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Friday, October 29, 2004

What time is it?

I woke up this morning, instantly. It's the kind of waking up you do when you feel like a truck just hit you or you just remembered something really important. I immediately looked at my alarm clock - blank... not the blank where it's flashing, either... just blank. I look at my cell phone: Shit! It's 9:15... I'm late for work and I'm still in bed! I get up and go look at the microwave to see if its display is blank too - yup, it is. I instinctively go to the fridge to check if the food is still cold... Gross... it's room temperature... I hope my milk didn't go bad... Should I throw it away? I brush my teeth in the dark and then run to work... So, here I am... this sucks... I hate blackouts in the morning :(

Anyway, I'm deciding what to do for Halloween and I came across this kewl site... I think Jenn and David are gonna come out with me on Sunday night to West Hollywood's Carnaval after Jenn is done with work... I'm still deciding what I should be... because I'm on a budget, I don't want to spend money on a new costume... So, I was thinking of being a porn star and just wear some lingerie that I have around the house hehe My friend said I should get a cheap blonde wig and be Marilyn Monroe... I said, "I can't believe you said that! What? I'm gonna be a Marilyn Monroe with slanty eyes?" hahaha Jenn is gonna be a dominatrix (whip and all) and David is gonna be our pimp or something like that :P

What is everyone else doing for Halloween? Anyone have ideas of some cheap costumes? Chris thinks I should be a boy... but how am I gonna get drinks paid for me if I'm a boy? Wait, I'll be in West Hollywood... I just might get a cute boy to buy me a drink after all ;)

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Blogs and Porn in the 1920's...

First, I'd like to say, "Where did all the blogs go?" Did everyone just get up and take a vacation??? Nobody is posting anymore... I better see some blogs, people. Otherwise, it's curtains for all of you... hehehe :P

Secondly, was there pornography in the 1920's? My sources say: yes, there was. So, my next question... Do you think the same fetishes existed back in the day? Think water sports, scat play, beastiality, rope bondage, and any other fetishist kind of sexual play you can think of... Did it all exist back in the day? Frankly, I can't imagine a flapper getting pee'd on... but that's just me :P

Adam says I have too much faith in people... hehehe What do you guys think?

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

In Los Angeles, there were flood warnings by the National weather advisory all over the city. In fact, I woke up to rain splattering on my face from the wind being so strong that it blew it past the awning, through the screen of my bedroom window and onto my face, waking me up. WTF is that? I had class and I really didn't want to go, considering the weather. But I decided to go anyway. I did not expect what I saw when I got to ground level.

The streets were fully submerged in water! How the hell did the streets get flooded during my one hour nap?!? It was so flooded that the sidewalks were starting to flood too! So, I'm outside with my umbrella and I need to cross a 4-way stop to get to school... the streets are flooded... but the side I'm on doesn't look that bad... I can see places to where I can jump to keep my feet dry... So, I hop, jump, and skip my way to the middle of the street which is raised above the water. When I got into the middle of the street, there was a river between me and the other sidewalk. There were cars honking at me to "move it, or lose it". I looked up the street, then down... there was no way to get across... it was a moat... So, I couldn't really see how deep it was... It didn't look too bad, although the water was literally churning in and of itself. I swear there were eddies in there...

I jumped from my little dry spot into this fucking river and my feet and legs were soaked up to the knee... then... and get this... the water starts rushing past my legs so fast that I couldn't stabilize. It was like swimming and trying to stand at the same time... the water took me up and over and then SPLASH! My ass was in the water... fully soaked, hair, wool clothing and all! People on the other side of the street were like "Holy shit!" The current was so strong that I got pulled "downstream" a little before I got back up. I got to the other side and people were like, "OMG! Are you okay?" This was by no means a small fall. At that point, all the people who were thinking of maybe attempting the river, turned around and went back to where they came from.

I went home, totally soaked and freezing. I took a hot shower because I couldn't feel my fingers or toes anymore and just stayed home. I fucking hate the rain! And WTF is the deal with floods in So Cal? Ugh.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Holy Shit...

My body is so fucking sore! I went to Kung Fu class last night. It was in West Hollywood at Plummer Park, and I'm not very familiar with that area. So, I got lost and I was almost late to class. To my surprise, there were a lot of activities being held there, like wrestling class, old people chess club, tennis league, and of course, the Northern Shaolim Kung Fu class. Anyway, I eventually found the location of the class after being an ass and asking people dressed in all black if they were part of the Kung Fu class... Then, I went into the wrestling club and they tried to recruit me for a 10-minute jog around the mats - no thank you. So, eventually, I found my way to this outdoor asphalt "arena" where a bunch of people were dressed in all black doing stretches.

