who would have thunketh that furnishing your bedroom would be SO complicated? there's all these different terms that i had no idea existed. it's like--housewive language. before school started, i had gotten a queen sized inflatable mattress (don't ask). then of course i would have had to get sheets for it. so, i go sheet shopping. as i was looking through, i realized that each package came with a fitted sheet, flat sheet, and usually two pillow cases--one if you get a twin sized. flat sheet? really? i get that it's flat.

as if two pillowcases weren't enough, you then had to shop for shams. unlike fitted sheet, you can't really tell what the heck a sham is by it's name. forget about context clues, if you just randomly said sham to me, i would have thought it was a kitchen appliance.

then there are duvets. and bedspreads. and quilts. and down. and down alternative. WHY is it that only the word "duvet" sound so french and confusing and WHY must you have a duvet for your down, or your down alternative, if you're going to have a bedspread or even a quilt? you don't need that many on top of you. you'd suffocate. and what exactly does "alternative" mean? and because i might be allergic to down feathers (which i don't even know what that's made out of), i would have to go for the alternative down...which to me might mean plastic.   

then you've got that damn thing that hangs off the box spring, or spring box, or mattress spring, or whatever, so that your bed's legs don't show. who the fack cares?! it's not like it's a woman. get me the no hassle bed frames with no ugly metal rolling legs. and can't i just get a blanket, a mattress sheet, and two pillowcases??

don't even get me started on "window treatments." it needs it's own freakin doctor.

baconator

i was cooking the other morning--six strips of bacon, to be exact--and while i was cooking, i didn't notice anything wrong all about me...i was happy, at 8AM making breakfast for my boyfriend...when all of a sudden he comes out and says that he thinks my bacon's done. and i'm just standing there thinking, how do you know? you didn't even come look at it!

.......they were ready.......a little too ready, and i didn't realize it until my apartment's fire alarm told me so. while that damn alarm was ringing me deaf, i was hoping on my life that this alarm didn't set off the rest of the alarms in the building. could you imagine?! everyone outside on the campus lawn because i was making six strips of bacon?! i would have dug myself a hole out there and buried myself in it.

so what could i do? i scrambled downstairs to the lobby to tell the security guards but before i could step an inch from the elevator, i saw a police officer heading my way and for some reason, a ridiculous grin came across my face and he looks at me and says:

"406, right?"

i wanted to say no, but of course i admitted it. i tried to explain myself, but he smiled and said that even shower smoke can set off the alarms because they were so sensitive. honestly, that did make me feel much better about myself. at least i didn't walk out of the shower and have the alarm go off on me. that's worse than bacon, i think.

so what did i learn from cooking bacon at school?

never to cook bacon on high.

or maybe never cook bacon at all.

i'll george-foreman them.

it's supposed to quack, not snap

never fear, my blogger is here

well actually, i knew it was here all along, but i just never felt like writing in it. i've been having some pretty bad writer's block lately and i haven't been able to summon up enough stuff to place into a paragraph and make it interesting for you to read...until yesterday.


being a fellow female, i can safely say that there is definitely one type of doctor that us ladies fear [dread] to see--the gynecologist. there are so many things that are just awkward about this clinical visit that can make any person squirmy. firstly, that age-old question of whether or not socks should be worn while you go visit your doctor. i guess this one is just for consideration of the doctor since the doctor is so close to your feet...but then again, that's the last thing your doctor's face should be worried about being so close to. secondly, the thought of having some foreign metal object being inserted and flexed like some duck's bill does not make a girl any more comfortable than she might be with her legs supported by an unfriendly stirrup. thirdly, not only is it plenty awkward to have a stranger look up your privates and scoop things out for lab tests, it's unfriendly when their cold hands reach up to give your girls an exam.


however uncomfortable this doctor's visit may cause us ladies to be, it's something we have to go through with; it's just a facet of being a woman. and even though this is something we all eventually have to deal with, there is one thing [it's a personal opinion] that i would like to be in control of: in my mind, a gynecologist is shortened to gyno for a reason--"guy-no" a.k.a "no-guy"


i don't think any right man will raise his hand eagerly in medical school saying he's found his one true passion in life and that's to look at vaginas all day long. not saying that it's a sexual thing, but i just think that it takes a woman to know a woman...it makes life easier without having to explain it to some man who's studied it all from a text book.

