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[01 Nov 2005|12:56pm] |
WOW it's been a while~
If you're reading this, you're invited!
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[24 Apr 2005|08:46am] |
so i'm totally going to pull a holly and post the same thing from my xanga here, cause it SO needs to be said...
PICKPOCKETING WHITE TRASH
ok, i guess i'm still pretty bitter.. so here goes... there was a roving balloon vender in the mall and my brother and i got all excited when we saw her cause the first thing i spot is a hello kitty balloon and the first thing he spots is a batman balloon. so we're all excited as he buys me the hk balloon for $3 and he gets the batman for $6, that sounds pricy, but it's shaped like him and it's not really a balloon as much as it's an inflatable batman, and he has a cape too. you know how in high school people really think they're the shit? well these high school girls were looking at us like we were dorks or something and my brother looks right at them and says something like, hey, what's up? and we walk away. so anyway, my balloon is the metallic kind, but not helium, it's on the end of a stick, the kind that lasts like FOREVER. so after we do some shopping, our hands are kinda full so we stuck the balloons in a bag. since mine was on a stick, the top of it was sticking out of the bag. so we go to old navy and put the bag down beside the khaki wall so we can look for my brother's size. it's like RIGHT there in front of us. when we get into the checkout line, i notice that hk is gone!! so i go and retrace my steps, but she's gone!! AND THEN i see this little girl, 4 or 5 maybe holding it. i walked up to the mom and said excuse me, did she find that? her son, looks high school age says yes... and then her eyes get really wide and she busts out with YES! she did find it! but all the way back in jc penny (which is uber far from old navy). and i'm like uuuuh? ok... so my brother and i leave and we're FUMING cause THAT IS SO MY BALLOON! and i wasn't going to snatch it from the kid or cause a fuss in front of her, because honestly that's the way little kids are and it's the parents job to teach them the difference between right and wrong~ i mean the son was owning up to her snatching it out of my bag, but the mom went and LIED. and i really wasn't intending on taking it from her. i mean if her mom was like oh ok, honey give it back, or offered to pay for it, then i might just feel bad and out of the goodness of my heart just give it to the girl, BUT THE FACT IS SHE LIED! AND STOLE MY BALLOON THAT I PAID FOR! of course my brother is full of great ideas so he says we should follow them. if we can't get it back we have to at least let them know that WE know they lied and they were wrong. (did i note they were TOTALLY grungy looking white trash family? i mean really get those kids some combs or something) i didn't want to at first.... but i gave in and we went back. i saw them in line and i got the bright idea to talk to a manager... like maybe if we put enough pressure on them they'd give it up. or at least feel bad. so as i walk up to a manager at a register... THE FAMILY COMES TO THE COUNTER RIGHT NEXT TO US TO PAY... so i'm at a loss for words and the manager is looking at me like i'm slow or something. so i ask her to step aside to talk to me.. and i told her that i suspected another customer of stealing something from my bag that i bought somewhere else, and she was really sympathetic, but the lady couldn't do anything cause it wasn't her merchandise. bah. so then we stand outside the door and my brother pretended to be looking for the balloon in our bag, but i stared them down as they left the store, i was also on the phone telling a friend the story and shouting about how it was MY balloon, and explaining what it looked like.. and i was visibly upset... so then we start following them... and the mom sends the kids out one door and keeps walking further down the mall.. so we followed the kids.. but they just walked out... i guess the mom wanted them to go out to the car, or wait outside that door so she could go somewhere else to pull the car round. anything to avoid our KNOWING EYES. so after they're gone we're pretty powerless and TOTALLY PISSED. so as i'm heading back up the mall, i see the balloon vender. and i get the bright idea to go talk to her.. cause i'm thinking if she only sold one hk balloon then i'd at least have the peace of mind of knowing i was right that she stole from me instead of always wondering. so i approached her and asked her.. and she said she sold three =( she asked me why, and i told her about what happened, how i suspected mine was stolen by that girl, but i guess now i couldn't be sure. and she handed me a new one! i was pretty shocked, but she said that it happens all the time and that it's ok, because little kids grab things they want all the time, and rather than teach their kids that stealing is bad, or that they shouldn't do that, parents just don't want to deal with a crying or upset kid and are willing to lie. that is so sad. my brother kept saying that if he saw something in his kid's hand that he knew he did buy for him/her, he'd ask them where they got it and make them put it back. i mean even if she did find it in jc penny, she should at least leave it there so when when the real kid that bought it goes back to look for it, they can find it! anyway, that was really nice of the balloon vender, and i felt like a big baby for making such a big deal, BUT IT WAS MINE! AND SHE LIED! SO SHE DID NOT DESERVE A FREE BALLOON. it's the principle of the matter. getting stolen from makes you MAD. people need to teach their kids... i mean really! ::exasperated scream:: (david and tina knows what it sounds like)
so yea, you can read about the rest of my weekend here
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| not for any lack of stuff happening |
[01 Sep 2004|05:47pm] |
but for TOO much
VSA owns me
i have 21 books!!!
