Rethinking Resolutions

After watching the Lakers' last two games, I'm kind of at odds on whether I should rethink my resolution.

I love the Lakers, and I like the Clippers, and I still would LOVE to see a game live (my next chance is THIS month on the 21st), but I did not take into account a very important factor.

Free Jack in the Box tacos whenever the Lakers win a game and keep their opponents stay under 100 points.

Friday's game was pretty good, and the Lakers had a pretty comfortable game at the end of the game, but I was surprised when Utah made an easy basket that was too little, too late, and the crowd let out a big sigh of disappointment. I asked why, and that's when I was told of this promotion.

Last night was fun, because the Lakers had the game in the refrigerator, and the crowd stayed in their seats and chanted, "WE WANT TACOS!" and their request was granted. Some spectators kept chanting it outside during the postgame report.

As much as I like both teams, I also like free tacos. I'd be happy if either team won, but I'd be sad if the Clippers were to lose at the expense of hundreds of people to get free tacos. I'd be even sadder to see people chanting for tacos against the Clippers, too. That would make for a not-so-great resolution.


BUT THEN...
This is only for Lakers home games. I guess I just have to make sure I go to the two remaining games where they're playing at Clippers (though they play in the same space). That way, it's also bit cheaper.

Oh...that's this month. I don't think I could afford the tickets at this point if they're still available...

...back to the drawing board... :C

My Friends Love Me(....?)

A conversation in an elevator going from the 13th floor to the ground level.

Me: ...and I'm really happy to have seen my friend there!
F1: [pouts] Why do you have to have other friends?
Me: We went to college together!
F2: But she's not as close to you as we are.
Me: True, but she knew me before I met you guys.
F1: So?
Me: We've danced together!
F1: SO?
Me: We've probably been naked together.
F1: Oh.
F2: Now I'm jealous.

...and I love my friends.

Just Listen to Jesus

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

...and if not him, COME ON, NPH IS RIGHT!!!!

JUS DO EET!

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Who Makes the Clown Laugh?

One can argue that John Cleeese is one funny guy. He's great. But one must wonder, what makes brilliantly funny people laugh? Is it easy? Would it be difficult to crack a smile? Is there such a thing as comedy snobbery?

I don't know, but either way, apparently American Politics is a big joke to those from across the Pond:



...then again, it's a joke for a lot of people here.


...hopefully, the joke won't be on us in a few weeks.

Sometimes, I Find Myself REALLY Cheesy.

I just read my first entry of this ever-lasting meme, Seven hings About Me You'd Not Likely Guess. It's not that I'm not aware of it, but sometimes, it just takes me by surprise as to how utterly cheese I can be.

For my #5, I can demonstrate that I have class.

Even more special is the fact that I am sharing something that I have just (as in, earlier today while stuck in traffic going home) realized myself, and only one person knows about it other than myself so far. Unfortunately, that one person is one of my three remaining readers, so this entry is lost on her, but I'll share for my two reluctant readers:

I can only pick my nose with my left-hand fingers.

I may be right-handed, but it's not like I have like ninja turtle digits on my right hand not allowing me to fit a finger from that side up a nostril, but it seems that I lack the nose gold-digging skill my sinister has.

I am aware I do hold a few residual skills exclusive to my left hand from when I was ambidextrous (I guess that could qualify as another fact) but more on the left-handed persuasion, but I never figured that nose-picking was one of those things.

So I guess what I'm really trying to say is that you wouldn't have to worry about getting boogers all over your fingers if I shake your hand or if you borrow a writing utensil from me. Unless I've been recently really, really bored, for those are the times when I try my hand (YAY PUN) at regaining more writing dexterity with my left hand (I guess that could be yet another and I'd be done...?).

STORY OF MY LIFE

In other news, Blogger is a great way to want to pull your hair out because it's so damn strict with its coding. I only say that because it always always always makes you close your tags, which I guess is something you should do and is a good habit, but DAMMIT SOMETIMES IT DOESN"T MATTER AND I AM LAZY TO CLOSE MY TAGS.

So thank you, Blogger, for making me a holdin' on to the 90's I-still-build-pages-using-Notepad but very tight with my coding HTML writer.

HTML 4 proper was finalized back in 1999. And I'm sure you're surprised I'm not watching DVDs of original 90210 when new 90210 is airing.

