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| bull shit poppy cock. love roald dahl's works - the dude could write about anything - from the witty to the deep, spin out stories so satisfying, phrases and rants that were written for kids who weren't allowed to curse, but gave them words and pages of hard hitting emotional junk that somehow all fit together and was deeply satisfying. found out that my friend from junior high - a girl who's bookbag i used to kick (well, okay we took turns kicking each other's bookbags - it was a running joke until one day, i missed and kicked her butt by accident), just had her first child. I haven't seen/spoken to her in a while and did the 'congrats' on facebook, because really, that's the only way to keep in touch these days. But in any case, I'm really happy for her; that kid is so lucky to have her as a mom. you know when you're job has it in for you, when you're working from home and STILL, you're freaking busy. Looks like i'm working late today...from home.. wth? ><'' im about to chuck my blackberry out the door. Although, one of the perks from working at home is the PJs i get to wear all day and seeing the winter sunset from the firescape. On another note, I'm looking for some volunteer work to do over xmas break. I have a week off, a canceled ski/snow boarding trip and ample time on my hands. boredom does not sit well with me, i will have to go out and change the world. | | |
| ok, i think i officially hate shopping. spent the day trying to find a new pair of boots to wear because i can't wear my flats to work anymore (too cold) and my other boots are too casual for work. mom and i browsed through macy's today and i met up with a friend afterwards and hit union square and soho. wish i was rich enough to have someone pick shoes out for me, bring them to my couch, let me try them on in front of a mirror, get my approval and just buy the darn thing.
usually, i'd say im you're typical girly girl - i love pink, cuteness, and hello kitty. but shopping - ugh, too much work for me. I remember passing out at the shiseido outlet much to the horror of my older female cousins who had brought me there. Too many women, pushing, shoving, not enough air + skipping breakfast is enough for me to collapse and faint.
it's odd - in my prior relationships, i don't think i ever put my (ex) bfs in that sort of misery - usually, i'd be the one holding their jackets as they slowly browsed through the men section. note to self - that'll never happen again.
that's not to say that I don't shop though - if i need something, or have my eye on a particular item, i'll go in, pick it up and bounce.
anyways, finally bought a pair at urban outfitters - not overly fond of it, but it'll do pig. it'll do.
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| Lately, I've been seeing a whole lot of cuteness (^_~) and one of them is the commercial below. HOLY MOTHER, when i first saw this commercial - I was completely in awe - their clothes are so cute, the song is awesome, but it was the dancing that completely blew me away. I don't really care much for Gap clothing (they're good for a few basics), but they must have a HECK of a choreographer/marketing team because honey, i am SOLD. There's a commercial with the adult line of clothing for GAP, and although that was cool too, you just can't beat these girls - especially with the screaming in the middle - omg!! cuteeee!! =D Sadly, I must admit I learned the dance - been singing and dancing when no one is looking, but no where as cute. not even close. not even near. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- was watching curious george on tv a few hours ago (my tv hasn't been the same since dtv, and this was the best thing playing out of the 3 channels i had - but why am i defending myself here? i like curious george, don't judge) with mom and it was the episode where george gets trapped in the zoo after it's closed. so there we are sitting quietly on the couch watching the show while im eating my dinner, and on the screen, george is looking at the locked gate, realizing that it's locked.
Mom: "ai yah, so dead what is he going to do now?"
After she said that, i just turned and gave her a good long look....
Me: "really ma? really?"
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| this past weekend, I went with a friend to get our hair done/do/did. She had recommended this place called Hayato on 23rd street, and since it was time for a trim, I agreed.
The place was on the 2nd floor and was really nice - wooden floors, black smocks to change into, and since it was a Japanese salon, they had japanese pop music playing. The assistant - a young guy came out to greet me and introduced me to my stylist. After a short consultation (I was going in for a trim really), the assistant took me over to the sinks and began to wash my hair.
We made small talk and he was pretty friendly - my friend had warned me about the massages at this place, so when he started massaging my scalp, i thought to myself, "ok, this isn't so bad."
Once he finished, he wrapped my hair up in a towel and took me back to the chairs. That's when the awkwardness began.
Him: "I will give you massage now. Do you prefer hard or medium?"
Me: "Umm, medium?"
Him: smiles "ok"
Me: thinking - crap, I thought he already gave me the massage...
The dude starts rubbing my shoulders and that's when I start freaking out. I've never been in this type of situation before - at least not with a stranger, so the inner school girl in me starts squealing and going, "OMG!" The 24 year old me, starts telling me to shut up and play it cool, so while this conversation is taking place in my head, I notice that he's looking at me through the mirror as he rubs my neck and back... I get really self-conscience at this point, and have no idea where to look, so I look sideways at the person next to me and pretend to be really interested in how the stylist is cutting her hair.
