tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108584862012-01-18T00:33:05.459-05:00Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.comBlogger9771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-62110558425565833402012-01-16T00:00:00.000-05:002012-01-16T00:14:18.491-05:00

It's one of those long days that never feel like it's going to end and I'm texting my friend S about a couple of things we're doing this week.  I get frustrated about something that happens (it's not her) and we start to ramble about non-sensical items.  One of them makes me laugh. "Mr. G said that the most powerful force in the universe was David Hasselhoff sucking in his gut." And, that's all

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It's the new year and with that comes a series of resolutions that no one ever seriously intends to follow through with.  I haven't   made any in years and I wasn't the worse for it.  Lose weight and get healthier?  Pass.  Make more friends?  Meh.  Plot the demise of my foes?  In progress for the past few years. But, this year is different.  I'm making a resolution.  Just one, to keep things

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-86662771441241271242011-12-26T00:00:00.001-05:002011-12-26T00:00:05.463-05:00

Although today is Boxing Day in Canada (and a day of rest for most of the world), I'm probably working. The joys of being a business owner is that I don't have the choice to go on holiday since I'm at the beckon call of clients.What I won't be doing is thinking of December 31. Although people have been planning their new years festivities for weeks, I haven't. For years, I was trotted out with

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Not too long ago, I was a dinner guest at my friend's newly-renovated home in the 'burbs. It was a pleasant change for me since I haven't been out of the city in a couple of weeks (I also haven't seen him in over six months). While we're in the kitchen, I prop myself up on the natural stone countertop and we get on the conversation thread of home renovations, cleaning ladies, and men. Odd

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-19020150023236662282011-11-28T00:00:00.000-05:002011-11-28T12:36:18.131-05:00

It's always odd seeing a person change before your eyes. Unless you see them on a regular - and almost daily - basis, changes can appear to be rather sudden. This is like what's happening to my friend XXX.We've known each other for years and have gone though a lot with each other; whether familial or relationship matters. We were fairly similar and balanced each other out. But, ever since the

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-64582317239726765412011-11-14T00:00:00.003-05:002011-11-17T23:58:10.457-05:00

People are hard to read. You think you know what they're thinking of, and yet, you're never really sure. Their words say one thing and their bodies say another.Even though I'd like to consider myself to be - somewhat - intuitive in gauging their minute reactions, some people are like Tolstoy (i.e. hard to read). But, I'm not the only one who thinks this; after talking to a few friends, they're

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-81001304497482338712011-10-31T00:00:00.002-04:002011-10-31T00:00:02.096-04:00

Hallowe'en means many things for many people. For me, the greatest aspect of the day is the candy. I like candy, especially chocolate. And, what's best is that I don't have to get dressed up (never cared for it) in order to get my fill of sweets. I already dress up every day, so I don't it necessary to wear another costume, of sorts, on October 31.The only bad thing eating the snack-sized

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-42050152697297653052011-10-24T00:00:00.001-04:002011-10-24T01:31:30.310-04:00

There are times when you feel the need to call someone, a friend, to vent about your trials and tribulations. You need to talk to them so badly that your mind begins to spin. You can't see or think clearly; it's as if you're in the midst of a mild stroke. But, what happens when they’re not picking up? You know they’re there since they reply to texts, so what’s the deal?Recently, I got into a

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-20556266742515899822011-10-10T00:00:00.002-04:002011-10-10T00:00:01.129-04:00

One reason why I love to go back home is to eat. Yes, my parents are another one, but they're the ones who do the cooking, hence I go home for food. There are only so many things I can make at my home that I'm not able to enjoy at theirs. I make meals that don't entail combining more than 4 ingredients and take no more than 20 minutes to complete from start to finish. My parents will be

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My friend and I just finished watching a film at TIFF and now she wants to go out for dinner. I don’t want to go out. It’s not because it’s late, it’s because I don’t have my wallet on me (and she isn’t offering to pay for my dinner). I ask if she doesn’t mind if we go back to my place since it’s only a 10 minute walk from the theatre, but I don’t think she’s listening to me.“Do you want to go

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It’s already September. Labour Day. I can’t believe how fast time flies. First, I thought summer would never get here, and now that’s it’s over in about three weeks, I wish it wouldn’t end. It can be a rather confusing day for many people since they don’t know what they should be feeling.Is Labour Day the start or the end of fun? For many, it’s the end because fun exists only during the

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-7295550128787734762011-08-22T00:00:00.002-04:002011-08-22T00:00:00.181-04:00

