Sasstastic!

Google-y eyes.

2009-10-19T10:39:00.000-07:00

Saw this ad on the nytimes website:Zoom!

Kinda looks like this sucker, eh?

It's 5:14 AM. Do you know where your children are?

2009-02-10T05:13:00.000-08:00

If your name is either Horn Tong or Sang Say, then your daughter is sitting at a Peet's coffeehouse updating her blog.

Why? Well, after studying at Denny's for the past two hours, a change of pace (and consumption) seemed nice. Not that I saw much of the decor inside the restaurant. I was busy reading for my physiology exam.

I have slept an average of three hours a night these past few weeks. I'm exhausted, run down, and only a quarter of the way through this semester. But I look at the flashcard in my hand- this particular one details the mechanisms of an aquaporin channel- and, well, I feel pretty darn good. I think one day I will probably get tired of all this book learnin'. But not today, and not right now. I just don't have the time to get exhausted. (In a good way! It's hard to be all eloquent and clever at this time on this little sleep.)

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

2009-01-22T23:29:00.000-08:00

Ladies and gentlemen, this just in: I know I am Asian. You do not have to remind me of that.

I love gifts. I appreciate that someone cared enough to pick me up a trinket when they travel. I feel good knowing someone expended the effort to pick out a birthday/christmas/insert holiday gift during that season. It warms me that I was in your thoughts when you were feeling generous.

However, do not feel it is necessary to buy me a gift to remind me that I am Asian.

Case in point: I had a lovely co-worker at UCLA who showed me the ropes when I was starting out in regulatory management. She was very informative, kind, and ribald (she spent her lunch breaks showing me pictures of funny penises on Craigslist). She surprised me with an early Christmas present one year: a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. She knew I liked Disneyland so, appropriate, yes? Well...

"I saw it and knew it was perfect for you! It's Asian and Mickey!"

Friendly Co-worker, thank you. I know you have bills to pay and mouths to feed. It means a lot that you spent part of your meager state salary on little ol' me. But a shirt with giant Asian-style characters in gold spray paint?

I did buy her a gift in return. I don't remember what it was, but rest assured I didn't buy her a grass skirt and coconut bra to remind her that she's Tahitian.

Even my credit card company feels the need to remind me. I was reissued a card in the mail, and unsolicited I received one covered in chinese characters. WHAAAAAAT.

There are exceptions to this rule. Par example, fun honeymooning couple got me an awesome tank with this written on it:

Here's why this is OK:
- It hella cute. No garish asian letters I don't understand. No vaguely oriental emblems, no tired Asian-isms (although if this catches on, it may become one. I will be on the look out for that.)
-It hella true. Let's be honest here guys. I am not a bad looking lady. Also, I own like, four shirts with unicorns on them. When not wearing them ironically, it's pretty darn cute.
-It hella is something I'd expect from them. Bride friend is a huge David and Goliath fan. They both know my sense of humor and picked something not because it was asian (and hey, coincidence, I'm Asian!), but because it was funny and very me.
But certainly, this is the exception that proves the rule.

So guys, next time you're out there shopping for your friendly neighborhood Asian, no matter the occasion, please, for everyone's sake, don't forget: they already know they're Asian.

Change

2009-01-11T22:22:00.005-08:00

When did I decide I needed to make some changes in my life? The day I achieved this:

My current high score on Bejeweled. It took me over forty minutes before I was given the "No More Moves" sign, and this was only after implementing a technique I had perfected through hours- nay, DAYS of intense mental strain (slash trial and error).

It's not just Bejeweled either. I have discovered that I'm addicted to Escape-the-Room Games. I am really good at finding stars, solving puzzles, and earning meat. I, an early bird, have gone past night owl status into vampire territory because I stay up until 7 am defending my towers. My mind is affected- I feel like an intellectual sloth, incapable of doing anything other than the basic point and click. I had goals for this winter break, and I achieved so few of them.

Truly, it is time to take Bedazzled's advice, and declare No More Moves for Kimmie! I am declaring an internet curfew of 10 pm in a bid to return to my 7 am mornings. I will be sharp, productive, quick on my feet.

Crud, it's already 10: 41.

How I feel these days.

2008-12-01T21:22:00.001-08:00

Norcal Pride.

2008-11-01T23:59:00.001-07:00

Woot loot.

2008-10-28T00:20:00.000-07:00

Got three random shirts from woot.com. Overall, not bad at all. Better than last time. Check them out below.

What is this shirt about? Halp.

Going bananas. I am going to wear this to my ochem (dum dum DUM) exam tomorrow.

Zombeer. This my favorite. And just in time for Hollah-ween!

Bon Mots from English 1A

2008-06-18T20:29:00.000-07:00

I was waived from taking English Composition at UCLA. My IB test scores were high enough for the powers that be (heretofore in this blog referred to as the PTB) to decide that yes, I do know how to read and write English well enough to succeed in post-secondary education.

Apparently this is not good enough for the PTB at San Joaquin Delta College.

It's no real hardship or annoyance. The class is easy enough, and I keep myself amused by coming up with silly titles to the assigned papers. Case in point:

"I Got It From My Mama: A study of matriarchal families and value systems."

That tears it.

2008-05-19T09:23:00.001-07:00

...I am so upset right now.

There are two Canadian geese with their brood of five goslings running across the street in front of Java Aroma. One is woefully slow, and is running to catch up! The babies are so unspeakably fluffy! The cars are stopping to let the geese cross! Oh! They are walking towards me! ONE IS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME WITH HIS ADORABLE BIRD FACE.

I am never going anywhere without my camera ever again.

Boob toob.

2008-02-14T23:39:00.000-08:00

I walked out into the empty living room and there was porn playing on the tv. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.

Hit and Miss

2008-02-07T14:19:00.000-08:00

The past month in Stockton has been nothing but a series of eye-opening mini epiphanies. Revelations include the opening of Java Aroma's second branch in the former location of the old Stockton Royal Theatre on Miracle Mile. These days, if I want to see a movie I have to go to the Octoplex on West Lane or the Multiplex downtown. Stockton also celebrated the grand openings of a BJ's, Borders, Lollicup and Panda Express- all things that I had long associated with Los Angeles.

Apparently everything that has changed in Stockton in the past five years can be visually reduced to a collage of my childhood memories papered over with newspaper inserts of chain outlet advertisements.

The Nature of Sleep.

2007-12-28T21:20:00.000-08:00

There was a recent article about a new chemical developed that would eliminate the need for sleep. Used like a nasal decongestant, in animal trials it allowed sleep deprived monkeys to perform just as well as rested monkeys at cognitive tests. Side effects appear minimal, especially compared to the alternatives (ex- amphetamines such as caffeine) already on the market. Though it won't be ready for the mass market for at least another decade, the US government is looking towards this research with interest as a solution for pilots on long flights and other jobs that combine grueling hours and intense focus.

Really? I mean, really? Is sleep such a bother?

My dad, my chauffeur.

2007-12-25T11:52:00.000-08:00

I grew up living in my grandparents house, because they lived down the street from my preschool. Outside of my grans all adults were casual characters that I saw every once in awhile, when someone would pick me up from Gran's and drive me to this other house filled with adults and no toys. Eventually, I was left there for days, and it dawned on me that this new place was home now. It dawned on me that this person who drove me places was a parent and, inexplicably, I owned him. He was my father.

Most of my memories of dad involved a car. My school was on the other side of town, so he was often roused at six thirty in the morning to take me to school when I missed the bus. He dropped me off at Saturday marching rehearsals, and picked me up from after-school Science Olympiad. He took me to study groups at Christy's house, and waited for me, car idling, when I ran into the library to pick up another source for my history paper. He drove me to Fresno at 3 AM so that I could attend a "Visit the UCLA Campus!" workshop. He loaded my things in the car and helped me move to my dorm Freshman year. Six hour drive to Los Angeles, thirty minutes to unpack, six hour drive back to Stockton- he didn't even stay to have lunch.

In his life he's tried the following professions: bus driver, semi truck driver, ice cream truck driver. If the wheel was never invented my dad would be SOL.

My sister's car is in the shop, and the BMW is on its last legs. My dad's pick up failed to pass smog so many times that the state paid him one thousand dollars to stop driving it. My car was considered most likely to survive a trip to my aunt's house this Christmas Eve, so I volunteered to drive. As Patriarch, my father has never really experienced the freedom from responsibility that comes with not being the designated driver. He really let loose: glasses of wine in one hand, bottles of Heineken in the other. Drinks with appetizers, dinner, and dessert. That evening I poured my dad into the back seat and the rest of our family of five squeezed in around him. As I'm heading to the freeway, my dad picks his head up from mom's shoulder and says, "Ahhouy, you driving right now, I feel good. I feel very good about this."

Me too dad.

Direction.

2007-12-24T12:06:00.000-08:00

I was really proud of how well I was getting around Los Angeles. I began to develop a reputation as the go-to gal for directions anywhere. You know, the person they pass the cell phone to when someone is lost.

I am back in Stockton, my home town. I spent eighteen years of my life cutting class here, staying out past curfew here, generally being a wild and crazy kid running the streets here. So why is it that whenever I step foot outside of the house I can't find my way to the local Podesto's?

Update

2007-12-11T21:01:00.000-08:00

My wallet, it was found! I received a very nice letter in the mail from someone who didn't want to leave it with the restaurant. I am picking it up tomorrow! Yay!

The Other Shoe

2007-12-02T23:52:00.002-08:00

Over the past ten years or so, I have had maybe 50 Lost Wallet scares. I've never actually lost my wallet until now.

