Marry Me Doogie!!!

I've just finished watching all 4 seasons of Doogie Howser, M.D. (1989-1993)

If Doogie Howser wasn't fictional or 17 years older than me I would marry the guy.

• He's a dork. In season 1 he was 16 and had a pudgy face, giant hair, horrible ties and gigantic dress shirts. In season 4 he was 19 and still had horrible ties.
  I'm a dork. I spout random knowledge, am pretty awkward, and say the darnest things.
  
• He's constantly learning new things about himself. Doogie can be a jerk, but eventually he learns something new about how he and the world interact.
  Me too! I learned that I can be bossy, pretty angry, overly self-conscious, etc... but through life, (and therapy) I too figure out ways to be more harmonious with the world I live in.
  
• He writes a short journal every night, documenting changes in his perspective.
  I don't write in my diary every night, but I do write often, especially about how my thoughts evolve and change. I tend to write pages and pages then not at all.
  
• He's a doctor.
  I want to be a doctor.
• He's 6'1".
  I'm 5'1". We'd be hilarious just standing next to each other.
  
• Although he started out shy about sex, he became more confident about it. He could teach me to be more comfortable with anything beyond closed-mouth kissing.
• He moved out, then moved back home, then moved out to a place what he'd almost own when he was ready.
  I need my own place. Having this weekend to myself has only strengthened my conviction to move out as soon as it's financially feasible.
  
• He's OK with the gay! In fact, he helped Vinnie get over his misconceptions about having a gay roommate in his dorm.
  I'm one of the gays! In fact, I'm a teensy bit active about helping people get over the misconceptions about the sexuality/gender spectrum.
• He and his best friend really mean a lot to each other, and they're not afraid of that. I respect that kind of strong relationship.
• His idea of a rockin' New Year's Eve party is an intimate, formal affair with shrimp and cocktails. But when his plans went wrong he partied like an animal and loved it.
  I've been dreaming of having an intimate, formal garden party with shrimp and cocktails. But I'm also interesting in partying like a penguin. (Yea Penguathelon!!!)
  
• He owns a tuxedo.
  I love people in tuxedos.
• His loft is decorated the way I think I'd like to decorate. Light, airy, open space...less than ideal neighbours though...
• For a long time he worried about his leukemia coming back, and that kept him from enjoying life. Instead he rushed through, afraid that he wouldn't have time for it. That's one of the things he realized in the series finale. He uses his experience to gain insight towards being a better doctor and a better person.
  I worry about my depression and anxiety. I think I'm doing pretty well at having fun, while still being careful about it. I try to talk about in a way that eases people out of believing myths that contribute to stigma. I'm learning to live like your average teen instead of being scared it'll come back. It probably will, so I might as well take advantage of the good times now.
• He changes his mind about people. Like when Raymond held him and Vinnie up at the convenience store he learned more about Ray and ended up being friends with him. I like that.
• He's romantic!

I hope that's the person I'll marry. Someone with a kind, open heart, good friendships and healthy relationships, funny, some similar interests, someone who has things to teach me, someone who is willing to change his or her mind, and someone who gets the good and the bad stuff. I think we'd be happy, whoever he or she is.

Something weird is happening with the buses...

Last night I was making my way home, your average commute from the city. I emerged from the subway tunnels into a world enveloped with a deep blue sky. I smiled, drinking in the calm of the bus station. I didn't wait long before a bus came along, snagging a prime spot by the window.

Slowly people filled it until it chugged away. We hadn't travelled far when the bus stopped- and didn't start again. For a while I was oblivious, engrossed in choosing the perfect playlist on my mp3. Then the other passengers started to get restless. A few jumped off, choosing to walk instead. It was fifteen minutes before the bus started up again. We trundled slowly by, and out the window I saw two other stalled vehicles. One bus heading south, completely darkened and abandoned. Another with occupants, like mine, frozen in the left turning lane.

Night had fallen deeper when the bus turned a corner and stopped once again. The riders started calling home, telling their friends and family's that they would be late. In a few minutes the driver told us all to exit via the back doors and catch the bus on the sidestreet.

