GoldfingerI once again immpose the "today ends when I close my eyes" clause. Lets see where this leads us. When I started yesterdays blog entry I had something entirely different in mind. And then it became what it became. Today is the second to last blog entry in the self imposed week of writing. As I was explaining to Bev and Gary I'm not doing this out of any sense of peer pressure or anything. I just needed an excuse to exercise my writing muscle. Necessity is the mother of invention. A plan without a deadline is just wishful thinking. etc etc cliche cliche. With me I find I do my best work when a little pressure is applied. And in my pressure free world I felt my creativity left wanting. Kinda like when I stop reading regularly my vocab reverts to grunting.
Yesterday I felt goofy, and kinda horny which may explain the unexpected tangent my thoughts traveled. Tonight I feel tired and lazy. Like I said, suddenly I've been really busy. It's amazing how busy one can get when one has nothing to do. I really thought today was gonna suck ass but as they say, life happens when....
EDIT: I had written this long ass description of my day on how it started out really sucky then ended up a little bit of all right. Question: did you ever have a day when everything you touched turned to gold???
Love comes in spurts.If you take a small sample, say a small time interval, you may see chaos. If you lengthen the time interval you may see some pattern emerge. With me usually I'm alone and don't meet anyone for long periods of time then suddenly I meet a lot of ppl in a very very short period of time, like all in one day. Like today. Lets see how I screw this one up. I give myself a week.
Did I ever tell you about the time I had one date on the Saturday and one date on Valentines day? It wasn't till the Thursday did I figure out that Valentines day was on Saturday... To make a long storey short I tried to cancel both but couldn't, so I figured out an early dinner and a late movie. Dinner went well and long. Date asks, 'why you looking at your watch every five minutes, do you have another date or something?'. I can't lie. End of date. Felt so guilty that I had a terrible time at the movies. I believe one is now engaged and the other has a kid. Fact check: Looking at the calendar this 'Saturday Valentines day' must have either been 2 years ago or 9 years ago. I seem to remember it was about 4-5 years ago so it probably wasn't a Saturday.
Did I ever tell you about the worse date I ever had? I had met this girl, lets call her L.L. She was probably the third hottest girl I've ever met. Lets make this quick to save some pain. (Most of the following are excerpts from imaginary transcript from her cell phone at various time index or direct quotes from her) Pick me up at 10 after work. I work at Richmond Centre. It's the mall on 3 rd. It's 11 where are you? What do you mean you can't find the theatres? Oh you must be at the other mall on 3 rd. What? You're at the airport? Oh you accidentally found the mall? What? You locked your keys in the car? The spare is in Surrey, I'll drive. It's like 1 what's still open? White Spot it is. *Wet Kiss* I had a really good time call me tomorrow.
The problem was that I was so embarrassed by the whole Mr Bean like Odyssey that I never called her again. Sometimes I wonder.
Rhoel.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears;
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a peserving sweet- Romeo and Juliet Act I Scene I
Ain't no half steppin......'cause I'm the big daddy Ro.
Did you know that a sneeze releases 1/8 the endorphins as an orgasm? Its true, I heard it on the radio. And I just sneezed 3 times, almost there. In fact I can't remember the last time I sneezed 8 times all at once. It's been a while. Now that I think about it I once heard a woman's orgasm be described as a 'full body sneeze'. I guess that's a better description than I first gave credit for.
Did you ever hear about that experiment where they hooked up these monkeys 'orgasm centre' to a red button. The monkeys kept hitting the buttons till they died. I bet you a million dollars they were male monkeys. A female monkey would have asked itself to stop for a sec.
I was reading Oliver's blog, more specifically his latest entry regarding flirting. I find myself normally doing most of those things on his list but I don't consider myself a flirt. With me it's more of an exercise on how far can I take this without getting a) slapped, b) getting a drink thrown in my
fayce c) get beat up by someone's Neanderthal bf or d) all of the above. Ultimately my goal is to either close the deal, or set up another meeting. And why is it when one talks intimately with more than one female in the room suddenly he's a dawg??? Ever hear about the 'all the eggs in one basket' theory? If one pins all his energy into one pony, what happens when that pony walks out with another stud? You're shite outta luck and you just missed last call. Say with one girl in the room you have...a 1% chance. That's a low number to put money on. But if you take that 1% times 100 women...nice. I rather like that. Not bad for something I just made up. Makes it sound like I actually know what I'm talking about.