I joined in on the warm-up, and as soon as I walked in, everyone stopped what they were doing and greeted me by introducing themselves and shaking hands :) So, we went through the different positions like Crane, Horse, and Cat stances (which all take incredible leg strength) and practiced Shooting Star kick, Twists (really fucking hard and confusing), and then tried to do the splits and torturous ab exercises! (One of the ab exercises consisted of laying on your back, arms outstretched to each side, and then picking up both legs, and while keeping them perfectly straight, toes pointed up, rotate your legs all the way around your body without arching or bending your back. It's called Full Moon. Holy Fuck...)

The class was really fun! I haven't sweat that much in a long time. I sweat so much that sweat was literally dripping off my hair! Gross, huh? I was so happy that another guy gave me his extra water bottle. Otherwise, I would have just died. It was hard! I learned how to block effectively, punch without hurting myself, and the opening moves of Lim Po and Iron Cage blocking. Unlike what I had previously thought, the class was not one hour: from 8-9pm... The class went from 8-10:15pm and I hear some of the advanced students stay until 11! So, it is a really great value for my money! :)

I thought it was so fun and exhilirating that I've decided to buy the full year in advance :) And even though I thought I could learn the fan all quick, I've been SO humbled... I can't do shit :P I'm so excited to go next Monday :) I slept like a baby last nite... but then woke up like a ho, sore from the previous nite... how does that work? :P hehehe

Monday, October 25, 2004

Budgeting...

So, after my little saving money rant, I decided to put my own ass on a budget. Over the weekend, I reduced my landline, internet, cell phone, and electricity bills by $40 a month overall. All I had to do was make a few phone calls and inquire about their plans. Then, I budgeted my $400 a month in food and fun to $210 a month in food and entertainment - $160 a month for groceries, household purchases, and other stuff a month and $50 a month for fun and going out to eat (guess I'll just have to go out with more people who will pay for me hehe j/k)

So, I got my absolute living necessities down to $1,150 a month ($775 of that being rent... geez, I should move into another place or get a roomie :P) Now, I think I can go get that martial arts subscription :) I'll be going to my first class today @ 8pm to see if I like it :) If I pay for the whole year, I'll get 2 months free and 4 free private lessons (all valued at $440). Is it a good decision to just buy the year in advance?

I was thinking of wearing my little steel fan hanging off the side of my hip as a cute fashion accessory. And then pop it open at clubs and shit and be like, "Look, I'm asian. Tee hee." :P Then, if someone tries anything, I can be like "Waaaaaaaaa!" - the sound of an asian girl preparing to attack with her kung fu fan :P

Friday, October 22, 2004

I'm Such a Messy Ho...

I swear... this apartment is NEVER clean! No matter what I do, even if I've cleaned it yesterday, it's still fucking messy. So far, I have the bathroom done... I just have to work backwards now... The kitchen is the worst... there's dishes in there that I haven't washed since before the hospital fiasco Maybe I just need to move into a smaller apartment. Then there wouldn't be as many rooms to clean hahaha :P

So, I've been debating buying cable TV... It's only $40 a month, and according to my last blog, I'd get way more than 5 hours of enjoyment out of it. But then again, I want to join Harmonious Fist Martial Arts School and that's $100 a month! It's not a truly good value, but I'd be doing something for my body and learning a kewl skill - how to whoop ass ;) I'm still torn... sit on my ass watching Friday nite line-up -OR- learn how to throw poison darts from a fan? Hmnn...

Speaking of my last blog, I need to cut down on my spending! It's out of control! I looked at my credit card statement and I'm spending like $500 a month in food and gifts and more food... Wow... talk about taking my own advice! Maybe if I cut back $100 in eating out, I can get cable or martial arts training... hmnn... Iron Chef reruns or being an extra in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? Hmnn...

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Bad Spending Habits Revised...

