too cute for words.

todaaaaaaaaay.

was pretty sweet. got free tickets to go on rides at Seattle Center and the Pacific Science Center and hung out with AlMar.

Okay. So I know we waited in line for like half and hour to ride that damn rollar coaster but in a way it was totally worth it.

“what’s up“

. . . . . .

Oh yes. Cute Wasian guy. That  is…an asian guy that’s so whitewashed I can see his A&F shirt in my dreams. He was soooo cute! I mean, I totally noticed him when we were hanging out in the back of the line but it’s not as if I looked any bit attractive in my mud skirt and “hand picked for you” aqua green shirt. But he and his white friends *tsk tsk tsk*. And they were mere groupies to an actual group. We could tell. He totally cut us in line! Anyways, apparently I have finally discovered what turns me on : flippy hair. Ahahaha. And apparently, flippyhaired guy looks kinda like Shawn? I guess I’m trying to find summer replacement to temporarily fill my mind til I see him again. rofl. But yea. Ohmygosh. He was absolutely delicious.

So we go onto the rollar coaster and whatnot. We sat in the last seats with cuteflippyhairedguy in front of us with his friend when he turns around to me and is like “What’s up”. And being me, I just stared back dumbly. OHMYGOD. I’m such a dumbass. I mean, it’s not as if I can come up with a catchy phrase back to that in the 3 seconds that he looked at me expectantly and then, after realizing I was a dumb mute, turning back to his friend. This would have been two scenarios (knowing me) if I opened my mouth:

1) “what’s up”

“i’m about to hurl. ohmygosh. i’m scared”

impression: wussy asian girl.

 

2) “what’s up”

“not much”

impression: laaaaaaaaaaame

 

I mean, HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION ANYWAY/ JEEZUS. i get it online all the time, but who the hell turns around to a random person and just asks “what’s up”. I mean, it would have hella better if he was like “u ready?” and i would have been like “hell yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea!” and that would have gained me SOME points. but wtf. i’m such a nerd when it comes to opposite sex interactive. i should live under a rock. maybe take some lessons? talking to males 101. haha.

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anyways, it was all great. seattle pacific science center. i haven’t been there in like aaaaaaages. ever since my seagull eating my sandwich incident >< i hella wish we had more time so we could check out the butterfly exhibit though. bugs were creepy. speed was alright. i liked the mini exhibits they had to test reflexes and whatnot. i’m hella strong, holding a chin-up for a minute.

OH

and that Tornado ride. Dude. the other two people sitting with us were hella into spinning the chairs so it was like a super tire swing at the park. Oh damn. I hella was dizzy afterwards.

gorgeous vietnamese loser.

so this past weekend, i enjoyed a braindead program on TV called the Miss Universe Pagaent. It was the first year that I actually watched it in entirety with my mom and dad because of course, I’m ethnocentric in a way and the pageant was held in Viet Nam. So duh.

The  beginning is always the best for me because the girls get to wear their traditional culture costumes to represent their country. I think all the different colors and outfits are amazing and it’s way to proudly show where you came from (unlike the swimsuit or evening gown rounds).

But what made me most excited was when they called Miss Vietnam was one of the Top 15 finalists. I mean, HOLY CRAP. I don’t think that Miss Vietnam has ever been in any top things. It’s not the fact that she wasn’t pretty that made this an element of surprised. It was the fact that Viet Nam hasn’t been cranking out pageantry standard women if you get what I mean. But beside that point, the fun and games ended there for Miss Vietnam anyways.

You know why?

‘Cuz she’s short that’s why.

You can clearly see it when she stood next to all the other 14 contestants that she was a few inches shorter. And they say in life, when you’re short, you don’t get the big bucks. 5′9″ won’t beat a 5′11″ (Miss Venezuela who won the competition).

But But But..she’s so pretty! & it’s JUST a few inches!

