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[23 May 2007|05:51am] |
wowowowowow. I have never lacked more sleep in my entire life. This whole month was a mess. I officially do not like anyone or anything. Life basically sucks. jk. i love life, except my eyes. They're quite the panda eyes right now.
please pleas pleas do not let my math final own me too much today. i get to take my citizenship test tomororw! yay me. finally no more green card, granted that i pass. and let's hope i pass, pleaseeeeeee! i want a passport just like everyone else! =(( i deserve one!
i deserve a lot right now, espeically some fresh baked cookies. oh man, i haven't baked in awhile. makes me quite sad. i can't wait to bake again after this school mess is over with.
do i need a new job or what. i get abused there. not really, but they do take advantage of me. i seriously went from LOVING my job to HATING it. WTF. it's all because of management. i've always had good coworkers and the evironment is pretty laid back, not including the holidays. and i need to lay off the chocolate. no gooooood.
mmm, summmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmer. yayyyyyyy.
i really can't think right now. it hurts. never learned this much math and history in one day before. overload. and i can't wait to dump all the information out. must fill it in with more useful stuff like recipes!
i can't count, but i believe it's 27. yeah. that sounds right. happy 27 to me!
*homii i promise to call. i swear i will.
*dolfo, lay off the energy drinks.
*choi, food is fun to talk about! =))
***everyone else...hi! if there is anyone else...no one seems to use lj any more...it's so useful though! i love my lj communities. <3
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[15 May 2007|05:28pm] |
i just wanted to say...
i'm thankful for life, even if it consists of mostly work and school.
i'm thankful for my family. i cannot live without the brat and boo in my life. my psychotic mother. and i miss my dumb brothers.
i'm thankful for the few friends i have in my life. quality vs. quantity.
i'm thankful for my buddy. never angry. always patient.
and I'm so thankful for Pepper Lunch. I need to quit eating there...
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| what it takes for a happy marriage...! |
[02 May 2007|12:17pm] |
WHAT A MARRIAGE TAKES
07/14/07
It can be done. There’s no such thing as happily ever after, but it can be done.
When I asked successfully married couples what it takes to be a successfully married couple, I was searching for commonalities.
But every time I thought I was onto something such as
"We have never had a fight. We’ve had disagreements."
"Yes, we’ve had disagreements. We’ve never had an ‘argument.’"
my theory was shattered with the contrary view:
"Of course we fight!"
"I’d be suspicious of any couple who didn’t."
Way more successfully married couples than I expected wrote from their hearts about why their relationship works. Here (followed by the number of years they’ve been married) are some of my favorite snippets of wisdom:
"When your spouse asks you to go somewhere – even to the hardware store – you should go, even though you may not want to." (40)
"We are each other’s top priority." (27)
"Right away I liked the way he looked and was attracted to him…he looked like young Elvis…He was the first guy I could COMPLETELY be myself with." (15)
"This June my wife and I will be celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary. We are high school sweethearts that got in trouble, got married, and made a success of it…don’t mistake lust for love."
"Okay, I admit it. My husband is hot."
Yet, "As my family and I drove to the place where the wedding was held, I was scared out of my mind."
"Don’t exclude the one you love from your interests. But, by the same token, don’t insist on always being a part of those interests, either." (28)
"We have respected each other and given space and freedom to the other to follow our individual dreams…we give each other space to enjoy individual interests." (35)
"You need to learn to take care of yourself before you try to take care of somebody else."
"A couple that goes around wondering if they are happily married all the time probably isn’t."
"I go for the PLATINUM RULE: treat others the way they want to be treated"
"Figure out where your trigger points are."(36)
"Women have to ask direct questions, not essay questions that make their husbands squirm into a passive-agrresive silence, which frustrates and infuriates the hell out of any woman and can make her more combative." (19)
"Every morning he gets up takes a shower before me and puts toothpaste on my toothbrush."
"When kids see us together, see how we talk to each other and see how we support each other, then they can see that a marriage can work." (28)
"For your high school students: if gazing into the face of an angel is a physical attraction then I’m guilty." (35)SO CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESY, but good.=))
"Have a sense of humor!" (Only 13 but with that approach they’ll be good for another 60.)