personalized love song

all the boys say: "baby, i see your future, and it's tied to mine {1}" or something along those lines which made me roll my eyes because "this is a crazy world" and "its hard to know who's on your side. {2}" every time another one came along, i couldn't help but say "boy, don't try to front," because "i know just what you are -- a womanizer. {3}" even my daddy says so. but then "you c[a]me to me on a summer breeze. {4}" then i realized that all i needed to do was "start a new fashion and wear my heart on my sleeve. {5}" and once we began, i've never felt better. i felt like "cinderella at the ball {6}" "i feel so foolish" that "i never noticed. i'm thinking about you every day, dreaming about you every night. {7}" but where were you when i thought i needed someone the most? "lost and insecure, you found me" you were "just a little late," but "you found me, you found me. {8}" "we got it together, didn't we? {9}" i never thought i'd mind getting lost...not having directions. but if we do, "we can talk about the road behind; how getting lost is not a waste of time. {10}" so hold my hand, while we make all different kinds of plans. promise me that "whatever comes our way, we'll see it through. {11}" "it's incredible that someone so unforgettable, {12}" will now help me make my most unforgettable moments. 

maybe all those love songs do make sense. 

1. 98 degrees - true to your heart

2. leona lewis - here i am

3. britany spears - womanizer

4. the beegees - how deep is your love

5. carrie underwood - ever ever after

6. carrie underwood - crazy dreams

7. bonnie raitt - something to talk about

8. the fray - you found me

9. barry white - my first, my last, my everything

10. jack johnson - what you thought you need

11. michael buble - everything

12. nat king & natalie cole - unforgettable

"im an evil genius"

mate me auto

i hate automatic toilets. 

i hate it when they flush on their own because: 

1) they always splash me with 

flecks of toilet water

2) scares the crap out of me 

when i least expect it

and 3) who said i was done?!

automatic-anything bugs the crap out of me because quite frankly, they don't make any sense. great, you've got the automatic soap dispensers that squirts out smelly, skin drying soap; you've got the automatic water dispenser that always is either too hot, too cold, or too strong; then you've got the automatic hand dryer which never seems to work better than if you were to blow dry your hands with your own mouth; and of course, the automatic toilet as i have mentioned afore.

so what is the problem?

what happens when you leave? you touch the germ-ridden door handle and you are now infested with all the germs that you so carefully tried to avoid previously with all that automatic crap. 

** i know there are exceptions, like the automatic doors for the handicap, but don't be smart with me because you know this is the majority of the time--smartasses--agree with it. 

fish are not friends

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back to reality

easy quietness || no words

oddball out

4 things that i don't quite understand: 

ONE
i don't know why toy makers make toys to annoy the adults. it's really not for the children's amusement because you know that when that damn elmo is giggling for the millionth time within five minutes in that obnoxious nasal tone, that the person who made it is surely snickering in his office to know that you're almost to your boiling point while he's sitting on his nice leather office chair, eating filet mignon for lunch that's all paid for by you.

TWO
i don't get how they have telephone lines for the hearing impaired. [this is an honest-to-god curiosity of mine--not out of ignorance] i asked my cousin a question regarding that the other day and she said, 'maybe they talk really loud,' which did seem plausible, and then i wondered if they sent text messages if you requested that line...but then i got to thinking, not everyone only uses their cell phones like i do. a lot of people still use landlines which don't have screens for text messages...

THREE
i love sports, and i participate them, but if you ever sit down and think about the concept of sports, i swear, you'll ask yourself why you're that stupid. the concept of sports--any sport--is basically you going after something to fetch it, but it was you who threw it. for example, golf. you hit it, and then you have to go get it, and then hit it again. it's a lame sport, really. nothing is more retarded than going, 'oh look at how far i got it!' --great. now you have to go that far to pick it back up. the only good division i can think of for golf is the driving range. i go to the driving range a lot and my only goal for the 100 something balls i buy is to hit the guy in the plastic cart below. and trust me, i have used this own theory on myself, and i really can't tell you why i still play half the sports i do.

FOUR
i don't get why we, as americans, have to try to sound smart by using foreign languages for certain things when it sounds really funny when it's translated. for example, the term 'eau de toilette' which is a type of perfume. not only is it freakin awkward for americans who don't speak french (or any other foreign language for that matter) to pronounce in our american accent, but literally translated, this perfume means water of the toilet. sounds attractive doesn't it?! you're wearing someone's ass-water for $40 a bottle. congratulations.


