I was leaving the cafeteria before, and three people were coming in – not together, just at the same time – all in a row.  So I couldn’t get out and I was off to one side trying to wait until they passed even though no one was moving over to give me room, and I thought, “MOVE!” loudly and rudely in my head.

Only I said it out loud and the person closest to me started, shocked, and looked at me like “WTF”.  HAHAHAHA.  I didn’t even realize I said it out loud until they looked at me like that.  Oh well.

And just now, I smelled milk/dairy so I went to sniff the cream cheese on my bagel to see if it smells BAD, and accidentally moved too fast or something- there was a disconnect between intention and action- and let’s just say, cream cheese got up my nose.  -_-*

Learned a lot last night about wine and how we drink it… very interesting.  I met Maximillian Riedel! 

I had a bunch of stuff to say but now I’ve forgotten it all so oh well.  Here’s a photo for you.  This is what I saw as I walked up to my building this morning.

The bagpiper on the right was doing the normal bagpipe song (I have no idea what song it was- the one that starts off neee… neee… and then the drumming breaks out; whenever I hear a bagpipe, it’s doing that) and then broke out into a song that I instinctively recognized.  I even knew the words, and later on, in the elevator, I thought, “Why the hell do I know the words to this song?  Isn’t it a military theme song or something?”

From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli
We will fight for right and freedom

(That’s from memory; I just Google’d it and got this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marines’_Hymn.  My memory isn’t that great, I guess, and it’s the Marines’ Hymn.  Hmm.  Interesting.) 

My dinner last night, before I went to consume 4 glasses of wine for a PR press event.  Hehe.  I love being press.  I also scored, as the goodie bag, this: http://www.amazon.com/Riedel-Vinum-Extreme-4-Piece-Tasting/dp/B00005NJEW/ref=pd_bbs_4?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1211551443&sr=8-4 - this would make a nice gift, if it weren’t so damn expensive, I know a few people I would love to gift this to.  (Not my set, a brand new one.)

Before drinking.

Alright everyone, HAVE A FANTASTIC LONG HOLIDAY WEEKEND!!!  Be safe

me~

That song creeps me the fuck out.  But oh well, it’s a good song, probably one of the few (or only) Pearl Jam songs I know the lyrics to.  Or even know. 

Anyway.  The people at work are annoying me.  To no end.  They complain about being fat and shit and then eat monster egg/cheese/bacon (or sausage) bagel sandwiches for breakfast.  And get ice cream, chocolate, snacks during the afternoon.  Look I don’t give a shit how fat you are (or aren’t), I really don’t, but I don’t want to fucking hear you complain about if you don’t take steps to fix it. 

That’s one of my biggest issues with people in general.  Complaining to me is fine because I complain all the damn time, but please do not complain consistently about the same issue and either take no steps to fix it, or worse… continue doing the things that you know will ensure it will never change.

Example 1: “I hate my job.  I’m underpaid, undervalued, it sucks, and no one cares.”  REPEATEDLY.  Over the course of YEARS.
Solution: Hunt for a new job.  Speak up at work and ask for a raise so that you’re not underpaid.  Bring documentation to support that request.  Perhaps even tell them you have another job offer.  Whatever.  UPDATE YOUR GODDAMN RESUME.

Example 2: “Ugh, I’m so fat, I am disgusting, I am a slob.”
Annoying as all get out: my response:
“Oh… do you want to work out together?  I could use a running buddy.”
“Running?! No… I hate running.”
“It’s the fastest way for me to lose weight/fat.  Well, how about this, it’s a lot easier to cut out calorie drinks from your diet.  So either drink water or diet drinks.  I would suggest cutting out soda altogether.”
“But I looove soda/coffee with lots of sugar and cream/whatever!!!”
“Um.  Okay.  How about just take a walk after you’re done eating lunch every day?  Even a short 10 minute walk will help.”
“Nooo, I can’t do that, I [insert really lame reason].”
What I really want to say at this point: “WHY DON’T YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ACCEPT THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A FUCKING FAT ASS THEN?”
What I actually say: “Okay.” and then I walk away.

Seriously?  How many times a week do I have conversations along these lines?  Thankfully, none of these people are my friend, because I would not hold back and tell them to shut the fuck up already.  I know I could fix some of my weight-woes, but I do try hard to do so, and I don’t complain about my weight every day.  Actually, I can’t remember the last time I complained about it – I do mention it in passing occasionally but I never whine about being fat and then shove more chocolate in my face.  Ugh.