Being a city boy at heart, I don’t feel particularly comfortable in a country setting. Maybe it’s nature (allergies), silence (reminds me of death) or the lack of action (cow tipping being the anomaly) that act as a deterrents. Still, I’ve never really felt at home when away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Now, I have been to “the cottage” before. It was pleasant and it helped that I did

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-32270132310816028562011-08-08T00:00:00.003-04:002011-08-08T00:00:14.072-04:00

About a month ago I wrote a post about being called a fag and how disparaging it was for me to get such a nasty and derogatory comment from someone I was being nice to. Of course, not everyone saw it my way.Instead of being portrayed as a victim, some people thought I should've been blamed because I provoked this other person. Even though I don't particularly care what faceless commenters write,

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-75329793786554976402011-07-25T00:00:00.001-04:002011-07-25T00:43:00.756-04:00

D has a problem and it's one he'd rather not have. There's someone interested in him but the interest is one-sided. This guy (who shall be called Asian Power Bottom, or APB for short) has been persistent in his persual of D. And, because of that, I'm thrown in the middle to act as mediator/counsellor.On more than one occasion I hear "I don't want him to think I'm a douche" and "I don't want him

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-52964417000952778572011-07-11T00:00:00.001-04:002011-07-11T00:00:05.096-04:00

While D and I are at the interior design show, I take a step away from the crowd and pull my phone out to text A. We've been chatting for a couple of days and I thought I'd send a little note about my night. What is supposed to be cute ends up turning ugly pretty quickly.After a couple of texts, I call A. Naturally, it goes to voicemail since no one picks up their phone, anymore. I leave a

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It's the opening night of the interior design show and all the fabulous people are out in full force. People from several creative industries are here and enjoying themselves. Why wouldn't they? There's plenty of free bubbly for the gays and beer for the straights.Amongst the crowd I spot Candy, a friend of mine and D's. He's one of those people who work out eight days a week, takes semi-nude and

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It's one of those things you can never expect to happen, but it does. You sit there and watch things fall beyond your realm of control, so the only reaction is to sit silently and cry. This is what happens when your computer blows up on you.**It was working well the night before when I logged off at around 2 a.m., but when I turned it back on at 10 in the morning, it didn't want to. The blue

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From the start to this current point, the date is awkward. There is no other word to describe it. It's one of those situations when one person (i.e. me) tries to hide looks of confusion and exasperation towards the other person (i.e. freak) for most of the time.We're at my place and it's just odd. Sitting on the couch, trying to get some sort of conversation out of the freak is nearly impossible.

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It's always good to have friends support you in your time of need or crisis. Lucky for me, I have those kinds of people around me even though I don't have too much drama going on in my life.When I discovered about my situation about LDR (and it all falling apart in a rather ugly way), I ask D his opinions on the subject. Granted, he was at work and couldn't really have a deep and meaningful

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-33935433063187190162011-04-25T00:00:00.003-04:002011-04-25T13:17:17.285-04:00

Some people have the best intentions for others, but they don't always consult the others they have these intentions for. Case in point: my family and friends.True, they always have my back even when I don't want them to (and when I do need them, they're always there in some form). I'd like to think I'm fairly reliable and able to take care of myself (been doing it for a while now with

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-6161601604773080302011-04-18T00:00:00.002-04:002011-04-18T00:00:03.921-04:00

After too much pain and suffering, my friend A finally decided to leave his boyfriend. There was too much negativity and sadness in their relationship and it was time to move on. But, A isn’t like me when dealing with relationships: I cut things off and cauterize wounds, he lets them bleed, hoping they’ll heal themselves.He visited me one day and talked about what he’d been going through and

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-18839082628526280602011-04-11T00:00:00.000-04:002011-04-10T01:37:49.909-04:00

Although many people make promises of writing books, few of them ever come to fruition. It’s much harder than it appears. With everyone having a 9-5 (or, if you’re me, a 25 hours - 7 days a week) job, there’s little time left to sit at a computer and type.But, I’ve found the time. Although I’ve said it before, I am writing a book. This is a new one (the old one isn’t abandoned, believe me) I’m

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-44615041980728385992011-04-04T00:00:00.000-04:002011-04-04T00:00:02.645-04:00

With the abundance of oversharing on the internet, it comes as a surprise there are those who wish to refrain from it. The thing is, they don’t do it offline. They’re still online, but they have blocked Facebook profiles, secret blogs, and hidden Twitter accounts that are usually password-protected, so there is limited access to the general populace.I don’t know why they just don’t stay offline