And how do you ask out someone you know? With a stranger if one crashes and burns then one justs wipes off that drink and moves on to the next bachlorette without missing a beat. Easy Breezy. I seem to remember a cliche about having to break a few eggs before they hatch in order to make a bulut omlette or something...A friend thou that would be a hard one. No guts no glory right fellas? I wonder if Nick was shiting...eggs...before he asked out Mel, or Ed and Tina, or Bert and Ernie...
Disclaimer: The opinions and attitudes presented in the preceding work are mostly a work of fiction and do not necessarily represent the opinions and attitudes of it's author...except for the parts that do.
Rhoel.
I shall live in thy heard, die in thyn lap, and be buried in thyn eyes.-some Shakespeare line that I heard from a movie once.
CrashI made it threw the weekend, woot!!! I think posting till Thursday should be easy now. Gary, it's not so much I'm forcing myself to blog. I just wanna force myself into the rhythm of it. A plan without a timeline is just wishful thinking. So I've heard. I'm exercising my blog muscle. I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing in general, I've gotten away from that.
So I'm not into the lazzzzzzzz...zzzz...ZZZ...zzyyyy days of summer. Since the show I promised myself a week of being a bum and then to start up again, running working out, playing sports again (I stopped because I was afraid of getting hurt before the show). I'm now into week three of bumminess. It's like suddenly I don't have the time. We have ppl over tonight so tomorrow it begins anew.
About a month before the show I hurt my foot and I could barely walk for like two weeks. I was kinda panicking because how can I dance if I can't walk? Lucky it happened on a Monday and I had all week to heal. Sunday came and I was still injured. I tried my best to hide my condition and I think I only yelped twice and only two tears of pain hovered on my left eye lid. I don't think anyone noticed. But on the following Monday my foot was even worse. The following Sunday was about 50% and a week before the show I was pain free. What a relief. When Marc hurt himself at QE I know exactly what was going through his mind and I didn't want to look at him because it would have freaked me out. Mur's latest blog kind of brought back that icky feeling for me. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't walk. It is in these moments I feel blessed. These simple daily miracles that can easily be taken for granted.
Summer projects:
- Plan a KP kamping. I was in the midst of planning something last year when I dropped everything and suddenly took off to Toronto for three weeks. I was walking down the street one day in TO thinking, "I think I'm supposed to be doing something today". I'll guage the interest and I better get on that because everything may already be booked. Rodney says he knows a spot on the island near Long Beach so we could do some surfing. There's some other things in the works aswell. I don't think we've done a KP kamping since the summer Princess Di died.
-My cousins cousin, no relation, is having a cotillion which I have been recruited to teach. Since they're kinda family I don't feel right asking for payment of services. So I'm teaching a Jota, a Pitik, and maybe a Cha-cha. So that should be pretty easy. One month of 5 a week practices should get it done.
-I want to do a road trip somewhere. Where and when doesn't really matter. I just have that wonder lust again. Flying somewhere isn't the same because it's all about the journey in this case. All I know is that I do NOT want to drive to Edmonton again. I hate that drive and hope I never have to do it ever again. Except if it's like on a kamping adventure or something.
- I'm thinking of going back to TO for the Christmas holidays, maybe go to NY. My cousin Lei Lei got the lead in a production of...I can't remember, in Toronto. Oh summer, right.
- Why is it the only time I have to play hockey is in the summer? The only place that still has ice is Richmond Ice (is that what it's called? Near Silvercity Riverport)
That's about it. Till the morrow.
Rhoel.
HOLLA!!!!! (with hand on forehead)
Technically......it is no longer Sunday and I have failed in my one week of blogging. But in my world technicalities are for lawyers and time passes in sleeps. As I have not yet slept all it takes is for me to write a blog entry later on today (after my sleep) to have kept me on tract. But, as I have nothing really to say I will substitute substance with volume. (I've been drinking and just got in.)
Random thoughts-writing massive blogs everyday requires a dedicated readership. As one who checks ppls blogs maybe every other day if there's like three giant blog entries I've missed I'm more likely not to bother. Unless I get really bored later that day.
