Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Is it a sign?

Based on the real life occurances of Lora Wijana's life
Starring: Lora and other people
Costumes: Gap, Old Navy, Roxy
Make Up: Lise Watier


Rating: PG 13 (although can escalate to R at some settings - see Indonesian Consulate office)

Produced and Directed by Lora


WEDNESDAY December 23, 2004
7:30 am.

My techno ringtone on my Kyocera cell phone rings while I was applying my mascara. It's Erik, my beloved boyfriend's brother. He wants a ride to the ferry, we're both going into the city today. Sure why not!
We get to the ferry at 8:00 (plenty of time we thought). "I don't like the look of those cones" Erik mumbles. You see,the ferry is the only source of transportation we have to get across to the big smoke. More people than not HATE and DESPISE this only option. And more often than not, they screw up a person's day quicker than a huge zit on the center of your face.
Just as we suspected "an OVERLOAD", a familiar term for BC ferries, meaning, not enough room for everyone on the Sunshine Coast to get on one boat therefore you have to wait 2 hours for the next sailing. Lovely.

1st of all I should tell you. I am going into the city to get my travel VISA for my visit to Indonesia. Office hours 9:30 - 12:30. How nice.
I have approximately 1 hour by the time I get into Horseshoebay to get downtown and find this office.

Okay so change of plans. Brett has to meet me there instead of me picking him up (to save time). It turned out alright while Erik and I waited. He filled up my gas tank and treated me to breakfast. We went back to the terminal in plenty of time to be the 2 or 3rd car in the line up. I'm feeling a little better about this day. It's sunny and not that cold. We're on the boat. Lets go upstairs for a cup of tea. I get my purse, lock up my car and realized my keys are locked in there too. hahahhahaha. Hilarious! Why don't I just jump off the boat now. While erik roamed around looking for a ferry guy I rushed to the Chief's Stuart's office and trying hard not to cry I told her what happened. Thank goodness that they are equipped for situations like this and had someone jimmy (is that what you call it?) my door open. Hooray!! 1 point for BC ferries.

We're sitting on the comfy chairs while the boat sails into the sea.....Gorgeous...
Sipping on delicious home brought tea compliments of Erik, I had another realization: WHERE'S MY WALLET? Off I go to the car deck in search of my black, pink trimmed money holder. It was in my trunk. Hahahaa. Why? who knows why. ok - I'm alright. We're almost there. Not as relaxing as I wanted to ride to be.

We're on the road again. Off the Indonesian Consulate office on ALBERNI st.

TO BE CONTINUED....
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Monday, December 13, 2004

Kaliya


Well....I soon changed my mind the day I got the phone call that my sister was in the delivery room. I rushed off from my office, I remember everything in such detail... I had my polkadot dress on and I remember thinking how unpractical it was for me to have been wearing a dress, what if I had to run around and help the nurses out, or get the doctor or anything that required me in runners? I arrived at the hospital with this electrical feeling thru my body. I saw my little sister lying on that bed, ready, and calm, and beautiful. I wanted to cry. She is so brave. There was more people in that room than a mexican fiesta. Despite the amount of uncles and aunts and grandmas and grandpas that were there I was honored to be given the duty of the camera girl. I was responsible to tape one of the most important moments in one's life, I was quite nervous, what if I dropped the camera at that exact moment the baby's head came out? I would forever be the family's clumsy,stupid aunty.

Somehow...I managed. I collected myself together (a few puffs of that lovely laughing gas helped a bit I'm sure) I stood at the top of my sister's bed and shot beautiful face expressions of the 4 people allowed in the room. The baby's Dad, The Grandmas and The one lucky aunty - Me! I see through the lense that I'm not really handling this camera firmly, I couldn't believe the pain my sister was in. I wanted to do something for her but I didn't know what. My sister was obviously crying,and screaming,in the most ladylike way of course, followed with an apology... "I CAN'T DO THIS" !!! ( I'm sorry)..."THIS HURTS TOO MUCH" !!! (I'm sorry)..."I'M BURNING AND RIPPING" (pardon me)...

