I LOVE TXT MESSAGING!

Chantel: "Hey! Are you back in Richmond?"
Me: "I am, actually."
Chantel: "Want to go to Queensborough Landing again tomorrow?"
Me: "Sure!"
Me: "No, wait! I have plans!"
Chantel: "LOL! Well, when am I gonna see you again?"
Me: "Well, I'm free before 2 pm. Want to go early then?"
Chantel: "I can only get the car after 11:30 though, unless you can drive?"
Me: "Sure, I'll pick you up! Is it just the two of us?"
Chantel: "Yes, if that's OK. Or I can ask more people from McNair."
Me: "Actually I prefer that it's just us. I'm antisocial that way."
Chantel: "Lol. What time do you want to go? 10:30 sound good?"
Me: "Yep! Btw, it's awesome that we live so close. It's so convenient to drop each other off."
Chantel. "Haha I know eh!I think if I stick my head out the window and yell loud enough, u'd be able to hear me!"
Me: "I'm sure about that actually! You should do it! I have my window open!"
Chantel: "No my moms sleeping and she'd probably murder me lol"

Me: "...What time am I picking you up again?"

My dad still doesn’t like PiPi very much. He throws peanuts to PiPi when she looks at him eat, but when she shakes or scratches herself my dad gets angry because he says PiPi probably has fleas or something.

 

Finally, I stuck a silver dragon emblem onto my car!
Farhad bought me another one after I stuck mine onto my laptop.

I wanted to stick this one on the outside... But after I spent an hour test-sticking it on different places with masking tape, I realized there just wasn't a good spot.
So it ended up inside the car, on the dashboard in front of the front passenger.

And I still have two more of these emblems, because after Farhad gave me one I went crazy and bought two more cause I had this fabulous idea that I would have a dragon infested car. Except I think I might just stick them onto my purses or something.

So if my car, laptop and purses met, they would know they might belong to the same person and be nice friends to each other.

Farhad: When you print the dragon on your wheel cover you have to be careful it doesn't get distorted by the groove on the surface.
Me: "There's no groove."
Farhad: "What? The cover is flat?"
Me: "Yep."
Farhad: "Are you sure?"
Me: "I've been looking at my car for days."
Farhad: "Wow, that's perfect then."
Me: "Yep."

Anyway, I was walking back to my car at Richmond Centre...
Looking at it from far away, getting closer and closer...
And then I was like... "WTF?"

It's not flat.
There's a groove on it.

So I was brushing my tongue last night.
Obviously using my toothbrush and not a "tongue brusher" because wtf?

As usual I was using brute force combined with great speed to save time.

I feel some bits of pokiness but I disregard it.

Then as I am rinsing out my mouth I see that the water is red...

...Very red...

... For a long time.








Why I like to txt message my sister:

Me: "I'm home for 2 weeks and Mom and Dad are going away."
Sister: "When and for how long?"
Me: "This week, for 4 days."
Sister: "Cool!! Muah ha ha."
Me: "...Um. That scares me."
Sister: "Lol! Let's party!"
Me: "I don't have any friends."
Sister: "Well its just you and me then or we can throw a party and invite our semi-friends and pretend to be popular."
Me: "Sounds like a plan."

So now with those security questions that ask "What was the model of your first car?" I WILL FINALLY HAVE ANSWER!!!

I switched the license plate frame for my customized one.
...Which took surprisingly long.

Like, an hour long.
Cause I kept adjusting it and re-doing the customizable letters on the frame like a nerd.

My mom said, "Wow, this is a big project."


Sticking some dragon chrome emblems on...

Farhad: "You are sticking it onto the back of the car?"
Me: "No, probably beside the door handles."
Farhad: "They might fall off easily there."
Me: "Or in front of the car. Then it will be just like the BMW thing!"
Farhad: "I see."



So tomorrow Farhad is going on a road trip northward job-hunting.
He has asked me to go along repeatedly for the last two weeks.
Because it will be gorgeous scenery and fun fun.

