Who’s Asian Jim?

A couple weeks ago, I went to see Cloud Atlas with my friend.  We saw the late show and it was really long and I was really tired. But it was good.  I loved the makeup and thought it was all done really well.  In the elevator scene, I found myself attracted to the old guy and wondered why, and then I realized that it was James D’Arcy playing him and it all made sense.  I wouldn’t mind being trapped in an elevator with old James D’Arcy.

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He’s so sexy as an old man.

Another impressive part was Jim Sturgess as an Asian guy.  Somehow, he looks even hotter when he’s Asian.  I think it’s the look combined with the character and fight scenes that makes him so great.  Just everything about him really.  After the movie, we reflected on how he was hottest when he was the Asian character.

Asian Jim Sturgess

Yeah. How can you not find that attractive?

My friend sent me a text message the following day about Cloud Atlas and about Asian Jim Sturgess.  My brother happened to glance at my phone as I was texting and asked me “Who’s Asian Jim?”.  I told him it was from a movie and he was like “The character’s name is Asian Jim?”.  I tried to explain it to him but he’s 11 and Cloud Atlas is way too complicated even for some adults.

So I tried explaining how the actor plays an Asian guy but I couldn’t really explain myself.  So every so often, my siblings will randomly ask me “Who’s Asian Jim?” and make fun of me.  So now I’m pretty sure they just think that I’m dating some Asian guy named Jim.  How fun for me…

I Am Downtown Shopping Night: Part 2, Pretty Penny Contest

In my last post, I talked about how I went to the I am downtown shopping event at Pacific Centre last Wednesday night.  But I haven’t yet told you about the best part of the night.  After getting our photos taken, sampling cookies and smoothies, and spinning the prize wheel again, we went back upstairs to where the fashion show had been, where they were now holding what they called the Pretty Penny Contest.  There were two mannequins, one male, and one female, and they were both decked out in fabulous outfits.  It was our job to guess how much each outfit was worth.  The person who got the closest to the actual amount, would win $1000 shopping spree at Pacific Centre.  Who wouldn’t want that?!  We knew we had to enter.

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If there’s a shopping spree to be won, you know I’ll be there.

I’ve never thought myself to be very good at guessing these types of things.  When I would go grocery shopping with my dad, he would sometimes tell me to guess the amount of the groceries and offer to give me ten bucks if I guessed within ten dollars or something.  I often failed.  And watching The Price is Right, I would always think about how much I would suck if I were to compete on that show.  And when it comes to fashion, I am always in awe of how much things cost in certain stores, because I’m the type of person who will always buy stuff on sale.  How was I supposed to know how much these clothes were worth, when clearly, they were far too fancy for my taste?

But a contest is a contest, and I had to try.  A couple people got yelled at for touching the clothes.  Apparently that wasn’t allowed, but there was no sign there to indicate that.  It felt like we were in a museum and we weren’t allowed to touch the art.  We were trying to figure out where the clothes on the male mannequin were from.  This guy who was there was like “I’ll give you a hint, guess where the clothes are from.  You need to guess where the clothes are from.”  So yeah, he was basically hinting at the fact that most of the outfit was from GUESS.  But that didn’t help me, since I don’t shop there.  Especially not for guys clothes.  But I made my guess and submitted my ballot.

You got to enter one ballot for the male, and one for the female and there were two shopping sprees to be won.  They would then read through all the submissions and determine which answers were closest to the exact amounts.  The winners would be announced at 8:45, and you had to be present at that time in order to win.  So we walked around some more and waited for the time to finally arrive.

We lingered by the stage and counted down the minutes until the winners would be announced.  Then we stood off to the side, as security urged everyone to step away from the stage.  This was a serious matter.  As we waited, we noticed this one guy had a piece of paper in his hand with a bunch of calculations.  He had taken this whole thing very seriously.  Apparently he had actually spent time going around the mall to the various stores and finding the actual items, and then adding up and calculating the costs.  Way to take the fun out of a contest.  The rest of us just pulled numbers out of our ass.

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That mannequin sure has expensive taste.

They started with the male outfit.  The total cost of his outfit was $618.  I know, that mannequin has really expensive taste.  At first I thought they said the winner was a man.  But I think they were actually saying that the person’s name was Aman.  But whoever he was, was nowhere to be found.  And so they went to the second closest guess.  Which was $622.  I know, only $4 off!  What genius was able to guess so accurately?  Was it the guy who painstakingly calculated everything?  Was it some expert on men’s fashion?  Was it someone with high class and expensive taste?  Nope.  It was me!

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I went up to the stage to claim my prize.

