I haven’t had one in three days, but it’s most likely due to my lack of intake of food.  I’m still having jaw and gut issues so it’s no surprise.  I was actually elated that I ripped ass last night.  It’s a good sign having passed gas.  My mom offered to give me a suppository.  I kindly declined.  Ugh.

It’s hard to tell if I’m having a dream or whether it’s a hallucination (due to having pyrexia (high temperature)).

Three dreams that stood out were:

1.  The zombies were attacking.  They have already destroyed the East Coast and were slowly making their way to the West Coast.  Lately, there’s been an influx of Marines living in my neighborhood, and they took it upon themselves to secure Southern California.  They had orders to go to the Midwest because the Delta, Rangers, and Green Berets have failed.  The Marines refused to leave their families and the civilians of SoCal.  They stood their ground, waiting for the dead to come.

2.  Big Bang pimped me out to some loser.  It was like Indecent Proposal but there was no money involved.  I was fucking pissed when I woke up.

3.  I was a manager for the Kardashians.  Fuck those girls are bitchy as all hell.  I just about lost my mind trying to pull gigs for the three of them.

It’s been awhile…

1.  GERD exacerbated
2.  TMJ exacerbated
3.  Ear infection

1.  Training two new employees
2.  Working short
3.  Called in sick (one day)

1.  Haven’t exercised over the past 11 days
2.  Watched five hours of Keeping Up With the Kardashians
3.  Watched eight hours of Law & Order

1.  Went to the Bridal Shower
2.  Went to the Rainbow Sandal outlet and bought three pairs for myself and a pair for Big Bang
3.  Finished watching Chuno, the ending sucked

1.  Unable to keep up with the household chores
2.  Hired people to deep clean the carpet and wash the windows
3.  Which is just as well because my back is horribly aching

1.  Eating lots of ice cream to alleviate my symptoms (unable to chew w/o having a migraine)
2.  Lost 10 pounds, note to self…be careful for what you wish for…
3.  As I continue to vomit…

1.  Went to the doctor
2.  Felt better initially…
3.  I’m only at 50% right now…help.

Wow.  I had a buncha typos in my last entry.  I think I’ve fixed them all.

I accidentally deleted most of the comments from the August 17th entry.

So busy.  I ought to be sleeping but I’m playing games on my iPod and watching Project Runway.

Save me.

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Whack A$$ Jobs (On My List)

Crime Scene Cleaner: It’s going to be dirty.  Messy.  But Somebody’s gotta do it. And it’s not gonna be me.  It’s bad juju.

Janitor at a porn store: Cleaning up other people’s jizz…no es bueno.  What if you get that shit on your own clothes?  *hurl*

Porto-Potty cleaner + Garbage Man/Woman: I saw an episode of Undercover Boss and watching the employees of Waste Management work their asses off was a humbling experience.  I never want to do this job.  Ever.

Prostitute: Having to perform demeaning acts all for a measly few bucks has got to suck (no pun intended).  Plus getting beat by a pimp and him demanding his money all the time has got to be bad.  Real bad.

Road Kill Remover: Half of the animals on the road are barely recognizable.  Picking up bits and pieces of flesh that may or may not have maggots in em.  No thanks.

Roofer: I’m afraid of heights and the thought of being so high up in the sky would make me shit in my pants.  I’d be grabbing on the roof for dear life.

Poppin’ A$$ Jobs (On My List)

College Professor: Being able to enlighten students every day has got to be rewarding.  The pay is pretty damn good too, especially if you’ve been doing it for awhile.

Fashion Stylist: Basically I want to be like Rachel Zoe but less annoying (if that’s even possible).  I DIE!

Socialite: Is that even a job?  If it is, where do I sign up?

Superhero: What?  A girl can dream, can’t she?

Yelp Ambassador: Throw parties and eat for free while getting paid.  Who doesn’t want this job?

Now, I tag YOU, what is your list of Best & Worst Jobs?

Currently listening to: Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths

I’m far too young to be having a mid-life crisis but here I am…freaking out and having one.

I’ve been watching my friends and family members getting married.  They’ve moved on and had a child.  Then two.  And sometimes even three.

This shit freaks me out.  I feel like I’m missing out.  Sometimes I feel forgotten.  That they’ve joined this “secret” club and I don’t have access to it.  They’ve moved on.  I’ve moved on too but in other aspects, mostly career-wise.  Am I fucking retarded?  Why can’t I be there too?  Why am I not actively looking to get married?  To have kids?  I’m enjoying my life and the thought of being tied down to a buncha kids and a husband doesn’t appeal to me.  At least not right now anyway.

I can’t relate to my married friends because I’ve never been married and I’ve never had a kid.  The closest thing I have to that is being engaged and working in Labor & Delivery/NICU/PICU/and Maternity. I like taking care of kids (and I do a damn good job), as long as I can return them to their parents.

I’ve got two weddings to go to this fall.  My brother’s and my cousin’s.  This shit is hitting too close to home.

