it was 20 degrees in central park this morning. the high for today is 30. omg. i thought my face was going to fall off on the corner of b'way and 37th. it didn't though.
so i have some sort of eye infection. i don't think it's a sty but it's all red and swollen and bulbous. walking to work bundled up in my puffer jacket, with only my eyes (one of which, as i've mentioned, is red and bulbous) peeping through between a fuzzy wool hat was quite a sight. i caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window and it was all very quasimoto. and then i saw another asian girl walking past me and she was tall and skinny and had a skinny little coat on with skinny pants and a skinny scarf and her long hair was pulled back in a skinny ponytail and i just felt that *that* was not allowed. *that* being skinny-ness and looking fabulous in sub-zero climate. she probably froze and died later this morning.
insulation from your own body fat is necessary to keep warm. i will continue to eat lots of carbs and fatty foods to increase self insulation. chinese food and pizza *every*day. jennis and i showed eachother our stomach fats in a jcrew dressing room last weekend, and i think we'll be able to keep warm this winter, no problemo.
in other news...
-on sunday i bought a christmas tree and carried it home on my shoulder like a common lumberjack.
-i can't get those sexy shoes out of my mind. they will be mine! muhaha.
-jane and i are going to make up an elaborate excuse to evade the annual company christmas party where our manager may or may not force us to dance with the sales team, in efforts improve dept.relations.
-it just so happens that emi can sing in hebrew. in middle school choir, we sang a medly of both christmas and hanukah songs. one of the songs was sung entirely in hebrew. i was an alto so i only know the part that goes, "yadda bimbahm" but emi, a soprano, can sing the hebrew part. if you ask nicely, we'll sing it for you.
12.08.02
menlo park mall was packed today. my mission: complete all gift purchasing. mission failed most miserably. it's so hard shopping for people sometimes. i can always find things i want, and then somehow, i begin to feel that so and so would *also* enjoy this orange paisley shirt with a bow on the side. so i buy it. and i keep it. because i want it. it's an easy choice if you ask me.
i'm not sure if i've ever mentioned that ALIAS is the best show in the universe. sidney bristow kicks ass all the time. agent vaughn is hot and hot all the time. never a dull moment on this show.
at the drugstore today, i asked the pharmacist for melatonin (which might help me sleep better) and he looked down at me from behind the raised counter and said, "wait please, *i* will have to take you to the melatonin section." i pulled my eyebrows together and wondered why it was that he could not simply *direct* me in the general direction. so i waited. and waited. and waited for the pharmacist to come round the counter, take my hand, and walk me down an aisle with neat rows after rows of bottled pills. there he would extend his index finger and say "here we are. melatonin." but he never came round. so i just bought some calcium for my mom and went home.
the commute is pretty bad. sometimes i think, "i'm used to this." but that's only if i get a seat on the train. standing on the train really stinks because having to stand means the train is carrying over it's maximum capacity of people. so then you're just about cheek to cheek with strangers who smell good and smell bad and smell really bad. but even when it's this crowded there are still people who insist on giving their luggage a seat. i find this extremely irritating. last week i had to stand from ny to newark next to a two seater containing a middle aged man and his carry on. "that is NOT allowed" i thought to myself. just then, he asked me if i'd like to sit. ah, people *are* good. why yes please, i would like a seat. then, instead of putting his bag on the overhead luggage rack, he just kind of scooted over maybe five inches and motioned me to sit down. i wanted to laugh and hit him at the same time. i stared at him for a bit then shouted, "ARE YOU ASKING ME TO SIT ON YOUR LAP!?" immediately all eyes were on him. a seat hogger *and* a pervert! he was covered in shame.
but you know i didn't really say that. you know i just said, "that's okay, i'll stand". i even smiled a little to be polite. so it goes.
12.15.02the dating story
hello all. after what has been a year and a half, yours truly put a little powder on her nose and went on a date friday night with a real, live, breathing man person. there was food, there was banter, and some physical attraction. so we both agreed we should "do this again sometime" but what does that really mean? *does* he really want to do that again sometime? do *i* really want to do that again sometime? the food part is always good. yes, i'll eat the food again sometime.
