Why so sad, Mr. Snowman?
#15:
A sad snowman cookie!!! Maybe he's sad cause he's just a cookie and not the real thing?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
LOVE: Hello Kitty AIRWAYS!!
Hello Kitty Airways
#14:
You read that correctly. According to jezebel.com, there is now a Hello Kitty jet you can fly on! Unfortunately, only in Asia. Still, I love it! Those crazy Taiwanese think of everything. All pics can be found here.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Hate: People who eat on public transportation
#14:
Sorry, but it's just disgusting and you know what I'm talking about. When I see someone who's bought the bag of popcorn from the roasted peanuts and popcorn guy on the corner by the T stop and decides to eat the popcorn during rush hour on a crowded train, holding onto the pole because there aren't any seats available- I get a little queasy.
Then there's the person who has to get fast food for dinner and eat said burger and fries on the bus while licking their fingers- it makes me angry and pukey at the same time.
I've seen someone standing on the bus eating a burrito while holding onto the pole- I threw up in my mouth a lil bit.
And my favorite is the 2 year old kid who stood on a seat on the T with his dad sitting right next to him on his blackberry as the kid stuck his mouth onto the railing and started sucking on it, and daddy missed the whole thing and opened up a big tupperware full of Goldfish for the kid one stop later. You can imagine the face I made while sitting alone on the train watching it all go down and strangers sitting across from me probably thinking I was the crazy one. You know that kid's got trench-mouth now and his dad is wondering how it happened.
PLEASE CEASE ALL EATING ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. It's disgusting and no one wants to see that. TRUST ME.
Sorry, but it's just disgusting and you know what I'm talking about. When I see someone who's bought the bag of popcorn from the roasted peanuts and popcorn guy on the corner by the T stop and decides to eat the popcorn during rush hour on a crowded train, holding onto the pole because there aren't any seats available- I get a little queasy.
Then there's the person who has to get fast food for dinner and eat said burger and fries on the bus while licking their fingers- it makes me angry and pukey at the same time.
I've seen someone standing on the bus eating a burrito while holding onto the pole- I threw up in my mouth a lil bit.
And my favorite is the 2 year old kid who stood on a seat on the T with his dad sitting right next to him on his blackberry as the kid stuck his mouth onto the railing and started sucking on it, and daddy missed the whole thing and opened up a big tupperware full of Goldfish for the kid one stop later. You can imagine the face I made while sitting alone on the train watching it all go down and strangers sitting across from me probably thinking I was the crazy one. You know that kid's got trench-mouth now and his dad is wondering how it happened.
PLEASE CEASE ALL EATING ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. It's disgusting and no one wants to see that. TRUST ME.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Love: The Boondock Saints 1 AND 2
#13:
If you have not seen Troy Duffy's "The Boondock Saints", you have been missing out. Not only is it a great movie, but a fantastic real life story in the making of the movie. It was such a great story that they even made a documentary about the making of the movie! That's how great this story really is.
Firstly, the story behind the deal of "The Boondock Saints" (1999), came out and took Hollywood by storm. An interesting screenplay about two Irish-Catholic brothers living in Southie that take on all the bad guys in Boston and are trying to stay one step ahead of the FBI while exacting their punishment against all that is evil. You can't go wrong with a storyline like that, this statement coming from a transplant to Boston. Whenever I see there's a movie that's set in Boston, I have to see it. And I really haven't been disappointed yet. Except for maybe "Celtic Pride", not too sure what Hollywood was thinking with that flick.
As I was saying, Boston movies have something gritty, prideful and heartfelt about them and "The Boondock Saints" is no exception. It is quite violent, but in a justifiable way. It also has some comedic moments which are unexpected but totally work. Basically Troy Duffy has talent, and he showed it when making this movie.
Secondly, what Troy Duffy did wrong, was piss every important person in Hollywood off during this time period, because he has uncontrollable Masshole and douchebag tendencies. And this downward spiral was captured on film in the documentary, "Overnight". He was a Milton boy who moved out to L.A. with his brother to try and make it big as a musician in the band they were both in, and a filmmaker, with his screenplay, "The Boondock Saints". He worked as a bartender at a popular L.A. bar and in one night his life changed when he met Harvey Weinstein and Weinstein agreed to make his screenplay into a feature film. Miramax had agreed to let him direct, and gave the movie a $15 million budget. And at some point in making the movie, Troy Duffy was able to make the whole deal go bust. Miramax put the movie in turnaround, a Hollywood term for film purgatory, where no one could touch it and no one would release it. Eventually when they finally got it released, the film got no press, no publicity, no marketing support, and made a measly $30k in the theatres. Troy and the movie became a big Hollywood joke.
Thirdly, because of his egomaniacal attitude, who knew that he had a second movie in him, especially one that would actually turn out to be... AWESOME?! Yes, it's awesome, people. It's funny, even kind of inspiring, great continuous storyline, and of course, lots of gratuitous violence. Which is expected, when good men take revenge on bad men by killing them. Not only was the sequel a good story with good writing, it was even shot well on a very tight budget. After seeing the movie, I was surprised at how it never felt like Troy Duffy cheaped out on anything. It was done tastefully and creatively and he gets mad props for that. He even set it up for a third film, which hopefully won't take another 10 years to make, and hopefully gets made.
