rbsn ~ excursive

lunch was: a surprisingly delish capellini pomodoro at olive garden. paired with the usual breadstick, stolen croutons from other people’s salad, and a sprite (yieah, that’s right, i’m classy). the boy’s shrimp pasta thingie wunn’t too bad either.

a day in which the usual quota for “why yes i’m too lazy to figure shit out before calling/no it’s never my fault it’s always your fault/just do this for me because i don’t want to think/everyone on the planet does things my way so you have to customize everything for me for free” type of calls exploded into the stratosphere. compounded by the fact that they felt it imperative to talk to me and me only — even for something as mundane as deleting a p/o. dammit you lazy asses. there’s only so much of me to go around. i can’t deliver your shit within five minutes if someone is demanding my attention every other minute. everyone needs to have this or that done since yesterday. tough cookies. if and when i deliver miracles, it won’t be for rude, insistent jerks. this is ludicrous.

yesterday was a total drag. my friends are all awesome, my mommy is all awesome, but i simply woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday and hated, absolutely detested, the entire day. soup to nuts. went to bed praying for the mood to pass and voila — today was utterly fab. crazy busy and yet i was able to handle the craziness. thank god. cuz yesterday sucked on several levels of severe severity. i wanted to hit people.

lunch yesterday was: pizza/garlic chicken salad/pasta alfredo at roma pizzaria. was ok. the garlic chicken in the salad was quite interesting. i think the meal was ruined due to my nasty mood.

lunch today was: dumpling house again! two types of dumplings/siu long bao/beef wrap/seaweed. tasted delish. was a major overstuffing session.

massive guffaws.

lunch yesterday was: not really lunch. been munching all morning on various stuffs so went for a dessert run instead at bj’s pizza. warm apple crisp that really wasn’t too crispy. i guess not everyone can pull off this dish. good vanilla ice cream though. liked the brownie in the boy’s pizookie much more.

bolstered by two venti lattes. i aim to STAY AWAKE. at least long enough to finish the homeworks.

so many unfinished deadlines at werk. boo. sucks. both for my level of guilt as well as just general suckage.

lunch yesterday was: dumpling house on baldwin. pork and celery and beef and siu long bao. paired with side dishes of salty-marinated cucumber+fungus mix and seaweed mixed with diced garlic. oh yumminess.

lunch today was: maki fusion sushi on huntington. rainbow roll + bobby’s roll + woman in red roll + spider roll + pickings from the boy’s beef teriyaki lunch box. not a terrific meal but got the job done (e.g. fill the empty stomach). i think i’ve just overdosed on sushi since i’ve had so much of it as a kid. meh.

back to the grind…

as one who opines a lot a lot, i forsee a possible splendiforous amount of time wasting. hmmm…..

also, recent addictions:
8 asians
and neatorama.
i’m slowly winding my way through the archives of both.
i call it “educational” and “enlightening”. my body calls it “go to sleep already you crazy net-data junkie!!!!”.

trying really hard to stop whining about werk-sucking-my-life-dry and moving towards the alternatives to flip this bitch around. right.

lunch was: tom yum gai at the thai orchid in arcadia. four (five?) bowls of rice steeped with sour soup and shrooms. a rather satisfyingly tart/sweet passion black tea with jelly, boba, and no ice.

lunch was: untoasted, freezing cold lemon tuna 6″ from togo’s. it wunn’t all that. much more enjoyed the second helping for the day of starbuck latte.

speaking of which…

TMI: me and starbuck’s latte
- tis a comfort drink
- purchased usually with the express purpose of warming my hands and my internal organ thingies
- half a venti will usually illicit stomach gurgles due to lactose digestive issues
- therefore leading me to vent via the posterior
- but oh so good sliding down my throat (and occasisonally burning my tongue due to a certain reckless greedy abandon)

and now, seriously:
i have a dream. i dream that someday soon my house will be cleaned — my couch replaced, that a giant knee-height coffee table will be plunked in the middle of the living room so that i’ll’ve a place to work on rbsn via the mousebot and external hd. i ask for so little dammit!!!

considering that it was mlk day yesterday, the previous statement (proclaimed at the top of my lungs while on the way home from work and doused with a caffeine high) was yet another one of those funny, coinkeedinkee thingies in life.