But 6 long hours later it was over, she did it. My little sister. A perfect labor doctors would say. A beautiful baby girl with black hair, perfect olive skin, and lips like a strawberry was born to the earth.

Still holding the camera in my hand I muttered "It's a baby...."

I couldn't believe my eyes,I couldn't believe the amount of happiness and tears I felt at the same time. Watching my sister's face when Kaliya was handed to her was the most magical thing I'd ever seen.

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Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Tea?

When you're feeling stressed out, I think it helps to make a nice hot cup of tea and then spill on the lap of of whoever's bugging you.

Cheers!
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Thought of the day

There is a very fine line between "Hobby" and "Mental Illness"
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

I think I am having a bad day

I am convinced that office equipments come to life after 5. In fact they're tricksters, pranksters, they love playing little games ...such as paper jams, lets shut down for no reason (I think this is their way of pouting),hide the file,and the latest...disconnect the telephone line.

I can hear them laughing at me. I feel them looking at me, snickering to one another. It makes me want to slap them right upside the head, kick em, pound em, smash them around. But this method of violence doesn't seem to work. So all I am left to do is UNPLUG.


Muahahahahahaha........Muahahahahahaha.........Mahahahahahaha........

Of course I'm gonna have to eventually turn the computer back on to check my email :}

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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Thank Goodness it's Wednesday

Lets talk about TV commercials. The typical person waits for a tv commercial for a bathroom break or snack break or a phone call. Even I can say I am typical this way. SOMETIMES. Like during my "I love TV Wednesdays" America's Next Top Model and The Bachelor. Frankly I could do without the commercials during those shows. But when I'm only watching TV for no specific show I find myself watching commercials. They're like mini movies or music video clips. I wait until whatever show it is that's on to take my little breaks.

Here are some of my favorites lately:
# 1 Extras Gum - I love that Irish gum! "See you at the finish line sweet pea!"
# 2 Glade Air Freshener(I think) - the girl that rips off the one on the wall, look at the expression on the guy's face.
# 3 Juicy Fruit - Guitar smashing!!
# 4 Geico - The Tiny House "Reality" show.
# 5 Glad Cling Wrap - I just like that Glad Guy in white.
# 6 Tim Hortons - Chili Bowl, the guy drawing a heart over 12:30 lunch.Love the 80's cheesy music in the background.

I'm afraid I've run out of things to write....





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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Snacks & Sleepiness

Chocolate covered almonds (the ones you buy to donate to parapeligic society)
Chips (Lays BBQ or Jalapeno)
Ice cream (with cake)
Gin & Tonic (when the sun is shining out there, so I pretend it's summer again)
Coconut bun (although I am almost at the point of over dosing)
Grapefruit cider...(reminds me of sitting with my mom in the front patio)

Listed above are some of the things I crave around 3pm everyday while I am at work, trying not to look at the clock. At this point I am in awe at how sleepy I am and how irritating and loud the ringing of the phone is. My head definetly weighs heavier than 8 pounds right now.

Afternoon sleepiness is a hazard to the office community. I know when I get instructions to do anything at this point I feel like that crazy caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland saying "Who....are you...........?" I said "Whooooooooo are you?

Our chubby & cute pomeranion dog Rosie is even experiencing the afternoon lull. Contrary to popular belief, "Afternoon sleepiness does not result from consuming a large meal". In Rosie's case it is.

Anyway...off I go for another cup of Maxwell House office style coffee.
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Monday, November 01, 2004

It's not easy being green.

So Brett & Mike treated me to my 1st live football game. I was excited as if I was going to a GAP sale. My pregame concern was what to wear. I wanted to look sporty you know - fit for the stands of a Lions Football game. I wore a bright green jersey top with a pair jeans and my new cream colored hat! I was very happy with it.

When we got to the game I knew it was gonna be as exciting as I anticipated. People were waving around flags, cheering, dressed in football jerseys in our home team colors - black & orange (I wished I had something orange to wear). But I also noticed a lot of people wearing bright green, just like my top, so I was secretly thinking hey...this green color is probably a cool football color until some guy draped in a green flag, with a green face gives me a thumbs up and yells "Go ROUGH RIDERS!!"