Kudos to Troy Duffy and second chances. Please don't blow this one as I'm really looking forward to a trilogy of "The Boondock Saints". People, set aside the your feelings towards Troy Duffy and his bitchassness and rent the first film and then go see the sequel in theatres!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Love: This story from 20/20
#12:
So I was catching up with 20/20 and I saw this story about this girl who was the only survivor of a brutal killing spree in Sonoma county back in 1989, and the killer was her father. This was one sick son of a bitch. I mean the guy cracked one day and took all 3 of his daughters, killed 2 of them and thought he had killed the third, but she miraculously survived. Then he went to their house and killed his wife, went to his mother in-law's house, killed her and her two other daughters, killed one of his bosses at a winery, and severely wounded another boss at another winery. Then he fled to Mexico and hid out for a couple of weeks before he was caught. It was some seriously fucked up shit.
What got to me was the daughter that survived was three years old at the time and her throat was slit from ear to ear, yet she sat with her dead sisters in the middle of a field for 36 hours until some transient walked by and found them. She lived! She totally lived after 36 hours. Really, truly, amazing.
So through this whole show the reporter talks to the doctor and nurses who saved her and the cop who was on the case, the reporter that covered it, etc. And one of the things that kept coming up was how "strong" and "resilient" and "brave" this girl was. The will she had and the determination to live. What a survivor she was, the amazing attitude, etc. The same words being used over and over to describe what an amazing girl she was and how hard she fought to stay alive. And now, twenty years later, wait for it, she grooms dogs for a living.
Like, really??! I dunno about this. If I were her, and all of these people talked about how awesome I was, and what a fighter I was, and how brave and strong I was; I would not want to disappoint everyone by just grooming dogs for a living. I certainly felt let down knowing there's person out there who apparently is one of the greatest people to ever live, and all she does is groom dogs 30 hours a week.
Not gonna lie, it bummed me out a little. But I guess if I'm ever in Sonoma county with Buddha, I know who I would want cutting her nails.
So I was catching up with 20/20 and I saw this story about this girl who was the only survivor of a brutal killing spree in Sonoma county back in 1989, and the killer was her father. This was one sick son of a bitch. I mean the guy cracked one day and took all 3 of his daughters, killed 2 of them and thought he had killed the third, but she miraculously survived. Then he went to their house and killed his wife, went to his mother in-law's house, killed her and her two other daughters, killed one of his bosses at a winery, and severely wounded another boss at another winery. Then he fled to Mexico and hid out for a couple of weeks before he was caught. It was some seriously fucked up shit.
What got to me was the daughter that survived was three years old at the time and her throat was slit from ear to ear, yet she sat with her dead sisters in the middle of a field for 36 hours until some transient walked by and found them. She lived! She totally lived after 36 hours. Really, truly, amazing.
So through this whole show the reporter talks to the doctor and nurses who saved her and the cop who was on the case, the reporter that covered it, etc. And one of the things that kept coming up was how "strong" and "resilient" and "brave" this girl was. The will she had and the determination to live. What a survivor she was, the amazing attitude, etc. The same words being used over and over to describe what an amazing girl she was and how hard she fought to stay alive. And now, twenty years later, wait for it, she grooms dogs for a living.
Like, really??! I dunno about this. If I were her, and all of these people talked about how awesome I was, and what a fighter I was, and how brave and strong I was; I would not want to disappoint everyone by just grooming dogs for a living. I certainly felt let down knowing there's person out there who apparently is one of the greatest people to ever live, and all she does is groom dogs 30 hours a week.
Not gonna lie, it bummed me out a little. But I guess if I'm ever in Sonoma county with Buddha, I know who I would want cutting her nails.
HATE: Waiting for my lipgloss to run out
#13:
I hate waiting for my lipgloss to run out. But I do it because it cost so damn much to begin with, I don't want to just throw it out and start a new one! I want it to be worth the $8-$20 I paid for it. It just takes so f'ing long sometimes!!! ROARRRR!
There's so little left in my M.A.C.Lustreglass lipgloss, but it's taking forever to get rid of!!!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Love: My new going out bag
#11:
I love it and I can't wait to take it out on the town!
Hype Jackie clutch
HATE: Possibility of not living up to my potential
#12:
Life's tough. I mean, I have a pretty great life, don't get me wrong. I think on a daily basis I'm quite a happy person. But in the back of my mind, I wonder every now and then, if I'm living up to my potential. Am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing in this world? Am I contributing to society to the fullest degree? The talents I think I possess or I've been told I possess, am I utilizing them to better myself and the people around me?
Most of the time I think the answers to these questions are: I'm not so sure.
I grew up with music as my #1 priority. I wasn't really great at sports. I tried my hand at tennis mostly, and eventually gave it up. I was pretty good in school, but mostly because I was bullied into being good in school. I'm first generation Chinese. Anything less than above average is considered failing. But music is what I always fell back on, it's what I always did good in, it's what I had a knack for. I even went to college for music, I thought it was going to be my life's work. Then Napster hit, the Internet blew up, and technology killed the record company star and the music business as I knew it. Plus love happened to me. And you do things you'd never think you'd do when you're in love. Like leave NYC for good and stay in Boston where the music business industry is almost non-existant.
So then what? I thought I had the second best answer: radio. Still a part of the music industry, and making a living at it. But in radio, if you aren't willing to move around and be flexible with the markets, that too will go bust. And now here I am, coordinating educational programs for executives at MIT. I know. Sometimes I even ask myself, "WHAT??" It's crazy, it doesn't really make any sense, and sometimes it kind of makes me feel like everything I did up until this point was a complete waste of my life.
