Friday, December 12, 2003

Winter Break

You know what, I have nothing to do during winter break, and when I have nothing to do, I do what I do best: work.

So my new mission in real estate: selling my parent's second property. I told my parents a while ago if they fixed the place up I would sell it. Well, the time has come; it's time to get it on the market. Seven people want to buy the house. Jesus Christ. It sure isn't going to hard to sell. It's just the process and paperwork that's just a pain.

In high school we had finals after winter break so even if you were super bored you could at least study or something. Plus, in high school, there are a lot more people to hang around with, even if it meant wasting time and money. In college, my college friends are just all over northern/southern california and the rest of the United States and former co-worker buddies are mostly out of state. There's only a couple people I keep in touch with from high school and I can count them on one hand. I never thought I needed a whole bunch of friends. What I need and want are true friends, like my best friend Joann, who I wouldn't talk to for like 3 months but then just pick up the phone and talk like nothing had changed. I love that.

I talked to vanessa today, left a message for Joann, and called my broker. Vanessa and I want to get people together again to hang out. She told me Color Me Mine was closed on Larchmont. Sucks because in high school that was one of our fun weekend activities, then we'd go eat pho. *Le sigh, yup, those were the days.

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Food Poisoning II

Ah jesus, I had to go to the hospital again today because the pain got worse...

This time I didn't go in an ambulance so I had to wait in the ER waiting room for about an hour and I was literally dying. "Someone shoot me. Someone shoot me". Then they finally called me in to ask me questions which I obviously couldn't answer because I was in so much pain. I was like, "Sweet Jesus, I was here yesterday. Just look at the damn file. It's in that pile..." and sure enough it was. Eventually they put me in a room and I was sent up to get an ultrasound. The doctors thought I might be developing appendicitis but 2 hours laters the results didn't show anything abnormal with my appendix, so they were clueless. I was getting irritated at that point because I still had pain and I had been in there for 5 HOURS. Eventually I just said "Look, it's not food poisoning because I'm no pooing water, it's a bacterial infection, can you just give me something for the pain?" And the doctor said something along the lines of, "That's could be likely. Let's just start you on a course of antibiotics" and then I realized I had just freaking diagnosed myself.

The doctors at Marin General Hospital are idiots. No wonder they're known to be famous for killing people.

Monday, December 08, 2003

Food poisoning I

I was in the hospital last night, sick with food poisoning or something. The doctors didn't really know what it was. It all started at 11 or so at night i threw up at least 4 times. An ambulance came and took me to the hospital. They gave me two bags of IV and about 6 shots including morphine because the pain was really bad. It hurt so bad I wanted to rip my guts out, like a burning, nauseating, shooting pain. My friend stayed with me the whole night even when he had a math final at 8 in the morning which was really nice of him. I had a math final too but obviously I had to skip it. I came back from the hospital around 4:30am and went dead asleep until about 10:00am. I can't eat much right now, not really nauseated anymore but I have no energy to walk around. This happened at the worst time, finals week! *Le sigh...

Friday, November 07, 2003

New family member


I got a chinchilla today! I named it Pikachu. : )


Sunday, September 14, 2003

Star Sighting

So today we had a star sighting. We accidentally cut George Lucas off. He drives a gold Acura.

Friday, August 01, 2003

Kobe Bryant

I believe Kobe Bryant’s case involves pure and simple greed, where a woman targets a celebrity or prominent professional and uses the threat of a rape to extort money from them. I came to see that there are several reasons why a woman would lie about being raped. The most common, is the get back at a man for something. Other times, women are trying to cover up for something they’ve done wrong. Or they might be trying to extort money or are simply mentally imbalanced. I believe that this girl is psychologically unstable.

These falsehoods trivialize the experience of real rape survivors. Innocent men are arrested and even imprisoned as a result of bogus claims, and the precious resources of criminal justice agencies are wasted. The overwhelming number of reported cases is legitimate, but just one false accusation makes skeptics think the next women’s claim may also be untrue, and for that, every rape victim after that.

Kobe Bryant, being as famous and good-looking as he is, is a substantial target. The girl is suffering by being called a whore and a bitch. She even had to leave school because students were giving her such hell. Does she really have to go through all that?? Ok you Laker fans, I know you love Kobe but let's be sensible here. And yes, if she did accuse Kobe Bryant of rape just to gain attention, she should definitely have to face consequences, but we don't know exactly what's going through her mind. She could merely be an insecure girl crying her heart out every night because no one understands her. Do normal people see that? No. She doesn't need people calling her a whore and a bitch. What the girl realy needs is a self-esteem and of course, therapy.