It still boggles my mind that my younger brother is getting married.  For over five years, it’s been the three of us (my mom, me, and my brother)…and having a new family member and her family as part of our family…it’s something I’m struggling to adjust to.  To make matters worse, my brother is already picking out names for his future children.  Having my name taken off as my brother’s beneficiary and having his fiancee as his beneficiary, well that was like a wake up call to me.

I tried telling Big Bang about my feelings and he kinda blew me off.  Made jokes about it, laughed “with me” even though he was the only one laughing. I thought for sure I could discuss this issue with him but I made a mistake.  It made me sad and hurt that I couldn’t have a serious conversation with him.

I suppose it didn’t help matters when I went on a body composition analysis machine today. It spit out a receipt with the analysis printed on it.  I fucking threw it away after reading it because I was disgusted. It said that I was “obese”.  Oh yeah…and it said that my metabolic age was 49.  Motherfucking 49 years-old.  Gah.  What would I be if I didn’t exercise?  65?  Senior motherfucking citizen for a metabolic age?  I metabolize over 1,500 calories daily.  I generally eat 700 - 1100 calories daily.  My visceral fat was low.  My muscle mass was within normal limits but my fat mass was above normal.  Sick.  My muscle weight was over 90 pounds, while my fat weight was over 30 pounds.  That also meant that my fat percentage was over 30%. Which I found hard to take in because I’ve been steadily losing weight and making a conscious effort to work out as much as I can.  After showing my piss poor reading to all my coworkers, they tried to console me.  Fuck.  This is totally unacceptable.

Big Bang suggested that I do weight lifting.  I hate weight lifting but I’ve been doing nothing but cardio for the past few weeks…and I need to make this scale and fat decrease with a quickness.  No more stuffing my face with goodies until Thanksgiving.

This first clip is about a woman living in the projects in Alabama.  A man got up on top of a garbage can to lift himself into the woman’s window, where he attempted to rape her.  The woman’s brother heard the screaming and scared the offender off.

The woman’s brother, Antoine Dodson, is now immortalized. Forril.

Run n tell that, homeboy.

Currently listening to: Not Like the Movies - Katy Perry

This song is kicking my PMS into overdrive.

I hung out with my cousins.  I was happy to be with them…but being with them made me feel a bit sad.  I felt lonely yet we were all together.  I can’t exactly put my finger on what’s causing this bout of sadness but I’ve got an inkling.

My mom said that she had a dream about my dad.  I’ve stopped having dreams about my dad for quite awhile now…

I was browsing at the Etsy website and came across this painting, “Harold Loves a Lemon”.  I can’t justify spending $80 for it but it did catch my eye.

“Harold is in love with a lemon. This sweet little bird has a love no one else quite understands. All he wants to do is sit in his nest and cuddle without receiving judgmental glares from the other birds. I really feel for little Harold. And his lovely little lemon.”

Currently listening to: There Goes My Baby - Usher

I’m stuck.

I feel like I’ve been chugging away, going full steam ahead for so long…and now I’m tired.

I’ve been trying so hard and I don’t even know if it’s all worth it in the end.

I need to be motivated, focused, and inspired.

I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what’ll happen next…or maybe I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop…

Currently listening to: Not Like the Movies - Katy Perry

I’ve been shopping on Etsy.

I bought a necklace and anklet.

Then I bought two necklaces from Bird in Flight Boutique.

On the left: Mossimo from Target
On the right: Burberry

Currently watching: Law & Order: SVU

Coworker:  You’re wasting away.
Me: That’s the best compliment I’ve gotten all week.  Thanks.

Currently listening to: Impossible - Shontelle

Coworker: Hey, I had a dream about you last night.
Me: Was I good?
Coworker: No, you were doing hood rat thangs, up to no good.
Me: Awesome.
Coworker: I was a detective and you were a wench.  Not the servant kind.  But the slutty hoebag type.
Me: The hell dood…
Coworker: And we were in an interrogating room.
Me: And then?
Coworker: No and then…I woke up.
Me: You suck.
Coworker: Why the hell were you in my dream?
Me: Stop dreaming about me, you wench.

We’ve got a new ED MD from another hospital.  He’s been with us for a little over a week.  I asked him how his day was.  He replied, “I’m pooped.”  I said, “Welcome to paradise”.  I think I’ve decided to embrace work as “paradise”…because if I don’t, I’m going to be fucking bitter and that won’t be good.  I told him that we were happy that he was with us.  He said, “We’ll see after a few weeks, when the novelty of the new doc has worn off.”  I laughed.  The attending he replaced had set the bar so damn low, a damn monkey would have been better.

Went to TJ Maxx, Macy’s, Loft, and Gap to look for a dress but they didn’t have anything I wanted.  Shieet.  I ended up getting two tops. Ugh.

Currently listening to: I Wish - Skee-Lo

Dr. McBoring-As-All-Hell keeps referring to our workplace as “paradise”.  Every time he says it, I snort loudly.  Paradise my ass.

The new changes on Gmail are annoying as all hell.  Everything is all cramped and the “compose”button is pissing me off, it’s not uniform with the rest of the labels.