Most people take piano lessons, and stop after a year or two, or sometimes even a few years. I took them for 12 years. I took classical vocal lessons for 5 years, and that doesn't include the voice lessons and classes that were required in college as part of my major. I played the trumpet and was good at it. I still have my trumpet from junior high. It's a thing of beauty. I was in a band in college. We played some cool places. It wasn't music I was writing, but I was still creating something. I even recorded a few things with my then boyfriend/now husband. It was fun, I still felt like I had my hand in something, like not everything that I made my mom pay for was a waste. But now I work crazy hours every couple of months and I work hard in between those crazy times on making executives and clients happy when they come to MIT. I have a mortgage, I have a dog, life happened and songwriting and recording just seems like a far away past. What's the point if no one hears it? Or what if they hear it and I'm totally living in my own head, and actually all those years of piano and voice did absolutely nothing because I'm actually really bad at it all, and no one ever told me.
Sometimes I have these crazy or very common sense thoughts and ideas, and someone says to me, "brilliant! I didn't think of that!" But I did, yet no one is around to really appreciate it. That's when I question what my life is about, am I important, and what does it all mean.
So, what if all those years I spent on music, I had spent on something else? What if I was actually supposed to go to a "real" college and major in criminal justice and become some awesome judge or FBI agent? Or what if I really am good at math and I just never gave it a real shot cause I was too busy practicing Chopin and I became some awesome mathematician/professor at an ivy league school?
And then I hear a really amazing song from "Camera Obscura", or "Hey Rosetta", or "Denali" and I think to myself, "why didn't I think of that?"
All the 'what ifs' make life hard sometimes. And Mondays don't help.
Life's tough. I mean, I have a pretty great life, don't get me wrong. I think on a daily basis I'm quite a happy person. But in the back of my mind, I wonder every now and then, if I'm living up to my potential. Am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing in this world? Am I contributing to society to the fullest degree? The talents I think I possess or I've been told I possess, am I utilizing them to better myself and the people around me?
Most of the time I think the answers to these questions are: I'm not so sure.
I grew up with music as my #1 priority. I wasn't really great at sports. I tried my hand at tennis mostly, and eventually gave it up. I was pretty good in school, but mostly because I was bullied into being good in school. I'm first generation Chinese. Anything less than above average is considered failing. But music is what I always fell back on, it's what I always did good in, it's what I had a knack for. I even went to college for music, I thought it was going to be my life's work. Then Napster hit, the Internet blew up, and technology killed the record company star and the music business as I knew it. Plus love happened to me. And you do things you'd never think you'd do when you're in love. Like leave NYC for good and stay in Boston where the music business industry is almost non-existant.
So then what? I thought I had the second best answer: radio. Still a part of the music industry, and making a living at it. But in radio, if you aren't willing to move around and be flexible with the markets, that too will go bust. And now here I am, coordinating educational programs for executives at MIT. I know. Sometimes I even ask myself, "WHAT??" It's crazy, it doesn't really make any sense, and sometimes it kind of makes me feel like everything I did up until this point was a complete waste of my life.
Most people take piano lessons, and stop after a year or two, or sometimes even a few years. I took them for 12 years. I took classical vocal lessons for 5 years, and that doesn't include the voice lessons and classes that were required in college as part of my major. I played the trumpet and was good at it. I still have my trumpet from junior high. It's a thing of beauty. I was in a band in college. We played some cool places. It wasn't music I was writing, but I was still creating something. I even recorded a few things with my then boyfriend/now husband. It was fun, I still felt like I had my hand in something, like not everything that I made my mom pay for was a waste. But now I work crazy hours every couple of months and I work hard in between those crazy times on making executives and clients happy when they come to MIT. I have a mortgage, I have a dog, life happened and songwriting and recording just seems like a far away past. What's the point if no one hears it? Or what if they hear it and I'm totally living in my own head, and actually all those years of piano and voice did absolutely nothing because I'm actually really bad at it all, and no one ever told me.
Sometimes I have these crazy or very common sense thoughts and ideas, and someone says to me, "brilliant! I didn't think of that!" But I did, yet no one is around to really appreciate it. That's when I question what my life is about, am I important, and what does it all mean.
So, what if all those years I spent on music, I had spent on something else? What if I was actually supposed to go to a "real" college and major in criminal justice and become some awesome judge or FBI agent? Or what if I really am good at math and I just never gave it a real shot cause I was too busy practicing Chopin and I became some awesome mathematician/professor at an ivy league school?
And then I hear a really amazing song from "Camera Obscura", or "Hey Rosetta", or "Denali" and I think to myself, "why didn't I think of that?"
All the 'what ifs' make life hard sometimes. And Mondays don't help.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
HATE: People who don't dress appropriately for the weather
#11:
In this day and age, with technology as advanced as it is, and communication of information being as easily accessible as it is, the title of this post should not even be an issue. But it is. This daily occurrence I witness, really pisses me off. It's not something I obsess over by any means, life is too short for that. But when I see it happen, I roll my eyes, because really, if you can't figure out what the weather will be before you leave the house, then something needs to change.
I'm not talking about the elderly who always have 5 layers on no matter what the temperature is. I get that- they're old, they get cold easily, I understand. I'm annoyed at the normal young people, my age, a little older, or a little younger who just look clueless when walking in public.
This is especially a problem here in New England. And if you've lived here longer than 3 years, you should know what to expect. Weather should be something you think about every day, because up here in the northeast, it can change at a drop of a hat.
So, women with their Ugg boots on in 78 degree weather in September. STOP IT.
No more gloves and winter hats in April when it's 65 degrees. STOP IT.
I don't want to see a North Face coat in October when it's 68 and sunny. STOP IT.
And the cable knit turtlenecks I've noted on the train in the last week, hey it may be September, but it still feels like August out, so QUIT IT.
