Sunday, November 16, 2008
John the Valet
On a perfectly sunny Saturday afternoon, I am actually not on Robson nor W.4th browsing my fave stores, but in a back alley by Granville Street trying to find a meter that don't just take plastic. ( what have this world came to?)
So John, a 5'11 about 160 pounds t-shirt and jeans with the most worn out sneakers I've ever seen, emerged by my door and pointed me to a meter that would take coins. And then he did the most amazing thing that I've never seen done by any other citizens of this free country: he picked up a fallen wood log and a couple of garbage pieces on the ground and threw them into the dumpster.
And THEN he told me his name. Sorry. But I'm used to putting my namedropping in the beginning of the conversation.
And John also told me that the surrounding parking lots are actually his home. . his backyard. . his dinning room. . his territory to keep clean for.
For a minute, I can't help but to look into his eyes and his faint little smile, to understand the larger meanings behind his simple words.
. . .But I was in such a rush, I couldn't really catch the glimpse of the noble destiny of John's life, nor the fact that he is not getting a new pair of sneaker.
So when I came out to get my car, I gave him something that I hope it would mean something. What is it? No it's not money. And it's not s spare pair of sneaker. But it is something Christmas-sy and I don't need it.
Next time. Next time I drop by, I will get John the valet something that would last, so he can keep on protecting our neighbourhood from excess fallen logs and after party garbages on the road.
John the Valet
On a perfectly sunny Saturday afternoon, I am actually not on Robson nor W.4th browsing my fave stores, but in a back alley by Granville Street trying to find a meter that don't just take plastic. ( what have this world came to?)
So John, a 5'11 about 160 pounds t-shirt and jeans with the most worn out sneakers I've ever seen, emerged by my door and pointed me to a meter that would take coins. And then he did the most amazing thing that I've never seen done by any other citizens of this free country: he picked up a fallen wood log and a couple of garbage pieces on the ground and threw them into the dumpster.
And THEN he told me his name. Sorry. But I'm used to putting my namedropping in the beginning of the conversation.
And John also told me that the surrounding parking lots are actually his home. . his backyard. . his dinning room. . his territory to keep clean for.
For a minute, I can't help but to look into his eyes and his faint little smile, to understand the larger meanings behind his simple words.
. . .But I was in such a rush, I couldn't really catch the glimpse of the noble destiny of John's life, nor the fact that he is not getting a new pair of sneaker.
So when I came out to get my car, I gave him something that I hope it would mean something. What is it? No it's not money. And it's not s spare pair of sneaker. But it is something Christmas-sy and I don't need it.
Next time. Next time I drop by, I will get John the valet something that would last, so he can keep on protecting our neighbourhood from excess fallen logs and after party garbages on the road.
Monday, November 10, 2008
A Party and A Lesson
Last Saturday was the very VIP-ed Vancouver Asian Film Festival Industry Party Bash at The Stadium Club at Edgewater Casino in Downtown Vancouver. We were invited by Ms. Alisa Choy, the CEO of QuotendQuote Cross Cultural Publicity Company, who showed up with a drop dead georgious modified chinese traditional dress with shimmering gold 5 inches heels.
As with all parties, most guests know the "party doesn't start after 11pm" rule, except for a few, which are the crews, directors and actors that had the word " be on time" stetched across their forehead. I don't exactly dare to put myself into any of the very respectful positions on the above, but being on time for anything "industry" has became an innate reflex from the long years of watching models being rejected just because they arrived 2.5 mins late.
So while my Style Guru Gigi and Mati of the drummer of local Vancouver band "One Arm Bear" and I were sitting quite cozy drinking our times away, a few familiar looking faces came around our table and actually started the party. As it turns out, they were actually actors that I have worked with before and one in particular, said something so amazing, that I remembered every single word:
" Just let it be. Sadness, Happiness, it comes and goes. Peace is the ultimate longing for all because the world is in a constant chaos. Let your thoughts flow so you can move on. Give peace, give freedom, unchain your mind, unchain yourself."
Vincent, the once Citi Bank banking Manager, a sometime choir vocal, and now a 60 plus years old stunningly attractive, very wise, appropiately confident, and morales filled actor, I'm glad that I have met you. This quote is now hammered on the wall next to my bed. At least there is one thought that I have to hold on to because it is life saving, and it is real.
As with all parties, most guests know the "party doesn't start after 11pm" rule, except for a few, which are the crews, directors and actors that had the word " be on time" stetched across their forehead. I don't exactly dare to put myself into any of the very respectful positions on the above, but being on time for anything "industry" has became an innate reflex from the long years of watching models being rejected just because they arrived 2.5 mins late.
So while my Style Guru Gigi and Mati of the drummer of local Vancouver band "One Arm Bear" and I were sitting quite cozy drinking our times away, a few familiar looking faces came around our table and actually started the party. As it turns out, they were actually actors that I have worked with before and one in particular, said something so amazing, that I remembered every single word:
" Just let it be. Sadness, Happiness, it comes and goes. Peace is the ultimate longing for all because the world is in a constant chaos. Let your thoughts flow so you can move on. Give peace, give freedom, unchain your mind, unchain yourself."
Vincent, the once Citi Bank banking Manager, a sometime choir vocal, and now a 60 plus years old stunningly attractive, very wise, appropiately confident, and morales filled actor, I'm glad that I have met you. This quote is now hammered on the wall next to my bed. At least there is one thought that I have to hold on to because it is life saving, and it is real.
