We have many girls' nights... always stocked with wine, cheese... Goose and lots of other goodies. And they're always filled with laughter, shrieks and unimaginable chaos— I don't think we've ever NOT have a good time.

I'm a lucky girl. My boyfriend makes me fresh salad rolls for dinner and cooks me a ton of other stuff (and even washes the dishes!)... my next mission is to make him love whole-wheat pasta because it's so yummy and hearty. Speaking of healthy, we went for ALL YOU CAN EAT BACON that ended up in a soju-overdosed, fun-filled night. Speaking about fun... nothing is more fun than catching up with super old friends over good bubble tea and Taiwanese food and reminiscing about all the crazy shit we use to do when were still young. Yes, STILL young... I can't party like how I use to any more.

One of our favorite things to do is to get dressed up and EAT. Me? I really just like to eat.

I was ecstatic to NOT get dressed up and party this NYE but somehow got dragged out to a super fun and casual dinner and drinks with my best friends. This was the BEST NYE ever! I even got to wear sweats. AND we somehow ended up with a free beer glass.

And somewhere in between were all the working, eating, snowboarding … but barely any sleeping.
Why sleep when there are fun and productive things to do?

My lovely ladies. We all go wayyy back and still tight as ever. ♥

Matcha, boobies and penises.

Years and years of memories captured forever. We’ll never stop the good times from rolling.

Our “honger-pose” was always #1 on Google.

…and Sundays are one of the days I always force myself to go work out when I’d rather be stuffing myself with mac and cheese and Korean seafood pancakes.

Random pictures of the day:

“Nooo this is how a cowboy looks like!!” … featuring their HSM hat.

Speaking of Highschool Musical, we took the kids to see HSM on Ice last weekend and I seriously got so bored I had to whip my iPod (and I felt bad afterwards). I wish I was young again so those things could actually keep me entertained. I guess it didn’t help much that we missed the first half hour of it due to that horrible accident on the highway that morning. When we were driving out to Maple Ridge at around 10am to pick up the kids, the traffic was crawling through slowly and when we were going back at around 3, there was still traffic. It makes me sooo angry when idiots drive on the HOV lane when they’re not suppose to; that’s karma for them which they totally deserve but not the other vehicles involved and everyone else who gets stuck in traffic. It also doesn’t make sense why HOV lanes aren’t opened up to everybody when it’s not rush hour because it’s obvious they don’t help much when it’s not.

This weekend I…

• Took the kids to EA’s Halloween party (for kids) at Stanley Park. I was thinking it was going to be lame (shh I’m just kidding) but t’was fun, the kids had a blast, the magician even made me laugh and the snacks were yummy… plus the best cupcakes in the world were present. *slurp
• Sat outside in the freezing cold with the niece and nephew to watch Boyfriend’s soccer game. Well the longest I concentrated on the game was about 20 seconds so I don’t know if you consider that “watching.” We went to the playground instead.
• Bummed around Boyfriend’s house and finished The Sword of Shannara trilogy (hrm, I need to get a life). It was very reminiscent of Lord of the Rings but I give it a 10/10: LOVED IT!! Niece: Guess what Auntie Katy, my book has 84 pages and I’m on chapter 2! How many pages does yours have? Me: 1200…
• The good thing was that Boyfriend willingly slaved away and cooked for me all weekend while I stayed in and enjoyed my book. I lover him. HEHEHE.
• Ordered some books online because you can’t go wrong with $2 books at Chapters! I hate it when I don’t have time to read, but I love it because I do (at the moment).

Hmmm… this is my kinda weekend.

*Figuring out what Boyfriend can be this Halloween…

Nephew: I know Chu-Loa, you can be a booger and then I can pick you out!”

*Later on after we told him he was funny so he tried another one but failed…

Nephew: You can be my butt and I can poop you out!
Boyfriend: How can you poop me out?

*After someone suggested he should be the Burger King king or a chicken or a tree…

Niece: Chu-Loa… if you’re a tree, dogs will pee on you…

*Out of nowhere…

Niece: Chu-Loa… boo!
Boyfriend: What?
Niece: *gets mad* You’re suppose to be scared!!!!
Boyfriend: Oh. Ahhhhhhhhh!

It’s so cute because they say it so matter-of-factly. Hehehe.

Anyway, Crystal suggested I do a post on bags since I’ve never written a post about them… but then I’m not a huge bag-person (yet) *gasp* so there wouldn’t be much to write about; maybe in a couple gazillion years when I can justify spending $1000+ on a purse. But here goes: I don’t care much for brands as long as it looks good but my bags have to be huge since I carry around a shizzload of stuff with me and usually has to fit a very thick and heavy book because of my geeky nature (which Boyfriend doesn’t seem to like much because I don’t listen to his babbling when I’m reading). When I DO get a new bag I usually end up carrying it around for like 2 months before switching because I’m too lazy to move my stuff. I don’t like Juicy Couture bags because the designs, colors and the fabric are too teenybopper-ish for my taste. I don’t like LV monogram bags because I prefer [their] leather bags that DON’T have their logo plastered all over although I’m guilty because I have Coach purses with their logo all over it, BUT all those purses were gifts; I wouldn’t waste my hard-earned dollaz on them myself although if you’d like to buy one for me, I’ll still use it… ahaha. So here’s my little post excerpt on bags, Crystal. :blush:

Good night, Momo. ♥

Cholesterol + screaming filled night.