Thank you for reading, and in the words of Al Roker, "here's what's happening in your neck of the woods"...
http://www.weather.com/
In this day and age, with technology as advanced as it is, and communication of information being as easily accessible as it is, the title of this post should not even be an issue. But it is. This daily occurrence I witness, really pisses me off. It's not something I obsess over by any means, life is too short for that. But when I see it happen, I roll my eyes, because really, if you can't figure out what the weather will be before you leave the house, then something needs to change.
I'm not talking about the elderly who always have 5 layers on no matter what the temperature is. I get that- they're old, they get cold easily, I understand. I'm annoyed at the normal young people, my age, a little older, or a little younger who just look clueless when walking in public.
This is especially a problem here in New England. And if you've lived here longer than 3 years, you should know what to expect. Weather should be something you think about every day, because up here in the northeast, it can change at a drop of a hat.
So, women with their Ugg boots on in 78 degree weather in September. STOP IT.
No more gloves and winter hats in April when it's 65 degrees. STOP IT.
I don't want to see a North Face coat in October when it's 68 and sunny. STOP IT.
And the cable knit turtlenecks I've noted on the train in the last week, hey it may be September, but it still feels like August out, so QUIT IT.
Thank you for reading, and in the words of Al Roker, "here's what's happening in your neck of the woods"...
http://www.weather.com/
Friday, September 18, 2009
Hate: Folk music
#10:
I actually should retitle this as "majority of folk music", or "folk music made by douchebags". Technically, I don't hate folk music as a genre. There is a lot of music I listen to that is probably labeled as folk music. Examples being, Joseph Arthur (awesome), Damien Rice (love him), the soundtrack of the indie flick, "Once", featuring the lead singer of The Frames (great album, hot singer), and the list really goes on and on.
But as I listen to Last.fm right now and the Rocky Votolato library, it occurs to me how much music is out there and TERRIBLE yet considered similar to Rocky Votolato, who I think is fantastic. So poor Rocky has to be categorized in with these douche-singers who can play like 8 chords.
If I was Rocky, Joseph, or Damien, I'd be pissed. Here I am an awesome singer-songwriter, and I have to be grouped in with the likes of Pedro the Lion and Iron & Wine. I mean, really??! Really, Pedro the Lion. How did you think the depressing lyrics and melody of "Slow and Steady Wins the Race" should be recorded and distributed to the public??! OMG! Shoot me now. I'm pretty sure the song I wrote when I was 15 and just started learning the guitar is better than this bullshit. Pedro the Lion, were you on ludes when you wrote this crap? Dudes! Take a good listen, like a REALLY good listen. And get a new job! Cause this whole folk/angst/singer thing is soooo NOT working for you!!!
Ok, time for me to skip this track. I can't believe this song is still going on. He clearly has a lot to say and I don't want to listen.
I actually should retitle this as "majority of folk music", or "folk music made by douchebags". Technically, I don't hate folk music as a genre. There is a lot of music I listen to that is probably labeled as folk music. Examples being, Joseph Arthur (awesome), Damien Rice (love him), the soundtrack of the indie flick, "Once", featuring the lead singer of The Frames (great album, hot singer), and the list really goes on and on.
But as I listen to Last.fm right now and the Rocky Votolato library, it occurs to me how much music is out there and TERRIBLE yet considered similar to Rocky Votolato, who I think is fantastic. So poor Rocky has to be categorized in with these douche-singers who can play like 8 chords.
If I was Rocky, Joseph, or Damien, I'd be pissed. Here I am an awesome singer-songwriter, and I have to be grouped in with the likes of Pedro the Lion and Iron & Wine. I mean, really??! Really, Pedro the Lion. How did you think the depressing lyrics and melody of "Slow and Steady Wins the Race" should be recorded and distributed to the public??! OMG! Shoot me now. I'm pretty sure the song I wrote when I was 15 and just started learning the guitar is better than this bullshit. Pedro the Lion, were you on ludes when you wrote this crap? Dudes! Take a good listen, like a REALLY good listen. And get a new job! Cause this whole folk/angst/singer thing is soooo NOT working for you!!!
Ok, time for me to skip this track. I can't believe this song is still going on. He clearly has a lot to say and I don't want to listen.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Love: Snow Patrol
Snow Patrol, I love you
#10:
Love them!! I'd forgotten how much. Luckily I had a dream last night, and the soundtrack was provided by the amazing Snow Patrol. So one song was stuck in my head pretty much all morning. And now I've had the opportunity to listen to them, and have fallen in love all over again.
Right now, I'm listening to "Hands Open". Fantastic. It actually makes doing work, half as horrible. Life is just better with good music. Hands down. (No pun intended).
I needed to voice my opinion before I got too distracted. Thank you Snow Patrol.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Love: First fall purchase of the season!
Ted Baker London#9:
How cute???! I know I thought so, which is why I just bought it. My bank account might be crying, but when I get this jacket in the mail, my body will be smiling.
Monday, August 31, 2009
HATING: Many things right now
#9:
Hating so many things right now, I've created a list.
Note: I LOVE lists, and one day I will blog why.
Hating the following:
This office
Working
Sitting inside on a super nice day
My direct boss (she's a goddam idiot and I have thought about punching her in the face, multiple times)
All the work that I have to do because my direct boss SUCKS
My discolored skin from the poison ivy
Eating healthy, although the other side of the coin is that I LOVE that I've lost 7 lbs... so I really can't win
My hair, I desperately need a haircut but the salon is closed on Mondays
Fake people (I always hate fake people)
People who insist on lying to my face
People who treat me and my friends like we're fucking retarded, cause apparently, I was hired to be retarded
The cold air that has been CONSISTENTLY blowing above me since 11am
The fact that it's only 3:38pm and I still have an hour and a half left in this hovel
Hating so many things right now, I've created a list.