homework marathon this past saturday and sunday was actually a fabulous brainercise session. energized. reminded me of how much i so miss wallowing in hours of psuedo intellectualism. and how i so detest expending the majority of my brainpower and life energy into somebody else’ bizness. there’s more drive and sincerity in helping people at the current werkplace than the previous werkplace — but i still hate the fact that all my free time is devoted to another’s interests. so help me, i am completely all for finding the happy medium of being the responsible adult while doing something dictated by my terms. one of these days dammit.

why is enchanted still playing while the golden compass can barely be found anywhere?? because enchanted is backed by the might of disney?! fuck this. i hate being so busy and tired that i’ve missed catching compass on the big screen.

despite protests to the contrary, i really am a work-a-holic. at least once every evening (even on the weekends dammit!), i’ve to quash an urge to call up the boy and ask him to drop me off a half-hour early for the work day. wtf. the rational, reasonable part of me knows that the workload will never diminish, that anything checked off is only temporary and will be quickly replaced by some other heinous deadline, and of course, they don’t pay enough nor treat me well enough to be so dedicated. can’t help it though, it’s just within my nature. i’m not harried about homework or housework, just werk-work. ew. so disgusting.

lunch was: deeelicious 6″ tuna at subway. reminder to self — ask ‘em to toast the bread with the tuna and cheese on it. twas so toasty good.

now nursing: venti latte. oh latte — how i’ve missed j00.

latest sociology burn session: i like this text a lot. no dry academic journal that puts me to sleep. so yieah imma lazy thinker — making it all relative to the contemporary is the only way to suck me in.

while at starbucks ™ earlier, the cashier guy tossed around some light-hearted conversation. reminds me of how i really love that kinda interaction. harmless bs’ing between Laid-Back Slacker People. these days, i trade quips and smart-assery with the co-workers and/or talk under time-pressure. smart-assery with co-workers is always fun, and part of what wakes me up in the morning, but it isn’t the same as conversing with random cool cats in a coffee shop. something about the mood and atmostphere that simply can’t be duplicated elsewhere.

procrastinating on homework so will now wax geek fandom-ness about kevin smith. blame his latest blog post. and the fact that i love lists.

the writing style is in homage to the kevin smithster — the only film director i ever found to be fantastically hot and awesomely geektastic. i like him even when i disagree with his views through the deepest fiber of my being. like how i can’t stand his canvas peds but find pillow pants endlessly amusing.

me and clerks:
first saw a snippet of it in the half-assed communications class i took sophomore year at ucsd (wherein i already Could Care Less About Studiosity In A Collegiate Environment — but that’s another story). had no clue what it was about; was simply bewildered at how a black and white flick about some guy eating cereal out of a hat and using shoe polish to paint a sign was garnering the kinda whoops and hoopla you’d normally find at a “young people” concert (”young people”, of course, referring to such pop musak icons as barenekkid ladies). about a year(?) later, i finally caught it in its entirety, and while still slightly bewildered, was finding a tiny niggling nugget of affection for the utter randomness of raunchy slackers. 37 dicks? cool. starwars references? double cool. nevermind that my slow-to-get-it brain needed several viewings to grok the whole death star union workers sequence. from the first viewing though, dante’s laments on his do-nothing life choices snicked at the part of me that was also slacking in all things. didn’t get it then but i get it now. i’m always in awe of people who get it before i do.

mallratting:
the kind of flick to be seen on a crappy small telly set in a crappy small college apartment. with random college people wandering about with cheap alcohol while a small group of dedicated movie watchers (or mayhaps lazy ass fucks who can’t be bothered to get up and are thus “stuck” watching whatever’s currently on the tube) laugh and make so-called smart ass commentary. all the while most likely thinking in the back of their head “aw fuck, i can’t believe i totally get that — what the fuck with the third nipple?!?!?!“. which is what happened when i rented this ridiculously wtf-am-i-watching-moments-of-my-existence-onscreen flick one weekend in junior year at ucsd. some people were turned off by the third nipple (i remember thinking only that the chick had really pretty boobies). whatevers. saw this flick only that one tiime. am still on a mission to add it to my dvd collection. and get it on in an elevator.

