jeudi, décembre 28, 2006
mercredi, décembre 20, 2006
EVERYBODY IS GETTING MARRIED!!! What's wrong with them?
Anyways, according to MSN, it is better to wait for the right one then to rush in just coz' everyone is doing it. heh heh heh
Did you hear? Divorce rates are down—from the oft-times quoted "a little over 50%" to a much more optimistic "under 40%!" The theory on this positive decline: More people are now marrying later, and these later-in-life marriages are shown to have a more everlasting and everlusting lifespan—which is lowering the total divorce rate.
Why do marriages that start later last longer? Consider some of the following:
1. You've had the breakups that led to breakdowns that led to the breakthrough.
2. You've sowed your wild oats—and now think, "Sow what?" All those tempting choices aren't as tempting as you'd thought.
3. You're healthier and more together—meaning the relationship now has at least a 50% chance of being healthier and staying together.
4. After having endured a gazillion bad dates, suddenly your fear of working at a relationship is a lot less scary than your fear of more bad dates.
5. You now know when a relationship is on the road to nowhere—and how to find the exit ramp away from emotionally unavailable territory.
6. You no longer confuse conflict for passion—and recognize that it's better to have loved and lost ... than to live with a wacko for the rest of your life.
7. You now have work you love—so can put more attention on the work of love.
8. You now wisely know the "ability to compromise" is a sexy attribute—and "consistency" is an aphrodisiac.
9. You now know that just because a person looks good on paper doesn't mean they're going to "act good" in real life. Status, wealth, fame and trust funds no longer hold as hypnotizing an appeal. You recognize that money doesn't buy happiness ... it can only lease it for a few months.
10. You now know it's never a checklist of adjectives to look for in a person—but the compatibility of your adjectives with their adjectives. Meaning: The rocks in your head must fit in the holes in the other person's head.
11. You now know personality is the tip of the iceberg ... but character is the real foundation. While it's okay not to share all the same interests and hobbies, you must always share the same values and ethics!
12. You now wisely know you're never going to find perfect, custom-fit love in a world of off-the-rack people. All people will have some flaws and misfits.
13. You now recognize that you get love in your life by loving your life. Meaning: A man or a woman isn't meant to give you a life, they're meant to enhance the one you create.
14. You now know that nice guys and girls don't finish last—they create relationships that last!
15. You've stopped blaming your past for bad relationships — and started blaming your present: What you're doing and whom you're choosing.
16. Having less time to waste magically seems to increase your intelligence and instincts.
17. You now know true love requires love of truth.
18. You've had years to research jobs to have, cities to live in, people to date ... It's as if you hold a Ph.D. in knowing thyself—so you have a higher percentage probability of finding someone who's right for you.
19. You now wisely also know who you are not!
20. You now wisely know love is a boomerang. What you have and give away is what you get back.
Anyways, according to MSN, it is better to wait for the right one then to rush in just coz' everyone is doing it. heh heh heh
Did you hear? Divorce rates are down—from the oft-times quoted "a little over 50%" to a much more optimistic "under 40%!" The theory on this positive decline: More people are now marrying later, and these later-in-life marriages are shown to have a more everlasting and everlusting lifespan—which is lowering the total divorce rate.
Why do marriages that start later last longer? Consider some of the following:
1. You've had the breakups that led to breakdowns that led to the breakthrough.
2. You've sowed your wild oats—and now think, "Sow what?" All those tempting choices aren't as tempting as you'd thought.
3. You're healthier and more together—meaning the relationship now has at least a 50% chance of being healthier and staying together.
4. After having endured a gazillion bad dates, suddenly your fear of working at a relationship is a lot less scary than your fear of more bad dates.
5. You now know when a relationship is on the road to nowhere—and how to find the exit ramp away from emotionally unavailable territory.
6. You no longer confuse conflict for passion—and recognize that it's better to have loved and lost ... than to live with a wacko for the rest of your life.
7. You now have work you love—so can put more attention on the work of love.
8. You now wisely know the "ability to compromise" is a sexy attribute—and "consistency" is an aphrodisiac.
9. You now know that just because a person looks good on paper doesn't mean they're going to "act good" in real life. Status, wealth, fame and trust funds no longer hold as hypnotizing an appeal. You recognize that money doesn't buy happiness ... it can only lease it for a few months.
