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Reading Eat, Pray, Love and find myself Praying for someone who Loves to Eat as much as I do...

Fun Friday

Got home from work and relaxed a bit before heading out to Earl's to meet up with co-workers to catch the PPV Canucks game. Called 416.905 to catch up a bit. Then picked up bff from the skytrain station since it was pouring rain.
Had a great time, some good sushi and dry ribs and a few glasses of vino. Finally starting to feel like a part of the crowd at work, the Burnaby crowd at least.
Got a last minute call from an old friend and we headed out to see Paranormal Activity...and a midnight showing at that! Don't remember the last time I saw a midnight show...come to think of it, don't remember the last time I watched a movie in a theatre. How pathetic. He got me a shooter glass from his trip to Regina...the Saskatchewan Roughriders...I know it's football, right?
Also got him to lend me a book The Lost Symbol, can't wait to get into it. Came home and had another glass or two of wine before hitting the sack.

If

Once, someone asked me to read to him...I felt weird reading out loud, seems like something you only did in school. But I was touched that he liked the sound of my voice, so I did it.
This was the poem:

If - by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

—Rudyard Kipling

The poem's end is the only thing I don't like. I don't want to be a man, I want to be a person!

The word If is so loaded...
I'll love you only if you do this for me, or
if only you could change, I would love you.
Made myself my usual comfort food dinner...chicken wings with hearts and giblets.I know it probably turns most people’s stomach, but I can’t help but crave and love it! Had to make rice too, because, really, how else are you going to soak up the sauce?
Had a fairly early night and a nice uneventful one. Turned off the TV and just chilled with some Café Del Mar and a very old “in Touch” magazine.

Saucy Saturday

Didn’t get too much done during the day today but was craving BBQ duck. Managed to find it at Au Wing Kee on Kingsway, and it was pretty good. For me, that means that the fat is easily removable! After that, I had to go home and review all the strata documents that were provided to me by the seller, and make extremely detailed notes on what questions to ask.
Went out to Sun Sui Wah for dinner, as I was craving Squab! And they also had a special on prawns – I was in heaven. Only downer…there was a 40 minute wait for the table, and we all had to suffer through some very boring wedding speeches, invited guests or not…Oh, and they thought we skipped out on the bill when we all went for a smoke after dinner. We asked them to pack the food and had about a half a bottle of wine left on the table. He came out to see if we were smoking, but for some silly reason, the waiter didn’t recognize us. I guess it shows you the level of service we were getting, right?
After that, the party continued at Circa. Since I’d already eaten, I only had a bit of wine. However, everyone who ate there thought the food was horrible. Only the edamame got a good review, and it’s pretty hard to screw THAT up! Headed over to Ginger afterwards…wow, do I ever feel old! Clubbing is too weird for me now…loud, obnoxious, and people that talk way too loud!

Gangland Slayings in the 604

Everyday, I receive breaking news alerts from The Province, and everyday, it's been one shooting after another. The only difference is that today, I actually got some news re: the budget, and even that was bad news. It's shocking to a recently transplanted 905/416er...I thought crime was LOW in the 604. Just yesterday, there was the shooting of a mother who was in the car with her child. And then this evening, there was another shooting on Fraser. Sigh, this bloodshed has to end...

Reading Time!

Almost finished a whole novel today...what a nice mellow day. Sue Grafton is one of my favourite author, her heroine, Kinsey Milhone, is such a strong character. The writing is easy to read, making the whole book fly by.