facebook helps with reception planning

right now the biggest thing left to do for heren's engagement reception is the table settings and it's driving me nuts! the parents took care of the adults since they know who the people will get along with, etc. and well, the kids were basically left to me. last minute add-ins and cancellations, has lead me to do some shifting around.

at one point i had to reference facebook. that's right, facebook was my saviour! i wasn't sure if one person knew people at a table i wanted to stick him on. so i went on facebook, found the kid's friends list, et voila - took it as a green light to add him to the table i wanted him on.

facebook: your free party planner. genius.

how to dance without looking like a twat

guys, take note!



Deanne Berry, the video choreographer behind that rude 'Call On Me' video, drops the dancefloor science

Don't be too fancy with your feet unless you know what you're doing. A simple platform is just a foot slide - feet together, then apart, then together, in time.

Most of your movement should be from the shoulders and the hips. good moves include the body roll, a kind of standing-up worm where you stick your head forward, then your chest, then your hips (you can also reverse it) the chest pop where you arch your back and pop your chest, the hair flick for girls and shoulder shake for boys.

If you don't know what you should be doing with your hands, stick them in your pockets or on your hips (although we're not so sure about the hips, though).

just enjoy yourself - it's amazing what you can get away with if you smile. you'll always dance better to a tune that you know. maintain eye contact, enjoy yourself and don't hurt anyone.

finally, ladies with a large chest should avoid boob tubes and get a decent sports bra, and everyone should stay away from backflips!

(Mixmag, December 2006, Page 81)

other club news i forgot

i forgot one essential story from friday night. there was a platform that a whole bunch of people danced on who either wanted attention or were looking for more space to dance. (i go wherever there's space.) so there was a girl who kept dancing at the edge of the platform on the stage. at one point, a guy i know (who was standing on the dance floor in front of the plateform) was trying to get her off the platform so that she'd dance with him, but she kept moving away. while telling him that it's not going to happen.. the girl came up out of nowhere and started grinding on me. ON ME! i just stood there in shock trying to figure out what she's doing and why ME?! after what felt like an hour of total embarrasment (remember.. this all happening on a platform so everyone in the club can see) she moved away and went back to dancing on her own. THEN when i bent down to make fun of the friend who was trying to pick up the girl who grinded me, said girl came up behind me and started feeling me up. SERIOUS! holy batman. if she did that to stave off the guys, well she's none to bright because that doesn't help her any. everyone knows guys love girl on girl action.

by the way, update on cute dancer guy at club. he's muslim - that's so not happening. BOO..

club shocked

since i haven't been out anywhere since my birthday, and my plans to attend rob's birthday bombed, i decided going out clubbing last night was a good idea - i was itching to go out dancing!

with my cousin dharmesh and his two friends we went to a brown jam - *sigh* brown jams. i have a love-hate relationship with brown jams. i get to dance to indian music, which is good, but they tend to have a horrible selection of anything dance.. and even a lack of pop songs. pop songs can be annoying, but there are quite a few that are fun to dance to.

we went to an after-party for a speed dating event. meaning most people there were single or pretending to be single :P they gave out glow necklaces at the door depending on your status (red - not available, blue - single & shy, green - single & wild). i of course took a whole bunch of blues because i was wearing and red shirt and was determined not to look like a christmas tree.

as the night went on, i had a fabulous time with dharmesh's friend vidhya because she loves to dance as much as i do. anyway, i was eyeing a brown guy - yes, that's right. me, miss white-washed girl, was eyeing a BROWN boy. only because he could dance better than the majority of guys there, which is typically the type of people i gravitate to. so at one point during the night, he came up, grabbed my hands and started twirling me, then tried to dipped me - this is where wonderfully co-ordinated me went down and came back up again as gracefully as possible. HA - yeah right! actually clutzy, walk into glass doors me almost ended up falling on the floor. luckily this guy had a good grip so i didn't end up falling. so i danced with him for a bit more. then he asks, "are you single?" which i thought was a dumb question considering i was wearing many BLUE (reminder: single & shy) glow necklaces around my waist. of course i tell him to look at my glow necklaces, and he quickly shoots back that there are no colours on my necklaces. does it really surprise anyone that the first thing that came to mind was "crappy glow necklaces since they only lasted about four hours" rather than "cute guy is interested in me!"? yeah, seriously. anyway, he asked for my phone number, which i gave. (lift your chin off the ground, yes i gave out my phone number.. to a guy.. who's brown.. in a club.. at a freakin' brown jam - can't really believe it myself.) then he tries to go in and kiss me. i put both my hands over his mouth and pushed him away. haha, yeah no surprise there.

now here's where the "social experiment" of sorts comes in. will he call? or will i get random calls from people in russia and nicaragua because he posted my number on the internet. hrmm.. we shall see.