6 for history
6 for buddhism
7 for political theory
one for astro
one for music
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21!~ bah! no shelf space! i'll see you guys sooooonnn! i promise!
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[27 Aug 2004|02:05pm] |
wax on is easy
wax off is a bitch
took a good two hours today to wash three cars and wax my own
and when i'm done my mom tells me she wants me to wax hers so that it will be pretty like mine
now i'm covered in sweat and bug bites
but i can't go shower again cause i showered before i waxed hers.
hey look, it's kinda like a pretentious poem
but not.
i should throw in some SAT words too, im me for the details on that story
my face doesn't look as bad today and the sides of my breasts and yes my still red underbelly and still very red and very uncomfortable. so i'm going to scrap the next visit to the tanning booth. thanks anyway sandra, maybe i'll go visit sometime in December when i heal from this mess. or maybe i should have a healthy fear of skin cancer and develop that pasty pale look that was so popular in the mid 90s... wait, then i'd have to be a waif too.. oh so much to do...
ALL PACKED! LET'S GO! I'M READY TO GET OUT THIS JUNX!
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| I'M SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT |
[26 Aug 2004|10:58pm] |
so i still have this CRAZY tanline from the beach trip in july.. not even like a decent bathing suit tanline or anything, like i was wearing a sleeveless shirt the whole weekend... so i had this barbie doll tanline where it looked like i had a barbie shoulder joint... i can't wear a shirt with a smaller shoulder area without looking kinda retarded... so what's my brilliant answer??
hollywood tans!
bah!
it was dark in the little room, so i didn't see that there directions for the lil sticker things to cover my eyes had special directions for a way to apply it so i wouldn't get white circles around my eyes. but i didn't see them, so i just stuck them on my eyes. so now i have white circles around my eyes. oh and i forgot to apply my sun screen.
when i got out, i was brown... but now several hours later i'm red. like a lobster. my soft white underbelly is now soft red underbelly. it doesn't hurt like a burn burn, but it's uncomfortable. the sad thing is i want to go back tomorrow to fix my face =( screw their stickers, i'll just go with my eyes closed
oh the pains to be beautiful
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[26 Aug 2004|01:30pm] |
my daddy gave me a pocket knife yesterday, i feel like such a big girl
it has two knives, pliers, a philips head screwdriver, a flat head screwdriver, a scaler with a 2 in ruler, a bottle opener and this other thing i haven't figured out yet
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[25 Aug 2004|03:05am] |
i can't seem to bring myself to pack (or update for that matter).. not for not wanting to go... but gosh!!
my daily routine since like last tuesday has been to stay up till about now or 4am talking on the phone, sleep till noon, wake up, eat breakfast, shower and go back to sleep till around 4 or 5 in the afternoon...then i shop... come home and the phone rings!
i've still go so much to do before saturday... i might just have to bring dirty clothes with me
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| you! you! and you! |
[16 Aug 2004|09:30pm] |
STOP BEING DEPRESSED!!
yes. it is that simple.
you're sucking all the fun out of this. you're going to college! you get to leave your house and come back whenever you want (when you need money)! like you haven't wished time and again over the years to be able to be independent and on your own... not everyone gets to do this, consider yourself lucky!
what's the worst that can happen? your parents will promise to come visit you every month for a weekend and they'll stop by october. crazy roommate? great stories to tell! bad grades? normal! miss home? none of your friends are there anymore anyway! those that are are too busy for you! miss your mom? she finally gets to run around the house naked! it's OOOOOOKKKK guys! take a deep breath and relax
you get to start over. you know how there's the person you really are, then there's the person you show to everyone? well now you can be whoever you want to be. shooot... half the people at school think i'm cool or some mess like that... see how easy it is?? O_O
you guys are freaking me out.