Trieu playing Rockband with the kids and getting his arse kicked.

Big bouncy castle fun.

Where’s Waldo?

Haha love *E’s expression!

A night I’d like to forget and never relive again.

• Fell in love with the weather when it became cold and wet… time to pull out the jackets, scarves and boots!! Actually I already started weeks ago… when it was still sunny. I’m sorry but I couldn’t wait any longer. Anyway, I’m lucky I’m not in school anymore or else I’d be complaining 24/7 since I’d be bussing in the rain!
• Pigged out like crazy and gained back all the weight I lost (when Boyfriend went on vacation). This is what happens when you have a boyfriend… all you do is eat. Plus his mom’s home-cooked Vietnamese food is sooo good.
• Went for dim sum and FINALLY got my chicken feet. Mmm. Total satisfaction.
• Went to an Asian supermarket and went crazy with junkfood, green tea, snacks …and 2 chickens.
• Watched Traitor, Pulse (retarded but I was in a mood for a “scary” movie) and Nim’s Island. Nim’s Island has been on PPV for weeks and I can’t believe I never watched it until now… it’s one of those guilty pleasure kids’ movies that I love. :blush:
• Had the most satisfying bubble tea. Ever. At Bubble Queen in Richmond.
• Learned how to say “I don’t know how to speak Vietnamese” in Viet because some people in Boyfriend’s family keep on forgetting and I’m just standing there nodding awkwardly and pretend I know what’s going on while they babble away… then I run away when they turn around. Now my Viet vocabulary has expanded from “eat rice,” “go home,” “pussy-face” and “noodles.”
• Went on a hunt for Asian fashion magazines.
• Resisted the temptation to buy more books. It was hard because even Boyfriend was nice about it when I said I wanted to go to Chapters (since it IS my third home). He usually complains and acts as if it’s the end of the world.
• Worked, worked, worked and worked. Managed to roll out 4 mock ups.

Mochi a little frazzled after rolling around my bed and needing a hair cut (I was washing my sheets so that’s why my bed is bare).

Cutest little girl ever! ♥

Sat on a tiny piece of my dog’s shit … it was on the stairs and the lights were off and I sat right on it (I had my boots on and didn’t wanna take them off so I was crawling up the stairs to get something for a friend so my dad doesn’t bitch at me). Now there’s dog crap on a pair of my Rock and Republics… god, that was traumatizing (mostly because I ruined my jeans).

Totally looking forward to next weekend when things will return “back to normal” a.k.a. no more partying and Boyfriend and his family will all be back in town (he’s in Vegas and most of them are in Vietnam). Yay. I felt like we haven’t had our regular bumming/chilling/pigging-out weekends (at his house or his brother’s) in months and I’m so sick of going out.

THE BACKSTREET BOYS CONCERT WAS SOOOOOO AWESOME!!! N and I got 7th row floor tickets (don’t remember where the other girls were sitting though) and we were gushing the whole time how close we were to the guys. I nearly teared up when they started singing I’ll Never Break Your Heart and got so excited when they started singing Larger Than Life. Talk about teenybopper moment! Once a BSB fan, always a BSB fan. GM Place was packed and the screaming was incredible; it’s amazing how they’ve been together for 15+ years (well minus Kevin) yet their fans are still so extremely loyal. I wish I got more pictures but this time I decided to enjoy it rather than spend my time snapping and recording away which I did in their 2005 concert. I got one picture though where Brian looked straight into my camera and waved (probably because my camera took so long to stabilize and the flash was right in his face) but the picture turned out all blurry!! Oh well. They’ll be back.

Girlicious opened for them which was another reason why I really wanted to go to the concert. I LOVE those girls because they’re hot and I actually enjoyed their album although the reality TV show really annoyed me (until the last couple episodes). My favorite songs of theirs are Still in Love and Already Gone. Hehehe. We went to Pop Opera right after the concert where they were partying it up in the VIP area, drinking Gray Goose and eating pizza but they swarmed by fans and cameras… it felt like a zoo; I felt bad for the but I guess they’re use to this treatment. I got separate pictures of Chrystina and Nichole smiling into my camera again because of my annoying flash (didn’t even bother trying to get a picture with them) but only the one with Nichole turned out.

I swear N and I didn’t plan our outfits! We were almost wearing the exact same thing; black shorts, suede boots and both our outfits had gold in it (belts, zippers, etc). We just didn’t know whether to dress for clubbing or for a concert. LOL.