That’s right, I won!  I won $1000 shop card.  Well, two $500 shop cards if you want to get technical about it.  But yes.  Biggest prize I’ve ever won ever!  I got to go up to the stage and accept my prize while a photographer took a picture of me next to the mannequin.  I thought we made a great couple.

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Don’t we make such a great couple?

As I went back to where my friends were, the guy with the calculations stopped me and angrily said “What was your bid?”.  And so I told him.  Apparently he had guessed $630 or something like that.  And apparently the whole time I was up onstage, he was swearing, muttering, and complaining about the whole thing.  He was so angry.  I was actually kind of scared that he might hunt me down and mug me for the gift cards that he thought should be rightfully his.  At the end of it all, he actually went up to the people in charge and complained.  He showed them his calculations and complained about how he’d wasted his time.  I’m not sure how they resolved that but I’m wondering if security might have had to get involved at some point.

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I almost felt like a celebrity as I posed onstage while people took photos and congratulated me.

For the women’s outfit, there seemed to be a bit of confusion, because they wrote down the person’s name wrong at first.  I forget what her name was anyway.  But another girl won the shop cards for that one.  I wasn’t paying much attention at that point, since I was still in shock that I had actually won.  And for the men’s outfit!  I know nothing whatsoever about men’s fashion.  But I did estimate random amounts in my head for each piece of clothing he was wearing.  I’m not sure how I arrived at such a close guess.  But I was feeling pretty good about it.  I think maybe I should go on The Price is Right or something.  Why waste such a superb guessing ability?

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Pretty Penny Contest winner right here

When I got home that night, I was really excited.  I told my mom about how I won and showed her all the free swag I got in my VIP bag.  She warned me not to lose my gift cards.  At one point she told me to calm down because I was being hyper and I would just respond with “But I won a thousand dollars!”.

I’ve yet to use any of my winnings yet.  I’m not sure what I should do.  I was thinking I would use it towards my Christmas shopping.  It’s Cadillac Fairview, so it works at Pacific Centre and Richmond Centre so I’m pretty much set.  My friend was saying I could just go to the Apple Store and finally get an iPhone.  But that would use up the whole card.  And I’ve been wanting to buy a new laptop, so my dad said I should just get a Mac from the Apple store.  But that would cost even more than the card.  And then he said “Well you don’t need anymore shoes, and you don’t need anymore clothes…”  He’s right.  But then I don’t need an iPhone or a Mac either.  But we shall see.  I’m really glad I went to this event because it was a lot of fun.  I may fail often in life, but at least that night I got to feel like a winner.

I Am Downtown Shopping Night, Part 1: Cupcakes, Fashion, & VIP Swag Bags

On Wednesday, November 14th, Pacific Centre held their annual I am downtown shopping event.  I hadn’t actually heard about it until this year but now that I know what I’ve been missing out on, I’ll be sure to continue attending in the future.  I was at the food court in Pacific Centre a couple weeks ago with my mom, grabbing a bite to eat before going to the Vancouver Symphony, when I noticed a sign on the table advertising the shopping event.  It intrigued me, but then I forgot about it.  Fortunately, I happened to be at the food court again later that week, getting food before going to the Comedy Mix.  This time, I picked up the sign and googled the event.  I have class on Wednesday nights, but I hadn’t missed one yet, and this seemed like it might be a good enough reason to finally do so.  I thought I would see if anyone was interested in going, and if they were, then I would do it.

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I’m so glad I saw this ad in the food court.

I didn’t really know what to expect.  But I knew I wanted to purchase a VIP ticket.  The event was free for anyone, but for $20, you could purchase a VIP ticket that gave you a VIP swag bag filled with samples and coupons, as well as access to the VIP cupcake lounge.  The $20 also went to their partner charity, Coast Mental Health.  There was no reason not to get one.  So I did.

The event ran from 5-9pm, but I arrived after 6pm since I was coming from work.  The swag bag was so worth it.  Best $20 I’ve ever spent.  I got a free umbrella, which was convenient, since I had left mine on the bus just the day before.  I also got a $20 gift card to GUESS, a $5 gift card to Take 5 Cafe, body lotion, a hair product sample, a shoe horn (I know, who even uses those things?), a coupon for a free smoothie at Orange Julius, a Fashion magazine, and an eco bag.  Two eco bags, actually, because there was another bag inside the swag bag.  I also got a $10 shop card for filling out a form that was in my swag bag and redeeming it at Guest Services.

Over by Sears, or should I say where Sears used to be, there was a wheel that you could spin to win prizes.  The first time I spun it, I got an H&M coupon for $5.  Yes, I spun it a couple more times after that, because I could.  We had a few hours so we had time to come back and line up again throughout the night.  I ended up also getting two $5 shop cards from the wheel as well.  I love that wheel.  I wish it was there all the time.  But alas, it was just a one time thing.

