blonde.
a sexy major: physics. and music composition. together!
how i want to die and the soundtrack for that: eaten by a shark, with the song "eye of the tiger" by the band . . . Survivor
what is underrated: pears, trees, clean water, good science fiction, GEORGE HARRISON, puns
I forgot to mention that control room the egyptian doc on al jazeera is really a good dose of veritas. The truth is out there, just not on american television.
last day at work:
"your hair is multiple colors."
"does that upset you?"
"it excites me."
some where over the rainbow blackbird singing in the dead of night: last tuesday I met up with kat to see her boyfriend perry play at the catalina jazz club on sunset. there was doogie houser trio (i think his real name was kirby. they played willy wonka and Exit Music. perry and his dueling guitarist did the beatle's and wizard of oz. after the show the bassist told me he heard somebody shouting "RADIOHEAD" during their set, and i sheepishly admitted to it.
Last wednesday june 30th I was walking up veteran to campus when a car pulls up and a man says "excuse me, Hi, i just wanted to tell you that I think you are beautiful." me: hahhaha! I mean thanks. "do you have a boyfriend?" no. "can i give you my number?" no. I think he might have thought I was black because I was wearing a bulls jersey and I hadnt brushed my hair after showering so it might have looked nappy. He insisted that i take a business card from him. It was actually not scary at all because he was so funny.
anthony, maria n serena rock. thanks for hanging out with me the night before my flight and quelling my fears.
this is probably anti cliactic and a little too late, but since I have no summer (literally) and semester two has not started yet, I will post. for the record, junior ytear at LA awas good, the first two years were horribly failed attempts to ballance and cel in school work research and fun (use your imagination) but this year i think i did well in the aforementioned categories.. No doubt it is satisfying not to be disapppointed in myself for once, but at the same time i fell "is this it?" that all i need to do to be happy, is to cover the bare minimum? some kind friends say that I am too hard on myself, but really i have lost all ambition to do anything more. at this rate, i will be nothing that I worked the first 18 years of my life for. maybe this is why i have to go far away. from peopel and quirks that i love, so that starting from nothing will make me realize that ive taken everything for granted, and also make me realize my potential.
but, no worries, I will try my best to post comix when i can. for the next 4 months I have posted my tazzie misadventures on a live journal. due to popular request and narcissistic whim, readers can now leave a comment.
my brother and sister are the best. thanks for sticking up for me. I will miss you terribly.
06.29.04 THE STARS OF TRACK AND FIELD
thursday: last supper with aiko and tiff. and aiko's mullet friend. at Cafe 50s (NOT 50's cafe). Aiko said that it was Asian of me to semi-protest "no... we don't have to go to buck fitty's..." But in my defense (and the Asian conglomerate's) I wasn't really insisting on eating at any specific place, and either was anybody else, so I would not be ready to agree with a decision that other people themselves are iffy about.
Friday morning: ran with Natalie who had just came back from Bordeaux, Hadas who had already ran 6 miles that morning, and C diddy. I had not ran with Natalie in almost four years. And I had not ran with Hadas ever (she would always be at least 10 minutes ahead, that speedy brat). Hadas got a new tattoo since I last saw her. It was a pretty tattoo with pretty colors on a pretty part of the body-- of all three I would not get. I'm all about the line drawings on the forearm. My mother was right, I try my hardest not to look pretty. That evening I took the ferry with Sam, Kavitha, Reg, and Courtney to Balboa island where Kavitha and I conspired to rip down all the obnoxious omnipresent USC flags flaunted by the shameless homeowners.
Saturday morning I paid my possibly last visit to our family friend Beulah, age 100, who had a stroke earlier last week. Even with her last breaths she manages to rip away the IV tubes and monitors and demand to be sent home to spend her possibly final days in her house. And Allah willing, I will come back to celebrate her 101st birthday in November.
