every morning i’d wake up, and there’d be a fresh spiderweb on my car antennae. after a day of driving, the spiderweb would be gone.

for a week, this occurred and i didn’t think much of it. that was until the day jonathan freaked out when he looked into my dodger ball. there, under the tiny styrofoam lid of my worn down jack-in-the-box antenna ball lived a relatively large spider.

he lay there, completely still through out the day and held on to dear life whenever i drove the freeway. people would always ask why just didn’t get rid of it. but other than the dead flies that gathered on my windshield in the morning, what had the spider done to me?

he stayed with me for two weeks until one day, he decided to climb down my antenna and into my trunk. i helped him from my trunk to the floor and i watched him walk away.

his life is probably easier now. he doesn’t have to deal with the stress of having to make a fresh web every night… but the stories he could tell his friends….

what’s wrong in these pictures?


yup, you guessed it.

i’m not wearing my necklace. i don’t know how exactly it started or when it did, but i’ve grown very accustomed to wearing a necklace. ever since i got this necklace from sarah last christmas, there’s hardly been a moment when i wasn’t wearing it. (i even wear it when i shower)

last sunday, a little bit after coming out of the water, the necklace suddenly decided to snap. i tried to pick up the loose pieces scattered on the floor but it was pretty futile.

i could just string up the necklace again. but from experience, once a necklace breaks, it just keeps breaking.

i’ve gone the last couple days without a necklace and it makes me feel so naked.

no worries i guess though. i think jennifer’s going to get me a new one.

susan came over this morning… really early in the morning…. too early in the morning. this is what we did.


i have to admit, it was actually a lot of fun. susan’s goal is to post thirty of these in the next three weeks i think. i don’t think that’s very realistic. i don’t think i even know thirty songs.

i’m down to make some more though.

no, i’m not missing. my favorite shirt is. it’s been more than a couple weeks since i’ve seen it/worn it. i’ve known it’s been missing. i just figured it’d show up. but it hasn’t.

where could you be?

i was reading dodgerthoughts on monday and someone offered free dodger tickets. they were top deck, but who am i to reject free tickets. beggars can’t be chooser. (the 15 dollar parking made it not seem free). i even called the guy on the phone. i’m terrible with striking up conversations with random strangers…


so last minute, kind of out of the blue (or possibly “in the blue”), jennifer and i headed off to watch the dodger game. the first two innings could’ve quite possibly been the hardest two innings i have ever seen… which is pretty sad because both teams actually scored in the innings. i had to fight from nodding off. luckily the game picked up toward the end and gladly, the dodgers won.

high five everyone

in between moments of excitement, i figured out the weird strikeout meter. the last game i went with arthur, andy, richie. we couldn’t figure out why some k’s on the strike out meter were backwards. (kind of like how the R is backwards in toys ‘r’ us). andy or arthur concluded it must be so that KKK doesn’t show up on the meter. that explanation didn’t make sense to me…

well, fellas, i figured it out.

analyzing each strike out, i realized:

a normal K means the pitcher got the strikeout by swinging strike.

a backwards K means the strikeout was a called strike.

very smart, dodgers stadium designer, very smart.

and on another note, i commend thee, dodgers stadium designer. this time for the parking lot. the first game i went to this year, the time it took from getting in my car to when i left the parking lot took less than a minute. this time, parking at a different parking lot, the outcome was the same. some how, you made the parking system work. i remember waiting in the parking lot for an hour once (granted it was a playoff game then). great job.

on an unrelated note, i realized the html i wrote doesn’t work entirely for this website when using explorer 6 but i don’t think i’m going to change it. use mozilla or at least download explorer 7.0.

this library is closing

this august marks six years since i became vegetarian. this september would be eight years since i ate red meat. as i was walking today, i realized meat utterly repulses me now. i picture headless chickens and bloody cows. when i think about eggs for more than i should, the thought of even eating them makes me feel sick.

i’m sure i’d still enjoy the smell of kalbi or fried chicken or a juicy steak, but the thought of actually eating it makes me want to hurl.

a little bit ago, i made the one provision of eating meat. if i kill it myself, i’ll eat it. (catch a fish or run over a cow) but i still haven’t put the rule into effect yet. Dodgers stadium has an all-you-can-eat ticket on certain days. I’d think about breaking my vegetarianism for that but, i’m sure my stomach wouldn’t be up for that.

so it’s been six years. six years of a lot of boca patties and veggie dogs. me being the only vegetarian in the group isn’t so hard though. there’s always something on the menu i could eat. i’ve been meaning to make a compilation of the veggie foods you can get at various places. someday i’ll actually write it.

but not right now, i’m tired. not sure what the point of this post was.

i like mix cd’s. make me one. yah, you. you. make me one. do we even talk? that’s fine. i still want one. did you make me one before? i still want one. so you.. yes you. make me a CD. with songs you like. not ones that you’d think i’d like. but your favorite songs cd. don’t repeat the same artist twice. then it gets boring.

i’ll be expecting it. yah, i know who visits my site. so, i’ll be expecting it

i should probably be writing my paper right now. keyword today is procrastination. the same word as yesterday and the day before. my procrastination has caused me to live hours of operation that have been more than off the last few days. i find myself needing major sleep in the middle of the day. not just naps, but complete body exhausted sleep.

i love sunsets. maybe as a californian i’ve been trained to love watching the sunset because of it’s blaze of brilliant orange/red/purple colors.

sunrise, however, is a different story. while writing this paper, i glanced over at my window and saw sunrise peeking through the blinds and my soul shivered to the core. after spending the last few hours in just my boxers, i suddenly have the urge to cover up. my heart is starting to feel a sense of impending doom.

i closed my blinds yet morning glory is still sneaking in. maybe i should shower to wash this feeling away.

i don’t like it. don’t like it at all

i guess the true irony of this post is that i don’t remember what i was going to write about. for the last couple days, i’ve been telling myself to write a blog about stml but now, when i finally sit down to type, i don’t recall what it’s supposed to be about. all i remember is the title.

