Hi....
I just dragged my post from MAY!! Out from the "draft box" it was sitting in. Hoe pathetic!
I promise I'll be better at this. I'm starting couple of classes soon, and I'll be back into the writing mode again. Can you believe Summer is gone already? June, July and August flew by with a blink of an eye....Can you blink just one eye? What's the correct saying here. Blink of the eyes? Blinks of the eyes....Blink of eyes....Man...This English business is really getting to me.
I'm inspired.
This hasn't happened in a long time. So be glad all of you out there! Great many things will happen when I'm inspired. I'm really thinking about writing a book. (says the girl who JUST complained about her incompetence of writing in English) No really. I've got lots of materials for a series of books. I just don't know how to start, or where to begin. (May be that's the difference between all the writers and non-writers)
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
LONG TIME!
Sorry folks, I have been a bit lazy with my posting. Lots of thing happening here--what can I say?
Memorial day is peeking out from the corner. That's right ladies, pull out your white shoes and white slacks, and go nuts until Labor day. Although, I'm beginning to think this "rule" is totally being fazed out.
I was sitting on my morning T ride, and felt a glance from this woman. She didn't say much to me, nor made an eye contact with me, but I felt it. She was judging me.
Today entry's is interesting, because I want to talk about the common saying of "don't judge a book by its cover"
I don't know about all the saints out there, but I SO JUDGE THE BOOK BY ITS COVER.
Irony is, I was holding this book, by the way--I have to mention that the book is written by my best friend's mother. I must say, the cover is "cute" and it reeks of "chick-lit". I haven't read it yet to have an opinion on it, but since I know the writer (eh hem!), I'm pretty sure it's witty and intelligent. HOWEVER--this woman sitting across from me judged my book by its cover. She didn't stop there. She looked at me up and down and had this judgmental look on her face. I was sooooo offended by her. I mean, she rolled her eyes at me, because I was wearing make up and a scarf AND I was holding a pink book.
Mind you, the woman was wearing corduroy pants and green fleece. Crunchy she was--you know the type.
A hah-- I'm judging her by the cover, you are telling me. Sure I am! Like I said I'm no saint. I read somewhere that people look at appearances, and God looks at your inside.
I just wanted to talk about how I tend to get offended about people's wrong perception of me. Lately I'm realizing that I may need to think about how I allowed myself to BE PERCEIVED. I don't know about you, but I live in the world where people see my outer presence WAY before they get to know me. RIGHT????
Memorial day is peeking out from the corner. That's right ladies, pull out your white shoes and white slacks, and go nuts until Labor day. Although, I'm beginning to think this "rule" is totally being fazed out.
I was sitting on my morning T ride, and felt a glance from this woman. She didn't say much to me, nor made an eye contact with me, but I felt it. She was judging me.
Today entry's is interesting, because I want to talk about the common saying of "don't judge a book by its cover"
I don't know about all the saints out there, but I SO JUDGE THE BOOK BY ITS COVER.
Irony is, I was holding this book, by the way--I have to mention that the book is written by my best friend's mother. I must say, the cover is "cute" and it reeks of "chick-lit". I haven't read it yet to have an opinion on it, but since I know the writer (eh hem!), I'm pretty sure it's witty and intelligent. HOWEVER--this woman sitting across from me judged my book by its cover. She didn't stop there. She looked at me up and down and had this judgmental look on her face. I was sooooo offended by her. I mean, she rolled her eyes at me, because I was wearing make up and a scarf AND I was holding a pink book.
Mind you, the woman was wearing corduroy pants and green fleece. Crunchy she was--you know the type.
A hah-- I'm judging her by the cover, you are telling me. Sure I am! Like I said I'm no saint. I read somewhere that people look at appearances, and God looks at your inside.
I just wanted to talk about how I tend to get offended about people's wrong perception of me. Lately I'm realizing that I may need to think about how I allowed myself to BE PERCEIVED. I don't know about you, but I live in the world where people see my outer presence WAY before they get to know me. RIGHT????
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Spring Chicken
The title today has nothing to do with what is commonly understood as a spring chicken.
I ate a lot of chicken yesterday, so some kind of chicken is all I have in mind--and I thought, why not the spring chicken for a title. I don't really like chicken. Actually, chicken meat is my least favorite, but I had chicken all day yesterday....hmmm.