My friend and I purchased VIP tickets, but two of my friends did not.  So they couldn’t come into the VIP cupcake lounge with us.  Which was basically an area outside Aritzia with little mini cupcakes from Cupcakes.  So we went in and sampled a few.  And then I took a couple and gave them to my friends after leaving the area.  Apparently the people manning the “lounge” gave me dirty looks as I did so.  But whatever.  I paid for this.  I can share my cupcakes if I want to.  Because I’m a nice person.

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Who doesn’t love free cupcakes?

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Me and the cupcake tower.

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I’m so glad I have a friend who loves cupcakes as much as I do.

Across from the cupcake lounge, there was music playing and a booth from David’s Tea.  They’ll be opening up a location in Pacific Centre some time soon.  They had tea samples for us to try, so I sampled the cocomint cream herbal tea, which was a nice blend of coconut and peppermint.  It was very refreshing and went perfectly with the cupcakes.  The guy there also gave us coupons for a free tea at a David’s Tea location.  I’ll be sure to go redeem it at Oakridge, probably for the cocomint cream.

At 6:30, there was a fashion show just outside of H&M, displaying the men’s and women’s fall fashions of Holt Renfrew and other retailers.  I thought back to when I went to Vancouver Fashion Week, and how skinny the models were.  These ones were super skinny too, but not as extremely so.  In watching this fashion show, I got to achieve one of my goals:  Eating cupcakes in front of models.  I don’t know why, but for some reason getting to do this made me really happy.  The male models were kind of good looking and my friend was sorry she didn’t bring her camera.  I think we got some pretty decent photos with our phones though.

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I ate cupcakes while I watched the show.

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I really liked this coat and these boots.

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I’m sad that this picture came out blurry.

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Male models are always nice to look at.

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A little black dress is always fashionable.

After the fashion show, we headed downstairs where there was a seminar about how to wear different items of clothing.  You know, in case we couldn’t figure that out on our own.  It was nice because it gave us a chance to sit down.

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Listening to the fashion seminar.

And after that, they informed us of the photo shoot area, where we could get our picture taken in front of a Fashion Magazine backdrop.  Two of my friends and I got our photo taken and they gave us each a copy to take home.  We also did individual shoots, which will appear on their website.  I totally felt like a model.  Not necessarily a good model.  But a model, nevertheless.

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I so wish this was the actual cover of Fashion Magazine.

There was also a Sweet Court area just below the elevator with various samples.  There were cookies, popcorn, and Orange Julius smoothies.  We went through there several times and my dinner pretty much consisted of cupcakes, cookies, and smoothies.  And a tiny piece of sesame chicken, since there were samples when I walked by the food court.  There were different kinds of cookies and they were all very small, so my friend asked if we could take more than one.  The cookie lady looked upset by this.  The second time I went through, there were only two cookies on her plate, and the two people ahead of me took them.  Instead of taking out more cookies from her box, she just stood there and sort of looked at me.  After I left, she slowly began to put out more.  We didn’t understand why she was rationing them like that.  It was her job to give out samples in order to promote them.  When I saw her put more out, I went back and took one.  Because I deserved it.

There were a lot of sales and promotions going on at the various retailers as well that we were able to check out, but I didn’t actually buy anything that day.  I wasn’t in the mood for shopping at the I am downtown shopping event.  Go figure.  But there was so much else going on that it was okay.

The event was amazing, but the best and most exciting part of the night was yet to come.  Stay tuned to read my next post, I Am Downtown Shopping, Part 2: The Pretty Penny Contest.

Mrs. Claus is so lucky

I was talking to my friend yesterday about Christmas and how Santa was already in the mall for photos. During our conversation, she said, “I want to be Mrs. Claus, cause then I’d know where all the bad boys live.” I’d never thought of that before. But it’s true, why should Santa be the only one with access to the naughty list? I bet after Santa checks his list twice, Mrs. Claus checks it a third time and makes a mental note about it. I mean, what else is she supposed to do while her husband is visiting all the good kids? She’s got needs and it can’t be easy living with someone who’s overweight and has more facial hair than a hipster during movember. Thank God for the naughty list. What a lucky lady.  There must be a reason that Santa is constantly saying “Ho, Ho, Ho.”

Truer words have never been spoken

Me: Why do I keep failing?

Friend: Because that’s what you excel at most in life.

Ethnic Sex and the City

Today I was talking to my mom and she said that in her old high school group of friends, she felt like they were like a mini United Nations, because they were such a diverse group. This made me think about one of my old groups of friend and how we had once referred to ourselves as ethnic Sex and the City. Because there were four of us and we were going out for drinks and stuff. And we were a diverse group as well.