10. You now know it's never a checklist of adjectives to look for in a person—but the compatibility of your adjectives with their adjectives. Meaning: The rocks in your head must fit in the holes in the other person's head.
11. You now know personality is the tip of the iceberg ... but character is the real foundation. While it's okay not to share all the same interests and hobbies, you must always share the same values and ethics!
12. You now wisely know you're never going to find perfect, custom-fit love in a world of off-the-rack people. All people will have some flaws and misfits.
13. You now recognize that you get love in your life by loving your life. Meaning: A man or a woman isn't meant to give you a life, they're meant to enhance the one you create.
14. You now know that nice guys and girls don't finish last—they create relationships that last!
15. You've stopped blaming your past for bad relationships — and started blaming your present: What you're doing and whom you're choosing.
16. Having less time to waste magically seems to increase your intelligence and instincts.
17. You now know true love requires love of truth.
18. You've had years to research jobs to have, cities to live in, people to date ... It's as if you hold a Ph.D. in knowing thyself—so you have a higher percentage probability of finding someone who's right for you.
19. You now wisely also know who you are not!
20. You now wisely know love is a boomerang. What you have and give away is what you get back.
dimanche, décembre 17, 2006
I just wanna stuff my face with food.
Wanna guess what is inside this box?
CUPCAKES!!! GIMME SOME CUPCAKES~ UH HUH, UH HUH!
I remember I posted about Miette’s yummilicious stuff. They are a local bakery using only organic ingredients.
SO IT MEANS THAT MY CUPCAKES MUST BE REALLY HEALTHY FOR ME! HAHAHAHAHAHA.
So pretty and delicious. I tried the “Old-fashioned Cupcake” previously, but this time, these two are so much better. I believe they are “Chocolate Cupcake with Vanilla cream” and “Vanilla Cupcake with Cream”. The thing is the creams are not too sweet at all. And that is hard to find. But they are $3 a pop. Next time I’ll bring my next visitor to the Ferry Building where you can find all these cool
Also saw this awesome sign outside a Meat Store.
~~~
Oh, here are some of my Agency’s X’mas Party last Friday. It was held at the Hilton Hotel in downtown. 2 giant yellow school buses came to pick us up, as we yelled at pedestrians along the way. Hahahaha. That was before we were drunk.
The party was more fun than I expected, because I didn’t expect anything. Hahaha, some peeps just simply disregarded the party and condemned it to be a loser. But I don’t think so. I had fun with the colleagues I like and I even danced. It was silly but I love 80’s music. We took most of the photo at the designated photo area, reminiscing the old school prom night photo booths.
I have to say, the girls working with me are all pretty good looking. There is no one I would call Fugly. And I wonder if how they do the hiring process??? Mmmm… …
The Pretty Girls~
Me, Max & Shawn
My manager/work daddy & I
There's TOO much dessert.~~~
PUPPY!
I AM COMING HOME REAL SOON!
mercredi, décembre 13, 2006
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
lundi, décembre 11, 2006
The thing i hate most about being sick...
Is the fact that all the food I love tastes horrible!!!
Yucks!
IT'S NOT FAIR!!!
Yucks!
IT'S NOT FAIR!!!
jeudi, décembre 07, 2006
Quit, asking me! I just don’t feel good for now.
14 days more to go and I will be back to sing-a-lala-land. I can’t wait. Though my enthusiasm is not that obvious, believe me, I really can’t wait to go back. I know I will be happy lah~
~~~
Tomorrow night is my agency’s X’mas party. The theme for this year is 80’s prom night. Well, during the 80’s, I spent most of my nights in diapers. So this time I will let the old ones shine. Just gonna pick a retro blue dress that I got in Singapore the last time I went back. See? There is bound to be an occasion to wear a dress, so girls, don’t hesitate and just buy that expensive nice dress if it fits!
Last year’s X’mas party was on a cruise boat. But the funniest thing was that the agency doesn’t have money to pay for it to actually cruise. So it was docked the whole night!!! Only the steady swaying part will remind you that you are actually on water, still water that is.
~~~
I am feeling so restless now. I have to take a sleeping aid to be able to rest through the whole night. Small girl, big problems.