Whenever my friends get into debt, who do they call? Me. Why? Because I save money like it stopped printing last week. This is not to say I don't get out and enjoy my little luxuries every once in awhile, but I definitely don't overdo it... It's sad when you see your friends going out and spending money they don't have... stuff they could do themselves like hiring a maid versus cleaning up after their own shit... or taking some beauty time to do their own manicure and pedicure (besides, you would do your own manicure and pedicure BETTER than a salon because they aren't always interested in doing a quaity job but rushing you out of the chair for the next client - it's all about volume)

I always tell people, "Spend within your means." But what defines a person's means? Salary. What do you get paid per hour? How much money are you receiving for an hour of your time? To me, you should at least have as much time having fun as it took to make the money to engage in it. For example, I make $8.50 an hour at my tutoring job. If I go to a restaurant where my meal will last an hour and cost about $8.50, then it was a good deal. If I spent $8.50 and I didn't get to enjoy it for an hour, then it wasn't a good trade... I spent more time making the money to enjoy the food than the actual time I'm spending enjoying it! If I spent an hour there and the meal was $4.25, then I've doubled the value of my dollar! This is where I assign value... Obviously, the more you make per hour, the more you can reasonably justify spending on luxuries and necessities.

The second thing I always tell people is to cut corners where they can. If I went to McDonald's 3 times a day and each trip cost me $5, I would be spending $15 a day or $450 a month. If I could substitute just one of those trips by cooking at home a plate of spaghetti (around 50 cents a serving, if that), then I save $4.50 a day or $135 a month! If I cut back on 2 meals at McDonald's a day and substitute it with a spaghetti lunch (50 cents) and a taco nite ($6 for 4 servings - $1.50 a serving) then I save $8 a day! That's $240 a month! Just in savings from food! When I tell this to people, they are appalled that it can add up to so much! Even if you just opted to not super-size it, that's 40 cents x 3 times per day x 30 days = $36 a month... just for a super size! With $36, imagine 4 new books a month, or a cute new top, or some new porn haha :P

Either way, bad spending habits can be changed with a little restraint and a little logic. If we can make better financial decisions, then we can stay out of debt, keep good credit ratings, avoid interest payments, and put away a nice nest egg or savings account for that new car, that new house, that new dress, that new toolset, that new video game, that spa facial, or whatever your heart desires :)

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Random Comments

So, here are a some random things I wanted to bring to your attention:

Charles' blog was really funny.

I updated my website.

I think I've discovered why we have nightmares. See Little Eyes' blog.

Can you believe these Chinese weapons? Check out the description of the Bagua Iron Fan... poison needles? How "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" is that?

Also, for any of you who are techies or don't know about this awesome site... click here.

From Mike's blog, I took this test:

DisorderRating
Paranoid:High
Schizoid:Low
Schizotypal:Low
Antisocial:Low
Borderline:Low
Histrionic:High
Narcissistic:Moderate
Avoidant:Moderate
Dependent:Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:Low

-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --



And finally, thanks to everyone for putting up with the super lengthy malice debate... I just had to have the last word... HA! :P

Happy surfing! :D

Monday, October 18, 2004

Maliciousness: Prey or Victims?

What started off as a simple rant turned into a heated discussion between Chris and Anonymous... To any of you who are interested in what the debate entails, click here.

First of all, I’d like to address the claims made about my actions... Anonymous (who will be referred to as “A” from now on) believes it is an act of malice to criticize someone w/o evidence or the chance to defend themselves. It is my opinion that malice does not exist in my actions for two very simple reasons: the evidence – hearing it from my ex himself and having it noted in an AIM transcript, and the chance to defend himself – like many of the people who know me, he also frequents this blog. If he wanted to defend his actions, he could simply comment in the comments section – I never delete comments.

In addition, I believe I have acted with the utmost respect to my ex by not identifying him (the identification was done by Chris) and not including a chat transcript in my possession that would be incriminating, yet boring to those who read my blog. Not disclosing a person’s identity is rather an act of consideracy, not malice.

Secondly, “A” believes I have forgiven my first b/f for cheating on me. This is not true. To forgive means to renounce anger or resentment against. Let me just say that I still feel much anger and resentment for what he’s done. It’s much like the relationship between an abused child and their abusive parent. You may be able to overlook what they have done, but you will never forget and therefore never give up the right to feel angry and resentful of their actions.

Having cleared my name, I shall now address the debate on malice. For the purposes of my argument, I shall show how prey and consent play into malice and address the differences between prey and victimhood in relation to malice.

