Sorry it's been so long...

To my 3 loyal followers.... sorry it's been such a long time since I've blogged.
I can't even believe it's April already, seriously. It's not that there haven't been that many things I've hated or loved over the last few months, because believe me, I hate and love things on a daily basis. But life just gets in the way sometimes, even though it really shouldn't.
I'm back now, and ready to type.

Hate: No official Blogspot App for Droid

#21:
I LOVE my Droid. LOVE it. I love the apps available in the Market. What I don't love is that there's no official app for Blogspot. Only a couple from third parties. Yet Tumblr and Wordpress seemed to find the time to create official apps for their bloggers.
What's up Google? Can't make the time for your bloggers can you? Too busy eating free food in your awesome cafeteria on your fancy schmancy campus?! Or playing with all of your dogs in doggy daycare??
You can build me an app that will explain the constellations to me if I point my Droid at the sky but you can't build me a simple and official app so I can blog whenever the F I want?!
Poor form, Google, poor form.

Hate: Being around super Chinese people

#20:
Yes, I know, that sounds weird, being that I, myself, am Chinese. But in the end, when I really think about it, I am American and I've been trying to explain that to people for years. Around white people, it's not such a big deal, every once in a while, even in this century, I still get the question, "where are you from?" I've tried all different answers, "New York", "America", "from the same place you are", "where are YOU from?" Ultimately, white people just keep digging until I say "my parents are from China, I'm Chinese". This ends in victory for the white man, and they finally leave me alone.
Chinese people on the other hand, are relentless and waaay rude about it. ALWAYS. I have yet to meet one that just lets it go, accepts the fact that I do not have crimped hair, speak broken English, have porcelain skin or speak fluent Mandarin. Sorry China. I was born and raised here in the good ole U.S., I don't even have a New York accent or a Boston accent. I speak amazing English. I read and write amazing English, I am whiter than most of white friends.
Instead the Chinese give me dirty looks, start talking about me in Mandarin, knowing that I will not understand them. But I do understand them. I know what they're saying. They think I'm insulting them by not knowing Mandarin, by not understanding China and where I came from, I will never understand who I really am, or so they think.
I'm actually very aware of who I am and what I'm capable of. I know I can make a mean stir-fry and order from the "authentic" Chinese  menu when I want to. I eat chicken feet at dim sum and can make lo bak go from scratch. I know what to buy at the specialty Asian market without having to read the labels. And I know how to celebrate Chinese New Year like a Chinese person. I also know that Katz' Deli is way better than Carnegie Deli. NY bagels cannot be duplicated anywhere else in the world. NY pizza is real pizza not that deep dish crap or even California Pizza Kitchen. I also love all things Hello Kitty and all of her friends too. Also my meatloaf and homemade mac n' cheese rules, just ask my husband.
Do I wish that I could read, write and speak Mandarin fluently? I do now. Do I regret zoning out all those Saturdays my mom dropped me off at Chinese school and I had to cheat off my friend during the tests just to make it to the next grade? I do now. Do I wish my mom actually understood how hard Chinese school was because the teachers all expected you to already speak Mandarin and they weren't actually teaching me they were just talking at me in a language I could not understand? I do now.
At the time, I could care less. All I wanted to do was be rebellious and embrace America even more. I bleached my black hair blond, cut it short like a boy, all as a big "F you" to Chinese people who wanted me to be "more Chinese". What does that even mean? Just because I have the features does not mean I have the heart.
And has it bitten me in the ass now as an adult? Maybe. China could take over the world someday. They're growing faster in every aspect of society, including population, technology, and consumer power. They're no longer as rural and backwards as they once were. Communist still- yes, but maybe that could change one day too. In my lifetime? Maybe, although I hope to be elderly by then, and everyone will have to respect me regardless of what I speak and don't speak.
So at this time in my life, I wish I had made some different choices when I was younger, but I was stupid when I was young, everyone is. But I am my worst critic and forever will be and I don't need one billion Chinese people to tell me how to live my life and judge me because I was born in this country and they weren't. I know who I am and what I love. So sorry China if my Chinglish isn't good enough for you. In this country, it works and I'm proud of it.

Hate: Buddha's new home

#18:

And I'm sure Buddha hates it too...

Hate: Seeing Buddha so sad...

#17:
One of the things I love the most is to see a happy and mellow, beautiful Buddha being lazy in the house. That will not be the case for the next month as she's on the road to recovery after receiving surgery yesterday from a ruptured disk in her back.
Tuesday night she was shaking, moaning, and would not walk up the stairs or get comfortable on the couch. When I carried her to bed, she wouldn't lay down, and maybe all three of us got about an hour's worth of sleep that night.
Yesterday morning we drove her to the vet and they were able to see her on short notice and then had us take her to a neurologist in Woburn at the Mass Vet hospital where he decided that they needed to do an MRI on her to determine the cause of her pain. Before they took her to give her the anesthesia, we said our goodbyes and when Alan put her on the floor, she collapsed because she could no longer feel her back legs.
Now knowing that she's on the way back to being her normal self is a huge relief, although seeing her sad and ill is not the way anyone would want to see a loved one.
Here are some photos of Day 1, post-surgery:

Buddha and her IV

Hi Buddha!

Buddha has 9 staples in her shaved back :(

Sleepy Buddha, sad Zeus

An attempt at a smile

Hate: The Tonight Show w/ Jay Leno

#16:
Yep, I'm boycotting it and I will watch Letterman just to screw with Leno.
I don't care how humble Jay gets, he will not get my household to watch the Tonight Show any longer.

Go away Jay, you weren't funny the first time, you weren't funny the second time with your most recent show at 10pm, and you certainly are not funny now!

HATE: New England Meteorologists

#15:
PEOPLE! What happened yesterday????? How come the weathermen and women could not get their shiz together??!!! What were they doing all day? What were they THINKING???

I don't know about you, but yesterday was the most ridiculous weather reporting I have ever witnessed.

If I went to work and I put this report together and said everyone in the office had to plan accordingly based on the findings in my report, because this is how the next day will be run, and everyone listened to me, and they did all the planning, but then that next day, everything they planned for was completely changed on them, and they found out they shouldn't have listened to my report in the first place---- I'd be fired!!!

So good job Pete Bouchard, Dylan Dryer, and the rest of the people in your profession who we listen to on a daily basis so we can dress accordingly. You better get your act together before you get replaced by robots. Cause that's what the world is coming to!!

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.