April 30, 2007

say no to pants?

(10:55 AM) me: i have to leave sOoOoon
(10:55 AM) hungry coworker: aw
(10:55 AM) hungry coworker: why
(10:55 AM) me: i have to take some bitch to the airport

muahaha >:)

yeah i'm only kidding (maybe). but it was a super awesome weekend in san diego and tustin, drinking too much wine, throwing up red even though i hadn't eaten anything red all day (still quite puzzled), eating good food, molesting my three lovely (former) apartmentmates, and shopping.

whatever happens in SD, stays in SD! ;)


April 27, 2007

this week

today kind of sucks but i bet tomorrow will be good!

yesterday's dinner kind of rocked thanks to an awesome tydi and some lovely uci friends.


April 24, 2007

my own little psa

for all of you former shs band people (you know who you are)

this year's potluck is going to be on june 2 (a saturday) from 4-10pm. i will in all likelihood be there because i've been meaning to attend a potluck for quite some time now (haven't been to one since 2003 and i only remember that because i was doing my linear algebra homework on the bleachers). how about j00?


2 BIRTHDAYS

HAPPY SEXY BIRTHDAYS TO CHRISTYLICIOUS AND DANNOBALLS

I HOPE YOU HAVE A FUN TIME CELEBRATING YOUR 24THS ON THE 24TH

AND THAT YOU PARTY HEARTY FOR YOUR BIRTHDAYS IN YOUR BIRTHDAY SUITS


April 23, 2007

Weekend

Saturday equalled an afternoon at Fashion Island and South Coast Plaza (lunch at Mariposa at Neiman Marcus followed by shopping) and an evening at Tangiers (thank you for the martini and beer Huntz) and Huntz' apartment and who bought the round of carbombs...???

Sunday equalled Nishi and an afternoon nap.

I've gotten 3 google searches for google searches for neighborsex over the past few days.

I'm getting less resilient with age. Due to some worn down high heel + rain + slick floor-related self-spillage on Friday afternoon (heel slid, ankle twisted, landed hard on one knee) I now have a bruise on my knee (expected) and some ankle soreness (not expected) which has never happened after an ankle-twisting high-heel related spill and believe me it's happened many, many times.

In any case, I think the shoe was to blame since I had completely worn down the sole of the heel. I took my shoes (my favorites because they have a 3.5 - 4 inch heel and I can walk comfortably in them for hours) into a shoe repair shop this morning where I was reprimanded by the middle-aged Korean lady for not bringing them in sooner (i.e. before wearing the heel down to the nail).


April 19, 2007

today is friday


April 17, 2007

how does a cursor work?

look at what my mom sent me


happy tax day!

hope you all got your forms and payments in on time <3

dunno about you but the feds made a killing off of me...!

edit: tax tay??? righto.


April 16, 2007

and my calves are sore for some unknown reason

two days ago it was xinlei's birthday!

and today it is a camel's birthday (shake your hairy humps)

i got to see sara and damon for dinner and starbucks saturday evening (thanks to damon for treating!). saw a pair of white havaianas later that night/super early sunday morning (sorry for keeping you up dood)

and that was my weekend.


April 13, 2007

LUCKY YOU

(10:04 AM) hungry coworker: the dude is sleeping on the toilet again this morning

Happy Friday the 13th everybody!


April 10, 2007

happy belated easter?

peep research!!

(as in the marshmallow kind)


wtf?

(9:51 AM) hungry coworker: omg i just got back from the bathroom
(9:51 AM) hungry coworker: somebody is sleeping on the toilet
(9:51 AM) hungry coworker: u can hear the snoring
(9:51 AM) hungry coworker: lol

in other (less exciting) news the swelling in my eye has gone down a bit so it doesn't look quite as bad as it did this morning...

time for my allergy medicine.


GAHH

it's that time of year again (allergy season) and my face is kicking it off by having my whole freakin' left eye swell up...!

vanity is telling me to stay home from work but i know better...

:(


April 09, 2007

few more months...

i cannot wait until summer *sigh*


grarrrgh

wish i could have stayed in bed this morning. i feel gross.


April 04, 2007

just a question...

Okay really quickly...

A few years ago I was in a checkout line at Albertsons. There was some older lady (60-something?) in front of me who was bitching to the cashier about how her Albertsons card savings don't show up on the LCD screen that displays totals/purchases as items are being scanned in. She was telling this poor cashier that he should have her savings displayed on the screen, that she has called corporate many many times with no response and that she doesn't feel like they care, and why doesn't he display the her freaking Albertsons card savings on the LCD?!

Now, this cashier probably wanted to bitch slap this woman but being an employee who probably wanted to remain employed, did not, instead listening sympathetically and taking the misplaced blame like a champ. My question is, should I have done the bitchslapping for him?

Well, not so much an actual bitchslap but more like informing her that this cashier has absolutely no control over what shows up on the LCD so please leave him the fuck alone because she's holding up the line and pissing me (and probably him as well) off and yeah, the corporate offices probably don't give a damn about whether you can't wait one minute see your Albertsons card savings printed out on your receipt. I didn't know whether it would rescue the cashier or just create a bigger mess.