And finally, some perspective. "Life is short. You enjoy it every way you can, and enjoying it with someone you love is remarkable. I don’t know how much time we have left with each other. He was diagnosed with cancer last August." (May 4th will be their 50th anniversary )depressing=((
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[04 Apr 2007|09:56pm] |
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When I do get better from whatever this crap is, I will eat like there's no tomorrow!
I miss my peppersteak house, chocolate, my homemade chocolate chip cookies, my mom's cooking, pho, tapioca, fruits, gosh...everything.
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| being nice finally paid off... |
[31 Mar 2007|02:22pm] |
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HAHAHAH. I think today was by far the most exciting day at work. So at work, we have a cut off time for deliveries, which is earlier on Saturdays. Anyway, this lady calls and sounded desperate. I told her my manager said no more deliveries, but when she told me where the place was, I said I'd take it myself since it's so close. I asked her to call back since I was cleaning up the place. When she called, I heard 94.9 blabhalbha. So I hung up. She called back, and I apologized for hanging up because I thought the phone lines were messed up. She said that it was her being on air, and she didn't want people to hear her phone conversation so she put me on hold. At this point I wasn't really excited, but kinda happy. Then she asked me for my name, address, birthday and what not. Then she told me she's giving me a pair of BOMB CONCERT TICKETS !!! LOL. She said that I didn't even know who she was but I was willing to help, so she's "hooking" me up. lolll...too bad I don't really listen to hip hop. And I didn't even know who was going to be there until I checked online. eee. free stuff <3
Then my manager was pissed that he didn't pick the phone up himself.LOLLL.
I ♥ my work.
fruits and chocolate all day. what more can a girl ask for? =))
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[04 Mar 2007|02:08pm] |
Pretty feet, huh! HAHAHA. Match the owner's feet
( HEHEHEHE. )
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| My mommy left me without my sauce. :( |
[19 Feb 2007|05:49pm] |
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My house is out of Tabassco sauce. I never thought this day would come. I ALWAYS have them in stock. How am I going to eat now...
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| rachel ray! |
[10 Dec 2006|06:41pm] |
Hi. The day I've been waiting for since October finally came. I met rachel ray, and I was so close to her, I could smell her perfume! Sounds stalkerish, but I'm not. I swear. Her security just sucks. I ran up next to her! : ) : ) : )
yeah. i was THAT close. =))
( YUMO! )
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| weekend was way too short. |
[12 Nov 2006|10:20pm] |
THE GOOD OF LA:
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD<3
THE BAD. THE VERY VERY VERY BAD.
TRAFFIC. FJDKLAFJDKSAJFDLSAJKFDA
♥ yummy drinks. cute desserts. gorgeous view. fire fun. f4 again. =))
( goodies! )
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[02 Nov 2006|06:19am] |
=))
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[11 Jun 2006|02:54pm] |
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You're a 90's kid if:
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this... "Iiiiiiin west philladelphia born and raised..."
You remember TGIF on ABC. Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.
"Miss Susie had a steam boat, the steam boat had a bell..miss suzie went to heaven the steamboat went to hell_o operator please give me number 9 and if you disnconnect me i'll kick you from behind the fridgerator, there was a piece of glass, miss suzie sat upon it and broke her little ass_k me no more questions, please tell me no more lies the boys are in the bathroom zipping up their flies, are in the meadows the bees are in the park .......................... miss suzie and her boyfriend are kissing in the D-A-R-K- D-A-R-K D-A-R-K dark dark dark is like a movie, dark is like a show. dark is like a tv set and this is all i know!!"
You remember when Kurt Cobain, 2Pac, River Phoenix, and Selena died.
You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
You begged for some GAK, and when you got that they came out with scented GAK, and when you got that they came out with funny scented GAK.....
You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You danced to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, Females: had a new motto, Males: got a whole lot gay-er. (so tell me what you want, what you really really want.)
You remember the craze, then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...
You used to lisnen to the radio all day long just to record "Your FAVORITE song of ALL time"
Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? was both a game and a TV game show.
When everyone wanted to be a character in Mortal Kombat
Captain Planet.Transformers, GIJOE,
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green Ranger were meant to be together.
When playing power rangers with friends you fought over who got to be who............and still all ended up being Tommy.
You remember when super nintendo's became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
"I've fallen and I can't get up"
You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates
Two words... Trapper Keeper.
