Sigh

I need a massage el pronto.

sigh.

On a sad note, my company blocked fb. I hear messenger is next.

sigh.

Hot In Taipei

Good lord, its 72 degrees in Taipei. 72 degrees!!

So much for winter.

SPF 0

tickets... check!
hotel... check!

phuket, i'ma coming!

Herbal Essence

I have the urge to drop everything and backpack throughout Europe. But then movies like "hostel" and "the human centipede" have freaked me out to a point of no return. Maybe I'll stick to SE Asia and the white sandy beaches.

Phukett in December!

The story that never happened..

The story that never happened -- goes a little like this:

6 friends were hanging out a bar on a Saturday night. They had take out delivered straight to the bar (never knew you could do that huh?) and Friend X tells a story of how a boy had wronged her. Now, being the supportive friends we were, wanted to kick some ass. We knew the boy that wronged her was at a bar 4 blocks yonder so we rallied up the troops and made our way over.

A lot of shit talking was made enroute and continued when we got there. But alas, even after all the instigating and 'peer pressure', nothing happened. Zip, zilch, none. Beers were finished and the 6 friends walked out of that place like losers.

hMm..

I miss ..

I heard the scuffle sounds as I walked towards the gym. I could feel my heart beat faster -- as if it was opening game night and we had home court advantage. Needless to say, I missed it. The sleek, glistening hardwood flooring, touch of the leather ball and the nothing but net, swoosh-- brought me back to the good ol days.

And today was the day I drove all over town. From my place to downtown for brunch then to the National Palace Musuem then back into town for dinner then to the south side to shop at the mega Ikea store and finally back home. Yes, I miss driving!!!

If parking weren't such bitch (and hella expensive), I'd totally consider getting a car. Sigh..

Say Wha?!

HOLLER!

is the word that can describe the 'eureka' moment i just had.

i, being the dumbass, accidentally upgraded my iphone software to the latest 4.0.2 -- which meant that i couldn't download the 'jailbreakme' software. so after numerous searches, i found a link where this guy gave a brilliant tutorial on how to downgrade your software.

bada-bing~ i'm now using 4.0.1! time to jailbreak this badass!

Nancy SMASH!

Road rage level has increased (surprisingly).

This morning, enroute to work, bunch of dumbasses were scootering pretty slow. As in leaving a huge ass space between them and a bus (that was at least 10 yards ahead) and blocking the folks behind.

STUPID mofos.

Whatever.

Then this lady literally cuts me off -- into a gas station. I was on the inside lane and did not appreciate the sudden serve to the right without warning. This ain't no QB sweep lady.

I'm sure she heard me yell "USE YOUR FUCKIN BLINKERS!" through my face mask.

Later at nite, while waiting for the subway, instead of spreading throughout the cars, bitchasses crammed by the doors thus making it impossible for others (ie ME) to get in.

I'm starting to hate Taiwanese people again...

8/18 ∙ Taipei ∙ Home

OCD, perfectionist or ...?

spent an hour (out of 4) at the production house racking my brain on the simplest detail for a company video: formatting the title pages

original format:
Kaohsiung: 3/10 Dreams

1st draft:
高雄: 3/10 Dreams

2nd draft:
Mar 10th, Kaohsiung Dreams

3rd draft:
10 Mar, Kaohsiung Dreams

4th draft:
3/10 . Kaohsiung . Dreams

Final draft:
3/10 ∙ Kaohsiung ∙ Dreams

major props to the editor and agency folks for bearing with me.

they must think i'm insane. sigh~

hoo-ha

Finally taught Monga how the ride the scooter over the weekend.

I don't think she actually learned, as I still have to drag her ass onto it. Plus, I have to set my left leg as a rail for her to lean on and right leg to prevent her from flying off. I'm guessing this is the first time in her doggie life that's been on scooter, so needless to say, she freaked out. And what does she do when she's freaked out and trapped on a moving scooter? She looks at me for comfort. But in her position, she's more or less facing my hoo-ha -- yes, its exactly how it sounds.

Uncomfortable? You betcha. The kicker. Its a million degrees now and since she's all fur, the only way for her to cool down is to pant, which leads to drool -- onto my crotch.

Crazy in love

At Volar, aka Plush, setting up deco for an 'i heart ny' event later. As I came up the escalator, memories of partyroom came flooding back -- not to mention all those nites dropping it like it's hot here. Seems like a lifetime ago...