Well pretty doesn’t get you anywhere hon. Pageants are about lanky long legged Amazonians that toward above ever with their sexy struts. I’m sorry Miss Vietnam. Should have worn a higher pair of heels.

 

SIDENOTE

DID ANYONE GET A KICK OUT OF THE FACT THAT MISS USA (OH GLORIOUS AMERICA!) FELL? MAKES IT THE SECOND CONSECUTIVE TIME NOW (AFTER LAST YEAR).

oh ho ho. kind of a metaphor for the US right now ain’t it.

r.i.p zipper

My dog died today. His name was Zipper and he is (was…) 15 years old. I dug his grave with my dad and I was the one to shovel the first patch of dirt onto his wrapped-in-fabric body. My family never did confirm what breed he was, but it was mutually agreed that he was a terrier. I think it was an Australian terrier. I have many memories with him such as when my best friend and I use to howl with him, when he use to chase after me and my bike, when he snarled at the neighbors, and when he was bitten by the dog across the street. When he was younger, we use to pick up bags of leftover bones and meat from Pho Hoa (down in Chinatown) for him because the owner was my dad’s friend. He loved those things… He was a Vietnamese dog, eating our leftover rice that my mom would mix in with pork or beef or whatever we had that nice leftover. I always laughed at my mom, saying that Zipper had his own personal chef. Of course, my family was never the best at taking care of our pets. Showers were probably once a couple of months. But we never neglected him, feeding him everyday and changing his water. He slept outside but he came into the house whenever he wanted (as long as we were home). He disliked the Fourth of July, fearing the loud fireworks that our neighbors would set off. He would run into our bedroom and burrow himself into the comfort of our clothes, to our disdain. He always got along with our cat(s), first Button (who mysteriously disappeared one day) and then Pepper (who mourned Zipper’s death as well, laying down 2 feet away from the grave, watching my dad and I shovel dirt). Although in the years as I got older, I never slouched down and gave him a huge hug, but when I was younger I did. He always liked being scratched behind the ears. I laughed when my sister got him a lime green sweater with a bright neon pink daisy on the back. He’s not metrosexual dog. He was smart though, burying numerous hot dogs around the year making us think that he had eaten a lot.

What was special was the fact that he waited for us. My family gets home around 7 something PM. When my dad entered the house, he heard Zipper barking. His first bark in two weeks. So my dad went down and looked at him. He was fine. Then my mom and I came into the house and he started barking again. When we went down, he looked like he was in pain so I hurried up to get the phonebook to call the nearest vet to get him euthanized. Dad yelled up to me and said I didn’t have to. Zipper had died. My parents believe strongly that Zipper held out until we got him. We’ve had him for 15 years after all and he knows when we get hom and everything. In a way, believing that Zipper loves us back gives me comfort. We had a nice burial for him, complete with incense and a rose stuck on his grave. There’s a doggy heaven, right? ’cause that dog deserves a damn good afterlife.

I love him.

Rest in Peace Zipper.

lonely asian man, seeking loving fembot for late night pleasures

today, i was one my homepage right? msn.com and this is what i learned!

introducing…

E.M.A

 

a feminine looking robot that can kiss, hug, dance, and other stuff made by Sega (yes, the maker of the lesser known Dreamcast and …uh…did they make anything else? lol) . it also hands out business cards cuz you know, after having one of these robots means you’re just SO popular and everyone wants to be your friend.

what made me laugh so hard was that the robot is made particularly for a targeted audience…that is..the lonely male. the nerd whose eyes glazes over and mouth starts salivating when looking about Chobits. i mean, sure, Chobits are pretty hot, no lie. (oh an btw, if you don’t know what a Chobit is, i suggest something called wikipedia) But hell no would I want to substitute some fembot (ahem, female robot for those who lack the brain cells to recognize combined word phrases) in for a real live human being. okay, i can understand if the doll was made for like woohoo fun! purposes like that pretty awesome one that plays soccer and has all those sensor things that can have it do stuff for you like get the remote (yes, fatty obese americans go get one right now! then you REALLY don’t need to get off the couch at all!). but the huge fuss around EMA is focused around the fact that she (1) is a female robot (2) has sensors to detect when a human face is near so she automatically kisses you (3) can ”shake her groove thing” as in robotically move her butt area around. i mean, this is a robot. and if you’re replacing a human with a robot, this one is not going to suit a guy’s needs. c’mon, it only kisses! might as well save your money and buy a pie ’cause at least you know…you can do stuff with it. in fact, with the pricetag for EMA, you can buy MANY pies [for all those who haven't seen American Pie, please ignore those comment(s)].

