Rambles of a Mad Woman

What the...

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 17:11:01 GMT

I bought myself a little LED flashlight on a key-chain. Not only does it give off insanely bright blue light, it's shaped like a little pink pig and the light comes out of the snout. Did I mention it makes oinking noises when you turn it on? I giggle every time I play with it; kind of like a third grader. What does that say about me and my warped sense of humor?

Wow....

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 20:52:31 GMT

My boss just asked me if I wanted to move to Shanghai, China with him if he takes a new position there. I had to consider it for half a second but no, moving to another country is not in my future plans. But it was nice to know that he value me enough to want to take me with him.

Inevitable

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 19:54:29 GMT

It was bound to happen, I coughed up a lung. How embarrassing!

Sno-Baller

Wed, 07 Dec 2005 19:20:02 GMT

"Say good-bye to lumpy, icy snowballs and soggy mittens. This 14"-long plastic wonder tool lightly packs the snow into perfect orbs that fly far and explode spectacularly (and safely) on contact. Sold in a set of two to facilitate proper snowball fights." --$20.00 (Restorations Hardware)

Ah... promoting violence in a soft wet form to the next generation.

HAHAHAHAHA!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! HOHOHOHOHOHO!!!

Dentyne Wisdoms

Wed, 07 Dec 2005 18:06:16 GMT

Pulled out a pack of Dentyne Ice gum (Yes Sarah, I do know that gum is bad for my TMJ but I needed it) and while taking the wraper off the gum noticed some of those little cute sayings that they put on packages to catch a person's attention. (Hey, it worked didn't it?)

It said "Dentyne-ism #163: If a candy bar says "NOW with real chocolate" what were you eating before?"

I have to say, that's a very good question that's likely to plague me for the rest of the day. Should I thank or curse Dantyne now?

Shut-In (Not quite)

Mon, 05 Dec 2005 18:04:14 GMT

So, I did my first "Shut-In" weekend where the plan was to stay in the apt. all weekend and do nothing but eat, sleep and write. Simple plan, yes? Not so easy to carry out though. (One would think it should be pretty brainless but seriously, the thought of the whole do nothing but write was a little too daunting.)

Friday evening: came home, made dinner (cannot remember what I ate or even if I did eat) set up the laptop in the living room and lit a candle. Stared blankly at laptop for thirty minutes trying the figure out what the hell I was suppose to do before giving up and getting ice cream. (Nothing like ice cream to cure writer's block... or give you a headache.) Turned on the music to drown out my noisy neighbors with their clattering dishes, (seriously these people need to learn that slamming your cupboards shut isn't necessary to close them). Turned back to my computer and cranked out a chapter of fan fiction that wasn't necessary interesting but at least go me writing again.

Saturday morning, woke up with the smell of coffee! (Did I mention how much I love my programmable coffee maker?) Had coffee with news paper and was sitting around all relaxed, happy and trying to decide if I want to attempt to make breakfast. Sarah came home from her wild night with conversative lawyers (Mira's company Christmas party). We lazed around for a bit. Sarah said that she needed to go to the mall for an hour... and I needed food since our frig was quite bare. (Really, I should have anticipated needing to eat when I decided to do this shut-in..) So off the the mall we go... had lovely hotdogs-on-a-stick (Sarah had cheese) and got all the things Sarah needed for her company party that evening in under an hour. Great! Perfect! Right on schedule! Four hours later, we finally left the mall with a brand new Christmas outfit for Sarah (You people need to see this outfit!) and a cute bag and necklace for me. We blew the afternoon (not to mention our budgets) at the mall. Sarah rushed through her preparations for the evening (I got to watch the master at work) and I was busy being distracted by everything else but the story in front of me. Sarah ran off to her party and I started to have a sinking feeling while completing an outline for a new story that had nothing to do with the old one that I was desperately trying to finish. I suck at this game.

