February 2012
8 posts
travel.
i started traveling again today. a few things I’ve forgotten…
1) how to pack efficiently
2) the snooze function on my alarm
3) how long it takes me to get ready in the morning (30 mins including breakfast)
a little bitch.
i have this terrible feeling inside. it’s been eating at my since last week, and i can’t make it go away.
i’ve been losing a lot of sleep thinking about my actions in the last week, and can’t help but feel that i’ve not only broken so many goals/standards i set for myself in 2012, but went further backwards and became less of a person.
it is true - in the face of...
December 2011
3 posts
12.21.11 pros & cons.
mom is trying to teach me about the pros and cons about relocating to boston:
Boston project
cons: more civilized city, more ivy league people
pros: too cold, things are expensive(high state tax), you can’t see your sweet parents for a long long time.
12.9.11 a little prayer.
I have difficulty using the word “prayer” or saying “I’ll be praying for you and your family”. Instead, I use words like “Wishing” or “Hoping for” the best. I don’t know why it’s so hard, but I do say a little prayer.
I sit here humbled today.
My heart goes out to O’s family, and also to the families and friends of those...
12.7.11. life is good.
It’s funny.
While on the road, I bitch and moan about being “too” go-go-go. Now, on the “beach” (aka. not on a project so am pretty dormant in Dallas), I wake up thinking “what am I going to do today that will kill 8 hours”?
Life is good.
I’ve been doing a lot of things that make me happy. The following are a few of the things I’ve been...
November 2011
1 post
sup, bitches.
Yep.
I no longer really blog, but decided to write since the following has occurred:
1) I’m less busy
2) I feel like it
3) I like finger vomiting onto my keyboard
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I like all my recent activities. They entertain me.
1) I’m reading...
August 2011
2 posts
Rita-isms
home.sweet.home.
…
my fucking ass.
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Mom: what size are you again? 8?
Me: -_-” jerk.
Mom: what? i’m serious. I’m ordering you a dress.
Me: *FML*
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Me: mom! whats for...
this is a story of a girl.
who smiled and said “what a beautiful life”.
that was the title of my last blog in xanga. kind of funny how ignorantly blissful i used to be.
It’s a saturday, and I am hosting a pool party at 5:00 pm. that gives me all the time in the world to do whatever i want. including watching shark week (LOVE LOVE LOVE watching sharks), reading my old Xanga, catching up on finances...
July 2011
1 post
genius.
top moments for today:
1) said my car stalled, when in actuality my car battery died
2) it died twice because I failed to listen to simple instructions. WHAT PART OF LEAVE YOUR CAR RUNNING FOR 15 MINUTES DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND, IDIOT?!?!
3) Continued to tell neighbors my car stalled. haha the same guy who helped me with my flat tire saw me with my car.
nice neighbor: Hey there! I see you have...
June 2011
1 post
puke.
literally.
I just threw up 10 times since 8:00 am this morning. It is now 2:27.
F. Bomb.
I keep forgetting i’m not young anymore. I just turned 26 and my throw up tastes like sour pickle juice. graphic, i know.
i wish i could blame it on food poisoning, but no. it’s due to the excessive amount of alcohol i drank last night.
on a brighter note, work has been less busy, therefore I...
May 2011
1 post
awkward turtle strikes again.
As if you all couldn’t tell from my previous entries, I am obviously the queen of making situations awkward on top of my verbal diarrhea rampage.
It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged about how genius I am, but am, once again, on a roll. You’d think I’d start learning by now.
Situation 1: Caribbean’s in Mexico? I’m SO GOOD at Geography!
I go out to lunch with my supervisor’s supervisor (we’ll call...
April 2011
3 posts
on a more serious note.
it’s all fun and games to poke fun of all my stupid incidents and all the retarded things that go on in my life, but when it comes down to more important things…that in itself naturally calls for a more serious note.
As of lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the kind of messages I want to send to people and how I am able to convey those messages. Mainly because...
you're gay. oh. not literally?
this entry is long overdue. I’ve been contemplating whether to blog about it or not. mainly cause i’m a dumb fuck and don’t really know any better…and I hope the person I blog about doesn’t read my blog. but if he does, know that I mean it with complete adoration for you :)
I can’t remember the exact conversations since it was a couple of weeks ago, and i was...
blood.
Not only am I blowing my nose off and look like a lifeless vampire, I am also dreaming/thinking retarded things.
I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. Maybe it’s because I skipped my period again (sorry if i’m grossing you out :P), and I subconsciously thought, “hmm…am I pregnant?” and BAM. Dreamt about it. However, I have been completely inactive, so there...
March 2011
5 posts
*bleep*!
my first entry with an exclamation instead of a period. You know that means.
BITCHFEST.
Actually, not really. But the point of this entry is simple:
I hate PDA in all shapes and forms. Whether that be in person, e-mail, FACEBOOK *ahem you facebook grotesque individuals*, texts, and all other forms of non-verbal/verbal communication.