the spokesman said “She’s very lovable and though she’s not a human, she can act like a real girlfriend.”

Uh, dude. What kind of girlfriend are YOU looking for cuz CLEARLY your standards are horrendously low.

hey! at least we can finally we can sing domo arigato missus roboto (:

but i must admit, the japanese are way beyond the US yet again in the field of technology. while we linger on making better cars, they are cranking our for-your-pleasure robots. i’m wondering if there’s going to be EMA 2.0. hopefully with more junk in the trunk and, if lonely males out there are still waiting, some “happy endings” xD though, i’m more wondering if there is going to be male EMA for us lonely girls?

albert einstein once said…

“Solitude is painful when one is young, but delightful when one is more mature.”

I want to write a blog but I don’t know what to write about. I keep writing something then pressing the Backspace key, holding it down until my phrase disappears, never to be seen by you viewers. Maybe it’s the fact that so many things that I want to write about are things I want to keep to myself.

Working at Legacy House has been such an eye-opening thing for me. It’s been amazing. Great. Synonyms of fantastic, happy, heart-warming. But it has also taken away from me one of the things I hold dearest. Time alone.

Usually in the summer, I work at the store many days of the week like normal. But there are days where I am able to stay home alone and have time to myself. Since I began my internship, I’ve been waking up at 7:30 to the unbearable repetitive beeps of my alarm clock (and pressing snooze until it’s actually about 7:50 that I get out of bed) and hopping into the shower hoping to break the morning drowsiness that clings onto me like strands of a spider web. It’s always a rush in the morning to get things done and over with so I won’t miss the bus that surprisingly (and ungratefully) comes on time each day.

Then the bus is always busy with loud talking regulars that disregard your preference for a quick quiet ride where you can catch a few zzz’s or be able to read a chapter in your novel in peace. I think the only thing I like is watching the ever changing scenery of Martin Luther King Jr. Way and the cute guys (bet you anything they’re international students) that litter the seats now and then to catch the 9 bus in front of QFC to get to Seattle Central. I find comfort in the predictability of some of the passengers like the old lady  with the walker that needs the lift who gets on near Franklin High and gets off my stop or the shaggy blond hair tweens that carry their shiny scooters and saunter to the back of the bus. But the unpredictable does happen. Since I get on at one of the first stops, I sit in the same place everytime. One of the four two-seaters that are higher than most of the other seats. I like to be able to look over at the passengers, not in a dominating way. But I just like to watch.

47 minute bus ride to LH where I encounter routine for the first 30 minutes of my shift. Grab the linens from the laundry room, grab the keys to open my OT room, heat the hot packs, sort the clients’ packets into morning and afternoon piles, and then encounter the morning rush. Can there be a thing such as a busy relaxing environment? An oxymoron. That’s what it is. I’m constantly around people. Lunch too since I’ve started getting into the habit of saving money by eating in with my co-workers and fellow volunteers at “our” table in the corner. When 2 o’clock comes rolling around, it’s time to pack up and get one another crowded bus to go to my other “job” at the store. And with the jamming of people onto buses due to high gas prices combined with the humid warm weather that Seattle has been having these past few days does not make for a pleasant ride. But who can complain since Seattleites never have time to really wear their shorts and tanks out and get a tan. Reaching the store around 3, I hope to catch some shut-eye to make up for my late night indulging in Loveline and paperback novels.