It would have been fun for my outdoor-girl side.

But I don't think I have an outdoor-girl side.

A part of me is telling myself that eventually I should shed this city-girl stubbornness and experience the wilderness.

But I don't think I will.

Boo hoo, sob sob, bears and crawling insects.

Farhad and I are eating bowls of fruit.

Me: "I don't like the cherries."
Farhad: "Why?"
Me: "They make my throat bumpy."
Farhad: "Oh."

I am aware that he is thinking about the 4000 things I am allergic to.

5 minutes later.

Farhad: "These cherries make my throat bumpy."
Me: "REALLY?"
Farhad: "No."
Me: "Argh."



Why I love Mythbusters.

(Whilst floating on styrofoam in a pool, dressed like a ninja) Adam: "I'm stealthy like the night."
Jamie: : "......"
Adam: : "Don't I look like silent death?"

So Nina and I went to Aberdeen in search of the awesome Wind Sand Chicken Wings.

We passed by a store with a pretty pink bag in the window.
I go in to ask how much the bag costs.

The lady says that it is $80, right now it is 20% off.

I stare at her blankly.

Then she tells me that 20% off $80 is $64.

I nod in appreciation.


The bag looks something like this.




I am considering because it actually goes on the shoulder to drape to your hip.
Unlike most of the purses I have now that require holding or arm-hanging.

It also looks real nice on the inside.
Although I still have to come up with a way to show that off.

I'm thinking that maybe if the lady is willing to sell it for cheaper I would buy it.
Like $50.
Except I'm pretty shy about bargaining.

Perhaps I need to go with a brave soul.
With mad bargaining skills.
Like my mom.
Except she would not approve of me buying another pink bag.

Life is so difficult.

Okay, so it looks like I am FINALLY getting a car.
Being in a traditional Chinese family does have its merits!!


I looked around Richmond Auto Mall with my dad.
Meaning we looked at the CR-V and the RAV4.

Then I agreed with my dad that we were going to go home and think about it.

Except I had already secretly decided that I wanted the RAV4.


A week later we have agreed to buy the RAV4 from a guy named Don.
He is the guy who sold my mom her Lexus.

He is selling the RAV4 to us for $700 dollars cheaper, plus we would get the car 6 weeks sooner than we would have if we bought from the Toyota dealership.


I am getting it in WHITE.



Because...

At the Auto Mall:

Me: "Do you know how much it would cost to have the car come in pink?"
My Dad: "!?!?!"
Car salesman: "Um, you'd have to get it as an after service, we wouldn't do it."
Me: "Okay, but if I were to go get that done, do you know how much it would cost me?"
Dad: "!!!!!!!"
Car salesman: "I'm not sure."
Dad: "You want the car in pink? Why?"
Me: "So it's pretty."
Dad: "... It would be too hard to sell when you don't want it anymore."
Me: "Hmm... well, I was deciding on getting the car in pink, or having the spare wheel cover customized."
Dad & Salesman: "Get the spare wheel cover customized."


Thus, I'm planning to get the spare wheel cover personalized.
Here's what the cover looks like originally.





Here's what I want it to look like.





Obviously my picture editing skills need some improvement.
But at least this is the general gust of it.

And my car won't be pink.

What the hell!
The music video for "When You're Gone" by Avril is soooo sad!
I was not prepared for this.




On a less sad topic, I pimped my laptop.
With Erica. Because she said yes when I asked her to do it with me.

This is a "before" picture of my laptop.
With Erica in the reflection.





This is another "before" picture of my laptop.
Without Erica in the reflection.






This is a "before" picture of Erica's laptop. Also known as my old, rejected, cast-off laptop.





These are my supplies.
Nobody sold silver gems, so we had to get silver gems that said wonderful things like "Girlfriend" and cut the gems apart.
Because if you were somebody's girlfriend you'd want a 99 cents shiny gem sticker so you don't forget.
The nice, lined up, not-saying-anything blue gems were 2 dollars a sheet, though.