(For the record, I do not own old 90210 on DVD, and I've only seen two episodes of the new one)

Topical on the Toilet

Though I noticed that the toilet at my parents' "small bathroom" was a little wobbly once sat upon, I never realized that the thing was actually sinking through the tile and wood below, as the house apparently was slowly trying to digest it.

So my dad made this sign.

My sister was asked to add that last little bit - I'm going out on a limb here, but I don't think Obama's approval stamp got on this one just yet.

All the Best Laid-Out Plans...

I've been working at the library for the past two hours determined to work on things that I couldn't at home because I get too easily distracted, and even though I have accomplised some of what I wanted to get done, I've mostly accomplished identifying songs that I could feasibly sing with the friends I haven't seen in forever if/when I decide to sing with them at a throwback 50's diner/bar in Long Beach.

Now I just have to see if I can convince them to learn some of these songs.

Joke of the Day

Did I just hear right? Is Microsoft really paying Jerry Seinfeld $10 million to help give street cred to the Windows Vista platform?!?!?

Wow. What a waste of money. That's just like having Charlton Heston run around telling people that firearms for all is a good idea. Oh wait...

Maybe the Large, 6:00 Matcha Iced Tea was a Bad Idea

I can't sleep.

Maybe I should have had dinner.

But I'm awake still.

It doesn't help that I have a lot on my mind as well, but I'm sure that paired with the caffeine is a frustrating combination, because I really do want to sleep.

I'd like to recount my day since I was able to skip work today after a seminar and I hung out with my Adventure Buddy around Torrance/Gardena all day and had fun with Japanese things. I think I will, and provide some photographic findings of randomness, but I really don't have the motivation to monkey around with coding and writing about ham and cheese flavored potato chips right now. I will hopefully be able to do that soon.

If anything, let me tell you about this product called Eye Talk, which is basically eyelid glue to create folds on your eyelids if you don't have any. I never knew this thing existed until today:



So, if you have no eye folds and don't want to go through the Asian eyelid surgery, you can just pull a Cinderella and do it for a day (and then some).

Pair it with extra-wide contact lenses complete with pupil widening, and you've got yourself a live-action anime character!



KAWAIIIIIIIII DESU.....no?

Okay, I'm going to try to sleep again.

Oh, the Scots

Perhaps a part of me kind of knows that had things happened differently, I could have been in Scotland right now. Or maybe Scots are just fun people.

Craig Ferguson's Late Late Show is funny. My uncle had a cameo in one of his episodes when he became a U.S. Citizen.

Even more funny is when he has another Scot on the show. Perhaps I will share the time when Jame McAvoy was on the show, but for this time around, Ewan MacGregor should fare very well.


Oh, Ewan.

Part II is fun, too.

Summer Wishlist 2008

I want to be responsible for someone falling in love with something they otherwise would have never given the time of day.

I want to see the sun rise and the sun set in the presence of a very large body of water. I'd prefer it to be an ocean, no matter what coast it faces.

I want to go to the First Cabin early and get the best seat in the house, finish my first Long Island iced tea before Pat O'Brien and the Priests of Love rock out, be responsible for at least two requests, and void all apprehensions of the change of ownership that nothing will change and Captain Bob will still be at the Helm.

I want to spend several days at a time wearing my bathing suit underneath my clothes so I can go swimming at the drop of a hat.

I want to see a movie that I truly, truly love on the big, big screen.

I want to stay up all night, with good company, all the while not even taking one blink of sleepiness.

I want to be able to talk and talk and talk about nothing and everything all at once, dreams and disappointments, kittens and grandmothers all alike.

I want to spend a day where I don't know or have to care what time it is, and where I have to be next.

I want to spend more time outside.

I want to challenge myself and see how much fried catfish I can eat before I feel like puking, one Tuesday or Thursday night.

I want to wear the summer dresses that didn't get to come out last year.

I want to take a train, plane, or automobile somewhere, ideally to a destination further than an In-N-Out burger can be served.

I want to get so drunk, I play a mean game of pool. And/or make BFFs with someone I despise.

I want a nice tan.

I want to make summer somen noodles with the sauce made from scratch, and serve it with all the fixins, with the noodles on ice.

I want to laugh so hard, I use up all the oxygen in the room.

This year feels like a good year for camping.

I want crazy long video gaming marathon (with others).

I want to actually watch the Olympics.

