Yesterday, I was silently listening to one of my nephews playing the piano. He was playing Old McDonald. Without a word, he stopped playing and looked at me. I walked to the piano and repeated his rendition of Old McDonald, being careful to copy his tempo and timbre. Then I broke into the first two lines of Mozart Piano Sonata no. 16. I stopped and quickly left out the door. He began playing Old McDonald again.

As I closed the front door, I heard his dad yelling and repeating.. did you just play that?

As I was walking to Coffee Bean at Irvine Spectrum, a girl from greenpeace stood like Nitro in a narrow walkway.

It bothers me when strangers approach me.

Even getting greeted at clothes stores bother me. I knew this girl from greenpeace was going to come up to me even though I was making it very obvious that I was trying to avoid her. She charged at me with a determined smile on her face and said,

“You like whales, right?”

I replied, “No, Sorry.” And walked away.

Afterwards, I thought, “Great, now someone thinks I don’t like whales.”


I’ve been to Irvine Spectrum enough times this week that I’m sure my butt print is in the middle of the bench in coffee bean. Driving down isn’t so bad, except that I have to pass the giant A at Angel Stadium. It bothers me. There’s just something eerie about seeing unusually large man-made things from so far away, and Anaheim has plenty of them.. like, Matterhorn at Disneyland, the Water Tower that is seen off the 5, and this thing I’m pretty sure I saw next to Angel Stadium.


On an unrelated note, I saw the google car that takes pictures of the road for the street view in google maps. Maybe I’ll be in google maps now. Google’s image of my house must be pretty old because my grandfather’s car is still parked outside my house. It has to be at least 4 years old.


When I left Coffee Bean in Irvine Spectrum, I took a longer route to the parking lot because I wanted to avoid certain people. Unfortunately, a second group of greenpea(s) were blocking my return path. I was spotted by one at about 100 feet, and he began to approach me and reached me even though, I was walking very obviously in a way to try to avoid him. He greeted me with a friendly hi and said,

“hey, you’ve got a few moments of time to spare, right?”

I replied, “No, sorry. I don’t like whales.”

He looked at me flabbergasted.

Whales suck.

I was gearing up to get some Subway but was crushed to realize it’s now March.

Already in our 3rd month, can we technically say that 2011 just started? Time flies so quickly.

Though, 3 years and 1 month ago seems like forever ago. I hardly remember life before then.

I woke up to the alarm on my squeezebox this morning and didn’t press snooze. I was 5 minutes early to class and I even showered in the morning.

Yesterday, at Irvine Spectrum, in a matter of a few hours, I consumed over 2000 calories. About 400 for the ice blended I got at coffee bean, over 1000 for the brocolli sun-dried tomato fusilli from cpk, and some of Jessica’s bbq chicken pizza. Oh, I forgot to even count the pre-meal bread which I’m sure is a couple hundred by itself. I think I realized why we stopped going to cpk. I know I’m eating too many calories. I don’t want to know exactly how much.

The check engine light came on in my car on Friday night. It hurts my heart whenever I see it.

When I saw Sam perform this weekend, I felt so proud. I can imagine this will be like how I’ll feel when I see my child perform, whenever/if ever that will be. You were the best act in the show.

I always feel compelled to start each post with, “It’s been a while since I posted here” but then, all my posts would start with, “it’s been a while since I posted here” but I can’t seem to get my flow on to write anything… So..

It’s been a while since I posted here.

For 2011, I’m going to…

  • not hit the snooze:
    I don’t know who created the snooze button. It’s such a dumb invention. My rational awake night self says that I must be awake by a certain time, but my irrational morning self tells me it’s OK to sleep for another few minutes. Lately, I’ve accounted for pushing on the snooze button and I’ve set my alarm earlier so I can push the snooze a few times. Problem is, when I’m sleepy, I lose track of how many times I push the button. I’m not going to do that anymore. From now on, I wake up when I set alarm.
  • see 170 something again:
    I’m right there at the cusp of it. I’m around 184 to 186. I’ve concluded it’s probably impossible for me to drop to what my “normal” weight should be. In the last half-year I’ve dropped my bmi from obesity to only overweight. Yay for being an American. I need to drop 25 pounds to reach normal. I haven’t been “normal” for 10 years. I think the bmi calculator is misleading though. If you see a 5’7″ male that’s only 127 pounds, I don’t think you can call them normal. (Though I was that weight at one point)
  • not shave my head:
    This is a tough one. In 2010, I realized how much cheaper it is to not have to pay for a haircut. I’d buzz my hair to 3 all around. My dad hated it. Jessica always said “I like when your hair is longer.” And overall, I think I look kind of stupid too. I’m going to get a hit on my wallet, but I’m going to get my hair cut professionally. I wonder if the women at baek’s still remember. I doubt they wouldn’t.
  • bench two plates:
    I don’t mean just max out at 225, but do reps at 225. I don’t push myself enough when I’m the gym. That’s probably why I’m still doing the same weights I did years ago. I want to be able to hit homeruns in softball which means I have to work out my legs. It’s something I’ve always avoided but I won’t anymore.
  • create a better sleeping environment:
    I’m going to sleep with the lights off, computer off. I’ve made it a habit of sleeping when I’m completely exhausted. Jessica says I’m narcoleptic. I just don’t like to sleep until I have to. I’ve woken up too many times in the middle of the night with my computer on, the lights on, the radio maybe on or something streaming on hulu. It makes me groggy for the rest of the day.

I think it’s good to write posts like this. It sets markers in my life and allows me to see how much I progressed.

I’m not sure where I’m going with it, but I like the black lines on white. I know Jessica isn’t a big fan of the colors or lack thereof, but I seem to be always coming back to this type of design. I feel like there’s less distraction this way.

I’ve consolidated everything that was written on with this blog and I’m going to get rid of that url.


T bought me a hibiscus in February of 2008 when we first became something more than friends. After more than 2 years of just chilling in my front yard, the thing FINALLY FLOWERED! What does this mean? Regardless, the thing is gosh darn near perfect and I see another little bulb nearby. Exciting times ahead. But really, plant, why did it take you so long?

It kind of looks like some sort of hybrid, doesn’t it?

“God Bless the USA” has been stuck in my head, ALL DAY!

I came across this picture today and realized that I never posted it anywhere. Definitely post-worthy.
T’s first Spicy Chicken Sandwich after breaking his long streak of vegetarianism. Funny story: after his first bite into his first sandwich, T carefully put it down, walked up to the counter and ordered a second sandwich. Yes, it was that good.

Since this picture was taken, the Spicy Chicken Sandwich has become a staple in T’s diet. How many of these do you eat a week?

minus – went to Costco, had a blast shopping around, then came out to see a ginormous scratch on the side of my car. Someone had rammed their shopping cart into my car and left no note. The nerve! I cried a few tears for my scraped up baby.
minus – went to CVS to buy some Drano to cure my clogged drain. Decided to be eco-friendly and declined a plastic bag. The supposedly sealed Drano had a few ideas of its own and spilled all over my car and my gold planner (it’s not so gold anymore….). After a full fledged panic attack, I realized that there are certain things that I just can’t control and that…

plus + God is teaching me a lesson. I need to stop obsessing over material things otherwise, I’m going to see my life going down the Drano…

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