Saturday night Kim, Pauline, Debbie and I convened at the chic Tapioca express on Walnut and Jeffrey, where we talked shit about people we didn't care about. As trivial and possibly petty as it sounds, I love how I could come back to the 'vine and not see people for months, skip the formalities of small talk-catch up and go straight to irrelevance. For example, Wes, who went camping with us our last year in XC. I always thought he was a good kid. Not a fast runner, but he always tried his best and was never a slacker. He's in jail now. For arson. As much as we liked Wes for his work ethic, we couldnt help laughing at suburban high school white boys who were so bored that they had to go to jail. Or one of our high school classmates transfers to UCLA, who tried to rehash her glory by reminding us that she was "best couple." She was nice to me in soccer, but she gets Major Loser Points for saying that. The funniest rumor was about Sandy Chung* though, "have you guys heard anything about her? Because for a while I though she was dead." That morning I was in near tears trying to talk to Beulah, but upon hearing about Sandy I started laughing. Apparently when you do speed and crystal meth, you end up looking like me without the fat.
Sunday Courtney and Reina were stuck on the 5 northbound for 1:20 hours because we got a flat tire. More like courtney's front tire was SHREDDED. I figure it is best that Courtney doesnt hang out with me for a while, since she always gets into trouble when I am around.
06.24.04 "Purpose of visiting: Business or Pleasure? Marriage."
CLICC had a summer meeting yesterday. It will probably be the last time i see many of my fellow cliccsters. I think it's better to bid your farewells after finals week, because you arent so rushed to get the hell out of school. I've made a conscious effort to say bye to people. During other end-of the quarters, or even moving out of the dorms, I would just pack up my shit and leave, and I didn't understand why my floormates/flatmates would get miffed. Walking back home I passed by the Spiderman premier. I decided not to stick around, lest I piss off more actors.
Had tea with Lab Matt, who had just come back from Tahiti, and we went to CJ's on Sawtelle. In Tahiti, Matt swam to Marlon Brando's atoll (yes, Mr Brando owns an island -- but he's not allowed on it because he has fathered too many illegitimate children there). He brought his laptop and I got to see some badass pictures of coral reefs, sea turtles, nudibranchs, and sharks. He met the man who decoded the human genome, and they hung out on his yacht and went wakeboarding with his crew. No wonder all kids want to be either astronauts or marine biologists when they grow up. Matt's girlfriend Denise is going to hawaii without him, because he wasn't invited by her family. Do you get along with her family? "Yes, everyone except for her mom." Does she not like the idea of her daughter having a boyfriend? Or... is it ... "because I'm WHITE." (This is where I sigh.) "She's warming up to me, though. She doesn't leave the room anymore." A trio of UCLA pole vaulters also stopped by the cafe. Damn. Obnoxious pole vaulters can be hot. Tall obnoxious pole vaulters. With sideburns. And green eyes. And a shirt that says "Korea."
Later that night I went with fellow CLICCsters Lynn, eLLa, ajita, and Moh to see The Terminal. I'd rather see Dodgeball, (mmmm... mr. vaughn...) but I'd rather hang out with my CLICCsters. Good times. I've never hung out with Lynn, ajita or moh, but we had fun running across seven lanes of Wilshire like those silhouettes you see on the signs going to San Diego. Speaking of Diego, Mr. Luna was a cutie in the movie.
Wow. I just found out that the only guy worth liking is getting married next month. It makes me sort of glad that I never got to know him well enough, because surely my heart would be broken right now. And I posted my most recent comic right before. the myopic character is me: "That local girl is cute..." The irony is killing me.
06.21.04 "I do too have a father! I just don't know where he is."
I was the biggest asshole to Kristin Kruek, and now Starsky hates me. It's okay, Stars, you don't ever have to see me again.
Work was actually fun today. Cleaning out the lost and found was pretty sweet. The UCPD only accepted clothing, so we had to toss everything else, like, notebooks, nalgene bottles, pencil cases, CDs, textbooks... I think you may know what I am getting at. Some Lost n Found items were not so sweet. Like a paper bag of unidentified powder. Or a change of clothes, including somebody's tighty whiteys. I think post-finals- pre-summer- school students are so cute and chills. They even follow the "no cell phones" rule. A student even smiled at me as I was on my way to regulate. And one student even emailed a reply when I told him we found his stuff in the Lost n Found.