As losing wallets go, it wasn't too bad. It was after a long and full day of pedicures, shopping and farmer's market lunching. I am relieved that I no longer carry my green card in my wallet- that could have potentially been disastrous. I am relieved that I did not have my social security card on me- that could have really screwed up my plans for the immediate future. I canceled my debit card and my one credit card within thirty minutes of its loss, so no identity theft or card fraud. All I really lost were my two student ID cards (for which I would have had no use after December 14) and about $45 in cash. Even the cash thing didn't bother me too bad. Probably because I had accidentally parked my car an hour past the time we paid for on the Venice meters and we didn't get a ticket (practically impossible, especially on Sunday Farmer's Market).

Besides, I was in too good a mood. You would be too if you spent part of your day doing this:

Learning curve.

2007-11-30T03:04:00.000-08:00

I am a very trustful person. My philosophy? Trust a person until they give you a reason not to trust them. It was a world view that was endorsed by my parents, and they live very happy lives with several wonderful close friends and family members to lend credence to the validity of this idea.

I've been burned a couple times- a few roommates dent my car, a few buddies don't pay back money owed- but nothing as to make me genuinely regret living my life so recklessly.

Until tonight.

Should I have lent a near complete stranger my ID so that his underaged friend could get into O'haras? Probably not. However, he seemed trustworthy enough, and even left his wallet in my care as collateral. I expected him back within minutes, with my ID and his thankful friend in tow. After about twenty minutes, the crew wanted to leave, and so I went to track him down to get my ID back. Obviously his friend flaked; if she wants to get in later, she'll have to find another ID to use.

He refuses my multiple requests to give me back my ID, saying only that he is trying to contact his friend. "Dude, your friend is just going to have to find another ID to pawn off as her own." "I am trying to help you out here." "Wait, what? You don't have my ID?" "...No."

Apparently he gave my ID to his friend and walked off. I suppose he assumed that the friend would be able to find me based on the highly miscolored and dated photo of me on the license. He probably should have realized that his friend would go home with one of the frat boys celebrating Generic Sport Game Victory. What with all the moaning and groaning, she can't hear his phone ring and rendezvous with us to return my license. At this point I am a little upset.

"You mean to tell me that you were irresponsible enough to let someone walk off with the ID of the person who is in possession of your entire wallet? How much of an idiot are you? You find my license NOW. There is no excuse for such stupidity, such lack of responsibility, such absence of follow through- No, I will not calm down. No, you shut up! You have no right to try and shush me you fucking idiot!"

Lydia Ma is a godsend. She got me to calm down, she got Fucking Idiot to calm down. At this point, she negotiated a deal. Fucking Idiot will give me his ID and passport (he is an exchange student from Spain). I will hold these items hostage until he presents me with my ID. Off I went to fume at Brew Co (where I subsequently lost my favorite jacket a few hours after this ID debacle). The rest of the night was spent speculating about what I'd do with the money I could make selling Fucking Idiot's passport and ID.

Luckily for him, he managed to recover my ID and find us before we left for home. It turns out that Fucking Idiot was actually a kind of nice guy who is an excellent friend to his friends.

But yeah, that's the last time I lend my driver's license to a foreign stranger in an attempt to aid and abet the corruption of a minor. Just can't trust people to follow through in this situation.

One week post- Wedding.

2007-10-02T10:06:00.000-07:00

I lost five pounds for the wedding. I am pretty sure I gained it all back this weekend. A few contributing factors to my weakening self control:

-Food is a reward for me. I ate prime rib to congratulate myself on a job well done. It was a culinary pat on the back for the walking and flower holding and champagne drinking I did.

-Food is a rejuvenator for me. I had my first round of exams the past few days so there was lots of caffeine and lots of sugary junk food to keep me going. My personal favorite? A Honey Wheat from Stan.

-Food is a comfort for me. I curled up on the couch and tucked into a huge bowl of stew and short ribs straight from the crockpot. Slow cooked food reminding me to slow down.

Loving It.

2007-09-30T10:53:00.001-07:00

The past few days have been pretty darn amazing. Old roommate Espy and Lauren got married on Friday, and I was lucky enough to be invited to participate in the wedding as bridesmaid.

I drove to Burbank to pick up the bridal party for a 10 am hair appointment. I killed time studying here:

I found this in my mocha, which is a pretty good way to start a wedding day:

A little bit clearer than the Jesus on toast phenomenon.

Pictures of the wedding are forthcoming- this is pending permission from the bride. Suffice it to say that the groom was handsome, the bride was beautiful, and by the end of the night it was clear that both of them would do anything for love (they would even do "that").

All-Purpose

2007-09-22T15:27:00.000-07:00

"When you were in high school, where did you see yourself in ten years?"
"Married and pregnant."

I honestly believed that I was going to be one of Stockton's young mothers. When we saw the young mothers with her baby in the high school day care center, I would ask young boyfriend jokingly "Can we have one of those?" He always knew that I was joking less than my tone suggested, and just said "Maybe later."

I look back now and wonder why I wanted that baby so badly. It wasn't because I thought I was mature enough for a baby. I didn't have my own home (heck, I didn't even have my own room in Stockton). I didn't have a job. I didn't have a line of credit. I had an S-Mart Foods membership card, but I figure that would probably not make any top ten "Must Have for Baby" magazine lists.

It wasn't because I was in a happy stable relationship. If we were happy, it was an "on average" happy- if you looked at the wild ups and downs of the relationship, you could take the mean of the given values of happy over the three years we were together and conclude that yes, this relationship was happy. In the same way that the temperature in Death Valley is, on average, rather tepid.

Leaving high school and venturing into the murky future of "What's next?" is scary. Even the simple idea of going to college was complicated with questions of which college, which major, which concentration. After twelve years of having my life dicated by the Stockton Unified School District, I was being let out on my own. It must be what lab animals feel like when member of PETA release them back into the wild- right before they get eaten by something that wasn't hand raised by humans.

Children tend to give parents an amazing sense of purpose- there is nothing that can guide a person more than the task of devoting eighteen plus years of your life to raising a functional, productive member of society. Life would have been much harder had I given in to my first impulse to have a child- but it would have been so much simpler. The next eighteen years of my life would have been decided and all I would have to do was live it.

Instead, life is complicated. Life is full of which job, which degree, which future- all choices that I have to make, all choices that I have to live with. And always, once I make one decision, there is another one I need to make right around the corner. After deciding against having a baby at the glorious age of eighteen, I find that I am happier for the choice that I made then, and for the choices that I make today.

Life is nothing but the choices that we make.

I got tagged (and it's Contagious!)

2007-09-11T14:40:00.000-07:00

The Rules:
We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.

Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

My Eight Facts/Habits

1. I don't have a desk at home for my laptop, so when I'm IMing you, or sending you and email, or reading online comics, it's usually from bed. I am lying prone, and my lappy is on my chest and I type with my hands near my face. If you remove the laptop, I look a little bit like an overturned turtle, or like the dead squirrel I saw in front of Mike G's place a couple days ago.

2. I used to spend tons of money on groceries, and then go out to eat. A couple of lifestyle changes have helped to curb this expensive and wasteful habit. Both changes focus on making food fun- I go out to the farmer's market every weekend, and I make bento box lunches for work. Farmer's market has good food, free samples, people watching, and all sorts of other wholesome shenanigans. To prevent food boredom, I make sure that I buy something I've never tried before. This Saturday I picked up some French purple potatoes and some sort of carrot-parsnip hybrid. The bento box makes packing lunch fun. I try to keep it fast by making portionable food over the weekend and freezing it. I also buy a lot of bento sized packaged foods I can just zap in the microwave or throw in my lunch bag in the morning- potstickers, diced squash, edamame, and sesame sticks come to mind.

Since I started doing this, I think I've saved at least a hundred dollars a month on my food bill. I think I'm even eating healthier. Last time I went out to eat I have Chili's southwestern egg rolls. I usually can put those away with minimal effort, but after two bites nausea set in fast.

3. I sleep with an elephant. I've had it for four years. It is my constant companion.

4. I like to read books, but often I'll opt to re-read an old favorite or a book I vaguely remember from my childhood than try a new one. They're less likely to disappoint. I recently picked up "Seven Brides and Seven Brothers," a fairy tale from Iraq I remember reading in the fifth grade.

5. The Root Cellar by Theodore Roethke is my favorite poem.

Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped,
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks!
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

A close second is Langston Hughe's Mother to Son. I actually choreographed a dance to Mother to Son. I've never performed it, or shown it to anyone, but it's still in my head.

6. I sing along to songs on the radio. That's prolly one of the main reasons why I like driving by myself more than driving with passengers- I guess it's rude to suddenly spit "Baby Got Back" rhymes when someone is small talking to you about that weird dream they had the other night- or maybe it was yesterday?

Often I don't know the words, so I make them up as I go along. It gets to the point where I have completely forgotten that I made those words up in lieu of the actual lyrics, and I passionately argue with folks about lyrical content ("No, guys, it's totally 'I hope you Pray,' not 'I hope you Dance.' Don't be lame."). My lyrics are usually way better than the original. Trust. I'll prove it to you next time I give you a lift.

7. I once painted the house of a guy I was dating in an effort to get his mother to like me. Suffice it to say I will probably never ever do anything like that again.

8. I think ages 18-30 are when fuck ups are most forgiveable. Not just little fuck ups like "oops, I forgot to take out the trash." The big fuck ups like "Ooops, I majored in something I didn't care for and have wasted 30,000 dollars I don't have on a career I won't be pursuing." I definitely have had my share of fuck ups. I'm currently paying for all the things I've fucked up in the past, and I go forward in life certain that I will fuck up several more times in more debilitating ways. Strangely enough, I don't think I've ever been more at peace with my life than I have been these past few weeks.

