Janet my diva

Confession time.
I love Janet Jackson. I know, I know, boob incident this year is shocking. I mean shockingly gorgeous boob. Huh! just kidding, I really meant it was shocking. I remember screaming and pointing to my TV like a thirteen year old boy. "Haaaaaa...!!!!!"
Thank God I don't have a 7 year-old kid with me. I would've been the one in therapy sessions trying to discuss with the experts how to explain that to the kid.
Anyway, what I meant was Janet 12 years ago. The janet when I was in high school. Singing "that's the way love goes". BTW, I just realize that her album cover that time was also involving her being naked while some guy was coping her boobies. (What is wrrronggg with her???!) But I love her anyway. Just like some giggly girl defending Britney and her love choices.
A few days ago, I was browsing for some CDs and I found her old album: Janet, released in 1993.
Besides feeling completely old and moldy, I felt intrigued to check it out & listen to some of the clips.
Felt like in one of those quantum leap episodes, I was zapped back to my high school uniform and at Aries' yard with some pom-pom (since I was trapped into some bizzare/surreal cheerleading competition, enough said). Also zapped back to the crazy headmistress nun regime. Ah the good old days.
Very old-school. Me with my eyebrows unplugged.
So, I bought the CD. It's not a Jobim, but it's still a great one. She was my diva.
What a sentimental fool, my boyfriend will mock me I know. But that's okay, I always find some counterkick to mock him back. Hah!
So, let me have my CD already.
I'll be waiting by the mailroom door.

The Age Issue

Went with my work buddies for some team luncheon yesterday. I have to say, I applaud where our team is going, the number of female is growing. First it's just the two of us, now it's four. A hundred percent increased in just two months. Not bad.
Viva la estrogen!
As we shamelessly gulped down some juicy avocado rolls (who said that women only ate a little? Huh, what a myth).
The girls played 'guess my age' & let the men talk about work, hurricane, IT world, politics and world peace for a couple of hours.
Anyway, apparently I look about 4-5 years younger than I really am.
Awwww.... how sweet.
Well, actually, this is not the first time I got that kind of comment. When I graduated from my bachelor degree, I spent my no-job-nothing-to-do days going to the beauty salon to do good for nothing stuff. And the manicurist asked me why wasn't I'm at school.
I told her, I just graduated.
"Oh, from high school?"
"No, I just finished my bachelor study"
"Realllyyy??? you look so young"
Anyway, my birthday is coming in a few months. And I'm having cold feet. I know I'm whiny, but, this is the only place I CAN be whiny, simply because I claim ownerhip of this blog, and I can't whine at work, since I'm the youngest one.
So, quoting Joe on Friends on the episode where Rachel hit 30 and Joe was reminded about how old he was: "Whhyyyyy Gooodddd, whhhyyyyy????"

Array of Thoughts

• Today is dark, cloudy, rainy, grey and chilly. I love it! People think I'm weird coz I don't like summer and super bright hot days. I think people are weird for wanting to fry their bodies laying almost completely bare under the sun.
• Finally, I can feel fall is coming and the leaves start turning to yellow. People wear clothes again, the era of bare midriff, and guys without shirts has passed.
  
• I just got my 7-mega-pixel camera a few days ago. Actually, it's our camera (me and my boyfriend), but I got to keep it. Hah! Like two bored people who got nothing better to do, we tried the features there is in it. Including the 'sport' mode which will capture fast movement object. So I jumped up and down and ran back and forth in my apartment to prove it & forever those pictures will never ever be published. (You hear me hunny?!).
• Tomorrow is Monday. Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....
  

I'm grumpy when sleepy

Been having lack of sleep there past couple of days.
Day one was because mom called in the early morning hour just to chat.
For a morning person like her, 7:30 is way late.
I wake up at 8:30 the earliest (long live my working schedule!!! I love my office hours. Viva my office hours!!). Then I dragged myself to work & forced upon myself a half cup of coffee. Put cream & sugar to make it taste better. Yuck yuck yuck, still tasted like black water.
And it didn't work either!
Never again.
Went home. Tired.
Tried to go to bed early.
But couldn't sleep.
What the heck...?
Quarter life crisis maybe.
Finally fell asleep. After buried myself under pillows.
I beat my alarm this morning. Not because I had enough sleep, but my freakin huge gigantic windows are facing east, and today's weather was "Clear and sunny".
Wore my grey skirt & blue blouse.
Looked at self in the mirror.
Oh great,... it's going to be a bad hair day. Half of my hair flipped to one side while the other flipped to the other.
Tried to tied hair but hair is not long enough.
Gave up.
Whatever.
Ready to go but then remember that my green handbag doesn't match my blue blouse.
*#!@#@$%#@*
Changed handbag.
Run to work.
Work work work work work work, lunch, work work work work.
Went home.
Passed by my mirror. Looked at hair.
Still bad. Feel like shaving my head bald.
Grabbed a magazine. It's last week's TIME magazine.
The headline was New Orleans.
Suddenly, my problems seemed so tiny & trivial and I felt so sad.
Gosh, what an emotional roller coaster. I think I have manic depression disorder.
Or...
hm,...
Maybe just PMS.