chasing amy:
joey’s voice still kinda bugs me. but that’s the only thing that bugs me. she and everyone else were so spot on that it was like watching the lives of people i could be meeting down the street. i loved the honesty and the sincerity and the utter rawness. a flick that starts off with the usual laughs of classic smith-liners and never fails to end on a shivering note of bittersweetness. life and all its potential fuck-ups wrapped up into two hours. plus, it’s a constant reminder that, as long as the afflicted one is given an emotionally-wretched character to portray, he will do a bang-up job that leaves you slack-jawed.

dogma:
can’t even recall when i first saw this one. rented? theaters? hbo? whatever. the dialogue in here never fails to impress me. after numerous viewings, there are parts of the flick that seem to fall flat to me but the spirit of the story (no pun intended) and the pulse of the cast interaction within the last 20 minutes will always leave me glued to the couch. the afflicted one’s crazy explosion at the end is amazing to watch. and come on…dickless alan rickman? what’s not to love?!

jay and silent bob strike back:
aside from the fact that i love cameos with a sense of humor and also the fact that the shit that comes outta jay’s mouth never fails to crack me up — this is geek-cum-idiot comedy at its best. i fucking got up and jigged along with the song at the end. i don’t jig. ever. ever ever ever.

jersey girl:
screw everyone who thinks this film sucked. heartless bastards. brainless idiots. oh but wait. not your fault you don’t Get It unless it’s melodramatic emo crying or an endless loop of explosions and/or unrealistic car battles. some of us are just born empathetic to sincerity in storytelling — and some of us (which is about 90% of us) won’t feel anything unless the truck hit you on your face. god makes all kinds of people apparently.

clerks II:
crushing on dante as always. that and how i will never be able to hear “raindrops keep falling on head” now without recalling the bumper car scene and the dialogue following it. which will inevitably lead to me remembering the other car dialogue between dante and randall some time back about, uh, self-pleasurement. watched it the first time among a geek crowd and was mostly looking for laughs in, by now, the usual smith topics: nerds, geeks, sexual taboos, general inane banter. saw this again a couple nights ago. maybe it was the more intimate setting of my telly but what crystallized was the dante/randall thread. touched, as always. more life-affirming than any lion king flick.

these days i relish dim lighting. semi-fuzzed darkness so my eyeballs can rest after a day of frenetic action and constant computer screen glare. so the minute the lights go on full blast when i get home pisses me off no end. instantly hits my annoyance button. i’m irritated. my semblance of peace is gone. urgs.

hooray for finishing a bajillion projects today and still leaving behind a bajillion more. but i don’t care today. not stressing it. very much all with the eh…fuck it type mood. is it the blue cookie monster socks boosting the don’t-give-a-shit attitude? or the oh-so-fresh feeling that lingered after this morning’s shower-scrub session? whichever the cause, i’m simply enjoying life today. enjoying life and all its silly idiosyncracies. whatevers to everything.

lunch was: shrimp scampi drowned in garlic butter sauce. side of baked potato encrusted with sea salt and eaten between layers from two tubs of butter. two mugs of cawfee. one buttermilk biscuit thingie. tis highly probable that i’m likely die young. but i die happy with the knowledge that i ate every single damn thing i ever wanted to eat and thus fully satiated the epicurean in me.

exercise time would be nice though. heh.

in Utter Lazy-Arsed, Mentally Shut-Down mode.

after yet another week of frantic back-n-forth at werk, my brain is making the decision to zone out for me. cuz i’ve got zero motivation at the moment. wheeeee!!!!!!!!!

to say that i love steampunk is an understatement. i loved it even before i knew it was called steampunk. i like steam. i like shiny metal. i like creaky metal. i like victorian smashed into art deco. i like clanky robots. like, omg. love.

the last time i filled out one of these things was…when??

THREE NAMES THAT YOU GO BY:
1. jen
2. pupu
3. KUOHUIPU!!

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE OR HAD:
1. jedi master princess
2. redbean
3. ether

5 BANDS YOUVE BEEN LISTENING TO A LOT LATELY:
none actually. bought a couple cds but haven’t loaded them into the ipod yet.