12.21.02a christmas party
on an unusually warm december evening, employees of S, "the raahgest corpohrashun in korea",filed into an exceptionally gaudy reception hall in north jersey that had the look and feel of an old world brothel. it was the annual corporate christmas party, a much anticipated event for some, and unavoidable as the bubonic plague for others (i.e. j and lin).
until last night, the only korean community i was familiar with was church. now my perception of korean grown-ups has changed forever. although j and i thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, i will say this. never again do i want to see drunk married middle aged coworkers touching and grinding each other on the dance floor. never again do i want to see a pair of boobs 60% exposed over an extremely low neckline, with 20 pairs of middle-aged-married-korean-men's eyes following them. never again shall i be a part of the middle-aged-married-korean-men conga line where the innocent "hands on the shoulders of the person in front of you" can easily turn into a "sliding of hands down to sides of upper back dangerously close to breast area of the person in front of you". and finally, never again will i dance with a married man. even if he's cute.
either these people are super stressed or super randy. are all company christmas parties like this? am i being naive? am i a stuffy prude?
12.22.02fellowship of bois
jen, patz, and i went to watch lord of the rings last night. v.v. good! i want to watch it again. anyway, we had our share of hijinks during the film, making comments on the "un-elfish elf", played by a chubby guy with a long blonde wig. then there was all this gay tension between sam and frodo. jen is convinced that lor is full of homo-eroticism. i don't know if it's *full* of it. just the two hobbits and orlando bloom (legolas). but then again, that's half of the fellowship.
12.24.02a veddy meddy christmas to you
other companies have been sending small gifts to our office. today before we took off, jane handed me a long wrapped box saying that if someone didn't take it, it would just sit there for months. she said it was wine so i took it. later i unwrapped the box and found myself with a bottle of jonny walker black label. if whiskey were a hundred times yummier, i might think about drinking it. but even then it would still taste terrible. maybe i can re-gift it. muhaha.
i spent my eve flipping between nigella christmas bites and it's a wonderful life. the other day i actually ordered nigella's book from bn. you know, for when i throw dinner parties for all you fabulous people. all 5 of you.
i shall call to wish you a merry christmas to-morrow. until then, eat some figgy pudding, sit by the phone, and wait.
12.25.02
snow on christmas day is nice and all, but not so nice when it makes your car skid right into a curb, bounce off, then skid onto the other side of the road. that happened today. it was most unpleasant. the car is all messed up too.
a couple of months ago, i bit down on a chicklet gum and cracked my molar. i am not sure how such things happen, but it did. eventually i had to shell out $400 to get it crowned. however today, while jovially chewing on a chocolate covered molasses confection, the $400 nugget of fake tooth fell out, embedded in a wad of chewed goo. great. just great. i have to go back to the dentist now. won't mention the molasses bit if they ask me how it happened. how about i say i was... flossing?
to go or not to go on a second date? the first date was lukewarm. but he's cute. but he's not *that* cute. he's a nice guy i guess... he's not *that* funny tho. and he likes when harry met sally more than i do. what does that mean? he also has a strange living situation involving the sharing of a bedroom with his sister. not sure what that means either. what to do. he called today and we talked for a while but then my battery died and i didn't call him back. i should have. my boobs hurt. i think i'm getting my period.
12.28.02
i cleaned my room today. also tried to clean out my closet, but i think i'll have to set aside another day for that. anyway, i discovered that i have sixteen pairs of blue jeans. yowzers.
there was a very silly lin-gets-on-the-wrong-train episode last night. i ran to track four to catch what i thought was the n.e.corridor and was pleasantly surprised that it was uncrowded. "ooh, i have a *seat* tonight!" i thought, and plopped down on a prime spot right near the door- makes for a quick exit in newark, and a speedy transfer to the westfield train so as to secure a seat there as well. but after the doors closed and we were on our merry way, the conductor announced, "6:45 to gladstone, this is the gladstone train, all tickets out." there was a moment of denial as i wondered if he had just said newark or gladstone, as "newark" can *sometimes* sound just like "gladstone". i looked around at my fellow passengers. there were too many empty seats. there were only white people. no one had the disgruntled look of the commuter who is always smooshed into a newark bound train after a long day at work. slowly i realized that my body would not be transported to newark.
so then i got all paranoid- what if the first stop is sea side heights or some silly place like that? but lucky for me, it was going west jersey and making a stop in summit. i got off there and took a 10min walk to overlook to see my dad. muhaha. i am so retarded.
12.29.02
'state of emergency now as if fat has been stored in capsule form over christmas and is being slowly released under skin.'
work tomorrow. this is what i am thinking: 'should i have a cheese steak for lunch tomorrow? and if so, shall i split it with jane so that we can also get soup on the side? i am apparently eating through the hard times.