“A” brings up a very good point when he/she says, “Of course you can stab a corpse, but I've never heard a steak complain.” Why would a steak not complain? Well, because it’s dead, and dead things don’t have much choice when it comes to what is being done to them. In fact, a steak is privy to any act done unto them because it doesn’t have a say in what happens. The steak could be called prey, or one who is defenseless in the case of attack, as could a toddler of an abusive parent; but in this case, a toddler is alive and has the capability to feel.

Now, the question then becomes, “Why isn’t a patient of surgery considered prey?” The answer is consent. The patient is consentual of the surgery to be performed. This nullifies their ability to be preyed upon because their basis for having a choice (unlike the steak) is consent. They consent to the procedure. What’s the difference between a stranger “stabbing” you and a doctor “stabbing” you? Consent, regardless of their intent.

Malice is defined as a desire to harm others or see others suffer. Anyone who would prey on a defenseless baby by abusing them is malicious. Similarly, mugging a helpless old woman is also malicious. Maliciousness, for the purposes of this blog, occurs when harm occurs to those who are unable to have a choice in the matter (prey), who are subject to the whim of others’ harmful intent (inability to consent).

Does the young woman who is cheated on consent to being cheated on? I would hope not. If she could be in the bedroom of her lover when he decides to cheat on her, then she is no longer defenseless in being attacked and is no longer prey because she has the ability to do something about it. So, cheating (because the person who is being cheated on is not present to give or withdraw consent) is malicious. This is why “swingers” are not prey and are not privy to defining “swinging” as malicious. Again, the difference between cheating and “swinging” is consent.

A victim, as opposed to prey, is defined as a person who suffers injury, loss, or death as a result of a voluntary undertaking. As we have defined maliciousness as harmful intent to prey without the ability to give consent, the victim cannot suffer maliciousness because they are voluntarily consensual of the consequences of their behavior. Take, for example, the drug user. There is a high chance that they will overdose, contract an STD, or permanently damage themselves due to drug usage. In this case, they are victims of any such consequences. They are inflicting this risky behavior on themselves – personal consent. This is the same with drinking, gambling, and “swinging”.

Taking a recent example in my life to juxtapose this, I was overdosed on date rape drugs at a club. Because of this, I was in the hospital. I did not take the drugs knowingly and therefore had no consent of doing so. I would be defined as prey and the act of drugging me, malicious. If I had taken the drugs knowingly (consent) and gone to the hospital, I would be a victim of my own risky, yet voluntary, behavior. The only maliciousness that would exist would be self-inflicted.

Going back to the girl who is cheated on... It is not the girl’s fault the first time she is cheated on in a relationship. She is considered prey that hasn’t given consent for such an act. After finding out she has been cheated on, it is her decision to stay with the unfaithful party or not. If she does stay, she is necessarily consenting to a risky situation. Much like the example of drugs, she now knows there are consequences to the risky behavior/situation. Therefore, if her partner cheats again, she is no longer prey and without consent. She has voluntarily and knowingly put herself in a situation that bears consequences. This is why people say, “Cheats once? Shame on them. Cheats twice? Shame on you.”

To counter “A’s” argument that cheaters are just as bad as flakes, as bad as liars, etc... I say, “Flakes once? Shame on them. Flakes twice? Shame on you.”

Favorites

I shamelessly stole this idea off of Adam's Blog...
My Favorite-
Book: Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
Color: Blue
Fruit: Mango
Band(s): I'm not really into most bands... I do like DJs like Paul van Dyke and Paul Oakenfold ;)
Food: Sushi, Chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and country gravy mmmmmmmmmm :)
Movie: Tous les Matins du Monde
Actress: Susan Sarandon - Check out "Lorenzo's Oil"
Actor: I think guys suck at acting... but if I had to pick... Jack Nicholson
Holiday: Thanksgiving... mmmmmm food! ...and then sleep hehe
Slushy Flavor: Strawberry Kiwi
Dessert: Raspberry Cheesecake
Blade: Bladed Tessen
Gun: I don't own a gun... but if I did own one, it'd be a shotgun that could kill an alligator :P
Quote: "Live loving life - love living life - no regrets"
Historical Figure: Do I really care? OK, Plato :)

Friday, October 15, 2004

Juxtaposing the third world marriage and the marriage of today

In peasant societies that are isolated from the rest of civilization, certain roles are naturally taken on by both men and women in the monogamous relationship. The man goes out and hunts an animal and brings it back to his wife. It is the wife's job to proceed to then make things out of the animal, like clothes, food, and tools. So, to turn this into a formula of sorts, the man brings in the resources, then the woman turns those resources into kewl shit ;)

Now, in the isolated civilization, there exists a desire to procreate for reasons of raising children to take care of elderly parents in old age. So, the women is also inclined to stay home and raise children while the man goes out to hunt for animals to bring home.