(S) hort
(T) erm
(M) memory
(L) oss

i’ve been realizing that my memory has been becoming progressively worse. i’m not sure when this started. it’s possible that i’ve just always had a bad memory.

for as long as i can remember i’ve always struggled with names. it’s probably the main reason i hate large social gatherings. it’s worse when even the names of people who were once close to me escape me. i dread the chance encounter at random locations. the typical “hey tim!” is followed by the proverbial “hey… you.”

i then have to assess how close this person was.

oh they’re talking to me. they’re being pretty friendly. we must’ve been close. what was something we did together? who is someone we mutually know?

have you talked to (insert name) recently?
“not really”
*awkward silence*

ok.. i’m gonna go over there
*awkward exit*

i’ve always had a hard time with numbers. i’m not sure if it’s the memory or me just not trusting myself. it’s embarrassing when i walk into the wrong classrooms or forget where i parked my car. it becomes troublesome when i forget if i turned off my computer or the oven or the iron or if i locked the door.

i rely heavily on mnemonics i’ve used them for so long, it’s become pretty natural to me. i visualize scenes in my head to remember important information. i remember directions to laureen’s old house as being a story with a surfer. to find sam’s house i picture him walking up muscatel.

remembering birthdays is trickier. some are tied with screennames. aaron’s is the 22nd (aznnamja22). joe’s is may 30th (joeking 530). and so forth. then i connect them. monica is a day after joe’s. jessica’s is 2 weeks before aaron’s. then there’s the birthdays that remind me of other things. jullie is oct 27 (102.7). esther and ted are oct 4th (10-4). hannah, who i haven’t talked to in years is Mar 4th (march forth). then i connect again. grace’s birthday is before ted’s. and then there’s jennifer’s and my niece’s. gloria’s is two weeks before jullie’s.

sadly, i can’t remember the exact birthdays of jennifer cha, susan, arthur, joey and joanne, simply because i have no mnemonic to associate their birthdays to.

i’m sorry

having a grandfather who had Alzheimer’s, the problem becomes more than worrisome for me. studies show that “. . . people with at least one first-degree relative (parent or sibling) with Alzheimer’s disease are 3.5 times as likely to develop the disease” (Genetic Health). naturally, it becomes one of the many things i contemplate at night.

watching a tv show a couple days ago somewhat eased my mind. for the life of me, i can’t remember which show it was but the doctor gave the example that Alzheimer’s “. . . isn’t forgetting where you put your keys, it’s forgetting what your keys do.” i still remember what all my keys do. although i only have two keys so it might not be a good gauge.

i got to get out of here, the guy next to me smells like a cheap cologne i used to wear when i was younger. it’s making me sick

current weight: 164.8

i’m writing this post from the computer cafe. these computers are virtual crap. they’re still running windows 98. the desks are tiny and low to the ground. the seats are really low as well. the monitor is 15 inches i think. the walls are covered with blue wallpaper with little clouds.

the room makes me feel like i’m ten feet tall using a tiny computer.

i think i have writers block. i’ve been up all morning/afternoon writing a paper for english. for the first time, i drank an energy drink for the sole purpose of getting myself energized. bacchus. i don’t know why, but my fridge is full of them. it worked though; i felt alert.

lately, i’ve been realizing i suffer through caffeine withdrawals. if i don’t drink any caffeine, by the end of the day i feel sluggish. should i continue drinking stronger caffeinated drinks or stop cold turkey…

pepsi is just too good

the last couples days i’ve eaten:

4 wild oat granola bars
2 cans of pepsi
1 can of bacchus
8 tylenol
a footlong subway sandwich
a bag of sapporo ichiban
a bowl of chapagetti
3 rolls of hawaiian bread.

i’m sure there’s more i just don’t remember.

i’ve been working out faithfully the past few days. worked out thursday night, friday morning, took saturday off, football tournament sunday, and worked out twice on monday. i spent a total of 3.5 hours in the gym on monday.

worked out with jennifer shin monday night. there’s 2 types of work out buddies. those who complain and those who motivate. i think of all the girls i’ve worked out with, jennifer is the only one who fits in the latter group. working out with her, i realized i do mostly upper body work when i’m at the gym. When she works out, she does mostly lower body work. We force each other to do exercises we’re not used to.

which is a good thing…

she also somehow convinced me not to eat anything after the workout too.. how’d she do that?

unfortunately, what i expected has happened. the mass amounts of working out has caused me to gain, not lose weight. i feel good about myself though.

last weigh in = 168.6