tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258792122009-02-20T21:15:29.514-05:00BlogSarahnoreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-91532255452742560032007-09-19T22:06:00.001-04:002007-09-19T22:17:36.190-04:00Has it really been that long?!I guess it really has been that long since I've blogged. To be honest, I never really thought I'd come back to this, but I guess every now and then I have the urge to spill my guts to complete strangers, most likely no one.<br /><br />School started 3 weeks ago, and I'm already overwhelmed with readings and assignments. Don't ask me why I'm doing this instead. Unfortunately, at this particular moment, I'm unable to keep my focus on my studies, my mind are on other things. I always hope that it would be easier done than said, but as you know, that's never the case. <br /><br />I'm usually apprehensive about writing about this particular topic, even though I know that the chances of him reading it is slim to none. But then again, you never know. I've always had the urge to post my link onto Facebook, but I never do in fear of this. You might ask, wow, she hides most of her feelings from him...well, not exactly the case. He knows exactly what I want, yet, somehow I know that he won't be able to give it to me, at least not until the current situation changes. A part of my wants to 'stick it out', but most of me wonders how much longer I can continue waiting, and compromising.<br /><br />This morning I woke up on the brighter side, but that quickly changed at the end of our conversation over the phone before he went in for work. Well, looks like I can't really blog about this anymore as it's just making me feel even more depressed.<br /><br />Apologies for the depressing comeback. As if anyone's really reading this right now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-9153225545274256003?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-86867097951762434632007-05-10T10:58:00.000-04:002007-05-10T11:19:53.537-04:00Allergies SuckAfter having gone through days of sneezing and walking around with a very irritated nose and stuffy head, I've come to the conclusion that I have allergies, and so did the doctor. I've missed two days of work, so I had no choice but to visit Jo's doctor, who charges $15 for a note even if you've gone to see him for a check up, what a rip-off. I really needed that doctor's note though, I hate calling in sick sometimes, and if I do, I like giving them a note so they know I'm not playing it. The doctor prescribed me some pills, and said I should be feeling better in two weeks. I admitt, he's not the best doctor around, he didn't even give me an allergy test, so realistically, he was just assuming that because trees are blooming, I must be allergic to pollens and stuff. Could be the case, but I want to know exactly what I'm allergic to. Even though he gave me prescriptions, I decided not to buy it. <br /><br />I went to work yesterday, and everything was cool with my manager. There were some issues that I needed to speak to her about. Like I said, I had called in sick two days and had people to cover for me. As it turns out, one girl decided to call in sick too, an hour before the shift started. The thing is, she confirmed with me that she'd take the shift the night before, and I told her I'd confirm with her the next morning after I'd call into work saying that she'd be taking my shift instead. The following day, I couldn't get a hold of the girl, even called her house phone and left a message with her dad, I must've sent her a million text messages, and her cell phone was off. The only reason why I found out that she didn't come in was because she emailed me that night, and I didn't get it the following day. Shit. So when I went into work yesterday, I spoke to my manager and she told me not to worry, she said she didn't believe that girl was really sick, and she has a reputation for being stupid. So, although work can be a bitch because of all the cranky customers we get, my management team is still the bomb. <br /><br />In other news...hehe. Apparently, Jo's elementary friends are planning a little get together. Well, it was his ex that initiated the whole thing, and also his ex that said 'No kids/partners, just us'. What was that supposed to mean? See, I never really understood this. Jo said not to worry because they're all just going to 'catch up' on things and 'hang'. Well, ok, that I understand, but what the fuck? Y'all can't do that with your significant others around??? One time Jo went out with his buddy and his girl-friend, it was her birthday, and the three of them decided to go out, which is cool. What's uncool is that Jo didn't even ask me. All of a sudden I call him and he was out already. Of course I was pissed. Here's the thing, I don't get out much, because of school, work and what not. So, I wouldn't mind going out once in a while. Also, when I ask to go out, he's never in the mood, so we NEVER go out. Towards the end of the night when I called Jo, his girl-friend decided to scream into the phone saying, 'You guys are always together, why don't you let him out for once?' Shit, I never liked her from then on, and I never will, and I don't care if she's a lesbian. Yes, she is, as what Jo says. Oh ok, so now she's a lesbian, it's ok? I still didn't like what she said over the phone, the nerve of that bitch. First of all, I do let him go out, I just don't appreciate it when I'm not invited because I always invite Jo to any of my outings. So he can go to this 'gathering' of theirs in June, but I'll be pissed as hell, no matter what he says.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-8686709795176243463?