Caprice

Thursday, March 03, 2005


Testing. Testing 1. 2. 3.

There's a foot of snow outside, and it's still coming down, one flake at
a time. It looks so beautiful. It's also beautiful because Stuart's
picking me up from work today so the amount of time I'd be actually
treading in the stuff is minimal.

It's good to be spoiled. :)


Thursday, November 18, 2004


I just turned 24 two days ago; I'm a real adult now! I guess up to my 24th year of life (which would of course, have started when I turned 23) I have considered myself an old woman on the inside, but still young and all that on the outside. Being blessed with a family full of young looking women up to the age of 60, I still have many years to go until I turn into a prune.

Two days hence my boyfriend and I will be celebrating our 11th month anniversary - he reminded me of the fact, mind you. We have gradually built our lives together up to this point... we furnished our place, bought a car, and yes, we're still crazy about each other. I think this may be one of those fairy tales that end in "happily ever after".

Watched Before Sunset and commented to him of how it reminded me of our first date.


Thursday, April 29, 2004


Recent thing:

Found a new apartment with my boyfriend - first apartment that I actually got to choose and not just went along and said "sure." I like it. :)

Recent random thing:

On a trip out to some urban area for a gig, I saw a hearse go by our van at the back of a tolltruck.


Monday, March 08, 2004


Have I mentioned I love singing?

To a singer, the joy of singing comes in part from the act of letting that sound flow out, in part from the admiration of the audience. They're in completely interchangeable, flexible fluidity, and a singer can be satisfied with one or the other. There is a certain high from an applauding audience, but most of the joy of singing comes from simply being a part of the music, and as an instrument in producing the sound.

Music is my first love; it had actually taken up most of my capacity to love. It was forever giving, never neglected me except in times of flu and strepthroat; it nurtured me and made my turbulent times acceptable and even at times enjoyable. When music gave me a chance to soar I gave all my time to it and discarded everything else in my life so I could be a part of it. It was an obssessive, all consuming love.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing - if I had it then I wouldn't have done what I had done, but if I hadn't then I wouldn't have this hindsight now, would I? I'm not going to reread that. But with hindsight in mind, I never should have pursued any relationships. I was already in love.


Wednesday, January 28, 2004


The basis of speech, or of communication, starts off with things, then to ideas and emotions. Material is primitive; it is what we can feel by our five senses. The sixth sense, as opposed to popular belief - a supernatural, otherworldly sense - is actually quite simple and human.

Emotions are our sixth sense. It's intangible, impossible to detect using the five senses, and the only way to communicate the feelings is with someone who had felt the same. When I say I feel sad, you can draw on your feeling of sadness, of loss, of pain, and understand me. That is the human sixth sense.


Alex sent me a forwarded joke. Being the sarcastic person that I am, I couldn't help but answer them.

THINGS TO PONDER - Answered by Sally. The Know-it-all.
> Can you cry under water?
- yes.
> How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
- When they themselves have the power to have someone assassinated.
> If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?
- Money do grow on trees. You just haven't looked hard enough. Back in the Victorian times, the English people thought a cotton tree was a "vegetable lamb".
> Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round?
- It gives you the illusion of having more meat by sticking out the sides.
> Why do you have to "put your two cents in"...but it's only a penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going?
- The idea of "two cents worth" came from putting pennies on your eyes before sending a body off to Hades. People generally aren't that smart so only A penny for your thoughts.
> Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?
- No. Heaven dwellers are nudists. You can't take your riches into heaven. Clothes included.
> Why does a round pizza come in a square box?
- Square boxes are cheaper in construction. It also has the advantage of making the pizza look bigger.
> What did cured ham actually have?
- A deadly deteriorating illness that makes them uneatable within days.
> How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
- Why do humanity have the power to destroy the whole planet but are powerless to stop the deterioration of the biosphere?
> Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?
- When people say "I slept like a baby." I answer with "spoken like a man who's never had one."
> If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?
- Yes. The word "hearing" came from the judge hearing you, the person who goes to court may plug his ears.
> If you drink Pepsi at work in the Coke factory, will they fire you?
- No. But you can't bring drinks in, and they don't sell Pepsi. Good luck
> Why are you IN a movie, but you are ON TV?
- Movie screens are bigger. Can you fit yourself IN a TV?
> Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in Binoculars to look at things on the ground?
- Same reason why we went up to the moon to take pictures of the earth. We can't see earth from the ground.
> How come we choose from just two people for President and fifty for Miss America?
- The president is a puppet; Miss America is an ambassador and is actually useful.
> Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.
- Only partially.
> If a 911 operator has a heart attack, whom does he/she call?
- Zigmunt. (Our band director/manager)
> I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!
- Really now. People who only has tight fitting clothing doesn't need the gym.
> When I was young we used to go "skinny dipping," now I just "chunky dunk."
- It's still called skinny dipping.
> Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctrl Alt Delete' and start all over?
- No it wouldn't. That wipes out the RAM. You really meant CTRL-Z - UNDO.
> Stress is when you wake up screaming and then you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.
- Stress is when you're seen everywhere with a mug of black coffee. Does that remind you of anyone you know?
> Why is it that our children can't read a Bible in school, but they can in prison?
- It's the only thing to read. Like in hotel rooms.
> If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor!
- It started with something much more enjoyable, but you're obviously missing the point.
> Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.
- Brain nerve cells last much longer than fat ... and they don't really come back either. The facts are all wrong, hon.


Wednesday, January 14, 2004


I have not an ounce of time lately; my schedule is packed so tight the calendar looks like a rainbow. A friend asked the other day if I will be available for a movie soon, and my answer was ... you could conceivably book me in on the 21st.

It's not that I lack organization - I might just be a tad too organized. Some friends I try to see every week, but on top of two jobs, singing, dates, and sleep, I find myself waking up exhausted almost every morning. The heat is never high enough to be sleeping comfortably, and I wake up stiff and popping.

I have to be at work by 8AM tomorrow and I'm working until midnight this evening. There's not enough hours in a day; my ideal day would be 16 hours per day, plus 4 for travelling around, and about 9 more hours for sleeping, getting ready for bed, and other such mundane daily activities. I use up about that much, but since there isn't enough hours in a day I trim off sleep.

There's plenty of sleep in the grave.


Seriously considering a Fugi digital camera and blogger pro. I never thought about going pro in the past due to various factors - lack of ideas and interest in writing being some. Lately I've been coming by good writing material. It would also give me a good place to write down what I actually did and what I saw for the day.

It's always nice to know that my time has gone somewhere - in the past, utilized.


Saturday, January 10, 2004


Sunshine Worklog

- Excuse me sir, why is your CD tray open?
"I can't play with it closed."
- Why?
"It cools down the computer."


Sunshine Worklog (this one is VERY sad.)

This man gingerly walks down the stairs.
"Um, when do you close?"
- We never close. We're opened 24/7. We were opened for Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve. (my usual spewl)
"Really. Can I have your card?"
- You can have the store's card. (I handed him a card)
"So you're Shayan?"
- No. Shayan's my boss. I'm Sally.
"Can I call you at this number?"
- You can call Shayan at this number."
"Ok. Well then I'll see you Shayan."

1 hour later.

Phone.

- Sunshine Cybercafe, Sally speaking.
"Hi, is this the internet cafe?"
- That's right.
"Are you open all the time?"
- That's right.
"Are you Sally?"
- I think I said 'Sally speaking.' So yes, I am Sally.
"So Sally, are you originally from Toronto?"
- What does that have to do with anything?
"Um. I'm Sorry. Um. I'll, uh, come later."

Sad.


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