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Rump Shaker - Wreckx-N-Effect

Every time I think I’m over the lure of ambulance-chasing, I find myself missing it. The thrill. The excitement. The spontaneity of not know what’s going to happen on a day-to-day basis. I was so sure I’d let go of my on-air aspirations . . .

I got a message yesterday from a producer asking if I could cover a particular story this weekend. I’d be all over it but here’s the rub – I’m in Hong Kong and the story is thousands of kilometres away back in Vancouver. God damn, I have horrible timing.

I miss the prep, the lights, the script-writing, the cameras . . . heck, I even miss carrying a heavy-ass tripod. My poor microphone is probably covered with cobwebs . . . just begging for some attention, unwilling to be hung up just . . . like . . . that.

The weather here today is pretty gloomy – kind of feels like Vancouver in late-October, except it’s nearly 30 degrees out. But somehow it's not quite as horrible as I would've thought . . .

Could You Trade Your Lessons To Have Grown Up In The Process?

One Year - The Get Up Kids

I've come to notice that's just about one year past the day that I decided to make some major life changes. I was in a bad spot a year ago . . . then one day I just did it. Out with those who were toxic in my life. It's probably the best move I've ever made. Some might say that it was a choice others made for me. What I believe is that I could still be in that rut . . . and I am so thankful to those who came and made me see what I was worth . . . and realise I shouldn't be wasting it.

It was incredible how immediate the positive effects were. Re-acquainting myself with people who have always been there, but never in that proximity. Meeting new people who quickly became people who've got my back and I, in return, have theirs.

I guess I'm just kind of looking back in wonder at how much things can change in one year.

I guess I'm a lucky girl.

I Think It's About Forgiveness

The Heart Of The Matter - Don Henley [covered by India Arie]

I've been wondering why I'm always so skeptical about what guys tell me. The ideal situation would be to go into every relationship without having to doubt or second-guess. When does being cautious turn into being paranoid?

Or . . . is it simply because the guys in my past have just been too full of excuses . . . and so I've just come to expect that?

Here I Am, Stuck In The Middle With You

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealer's Wheel
Today's witty lyrical title brought to you by Fruit Of The Loom and their amusing commercial from a few years ago.

A quick blurb about fashion in Hong Kong.

Point 1:

Daily observation leads to this question . . . Do thongs not exist in this city? Surely they do because people know the term "t-back". But why is it that everyday when I make my commute to and from work, I see visible panty lines underneath the tailored skirts/pants of almost every female in Central District? Could it be that there is still a taboo behind the concept?

I remember when my mother first discovered that I owned thongs. You'd have thought it was World War III with the amount of crap I got from her because she didn't understand the concept of minimizing VPLs. In her mind, owning a thong was the equivalent of being a slut . . . so imagine her frustration when all of her protests against thongs were met with a quizzical reaction from me.

Geez ladies, don't ruin the look of your outfit with VPLs. That's just . . . wrong. No one wants to see them. Eew.

Point 2:

Guys in Vancouver rarely wear French cuffs. So whenever I saw a guy with them [yes you, Hippo], I'd be like "Oh, that's hot."

Guys in Hong Kong always wear them. About 90% of the males I encounter prefer the style to normal cuffs. And now I'm desperately hoping that I don't get sick of them. Damnit.