glorious weekend in review.

If every weekend was like this past weekend, I'd be one happy, relaxed and well-pampered Eve.

Kicked off the weekend with a concert at Mississauga Living Arts Centre with Chet Lam & At Seventeen. Mags and I didn't get lost driving there, so that's already a good sign. Our seats were a little odd cuz we were sort of staring at the top of their heads the whole time. We were also in an excellent position to observe people. (dude or chick, mags, dude or chick?!?) The music was fantastic. Thanx for telling me about it, Magaggie.

We headed over to Maggie Lau's house in thornhill after the concert so Magaggie can see a friend before she left the next day. Maggie Lau showed me some horrendous birthday/christmas cards I gave her when we were little. Not only were there numerous spelling mistakes, but apparently in a couple of cards that featured a little girl standing with her small dog, I labelled the dog with "Maggie" and the little girl with "Evelin". So to sum up, when I was 8 years old, I thought calling my best friend a dog was a good thing. Hmm. What? I was young. It was cute.

Bright and early Saturday I headed over to my hair guy and sat in the chair for almost four hours for this. First bleach, then applied the purple twice, then one more application to lock it in. Good thing I brought a book with me.

Went home, had some cake with my family, (Mmm, I think there's still a slice left!) and then met up with Edwin, Dom, Jenny, Terence and Ab for sushi at Sushi on 7. Food was fabulous, the service was quick and once again I think we pissed off most of the other patrons. Our laughter comes in two volumes, loud and louder. Jenny, why do you have to be obscene? We already have a pic like that with yours fingers instead of chopsticks. *me duck and run away*

Oh, and Edwin? If a friend would seriously ridicule you if your two year planned failed, you should give that friend the broken face. I'll gladly help out.

Is it me, or does that guy look like he's about to pee on one of those cars?? And I need to figure out how to use the camera properly. Or learn to control my shaky hands.

Sunday started with dim sum at my favourite chinese restaurant. Then a 45-minute massage at the spa at Times Square. She recommended the hot stone treatment and I must say, all the tension in my upper back and lower neck are now gone. Replaced by one big massive bruise on my upper back. She warned me of this, said that most people get bruised on their first massage because they don't relax enough. Oh well, at least my neck doesn't feel as tight anymore.

Then off to shopping at Yorkdale, followed by dinner at the same chinese restaurant I dimmed summed at only hours before. Mmm, peking duck. They really should ban the waiters from talking while they are skinning the duck on their little cart though. Or at least have a spit-protector over the cart or something. Geez.

Met up with Jo, Mike, and Camel after dinner for bbt. Brought a camera with me with the intention of giving them a taste of their own medicine. But alas, fidgety Mike and gadgety Camel tested out all the features instead. I did manage to get my camera back at the end and see how they duck? COWARDS!!*Bwahaahahah!!!* I like Jo's new longer haircut. It's more friendly.

As excellent as this weekend was, it ws missing something. Something just wasn't quite right. It would've been 8.5 times more fanta-bulous if you were here, hun. Oh well, one down, just two or three more to go. And we'll make up for it in 25 days, right? Riiiiight?

This entry has taken me more than three hours to post. I think I'll stop here. It's hard to concentrate when you are watching TV. Has anyone seen Kitchen Confidential? Are Cooper's blue eyes real? There must be some sort of filter or some magic touch-up or something. Pretty funny show though. Half hour chef/restaurant sitcom? I'm game.

Prison Break is getting a little too graphic for me. I don't really enjoy shows that have too much blood and violence. I can handle CSI since everything is after the fact. But to actually watch crazies plot and scheme and be terrified for the good guy? Augh. I muted a good part of the show because I couldn't stand the screaming and the sound of the beatings. Probably why I am not a big fan of watching 24 by myself.

time for: shower. and then sleep. and maybe a little bit of reading.

almost the weekend...

So I come home yesterday, all tired from working overtime and I just want to sit down, eat dinner and read a book for leisure. Then I spotted two packages waiting for me on the floor. One from ebay (yay, more books!) and one from Edward. I was expecting a package from him since my phone is dying and I was gonna use his old t.o one until I find a phone I liked.

But as I opened the box, I saw something furry inside.



There he was, just sitting there with a big smile on his face. He must've jumped into the box when Edward was packing and travelled all the way here. That school's name is just too long. Even the short form MCPHS is difficult to remember.

Anyhoo, he's settled down with his new friends the shark, tiger and british bear. Hehe, so cute. His ears are all floppy.

Went to dinner with Elaine, Becca, Grace, Ruth, Marilyn and Carolina tonite at Oliver & Bon-na-something-something. I was just glad to get out of the house, girls. Thanx for dinner!! I love how girls can just pick it up and chit chat for hours on end even if they haven't seen each other for a long time or don't even know each that well for that matter. Oh, and Becca kicks puppies. (hahah, I forgot it was me who started that. why do you still talk to me? heehee.)