I'm going to go ahead and not tag anyone in particular. If you want to participate, go ahead and leave a comment saying you've posted- I'd love to see which parts of your life you think are worth posting.

Cuz I can't get Simsponized, for whatever reason.

2007-08-02T12:40:00.001-07:00

Southpark Kimmie!

Big mistakes.

2007-07-24T06:44:00.001-07:00

I made the utterly huge mistake of borrowing Stan's copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The book was very satisfying, it answered a lot of questions, it was very NEAT. All and all, a great read. Why the huge mistake?

I didn't sleep last night. I started reading at around 10:30 pm and didn't finish until a little less than eight hours later. Work is going to suck soooooooooooooooo bad.

I am going to do a post about how the Harry Potter series and I are a lot alike- we appear to have grown up a bit, but at the core, we are still the same as where we started over a decade ago. But not right now. Right now, I have to focus on being functional for the next eight hours before heading to bed and crashing tonight.

Creative experiment.

2007-07-16T23:28:00.001-07:00

Yumi and I have a new blog to chronicle our latest creative experiment- check us out!

Perfect Saturdays

2007-07-01T10:27:00.000-07:00

I had a weekend that would have been very difficult to have outside of Southern California- we swam in 70 degree water, the breeze coming off of the ocean kept the brilliantly sunny day pleasant and cool, the burgers and dogs were perfect, and I caught at least half of the frisbees thrown at me! I even got to rent a bike and (for the first time in years) go for a bit of a ride! Someone brought a little stereo so we could listen to music while we toasted s'mores over a crackling bonfire. It was, all in all, perfectly Californian. Perfectly perfect.

Zig a Zig AH

2007-06-28T13:38:00.000-07:00

:) I can't wait for December 7.

New Courses.

2007-06-18T13:16:00.000-07:00

There were days in high school where I didn't eat food, because I felt physically full from reading a really good case study for history class, or from a lively discussion in TOK. I wondered if I would always be that hungry for information.

College was that drowsy feeling you get after Thanksgiving dinner- I really shouldn't have taken that second language course, maybe that double major was a bad idea. I could only regurgitate so much for tests before I grew sick of it. I graduated with a B.A. in Psychology and scholastic indigestion.

It took me about a year to recover from sixteen rigorous years of academics, but I finally have that feeling again- the starving need to sit down in a lecture and just consume everything presented to me. Knowledge is, again, something to be seasoned, savored, devoured.

It's easier to feel infinite at sixteen.

2007-06-11T15:44:00.000-07:00

"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite." --Perks of Being a Wallflower.

High school was where I lived. When I think about my time at Franklin, I remember those years of my life as feelings, sensations:

-Josh Holland driving the girls home after a midnight prank gone awry. Carol and Jen rode in the truck bed, blankets tucked up to their chin. The wind whipped my hair out of the little window in the back of the truck, and my neck got cold.

-My name announced at the Academic Decathalon junior year. I was numb and didn't realize that my team mates had pushed me on stage until I felt the gold medal around my neck.

-Feeling people whoosh by me as Aidan and I swing a circle on the dance floor. My prom skirt kept catching on my heels, ripping the hem- I didn't care.

-Listening to the ocean outside of my tent, huddled against my ten classmates to keep out the chill. I can hear them breathing, feel them shivering.

College was where I grew. I came to UCLA and almost cried. I will never again drive down 8 mile road looking for the bonfires. I will never again cut class to get lost in San Franciscto. I will never again stand on a stage out of breath, my friends applauding me for the hours of rehearsal I put into my senior dance show. Life was now stories and scenes, memories like movie clips, flat and spotty. Over four years, my mind grew numb from memorizing facts and figures and statistics. My fingers learned to fly over keyboards, and forgot how to draw meandering designs over the palm of my hand. I learned how to down sidecars and mocha lattes, and forgot how comforting a cup of cocoa was. I grew resigned that I would never feel moments of amazing anymore.

After nearly five years, I finally had a moment in Los Angeles. Driving down Wilshire with my window rolled down, serenading at the top of my lungs barely remembered lyrics to the other car. The other driver, my emotional twin, is singing along, laughing and keeping pace with my erratic steering. I sang until my throat hurt. I wanted to reach out and grab her hand, and say thank you.

College is over, and I can live again.

Short Sass.

2007-03-21T20:19:00.000-07:00

Check out my tumblr!

Yahoo Music is Racist.

2007-03-20T15:29:00.000-07:00

I mean it! I use Yahoo to stream music while I'm at work, and I can rate music to determine what songs my "personalized radio station" will play for me. I've been enjoying my Nina Simone, my Eric Clapton, my Jamiroquai. I'm filing away with Hendrix killing it in the background. All of a sudden, what? Who the hell is this fool?

Anyone ever heard of Notorious MSG? Apparently he has mastered such hits as "Dim Sum Girl" and "Egg Rollin." How do I know? Because Yahoo felt it necessary to play for me not one track but TWO songs from this guy within an hour. An hour! What logarithm deduced that because i enjoy Fleetwood Mac I must also find this desperate culture exploiter a good listen? Is it because my last name is some sort of Asian? Do people who normally listen to feel good tunes from the sixties and seventies also enjoy enlightening lyrics such as "hong kong fever the son of sam/try to catch me if you can/i killed ten people with a frying pan."

This is some sort of crock, a crock I say!

Sassy Car Review: Honda Fit

2007-03-12T13:08:00.000-07:00

My very first car was a 1994 Acura Integra. My second car was a 1996 Honda Accord. I had a trifecta in mind when I was looking at the Honda Fit. It was at the very top of my short list pre-test driving. It was fuel efficient, roomy, the price was pretty good, and the reviews were great. My test drive confirmed what everyone was saying: this car does not drive like a subcompact. It accelerated smoothly, it changed gears without any fuss, it had very responsive handling. It even had a tiptronic-style transmission that lets you change gears (similar to a manual transmission) for sorty driving. So what was wrong? A list:

1. I am easily offended.
I only had two less-than-stellar experiences while looking for a car, and they both happened at Honda car lots: one in Santa Monica and one in Carson. In Santa Monica, there was only 1 Fit left and it was in the showroom: I was told that I would pretty much have to guarantee I was buying the car to even test drive it. Neveryoumind how that defeats the purpose of a test drive. The sales person was also very condescending and rude.

I was finally able to test drive the car in Carson, and the person helping me was very gracious and informative. However, as I was waiting for his business card, someone else started giving me the hard sell! Um, ew! I was immediately defensive and probably more than a little rude to Hard-Sell guy, but I really really really didn't like him. And he made me really really really unwilling to purchase a Honda Fit.

2. I am cheap.
The Honda Fit performs exceptionally well in its class. Its MSRP made the Honda Fit a bargain. If I could have gotten the car at MSRP, it would have been a serious contender. If I could get it at invoice, I probably would have driven home in a Fit. Why on earth would a car lot put a $2000 premium on a car for which one of its selling points is incredible value for the dollar?!

People who buy subcompacts buy them because they are cheap cars. The premium made the Honda Fit financially comparable to cars in a higher class. Honda dealerships managed to alienate the frugally minded people that would consider the car by hiking the price, while failing to add enough extra oomph to lure in those more inclined to spend a little more on their ride. Boo on you Honda. Boo on you.

3. I am shallow.
The Honda Fit was at the top of my short list. However, my short list was still pretty considerable. Why did I keep looking for other cars to test drive, if I thought the Honda Fit was going to be the car for me? Honestly? It's a little ug. It's like a mini-minivan, but without the Rockwellian charm. It's got high bits to compensate for short bits and it's got a beaky front and a bulky backend. Sure I would have fun driving it, but would I want to show it off to people I know? Would I want to keep my car a secret from everyone? I don't want a "just friends" car. It wouldn't be fair to the car, and it wouldn't be fair to me. Give me something I'd want to be seen in. A trophy car, if you will.

The Fit was an OK car. On a different day, on a different lot, things may have been different. If we lived life like stories, then rule of three would dictate that I buy this car. I'm glad I didn't. The trifecta will have to wait.

Dinosaurs make everything better.

2007-03-07T10:10:00.000-08:00

Sassy Car Review: Yaris/Scion xA

2007-02-26T17:50:00.000-08:00

I'm reviewing these two cars together because 1) They're both made by Toyota and 2) they have the same drive train, the same guts.

The Toyota Yaris was made for little people. I don't mean that in the, "clinically diagnosed with some form of dwarfism" little people. Just, you know, little. Like me. Usually when I sit in a car, I have to kind of perch on the edge so that my knee can bend over the edge of seat and I can reach the pedals. I didn't have to do that for this sedan.

This is bad if you happen to be taller than 5 feet, 2 inches.

The younger feeling Scion xA was a little roomier, but drove a little worse than the Yaris. This is probably because the xA is a bit bigger, a bit more spacious than its cousin. It made chocking noises as I accelerated into a turn. Also, despite the image that Toyota was going for this car, I don't think it looks or feels young and hip. It kinda looks like Quasi-turtle. I think this car was the least favorite of all the cars I test drove.

Except for the Aveo. Man, fuck that car.

Sassy Car Review: Aveo

2007-02-19T01:26:00.000-08:00

Background: I rented a car for my fun-filled Holiday Weekend With the Bro. The agenda included Disneyland, The Grove, Ventura, Santa Barbara, and other assorted points of interest. I am in the market for a subcompact, so I thought that this was a good opportunity to test drive a small car.

I regret this decision now.

Anything that shakes at 60 mph and shudders when a Honda Civic zooms by is not a safe car. Especially if it is displaying all these symptoms with only 40 000 miles to its name. Also, the car would sound a loud CLUNK at the most inopportune times: for example, when I am changing lanes on 110-S in front of a semi. It would like driving the Little Car that Could, except it couldn't.