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It’s lunchtime and I’m with my family at a restaurant. Things are fine as we’re starting the meal. My phone starts to buzz since it’s on vibrate (I’ve been told my phone rings too many times when we’re together, hence the switch). “Hey, what’s up? Just having a few drinks at woodys!” It’s K. At nephew’s christening. About to have buffet lunch. I text back. “Mmmm I love food! I am getting drunk at

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It was a day unlike every other. Meaning, it was a day that some sort of shit would hit the fan in a dramatic way. Nothing is simple with me, even though I try to keep clean from all the messiness.**After I finished lunch C, we were both walking down the street and almost bump into some idiot who flings out of a sex shop onto the sidewalk. And that's when I notice who it is: Crazy. Fat like

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Not too long ago, my parents came over to my loft to have lunch. It was the first time they did this. They have never been over together for long periods of time. This time it was for several hours, and it included food.Typically, my mother is the one who passes by, if only for a short bit. My father doesn’t come around because he doesn’t want to; not out of hatred, but he would rather act as a

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-44527012729159460272011-02-28T00:00:00.001-05:002011-02-28T00:00:04.293-05:00

I’m sitting on the couch in my living room when I hear my phone beep on the dining room table. I walk over and pick it up. It’s from C. “Hey what’s up?” it asks.Odd, I haven’t heard from C in a long time. I wonder what’s going on...Taking a few steps to my computer, I see an MSN message. It’s also from C. Hmmm. I guess he was trying to get in touch with me.I text D and tell him what’s going on.“

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It seems like no matter how well you’re doing in life, there’s a constant need to look over one’s shoulder to take a glance at the others who are catching up to you. The race never ends; whether it’s more money, better job, higher education, etc.There’s a new form of competition I’ve been feeling recently: keeping fit. True, I’m not overweight in any sense of the word, but some kids gotta keep

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-54963144710580837152011-02-14T00:00:00.003-05:002011-02-14T00:27:59.870-05:00

Today is Valentine's Day. Supposedly, the most romantic time of the year. It's the day of grand gsetures and even grander proclamations. Chocolates and flowers are seen throughout the day and candlelit dates are the de rigueur of the night.And speaking of dates... It was also HN's anniversary on the 10th of February. I almost forgot, which is odd since I should be celebrating something that is at

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-64434794146540465832011-02-07T00:00:00.000-05:002011-02-07T00:27:43.483-05:00

Not too long ago, I was at a fundraiser, dedicated to raise money towards a cultural institution. The tickets were expensive, but it didn't mean the crowd was the hoi-polloi of the city. Everyone was there and they were all having a great (drunken) time.As I’m moving through the venue with D, I see P, an up-and-comer. What he’s trying to up-and-come is unknown. He’s everywhere and does everything

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-80876116491343179522011-01-31T00:00:00.000-05:002011-01-31T00:00:07.449-05:00

Although I feel comfortable with my body, I do have an issue when others are feeling it. With clothing on, there’s no problem; it’s all about shape and form, sort of like Spanx. With clothing off, that’s a whole other story.Thankfully, the people I’ve been involved with were never of the meaty kind. If they had a couple extra pounds, it was hard and not the flabby kind. I’m not of the same

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-42698461661788757702011-01-24T00:00:00.002-05:002011-01-24T00:54:35.115-05:00

When I talk about my relationships, people have a hard time believing half of the things I say because they don’t sound plausible. Sadly, they are. It’s like a cheesy soap opera, of sorts. These are the days of my life.A few months ago, I thought there was something promising between R and myself. Things were progressing and then they suddenly stopped. Without going into too much detail, I

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-2249246876269222492011-01-17T00:00:00.001-05:002011-01-17T00:00:01.700-05:00

It’s Friday night and three of us are going out for a night of drinking and dancing. There’s nothing else better to do, so we might as well have a little fun.Initially, we were going to a trashy club, and I dressed appropriately (old jeans and a v-neck). Then I find out they want to go to a swankier club. I have no idea what to wear because I know we’ll be bouncing between several places on the

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-13126060698647720922011-01-10T00:00:00.001-05:002011-01-12T00:31:45.721-05:00

It’s a Friday night and I’m watching a bit of TV. D is over and he’s in the kitchen pouring himself a drink. We’re talking about some random thing when my phone starts to beep. It’s my friend, S.i think i just got text dumped :(Who have you been dating? You naughty girl.married guy #2 wigged out from guilt. after all this work 2 be thinner, nobody wants me :(3 billion men. You’re just fishing in

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-12935849755906672142011-01-03T00:00:00.005-05:002011-01-03T01:47:28.438-05:00

The best new years resolution is to not have one. The time wasted thinking about the items should be spent on enjoying life and the year ahead.