Oops, I’ve had this open again since 10 am.  Aiyah. 

Anyway, here’s a picture for you guys.

Hooray for yummy lunch choices!

I recently had a “How do I clean this…?” conundrum.  Actually, I had two.  And the more important one is still eating a hole in my heart.  So maybe I should address that first.

Umm… you know that really expensive handbag I caved in and bought a month or so ago?  I don’t even need to hear how stupid I was, I know it was stupid, but put it this way, some food got on it.  Not wet food, but worse: oily food.  I know the bag is treated with something so it doesn’t stain and most dirt should just wipe away, but there’s an oil splotch.  I dabbed at it, and nothing, and then I used a bit of hot water on a paper towel and dabbed at it more, and still nothing.  It’s really annoying the doodie out of me not just because it’s ugly, it’s dirty, but because I’m genuinely concerned how food-oil will attract bugs and other items that may like to eat my bag.  So.  Any thoughts?

***I emailed the manufacturer and am waiting to hear back from them, but so far, no response.  Boo. 

Ok, but the one that Mommy wins it for is the DIRTY TUB CONUNDRUM.  I’ve been living in my apartment for about 2 months now, just a little bit more, and the bottom of my tub would NOT get clean.  I don’t understand it because I know I didn’t scrub the tub in our old apartment that often (if ever) but then again, that wasn’t my job.  I just know that this never happened.  And it was annoying the CRAP out of me.  I sprayed it with Scrubbing Bubbles, rinsed/wiped/whatever, and the next day it just felt… slippery.  I hesitate to use the word “slimy” because that implies a viscosity, a thickness that wasn’t there, it was just slippey.  And not “wet tile/ceramic” slippery (I have rubbery grippy ducks and frogs on the bottom of my tub, anyway, and the bottom of the tub is textured to prevent slips/falls)… just… I don’t know. 

Anyway, I asked around to everyone I know “How do you clean your tub?” and everyone had varying answers.  Mom had the best answer for a lazy person: “I use Clorox spray once a week, spray around the whole tub, let it sit for a few minutes, then rinse it away.  Do it once a week so it’ll always be this easy, if you let it go, it’ll be too hard/stuck on and you’ll need to scrub it instead of just letting it sit.”

So last night I used it and my entire problem solved like that *snaps fingers*. 

Mommy wins it!

Now, if only she knew anything about leather cleaning…

Sigh.

Shake it off, shake it off… Slipped into a bit of self pity but yet not, there for a lil bit… Fact is, I made the choices I did that make my life the way it is.  Busy,busy,busy, was my choice… so stop fucking whining and get over it.  Yea I’m tired.  Yea it sucks.  But yea life goes on… people do it.  Some people do a shit lot more than I do and don’t complain (I don’t know how or why… complaining relieves so much pressure…).  So stfu and move on, move on.

Besides… it’s all taking steps to reach the goals I set for myself.  I knew it would be hard once I put the ball in motion, I knew it would be time consuming and aggravating, so… why am I all down about it?  It’ll get there… we know it will.

I was invited by a friend to go to a panel discussion on Asian Americans in media.  I have extremely idealistic views and didn’t agree with much of what I heard.  One woman was so angry and bitter that she made me cringe every time she spoke.  She was extremely aggressive and outspoken – kudos to her, I guess, for that – but the anger and bitterness really came through and just, wow.  I guess I see being AA through rose-tinted glasses; I’ve always seen it as the best of both worlds, picking and choosing what I wanted to embrace and what I wanted to kind of ignore/avoid. 

I’m an assimilationist… I’d rather be viewed as a person rather than an Asian American.  I am waiting for the day when other Americans will look at me and not see an Asian who is possibly not American… but will just see a person.  Sigh.  Being Asian defines only a portion of who I am…

It’s too early for me to be properly forming the thoughts around that, and I’m sure people will comment on it, but… whatever.  I don’t feel like explaining.  Bah.

Yum, another easy-peasy bento.

Off to sleep under my desk

and kisses to DW… if you win both today… special surprise for you when you get home LOL… actually I bet I could find his address… how creepy would it be to start sending him presents?  HAHAHAHA or the collection of photos I’ve been taking while he’s at bat… *shakes head*  I’m a lunatic.

Yeah so before this past week or so, how many Americans do you think could even point to Myanmar on a map?

