name : tiffany
faith : christian.
nationality : cbc.
status : <3
living in : toronto.
school / major : UT / pharmacy
.: my stats, as of 11/05/06 :.
mood : tired.
likes : my friends. bunnies fronting as pillows. keeners.
dislikes : exams. lack of sleep. keeners.
wishlist : "connections".
current distractions : dexter, top model, heroes.
wondering : hmmm, is it too late for me re-learn study habits?
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
guess what? my best friend arrived back in toronto today... WELCOME HOME, MEI!!!! <3 i missed you lots!!!
despite my lack-of-employment, it's been a pretty busy week thus far. so i'm sorry for the lack of posts, but things have been good, just so you know. parents (and uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandma) are off gallavanting in florida and probably having a fabulous time without me. i can only assume this is the case b/c i haven't actually heard from them, besides a short answering machine message. dave's parents flew in from vancouver, so i've been spending a lot of time with them lately. we've mostly been eating (a lot!) and shopping for apartment furnishings for dave. thankfully, they're super-nice and very thoughtful people, so i've been having a good time. other things i've been doing: played a game of softball (finally!) on saturday, eating at buffets waaaay too much (mmmmmm all-you-can-eat sashimi), attending the tso's last performance for the season (theme: shakespeare in love), cooking/fending for myself, watching movies and laughing at crazy parents with jenne. really, the only unpleasant part of the past week has been the departure of tomlin :( although that was only a "see you later", not a "goodbye". oh, and when i threw up on sunday night. that was pretty unpleasant. heh.
** edit --> i forgot to mention this: had a wonderful time talkin', walkin', and perusin' books with iulia on tuesday. we should do this more often, yeah?
things to look forward to: - spending some time with the girls (mci) tmw - dave's return from the caribbean and cottage - shakespeare in high park with book club - more super-days with jenne - SEEING MEI, finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
posted @ 11:15:00 p.m.
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Monday, June 19, 2006
hehe, kinda funny, but i just realised that the previous post was written just after i had told a friend that we are "fearfully and wonderfully made" and not believing this fact was like the spiritual equivalent of spitting in His face. (and after watching flavour of love, you and i both know what a flagrant foul spitting in someone's face is. that s--- is messed up, yo.)
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oh, if only i hadn't been born with this accursed propensity towards all-out bawling...
hey, do you guys remember that old syndicated simpson's episode "girly edition"? it's the one where lisa becomes an anchor for "kidz newz", but then bart comes out with a human interest segment called "bart's people" after hearing lisa call him stupid. this tv segment, full of schmaltzy springfield sob stories (heh, alliteration!), becomes immensely popular (much to lisa's chagrin) and even tugs on the heartstrings of the "kidz newz" tv exec. she says [quoting from very fuzzy memory], "bart, if i could cry, here's where the tears would be coming from. but i can't. botched eye job."
this scene has been on my mind for a long, long time. after all these weddings, various sundries, and a lifetime of welling up embarassingly, i kind of find the idea of botched plastic surgery appealing. no, not the terrifying michael jackson aspect, but i honestly wouldn't mind letting the ol' lacrimal ducts rust up a little from disuse. seriously, man, i cry when i'm happy, i cry when i'm really really really pissed off, i cry when i'm channel surfing and come across a "touching scene" on a show i've never seen before with characters on whom i have no backstory knowledge, i cry when i'm overcome with a flood of emotion and am having difficulty expressing myself with words. oh yeah, i also cry when i'm sad. it's congenital - i've always, always been this way, much to my parents' exasperation. it's not that i don't want to feel things as deeply or strongly, i just don't always want the proof of my emotions exhibited all over my face. it's exhausting and embarassing, even if it is over something happy or trivial - it's especially embarassing when it's something trivial, like a movie ending. i hate it. i hate being angry and being unable to glare at the offending person b/c of the tears obscuring my eyesight, powerless to do anything else. i hate that choked-up feeling i get when i'm trying to speak about something dear to my heart, but nothing can come out except for a few strangled words. (i've been having this recurring nightmare where, on the day i finally get married, i'm unable to function on account of the torrential downpour from my tear ducts - i can't say my vows, make any speeches, or even receive people afterwards and i'll look like hell in all the pictures.) i hate the feelings of consternation and helplessness that i feel when i try to struggle against the tears welling up in my eyes - it's always a losing battle. i hate sniffling and having to blow my nose every five seconds b/c it's so stuffed up. i hate the hushed tones and concerned faces from people when they can tell i've been crying, no matter how hard i try to cover it up - in some people i appreciate it, but i can't tolerate it in near-strangers. i hate the puffy eyes that unfailingly show up the morning after. (actually, on second thought, i don't hate the puffy eyes thaaat much. after they de-puff and settle down a bit (i.e. when i look less alien-like), there's the novelty of having folded eyelids. heh.)
i know i should be grateful that God has blessed me with the gift of feeling so deeply... but sometimes i can't help but wish i resembled a congenitally leaky faucet less.
posted @ 3:24:00 a.m.