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-21303903419155690052010-12-27T00:00:00.005-05:002010-12-27T22:54:49.213-05:00

Up until six years ago, people could depend on me to hold onto a baby. I wasn’t afraid I would drop it, or smother it because it was cute. To me, they were like little dolls that happened to be alive.Then I held onto my oldest niece, and she changed that behaviour for every baby who has ever crossed my path.Whenever I held her, she screamed and cried. The second she was passed onto someone else,

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-5889150235836116252010-12-20T00:00:00.000-05:002010-12-20T00:00:04.364-05:00

There are some times when you wish you never made an effort to be nice. It’s just so much easier to be an asshole and move on with life.Not too long ago, I was at an event where about half of the guests were friends and the other half were people I hadn’t met, yet. Good ratio. Quite often I barely know three people (if I’m lucky).After the event, I see some people tagged in a Facebook album and I

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-48064753034370045322010-12-13T00:00:00.001-05:002010-12-13T00:00:00.203-05:00

There are several people I know who have lofty dreams and ambitions to take over the world (or at least the world inside their heads). There's ambition, then there's foolishness.They believe if they're able to think of ideas, they'll come to fruition. Basically, it's The Secret for the 20-year-old set, before they realize that book is a bunch of hoo-ha. This feeling of inevitability comes to a

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Hag lighting is just that: lighting that makes you look like a hag. It’s harsh and sourced from above (like fluorescents). Older people know from experience that being lit from flattering points makes them look younger, softer and more beautiful.But, I never really noticed the negatives of hag lighting until I witnessed it first-hand.As I’m sitting at my father’s computer in the basement, I turn

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-15613468370709763632010-11-29T00:00:00.000-05:002010-11-29T00:00:08.002-05:00

Recently, I have been going through a change, at least career-wise. Although I am a jack of all trades (and master of some) in the industry of which I work in, I have found that makes me appear too scattered when it comes to positioning myself amongst my colleagues and competitors.After realizing what I have to do to accomlish my rebranding, I send a text to one of my friends who has supported me

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-63879456830535975632010-11-22T00:00:00.001-05:002010-11-22T00:00:04.070-05:00

Because my career contains an element of style, I have to take on a few jobs that I find to be quite interesting if only because I’m the boss.One of those jobs is getting my photograph taken for publication(s).This isn’t the same as having a friend pull out a digital camera and taking a couple of snaps of you trying to do your best Zoolander impersonation. This shit is for real.To start, I ask/

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-60975033791649991492010-11-15T00:00:00.000-05:002010-11-15T00:00:06.794-05:00

Not too long ago, I went out with M and sent him a short text after our coffee. It was short and sweet, without the saccharine sentiment associated with the whole early-onset dating thing.A few minutes later, I received a text back...“I enjoyed that and I think you are very interesting as a person :)”Now, when I read that, I scrunched my face, as to say, Emmm, that’s not good. I tell D this and

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-57059971718514819252010-11-08T00:00:00.000-05:002010-11-08T00:00:05.843-05:00

As I’m checking my Facebook, I see someone commenting on a friend’s last post of a photoshoot he did. I had also commented since I was at the shoot. I click on the profile because the name peaks my interest. It’s one of those names that almost sounds fake.When I click through some of the images, the face becomes familiar. I’ve seen it on a dating site and I wrote a note (a while back). Clicking

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-13673951825337047562010-11-01T00:00:00.000-04:002010-11-01T02:08:14.393-04:00

As much as I (and my friends) find having a 20-year-old chasing me to be a turn-on, I find there are a lot of negatives that come with youth.No matter how mature they claim to be, someone who is in their early-20’s doesn’t know a thing about life. They’ve just graduated from university/college (if they went) and are now entering the real world. Many don’t even get to live life because they crawl

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-16109753501282023952010-10-25T00:00:00.001-04:002010-10-25T00:55:17.688-04:00

People tend to rate themselves on a scale of 1-10 when being compared to others. I think it’s fair, especially since it helps to level out the playing field. No one wants to have relations with someone out of their league.Personally, I think I’m a 7/10 (on a good day). Grade-wise, that’s equivalent to a B: it's a solid base, there’s room for improvement, and it’s a pretty good start.Unlike those

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It’s always an odd feeling when someone refers to one of your posts. You never quite know it’s beneficial, or not. Sometimes they mention you in a negative way, and sometimes in a positive one.Recently, I discovered someone used one of my posts (about being self-effacing) to make a point about their feelings on being complimented. To paraphrase myself, I don’t like it when people compliment me