Note: I LOVE lists, and one day I will blog why.
Hating the following:
This office
Working
Sitting inside on a super nice day
My direct boss (she's a goddam idiot and I have thought about punching her in the face, multiple times)
All the work that I have to do because my direct boss SUCKS
My discolored skin from the poison ivy
Eating healthy, although the other side of the coin is that I LOVE that I've lost 7 lbs... so I really can't win
My hair, I desperately need a haircut but the salon is closed on Mondays
Fake people (I always hate fake people)
People who insist on lying to my face
People who treat me and my friends like we're fucking retarded, cause apparently, I was hired to be retarded
The cold air that has been CONSISTENTLY blowing above me since 11am
The fact that it's only 3:38pm and I still have an hour and a half left in this hovel
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
HATE: Poison Ivy!!!!!
#8
I would post you pictures of what my limbs look like right now, but they are so grotesque I don't want to cause anyone to vomit.
I hate poison ivy. This is my first time ever getting it, so I have nothing to compare it to, except maybe chicken pox. Yes, I feel that awful. I may not have an accompanying fever, but oh, how I ITCH!!!
I itch so badly, I wanna SCREAM!!! I itch so badly, I'm starting to itch everywhere, not just where I have poison ivy. I'm developing a rash on other parts of my body, just from scratching myself so hard where I do have poison ivy. I feel like I'm going MENTAL!!!! I look at myself and I want to CRY. I'm in week 3 of having it so it's barely beginning to go away, but I'm starting to resemble a burn victim. That's not meant to be funny or insulting to any burn victims out there, so my apologies. I just can't stand what I look like right now, especially when I'm naked. When I'm naked, I start feeling depressed. I can't stop scratching myself though! Believe me, I'm trying, but it's SO HARD!! I do feel like I've improved on restraining myself this past week, but I'm still nowhere near stopping myself. I feel like maybe I should be wearing oven mitts 24/7 just to ensure I have normal skin after this is all over with.
And what if I scar??? I can't even go there right now. I just need to focus on being patient and waiting this whole thing out. It seems to take an average person about 3 weeks to get over poison ivy. I'm unfortunately, not average and very, very Asian. This peculiar anomaly in my genetic make-up could potentially mean I'll be completely healed in about 4-5 weeks.
Prepare for a report-back in 2-3 more weeks on my skin update. Wish me luck.
I would post you pictures of what my limbs look like right now, but they are so grotesque I don't want to cause anyone to vomit.
I hate poison ivy. This is my first time ever getting it, so I have nothing to compare it to, except maybe chicken pox. Yes, I feel that awful. I may not have an accompanying fever, but oh, how I ITCH!!!
I itch so badly, I wanna SCREAM!!! I itch so badly, I'm starting to itch everywhere, not just where I have poison ivy. I'm developing a rash on other parts of my body, just from scratching myself so hard where I do have poison ivy. I feel like I'm going MENTAL!!!! I look at myself and I want to CRY. I'm in week 3 of having it so it's barely beginning to go away, but I'm starting to resemble a burn victim. That's not meant to be funny or insulting to any burn victims out there, so my apologies. I just can't stand what I look like right now, especially when I'm naked. When I'm naked, I start feeling depressed. I can't stop scratching myself though! Believe me, I'm trying, but it's SO HARD!! I do feel like I've improved on restraining myself this past week, but I'm still nowhere near stopping myself. I feel like maybe I should be wearing oven mitts 24/7 just to ensure I have normal skin after this is all over with.
And what if I scar??? I can't even go there right now. I just need to focus on being patient and waiting this whole thing out. It seems to take an average person about 3 weeks to get over poison ivy. I'm unfortunately, not average and very, very Asian. This peculiar anomaly in my genetic make-up could potentially mean I'll be completely healed in about 4-5 weeks.
Prepare for a report-back in 2-3 more weeks on my skin update. Wish me luck.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Love: This sweater!!!
#8
How cute? I'm picturing, black or grey leggings, this sweater, big black scarf wrapped around a couple of times, and boots.
Delish! Can't wait for the fall!!!!
Friday, August 7, 2009
LOVE: Laura Ling and Euna Lee back home where they belong
Euna Lee and Laura Ling embracing their families#7:
I'm just so glad that they are home with their families now, back here in the States, and not imprisoned in godforsaken North Korea.
Thank you President Clinton, you did a really good thing. Considering Obama didn't have the time to take care of this awful situation.
Yay! Laura Ling and Euna Lee! Hooray! Now take some time off and enjoy your freedom!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Hate: Being unmotivated
#7:
This rant is mainly about the lack of motivation I have toward fitness.
I used to take tae kwon do when I was 13, (it's true, I am Chinese after all). I really loved it. Something about taking all the agression I had out on someone else, usually male, felt very fulfilling. Everything I hated about myself, my life, my confusion about life and who I was; none of it mattered when I was memorizing steps and formations to get my next belt. I was really good at it too. I kicked some major ass and got all the way up to getting my second-degree red belt. Next belts from there were brown and then black. Unfortunately, my last lesson occurred when I couldn't find the inner strength to jump over gym mats stacked higher than my height at the time. The fear crept in my stomach and my mind, and voila! I sprained my ankle. The first time I'd ever seriously hurt myself. Being an only child, my mother freaked out and had me quit. I never felt right about any other kind of fitness routine since.