Then it’s home where the dishes, clothes, dinner await me. That bathroom needs to be cleaned too..

 

Anyways.

I’m just saying I miss my time to myself. I’m constantly surrounded by things to do now and I just wish that there was more quiet time. I found myself getting some today as I worked steadily on the paperwork for OT Assessments. With Enrique Iglesias’ voice crooning in the background, I was able to type away on the laptop contently. But even then, I was doing something that was not of my choice so it was no nirvana. But even when m internship, I can expect to still be busy since then it’ll be the weeks leading up to my sister’s much-anticipated wedding (not anticipated because it’ll be great or something, just anticipated because everyone wants it over and done with). Hopefully I’ll be able to get some time to myself when I go to Iowa in early September cuz God knows that there’s nothing to do over there except listen to loudass cicadas at night and eat corn [:

Humans are naturally interactive. We yearn for touch. In a way, when I talk, and am being talked to, it makes me know that I exist. But sometimes, I want to lose myself in my very own solitude.

 

(sigh.)

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just simply.

The only way to truly appreciate something’s value is to distance yourself from it for a while.

Legacy is a legacy

Today was my first day of my internship at Legacy House. And I must say that it was absolutely amazing. That place is an oasis in a desert. The people who I work beside are saints and that’s not even enough to cover how particularly fabulous they are. Legacy House is basically a nursing home in the International District (aka Chinatown) that has daily programs for the elderly in the community, particularly the Asian minority. It’s where I work 5 hour days (4 hours next week), 5 day a week. I’m constantly on my feet assisting the elderly and basically learning the whole concept of such an atmosphere.

Today I did Occupational Therapy (just like Physical..only less physical)  a lot and worked with the guy there, Voltaire. We did heat pads and bicycling and paperwork and one-on-one with patients. And man they get into their mahjong games! No lie! And the food there is actually pretty good and I learned how to say chicken, beek, and prok in Chinese and I definately hoping to learn more. There’s a Vietnamese lady that craves Vietnamese company since she can’t speak any other language so she basically clung to me >< and what else…. Gosh my feet hurt cuz I totally wore the wrong shoes and with the whole up-on-your-feet for the whole time deal, i have to get those spngey Dr Scholl’s (?) stuff to put in your shoes to make them “gel-in”.

Okay, Voltaire is hilarious. He’s sweet and charming and such a good guy. And while I’m on the topic of people, there’s Shigure, Frank, Mary Beth, Mei Yun, and Mary (my supervisor who wasn’t here today). Frank ended up showing me the ropes. And then afterwards, we all went out for bubble tea at Oasis. For an hour. ON my work schedule. Meaning, I just got paid to chat and drink bubble tea. Although it was a “meeting” but more like, 5 minute meeting, 55 minute joking around. Hell yea. And apparently we have field trips coming up and all that so I’m SO excited.

Anyways. Short blog. Too tired. Heading to sleep. Basically, I’m loving the summer already.

finalized finals

ohweeeeee shoowap! it’s over man! the quarter is ovurrrrr.

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unoffically of course cuz i gots to return my stack of textbooks and get my clothes from the gym locker tomorrow. but that’s all yo! oh yes. then it’s the weekend! and we’re getting sunshine! and then TIPS!

 

suh-weet!

oh yes yes!

guess who finished with 15 minutes to spare. hell yessssssss.

end of the quarter is here and i just finished my ever-long and tedious and mucho stressful reasrch project. total it was like two thousand some words. took me.. let’s see..*counts fingers* 10 hours. wow my teacher was right, he told us it would take ten hours. but yea. it’s due at 1pm today and i just turned it in. i must say thank you to…window’s media player. it helped me a lot with bass-pumping music and encouragement.

