tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326975223912513822011-12-22T12:24:02.180-08:00Who ever said random was a bad thing?Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01071700151057759667noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532697522391251382.post-33716394638982522782010-01-17T21:56:00.000-08:002010-09-23T19:24:05.238-07:00

Looking for new blog posts? Head over to my new site, Chatter (yes, the same name, different domain). All the posts from here are already transferred :)

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I've been thinking about switching over to Word Press, but I'm not 100% sure yet. Basically, I'm looking for a few more options for my blog, like password protected posts and such. I'd like to transfer all my posts here to there, but I don't know if the hassle will be worth it. I haven't had the time to research Word Press's system, so maybe I should do that first. Has anyone out there made

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I was having a conversation with two of my best friends during a coffee date the other day. Two of us (myself included) are all done school and one of us is still in school, studying Sociology and Anthropology. She was asked if she has taken any Psychology courses, and she said no, that they don't touch that stuff. I found it odd, really, because I always thought that cross-studying was a good

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I've never been the kind of girl who needs at least an hours to get ready to go in the morning. Excluding eating breakfast and warming my car in the morning (Hey, Canadian winters are cold!) it usually takes me about 20-25 minutes to shower, get dressed and do what I need to do in the morning. I'm always amazed by girls who refuse to leave the house without their full-blown make up done and hair

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I don't make New Years resolutions but usually I try to just do things that I've been wanting to do for a while. I got the idea from this post by Amber to list 10 things I'd like to accomplish this year. Some of them are planned already and some of them are not. Here we go! 1) Celebrate Chinese New Year in Vancouver - I really wish I celebrated my Chinese heritage more and I really enjoy taking

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I've decided that every Friday, I'm going to post a recipe that I've tried or recently tried. I love food and love trying new recipes, so when I find something I like, I'll share it with you :) I've created a blog specifically for the recipes here and they'll be organized by ingredient, Ethnicity and difficulty for easy searching! That way, you don't have to search this blog for specific recipes

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I'm sure there comes a time in everyone's lives where they need to work two jobs (unless they're spoiled or rich or something). I've done it in high school; I was 15 and I worked at a little gift shop during the week and at a Chinese/Western restaurant on weekends during the evening.I guess at that age not having a social life during the summer was okay. Everyone I knew was travelling somewhere

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I hope everyone had a fabulous night of celebration last night! I've only been asked a couple times so far about whether or not I've made a resolution yet.I must say, I'm not one to make crazy resolutions. I've never sworn to eat healthier, quit smoking (because I've never seriously had to), or lose weight. Hell, I hardly make normal ones, like to be more positive, travel or read more books (

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Image found here I don't have fast food all the time, but every so often I get a really bad craving for an egg burrito in the morning or chicken nuggets after a late night of partying. It's interesting when people say to me "Oh gross, how can you eat that stuff? Don't you know how bad it is for you?" It's like they think I eat it all the time or something. I may have it once or twice a month,

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You could possibly call me a typical Canadian, but there's something about watching a hockey game that gets me excited. I love the fast pace of it, the fans are crazy and the athletes are talented. A lot of my girl friends don't quite understand the game or why I love the Vancouver Canucks. To be honest, I never really watched hockey until about Grade 7. My (not really) step-dad is a crazed

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New Year's always seems to be a time for moral dilemmas with parties and get together coming at you from every direction. Usually I opt for staying at home and celebrating with a few close friends. I've done so for years now, so when people ask me to come out with them, I'll tell them that I'm just going to stay home. I don't leave people hanging and waiting for my answer. I don' t like knowing

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It's interesting when you're home by yourself and you realize how much quieter things are. Kyle's away for the evening, visiting his dad and grandma in our hometown and while my roommate is home, things are awfully quiet without Kyle here. Usually the television is on some random channel or a video game is being played, but when Kyle's not here, you could probably hear a pin drop. He gets

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The year is coming to an end and while I'm awful at keeping to resolutions, I did learn many things. There was a popular Note theme on Facebook this year where people listed 25 things that their friends may not know about them, such as weird quirks or family history. Instead of doing that on here, I'm going to attempt to list 25 things I've learned in the past year: 1) While it was

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As some people may now I've managed to dislocate my shoulder six times in the past. This morning, I added +1 to that total. When I was 15 I decided to try out skateboarding with my little brother. He told me to stay away from the quarter pipe because I wasn't good enough. Of course, I didn't listen and I went down it, bailed and dislocated my shoulder. That was eight years ago and now my

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So I may be a Blog stalker, but I'm really trying to make this lame-o blog of my a bit better. Heck, I'm thinking I may even rename it. Who knows. I do a lot of these survey-like questionnaires on Facebook but dear Amber has some nice little shorts ones. Today, I present to you Ten on Tuesday, which Amber got from Roots and Rings. 1. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew

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My house has mice in it - more specifically, the kitchen has mice in it, somewhere.It all started last week and while we thought we caught the one and only mouse, I found poop in our silverware drawer on Wednesday. Siiiick. We caught one more mouse, but somehow three of our nine traps are missing its bait (Nutella). I don't know how the bait is missing without the mice being dead, but we're going

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Kyle and I just celebrated our anniversary a couple days ago and while it was low-key, it was absolutely fantastic. To make my blog seem less boring, I've taken the following from Amber. What are your middle names? Michele and Thomas How long have you been together? Seven wonderful years. People keep asking us, "When are you going to get married?" and really, we're tired of being asked. We

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... my blog sucks. Oh well.

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I wrote about it for my column next week, but I really do love music. It calms me when I'm having anxiety attacks. I just let it pour through me and it eases my thoughts. Concentrating on the lyrics, hearing the beat ... it's soothing. I can't help but feel happy when I listen to music. Don't ever take it away.

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I find it slightly odd that I'm not offended by all the disgusting guy talk that goes on in my house. If I was a "normal" girl, I would freak out and tell them to shut up. However, I laugh on the inside. Maybe I'm a little bit of a perv.

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Hurray for joining the Twitter bandwagon. I fear I'm going to regret this. Like I need another addiction.Follow me here: http://twitter.com/karachowI created one for work a while ago, but I never update it. Vasey indirectly convinced me to create my own by telling me to follow her, or something. Oy.There's no escaping it. At least I never fell victim to MySpace.

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It was a Thursday. The girl who helps the Echo's delivery girl was wishing it was Friday. I told the girl to take a mental health day. The delivery girl has mental health issues. FML. I'm 99% sure she didn't hear me.

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Boo to having big hopes and dreams but being broke. Boo to having a job in an industry that's falling apart. Boo to having your boyfriend be an amazing welder but getting laid off because his industry is slow as well. Boo to life right now.Boo.

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... if I have to read about someone's wedding plans one more time, I may punch them in the face. Why do people think that everyone else wants to know every single aspect of their wedding planning journey? I don't care if your invitations are white with pink roses, that you're having a hard time deciding between the country club or the destination wedding or that you know who's on your guest list

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It's funny, the first "real" job I applied for was at the NL radio station, and while I got an interview, the guy who interviewed me wanted me to do a whole bunch of other stuff as part of the application process. (Voice recording, broadcast writing style, etc.) I guess I just kind of lost interest in wanting to do broadcast, or maybe I just didn't want to have to do all this extra crap just to

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Do I torture myself by trying to keep up with my blogs?

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