That was an entire high school sophomore ago.
After that I was never really the same. I had no motivation to get fit and work out. I was really sick in high school and got to skip gym class a lot. I always had a note from my doctor or my mom. The baby fat crept back on to my body. My mother was constantly motivating me with her words of encouragement throughout high school; "...boys don't like fat girls", "you need to suck your stomach in more, stop eating so much", and "did you work out today? You should work out, you're not looking so good". Thanks mom.
It just drove me to do the opposite of course. Nothing.
And now here I am, 30, still struggling with the annoying 5-10 lbs. that have failed to leave me in the last 7 years of my life, no matter what I do. Because I can never stick to something. Laziness always wins with me. EATING always wins with me.
So it's another day, where I'd vowed to work out tonight, and yet I'm still trying to justify doing nothing instead.
I've gotta stop talking to myself. I can be a major downer sometimes.
This rant is mainly about the lack of motivation I have toward fitness.
I used to take tae kwon do when I was 13, (it's true, I am Chinese after all). I really loved it. Something about taking all the agression I had out on someone else, usually male, felt very fulfilling. Everything I hated about myself, my life, my confusion about life and who I was; none of it mattered when I was memorizing steps and formations to get my next belt. I was really good at it too. I kicked some major ass and got all the way up to getting my second-degree red belt. Next belts from there were brown and then black. Unfortunately, my last lesson occurred when I couldn't find the inner strength to jump over gym mats stacked higher than my height at the time. The fear crept in my stomach and my mind, and voila! I sprained my ankle. The first time I'd ever seriously hurt myself. Being an only child, my mother freaked out and had me quit. I never felt right about any other kind of fitness routine since.
That was an entire high school sophomore ago.
After that I was never really the same. I had no motivation to get fit and work out. I was really sick in high school and got to skip gym class a lot. I always had a note from my doctor or my mom. The baby fat crept back on to my body. My mother was constantly motivating me with her words of encouragement throughout high school; "...boys don't like fat girls", "you need to suck your stomach in more, stop eating so much", and "did you work out today? You should work out, you're not looking so good". Thanks mom.
It just drove me to do the opposite of course. Nothing.
And now here I am, 30, still struggling with the annoying 5-10 lbs. that have failed to leave me in the last 7 years of my life, no matter what I do. Because I can never stick to something. Laziness always wins with me. EATING always wins with me.
So it's another day, where I'd vowed to work out tonight, and yet I'm still trying to justify doing nothing instead.
I've gotta stop talking to myself. I can be a major downer sometimes.
Monday, July 27, 2009
LOVE: Eating
I wish I could be Kobayashi#5:
Man, I LOVE eating. It could very well be my favorite thing to do, EVER.
Besides the fact that you need to eat in order to live, I thoroughly enjoy it.
Which probably directly lead to me gaining 5 lbs. in one week.
5 lbs. 1 week.
That's just disgusting. I really let eating get the best of me this past week. It doesn't help that my job affords me the pleasures of free catered meals, but I really threw my will power out the window.
It's time to get back to life, and back to reality.
I cannot continue to eat like I am pants-less on an every day basis.
Time to get rid of the glazed donut wrapped around my belly.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
HATE: Working with retahds
#6:
I'm awesome at what I do, no matter what I do. By no means am I full of myself, I'm just stating a plain FACT.
So, being as awesome as I am, I can't stand working with people that are sub-par. People who create task lists so that everyone is on the same page, yet don't follow the task lists themselves, causing them to forget to do things, and ultimately wasting my time.
People who can't listen to someone on the phone without freaking out and having to take a pill because the pressure becomes to great and causes them anxiety.
People who can't listen to simple instructions and do simple tasks causing me to do twice as much work and wasting double my energy and time.
People who don't seem to look in the mirror before they leave the house, so they look like they just rolled out of bed and pulled the first thing out of their closets not caring if it matched, had holes in it or a stain.
People who have to actually think about whether they shaved their legs. You should just KNOW if your legs are hairy or not, I mean, COME ON.
People who hear, "unlimited sick leave", and think it's a license to take weeks off at a time, by pretending to have doctor's notes and "work from home".
Basically people who probably shouldn't have graduated kindergarten. Cause they still need their hand held throughout life.
Yet these people still have jobs, have not gotten fired, no warnings, no probationary periods.
They get paid the same paycheck every month, and even get pay increases like me!
So no matter how hard I work, or how little I work, I'm shown on a daily basis, that none of it matters.
Thanks big bosses, for showing me how degenerates, losers, and retahds continue to suck the system dry.
I'm awesome at what I do, no matter what I do. By no means am I full of myself, I'm just stating a plain FACT.
So, being as awesome as I am, I can't stand working with people that are sub-par. People who create task lists so that everyone is on the same page, yet don't follow the task lists themselves, causing them to forget to do things, and ultimately wasting my time.
People who can't listen to someone on the phone without freaking out and having to take a pill because the pressure becomes to great and causes them anxiety.
People who can't listen to simple instructions and do simple tasks causing me to do twice as much work and wasting double my energy and time.
People who don't seem to look in the mirror before they leave the house, so they look like they just rolled out of bed and pulled the first thing out of their closets not caring if it matched, had holes in it or a stain.
People who have to actually think about whether they shaved their legs. You should just KNOW if your legs are hairy or not, I mean, COME ON.
People who hear, "unlimited sick leave", and think it's a license to take weeks off at a time, by pretending to have doctor's notes and "work from home".
Basically people who probably shouldn't have graduated kindergarten. Cause they still need their hand held throughout life.
