December 2008
17 posts
Christmas wrap up '08...
I received a video game, a remote control helicopter, and checkered suspenders for christmas. I am 26 years young.
I ate a Cambodian stew with catfish, squash, carrots and a bunch of other ingredients. Little baked chickens on Tuesday with a salad. Wednesday brought egg rolls and noodles which I ate as a vermicelli style dish. Christmas came with Cambodian style pho, and the next day was curry...
Watcharound 8pm every night she gets real anxious and follows my dad around everywhere. she’ll get their shoes and make sad faces. she’ll whine and whine, until finally she gets to go on her walk.
Always look back...
Number one rule in ‘09. Always look back. When you see a pretty young thing walking by you on the streets. Whether you make eye contact or not, always look back. Because if she did in fact notice you, she may be looking back as well. And if you both are caught looking back… well then that’s what you call magic. And magic is what we all need in ‘09.
And worse case...
When does one become a man (or woman)
We had a small “family pho night” last night, and I was directed to blog about when does a person become an adult. I can’t pinpoint an exact time myself. I have a bunch of random moments that may signify that right of passage.
The first time I realized it took a whole lot of effort to bend down to pick something up off the ground, resulting in the kind of noise only old,...
Daydreaming on the bus...
There was a She & Him show that passed in November that I really wanted to go to. Woulda, coulda, shoulda… I would be standing there a little off to the side of the stage. A drink in hand. Possibly a glass of wine, because it would be an occasion for me. She would sing her songs, and I would stand there, still as stone. Stung by her voice. Immobilized.
Eventually our eyes meet. ...
I like to write, but I’m not a writer
I like to smile, but I’m not a smiler
I like to draw, but I’m not an artist
I like sing, but I’m not a singer
I like to dance, but I’m not a dancer
I like to talk, but I’m not a speaker
I like to laugh, but I’m not a laugher
So what am I…
I’m a liker… Not to be mistaken with a lover
People always ask me what my type is so...
She has bangs
She often wears her yellow jacket with her plaid dress and red shoes
She ever so subtly dances on the bus while listening to her ipod
She always waves bye to the bus driver
What's new...
I don’t like it when people say “what’s his/her face”
People who curse when they are passionate aren’t really passionate, they’re just pretending
My wifi can’t make it through the thick walls of my apartment, but the sound of my roommate laughing from the other side of the house seems to penetrate my walls as if they were tissue paper
I really like...
update your romcom list...
If you don’t already know, I am an expert on romantic comedies. I wouldn’t even call them a guilty pleasure, because I am completely guilt-free at the end of every romcom that comes out of my dvd player. I don’t know one single person who dislikes them, I do know a bunch of people who ‘claim’ not to like them, but they also claim not to sing along with kelly...