Me: In my old group of friends, we were like ethnic Sex and the City.

Mom: And one of you was a slut? It better not have been you.

I reassured her that no, it wasn’t me. I told her that I was the Miranda, because I was bitchy. She seemed to be okay with that.

Confessions of a shoeaholic

On the weekend, I went to not one, but two shoe sales.  Well the second one was technically a boot sale.  But yeah.  Footwear sales, if you will.  I’m not going to tell you how many pairs I bought or how much money I spent.  Let’s just say I may have gone a little crazy and I may end up on a future episode of Hoarders or Intervention.

A while ago, I was thinking about how a lot of people have 365 days of blogging type blogs.  One in particular is 365 Days of Dining.  That would have been my dream job.  Except that I write more about shoes than I do about food.  I considered the possibility of writing a 365 days of shoes blog.  Each day, I would post pictures of a different pair of shoes, describe them, and maybe talk about where/when I bought them, or a memory of one of the times I’ve worn them.  I’m not sure how many pairs of shoes I own.  Not 365.  But if I run out, I could always start taking pictures of other people’s shoes, or shoes that I see in a store.

The problem is, I’ve barely had time lately to write regular posts on this blog.  And that one time I attempted to start another blog, it failed.  I mean I did start a blog where I wrote about TV shows and movies but it only lasted four months because it was just impossible to keep up.  I would imagine a shoe blog would be easier to manage, seeing as I already have the shoes so half the work is already done.

I likely won’t pursue this idea because I know I probably won’t have time for it.  Also I’m sure if I were to do it, you would judge me.  You know, even more than you already do now.  Which I’m fine with.  My friend who accompanied with me to both shoe sales doesn’t judge me because our friendship is based upon no judgement.  Although I’ve realized that can be a dangerous thing if you happen to have an addictive personality.  She’s pretty much my enabler.  If she hadn’t driven me to Army & Navy and helped me carry my bags, I would not have been able to make the purchases that I did.

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Boots at the Army & Navy boot sale

As I sit here now, I’m not even wearing my new shoes or boots yet.  I’m wearing my old ones.  Which I love.  But the reason I’m not wearing new ones is because a lot of them are still sitting in the trunk of her car.  Because I couldn’t bring them all into the house at once because I didn’t want my family to see them.  When you start to hide things, is that the sign of a problem?  My friend said she would start calling me Imelda Marcos now and I informed her that my dad has been calling me that for years.  I’ll just blame it on Shoe Warehouse, my second mall job, because it was when I worked there that my love for shoes emerged into the chaotic mess it is today.

My friend who doesn’t judge me almost thought of staging an intervention.  But she decided against it since that would have been a form of judgement.  I guess when someone who doesn’t judge you wants to stage an intervention, that’s the sign of a problem.  But I’m not at the acceptance stage yet.  I think I’m still just in denial.  Which is an okay place to be.  I’m not sure what rock bottom looks like.  Perhaps it’s when I start going to sales by myself and buy more than I can carry?  Or when I fall and become buried under a pile of my own shoes and can’t escape?  Or when my Visa gets declined because I’ve maxed it out on shoes?  But none of those things have happened.  Yet.

At this point, I have cut myself off.  No more shoes.  Or boots.  Especially boots.  I bought a lot of boots.  I may force myself to return a couple pairs.  I felt total judgement was upon me the entire time I was shopping, both from the employees and from the other customers.  But I didn’t care.  Nothing mattered except the good deals I was getting on my boots.  And I justified it by the fact that some people spend a few hundred dollars on one pair, while I was getting several pairs at $50 or less per pair.  That makes sense, right?

We really should have gone to Army & Navy first.  If we had, I would have bought less at the shoe sale in Burnaby.  Or probably not even have gone to it.  But I was informed about it by friends and so I attended the shopping event at Gizeh Shriners Hall.  At first, I was complaining about the lack of size 8’s.  But then I proceeded to locate every size 8 I possibly could.  Let’s just say, these were not my proudest moments.  Saturday was an expensive day.

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Shoes at the Burnaby shoe sale

But yes.  I am cut off.  No more footwear.  Unless it’s socks.  I’m always in need of more socks.  And that’s not an obsession, that’s just a necessity, since I’m constantly losing pairs every time I do laundry.  And I don’t think anyone ever went into debt from buying too many socks.  Although watch me somehow be the first.  But I’m not in debt and I will pay my Visa bill on time and I will refrain from buying anymore shoes or boots for a while.  I could probably get away with not buying anymore ever.  But for now I’ll just see how long I can wait.  Anyone want to place any bets on how long I can go without buying new shoes?  I promise if I win the bet, I won’t spend the money on footwear.