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so i saw this girl on the subway...

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 15:43:57 GMT

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080729/od_nm/subway_dc

p.s. i promise to update with something not stolen/copy/pasted/linked soon! i just realized i have a heck of a lot of ground to cover post-I'm-going-to-Greece-peace-out... and it's daunting!

bon voyage!

Mon, 26 May 2008 15:15:52 GMT

I was supposed to do a long and thoughtful and detailed entry a while ago on the crazy rollercoaster that has been my life for the past few months or so. The rollercoaster fortunately let me get off on solid ground a couple months ago, after a turbulent yet ultimately incredibly fulfilling ride, but I think I had to take some time to process everything...

So much to document and reflect on but for now, I'll just have to say a rather inappropriate "screw it all" because I have a plane to catch in a few hours!

What a cheap thrill it is to be able to say that because...

For the first time in my life, I can honestly say and feel that I actually deserve to go on a vacation. There is definitely something to be said for working your little arse off and then taking off for an Aegean adventure.

Am off to discovery and relaxation and tourist archaeology and female bonding and souvlaki on the streets of GREECE.This is a place that has been so vivid in my mind just from pictures and images and now I get to take it all in for real. (Okay, I'll admit it... this probably has much to do with "Traveling Pants.")

So raising my glass of ouzo to a week in Athens, Mykonos, and Santorini!

How does one say "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" in Greek?

oh, how i miss The Hill

Tue, 06 May 2008 03:11:00 GMT

the blackest day of all

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:07:11 GMT

Yesterday, April 14th....

Black day for love, big day for noodles...

To be respectful of the ways of the motherland, T and I got this one out of the way ages ago... coincidentally, on February 14th. The American holiday that happened to fall on that exact day escapes me at the moment...

black mourning garb and mmm... black black noodles, excusing the obvious brown tinge

clearly brokenhearted and trying to demonstrate said emotion with finger sculptures, only to massively fail

[but secretly happy to be free of poopyheads, i.e. male species]

We then embraced the beauty in being able to watch the movie we really wanted to see without having to cater to anyone else's opinions. (I think we ended up watching "Definitely, Maybe").

We embraced singledom.

We embraced blackness.

happy belated black day y'all! meet me at 'bukkyong' for some 'jjajangmyun'!

p.s. who wants to go see mr. john mayer with me this summer?

pop quiz, hotshots*

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 03:24:43 GMT

Question 1:

Who uttered the following quote to Eunice today: "You're so beautiful. You're just so beautiful. I just want to put you some place where I could just stare at you all day long."

a. One of the students at work trying to get out of a timeout

b. The insanely cute Starbucks barista she's long admired from afar

c. The insanely old man in a suit at the gas station

d. A garden gnome

Question 2:

What did Eunice feel like doing after hearing the above from [answer to Question 1] ?

a. Cry from sheer happiness.

b. Get her hearing checked. And her eyesight.

c. ROTFLHAO

d. Bathe in Lysol. Repeatedly.

Question 3:

Is the following statement True or False?

Despite popular belief that she was either exaggerating some previous incidents or that they were all due to pure coincidence, it turns out Eunice really does attract creepy old men while at the same time repelling twentysomething attractive ones.

I guess I don't have to include an answer key with this because Question 3 pretty much gave the other answers away... though I'm sure no one was expecting anything good to come of this quiz, knowing that this is me we're talking about.

But still, COME ON! IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE! I have just suffered the indignity of the creepickiest thing ever said to me, from the oldest man to ever say it (though impeccably dressed and driving a fantastic car... which doesn't make it any better at all.)

Blech.

* Reference from Speed, the movie... in case you couldn't tell from the fact that I normally don't use words like 'hotshot. If you haven't seen this movie, you absolutely must. It's absolutely classical.

everything i learned, i learned from a starbucks cup

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 19:39:39 GMT

When my anti-establishment streak rears its 'power to the people' head (oh, say two days a week), I despise all that Starbucks represents, ugly mermaid logo et al. However, most of the time, I appreciate what Starbucks offers me- a brief respite once a week (my personal limit) from a crazy work day in which to have a nice adult conversation with Mr. Barista (after having to convince a 5 year old that throwing his shoe at me is not an acceptable way to problem solve) and walk away with enough vanilla flavored caffeine in me to get through the rest of the day. I can kinda get why the lines are winding around out the door (though in all honesty, the urge to veer off into the donut store next door instead is oh so tempting!)

And I realize that I get really important life lessons with my lattes! As I'm sure even the most infrequent Starbucks conossieur has noticed, the white/green cups always come with a "The Way I See It" statement or quote- which I always read first thing as I simultaneously scorch the tips of my fingers. Call me a cheeseball (which I totally am) but I don't think the contents would taste quite the same were the cup to have another ugly mermaid in place of these little tidbits.

I particularly liked today's The Way I See It #291:

"In a world where celebrity equals talent, and where make-believe is called reality, it is most important to have real love, truth and stability in your life." - Bernie Brillstein, Film and television producer

Of course my brain had to go all English-major-analysis on this but it just resonated, despite coming from Mr. Film and TV Producer.

Forget the first part which is totally true. Skip to real love, truth, and stability.

I particularly got stuck on the statement of 'real love'- plain old 'love' is can be either the most meaningful or most trite word for a person to use. And so easily misperceived when put into emotion (pun-ny, I know!). Just a note to self to always distinguish, especially because I have the true standard to which whatever comes must stand up against.

I think have a lot of truth in my life... but could definitely use more, especially when I'm dealing with myself.

Stability. Stuck again. I feel like I've achieved a semblance of stability on a very shaky surface... meaning that true stability still eludes me. But something that I really need to work on achieving. It's a term and sentiment that we use every day at work and really, it's a basic need in all aspects of one's life. Note to self: keep working on this one.