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-85887476316322849052010-10-11T00:00:00.003-04:002010-10-11T00:00:01.173-04:00

Even though I'm not one to admit it often, I miss my parents when they're not near. They’re getting older and I know they won’t live forever. Someday they’ll be gone, so I have to appreciate the time we spend together. This is especially apparent when it comes to the holidays.The extended family gathers around one central location (usually at my parent’s dining room table) and eats. It’s a

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Although I am not a fan of using people, there are times when you have to because shit has to get done. What do you do? You reach into your bag of tricks and use them.Now, these tricks aren’t X-rated, but they can be considered to be manipulative. Anything from taking out the trash, to buying flowers, or doing that thing with your tongue.It’s easy and most of the time takes no effort. You wouldn’

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This week is one of the most difficult I will have to live through, at least from a business perspective. Not only is it the anniversary of my consulting firm, but also the launch of a new client project.If it succeeds, then I will able to reap in the benefits of being able to add to my portfolio (and my bank account). It’s going to be a lot of hard work, but it will be worth it in the end.If it

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There are some people in the world who support you and there are others who want to hold you back. I believe I am in the former group, but there are some people I know who are in the latter.When dating someone who feels less successful than you, I feel like no matter how much I want to achieve, I hold back. I don't want to be too successful in anything because it creates friction. I work hard and

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-63795084151358123912010-09-13T00:00:00.000-04:002010-09-13T09:32:16.132-04:00

From September 9-19, I'll be busy with the usual fuckery that the rest of the world does during the Toronto International Film Festival. That means premieres and parties, stars and sinning for a week and a half and covering it all for a series of diaries being published during TIFF.I'll be back next week with - possibly scandalous - stories to tell.

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"When ur first date is to go out and watch the drag queen perform... No comment." Tweet courtesy of my friend, D.Thankfully, I didn't go.

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On more than one occasion, I have had the opportunity to have relationships with cancers. Whether they were friendships or romantic (or literal ones), they always result in the same outcome. Cancers are bad for your health.Even though I should know this, I take things as they come, not knowing what will happen. Now, I can say I will know what will happen. Every. Single. Time.Being the opposite

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Because of what I do for a living, it’s imperative that I receive exactly what I request from suppliers. If it's background info, an image for a presentation, or a licence to kill, then I need exactly what I'm asking for.So it comes as a rather shocking surprise that I get a package in the mail from a well-known underwear brand with three items that are not what I wanted. They sent the wrong size

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-76754005762590369972010-08-16T00:00:00.002-04:002010-08-17T10:06:27.591-04:00

People are typically concerned with the size of their body. They’re not worried about the shape, because if it was, we’d search the racks for forms, not numbers. It seems like there isn’t one person who is happy with their overall appearance.A friend of mine always asks me if I would consider her to be thin, average, a few extra pounds, or overweight. According to her criteria (or to be more

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-36277222244086956892010-08-09T00:00:00.001-04:002010-08-09T00:00:02.204-04:00

There’s this odd buzzing I hear indoors. It sounds like it’s coming from the unit beside or above mine. I’m not too sure. What I am sure is that it gets irritating after listening to it for eight hours a day.When I take a walk outside and around the building, I want to see what my neighbours are doing. Is it a little light construction? Is it a total tear down? The people beside me have nothing

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There are three of us in the Audi being driven to our respective homes after our event preview. D and I are sitting in the back, while A sits in the front seat with the driver. After we announce our drop-offs, D leans forward to say something to A."So, what are you doing for the long weekend?" asks D."Oh, I don't know..." replies A."Wait, it's a long weekend?" I ask."Yeah, we have Monday off." D

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As I lean forward and look into the mirror, I see every little pore and line on my face. There aren’t many wrinkles, but they’re there. The texture could be a little better, but overall my skin has improved throughout the years.When having coffee with my parents, I begin to look at their skin. Except for a little sagginess, my mother doesn’t have any wrinkles. My father – a person who abhors

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There are times in life that allows one for reflection. Looking back on the days that we've already lived through, whether good or bad. Sadly, one of those times occurs when people confront the realities of death.Last week, a friend's mother died, and I discovered a friend of mine also passed away. The first was due to a long-time illness, the other wasn't (the circumstances were truly

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-77252292763780348862010-07-15T00:00:00.001-04:002010-07-15T00:00:05.609-04:00

It's always interesting when I get comments of the negative kind. People purposely click on the link at the bottom of the post and make an effort to write unpleasant things about when I'm feeling down. A very pleasant experience for them and me.Although I use this form of digital media to - in a way - physicalize my thoughts into something that can be seen in front of me, I do it for me, not

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-3772012848348181162010-07-12T00:00:00.007-04:002010-07-19T01:00:53.095-04:00

After a late night run, I enter my kitchen and pick up my cell phone on the way to the bathroom for a quick shower. I punch the keypad and it shows I have a text. From Crazy. At almost 2 a.m. Haven't heard from that ball of insanity in over a year. As I click on the 'yes' button, I don't know what to expect...Glad people are discovering what a fraud you are :)Creepy.I know this message took some

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-40008109445713269002010-07-08T00:00:00.003-04:002010-07-12T10:28:47.657-04:00

It's fascinating to know those who claim to have big dicks can also have no balls.