** this is my last post before i dive head first into my finals, but this is also the last post before i jet off to FRANCE!!! i will be in france for a week, and be sure that i will let you know how that goes when i come back :]  

fishified

alright, just because people keep asking, im going to share a little story as to why all my things have something to do with the word 'fish.'

once upon a time,

there was this little girl who got 

thrown into the pool at age 3

and was told 'learn to swim!'

so she did. 

since then she's been 

swimming like no one's business. 

she joined her long island high school

swim team and many people have 
commented that she looked like
 a fish when she swam. this girl 
also happened to be a baptized 
christian and we all know that 
the fish has always symbolized 
the christian faith. the -ed 
suffix is usually added to 
nouns and means having;
possessing;and 
affected

by.

the end.

now turn your head to the left!

does that look like a fish?

...swimming downwards?

...with red lips?
if it doesnt, then imagine it does.

lead me home

it's that time of year again!! the sun is out, the flowers are blooming, everyone is in a good mood [and if not, lets just pretend you are]. but no, i'm not saying that it's almost summer, but tis the season to be walking. most of you who know me, know that i grew up in a household of volunteers. having grown up around Kiwanis and Key Club, volunteering has been almost second nature to me. helping others get to a place where they deserve to be, whether it's just to smile for a day through chemo or helping them make a warm home for their children. no amount of money or time can ever buy this joy that comes from knowing that you helped someone along way. i promise, it's all worth it. 

there have been two organizations that are especially close to my heart, and two that i participate in almost every year, whether it be walking or donating. the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer was my very first walk, and i can't begin to tell you how incredibly amazing and what an honor it was to walk amongst a group of women on a passionate mission to make some noise and raise awareness. you could have been walking for a friend, for your mother, for your sister, for your aunt, it didn't matter, everyone's goal was the same--we all walked as one. the second one that i have supported is the March of Dimes . a mother's ultimate wish is to have all her children healthy and grow up to experience what she has experienced, and each child deserves this chance. the MoD makes this happen through research, trying to find cures and to prevent premature births. there is nothing more precious than holding a healthy and happy baby.

testimonies can only show you so much. in order to know what i'm talking about, you need to go try it for yourself. that feeling--it's almost unworthy of words.

March for Babies is coming up first with an April 26th walk in Manhattan. 

the Avon Walk in NY takes place on October 10-11. you can register now. 

going out and making a difference doesn't always have to be participating in big walks like these and it certainly doesn't have to be donating money to organizations. the simplest way to start is always with the people around you. lend a helping hand and you will be rewarded with a smile and perhaps a thank you, but you will realize that that's enough.

*for more information about registering for the Avon Walk, go to their homepage [linked above] and look to the right. pick your city of choice and register! as for the March for Babies walk, click the link provided, and you will see the purple box in the center of the page where you can search for teams or events.*

"You may drink the water, but always remember where the water comes from."

--my G-Ma

i don't normally write on the weekends because the weekends is my family time. but this weekend, i have to make a special exception. 

when i arrived home last night, my dad handed me a pile of letters that were waiting for me from the week and i had gotten several from Rutgers, my university. usually, i just rip them open just for the sake of opening it but this letter was different. this letter was telling me that i had just been selected to receive the Rutgers University Alumni Association Writing Award. This award was selected by the faculty and staff members of my university; and when i found that out, the award didn't matter to me as much as knowing that my professors still thought of me after i had finished taking their class. 

that quote from my grandma has always remained with me because in this simple line, it taught me the world about tradition and loyalty. my grandma has always taught me in her own funny ways, but after each time, i am blown away by this ancient looking woman who embodies all this knowledge just waiting to be discovered by anyone who would take the time to ask. 

this award is as much for my professors and teachers as it is mine. without them pushing me forward and encouraging me to find inspiration within myself, i would not be where i am today with my writing and certainly not the person whom i've become today. being a person is so much more complicated than just walking the earth. a person is raised with the utmost care and love, and carries a piece of everyone else who has ever left footprints in their wake. 