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[14 Aug 2004|06:35pm] |
trying to see people before it's time to go back to school.. which won't come soon enough... already started packing, but not really.. just a way to get things picked up in my room...
done with gap this tuesday and then i have no clue what to do for the next ten days.
why doesn't danga update???
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| please no more gap... |
[06 Aug 2004|10:21pm] |
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i was a delinquent at work today, and my good girl charms could not save me. i got caught being a slacker... oh well...
so i'm looking at my BL, a grand total of 35 people online... and no one i particularly want to talk to... i mean, of course most are away or on that cell phone dealie... but i wonder... earlier in the summer i went through and deleted all the screen names of people i felt a particular animosity towards and found that out of sight out of mind really works. why keep checking the profile of people i shouldn't even care about?
i think that will be my philosophy for the coming school year. ignore people i don't like. i used to be pretty good at that.. but i've let negativity take over me as of late. i'm even considering throwing out all civility in favor of outright, frigid ignoring of people. cause when i force myself to be civil... i get angry later... and that's not cool. if i don't have anything nice to say, i won't say anything, nor will i make up something nice to their face. i really think when people try to be nice to people they don't like.. it's not cause they're taking the high road and trying to be good, it's because they're afraid the other person will say something back and hurt their feelings. i'm not afraid of that. so why be fake? i'd rather be hated for being me then liked for being a liar.
anyway, back to the BL, there are a bunch of people there that i don't dislike.. but never talk to... like NEVER... like maybe they don't know i switched screennames and still check in on their profiles from time to time... i mean, i could delete them... but it's the pack rat in me.. what if i need to contact him or her someday? (you like my proper english skills there, not using 'contact them'?)
ANYWAYS
either i'm going to be mad rich someday or i'm going to be mad poor. well obviously. but what i mean is that i've developed an expensive taste... not so much that high price tags impress me, but i feel good with nice things. i feel even better with nice things that are super cheap. i hate watching oprah when she's having one of those cheap makeover deals. where they find people and help them find inexpensive clothes/hair/makeup/interior decorating stuff/gifts/products. cause what oprah calls cheap i call expensive. "Wow! a whole new outfit for just under $300!" $300?? $300?? THAT is not cheap! so yea... if i'm not super rich to where i can fund my more expensive tastes, then i'll be super poor cause a lil clog in the cash flow isn't going to stop me from having the finer things in life. it's what my parents came to america for. i think.
just talking to sandra the other day: you know that part in the usher song confessions where he goes, i hope you can appreciate that i'm man enough to stand here and tell you this... or something like that. WHAT THE FUCK? No! i think she'd appreciate it if you could be man enough to keep your pants on i mean damn. there are birds with eyes larger than their brains that mate for life and are more man than him/all the other cheaters out there in the world. if you want another female then break up with chili properly. asshole.
you may notice a sudden spike in my cursing count. i have to say though, since coming home, i've really cut back on cursing. i mean i was bad at school. i blame kat partly. haha, we both got stares when we went home cursing like truckers. but i've been pretty good. i had a hard time busting out with "dem bitches" at work the other day.
eric... that update was like whoa... whoa.
so i got a new baby parakeet to keep my other one company. except the new one hasn't learned the rules of the house. i was expecting the old one to teach him, but she's still sad about her other friend dying. she just looked at the new baby and closed her eyes. the new one flies all over the house and can't find his cage again. that was after ramming his head into the window repeatedly. and he's so small when he tries to walk across the top of the cage, his feet slip between the bars and he trips. he even looks like a baby trying to walk... and he's half the size of the old one. they're starting to interact now... but not much. she's still sad.
hoowah.. long day at work... time for a nap before phone time.
