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If You're My Friend on FACEBOOK, You've Already Seen These Pictures.

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 19:58:30 GMT

It's been a while since I've posted pictures. So, here are some photos from this summer, thus far. Enjoy. ^_^

~*~*~*~Jinyoung Unnie B-Day Weekend~*~*~*~

Me and Steph~

haha...me and steph at Outback~

HOT LADIES~

Group shot at Outback

~*~*~*~Jeanelle's Graduation Party Weekend~*~*~*~

Eva made me try on this Disco meets Peacock dress...

Me and Samantha

Triplet. =)

Me and Theza doing some SALSA...

...attractive.

Me and my Evies =)

Sleeper 11 group photo...minus Marianne. =(

~*~*~*~Bowling in Boston~*~*~*~

look at those HOT bowling shoes.

jeanelle, sam, and quoc

me and Jeanelle doing our modeling pose...

me...pretending to be a character on Law&Order: SVU.

~*~*~*~Nohrebang~*~*~*~

me and Hannah

our happy group photo~

me and sammi (we look SOOO happy!) ...haha.

tambourine is my best friend at nohrehbang.

haha...I had to run up RAPE stairs to get where I am in this picture!

wEeee~! I was in BUM ally and randomly felt like taking pictures with this pole gate...

HAHA...I look like a midget in this picture. My body looks so unproportional.

~*~*~*~How Can I Forget the SELF PICS~*~*~*~

~*~*~*~THE END~*~*~*

taDAA~

Grabbing a Lacrosse Stick and Hitting a Man in the Balls

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 01:06:23 GMT

This morning marked another incident where I suffered from a moment of partial retardation. When I was getting on the T, it was crowded as usual, so I grabbed onto the pole...or so I thought. After a good ten seconds or so, I began to wonder why the pole was wiggling and felt unstable. For some reason, I was thinking it was just loose, but a second later, I realized that couldn't be possible. When I turned my head towards the pole I was holding onto, I saw that it wasn't a pole at all. Instead, I had been holding onto this man's lacrosse stick. He was standing lower than me on the step by the door, holding a gym bag with the metal handle sticking straight up into the air. I was so out of it this morning, I didn't really pay attention to what I had grabbed onto and just assumed his sport stick was the pole. Yeah...that was embarrassing, and it was even worse that he didn't say anything when I apologized and let go of his stick...

Later this afternoon, while taking my lunch break, I was walking outside in the crowded street. I felt something tickling my hand, so I looked to see what it was a noticed an insect and started having mini heartattacks. In a wild frenzy, I flung my hand back violently to throw the bug off my hand and ended up hitting a man in the balls. Apparently, he was walking beside me but a little behind me, and when I thrusted my arm back, I managed to get him right between the legs as he took his step forward. He clutched his private area for dear life and bent forward a little. I felt the heat in my face (as if I wasn't already hot from the beaming sun) rise, and I couldn't even apologize normally. I broke out into this stutter and after stumbling over the "S" a few times, "sorry" eventually came out of my mouth. I just don't get why I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time doing strange things.

Dropping the Kids off at the Pool

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 16:13:58 GMT

When it comes to females and having to drop off the kids in the pool, public restrooms can be quite an entertaining scene. I was in a bathroom stall the other day, thinking I was the only one in there, but then a minute later, I heard feet shuffling in the stall next to me. I've never understood why some people go completely silent when they hear someone enter the restroom. It's like, they think if they freeze and hold their breath, nobody is going to know they are there. I don't care if I can hear them dropping off the kids in the pool! As quoted from one of my favorite books, to this day, "everybody poops." It's not a big deal, which is why I find it funny when women are letting the kids go and then suddenly stop and suck them back in once I or anyone else enters the bathroom. If anything, I'd be trying to make as much noise as possible to help mute the splish splash of the droppings. I'd rattle the toilet paper dispenser, flush a few times while on the seat, and make loud coughing noises, but in my experience, I've come to the conclusion that people will still hear you. Haha. It's best to take advantage of the noises other people in the bathroom make, especially running water from the sink and blow dryers. But in the end, it's all just so silly, having to wait for loud noises to drop the bombs. Just drop the kids off loud and proud! Aint no shame in having a healthy digestive system. Now, diarrhea is a different story...the end.