-I normally hang all my cloths so the hook of the hanger points back and all my cloths line up facing to the right. This morning I for some reason mounted something facing left and when I went to hang it I had this momentary feeling that someone was playing a massive joke on me and re-hung everything facing the wrong way. Then I thought about it..and then switched the jacket around.
-My cloths that don't get hung end up on a pile on my floor which I sift around looking for what I'm looking for. I have a separate pile for dirty cloths. I believe my carpet is beige...
-I need to do some shopping. My standard uniform is usually a t-shirt, jeans, and puma's. (leather jacket if it's cold enough, or some kind of pull over). All my other cloths suck. I even need new jeans as I have only one favorite pair. I have a room full of stuff that I've never worn or have only worn once.
-I love to not shave for a week and dress like a bum. Shaving every day is for the birds. I only shave when I have a date, am meeting an advertiser, am going to practice, or have a game. I think some of you would be shocked if you caught me mid-week being a soap dodger. I find it kinda funny. (like a joke that only I get. I have a lot of those)
-I want to shave my head, totally bic it. I've been thinking about it for a while, but I'm afraid that I have a funny shaped head. I doubt I'll do this but if my hair gets any thinner I may not have a choice. I think the summers of blonding my hair have permanently damaged my scalp, getting older hasn't helped. Lex Luthur from 'Smallville' is my hero. My hero is bald...
-I've done the lone wolf thing all year. I need a girl friend. Since Trish it's been almost exactly a year. I think she's on her third girlfriend since then. At least she hasn't dated any guys since me, or is that a bad thing....
ROMEO
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace
in thy breast,
Would I were sleep and peace, so
sweet to rest.
G'night. Rhoel.
The Legend of the ZZed...or Zee to you American cousins.
When a baby is born it imprints on the face of the mother. Something happens in those first few moments that intertwines two souls. It is this sort of relationship that wrote the inevitable conclusion that I would one day own a Z.
When I was around 4 or 5 my uncle Larry bought a green 240 Z. The colour was odd in that it was that typical 70's green that seemed rather dull in colour even thou it was new. From the moment I saw the car I loved it. Even thou I had no concept of lust at 4 years old I did know that just looking at the car made me feel
something inside. According to my uncle I loved to watch whenever he washed the car or worked on it. I liked to ride in the cargo compartment instead of the front seat. I remember that distinctly. I remember what the car looked like inside and out. A few years later he traded in the 240 for a silver 260 Z. It wasn't soon after that he sold the Z. I remember myself crying when he told me and I made him promise that he'd buy another one. The story of the demise of the Z remains a mystery. I seem to remember my uncle getting too many speeding tickets, not being able to renew his licence. My mom says that his new wife made him sell it. My uncle says he can't remember, but he thinks that he didn't have the money to keep it. I counted down the year to when my uncle would buy another Z. That year past, and so did many others until I forgot about it.
Over the years Datsun became Nissan. After the 260 model came the 280. My 7th grade teacher had a 280 as did my friends dad, thou it was a 2 plus 2 variety (yuk). In high school my first car was a shit brown Datsun 510 wagon nick named 'Duck Poo'. I once had an argument with a girl on the bus that Datsun and Nissan were the same company. At one point the Z became the ZX. One of the bad girls in the cartoon M.A.S.K. drove a 280 that turned into a plane. My oldest brother almost bought that same model, but it was an automatic. He bought a Mustang instead, another car I imprinted on. Soon the 280 morphed into a pseudo super car, the 300 Z twin turbo which quickly priced itself out of existence. So for about 5 or so years there was no Z.
Then in the early millennia there were whispers that Nissan was gearing up to resurrect the legendary name. Early indications were that the styling would be retro to recapture the magic of the original 240. I was getting all excited because finally the opportunity was there for me to one day own the car of my dreams. But in a change of strategy the new cars styling would be cutting edge and stay away from the retro. I was crushed. There would be no way I would find it in my heart to love this new Z. And the early photo's of the tail lights and door handles made me think that they were designing a space ship and that the new Z wouldn't deserve the name. Early conceptual spy drawings had it looking like the gladly departed 300 twin turbo. And then I saw her. Hello sunshine...
