Crash and Burn

This past week, I’ve been functioning on pure caffeine. And have literally been going through an up and down energy cycle. Which ended in me zonking out on train on my way home on Friday

August 24, 2003 at 9:26 am · Mishaps & MisAdventures· Permalink ·

The Big Scare

This past Saturday, I went to a Japanese restaurant with my friend NC. And I had given her a big scare. I was having some soft shell crab. And within 5 minutes, I had a severe allergic reaction. I broke out in slight hives, but the thing that probably really scared me the most was the fact, I had difficulty breathing. At first, I started heading to pharmacy, but it didn’t look like I was going to make it. So I ended up calling my friend NC, and headed back to the restaurant. Eventually, I got my some meds. But they made me very sleepy.

August 24, 2003 at 9:25 am · Mishaps & MisAdventures· Permalink ·

Old Friend

While I was shopping around the Lower East Side today, I bumped into an old friend. A few weeks ago, while I was out with my friend I ended up petting a pitbull. Of course, you don’t realize how dangerous that can be when you’re inebriated. I remembered it was a white pitbull with a brown spot. When I saw it today, I said I remember you. You were trying to go under my skirt the last time we met. And the owner of the dog said “Ah that sounds just like his MO.” In the end, the dog ended up sniffing around the floor. What for, we will never know.

August 24, 2003 at 9:24 am · Mishaps & MisAdventures· Permalink ·

Me vs. The Fly

I’m sitting in front of my computer. When this humongous mosquito decides to waltz into my room. I have no idea where it went. But I know when I see that little bugger, it’s going to be saying hello to my fly swat. All I can do, is look around my room for it. It’s going down. Smackdown, baby!

August 19, 2003 at 9:27 am · Mishaps & MisAdventures· Permalink ·

In My Seat

I was on my way home, when this guy had sat next to me on the train. He had the nerve to move his ass into my half of the seat. Like I wasn’t going to notice. Seriously, just because I’m tiny, doesn’t mean I don’t my space. Well anyway, I gave him the stare. The WTF stare. You better get out of my seat if you don’t want me to break out some whoop ass. Ha ha. Anyway, he quickly move back into his seat when he realized the wrath of the wabbit. Of course during this whole exchange, the MTA woman sitting across from me just looked at me and chuckles. That’s right! You don’t mess with the little dogs.

August 17, 2003 at 9:28 am · Straphanger Chronicles· Permalink ·

Blackout ‘03

I know the title is so unoriginal. So bite me! I mean that figuratively. I thought I might point that out before you get any ideas. Well it all started out when my co-worker Scott and I was in dire need of caffeine. And we headed over to Barnes and Noble cafe to get our Frap. Dude! We had to take advantage of that buy one, get one free frap while we can. So we got our frap, and were about to putz out of Barnes and Noble when the lights went out. Then we headed out of the store and realized that all the lights were out on the street. We walked to our building and figure there was no way to get upstairs. So we tried calling our boss to tell him that we were downstairs but of course, our cell phones were dead. But finally, we got upstairs. Turns out the interns thought we were stuck in the elevator. In the end, my boss convinced all to go over to his house to chill for a few hours. I was getting a bit worried about my mom. She’s in her mid 70s. We have a cordless phone at home, but she would have no idea how to put the spare corded phone into the jack. On top of fact, she didn’t know that my radio in my room had a back up battery. My mom was home alone with nothing, and I was getting really worried.

We all got some grub and headed off around 7:30 pm. Diana and I had to leave, because we started experiencing some allergic reactions to the cat. So we set off toward the Manhattan bridge hoping that we would be able catch a bus when we got to Brooklyn. While we were walking down Broadway, we were hoping that we would be able to catch a bus down to the Brooklyn Bridge, but the buses were not stopping. And traffic was just murderous. It was pitch dark in Chinatown, and I actually tripped over something. It was not a pretty sight. There were swarms of people walking over the bridge with only the full moon as their guiding light. Finally when we got over the bridge, we headed over to Fulton Mall to wait for the bus. But again, the buses were still not stopping. Some woman had walked by and said that the buses were stopping around Atlantic Avenue. We headed over to Atlantic, but the buses were still not stopping. Eventually we walked over to my cousin’s apartment hoping that his roommate might be home. Luckily for us his friend Mark was there unplugging all his appliances. During this pit stop, Diana and I got some water drink and she called her parents. Who eventually picked us up from Grand Army Plaza. By now we had already walked 5 1/2 miles.

As I got closer to home, I thought I was in the wrong neighborhood. There way too many trees. Then again, I never tried walking home in the dark without any street lights. When I got home, I was literally feeling my way up to apartment. My building was pitch dark. But I finally made it home by 11:30 pm. I had a sense of relief that my mom was okay.

The next day, I ended up sleeping most of the day. And my shins are killing me. In the morning, I headed outside my house to see what was going on. And I left my clock radio with my mom in the living room. I tuned it to the Chinese radio station, so she would be able to listen to the news. Let’s just say when I got home, the radio was in the kitchen and it didn’t look like she was going to give it back to me anytime soon. Yup! She did it again. About 3 years ago, she came into my room to see if you could borrow my boom box. Let’s just say, she never returned it. Argh!

Eventually , the electricity came back on at around 7 pm. And the first thing I did was turn on my computer. Ha ha.

August 15, 2003 at 9:56 am · Mishaps & MisAdventures, Essentially NY· Permalink ·

Summer Reading List

As summer comes to a close, I realized I haven’t done much summer reading this year. Currently, I’m reading two books, one is for work while the other is for fun. The second book is a trashy romance novel by Jacqueline Susann. She’s the Candace Bushnell of the 60s. Unlike Bushnell her book was turned into movie as oppose to a TV serie. Ms. Susann is probably best known for her book Valley of the Dolls. It was a pretty provocative book back in those days. Hmm.. How would I really know, I wasn’t even born in the 60s.

August 13, 2003 at 9:59 am · Daily Musing· Permalink ·

Ring..ring

Today, I had to make a bunch telemarketing calls for work. And let me just say, I have a new admiration for telemarketers. How do they do it? By 3 o’clock I already had a pounding headache and my throat was just killing me. To imagine, telemarketers make these calls day in and day out. Man, it must be really rough.

August 13, 2003 at 9:59 am · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

The Bag

I’ve been in search for the perfect gym bag. So I was so excited, when my friend Christine had dropped off the Herve Chapelier shoulder bag she got me from Paris. I was able to fit all my gym stuff and more. That evening, while I was walking to the train station, I had spotted at least 3 people with the same bag, different color of course It was so weird, because I never really noticed it before. It was one of those tote bags that was really popular a few years ago. I’m just happy because it can fit all my crap in there. Too-da-loo

August 13, 2003 at 9:57 am · Shopping· Permalink ·

Turn Back Time

The other week, I went down to Chinatown to find a beach mat at Pearl River. It turns out they had relocated to Soho. When I stepped into the store, my first response was what happened to the Pearl River of the yester years. Pearl River market has always been one of New York City’s best kept secrets. It resembles the Chinese bazaar shops in San Francisco. The store is usuallly full of hidden treasures. But now it’s been yuppified. Aside from the fact they now cater to trendy New Yorkers with their new decor. It’s not the same. There is something seriously wrong when there are more caucasians in Pearl River than Asians. It’s just wrong. *scrunch nose* With higher rent, I bet you they marked up the prices. Dude! I want the old Pearl River back. It’s not the same.

August 3, 2003 at 10:07 am · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·