The Day I Tried to Dress Like a Lady

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:09:39 GMT

Windy cities are not so friendly, especially when you don't have an enclosed mode of transportation and you're required to walk everywhere. I don't even know why I bother to fix my hair when it ends up looking like a lion's mane at the end of the day. And Sunday, for the first time in a very long time, I decided to dress like a nice young lady. I had a cute little summer dress on and my hair was down and groomed. As I'm walking down Boylston, mother nature decided to blow her evil gusts at me, causing my dress to blow in between my legs. Might I add that a dress or skirt tucked tightly in a girl's crotch is NOT attractive in any way. Everytime I kept trying to pull my dress out from between my legs, the wind just kept blowing it right back. I should have just worn pants. Maybe from now on, I'll just wear pants and a swim cap on my head to keep any hairs from blowing onto the cornea of my eye. Also, lip gloss is overrated. It only looks good and stays put indoors. The outdoors is no place to be wearing lipgloss, especially in windy cities. In my case, my hair blows all over the place and sticks to my lips, and as I'm dragging the hair off my lips, it leaves that sticky residue on the side of my face. I end up with more lipgloss on the ends of my hair than on my lips. I should invent "nonstick lipgloss for women with long hair who like to look sexy in windy cities." The end. Now back to work.

Getting My Fingers Stuck In Random Holes

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 16:02:53 GMT

I have a strange history of getting my fingers stuck in various objects. I'll never forget the time I got my fingers stuck in a bowling ball and had to go into the ladie's room with the ball stuck to my hand. From there, I had to place my hands under the warm water and gently tug, but my attempts were futile, so then came the liquid soap which I globbed all over my hand and around my fingers. I think I was panicking, which was just making the situation seem a whole lot worse. After letting my hand soak with the soap for about 30 seconds, I started twisting my fingers out of the holes and they were finally free. Of course, there were people coming into the restroom, staring at me b/c of the bowling ball in the sink, filling up with water as it leaked into the holes. I was not very successful in getting all the water out of the ball since there are only 3 little holes. Yeah, that was quite an ordeal that happened back when I was in highschool.

So, a few days ago, I was curling my eyelashes with a curler and managed to get my thumb stuck in the handle. How ridiculous am I that my thumb slips too far into the handle hole? There I was trying to yank an eyelash curler off my thumb, twisting and turning it the way you'd try to take off a ring that's a bit too tight. Finally, I just resorted to the convenient water and soap trick, and it slid right off. Honestly, the things I go through in life are just strange.

Why I Hate Walking in Cities

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:17:09 GMT

When I'm walking through a busy city street, I just wish people would move out of the way. It's busy for a reason, and that means there is no time to be daydreaming and smelling the flowers. I hate crowds and walking behind people who think they own the sidewalk. Thus, I'm usually not in the most pleasant mood when I'm walking around in a crowded city. I'm like a bull in a china shop when it comes to citylife: inside, I just want to put on my horns and knock people over like bowling pins but, obviously, that doesn't happen. Instead, I've got my angry face mask on, and I give people the evil eye. At the peak of my anger, if looks could kill, the whole city would be dead. I just thought I'd share how disgruntled I get when people disregard the presence of others and have no couth when it comes to city life etiquette. You don't just come to an abrupt halt in the middle of the walk path to greet a friend or make a phone call. Move to the side or go to a dark alley to take care of all that friendly business. Geezus. The end.

My Rantings During a 30 Minute Work Break

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 16:07:59 GMT

I can honestly say that my body is not in the best condition right now. I'm slowly beginning to resemble the white puffy mascot on those Michillin tire commercials. If you don't know what I'm referring to, think of large marshmallows stacked on a stick, then melted over a fire so that the goo begins to overlap, turning into fluff. Then, enlarge that image 100x. Yes, that's the word to describe me: FLUFF. I'm becoming a shapeless blob, and I'm not proud of it, no siree Spongebob Squarepants. I have not worked out since March and thus, I have suffered the consequences. It's crazy how my body can warp into different shapes in such a short period of time. Although, five months of no exercise is quite a lot, seeing how that's the longest I've ever gone in my life without some good 'ole fast paced workout for my heart. I don't want to make excuses and say it's because I'm tired when I come home from work because, in all honesty, that is a bunch of hamster droppings. I have plenty of energy, yet, I choose to lounge around and be idle. I'm already idle as it is, sitting at work for 9 hours where the only parts of my body that gets the slightest bit of exercise are my fingers. I don't think it's normal for a girl my age to be out of breath after walking up two flights of stairs. I mean, I hold onto those railings like I'm mountain climbing up Everest, and that's just sad. Now I know why I've never been able to hover over a toilet seat in public bathrooms: out of shape and no leg strength. I'm always the one who plops myself onto that toilet seat like it's my own and then lifts myself up using the handicap bar: once again, sad and not normal.