From the moment I sat in her I knew I was home. Some of the retro touches of the early design had remained in the interior. It looked like an evolution of the original Z.
With my cousin Lei Lei in from Kingston we decided to chill at the Reagle Beagle last night. According to her and her brother, their dad, my uncle Larry couldn't stop talking about my car. He had walked into a Nissan dealership a week previous and had unknowingly picked out the exact car that is Jessica. And when he first saw her as I pulled up to his gate I saw the look on his face that must have been the same look I had as a 4 yr old looking at the Z for the first time.
This morning before I drove home my Tito Larry made my Tita Lillian sit in the Z. She had the look on her face that she knew she was being sold on something. "See Lillian it has the Nav and it looks like my old car and it...take it for a drive...and it's even the same colour I want...take it for a drive..." As she sat there she just kinda smiled and asked Leonard when he was graduating. As it turns out they may need a new car next year.
Rhoel
Keeping up with the Cruz'sThe Gary and Bev variety. I'm going to take a week, try to write something substantial every day and see if I can get a rhythm going. Think of this as an experiment as I'm in front of the computer almost everyday. A few things that may derail this train, the fact that it is summer and I may not be in front of the comp as much as the rest of the year, during production when all the computers are actually doing work, during the weekends when my brain has checked out. I think a week is a good goal with getting thru this first weekend as the initial challenge. Starting now.
HitchReading Randy's blog got me thinking about my own personal rules of dating. Every once in a while a movie comes out and tries to spell out the rules of dating like a film version of "Dating for Dummies". I recently watched Hitch. As I don't like to spoil movies for ppl (one of my biggest pet peeves) I'll just say that the movie was funny as hell. As for the dating advice, I thought it was kinda corny. Another movie that comes to mind was Swingers, wait 3 days to call her back. As a movie I thought it rocked. It was money baby. I think every guy in the world now thinks that 3 days is the right time to call back. I wonder what a girl would think about that?
As for my own personal rules. I don't think I have any. I mean I suppose it would be easier to have set of guidelines to help, but I think rules are too specific for too broad of an application, which in my opinion is why they rarely work. With me its more of a fluid progression. Like playing quarterback:
-a play is called on the probability of a certain defence.
-you saddle up and try to read the formation of the d and adjust accordingly, even audible.
-during the play you make your reads and you progress from one option to the other until the point comes were you commit to an action then for good or bad you let fly.
-Huddle!!!
Reading Randy's plight on his third date encounter reminds me of how unfulfilled my own personal life is and how far away I am from being in an adult relationship. In fact I've only very recently began considering myself an adult. I think in modern dating practices the third date is the
make-it or break it moment. I think with me I pretty much know almost immediately if I want to seek a relationship with someone or if I want to just get some. If it's a relationship I have to start to think and stuff, maybe take a step back and formulate and strategize (I'm a sucky strategist). Otherwise just jump in...head first... .I actually like it when the girl does all the strategizing and I just act all surprised when the trap is sprung. Easier that way I suppose.
For the rest of the summer I pledge to go out more to chill with ppl and to date way more. This I decree.
Rhoel
-He who hesitates masterbates.-a
blind wise man.
Conspiracy Theory #67489B Subsection 2I want to know how these Likha cousins of ours post blog entries
EVERY day. And not just a few words here and there, but entire well thought out volumes. It's like a gift. Even at my bloggiest I can churn out something maybe once every 3 or so days. After much deliberation I've come to the conclusion that either my life is pretty uneventful compared to most or that all of Likha are robots. We've all seen "The Steppford Wives"!!!!That would certainly explain the insane dance moves and the fact that they have to go to Europe every year for a "tour". I think they're being serviced and are planning to take over the universe starting with Davie street so they can start marketing Fritz poutine to the rest of the universe. It's late. I'm sleepy.
Rhoel
Season in ReviewNow that the 'high' of the show is now in the 'crash' phase I think I've pondered enough on the season that was. Since I'm pretty much brain damaged and can't remember what I had for breakfast (didn't eat anything today yet) a lot I may miss out so feel free to add to the pile. (or even create your own pile).