On Tuesday, I went to Zumba for the first time in over a week.  Shieet.  I was sweating like nobody’s business.  When I got home, my cat was licking my arms and legs non-stop.  Ew. Salt lick.  I need to step this shit up, so I’m shooting to go four times this week.

I still don’t have SCII yet.  I don’t know what I’m waiting for.  I suppose I’m trying to prioritize, like finding a summer dress for this bridal shower.  You’d think it’d be easy finding a summer dress but I’m having one hell of a time finding one that I like and may possibly wear again.

I’ve narrowed it down to three dresses from Etsy by makemeadress but then realized that it would take 3-4 weeks to ship the dress from the UK. I need a dress in two weeks.  FAIL.

Anyway, these were the three dresses I liked.

I wish I could make pretty clothes.  I’d never go shopping again.

Sunday Evening

We went to Nordstrom Rack but I couldn’t find a dress there.  I’m doomed.  We headed back to my cousin’s house.

My aunt was telling that I should grow my hair longer and get my hair done professionally for the wedding.  She also suggested that I ignore all social norms and go to a bridal store and get myself the best looking dress there and that my goal is to be the best looking person there and to forget about the bride.  Ugh.

My uncle whined about how neither of his daughters could find a Corean guy.  One is engaged to a Chinese guy and the other is dating a Taiwanese guy.  He said in Corean, “How can I communicate with them?”  My cousin threw me under the bus and said, “Well you always have Rosie.  I’m sure she has one for you.”  Then my uncle looked at me.  I groaned.  I was the last hope.  I wondered if this was how Obi-Wan felt.  I told him that I was dating a Corean.  He got excited and prodded me for more information.  I told him that he could meet him at Thanksgiving dinner and left it at that.

My uncle gave me a framed calligraphy artwork that his high school teacher gave to him.  His wife won’t let him hang it up and since I’m the closest thing he has to having another daughter, he was willing to give it to me.  To be honest, I was half listening to him when he was explaining the characters to me.  Something about wind?  Air?  Fire?  I can’t remember.  Can anyone translate this for me? Thanks.

For dinner, we met up with my cousin’s friends in Little Tokyo at Orochon Ramen. My uncle was making fun of two of the friends because they always came with different guys and cheated on all their boyfriends.

I recall watching an episode of that nutjob on Man vs. Food @ Orocohon, he ate the Special #2 which also included 10 different chilies.  Watching him eat it was making me nauseous because he looked so uncomfortable and the mere thought of inhaling that much spicy ramen made me wanna vomit, I think I’ve got PTSD from my acute GERD incident.

I ordered the Osae Orochon #6 (I’m a weaksauce) with miso + egg.  It had way too many bean sprouts in it.  I finished about half of this, which was pretty good by the way.

My uncle ordered the Impact Orochon #3. He was trying to figure out how he could make it better…at home.

So damn full.  Been doing nothing but eating this whole weekend.

My uncle made me coffee and I went on my merry way.

We went back to my cousin’s house and I had my uncle make us coffee.  My cousins were having an adverse effect from the Indian food.  I swear to God they looked like cracked out whores.  They didn’t know what was going on, nearly belligerent, eyes half-shut, and they were asking me “how to I go to the next picture” on Facebook.  Yeesh. Maybe it was too much cream in the food…MSG?  At any rate, this shit went on for almost two hours.

My uncle was telling me stories about his youth and the things my dad used to do to him.  He also told me that my dad made pretty good shanks with rice, porcelain + shell pieces.  He also tortured my uncle by putting a math in between his toes while he was sleeping and would light it up.  My cousins didn’t think my dad had it in him, but it’s the quiet ones you have to worry about.

I was telling my uncle about the mini series, 추노 (Chuno), Slave Hunters.  He said he wouldn’t watch it because it was too sad.  He told me that there were seven Corean last names that slaves had back in the days:
천 (Chun)
방 (Bang)
지 (Ji)
축 (Chook)
마 (Ma)
갈 (Gal)
피 (Pee)

Some of them don’t seem like popular last names in Corea, but what the fuck do I know?  I couldn’t find any information confirming this (I didn’t look that hard either) but nevertheless I found it interesting, since one of my ex’s is a Ma (not Corean though) and I have a friend whose last name is Chi.

Drove over to my cousin’s.  I woke her up.  She knew I was coming over…oh well.

My cousin was complaining that she was hungry.  She was up late last night going on Yelp to find good places to eat.

We went to Starbucks to get our caffeine on.  Soy no foam latte, extra hot.  Hey, Starbucks has organic vanilla soy now.

The four of us (me, my two cousins, and older cousin’s fiance) went to Diamond Palace for brunch.

I had the Naan, Palak Paneer (creamed spinach with cheese cubes), Navratan Korma (mixed veggies in cream).  Gotta have the yogurt.  Gotta.

All-you-can-eat Indian food.  Yeah, me going there is a total waste.  I barely ate anything, I was still full from yesterday’s dinner.

