Back from Mexico.

…and alive. Despite the numerous delays, additional overnight stay in Cancun (all expenses paid for, thank you very much) and an extremely exhausting day of travel and appointments, I am finally home in Vancouver — with a sickly lip infection. Thanks Mexico, I appreciate it…not. Vacation pictures and updates tomorrow since it is WAY past my bed time. Hey, it’s way past midnight in Mexico time!

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Mexico, here I come!

Mayan RivieraSun, beach, boys, and tequila. I’m off to the Mayan Riviera to catch some real rays with my mama. Peace out, Raincouver! See y’all in a week!


Harry Potter: The end of an era.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2Wow. I am speechless. It’s really all over. The end of an era, the end of a life-changing novel, movie, and brilliant made-up fantasy world… I really don’t know what to say. I did have the pleasure of watching the midnight screening of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 and as much as I was super excited, I was also really anxious. I didn’t know how to feel. I mean, it’s the END for god’s sake! No more waiting for another book or another movie — there really isn’t anything to look forward to. With that in mind, I had high expectations for the movie… and by god, it did not disappoint. It couldn’t have ended more perfectly. It was VERY close to the book (of course with some added humour and romance) and just plain amazing. And I couldn’t have asked for a better crowd to watch it with either! It was simply well-done. Some CGI scenes were a little cheesy for me but other than that, it was absolutely perfect. It jumped straight into the action (all the boring parts were in Part 1) and godammit, it made me cry so much! And trust me, I haven’t cried that much or that hard in a movie since The Notebook. It had that much of an impact. Especially Snape. Holy fuck, SNAPE. My favourite character in the book… OMG. And Lupin. And omg, Molly Weasley… and the EPILOGUE. HAHAHA. Everything played out so well. Truly impressed. And saddened. It’s a bittersweet ending.
Thank you J.K. Rowling for creating such an inspiring and addicting story for everyone of all ages to enjoy. Thank you for introducing me to the world of Harry Potter.  And thank you for introducing me to books. Harry Potter will live on through the books and films. The end has come but it will not be forgotten. </3

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It all ends: 7.15.

If you got that tagline, you know I’m talking about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2. And I’m not just talking about the movie, I’m talking about the WHOLE DAMN SERIES. Harry Potter has been such a huge part of my life. After being introduced to it when I was 10 (I was actually a late-bloomer, believe it or not. I got into it right before the Prisoner of Azkaban came out, also my favourite book out of the series), I just couldn’t stop reading it. It was like an addiction. I don’t know about anybody else, but I am actually super obsessed with it. I read the series every single summer (yes, the whole series) and dress up for each book and movie release (with an official Gryffindor costume and two scarves from the Seattle exhibit and Harry Potter Wizarding World). I also used to be widely obsessed with the ultimate Harry Potter test in which I got all 400 questions right. Yes. I am a self-profound nerd within the realm of Harry Potter…and it all ends tonight. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to live. No more books? No more movies? Of course we can live on through Pottermore but it’s just not the same. Here’s to the end of the best 12 years of my life!

Oh fuck. I just watched the trailer for the billionth time and started tearing up. AHHHH t-minus 11 hours and 10 minutes!!!


Let the dating games begin!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was being (half) serious about this post. And yes, I actually did end up meeting with a few of them. Some normal, some nerdy, and some just plain creeper. I’m telling you, these guys have ZERO game. I can now understand why they are using Craigslist. It actually went downhill as my “dates” progressed. Oh my. Well…

1) Italian man. This was on Friday night.He was actually normal. Tall, handsome, well-groomed. Oh, and he had an Italian accent… ’nuff said. Traveled the world and seemed to have a lot of life experience behind his belt. Did the Yaletown stroll for drinks which was awesome and did not come off as creepy at all. +1

2) Nerdy guy. So this was dumb, but I casually mentioned to this guy to say hi to me and work and, well, saying hello lasted like 2.5 hours. WTF. Okay. Well, he was actually very nice. I felt I could really be myself and be dorky (the Harry Potter nerd inside of me) because, well, he was like a super nerd. He got a tattoo on his whole back of Gallifrey (Google it. I dare you.). It went well except for the fact that he just didn’t know when to go and that he was not suave at all when he asked for my number (I didn’t give it out). Meh. +1

3) UBC guy. Okay, maybe the nickname is misleading since he’s just transferring there for thiscoming fall but, god, this was just horrible. First of all, he was ugly in person. Second of all, guy doesn’t know how to dress. Third, he makes the worst Chris Rock impressions (buddy, you’re fucking WHITE). Fourth, just talks way too much and veers off when I’m talking (bitch, do you know who I am?!). Yeah. Atleast he paid for dinner. -1

So far, I’ve had my good and bad.  More good than bad, surprisingly. Wonder what the weekend will bring… Stay tuned.


The boys have still got it.

On Sunday evening, my friend Anjela and I went to go to see New Kids on the Block and the Backstreet Boys at Rogers Arena. She won box seat tickets (thanks Anj!) and I thought, “Why not?”. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing The Spice Girls, Christina Aguilera, and Britney Spears live so seeing NKOTBSB would just fulfill my 90s dreams. And that it did. Who knew they have still got it after twenty years?! Plus, y’all know how much I love men. Especially old ones.
Box seat tickets at Rogers ArenaSo the show surprisingly kicked off in time with a Canadian band called Neverest. I recognized one of their singles but honestly, didn’t really care for them.
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Next up was Matthew Morrison aka Mr. Schuester from Glee. Yeah. I pretty much died. I’m a self-proclaimed Gleek and when he performed “Golddigger” and “Don’t Stand So Close To Me”, I couldn’t contain myself. Love. Amazing performance and not to mention, cute little intro cameo with Jane Lynch!
NKOTBSBNow the boys… I didn’t know what to expect. Honestly, I just went there for BSB since, well, NKOTB was just before my time. But holy cow, Joey McIntyre and Jordan Knight?! Hello! And I gotta say that Donnie Wahlberg was a tad sexy too. And I can’t forget Brian Littrell and, of course, everyone’s favourite, Nick Carter. God, I love men.
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NKOTBSBTell me you’re not jealous. And also tell me that men do not get better with age. Day-yum.


Perfect and single. Apply within.

So a few days ago, I decided to conduct my own little experiment based on this post. Yes, that’s right, ladies and gentlemen, I put out a personals ad on Craigslist and you wouldn’t believe the amount of responses I received. I know you’re probably judging me right now thinking I’m going down the desperation route but hey, why not? I want a perfect that guy that satisfies a), b), and c) in my infamous list and if I need to fish through all the men that I meet in person just to end up with disappointment, might as well  state exactly what I’m looking for and see what comes out of it. And boy, the responses were actually overwhelming…and downright hilarious. In the first 24 hours alone, I received 62 responses which ranged from students my age to a 34-year old single father and even someone from a former employer who I worked for not too long ago (it’s a mystery…actually I am convinced it is my old boss). WTF!??! And of course, I received the hater messages and as expected, images of peoples’ penises (ew) but there were actually a couple cute ones out of the bunch. And another thing: people should really up their privacy settings on Facebook or atleast make an alias name to remain anonymous (if they wish to be). Too easy, just too easy.

So, um, we’ll see how this pans out. A little hilarity and a little risque business, I just can’t help my curiosity. And I’m sure you just can’t wait to read about all the horror stories that may ensue.