This year started out with a lot of potential. For the first time in forever we had as many guys as girls, and more...
girls...than guys. I remember those first workshops when Randy was working with a group downstage left, Kathy a group ds right and the guys working in the back. It was beautiful chaos and no unutilized space. It's not only the amt of new dancers, it was the quality. Marc teaches hip hop, the dude with the weird hat dances ballet, Percy...had the right bod, and Mondo already had a tour under his belt. There were a few others that eventually stopped coming but thankfully most stayed. There were a few new girls too. Lorie, a kper by association finally signed up.
A common discussion amongst the more senior dancers that off season was that a lot of the small polish type things had been negligent the past little bit. I wouldn't go so far as saying 'sloppy' but it seems a lot of the 'crispness' had drifted. Precision. Learning and teaching on the run sort of thing. I think with a veteran core that had been together for so long and the scarcity of recruits over the past 5 years previous we'd become somewhat laxed, assuming everyone was on the same page all the time. So with the 10 year anniversary Likha reunion on the books I got the feeling that the name of the game for this year was quality, not quantity. And as usual I pledged myself to be more involved in the polishing of dances, a pledge I soon forgot the moment I became busy...as usual.
Looking back at our line-up and with Likha doing half the dances I see that this was a unique opportunity and the ambition wasn't to learn an entirely new suite as per usual, but to take what we already know and do well and do it better. This was fine at first but towards the middle of the process I started having this fear that we were on cruise control, that there was a general lack of any sense of urgency. I had this fear because I had the feeling that I was the worse offender. Knowing the senior dancers as I do I knew that this wasn't so much a problem because I know they can pretty much flip a switch and be in stage mode, I also trust that each of them will be ready in time. I think the real fear was that we were setting a bad example for the younger dancers. I think I tried to remedy this by sticking my face into everything and being all huffy and puffy for a couple of weeks but all I think I did was become annoying so I killed that pretty quick. Besides, I got busy again and totally forgot about all that soon after.
As it turns out all is well. I read a few comments from the Likha blogs that apparently we were on the ball and sharp even during the rehearsals. Which is really good to hear. My biggest fear stems back from when our groups first met when we thought we were ready till we saw their first practice and realized that we were woefully unprepared.
Normally at this point I'd present my winners for my made up categories but brainstorming with wiL it was decided that they would be presented in the forum to be voted upon by you the viewers to decide who is the next KPidol.
Rhoel.
The WizardI think the only time it feels real is the moments before the opening curtain. I think that's the only time I'm actually aware of everything in the universe. Everyone in their spot and in costume. I always take a moment to look at everyone individually trying to absorb everything. A few lucid moments before I loose my mind. This world and the real world separated by a velvet curtain.
My build up to the show was the same as always. I thought with no solo's this year that it would be a more relaxed experience that I could enjoy and appreciate in the moment. But that my friend was not to be. Weeks worth of sleepless nights thinking about the show. Waking up every hour because I'm so anxious and excited on the days leading up. Spending every spare moment having fun with our Likha friends. Mentally visualizing my every step on and around the stage. I think that the process stops right before the opening curtain. I think this year it took me two days to physically recover and mentally I'm still having a hard time concentrating on things for more than a few hours at a time. For instance this is my third bash at this blog entry. But after all is said and done, I figure I'll take a week off and be a bum and I'm ready to start on next year!!!
It was so hot performing with like this year. I love seeing another group work, getting new ideas on how to do things, seeing how other ppl prepare. The Lika girls I still don't have right. There's Casey, there's Cassy (which one is related to Christian I still don't know, it's not the one with the lip piercing but which one is she I'm not sure), there's 4 of this name, 3 of those, Oh wait you all changed into different cloths so I have to start again. I'm so confuzzled!!! I think that 'getting to know you' ice breaker from Sat overheated my brain, wait I need a beer to bring down the operating temp. Shanna Lou I know, Casey is lip ring, Cassy (Cassandra) is Christian's 15 year old sister right? Who's the 26 year old one...???? Argh!!!! Anyways...
Thurs was fun day with Likha. I got to meet new ones and got to better know the ones we met before. BTW I was NOT hogging baby Isaac, as soon as requested I passed him along. Riding in the car with the one and only Manok, Eman, Brian...and one more...was pure comedy. I haven't laughed so hard in my life. The hi-light was Manok's rendition of our national anthem. Robson was...Robson, but the party at Kathy's was fun. Celebs was fun till I turned around and everyone had suddenly left. How do 40 ppl sneak out from behind me??? I want poutine too, wait for me!!!