Sunday was my sister's graduation. I think I would like to participate in the Asian Pacific Islander ceremony (as well as the Bio one and the Letters and Science one) because it was so informal, and everyone got to have a little spiel. One of the commencement speakers was a Hapa professor in the performing arts at UCSB, who wasn't just trying to be cool, "with it" or funny, he actually was. And I liked the fact that he mentioned Sproul Hall (although it would have been cooler if he had lived in Dykstra). And Juli even alotted time in her10 seconds of mic time to mention me! AWWWWWWWWWEE. wruv! Marc was also in the API ceremony, and I might miss him too, because now on whose crotch will I spill dirty fishtank water? Karisma and I had fun giving each other looks when a student thanked her god in her speech. Afterwards we went to LB to eat some yummy chinese and japanese seafood buffet.
Saturday was Tiffstar's (from clicc) graduation. Oh, art and music and theater and WAC majors, with your decorated motarboards and taped gowns and cloth sandwichboards. Makes things fun though. Ate dinner with her family at Islands on Pico. Everything was great and delicious and fun, except for that giant bolt we found in the french fries. Afterwards CLICCsters hung out at her friends' apartment, they fed me a pop tart, and vodka and tonic and I don't recall much else:
Bluetonic: i should've taken a picture of you at ben's..all passed out in that little chair
Bluetonic: and i told him "i have to go now...one of the youngin's is passed out in a chair.."
Bluetonic: i was..ella was when she thought of picking you up and carrying you
Bluetonic: yea but i think she was stoned so might have dropped you
I guess I shouldn't make it a habit of falling asleep on people's couches. Friday night Juli and I hung out at Omar and Anth's, trying to find a bar so we could make Anthony get a girl's number, but we couldn't find a bar. Madison's was no more, and Maloney's on campus had way too many yucky people. So we returned, and Omar cooked us a snack, and we watched a Korean movie called "My Sassy Girl" and were supposed to take shots everytime the psycho girl asked "do you wanna die?" but we sort of fell asleep on the couch after the second time she said that. I was out cold (without the aid of alcohol) and only woke up once when i felt Juli's head was digging at my ribcage. Saturday morning was productive though. We got strong coffee, good tea, sweet doughnuts and graceful orange juice. And Juli and I bleached each other's hair. Barbie and Ken ain't got nothing on me, and Juli looked more badass than Angelina Jolie.
Friday morning Starsky and I went on a 5 mile run to Santa Monica. I am saddened to know that all this time I had only lived 5 miles, 40 running minutes away from the beach, and that it never occured to me to just run there. Nothing is natural in LA, and what is natural will be polluted and corrupted. Despite the less than pristine water, I waded in, and it was fun. It's not nine miles, but it was still an adventure. Who will be my running buddy next year?
Procrastination really does have consequences. I turned in my paper late on Wednesday, and was so burnt out, that after my flatmates and I ventured out to Longs Drugs and Baskin Robbins, I fell asleep and missed the Undie Run on Gayley. One of the few reasons why I have love for the student body. The Man cancels Black Sunday? We will just have to see a Bad Religion concert. No Midnite Yell? We will just have to run around in nothing but our skivvies. And you KNOW that only UCLA has the weather, the camaraderie, the community, and the hott bodies to pull off an organized informal celebration/protest. Much love, Bruins. Much love.
06.14.04 what better way of celebrating finals week than bleeding like a dying animal?
(this is where all the boys go "ew! like, TMI!")
so i emailed a bitchy rant to the list-serve (everyone at work) and i think i got two of my CLICCsters in trouble. To be fair, they started it, making me help someone with a simple task of excel while i was in the middle of fixing a printer jam, because they were too busy following the laker game and choosing livejournal icons. come. on. but I really didn't want to burn bridges. *sigh*
this weekend, in a desperate act of procrastination from studying or writing my 20 pager, i:
1. got my hair bleached: living with a blonde roommate has made me want to go blonde too? it's sort of pee-colored right now because the lady didnt put in toner. I am hoping later i can make it light enough for my baby blue, my ever-elusive color. If not, i will just go purple or pink. or both.