Nobody likes to feel fat, or in my case, LOOK fat. Therefore, I'm making a promise to myself, starting now, to be more conscious of the things I eat and to start exercising regularly. I really need to start making it a part of my daily regimen so I don't end up like those women in their late twenties who look like they're in their late 30's because of poor diet and lack of exercise. Also, I don't want to end up with diabetes. The end.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 14:50:00 GMT

Of all the times I've ridden the T in the past four years, nothing compares to the incident that occurred this morning. I mean, I've had my fair share of falls on the T, but usually those occurred when I was with a friend, someone I could laugh with when I found my face meeting the floor. This morning, I stood at the very back of the T since it was rush hour, and there was no where else to go. You know how there are those single seats that face the windows? Well, I was holding onto the bar right by that seat, listening to my music, minding my own business. I'm not sure if the T driver was in a bad mood and was deliberately breaking so violently or if he felt like taking the passengers on a rollercoaster ride, giving us whiplash, but I soon found myself swinging sideways on the pole like a retarded pole dancer. My bag slipped off my shoulder, disconnecting my earphones from my iPod, and before I knew it, I was sitting down. I somehow managed to swing all the way around and land on the seat situated beside the pole. Too bad there was a man sitting there, and my sudden presence on his lap startled him. There I was, sitting on a stranger's lap, earphones still dangling, bag on the floor, people around chuckling. The worse part was when I tried to stand up and slipped on my bag and fell right back down on the man's lap. I was a wreck, and the fact that this occurred during rush hour on a packed T just made everything seem worse. AND, because I'm socially awkward at times, I started talking to myself, the way I normally do when something embarrassing happens to me. Wow, what a morning for me.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 16:25:14 GMT

I'm having a dilemma. I've been taking birth control pills since I was fifteen, and up until last month, my health insurance used to cover for it. Right now, I'm currently uninsured and would have to pay however much it is for an appointment and the pills, but money is not the issue here. I have tried to go off The Pill twice in the past, but both cases resulted in me breaking out into SEVERE ACNE. I mean, it was so severe, I had go on Accutane both times, which put me right back on The Pill. I don't really want to be on The Pill anymore because I don't see a need, and it just caused me to gain like 30 pounds, but I'm afraid I will have another acne attack from my body and hormones going into shock from being deprived of The Pill. I don't want acne and I don't want to be on The Pill, but it seems I'm trapped. Go off The Pill, get the acne, go on Accutane, and back on The Pill I go...

I don't know yet if I'll have an acne breakout this time. I'm supposed to take my first pill of my new cycle today but since I don't have the pills, obviously, I can't take it. If I notice any acne popping up in the next week or so, I can honestly say I'm doomed. I don't know what's wrong with my hormones and why it does that to me when I try to stop The Pill, but I just don't think I can go through with the extreme acne case again. I don't want to look like a burn victim!! Oh I hope I hope I hope it will be okay...-_-;;

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 15:26:06 GMT

For the first time in 4 years, my hair is ALL natural right now. I recently got it chopped off, meaning the dead ends from my previous magic straight perm are gone. Even though my hair is pretty short right now, I love that it feels so healthy and thick again. Although I'm not used to it sitting on my shoulders, it's better than sitting at work staring at the dead deep fried ends from the multiple perms I used to do every year. Let's recap: freshman year in September, I got my first magic straight ever. That lasted until September of sophomore year when I got a digital perm. August before my junior year, I got another magic straight perm, then again in December (6months later), then AGAIN in July (7months later). I mean, junior year was pretty bad...my hair didn't even have time to breathe and grow back healthily before I went in for another perm. It's been almost a year since my last straight perm, and I think that was my last...at least for now. I just want to see how my hair grows out naturally. I already know my hair is naturally wavy in a bed head kind of way, which means I'll always have to blow dry it straight or straighten it with a straightener, but at least it's happy right now. Yes, you heard me. My HAIR is happy. =)

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