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| my parakeet died |
[03 Aug 2004|10:30pm] |
after five long years with me... he's been sick.. acting funny...
my mom and brother said he had been dying all day... laying down with his eyes open and twitching his tail... birds don't lay down
he waited for me to come home, and then my dad came home a few minutes later... and then he died =::::( threw his head back and closed his eyes
my mom said in vietnam, when people are dying their eyes stay open until the person they want to see comes to visit them.. but if the person doesn't come then they die with their eyes open, cause they're still trying to see
on a happier note, i have the wilson phillips, "hold on" stuck in my head
"daddy's not coming on anything!"
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| my parakeet is getting old |
[31 Jul 2004|10:54am] |
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last night, i walked into the room and cut the lights on to see him asleep in the food dish. or he wasn't really asleep at that point, the light kinda startled him awake... he had this emabarassed old man's look on his face... like damn, she caught me... he tried to play it off like he meant to fall asleep there... after a second of staring at me he tried to snuggle into his food a little deeper... it was so pathetic. he's been doing some old bird erratic things... the other night he flew into the wall, completely missing his perch by like three feet. poor thing~
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[27 Jul 2004|12:24pm] |
you all know that story... i'm sure you got it fwd'ed in an email at some point in your life... summary:
boy has awful temper
says/does horrible things when he gets angry over nothing.
all wise/knowing father decides to set him straight. tells him everytime he gets mad, instead of taking it out on someone, take this hammer and these nails and drive them into the board.
kid does it. beats the crap out of the nails and board.
daddy says, after you've calmed down, go take the time to pull the nails out, one by one
boy does.
daddy says look at that crapped up piece of board. it's a person. it's people. it's me. when you get angry you can and do horrible things, and when it's all over you can apologize, you can take the nails out, but it still leaves the hole. it still leaves the hurt.
remember that.
yea... remember that... cause even though i take half-assed sorries... doesn't mean i'm peachy keen. in fact it probably means i'm stupid.
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[27 Jul 2004|01:35am] |
Pain is inevitable, suffering is not.
-Bhante Henepola Gunaratana, Mindfulness in Plain English
i've done my best. nothing less. i can only be me. not her. just me.
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| ok i'm done |
[23 Jul 2004|11:56am] |
i'm not going to be dramatic anymore. i imagine i have a period quickly approaching.
first, generic.
i tried to buy me some nad's hair removal system. it was $20. next to it was some generic stuff, $7, box guarunteed everything that nads did, 8 weeks hair free, finer/less growth. instead it's these gel strips though, warm them between your hands, apply in direction of hair, quickly pull off in opposite direction. no hair removed. just got sticky armpits. boo. waste of $7
a christmas tale to warm your heart:
"Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the Christmas season right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the shopping centre entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years old.
He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill.
Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred pound note in his hand. Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to support her large family.
Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred pounds to buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred pound notes and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did."
"And nobody came to help you?" I wondered.
The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.
"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"
I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help.
So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car."
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| i have two very long entries to write |
[22 Jul 2004|10:22am] |
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or maybe one and a half. the long one being an elaboration on the craziness of getting my matrix xr, the other a shorter one on the evils of buying generic. what i should really be doing though is working on two articles i have to write for chua, and some advertising commitee work i need to do for ket doan.
so in the meantime, let me say this: my boyfriend is an ass.
for those of you that have met/do know him, you probably think he's fantastic. nice guy, good looking, smart, sometimes intentionally funny, sometimes not. he'd probably need a very good reason to say a mean thing to anyone. oh except me. cause being the SUPREMELY patient person i am, i'm not going to yell back. in fact, i'm more apt to cry than anything else, to which you all will say, "mai, that's not you." but it is me, drugged up on that wretched wretched narcotic known as "emotion" or "love" or by it's street name "suga." so there i sat last night, till 3am waiting for him to finish his movie and call me, only to get angry and upset at me for reasons i am unaware of. a junkie, waiting for my next hit of suga. ::angry black woman voice rising in me:: i know if he dared talk to anyone the way he talks to me they'd introduce they foot to his azz
...but not me. i just wait.
p.s. haha, i know that was a really bad imitation of a performance artist~ wretched wretched no no ladies and gentleman, i don't take myself that seriously~
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