The worst part is... I was thinking how much I hate chicken as I was eating it.
I'm mental.
Remember the boy I have the crush on? Haven't heard/seen him for days.
I still wear make-up though.
I ate a lot of chicken yesterday, so some kind of chicken is all I have in mind--and I thought, why not the spring chicken for a title. I don't really like chicken. Actually, chicken meat is my least favorite, but I had chicken all day yesterday....hmmm.
The worst part is... I was thinking how much I hate chicken as I was eating it.
I'm mental.
Remember the boy I have the crush on? Haven't heard/seen him for days.
I still wear make-up though.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Crush
I have a high-school-crush.
Note: I didn't say I HAD a high-school-crush, I HAVE one.
That's right. I have a crush on a boy. Well, actually, he's a guy ( I don't know him well yet, so I'm not granting a man status for him yet). I thought I'd lose all the giggling when I turned 30. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I still have a teenage girl living in me somewhere. I, WE, live in a society where women are not "sophisticated" or "independent" if she feels better about herself because of a love interest. Well, I'd like to opposed that.
I don't mean to pull a Freud and say that EVERYTHING we do is driven by a sexual drive or an attraction to our preferred gender. I'm simply saying that sometimes, it's nice to have a guy, or a girl, who make you blush a little. Since I've developed this crush, things have been much better. I don't feel too depressed about having no boy friend. I eat better, and stand up straighter. I put an make up and spray a bit of perfume to smell nice. I give a little more thought on how I dress everyday. The benefits are great too!
The major side effects, or should I say side ben-effects, are also pumping up my ego and confidence. People are noticing I look different, better, some have used the term "lovely". I notice that I am more pleasant to others. Then I realized.... I AM ATTRACTIVE. I learned that attractiveness is NOT something you are born with, but something you gain by making small changes that enhances you. For me, it was a high-school-crush like "thing I have at the moment. It may be different for other people. You just gotta find out what whirls your mojo.
Note: I didn't say I HAD a high-school-crush, I HAVE one.
That's right. I have a crush on a boy. Well, actually, he's a guy ( I don't know him well yet, so I'm not granting a man status for him yet). I thought I'd lose all the giggling when I turned 30. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I still have a teenage girl living in me somewhere. I, WE, live in a society where women are not "sophisticated" or "independent" if she feels better about herself because of a love interest. Well, I'd like to opposed that.
I don't mean to pull a Freud and say that EVERYTHING we do is driven by a sexual drive or an attraction to our preferred gender. I'm simply saying that sometimes, it's nice to have a guy, or a girl, who make you blush a little. Since I've developed this crush, things have been much better. I don't feel too depressed about having no boy friend. I eat better, and stand up straighter. I put an make up and spray a bit of perfume to smell nice. I give a little more thought on how I dress everyday. The benefits are great too!
The major side effects, or should I say side ben-effects, are also pumping up my ego and confidence. People are noticing I look different, better, some have used the term "lovely". I notice that I am more pleasant to others. Then I realized.... I AM ATTRACTIVE. I learned that attractiveness is NOT something you are born with, but something you gain by making small changes that enhances you. For me, it was a high-school-crush like "thing I have at the moment. It may be different for other people. You just gotta find out what whirls your mojo.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Sugar Coating
I have a confession.
I LOVE WATCHING AMERICAN IDOL.
There's something that pisses me off BIG time though. -- Why is everyone against Simon?????!!!!
I think he's the most honest one of all. Any good artist knows, a good constructive criticisms are often painful to take. I hate watching Randy and Paula gang up on Simon because "that was mean!.." I like Simon for being honest, and incredibly straight forward with the contestants. He comes off as being snotty and jerky, but I think people have it wrong. If I ever get caught in a situation where I really need to know if I'm making a fool of myself; I WANT SIMON NEXT TO ME TO TELL ME!
I'm sure this is all part of the show. Sure it is.
The thing I don't like about, is that when a TV show is made, along with the writing and the style of the show/personnel, they are made to fit the majority of like-factor. So, translating the "act" of "let's make Simon the bad guy", who tells honest opinions and gives real criticisms, I can only come to a conclusion that majority of the American TV watchers don't like to face the truth. They all want things to be spoon-fed and sugar coated.