Although I don't like breaking the law, I want do try defying gravity.

I want to get lost with no worry for my safety or of whether I will still be alive in the next few hours.

BBQ

I want to sleep in...like, really, really sleep in.

I want to look to the heavens and watch it raining stars.

I want to feel like I'm making a difference somehow.

I want to spend an entire day inside watching movie after movie, and eating tons of popcorn.

I want to read a book.


Perhaps the most realistic thing I should have as my number one is to go to the 99 Cent store and get myself a headset for my cell phone.

This Weekend's Moment of Zen

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Why I Need to Get Out More =or= I'm a Big Nerd

Today's Moment of Zen is the magical use of mail merge, and that you can email merge as well. It blows BCC totally out of the water, especially with its personalize each email.

I don't want to say I can do this stuff all day, but man, it sure makes me happy right now.

Random of the Day

I don't know what to say about this one, but I found this random image while on a Google hunt for hello kitty bamboo ear wax removers.



I could say a lot of things about this, like how I'm not going to even attempt to make this, even if someone asks me to or offers to pay me to do it (and I won't), how I can go off on how this is an interesting statement on allowing women to simulate what men do by using a method that's typically known to be a female-oriented skill (knitting), but I don't think this picture needs any of that.

Because it's so WTF on its own.

My Former Life

I'm still pretty much convinced that I was Latin in a former life.

It's very rare that I'm NOT in the mood for a burrito, or something Mexican, Salvadoran, Peruvian, etc. More often than not, I am ALWAYS down for some chaufa de pollo, a good bean burrito, a pupusa.

For the past week, I've had the biggest craving for tostadas. I was thinking of making them myself, but knowing I didn't have the proper ingredients and the time to get them, I was trying to think of things I could have in lieu of them. I tried cooking up some fake chicken sold at Trader Joe's (which I didn't like - the texture was way too gummy) and season it all tasty-like, but that didn't work. The bean burrito run from Taco Bell was a major fail and am a bit embarrassed to even admit I spent money and ate them. Saturday I was looooooving the carne asada that was grilled, and then later the awesome guacamole and freshly made tortilla chips someone brought. Even though it was planned to get Arby's with the coupon I had on Sunday, I wound up getting Green Burrito flautas instead, and enjoyed mooching off another's carnitas nachos (good thing we decided to upgrade).

Still, that didn't satisfy my fix, and yesterday, I went and got some tostada discs, and was so excited to make them, I forgot to get other ingredients to add (mushroom would have been good, as well as tomatoes, but the bell peppers didn't look so good) and went home with that. At least I had onions, and to compensate for the lack of other veggies, I just chopped an entire onion into the mix. Then I used veggie ground meat and seasoned it with some cayenne and white pepper, as well as a generous dose of Trader Joe's 21 seasoning salute. I also bought myself some vegetarian refried beans, even though I should have known myself better and had two cans of refried beans waiting at home. I added some veggie broth to thin it out and added a few splashes of Tabasco. Once that was all done, I busted out the Tapatio and I was ready to feast.

I was pretty surprised that it actually turned out pretty well!

Needless to say, that's all I've been eating since (save breakfast, where I had Oriental ramen with egg), and I'm contemplating having one more after already eating one for dinner.

Next time, I definitely need to make sure I have stuff like mushrooms, tomatoes, perhaps some bell peppers and maybe, maaaaaaaybe some cheese. OH! Lime. The lime would also make things pretty yummy.

I would need to get more ground meat of some sort, and of course, the above mentioned veggies to make more. After all, I still have a lot of tostada shells to polish off before they go bad.

Speaking of Latin food, I'm starting to learn how much I really do like Salvadoran food. I fell in love with the pupusa as soon as I discovered it, and even though some people don't favor it, I loooove their horchata made with toasted rice. I know some of their dishes they call one thing is different than the Mexican version, but I was so surprised when I was given a Salvadoran empanada yesterday. I had a feeling that it would be different than the other empanadas I'm used to (basically it being a food pocket), but I did not expect a lump of refried beans surrounded by sweet plantains, then fried. Even though it was a little heavier and sweeter than I kind of wanted, it was still really good. As I was enjoying it, my boss' housekeeper were trying to figure out how it's made, as she was the one who gave it to me, but didn't make it herself. Now we have this mission to try making our own Salvadoran empanadas, and allowing ourselves to have it in different sizes rather than that fist-sized lump of mushy.

