The Price of Being Non-Standard

Argh. I hate being my size/shape sometimes. But NOT for whatever reasons you might be thinking.

I'm petite, 5'3'' and what my family likes to call "healthy" in size. Essentially what this means is that whenever I go clothes' shopping I have to factor in extra money to have my clothes altered.

$10 for hemming pants
$20 for sleeves shortened
+ anything else that is necessary

It's expensive being me.

The Absence of Chinese Groceries

Saturday night I crashed at my family's house and hung out with the sibling and his wife. It was nice. We don't get to hang out as "siblings", and with my folks in the Philippines, it was a good opportunity.

We spent the night watching TV, which included the first four episodes of J. Lo's new "faux-reality" show about dancers called "Dance Life". It's so horrible that it's good! Like watching a gorgeous car wreck, with good choreography!

In the morning, we woke up, had breakfast, and they took me to the nearest No Frills to do some groceries before driving me home. All I can say is this: I heart No Frills! After living in my new apartment for a few months, I really miss the Asian demographics of Scarborough. I drooled over all the fresh Asian greens, the various gizzards and hocks at the meat counter (mmmm tripe), the selection of tofu, and more importantly Asian condiments! I really wanted a bottle of filipino spicy vinegar so bad. Anyway, I got my fix for now, and the next time I make Spam, I have my spicy vinegar to go with it! Yay.