I miss Puppy a lot.
I went to the pet store and asked to hold the pekingnese puppy they had. He was a nottie fellow, but so cute and generous with his kisses. Sigh. I cannot betray Puppy though.
Here’s an old pic of a friend’s dog, Emma. Funny thing is I remember the dog’s name but not the owner. Heh heh heh.
~~~
I’m tired, I just need to sleep.
~~~
another thing is, Janice is getting married! That’s right! Finally one of us is getting hitched (BChoo not counted, she is waaaaaay too ahead). Happy, so happy. But that bitch is having her wedding ceremony in Feb. BITCH! I can’t go. I am so sorry I can’t make it.
Why? Why did I come all the way here and then feel so sad coz I am missing everything? Then again I insist on staying here and toture myself (as my mom will put it) and feel so miserable but still REFUSE to move back? What is wrong with me?
I love pain. I think. There is no other explanation.
I should tattoo the word *PAIN* on my ass. Hahahahahahahahaha gosh~ I’m so farney.
~~~
Tomorrow night is my agency’s X’mas party. The theme for this year is 80’s prom night. Well, during the 80’s, I spent most of my nights in diapers. So this time I will let the old ones shine. Just gonna pick a retro blue dress that I got in Singapore the last time I went back. See? There is bound to be an occasion to wear a dress, so girls, don’t hesitate and just buy that expensive nice dress if it fits!
Last year’s X’mas party was on a cruise boat. But the funniest thing was that the agency doesn’t have money to pay for it to actually cruise. So it was docked the whole night!!! Only the steady swaying part will remind you that you are actually on water, still water that is.
~~~
I am feeling so restless now. I have to take a sleeping aid to be able to rest through the whole night. Small girl, big problems.
I miss Puppy a lot.
I went to the pet store and asked to hold the pekingnese puppy they had. He was a nottie fellow, but so cute and generous with his kisses. Sigh. I cannot betray Puppy though.
Here’s an old pic of a friend’s dog, Emma. Funny thing is I remember the dog’s name but not the owner. Heh heh heh.
~~~
I’m tired, I just need to sleep.
~~~
another thing is, Janice is getting married! That’s right! Finally one of us is getting hitched (BChoo not counted, she is waaaaaay too ahead). Happy, so happy. But that bitch is having her wedding ceremony in Feb. BITCH! I can’t go. I am so sorry I can’t make it.
Why? Why did I come all the way here and then feel so sad coz I am missing everything? Then again I insist on staying here and toture myself (as my mom will put it) and feel so miserable but still REFUSE to move back? What is wrong with me?
I love pain. I think. There is no other explanation.
I should tattoo the word *PAIN* on my ass. Hahahahahahahahaha gosh~ I’m so farney.
mardi, décembre 05, 2006
dimanche, décembre 03, 2006
Another Monthly Alameda Sunday Antique Fair
Haven't been there in a long time and I miss it. Don't need to go there frequently, but once in a few months is always fun. Every trip brings something new.
Clara would love this vintage clothes/shoes stall.
I saw Santa shopping for the holidays too!
Erick ended up buying this. Initially I was going to get it for a Jap friend. bad joke?
Dated Tuesday, 14th August, 1945. Imagine that day, when someone picked up that fresh new crisp paper.
Reminded me of Alexander Girard's patterns and folk art dolls.
I love monkeys. And if you watched the Phantom of the Opera, you'll remember this guy.
Spotted that fake wooden leg in the middle!
Went for pho (again) after the fair, I think I have had enough for the rest of the year.
My conquests!
USD$1 postcard album. was falling into pieces but i love the cover and will fix the spine.
Another X for my collection. USD$3
Wooden cake stand! so awesome! USD$5
Clara would love this vintage clothes/shoes stall.
I saw Santa shopping for the holidays too!
This totally grabbed my attention from 10 feet away. try to read the last tiny line!
Erick ended up buying this. Initially I was going to get it for a Jap friend. bad joke?Dated Tuesday, 14th August, 1945. Imagine that day, when someone picked up that fresh new crisp paper.
Reminded me of Alexander Girard's patterns and folk art dolls.
I love monkeys. And if you watched the Phantom of the Opera, you'll remember this guy.