Most of the meal conversation was about when we pissed in our pants while in grade school.  I had two incidents but neither of them were my fault…and I’m thankful that it never occurred during school.

When I was younger, we were in Canada going on a road trip and I told my dad that I had to go pee.  He kept telling me that we were almost there.  Well we didn’t get there soon enough because I pissed in my pants on on my seat.  I didn’t have any clean underwear within reach so I was forced to wear my brother’s underwear.  Sick.

Another time was when my dad was using the upstairs bathroom and my mom was using the downstairs bathroom…and I had to piss like a racehorse.  I waited for as long as I could but I couldn’t stand it anymore.  I ran two houses down to a church elder’s house.  I rang the doorbell and while waiting for him to answer the door…I peed in my pants.  I ran home and threw myself with my clothes on, in the bathtub because I was dirty.

Currently watching: Law & Order: SVU.

“Sometimes when you want something real bad, you shouldn’t have it…”

Saturday Evening

We had dinner at Andrei’s.

I had my awesome cheese platter, bread, chutney, and candied walnuts.

This cheese had coffee in it.

My brother had the lamb osso bucco.  Yum to the bone marrow.  He said that the meat was so tender that it slid off the bone.

We all split the corn and goat cheese risotto.  Boxed it up, it’s gonna be good leftovers.

Everything tasted so good.  I will be back.  Maybe I’ll take Big Bang there.

We went to my brother’s crib afterward.

It was time for lunch.

We made pasta + garlic bread.

Finally, something my stomach could tolerate.  Even though there wasn’t any meat, it was still pretty good.  My brother said that he’s going to try to go vegetarian for three out of the seven days.

We chilled and watched a couple of episodes of 추노 (Chuno), Slave Hunters.  It takes place during the Joseon Dynasty, where noblemen and royalty had slaves.   Slaves were inherited as personal property, thus never ending the cycle. Back then, there was a high percentage of slaves in Corea, approximately 40% of the population were slaves.  The slaves would attempt to runaway, in seek of living a better life…so they could live as humans instead of animals but slave hunters are hired, much like bounty hunters, to retrieve the runaways.

I had to stop watching it because I could feel myself getting hooked (the three slave hunters are all ripped and ranged from cute to hot)…and knowing that Hulu has it all there makes it even more dangerous.

Saturday Morning

So far so good.  No traffic.  My mom and I were on a mission this Saturday and it was to finalize the rehearsal dinner for my brother’s wedding.

My brother gave me a list of three restaurants that he thought would be somewhat decent.

First on the list, King’s Garden Chinese Restaurant.

팔보채 (pal bo chae), eight different seafood dish.

This was the most vile thing I’ve ever eaten.  The freezer burn flavoring was unforgivable.  I can’t believe they charged us $20 for this garbage.  I wanted to vomit in the server’s mouth.

I can’t believe my brother even considered this piece of shit restaurant.  Disgusting.  I felt the MSG and grease sloshing around in my stomach.  That’s $20 we won’t be getting back…

We were going to go to the next Chinese/Corean restaurant but got a call from my brother requesting that he meet us at an Italian restaurant.  When we got there, the restaurant was closed but the general manager was there tending to banquet party details for another party.  He had Polio.  But aside from his flaccid muscles on his lower right extremity, I was mesmerized by the way he pronounced the dishes in Italian.

We were so disappointed by the first Chinese/Corean restaurant that we decided to not even bother with the second one on the list and opted to have it at the Italian restaurant…even though we haven’t tasted anything.  But nevermind that, my brother and his fiancee can go there on a weeknight and taste test the food there.  Anything had to be better than King’s.

There’s been extensive bickering and grandstanding as to why health care is costly. I agree that expensive health care is not necessary to provide quality care. While I was in Corea, I witnessed and marveled at how efficient and inexpensive health care was there. However, I also cringed when I saw how they were executing their services, and the lack of release of information/HIPAA/informed consent/equipment sterility.

1. Insurance companies are charging ridiculous amounts for premiums and are covering less. For example: Wellpoint insurance increased their premium rates by 39% for Californians. For the extra money people are paying, you would think that they would be allowed to get the medications they need on a timely basis, without having to go through a prior authorization or treatment authorization request…however, that is not the case. An annoying and copious amount of time and money is spent on arguing with the insurance company as to why the procedure or medication is needed. And if they don’t like the answer, the insurance company will deny the request.

2. Lack of communication between health care services throughout the country. What if I were unconscious and hospitalized at a hospital I’d never been to previously, and they gave me medications that I’d tried before and failed? And they ran labs and tests that I’d already done days ago, and they all proved to be within normal limits? Retesting. Wasting time and money. If every hospital + clinic were on the same electronic health records platform, maybe providers wouldn’t be so wasteful and get straight to the diagnosis instead of dicking around.