All these thoughts and self-introspection from a coffee cup...

one, two, three, four, tell me that you love me more

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 04:57:50 GMT

On the eve of yet another Valentines Day. S-i-n-g-l-e.

Being single sucks. Or at least that's what they want you to believe. And yes, sometimes they equals me. So while I have been known to make a big stink about being the S-word, especially on such discriminatory holidays, I will channel Dr. Seuss and let you all in on a little secret: I am not sad. I am not mad. Being single is not bad. In fact, it is totally rad!

After careful consideration, there are about 325 extremely glorious reasons for being gratefully single on V-Day, or really, any day! Here are my top ten, in order of relative importance:

Ten. You can chop off all of your hair on a whim the day of. Just because you feel like it.

Nine. Red/pink is truly a revolting color combo. Very Pepto Bismol. Don't have to have any of that.

Eight. If you plan on being married to the same man for the majority of your life, and thus plan to spend the majority of your V-Days with this same man, why not spend the minority of your life/V-Days with other people? Preferably your best girlfriends.

Seven. Chick flicks.

Six. The saddest love songs make the best ones, the songs you could never include in a mixed tape for your significant other but you can listen to while lying in a darkened room alone. E.g. "The Scientist."

Five. When asked "What are you wearing tonight?" your answer most certainly will not involve stilettos or strapless bras. More along the lines of sweats, baby, sweats.

Four. One fork with that dessert please, not two. Sharing is for sissies in relationships. Not for me.

Three. You can celebrate Korean Designer Holidays, specifically engineered for sad, lonely, single people who have to pretend like they are but truly aren't. Hence, tomorrow is not really Valentines Day. It's Black Day!

Two. You can rewatch movies like "Never Been Kissed" and aspire to find your very own Sam Coulson to spend next year's V-Day with. And without the burden of a non-Sam-Coulson-esque significant other weighing you down in your search.

ONE. You can join in the most liberating, joyous Eunice-Valentines-Tradition known to single woman. Ladies, you know where I'm going with this. I want you to sing it with me, preferably atop a platform of some kind, madly pumping a fist into the air.....

The shoes on my feet
I bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me'
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I bought it
The car I'm driving
I bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

One can only hope I maintain this zen tomorrow at work with floral deliveries and surprise visits all damn day long... repeat one through ten, repeat one through ten....

just another manic monday but here comes SUPER TUESDAY

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 04:12:56 GMT

Today was not a good day.

I should have known when I took out my brand new lip balm during the morning commute (Co Bigelow mint gloss, highly recommended) only to have the cap fly out of my hand and under... into the car abyss. Capless lip gloss is just a little too unsanitary for my borderline OCD to handle...

But tomorrow?

TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY. The beginning of the end of the Bush Administration for us Californians, which is cause enough to forget any lipgloss mishaps and celebrate.

I think if anything, the last election proved the power of the vote, through and through.

apathy = danger

So I guess I have to invoke P. Diddy once more (something I try not to do too often) and just say it straight........

VOTE OR DIE!!!!!!!!

[ To coincide with Super Tuesday and to impress voting as an important civic duty to the younguns, we're holding a schoolwide election for our mascot tomorrow. Will it be the Meerkat, the Hawk, the Roadrunner, or the Musketeer? May the best rodent/man in tights win!]

And now for some subliminal messages: ;)

i resolve not to resolve

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 08:59:07 GMT

This new year, this 2008, I resolve to not make any resolutions.

If this little reverse psychology of mine pays off, as the clock strikes 12 exactly one year from today, I will be standing with a devastatingly gorgeous male specimen under a disco ball in an equally gorgeous cocktail gown outrageously paired with the Tory Burch boots I have salivated over but could not afford until then, paid off with the last check from my financially satisfying yet personally fulfilling career. I will whirl and twirl around the floor as I wish everybody a very happy two thousand and nine but until then, I say....

HAPPY 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*throws confetti on everyone*

p.s. Cursory viewings of "Sex and the City" led me to believe that I'm a Charlotte but consistent, chronological viewing has led to an extremely disturbing realization- I think I'm a Miranda. How horrifying is that? It does explain a lot. I'm going to go and take one of those quizzes and see if my instincts are true. Stay tuned.

charlie brown style

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 04:22:54 GMT

This post is about a simple yet highly effective way to infuse some holiday spirit into your life...

I was (kinda still am) seriously having an anxiety attack about the onset of Christmas, for purely monetary reasons. Due to some unforecasted expenditures (all for a good cause I assure you, not simply furthering my vast collection of scarves), my bank account went from being critical but stable to needing life support, STAT. And I just so keep happening to see 'absolutely positively the perfect gift for so and so' everywhere I go, and then have mini pro/con/rationalization sessions in my head. It's exhausting. And probably unnecessary, I will admit.

In addition, an affliction which many Korean children (ahem twenty somethings living at home) suffer from, has affected me several years in running now- a treeless home! Who else has heard "you're not a kid anymore I don't have time or energy are you going to go drag out the tree from the garage no I'm not putting up a tree this year" line? So this year, in need of some spiriting up, I took matters into my own hands.

I went and got me my very own Charlie Brownesque tree! Before and after...

I was even gracious enough the let the Tree Nazi decorate it (sorry T! she practically begged!):

And my dad would kill me if he knew I posted a picture of him in his pjs but he what he doesn't know won't hurt him...

Our little tree is even more gorgeous in person! And it makes the house smell like you're standing in a forest. Christmas, richer or poorer, I am ready for you!

p.s. Was anyone else foolish enough to subject themselves to the Citizens of Humanity Warehouse Sale? Still contemplating the sanity of doing so, battle scars and all!