Labels: Gigi, Mati, One Arm Bear, QuoteendQuote, Vancouver Asian Film Festival
Friday, November 7, 2008
My Treasure Box
There are no brand name jewelries, no designer watches, no stocks certificates, not even good gold green money in my treasure box. Here's what I have, and each and every one of them meant a lot to me. In case of a fire, I will be running for my life with it:
1. All the un-detatched tickets and backstage passes of all the shows my band LOCUS has ever played in. I might have missed a few, but overall, the memoriable ones I've got them all covered.
2. My primary school's school pin. I lost the original one, which i've wore for the 5 years of going to that school. Luckily i bought a new one, the last one with the silver lining on the outskirt.
3. A selection of different sizes and colors of rose/floral pins in frabic or plastic. I always dream to be a gardener and I love all sorts of nature shaped accessories.
4. My dvds/photos from my earlier years. Esp. the one with my mentor in it. . . . I found myself replaying that particular speech he has given so many times before. . .I'm just blessed to have met him during the unexpected short time period, he is my second father.
5. Coins/stamps collectables left by my beloved dad. One particular set that I recently discovered to be extorinary: a 4 piece year of the "dog" metal coin. . . as if my dad already knew LOCUS is 4 people. . .I miss him so much. . .
6. Three rolax watches bought on 3 very special dates by my dad: my parent's wedding day, the day of my birth and my coming of age on my 18th bday.
7. Last but not least, my passports and birth certificates and legal documents. Afterall, identity is the most important treaure you've got to have to survive. Think Dicaprio in "Departed".
. . .and on a cold raining day like today, I found myself wearing one other family heridom of ours that I will be running with my life with in case of a fire: my dad's grey color made in Italy cashmere cardaigan. And it's priceless.
1. All the un-detatched tickets and backstage passes of all the shows my band LOCUS has ever played in. I might have missed a few, but overall, the memoriable ones I've got them all covered.
2. My primary school's school pin. I lost the original one, which i've wore for the 5 years of going to that school. Luckily i bought a new one, the last one with the silver lining on the outskirt.
3. A selection of different sizes and colors of rose/floral pins in frabic or plastic. I always dream to be a gardener and I love all sorts of nature shaped accessories.
4. My dvds/photos from my earlier years. Esp. the one with my mentor in it. . . . I found myself replaying that particular speech he has given so many times before. . .I'm just blessed to have met him during the unexpected short time period, he is my second father.
5. Coins/stamps collectables left by my beloved dad. One particular set that I recently discovered to be extorinary: a 4 piece year of the "dog" metal coin. . . as if my dad already knew LOCUS is 4 people. . .I miss him so much. . .
6. Three rolax watches bought on 3 very special dates by my dad: my parent's wedding day, the day of my birth and my coming of age on my 18th bday.
7. Last but not least, my passports and birth certificates and legal documents. Afterall, identity is the most important treaure you've got to have to survive. Think Dicaprio in "Departed".
. . .and on a cold raining day like today, I found myself wearing one other family heridom of ours that I will be running with my life with in case of a fire: my dad's grey color made in Italy cashmere cardaigan. And it's priceless.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
GIRLTIME ENCHANTED GALA @ The Bay Coquitlam
"DON'T under-estimate THE BAY." Period.
It is not only Canada's first ever trading company, it was also the bridge between two ethnic groups back in the Grade 10 Social Studies chapter 2, being literally named after an actual bay, and a secret shopping heaven for the younger generations of beauty queens and fashionistas.
And being the Queen B of all department stores across Canada, THE BAY just couldn't wait for Christmas to arrive. And so they bought in their own. Not one, not two, but ALL locations are having a Gala on DIFFERENT dates. So unless you are not getting yourself ready for the mother of all holiday seasons, these THE BAY GALAs are a great event to attend because not only you will receive VIP treatment, there is rarely a counter that doesn't do the gift with purchase offer.
( MAC, Lancome, Estee Lauder, Elizabeth Arden, Clarins, Adrien Arpel, Wellness, Dior, Channel, Shishedo, Clinques, Biotherm, H2O, . . .they are all doing the GWP. I'm sure I missed out a couple by accident lol)
Besides this one, there are other department stores that will also have their pre-Christmas galas/parties/VIP pre-show/blah blah blah. So hold your wallets, ask the sales people what will be happening, and buy it during these special events. It is also a great way to get your friend together on a fun night out by dressing up a bit and give each other a second opinion on the products that you will be purchasing. Two brains are better than one, not to mention the more the merrier.
Labels: Channel, Clarins, Clinques, Dior, Estee Lauder, Lancome, Macdonald's., Shishedo, The Bay, The Hudson Bay Company
Saturday, November 1, 2008
intersection
yay the first post from yours truly - the blog moderator and web tech!
dinner last night was wonderful, kettle of fish in yaletown with my closest friends and significant other. kaila and eric took jace and i out for our birthday! We had the whole restaurant to ourselves after about 11pm. thanks so much kaila and eric for the thoughtful gifts and cards
we got blenz afterwards and bumped into Lady Kaila! What are the odds of that? the moral of the story? we are truly destined to be friends forever!
Labels: bryce, fido, kaila, kelvin, kettle of fish, yaletown
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