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Friday, June 16, 2006
pam farrel, woman of influence:
what so beats in your heart that if it were to vanish, you would no longer be you? like jeremiah, you can discover your passion. he said, "but if i say, 'i will not mention him or speak any more in his name,' his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. i am weary of holding it in; indeed, i cannot" (jer 20:9). jeremiah was called to be a prophet... when he got tired of the poor results and wanted to quit, he still proclaimed. even his body would react if he didn't proclaim, because he was born to be a proclaimer. what were you born to be?
what is on your mind as you go to sleep at night and then first thing in the morning? when you sit for those rare quiet moments and daydream, where do your thoughts take you? what movies bring you to tears? what injustices make your blood boil? when you read God's Word, are there common themes in the verses you mark? what breaks your heart?
i'm not sure yet. anyone want to help me out?
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you know what's frustrating? always being so disappointing.
posted @ 12:17:00 a.m.
two saturdays ago i had some ppl from softball/delta over since practice was rained out. mario party + 10 lbs of taco beef = good times. except for the part of there being 2 giant tupperware tubs packed full with ground beef and one giant tub of shredded cheese. (good thing i've got young cousins to pawn those off onto... ;p ) anyway, when ppl started going home, i noticed a bottle of vodka and one of gin on my kitchen counter. curious, i asked where they came from and someone told me that my parents must have brought it with them after the birthday banquet that they had attended. strange but fair enough, i thought, so i didn't say anything to my parents until the three days later when the bottles of alcohol were still sitting on our counter.
"mum, what's with these bottles of alcohol?" "your friends left them here last saturday." "are you serious? but no-one was drinking - we were all drinking [frozen concentrate] juice and playing mario party all night. and the ppl upstairs were having some sort of delta or english service meeting." "are you sure they didn't put it in the juice? maybe you just didn't notice." "uh, i think i would have noticed that. somebody probably just brought them in case somebody wanted to drink something. or maybe they had come from another function." [notes the bottles are nearly empty] "then they shouldn't be driving or at a party in that condition - look how much they've drunk! tsk tsk." "i'm pretty sure they didn't drink all that in one sitting." "they could've just put it in the juice to make a "punch". some people do that, you know. maybe you just didn't realise it." "mum, this isn't a high school homecoming dance - there was NO spiked punch!!"
hmmm, i wonder how enthusiastic my parents will be to host another delta gathering at our place... :p
tuesday - tomlin, dave, ames and i had our "annual" lunch at yummy bbq. this time we all got bird mugs, so no arguing over whale-bunnies. i went accesory shopping with ames afterwards at eaton centre and then went to book club at dave's in the evening. had a great turn-out (9 ppl?), great food, and watched a great movie (babette's feast). it was very funny - hallelujah! :p for thoughts on babette's feast and iulia's famous mayo-less romanian potato salad, check out our deltalovesbooks.blogspot.com book club blog.
wednesday - spent the day with mum. my hair's curly now!
thursday - dave made baked marinated chicken, roast potatoes, and tomato egg drop soup. yum!
friday - delta deliquency: carcassonne and dinner (and jenne's wedding prep) at ju and ames'. we made eggplant bruschetta and pasta with a chicken and vegetable cream sauce. double yum!
saturday - dessert buffet!!!!! (oh yeah, and jenne's wedding) :p
sunday - x-men 3. i'll leave the review for dave at reformedjerk, but this movie definitely could have used bryan singer. :( seriously, what happened to all the character development of the first two movies?! and why did they get rid of... everyone?! and the big question: why was porcupine-quill-face one of the main bad guys that got to stand on the stage? seriously! (it's been a while since i've watched the cartoons - brandon, hook me up! - so if you can fill-in-the-blanks on who this "bad" guy is in the comics, i'd greatly appreciate it. though i *do* know he was in the brett ratner-directed rush hour movie)
congratulations to my big sister dr. mrs. duncan hau... (doctor missus - just like anne!!!) jenne and duncan got married yesterday afternoon at knox. :) ames and i were the official polaroid photographers.
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