Spotted that fake wooden leg in the middle!
Went for pho (again) after the fair, I think I have had enough for the rest of the year.My conquests!
USD$1 postcard album. was falling into pieces but i love the cover and will fix the spine.
Another X for my collection. USD$3
Wooden cake stand! so awesome! USD$5I bought one more thing but it is a gift so I cannot put it on my blog...boohoo. Maybe I will post it after i gave it away coz it is so cute and I cannot keep it to myself for much longer. Hope you guys enjoyed the photos!
samedi, décembre 02, 2006
LUNCH OFF - #3,4,5
Oopsie Daisy, Missy has been pretty busy lately~ so here's the update:
WED: I had the rest of the BUrger that i didn;t finish from TUESDAY. I know...EEEEkssss, but what to do, what to do? PLUS I had some of my famous triangle dumplings that I made from scratch last weekend. I made so many of those, i lost count. All I know is i finisht he whole freaking stack of dumpling skin i bought. there must be about 50. And they are yummy too! So this time it is No cost Lunch.
(unfried version-)
THURSDAY: Due to an ADOBE seminar that we HAD to go, we left work at 12 noon to register and proceeded to have lunch at *TU LAN* ( I had previously mentioned the farney name before, but hey! they have good food. So I HAD to have the pho, I think I am addicted and I think I blame it on MB, who firstinfluencedintroduced me to good pho. I spent only $3 bucks coz my colleague offered to buy lunch and I jsut chip in on a big fat tip.
FRIDAY: this is the best of the week. I took the day off coz I had some private business to handle. Met my freelance client for lunch @ BETELNUT on the nice UNION street where I usually go for crepes. it is a fancy Asian themed restaurant and I only thought it would be bad coz it willd definetely be adapted towards American tastes. However, It was super yummy. They spelt SINGAPORE SLING as SLINGAPORE SING. Hilarious! I had to do my civil duty and report that mistake to the waiter who in turn told his manager who in turn insisted that they did it on purpose. That's jsut totally BULL CRAP. I hate ppl who cannot admit their mistakes.
So long story short, this fab lunch was free again~
I realised I am so easily satisfied with free lunches. But then again, as the chinese saying goes: There's no free lunches in the world... It will bite me back in the ass soon i think.
~~~
Had done too much shopping. Bought plenty of stuff for my folks back home, and plenty of stuff for me as well. I got a new digicam, I forgot to blog again my shopping rush i had last weekend. Spent an insane amount of money. However, I must emphasize, NOT everything is for me... the list is not totally checked off yet, SOME people are just so hard to buy for. I thought new panties are always a delight... ... no?
WED: I had the rest of the BUrger that i didn;t finish from TUESDAY. I know...EEEEkssss, but what to do, what to do? PLUS I had some of my famous triangle dumplings that I made from scratch last weekend. I made so many of those, i lost count. All I know is i finisht he whole freaking stack of dumpling skin i bought. there must be about 50. And they are yummy too! So this time it is No cost Lunch.
(unfried version-)
THURSDAY: Due to an ADOBE seminar that we HAD to go, we left work at 12 noon to register and proceeded to have lunch at *TU LAN* ( I had previously mentioned the farney name before, but hey! they have good food. So I HAD to have the pho, I think I am addicted and I think I blame it on MB, who first
FRIDAY: this is the best of the week. I took the day off coz I had some private business to handle. Met my freelance client for lunch @ BETELNUT on the nice UNION street where I usually go for crepes. it is a fancy Asian themed restaurant and I only thought it would be bad coz it willd definetely be adapted towards American tastes. However, It was super yummy. They spelt SINGAPORE SLING as SLINGAPORE SING. Hilarious! I had to do my civil duty and report that mistake to the waiter who in turn told his manager who in turn insisted that they did it on purpose. That's jsut totally BULL CRAP. I hate ppl who cannot admit their mistakes.
So long story short, this fab lunch was free again~
I realised I am so easily satisfied with free lunches. But then again, as the chinese saying goes: There's no free lunches in the world... It will bite me back in the ass soon i think.