And obviously I went to a metal shop and cut a piece of aluminum and molded it into that dragon.
Or perhaps it is a car emblem that I may or may not have bought from Wal-Mart for $10.



This is my laptop halfway through the pimping process.





Closeup.





And then after roughly two hours of pimping, I am finished.






This is Erica, half an hour after I was finished.
She keeps going for another hour or two to finish the whole thing.
It does look very nice and girly in the end though.

Slipped on stairs two days ago and fell on my tailbone.
Agony, agony.

I sit and stand at very weird angles and walk slowwwly with a shuffle.
Farhad supports my back with his hand.

I'm pretty resigned to the fact that people seem to think I'm pregnant.




We went to Downtown today with Farhad to renew his passport.

We drove from Chilliwack to Burnaby.


It was a long and boring drive for spine-injury lady Annie.




We parked at Brentwood and skytrained to Vancouver.


This is outside the passport building place.
There was a bit too much sun.
But I was covered in sunscreen and there was very little outdoor walking.




I was very happy about this trip because afterward we went to eat from a hot dog vendor.
Sooo yummy.
If I had to choose between shopping downtown or eating a hot dog downtown, I don't know what I would do.
Go insane, probably.

Then we went to Pacific Center and I bought a pair of really cute pink flower earrings from the Charming Designs kiosk.
I also wanted a headband, but I didn't buy it.

Soooo we had another garage sale.









I think the individual who was happiest about this would be PiPi.






Because due to the fact that she is so very, very cute...








...Everyone stops to play with her.

Farhad and I are shopping in the mall.

I am looking around in Bluenotes.

A fat boy is sitting.
Looking fat.

Very fat.

We see him.

We stare discreetly at his fatness.

Farhad: “His breasts are almost as big as yours.”

Me: “…Almost, but not quite.”

 

We are considering what gift to buy for Farhad’s ex-manager.

Farhad: “What do you think I should get her?”
Annie: “A gift card to metrotown?”
Farhad: “We already got her that as a team.”
Annie: “A book on management? A big box of chocolates?”
Farhad: “It has to be memorable.”
Annie: “Why not something useful?”
Farhad: “……”
Annie: “A gift card to restaurants near her workplace?”
Farhad: “Think outside the box.”
Annie: “People think inside the box because it will actually be useful.”
Farhad: “…”
Annie: “Why does it have to be so creative?”
Farhad: “Because I’m a creative kind of guy.”
Annie: “…So then why are you asking me?”
Farhad: “……Because I’m not that creative.”
Annie: “……”

Farhad: “…Nevermind… I’m probably not going to get her anything anyway.”

Erica and I decided that we would make a casserole together.
I wasn't sure what a casserole was.
But Erica seemed to know.
It is a dish where you shove pasta and other things in.

So we decided that we will put chicken, spinach, parsley, cheese, tomato paste, carrots, pasta.
We pre-boiled the pasta and carrots (diced) until it was all cooked.
And also quick-fried the chicken (diced).

Then we put it all into a metal pan in layers and then put it in the oven.

It was pretty good, except for the fact that some of the spinach was not fully cooked.

But we were very surprised at how successful it was even though we were too lazy to find a recipe.



This is us outside Save-On-Foods before we go buy fabulous ingredients for our awesome casserole.
I don't noe why I found the situation so amusing.
Maybe I was just showing off how amused I can be even if the situation is not amusing.







We took pictures of our faces before cooking.
In case we suffer horrible burns/explosions.






This is the quickly fried chicken.
Because we didn't know what temperature we needed the oven to be at.
So cooking the chicken beforehand may be smarter.
We are so brilliant.







Erica is doing dishes, so I thought I may as well help out by taking pictures...







Tsk. Stop eating for just one second, Erica!






Us sitting on her couch watching Bride Wars and eating.
Erica using my face to make her face look small as usual.