An empty bus, seemingly waiting for us sat in a small street perpendicular to our route. We piled onto it, at first hesitantly, then in a mad dash to grab the good seats. The two drivers conferred, then switched buses. Finally we were on the move again. This second change of events drew a pall over the group, a sense that something was wrong. Several blocks down the line we had to switch buses again. Was this it? Was this all some mad plan, years in the works to exact revenge on the passengers that tormented the TTC so much? Was one of these buses doomed to die?

Were we on the doomed bus?

I boarded the new bus taking care to give a quiet, "good evening" and smile to the driver before taking a seat. Here was a new set of people, most of which had never been on a stopped bus. Happily I departed after two blocks, afraid to risk staying on any longer.

Something strange was going on, and I am glad to have survived it. I can only hope I still survive after passing on my plight to you. Godspeed, my readers.

Tour Toronto

I was going to start my streetcar tours today. (Day One: 501 Queen, 508 Lakeshore.) Then I looked at the Weather Network and OF COURSE it's thunderstorming again! Today, tomorrow, Thursday. Awesome.

I know I should stick to my TTC plan because I'm not gonna be traveling the city in a giant hippo after this, and it'll be good to learn the public transit routes. But it's gonna take AGES! At least five full days. If I take a hippo I can see the entire city and the harbour in a couple hours- which means I can probably do that in between the rain.

Maybe I'll do both, a hippo and 501 Queen now, then spread the rest of the routes out over the year.

I'd leave the house, but it's 31degrees out there and it's gonna get rainy. *sigh* I'm Filipino, I'm supposed to feel cold in this weather! My cousin once emailed me and mentioned, "It's only 28 here so it's pretty cold." But I'm also Canadian, so I'd probably melt as soon as I got outside.

RJ On the Mend

RJ wakes up and the first thing he says is, "I want juice and pasta...." which he got! (Me too.)

My Fridge is Controlling Me

I was gathering fruits for a snack when the fridge started to beep at me. "You left the door open!" it said. "Nearly done," I replied. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you know how much energy you're wasting by leaving my doors open!? BEEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEEP!!!!"

I chucked the rest of the fruits in there and ran.

About celebrity crushes...

I have a new celebrity crush. It's on Neil Patrick Harris, or NPH if you're a super fan or don't want to type. Which I don't sometimes. I chose this picture because it's so classic and for some reason I can't manage to pull it off in all my years of cam-whoring. Ah, the looking-away-coyly-while-laughing look!

I kind of hate getting celebrity obsessions. Every so often it just pops up and I turn into a total dork. Suddenly I'm this raving stalker sex-crazed straight girl who emits a lot of high pitched noises and pumps the air so hard her boobs bounce and it hurts.

I totally know when this is happening though! I know I'm a freaky obsessed schoolgirl, (I still have the uniform so I'm still allowed to say that!) but I just can't stop! Remember when I was all about Ellen? Or Mei Melancon for about two weeks? Or Leisha? Or...wait, that girl isn't a celebrity. Anyway, or...god forbid...Vadim Schneider? Pau, with Johnny Depp? Michelle, with that other British guy? It'll pass, it'll pass. It'll pass!

But for now, I'm totally feeding it. I like Neil Patrick Harris because
a) He does MAGIC!
b) He's totally unashamedly gay, which makes other people around feel like, "hey, that's okay." That's awesome. I'm not even that comfortable with my sexuality, I feel this need to prove it's real. That, and it's really funny when people from my area find out. Or from the Church. Heh. Heheh. Heh.
c) He has a good vocabulary.
d) He enunciates. He E-NUN-CI-ATES.
e) Although most people know him from his young role as Doogie, he's not stuck in that role.
f) He's also a STAGE ACTOR. In MUSICALS. Rent, Sweeney, his first favourite musical was Les Mis? That was my second favourite musical! Seriously though, Rent? And he's good at it for real.
g) In one episode of HIMYM he cleans Ted's apartment. For different reasons, but I love people who clean. And enunciate. <3

Now, I have to go back to watching Season 4 of How I Met Your Mother for the fifth time, before I plug in the soundtrack to Dr. Horrible then watch Sweeney for the third time today.

Oh, by the way, I was thinking about how I always get crushes on old people and I thought...maybe I'll end up dating a cougar. Roar.

Awesome HIMYM Quote!