Im sitting slouched in the chair at this point, and hoping that it'll be over soon. Since I'm not sure how to act, I take a desperate scan around the room to see if anyone else is getting a massage at this point, so that I can mimic what they're doing. Am I suppose to make small talk? eye-contact? close my eyes? back straight? ><'' I see my cell phone on the table in front of me and am tempted to txt 'help' to my friend who's on the other side of the room.
Then, his arms start getting lower, and he does the weird knuckle thing in my lower back so I freak and sit up straight, because I start thinking ok maybe i was suppose to sit up straight all along. He takes this as a sign that I'm uncomfortable, so he apologizes and starts rubbing my shoulders again, and I do the dumb "oh no, it's ok". At this point, I decide that I HAVE to say something to get rid of the awkwardness and the fact that my face is beet red, so i try to make small talk with him -
Me: "Where did you learn how to give massages?"
Him: awkwardly smiles and his face is red now too
Me: I realize, he doesn't understand what I'm saying - I repeat myself.
Him: "Sorry, I came only 6 months ago"
Me: Realizing that this is only getting more awkward, so i go, "oh, no it's ok." I awkwardly smile back.
Him: Realizing my failed attempt to make small talk, he chips in "How old do you think I am?"
Me: Half - relieved, I pick a low number - "20?"
Him: laughs, "no 24, my friends think I look too young"
After that, things get better and we discuss other topics as he massages my neck and shoulders. A good 20 minutes pass by, and when the stylist finally turns up (omg, where the heck have you been?!), the dude leans in and whispers "thank you" in my ear. I raise my eyebrows really high, smile, and go, "oh no, thank you." As my cheeks turn from bright red to pink again, i take a couple of breaths - the guy was pretty nice, and we bonded despite the language barrier.
As the stylist starts cutting my hair, I notice the lady on the other side of me is getting her massage now, only her masseuse is a female. She's sitting up straight, with her eyes closed and her head down.
note to self: next time I get a massage at this freaking place, I will sit up straight, close my eyes, put my head down and shut the f up.
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| "if you're going to do something - might as well do it right"
usually on black fridays - i tend to stay home since i've heard the stories and there is nothing materialistic that I want THAT much to warrant black eyes and never ending crowds.
this year though, my friends wanted to go to Woodbury's Midnight Madness, and so, I figured I might as well go big if I decide to do something so I shrugged my shoulders and went.
Everything else that night was a blur, so here's the random thoughts that popped into my head during our escapade:
7:30pm: buying the 30 white castle hamburgers (our thanksgiving meal) for a van of 5 girls is OD. When the burgers are hot, I can see the purpose of Harold & Kumar's journey. When they're cold - they're just gross.
9pm - 12am: 1.5 hours of standing on line to get into Coach was okay at first - security guards were giving out candy, people were taking pictures going, "omg, can't believe there's soo many people"...but afterawhile, standing that long on a line really makes you want to freaking buy something to make it worth the wait - even though I don't really care for name brands and think Coach is overrated - i blew cash buying my mom a bag and a wristlet for me when I go partying (ref previous post). We spent alot of time at this store...
12am - 2am: All the stores are open at this point and so, we hit Aldo's, Espirit, A/X, Kenneth Cole and Banana Republic. I'm still cheery at this point - snapping at people who shove by, jumping up and down, laughing with my friends, etc.
2:07am: I break away with one of my friends and head over to starbucks to buy coffee: I note the long line, and instead, I pick up a bottle of coke at a vending machine for caffeine.
2:20am-5:30am: We give in and wait on another long line - The NorthFace, where I pick up a fleece for my dad. We harrass a kid about where he got this blue fleece he's trying on, and I contemplate the differences between dark brown and light brown. Then, l'occitaine (hand cream for the parents), and a whole bunch of other stores, which I don't remember.
5:30am-6:30am - my cell phone is dead, and I'm wearing my hood at this point. I've decided to follow my friends around because I'm kick ass tired - my eyes have gone all zombie like and I keep shifting my weight from foot to foot trying to give the other foot a break. We stop in some store, and I grab something to try on in the fitting room - i take a 10 minute nap in there, and come back out.
6:30am - the sun is up and the store clerks are telling us good morning as we leave the stores. We call it a day and head back to the car where I pass out.
9:00am - I arrive home. I wake up my sister and tell her to hide the gifts from our parents. I then shower and collapse.
3:00pm - I finally wake up - think back on the night, and you know what? It all feels like a dream.
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