What? Who are they? Then like a black cloud coming over me...I realized that I am wearing the color of the opposing team. The Saskatchewan Rough Riders. Not that I have anything against Saskatchewan, my Grandma is from there. But really I am definetly more of a Vancouverite and very proud of it. So as I was sitting there, I see eyes of local fans glaring at me while I keep mouthing - I'm just wearing the wrong color, hehe.

The game was fantastic! Touchdown on the 1st minute. We were on fire!!! We had a few minutes left and Saskatchewan scores 22 points in less then 3 minutes putting them in the lead. Green fans were ectatic! and I was feeling even more green. Enough is enough. I took off my green jersey and decided to just wear the white shirt I had on underneath. I felt better instantly. And apparently so did the Lions cause they scored a 90 yard touchdown with only half a minute left, giving us a thrilling 40-38 victory over the rough riders!


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Friday, October 22, 2004

Nationwide Audience

PeriA and I came to a sad realization last night.

We don't have an audience. Nobody reads this blog other than the authors or the frequent commenters - you know who you are! We nearly cried ourselves laughing, not uncommon for us to do at meetings. Sometimes it's due to hunger, sleepiness, or lack of paying attention and resorting to silly thoughts like our blog, Ray Charles' blindness, shopping, how much money someone owes me...

Once again - who am I talking to?


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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

The China man trick

There's nothing more interesting than taking the #8 city bus in Vancouver.

Pretty typical for the # 8 bus to be packed mostly of the China Town population. From the cute little girls wearing hello kitty toques and t-shirts, teenage boys geared up in the hottest new sport brands with streakes on their longish black hair to the young women in Gucci and Versace knock offs.

Brett and I were sitting directly behind an older man. We sat looking at the back of his head. He was probably in his 90's. He wore what looked like a plain black baseball cap but then we noticed on the adjustable strap it read "DANGEROUS". We wondered what the front of his hat looked like. Like most older chinese men, he had a lean physique, black hair with few grays and nice darker skin . He sat alone most of the ride, on the isle seat. Every few stops where the bus would pick up more people he'd have someone sit with him, much to his dismay. We noticed though that he refused to scoot over to the window seat every time. It became quite hilarious when a woman passenger would stand by him with tons of bags or parcels and wait for him to move in so she can take a seat but instead he'd take a big sigh and mummble something under his breath and in the smallest effort as possible he'd slightly move his legs over a tiny bit, just enough to let the person in. He did this probably 5 or 6 times. I don't know why but I liked him for it.
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

The color

It's not uncommon for girls to like the color pink. It's sweet, pretty and very feminine. For me this color has become an addiction. I hesitate to give any other color a chance. When I step into a store, my hand automatically reaches to the pink shirt, shampoo, note pad, even a toothbrush.

I 1st became associated with PiNk when I was labeled "Pink & Pop" in a surprise interview I received after I entered a cattle call for Popstars. Yes. POPSTARS. I wore a simple pink halter top to the audition. With only 5 song choices I sang "Dancing Queen" by Abba - I don't know why cause I can't stand that song. Moving on....so my photo along with a headline that read "I WANNA BE A POPSTAR" was on the PROVINCE newspaper. I didn't end up wanting to be a popstar that bad though, not bad enough to do Britney Spears dance moves. So....I got cut. I was out of there. "We will not be putting you through to the next round at this time" the judge said sincerely. At this time? Maybe next week? Why do people say that? Like this one time I went shopping for a lamp. I noticed that it had a tiny crack on it so I asked if I could get a discount, 10 or maybe 5 % off. The lady at the counter said to me: "We will not be giving you a discount at this time." Oh...Ok, so if I come back in a few minutes maybe you'll reconsider?
I bought the lamp anyway, I had to. It was only $10.

Back to Pink. I have organized my files at work according to color. Thanks to 101 Business Supplies . Pink folders means our listing, our sale, which means more $$. Next topic.

Until then...
Keep Fit and Have Fun - BodyBreak by Joanne Macleod and Hal Johnson. Are they married??


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