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-35069710362455581412007-05-08T14:33:00.000-04:002007-05-08T14:49:11.094-04:00Bummed OutLike the new layout? <br /><br />The weather is beautiful outside. It is finally warm enough to leave the hoodies in the closet today. I really should be out there, enjoying the weather, walking the streets of downtown Toronto, but nah, I'm really not in a good mood, and I haven't been for a week now. I always go through these moments, where I feel like I'm not so sure of everything around me. I'm still trying to figure that part out. A number of things, my family is pissing me off, and I'm so unmotivated to go to work. That's the word, un-motivated. I feel like there's just nothing out there for me. What's funny is that I'll go through these moments, mope around, and within a few days, I'm back to normal. <br /><br />We watched Spiderman 3 in IMAX on Sunday. I'd never been in an IMAX theatre, it was enormous! I only regret not watching 300 on that IMAX screen, what a waste. The movie was 'ok'. I've always liked Spiderman, but, there's something about Tobey Maguire, I can't pin-point it. I guess I was expecting more 'action' than 'lovey dovey' stuff.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-3506971036245558141?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-43008324855219103652007-05-01T14:43:00.000-04:002007-05-04T12:53:37.196-04:00Sweating = Good. Fighting = Bad.No. We didn't 'party-it-up' last Friday. I'm such a kill-joy. Don't get me wrong, I was really gung-ho about it. The plan was to chill at Jo's place, drink & smoke, and head out to the party. But, as it turns out, I drank & smoked too much, when it came time to go out, I was just dead tired, and ripped. Besides, I had to work the following afternoon anyway, I think if I had gone out, I would've been dead at work.<br /><br />So here I go again with the fitness thing. Yesterday, Mom was bugging about how all her old Jane Fonda workout videos are gone, either they're missing or they've just been so used that the quality of the video is horrible. I told her how I saw some re-released DVD's of hers at Best Buy, she got so excited she wanted me to go get it. Of course, being the wonderful daughter that I am, I bought it for her, not just one, but two. Plus, I managed to get something for myself, Tae Bo cardio. I thought it would be nice to add to my exercise collection, since all of them are just about toning and none for cardio. This morning I popped Tae Bo in the DVD player, and my God! I swear I've never seen myself sweat profusely! It was hardcore-nonstop action. I was literally running out of breath. And because it was my first time, I didn't do all the moves to it's highest degree, I figured I'd take it easy for a bit and then go all the way. I know I've said this before, but, I think this time I really need to committ myself to this, it'd be a good idea since I think I'm already 20 pounds overweight. Ouch. <br /><br />Last night Jo and I had a fight. Very unusual. We were both cranky and tired and it just got the best of us. That morning Jo asked me if I'd like to come video tape his bowling so he'd analyze it later one. I really didn't want to, but I said sure, since he said I could take the car home. Fast forward to that night, I really couldn't video tape him since all kinds of people we walking around, blocking my view, and I wasn't about to go down into the bowlers area to sit there and tape him, I just wasn't in the mood. Not in the mood for anything, even the common chit-chat. Mind you, for us, the bowling alley is like the red carpet. When you come in, everyone stops to say 'Hi' and catch up on things. Even when you're spectating, people are still approaching and giving kisses on cheeks and what not. Don't get me wrong, on any other given day, I really don't mind it, it's always nice to see familiar faces, but today, I just didn't give a fart. I told Jo from the moment I picked him up that I was hungry. So we made plans to eat after bowling. During league though I got so bored, I upped and left for the mall (that's when I bought the Jane Fonda DVD's). I came back and they had one more game left. As soon as he was done his game, he chatted a little and I motioned for him to go. We left, and in the car we were back and forth about where we were going to eat. I said it really didn't matter, I just needed something in my stomach. So, long story short, we ended up at McDonalds, then a Sushi place, and finally Wendy's. At Wendy's he blew up, he wondered why I couldn't make up my mind about where to eat. (Let me clear things up first...He drove into McDonalds asking if it was ok, I said it was fine. He asked if I was sure, and knowing that there was a Wendy's just down the street, I said I'd rather have that. So he spotted a sushi place, he drove in, 'coz I know he'd rather have sushi, they were closed. We ended up at Wendys...)I told him already that I didn't care, and I didn't understand what all the big fuss was about. Then he yelled and said some shit like, 'I don't even want to eat, I wanted to bowl some more.' That was it, I blew up too. I yelled back and I told him he should've told me, then I wouldn't have waited for him because I knew he'd want us to eat together, I would've grabbed my own food while he was bowling, and that I was just thinking about him. Now that I was crying I told him I wasn't hungry anymore. He replied by saying he'd had enough of my games. Shit. I told him I wasn't fucking playing games with him. He asked me again what I wanted, and I said I wasn't hungry. He backed out of the drive thru and we drove in silence until we exited the highway. He parked the car by the curb, and suddenly he was apologizing. He said he should not have yelled at me, and he just lost it, and he was sorry. I told him not to worry about it, and I told him he should've told me he wanted to stay, because if that was the case then I would've jumped in the car, grabbed some eats and eat at the alley. Plain and simple. Anyway, we ended up with McDonalds at 10:30pm. <br /><br />These are the kind of fights Jo and I have, usually something stupid but it rarely ever happens. I'm glad for that because I had fighting with him. I hate fighting period. We were pretty much ok by the time we got home, and that's always the case, when we fight, it usually doesn't last for more than an hour, thank God.