Yet these people still have jobs, have not gotten fired, no warnings, no probationary periods.
They get paid the same paycheck every month, and even get pay increases like me!
So no matter how hard I work, or how little I work, I'm shown on a daily basis, that none of it matters.
Thanks big bosses, for showing me how degenerates, losers, and retahds continue to suck the system dry.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Hating right now: My Blackberry
#5:
COME ON BLACKBERRY!! Get your shit together. I'm sick of you burning out on me after 5 hours of battery life if I make one phone call.
I'm tired of having to update the time on your display because you died on me and I couldn't charge you in time, so your internal clock is 4 days and 9 hours behind the real time.
I'm also totally bored of the ugly case I have to put you in, cause there really isn't a cooler case out there, not even one from Singapore that was made in a sweatshop.
I'm also done with being annoyed at yelling into the phone because the party on the other side of the line sounds like crap, so I assume I'm sounding like crap right back, herego I begin to yell at them.
I'm pissed at you, BB, pissed... how are we going to remedy this? Oh yeah, we can't because you're not my personal cell, you're my work cell. You'd think MIT could do better than this.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
HATE: Sitting inside an office when it's GORGEOUS outside
#4:
Sitting on the inside when it's BEAUTIFUL on the outside. I could do without this torture.
I spend 8 hours a day in a room with AC that has a computer screen big enough to cover my view of the outside world in front of me, which I believe was done deliberately.
What THE MAN neglected, was the beautiful view I still have from my side.
I see lots of sun, people walking with coffees, lots of construction work being done. And a view of over the river.
This is disturbing to me when it's 80 out and I'm in my room wearing a sweater and a scarf.
DISTURBING.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Love right now: The idea of fall shopping
#4:
I'm so in love with the idea of fall shopping already. I know summer has barely begun, but I can't help the feeling considering how this New England weather has been thus far.
It's only natural to be excited for new boots, sweaters, and jackets when we've had a handful of "summery" days and a hundred gloomy rainy days barely over 65 degrees.
Today is no exception. Dylan Dryer told me it was going to 70 today. YEAH RIGHT?! Try barely 60 outside and wet AGAIN.
All I know is my new fall purchases are going to be SUH-WEET!! And so fun to wear.
If only July could just act like July I wouldn't be feeling so nostalgic for September.
If only July could just act like July I wouldn't be feeling so nostalgic for September.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Hate: Characters
#3:
And I'm not talking about fictional people on television or in movies. I'm talking about the kind of person who when spoken about is described by another as, "oh him? I know! He's such a character".
I'm all for whatever you want to do, you do, cause you only get one life and you have to make the most of it. But that doesn't mean I won't point and laugh and still judge you in my mind.
Case in point: today on my way into work, I sat next to one of these so-called characters on the train. Black alligator loafers, black slacks, black button down shirt, skinny tie, royal blue blazer, one sterling silver ring on his right middle finger, one turquoise stoned ring on his ring finger, all of his nails grown long and filed pointy (ewwwww), curly long hair tied back in a ponytail, and a black fedora (and not a cute trendy Justin Timberlake type fedora).
I'm sorry, but if you leave the house like that, I will judge you. That's just the way I am. I'm not going to say something to your face. I won't publicly give you a dirty look, but I will probably look at you a little too long and make assumptions in my head. Cause once you leave the house like that, you're just asking for it.
I was trying to figure out where someone goes at 9 in the morning on a weekday looking like that. Does he have an office job? I can't imagine it's too easy to type with those nails and just sit in a cubicle for 8-9 hours looking like you have better things to do like suck someone's blood or practice shooting fangs out of your jaw.
Could you be going to a job where you change into a uniform? Like a short order cook? Or Dunkin Donuts cashier? Or like Judge Reinhold's character in "Fast Times" where he tries to change out of the pirate outfit at the fast food joint? Again, the nails to me seem as though they'd be a health code violation when working with food.
Are you going on a job interview? If so, where? You can't possibly think someone's going to take you seriously with those nails, pony tail and fedora on a job interview. Unless it's maybe to be a host at a haunted house, or an MC at a goth circus.
I just can't think of too many places you could be going looking like that at 9 am. Visiting your mom? But if you're a vampire, maybe she is too, so therefore she's not awake yet. Although you've managed to leave the house during the day, so, I suppose anything's possible.
What a life that guy has.... he's such a character.
And I'm not talking about fictional people on television or in movies. I'm talking about the kind of person who when spoken about is described by another as, "oh him? I know! He's such a character".
I'm all for whatever you want to do, you do, cause you only get one life and you have to make the most of it. But that doesn't mean I won't point and laugh and still judge you in my mind.
Case in point: today on my way into work, I sat next to one of these so-called characters on the train. Black alligator loafers, black slacks, black button down shirt, skinny tie, royal blue blazer, one sterling silver ring on his right middle finger, one turquoise stoned ring on his ring finger, all of his nails grown long and filed pointy (ewwwww), curly long hair tied back in a ponytail, and a black fedora (and not a cute trendy Justin Timberlake type fedora).
I'm sorry, but if you leave the house like that, I will judge you. That's just the way I am. I'm not going to say something to your face. I won't publicly give you a dirty look, but I will probably look at you a little too long and make assumptions in my head. Cause once you leave the house like that, you're just asking for it.
I was trying to figure out where someone goes at 9 in the morning on a weekday looking like that. Does he have an office job? I can't imagine it's too easy to type with those nails and just sit in a cubicle for 8-9 hours looking like you have better things to do like suck someone's blood or practice shooting fangs out of your jaw.