This kind of mentality makes me sick. If I get into this argument, I'll end up starting a train of thought that will not stop for a LONG TIME. COMMON PEOPLE, LET"S FACE THE REALITY--not just watch the reality show...
That's what I have to say today.
I LOVE WATCHING AMERICAN IDOL.
There's something that pisses me off BIG time though. -- Why is everyone against Simon?????!!!!
I think he's the most honest one of all. Any good artist knows, a good constructive criticisms are often painful to take. I hate watching Randy and Paula gang up on Simon because "that was mean!.." I like Simon for being honest, and incredibly straight forward with the contestants. He comes off as being snotty and jerky, but I think people have it wrong. If I ever get caught in a situation where I really need to know if I'm making a fool of myself; I WANT SIMON NEXT TO ME TO TELL ME!
I'm sure this is all part of the show. Sure it is.
The thing I don't like about, is that when a TV show is made, along with the writing and the style of the show/personnel, they are made to fit the majority of like-factor. So, translating the "act" of "let's make Simon the bad guy", who tells honest opinions and gives real criticisms, I can only come to a conclusion that majority of the American TV watchers don't like to face the truth. They all want things to be spoon-fed and sugar coated.
This kind of mentality makes me sick. If I get into this argument, I'll end up starting a train of thought that will not stop for a LONG TIME. COMMON PEOPLE, LET"S FACE THE REALITY--not just watch the reality show...
That's what I have to say today.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Do we HAVE to get along ALL THE TIME?!?!?
Okay.
Getting along with everyone I know was one of the most important thing in my life when I was...10 (along with; playing, food and many other things I take for granted now). Okay, maybe even until I was about 20, but the number of people definitely decreased.
I have been watching the Olympics, and apparently, there has been this grade school level of gossip about who shook who's hands first. COME ON!!! Don't we know by now, that some people JUST WON"T GET ALONG, NO MATTER WHAT? Why is it so important that these two men be best friends? They are competitors. They don't HAVE to like each other. I mean, isn't competing in the Olympics a pressure as it is? Why do we have to put an added pressure to these athletes...? Beats me.
There are people who are paid to deal with such things: Brittany and Kevin, the Jacksons (especially Michael), Brad and Angelina...
Let the Olympian do what they are there to do.
Compete and get a damn medal...Preferably GOLD>
And you all know that I don't like ALL OF YOU. I like some of you less than others, few--even less than the one I like less.
there. I said it.
Getting along with everyone I know was one of the most important thing in my life when I was...10 (along with; playing, food and many other things I take for granted now). Okay, maybe even until I was about 20, but the number of people definitely decreased.
I have been watching the Olympics, and apparently, there has been this grade school level of gossip about who shook who's hands first. COME ON!!! Don't we know by now, that some people JUST WON"T GET ALONG, NO MATTER WHAT? Why is it so important that these two men be best friends? They are competitors. They don't HAVE to like each other. I mean, isn't competing in the Olympics a pressure as it is? Why do we have to put an added pressure to these athletes...? Beats me.
There are people who are paid to deal with such things: Brittany and Kevin, the Jacksons (especially Michael), Brad and Angelina...
Let the Olympian do what they are there to do.
Compete and get a damn medal...Preferably GOLD>
And you all know that I don't like ALL OF YOU. I like some of you less than others, few--even less than the one I like less.
there. I said it.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
I'm no body, who are you??
In a recent conversation with my mother, I had said that I'm enjoying being anonymous for a change.
I'm not a celebrity, nor a public person. I have never been, and I am definitely not now. I was pretty well known around my town when I was living in Northampton and Amherst up until not too long ago. You see, I was bartending/waiting at a pretty hip joint in Northampton for a little shy of 7 years. It didn't take too long before people started to notice me everywhere in town. There wasn't a coffee shop or a small market where I didn't bump into someone who'd say..."Don't you work at Mulinos?", or "hey! You were my bartender at the Bishops last weekend!".
Soon, I never had to worry about going out alone. By the time I've ordered my drink at a bar in town, which was always free, I'd be sitting with at least 2 or 3 people, having a good time. --and I'd have met all of them either at my bar or through some restaurant people in town.