Today, many things have changed. People no longer have to worry about being taken care of in old age due to retirement savings and social security checks. Women now feel a need to be a vital part of the workplace. Additionally, women's rights are becoming increasingly equal to the rights of men.

The marriage of today offers women many more options than their third world counterparts. Today, women practice the choice of whether or not to have children. Today, women can bring in as much money from their career as men do. So, why, if conditions are better today than the third world, is there such a high divorce rate?

We live in a society where the "resource" we go out and "hunt" is called cold, hard cash. This can be traded for clothing, food, and tools - all the things the wife in the third world couple was responsible for. This fact that women's jobs as wives has become virtually obsolete coupled with the option to not raise children puts women in a very tricky situation.

Women today are caught between wanting to be taken care of by their husband and protectorate and wanting to feel independent of a life as just a wife of a man. Some women expect to be taken care of but do not want to fulfill the traditional role of siting at home to help stretch the dollar. Instead, women have turned to doing absolutely nothing worthwhile; they are not raising children, and they are not working jobs.

Because women are now not taking care of the couple's retirement (in the form of children) and they are more apt to spend money versus help stretching the abilities of the resources that is brought in by the man, divorce is much more imminent than that of the third world couple.

P.S. This has only dealt with the lazy wife and doesn't commend the good deeds of wives who work, the bad deeds of men who don't work and don't raise kids, nor the myriad reasons a divorce could also ensue. Thanks for reading :)

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Ugh... ex b/fs are soooooo not worth the trouble

Yuck... it's so not worth trying to stay friends with your ex's... it's like... "hey... it didn't work out for a reason... so, just let it go..." I have this thing where I feel that I have to be friends with my ex's. Maybe I feel like the whole relationship wasn't a total waste of my time if we can still be friends... but there is such thing as a bad person and I have to acknowledge that.

I think of all my ex's... my first is the absolute worst... I thought he changed... like he was a better person now... but he's still a waste of time... You know, I'm a really nice person... Even if I've been wronged, I'll make it a point to be there for people I've once cared for... I had this theory that if you really cared about someone that a piece of you will always love that person... FUCK THAT... I'm throwing that piece of me away then...

I HATE how he cheated on me and now I hear about how he's cheating on the next girl... things don't change... a person's capacity for maliciousness doesn't change... that's one thing I've realized about life... people may put up a front... change their actions for awhile... but inside, they're still capable of doing all the damage they've done in the past... it's so fucked up... why can't people just be good? Why can't bad people stop messing up the lives of people who don't deserve it?

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

The weather

Yesterday morning, I woke up to a thunderstorm! When I actually decided to get out of bed, there was only sun to be seen. The weather has been weird lately. Last night, it was so windy that you couldn't go outside without getting hit by soda cans in the street. It's all kinda trippy... especially since you rarely see weather like this in So Cal. What worries me more is the fact that the weather changes sharply and suddenly.

I'm doing really well in my classes this semester. I picked up my bio test today and I got a 90% which is surprising since I totally suck at science. I have an 86.5% in my Anthro class and I'll pick up my Psych test next week :) Not bad for an all upper division load ;)

I took up Mike K's suggestion of composing and have been composing string quartets in my spare time. It's really fun and I get a chance to use some of the knowledge I've gained in college :) I still want to pick up Tessenjutsu again (iron fan martial arts - think Kitana from Mortal Kombat). And Adam, let's see who's gonna ass-whoop who? ;)

Chris and his family are going through a tough time right now and I'm really worrited about them. I couldn't sleep last night. I wish there was something I could do, but it doesn't seem plausible with my school and work schedule. I hope everything will be ok with them. I don't know what I'd do without them...

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

People are so interesting

I am always amazed at how interesting other people really are... I was looking at Adam's blog today, and I was thinking, "How kewl is that to have such a unique hobby!" I want a hobby... and even though I'm a musician, no, it's not music... Music is simply a way for me to make money... not any kind of great passion, to be honest.

Sad, though... I'm a music major in college even though I should really be an english major or psych major... but by the time I decided I should be an english or psych major, I'd completed so many units towars the music major degree that I was like, "Eh, what the hell? I'll just finish it." Maybe I can get my masters degree in english or psych... how kewl would that be?

