Friday, December 29, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Five things you didn't know about me:
1. One of my dreams was to be a choir singer, and tonight I actually sang with one :-)
2. When 8 years old, I was involved in a serious rebel against the teacher in our after school day care who didn't let us play more. We successfully put her into tears and escaped to the playground!
3. I used to wear men's perfume when in 10th grade. It was a segregated school, and no, I'm not gay.
4. The cold weather gives me an uncontrollable shiver. Funny enough that I have to live my days in Midwest.
5. I have a uni-brow! (well, some of you knew this one)
Five bloggers I tag:
1- A primary school friend whom I met virtually after 15 years.
2- A old schoolmate who flies on the wall.
3- The best bro ever. The smarter side of me.
4- A great master in the west coast.
5- I still read here.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
This year on,
our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
I guess it is supposed to be funny, but I couldn't relate with the idea at all. I found Ms Dewey discourteous and annoying but perhaps men find her sexy. If besides her there was another receptionist at the desk I would walk to that other one.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Will I take the same risk today? I think I will. Did i learn anything from the loss then? I did, but if you don't bet, you don't win. I'm happy that I didn't lose my ability to risk.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
"It is not a dream of motor cars and high wages merely, but a dream of social order in which each man and each woman shall be able to attain to the fullest stature of which they are innately capable, and be recognized by others for what they are, regardless of the fortuitous circumstances of birth or position."
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Apologies; sometimes they are necessary, like in Richards' case. But many times, especially here in US, they seem unnecessary to me, for instance when I ask a grocery store worker if they sell staplers, he or she apologizes to me that they don't carry one. That seems weird to me. It's not the worker's or even the store's fault. But this apparently is a culture much different that mine. And also this is a consumer-based economy, much different than what i was used to. Or maybe it's just the way to be polite.
Or look at this one: a few months back in our university, when some undergrads had a costume party in a fraternity or sorority house (can't remember which) and for some reason some Latino students were offended. That time, not only those kids apologized but also Mr. Herman, our university chancellor sent out a mass apology letter.
Now my own experience. Last semester I was one of the several TAs for a big undergraduate class, and once when posting a file to class discussion board, I accidentally posted some grades. It was there for a very short time, but one student noticed it. It was an honest mistake, but talk about undergrads and grades, he made a big deal out of it. The course instructor made me write an apology letter and send it not only to that student, but to post it on the board. O' it was PAINFUL. I found it quite unfair at the time, but now i think it's just how it works.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Another interesting thing was that I met the person whoes blog inspired me to start one of my own. Well said "it's a small world after all."
Thursday, November 23, 2006
The other day, I picked up a box of dried cranberries from Meijer. I usually read the labels carefully, but I was in a rush that day. And see what I got: orange flavored cranberries! Cranberries by themselves are quite flavorful, I don't at all understand why they are needed to be orange-flavored.
Anyway, enjoy your thanksgiving dinner anyway you like it, and don't eat too much :)
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
It makes you wonder if somebody up there is pulling your leg sometimes.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
It's late Mr. Chancellor, you gotta get some sleep:-)
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
They also had a side exhibition where they displayed the field museum's collection of mummies. Spooky, ha? Well it is Halloween after all !
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Real Buttermilk is the liquid left over after producing butter. But the ones you find in supermarkets are "cultured" buttermilk, that is milk to which some bacteria have been added that turn lactose into lactic acid.
Hah, too much Ado about a dairy, but it deserves some attention!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
I went to The Blue Men concert tonight, which was fun. I was youtubing to see if I can find one of the songs they performed and I ran into THIS! This used to be in my top10 list when I was in highschool. It was pleasantly nostalgic to hear it again.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
There's some things you should wish for and some things you shouldn't. That's what my little brother Frankie told me. He told me I only had three wishes, and I looked into his eyes, and I don't know why I believed him.
It was as hard for Frankie to smile when the tumor was malignant as it was for my dad to cry after. But they both managed it. I'm going to switch this off now. It's not the way I want to see Frankie any more. Do you still have a picture of me in your head? Well, that's like the picture I want to have of Frankie. One that you can keep in your head forever. So when you go back to reality, I'll ask Frankie to please, please let me go.