Examples (not to call anyone out or anything…) from FB...
the MF.
Here I am sitting on my bed, watching the food channel and drooling, chatting with a person that I truly dislike, and laughing. Laughing mainly cause I am a terrible person making fun of someone I think is unworthy of my time.
Am I judging?
yea. I think so.
[the story]
I used to work with this guy for my summer internship at the Mattress Firm (MF), who truly is a mother fucker (MF). He’s...
penis cap.
i love my conversations with Livi.
S: did you know a swimming cap doesnt protect your hair from water? O: don’t really know much about swimming caps O: but that’s cool O: i guess it’s just supposed to get your hair out of your face? S: haha its supposed to help you swim faster O: cool O: you using one? S: haha yes S: i look so stupid S: i look like a p*nis O: HAHAHAHA O: love it...
little things.
even though I deem myself as an emotional roller coaster/psychotic PMSer, the smallest things make me happy and smile.
#1- Ada for giving me BEAUTIFUL orchids. I LOOOVVVEEEE it. It makes me happy. I also talk to it in the morning
Me: Good morning beautiful! Orchid: *looking beautiful* Me: stay nice and healthy for me! I’ll feed you 3 ice cubes when I get back! *BIG ASS SMILE*
#2-...
damn you, pantyhose.
whoever invented pantyhose is a moron. And damn you hollywood for making it seem like a woman stripping this layer of useless clothing off is seductive and a “turn on”.
First, it isn’t seductive. You should see the lovely line it leaves at my waist area whenever I take it off. You should also see how it looks when I sit down. It folds my stomach in half making it look like I...
February 2011
4 posts
the name game.
I am so notorious for getting people’s name wrong that I made a game out of it. I have to…or else, how the hell am I going to memorize 40 peoples’ name (the number of people on my project)?
I realized the need to make a drastic change when the following conversation occurred between me and the CCO:
Me: Hi, I’m Stephanie CCO: Hi, my name is Ken Me: I apologize if I forget...
life changing.
Usually when I’m about to write a decently long blog, I would warn my readers. However, if there was any entry of mine you should read, it would be this one.
I’m not a fan of emotional/lecturing-type of writing, especially on a blog)…but I think this is worth it.
[the story]
We’re leaving JBlacks at 2:00 a.m. I am intoxicated with two other friends. I didn’t drive,...
the shaft.
I am a verbal GENIUS. It’s like, God struck a chord when he gave me the gift of “speech”.
We’re doing a team exercise called “Night at the ER”. I am exactly on my 2nd glass of wine (also my cut off). Basically, we’re given a game that illustrates the difficulties in an ED (emergency department). The objective of the game is to have a good patient to staff...
superbowl...what?
I am obviously NOT the most in-tuned person with the superbowl. I know absolutely NOTHING about it. Literally.
Incident 1:
The day after my arrival from Taiwan I am At Tapioca house with some friends. Everyone kept talking about how Dallas traffic is going to be crazy…and how the superbowl was blah blah blah.
Me: I didn’t know the superbowl was THAT big of a deal. Patrick: Umm, yea...
January 2011
4 posts
porn star.
Probably one of my more entertaining/horrifying/embarrassing stories in taiwan is where i was mistaken for a porn star.
I was sick, groggy, and pissy. I was walking around Sogo waiting for my cousin, just shopping around that area. I was looking at jewelry when some strange young man comes up to me in a tiny voice.
(translated into English)
Guy: hi, can i have your autograph? Me: *what did he...
physical.attraction.rawr.
haha. haha indeed. Just a thought i had today.
I used to pride myself on the fact that I don’t go for guys that are all “good looking”, and that I typically go for the more intellectual/smart type of guys.
Old Stephanie:
The guy I want to date has to be smart, career oriented and family oriented, and respectful. He doesn’t have to be a gentleman, cause I can open my own...
P.I.T.A.
my mom is a pain.in.the.ass.
Part of my trip in Taiwan consisted of me being sick with the stomach flu and annoying cough, visiting doctors, and having to deal with my mom’s ridiculousness.
The doctor’s (yes, more than one doctor) have said that I am not getting enough sleep due to my “late nights”. Therefore, my mom has been putting me to bed promptly at 10:00 p.m. While...
pew pew pew.
taiwan smells.
everywhere I go, I smell some rotten egg stench that makes me hurl. i don’t think I can ever get used to the pollution, clutter, and stench.
however, the food is fantastic! I am enjoying all my meals…including the ones where I’m simply snacking on some dried fish stick thingy majig. Absolutely delish :)
every morning I wake up feeling swollen, but my mom says I...
December 2010
4 posts
frisbee.
Today has to be one of my favorite days.
I recently discovered I really really REALLY love frisbee. I’m not the least bit athletic, nor can I really throw or catch, but I had so much fun playing with some of my favorite Dallas people.