Friday kinda seemed like an extension of Thurs, well considering that I barely slept may have something to do with it. Getting a hold of Iris was interesting. A lost cell phone and a 12am call time can easily turn into a Mr Bean routine. Lets see, I call Iris and leave a msg. Melissa M calls me then calls Iris. Randy calls me. Iris texts Randy who then calls me telling me to go online to IM Iris. Hi Iris! All was well, that is considering she got in 10 mins previous and got a solid hour of sleep and was still hungover from her grad. The performance for the consulate was a nice warm up to the show. I was having Vogue theatre flash backs with those non-existent wings and I apologize to the girl I almost body checked into the percussion instrumentalists during one of the BLACK-outs.
Saturday was covered my most of the others on their blogs, but a few things that only I may have seen. For one, the surest way to give ones partner a heart attack is to constantly wait till two seconds before you have to go on before you nonchalantly make your appearance on the wings. Geri, if you're my partner again we're going to have to do something about that. I think we should tape reflectors on the little kids to stop them from being run over. Joey is convinced that there's a ghost of a girl in the girls (pink) bathroom that was talking to him. Note to first set Sinkil clapper girls: the cloth goes over, not thru my face and when it's stuck no amount of pulling will help disloge it. I want to know who helped me tie my bahug. That fucker was so tight that my nuts almost became diamonds for crying out loud and I couldn't get the mop/hip thing in! The best I could do was maybe 3 or 4 strings and I pulled it all the way thru. It was then I realized that it was all tied up in my g-string and that I had a quick change right after. While I was dancing I was mentally trying to track down my sissors just in case I had to cut off the g and go commando the rest of the half!
I'd like to take a moment to thank all of the Likhettes, Kuya Jun and Kuya Rudy. This is such a great experience and performing with you guys just enhances everything. Ledge, Ed, Big Sexy, Mur thanks for the dedication and friendship thru out the years. Kpeeps and Randy, thanks for being my family and best friends and the only constants in my world.
The Wizard
Sitting in my seat the house lights now dim,
time for the spectecle to begin.
For two hours I am swept away from my life,
and am transported to a world of movement, music,
costumes and light.
As a witness to wonders upon wonders
where miricles abound.
Its easy to be inclined to assume
what I hear and see.
And that it is natural to astound.
To take for granted that magic isn't common.
But if I looked more closely as I watched
or listen more intently as I heard,
I'd know to pull back the curtain
on either side
to see the ideas, courage and heart
that make this illusion real.
Rhoel
American InvasionWhen you think about it America can decide one day that it wants to annex Canada, do it, take a nap, then start answering the complaint letters. I don't think anyone else on the planet would even help us out as our army gets routed by their army reserves in a training exercise. It kinda makes me nervous knowing that our national security plan revolves around living right beside the States.
Tomorrow members of our sister company from San Fran start to arrive for our shows coming June 10 and 11. I believe this year marks the 10 year anni of when our two groups first met. I still remember that time, oh how naive we were.
Back then we were under the impression that Likha was an older group so we planned things like bowling night and stuff like that. I also think we took that initial show kinda lightly, it was kinda like a last min thing and I think we sold like 10 tickets and we weren't too worried about it. And then when they arrived I remember thinking, 'Damn they're just like us!' (age wise). The second thing I noticed was, 'Damn they're really freaking good, I don't know if I want to go on stage with those guys!' The third thing I noticed was 'Damn, that Kuya Rudy yells a lot, he must really know what he's talking about!' The fourth thing....you get the picture. Basically Likha was in another stratosphere and we were hovering about a metre(3.28 feet) off the ground. Burr it's cold in here, there must be some Likha's in the atmosphere! (traveling north at 1010 kph or 627.6 mph)
The last thing I noticed was man do they like to party. I hope that hasn't changed because I intend to work hard and play just as damn hard. I also know that Likha's coming to town and we better be ready!!! C ya'll tomorrow. Btw, you guys better pack some jackets 'cause it's burr cold here the last couple of days. I had to close my windows at night and turn the furnace back on and everything.
Rhoel.