~~~
Had done too much shopping. Bought plenty of stuff for my folks back home, and plenty of stuff for me as well. I got a new digicam, I forgot to blog again my shopping rush i had last weekend. Spent an insane amount of money. However, I must emphasize, NOT everything is for me... the list is not totally checked off yet, SOME people are just so hard to buy for. I thought new panties are always a delight... ... no?
mardi, novembre 28, 2006
Lunch Off #2-Tuesday
Carl's Junior Burger Meal - Western Bacon Burger with a side of fries + Small Rootbeer = USD$5.69
lundi, novembre 27, 2006
Lunch off #01- MONDAY
#8 on the menu from VIETNAM, a vietnamese(duh!) hole-in-a-wall restaurant on Broadway St.
Cold Vermicelli with BBQ pork and Spring Roll(not pictured coz' eaten). USD$6.
Waht say you, Mr Takko?
Cold Vermicelli with BBQ pork and Spring Roll(not pictured coz' eaten). USD$6.
Waht say you, Mr Takko?
jeudi, novembre 23, 2006
For only one day in the year,
THANK YOU! TO EVERYONE FOR BEING THERE FOR ME, in some way or another.
Isn't it weird? i am not born in this country. I can barely tell ya what Thanksgiving day is about. From the name, I guess we just have to give our thanks and show gratefulness.
But I hope we will not forget to do it EVERYDAY, instead of only once a year :)
The year is ending and I guess it is kinda obvious that I've been doing some mental spring-cleaning. it is disturbing, but the results give me a litttttttttttttle hope.
Once again, gracias!
Isn't it weird? i am not born in this country. I can barely tell ya what Thanksgiving day is about. From the name, I guess we just have to give our thanks and show gratefulness.
But I hope we will not forget to do it EVERYDAY, instead of only once a year :)
The year is ending and I guess it is kinda obvious that I've been doing some mental spring-cleaning. it is disturbing, but the results give me a litttttttttttttle hope.
Once again, gracias!
mercredi, novembre 22, 2006
In preparation for the *Annual Daily-In-A-Week*® Lunch-Off
Next week is going to be fun~ Remember ok, Mr Flyyin' Takko?
I have been thinking to get this for myself, coz preparing my own lunch is a good thing to do. I save lotsa money, so I can get new shoes. And it's more healthy too. Mind you, after you hit 25, it is all downhill from now.
I WANT THIS FOR CHRISTMAS
• two compartment design holds drink and food
• insulates food and drink, hot or cold
• opens to a placemat
• made from neoprene rubber, the stuff of wetsuits
• accomodates many sizes and shapes of food and drink containers
• stores flat or rolls up
• machine washable
• W12.5" x H12.5" x D.5" (when empty and flat)
For those of you who wanna be nice, click here.
I have been thinking to get this for myself, coz preparing my own lunch is a good thing to do. I save lotsa money, so I can get new shoes. And it's more healthy too. Mind you, after you hit 25, it is all downhill from now.
I WANT THIS FOR CHRISTMAS
• two compartment design holds drink and food
• insulates food and drink, hot or cold
• opens to a placemat
• made from neoprene rubber, the stuff of wetsuits
• accomodates many sizes and shapes of food and drink containers
• stores flat or rolls up
• machine washable
• W12.5" x H12.5" x D.5" (when empty and flat)
For those of you who wanna be nice, click here.
mardi, novembre 21, 2006
dimanche, novembre 19, 2006
M.A.S.K.
I HAVE BEEN TELLING PEOPLE I KNOW ABOUT MASK, THIS SERIES OF CARTOON THAT ME AND LESIE WATCH WHEN WE ARE KIDS BUT NO ONE IN AMERICA BELIEVES ME!!!
samedi, novembre 18, 2006
Maybe
So I have been trying to cheer myself up.
I engaged myself in a whole new bunch of freelance projects and told myself that I have to be serious with them or else… …Not that I haven’t been, but having the luxury of scheduling your own time and usually some clients just want quantity, not quality, makes me sell my soul (and some ugly horrendous work).
And that is the problem. Some clients come to me because my rates arecheap affordable. And they would gimme a turnaround of like 3 days to come up with first draft to final changes. That’s insane, and also means we have to check our emails like every 5 minutes to make sure we are communicating and get the approvals right away and sent to production. But in the end, I’ll keep accepting them as they’ll keep coming. Like Nicole Kidman said in Moulin Rouge: “A girl has got to eat… … She’ll end up in the streets!”
