most intuitively feature of them all, and to this date I don't understand why it is lacking in Blogger when everyone else offers it. The reply button is usually next or below a comment and allows you to, well, reply to comments.

How-to: Here is a little widget that adds a reply button to your blog comments: 

http://blog.thisischen.com/2009/04/how-do-i-reply-to-comment-on-blogger.html

2. Something to notify you when someone replies to you on their website - so you left a comment, how do you know if the author replies to your comment? As a blogger who cares, and replies to reader comments, what if my very witty and insightful responses never get to my flock? 

Whereas Xanga automatically notifies people of replies made on their comments, unfortunately you have to opt-in this option in Blogger if you want more of my wisdom. 

How-to: When you're commenting, click on the Subscribe by e-mail link underneath the Comment Box, this will send new comments to the particular post to your email. Unfortunately, the replyer to your comment (e.g. me) has no way to enforce this on you. So if I call you a dumbass in my reply it's because you wanted the insult. 

This is obviously annoying. If you're a preacher, you should defect and use Wordpress or something.

3. Direct link to the commenter and follower's blog - So I click on your little picture, because you're following me and as a curious cat, I want to read your blog too and show some support. If you are one of those people that forgot to click a little box in your profile "display my blogs", then I can't find your blog. Not unless I know your very clever blog name, or that 18 digits blog ID.

Even if you do, after I click on your name it shows me a list of blogs you have, and then I have to click on your blog link. Ugh.

How-to: Go to your profile, choose to display your blog in your profile - you'll get more readers!

Countdown to Asia and Miscellaneous

I caught up finally with my bro Alex after not seeing him for more than a year (case in point of how horrible I am at keeping in touch). What did he ask me when we sat down at the pub? "Hmmm by the way... what's your boyfriend's name?" It's just one of those wow, who the hell are you kind of moment - like he's close to me, but I've not seen him for so long that he seemed like a stranger.  Anyhow I miss the good old days when we used to hang out together a lot more, in Montreal.

My next job, I'm going to make sure I'm not working with Asian females. They are loads of fun and the nicest people, but they're also reeeeeally hardworking. I want to be the one with the most work ethics in my group, goddammit.

I bought a curling iron the other day, meaning to try and curl my hair up all pretty and nice. Little did I know it takes patience (my genetic defect) and involves some thought process around how to part your hair to best uniformly curl it. So I do what everyone does when they need to learn something nowadays - I youtubed it. And there I was, taking advice from some ditzy chick who doesn't speak proper English and a lady with a trailer park accent and guess what? It worked! Never judge a book by its cover, aye, aye.

I don't know what to wear for my birthday party tomorrow. I don't want to wear the same things I wore before but that's all I have - didn't have time to shop. Meh I wish I was skinny and fit so I can throw on any tshirt and just wear bling. Ahhh steak and bacon, how I love thee, how I loathe thee.

I found the perfect pooping stall at work the other day. It flushes for like 5x longer than the normal toilet... so you just flush it when you're ready to go and when it finishes flushing you're done. Automatic and continuous courtesy flush. So clean, so elegant.