I'm not a big drinker which means I'm a cheap date, but even if I had drank a bit, I've never paid for them. (nor for my daily caffeine injection) MY drinks were always on the bartender, who's probably had his/her drink on me when they visited my bar. I was, and still am, always a great tipper though. So, why all this yuppady yada???
I'm nobody now.
I love being in this big city, and I know those from NYC will laugh at me for calling Boston BIG, but I have yet to establish a territory. I know no bartender, waitstaff, nor a Starbucks barrister. I don't bump into people I know. I know no one...
For now, I LOVE it. It gives me a privacy I haven't enjoyed in a long time. I'm sure I will get sick of it at one point, and scream out of my apartment, desperate for a human contact, but for now... THIS IS GOOD.
Don't believe me?? You try it.
GO BARTEND FOR ABOUT 7 YEARS IN NOHO, AND THEN MOVE SOMEWHERE, WHERE YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE, BUT MAKE SURE YOU AT LEAST HAVE ONE PERSON YOU KNOW. I DID. FOR AN EMERGENCY, IF I EVER FEEL MYSELF GOING CRAZY....
I'm not a celebrity, nor a public person. I have never been, and I am definitely not now. I was pretty well known around my town when I was living in Northampton and Amherst up until not too long ago. You see, I was bartending/waiting at a pretty hip joint in Northampton for a little shy of 7 years. It didn't take too long before people started to notice me everywhere in town. There wasn't a coffee shop or a small market where I didn't bump into someone who'd say..."Don't you work at Mulinos?", or "hey! You were my bartender at the Bishops last weekend!".
Soon, I never had to worry about going out alone. By the time I've ordered my drink at a bar in town, which was always free, I'd be sitting with at least 2 or 3 people, having a good time. --and I'd have met all of them either at my bar or through some restaurant people in town.
I'm not a big drinker which means I'm a cheap date, but even if I had drank a bit, I've never paid for them. (nor for my daily caffeine injection) MY drinks were always on the bartender, who's probably had his/her drink on me when they visited my bar. I was, and still am, always a great tipper though. So, why all this yuppady yada???
I'm nobody now.
I love being in this big city, and I know those from NYC will laugh at me for calling Boston BIG, but I have yet to establish a territory. I know no bartender, waitstaff, nor a Starbucks barrister. I don't bump into people I know. I know no one...
For now, I LOVE it. It gives me a privacy I haven't enjoyed in a long time. I'm sure I will get sick of it at one point, and scream out of my apartment, desperate for a human contact, but for now... THIS IS GOOD.
Don't believe me?? You try it.
GO BARTEND FOR ABOUT 7 YEARS IN NOHO, AND THEN MOVE SOMEWHERE, WHERE YOU DON'T KNOW ANYONE, BUT MAKE SURE YOU AT LEAST HAVE ONE PERSON YOU KNOW. I DID. FOR AN EMERGENCY, IF I EVER FEEL MYSELF GOING CRAZY....
Monday, February 06, 2006
THREE OH! OH! OH!
Hey there, I'm 30 today.
I returned from visiting my family in Western Mass very late last night, due to the incompetence of Peterpan bus system and their web-master. I had this grand plan to write a kick-ass blog entry for my kick-ass 30th birthday, but I got home very close to midnight. So, this one is going to be less dramatic, slightly below the standard entry, but I don't care. I'm a 30- year-old woman. HA HA HA
An interesting event, though, happened last night. I was so hung up on returning to my apartment before midnight. In fact, I was anxious about it. I wonder what I was thinking, but I definitely understood Cinderella's position when the clock was about to strike at midnight. (or was it Snow White? no...It's Cinderella) Like I've said, I made it home before midnight and nothing happened.
I told you. Less dramatic, slightly below the standard.
Happy birthday to me!
I returned from visiting my family in Western Mass very late last night, due to the incompetence of Peterpan bus system and their web-master. I had this grand plan to write a kick-ass blog entry for my kick-ass 30th birthday, but I got home very close to midnight. So, this one is going to be less dramatic, slightly below the standard entry, but I don't care. I'm a 30- year-old woman. HA HA HA
An interesting event, though, happened last night. I was so hung up on returning to my apartment before midnight. In fact, I was anxious about it. I wonder what I was thinking, but I definitely understood Cinderella's position when the clock was about to strike at midnight. (or was it Snow White? no...It's Cinderella) Like I've said, I made it home before midnight and nothing happened.
