Thursday, October 28, 2010

A Long October

Seriously! Longest. Month. Ever.
But such a beautiful month it is. The view of my backyard from my
bedroom window.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Cube View

This is the view from my cubicle. I think I would take a window cube
over a 4 wall office any day. And yes, I use my window as a whiteboard.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

All I Can Eat

Yesterday, to celebrate the fact that i ran a report to find out what my new salary was going to be, me and the boyprend went out to "celebrate". I wanted sushi.. it went from eating at a sushi joint to passion fish to red lobster... yes, we ended up at red lobster, i didn't get any sushi, but the ALL YOU CAN EAT shrimp deal was all like yelling at me.. something about this deal is too good to pass up! And I was all like, dude, i don't even like shrimp that much... but i saw the prices of the other plates and they were about the same or even more than the ALL YOU CAN EAT shrimp... so i was all like fine, fine. All I can eat it is!

I ordered 4 plates with a side of salad and a baked potato. I ordered a 5th plate, i took a bite and had to take it home.
15 minutes later i was ready to die
30 minutes later i was ready to throw up.
hearing the word shrimp makes me want to throw up
writing the word shrimp (because i have to say it in my head when i type it out) makes me want to throw up

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Dear Diary

Today, my boyfriend surprised me with a hello kitty iPhone case. Yes I
just went there. Yes, I turned 30 this year. If my LV carrying, Lexus
driving, hello kitty iphoning doesn't scream out ASIAN
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know what will.



Tuesday, October 05, 2010


Over the weekend I found out that my grandfather (on my dad's side) died. First of all, I'd like to rant that I found out through FACEBOOK. My cousin updated her status about "happy times" and then "RIP Grandpa"... i saw it in the morning while i was in bed... and i, for some reason, thought she was talking about her dad's dad which would have no relations to me. Three hours later I looked at the picture she posted and the picture of the grandpa looked familiar. I im'ed my brother and asked.. he confirm.. i was like WTH!
I called my house and talked to my sister who knew that my grandfather wasn't feeling well, but didn't know that he had passed away. My parents were already on their way to the airport - my dad was on his way to Vietnam.
I called my sister so that she didn't have to find out through Facebook like i did. She said she knew... and that she was suppose to call me, but got "sidetracked". $#$)(#)*$?! (#$)(#*???!? WTH!
i was pretty upset!
/end rant

Anyway, you may or may not notice but I am writing this post very matter of factly. Am I upset that my grandfater died? Yes. I am upset, but i am not sad. I am upset because he was my dad's dad and I know that my dad is not taking it too well - how can you take a parent's death well? I am upset because he is family and i'm upset because it is death, but I'm not sad because I didn't know my grandfather at all. I've met him once in my life and we barely said anything to each other. One reason is because my Vietnamese sucks and another is because he was the old typical/traditional Vietnamese male. He wanted food on the table when it was dinner time and what did he have to talk to kids about? Nothing. Even my dad did not communicate with him all that much. So I just wanted to blog that overall - this experience has been really weird for me. For a death to be so close to home, yet so far.

I talked to my mom later on that night to make sure her and my dad were feeling "okay". She rewarded me with a "back-in-the-day" story about life in Vietnam. I LOVE these stories, as it is amazing how much trial and tribulation the family has gone through. I think my parents and my uncles and aunts should share these stories more with the kids so that we don't take things for granted. Instead, we are spoiled U.S. kids, who's parents worked hard to give us clothes and toys and video games while we wonder why life is unfair and have no idea what to do with our lives. Sometimes, when i think of these things, i feel that choice and freedom is just too much for kids to handle. That if we had to actually do what we needed to do to survive like our parents did, it'd be much different. Who cares what we would like to do.. it's about what we have to do to live a life to survive - and then hopefully- we get some sort of reward out of life.