But I still need a hobby... I've always wanted to learn to sew and make stuff like arts and crafts... but I can't imagine being any good at that... and I can't imagine sucking at my hobby and still liking it. I've always told Chris that when I retire, I just want to play viola da gamba on my porch all day long. Until then, I guess I'll just be bored...

Monday, October 11, 2004

My mom got married!

...and my sisters and I all wore black to the wedding... is that supposed to be bad luck? Who cares? We looked good ;) Anyway, the kind of ironic part of the whole thing is that my Vietnamese mother married the world's second longest held POW in the Vietnam War... Does anyone but me think that's sort of weird? I'm just waiting for the night when she wakes him up from a bad dream and he punches her while screaming "Charlie!"

Anyway, I'm really happy for her :) Lew is a good man and will take care of her and treat her the way she deserves to be treated... plus she has someone to be weird with :P She's always sticking her tongue out at people for fun hehe I took a picture of her doing that once with my cell phone... so everytime she'd call... there she'd be, sticking her tongue out, head cocked to one side, with the word "Accept?" across her face... it sort of made you wonder :P

Well, here's to many years of happiness for Mr. and Mrs. Lew Meyer! It's so weird that the Nguyen girls are down to 3 now... I wonder which one of us will be the next to bite the dust? :P

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Grrr!

I finally figured out why I am so slow... I must have lost tons of brain cells when I got drugged! Grrr... now I'm really mad! >=(

Night Terrors, Part 2

So, I had another nightmare last night... This time, it was evening and I was wearing a fancy dress. I remember walking to my car which was parked in front of a 7-11 and finding my open purse in a tin trash can right beside the driver's side door. I picked it out of the trash can and looked inside for my keys and money. The keys were there, but the money was missing. Then, out of the corner of my eye, a hobo starts walking towards me, smiling. I start to walk backward and away from him, keeping my eye on him. He then starts running at me with the intent to harm me. So, I ran away from him, fearing for my life. The whole time, I wanted to run into the 7-11, a safe haven, but feared there would be more hobos in the 7-11 who wanted to hurt me... then I woke up.

I think these dreams mean something... Both engendered a feeling of total helplessness... like I couldn't protect myself or I couldn't do anything about the situation to make it better or resolve it. Both the hobo and the witch threatened my life... the very thing that I couldn't do without... much like sanity.

Yesterday, I got a bill for my hospital stay - $14,000. I'm a student, and I don't have that kind of money. Neither does my family... and it's stressing us all out. I feel completely helpess to do anything about this situation. Like I was victimized and there is nothing to say or do to make things better.

I'm really depressed right now because of the hospital bill thing :( But it's kinda interesting that my dreams have pointed out that I feel helpess and how I've been attacked... interesting how dreams work...

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

I love soymilk!

It is so delicious and nutritious! When I was little, I used to hate all asian food (even though I was forced to eat it all the time) I remember hating it so much that I would ask to leave the table to go poo, and I would take my plate of food with me saying that I would eat while on the pot... Well, I'd get in the bathroom and then flush it down the toilet! Then I'd come back with an empty plate and be like, "mmmm, all done!" I did this all the time with liver and onions (yuck!) There can't be any dish worse than liver and onions... I don't understand why it's so popular...

Anyway, I remember driving in the car with my mom and she'd make me suck on dried squid shreds... which, interestingly enough, wasn't that bad... it had this salty, "from the sea" taste hehe I remember hating coconut milk with the coconut flesh inside the cup... I remember my mom would freeze that shit and take it with her like a frozen Capri-Sun or something... I never understood how my parents could eat asian food... there is this one Vietnamese sauce that smells like ass... like it permeates the whole room! And my parents would just sit there and dip shit in it like it was so tasty... I always knew when they made that sauce... it smelled like rotting chickens... blegh!

The funny thing is that I LOVE asian food now (the food of my people hehe) I could live and die just eating Korean BBQ or sushi or pho or pad thai... just the thought of lumpia, dim sum, or Mongolian fire meat makes my mouth water! I used to think of the asian grocery store as the "ghetto store"... all that fish laying out in the open... but good lord do they have a variety of foods you'd never find in any other store! When you think of it, there are like 30 kinds of seafood on ice at all times! Mmmm... I just had some gyozas and some soymilk... life is good ;)

I... am... so... slow...