Don't buy a Chevy Aveo. Also, disown all and any family and friends who own a Chevy Aveo.

...Yeah, I'm not getting a Chevy Aveo. Piece of crap car.

Car shopping.

2007-02-13T12:16:00.000-08:00

I have officially obtained a car loan. I am now seriously looking for a car.

This is a pretty adult thing. Why does it make me want to jump up and down like a wee girl?

Anyways, expect Two-Knives to be cruising around in her own wheels by end of March.

Mon frere.

2007-02-12T09:07:00.000-08:00

My brother is coming in for President's Day weekend. I'm trying to think of wholesome family-type stuff to do with him for three days, and I'm kinda drawing a blank. He really likes music-does anyone know any fun, music things that a seventeen year old would like?

Fragments.

2007-02-05T13:08:00.000-08:00

I have a lot of posts that are listed as drafts. They were never posted, for one reason or another. Going back and reading them gave me all sorts of weird feelings. I wonder what was going through my head at the times that the posts were started. I wonder why I stopped. I wonder if any of this is still important, relevant. A la the fragments of Sapphos, I am going to post them all here, in no particular order.

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I really like "Paperback Writer," by The Beatles. It's got everything I need: a catchy tune I can dance to, a chorus that I can sing, and lyrics that appeal to the

My sister and I used to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn (i.e. five thirty in the morning) to watch this awesome cartoon "Sailor Moon." I think that was the only reason I made it to school every day on time- once KTLA stopped broadcasting the anime my attendance went to the pits.

Someone actually took the time to upload all 200 episodes of the Sailor Moon series (including the elusive fifth season, which was never dubbed for the American public, probably due to the three gender-bending special guest characters). I think I may have gotten up once to pee this entire weekend. Otherwise I

Someone asked me recently, "Kim, aren't you about due another relationship?" To which I replied, "There's a time schedule for this type of stuff?"

1. I will not wash your car. If you have given me rides in the past, I will be more than happy to help pay for gas. I will take it in for an oil change for you. I will even pay for the car wash, if it needs it. But I will not wash your car.

2. I will not babysit your children. I will throw the baby shower. I will buy cute little outfits that say cute little things like "Someday I'll get trashed at prom" or "Mother sucker." And if (god forbid) you can't have kids, I will bear the child for you. But I will not babysit your children.

Things I learned while in line for the Nintendo Wii at 3 o'clock in the morning:

Even concrete is comfortable enough to sleep on after a busy day.

This Saturday I had the first Mentorship event of the year (yay!) the second LCC show of the fall quarter, and the LCC afterparty. I was on my feet for about 14 hours straight.

I think best friends were the most awesome thing ever invented. In high school, I had a really tight group of girls whom I absolutely loved.

Post about guy friends

One of my fondest memories of dear old mom is garage karaoke night. My parents had a karaoke system set up in our garage and, let me tell you, it was no passing fancy. Karaoke in our house was a passionate love affair complete with seranades and mood lighting. We have an impressive collection of Cambodian dvds and laser discs (yes, that's how long they've been doing the karaoke thing) and speakers are carefully arranged to give the karaoke-ist the full rock-out-loud-Khmer-style

I think I enjoy directing so much more than acting for the same reasons that I think I will enjoy parenting. I am a firm believer in the "do as I say, not as I do" school of thought.

People are not born dissatisfied.

RIP Punchy

2007-02-04T19:47:00.000-08:00

Before I left to start my day today, i noticed Punchy trying to escape her tub. I then noticed that she was getting awfully big, and made a note to escape proof her tub accordingly. In between getting dim sum and attending a lindy swing class, she managed to escape her tub and kill herself. I found her in my roommate's trashcan. I'm trying to figure out what happened. Did she fall in and die on impact? Did she eat something poisonous in the trashcan? Did she eat something poisonous, and then, in her reduced state, fall in the trashcan and die on impact?

I'm a little sad that Punchy is gone, but it's not Chess-sized sad. For one, I didn't own Punchy for as long-mere months. For another, Punchy was a biter. Of everything. Wood, fingers, plastic tubes. She drew blood on a regular basis. However, I am sad. I feel like the Era of the Hamster has come to a close. Gone are the plastic tubs, the colored tubes, the cut wood homes. I tossed all the aspen bedding, and the hamster balls. The apartment is a little bit more empty, a little bit more sterile.

Lindy hop.

2007-02-04T16:40:00.000-08:00

If anyone is interested in free lindy swing dance lessons (2:00-3:00 every Sunday in February) please let me know. They're originally forty dollars for a series of four classes- the last one just happened this Superbowl Sunday, so if you think you can make it to the other three, it could be a lot of fun to learn to lindy together. :)

Making myself better.

2007-01-29T09:40:00.000-08:00

I've been trying really hard to be more honest with people. I don't know if people are appreciating it, but it's making me feel a lot better for myself. I want to make honesty a habit.

Big Changes

2007-01-25T11:15:00.000-08:00

I'm completing the N-400 US Naturalization Form for US Citizenship. Question D: Name Change.

Any suggestions?

Ring in the new year.

2007-01-10T01:05:00.000-08:00

All those letter spelling hands were sticky with champagne two hours later.

Funny

2007-01-05T01:00:00.000-08:00

I like anything that makes science look cool. Because science IS cool! You there, you jerk jock, you shut up!

Contact.

2007-01-05T00:43:00.000-08:00

I've lost my phone. Again.

Sigh.

Don't call it if you need to contact me. Contact me via one of the other ways I can be contacted.

Speaking of contacting me, I put that on these contact cards that I had made for myself, and my cards ended up really dirty sounding! Like I was a call girl and it was my business card. It probably didn't help that the cool red wave design I chose for the background looks like a satin bedsheet.

New Resolution: I must stop getting myself into these awkward situations.

Stockton Holidays, Part Deux

2006-12-27T11:58:00.001-08:00

The rest of the Stockton vacation was a lot of TV watching with the kids. I dunno, all this Christmas cheer really weighs a person down- by December 24, everyone in the family voted for The Mummy Returns over every other vaguely Christmas themed movie available. I took a break from family one evening to hang with some old IB friends-

The lovely Christopher and his friend Bobby. No more Iraq for you buddy! You pump that fist!

Christy made special cookies for us.

Look! This one is mine!

I'm delicious!

Courtney made a very special cookie: If you've been hiding in a box for the last week or so,here's the inspiration.

The best part: Christy made some awesome Christmas gifts from the Veteran's Day Weekend (W00t!) Extravaganza.

Up in the Stock-TOWN.

2006-12-22T13:05:00.001-08:00

I am currently in my hometown. I am sitting in the coffee shop that I used to hang out at with my high school friends. I don't order white chocolate mochas anymore- instead I'm sipping on a soy latte. I don't sit around gossiping with the gals anymore- instead I'm sitting in a corner, updating my blog:
The old hangout.

The rest of the trip has been pretty good so far. Check it out:

On I-5 we passed a bus that was converted by a hippie. You could tell because the driver had long hair and was rebelling against the structured, and tragically flawed education system by christening his ride the "Fool Bus."

My cousin's new shirt is cool. He got it as a present. Guess who gave it to him?!

About half of the family went bowling. The scores ranged from 14-150. High score belongs to Roznee, second from the left. She kinda owned.

The family is captivated by High School Musical.
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A group of high school kids just walked into the cafe and ordered a round of white chocolate mochas. It feels very appropriate.

More to come.

Mike wearing a flower.

2006-12-07T22:12:00.000-08:00

Mike G. sent this picture into Cute Overload a while back. It actually got posted too!

It then inspired this picture.

Rawr!

I like the mac/pc ads.

2006-12-06T20:42:00.000-08:00

I like that they match Apple in how very crisp, clean and to the point they are with content and intent. That, and I like that the hip, young guy they hired to represent hip, young Mac is best known for a role in which he is a nerd. And second best known for a role in which he is a big nerd.

However, I realized that I don't use any of the iLife features that are touted so prominently in these ads. I was neglecting the very things that apparently make Macs so young and hip. But, hey! I'm young and hip! I should totally be using these applications!

So I am teaching myself to use iMovie and stuff. I'll post results here as I try to prove that I'm still "with it." And "down with the times." And, um, well, you know. All the other jargon we tragically cool use.

...I'm a bigger nerd than Justin Long.

I'll stitch you!

2006-12-01T22:24:00.000-08:00

I've been in a making mood. I bought myself yarn so that I could learn how to crochet. I bought a canvas and am painting some portraits. There are adhesives to stick pretty plates to my walls and paper crane folding for ceiling decoration.

This domesticity is starting to get to me. So it is appropriate that I take some joy from Subversive Cross Stich. My personal favorite:

A close second, but only because of my occupation:

A perfect gift for the whiny and disenchanted in the your life!

Before and afters.

2006-12-01T00:29:00.000-08:00

I'm having a lot of fun with my new camera. I especially like the paint fuction. Here are some creations from earlier this week:
From normal....

To evil! And pissed about something. I think Lydia's irritated with the devil. Which is me.

From commonly...
To kingly! I have painted bling!

From same ol' Rubios salsa cup....
To potted Christmas tree!

From humbug...
To Santa-stic!

Straight up!

2006-11-27T22:58:00.000-08:00

I love acoustic music. I love Paula Abdul. Straight up, this may be the coolest Paula cover I have ever heard. Oh, oh oh.

Gifts from Japan.

2006-11-27T15:12:00.000-08:00

Eric got me some really cool gifts from Japan. I asked for lots of different pocky, and he delivered.

Chocolate mousse pocky. This is my favorite pocky that I can get in the states.

Milk and honey pocky. It's delicious.