6 THINGS YOU LOOK FORWARD TO:
1. staying at some fancy schmancy hotel for this year’s comic-con
2. getting the new camera
3. a clean house
4. the feeling after taking a well-scrubbed shower
5. trading stupid barbs with co-workers
6. doing nothing and everything with the boy

8 THINGS YOU LIKE TO WEAR:
1. bathrobe
2. jeans
3. glasses
4. socks
5. big sparkly rocks
6. tank tops
7. sneakers
8. huge, fluffy, winter jackets

7 THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:
1. stupid people calling in at werk
2. stupid people who think they know better than you calling in at werk
3. people telling me what to do
4. constant comparisons to my dad
5. current living conditions
6. the fact that i have to wash my hair every day or it smells (TMI? ha!)
7. selfish drivers on the streets of l.a.

5 THINGS YOU DO EVERY DAY:
1. yell nonsense for no reason at the boy
2. check custo, devart, webstats
3. worry about werk/life stuffs
4. trade stupid nonsense banter with the mommy
5. flip through specific telly channels just to see what’s on (showtime, usa, tbs, vh1 to family channel, fx to hgtv)

4 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH:
1. the boy
2. nat & david
3. minru
4. mishy

4 MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:
1. fifth element
2. advent children
3. all the pirates flicks
4. the mummy flicks

2 OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT THE MOMENT:
1. bright lights / matchbox twenty
2. up is down / at world’s end soundtrack

THREE THINGS I DON’T UNDERSTAND:
1. calculus
2. the persistence of stupid people
3. why there’s a black stripe through the nail on my left thumb

4 THINGS THAT SCARE ME:
1. images from japanese horror movies
2. endless infinity
3. the ocean at night
4. paper cuts

THREE THINGS I’D LIKE TO LEARN:
1. drums
2. 3d max
3. architecture

THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. glasses
2. old navy fleece pj pants
3. underoos

THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:
1. billing for next car payment
2. dead cicada in a clear plastic peanut tub
3. giant pink pencil tumbler

THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
1. go everywhere
2. custom design my home inside-out
3. start some sort of education program somewhere

THREE GOOD THINGS ABOUT MY PERSONALITY:
1. understanding
2. sarcastic
3. willing to compromise

THREE BAD THINGS ABOUT MY PERSONALITY:
1. willing to compromise
2. stuck-up
3. hate being told what to do

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. chinese
2. ego
3. tendency to analyze all human behavior

THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MY BODY:
1. me arse
2. my lips
3. my legs

THREE THINGS I DON’T LIKE ABOUT MY BODY:
1. too short
2. flubby due to lack of exercise
3. poor vision

THREE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME:
1. i blog and flickr stalk people
2. i’m not all that into girly things
3. i really, really don’t care. so stop talking.

THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST:
1. wtf?!
2. whatevers
3. dude

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO:
1. bhutan
2. shanghai
3. home

ALSO: cannot believe that there was a third thief game released and that i never knew. wtf.

as always, thank god for second chances.

also: past 6 days of sick leave/vacation have been the best de-stresser ever. really really worked. cuz i got the usual ton of crap at werk today but never freaked out or got mad. so i take back all that i believed before about taking a breather every once in a while. now recharged and raring to go baby.

i’m not one for new year’s resolutions.

it’s a neat idea but i’m usually for the all-year-long resolutions. still, there’s a nice, fresh feeling of anticipation — even above all the anxieties and recent mental disquiets. i worry too much because that’s how i work my way through dilemmas: rehash, remix, punch, and prod until i find the solution to each brain buster. i’m mentally stronger for it and this new year seems a squeaky-clean, sparkling advent for The Next Best Thing. and i’m truly looking forward to any and all challenges coming my way.

it doesn’t hurt of course that i’ve travel plans wishes galore. here’s to those wishes coming true…

dear Rolicking-Good-Time-At-The-Movies:

darling — i’ve so missed you. thanks for the 2+ hours of pure, unadulterated BS. the last time i was jumping up-n-down in my seat at the cinemas was during the mummy. so yieah. an excellent adventure considering that my arse was restrained indoors the last couple of days from the current bout of sniffles. good times!