thank you 

pants of glory

so in the far left of my screen, i have my ichat turned on which in turn turns on my gchat, which is at the far right of the screen, because they’re one in the same for my ichat program and then i have my msn messenger opened as well because no one in hong kong uses ichat and then i’ve got skype up and running right next to my ichat and it’s ringing because my dad’s calling me, and then i’ve got oovoo running next to my gchat and my webcam is turned on because i’ve got five other people trying to talk to me on oovoo from canada, hong kong, the states, whatever, and that’s why i can’t stop the incessant ringing of my dad’s phone call on skype who hangs up a million times and then tries to call me again because he thinks that im just not picking up so i send him a written message but then he wants me to learn chinese so he responds in all chinese and i can’t read but maybe fifty words so i go and translate it word by word while ten other im’s are popping up from ichat, gchat, and skype asking me all different kinds of questions and expecting me to respond in two seconds after they send it and then on the far right bottom corner of my screen, an email notification pops up and says that i’ve got 50 unread emails from last night and so i open that and then another notification takes the place of the email notification and says so-and-so’s birthday is today so i head on over to facebook and say ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’ before i hear a ding from my itouch telling me that someone just tweeted me a message so i open that and type with one hand on my laptop as i finger-type a response to the tweet i got and simultaneously look up and smile at the people who are now watching me intently as i multitask and try to keep each conversation in mind as they all talk over each other with someone bursting out with a ridiculous laugh somewhere and then i return to my im’s and start a conversation over boobs falling out of t-shirts with one person; how another person’s room smells like weed with another person; and then i gossip with another girl about how some girl we both know needs to learn to take a shower before my cell phone rings freaking me out of my chair and when i look at the screen i see my dad’s face flashing me a smile so i walk away from my computer after writing ‘brb’ on my im’s and i walk towards my dresser as i’m talking to my dad and move to unzip my jeans to slip on my sweats before i realize. SHIT. they’re still watching.

these instant-everything’s are meant to make your life easier to communicate with the world, but i really think it sets me back a couple of paces when something like this happens.  all this anxiety comes from stuff like this; the fact that i said the wrong thing on the wrong im and that my cousin’s mother saw me half naked… on some days, i just like to turn everything off and let the world think that i’ve fallen off the ride for just one moment so i can steal a second to b.r.e.a.t.h.e  

going up!

i have to take an elevator daily in my life and it really surprises me that some people act like they've never ridden an elevator before! just like when you get on a plane, there are silent elevator rules that you have to go by and that you should know of if you live in this world...do us all a favor and adhere to some of them to make our lives all a little better...mmkay? O-K!

• hold the door for people who are rushing towards the elevator. it is not funny when the other person gets to the elevator and it closes right on their face and you're standing there with a dumb look on your face like you had no power in holding the [<||>] button.

• do not take the elevator up one flight of stairs--or even up four flights of stairs. you can do it. that applies for going down too.

• if and when the elevator gets crowded, do not spread your legs apart, puff up your chest, or put your fifty pound backpack to your side, and attempt to take up more space than you really need. i can see that you might be uncomfortable that these total strangers are now in your personal space but please, we're all just trying to get to our destination as fast as we can and we would love it if we didn't have to wait another ten minutes just to be shoved out of the next elevator.

• when an elevator arrives, let the other people who are already on the elevator, get out before you rush in. you are not invisible and people cannot walk through you. 

• don't fart in the elevator when you're alone in there, because oxygen goes into the elevator, but nothing really ever goes out until the doors open, meaning that you might have farted when it was going down from the 20th floor, but the person getting on from the 10th floor will still smell it. like i said before in my other posts, your mother is lying to you--your farts do not smell pretty.

• stays true to sickness as well. no one will blame you if you get sick; it happens. but since elevators seem to get smaller and smaller each century, please don't cough on other people or sneeze a rainstorm on the person next to you. just because we don't have an immediate reaction does not mean that we didn't feel it, but that we're just trying not to be rude and spray ourselves with antibiotics.

• if there is no space in the elevator for you to reach over and push the button for your floor, then say politely "11th floor, please." ten times out of ten, the person closest to the buttons will push it for you if it's not already pushed. do not reach over everybody and go push the button like no one's business. once it's lit, it's not going to make the elevator go faster if you push the button fifty times at once.

• keep your voices down, especially if you're speaking another language. it's a metal box we're all standing in and much to your surprise, it might echo or amplify your voice. despite what you think, people around you are not all that interested in how you broke up with your boyfriend/girlfriend and what you ate for dinner last night and how your doctor told you that everything down there looks nice.

• because its easy to be less than a palm's distance away from someone, it automatically makes it easy to see what the other person is saying through text or via email. don't do that! thats sooo obnoxious when you're being nosy in a place where you really don't have the right to be nosy. thank god most elevators are a 360° mirror nowadays. don't be fishy. we're watching... 

suspense my pensée

[yes, i'm in my journalism class right now--there's only three of us, but she's STILL teaching.]

we're actually watching the news in class because we have nothing better to do since no one showed up because of the rain. i sometimes wish i was that smart and think to skip class when everyone else is thinking about skipping class. but anyway, have you ever watched tv news and just wished they'd get going with giving you the actual news? especially during dinner time?

i mean, you're sitting there at dinner, ready to enjoy your roast beef or pasta or whatever you eat, and then the news comes on:

"next on the news coming up at 5:30 PM, we have found a new virus that may be present in your every day dinner! stay tuned to hear more."

so you do only what's normal and you sit and wait obediently for the following news session and you put down your fork because god knows if the news found something in roast beef or pasta.