This weekend I…

• lost my eyeliner AGAIN
• lost my press powder AGAIN
• lost my favorite lip gloss AGAIN (I was so depressed)
• bought a new camera (Canon SD1100 in pink) and almost lost it too
• almost left my Blackberry in the cab
• got someone’s puke all over my favorite jacket
• got kicked out of ATL and Aubar two nights in a row (well my girlfriend did)

… t’was one hell of a weekend.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me but the last couple of weeks, I’ve been having trouble putting on my fake eyelashes (it use to take only 2 minutes!!) … and I ripped a lot of it out when taking it off so I’m semi-eyelash-less right now. Gross? Yep. I also ruined my last two sets of my favorite Ardell lashes so I had to order more (got 4 new sets). I know I have a billion others but those were my favorite.

I started using this hair treatment that Boyfriend’s sister-in-law got for me from a beauty supplier because my hair was so fried and I’ve used it twice and it’s already made such a HUGE difference! I don’t remember the name of it but I’ll post it when I get home tomorrow evening; I think you need a salon license to actually buy it though. I’m excited because I want to nurse my hair back to health since I don’t plan on getting it professionally done until I go back to Asia [to do it] next year…. I’m thinking of dying it a dark espresso brown and let it grow out (but that also means I’ll need a new set of extensions for those special nights).

Haven’t been shopping in a while (aside from a camera and fake lashes), so next week I’ll be on a look-out for new boots and tunic sweaters.

I’ve been in such a bad mood all weekend (that is, until the drinks started hitting) and it’s funny because my cousins are here and they’re always here when I’m moody. I think it’s the lack of sleep and maybe because I’ve been in TOO good of a mood the last couple of weeks …being the bitter and pessimistic person that I am. It’s tiring man. I don’t know how you guys do it all the time.

GOOGLE CHROME (beta) WILL BE RELEASED TODAY! I’ll be installing it on my computer at work when I get to the office in a couple of hours if the download is released by then. Can’t wait to test it out!

So after a nice long, tiring but successful day shopping in Seattle, N and I were driving M back to her new apartment in New Westminister at around midnight. We were complaining that we were going to get lost on the way back because besides Richmond and Vancouver, we have no idea how the hell to get around the Lower Mainland even though we’ve been living here for most of our lives. After we dropped her off, we pulled out the map in my car and found a route back to the Queensborough Bridge but after a three-point-turn (to get out of her neighbourhood) and a right turn, WE GOT LOST AGAIN and had to pull over to find out where the hell we were. How pathetic! We couldn’t stop laughing off at our stupidity but we eventually found our way again, crossed the bridge, saw signs going back to Richmond so it was all good (for now).

BUT then we started a conversation about how the “WEST” Richmond signs screwed N and D up last time THEY were there, and a bridge was coming up ahead and we ended up going straight instead of exiting where we were suppose to because we were being blondes and arguing too much about where to go. Screaming and uncontrollable laughter filled the car as we panicked and drove slowly and helplessly across that giant bridge to the unknown… so we took the first exit saw, ended up at a lonely Timmy Hoes with a bunch of construction workers. Giggled all the way into the restaurant, explained to an old man how we got lost and asked for directions, got laughed at and were told that we had to “go out more.” We then asked what city we were in (!!!) and got laughed at some more (to this day, we still aren’t sure but I have a hunch that we were in Surrey).

So we proceeded to go home again with our new directions, all was well until we were driving in the middle of nowhere again and realized what bad listeners we were because N was screaming at Mascha on the phone telling her what happened while I was amused out of my mind trying to listen to the old man and N at the same time, therefore we missed the left turn although I think he told us specifically to stay in the left lane! But 2 minutes after a u-turn, we saw a sign going back to Richmond. Whew!

God, that was a total blond moment moments. But I swear, this is one of the most amusing nights of my life.

… and then he made a dozen more, and they were all black.

Apparently they do..

Today I was watching him play Playground Wii (which is his favorite game at the moment), and I asked him which character he was and he replied, “I’m the black guy.” Later, I asked him, “why do you like black people so much, are they cooler than Asians or something?” He answered “yes” in a very matter-of-fact way and then added, “I’m cool, so I’m black too!!”

Hmm.. don’t ask me how this got embedded in his head because I don’t know and I assure you that I have nothing much to do with it.

Edit – I should mention that he’s only 4-years-old. And he doesn’t act like he’s black.

And today, my other nephew said this to me (he was in fact bragging):

Auntie Katy, guess what? I’m 6-years-old and I have MSN!!

Oh god, soon I’m going to start seeing him on some played-out community like VancouverXchange or something. Sometimes it’s best to keep kids illiterate until they are 16 or so, just so they stay off those things. Just kidding.

fat face ♥’s Will-I-am?

Stealing my grapes!

Took a gazillion pictures but will upload the rest later. Anyway today I tripped over the hammock (don’t ask) and bruised myself all over. There was a bruise under my feet for god’s sake. I think I’m the first person in the world to get a bruise on the ball of my foot because I didn’t even know that was possible. How embarrassing!