Grape pocky. I haven't tried it yet, but I feel like this may be a miss.

I'm REALLY looking forward to eating this chocolate centered/chocolate coated pocky. In fact....

This was unexpectedly wonderful. It was earthy and sesame-y. Apparently it's a mix of 5 "black" flavors: black sesame, black rice, black bean, black pine seed, and black Chinese quince. I like the word quince- it'd be the name of the kid who gets picked on all the time on the playground but will grow up to become world famous and hot (you know, like Lenny Kravitz).

I don't think I like the decore line of pocky too much-it tastes like trans fats and coats the roof of my mouth. But it did taste very appley.

I'm looking forward to this one as much as I'm looking forward to asparagus toothpaste. ewww.

Like the black pocky, this pocky is made of five fruits: Peach, Apricot, Jujube Date , Ume, Chestnut. I'm not quite sure what Ume or Jujube are, but they sound DELICIOUS.

I HATE green tea. I'm looking to give this to someone. Any takers?

This isn't a pocky. Eric got this because it kinda looks like Chess with no arms. I think it's a mole rat of some kind. Anyone out there know?

Thanks Eric!

New Stuff, Old Stuff.

2006-11-26T22:31:00.000-08:00

I got a nifty new digital camera. It's kind of ironic that I got it the same day I accidentally erased all the pictures I had stored on my laptop's hard drive. I'll be starting fresh, capturing new memories, etc, etc, etc.

I tested it out this weekend at my parent's house:

They have these ugly bobble head dog dolls with really scary eyes. Why? I don't know. These are also the people who owned a Talking Billy Bass. You know, the wall mounted fish that sang whenever someone set off its motion sensor. Yeah, they loved that thing.

The camera also has a touch screen, and came equipped with a stylus type toy that lets me decorate the pictures a la Microsoft Paint:

You can also stamp the picture with a set of icons included on the camera. For some reason the anime-style throbbing headache sign was included:

I wish I had gotten the camera earlier. One of the worst parts of losing all my pictures was losing the photos I had of Chess over the three years she was my friend. Here's a repost of my favorite picture of her, stolen from Spiffy:

Good bye Chess. May your hamster wheel always be spinning in that big tub in the sky.

The best hamster ever.

2006-11-26T19:33:00.000-08:00

My hamster Chess died over Thanksgiving weekend. She looked very peaceful, like she fell asleep and forgot to wake up.

I tried to think of ways to send her off. She was a calming presence, a constant in the hullabullooo of the past three years. I used to spend many evenings reading and listening to her run in her tub. I wanted to do right by her. I thought maybe I could bury her in a park. Or maybe I could put her in a little boat and set fire to it as it drifted off, ancient nordic Viking style. The more I thought about making these decisions, the sadder I got. I remembered I once drove Chess to Stockton to meet my baby cousins, but they were so scared of her. My mom played with her the most, and fed her bits of melon when she thought I wasn't looking. I realized I couldn't bury her in a park, because there are laws in place preventing that. I don't have my own little yard to bury her. There are no rivers in Los Angeles in which to set her adrift, and the Pacific Ocean's currents won't let her travel very far. The more I got tangled in these details, the more I cried. I just couldn't deal with all the logistics; all I could picture are little paws and fluffy fur. Whenever I laid my hand flat in her tub, she'd crawl right into my palm and sit there expectantly, waiting to be put in her ball for her excercise.

In the end, I put her in a little box, and put her in the trash. It involved the least amount of thought possible, and I really didn't want to think anymore.

I wanted to do right by her. In the end, I couldn't.

No one should have to be practical after losing someone they love.

In my inbox, with the title "This is what I do at work."

2006-11-21T22:37:00.000-08:00

Care of the lovely Christy S:
If the princesses ever had to unite to fight off an ultimate evil, I'd hope the final battle would look something like this.
This was inspired by the midget stenographer on the Chapelle Show.
Enlightenment can be found here. Yes, here, right below the right nipple.

Thank you, Mike G.

2006-11-21T14:06:00.000-08:00

As promised:
I am unto a god.

I am unto a quirky symbol of the australian outback.

Update:
I am unto Gollum's Worst Nightmare.

Alex Kona Ice 4:11

2006-11-21T06:57:00.000-08:00

Some LCC guys got together and made a video in twenty four hours for the Insomnia Film Festival. They are required to incorporate the above elements for the video to be eligible. People can vote for it. If they win, they get stuff!

VOTE FOR THIS VIDEO!

Look at me!

2006-11-20T18:38:00.000-08:00

Janet was kind enough to take headshots of the cast for the fall show. Here are some of the digital shots from my session:

Man... that burrito looks so good.... I could go for a burrito right now.

Oh man, is that a burrito? For me?!?

Shhhh! I am NINJA!

Then we got bored, and started taking group pictures for the website:
Janet is being shunned. For being Canadian.

Scott is being gross. I am being grossed out. Janet and Simon are Neanderthals, and Kelvin really wants world peace.

Tis the season.

2006-11-14T17:23:00.000-08:00

My co-worker told me about World Vision Gifts earlier this week. It's a non-profit organization that offers assistance to people who really need help. You can buy gifts for people in need through the organization. Some of the things that you can purchase:

A Wheelchair for $14.

An Alpaca for $360.

A Mongolian Ger for $1862.

I usually try to stay away from religiously affiliated charity organizations (because I'm sure they have an agenda), but the Christian-based World Vision Gifts has really impressed me with how PRACTICAL their gifts are. I did some research, and it doesn't look like a scam either. So, come on guys, check out the catalogue. Think about buying a share of a deep well ($100, $18000 for the whole well). If you know of any cool charities like this, let me know.

2006-11-13T21:08:00.000-08:00

Our Tenth Anniversary
Quotes from this weekend:
-Eric: "You know, now that I've met your high school friends, I kinda get why you are the way you are."

-Kimmie: "We can't say bad words at Disneyland. Maybe when we feel it coming we can say something else... like Harry S Truman." (note: Nearly 100 Trumans total by the end of the night)

-Princess Belle: "Do you want to stand for our picture?"
Liz: "Mmmff."
Princess Belle: "Do you want me to sit next to you?"
Liz:"Mmmmf!!"
Christy:"Oh..Yup, she's gone mute."

-Disney Cast member: "Happy Birthday!"
All four of us: "Thank you!"

More pictures and stories to come.
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There's an LCC Show this Friday and Saturday at 7:30 in Northwest Auditorium at UCLA. If you'd like to go, let me know and I'll put you on the guestlist. You can see the theatrical debut of my new bed. Yes, yes, my bed will be onstage for a scene. Sigh. The things I do for this group.

Looking up.

2006-11-10T16:55:00.000-08:00

I HAVE A BED.
I spent four years on futons, sleeping pallets, pull out couches. Using my first UCLA employee paycheck to buy a bed was probably the smartest thing I ever did for myself.

MY GIRLS ARE IN TOWN.
Liz, Christy, Carol and I spent all last night reminiscing about old stuff and speculating about the new. We spent today making all sorts of new stuff to reminisce about later. For example, I will from now on out remember our time fondly anytime I hear a racial slur.

I WILL BE GOING TO DISNEYLAND WITH MY GIRLS.
The best part of this, besides having a chick lunch with the princesses is renewing my Annual Passport. Twelve more months of enjoying the happiest place on earth at my leisure.

...BEST NOVEMBER EVER.

Clap hands!

2006-11-06T14:31:00.000-08:00

People have taken to calling me folksy. I dunno why, maybe it's the peasant skirts, or the banjo ringtone, or the butter churning I do on Saturdays. Anyways, this new Beck song appeals to me. It's got that folksy charm. And fork percussion! And puppets!

I want to ride the dinosaur.

2006-11-06T12:52:00.000-08:00

I hope to all that's holy that is will be the way we all go:

Season's Eatings

2006-11-02T14:31:00.000-08:00

This, my good friends, is a turducken. Even Dr. Frankenstein wouldn't dare to defy God by assembling this mutant abomination. Not even Swedish scientists cloning baby parts by the dozen using embryonic stem cells would flout Nature by creating such a cursed and miserable creature. Good thing we Americans have the Cajuns! And for that, I will be thankful.

Naturally.

2006-10-30T22:47:00.000-08:00

Some people are naturally good friends. They give off a warm, "call-me-anytime, do-you-need-a-shoulder-to-cry-on, mi-casa-es-su-casa" vibe. These people smile and you just know in your gut that everything will turn out alright, no matter what happens. A hug from a naturally good friend will do more good than thousands of dollars in therapy fees. These people are sweeter than pure cane sugar.

I am not a good friend.

I will forget to call you back. I won't reply to your emails for weeks. If you IM me while I'm away, I will not reply "What's up?" three hours later. I will make plans with you and flake. I will say I'm busy when you ask me to lunch and will instead do nothing but lay in bed rereading old paperbacks. I'm naturally solitary.

I borrow your clothes without asking. I eat your food without replacing it. I bend the pages of your books to mark my place. I forget to pay you the ten bucks you're owed. I keep your DVD for months before returning it to you. I covet your possessions. I see no point in saying please and I will forget to say thank you. I'm naturally selfish.

I have people in my life who are naturally good friends. I learn from them. It's hard, but I am trying. I make mistakes and they forgive me and help me get better, as naturally good friends tend to do. One day, I may be the Splenda of friends. Not all natural, but derived from the best, the purest. A substitute for the real thing.

Splenda tries too hard. The texture is all wrong, and so is the color, so it's twice as sweet to make up the difference. Instead of being more like the real thing, these extra efforts do nothing but make the differences more apparent. Sometimes I think I do the same. But, as some are willing to accept Splenda, so I hope others will come to accept me.

