Last night at a Starbucks in the upper East side, sat 2 couples showcasing extreme PDA. I, did not appreciate it because it was 1) not cute and 2) almost full on porn.
These kids were young-- say late tweens early 20's. They ordered 2 venti somethings and a cheesecake. I don't really understand feeding your significant other food -- but that's how they were. The bf would feed the girl a bite of cheesecake and then kiss her on the cheek. Another bite, 2 smooches and so on and so forth. I wanted to pull my hair out. His free hand was actually in the vicinity of her crotch and I was just thinking '2 ventis + cheesecake, they could've used that money to get a room...'
seriously!
Sigh, young folks know not of the value of money these days.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Magic 8 Ball
Sell! Buy! Sell! Buy!
I've been seesawing for the past year on whether or not to sell my place. The locations great -- next to the subway (and subway sandwich shop), park, grocery store, 7-11 and a million and 1 eateries.
So why sell? Mortgage is killin me. I've been breaking even every month for the past 13 months and still in debt. Lol~
I've been lucky enough to squeeze a trip here and there, but as I'm getting close to my 30's, I'd like to stop this trend of living paycheck to paycheck.
I hear the real estate market is going up again and its a good time to sell... here's the kicker: Where the heck am I going to live? It's me + dog and not all places here rent out to tenants with pets. Should I buy again and go through all the paper work, bank statements, interior designers BS again!?
I asked the IT guy (whose knowledge of the real estate market is just as up to date as his own calling) and he suggested I move to Bali. Not Bali, Indonesia, but the Bali that's 30mins north of the city, that's not really near a subway or grocery store or civilization, but great for hot springs and relaxation!
I'm already a hermit living in the city -- I can't be a hermit living out in booneyland.
>_<"
I hate seesaws.
I've been seesawing for the past year on whether or not to sell my place. The locations great -- next to the subway (and subway sandwich shop), park, grocery store, 7-11 and a million and 1 eateries.
So why sell? Mortgage is killin me. I've been breaking even every month for the past 13 months and still in debt. Lol~
I've been lucky enough to squeeze a trip here and there, but as I'm getting close to my 30's, I'd like to stop this trend of living paycheck to paycheck.
I hear the real estate market is going up again and its a good time to sell... here's the kicker: Where the heck am I going to live? It's me + dog and not all places here rent out to tenants with pets. Should I buy again and go through all the paper work, bank statements, interior designers BS again!?
I asked the IT guy (whose knowledge of the real estate market is just as up to date as his own calling) and he suggested I move to Bali. Not Bali, Indonesia, but the Bali that's 30mins north of the city, that's not really near a subway or grocery store or civilization, but great for hot springs and relaxation!
I'm already a hermit living in the city -- I can't be a hermit living out in booneyland.
>_<"
I hate seesaws.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Table For One + Dog
As Debby is off in Europe living the champagne wishes and caviar dreams life, I am about 2 blocks from my apt, sitting at an outdoor cafe, enjoying my iced coffee(mostly likely made from powder, but still delish!) and basking in the very weird 82 degrees weather.
Le Paris, Yong He is not, but the many scooters parked along the street has it's own charm. The only thing I can do without are the yappy lil dogs at the next table over.
Le Paris, Yong He is not, but the many scooters parked along the street has it's own charm. The only thing I can do without are the yappy lil dogs at the next table over.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Phuket
my phuket trip in a nutshell. there's pics of le beach on le facebook.
bali (keeping fingers crossed) may be next!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sigh
I need a massage el pronto.
sigh.
On a sad note, my company blocked fb. I hear messenger is next.
sigh.
sigh.
On a sad note, my company blocked fb. I hear messenger is next.
sigh.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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!
Phukett in December!
Monday, October 11, 2010
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..
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..
Monday, September 06, 2010
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..
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..
Friday, August 27, 2010
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!
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!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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...
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...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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~
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~
Monday, August 02, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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...
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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~
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?
The world may never know~
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Sunday, June 06, 2010
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"
Some decisions are just that easy to make.
No need to over think, over analyze, over expect.
"1 hazelnut latte please"
Friday, June 04, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, May 28, 2010
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~
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~
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