Victoria Grace Nation

What the FUCK do you think you were doing driving a car that was way too big for you and being on the road when you clearly should be locked down in the baby seat of your Daddy’s Camry. Okay, so I am being slightly mean because I have indeed seen worse drivers than you. It’s just the simple fact that it’s actually raining, I’m PMSing and I was tired as fuck. Bad timing missy!


So I was driving home today from work, the usual 60-90 minute long commute from downtown to the suburbs. Of course the usual 35 minute drive is extended due to a few reasons with our city:


1) Our city tends to shut down when it either snows or rains. Mind you we live in a city where a torrential rainfall warning is usually in effect 300 days of the year.
2)The highway system in our city sucks balls, we are probably the only major city in the world that doesn’t have our highways connected to the business district.
3) Can you say bad city planning? The suburbs that I live in have urbanized tremendously over the past decade and sadly the roads have not been changed to accommodate to the surplus of people, buildings and vehicles. So think of roads for Little House on the Prairie in a city like Toledo, Calgary, Atlanta, Singapore. I mean okay you get the idea.
4) Our city is littered with bad drivers, not just C-Lais but young drivers, aggressive drivers and straight imbeciles. Mainly people with bad judgment.


So anyways, we’ve had a pretty good fall, with sunny skies, crisp air and such but today wasn’t one of those days. The rain was pouring the winds were howling. Oy…so on my way home it was evident that all major routes were jammed with accidents left and right. So I ended up taking one of my secret routes, twisting and turning through residential areas. Things were dandy, until I met The Girl Who Couldn’t Drive. She’s a new driver, go figure. So she was parked on the side of the street trying to get into the flow of traffic, and you know what she does? She just goes in, stops half way, cars are almost hitting her and she tries again! She doesn’t signal, she just keeps stopping and going. Then after she successfully manages to not kill herself or anyone, she tries to switch lanes and almost wipes the grey Lexus that was in her blind spot.


Okay so it’s not as bad as the car I encountered this morning, but I have pictures! Okay so I can’t seem to upload pix right now, so I will do it tomorrow.

Okay so as of say 2-3 weeks ago, I have been suddenly attacked by this horrendous phenomenon. I MUST eat every 4 hours. It’s weird, but oh let me tell you, it is 100% all fact my friend, I will never joke about something this serious on any whimsical moment. This is serious guys! No matter what I eat or how much I eat, I will be starving once the 4th hours strikes. And when I eat, I have to eat A LOT. Not like dainty salad and half a sandwich, NO, I have to eat for 17 grown men.

Okay let me paint the picture for you, so this morning I woke up and had a bowl of vegetable broth, or it was more like stew because all the vegetables were all soft and mushy like puree, think Russian Borscht. THEN in an hour I went out for lunch with my family, it’s my grandma’s 80th birthday. We ordered dim sum of all kinds, maybe 20 dishes for 5 people with a pot of congee and a pot of rice. I ate it all. I enough for 3 people. It’s now 5pm and I am getting hungry. Then yesterday at lunch I went into one of my local eateries, okay it’s a food court, sue me. And I decided I was going to try the little Filipino stand at the end of the food court. Okay so they gave me a huge plate of rice, filled with a blotch of pork and potato stew and a tiny little taste of the chicken curry they had. I was eating maybe $1 worth of food and I forked over a good $6.20 for it, but whatever I don’t hold grudges. I ate the whole thing in 5 minutes and was still famished afterwards.


Seriously, have I been cursed? Do I have fat chick syndrome? I mean it’s totally fine, if my metabolism decided to go into hyper drive, but after witnessing photos of me at my Grandma’s Birthday Bash I realized the over excess in food intake is clearly showing around my face, breasts and everywhere else. I look 4 months pregnant! I am starting to see less and less of my toes, my middle section slowly inching further and further forward.

Even though this is old, I think it’s one of those good classic reads that people should occasionally bring out and go over. A reminder that our sense of perception seems to be getting lost in this world.


The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.


We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.


We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.


We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.


We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.


These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…


Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.


Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.


Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.


Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.


Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.


Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.


AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


Written by: Dr. Bob Moorehead, Pastor at Seattle’s Overlake Christian Church

/Food for Thought

I have been happily devoting my partial weekends for some very special girls. Meet Mel and Angie, the angels in my life. I see them every weekend and they seriously light up my day when I see them. 2 weeks ago they decided to have a little photo shoot with my blackberry. Little models-to-be I tell ya. So there they flaunted, giggled and posed their little way through a good hour. The younger of the two even bossed me into posing with them, making sure I wouldn’t do this or do that (she’s a firecracker!) Of course those pictures will never see the light of day. =)


I made them crawl under chairs, pretend to be jungle animals roaming the jungle, even made them pretend to be characters from their favourite fairytale.