Obvious saccharine sweetness and all.

My goal for 2007.

2006-10-30T09:41:00.000-08:00

Things I have been up to.

2006-10-29T16:38:00.000-08:00

I've recently switched from coffee to red bull. Result? Still groggy, still grumpy, and now I've got a toothache. This is not working out for me. I just need my soy mocha latte no foam with room.

For some reason I've decided to be active in LCC again this quarter. I can't figure out what keeps drawing me back into all that stress and drama. Maybe it's because I now don't have midterms to distract me from putting on a good show. Come check it out November 17 and 18. More details to come.

I went to visit the La Brea tar pits. There are two things that I walked away with: a great appreciation for things that DO NOT smell like tar, and this cute purse:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am now the proud owner of a wooly mammoth PURSE. It easily goes from a handbag to a clutch (here shown in clutch form).

My two best friends who currently live up north are coming to visit this Veteran's Day Weekend W00t! I want to spend a day doing touristy stuff, and a day doing LA type stuff, but I'm finding it difficult to come up with ideas. The definitely doings include Disneyland. The maybes include Museum Row, Fashion District, and Abbot Kinney bar/lounge hopping. Any other suggestions?

What's up?

2006-10-20T00:01:00.000-07:00

I have a huge painful pus filled zit inside the very edge inside my nostril. VERY painful.

That's the only thing going on in my life worth blogging about. I have a very monotonous lot in life.

It's very hard to anagram anagram.

2006-10-10T18:19:00.000-07:00

I am having fun with this Anagram generator. Kimhouy Tong can be anagramed to My Tough Oink. Haha!

I'm listening to listener supported radio! At work!

2006-10-09T18:36:00.000-07:00

I think that the work day would pass agonizingly slow if it weren't for KCRW. I used to subscribe to Yahoo's Launchcast and listen to the same twenty songs randomly chosen and shuffled by a computer.... Yeah, I almost drove myself crazy. But I don't do that to myself now. Instead, I get to listen to music lists that DJs put together old fashioned way, flipping through catalogs by hand, picking songs that flow from one thought to another with some lyrical logic. It's pretty frickin' SWEET. Highly recommended. However, I do also recommend donating to the subscriber supported radio station. Then, you can listen to great music by The Soliloquists of Sound, Ray Lamontagne, or The Kooks (Check out their single "Naive!") without guilt.

I went to D-land awhile back

2006-10-08T18:40:00.000-07:00

Here is approximately two thirds of the Disneyland fun-time crew. We look happy! I really love these guys, and I'm glad that a lot of them got annual passes. Now I have lots of Disneyland fun-time friends. Btw, that guy straddling Conroy is NOT Tan Lam. He is pseudo-Tan (i.e. our now good friend Bao). We like him a lot. Also, Hoai and Jonathan have bad "tough guy" faces.

This is my friend Lydia. She was the only other girl there. We're very cute.

This is me and Lydia together. She made me angry. Kim blast!

ARRRGHLKDjkasdjksldjk.

2006-10-05T21:26:00.000-07:00

THIS IS WHAT I WANT.

History.

2006-09-23T21:02:00.000-07:00

I went home. I came back. I cleaned. Trains were involved. Oh, and my parent's home is apparently contested turf in a vicious gang war. So, same old, same old.
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I love Youtube. However, I've mostly used it to look for clips of TV shows or celebrity interviews or really cute cats fighting. I've never locked onto a particular video contributor before. That was before I found clips of this man. His videos consist of anecdotes about his life told in ten minute one shots. In other words, his videos resemble every other video on Youtube.

So... what sets him apart from other Youtubers? He actually has something to say! I mean, the man has lived through wars! He's almost eighty years of history, but interesting and compelling and personal! Plus, mad props for attempting technology. My own parents have problems navigating the Favorites drop down menu. Check him out.
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I got the hammies new tubs and tubes. Pictures to follow. Trust me, TOO cute.

Unclaimed

2006-09-13T16:56:00.000-07:00

There's this website that lets you know if you have unclaimed property in the state of California. Unfortunately, I have not misplaced ten million dollars in lost trust fund, as I had originally hoped. I entertained myself for an evening by looking for money for other people.

People I know who may have unclaimed property:
Christy "I ain't no bitch" Siojo
David "Soul of a 78 year old man, only more cantankerous" Lee
Alan "I have way better hair than my son" Jwo
Julia "Back in China-no, Australia-wait, no, Japan" Lam

.... um, and that's it. If it's yours, shame on you guys for leaving money just lying around. It could be put to good use! You know, extra cash for getting your friends nice things... like the really cute suede slouch ankle boots at DSW I had-I mean, that people might have had their eye on.

People I don't know but am really interested in and that's my own business goddammit who may have unclaimed property:
Joss "Slayed through the heart" Whedon=$184.06 and $1,326.00
Sarah "My career fell apart post-buffy" Gellar= $629.00 and $2,016.00
Angelina "Sometimes a vial of blood is just a vial of blood" Jolie:$602.83

I wish I had a witty ending for this post, but I don't. So, instead, I present to you Happy Cat:

Being loved makes him happy!

Hedgehog Preservation Society EXISTS.

2006-09-01T08:32:00.000-07:00

There are so many thought-provokingly bizarre and awesome things in this article that I had to post it. Enjoy!

Inexplicable obsessions.

2006-08-30T14:47:00.000-07:00

I am currently in love with Jimi Hendrix. I've tried several times over the past week to explain it to several friends, and the best I could articulate was "He's just, wow, you know? And, yeah. Uh."

It doesn't do Jimi Hendrix justice.
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Mike G linked to this awesome seal generating website. I made this one to test the product:

I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this.
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Still obsessed with 1996. Rewatching Buffy while listening to my Spice Girl Albums. I don't look forward to the life in which I talk with people who don't remember life before "Zig-a-zig-ah!" You know, like how people try to talk to me about Silver Spoons.

What the?

2006-08-27T09:52:00.000-07:00

Pho place out on Western. I've never eaten at this place, but I feel like it would be a grave injustice if the waitresses weren't dressed as car show models and the busboys as um, car show model oglers?
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The retiling job in my apartment is starting to piss me off. I came home and there was a layer of dust (from pulling up the carpeting) on EVERYTHING. My clean dishes draining in the rack, my couch, my toothbrush, even the hammies were all dusty! Boo! I want this to be over!

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I now work from 7:30-4:30 so that I can take advantage of a carpool. It's nice to have the afternoons and evenings to myself, although I find I tend to doze around 10:30. Janet summed it up pretty well when she said, "There goes your social life."

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Having immigrant parents can be pretty cool. They do things like buy you a new car when you crash your first one within three months of owning it ("Everyone needs a car in LA, right?" "Uh, yeah mom... yes." But there are drawbacks. For example, my mother does not have the best grasp of English grammar. She'll say things like, "I'm boring," to indicate that she has nothing to do. So, when my mother says something like, "You're going to die," on the phone to me, I know she means "You're gonna kill yourself if you don't take better care of yourself." I love you too Mom.

2006-08-17T03:55:00.000-07:00

I am enjoying routine.

There is something to be appreciated about getting up at the same time every day, working for eight hours, coming home to unwind and falling asleep like clockwork. After four years of college, it's a welcome change. Don't get me wrong; college frickin' ROCKED. But at some point midnight runs to Puzzles and drinking until five o'clock in the morning loses some of its luster.
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I am cat-sitting for Ray, my good friend of a bajillion years. Frankie the cat is thirteen years old and reminds me of a dog who wants nothing more from life than a bowl of soft food and a pat on the head. He's a pretty awesome cat. Unfortunately, I've noticed that since I've started visting Frankie, Chess and Punchy are very uncomfortable around me. Chess refuses to climb onto my hand and Punchy, well, Punchy acts more like Punchy, which means she runs around in circles more and chews on her wheel more vigorously.
...I need to get real pets.
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There is something very human about the need to make fire. It's a way of affirming that yes, we do belong at the top of the food chain. We were smarter than you so we get to eat you, HAHA. Sure, we've traded in tinder and flint for charcoal and lighter fluid, but the satisfaction of watching the flames catch is still strong. That is why I've put this hot little thing on my wish list.

Bits and pieces.

2006-08-16T13:10:00.000-07:00

My strep throat has finally cleared, just in time for me to writhe in agony from my toothache. Yeah...guess who doesn't have dental coverage yet? My mouth and its peripheral body parts are betraying me! UCLA Human Resources has let me down!Arrrgh!

It's finally cooling down. You can really feel it in the evenings and early morning. It's a nice time to enjoy a mug of hot tea with a puzzle and hamster. Er, I meant loved one.
...No, I meant puzzle and hamster.

It's really hard! It's been sitting on my coffeetable for the past few weeks and I still haven't solved it yet. Arrrrrgh!

1996.

2006-08-12T21:36:00.000-07:00

I was watching episodes of Buffy season one and was absolutely taken aback when I realized that it's been ten years since this show first aired. TEN YEARS!!! I was twelve years old ten years ago! And then, Mike G sent me this:

So (of course) I spent the next two hours on YouTube watching old clips of Spice Girls performances. Oh man, I loved the Spice Girls. Posh Spice was always my favorite. She's got this awesome sense of humor. I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want. I want girl power back.

A list of some other things I was obsessed with circa 1996.

Love at first sight with hot boy+Family Angst+"People screwing up my life, ugh why don't they just stop!"=Exacty how every twelve year old girl has ever felt. Baz Lurhman is very good at tapping into the pre-teen's psyche. Not only that, but it's love theme, "Kissing You" by Des'ree became my number one JAM that year.
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The Macarena. I still perform it. You do too. Stop lying to your bad self.
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Did anyone else own a pair of shiny pleather pants? I know I was not the only person sporting pleather pants. Or the pleather jacket. You know, the one with the matching waist-tie? We used to wear it with the knee high boots? Was that only me?
...Shut up.
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This scary man inspired me to take up Irish dance. Man, in seventh grade I had calves of steel. OF STEEL.