For example, I went to buy a new TV with J this Thursday. To cheer myself up and to facilitate the many many nights I am going to be staying at home ALONE. I was too lazy to wait for all those silly Thanksgiving or X’mas sale when I have to rush to the stores at 6 AM to get the best deal. So I bought this, because it looks fancy and is LCD flat-panel HD ready.
It is only 19” but it is a far better size than my old 13” hand-me-down. Officially I bought my first new TV. And I have to say my freelance jobs DID pay for it.
~~~
In another attempt to distract myself, I went to watcht he new movie that has taken AMERICA by storm - Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan And yes, that is the whole title.
I have been hanging on the edge of my chair, waiting for the movie to open. For months, I have been hearing things about it, watching silly teaser trailers and unofficial scraps that have been circulating on the Web. If you go search it on YouTube, there are soooo many uncensored or extra stuff that you can find. BUT when I went for the movie hoping for the ultimate laugh-out session, I was disappointed. Very disappointed. I would have to have a very serious discussion with my colleague who is A.K.A the biggest Borat fan I know during our weekly Viet pho lunch. Sorry peeps, the hairy fat old guy sitting naked on Borat’s face, asking him to eat his nasty ass just didn’t quite do it for me. It was disgusting. And now I am scared of hairy fat old men. I am scared of witnessing a man admiring the Victoria’s Secret window display along the streets, for fear that he will stick his hands into his pants in any minute. I am also scared of any man who will approach me with a cloth sack which has his and my name hand-sewn on because he is going to kidnap me to be his wife and force me to have ‘sexy-time” with him.
Argh. It just didn’t quite do it for me. or Maybe I’m just not in the mood.
I engaged myself in a whole new bunch of freelance projects and told myself that I have to be serious with them or else… …Not that I haven’t been, but having the luxury of scheduling your own time and usually some clients just want quantity, not quality, makes me sell my soul (and some ugly horrendous work).
And that is the problem. Some clients come to me because my rates are
For example, I went to buy a new TV with J this Thursday. To cheer myself up and to facilitate the many many nights I am going to be staying at home ALONE. I was too lazy to wait for all those silly Thanksgiving or X’mas sale when I have to rush to the stores at 6 AM to get the best deal. So I bought this, because it looks fancy and is LCD flat-panel HD ready.
It is only 19” but it is a far better size than my old 13” hand-me-down. Officially I bought my first new TV. And I have to say my freelance jobs DID pay for it.
~~~
In another attempt to distract myself, I went to watcht he new movie that has taken AMERICA by storm - Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan And yes, that is the whole title.
I have been hanging on the edge of my chair, waiting for the movie to open. For months, I have been hearing things about it, watching silly teaser trailers and unofficial scraps that have been circulating on the Web. If you go search it on YouTube, there are soooo many uncensored or extra stuff that you can find. BUT when I went for the movie hoping for the ultimate laugh-out session, I was disappointed. Very disappointed. I would have to have a very serious discussion with my colleague who is A.K.A the biggest Borat fan I know during our weekly Viet pho lunch. Sorry peeps, the hairy fat old guy sitting naked on Borat’s face, asking him to eat his nasty ass just didn’t quite do it for me. It was disgusting. And now I am scared of hairy fat old men. I am scared of witnessing a man admiring the Victoria’s Secret window display along the streets, for fear that he will stick his hands into his pants in any minute. I am also scared of any man who will approach me with a cloth sack which has his and my name hand-sewn on because he is going to kidnap me to be his wife and force me to have ‘sexy-time” with him.
Argh. It just didn’t quite do it for me. or Maybe I’m just not in the mood.
mardi, novembre 14, 2006
the end of his journey.
I guess I have a knack for bad events to fall upon me, this year especially. So people, pls, help me to countdown to the end of this year. I know I will be shouting my guts out at the New Year eve’s party. Because I know that when the ball drops, my life will no doubt take a 90 degrees turn for the BETTER.
I wonder if you, my loyal readers, remember the passing of Froggy No. 1 just this past July. Well, if u want to, go read back the very first entry for this blog. It was dedicated to him. And right after that I was given 2 new white tree frogs to accompany my life’s journey.