2. attended a pot-luck at zai's parent's house: Reg. and i just missed the malibu sunset, but the food was good. Zai made scallops and two other animal dishes. One of his friends made really tasty mussels with some salsa-like toppings. I never had mussels prepared that way before. We were watching one of those cliche'd disaster movies. I recommend watching it with captions/subtitles: it makes the movie funnier.
3. Ran 9.0 miles to amoeba records in hollywood: that is almost the distance between the 405 and the 101, if you can see on the map. how the hell did i get myself into this you ask? Starsky dared me, and I double dared him and called his bluff. The last time I ran with Stars was more than two years ago. He had wussed out on me on mile two, "claiming" that his knee hurt. He had some different interpretation of me running off with a fireman. I just don't know where he gets these things. Stars's roomie Nate joined us too. I am actually impressed by Nate, considering the fact that he smokes like a chimney, and was able to finish the 9.0 miles. Running through bel Air was a pain in the ass (and knees and shins) because there was no sidewalk or bike lane and the grass was too sloped to run on so we had to wing it in the gutters of Sunset Blvd. Near the end of Beverly Hills, a cop on the motorcycle was holding those speed radars in his hand and said "slow down! youre going too fast!" I asked him if he could really clock how fast I was going and he was like "oh sure!" Later when Starsky and Nate passed him he was all, "she's beating you!" The last time I ran more than 4 miles was when I was seventeen. At amoeba I bought an XL radiohead shirt with the lyrics to "No Surprises", out of which i am hoping to make a dress (yes, it's that huge) so if you have any idea on how to make a dress, let me know!
got a phone message from brother on saturday. apparently he was at some modest mouse show... trying to rub it in my face that i had finals to study for, eh?
i dont want to get too into this, because school is still going on, and i dont want to feel like i am being prematurely nostalgic, but this may be the last quarter I will ever be in the rut (for better or worse) of the UCLA campus.
06.08.04 "The Fascist Gun in the West."
two prophetic conversations this weekend is more than enough to freak me out:
convo # 1 friday lunch with Jacob. Subject: cadavers in Jacob's anatomy class.
Content: forensic pathologists discovering dead bodies. what happens to your body even after you are embalmed. choosing cadavers from the hospital. how a hip replacement works. sawing skulls on a friday night with the ventilation off, in order to extract the brain without spreading skulldust into the other classrooms through the A/C vent. finding pills in the intestines of a woman.
Saturday: I walk back from work and two cops are conducting traffic at the intersections of Wilshire and Westwood, and Wilshire/Gayley, even though the lights are working. the cars are backed from wishire to sunset. to Veteran. for 20 to 30 minutes i was waiting at the corner for the crosswalk. then a row of motorcycles drive by with their lights flashing and then a black car and then Reagan's hearse.
convo #2 sunday at the Pedro the Lion show with C Diddy. Subject: fainting.
Content: courtney went on a fieldtrip to a museum where they had to stand for a long time to watch a demonstration of some tool making. She hears a thump, turns around, and sees a classmate who has fainted from locking her knees.
30 minutes later: courtney blacked out in the middle of the show. The security guard was nice enough to let her sit outside and gave her water. some members from the opening band walk by, probably assuming she licked too many stamps. (we will later run into them again on our way from In n Out at westwood). Lesson: DO NOT SKIP MEALS! Pedro the lion gets points for 1) covering the Cat Power song (how selfish of you to believe in the meaning of all the bad dreaming) and 2) voting for Nader.
i should talk about puppy dogs and lottery tickets from now on.
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[ELOQUENT CYNIC]
A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe
"The fact has not created in
me A sense of obligation."
~Stephen Crane