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Opposites attract is a term that has existed for as long as I can remember. Apparently it was conjured up as a reason to explain why some people are attracted to others they normally wouldn't be attracted to.In reality, it has been studied (time and time again) that the opposite is true: likes attract. And, if that's the case, then Lord Jesus Christ help me.Judging by the people I've had

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-72320131673134319152010-07-01T00:00:00.001-04:002010-07-01T00:10:06.169-04:00

July 1st is a Canadian holiday but not for me. While many will be off (doing whatever people do on holidays) I will be working. A positive part of having your own firm is you can take time off whenever you want, but the pratfall is you have to work the rest of the time (which is always).As much as I want to take a vacation, I can't. Holidays are a means of escape, but not for everyone. Bosses

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-59782283009528240742010-06-28T00:00:00.009-04:002010-07-26T13:08:42.202-04:00

There aren't many things that can make me cry, but having my heart broken is one of them. True, it doesn't happen too often, since I try to protect myself against such things by putting up walls. But every once in a while, those walls come down and that's when I leave myself vulnerable for others to take advantage of me.When I'm hurt by people I care(d) about, I don't want to see, hear, or talk

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-87900946316644714342010-06-21T00:00:00.003-04:002010-07-01T00:03:19.264-04:00

On a night out with a friend of mine, I receive a text from J. I wasn't expecting anything from J; I usually instigate the texting between us.You're taking my style of pictures now! HahaThis is referring to a picture I published on my Facebook wall of a ripped torso (mine). My reply was one of those non-committal blurbs saying it's something that's been seen before.I mean, talk about instant hard

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-73593608700870734262010-06-16T00:00:00.001-04:002010-06-20T00:05:30.915-04:00

Even though I'd like to think I'm an intelligent person, there are times when I see the mistakes I've made in believing others are as smart as I am.When it comes to matters of the heart (or brain, depending on how you look at it), I thought I would be on the same page as those who are feeling the same as I do. It's not always the case.Sometimes they show interest for entertainment, for show, or

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-90667393064287612462010-06-14T00:00:00.001-04:002010-06-14T00:00:00.476-04:00

Belts are designed to hold up your bottoms, whether they’re pants, skirts or shorts. But, they only work if you have enough holes in them. And, that’s where my problem comes into play...Recently, I haven’t been wearing them unless I had to dress formally. When I threw one on, I realized it wasn’t working properly. Or, I thought it wasn’t working properly. As it turns out, there weren't enough

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-34693418251682421912010-06-07T00:00:00.000-04:002010-06-07T00:00:06.205-04:00

Whenever I have to go put something in the trash, I separate everything before it goes into the bins. Upon entering the garbage room of my building, I see that many people aren’t as considerate.Most people tend to put anything in the containers. It doesn’t matter if you can recycle it, or not. It’s all mixed. You have to wonder if they can’t differentiate between materials. Even if they can’t

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-79892997525611013412010-06-03T00:00:00.001-04:002010-06-03T10:29:11.409-04:00

Does the power of an antioxidant drink turn into a cocktail when copious amounts of vodka are added?

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“What’s that smell? Do you smell it?” asks my father a few seconds after I get in the car and shut the door.“No.”“It started when you got in the car. Smells like gasoline.”“It’s not me. I don’t smell like gasoline. I don’t even wear cologne.”“Well, I smell it. I don’t know where it’s coming from.”“Hmmm.”Then I remember I took off my toque when I entered the car. It was warm inside, so I didn’t

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For the past several days I’ve been hobbling around with an injured foot. I don’t know why or how I got it. It doesn’t flex properly; it flops and stomps when hitting the ground.When I have to go outside, I practically dread the experience. I should be resting the foot, but I can’t be stuck at home. As much as I don’t want to, I have some errands to run and must escape the confines of the loft.As

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It’s another interview day and I’m prepped. The questions have been answered in my head, the job description has been printed out and studied, and the company has been reviewed. The only thing that’s left is to meet the interviewer(s).By the time I arrive at the location, I head to the front desk and give them my name. She looks a little perplexed when she’s on the phone. The receptionist tells

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His answer....Oh well I didnt think i was able to go, i kinda backed out on my parents (long story) and decided to stay downtown.And, I know this is a sack of shit. I knew he was in town, because earlier in the day we were in contact via text; he was looking for an apartment to rent for September. When I asked him to stay in the city, he said he had to go back home but was returning the next day.

