Hmm. Have I inadvertedly pissed everyone off? Or maybe my email is broken or something. Is there some public holiday that I don't know about? Perhaps I was so very boring in my last entry that all of you are in a comatose stage. heh?

I haven't gotten any email since ...well a couple days now. It's probably just me and finicky paranoid self.

I actually got a reply to my resume sending. A reply. And it's for a position I'm questioning. How the hell did they get to me??

It's for an assistant manager-manager position..and I have no idea on how I'd qualify for that. I'd need a LOT of training. I've only done supervisory work .. and I'm afraid that ASM-ing is a little time consuming. I'm still giving it a chance...the idea of work --any work-- is much more appealing than sitting at home being nagged by parents and occassionally seeing my brother run around half naked and smelling his fumes.

Today is Sunday. Pick up little sister from church day. Pick up great aunt from church day. Day my father gets back from Reno. Great aunt had something to do at church, so we ended up taking her out to lunch and driving her back to the church.

We went to Metrotown before picking them up and browsed around at The Bay. It's their 25% bag sale. EVERYTHING was at 25% items, including CLEARANCE items, excluding anything on sale. So all merchandise was on SOME kind of discount.

Being that The Bay is one of the last Canadian department stores, I have a really really nauseous feeling about it all. After their remodelling of the store (apparently to improve efficientiency) before Christmastime, I was already thinking about it.

Basically it's seemed that way for a long time...with their scratch and save and all. But today it...on even a big sale day..there weren't a lot of people shopping.

PLEASE fellow Canadians!! Help them out.

heh. Now am I just being stupid or what. :) But it does break my heart to see the downtown Eaton's opened up under American reign..it reaks of American-ness. No offence...guys... but I went to Eatons a while before Christmas and they had models dressed up and posing on their women's fashion floor..and that's incredibly... saddening.

I was joking yesterday to my brother about eatons (yes that's the way their logo is now. All small letters.) being all hyped up and all money-pumped. I laughed sadly that maybe eatons would leach all their american funds into canada.

Okay, so you had to be there.

So we picked them up from church and proceeded to a busy restaurant..Ho Yuen Kee, I think. I was really impressed. It was your "typical" wonton house with windows to the back of the house. The service was okay (they didn't slam down the chopsticks and bowls, but they came late - really late with plates.) and the wait for seating and food were really fast. I swear...less than two minutes from the time we ordered to the time we got it. And the food was good.

So I sipped my lychee tea and savoured my ginger-custard.

After that, we went up to Oakridge to shop around. And here's something wierd. Well...not wierd. just a highlight I guess. I'm going down the escalator and there's this kinda good looking guy on the other side, going up. Our eyes meet and I look away because at that time I had a really bitchy look on my face because I simply HATE going shopping with my mother...she walks really slow and she looks at everything...but if I don't pay attention, we get separated because she'll just go walking on her own.

I can't wait until she gets alzheimers or whatever. (i'm such a crappy daughter, huh.)

So I look away from the guy and I hear him kinda breathe out, "hi..."

I wished I had been alone or something. It's hard to pick up a guy when you're with your mommy.

Yeah. I know I'm making a big deal out of it. Oh well.

I could make an even bigger deal out of it and keep going back to that part of the Bay where I saw him or something. But. I. won't.

It could simply be that since I've devoured half of the tiramisu that I made a couple of days ago that I'm drunk from all the licquor I put in.

But it is SO good. Slightly cinnimon, a hint of espresso and a light dusting of cocoa powder on top.

What's even better is that I took two completely different recipes and made my own. heehee.

Want to know something crazy? I'm getting all maternal and shit. I feel like I want to have a baby!!!!!

!!!!!

!!!

Yeah. I know. Crazy.

I adore little babies. I love the cooeing. I love the smiles and the little hands. I've secretly been hovering to Anne Geodes books and smiling at the cute photos of those shiney cherubs.

All this thought of when I have NO ONE to reproduce with.

Pathetic.

My mother wants a grandchild. I know she does. Me and her spent five minutes in front of a childs toy that played music -- five DIFFERENT tunes, would you believe it??

..I'm blaming this entry on my hormones. And those shots of Baileys and Kahlua in the Tiramisu.

audi.