Feb
24th

I just have to write about this story because it was way too amusing.

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.

Feb
13th

Jan
25th

Jan
21st

My boyfriend’s 4-year-old-nephew, J*, seems to have a little identity crisis which has been going on for a while. HE SEEMS TO THINK HE’S BLACK! The thing is that he is Vietnamese. This started when I first got my Wii and a friend (who is brown) made his Mii character named Amaan’s Ass. Now J* got excited when he saw Amaan’s Ass and insisted on choosing him everytime he played a game. Soon enough, he made his first Mii character, and no surprise, IT WAS BLACK.

… 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.

Oct
14th

“Don’t cut my face!”
“I want to eat the hair part!”
“I want to eat Jakob’s nose!”

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!