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It's difficult to lie in the digital world. Eventually, it all comes back to bite you in the ass. And, when it has to do with people lying to me, I want that bite to hurt just a little bit more than usual.**As I'm going through my Facebook page, I see in the newsfeed that C was tagged in a photo. The photo looks like it was taken at an event that I went to and asked him to go with me. The event

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-82074379374512639322010-05-03T00:00:00.000-04:002010-05-03T00:00:01.477-04:00

Not too long ago, I’m online checking my email and I get an instant message from S, an ex. I haven’t talked with him in a long time and I haven’t really wanted to for a variety of reasons.We chat for a little until I mention how he’s being evasive with me.Evasive, how so?I tell S I don't like talking to people on msn.You haven't actually asked me to coffee or anything to catch up but, to be

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There are some people who are worth waiting for, and others who you don’t know about their worth until you meet them. After more than a year, S and I get to meet after a series of false starts. My expectations are high, if only because it’s finally happening.When I get to Starbucks, I see he isn’t there. I wait for about 10 minutes before I pull out my phone and write a text asking where he is.It

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-40695768622412603872010-04-05T00:00:00.001-04:002010-04-05T23:52:45.530-04:00

Do I need a short break from here? What do you think?

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There is one person I am very close to who – if geographically closer - would be a much bigger part of my life. Not only would we be able to spend more time together, but there’s a possibility we’d spend the rest of our lives together.But if it’s only distance that’s separating us, then why not move closer? Simple question; not so simple answer.J is in school and doesn’t live nearby. I have a

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Sometimes it’s hard to let go of something when it’s always there. In the case of a certain someone, it would be so much easier if he wasn’t following me around.I’ve been rather successful in ignoring him and know that it irks him because of my sources. But, I’d rather not have him around. In fact, no one wants him around because no one likes him. It would be so much easier for everyone to not

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There’s someone I’ve been chatting with online and I decide to do a little bit of research on. It’s not a typical thing to do, but looking back on my record of people I date, it’s a wise choice.I see there’s a Facebook profile and I see there are a couple of friends in common. One of them is my friend D. I get a little suspicious when I see a lot of comments between the two of them. I text D

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Whenever I hear of people just dropping everything to go on long trips, take extended leaves from their job or just goof around because they don’t want to work, I have to wonder if they have it any better than I do because they can leave whenever they want.Then I realize the reason why they can do this: their jobs.I’m sure it’s great to have a menial job in the service industry where

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P and I are walking down College Street after taking a shopping trip for some computer parts when we have to figure out where we’re going next. We’re being all smiley because it’s been a good day for the both of us, so far. We enjoy each other’s company and it’s noticeable to others who are around us.Before we turn onto University Avenue, a guy barely misses us and walks in front. It takes me a

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There’s someone who I have shamelessly flirted with and I am not too proud about it. They're in another caste and probably get hit on by way hotter than me. If I think I'm a 7/10, then this person is off the charts (and I am not the only one who thinks this).I am not a person to flirt, nor do I like it when people flirt with me. In fact, I really don’t know how to. That’s why it’s always a bit

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-69603754637133712012010-03-12T00:00:00.000-05:002010-03-12T00:00:02.556-05:00

It has been said it's not wise to burn bridges with people. You never know when you might have to cross that bridge, again. That's a reason why I have always tried to maintain civil relationships with people even in uncivil circumstances.But, there are some people who cross your path and shit all over it. Not out of negligence, but on purpose. Those are the people who you have to keep an eye on

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-21831209715230951852010-03-10T00:00:00.002-05:002010-03-10T00:00:05.310-05:00

While waiting around for an event to begin, I pull out my phone and begin texting people, hoping they'll reply. I'm bored and need a little stimulation before I fall asleep while leaning against the wall.With one hand, I flick my cell phone open, type a few words with my free hand (the other has a bottle of water), and send it to several people. Hopefully, they have their phones nearby to reply.

