what's up with these people.. i guess the only real "excitement" in my life comes from when i'm out and about -- shopping..

i was at target during my lunch.. damn, i love target. anyway.. i was looking at their bed sheets tucked in an aisle.. far, far away.. secluded from everything else.. this dude comes strolling by.. i didn't even notice him until he shouts..

"ey, yo".. i turn to my left and find this roach standing there with sunglasses on.. he reminded me of snoop dog.. on crack. he sure looked like it, too.

"do i look famous?" he asks as he's repositioning his shades.. with a huge grin on his face..

"um.. yeah"..

"ballin! that's right cuz i am" he sternly states.

umm.. mommy?

he stands there for a minute then gallops off..

it seems that my computer at home is infected with a crapload of viruses.. that's the only explanation as to why it lags like a mofo. takes about ten minutes to start up.. it can't be from the porn, can it? i stream my shiet.. never downloaded one. sigh. it's so lonely not having them there to comfort me when i get home.. =/

my coworker brought in girl scout cookies to help her grandkid.. fuck.. i bought two boxes just as a donation sorta thing.. gahh..  i want to devour these bad boys..

i was browsing through the lower racks at burlington when i hear.. "ah-gasshi, ah-gasshi"

i look up to find this korean man hovering over me..

i contemplated for a second.. should i respond or act like i don't understand.. meh.. i replied.. "nae?" (yes?)

"sooh yung bok uh rhee issuh yo?" (where are the swimsuits?)

i told him that i didn't work here and he said that he knew.. but since i'm a female i should know.. hmm.. okay. so i began looking around and wah-la.. they were on display right behind him. so i directed him towards the manikins..

"go mah woh yo" (thank you) he gleefully said..

right when i was about to walk away he asks when i came to america.. i informed him that i have been here my whole life. he was shocked stating that i spoke very good korean.. i smiled and attempted to go off to continue with my shopping..

"ah-gasshi boomuhn neem duhl moh ha sae yo?" (what do your parents do for a living?)

gah! koreans, man. soooo nosey. i swear.. i've never met a korean who hasn't asked what my parents do or what college i've attended within the first five minutes of our encounter. i just made up some bs off the top of my head.. i didn't want to be rude and ignore him.. but i also refused to tell him my personal info..

"nam pyun eessuh yo?" (do you have a husband?)

"ah ni yo" (no)

"ah duhl eet nuhn dae, soh gae sheek kyu joohl ggae" (i have a son, i'll introduce you to him)

i smirk with a bit of discomfort..

"ah jooh jal sang gyuh ssuh" (he's really good looking)

haha.. wow.. do i have the words 'desperate' plastered on my forehead?

"ahrahssuh, ahrahssuh.. aigo, eeh luhn dae joht ttah.. ssah goh, joh uhn moohl guhn eetddah." (okay okay.. *long pause*.. man, this place is nice. cheap and good merchandise"

"yae" (indeed).. i bow.. "ahnnyung ee gae sae yo" (bye)

"uh, dah shee mahn nah jah" (let's meet again)

i wanna get out of this town.. seriously. maybe it's time i go back to kentucky..

it's snowing.

as i was in the employee lounge peeling my orange, a coworker.. "m".. one of the very few people at work i regularly interact with.. jolts in..

"i need your input"

"what's up?"

"would you forgive an ex friend simply because you knew they were dying?"

my first thought.. of course. i mean.. i don't really care how severe the wrong doing was.. the person is dying and they want to make amends with you.. no doubt that i would at least let it go for that person's sake. i've always been a firm believer that people make mistakes.. and though it may be a bigger fuck up than others.. so what.. we live and we learn. no point in prolonging a grudge or continuing any sort of animosity..

anyway..

"she was my best friend.. i confided in her about everything.. including my suspicions that shane (m's husband) was cheating on me.."

my initial assumption was that her best friend and the hubby did the dirty and what not.. (it was with another woman, not her)..

"she knew about his infidelity the whole time and concealed it from me.." m was almost in tears at this point..