Sunday morning, slept in late and felt bed about it. Sarah and I realized that we still have no food in the apt. that isn't frozen and dinner styled. We went to Marie Calendars and bitched about things... a very productive morning actually. Came back to realize that it was nearly noon already. Sarah baked for her father's dinner that evening and I... wrote things that I didn't particularly find interesting. We listened to the Rent movie soundtrack and decided that we enjoyed it greatly. (I purposely turned it up louder than necessary in hopes of annoying the neighbors. I know, I'm a bad person.) Sarah left and I wrote some more... it wasn't particularly good but I now know that biggest problem I have with writing... I can't finish anything I actually started. (sigh) But at least I have a lot of fun doing it while I'm in the middle of it. That counts for something, right? I took a break and went to Trader Joe's in the afternoon and bought food for the week. It was quite productive though a bit expensive. (sigh) But I found a good tamale thingy that I want to try, so all is well as long as my belly is full. Sarah came home with a cold which she blames on me and someone named Lily. (She's refusing to blame it on the two nights where she was out until one or two in the morning.) I slepted like the dead.

So... back at work and things are busy... as usual. But at least I'm getting a few moments to update this damn journal... which I haven't been able to do in weeks. So... all is good. I'm going to sneak a little time today and do some more writing at work even though I'm really not suppose to. Oh well....

Next Shut-In is in mid-January! (I'll stock up on food this time... if I remember to.)

All Down Hills

Wed, 23 Nov 2005 17:06:37 GMT

I woke up this morning with all kinds of things running through my head, mostly of the enormous amount of work that's managed to piled up while I was scrambling all of this week to put out fires that seem to erupt out of nowhere, felt physically sick and made it to the bathroom in time to throw up stomach acid (oh, it was so not pretty and burned like hell). And it looks like my day is about to go down hills from here. Thank god for 4 day weekend to come.

Hell Week Continues

Fri, 18 Nov 2005 18:22:10 GMT

Okay, this week has been a series of "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," and my name being bellowed across the 8th floor too many times to count. (I stopped counting the number of times I've been paged over the PA after we hit 35.) Everything was a "now, now, now" project and I thought I would have to drop dead to let them know that they were working me to the bones at some point. I've managed to forget my cell phone 3 out of the last five days, which is so not helpful. Thank goodness my mother has been driving this week so I could take a breather in the car. Oh... I am so in need of a break.

Guilt

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 23:00:56 GMT

So... here I am, being all busy bee-like, just doing my job and silently going insane with all the work that seem to converge upon me all at the same time. Send out a document to be filed with the Federal Court... an hour later the messenger company calls me to tell me that my messenger got hit by a car!

Me: OH MY GOD!!! Is she okay?

Them: Don't worry, we have someone going to the hospital to pick up your documents from her to be filed.

Me: Oh well, that's good to know.

Them: Your stuff will get filed.

Me: Well that's nice but is she all right?"

Them: Oh sure, she'll be okay.

Me: Oh good, send her my best.

Them: Sure.

(hangs up phone)

Me: Oh god, she got ran over because I sent her out on a job! (me crying under the table)

Oh, I just cannot win today.

Price of a Klitz

Tue, 08 Nov 2005 17:25:50 GMT

There are three steps in my apartment, only three steps. (No, we're not counting the flight of stairs going up to the apartment.) Somehow, and I have yet to figure out how, I managed to fall down the three measely steps that leads down to the living room and bruise my tailbone. (Thank god I didn't break anything.) I hit it so hard that at the time, I had to sit there and just feel the shock of the fall. It was pathetic and ridiculously funny. Anyways, now I can feel every moment I make; and apparently, the butt muscle is involved in a lot of movements, including walking, standing, skipping, hopping, crawling, sitting, leaning and bending down. (sigh) Ouch.

Tension in the Office

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 17:48:33 GMT

So recently, the firm has been cleaning house by getting rid of the incompetent people they've been holding onto for a while now. So the firing of temps, part-timers and a few full fledged employees that thought they'd be around for a while commenced end of last week. They let go a total of 6 people, not counting the temps that were just asked not to come back. To say that it's not great for the morale around here... well.... yeah.

I had wanted time off, asked for time off so I can go up North, but I cannot find anyone to cover my desk that actually knows what they're doing. (No, I don't want a idiot monkey sitting here and messing with my files... enough of that already.) So... it's a no go on the SF trip this weekend like I had hoped. (Five freaking days of kicking around the wantingness of it and not a goal to be have... sorry, we've been discussing soccer around here lately.)

I'm sad and disappointed. And I want a donut. Suddenly really want a donut. (sigh)

Um... A little surprising actually.