ohmann do i feel gross and unappetizing (not that i’m ever..appetizing..do u really wanna eat me? lol). i woke up, called my boyfriend to wish him good luck on exams, and then got right to work on my research project. yes, i skipped burhsing my teeth, showering, changing clothes, and actually, i’m still sitting in a pile of my blankets that i wrapped around me since i got out of bed cuz it was tood amn cold to leave them behind. my hair feels gross since i showered yesterday morning meaning i’ve gone..30 hours without showering…UGH. and i can feel all teh gross plaque on my teeth and the buildup on my tongue, and oh don’t i paint a delightful picture of moi? (=

well i have to complain first about this weather. what is this, february? it’s freaking cold outside. i have the heater running in the house AND in the room. oh man if my parents were home they’d KILL me for wasting electricity but i CANNOT deal with this coldness. it’s JUNE. dammit. i hear it’ll be okay tomorrow though. HOPEFULLY. though it oesn’t matter cuz i have effing finals tomorrow so i’ll be stuck indoors for like…5 hours. *sigh.

that’s next. Finals are tomorrow. Accounting and Chemistry. Today is actually study day for me but after this I will go eat and THEN i will study. Cuz who can study with an empty stomach? I don’t know but they’re crazy. BUt yea, study…I should really start cramming cuz I KNOW i need to. Just for Chemistry though cuz I find Accounting to be extremely easy. OH. NO. I JUST realized as I wrote that I haven’t taken a quiz for accounting that was due last sunday. Oh. fuck. I wonder if I can get an extension…AHHH

Nothing new besides it’s the end of the school year and I start working at Legacy House next Tuesday and so summer will probably go by pretty quick. Okay, gotta eat!

undergarments and sats.

i swear the SAT is overrated. i took it today and it was just like any other test i took. wasl. psats. whatever. i do find calmness in sitting there and filling in bubbles and solving problems though. people might think i’m crazy. i feel like i lost 4 hours of my life but i’d much rather be spending that four hours testing and exercising my brain than killing cells with tv or something like that. yes, i know. weird. and like…you hear stories about how students cheat for the SATs and are freaking out and doing like study groups and stuff. i mean that stuff sells. just look at the enormous section of guidebooks in the bookstore to help you with the sats. but i took them and thought they were…a test. i felt minimal stress. i just remembered that if i didn’t know the answer at all, it wasn’t going to come to me if i stared at it long enough. i had to keep in mind that they dock me more points if a get it wrong than if i don’t answer it. what else. reading and writing was easy. the only thing that i strained about was math. typically. or..untypical since i’m asian. ahhaa oh the love of stereotyping. but yea. i can’t say i hate the SATs. i only hate the aspect of getting my ass into some random place at 7:45am and getting yelled at by some proctor lady cuz i said hi to a friend and then having to wait an hour to actually take the test and not being able to have breakfast beforehand. the end.

 

i bought three tanks today. it was in those packets of three though so technically i made on purchase. they’re blue, lime green, and blank. boyfriend tanks. or wifebeaters as some people call them. but why they call them that i do not know. but yea. i’ve been meaning to get some so im quite happy. and i also got new underwear! that may not be a big deal. and quite something personal too. but i like them. i’ve never bought underwear in those default packages of like 6 (which is the kind i bought today) cuz i usually buy them singualrly. but i decided to go cheapo and buy a package. first-timer. they’re cute though. if you don’t know my theory on confidence here it is. always wear good undergarments. not just panties (oh that words makes me laugh. it’s just so…feminine X_X) but  bras too. if sexy works for you, then do sexy. if comfort is what you’re about, do comfort. just wear what makes you feel happy. i think that that’s how you build confidence. if you feel good about what you’re wearing, then you’ll feel good all around. i always feel drabby if i’m wearing an something uncomfortable and it just makes me feel high self-conscious which…makes me feel horrible. so yea. 

oh i wanted to say that i saw a few people i haven’t seen in a while today. and guess what. im indifferent. seriously. i was like “hi..okay leave me alone.” i wonder if i really have left those who don’t matter behind. and did i wrongly judge those who don’t matter to me? seriously deep discussions in my mind going on right now. x__x