Yeah?

How many do you think knew how to pronounce it?

Uh huh?

And how many, pray tell, do you think even knew there was a country called Myanmar/Burma?

… yeah.

…

Silence?  Nothing to say?  What’s that?  Ooh… Mets got your tongue… I know

Let’s see… rained out game on Friday (and I’ve got GREAT seats for really cheap… will DEFINITELY be going to the makeup game!!!  Thank goodness for people who are all “I don’t want to sit in the rain for baseball!”), 7-4 on Saturday, and 11-2 on Sunday.  Wow.  You couldn’t ask for a better score.  I mean, if anyone can come back from an 11-2 deficit, it’s the Yankees… but they didn’t.   

*gloat*  Part of the reason I’m gloating so hard is because if it’d been the other way around, I’d never hear the end of it from all the Yankees fans around me!  Muhahahahaha! 

So here’s my weekend recap:

If I go out all three days of the weekend, I am incredibly tired and don’t feel refreshed on Monday at all.  And I don’t get ANY personal stuff done (though last night, productivity hit me at 11:30 pm and I washed many of the dishes that have been in my sink for ages.  Gross, I know, but I DON’T HAVE TIME, see why I’m stressed?  Hopefully I can get to the rest tonight, we’ll see…).

Friday: got last minute awesome seats to the Yankees/Mets game for half-price.  Went to over to my friend’s place to wait to see if it would be rained out – she’s the one friend I had who quickly agreed to go with me to the game since BF was tired and had to work anyway.  Game was rained out, we went to grab cheesesteaks from the only place in the city I’d go for cheesesteaks (other than this place, the only places I’ve ever had cheesesteaks are all in Philadelphia).  No pics of the cheesesteak, but yum, they went to play beer pong, and I went home to pass out.  On my way home, I see this:

Woohoo!  This is the place where I got this pastrami sandwich. That was less than a week ago!  Gross!  I tried looking up their violations but I guess they haven’t been updated yet on the website since the last inspection before that, they only had 2 pts (lower the better).  Bahhh~!

Saturday: Brunch for one of my (two) mommy friends.  (Yes, out of friends that I actually hang out with, I only have two with kids so far.  Phew.)  Food was good and not too expensive price-wise but portions were small… review to come… I actually managed to get more pictures of the food this time than I normally do when we go out for birthdays (I don’t normally bother them for pictures). 

Birthday mommy’s son and I.  Isn’t he adorable?!  I’m obligated by law to say he’s not as cute as my nephews (see, my sister can disown me, I don’t think my friend would mind, though), but he’s about a year younger than my older nephew and super rambunctious already.  Hahaha. 

After brunch, the mommys headed home with their babies (the other mommy has TWO kids already!  TWO!!!, and her first was at the same time as the baby above!), and the non-ball&chained people headed off in separate directions.  I wish I’d gotten a picture but we ran into this weird parade going down Broadway, the part we caught started with what looked like Latino pride but then a bunch of mishmash came after, then a bunch of dancers, and finally, a huge group of people dressed as random superheroes (but not ones you’d know!).  Just like… caped and random, you know, superhero-ish costumes.  Very weird.  Too bad I didn’t snap a picture of this one Asian-ish chick wearing rollerblades with these cool aqua green iridescent wings skating around and fluttering her wings.  It was like Ariel except on crack.

Then BF and I went to Harold & Kumar which was NOT as funny as everyone else said it was, and I got a massive headache and so skipped out on the one party I go to every year lol.  Oh well =P and on our way home from the movies, this happened:

He just attracts little kids like flies to shit.  I mean, honey.  LOL

Sunday: My mother’s day present to mom.  I stopped giving her physical presents because she has no lack of clothing or anything, really, except experiences.  So I take her wherever she’d like to go for her presents.  Funny thing is, she always requests the city/Manhattan.  I offered to rent a car and take her to Philadelphia, anywhere in NJ, or upstate, or LI, or wherever, but she wanted to go to the city.  Originally she’d wanted to go to Pearl Oyster Bar, but they’re not open on Sundays, which disappointed us greatly.  She had a whole list of places to go, and a lot of them weren’t open on Sunday… that sucked.  No pictures of our outing, but it was a day of LOTS of walking, hitting “the shoe store so big, it has its own zip code- 10022-shoe” (it really isn’t that big, whatever), more walking, and just… walking.  Shopping and the only stuff we bought were some groceries.  Hahaha.  I owe her though, I said I’d still take her out to Pearl Oyster Bar and the Union Square Farmer’s Market one day soon… when they’re both open and it’s not a weekend.  Hahaha. 

