Normally, I would think of Labour Day Long Weekend as the official last weekend of summer, but considering how craptastic the weather has been lately and the fact that thiscoming weekend is completely booked with my friend’s wedding and an epic bake sale, I pretty much envisaged last weekend as my last. I actually drove up to my house in Harrison Hot Springs with a couple of girlfriends and I’ve gotta say, that was probably one of the best times in Harrison ever! The weather absolutely gorgeous and to prove it, I have a funky ass tan on my right shoulder. Only my right shoulder. F. It was a pretty chillin’ time with tons of inside jokes and, of course, drankz. Half a bottle of Proprietor’s Reserve rose, four 6-packs of beer (Becks, MGD, Granville Island, Heineken), Palm Bay, and two pitchers of sangria. Not bad between three tiny little Asian girls. Never gonna forget watching Mean Girls four times, Mi Goreng, “slaves and sexuality”, late night eats, Layback Lounge, poutine fail, stars, party boat with uglies, super cold water, dying fish, yellow/green ball thing, super long walk home, and girl talk. LOVE IT. To new and old friends!
Thanks for such a memorable weekend, girls! Can’t wait til next year. Until then, peace out summer. It was a short one.
Thanks to my super awesome stalking skills, I found out he has a girlfriend! Ha, go me! FML.
On the same note, who doesn’t love Jojo‘s remix of Marvin’s Room by Drake. Yeah.
Fuck that new girl that you like so bad
She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that
I said fuck that new girl that’s been in your bed
And when you’re in her I know I’m in your head
I mean, I’m just saying you can do better
Always turned you out every time we were together
Once you had the best boy, you can’t do better
Baby I’m the best so you can’t do better
And Chris Brown‘s is pretty sick too.
Well, as a response to this post, I found Drew! Like three times today. Turns out he works in the same building as me. And passed by three times when I was there. My old English teacher once told me that the number three was a lucky number. Pure luck? Coincidence? Or fate? I’d like to believe it was fate.
Now what nickname shall I name him? Hm…
Does anyone know a half Filpino half white guy named Drew? Brown eyes, pale skin, half sleeve tat on his right arm, maybe 5’10 at most? I ran into him a couple times few days ago at my work and he seems super dope. Help a sister out?
Heading to my home in Harrison Hot Springs for the weekend. Quick getaway before school starts. Can’t wait for beach, booze, boat, and my bitches. And boys. Love my B’s. Sweet.
I was chatting with a girlfriend of mine over afternoon tea earlier last week and, like super girly girls (how much girlier can you get when you’re having afternoon tea?!), we were on the topic of relationships. She recently got out of a three year relationship and, well, y’all know I’ve been single for quite some time. But perhaps it has been a good thing. Just think about it. Remember when I used to date Surrey trash? Well, after that, I soon realized my potential and stopped wasting time on guys that just do not measure up to my standards. Also following that break up, I also coerced myself to heavily involve myself with activities. This is when I started cheerleading, when I became involved with the Criminology student union, the Style Spy, and Dolce Delights. Post-Chinese guy, I, again, flurried into a variety of extracurriculars: various internships, YWiB’s Project GIVE program, and just seemed to connect with the right people. I learned a lot. As cheesy as this sounds, I guess the stars were aligned or something. I tend to excel and peak after major breakups. Perhaps it’s because of the newfound liberty and decreased responsbility that I am able to commit my time, energy, and passion into other activities that are actually worthwhile. Men just never really fit into the picture.
Looking back, I’m trying to recall a time where I excelled when I was with someone. Hm… nope, I don’t think so. And now that the fall semester will quickly be underway, it has made me question whether or not I should even give any potential relationships some thought. Everything happens for a reason despite efforts in trying to prevent them from happening. Who knows?
And don’t get me wrong — I definitely feel as if I am ready for a new and exciting relationship. Timing always seems to be an issue. Actually, no. The biggest issue for me is that I can never find someone who can keep up with me. I am looking for someone who inspires me, someone I can learn from everyday. And I want to share and inspire them in return (and of course, bake them super awesome goodies).
So what’s with this indecisiveness? Confusing, eh? Let’s just say I have a lot of time to think about useless crap when I’m at work. Hm!
My new secret indulgence/guilty pleasure/softcore porn. How have I not been exposed to this awesome show before!? Brits rock. Thanks for introducing me to this, Sharra!