3. Malpractice insurance. Everyone is fucking sue happy and for everyone to cover their asses, they need to purchase malpractice…just in case. And because doctors want to protect themselves, they order more useless tests and medications, because they’re afraid of lawsuits, causing them to practice defensive medicine. Some doctors are barely breaking even because of their premiums for malpractice insurance (especially OBGYNs), which can hover at an alarming rate of $180,000 + per year.

4. Kickbacks.  Surgeons get paid bank. But sometimes their income correlates with the number of surgeries they perform. Mo surgeries, mo money…for them. Patients are having extended stays at the hospitals due to invasive procedures being performed.  Some surgeons are eager to slice and dice their patients = expensive.

5. Shortage of doctors. It’s going to cost you an arm and a leg to go to medical school, $66,700 - $300,000+. Why start off your career in debt? But if you do become a doctor, why not go for a specialty that pays more and there’s more leisure time rather than being a general practitioner? And to pay off these loans, doctors are forced to moonlight, causing an increased risk for error.

6. People use the ED (emergency department) like it’s their PCP’s (primary care physician) office. If patients had routine follow up with their PCP’s they would be less likely to utilize the services of the ED. The ED is not a substitute for Urgent Care either. There are also patients without insurance, who would prefer to go to the ED rather than Urgent Care because Urgent Care requires payment upfront while the hospital will send you a bill. Whether you pay it later or not pay it at all is detrimental to the department. When patients stop paying, the hospital goes into bankruptcy and eventually closes, causing other nearby hospitals to inflate their service charges out of fear that they may also be subjected to the possibility of their facility folding.

7. Side effects. Patients take one pill for a symptom of a disease and then end up taking two pills to counteract a side effect. Pretty soon, patients are taking three to five different medications. And that is costly.

8. Medications. It takes an exorbitant amount of money and time to research, develop, go through clinical trials (four phases), and market newer medications to target new/old diseases + symptoms with less adverse effects. Unfortunately, the cost of the newer medications falls on the patients because the pharma companies are trying to make money, hoping that all that time that they spent on that particular drug will be bringing home the bacon.

9. Equipment. In order for hospitals to be competitive, they purchase the state-of-the-art equipment. Technology is quite expensive.  These are needed for microsurgery. Less trauma to the body, less time in surgery and healing. It’s what patients want, isn’t it? Also, hospitals are trying to update their exteriors and interiors. No one wants to go to a dated looking hospital, they want the best.

10. People don’t take care of themselves. They don’t want to be held accountable. They let themselves go. Smoke. Put on the feedbag. Don’t check their glucose levels. Noncompliance with medications.  Live a sedentary lifestyle. Obesity. Diabetes. Hypertension. Hypercholesteremia.  I admit to being guilty of this as any other person is…I need to be responsible for my own actions.

11. People are living longer, but eventually everyone will have some form of illness as they get older and older. Older = more medications.

There are a plethora of reasons as to why health care in the U. S. has skyrocketed.  Maybe we as consumers need to advocate at a national level, demanding lower costs and better quality of care?  We should examine other countries’ health care systems to formulate a better plan than what we currently are utilizing.  But until then, things will continue to escalate and people can continue going to foreign countries to receive their health care and patients will be at the mercy at what is available…good or bad.

Currently listening to: Forgot About Dre - Eminem & Dr. Dre

Listening to Eminem, Dr. Dre, and 2Pac, gets me riled up.  Throws fists up in the air.

Last night, I talked to Big Bang.  He probably thinks that all this craziness with my mom is not what he expected.  His plan is to see if he would like California, not to “meet the family”.  I know, unfortunately, it comes with the territory, especially since he’s staying at my house.  My family isn’t as casual and easy going as his.

My mom always gave my friends the third degree, it used to trip out my Viet friends whenever they’d come to pick me up at my crib.  I remember when I was late getting home and Thuannifer was already at my house.  My mom invited him inside and asked him a slew of questions, similar to an interrogation.  By the time I got home, he asked me, “Dood.  I’m not even dating you and your mom’s all up on my grill.  Wassup yo?”  I replied, “Yeah, that’s how my mom rolls.”

Big Bang read me a part of “Breaking Dawn”.  Obviously, I wasn’t going to fall asleep while he was reading that.  That’s my #2 favorite book out of the series.  Then he said an idiom that I wasn’t familiar with and when I asked him what the meaning was, he blurted…something something “stupid”.  I’m not sure what it was/is but whenever someone calls me “stupid” I have a negative reaction to it, shit sets me off.  It probably has something to do with my childhood, when my parents used to tell me that I was “stupid” or the white kids in the neighborhood who teased me when I was younger and called me “stupid” because I couldn’t speak English. I told him, “bye” and hung up.  I hate being called “stupid”.  I’m sure nobody likes being called “stupid” but I don’t know why I react so strongly to the word.  He texted me a couple of times after I hung up but I didn’t respond.

In the morning, I texted him “food morning bangoo face”, I meant “good” not “food”.  His responses were short.  I felt horribly.

I forgot to make coffee in the morning.  Ugh.  I stopped by McDonald’s to get a cup of coffee.  Shieet.  The coffee was so fucking strong, it was making me jittery.  Shit was like gasoline.  Coulda grown hair on my chest and everything.