"coming up in five minutes, the new virus found in our food. stay tuned to find out how deadly it actually is."

by now, you're probably just freaking out because this is dinner, which means that you've probably ate lunch and breakfast before and you have no idea what it could possibly be. could it be eggs? could it be bread? if milk can do evil things, then so can fruits!

"good evening, in our latest headlines tonight, a local hero is exposed when he rescues a little puppy from the gutter, trapped there since this morning. lets now head on over to jim," 

i hate it when it takes them forever to get to the actual news and by the time they actually get to it, which they happen to place at the very last minute of the half hour news, it's something stupid:

"and lastly what we have discovered may shock you...we have found that a moving virus can be found in your mouth which is then transfer to your food through your fork and back to other people in your family especially if you share! well that's it for tonight! have a good night and we'll see you tomorrow morning."

G-R-E-A-T, like that tells me the world...
this is one of the reasons why i can't be a news journalist.


ps. i made a mistake in terminology on my last post 'ohana.' the 24 "cousins" are my first cousins, and the 10 "first cousins" are my first cousins once removed. *these american terms bug the crap out of me. in chinese we all have separate titles for our male parent's siblings that are female/male, and vice versa*

ohana

a lot of people comment about how large my dad's side of the family is. it's always a shocker when i tell them that i have 11 aunts and uncles, 24 cousins, and 10 first cousins. someone had once even asked me if we were part of the asian mafia--which i still find hilarious till this day.

if you think about it, there are so many things that a big family like ours could do as a whole, like, we could take over all the major professions in the world or have a birthday in every month, etc. [actually, the birthday thing in every month is already kind of true, but that's really out of our control because we can't command when we get a new member...] the one thing that seems most plausible as of now is having all the letters in the alphabet.

my cousins and i were actually counting this out over the weekend [they were on spring break and i was just bored] and found out that the only available "slots" left for us to eat the alphabet are only: F, G, I, O, Q, T, U, X, Y, and Z. the most used letter happens to be A with 8 people and the letter S and K are tied with 7, but only K has no repeats. only the letters C, H, and N have one name to it. we have 3 "jrs." and only 2 families with only 1 child, and a female cousin-in-law who spells the name "joyce" like this: joiz. as for the K names, we have kasie [me], katherine, karen, kaitlin, kayla, kent, and kenny.

you follow me so far? good. it's really not that hard to remember everyone, i swear. we all meet almost every friday so if you stick around long enough, you'll get it.

registration

alright, so i just registered for classes for next semester, and it totally doesn't make sense to me.
i only have two more classes that i need to fulfill for my general requirements and major and i'm done...but I CAN'T GRADUATE YET because i don't have a total of 120 credits!!!

how DUMB is that???

it's not only stupid that they make you stay until you've got 120 credits, but do they really think we're all made out of money? it's also a waste of time to stay in school and take crap courses to fill up credit needs. for goodness sakes, i'm taking guitar classes next semester and a class on how hip hop affects today's culture. it's even sadder that these courses actually exist on a college campus...

friend: why are you taking a fiction writing workshop??

me: thats actually considered a fun course for me...

friend: are you retarded?

but the best thing about registering this time is that it only took me 5 seconds!! the last couple of times, it has literally taken me about half an hour to register for classes because our system would be so backed up. i wonder if people forgot to register [like i did] or if they were actually smart enough to fix it this year?

duck line

come follow me on twitter !!!! 

i dont know where we're going, but do it! 

you know you want to :]

!finished!

i'm finally finished!

what you'll notice that is different -

• at the very top before the post is a new navigation bar. the buttons are self explanatory all you have to do is just click it. 
• at the very right at the top, is a new music player. these are the most current songs that i am listening to; most likely the top five on my itunes (minus any chinese songs). 
• the cbox and twitter have remained, but underneath the twitter is a new counter. i've always had one, but i thought i'd include you readers as to how many people have actually visited my blog as a courtesy. 
• all the way at the bottom left is the archive where you're welcome to go back as far as october of 2007. 
• next to the archive is my picture and the blogroll. blogroll is a list of all the blogs i keep track. they are listed by latest update. 

hope ya'll like it :]

!construction!

construction!!

im in the midst of changing up the blog. so please bare with me. 

sphanks.