There always in the court system has to be a substantial amount, actually more than enough evidence to support the fact that a woman had been a victim of rape. So people, unless you know what this evidence is, and trust me you don't, don't go "poor Kobe" or "what a bitch" just yet. He is, in fact, on trial for rape. For a case like this to reach court, there had to be some type of solid evidence to back the girl up. But let's let the court do the judging eh?

Monday, July 21, 2003

Old People Shouldn't Drive

SANTA MONICA, Calif. - An 86-year-old man whose car plowed through a crowded farmers market, killing nine and injuring up to 45 others, had recently damaged his own garage with his car, police said Thursday.

Police said Russell Weller told them he may have hit the gas pedal instead of the brake Wednesday, hurling victims into the air as his car careened down a street closed to traffic. Eight victims were pronounced dead at the scene and a ninth, a 50-year-old man, died later at a St. John's Hospital, spokeswoman Barbara Bishop said. Fourteen others were critically injured.

"Sixty miles per hour and it wasn't slowing down. It was flying. And then people down, dead and everything," said David Lang, manager of a shoe store along the market route. "I heard a car just hit, bang, bang, bang," said Mojgan Pour, 38. "I heard people screaming. By the time I looked, I never even saw the car. I tried to help a man and he died while I was helping him."

What's scarier than a teen just starting to learn how to drive? A senior citizen at 80 still driving.

But people argue that they have the same rights..blahblah..etc..You can thank the wonderful people over at the DMV for letting people renew their licenses through the mail so even when you're 40 you still have your picture from when you were 16. Even if grandma can't see correctly out the windshield, the DMV will pimp her for her monthly social security check and grant her a license renewal. How fucked up is that?

Have you seen an cadillac or a buick on the freeway going 15mph below the speed limit in the slow lane? Or honked at an older person twice because they wouldn't go at a red light? Or a car with one of the signal lights on flashing away but they're not even aware? Grandma or grandpa doesn't even realize her hazards are flashing away. However, every other human on the freeway does and avoids the slow lane like the plague.

WATCH OUT! HERE COMES GRANNY!

Imagine a 90-year old granny getting into her early model 80's Cadillac or Buick; taking 10 minutes to load her walker into the backseat and another three minutes just to adjust her plastic hip from a standing to a prone position. When the car starts, granny can back up and enter traffic in less than 10 seconds. No, no... she's not a pro racer, mind you. She just backs into oncoming traffic with no regard because she feels that the world revolves around her and that people might just notice the blue handicapped placard on her license plate and yield to her blind driving. Which usually happens because no one wants to pay higher insurance premiums because of grandma Harriet or whatever. Yet, the DMV will still allow them to continue driving around the general public? That's more hazardous to the public than allowing terrorists to release airborne-spread Ebola and SARS in a downtown metropolis city.

So the moral of this rant is: old people NEED to take an annual driving test and an eye exam, period. People with Alzheimer's need to be evaluated every six months. End of discussion. If they need assistance merely trying to walk, they should not drive. If their legs are so weak they can't suddenly slam a brake pedal or accelerate out of an accident, why should they be able to? If they can't see, they should not drive. And if they are hooked up to a breathing machine, they definitely should not f*cking drive. HOLY CRAP. WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY STOP BREATHING? God only knows....

Do all elderly people cause a hazard on the road? Of course not. There are people who drive well past 90 without any problems. However, if they have difficulty working the pedals or turning their head fully to check blind spots when changing lanes, miss traffic signs or stop lights, have drivers honking at them all the time, get lost or disoriented easily, confuse the brake and accelerator pedals of the car, are hearing impaired but don't use hearing aids, are on medications that cause sleepiness or dizziness, been pulled over by the police for driving too slowly, and/or have family members that express concern about their driving ability, then YES they need to get their butt off the road. I used to drive my grandfather everywhere even though he insisted that he was fine driving by myself....trust me he wasn't.

And everyone who's reading this can hold me accountable -- if I ever reach an age where I need diapers or where I can't even remember who the President is, then please, do the following: Find some of the best drugs you can find on the market (my children will reimburse you), and drug me up! I want to see pink elephants, an Asian/Black/Hispanic Senate, aliens, and God. In that order. Capisce? It would prevent me from endangering someone else's life because I was too old to act logical.

Friday, June 20, 2003

Children's Books

I decided to compile a list of the books I remember reading as a kid, and one day I'll read these to my kid (very long time from now, haha). Most of these are classics, but stars are next to my favorites, teehee.