Maybe it was good that I was wired because work was non-motherfucking-stop. For most of the day, I’ve been getting nothing but agitated, angry, and in pain patients.

Coworker bought me a soy latte from Starbucks.  Yeah, just what I need.  More caffeine to keep me going.

A coworker’s pissing me off.  Fuck, I’m not in the mood for trivial bullshit.

I haven’t gotten my period yet either.  It’s been a little over a month.  Maybe the Depo injection has stopped my cycle.  I hope so.  Ugh.

Shit.  I haven’t eaten any solid food today.  No wonder I’m fucking grumpy.  I’ve had nothing but caffeinated drinks all day.

Mr_Jin:

1. Guys who constantly feel the need to how you how important they are. Name drop, salary drop, career drop…I get it, you’re the shit.

2. People who say, “wow, you’re smarter than you look”. I get this shit all the damn time. Do I look like I belong on the short bus? Really, I’m asking a question, do I look like Forrest Gump’s best friend or something?

3. People who don’t tip, or people who tip poorly. Hey fucker, these people work hard and they make squat hourly, that extra $3.50 you have in your pocket is going to end up buying something useless like Lotto scratchers anyway.

4. People who talk during movies. Holy shit, I think if ever a time I could commit acts of homicide, it would be during a movie.

5. Guys who act too cool to read a book.

6. Women who demean or publicly humiliate their men. I should be more upset with the men who let this happen, but obviously they don’t have the balls to stop things like this from happening…most likely their woman took them.

7. Couples who bring their babies to nice restaurants. This aint fucking Chucky Cheese, take the screaming baby outside.

8. The last person who uses up all the toilet paper and does not restock it. Oh shit, I hate you.

9. Guys who fart in the car, when it’s packed, and the windows are closed. Dutch oven FTL.

10. Slow drivers. OMG, just because the posted speed limit is 65mph, does not mean that you should be driving 62mph.

11. Open mouthed or loud eaters. I don’t care about people who slurp noodles, but more like, you can hear their teeth chomping down as they eat. Ouch.

12. Body odor. Man, I hate people who smell.

Me:

1. Women who wear sandals and have their big toe and second toe dangling off and nearly touching the ground. Go a half size up.  Seriously.

2. Lazy people who bitch and complain yet do nothing about their issues.

3. Going to the grocery store and being behind a person who is paying with a check. A check. Do those still exist (if you don’t own a business?)

4. Motorcyclists that split lanes and almost hit my car. Fuck you, I’ve got four wheels.  I crush you.

5. People who are too needy.  Maybe they were attached to the nipple too long/less when they were an infant.

6. People who give me a re-gift for my birthday/holiday. That’s really fucking tacky.

7. When people misspell “their”, “there”, “too”, “two”, “too”, etc. you get the point.

8. People who have to one up me on everything. This isn’t a fucking contest on who knows the best this-or-that or how much you spent on the sweater you’re wearing. Grow the hell up.

9. Women who LOVE LOVE LOVE talking about their wedding, as if they were the only person ever to have gotten married.

10. Women who incessantly talk about their kids. Yeah, i get it. You love your family. But i don’t need to know about your kid’s ear infection and bowel movement schedules, that’s what Twitter and Facebook are for.

11. Loud sluts who talk during a movie at the movie theater. Yeah, that’s me telling you to STFU!

12. Drivers who don’t use their signal lights. It’s not there for decoration. Fucking use it. I’m not a mind reader, I can’t tell when you’re trying to come into my line.

13. Bitches that twirl/flip their hairs excessively whilst flirting.

14. People who ask a question with a question. “Can i ask you a question?”

15. People who post pictures on their facebook/blog/whatever it is with no flash, the picture is nearly pitch black, and I’m supposed to guess what the picture is about.

16. People who want to talk about money 24/7.

17. People with dirty nails. Sick.

18. Pretentious people. I can smell you a mile away.

19. People who cut corners on purpose just to save time, whether or not it is safe or not.

20. People who talk LOUDLY on the phone and for extensive periods of time. I don’t need to know about your appointment with the gynecologist, okay? I’m just sayin’.

21. Smokers who like to smoke near me. Yeah you guys have a filter but I don’t with second hand smoke. Assholes.

22. Parents who let their kids act like little shits in public, throwing themselves on the floor crying and having a tantrum in the snack aisle of a grocery store. Fuck, if i pulled that shit, my mom would have bitch slapped me into next year.

23. People who are entitled. The world doesn’t revolve around you.

24. Budget cuts in health care, schools, police departments, and fire departments…but you want to spend how much on a civic center?  Athletes are getting paid how much?

25. People (business owners who don’t file correctly on their taxes) who lie about their income so they can recieve Medicaid, food stamps, social security, etc.  They are cheating the system and that’s why America’s so damn broke ass.

I fell asleep early last night.  I was reading about a medical app when all the sudden it was lights out.  I woke up hours after and wondered “WTF just happened?”.  Is this what having Narcolepsy is like?