I feel so brain-dead! It's my first day back at work tutoring kids, and I just didn't know what to say to my first client! I feel like I lost brain cells at the hospital... The same thing happened my first day back to class since the hospital... I was sitting in bio and the prof was just going so fast! Usually, I can totally keep up with the fast pace of any class you throw at me... but this seemed like forever! It was like he was cruising at lightspeed and I was moseying up a hilly plateau! I just feel so dumb and out of it... it's depressing... Anyway, I thought I'd just complain for a little bit...

I was reading Nina's post about the Boys of Summer and I got to thinking about the words "boy" and "man"... The word "boy" denotes frisky, playful, sensual romps in discovering bodies and sex. The word "man" denotes seriousness and an austere nature. For instance, "bad boy" sounds kinda naughty and playfully teasing... "bad man" sounds like a rapist or misfit of society... sexual vs scary...

I personally like the word "boy"... I think it's cute and sexy... Kinda like "boyfriend" versus "manfriend" haha... I'd rather have Boys of Summer than Men of Summer and Naughty Boys than Naughty Men... am I alone in this?

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Freakin' Hilarious!

Night Terrors

How often do people wake up from their sleep because of a bad dream? 4... maybe 5 times a year? Well, I haven't had a bad dream like this in a long time. And I was seriously so scared that I thought it was real for like an hour, even though I knew it couldn't be real... I could not get myself back to sleep and I kept looking around my room all paranoid... Geez... you'd think I'd be able to just shrug it off, but nightmares really bring out the little girl in me.

This one involved a group of friends and some family breaking into an old witch's house and stealing something (or maybe we were just touching the magical artifacts). Anyway, this witch knew we were messing around with her stuff so she starts screaming from the second floor of her house. So, we all run out and across the street to the garage of one of her neighbors and pretended like nothing happened. Well, I'm standing around with some friends and we're talking when I see the witch approach us with a giant machete/sword. I'm so scared that I can't talk, move, or even point. My friends are all asking me what's wrong and by the time they realize the witch is behind them, there are 4 heads rolling around on the floor with 4 decapitated bodies.

OK, keep in mind there are like 20 people who broke into her house... so, at this point, everyone is running around and screaming. Now, here's the scary part... she doesn't even have to swing the blade... all she has to do to kill you and make you bleed everywhere is reflect some light off her blade and shine it on you! So, people are getting slaughtered... my family, my b/f... everyone... and I'm hiding under the car in the neighbor's garage and I can see her feet from under the car walking around it like she knows I'm there... like she can smell me... and I can see her blade too... and I'm just praying that it doesn't catch some light and slaughter me underneath the car.

There is one other person hiding with me under the car... and after awhile, we think she's left and gone back home... so this guy slips out from under the car only to discover that she's been waiting there to kill him... and I just see his body fall to the floor... blood spraying everywhere... and his decapitated head rolls under the car and hits me in the face... and I wanna scream... but I can't because the witch is out there... and then I woke up so scared...

I believe dreams do mean something... but I'm not sure I want to know what this one means... Seriously, what could be the deeper meaning behind my loved ones all getting decapitated and me just waiting to die?

Monday, October 04, 2004

X-men Legends Weekend

Because I'm still recovering, I decided to stay in this weekend and just take it easy. Well, what better way to take it easy than to play video games all day? And that's exactly what Chris and I did - starting at 9am and going into the wee hours of the night :P The only breaks we took were for food, the bathroom, and sleep.

If any of you were interested in X-men Legends, it's a freaking hard game! Buy it for your kid or husband if you want to keep them busy for a good couple weeks ;) Seriously, I'm a veteran game player, and it took us a nonstop weekend to finish it. Definitely a good buy for the amount of playing time you'll get out of it, and it has a kewl versus feature that features all the X-men available ;)

Here's a funny thing... boys are so serious about their video games! Chris snapped at me a few times for letting Iceman fall to his death or some other Iceman related catastrophe. He really loves that Iceman :P Of course when Storm died, I pouted until we reloaded from the last save point :P We came to the concensus that whenever one of our fave characters would die, we would just reload... simple as that ;)

You really get a sense of how your relationship works when you're playing a 2-player game. One person wants to go this way... the other person wants to go that way... and you have to compromise or you won't get anywhere... You also really get a sense of your own personality and what you really think of the other person. The one thing I said a lot this weekend was "God, you're so slow! Just let me pick you up and fly you around! I'm faster" hehe