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-4300832485521910365?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-90375171628343984392007-04-27T13:02:00.000-04:002007-05-08T10:50:28.503-04:00School's Out!Thank God it's Friday! What's even better is that school is out! But why out of all days, does it have to rain today? Jo and I were gonna party-it-up tonight, and I hate going out when it's raining, it just ruins my mood, always. <br /><br />Upon finishing this semester, there are a few things I need to take care off, life management stuff, sheesh. Why do things have to be so complicated?!<br /><br />A. Have to speak with payroll dept. at work for tax related stuff. <br />B. Pay off student loan. <br />C. Pay off my laptop. <br /><br />Hmm. I guess that's about it. I think I'm in for a pretty boring summer. No trips this year. Jo and I are planning to visit the Philippines next year, so I have to save up for that. So much for the Europe backpacking trip :( It's either/or. Can only do one. Totally sucks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-9037517162834398439?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1176742943516520672007-04-16T13:00:00.000-04:002007-05-08T10:49:40.618-04:00Unbelievably S.T.R.E.S.S.E.D.Does it help that everything seems to be happening all at once? Financially that is? I wonder if this is what life is like back home...<br /><br />Bills. Exams. Work. Fuck. I'm due for a vacation, already...Not to mention physically exhausted...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-117674294351652067?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1176304823115315542007-04-11T11:04:00.000-04:002007-05-08T10:52:12.504-04:002007 RecapI'm really looking forward to updating 'Media'. I've seen a ton of movies in the last few months, a lot of shit ones and really good ones, safe to say that I am now an official Leo DeCap. fan! <br /><br />Otherwise, things have been regular. Sleep. Eat. School. Work, and some Play. 2007 crept up quietly behind my back, until of course, February came along! That's when my babe and I got to go to the Cayman Islands. Damn, it was beautiful! Luxurious, and deliciously hot. ;) After that experience, I feel like I'll be missing white sandy beaches forever. Even just talking about it makes me sigh. The food was great, the atmosphere was great, everything was awesome. I guess the only thing really missing from the trip was a marriage proposal. HAHA. In my wildest dreams...<br /><br />In March, I became a godparent for the first time ever. It was flattering, and a totally different experience all at the same time. I'm not Catholic, so, I'm not aware of all the practices that goes on in the church, I didn't even know what to do! Thank goodness there wasn't really much to do. <br /><br />Oh, 2007 has also been the worst with regards to my dental expenses. In January I had a wisdom tooth extracted, which left me pretty much out of commission for a good 2 weeks, I'm only disappointed that I only lost 2 pounds. (It felt like I was supposed to lose 10 pounds because all I could eat was soup, literally.) Then last month I had to get a root canal, which by the way, is worse than having an extraction. In the midst of all of this, I had to find a new dentist, because my old one was a complete bimbo. A total of $2,500 is what I'm spending so far on everything that needs to be done. Nice eh?<br /><br />So, it's hard to <em>not</em> be stressed about money, considering I have a ton of bills to pay. If I'd known I'd be spending so much on my teeth, I wouldn't have bought my laptop in March. Damn.<br /><br />Honestly, I just want summer to finally be here so I don't have to be so cold, that'll help relieve some stress for sure.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-117630482311531554?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1160744934471645682006-10-13T09:04:00.000-04:002007-05-08T10:55:15.910-04:00Zapped...It's that time of the year again...everyone's getting sick, it's cold, and I'm feeling gloomy. Nice way to start off a blog huh? I'm having one of those days again...or maybe, things just haven't been going so smoothly lately. A lot of things have been going through my mind. I feel like that song, 'LA LA LAND', like I've just gotten a million of my brain cells zapped. I think I'm just about to go insane. I often wonder why things happen the way they do, or why they don't happen. They say everything happens for a reason, but then again, who are 'THEY'? Don't worry, I'm moody, this could all change within a split second.<br /><br />Lets forget about me for a second...<br /><br />I wonder how my friend and her family is doing back home. S. was my childhood best friend, and I recently found out from D. (another childhood bestfriend) emailed me with bad news that S.'s younger brother passed away due to complications after having his appendix removed. I was shocked, and I couldn't help but sob. It's unfortunate that these things in life happen...and so the question again, why did this have to happen? What's the reason behind it?<br /><br />I think I'm due for a spiritual awakening. I haven't gone to church in so long, I can't even remember the last time I was there. I need some reassurance. I need to regain my faith in YOU.<br /><br /><a href="http://sarah.jeddahfalcons.com/enterprivate.html">Private</a> section updated.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-116074493447164568?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1157987272927747052006-09-11T11:05:00.000-04:002007-05-08T10:56:39.323-04:00StressedI am so unbelievably stressed right now. I hate being stressed about money. I'm working like a fucking dog, and I can't enjoy a fucking penny of my paycheck. Click on <a href="http://sarah.jeddahfalcons.com/enterprivate.html">Private</a> for details.