Yesterday was a sad day. I felt it with the incessant rain, very outta season behavior it was. Just yesterday, just that one day, it rained and rained. Millions and zillions little droplets of water fell like tears from the grey grey skies and landed on trees, grass, rooftops, cars and I. I love and hate rainy days. I love it when I am in my rain boots. I hate it when I am not in my rain boots.
But yesterday the rain happened for a different reason. It was saying goodbye to Froggy No. 2, it was expressing regret yet wishing him all the best. He has been sick for a little more than a week. And I guess he isn’t suffering anymore now. I hope.
I am sorry. I am so sorry. I tried, I fed him his medicine just like the vet said. I hand fed him chicken baby food. I felt that we were finally bonding when he wrapped himself around my finger and refused to let go. I was even amused by that. But I should have let him hold on to me longer. Then maybe he wouldn’t feel that cold or sick. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so sorry.
I repeated that to him as I washed and prepared his stiff little body before I wrap him up in a towel softly. I tied it together with a black silk ribbon. And set my mind to bury him in the park near my workplace. It has plenty of sunshine and greens, a fountain and enough space when he wants solitude.
And I did, with two of my fav colleagues. One of them even laid a fresh red rose next to him.
This loss is hurting a lot.
~~~
to be dead, is the easiest part of life.
I wonder if you, my loyal readers, remember the passing of Froggy No. 1 just this past July. Well, if u want to, go read back the very first entry for this blog. It was dedicated to him. And right after that I was given 2 new white tree frogs to accompany my life’s journey.
Yesterday was a sad day. I felt it with the incessant rain, very outta season behavior it was. Just yesterday, just that one day, it rained and rained. Millions and zillions little droplets of water fell like tears from the grey grey skies and landed on trees, grass, rooftops, cars and I. I love and hate rainy days. I love it when I am in my rain boots. I hate it when I am not in my rain boots.
But yesterday the rain happened for a different reason. It was saying goodbye to Froggy No. 2, it was expressing regret yet wishing him all the best. He has been sick for a little more than a week. And I guess he isn’t suffering anymore now. I hope.
I am sorry. I am so sorry. I tried, I fed him his medicine just like the vet said. I hand fed him chicken baby food. I felt that we were finally bonding when he wrapped himself around my finger and refused to let go. I was even amused by that. But I should have let him hold on to me longer. Then maybe he wouldn’t feel that cold or sick. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so sorry.
I repeated that to him as I washed and prepared his stiff little body before I wrap him up in a towel softly. I tied it together with a black silk ribbon. And set my mind to bury him in the park near my workplace. It has plenty of sunshine and greens, a fountain and enough space when he wants solitude.
And I did, with two of my fav colleagues. One of them even laid a fresh red rose next to him.
This loss is hurting a lot.
~~~
to be dead, is the easiest part of life.
samedi, novembre 11, 2006
Either I have been watching too much crap or I have a lot of hatred for the world.
My whole family had to exavacate my house as the infected zombies are about to barge in. we have to leave. And the funny thing is, only my house is targeted. And I can’t bring Dolly and Puppy with me. So I had to drop them off at my neighbour’s backyard.
Then we left, I vividly remember my whole family was behind me but I cannot recall seeing them much. Because I was a sword-wielding zombie killing machine. I carried around this long fine sword and was swifter than a ninja on crack. I sliced the heads off of any zombie I see before they could even see me. I have to purge the city of these infected before they hurt more people.
There was a lot of blood. Everywhere. I had to be careful so as not to touch any single drop. Or I would become one. Then I returned to my house as the battle is almost over. My house was in ruins. We entered cautiously and finish any leftovers that still managed to lurk around. There was one lying on the sofa, weak, as I walked over and ended his misery. Then I walked to the back where the kitchen is and saw a few vicious dogs hanging around.
We threw a dead body over the ledge that divided us and the dogs. The distraction worked as they ran and savaged the body while I jumped over and killed all of them in seconds.
But in then meanwhile I was careless and got bitten on my left arm. I looked around, not knowing what will be my fate. The rest of the people around froze. Then I asked someone to slice off my arm before the infection was spread to the rest of my body. No one moved. Intuitively, my right arm rose, holding the sword, and I tried to do it as fast as I could.