"let it go.. think about the position she was in. as a friend to you and shane.. do you honestly think she wanted to be the one who broke/shattered your marriage?" i know this may sound ignorant of me to say.. but c'mon. number one.. the woman is now dying. number two.. can you really blame her for keeping her mouth shut?

the dying friend has made numerous attempts to contact m.. but according to m, she feels way too betrayed to talk to her again.

shrugs. if you were in m's shoes, what would you do?

i think i've consumed more apples in this week than i have in my whole life. seriously. i used to hate apples.. but because of their nutritional benefits (fiber.. ahem.. i need as much fiber as i can get).. i began munching on them throughout my day at work. filling.

so apparently, i did get jipped petty bad on my oil change.. damn you, precision tune. gah. how much does a transmission fluid flush thingy cost? i want to make sure that i don't get ripped off on this service.

i have a serious drooling problem.. i wake up in the mornings with my hair stuck to my cheek/side of my mouth.. and i'm in a pool of saliva. scrumptious. i'm going to feel sorry for my husband as i also violently snore.. well, that's if i can even find someone who'll marry me. =/ ho hum.

i want a costco polish dog.. mmmm. *drools*.. no, no.. i want some fried spam, rice, and kimchee.. oh gosh, i think i just had an orgasm.

i got ripped off at precision tune. fuckers. i wish i knew more about cars.. or how to do an oil change myself. i think i'll do that, actually. learn how to do my own damn oil change.

i went to the closest car place because i'm way over due for an oil change. so i go into precision tune..

"how much for an oil change?"

"it starts off at $16.99"

"starts off? so how much would it cost me?"

"well, we would have to look at it first. from the make of your car, i think we will need to use a special 500 oil"

this lady had the thickest accent, too. i barely understood her.. but yeah.. no one's ever told me that i needed "special oil" or some nonsense like that. she then goes into some crap about how they need to use the original, manufacturer's oil so it's going to cost me another $8.00.. hmmm.. i had absolutely no clue.. anyway, i was there and i just wanted my oil change. so i authorized her to proceed with all of this.

it came out to $50!.. i've never paid above $30. on top of this, i was out of there in 20 minutes.. wtf.. doesn't it take longer?? gah. i know jiffy lube is like $20.. but i refuse to go there because i did once in the past.. and yeah. big mistake. they ended up forgetting to plug something back in and it caused a shitload of damages. long story.. anyway.. i should have just gone to my dealership but it's too far away. how much do you guys  pay for your oil change? man, these businesses can totally jip off clueless people like me.. which i'm sure they do.

some dude approaches me yesterday and starts rambling on about how i look like michelle wei. at first, i didn't know who the hell he was referring to.. then he mentions it's the golfer chick. i had an idea but googled her as soon as i got to my computer. ummm.. negative. maybe he sees a resemblance because we're both asian.

15.0 incline, 5.0 speed, 30 minutes. talk about getting your ass whooped. this is a light jog but doing it on that incline.. yeah.. proceeding this, i went and did the stair machine for 30 minutes on "fat burner plus". usually, i set it on just the "fat burner".. but because i missed a few days of workout, i thought i'd crank it up a notch this morning. 5 minutes into it, i seriously thought i was going to pass out.. gah. i have obviously been exercising way too comfortably.. this shall change.

it's cold. my hair is still wet and i didn't bring a hair dryer. i hate my bangs. i'm going to hunt down the hairdresser who did this to me and stab her eyes out with a mechanical pencil. i'm functioning off of less than 5 hours of sleep and all i've consumed today is an apple. i'm sick of the fucking media's obsession with anna nicole smith and their efforts to expose all this nonsense, true or false, about her. the woman is dead for crying out loud. leave her name alone, got damnit. i heard that 50 cent came out with his own line of condoms because he "promotes safe sex" and uses the rubber himself... hah.

i'm dizzy.

oh, happy day.

i think someone needs a hug.

the freakiest thing happened to me last night..