Um.... there was lots more in my head when I was thinking "Hey, I should post about things I like from 1996!" Um, I'm still trying to remember them... what else was there? Hm....

Folding.

2006-08-04T15:31:00.000-07:00

File this one under "Why the hell didn't I think of this myself?!?"

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I've been trying to get really good at folding paper cranes. I fold them at work during my breaks. I've been getting a lot of guff for it though. Folding cranes is a more obvious sign that you're not getting work done. More so than, say, surfing on the computer. At least, surfing on the computer can be hidden by bringing up minimized spread sheet or something. What can I do when caught folding cranes?

"Uh, I was.... working on improving office morale?"

So yeah, now there's a stack of cranes in my office, for anyone to pick up for their own desk. Come by and get one, if you'd like. It'll improve my morale to see you!

My ailments.

2006-07-28T08:55:00.000-07:00

I went into work Wednesday and came home almost immediately because I had the shivers. NOT the shakes, the shivers. By the time I got home I also had the headaches and the sore throat. Yup, I had the flu. Spent the rest of the day trying to get warm, getting too warm, trying to cool down, getting too cool, rinse, repeat.

Then I ran out of meds. Ran out of Nyquil, ran out of Dayquil and ran out of Advil. I still had my motrin, but that's for my crampies and I still had my tylenol pm, but I didn't want to knock myself out. I might not wake up and drown in my own phlegm!

Oh yeah, the phlegm. When you have a phlegmy cough AND a sore throat, lemme tell you, that is some painful right there. I feared phlegm like I never feared phlegm before.

I was feeling pretty ok this morning, and was going to go into work, but then I got a bloody nose and started coughing up blood.

...So yeah, going to the doctor today.

Isn't this stuff supposed to happen in the winter?! You know, when people have nothing better to do but get sick?!?!

Apartment stuff, largely.

2006-07-19T19:39:00.000-07:00

Hey guys, I am looking to trade my large rectangular dining table that seats four for a small round dining table that can seat three. WITH chairs. Help a sister out! I need to make some space in my itsy bitsy living area! If you've visited, you totally know what I mean.

Speaking of, my apartment is undergoing some major changes this summer. They've already taken out the fireplace and are going to replace the carpet with tile. My living room is going to have that eerily clammy, bathroom feel. Yummy.

Also, if anyone would like a Russian dwarf, please let me know.

Bondfires.

2006-07-10T10:24:00.000-07:00

I attended a very lovely bonfire this past weekend with the perpetually lively LCCers. We spent the day frolicking and barbecueing and all sorts of other fun things that end in -ing.

Here are pictures of some LCCers near and dear to my heart.

This is a pretty cool looking picture of Yumi, Simon, Me, Tru, Conroy and Jonathan. The moment appears much more classy than it actually was: Simon spent the entire time on Conroy's shoulders yelling, "My balls! My balls! Hurry up with the damn picture or they're going to rupture!" or something to that effect. And then Hoai ran up and jiggled Conroy's head, further infuriating Simon. It's OK though, Simon has the last laugh. He can do an ENGLISH ACCENT.

Yumi, Janet, Me, Hoai, Tru, Jonathan, Aki, Conroy and Simon making an awesome pyramid as the tide was coming in. There's only one thing missing from this pyramid:

Caroline got a little lost (OK, a lot lost) and so missed the pyramid building, but it's OK, because we saved her a spot right at the top! I feel this picture of Caroline kinda captures her reaction to LCC: slightly startled and apprehensive, but curious to see what these weirdos will do next.

What's next? This picture!

The obligatory mid-jump shot. Tru, Hoai, moi, Jonathan, Yumi et Simone. Janet was taking this picture, but she wanted in so we spent the next five minutes trying to replicate it. We couldn't though because Simon sucks at taking pictures.

Yay friendship!

Let's do this again!

Sprycel.

2006-07-07T15:28:00.000-07:00

This is what I've been a part of for the past year!

It's nice to be a tiny part of something that makes a big difference. For the first six months, I didn't even know what I was filing for. ("What are we filing for?!" "Cancer!" "When are we filing it?!" "NOW!") It's interesting that a job I started as a part time student kind of grew into a full time career position. And it's stuff I like! And it's stuff that matters! Although it does make it harder to slack off at work.

"Hm, help work towards a new cancer medication, or visit cuteoverload..."
Decisions, decisions.

Adventuring.

2006-07-04T23:47:00.000-07:00

When I first moved into my apartment, I didn't have my own copy of the house keys. As such, I spent many an hour tending to the bruises I got from jumping our stucco-ed balcony (I bruise very easily). When I had my keys made, I thought I'd never have to jump that damned balcony again.

So I think it's quite understandable that I would avoid going home for a few days when I accidently locked my keys inside my apartment. I mean, I could have been home easily if I had been willing to put up with climbing that balcony again. That goddamned balcony. I decided that it was summer's way of telling me to adventure, and try new things. So I did.

Much thanks to J-lo, Yumi and Robbie for housing me. Thanks to everyone who put up with me in the same clothes for two days (I actually couldn't do it...I ended up buying a new shirt because it bothered me so much). I have learned that Hedwig and the Angry Inch makes for beautiful watching, and I couldn't have watched it with a more appropriate couple (because botched sex change operations, soul searching rock ballads and tranny loving christians make me think of robbie and yumi). Thanks to Stan for beer and cherries and Project Runway watching (psst-I won't tell anyone!). So yeah....

Fuck you balcony.

Speech.

2006-07-04T00:47:00.000-07:00

OK, so the comment problem has been fixed: you can now comment on my blog! Feel free!

Kimmie

Weddings and stuff.

2006-07-01T17:53:00.000-07:00

Eric and I attended his ex-girlfriend's wedding a while back. When he last had to attend a wedding, he took our other friend Lynn. He learned a lot from that wedding. You could see the experience he gained from that event from the instructions I was given: "Look cute and don't embarrass me."

Here I am almost ready to head out.

This is how happy we were to be stuck in traffic. The longer we were stuck in traffic, the longer we wouldn't have to be with strangers making small talk.

On our way there, Eric was telling me about how he fell out of touch with his high school friends. He wasn't really expecting to know anyone there (hence my presence there: better to be awkward in a social situation with someone you know than someone you don't).
...Yeah, everyone Eric knew from high school was there.

A mere fraction of them: Hoai, Eric, Jay, Lynn (the bride), Reid (the groom), Johnny, Mike

A good time was had by all.
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I was going to post this yesterday, but it seemed to be missing something. And then it hit me. It was missing this:
(Chess in a ball.)

Ok, NOW i can post this entry.

I love me some bullet points.

2006-06-23T15:01:00.000-07:00

1. For those of you who want to comment on my blog but feel you can't because you have no blogger ID (ahem, ahem, Ms Suh), feel free to reply as anonymous and identify yourself in the body of the text. Or leave it blank, so we can play guessing games.

2. Thank you to Spiffy for capturing on film two pretty important moments in my life:

A. My family at my graduation. Although I do wish we were smart enough to do this in a place where their faces were lit. Because they do have such pretty faces, the Tongs.

B. Me meeting one of my heroines.

Good things.

2006-06-23T13:17:00.000-07:00

Congratulate me, as I have officially passed all of this quarter's classes, and therefore am officially graduated from the UCLA School of Letter and Sciences with a B.A. in Psychology. W00t!

My plans this summer include:
-Shortening my "To Read" List considerably. (More on that in a later post)
-Beach bonfires.
-Camping in Yosemite.
-Weekend getaway to Carmel Valley.
-Las Vegas birthdays.
-Visiting the beach at least once every other week.
-Writing for the sake of writing.
-Making good use of my Disneyland Annual Pass before it expires. Especially making good use of it with good friends. Anyone? Anyone?

Wigging Out.

2006-06-22T14:33:00.000-07:00

I wig out from time to time. Not the good wigging out, like "Time Warp" wigging out. Wigging out like, "Strongbad getting the jibblies" wigging out. When life is really good, like it is for me right now, being reminded of when life was really bad makes me wig out.

It happens from time to time. No one's fault. Just know, that if I suddenly need to take a walk at three in the morning, or feel like I have to take a cab home, don't worry. It's not you. It's just me a-wigging. Let me do my thing, and I apologize if anyone gets wiggy because I'm getting wiggy.

Wiggity-wig-wig-wig. Gettin' wiggy with it.

...Ok, I'm done.

Wig.

Effin Family, man.

2006-06-17T17:26:00.000-07:00

I am currently hanging out with the familia in Long Beach. Comments overhead:

"Can you buy me a saxophone?" (My brother, the jazz musician. He got all the music talent in the family. However, I find it interesting that he'd turn to his broke-just-out-of-college sister for a $2000 saxophone instead of the parentals. Sometimes you need someone in your life who's not constantly thinking everything in terms of how it will help your GPA.)

"Did you lose weight?" (I've lost five pounds since the last time my uncle saw me. Last I saw him, it was "Wow. You look kinda big." Thanks Uncle Oeuy. I appreciate that. Bastard.)

I've been more irritated in the past six hours than I have been through the entirety of Finals Week. I snapped at people at least twice, and each time it happened, I got a look from my mom. You know, the 'I can't believe my daughter is so rude' look. My family has a knack for brining out the worst in me.

