Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Ask Me Anything

I've been trying to complete one of those blog memes for months now where I have to post 6 random things about me.

So I thought I'd ask my trusty readers: what do you want to know about me, my life, dogs, Hollywood, Harvard, spirituality, whatever?

Thursday, July 23, 2009

4 Weeks Left

Four weeks from today I get on a plane to go back to NYC for I don't know how long.

I never thought I'd be filled with sadness to leave California, a state I have a weird relationship with. It's almost a familial one, full of criticism and ire (mostly from me towards Cali), yet I can't escape it. Whether it's the perpetual sunshine and lack of precipitation, or the abundance of Asian Americans who aren't whitewashed, something pulls me back to California every few years, and then I get stuck longer than I intended to be. I start working, earning Cali bucks and paying their state taxes. I find myself in industries I never expected: video game publishing, investment banking, teaching high school kids.

I end up with a car somehow (loaned or gifted), I make temporary friends (Californians have serious commitment issues - even friends can't stay with you longer than a few months without disappearing), and I get tan just driving to work while my New York friends waste away in the green glow of their offices.

Maybe it's Selena, my Lesbro, my wife, my best friend in the whole world for 9 years. Her family, as you know, are my family, her brothers my brothers; although one of them - the misanthropic one, of course - has defected to my coast. I'm sure she has much to do with my return to the Left Coast as I tend to move to wherever I have friends.

Those are reasons I keep coming back. The reason I'm sad about leaving is Jifo, my short and sturdy boyfriend. He's the second guy I've moved in with, after a long delay and, in the end, partially because the recession bled me like a vampire would. (Hey, we're all too old and tired to lie and say it wasn't practical.)

End of another Cali era.

I'm sure I'll be back one day. :D

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

20 Something Blogger Swap

Today is the annual swap on 20 Something Bloggers! (a group I am so close to aging out of...)

My blog swap partner is Bridget McNulty from South Africa and, inspired by my own 52 Things List, she has provided one of her own. For her site, I wrote a guest post on the perils of a hyperactive metabolism a.k.a. my attempt at making insulin issues funny.


52 Faces of B

1. If I had my way, I'd do nothing but read all day.
2. My favourite spot to read is in my hammock, on my verandah, in the sun.
3. When I first moved to Cape Town, I thought people were crazy for making such a big deal about Table Mountain.
4. Now I think it's pretty cool and I like showing off that we can see it from our apartment.
5. My favourite drink is tea.
6. I had to wean myself off it 2 months ago.
7. I was on 5 to 7 giant mugs a day and I had to get down to one so I could travel to the USA for 3 weeks and not be constantly grumpy.
8. I was constantly grumpy for a week while I got over my caffeine addiction.
9. In 3 weeks I'm cutting all my hair off.
10. I can't wait. No bad hair days ever!
11. My boyfriend is extremely sad about it.
12. I thought he was being ridiculous till he got his hair cut short, and now I understand how he feels.
13. This afternoon I'm starting a crash course in Spanish.
14. I hope I haven't lost my flair for languages.
15. We leave to go on a Round-the-World trip 6 weeks yesterday.
16. Which means 6 weeks today we'll arrive in South-East Asia.
17. That is so freaking cool!
18. I've always been a homebody, but now I'm ready for an adventure.
19. If I was staying put, I think I'd feel claustrophobic.
20. One of the things I'm enjoying most about prepping to go is clearing out my stuff.
21. I'm getting rid of all the things I don't love.
22. It's very cathartic.
23. I'm curious to see how my control-freak tendencies cope on the road.
24. I'm a recovering control-freak.
25. Not recovering that fast.
26. I'm also a recovering over-achiever.
27. It takes a long time to change the language in which you speak to yourself.
28. My cell phone is ringing.
29. That was a TV producer who might let us talk on her health show before we leave on our trip.
30. The trip is all about promoting positive diabetes awareness.
31. I'm a Type 1 diabetic.
32. I was diagnosed very dramatically, very late, 2 days away from a coma.
33. I've written about it so much that I sometimes don't think it actually happened to me.
34. I find it strange that words can take on a life of their own.
35. I've never been on TV.
36. But one of my favourite things to do is be interviewed on the radio.
37. I feel like it makes me far more interesting and articulate, for those ten minutes or so.
38. Then I go back to real life.
39. I think I'm going to miss eating normal food while we're travelling.
40. I am one of the most boring eaters I know.
41. If I don't take time out to be alone, I get spiteful.
42. I can recognise myself being spiteful, but that doesn't make me stop.
43. When I've had enough alone time I feel like a glass that has been filled up.
44. I also like to sleep. A lot.
45. I hate it when people give me a hard time about sleeping (on average) 9 hours a night.
46. I'm slowly coming to realise that every person is completely different.
47. What works for me might not work for you, and vice versa.
48. I have no idea what my life will be like a year from now.
49. Today is my mom's birthday.
50. She is one of my top 3 favourite people in the world.
51. I think I can be irritating to be friends with.
52. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