i went to bed as soon as i got home.. 7:45ish. i was dead tired and kept waking up throughout the night.. 11pm.. 1am.. and so on.. anyway.. at about 1:55am i awoke with a sharp pain in my left hand. i realized it was clenched into a fist.. i gradually opened it and.. bam.. out fell an earring. here's the weird part. the day before, i took these earrings which were given to me as a gift from "j" a few weeks earlier.. and placed them in my jewelry box. that box always sits on top of a shelf, inside my closet.. what.. the.. fuck.. 

i didn't really think anything of it last night.. but getting ready this morning i realized there was no possible way that earring could have been anywhere near me.. i know for a fact that i don't sleep walk either.. hmm......

so priceline.com allows you to name your own price? that's awesome.. the only downfall is that you don't know your departure/arrival times until after you've purchased your tickets. i found two roundtrip tickets to burbank for $308 and that's including tax! however, i wouldn't know the times and i have to figure out all this crap asap.. so.. yeah.. meh.. planning a 2 day/2 night mini-vacation is harder than i remember it to be..

la people, holler. =]

valentine's day is just one of those days that companies utilize to suck up millions of dollars from us consumers. bleh. anyway, this is an old story from the local paper.. sweet, very sweet. it still makes my heart smile when i read it. i hope to find this one day..

stomach is oh so satisfied.. one cup soy milk, one cup special k cereal w/ strawberries. scrumptious. can't beat a breakfast like that.

and yes, my constipation is finally cured. though it was approximately two drops the size of peanut m & m's.. s'all good. i'm not complaining.

this weekend was eh.. i agreed to go clubbing. =/ yikes. there are a few reasons why i'm opposed to attending these polluted venues weekend after weekend. one of those reasons were indeed reiterated to me this particular evening. haters. why are there so many effing haters? evil eyes, cold hard stares.. c'mon. yeah, i notice these things especially since the nasty looking ho ho in the white silk dress (who dresses up like it's some formal dinner when they're at a club??) and demented nose kept walking past me repeatedly looking me up and down, up down. maybe she wanted me. sigh. and why do people wear suits to the club?? hahah. okay, maybe i'm hating. it's funny because guys will approach me and 99% of them will utter the same first line.. "you're tall".. thanks for telling me something that i already know. there was this little islander man.. he came to my boobies.. he had his hair parted in the middle.. haha.. it was sort of endearing as he tried so damn hard.. he looked like an oompa loompa in a way, too.

"hey girl, dang you're tall!" he says as he's swaying left and right, moving his hands.. palms down. hahah..

smiles.

"oooh, let's dance" he demanded trying to rub up against me.. haha.. his hips came to thighs.. then his little friend walks by and tries to join him. i stood there for a few seconds then said i had to go to the ladies room.. and jetted. 

so i went and played in a tourney yesterday. six tables. $30 buy in. not too shabby. the fourth hand i'm dealt.. ace 4 suited. i'm first to act with two callers. flop.. ace ace 5. cha ching. i check. dude bets. chick calls. i call. turn.. ace.. for the first time ever in a tourney, i hit quads. i again, check. guy bets, she calls. i call. river.. queen. i, again, check. he bets like 500. she moves all in.. i move all in.. he pauses and states that there;s too much money in the pot to not call.. YES! i had a monster chip stack after that hand. anyway, with a few suck outs later.. i'm short stacked as we're about to combine the final two tables.. a q suited. i go all in. big blind calls and flips over 4 8 off. 4 8 off!! i had like three times her blind, too! flop comes.. 6 6 9. turn is another 6.. i'm ahead with my ace high.. river.. a 4. wtf.. heh heh. =l

i am having the shittiest day.. i never wake up angry or pissed off.. nothing like that.. but this morning, i awoke infuriated. people who know me know that i am the last person to ever be moody/bitchy. i've never taken shit out on anyone. i ended up snapping at my friend earlier when she called me at work to go out for lunch.. =/

"why are you calling me at work, got damn it?!!?"

"huh? i always call you at work. you wanna go out for lunch in....."

click.

i don't know why i'm so pissed off.. the thing is, it takes a lot to make me "mad"..

i feel like smashing someone's face into a brick wall right now.

this could very well be the result of my inability to take a crap.. constipation is no fun.. sigh..