So yes, a very exhausting weekend…

But I still managed to slap together a bento this morning!

Details to come on Feisty Bento.

Happy Monday!

Walking through syrup.  The day is rainy… once again, weekend wash out.  I don’t understand why it won’t stop raining.  My plants are dying from lack of sun.  I pointed lights at them and they woke up.

I have strange waking dreams.  I wake up and they’re real.  I wake up again and they’re not real.  I don’t understand.

I’ve been here

well, have a nice weekend.

***edit

OMG I just remembered part of my dream.  Well I knew I’d dreamed I was part of Gossip Girl after I woke up and slipped back into a half sleep, but I ALSO DREAMED I WAS BAKING.  That’s how you know I’m losing it!  I don’t bake!

I must’ve dozed off while I was washing my hair (repetitive motion, warm water, so lulling), because when I got out of the shower it was 8:15.  Ummm… I’m supposed to leave by 8:15 to get to the bus stop in time to get the 8:20 and get to work on time (a little early).  Yikes. 

Did I fall asleep while posting this?  How did it get to be 11?  Well, I have no food pictures to share, so no one will comment on this anyway.  I’m just not handling my life very well right now, I can’t seem to focus and find the time to do the things I must (sink full of dishes, for example).  And the things I want to (writing more articles).  Sigh.

It’s free Iced Coffee Day at Dunkin Donuts.  I don’t drink coffee, but I will make an exception.  I like free stuff.  A LOT. 

Oh, I went to two free events last night… neither had goodie bags.  Boo.  But I am definitely going to get over to Bliss for some spa lovin’ soon… gorgeous facilities… and I did score another canvas shopping tote/bag.  Hehe.  I love those !!!  So environmentally friendly.  What wasn’t environmentally friendly, however, was all the brochures they were giving.  I didn’t take any  

Also, somehow, I managed to score a Duncan Hines press packet goodie bag filled with Duncan Hines goodies.  Interesting. 

Ta~!

never happens in one small instance.  It’s always tons of it at one time…

Descending into insanity once again.  Lack of sleep.  Tenuous grasp on reality.  Laughing at things that aren’t really there.  I dozed off on the bus home last night – I couldn’t bring myself to stay until 7, even though I need and want the $$$ – and woke with a start, scrambling to grab my glasses because I felt certain I’d missed my stop, the bus driver having announced it 5 minutes prior. 

We hadn’t even gotten off the highway yet; my stop was another 20 minutes away, and the first stop in Queens, 10 minutes.  I’d hallucinated him saying my stop’s name. 

I’m having nightmares again.  About bugs again.  I was at my mom’s house, and I looked over by the stairs and there on the wall was a large bug.  Similar to the ones I described last time except the legs were cartoonishly larger… they looked like blue claw crab legs.  Actually… no.  They looked like Dungeness crab legs, except bluish, uncooked blue crab legs’ color. 

This was a long, involved nightmare…

The person who used to interpret my dreams for me stopped talking to me months ago. 

*rubs forehead*  I can’t even really make heads or tails of my dream.  I mean, there are parts I get, and others I don’t.  A lot of people made an appearance, and at one point, I even said, “Today must be run-into-people-I-know day!” 

It wasn’t a good dream. 

Descent into hell.

And now, for a bit of mood lightener: apparently in FL there was a case brought against a high school for banning students from expressing support for gay rights.  Part of the press release, after the case was won by the student, says:

“Federal Judge Rules That Students Can’t Be Barred From Expressing Support for Gay People
Principal Said Rainbows Are “Sexually Suggestive”

But it gets BETTER!!!

“PANAMA CITY, FL – After a two-day trial in which a Florida high school principal testified that he believed clothing or stickers featuring rainbows would make students automatically picture gay people having sex, a federal judge today ruled that the school violated students’ First Amendment rights of students. “

HAHAHAHAHA BECAUSE I THINK OF GAY PEOPLE HAVING SEX WHENEVER I SEE A RAINBOW RIGHT???  DOESN’T EVERYONE???  HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.

And now, back to your regularly scheduled program, what you’re all really here for: pictures of food. 

How this…

became this.  Details later. 

Some demons to battle, and another day I don’t want to.

Sigh.