Corduroy*
Chronicles of Narnia
Ruby the Copycat
Goodnight Moon
Blueberries for Sal*
The Very Hungry Caterpillar
Stone Soup
Where the Wild Things Are
If You Give a Mouse a Cookie
The Indian in the Cupboard*
Charlotte's Web
James and The Giant Peach
Stuart Little*
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory*
The Witches*
Number the Stars
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe*
Meet Samantha
Goosebumps
Bernstein Bears
Miss Piggle Wiggle
Pippi Longstocking
Robinson Crusoe*
Mary Poppins
Witch of Blackbird Pond
The Mitten*
The Very Busy Spider
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs*
Tikki Tikki Tembo*
The Giver
The True Story of the Three Little Pigs
Jumanji
The Secret Garden*
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
The BFG
The Rainbow Fish
The Wizard of Oz
Strega Nona
The Napping House
Where the Sidewalk Ends
Light in the Attic
In the Night Kitchen


...to be continued

...all I could remember for now, but I know there's more. Will add on later.

Monday, June 16, 2003

Vegas Competition

It was really fun but it was ass melting hot, about 102 degrees average from the 5 days I was there. We were booked at the Venetian in Concierge Palazzo suite. The room was awesome!

Shopping at the Grand Canal Shoppes and at the Forum shops at Caesars Palace. We had vouchers for the Bellagio Spa to get massages before the competition so we headed over there and got Cabana massages by the pool.

The competition itself was a piece of cake. Not once did I go over to the rink to practice before the competition. That probably would have been a good idea. I skated around twice during practice and messed up my routine both times. I don't know how I did it but somehow I still managed to get first place. I'm just as confused as you are.

Club Ra in the Luxor is way overcrowded (and overrated). Some guy spilled his drink all over my blouse. I caught a taxi went back to the hotel and Jennifer didn't come back until 10 in the morning.

That day we went swimming and I now have somewhat a healthier glow. Pastiness is what occurs when you stay in a rink all day.

Sunday, April 13, 2003

Susie's Bridal Shower

Yesterday was Susie's bridal shower and it's been an extremely LONG day. I got to Susie's house at night and we spent the night cleaning up her apartment and finding recipes for the brunch the next day. When the alarm went off at 5:00am, I couldn't get her ass to get up, so when she finally got up around 8:00am we had to rush with a bunch of errands before the guests got there. That was complete chaos. We had to stop by Ralphs, get strawberries, get bridal shower favors and when we got back we had about 2 hours left to put everything together. Let me tell you I have never chopped, peeled, grated, whipped and cooked THAT fast in my whole life. Anyway, Karen was the first to come and set up candles for the candle party (she's a rep for party lite). Then Linda and the rest of the people came. We ate and lounged around for a while and opened shower gifts, then Linda, Karen, and I decided to go over to Macy's to do some shopping because we still had a bit of time but we were late to come back to Susie's when the line for checkout took forever. We had an appointment at Burke Williams Spa at 3:30pm and it was already 3:00pm. So we speeded back over there and picked everyone up in the Rover and we rushed over to the spa.

The Burke Williams spa was at the Block of Orange and it was the first time I had been to that particular one. We all had appointments to get massages but Julia made sure beforehand to tell the spa "I want your hottest masseuse...and I mean HOTTEST". While waiting in the waiting room someone came in to get Susie...and when Susie left that's when Julie said "Oh my f*cking god...is that the masseuse!?? Susie is going to kill me!!" Fortunately, the guy who came in for Susie WAS NOT the masseuse....that was relief...haha...We soaked in the hot tub while each one of us were called in for our massage and jesus christ I went into the massage with like ten knots in my back and about an hour later I came out with NONE.

After the spa we went to El Torito to eat then Dave & Buster's for drinks. Mind you, I don't drink, not can I drink, but I still got in some how. Guess it's because we all look similar. It's either some people looked young or I looked old. Either way we got in and had tons of fun. It was karaoke night and Linda & Claudia got up on stage piss ass drunk and started grinding each other to the song "Walk Like an Egyptian" while the rest of us pretended like we didn't know them until the guys sitting at the table next to us announced we were a bachelorette party on the mic so we had to sing and dance because we were all in the spotlight. Damn! Afterwards, Susie and Linda decided they wanted to go to a club nearby so we started heading over there except we didn't really know where it was so we got lost and Linda's navigation system was being dumb, but we eventually found it. To our surprise it was a teeny bopper club so we decided to call it a night. What a fun but tiring weekend. Now I need to take a nap or something because I need to go stop by work in about an hour...

Tuesday, February 25, 2003

“one thing that i DO enjoy about being single is....i wake up every morning...and everytime i step outside, everytime i go to the grocery store, everytime i walk around campus...i think...maybe this is the day...maybe is the moment when i meet her....at any moment....it could be the one i remember for the rest of my life. and that's exciting.”

-David at Stanford

It is exciting isn’t it? But you know they say, the best things come when you’re least expecting them to, so I shall not expect.

Boys are my savior and at the same time the bane of my existence. Whatever happened to the good old days when they just were boring to play with and had cooties? : /

Thursday, February 20, 2003

Never Give All the Heart


NEVER GIVE ALL THE HEART

NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

--William Butler Yeats