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So my e-husband and I went on a happy marital date like any old married couple on Wednesday. I showed up late again, of course, go figure. I walked in the front door of the movie theater, because like most average couples, they come in separate cars and sleep in different beds. But I digress. My husband was standing there in a sleek black peacoat that fit his muscular 5′11 built perfectly, dark denim jeans and a pair of shiny, leather dress shoes. Of course I wasn’t going to be the one to disappoint, in my black cashmere peacoat, black leggings and black leather knee high boots by Cavalli. There he was waiting for me looking all smug, he ushered me into the theatre (since we were 5 minutes past starting time) as he held two movie tickets in his hand.


The movie theatre was littered with a smattering of people all over the rows, not a full house, but a significant amount to make a small kindergarten class. We comfortably found seats in the back row and sat through 2 hours of what I like to call dark comedy with almost the same amount of full cast members dead as the Saw franchise. The movie had it’s bits of funny moments, but it was quite the thinker, think Crash/Babel meets Woody Allen, meets Dr Strangelove…er okay maybe not. Either way by rolling credits I had successfully managed to suction my husband’s ear with my palm, hid in his ginormous arms when someone died, and cracked enough jokes that the people around us were ready to shoot us in the head.





My rating: 7.6/10

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Have you ever felt like you were bursting with feelings and emotions, but had no one to tell it to? I feel as though I’m caught up in such a complicated situation that’s created a web of tangled tales that I have nobody to really tell all of it to. Hmmm.

So last week I was in the office working on a little project that required a stack of magazines, glue, scissors and some creativity. I was suppose to create an image booklet. It was a sunny Friday afternoon and being productive was the last thing on my mind. Okay I like to say that I was hit with a bad case of ADD, but same thing right?


So as you can see, this whole magazine thing is hard work! I have to go through every page, looking at every picture, every article =P it takes time! And then I have to cut them out and decide which page it should go in. 2 hours into it, the boardroom table was littered with magazine pages, mugs of tea and coffee, as well as bits and pieces of snacks that me and the CR Manager have been snacking on.


So finally, a few hours in, I was hungry, agitated and ready to just not work. I ended up creating a little story board from my cutouts!


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When the nights are dark, the quietness shall so cast
Its desolateness- an emptiness that much more vast

When all is quiet, the solitude deafens that much more
Echoing the loneliness to the very core

But somewhere in the dimmness, a light so does shine
an incandescence to soften the darkess of the heart and mind

And in its illumination there is a hope which enables one to bear
any such obliqueness that may so despair

A cast of light, a reflection from up high
The lunar glow from up the very sky

And if that moon can shed a luminosity so bright
So that obscurities vanish, and brings enlightment to plain sight

Then if that is such, then let it be a start
To let the night-time come….
and let…THE MOON REPRESENT MY HEART

Originally Sung by: Teresa Teng.

I went a little weak in the knees when I saw you in your jacket and cashmere sweater on the busy intersection that winter night. You looked like a Brad Pitt on the silver screens. You simply took my breath away.


I overheard you talking to the boys about your new purchases. I’m in complete mush thinking about you in them. What have you been doing to me? We keep playing these games. Ack. o.O


My stomach is in knots right now, I really should give you a call right about now…

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Okay I was just talking to a good friend and really he just made me want to get back into my intense dancing training days! YA. This is it! I should totally get back into it! Okay…that’s all I have to say! =P

Exhibit A


So I spent my late Saturday afternoon with my virtual husband of 1+ years. He dragged me out of my pj’s and out of my house to a little Chinese restaurant. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this guy actually dragged his sorry ass out of his house and we actually united and shared a lovely meal together. Our time was spent discussing and comparing arm hairs, because it’s not a real marital dinner without the discussion of bodily hairs and fecal matter.


Actually the night was pretty fun and insightful, we had nice flowing conversation that really didn’t want to end, but due to other obligations that i had made, we had to cut our evening short.


My e-husband is short of 6 feet, built like an effing horse, I mean really his biceps were the size of my head at some point. Okay I’m exaggerating, but he’s tall and built, you get the picture, okay moving on! He’s one of the few people in this world that can finish my sentences and push my buttons all within the same hour. He’s slightly perturbed in the head like me and has a quite the eccentricity to him. Like the last time I saw him, he tried to befriend a bum by the name of Billy, Billy the Bum who liked paddling canoes in the great north of Canada.


He ordered a plate of Gai Lan with scallop and prawns, while I had a chicken ramen.


Okay I’m tired, that’s all I can write now. I’ll write more later on.