I distinctively remember waiting at the end as Josh threw the frisbee-so clean and perfect! If only I could throw that well…Eddie, Josh, and Jessie...
mother, may i?
no, you may not.
It’s all fun and games when I write silly little posts about mommy dearest, but when it comes to some of the things that dictate my life, then I kinda have a problem with it.
I’m all about the family time (in one day increments, breaks throughout the day to do my own thing), but to send me an e-mail with her own rules and regulations on our upcoming trip to...
i hate chatting with you.
my mom and i are sitting across from each other, chatting.
I don’t know if I can tolerate Rita for a whole month in taiwan. I can barely tolerate her in one day increments.
i'm ridiculous.
My Monday evening:
6:55 p.m.- leave my apartment to go to the airport 7:03 p.m.- thinking “hmm…did i pack everything? Charger? check. Bobby pins?…ANTI CHECK” 7:04 p.m.- Freak out. HOW CAN I INTERVIEW IF MY HAIR IS ALL OVER THE PLACE? I CAN’T TIE IT UP CAUSE I’ll LOOK LIKE A FLYING ATTENDANT. I CAN’T PART IT BECAUSE MY BANGS ARE TOO LONG. I CAN’T...
November 2010
8 posts
Bored.
I hate being bored. Being bored is the ultimate waste of time. It’s almost even worse than being stuck on a long car ride with an annoying kid. At least the kid is giving me some sense of emotion or thought.
Kid: are we there yet? Me: no Kid: are we there yet? Me: no Kid: are we there yet? Me: no
Stream of thought: I will imagine you are a cute little puppy that is barking.
There are so...
my best friend.
I slept at 10:00 last night and woke up at 7.
I just took a two hour nap.
my best friend must be coming soon. That bitch.
On a better note, I got 3rd round interviews. Hello, Florida. Here i come. Rawr.
have a great thanksgiving everyone :)
cold feet.
all the sudden, I don’t think I got it.
one of six.
Yes. I like to wear panty hose in 29 degree weather with a dress that is a wee bit too damn tight, a suit jacket with shoulder pads, and open toe black shoes…just so you can see my hot pink nail polish peek through the nude hose.
Classy, aren’t I?
I walked into a room of men. 5 to be exact. Another fact, all were at least 6 ft tall. For once, I didn’t feel like an Asian...
home sweet home?
I wrote a whole bunch about my two properties, but Tumblr deleted my post…so I decided to skip the verbal bullshit and just keep it simple.
condo 1 on king st.
townhome 2 near lulu’s place
P.S. The pictures might not be the exact unit I looked at…but something close.
Ugh.
Perfect.
Thank You for everything.
hiccup.
So this whole “think before you speak” deal isn’t working out for me. My doob, aka. roommate, no longer works with me. I miss her at work.
I am walking to get some tea. I look over and see a new person in doob’s old office. I get sad faced and decide to go introduce myself.
Me: Hi! I’m stephanie. I work in advisor services!
New Person: Hi I’m *forgot her...
I'm freaking old.
Here I am on a Tuesday night listening to Chopin’s “Nocturnes”, reading “Case in Point”, practicing analytical math problems, and the time is exactly 8:42 p.m. I’m about to call it a night at 9:30 p.m.
Quarter of a century life crisis, please hit me so I don’t feel so damn antique.
In the midst of all this “diligence”, I am looking into...
October 2010
6 posts
Hey Stephanie →
Hammer wrote a “Hey Stephanie” song. I love it!!
Thanks buddy :)
My Little.
A few incidents in the last couple of days have struck a few chords.
It’s funny how I like to sit here and complain about the silly things in my life that are so minute and insignificant. Yes, I like to act like a saint preaching to poor salesmen at Tiffany’s about Blood Diamonds when I am completely guilty of living a carefree, selfish life.
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I eat Tiffany's for breakfast.
I love diamond rings. I love them so much that I detest them. More like I detest the way the diamond mongrels control the supply and demand of these “rare” gems at the sake of several lives.
(Thanks to D, I will never view diamonds the same way. Given, I never really cared about diamonds in the first place, but after doing some research, I don’t think i can look at diamonds the...
The Housewife Theory.
Argument: Friend states that it is rare for a guy to meet a girl who is truly driven and it has been programmed into a female’s head to act/say certain things to give us credibility. He noted that all women say “I want to be independent of my significant other and build my own career” or “I am driven and want to build a successful career and not depend on my S.O. to bring...
Alcohol leads to bad decisions? NO WAY!
Umm. yes way. where can I find a hole so I can crawl into it and die.
You know those nights where you get a little tooooo carried away and have one too many shots? yea, i “remember” those night. More like I wake up in a frantic fear of “where am i?!?!”, and then hear horror stories throughout the day about my belligerence.
The problem with having a thought is that the...