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-49163411894615979352010-03-08T00:00:00.006-05:002010-03-08T22:52:12.825-05:00

It’s my sister’s birthday today. It’s not a significant one. She’s not turning 16, nor is she anywhere near 40. And, she isn’t going to retire at 65 any time soon - that's another two-plus decades. She’s just getting a little bit older, like the rest of us.Whenever I see her, she always looks the same. It’s very similar to how I see my parents. My mother’s skin sags a little and my father has

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As we’re sitting in the office, my boss comes around and walks towards B, my co-worker. She’s dressed all in black and as I swivel in my chair, I notice her boots. They’re quite spectacular."N, those boots sort of look like Hermès," I say as I glance at her."S, do you know who you’re talking to?" asks B, rather sarcastically. "This is N. She doesn’t buy things that look like Hermès. She buys

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-70756835359207084072010-03-03T00:00:00.001-05:002010-03-03T00:00:04.064-05:00

... I sang one of her songs to her.Granted, I didn't sing the entire 4:30 version of the single, but only the first eight lines before heading to the chorus.She gives me a who-does-this-skinny-white-boy-think-he-is-singing-a-song-by-an-R&B-diva? kind of looks, but I don’t care. I did it. I sang a song – out loud – to an actual singing star.I quickly apologize for my act of sheer ballsiness. She

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It’s one of the biggest events of the year. It’s also very exclusive. There’s a media embargo which states no one can say a word about what’s going on inside. Everyone is supposed to be quiet, but it’s hard because secrets don’t bode well for many.I’m on the red carpet, greeting the celebrities and VIPs for the event. They’re well-known in the Canadian media landscape – a couple of movie actors,

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After the work deadlines I've had to deal with in the past two weeks, I am exhausted to the point where I am not able to think. Everyone needs a mental holiday when they are brain dead tired. This is the start of mine.

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It’s J's birthday and she’s off at the cottage of Crazy’s parents with a bunch of friends. I wish the circumstances were different so I would’ve been able to go. Alas, they’re not.Because I can’t be there to wish her a happy birthday, I send a text message. It’s not the same as being there, but it’s pretty close.“Happy birthday! Hope you and B get to sing to each other while high on E! :)”The E

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As I’m sitting in front of my laptop, working away, I turn on my msn on to see if I get any new emails. In a few seconds, I get an instant message from S, an ex. I haven’t heard a peep from S in a long time.The conversation doesn’t feel laboured, although at times I wonder why S even bothered to communicate with me. You have a boyfriend, talk to him; that’s why he’s there. I don’t do surrogacy

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-57175512755034515042010-02-18T00:00:00.000-05:002010-02-18T00:00:04.263-05:00

Not too long ago, an article was written on a study that claims that champagne is healthy and contains the same kinds of benefits as red wine.So, now I am just justfied - more so - for having a glass of something in the middle of the day because I'm thinking of my health, of course.

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At one of my past jobs, there was a to-do list of items that needed to be done at the end of every weekly meeting. One of them included purchasing a magazine that mentioned one of our clients.Due to the fact that I worked from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., I never made it to the store in time since they close at 6 p.m. God forbid if I left the office in the middle of the day to go magazine shopping. That

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Valentine’s Day is around the corner and I couldn’t help but not want to turn that corner because I know what’s there. Because I’m single on this February 14, there will be nothing waiting for me. Tradition, I guess.Last year was mostly a romantic day. It was spent in New York. The weather was sunny. Lunch was eaten at Pastis. Shopping was done in the Village. And, a massive fight was started in

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Today marks six years that this site has been around.Six years. Six whole years. Six whole fucking years.It's the longest relationship I've had - the one with myself.Why can't this be the same for other things in my life?Happy anniversary to being me, I guess.

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When going out with someone, there’s a point where you begin to wonder what is the status of your relationship. Are you hanging out? Are you dating? And if you are dating, are you exclusive or free to see other people while still trying to make up your mind whether, or not, you actually like this person?I’ve been in that position before and it’s never a place I feel comfortable being in. Not only

Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14985551962784298632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858486.post-42644085693092112332010-02-05T00:00:00.003-05:002010-02-05T00:00:03.259-05:00

Last week my friend, A, mentioned that someone we both know just got a job. I told A this person should be congratulated for finally getting a job after almost two years of unemployment.The only reason why the news was interesting was because this person has no real work experience, and basically got this job for a company I have been trying to get an “in” for several years just by knowing a

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As I’m walking down Queen Street one day, I pass by JT, one of the people I went out with two years ago. He’s appearing fuller than when I last saw him. There’s a bit of a gut and maybe some double-chin action going on.But, this isn’t an uncommon movement.Crazy got chubby (although he never was skinny to begin with) and S packed on 6 pounds of “muscle” (not my choice of words), recently.

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