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115798727292774705?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1157807258112035492006-09-09T08:58:00.000-04:002007-05-08T11:05:30.562-04:00Gross, I can't belive I saw that...Sorry for not having updated in a while. I've been busy with work the last few weeks, and last week we were back to school.<br /><br />Let me tell you about the recent stagette I had to go to...It was the first time that I had ever been in a stip club. Let me just say I was not impressed, nor entertained. At first, I was intrigued, but after a while it got really boring. It was just the same shit over and over again. And why is it that I had to see an un-circumsized dick that night?! Gross. To make things worse, we ended up in a gay strip club, we hadn't realized. 95% of the people in there were male, also the strippers were gay. Eventually, we all got bored and ended up clubbing. So, would I ever go to a strip club again? Probably not.<br /><br />The first week of school was pretty frustrating. I had to go to the Financial office to take care of my loan and a book bursary that I got approved for. Why was it that I was in line for over an hour and didn't get in? I even came in early before class. I figured I'd get all my shit done and just go to class. And R. this girl I really cannot stand, was 3 people in front of me in the line, and she texts me asking if I'm staying in line or going to class. Fuck. Why waste 15 cents, just come up to me and ask. Anyway, I went to class and so did she, she just came in for the course outline and didn't bother staying for lecture. She wanted to go back into the line. The nerve of this girl, before she leaves, she asks to borrow my notes. That was on Tuesday, I haven't given her my notes yet. She asked me the next day and I told her I didn't have my notes. What does she think? She can just do whatever the fuck she wants because she knows I'm serious about my studies and I'm always in class so she can rely on me? Well, up her ass. Stupid bitch.<br /><br />So much for a happy 'I'm back to blogging' post...LOL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115780725811203549?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1155921276828203802006-08-18T13:08:00.000-04:002006-08-18T13:14:36.843-04:00Private section updated!New posts in <a href="http://sarah.jeddahfalcons.com/enterprivacy.html">Private</a> section. <a href="mailto:sar2582@hotmail.com">Email</a> me for login information.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115592127682820380?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1155824169352252042006-08-17T09:49:00.000-04:002006-08-17T10:16:09.363-04:00Stupid Customers DayThe wedding was exhausting. From Thursday through Saturday I must've had only 6 hours of sleep. My dress did get altered and it turned out great.<br /><br />Since I got back from Belleville (which was where the wedding was held, about 1 1/2 hours drive from Toronto) I've been working like a dog. I might as well take advantage of all the hours I can get, since classes are beginning in a few weeks.<br /><br />Work has been so tiring too. Who thought being a cashier was easy? Customers yell at my face all the time.<br /><br />Stupid Customer #1: This old bitch was yelling in my face, right at the beginning of my shift, for a cart that she had left unattended, while she went to shop some more. When she came back her cart was gone, and she was frantic. I told her I wouldn't know where her cart was and if she told any of the cashiers that she'd be coming back for her stuff. She didn't tell any of the cashiers. We constantly have people visiting the cash area picking up unwanted goods to put back to stock, also, we can't have carts blocking our lanes. If there's no note on an item, then they just take it back. Us, cashiers, are too busy to be watching over people's stuff. So, generally you can't just leave your stuff unattended because we cannot guarantee it'll still be there when you get back. After telling her the process, she still went on saying how she doesn't understand why people would take her stuff. WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND BITCH?! I JUST EXPLAINED IT TO YOU! Then she went on to say that she can't go around the store anymore blah blah blah, because she's got visitors coming blah blah blah. Then she's like, I'd like to speak to your manager. Fine. I'm always more than happy to send them to my manager because, my manager will say the exact same thing I told her, so it's like telling the customer 'I told you so' without actually saying it. After having no success with my manager I led her to the very back of the store to see if she could identify her stuff. She's lucky she found her cart, and she was still ranting and raving on about her stuff. Ungrateful bitch.<br /><br />Stupid ass Customer #2: I'm scanning this customers items and she complains that she saw a pair of scissors for 99 cents instead of 2.99, so I call the department to make sure. I verified the item wasn't on sale, and she was complaining how there were signs 'plastered' all over the place, I explained to her the item may have been misplaced or she may have misread a sign. (after all, the store is huge, and the possibility of things being misplaced are great. So she said she didn't want it. I scanned a twin bed sheet for 49.00 and she said 'NO NO NO! That's 29.00, so once again I call the department and verified that it wasn't on sale. Customer was yelling and complaining how we're misleading our customers blah blah blah and how it's the second time it happened to her in one day, and she swears it was on sale, and that there was a sign right on top of it. I told her that I had already called, verified that it's not on sale, and there's nothing I can do, does she want the item or not. She doesn't want it so I void it. After the transaction she has the nerve to say to my back, that I have an attitude. Of course I ignored her, but deep down I wanted to punch her ugly ass face. She was the one giving me attitude. I just simply asked her if she wanted to purchase the item or not. I'm not going to stand there while other people are waiting in line, to listen to her complain and bitch about our prices. Then the lady next in line said I handled that very well and how I must have great patience. Sure.