So…it’s official.  Big Bang is coming to SoCal to visit over the Thanksgiving holiday.  I’ve already been prepping Big Bang on my family, mostly my mother.  I really want it to go well.

My coworker got pulled over for having her tints too dark and for other modifications she’s made to her car that were deemed “illegal”.  She was pissed off because she was two blocks away from her destination.  She gave the cop an attitude.  He called for back up.  Granted she can be a little crazy and unstable at times but whatever.  Then as she was leaving, she screamed at the police officer, “WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCKING 5150 MY ASS?  I’M A CRAZY BIYATCH!” and peeled off.

Then I laughed at the whole scenario cause I could picture her doing it

I told her that she was fucking lucky she didn’t get 5150′d (the cop probably didn’t want to do the paperwork for it anyway) and that pissing off the wrong cop is gonna get her a Rodney King beat down one day. Also, not only would she get a 5150 (a three day involuntary hold for being a Danger to Self, Danger to Others, or Grave Disability as the result of a mental disorder) in the future, she’d get a 5250 (an additional 14 days, involuntary hold) on top of it.

From: Anonymous Coward

“Are you intimidated by real Christians, Rosie? Seems like you may be. But it’s all about you, right? So don’t worry about honoring your commitments. Just flake on them. Go ahead. You can spend the time wasting money on more stuff that you don’t need, or on something else that is equally important.”

Dear Anonymous Coward:

It’s not that I’m intimidated by REAL Christians, I’m just tired of being constantly judged by those who think they are righteous.  Maybe it’s the churches I’ve attended?  Every day, I am judged by what I do, what I wear, or what I say.

Am I not a REAL Christian if I repent for my sins?  Pay my tithes (giving my mom a check to give to her church)?  Believe in God and understand that I am a child of God?  If I’ve absorbed countless years of the Bible?

Am I not considered a REAL Christian because I do not attend church?  Do not walk 100% in the way of Christ?

2 Corinthians 5:10
For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive what is due him for the things done while in the body, whether good or bad.

But maybe it’s human nature to judge and we’re all hypocrites.  I judge.  You, obviously, judge me.

Currently listening to: Stan - Eminem

I entered an international photo contest.  I know that I don’t have a real chance of winning but at least I can say that I tried.

I’m serving as a board member as consultant.  I feel rather uncomfortable about my position because I am the youngest one of the bunch.  Most of the members have their doctorate degree, except me.  Sometimes, I wonder what the hell I’m doing there.

Another supervisor is trying to take credit for the work I did.  Management, it’s cut-throat.

I’ve been transferring most of my cds to iTunes.  I didn’t realize how many songs I had.  Yeesh.

So my future sister-in-law’s friends invited me to her bridal shower.

Without thinking about it, I automatically RSVP’d.  And now I’m having second thoughts.

1.  All the guests are being asked to wear a dress.  I hate wearing dresses.  The only times I’ll wear it is for a wedding, funeral, or a major holiday.

2.  I’d be hanging out with ALL of her friends.  From what I’ve heard, they’re all Bible bangers…Holy Molys.

3.  The only person I’d know there would be her.

Should I suck it up and go to the party or should I ditch the party and go hang out with my friends?

Currently listening to: Objection - Shakira

Sunday

Woke up early in the morning.  I was totally not feeling it.  Ugh.

Drove to Irvine with my mom to meet up with my brother. On the way there, my mom was giving my soon-to-be-sister these ridiculous accolades and talking shit about me.  Talked about how she likes that “she” doesn’t go out much like “me”.  I told her that if she liked Ms. Useless so fucking much, she could call Ms. Useless up to see if she could pick her up and haul her ass on over to my brother’s.  Then she got quiet.  I don’t ever complain to my mom about driving her places (she’s scared to drive on the freeways) so when she says bullshit about how I don’t do enough, that I’m an ingrate and such, I will resort to bitch ass moves and pull shit outta my fucking ass to make her shut the fuck up.  Hateful?  Maybe, but I really don’t wanna hear that sorta crap.

He got a new place and wanted to show us around. We chitty chatted for awhile.  I have to admit, it’s a pretty nice crib that he got.

I took off and left them.  I had business to tend to, i.e. shopping.  Went to South Coast Plaza.  I was getting hungry and it was already noon.  Fuck, stomach was grumbling.  I didn’t want fast food so I settled for Lawry’s Carvery.  Ordered a Santa Fe chicken sammich and mac & cheese.

The mac & cheese was cheesy and greasy, just the way I like it.

I couldn’t be bothered with the sandwich and chips.  I had shopping to tend to so I boxed that shit up.

Went to Macy’s, Loehmann’s, and Nordstrom Rack.  I left empty-handed.  What a fucking joke.

I texted my brother to see where they were at, but they were already in Garden Grove.  I went to Aveda to pick up my free sample of hairspray and bought the mint rosemary hand/body wash.  I’m working my way through the pure privilege tiers.