I'm still kind of surprised that in the past few years people have mistaken me or thought I am Latin. It's a HUGE difference from when I was growing up and had people telling me I could only be Chinese or Japanese, because I was clearly Asian and those were the only kinds of Asian they knew. I was tickled when I overheard a conversation between two friends telling one another that they thought I was Latina when they first met me, and was kind of hoping I was so I'd be "part of their team."

At that moment, I wished I was.

Monday Night MADNESS!!!

In the rare time that both me and my roommate are at home, we take time to catch up with each other, and sometimes we do CRAZY THINGS.

Like ear candling.

I've never head about the process before until about last week when my roommate mentioned it to me. Not knowing what it was, and having it described to me as putting a cone in your ear, the light it on fire, causing the cone to suction ear wax and other debris from your ear canal sounded really, really strange. I mean, I'm already a naturally clumsy person...I don't think I really need to willingly stick a cone of cloth covered in wax in my ear and light it on fire. But my roommate was really dead set on trying it, and since you cannot use an ear candle alone, I agreed to help her out whenever she did it.

...and if you know anything of myself and my roommate, it was pretty fun times.

She has the pictures, and I'll post them when she downloads them and sends them to me.

But if you follow the link on ear candling above, I now don't think it's been very effective.

LOLFrengs

O Hai.


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Dis be my first...xthxbai.

And in happy music news, I had to go to a contract signing in Hollywood, and decided to take a 5 mile detour to Amoeba to get the new Mates of State album.

It's amazing (I've heard most of it).

See? Radio airplay and downloading an MP3 does work wonders...listening to the same two songs was just not enough for me. I love this album and I should perhaps finally write that entry explaining how I always seem to fall upon fantastic albums that are so appropriate to what's going on in my life or how I should be if I'm not already.

Some Lessons I Shouldn't Learn

I can't complain about the new job much. The honeymoon phase is definitely over, and there are a lot of things that I can deal without, but overall it's great because there's so much that I've learned here and I know that I will continue learning things for some time.

Aside from the actual hands-on working experience I'm getting, I also get to see how my boss works, having run her own nonprofit dance company for over 20 years. It's interesting to see how she deals with things and people, a good deal of which I'm impressed and definitely have started using in how I handle things.

Of course, there are some things I may not want to pick up from her...

Yesterday, my boss and I were talking about our weekends. She had a pretty crazy one, where practically every night was spent out at some party, drinking a lot and meeting new people. As she trying to recollect her bits of memories from the weekend, she hands me a card of a woman who she doesn't remember meeting nor does she remember why she would have her card in the first place. She's an acupuncturist, but my boss doesn't need one. She asks if it's strange or mean if she were to email her, saying that she doesn't remember why she has her card...she doesn't even remember which night at which party at which she met her.

I can't really say that's something I would want to find myself doing, but the thing is, I've already done something like that.

I told her the infamous story of the night I went to Lucy's 51, got way too happy with the free super sweet drinks, bought more drinks, and then sipped from a flask the rest of the night and barely survived coming home and downloaded pictures from my camera full of people I don't remember meeting, with whom I wound up taking pictures. Amongst the people I don't remember meeting is the guy that later became my boyfriend.

After telling my boss that story, her response was, "Don't you hate it when that happens?!?!" To which I replied in my head, "Yeah, though I hope I don't have that happen to me again."

I wind up writing the email to this forgotten woman, who replies and my boss vaguely remembers her after all. It seems like there is a reason behind their forgotten conversation, and only time will tell if this meeting develops into something.

Huh. Having spent bits and pieces of the day writing this entry, I've forgotten the point of sharing this conversation.

Oh...

It seems for the most part, my boss and I get along pretty well, have similar outlooks on things, etc. I really appreciate that she likes to keep things on a very positive note, emphasizing the good and making the best of a bad situation. Thinking about this conversation about having so much fun we forget about it makes me think...maybe we gave off this vibe that we are both apt to such little shenanigans like these, which would allow us to better get along with each other? That somehow we can relate? She was definitely relieved that she's not the only one who does such a thing when I told her of my experience, and in a way, I guess I am, too.

But this is one that's not going to be put on the resume. I don't even know how it would be worded on a resume. Maybe I can drink myself silly and come up with something good, with the hopes I have something/somehow to record whatever I wind up thinking.