<br /><br />Really Stupid Customer #3: At our store we don't bag customers purchased items. They do it themselves. Bagging items is not a part of our job description. Besides the store is a self serve type store. A customer had just purchased a couple of items, and fully paid for it and walked away. I watched her leave and laughed to myself. I called out to her, 'Ma'am, don't you want the stuff that you paid for?' She turned around and was like, 'Oh oh! My gosh! I forgot! Haha!' Stupid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115582416935225204?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1155061467991001122006-08-08T14:18:00.000-04:002006-08-08T14:24:28.000-04:00Finally...a day off!I've been so exhausted since I started working. My new job is tiring and stressful.<br /><br />I went and got a nice facial this morning. It was very relaxing, and I hadn't done anything nice for myself lately.<br /><br />So, now I'm here at J's place, just loungin'. Enjoying the peace and quiet. I'm still feeling a bit sleepy now that I think about it...<br /><br />I have another busy week ahead of me. Only 4 days left until Kat's wedding. 2 more days until the stagette. I have to make a checklist of what I need to bring, otherwise I'll run the risk of forgetting something. Luckily I'm working a late shift tomorrow which means I still have time to run errands.<br /><br />Nap time...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115506146799100112?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1154361030586438112006-07-31T11:34:00.000-04:002006-07-31T12:06:16.393-04:00Running around like headless chickens...The weekend was insane, doing this, doing that, going here, going there, meeting people here and there, we practically drove the whole Greater Toronto Area, on Sunday alone we drove almost 100 kilometers. And why is it that the times that I need my stupid camera is when I decide to forget it at home and when I don't need it I have it on me?<br /><br />Friday - We watched The Devil Wears Prada. (I'll be posting my review soon after this) Got home pretty late, and went to bed at around 2:30am.<br /><br />Saturday - J woke up at 7:30am to get a haircut. I woke up at 8:30am to get ready for Chelsea's christening at 10am. J came home at 9:30, and we left at 9:55. I was already so tired because of sleep deprivation, and it was so hot at the church. After that we went to the reception and stayed for a few hours. Then we headed to the after party at Chelsea's house. Usually we end up chillin' there until after 12am, but this time I was so tired that I told J I wanted to go home. We got home at about 11pm.<br /><br />Sunday - I was looking forward to a day of rest, so much for that. We woke up at 9:30, got ready, had lunch, met Jason at Mississauga, then met RJ and Mark at Oakville, then had to go deliver some money to Charlie at Richmond Hill, then had to come back downtown because Jan was picking us up for her b-day celebration on a boat cruise. But before coming home we had to go to Walmart to buy some stuff that J's mom asked us to get. Got to J's house, had a little bit of dinner, Jan picked us up about an hour later, got on the boat cruise, got home at 12:30am.<br /><br />Thank goodness I'm not working until Wednesday. I feel like things have been so hectic lately, I haven't had time to do things for myself. I haven't had a chance to clean and organize my room. And I still have so much shit to worry about, the dress mostly, and I'm getting a little anxious that it hasn't been altered yet, with only 2 weeks left, I'm not sure if I have enough time. And it's somewhat irritating that the lady who's altering the dress doesn't seem to realize that this situation is time sensitive.<br /><br />On top of that, the college has been very unorganized with the way they're handling things. C. and I are constantly having to call in just to double check if we're registered and all this crap that we're really not supposed to be worrying about! And today I had to make a few calls to figure out if we're able to build our timetable or not, because I was told we couldn't, and now they're saying we can...I'm so frustrated...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115436103058643811?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1153835618431238392006-07-25T09:38:00.000-04:002006-07-25T10:16:33.503-04:00Untitled - how creative is that?My room's a mess, it's been neglected since we left for Las Vegas, and I've yet to tidy it up. I thought today was the day I'd clean my room, but I have to see Katrina's friend to get my dress altered. I think the place where she ordered the dresses from messed up. I know for sure the measurements I gave her had a little room in it, and the dress came in smaller, I can't even zip it up all the way. Hopefully Katrina's friend can fix that.<br /><br />18 more days until the wedding. Can't wait for the stagette! Haha.<br /><br />53 more days until Soly's wedding. Can't wait for that either! J and I are both part of the bridal party.<br /><br />Yesterday was my first day of training. It was pretty easy. By only a couple of hours after the shift started I started doing things myself. My trainer was chillin' after that! It's just a matter of getting used to all the codes and stuff. But I was definitely tired after the end of the shift. My lazy bum isn't used to working anymore. I honestly don't know what happened. I used to love working. When I was 19 I was working full time all the time! Now I just hate working. But this seems like a great company, and a friend hooked me up, so I can't let her down. Besides, I'm a broke student, I need the money.