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 23:03:20 GMT

You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

Winter Gear

Tue, 18 Oct 2005 20:32:54 GMT

I woke up this morning feeling cold and... well, just plain cold. I hadn't yet gotten any of my winter clothes out of storage so I was pretty much going resigned to suffer through the day poorly dressed for the very un-LA-like weather we're currently experiencing. Went to my parent's house for breakfast and to pick up mom (I'm getting fed, so it's all go) and found an old scarf... liked it very much. And so... I'm now wearing a dead muppet around my neck. (Jen, seriously, the phrase if becoming ridiculously useful.) I'm not kidding, the fuzzy funny scarf is in purple, pink, white and brown fuzzy threads and looks like a limp muppet. It's just so wrong and yet so right. (sigh)

FRIDAY!!!

Fri, 14 Oct 2005 17:19:22 GMT

It's Friday! I'm happy.

Just thought I'd share.

Sugar Rush

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 18:37:15 GMT

I had me two Butterfinger bites and could feel the sugar rush through my veins (or is it arteries that carries the sugar/oxygen aka necessary for moving about and living). This is a bad habit I have... walk by Pam's desk, have a Butterfinger bite. Walk back from where ever and pass Pam's desk, get another Butterfinger bite. Before you know, I'll be back to college weight and ... oh wait, I toss all my college clothes already. Well, nevermind then.

Thank you Meryl...

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 18:32:25 GMT

I've always wanted to try it... Validation!!!

Your Hair Should Be Purple

Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.
You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

Updates on My Life... so far

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 17:11:29 GMT

Warning: Those that you that would like to avoid the long and slightly disjointed thoughts of a lunatic, turn away now. You're been warned... no whining about it later if you end up with a headache or the urge to bang your head on the nearest wall somewhere to your left. Other wise....

So, Sarah and I finally moved into our apartment... really moved in, as in actually sleeping there at nights instead of doing the drop by, drop off then return to the nest of our parents that have been kept warm and cozy for the off chance that you've decided not to leave the nest again. (I don't think the concept of a legally binding lease has fully been understood in my parents' minds.) My furniture arrived on Sunday, all nice, cherry colored, shiny and pretty. And big... oh man was a huge. You know, those pieces didn't look nearly that large in the huge warehouse when I selected them... but at least they were pretty and fun to just touch. (There something about really smooth wood that is very nice to the physical senses; same thing you get with really good cotton and silk... love at first touch.) The mattress came about two hours later... again, a lot bigger than I had originally envisioned in my head. And they were kind of... tall. The mattress and box on top of the bedframe kind of dwarfed me. I'm 5'2", the bed is about just a little under 4 feet in height. I have to literally jump into bed every night... I'm not joking, I have to climb/jump to get on the combined bedframe/mattress/box-spring it's so tall. Though I have to say, kind of fun.

Sarah and I had to do the "oh we need this, and that and that" shopping trip through Target... let me tell you, having gone down too many aisles and killing my usually pretty enthusiastic approach to shopping in general, I don't think I can do another shopping trip for a while. (It's really sad and pathetic.) But on the other hand, Sarah and I are actually living at the apartment now... we have food (kind of) and cleaning products (kind of) and... stuff. Okay, so our apartment isn't anywhere near done but still... we like it. And we're working on it darn it!

I think I'm ready for a vacation now, from work anyways. I'm so tired all the time now. I know, I know, I'm moving, cleaning, working and taking care of the family at the same time, who wouldn't be tired right? But still, I need to get away from work for a little while, getting my bearings back on the right perspective of things. Plus, I have no enthusiasm for work anymore... and that's kind of troubling. I can't do a good job if I don't want to do the work, it just makes a really bad combination that I really must fix. Than again, I could do something dramatic like perm my hair to shake up my life a little. (Probably not, I'm too lazy to do the required maintenance on permed hair. And yes, I am honest enough to admit that I'm a lazy, lazy girl. Plus I'll end up looking like Simba from the Lion King... not the most attractive look to be going for.)

On happier news, I'm working on draft 2 of my novel... ya me! I am finding that my first draft is - well, now how do I put this mildly so as not to look stupid and yet still manage to convey my meaning - (oh, I got it!) a pathetic attempt at novel writing that would make the great novelists cry from pain and bleed from the eyes. (sigh) Okay, on to draft 2... which will be oh so much better. And I've decided that Jen's whole November Write A Novel Month idea is great and wonderful. If my apartment is all done and in relatively good shape, I'm hosting a novel writing weekend party... I'll send another post as we get closer with a formal invite to all. (I say Aaron should host another one on a different weekend so I have yet another reason to go to SF... and take a day off.)