I told you. Less dramatic, slightly below the standard.
Happy birthday to me!
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
T for two
Didn't I promise you a T story?
During my ... hmmm... let's see...
6 plus months on the T every morning and evening; I haven't yet ridden on a T that was any of the following:
-Free of "stuck doors"
-Free of drunk jerks who just HAVE to stand right in my face (the smell of the alcohol makes me dizzy and nauseated)
-Free of BU kids...This one will never happen, unless I switch out of the Green line
-Free of a head banger and a goth chick making out heavily
-Free of some middle aged man breathing down that metallic and slightly garlic breath
-Free of someone asking for money in a Starbucks or a Au Bon Pain cup ( I'm sorry, but if I saw a bum with a Dunkey Ds cup vs a Starbucks cup? I don't know about you, but I'd be more likely to give my change to the bum with a DD cup)
There are many more, but where's the fun in revealing it all at once?
oh, one more... I really hate it when people try to peep at what I'm reading. GET YOUR OWN DAMN METRO!! THEY ARE FREE!!!
During my ... hmmm... let's see...
6 plus months on the T every morning and evening; I haven't yet ridden on a T that was any of the following:
-Free of "stuck doors"
-Free of drunk jerks who just HAVE to stand right in my face (the smell of the alcohol makes me dizzy and nauseated)
-Free of BU kids...This one will never happen, unless I switch out of the Green line
-Free of a head banger and a goth chick making out heavily
-Free of some middle aged man breathing down that metallic and slightly garlic breath
-Free of someone asking for money in a Starbucks or a Au Bon Pain cup ( I'm sorry, but if I saw a bum with a Dunkey Ds cup vs a Starbucks cup? I don't know about you, but I'd be more likely to give my change to the bum with a DD cup)
There are many more, but where's the fun in revealing it all at once?
oh, one more... I really hate it when people try to peep at what I'm reading. GET YOUR OWN DAMN METRO!! THEY ARE FREE!!!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
I've come to terms
hey all,
I've finally come to terms with the world.
The world that is...you ain't so cool unless you have a blog.
well, it's more for the reason that I want to brush up on my writing skills.
Also, since I've moved to the great city of Boston, I have seen things that deserves a bit of a shout, if you know what I mean. By the time I get to my beloved work place, and that is no sarcasm, I have at least 2 or 3 things to say about my T ride (oh yes the T) Believe me folks, you want to hear about this. Especially those back in Western Mass, who enjoy your morning rides in your SAAB, VOLVO or a Subaru Outback... (ha ha)
And then, there's this thing called, I-Have-Been-Watching-Sex-and-the-City-All-Weekend. I like to pretend that I have some sort of journalistic talent, and have just as clever things to say as C.B.
Minus the shoes, her apartment, her closet full of Channels and whatever the hottest designers are, her body....etc.
Other than that? I'm just like her!
Actually, I really hate C.B. (so much that sometimes I'm confused if I hate the character or Sarah Jessica Parker). I find her a bit annoying, but maybe I'm jealous...?
I've finally come to terms with the world.
The world that is...you ain't so cool unless you have a blog.
well, it's more for the reason that I want to brush up on my writing skills.
Also, since I've moved to the great city of Boston, I have seen things that deserves a bit of a shout, if you know what I mean. By the time I get to my beloved work place, and that is no sarcasm, I have at least 2 or 3 things to say about my T ride (oh yes the T) Believe me folks, you want to hear about this. Especially those back in Western Mass, who enjoy your morning rides in your SAAB, VOLVO or a Subaru Outback... (ha ha)
And then, there's this thing called, I-Have-Been-Watching-Sex-and-the-City-All-Weekend. I like to pretend that I have some sort of journalistic talent, and have just as clever things to say as C.B.
Minus the shoes, her apartment, her closet full of Channels and whatever the hottest designers are, her body....etc.
Other than that? I'm just like her!
Actually, I really hate C.B. (so much that sometimes I'm confused if I hate the character or Sarah Jessica Parker). I find her a bit annoying, but maybe I'm jealous...?
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