<br /><br />Updates: Added to <a href="http://sarah.jeddahfalcons.com/media.html">Media</a> and Private section.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115383561843123839?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1153503887599697792006-07-21T13:33:00.000-04:002006-07-21T13:44:47.613-04:00UpdateI ran for half an hour yesterday and went bowling last night. Does bowling count?! LOL. Tomorrow I go lane swimming, my favourite form of exercise.<br /><br />Today is orientation day at my new job. Can't wait to get busy again...and not be so lazy...<br /><br />I added some content to this boring site of mine. Since I love watching movies, I added a <a href="http://sarah.jeddahfalcons.com/media.html">Media</a> section for my movie reviews and stuff.<br /><br />PS. Thanks for the encouraging words Nina and Nikki, much appreciated :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115350388759969779?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1153337427891288702006-07-19T15:23:00.000-04:002006-07-19T20:04:52.513-04:00Summer Fizz<strong>[edit] </strong>It came to me as a shock. Twice.<br /><br />While on MSN today, A. who I haven't seen or spoken to in years, sent me a message. You know, the regular how's it going, what have you been up to...towards the end of the conversation she told me she saw my pictures from Las Vegas and said she almost didn't recognize me because of my weight gain. To be exact, she called me 'taba', after that she said she hoped I wouldn't get mad. I really didn't think anything of it because I knew I had gained weight, it wasn't like I was trying to deny it.<br /><br />A few hours later I decided to all my cousin in New Jersey. We started talking and she mentioned she saw my pictures. She wasn't as polite as A. (which is totally fine, I'd rather she be honest to me than lie) Ate was like, what happened! You're so fat! I really didn't think I looked that fat, at least I didn't look and/or feel overweight. So I asked her if I really looked overweight, and her reply was a yes with an exclamation point.<br /><br />I honest to God didn't think I looked that bad, or that I looked overweight. I've thought of myself as chubby rather than fat. Anyway, it totally turned my whole day around. I feel disgusted, lazy, ugly, and obviously overweight.<br /><br />I called J after my conversation with Ate and I asked him if I really was fat, and to tell me the truth. Of course he didn't say flat out that I was fat, but he did say that I had progressively gained weight over the last five years.<br /><br />I felt so sad, I really did feel like crying. <br /><br />It's time. It starts tomorrow. <strong>[edit]</strong><br /><br />My newest splurge...<a href="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/coolwater.jpg" target="_blank">Cool Water Summer Fizz</a> for Women by Davidoff. Love this fragrance.<br /><br />Notice I added a <a href="http://sarah.jeddahfalcons.com/enterprivate.html" target="_blank">Private</a> section to my blog. Obviously you'll need a password to view private posts, so you can <a href="mailto:sar2582@hotmail.com">email</a> me for that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115333742789128870?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1152917022924832702006-07-14T18:28:00.000-04:002006-07-14T19:39:45.053-04:00Vegas recapI don't even know where to begin. Vegas was fun. Although I wished we had more time to see everything. The tournaments took up a lot of our time. Since J paid for the whole trip, I felt it was only right to watch him bowl and support him all the way, even though there were times that I felt like taking off and go sight seeing or shopping myself, but of course, it wouldn't be the same without him.<br /><br />We visited the Bellagio, Ceasars Palace, New York New York, MGM, Aladdin, Luxor, Mandalay Bay, Venetian, Fashion Show Mall, Las Vegas Premium Outlet, M&M World, Coyote Ugly, Palms, I think that's it. I didn't take much pictures of the casinos itself, they all looked the same. But we took a lot of pictures outside and stuff.<br /><br />We stayed at the Orleans, where we saw a few members of Boyz II Men. Bern was able to take a picture with one of the guys (honestly, I can't remember their names!) but I didn't. I don't know, I guess maybe I was chicken or maybe I wasn't at all star strucked. Afterwards J asked me why I didn't take advantage of the opportunity. I posted some of all the pictures that we took while we were down there on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sar2582">Flickr</a> site, hopefully the pictures will speak for themselves about the trip.<br /><br />There are talks of going back next year. I'd like to go, but it depends. Too bad blogger won't allow private posts. There was so much drama too that I'd like to share, I'm just a little weary that someone who shouldn't read it might.<br /><br />I still feel so tired :(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115291702292483270?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1152731785124993472006-07-12T15:13:00.000-04:002006-07-12T15:16:25.133-04:00ExhaustedVegas was fun but very tiring. I uploaded some pics, not all, on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/sa2582">Flickr</a> account. We came back on Monday, and I'm still tired. I've got so much stuff to do, and deadlines are coming up. As much as I'd love to tell you about my trip, I just don't have the time to right now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115273178512499347?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1151669537425227112006-06-30T07:43:00.000-04:002006-06-30T08:13:45.986-04:00Vegas here I come!On Sunday we depart for Las Vegas, I can't wait! I've already started packing, but I realized that one luggage won't do for J and I. I don't know what I was thinking agreeing to that!