Blah~

Current mood described by an old skool slogan:

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?

The world may never know~

FIFA

The Greatest Ad I've Ever Seen

Can't argue with the writer.

Fong Da Coffee

Coffee connoisseur I am not, I just know what I like.

Some decisions are just that easy to make.

No need to over think, over analyze, over expect.

"1 hazelnut latte please"

What Real Women Expect From Men

Taken from Esquire mag.


At 18:

He should be compassionate, at least. There have to be some teenage boys with compassion!

He should be good with the parents.

He should have a goal.

He should know how to whittle wood.

We don't expect very much, to be honest.


At 27:

He should be reliable.

He shouldn't rely on text messaging as a tool of courtship.

He should have a "way" about him.

He should have traveled the world.

He should know how to cook one thing really well.

He should have a political affiliation.

He should, every now and then, substitute a light beer with Scotch on the rocks.

He should behave as if his mother raised him correctly — even if she didn't.


At 35:

He should not have a belly.

He should have decided on a sexual preference.

He should possess the thoughtfulness required to help a mom with a stroller and two kids up the stairs.

He should not have mommy issues.

He should have moved on from pickup lines to conversation starters.

He should want the party to end at some point.


At 44:

He should be a real partner.

He should still be eager to learn.

He should be able to sing along to all the songs on Boston's first album.

He should be financially secure.

He should understand the importance of jewelry in a woman's life.

He should take out the garbage without being asked.

He should be sexy.

He should be a gentleman.


At 53:

He should work out.

He should smell like something: aftershave or cologne.

He should know politics.

He should be faithful.

He should like Bob Dylan.

He should dance.

He should not be addicted to his work.

He should admit his mistakes.

Eye of the Tiger

small burst of motivation came when i saw sharon's status on fb -- she lost 6 lbs in a week, gained 4 lbs of muscles and i'm thinkin its due to this new workout craze, p90x.

yes, i'm a bit tempted to buy the whole 13 DVD set for 3 easy payments of 39.95 (not including shipping & handling). but as i mentioned this 'splurge' to my coworker, she simply went 'you have a gym membership.. just go workout'. touche~

i've heard if you've maintained your high school weight, you're in pretty good shape. 'don't believe everything you hear' would be a good lesson cuz i'm about 1..2..3..4..5 would be lying-- 12, 12 lbs heavier than i was back in hs.

whateva. i love food too much. we'll see how long this 'motivation' lasts. roaaaarrr~

Off The Beaten Path

This past weekend, I took a short trip down to the dirrty south, was a beach bum for [that long] and just followed the road to wherever it led.



I don't know why, but I kept humming 'renagade! da dumm'... must've been the ocean breeze.

M for Monga

brought Monga to visit grandma yesterday.

First thing that grandma said?

"why did you get a dog instead of a bf?"

-____-

Smells like teen spirit

I don't know what that word is when you see folks from 7-8 years ago still doing the same thing. Let me be more specific. Last night at a work related event, I bumped into a crowd of clubbers that I've known from once upon a time. I'm not hating or anything -- maybe a tad bit envious. Envious at how their lifestyles haven't changed or that they're living like it's 1999. Or maybe they are the lucky ones that stumbled on to a path that was meant for them.

I'm sitting outside a starbucks, people watching, sipping my overpriced hazelnut latte and blogging -- life ain't too shabby despite all the shit that's always goin on. I gotta say, not much has changed. Still thinking about the future. Still day dreaming about that one fine day. Still looking forward to that moment where I'll have the balls to fuck everything and travel the world, aka, mexico.

Obasan

I think Asian parents are funny -- in the sense that they say the darnest things.

Couple weeks ago, I called my Mom, aka obasan (not to be confused with Obama) to wish her a happy birthday:

Me: O-ba-san, happy birthday ah! Btw, you're a grandma now!
Obasan: Yeah, I saw the pictures... she's so ugly and big!
Me: -___-
Obasan: Why did you get a dog instead of a boyfriend?
Me: -___-
Obasan: You're almost 30! When are you going to get married?
Me: -___-
Obasan: Don't you want to get married?
Me: -___-
Obasan: Aren't you lonely?
Me: -___-
Obasan: How's your job going? Stable?
Me: -___-
Obasan: When are you coming back to the states?
Me: -___-
Obasan: blah blah taxes blah blah boyfriend blah blah blah...

Point of the story? Never call your parents.