You wore socks over leggings scrunched down
"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back" SHE ASKED HER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER FOR FIFTY CENTS CENTS CENTS TO SEE THE ELEPHANTS PHANTS PHANTS JUMP OVER THE FENCE THE FENCE THE FENCE
he jumped so high high high he touched the sky sky sky and he didnt come back back back til the forth of july ly ly he jumped so low ow ow he stubbed his toe toe toe and thats the end end end of the elephants show show show
You remember boom boxes vs. cd players
Writing M.A.S.H. notes. , i remember wanting a trailer home...i still do.
You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool
You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"
You played and/or collected "Pogs" and who remembers GARBAGE PALE KIDS???
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano and brought it everywhere
You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles
Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff!
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)
You remember when the new Beanie Babies and talking Elmo were always sold out.
You used to wear those stick on earings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.
You remember a time before the WB.
You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" ... enough said
You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"
You remember dreaming to be on a Nickelodeon game show: Double Dare, Nick Arcade, GUTS, Legends of the Hidden Temple, Fun House, Figure It Out...
When we were younger:
Before the MySpace frenzy...
Before the Internet & text messaging...
Before Sidekicks & iPods...
Before MIKE JONES...
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX...
...Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs & paid $3.50 for a movie.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.
When 2Pac and Biggie were alive.
When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever.
Way back.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear
Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!
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| my favorite stained shirt. |
[03 Aug 2005|04:24pm] |
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Ever walk into a store, and you just see that “perfect” shirt. The design, the size, the price…it’s just perfect. Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating because perfection is unattainable. Let’s just say this shirt is almost perfect. You'll settle.You rush to buy the shirt without putting second thoughts into it because you know, it’s captivated you. Your heart. You bust out your form of payment to pay for it at the register and you proudly walk out of that store already planning when you’ll wear that shirt. That shirt with the perfect jeans. And the perfect shoes.
Your first day out with that shirt is to a nice dinner. With your friends. Your loved ones because they deserve to see you looking you happy with a new shirt and of course, you’d want to get complimented on your find for your almost perfect shirt. You do get those compliments. They keep on rolling in as your order your entrée.
What do you know. You can’t eat with grace. Like a ditz, you find your shirt stained. Not just any stains, you know…those stains. Spaghetti sauce, stains that never be taken out even with the best stain removers.
Your initial reaction is to rub it off; it only gets worse. Then for the whole night, you’re cranky. Because of that one shirt. In your mind, all you want to do is go home and put some Clorox hoping it’d do the trick.
You try all that there is to do. But the stain is still there. Your friends tell you it's fine, trying to cheer you up. You play it out like it's nothing. But it really hurts. It's tormenting your mind on the what if's. What if you had ordered something else. Or ate with grace. Or you start to think if it was better to not buy that shirt than to go through thinking how your new shirt just got stained and buying it was almost worthless.
Alas, everytime you wear that shirt now, that stain will be there. You’d still wear it though because, come on, it’s your favorite shirt. And wearing it once will be a waste. Additionally, it flatters your body.
To add on to the series of unfortunate events, you see another person with your shirt. Somehow, the person looks better at it. Because there's no stain. You get a little jealous. Your natural reaction. Somehow, you start to irrationalize with yourself. You blame the shirt. The spaghetti sauce. The waiter. The restaurant. Everything but yourself. Somehow, it does make sense. It wasn't your fault. Of course not. It's never your fault. Your friends, being your friends, agree. Not because they seriously agree. But just to want to make you feel better. Friends are suppose to do that. They advise you to just forget that shirt. Go buy another one. Plenty of more shirts. You just have to keep looking.
Slowly, listening to your friends' advice, and unconsciously you began to let go of that shirt. You’d wear it less. And less. And less. Eventually, you forget about that shirt. It’s stacked under the piles of new shirts. Maybe, with your mommy's credit card and a little serendipity, you've found a new perfect shirt by now.
As time goes on, you clean out your closet to donate your clothes because you’re a good hearted person. But you still can’t let go of that shirt. You’d keep it. Just for memories sake. Albeit it agonizes you to look back at the shirt, you still want it for you. No one else. Even though it’s stained.
There are a lot of versions on how the shirt went from almost perfect to almost trash-like. It doesn't matter though. The ending is all the same. However, unlike Disney stories, all of them aren't happy endings.
Point of the entry: Buy more favorite shirts. Just in case one gets ruined. ;] Or you go up to that person, and stain their shirt.
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