Mags and I are going to a concert tomorrow nite in Missisauga. I only know 2/3 of the performers, but I love their work. The venue holds 1,500 max but I doubt there'll be that many people. Maybe we'll get to move up. I think they'll be awesome live. I might just have to pick up a couple more of their CDs on Saturday.

(only 4 weeks left!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!)

time for: shower. and then sleep. have to drive ppl to Brampton tomorrow.

oh boy oh boy..

It's been 5 months since I've looked at a textbook or made notes on the CICA Handbook. I knew I'd eventually have to start studying again, but that doesn't mean I dread it any less. Augh.

School. Books. Lectures. Classes. Accounting Handbook. Auditing Handbook. Tax Act. Friggin' Tax Act. Augh. I'm falling asleep just thinking about it.

It starts tomorrow. My boss signed me up for 33 hours of Professional Development courses from now until beginning of December. Ususally only people who have obtained their designation take PD courses since they are required to do so, but my boss thought it would be advantageous for me to learn about all the new revisions of the Handbook as early as possible since he's convinced that the additional knowledge will help me perform better on my UFE next Sept.

Then beginning in October (thanksgiving weekend?? geez!), I'll be spending 8 hours every Sunday (when I'm in T.O and not teaching, that is) in a class going over all the technical mumbo-jumbo for the first (CKE) of my three professional exams next year. Fortunately, this course is supposed to do a really good job in preparing students for the CKE. If I pay full attention during the classes, hopefully I won't have to do too much revision during the holidays. The CKE will be held on Jan. 5, 2006. That's only 15 weeks away. Crappola.

On the bright side, if all goes well, all my studying for the CA will be over by this time next year. That's only 12 measley months. I know I shouldn't complain. Some ppl have years of studying ahead of them (gooooooooooooooooo, smart people!). And so I now declare:

I, Eve, will actually studying according to a proper schedule from now 'til next September. There shall be no more last minute revisions, no freak-outs due to a lack of preparation, and no more sleepness nights due to anxiety.

I only hope that I don't once again turn into this:


This was me at my cramming worst. Notice the messy hair and clothes and the universal signal for a headache.

Also, there was much over-eating (comfort), breakouts (caused by rubbing face in frustration) and general messiness of studying area. Oh, who am I kidding? I can't blame the mess on exams.

I must say though, the cramming brought down my morale. Feeling like crap and being scared shitless wasn't a fun way to end my university career.

No wonder Edward was all, "Hmm, you got prettier in the last few months." after we got out of school. Heehee. At the time I didn't know whether I should be offended or pleased. But really, he had a point.

(31 days!! Oooooooooooohh yea!)

time for: checking out www.torontogasprices.com and go fill up my car.

weekend in review.

It's been on of those fabulous weekends that had just the right balance of rest, laughter and work.

After an afternoon of baking (yeah, I'll half the sugar next time), half an hour of driving around Andrew's neighbourhood (what the hell was up with those roads?), finally arrived Andrew's about three hours later than I thought I would.

Good food, good fun and a really cute kitty made for a very enjoyable night. So perhaps next time we really should start Uno a little earlier. I just hope we didn't wake the neighbours with all the noise we made. The night clarified one thing anyway: Jenny doesn't turn into a pumpkin after midnight. She actually goes a little crazy and will eventually cause herself bodily harm. (Now's your ankle, lady?)

And for god's sake, don't move the couch!!

(33 more days. I can't wait!!)

time for: getting rid of a virus off of the other computer, i don't understand why it gets so many viruses!

And so the week begins..

Yes Abbie, it was all your fault. Your little comment was exactly why I thought I needed to explain myself. :P

I give her a lift when we have to head out the client's place. They are at Brampton and I wouldn't even begin to know how to bus there. She gets dropped off by her hubby at my house in the morning and I drop her off at a street corner on the way home where her hubby picks her up at a nearby Timmy's. It's not out of the way, doesn't require any extra work on my part, and it saves her a whole lot of time. She has offered time and again to pay for gas and ETR and all that stuff, but I figure I'd have that expense even if she wasn't there.

I really don't mind giving her a lift. I just wish sometimes we could ride quietly and listen to the radio.

I wanted to go walk around some stores at lunch today. But alas, I couldn't go alone. So I didn't go. Oh well, probably for the best.

Will be back at the office for a couple of days though, so yay! Anyone up on hwy 7 who wants to meet up on lunch? Just say the word. I sure could go for some nice raw orange fish for $6.99.

First aid class this past weekend went so so so well. I had enough sleep the night before and was so much more coherent and alert to the students' response to the skills. I suppose it helped that there were less than 15 people in the class. I was able to watch every single one of them more thoroughly than in the previous classes.