- In America, Jim Sheridan
Friday, October 13, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
These people administer the Ig Nobel Prizes, given each year for achievements that make people laugh, and then make them think. Look through their webpage and you sure will find many interesting topics of reasearch. Look at this one for example:
What is the number of photographs you must take to (almost) ensure that
nobody in a group photo will have their eyes closed?
Dedicated to all the bored people out there.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
Sunday, October 01, 2006
So you email somebody and ask some question. They reply you back. You send a thank you note. What if they send out a you're-welcome. What then? I guess that;s the endline there.
For this one it was kinda straight forward. But imagin this one: You send an Happy-Birthday email. They send a Thank-you-What's-up. You send a you're-welcome-such-ad-such. They send a keep-in-touch. Do you need to reply to that?
I'm trying to understand. Are there any keywords, hidden signals, in an email saying that it is the endline, and you would look silly if you continue replying to that one?
It Does Make You Feel Good
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).
12. A bubble bath.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you!
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
29. Playing with a new puppy.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
32. Hot chocolate.
33. Road trips with friends.
34. Swinging on swings.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger
36. Making chocolate chip cookies.
37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
38 Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing
that some things (good or bad) never change.
40. Watching the _expression on someone's ! face
as they open a much desired present from you.
41. Watching the sunrise.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and
being grateful for another beautiful day.
43 Knowing that somebody misses you.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Joe Miller: I'm not that familiar with opera.
Andrew Beckett: This is my favorite aria. This is Maria Callas. This is "Andrea Chenier", Umberto Giordano. This is Madeleine. She's saying how during the French Revolution, a mob set fire to her house, and her mother died... saving her. "Look, the place that cradled me is burning." Can you hear the heartache in her voice? Can you feel it, Joe? In come the strings, and it changes everything. The music fills with a hope, and that'll change again. Listen... listen..."I bring sorrow to those who love me." Oh, that single cello! "It was during this sorrow that love came to me." A voice filled with harmony. It says, "Live still, I am life. Heaven is in your eyes. Is everything around you just the blood and mud? I am divine. I am oblivion. I am the god... that comes down from the heavens, and makes of the Earth a heaven. I am love!... I am love."
-Quote from the movie Philadelphia, 1993.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Apparently you can no longer sell a simple story to American couch-potatos. Have to have some conspiracy involved in any story these days.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Do you think I need therapy?;)
Ha! I just found myself re-reading this post before publishing. No! I'm not doing that. 3-2-1 publish!
Sunday, September 24, 2006
~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird,
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
But how come the childhood relationships, that don't have that much of a tarde sense into them, last better than the ones built on the explainable patterns?
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
left will start to move faster than the one you are in
LAW OF TELEPHONE: When you dial a wrong number, you
never get an engaged one.
LAW OF MECHANICAL REPAIR:
After your hands become coated with grease, your nose
will begin to itch.
LAW OF THE WORKSHOP: Any tool, when dropped, will roll
to the least accessible corner.
LAW OF THE ALIBI: If you tell the boss you were late
for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning
you will have a flat tire.
LAW OF BATH ROOM: When the body is immersed in water,
the telephone rings.
LAW OF ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone
you know increases when you are with someone you don't
LAW OF THE RESULT: When you try to prove to someone
that a machine won't work, it will!
LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is
inversely proportional to the reach.
LAW OF THEATRE : People with the seats at the furthest
from the aisle arrive last.
LAW OF COFFEE: As soon as you sit down for a cup of
hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something
which will last until the coffee is cold.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-- Elizabeth Bishop
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
I guess, i can rephrase my question that why would you feel you're getting "old" in your birthday anniversary. Isn't it that each day that comes to an end, is making you "old"er. Perhaps we just accumulate these small repeated feeling olds and just set them free in our birthdy night.
When i was a kid, at the night before my birthdays, i would go to the balcony, look at the stars and say farewell to my past year 'figure' of age. When your a kid, youre enthusiastic about diing one to your digit. Why is it changed when you grow up?
[Another good thing about having a lone blog is that you can leave the essay right in the middle and go! ]