to be depressed

ever feel like you're at the wrong place in life? like, you're sitting where you are but you know you don't belong there but someplace else; and you know in your heart where you SHOULD be, but you can't go there, or you don't know how to get there. there are moments when i love what i'm doing and i think i'm working towards what i want. i even have separate goals for this road, but then there are other moments when i doubt that this is clear to me. that this is truly what i want. at these moments, i don't know whether to tell myself i'm just dreaming or if i'm just telling myself to take a different route.

i still wish that life would be a little easier and have someone point me in the right direction and never look back. but at the same time, i know i would never allow that--to let the fun be taken out of life. 

i know the "correct" path that i'm supposed to be on, the one i had picked out myself. but then there is this "off-road" that i'm yearning to try. i had once talked to a professor of mine of my off-road dreams, and she had told me to go give it a try and that my education will always be here for me to return to. if i never go try it, i will always be wondering, what if? she had no judgement of me, and i'm entirely grateful for that. her advice still resonates in me, and i think i've gotten myself nearly convinced, only except society continually revolves around me, telling me i am only wasting my time.

i know i said a whole lot and you probably still don't know what i'm saying, but that's okay. this week has been depressing for me, rendering me completely uninspired to write anything remotely interesting. so i figured, why not complain on my blog? so i did :)

i love writing for people to read. 

i don't doubt that.

america processed

firstly, i hope everyone's spring break was nice and even if you didn't get to go anywhere, you had time to relax.
secondly, over my break, i had bought a pair of scissors and this is where my post is derived from:

is it just me, or do americans have a really funny way of packaging their goods?

||scissors|| if you've ever bought a pair, you know what i'm talking about. it's covered in like, government plastic, which requires a scissor to open your new scissors! so if you're buying scissors for the first time, good luck.

||light bulbs|| perhaps the second most fragile thing next to a baby's head. they are packaged in THIN paper cardboard...yeah. i don't really get that logic. they really should wrap it in bubble wrap and then stick it in government plastic. seriously, not enough things are bubble wrapped around here.

||pickles|| are always packed like sardines in their jars. and by the way, sardines aren't all that packed. the saying should be changed to 'packed like pickles.' it could catch on. but anyway, there is never enough room for fingers to grab a pickle so you end up sitting there minutes at a time trying to strategically move them around in the hopes of getting ONE free while you get pickle juice all over the place.

||toilet paper|| if you're going to glue the first flap down, then don't use freakin super glue for goodness sake. it always takes me a long time to find the first flap like the toilet paper manufacturer intends to make me sit on the toilet and spin the damn roll this way and that way to find the flap. they should do it like tape. have the first flap decorated with a design or tape a big red arrow that points to the flap. it's irritating.

jibber jabber

last week, i had been writing my dates as 4/3/09, 4/4/09, and 4/5/09 on all my notes. even though i consciously knew that it was march, i kept writing april...and i had no desire to go back and change it. i'm getting ahead of myself, but that's nothing out of the norm for me. maybe it's just me [because i haven't met anyone else who does this] but i think faster than i speak or write. so as i'm talking to you, my mind is already sending in the next couple of words and it always confuses the hell out of me when my mouth says something completely different because it couldn't catch up:

FRIEND: what answer did you get for that 

question she gave us in class?

ME: oh, i just said that gatsby represented the 

american lifestyle in the '20's which was 

lavish and washing

and of course my friend only catches that last word and nothing else i had just said. i had wanted to say lavish and wealthy and that fitzgerald was washing all that dreaming out of his reader's minds--bringing them to realism. but no, all we could focus on now was the fact that i said 'washing' at the wrong time. 

p.s. this is my last post before spring break. my brain doesn't ever function when i'm on break and my friends can vouch for that. don't have spring break yet? ---sorry...but i will be having fun ;]

