& I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing

I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender...

It's been about 30 minutes since you've fell asleep on the phone with me, and I've been on the other line for these past 30 minutes just listening to you breathe. Every so often you would wake up, mumble something, then go back to deep breathing. You said you couldn't sleep, so I wanted to stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep dreaming of me.. but now that you're asleep, I'm afraid to hang up the phone because I don't want beeping noises to wake you up again. It's a good thing that you have me on your faves phone plan, and I'm also on unlimited huh? Can you imagine the phone bill we'd rack up?

My dear, you have weird sleeping habits.
Like that time you woke me up and said "switch sides, switch sides" then proceeded to roll over me and then pushed me to the other end of the bed, fell asleep, and have no recollection of this the next morning...
or that time you woke up in the middle of the night and said "sunglasses, I don't have sunglasses" then put the blanket over your face and fell right back asleep
Maybe I should start a book collecting all the weird things you say while sleeping?

It has now officially been 45 minutes and I'm still listening to you breathe.....
We're not talking, but I don't want to hang up either

...&I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing

mother + godzilla = momzilla

Why do you insist on screaming so late at night? So maybe my room isn't up to your "standards" but apparently nothing ever is or ever has been. I've been told that I inherited alot of my personality traits [especially my stubborness] from you, but truthfully, I don't want to ever end up like you.
See, I want to be understanding, gentle and patient... things that you are certainly not at this moment. There is something about seeing a grown woman throwing a tantrum that is so absolutely degrading and pathetic that I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry.
Yes, because stomping your feet will solve all issues
because throwing things around will make us listen to you.
When you scream I don't see love in your eyes, nor does it make me listen. I just plug in my internal ipod and ridicule you in my head all the while imagining how pleasurable it will be sticking chopsticks up your nose at that same exact moment.
And when you threaten us, I pretend to be concerned but really at the back of my mind I'm thinking "go ahead, i'd like to see you try" and "you are being so melodramatic... *rolls eyes*". But at least I have the decency to pretend to be afraid while holding back my laughters.
I am the only person who dares to stand up to you, but frankly some battles just aren't worth fighting for.
So as you continue stomping your feet downstairs while your other daughter and your husband trys to "get things right", I am up here typing this weblog about you - just to spite you.
I'm not hiding because I'm afraid of you yelling at me, Im in my room because I just don't give a shit about what you were screaming about in the first place anyways

Simple Victories & pictures

I had my first real taste of breakfast today at approximately 930 am on a seabus, taking me back from Lonsdale Quay to Waterfront Station. My favourite part of a muffin is the top crunchy layer, gooey sour cranberry insides and a touch of orange for good measure. I took pictures, sat at the top of the Lonsdale Quay tower, and watched two kids shove icecream in their face at 9 in the morning [which mother in their right mind lets their kids have icecream so early anyways?]. I like looking down from the "Big Q" tower, it makes me feel so insignificant but so big at the same time. There is graffiti all over the look out tower... and sometimes I like to read the incoherent writings and wonder if "J+M 4EVER" are still together - peering at a moment in time in a total stranger's life.
Then I rode the skytrain aimlessly, fell asleep resting my head on the window, woke up and spontaneously watched "UP 3D" by myself [which by the way was a very touching movie]. Those are my simple victories of today. Those are the things that keep me grounded, make me sane, and allow me to be alone with my thoughts without feeling lonely. I'm not the party girl with the crazy antics, I'm not the unbreakable girl with the concrete heart, I'm not the leftovers of your mistakes, and I refuse to be defined by mine.

Lonsdale Quay Market

note: the ring belongs to my boyfriend

I thought about you alot today, as I do every day - but especially today.
So I took you up the tower with me and peered over the railings, leaning as far forward as I can without falling off the edge. Your fear of height prevents you from doing that though. I always find it amusing how you are afraid of heights yet you are so tall and lanky. Have I ever told you that I love the way your lanky arms wrap around me? I dangled my legs over the edge and sat there alone, thinking aloud in a conversation with you in my head. And nothing else mattered except for you - me and you - us. I took off your ring - which I wore as a charm around my neck because it dangles closer to my heart - and cupped the cool metal in my hands, wishing you were here. Then I whispered a kiss to the breeze and hope the winds will carry to you that part of me.

life sans microwave

oh how i miss its shiny exterior
and the low humming sound it makes
watching intently as my food spins on a platter
*beep beep* dinner

okay, so it didn't rhyme and that hardly counted as poetry / haiku, but I thought there was no other way to show my sorrow other than with a semi-poetry. It's been about a month since my microwave broke and I'm recognizing the conveniences I used to take for granted. I'm not a good cook, heck I'd be happy if I can fry an egg without burning it, so the microwave is my basic survival tool. I've been eating take outs, cereal, and cold leftovers since my beloved microwave broke.
And my mother [being the weird health nut that she is - stress on nut] says "good riddance" to the microwave 'radiation' and bought another convection oven in it's place. The new convection oven has "useful" functions such as the ability to roast a whole chicken on a stick... the only thing my mother dearest forgot is that her and I are both vegetarians. Why the hell do we need an oven to roast chicken for?
We now have three convection ovens, one big stove oven, and no microwave ["it was on sale"].
Besides, cellphones, tvs, and other basic household appliances emits radiation these days anways...

I need my microwave back!
No more cold leftovers!
What are other ways to heat up food not using microwave?

What does a "Promise Ring" Promise?

Can someone please explain to me the new craze that seems to be sweeping tween, teen, and young couples? A friend of mine recently told me his girlfriend wanted him to buy her a "promise ring", and apparently the fact that I'm female means I should know what and where to find this ring of hers.

Honestly, I have no idea.

I mean, I've heard the term before but I never pondered what a "promise ring" means.
According to google, promise rings are pre-engagement rings or rings signifying that a couple is now steady...
okay, how does that work? Is it like a "I-promise-to-one-day-propose-to-you" ring? 
and if the ring is to signify that a couple has become steady then should there be a "happy-first-date-I-promise-to-take-you-on-a-second-date" ring as well?

Personally, I think the meaning behind the ring rather vague and I wouldn't expect one from my guy, but alot of couples I know are eating it up so good job for whoever came up with this marketing scheme.

Have you ever been given or know someone who had been given a promise ring?
What do you think of this idea?
Would you expect it from your guy/girl?