So I Didn't Think Jason Could Dance, Until...

How many of you cried when Phillip Chbeeb was cut last week before he could make the Top 10? I don't mean one single Asian-movie-esque tear down the cheek. I'm talking bawling with sound.

Oh really? Me neither...::looks away, sniffing::

Phillip splitting his pants

An engineering physics major who can pop hotter than corn? Soulmates do exist. (And I bet he would appreciate my horrific puns.) His face when he was cut was so earnest, so sad, I would have gladly traded Jason to keep Phillip.

Until this week.

Everyone's favorite contestant-cum-choreographer Danielle Chorizo, I mean Travis Wall, crafted Jason and Jeanine's contemporary piece about friends-cum-lovers.


I told all my Twitter followers (including someone I freelance for...oh well) that this piece made me cry and feel turned on at the same time. It was stupefying and breathtaking and I only wish I were a few years younger and could train for a following season of SYTYCD.

Besides, who would mind keeping Jason, with a face like this

and a body like that?

Don't know which one is Jason?
Who cares?
Just ogle those fine brown men...and that one small white guy.


Causing us to question, once again, why they don't make straight men this godly.

Only after seeing Jason dance with Jeanine, did I realize the extent to which the boisterously mediocre Leann Rimes look-alike Caitlin had held him back.


Leann, I love your music! Whichever one is you!

It's still West Coast time so I'm waiting to see who's off the show this week...

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Sparky Saved

Another rescue group has saved Sparky. I felt the way I did when I heard that Peanut Butter, my first foster son, had an adopter. I was happy for both of those boys, but so crushed inside.

When you rescue, it's impossible not to get attached. You have to care, otherwise you wouldn't work so hard to save one "measly" animal. But, as Buddha's been saying for centuries, attachment leads to suffering.

Fostering is difficult, because it's often a job that goes unnoticed. I've seen one rescue group do a great job of acknowledging its fosters, even featuring them on their website. But most of the time, we just love a sick dog to health, then watch it go on to someone else.

I woke up this morning thinking about having Sparky in our home, wondering whether he would balk at the groomer's and whether I'd be gravely allergic to him. Now I must move on. Jifo helped so much. When I got off the phone after hearing the news, I told him, "Well, I kept Sparky alive long enough to get rescued." He hugged me and kissed me and said, "Sparky says, thank you for saving me."

More dogs to save, in the little time I have left in California.

Friday, July 10, 2009

I Thought I Was Going To Grad School To Sleep In

I just got my fall semester class schedule for journalism school. It looks worse than my work schedule and certainly starts much earlier.

In the words of my 13-year-old students:

MFA - WIN
J-School- Epic Fail

The actual score (remember the MFA v J-School contest?):

Round 5
J-School: -1
MFA: -2

Given that MFAers go to school for like 6-hours a week in the AFTERNOON OR EVENING (slackers)...