<br /><br />I've been a little irritated with J this past week. The one thing I hate the most is when he says he's going to call at a certain time and he never does. He does this all the time. For example, last night, he called me and said he would call me back before he left for bowling (since his phone was dead). This was at about 8pm when he just got home, finally at 9:45pm I wondered why he hadn't called, so I called him and he had left already. Very common of him to do.<br /><br />I guess the bottom line is that when I need to get a hold of him, he's so hard to get a hold of. Last night he went bowling with his parents, but apparently left them there to go to the pro shop to pick up his other ball (last night was the night to do it because today we're supposed to be doing last minute errands, ie. laundry, exchange money, buy necessities. So when I called the alley his Dad answered and said he wasn't there, that he had to go to the shop. This was at around 10:30pm. I called because I wanted to let him know I realized that one luggage wasn't going to work for the both of us. (We're allowed to bring two 50 lbs of luggage, since he's bringing 6 bowling balls at 15 lbs each, not including the 3 free bowling balls he's getting in Vegas, we only have room for one luggage, sucks)<br /><br />I tried calling the shop, but no one was answering. I called R's phone and he didn't pick up either. I had a feeling R was with J, so I sent him a text message asking J to call me. By this time it was about 11:30pm and his Mom had called me from the alley wanting to know if he was still going to meet them there (as if I knew). He finally called and I told him that his parents were waiting for him and why he didn't call his parents. So he called the alley just to find out they were closed already, so obviously they had gone. He called me back and I told him of the luggage situation. First thing he asked me was if I was folding it right. (Aargh!) Let me tell you how small this luggage is ok? It's luggage on rollers, it's practically a carry on, something that would fit in the compartment on top of you in the plane! He said I had to 'roll' the clothes for them to fit. Shit. 'Roll' it? I just had to tell him about our shoes and toiletries won't fit. He just told me to bring everything I wanted to bring and we'll figure it out when we get to his place. Well, I told him I was going to bring a handcarry and bet him that he's going to need another bag.<br /><br />Am I being too sensitive here?<br /><br />Guess what? He STILL hasn't done is laundry, which is pretty much sky high. And he does this all the time! He'll wait to do his laundry sometimes even the day that we have to leave! I hate doing things last minute. I think that's what's irritating me, and J is a last minute type of guy. He'll rush things as opposed to getting things done in a timely manner, which totally stresses me out!<br /><br />So with the luggage thing, doesn't he realize that we're going to be shopping down there? I practically couldn't sleep last night because I kept thinking of all the bags that I'm going to have to lug around on our way home.<br /><br />You know what's funny too? J and I always get into arguments before we go away. Because we do things differently. I wouldn't have minded if I just packed me own stuff, but J always wants to keep things minimal, so he'll pack his clothes with mine! (Sometimes I already feel like we're married even though we're not!) The two time we ALWAYS get into arguments is a. When packing and b. When in the kitchen!<br /><br />Ok. I've never been to Vegas. I'm excited, anxious and a little nervous for some reason. I'm also excited about my haircut today! Can't wait!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115166953742522711?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1151522509694874352006-06-28T15:01:00.000-04:002006-06-28T15:21:49.716-04:00The pains in my ass...Telemarketers are a pain in the ass. Thank goodness for Caller ID and distinctive rings. I finally had it today. The phone had been ringing almost every hour this morning. I finally answered a call, the lady on the other end was cheerful, but I didn't give two shits. I asked her how many times she had called me today. She's like, 'Um, personally, this is the first time I called you.' I was like, well, apparently not. For the millionth time I told her we weren't interested and to put us on their 'DO NOT CALL' list. Next time someone calls I'll have to ask them to speak with their supervisor. Hmph.<br /><br />I'm in such a bad mood today, and I really can't pinpoint why. After all, we are leaving for Las Vegas in 4 days. Maybe it's because I'm getting anxious.<br /><br />Or maybe it's because J and I got stuck in traffic this morning on our shortcut route to Union Station. There was some construction going on, and this is generally a street that not a lot of people take, because it's in a residential area. They were building a condo, and there was a truck blocking the entire road because he was trying to get into the construction site. We didn't think it was going to take that long. It seemed the driver didn't know what the hell he was doing, he kept pulling in and out of the stupid driveway. Finally a woman on a bike who was in front of the jam turned around and caught our gaze and told us to turn back, because it was going to take a while. What a waste of freakin' 10 minutes, maybe even more.<br /><br />J dropped me off at Union Station, and I got on the train. When I arrived at Rouge Hill about 45 minutes later (That's how far I live from J's house which is downtown), the bus that I take home was at the stop, and as I walked closer, the stupid driver couldn't even wait for my ass and decided to take off. So, I had to wait another 10 minutes for another bus to come. The walk from the station to my house is probably about 10 minutes, I got home in half an hour. I hate commuting. It's such a pain in the ass. A PAIN IN THE ASS!