My Big Surreal Mexican Wedding

First of all: relax, relax,... I'm just kidding, it's not my wedding. Besides, we're Asian.
I've been debating with myself about how I want to blog my experience yesterday and I came up with at least 6 different kinds of angles and it can take me a whole week to really portrait it, and I have a life.
So, after eating 3 grapes, I have made up my mind and decided to just do the quickest one possible.
My boyfriend told me that he intended to wear a tejana and corbata to blend in with the crowd. I, on the contrary, think that it is not a good idea. I'm not sure if he's joking or not. If he was, then it's funny, but if he's not, then we have a problem.
Anyway,...
When we arrived, the groom was missing, word is that he's out buying some more ice for the drinks. About half an hour later, we saw him with a doly hauling, yes, ice.
For me it was a very weird sight, but, hey, somebody's got to get the ice. And the groom was available.
I guess...
Also, this is the first time I ever see a bride cleaning up dirty plates & busy arranging the food.
The sight was just new for me, and I don't know what to say.
Jumping to the dancing part, I watched really closely as they dance. Super fast tempo they had with full blown la banda (band) and it seemed like the groom was dilligently trying to stomp on the bride's feet, but then she skillfully jump to the side (or the back or, whereever). Then all of a sudden, I thought, heeeyyy... wait a minute, that is how my boyfriend do his silly dance.
And at that very moment, (swear to God) my boyfriend leaned towards me & said "Now you know where I picked up those dance moves."
Sigh,...
Oy...

"Celine Dion critized President Bush for his slow response to Hurricane Katrina. Celine said, 'I could have driven everyone out of the city in two songs'"
-Conan O'Brien

I Have Wiiings!!!

I should have bought this wings I found at a clothing store. It's a bit small but it'll do.
Wonder what my coworkers & boss say if I wear this on Halloween.
Just kidding. I still want to be employed.
I wonder if I can find myself a halo to go with it too.
I already have the devil horn & tail that I wore in the past years. Which by the way fit me just great.
Maybe it's time for a joke & wear the wings & halo.
Yeah... being an angel might be the way to go this Halloween.
I'll think about it, though... my boyfriend might have a problem walking by my side on that day. (Let alone walking by my side the entire day, he had problem taking this picture. But being a good boyfriend that he is, he did anyway. Hahaha... )

Bird Dropping

A bird pooped on me!
There gotta be something good coming my way after all the hassle cleaning up while my obsessive-compulsive mind kept on screaming:
"Arrrgghhh...."
"Arrrgghhh........"
"ARRRGGHH......"

Who? Handsome? Where?

I called my mom a couple of days ago, as we're chatting about stuff she suddenly said to me:
Mom: "hey, do you remember Aunt Yvonne?
Me: "Who?"
Mom: "Aunt Yvonne, Aunty Lynn's cousin"
Me: "Hm,... Mom, Aunty Lynn, I know, but I ain't know nothing about Aunt Yvonne"
Mom: "Tsk, you know her, she's the chatty aunt from your cousin Jenny's wedding, she has two sons, the second one is as old as you, just a few months older"
Me: "Two sons? Hm,... "
At this point, some very vague flashbacks about Jenny's wedding all came rushing back to me. Fiiuffh.. that's a quite labor-demanding wedding that one. Just cause her future in-laws very strickly stuck on the old tradition with all the super jaded ceremonies which inquired presence of family members, a lot. Multiple times. Which made me -as a participant- had to buy multiple outfits too.
Anyway, I remembered a chatty, skinny, cheery aunt. That's gotta be the one. And the two sons... eh... maybe I know them.
Me: "Do I know the sons?"
Mom: "Don't you remember? Aunt Yvonne has two sons, the eldest one is less attractive, a bit shorter than the second one. The second one is quite handsome & tall too. The second one had a huge crushed on you. Remember?"
What?
Me: "What?"
Mom: "He kept on asking about you during all those ceremonies we had."
He did?
Me: "He did?"
Me: "How come it seems like I'm the only one who doesn't know this?"
Mom: "Well, maybe you just forgot about this, I think you did know, he was asking about you to all of your cousins."
Me:"Then, if he's handsome, how come I don't like him back? Are you sure it's the handsome one? Not the other one?"
Mom: " I think you're about to go to Chicago for school, Dear, so I guess you were just not interested in being involved with any guy. Yes yes, the second one, same birth year as yours"
Oh yeaa.... that guy. Yea yea... I remember a big guy in a tux.
I think he looked quite nice too. But I don't remember quite much about him.
This is so disturbing. My brain cells.
Me: "Uhm yeah, okay, so whazzup with aunt Yvonne?"
Mom: "Her son is getting married next week and our family is invited"
Me: "Huh? Which one?"
Mom: "The second one, the one who had a huge crush on you"
Me: "See, Mom, are you sure that it's the second one that had a crushed on me? Maybe it's the other one."
Mom: "No, I'm sure, Dear, I asked Aunty Lynn when she called me the other day: which son? Is it the one that had a huge crush on ******** (fill my real name here)? Aunty Lynn said yes, that's the one"
Oh, For Zeus sake, everybody, like, E.V.E.R.Y.B.O.D.Y knew?
Ugh... this conversation disturbs me on many levels:
a. I don't like the idea of everybody knowing something about me that I don't. Especially, this kind of thing. My personal bubble is huge, y' know.
b. My mom has better memory than me.
c. My mom is almost 60. And still she has better memory than me ("yes yes, same birth year as you") I mean... w.o.o.o.w!
c. Just realized that I'm old. Jenny's wedding was four freaking years ago. Makes me even more nervous about my next birthday.
d. That supposedly handsome guy... who is he? What's going on here?
Though on the lighter note, I'm happy for the supposedly handsome guy. Wedding is a big thing. I hope he provides unlimited supply of grilled lamb, my dad loves it and he does eat a lot.