uʍop ǝpısdn and sdrawkcab

˙unɟ ɐpuıʞ ˙ʇɐ ƃuıʞool ǝɹ,noʎ ʇɐɥʍ ʇɐ ʞool puɐ ʎɹʇ llıʍ ǝldoǝd ɹǝɥʇo 'pǝǝʇuɐɹɐnƃ ˙spɹɐʍdn ǝɹɐʇs puɐ ʇǝǝɹʇs pǝpʍoɹɔ ɐ ɟo ǝlppıɯ ǝɥʇ uı puɐʇs ¿unɟ sı ǝslǝ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ noʎ ¡ǝlıɯs ˙ǝldoǝd ʎddɐɥ sǝʞıl ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ ¡uosɹǝd ʎddɐɥ ɐ ǝq ˙pooƃ ¿ou ˙ǝqʎɐɯ ˙ƃuıɯnɟ ǝq ʎlqɐqoɹd p,noʎ puɐ 'ƃuıɥƃnɐl ʎlqɐqoɹd ɯı ʇnq 'ʇı ƃuıop ǝɹ,noʎ ʎɥʍ ʍouʞ ʇ,uop ı ˙ǝɹǝɥ oʇ dn ƃuıpɐǝɹ dǝǝʞ noʎ ɟı noʎ oʇ sdoɹd ʇnq ˙sʇnoqɐpunoɹ ˙ƃuıɥʇou ɟo ɥɔunq ǝloɥʍ ɐ ǝʇoɹʍ ʇsnɾ ı ˙ʎɐs oʇ lɐıɔǝds ƃuıɥʇou ǝʌɐɥ ı ˙noʎ ɹoɟ ǝɹǝɥ ƃuıɥʇou s,ǝɹǝɥʇ ˙ʇı ɟo ʇno ƃuıɥʇou ʎlǝʇnlosqɐ ʇǝƃ puɐ ƃuıɥʇ ǝɹıʇuǝ sıɥʇ pɐǝɹ noʎ ƃuıʞɐɯ ɹoɟ ǝɯ ǝʇɐɥ ʎlqɐqoɹd p,noʎ uǝɥʇ puɐ 'ǝɥɔɐpɐǝɥ ɐ ʇǝƃ ʎlqɐqoɹd p,noʎ uǝɥʇ ˙pǝʎǝ ssoɹɔ ʇɥƃıɯ noʎ 'lnɟǝɹɐɔ ǝq ʇnq 'pǝıɹʇ ʎllɐǝɹ noʎ ɟı ʇı pɐǝɹ plnoɔ noʎ ǝɹns ɯı ˙plnoʍ ı ʍouʞ ı ¿sıɥʇ ǝʞıl ʇsod ǝloɥʍ ɐ ǝʇoɹʍ ı ɟı ǝɥɔɐpɐǝɥ ɐ noʎ ǝʌıƃ ı plnoʍ

SQUISHY?!

I THINK NOT ASSHOLE

old tendencies

yesterday, i was completely out of my element. my mood was just down to my ankles and i wanted to clam up. so i did. after class, i rode the train to our nearest city and just walked. i didn't really know where i wanted to go, but i ended up at a local supermarket, and i ended up going up and down the asiles for almost an hour and a half. i didn't notice it while i was doing it, but afterwards when i caught the train back to school, i felt so OLD. why the fack was i grocery shopping when i wasn't happy?? where the heck did that come from...that's what my mother does! so then i started to wonder what else i do thats supposedly beyond my age---and the results were quite frightening, to me at least.

1. like i noted before, i like to grocery shop when i get a little down. for some odd reason, it relieves my tensions. i dont have to buy anything but looking at the products makes me a little happier, but usually i end up buying food that i don't normally need. swimming used to do it for me, but now a pool is not readily available.

2. i have the urge to do full out cleaning once in a while when i have nothing else to do. i will literally go from one side of my dorm room to the other, cleaning it, which would mean wiping the drawers with sanitary wipes, vacuuming, and cleaning my sheets. when i used to have nothing to do, i used to watch tv. but now thats not as satisfying as cleaning my room until it smells like oranges.

3. i love baking when im home on the weekends. i will make a ridiculous amount of baked goods that i know no one will finish, but that doesn't stop me. i will make cakes, cupcakes, cookies, rainbow cakes, whatever, and after making it i usually don't end up eating it. i just like displaying it and watching other people eat it. before at home on the weekends, i'd go ride my bike, fix my stories, go shopping, paint my nails...but now...not so much.

4. i cut out recipes in magazines but i never cook them. i just like to collect them. i don't know why i do it, but whenever i go through any magazine and i see a recipe, i'll automatically cut it out if it sounds like something i'd eat. i also have a tendency to cut out designs that i'd like to see in my future home. who knows, maybe i'm nesting.


i'm going to stop at 4 because ya'll are probably already making fun of me. so you can just sit pretty.

bathroom woes

i was in the bathroom the other day after i had watched a movie with a friend and i was getting myself nice and situated on the toilet and i reach over to grab some toilet paper and i get maybe two squares before it breaks. so i go back and try again and this time, i get one square and then i start getting annoyed. by the time it was my fifth time trying to pull the damn toilet paper out, i was coaxing it to come out...you know, pulling it out very slowly and feigning patience as my butt hangs to dry. by now i probably dont need the toilet paper. but WHAT IF the toilet paper never came out, or it ran out?? im sure there were times when you girls have just dashed into a stall and started to pee without looking over to see if there was toilet paper. then what happens?

