Thursday, January 5, 2012

poof

Maybe my old friend had it right afterall. She ended a 7 year relationship with nary a word. Just stopped talking to the guy. He messaged her to confirm a month later that they were broken up. They were.

The break up talk is always so heartwrenching. It's hard to commit to a break up talk, because risk aversion starts to kick in. I start to chicken out when I think of the break up talk. This seems much better. No contrived reason as to why it's not working out.

 Maybe I just need to disappear. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

NYE



My friend hosted a party at her apartment and made everyone dress up. I think Kevin and I did dress pretty nicely.

 We didn't have time to make anything for the potluck, so Kevin and I brought 50 pieces of McDonald's chicken nuggets. I took all the nuggets out of the boxes and stuck toothpicks in them. I grabbed pieces of lettuce out of a nearby salad and garnished the "breaded chicken." I made everyone refer to them as "breaded chicken" the whole night. Wish I had taken a picture.
“You yourself are read in so many different ways by people and you cannot control what they see. All you can do is know your intentions are good, you are good and loving, and they are probably trying their hardest to overcome a hurdle in their life. Be open, aware, and positive, and hope for the best."

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Mission Impossible- Paula Patton

Watched Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol last night with Kevin and his sister. That movie was an hour too long. Kevin started falling asleep at the end. I was wondering why the characters explained every plot point to us. I was so bored by the end that I wish I could have knocked out like Kevin.

Despite the boredom, I fell in love with Paula Patton and her green dress.  So unbelievably gorgeous.  Photobucket

Holidays

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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

feeling Scroogey

I haven't bought presents for my cousins' kids and my brother's kid yet and I wish I weren't obligated to. At least, I wish their parents would subsidize my gifts to them. They are children of high income earners (doctor + engineer, pharmacist + engineer, dentist + lawyer). They have a ton of toys and whatever they don't have, they probably don't want. What am I supposed to give them? Do I scratch my head and try to give them something intangible? Or say bah humbug to it all.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

cried my way out of a parking ticket

As anyone who lives in LA knows, parking enforcement are abundant and active. It's a given that you'll have to pay a parking ticket on a biannual basis. No matter how careful you are, there's always going to be a day where you're in a rush, neglect to read a sign, or your quick errand ends a minute after your meter expiration time, and they spring into action. I loathe them.

 On Monday, I luckily spotted one as he was about to issue a citation. I ran to him and asked what the problem was.
    "You're parked too far from the curb."
     "But I'm in the gutter." Just barely, but worth a shot, right?
      "Look at where the other cars are." I couldn't imagine having to pay another $60 ticket.
      "Please," I said, "I work for free. I don't even get a parking spot. I know it doesn't seem like a lot of money to you, but it's a lot of money for me right now." My eyes started to water. It was raining, so I pushed myself to cry a little bit. "My life kind of sucks right now." Yes! Tears.

     He put down his ticket book and looked at me with concern. "What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong." I started babbling about going to college and then law school. Taking the bar. The crappy economy and he instructed me to open my car and sit down. He said he won't give me a ticket.

    Then he started wiping tears from my face. I was horrified and disgusted, but I also didn't want the ticket, so I let the stranger continue to touch my face. Just keep it believable, I told myself, a couple more seconds. He told me he had a friend that's a job recruiter and maybe she can help me find a job. And I said sure, and wrote down my contact information. I didn't care at that point; I just wanted him to stop touching my face. He took my information and told me to take care.

   I can't believe I did all that just because I didn't want to pay a damn parking ticket.