Lunch Off #2-Tuesday

Carl's Junior Burger Meal - Western Bacon Burger with a side of fries + Small Rootbeer = USD$5.69

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?

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!

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)

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When you're feeling despair, why don't you go to despair.com?

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!!!

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 are cheap 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.

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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.

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.

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to be dead, is the easiest part of life.

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.

Do you know what I want? All I want is to be happy…

And that is the goddamn most difficult thing ever to achieve these days. I know I know, I whine and bitch toooooooo much about how LIFE is unfair to me. You’re sick of hearing how unhappy I am though I am having a full-time job, have a nice family that loves me and loads of support from sincere friends. Yeah, while I type this I realize I AM A SPOILT PIECE OF BEING.

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.

Photos of halloween!

~AGENCY HALLOWEEN PARTY~












Missy won the Overall Best Dressed!
oh yeah~ uh huh uh huh!



~Castro Street Party at night~

I slept at 830PM last night. I cannot believe it. I thought I was tired but I didn’t know I was that tired.

I also thought that I had so many things to do with my time that I cannot afford to sleep so early. It seems like I was wasting time to sleep and not catching up on life. Then it hit me. There isn’t much in my life that needs me to stay up late anymore.

The good thing about working instead of studying is that I have no homework. When I leave my office, I don’t really take any homework with me. Unless I really want to spend my nights trying to come up with more ways to convince CEOs that they need to buy new cellphones for everyone in their office.

I need help. I need to be able to see my life in some other way before I feel like I am totally useless.

I told someone about my life plans today. That I am opening my café, my crazy artist café, and how I want to eventually start my own design line and make something. I don’t know what I want to make precisely, not tee shirts or bags. Maybe house wares like cups and plates and bottles and bowls. Maybe. I kinda felt relieved to be able to talk about it. I felt like at least I have something to look forward to. I felt like at least I am not someone without a goal or meaning for life.

And shopping. Holiday season just makes me want to buy stuff, for gifts or for myself. And I finally came to the conclusion tonight that shopping is not helping me to fill up that void in my head. I thought it does. Well, a new skirt won’t be able to talk to me or to give me help me out with my plans, would it? Sighz.

And froggy No.2 is sick. I made an appt with the vet. Ppl laugh at me when I tell them that I am bringing her to see a vet. At least I am taking some actions, that’s the least I can do. Some ppl don’t appreciate a frog’s life. They think I should let him die. They think it is too invaluable as to spend some money and effort on helping him. I detest that kinda thinking. Everyone’s life means something even though your freaking scientist tells you that they don’t have a brain to feel or think about anything. Well, scientists are not frogs. They don’t know. One can never fully understand someone else. NEVER. We are all different.

I am just soooo angry with everything now.