How I Met Your Mother: Season One, Episode Nine

Robin: Wait, so you're not going home for thanksgiving.
Ted: No, I have to work on Friday. You?
Robin: I'm Canadian, remember? We celebrate thanksgiving in October.
Ted: Oh right I forgot you guys are WEIRD, you pronounce the word out "out."
Robin: You guys are the worlds leader in hand gun violence, your health care system is bankrupt and your country is deeply divided on almost every important issue.
Ted: ...Your cops are called Mounties.

Zeus, God and Kat

Zeus once said, "a woman with a proper fitting bra becomes a most beautiful creature."

God replied, "Even a short heel lengthens ones calves and makes what was once a short woman become a fabulous amazon."

Kat broke between them and said, "Gods, please! These are all tools that help us achieve the fashion holy trinity! Posture! Fit! Proportion! Let us marry our tools and our aims so that we may achieve a brighter likeness in our outfits!"

And so Zeus, God, and Kat donned their supportive underwear and low-to-high heels before clothing themselves in garments worthy only of those completing the fashion holy trinity so that they may dance in all their potential fabulousness.

"To Posture! Fit! and Proportion!"

1986

I'm finally going through the, (so far) two boxes and crate of pictures and experiencing a whole pile of emotions.

There are at least 150 prints from 1986. My brother at two years old was a dark, squirmy kid. He had a yellow fleece sleeping onsie and a red snowsuit. My lolo used to pull him around on a kid-sized sled while Eric would "help" with his lil yellow shovel. 1986 was also the year my Lolo, Lola, and Tito Joe immigrated to Canada. Lola has a tiny waist, big hair and bigger glasses, but still looks just as beautiful as she does in her wedding photos. Tito Joe is tall and handsome, tall with all arms and legs. He makes the same funny faces he does for the kids now! Lolo looks the same too, always with his grandkids. (Although now it's great-grandkids!)

Of course there was big hair, big glasses, and humongous shoulder pads. My god the shoulder pads!

My cousins look like their kids. John is sitting in Tita Bebang's lap with this huge smile on his face ripping up wrapping paper on his Christmas gift. Marie has big hair and is taking good care of Eric. (Look at the Christmas pictures from this year- my hair has it's own gravitational force and I'm with the kiddies too!)

There are these people in the pictures that I don't recognize. They're holding Eric or posing in front of the tree and I have no idea who are are. Have they changed so much I can't recognize them? Or have they simply fallen out of Eric's life?

You know what the weirdest thing about this pile of photos is? Lolo Luis. He's sitting on a chair, he's playing with Eric, he's watching the cousins squabble, he's posing in front of the tree just like we still do. Makes me wonder about him, you know, if he was as cool as Lolo is. What tendancies he had, the cadances of his speech, if he piled food on his grandchildrens plates too!

Alright, next roll!

I started at a young age...

This is me at Age 2. I guess I have always loved vacuuming.

Night Out Polyvore

Night Out by AerianaEve featuring Joe's Jeans fashion

Love and Discipline Polyvore

Love and Discipline by AerianaEve featuring All Saints

Steampunk Polyvore

Steampunk by AerianaEve featuring All Saints

Normal Things Described Ridiculously, and Baby Kyle!

Normal Things Described Ridiculously
Subways: Hundreds of people sit inside tubes of metal hurling itself through narrow tunnels dug out of rocks meters below the earth's surface.
Cars: People sit inside this 2 ton cube of metal while oil lights on fire and explodes beneath them.
Organ Transplants: Doctors knife up some dead guy, pull out the heart and lungs and corneas and kidneys and livers and knife up some sick person and stick them in.
Earrings: You pay $15 for a lady to shoot a pointy metal stick into your flesh. Then you drive more metal sticks into this hole in your ear with little dangly things hanging off them.

Kyle
Yes, I know, ANOTHER ONE? I saved the best topic in this post for last- please welcome Kat's niece-or-nephew No15...KYLE!
He's not red or squishy-faced at all so he looks much older. Obviously he's very cute, right down to his sneezes and hiccups. I think he's heavier than Alyssa actually. I'm going to teach him about science and health and anything else he wants to know. (I've promised each of my nieces and nephews I'd teach them about science and I am true to my word!) Maybe when he's much older he'll read this and wonder, "How was Tita Tina ever 19? She's so old right now!" I wish I had something more interesting to say but I'm all tuckered out.