I mean, we've all seen it. The outrageously rude/bitchy/unreasonable customer unleashing hell on some unfortunate salesclerk/cashier/waiter who cannot do a thing but take the abuse lest they lose their jobs. Do we intervene and tell this customer all the things the salesclerk/cashier/waiter probably wants to but can't? Or do we mind our own business?


April 02, 2007

body issues

Tis' April and we know what that means...my personal favorite issue of Vogue: the shape issue. This year was particularly good considering they managed to have one feature where they rounded up seven women to write about their least favorite body parts. Five of those seven have been things I've agonized over for most of my life: less than flat stomach, large thighs, sickly pale skin, flat ass, and worst of all...height. Oh how I hate it.

I've only been reading Vogue for a couple of years (yes I'm shallow) but they always find some tiny woman to represent the petite faction of the female population. And when I say tiny I mean tiny--quite unlike the magazine that once had Heather Locklear voted as "favorite petite celebrity" even though she stands a full inch above the national average of 5'4". Okay so maybe she is petite because she does have a tiny frame...but whatever. Back to what I was talking about. Vogue.

Two years ago the featured short female was Kristin Chenowith with a reported height of 4'11". Last year it was Kristen Bell at 5'1" (how I love her!). This year it's Allison Shearmur who I have never heard of but definitely fits the criteria at a demure 5'. I realize that it may not make sense to a lot of you out there but it actually makes me feel better to know that there are other people out there who suffer my height deficiency.

Please, don't anyone accuse me of having height issues. After all, there is no need to accuse if I admit it freely. I hate my height. All 4'10.5" of it (a very sensitive soul once told me "you know you're short when you count the fractions" thanks buddy you made my day) rounded down to the nearest half inch to account for human error. Time to wipe that shocked look off your faces, folks. Yes I am under five feet *gasp*. No I am not a midget (either 4'6" or under or 4'10" and under depending on your source) but I might be considered a "little person" (under 5') which kind of sucks. Yes, I have been asked if I was a midget by people who have asked me my height. Yes, most people seem to think I'm no older than fifteen and as young as twelve or thirteen which also kind of sucks. And of course, people tell you that it's a good thing to look like you're 13 at the age of 23 because when I'm 33 I'll look like I'm in my early twenties! I usually go along with that idea since it seems to make other people feel better and it's a hell of a lot easier than explaining that no, it doesn't really work tha way.

There are plenty of other reasons to hate my height aside from social stigma. First off, clothes. Can't ever seem to find find anything that fits well. Hems are always too long whether it be a pair of pants, a skirt, or sleeves. Factor in the fact that although I'm not exceptionally thin (actually I'm quite the opposite) I still find myself swimming in many extra-smalls. And there are other things, too. I can't reach the overhead compartment on planes. I find myself getting elbowed in the head (I'm totally serious) and half the time people don't even notice when they do it. I can't reach my own peephole without a stool?! Seriously...who needs a peephole more than a sub-five-foot Asian girl living alone (i.e. no one to check the peephole for her)?

There is a post on this page about an extremely tall man being asked if he was a basketball player (even though he clearly wasn't) just because he was tall. I mean, that sucks too. Stereotypes are annoying and frustrating no matter what they are. But come on, "are you a basketball player?" vs. "are you a midget?". I mean, at least some people thing basketball players are cool (and not a laughable and/or fetishy kind of cool).

It's getting a bit late and I think I typed too much but I will leave you with this quote from the woman whose least favorite body feature is her height.

"...You've never heard the phrase diminutive, dark, and handsome, have you? Nor, by the way, have you ever heard a parent say to a child, "Eat this spinach so you will grow up to be little and strong." Short people, it is true, d live longer, but with all those, ahem, shortcomings, what, really, is the point?

Now comes the complaining. It is not fair that I cannot, without putting on pounds, consume as many calories as do the more altitudinous. It is not fair that pint-size people are said to have Napoleon complexes, whereas tall people are never said to have Osama bin Laden complexes. It is not fair that we wee individuals are evidently considered too lightweight to be president. The last shorter-than-average American president, in fact, was five-foot-seven William McKinley, elected in 1896. But I am not complaining. I don't want to be president.

What I want is to be five foot ten and a half.

Patricia Marx, Vogue April 2007

I have not such lofty desires. All I want is to be 5' so I'll quit getting those looks from people who find out exactly how not tall I am. Is 1.5 inches really too much to ask?


hmm

i used to think that music was a safe haven for my clumsiness...much safer than say athletics or cooking (anyone care to remember a run-in with an electric mixer once upon a time ago?) but am beginning to rethink that theory after crushing my hand in a keyboard stand about five minutes ago (escaped with nothing but a couple skinned knuckles and some redness/soreness i am indeed a lucky one).


mmm

just got hooked on altoids smalls (wintergreen)

i will finish the bic runga post sometime during the next couple of days...!


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