SATURDAY/SUNDAY UPDATE: he sent me a text message on saturday morning. he did end up calling on saturday as well, but this is while i was in the car with my cousin hemita. i certainly wasn't going to start talking to a guy (who i met at a club) on the phone with my 14 year old cousin in the car.. forget the 14 year old part, i'm not going to do that with any family member in the car. after text messaging back and forth - i ended up talking to him today (sunday). he claims i was the only number he wanted and collected - gave me the scout's honour even! :P social experiement continues..

photobooth look-a-likes!

kenny found a great site! i've wasted too much time this morning on this :S

new year's horror-scopes

as with every type of new year, the newspaper publishes what you and others in your sign should expect for the coming year. i, as a rooster, had a very good one that talked about being very lucky, having a learning star, and getting much help from those around me. but when it came to the romances section, my horoscope went from the highest of highs to falling flat, face down on the pavement.

your romances will fall flat. ... your loneliness will make you more spiritual.

that's disconcerting.

anyway, i have another HOT date with sears tonight. this time it's with the repairman to fix the leaky fridge. wish me luck! hehehe.

valentine's workout

considering the title of this post and the fact i had a hot date with two sears delivery men - NOTHING HAPPENED :P get your head out of the gutter thank you!

all day at work on tuesday i was waiting for it to snow.. 2pm rolls by, still waiting.. 5pm hits, nothing, nada, zilch, zippo. no snow. i was really disappointed for two reasons: 1 - it's SNOW! who doesn't love snow? and 2 - i was planning on going to the house to shovel so that i would have less to do on wednesday night for my sears date.

well, my next plan of attack was to wake up at 4:15am, head to the house, shovel the snow, go to work. that idea quickly died when i woke up at 5:15am instead.

alright, now what? i cut my morning slothness in half and left for work half an hour early hoping to reach at 7:30am so that i could leave at 4pm. so i was able to get to work at 7:30am since the roads actually weren't that bad. i was told by the hr lady to leave work by 2pm since there's a lot of snow for me to shovel. i ended up leaving at 3:15pm.

anyway, three hours later the entire driveway was shovelled (except for half the snowplow pile at the end of the driveway which i left for my cousin dharmesh to do when he got to the house.

after writing all that, i seemed to have forgotten what the point was.. oh YES - the sears delivery men. right. well first of all, they would only talk to dharmesh. whenever i asked them a question they would only shrug. *glare* when it came time to sign for the delivery the guy pulled out a pen and paper and walked straight to dharmesh even though i was standing right there beside him (the delivery guy). now THAT pissed me off. dharmesh couldn't sign for it anyway since it's all under my name. they then asked me (omigod they spoke to ME!) where i wanted the boxes - in the front entrance please (despite their behaviour i was still polite). where did they leave them? on the driveway. :|

to top it all off, the sears guys were NOT even cute. gah, dumb and ugly is what i get for valentine's day.

welcome home pickle

i realised i hadn't been using my car's name, especially after i had a contest for it and all.. (note to self: i still owe jen her prize.) anyway, pickle is home now and i missed her dearly like you wouldn't believe! when i went to return the crappy rental car, the guy checked it but because it was so freakin' dirty he couldn't tell if there were any scratches. one point for reena. my brother made a point the other day, that i've been in a car accident in every city i've lived in: waterloo, ottawa, now toronto. so basically the next city i move to i should be prepared..

it's like barrhaven..

my finance person my family uses resides in ottawa (obviously) and he was able to offer us the best deal for a mortgage, so of course we went with him. since they need to have true sign copies of the mortgage agreement, they had arranged for me to meet with someone at a local branch here in toronto to sign. so i signed last week and of course while you sign you make conversation.

bank lady: so you're buying a house!
me: yeah, my brother and i are purchasing this together.
bank lady: oh, you're buying it for your parents?

hahahahahahahaha, i don't know how old i look.. but obviously she hadn't taken a look at my birthdate. unless i was some crazy business mogul, there would be NO way i could afford to buy a place for my parents..

me: not exactly. it's more for our own investment.

so we're signing, and she's going through each page and we get to the monthly payments.

bank lady: so this is what you're monthly payments are going to be, which you can easily offset with rent.
me: we're not renting.
bank lady: *shock* you're NOT renting..?
me: *giggles* no we're not renting.

at this point she has this look of disbelief.. and looks like she's trying to add two and two together.

bank lady: well i don't need to know the details of your personal life..

and we go back to the mortgage agreement. makes me wonder though.. i'm sure she thinks we're going to be running a grow-op or something out this house! hehe, it never occured to me that she didn't get i was going to actually LIVE in the house. i suppose i should have clarified that..

brazilian propaganda

my boss, a native brazilian, and i were discussing house stuff today during our weekly meeting. the whole issue of outdoor maintenance came up and i told him that i don't mind shovelling driveways in the winter but there is NO WAY i'm mowing the lawn in the summer. my boss, like most people, gave me a "what the fuck is wrong with you" look. i like snow, therefore snow shovelling isn't such a chore. i hate heat, therefore the thought of mowing a lawn disgusts me.

so my boss was telling me about the houses in são paulo, brazil. apparently having a lawn in the backyard is very rare since most people have ceramic as their entire backyard. which is nice because of the lack of maintenance, but is horrible when it rains since there aren't many places for the water to go. however, majority of people don't live in houses anyway. they all live in condos! oh be still my heart. i sadly lost in the battle of condo versus house in the residence purchasing game due to the chances we'd only break even if we sell the place in three years, so i would love to live somewhere where condo living is a majority rather than a minority..

top 5 reasons why getting rear ended is great

5. getting sympathy from people at work despite coming in late (the ladies at the front don't like late people)

4. you get a free car wash (the body shop can't fix a dirty car, now can they..?)

3. save mileage (it's like getting a bonus week on your lease)

2. the cops at the collision centre were watching coronation street (no worries about missing an episode while i wait)

1. i get to impress everyone with my cool rental car: a dodge caliber (this station wagon makes me feel like i should have screaming five year olds in the back seat while i drive to complete the picture..)