I don’t remember much of what happened until later. I supposed my dogs were found alright. So I left the house and went to check the surroundings. I didn’t get back until much later when my father announced to me that he had to kill Puppy. The news devastated me. I asked why. He told me that she was acting all strange and tried to eat the meat off one of the infected bodies.
I was furious. She did that only because she was hungry as she is pregnant. And she was moody because she was pregnant with new puppies. I was crying so hard, and it hurt so dreadfully that at this point I woke up in pain.
Then we left, I vividly remember my whole family was behind me but I cannot recall seeing them much. Because I was a sword-wielding zombie killing machine. I carried around this long fine sword and was swifter than a ninja on crack. I sliced the heads off of any zombie I see before they could even see me. I have to purge the city of these infected before they hurt more people.
There was a lot of blood. Everywhere. I had to be careful so as not to touch any single drop. Or I would become one. Then I returned to my house as the battle is almost over. My house was in ruins. We entered cautiously and finish any leftovers that still managed to lurk around. There was one lying on the sofa, weak, as I walked over and ended his misery. Then I walked to the back where the kitchen is and saw a few vicious dogs hanging around.
We threw a dead body over the ledge that divided us and the dogs. The distraction worked as they ran and savaged the body while I jumped over and killed all of them in seconds.
But in then meanwhile I was careless and got bitten on my left arm. I looked around, not knowing what will be my fate. The rest of the people around froze. Then I asked someone to slice off my arm before the infection was spread to the rest of my body. No one moved. Intuitively, my right arm rose, holding the sword, and I tried to do it as fast as I could.
I don’t remember much of what happened until later. I supposed my dogs were found alright. So I left the house and went to check the surroundings. I didn’t get back until much later when my father announced to me that he had to kill Puppy. The news devastated me. I asked why. He told me that she was acting all strange and tried to eat the meat off one of the infected bodies.
I was furious. She did that only because she was hungry as she is pregnant. And she was moody because she was pregnant with new puppies. I was crying so hard, and it hurt so dreadfully that at this point I woke up in pain.
jeudi, novembre 09, 2006
Do you know what I want? All I want is to be happy…
I can’t help it. You will never understand. I have so many dark secrets inside and that it is consuming me more than I thought I can handle. It is not good to keep secrets. But I think that the last thing I need is to hurt more people who cares. So I rather suffer in silence and there you go, I bitch about things people will not understand. Ha, and I don’t expect you to agree with everything I say anyways.
I feel like my life is half over. I guess I am a half-empty glass of beer than a half-full person. I think I need to get my shit together so I can LIVE for what’s left of it than to wallow in self-pity.
Work has to do with part of what I feel now. Coz people are leaving my agency left and right and I just feel sad to see all the people who made this place so glorious leave. When I started I was full of hopes, and a tiny bit of hope leaves with each respected person’s departure.
I am a little tipsy now as I just got back from a double farewell party. Double blow for sure. Two of my favorite colleagues. And there isn’t any much more left. Sighz.
Meanwhile I contracted a whole bunch of freelance job to keep my mind from feeling depressed. I took whatever that came in my way. I am not going to have too much sleep this weekend. Well, I am not having much sleep nowadays anyways. It is sad that I don’t get to do my favorite pastime and I actually need sleeping aids. Sad. So sad.
Ah, I am such a whiner.
Another thing on my mind is this so-called relationship. I totally don’t understand men, and I think I never will. It is just too much work. All I want is to be happy with him and it seems more like a task than something to look forward to. Why is it so hard to be happy? Singlehood suits me I think - at least I don’t worry for another whiny bitch other than myself. Though I have to admit I was happy earlier on, but HA! Good things don’t last, coz they don’t like to spoil you up there.
Okay, I am going to attack my cuppa noodles. Yes, this is sad. But I am trying to save so that I can pay for that new Adidas jacket that I’ve just ordered. Nothing is free.
vendredi, novembre 03, 2006
Photos of halloween!
~AGENCY HALLOWEEN PARTY~
Missy won the Overall Best Dressed!
oh yeah~ uh huh uh huh!
~Castro Street Party at night~
Missy won the Overall Best Dressed!
oh yeah~ uh huh uh huh!
~Castro Street Party at night~
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