Went to Whole Foods and got a scoop of pistachio gelato.  So much better there than at other gelato places I’ve been to.  They claim that they have free wifi there…but let me tell you, they don’t.  Damn false advertisement.   I had to use the bathroom but they closed it because they were cleaning.  Shieet.

Then I went over to Target to use their bathroom but guess what?  They closed the bathroom there too because they were fucking cleaning.  WTF is everyone on the same cleaning schedule?

I went and bought a new soap dispenser.  I heart it very much, thank you.  Unfortunately, they didn’t have any matching bathroom furnishings.

I bought Ms. Useless a coupon organizer, she’s going to have to organize not only her shit but my brother’s too.  I can’t stand being unorganized and seeing other people being unorganized makes me upset.

We went to Surah for dinner.  We were going to test out the place to see if it would be appropriate for the rehearsal dinner.  Negative.  Although it tasted decent, they didn’t have enough space for the guests and they wouldn’t budge on the pricing, because we weren’t going to be ordering liquor.

Combo D for $66.99 for the four of us (me, mom, brother, and Ms. Useless).

The name Surah…is bad juju for me.  It was also the name of the restaurant where I was going to have my wedding reception held at in Dallas (which BTW never happened).  But still, what are the chances of the name “Surah” being a place for either of our weddings?  Ugh.

My brother showed us where the church was and where they were going to have the reception.

Went to the grocery store and I picked up three more boxes of Yonsei soy milk.

Fuck.  It was late already and I was fucking tired.  Everything was annoying the shit outta me.  Spent almost 14 hours with them.  Enough is enough already.  Grumpy?  Fuck yes.

I’m sure my mom was uncomfortable with me driving home sans coffee and in silence, no radio or talking.

I hit the sack hard that night.

Currently listening to: Only You - 112 feat. Mase and Notorious BIG

Saturday

Went to Zumba in the morning.

After Zumba, went home to quick shower and cruised over to Souplantation to meet up with a friend.  I had a buy one lunch, get one free with purchase of two beverages coupon.  Nice.  We caught up with old times and talked about work.  I think we sat there for almost two hours gabbing away.  It was good seeing her again.

Ugh.  Old boss called me and left me a voicemail.  I feel like the chick from the movie, “Single White Female”.

Then I went to a Vietnamese restaurant to get $90 worth of spring rolls for the party.

It was another friend’s birthday.  She was also having her CNA board exam today, which she somehow managed to fail.  Ouch.

When I got there, the place was well-decorated.  It was amazing to sit in a room full of 100% purebred Spaniards.  I don’t think I got to hear enough “thhh” and “ais”.  I also got to taste amazing authentic Spanish food, not your regular tapas menu.

Tortilla Española, egg omelet with fried potatoes. Amazing.

Ensalada Rusa, Spanish style potato salad.  Nom nom.

I forgot what this salad was called, but it was tasty.

Not-so-Spanish-stuffed-mushrooms.  So damn good.

I ate so much, I fucking wanted to vomit and taste it all over again because it was fucking delicious.  Yes it was.

The hookah came out and so did the liquor.

I love this fucking cat.  Purrrrrrfect boyfriend for my cat, Calamity…

Can’t wait to go to another Spaniard party…

Got home late.  My mom gave me shit about it too because I had to wake up early on Sunday.

Currently listening to: Change - Taylor Swift

I had the most wicked dream ever. Not sure what it means…but when I woke up, I had to write it down…in case I forgot.

I was wearing a tank top and I fell asleep.  I was awoken by a pulsating feeling on my chest.  When I peered down, I saw a super-colossal looking arachnoid hugging the frontal portion of my body.  The hairy bristle-like legs were wrapping around me…tightly.  It was closing in on me.  The many evil eyes were staring into my eyes.  I thought to myself, “If looks could kill”.  My heart rate suddenly became rapid, I was going into tachycardia, and felt as though my heart was going to burst out of my chest cavity.  My palms were perspiring.  I closed my eyes and waited in dread…

And then I woke up.  It was so Alien-esque.  For once, I was happy that my alarm woke me up.

What does it mean?

Currently listening to: Call My Name - OMD

Before I begin, I tag y’all.

1.  The last thing I do before going to sleep is: pass out while playing BubbleXplode on my iPod or fall asleep while Big Bang is telling me a bedtime story.

2.  When I can’t sleep I: get online to see who is on IM, clean, or watch television.

3.  The first thing I do when I wake up is: hit the snooze button on my alarm.

4.  When I’m tired: I drink coffee, chew gum, or call people if I’m driving.

5.  My dream bedroom would be: designed by Candice Olson because I heart her.

6.  If I could wake up anywhere tomorrow morning, it would be: with Big Bang next to me in Tahiti, in a private bungalow over the water, with breakfast waiting for us.

7.  The longest sleep I’ve ever had was: 22 hours but I had bronchitis.

8.  I sleep: with my stomach down and face on the side.

9.  When I sleep, I like to wear: tank top and pajama pants.

10.  My bedtime is usually: when I feel tired or Big Bang threatens to kick my ass.