Could you be going to a job where you change into a uniform? Like a short order cook? Or Dunkin Donuts cashier? Or like Judge Reinhold's character in "Fast Times" where he tries to change out of the pirate outfit at the fast food joint? Again, the nails to me seem as though they'd be a health code violation when working with food.
Are you going on a job interview? If so, where? You can't possibly think someone's going to take you seriously with those nails, pony tail and fedora on a job interview. Unless it's maybe to be a host at a haunted house, or an MC at a goth circus.
I just can't think of too many places you could be going looking like that at 9 am. Visiting your mom? But if you're a vampire, maybe she is too, so therefore she's not awake yet. Although you've managed to leave the house during the day, so, I suppose anything's possible.
What a life that guy has.... he's such a character.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Love: Documentary, "Young @ Heart"
#3:
I loved this documentary, "Young @ Heart", about the Young & Heart choir based in Northampton, MA, made up of senior citizens who sing contemporary rock and r&b music.
It was so heartwarming, funny, sad, and uplifting all at once.
Interesting people doing something interesting at an age where you think it's just all downhill from there. They prove that theory wrong.
Never again will I complain about getting old.
Never again will I think life sucks.
I loved this documentary, "Young @ Heart", about the Young & Heart choir based in Northampton, MA, made up of senior citizens who sing contemporary rock and r&b music.
It was so heartwarming, funny, sad, and uplifting all at once.
Interesting people doing something interesting at an age where you think it's just all downhill from there. They prove that theory wrong.
Never again will I complain about getting old.
Never again will I think life sucks.
Love: wasabi peas
#1:
I love wasabi peas.
They make me cry and they make me smile. Very few things can do that.
They look funny, completely unassuming. I'm still unsure as to what the white stuff is on the actual green pea itself.
BONUS: I don't think they have too many calories (I sure hope they don't, at least.)
And I think they're yummy, and healthier than potato chips, so they're a refreshing alternative snack.
GOOOOOO WASABI PEAS!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Hate: putting together someone else's first date
#2:
I've been with my hubby for the last ten years. My idea of an ideal date? Eating really good food (it can be anything), and drinking great beer or even just cheap beer at at least 2 establishments that are on my "love" list (one of them should have a jukebox). That's a great date for me. We talk, we eat A LOT, and we drink even more. It's fun, relaxed, and I thoroughly enjoy his company. If I didn't, I wouldn't have married him.
So if you ask me for a recommendation on a good place for a date, expect it to be a bar. And don't roll your eyes at me, because that's where I like to go and drinking is what I like to do. I mean if you're the one on the dating scene, shouldn't you have your own arsenal of places you like taking chicks? Why are you asking the married girl who shares an office with you?
Figure it out yourself buddy. And if you can't, I guess that's the reason you're still looking for Mrs. BOH-RING.
I've been with my hubby for the last ten years. My idea of an ideal date? Eating really good food (it can be anything), and drinking great beer or even just cheap beer at at least 2 establishments that are on my "love" list (one of them should have a jukebox). That's a great date for me. We talk, we eat A LOT, and we drink even more. It's fun, relaxed, and I thoroughly enjoy his company. If I didn't, I wouldn't have married him.
So if you ask me for a recommendation on a good place for a date, expect it to be a bar. And don't roll your eyes at me, because that's where I like to go and drinking is what I like to do. I mean if you're the one on the dating scene, shouldn't you have your own arsenal of places you like taking chicks? Why are you asking the married girl who shares an office with you?
Figure it out yourself buddy. And if you can't, I guess that's the reason you're still looking for Mrs. BOH-RING.
Hating right now: being bored at work
#1:
I hate being bored at work. There's really only so much Facebooking one girl can do. Not to mention I've googled everything from potential dinner recipes for tonight (and I most likely won't use any of them), to who Ryan Gosling is currently dating.
I've also searched other people's blogs, like my friend Vikii's, who's blog in turn, turned me onto other cool blogs.
I've also online window-shopped new jeans, designer stuff on sale at ruelala.com, ideeli.com, and one of my other faves giltgroupe.com.
I've also searched new releases to add to my queue on netflix.com.
I looked up the new Indian restaurant I love to see if they do a dinner buffet (they don't).
I've twittered.
I also went to get sushi and soup for lunch and I've already eaten them.
I've filled my Hello Kitty water bottle up three times already on the OTHER side of the office (so I had to walk there). I've gone to the bathroom a couple of times as the result of drinking too much water.
I mean, really, what is left for me to do that is NOT work related??
So I started a new blog.
Hello everybody, this blog is a result of my #1 thing I'm hating right now: being bored at work.
I hate being bored at work. There's really only so much Facebooking one girl can do. Not to mention I've googled everything from potential dinner recipes for tonight (and I most likely won't use any of them), to who Ryan Gosling is currently dating.
I've also searched other people's blogs, like my friend Vikii's, who's blog in turn, turned me onto other cool blogs.
I've also online window-shopped new jeans, designer stuff on sale at ruelala.com, ideeli.com, and one of my other faves giltgroupe.com.
I've also searched new releases to add to my queue on netflix.com.
I looked up the new Indian restaurant I love to see if they do a dinner buffet (they don't).
I've twittered.
I also went to get sushi and soup for lunch and I've already eaten them.
I've filled my Hello Kitty water bottle up three times already on the OTHER side of the office (so I had to walk there). I've gone to the bathroom a couple of times as the result of drinking too much water.
I mean, really, what is left for me to do that is NOT work related??
So I started a new blog.
Hello everybody, this blog is a result of my #1 thing I'm hating right now: being bored at work.
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