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If the pay raise you expected is delayed, don’t despair; it will be granted you soon. You’ll have certain tendency toward depression; the problem, in fact, is that you want to have everything immediately; be less greedy, more patient, and everything will fare better and better. You’ll risk going from absolute bliss to the deepest sorrow, without transition, for a small dispute, a little worry!


How did it know that I asked about my bonus and raise yesterday? It’s 2 months overdue!


PISCES: A powerful transformative process is under way as you continue to shape and mould yourself in accordance with how the universal plan is unfolding. Your work is in staying in the present and allowing yourself the pleasure of letting life’s path present itself to you—and it will. Family plans and such will keep you busy throughout the month.

LEO: Fiery Mars and his lady, Venus, are once again up to their cyclic dance through time, bringing love, excitement, and success. Your solar house of friendship and group connections is lit up, as is your own sign, and this is your time to shine. Truth, honour, pride, and glory come your way.

Conerts and events that we saw last year:

The SPICE GIRLS! (Life will never be the same again after seeing them girls in action…plus the added glimpse of Becks made it 10x better!)

BECKS in Vancouver (loved every second of it. Now i just need to see him play for England and I’m set)

Concerts to look forward to this year:

M-A-D-O-N-N-A!!!!!! (‘nugh said)-only 4 more days before we see the Material Girl live in Concert!!!

Janet Jackson (ms janet doing her thang opening night)

Mariah Carey (New album+new hubby= TOUR!)

NKOTB ( they might be pushing 40 but they still have the Right Stuff!)

Another reason why I love my Uncle Lou is for the Muffuletta. He’ld make this for me every summer when he was in town. Its a basic enough sandwhich consisting of bread, olives, different kinds of meat and cheese. But there’s just something about the marinated olive salad with the mortadella and capicola. I’ve only ever eaten his version and I think its rare to find it outside of New Orleans.

Marinated Olive Salad

1/2 cup olive oil
2 teaspoon red wine vinegar
Olives (pitted green and black plives)
1 red onion, diced
sliced pepperoncini salad peppers (personal preference I use about 1/2 cup)
1 tablespoons capers
roasted red bell peppers (store bought in the can)
minced garlic
1/2 grated carrot
1 celery diced

black pepper

combine everything into a food processor and pulse! Throw mixture into the fridge.

Sandwhich assemble-
Italian bread, olive salad, meat-mortadella, salami, and capicola.
Cut bread into half scope up the soft bread. Spread the olive salad, add the meat, layer on the cheese and you’re good to go!
I normally throw the sandwhich under the broiler for a few. But you can eat it as is.

Grouchy’s verdict:
Wicked sandwhich! Its got all the elements to it..crunchy bread, cheesey goodness and so-bad-yet-so-damn-good mortadella.

There is always a difference between fragrances you receive – which says a lot about what people think you are and therefore like, or worse, what they think you should be or smell like – and fragrances you buy for yourself. It’s not only a matter of personal taste, but a sensory conveyance of who you are, what you’re feeling, or where you want to be. It is so gauche to wear a fragrance loud enough to announce to the world that you are able to buy and smell like Chanel, when you’re a teenager wearing Havianas and a belly baring tshirt. Saying that it’s wrong isn’t quite right – more like the contradiction is hilarious. But if personal and done right, no one is there to judge you except for yourself. Fragrances should leave a trail that whispers your presence when you walk by. Or a secret that you keep to yourself.

With that said, I am sitting in an air conditioned office, with stale air circulating and staring out the window at the ominous grey clouds threatening to spoil my weekend. I am wearing something cruise inspired – dark wash jeans, open toed Anne Klein ivory kitten heels and a ruffled shirt. I should be wearing something from Estee Lauder, Dior, Marc Jacobs, Chanel….

Instead.. I am wearing JLo’s Miami Glow.

It’s faint enough to not breach our workplace’s Health and Safety rules on fragranced products, but just enough for me to catch a whiff now and then, and transport me to anywhere else but here.

Went to Cafe Medina on the weekend with Grouchy. Loved the Liege waffles and fig-orange compote. Grouchy purred over the blueberry compote. Sadly, their chef makes it and it’s not for sale. =(

Heard that compote goes well with gorgonzola cheese. Or on a baguette. Must try it.

Another good place for Liege waffles is Patisserie LeBeau (1708 West 2nd Avenue in between Fir & Pine). They are good enough to come out with their line of frozen waffles available at Capers. Delicious!

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DULAINE: (tried on, looks fab. Beats the Dita and MK one)

Black with black/grey gradient lenses. Classic sunglasses. $350.

The gradient lenses are a MUST! Otherwise they look stupid, as seen here:

STRUMMER (aviators): need to try on.;jsessionid=UIGTVUNN4B5M2CQAAKLBPVA?itemId=prod25610135&parentId=cat208100&masterId=cat203701&index=3&cmCat=cat000000cat202801cat203105cat245205cat245306cat208100

The Container Store in Bellevue, Washington.

Want specifically laundry stuff:

Dai Wei has been unconscious for almost a decade. A medical student and a pro-democracy protestor in Tiananmen Square in June 1989, he was struck by a soldier’s bullet and fell into a deep coma. As soon as the hospital authorities discovered that he had been an activist, his mother was forced to take him home. She allowed pharmacists access to his body and sold his urine and his left kidney to fund special treatment from Master Yao, a member of the outlawed Falun Gong sect. But during a government crackdown, the Master was arrested, and Dai Wai’s mother—who had fallen in love with him—lost her mind.
As the millennium draws near, a sparrow flies through the window and lands on Dai Wei’s naked chest, a sign that he must emerge from his coma. But China has also undergone a massive transformation while Dai Wei lay unconscious. As he prepares to take leave of his old metal bed, Dai Wei realizes that the rich, imaginative world afforded to him as a coma patient is a startling contrast with the death-in-life of the world outside.
At once a powerful allegory of a rising China, racked by contradictions, and a seminal examination of the Tiananmen Square protests, Beijing Coma is Ma Jian’s masterpiece. Spiked with dark wit, poetic beauty, and deep rage, this extraordinary novel confirms his place as one of the world’s most significant living writers.