well, i've heard of these tales before, but i've never actually done it myself, BUT ONE. and you can guess which one, cuz i ain't tellin you which one.


socks
they say that if you're seriously desperate, then you need to take off a sock [or maybe both, depending on your situation] and use it like napkins. you better pray to god that you wore clean socks that day if you ever decide to do that...


eye glass wipes
the dry cloths...im not talking about the ones lined with alcoholic cleaning stuff. can you imagine?! after that you wouldn't be only having toilet paper issues...


tampons/pads
only if you happen to be that lucky to have a spare lying in your purse somewhere, but really, if you were that lucky, then you would have had toilet paper


butt hang
this one just calls for you to sit there for like, fifteen minutes and let it air dry. simple, sanitary, but just a tad embarrassing if there's people outside waiting for your stall because you're not exactly doing number two either: "sorry! im waiting for my pee to dry!" 


post-its
people carry these around and surprisingly, paper is a good soaker-upper. granted it'll take a couple of swipes, but you'll get there. just remember not to use the sticky side.


im telling you, going abroad as a foreigner teaches you many things, and one of those things is to bring your own tissues. in hong kong, they don't give you napkins so you bring your own. depending on the toilet and the place the toilet is located, they'll have tissue, but mostly, they won't. so you bring your own. i've learned that much...however, there was this one time i had menthol nose tissues with me...it felt breezy, not gonna lie.

caught in the act!

ever stand next to someone for a picture and not know what to do? it really irks me when those digital cameras take forever to take that picture even after you've hit that button. when i'm standing that close to someone and we're both holding some sort of pose, i am always conscious of what i'm doing or what the other person is doing. and then i notice our breathing patterns and then thats when i kind of stop breathing and my smile freezes and it ends up looking real fake. sometimes i just want to turn to the other person beside me and blow in their face. but the most awkward thing about that situation is that you can't really move. you're forced to stay in that position! its almost as if the camera is playing with your head. just as soon as you move because you think you still have a second, it flashes and is like: I GOT YOU BITCH! WHAT NOW?!

then at this point, you end up wanting to take another picture because either your mouth is open like you're dying or one eye is closed. so, the cycle starts again.

*not having an orgasm...*

twits

it seems to me that the latest trend that seems to be going on is twitter which i nicknamed twits because it just sounds funnier that way. i would have had a ball if it was twatter. 

anyway, i dont really get why it's so fun, but i would just like to say, i had it before it became popular. if you look to your right, it says that my first twit was may 5th 2008. im so proud of myself. 

but for those of you who still have no idea what i'm talking about, twitter is a social networking program that lets you communicate on the go. meaning you can use your cell phone and update your "followers" with a simple text. per say: "i'm pooping" or "my baby is coming...like, now!" you know---just in case this technology driven society isn't already enough updated about people's daily lives. 

you can see that i only used twitter a couple of times, not because i dont think it could be great for other people, but because i thought it was stupid. but im brining it back onto my blog because i thought ya'll would like to know my every step and every move, just in case this blog wasn't fully satisfying. so, you're welcome. 

*picture: compliments of wikipedia*

fire TRUCK

this is wrong in so many ways, but it's so funny. 

why kids should get candy and not anesthesia

iwant

i doubt people will argue with me when i boldly declare that apple inc. has taken us all by storm. especially the iphone. and if you can't get the iphone because you're not with at&t then you most likely have the itouch [like me].

welcome to the 'ibelong to apple' club. 

so now that you own one of these things, you're ready to take the next level and discover all the other great things that us apple users can enjoy--such as apps [that's short for applications]--but no one says the full name; get with the macgram. at the app store, conveniently located in itunes, there is every app you can think of from more-than-neat dice games to apps that tell you which restaurant to eat at with the money thats left in your wallet. some of those apps are kinda weird--creepy--i have to admit. one in particular that caught my eye was an app called ipregnancy. and just like the name suggests, it's a pregnancy app. once you know when you've conceived, you put that information into the app and it'll give you all the information you would ever want to know about your pregnancy. meaning, they'll have 3D photos [of someone else's baby] to show you at what level your peanut is in and it also boasts a name picker. 

i still think it's a little weird. but i guess its for people who really want to have every step planned out. so go take a look at the app store. maybe you'll find a cool one that'll suit you. i know i love the classics app [its a book app] and tap tap revenge [!]