Round 5 Revised
J-School: -1
MFA: -1

Which brings them to a tie, with both of them sucking equally and my life direction still aimless at best.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Dirty, Ugly Hot Chicks

3 day weekends are the working person's orgasm. For the Fourth of July, we watched two movies (Transformers and Ice Age) and caught Death Cab for Cutie with the L.A. Philharmonic (yes, together) at the Hollywood Bowl, replete with fireworks.

The thing I can't stop talking about?

Transformers
This was the last movie I wanted to see. I would've rather gone to G-Force. Yes. The guinea pig kid's flick.
But a certain boyfriend who may or may not have a Transformers logo on his lowered Integra (I'm with one of those guys) would have died if he missed it, so off we went.
And guess who loved it?

Me: Ahhh! That deceptacon farted!
Jifo: [scowling] I can't believe they gave them silly personalities

Me: "You ain't gonna eat me!" Bwahhahahahaha
Jifo: This is stupid.

after the film...
Me: That was awesome!
Jifo: You liked it more than me. That is so wrong.

I wasn't the biggest fan of Megan Fox's. I had a guest spot on a TV show she was on and found her stand-offish. (Mystique spoiler: they kept drawers of chicken cutlets* for her and the show's waifish star. Yes, my loves, it is not possible to be that skinny and busty at the same time, sans surgery.)

But after her collagen-up'd trailer-worthy turn in Transformers, she's now officially in a category of chick that I adore: dirty, ugly hot! (Other women in this genre include Brittany Murphy circa 8 Mile and the original queen of all dirty, ugly hot: Jaime Pressley.) (Bai Ling would be an Asian example of dirty, ugly hot but with too much crazy. Consider Lady Gaga the white Bai Ling.)

She's actually good looking naturally and could've done well sticking with that Julia Stiles no make-up look (minus the Julia Stiles no-eyebrows part.) But hey, if you wanna go the road of Mena Suvari and make porniness more important than acting chops, more skin for us.

I had to decide whether I wanted to publish this post after seeing the trailer for her new movie. It was racist and annoying in that Hollywood way, but I decided it was realistic and white people do say crap like that, so off this goes to press.

*Chicken cutlets = bra stuffin's

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Save Sparky

I'm chatting up 2 rescue groups (including the one I foster for) to save this sweet old guy who was dumped at the shelter just because he was old. Jifo and I are fans of mellow dogs and I personally love the older boys because they come pre-housebroken.

Sparky looked so downtrodden in there that the first day I met him, I promised him I'd get him out somehow. We went to see him again on the 4th of July, when this video was taken.

If you want to foster, rescue, or adopt Sparky, leave me your contact info below or get in touch with Animal Advocates Alliance.

video

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Overheard: I Love Fat Girls

During and post Vegas...

Me: I have this thing for dancing fat girls. Every time I see one in the club I have to go dance with her.
Everyone I talk to: You have a problem.
Me: (thinks to self) Jealous.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Teacher Props and Job Woes

Mo money mo problems, eh?

So it feels great to be employed after months of agonizing job hunting and to see my bank account stop its bleeding at last. (And to be able to start paying my student loans again.)

But I'd forgotten about the stresses that come with working! sigh.

You know those large companies that have their stuff together, give great benefits, and run like a well-oiled machine? Yeah, I dream about those too.

There's some bizarre-o work drama this week that I can't detail here so I'll just say
AAAAAAAAARRGGGGGGGGGGGGH

My thing is that I take things way to heart. Every stress makes me unable to sleep or unclench my shoulders, resulting in marathon week-long headaches.

I've isolated it to the familiar culprits:

1) I care too much what people think
2) I take jobs waaaay too seriously

I often retain the naive tendency to believe that businesses actually care about the individual worker, only to be reminded over and over that they care about the bottom line, not you, silly number employee. Ah administrations, how I love them.

Now I Get It

Teaching teenagers all day is about the most tiring thing I've ever experienced - and I've experienced 8 hour dance rehearsals. At least you get breaks with rehearsal.

So here's props to all the high school teachers out there, especially the ones with bratty, spoiled, and otherwise insolent kids. I feel you.