Chinese People Pincushions, Alyssa Rae, and Young Lovin'

I went all over Pacific Mall and Market Village looking for a chinese people pincushion of my own, but I couldn't even find a regular pincushion! So I'm using my mom's, which is pink and bigger than the one pictured, and it also smells kinda weird. She says it's because it's 25 years old.
This is No 14, Alyssa. See, I realize I look super awkward all the time because my shoulders are always way up so now I look normal with Alyssa. =) She's less squishy-faced than Christian. Er...I was really excited when she was born but I haven't seen her for weeks and I really want to but she's in Mississauga soo... I hardly see my nieces and nephews because I don't live on Valdor Drive, (don't ask) but I see my Mississauga nieces and nephews only a couple times a year. Aren't they awesome though? So awesome.

Here's some old pictures I found. Hooray!

Why I Think You Can Get Anaphylaxis From Using Cerumol

First a quick note, I have disinfected Speedy's tank and waiting for it to achieve biological stasis before I return her, so her temporary address is:

The Box
The Floor
Tina's Room / West Guyzeeland
Upstairs

and then the rest is the same.

Three Points:

• Cerumol is a formula for ear drops containing peanut oil.
• Anaphylaxis is a serious reaction to a stimulus, (in this case, peanuts.)
• Let the subject be allergic to peanuts/peanut products.

Now let's begin.

I know that your tear ducts are connected to your ears because if you shoot water really fast into your ear it comes out your eyes. I know your eyes are connected to your nose because when you cry you get sniffly. I know your nose is connected to your brain because Egyptians pulled out the brain through the nose, and because if you thread a wire through a pig fetus' nose it comes out it's brain. I know the nose is connected to the trachea and esophagus because if you sniff up a nose bleed it goes down your throat and it's very unpleasant, and I know if you eat something and swallow it wrong it can go down your trachea which is also unpleasant. I know all of these things are near veins but there is a barrier between blood and the brain, ears and the blood, eyeballs and blood, nose and blood. For the cerumol to cross these barriers, (skin, etc.) it must...well...cross them. I dunno, active transport or something?

However, say the subject uses the ear drops, then stands up. The ear drops travel to the tear duct area and down the nose, but the subject sniffs it up. The cerumol is sniffed into the esophagus which leads to the stomach where it is broken down and the cerumol seeps through the villi to the bloodstream.

OR there's a hole in the lining of the ear/eye/nose/brain and it goes through.

Nice Guys

Do you remember nice guys? I didn't. I remember a lot of bravado, puffing of chests and fluttering feathers. I met a nice guy today in the library. I mean, we'd known each other from before, but I hadn't seen him in a long time.

He was...nice! He didn't press when I said I just wasn't in school, or where I had transferred to. He was calm, even-spoken. In turn, I felt more calm. When I left I felt happy. You know the feeling when you're wearing a circle skirt, a top, and a little sweater? That was the feeling. I like that. I miss that. I feel like I've turned defensive over time and for a moment, he made me softer.

My eyes relaxed and my shoulders dropped and it was like...different! Now I realize I'm almost always on guard, for people who will be abrasive about my school situation, or my orientation or my issues. I'm also on guard for things that will hurt, like Speedy's claws or getting that look about school, anything!

I want to become more like that. I want to be less angry, less crass. You know, in grade nine I felt different. I could be sweet and graceful at times. Then something shifted and when there were times I wanted to be like that I just ended up telling stupid jokes or explaining myself before people made judgments. Which made me tired, justifying myself. Maybe I can still be like that.

In elevator
With phlebotomist, eyeing
Her blue box of sharps.

The Oasis From the Mess

This is my room! It's not messy, but it is especially small so it looks AGES to figure out a system that would keep it organized. I like it!

How to Survive a Messy House, Part 2

Breakfast Nook

As you can see, there is a microwave in the corner. The rest of the nook is pretty much unrecognizable. The best way to tackle something like this is to just dig in. If you're looking for something, just dig in and push things aside until you've found it. Or not.