So perhaps I'll try to pick up more courses when they appear from now on. My weekends are a bit empty nowadays (shush) and I have a whole list of upcoming expenditures I'll need to finance. (damn you, winter tires. damn you, CKE and prep course.)

And Andrew, just exactly how did Mr. Bloom's hand feel? Mmm.

*59 days minus 20... just 39 more days! Come on, October, hurry the hell up.*

time for: shower. then sleep.

can i explain now??

I'm not bitch!! noooooooooooooo!

Okay, maybe towards some things in life. Can't be nice all the time though, I'm not Ter.. uh.. ok, i won't name names. hehee.

Come on!! I give her a lift in the mornings when I'm still trying to wake up and she's super chirpy. I'm with her all day answering her questions and listening to her, "what my understanding is that...", and then listen to her repeat that a few more times... then I give her a lift after work.

*thunk*

Don't you ever pretend to sleep on the TTC so you don't have to talk to the person next to you? (If you know them, I mean.) Sometimes being left alone is a really, really, really good thing. Not having to listen to someone mutter in Mandarin under their breath for 5 hours straight is also a really good thing. And only explaining something once? Awesome.

Why can't I get annoyed when people at work slow me down? I mean, really? Why not? The way I see it, I didn't have anyone to ask and I figured it out, why can't you do the same? And it's not like I refused to help. I do help. I explain, I get questioned, I explain, I get questioned. I never yell. I never behave unprofessionally. But where do I draw the line? ARUGH!

Hell, I should be able to write my future Botox injections off as job-related expenses. So going to ge frown lines.

time for: din din. hungry.

2pm, everday.

2 pm is headache time at my place of employment.

I'm usually in a pretty good mood in the morning. I hold back my grimace when you accidentally slam a heavy bag against my car, I answer inane questions with a smile and pretend that it hasn't been asked four times, I am even more than happy to solve whatever computer glitch you throw my way. But keep this up for a few hours, in addition to the sickening sounds of jaw and neck cracking (augh, it's so disgusting!) I start getting a little agitated.

Then comes lunch. I think to myself, "ah, sweet relief, I'll just drive away and chill by myself for an hour.".. but alas I hear, "oh oh, I'll come with you! I just brought an apple for lunch." Instead of collasping in a heap and weeping, I put on a smile and ask, "sounds good, where do you want to go?"

I understand that perhaps she thinks I'll be lonely by myself and that she's going with me to keep me company. But how do I let her know that I want to go by myself?

If i'm lucky, there'll be work to do in another room after lunch and I can have a few hours of peace and quiet. Come on, ppl, hand over your lucky charms.

Today, I point blank asked, "Do you know that this is the 5th time you've repeated this? Because really, I completely understood what you were saying/asking, no need to explain more."

Was that rude? I don't really care. I'm a co-worker. Not a friend, not your supervisor. Yes, I provided the training but get it through your head, my first year too!! Take your questions, shove them in a box and sit on them until someone more senior comes in. In the mean time, leave me alone, I have work to do, too, you know.

man, that felt good.

time for: dinner!!

blog tag

Okay, so I've been tagged.

Instructions:

Blog Tag

Write 5 weird habits that you have and pass it on to 5 friends. Provide a link to these 5 people on your page and let them know that they've been tagged. Those who have been tagged will then link you on to their blog, write their 5 weird habits and pass the game on to 5 of their friends.

Simple enough.

Weirdo habit #1:
I sleep on my tummy. Like a big baby. And no, I don't worry about suffocation because my head is turned to the side.

Weirdo habit #2:
I dislike most condiments/add ons to food. I'll take my tea black or with a bit of milk, never with sugar. I eat my hot dogs plain, maybe a bit of ketchup if I have to. Burgers? Plain. Veggies? Plain, no dipping sauce for me. I even like my Tostitos plain, salsa just gets in the way of the corny-goodness.

Weirdo habit #3:
I have trouble distinguishing left and right in english, but it's much less of a problem in chinese. So point when possible, otherwise there's a 50/50 chance i'll get it wrong.

Weirdo habit #4:
Whenever I see a cop, I automatically look to see if my hands are clean. This is due to the fact that when I was small, my mom told me that the cops will arrest me if my hands are dirty. (Lies, they were all lies!!!!)

Weirdo habit #5:
I don't touch handrails/ttc poles/door handles unless I absolutely have to. I play the surfing game all the time on the TTC. Either that, or I wrap those free newspapers (24? Metro?) around the pole before I hold on to it. If I'm riding with someone I know, I'll probably feign affection and grab on to their arm. And yet I have no problem touching merchandise in stores that never get cleaned and have been touched by tons of people.

So now I have to figure out who I'm going to tag.. hmm..
I choose... you, you, you, you aaaaaand you!

Most of them don't know I have a blog, I think.. hahah. Oh well.

There, I did my job. I'll post another entry soon.

time for: thinking of what to post on my next entry.