Okay, I really ought to be doing something a little more serious than this... though I have to say this was fun to write between my little assignments at work. (Yes, I'm a bad, bad girl.) Life is good, I'm going to enjoy it... even if it kills me.

Message from the Universe

Thu, 06 Oct 2005 20:50:40 GMT

You ever have one of those moments when everything makes perfect sense? I'm not having such a moment. I am, however, having one of those moments where you're looking at the sky (or what little of it you can see because you work in evil Downtown LA with a billion highrises) and asking for some kind of sign that says that I'm doing the right thing.

Went to lunch, bought a Sobe (you know, the ones with those cute little caps that always have something funny to say like "Sobe-Wan Kenobi"). On the cap it says, "Yes Please."

And thus my day is complete.

Dreams v. Realty

Thu, 06 Oct 2005 17:46:01 GMT

Okay, so for weeks/months/years now I've been wanting to move out of my parents' house and into a place of my own... I was going to grow up and be independant and free from heavy burdons of being a good chinese daughter living under her parents' roof. And now, I've gotten an apartment, I've got a roommate, I've got furnitures and I've got neighers... and I've got major butterflies in my stomach at the thought of actually moving out.

Oh... I know, I know, you all think I'm crazy and that (according to others) this is normal and I wouldn't worry about being worried... but I am. And I will continue to be. But I also know that everything will be all right and everything will be great eventually and that I will love this experience. I just wish we can get to that part a little faster and bypass the part where I'm going cry and ask my mom if I can move back in cause I don't want to do this!

(sigh) Okay, I really ought to get back to the grown up part of my life and do some work... and earn my damn paycheck.

Done venting... on with life.

Squshy Jungle

Tue, 04 Oct 2005 05:36:53 GMT

So... I've been shopping for mattresses for roughly five days now. Let me tell you, until this weekend, never knew that there were that many kinds and that many brands and that many styles of beds out there. It's like this soft cushioned forest of bouncy mattresses out there. I walked into this one Chinese warehouse where the man spoke in this half broke language that was a perfect cross between Mandarin and Taiwanese and I can only thank the lord that both my parents were there to translate the slang and strange cross-generational lingo that I was quickly reducing me into to a sobbig pile of "bad Chinese child with no connection to past." (Jen, I'm so with you on the Grade B chinese person thing.) Anywys... there were mattresses everywhere... not kidding, EVERYWHERE!!! One tipped over at on point and made a tent under which I had to crawl out of. It was scary! Oye... and I still haven't picked a set of mattresses, even after being lost in the rainforest of beds. This is the worse Izmiric adventure yet.

The End!!

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 04:11:27 GMT

We found an apartment. More to come later....

I thought this was so pretty!

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 22:16:42 GMT

Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.
BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.
When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.
Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.

Further Tales from Hunting

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 07:15:17 GMT

Saw two fabulous apartments today... both of which had noise problems that Sarah and I are finding it difficult to deal with. One was already rented out and the unit that was available housed five (yes five) very loud A/C units right outside the windows. And the other... had really bad sound insolation; screaming children, skateboards on cracked concrete, doors closing, dishwashers running, etc. (Sarah loved, loved, loved the closet space... and it was pretty terrific.) So yeah... neither one was ideal... (sigh) back to the drawing board... or web listings.

Cursed by the Asian Genes

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 04:06:53 GMT

Had half a glass of wine with dinner and turned a lovely shade of magenta from neck up. This Asian glow things is totally killing me. (sigh) I suck at this game.

Further Adventures in Hunting

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 03:42:57 GMT

You know, I never really thought about how much work is actually needed in the search for a good apartment. At this point, Sarah and I are getting it down to a fine art form. There really is a list of things that you can kind of tick off and say "no," "nope," "never," and "I don't think so!" It's becoming actually faster to look at apartments and go, "Potential..." and "Next!" But I have to say, all this is exhausting. I can't remember the last time I've spent so much energy on one particular project. (Trials don't count; that's work and I was getting paid for it.) I can't wait to move into the ending so I can actually enjoy the fruits of my labor... on the good new side, Sarah and I are turning in our first applications for a place. Should be an interesting experience, never had anyone run a credit check on me before... unless you count the car dealership and I'm not sure what they were looking for over there.