<br /><br />Or maybe it's because I got home to a letter from school telling me that I forgot to send them documentation of my 'Academic Edits' for my loan. This was puzzling to me because when I had applied for the loan, it gave me a checklist with supporting documentation that I needed to send them, and I sent all of them. It didn't say anything about 'Academic Edits' which I didn't know what the hell meant, so I called the college.<br /><br />The guy who answered I had already talked to in the past, and he's an idiot. First of all he mumbles, he speaks like he's some ghetto wannabe thug, and he's always saying 'Um' like he doesn't know what he's doing. So I asked him what it was, and apparently I have to send a letter to school regarding a course that I had switched from last semester. Are you kidding me?! Do I really have to do that? Why can't you just go into your records and realize that I had to switch courses because I lacked prerequisites. I mean, can't they figure it out? I swear, they can be so disorganized, I'm not feeling very pleased with them at all. (Due to other stuff that's happened, like misinformation, etc.) I swear, my school is a pain in the ASS!<br /><br />Aargh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115152250969487435?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1151337452250036932006-06-26T11:43:00.000-04:002006-06-26T12:09:28.933-04:00New Purse!J is so darling! He was in Ohio this weekend for his nephew's tournament. I didn't him talk to him all weekend, so he called me as soon as he was in town. He told me they spent the whole day shopping. I asked him what he bought and he said he only bought a new toiletry bag. He came to pick me up, and we had dinner at his place. All of a sudden his Mom asks me if I like the purse J got me. I was like, 'What purse?!' J was like, 'MOM! I can't believe YOU TOLD HER! It was supposed to be a SURPRISE!' And I'm just sitting there with a wide smile on my face. J's Mom was like, OOPS! LOL. J is such a sweetheart, he bought me the perfect purse for our trip to Las Vegas next weekend.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/bag.JPG"><img height="50" hspace="1" src="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/bag.JPG" width="50" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/bagside.JPG"><img height="50" hspace="1" src="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/bagside.JPG" width="50" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/bagbottom.JPG"><img height="50" hspace="1" src="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/bagbottom.JPG" width="50" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/baginside.JPG"><img height="50" hspace="1" src="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/baginside.JPG" width="50" border="0" /></a><br />My new Liz Claiborne purse! </center><center></center><center></center><br /><div align="left">I swear my baby spoils me. This is the second purse he got me within the last 2 months. Haha. One for each month. He got me a beautiful black <a href="http://www.geocities.com/sar2582/coach.JPG">Coach</a> purse. Something that I had wanted for so long now! </div><br /><div align="left">6 more days to Las Vegas! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115133745225003693?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1151201311231544782006-06-24T21:44:00.000-04:002006-06-25T10:29:12.766-04:00Click!Despite <a href="http://www.rogerebert.com/">Roger Ebert's</a> rating of <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/click/">Click</a>, I loved it! I'm a little disappointed that he rated Click 2 starts out of 5, and that he rated 50 First Dates (which I love) as well as Spanglish 3 stars. I say go see it.<br /><br />Actually, Click was a little bit of a relief for me. I've been watching 'award winning' or 'critically acclaimed' films lately such as Capote (which I thought was good, however way too serious for my liking), Munich, Syriana, Good Night and Good Luck, The Manchurian Candidate...etc. I was in need of some comic relief.<br /><br />Did I mention I watched The Breakup recently? I love Vince Vaughn.<br /><br />You know who I can't stand watching? Matthew McConaughey, he just seems so fake to me onscreen, like he's always trying to impress the chicks with his macho looks. Not that I think he's macho. Gag.<br /><br />Next on the list: The Lake House.<br /><br />FYI: Toronto's local talent, Romeo Candido's latest release: <a href="http://www.angpamana-theinheritance-movie.com" target="_blank">Ang Pamana </a>(The Inheritance)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115120131123154478?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1150761203060837122006-06-19T19:45:00.000-04:002006-06-19T19:53:23.066-04:00Little ZoeZoe, who's three years old, turned to me with a knock-knock joke...<br /><br />'Knock knock!' says Zoe.<br /><br />'Who's there?' I asked.<br /><br />'Boo!'<br /><br />'Boo who?' I asked.<br /><br />'Why are you crying?' asked Zoe.<br /><br />I'd never heard that one before, so I was dying of laughter. It totally made my day. I love kids, they're so adorable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115076120306083712?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25879212.post-1150486114613514442006-06-16T15:23:00.000-04:002006-06-16T15:28:34.613-04:00A New ToyI bought myself a new toy yesterday. A <a href="http://www.pentax.ca/digital/digital_ps/optioe10/index.php">Pentax Optio E10</a> digital camera. I've been playing around with it all day. I'll post some pics on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sar2582">Flickr</a> soon.<br /><br />16 more days until Vegas. Can't wait.<br /><br />I'm so not in the mood to blog right now...even with all this anticipation for our Vegas trip...I feel so...bleh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25879212-115048611461351444?l=sarah.jeddahfalcons.com%2Findex.html'/></div>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0