However, in the past six hours it hit me that I'm graduating. Sixteen years of school behind me, and I didn't start to get really excited until I saw my family congratulating me, telling me how proud they were of me, for doing something no one else in our family has done. It makes a person feel kinda good. Almost good enough to forget that they're trying to get you to move back home with promises of "It'll save you money," and laments of "But we're lonely without our kids!"

My rep.

2006-06-15T16:34:00.000-07:00

I recently found out that I have a reputation. It's not even a cool reputation, like "Girl who kicks most ass in a bar fight," or a scandalous one like "Most likely to have crazy make outs while drunk."

I have a "Hates to have people touching her" reputation.

I'm not quite sure if I should be insulted or flattered. If anything, I'm confused because it's somewhat erroneous. It's a title given to me by a very friendly, very physical asian american theatre group. I'm think that their social behavior is not indicative of the majority of the American population (and it's certainly not indictive of the majority of Asian Americans... it might be indicative of the majority of theatre people though. Those people are FRIENDLY). I really don't think there's any merit to what they're saying.

I love people! I'm very friendly! I love hugs and noogies. Yeah, I weird out when people try to give me massages, or when they try to touch my hands, or if they try to hug me without giving me prior notice. And man, I hate tickling. HATE IT. I will deck anyone who tries to tickle me.

...I may have a slight problem with comfort zones.

Distractions

2006-06-14T03:06:00.000-07:00

Things keeping me from focusing on my pending Psych 110 Final (t-minus twelve hours):
1. Chess. Owning a hamster is too much fun! We frolicked on my bed and I gave her a new toy. It's a Nut Knot Nibbler; basically it's a tangle of mini-Lincoln Logs with a nut in the middle. She's supposed to chew through to get to the nut. I figured she needs to start working to get to her food (girl is going from PHAT to FAT), but she took one look at the Nibbler and walked straight for her food bowl. Curses, foiled again!

2. Seanbaby.com. I'm not linking this because I want to save you from my fate. Damn you Mike Golamco! Damn you and your random facts about Hostess fruit pies! Damn you for telling me about this during Finals Week! ARRRRGH!!!! Too...entertaining.... Must... close... browser.......

3. Carol. I haven't seen said roommate in about two months (excluding the show, which she always faithfully attends), so we're catching up BIG TIME. Of course, this involves plenty of talking and eating and tea-making and Friends reruns watching.

4. My apartment. What with the rehearsals, the show, banquets, beach day, work, and finals studying, the past few weeks has me coming into my apartment just to change and drop shit off. I took a good look at my place today and saw the biggest mess my apartment has ever been in since the last time Eric visited. (He's a pig.) My fingers ITCHED. I really, really, REALLY wanted to clean the apartment. I humored myself by doing laundry and going through my loose papers (you know, to throw away the unimportant stuff such as old receipts, bruinwalk flyers, the communist manifesto).

5. This blog. It never fails. Any time I have a deadline or an exam, I find myself doing this exhaustive posts that probably no one will read all the way through just because I can't seem to bring myself to do what I need to do.
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Um, yeah. I uh, I should go study for that final, huh?

Ten weeks in ten sentences.

2006-06-11T22:27:00.000-07:00

LCC was pretty amazing this quarter. I loved the script I was working with, thanks to this guy, and I loved my cast:

They did such a great job. If you didn't get to see them in action, or didn't get it the first time around, here it is again.

It was my last quarter with LCC, so Janet played my substitute boyfriend and got me a flower. Here I am basking in the glow of her love:

Our theme for banquet was "Game Characters vs. Film Noir." Here are two of the five people who dressed up as film noir:

Here are the people who joined the group the same time I did. I love these guys so much, I would walk on fire for them.

There were so many things that happened during my time with LCC and I am so sad that I wasn't able to chronicle every moment. I really can't imagine UCLA without the people that I met through this group and really grew to love. I can honestly look back on my time in college and say "That was the best four years of my life" and my LCC pals really had a lot to do with that. Thanks for the memories guys.

I hate blogger.com

2006-06-11T14:04:00.000-07:00

So there have been a lack of posts because Blogger somehow manages to fuck up whenever I am trying to post an entry or add pictures to an entry. Believe you me, stuff has been happening in my life that I want to chronicle: my last Mentorship event of the year, my last LCC Show, banquets, new roommates, graduation. I am frustrated, to say the least. Hopefully Blogger doesn't fuck this post up too.

Damn you blogspot! Damn you!

Entropy.

2006-05-26T01:47:00.000-07:00

Creativity is almost never as good executed as it is in your head, unformulated. Someone once told me, "I have this awesome idea for a story, but I don't want to tell anyone because i can't do it justice right now." I think that it probably has something to do with entropy.

I'm not very good at explaining things like this (I took Physics 10, aka "Physics for Poets"), but I'll try to give this some context. I apologize if I offend any Physics (PhySUCKS) fans out there. From what I understand, when you're doing something, and it takes energy to do it, entropy is the stuff that you can't use to do what you want to do. It's increasing inefficiency. According to the second law of thermodynamics, entropy is always increasing within an isolated system.

Well, I figure that an idea, that perfect idea, is in this little isolated system in your head. When you want to write, this idea has to get from your head to paper. Your vision has to go through a series of transformations before it can be realized, and everytime it undergoes a transformation, from this vision of perfect clarity to your outline to your dialogue, to agonizing over every word to get the tone *just* right, your idea gets a litle muddled. It gets a lttle chaotic. Suddenly everything isn't as crystal as you thought it was. When it's done, maybe you're a little let down that the execution of this awesome thing brewing in your head wasn't as you pictured it.

Often what I see in my head doesn't translate as well onto paper. Hell, this post looked a lot better in my head ( I was more coherent, and WAY more knowledgeable about physics), but that doesn't mean it's bad. It's just different. The work that you put out is imperfect. It's been affected by your experiences, your moods, the people you surround yourself with. It was influenced by the egg you had for breakfast and the bum you saw on the way to work. This thing, this physical manifestation of your thoughts may be flawed, but within its flaws is something beautiful.

So yeah, entropy rocks.

Oh, and the german word for poison is Gift. Effin' Germans, man.

Dancing.

2006-05-25T04:19:00.000-07:00

I think giving up dance was one of the biggest regrets of my life.

I started dancing really late, age twelve or thirteen. Before, I was a proud tomboy, and shunned dance as a pansy sissy past time. I went to a middle school that had a huge emphasis on performance arts, but I requested a PE class instead of the Pre-IB Dance Class. Somehow, I got bullied into going to an audition by my one friend in seventh grade. Even back then, when I had this wannabe tough gal persona, dance was so easy to fall into.

I remember the first time I danced. It was an afro-haitian fertility dance, lots of body isolations and rhythmic stomping and feeling the percussion through to my bones. Man, it was an awesome feeling. It was like crack cocaine. I wanted more! Give me afro and Irish! Lyrical and tap! Modern and swing! I didn't touch ballet though, because ballet is intimidating. Ballet is all rules. Ballet is for girls who took classes from age three, not someone who got in so late that she lost all her flexibility (to this day, I can't do the splits). Ballet girls scared me.

They still scare me.

Yeah, I wish I stuck with dance. I wish my mom enrolled me in baby ballet, I wish I wasn't such a stubborn boy-girl. I wish I could see my old friend from seventh grade, and tell her thank you. Maybe I can go back in time and tell myself young self to stick with it, even if what's-her-face is sniggering at my arabesque. And then I'd go and kick what's-her-face in the fork. I wish, I wish, I wish.
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Well, one of my wishes is coming true. BEST SHOW EVER COMING BACK ON FOX. Tune in!

Get your shit together, BROTHER!

2006-05-23T02:34:00.000-07:00

There is a very real chance that I may not pass all my classes this quarter. This is bad, because that means I don't graduate and I bought a cap and gown and special grown up clothes (a hat that says "grown up") all for nothing.

Got a new phone! Yay! Same phone number! Double yay! Unexpected financial expenditures!?! Boo!

Getting life back on track feels subtley good.
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I'm a big fan of that show on vh1, the one with Hulk Hogan and his family. He's so cool! Really strong, but mellow and an all around good guy. He reminds me of really strong, mellow good guy Mr. Knudsen, my old biology teacher. I don't really think of him as The Hulk anymore; in my head, I call him my friend Terry. Today, Terry realizes that he's too old for wrestling and that selling energy drinks may be a more lucrative creative outlet. Good for you Terry, good for you.

Making things work.

2006-05-22T13:59:00.000-07:00

I have an addiction to trashy blogs. Seriously trashy. I love celebritiy gossip blogs and fashion blogs and he-said-she-said blogs. I often waste hours reading these things instead of updating my own. Here are some of my favorites:
Bryanboy
Go Fug Yourself
Hollywood Tuna
Highly addictive!
I've been trying to figure out what makes these completey different blogs so entertaining, so that I can apply them to my blog. Here are some things I've noted:
-Pictures. I need more pictures. Preferably of skinny blonde girls and things/people I can make fun of.
-Links. I need to link more often to dumb news stories, gay people blogs (for some reason gay people have the BEST blogs. I LOVE reading them), and funny pictures. I should be as link friendly as Fark.
-Disdain. I need to be really mean. But funny "Oh my god you're wearing last week's Fendi and it's not even cute young Fendi it's old used to like Chanel but can't afford it now Fendi." Right now my funny is at a "Your mom" level. Must up the catty in my funny.
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My phone died. Like, literally. I was crossing the street and the phone fell out of my pocket. Before I had a chance to run back and get it, a car hit it and smashed it to pieces. Then a truck came by and smashed the pieces into tear sized shreds. Once again, I will be very difficult to contact until I get this resolved.
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My Thursday exame is not actually a Thursday exam; apparently it's a Tuesday exam. In other words, shit is hitting the fan RIGHT NOW.