i just got a big box of goodies from lori + a lovely handwritten letter from laura, and now my desk looks like it swallowed a fun house and puked. i am so lucky to have such friends. care bear stare!
included in my sweet sweet package:
lori's wedding disc (YES! btw, why is jj holding a stick?)
some floppy pink tentacled "flying disc"
a wig!
a jar of PEANUT BUTTER! (EXTRA CRUNCHY!!!!)
ketchup from IN N OUT! (i told my coworker that in n out has better ketchup than hk, which sent her into a couple minutes of sputtering, "but but see? it's still from heinz, it's still from heinz!"...i did a good job of holding my ground on in n out supremacy).
pom poms--this sent my coworker into a spiral of jealousy. she's always wanted to be a cheerleader (upon which we learned that we both liked sweet valley high as kids, and we both preferred elizabeth to jessica). presents are always better when someone else wants them too.
squeezy toys (my favorite of which is the gas barrel...it reminds me of the tmnt's).
and did i mention, a lovely letter from laura with pink flamingo stickers.
now lori, i will finally send you that postcard i wrote while hungover. thank you thank you. you always knew how to make me feel like a kid (with a fairy godmother--the good kind, not the shrek kind).
3.22.2007
3.14.2007
happy holidays
today is PI DAY. eat some pie, yall. happy PI dAY.
today is also WHITE DAY. in japan and korea, it's the day on which boys give girls chocolates to reciprocate the girls' valentines day's chocolates. if you are a boy, you should give me chocolate, even if i didn't give you chocolate on valentines day (a likely scenario).
tomorrow is the IDES OF MARCH. the day on which caesar died. there is no food associated with this day, but i'm told the romans were famous bulemics.
ST PATRICKS DAY falls on this weekend. i think we all know what we need to do and the extent to which we should do it when that time comes.
so, 2 holidays associated with eating and 2 holidays associated with spewing. this is a special week indeed.
yesterday was our first league game, during which i learned something very important: i no longer know the lyrics to ice ice baby (GASP!). a little piece of my high school self has died. let us bow our heads in mourning (yo vanilla, word to your mother).
today is also WHITE DAY. in japan and korea, it's the day on which boys give girls chocolates to reciprocate the girls' valentines day's chocolates. if you are a boy, you should give me chocolate, even if i didn't give you chocolate on valentines day (a likely scenario).
tomorrow is the IDES OF MARCH. the day on which caesar died. there is no food associated with this day, but i'm told the romans were famous bulemics.
ST PATRICKS DAY falls on this weekend. i think we all know what we need to do and the extent to which we should do it when that time comes.
so, 2 holidays associated with eating and 2 holidays associated with spewing. this is a special week indeed.
yesterday was our first league game, during which i learned something very important: i no longer know the lyrics to ice ice baby (GASP!). a little piece of my high school self has died. let us bow our heads in mourning (yo vanilla, word to your mother).
3.11.2007
not an addict
baby, that's a lie.
i've been (psuedo) addicted to ibuprofen and caffeine. lemme tell ya, they're nothing. i'm in the clutches of something much more powerful, much more insipid now. if you're my friend, pls, intervene.
i stayed up till 4 am last night playing wii with jon. we beat the stupid game at midnight and spent three more hours driving around in stupid circles. wii on a school night? not a good idea...today, i can barely focus my eyes. this stuff is in my veins.
i realize my blog is becoming about my wii...i can't help it. this is what my life is about right now. this is what addiction does to me...i will never again poo poo a mommy blog. i promise.
i've been (psuedo) addicted to ibuprofen and caffeine. lemme tell ya, they're nothing. i'm in the clutches of something much more powerful, much more insipid now. if you're my friend, pls, intervene.
i stayed up till 4 am last night playing wii with jon. we beat the stupid game at midnight and spent three more hours driving around in stupid circles. wii on a school night? not a good idea...today, i can barely focus my eyes. this stuff is in my veins.
i realize my blog is becoming about my wii...i can't help it. this is what my life is about right now. this is what addiction does to me...i will never again poo poo a mommy blog. i promise.
3.08.2007
how funky is your chicken?
i'm really excited about something, but i'm not sure what.
it may be due to the kung pao chicken i just ate. but in fact, i've been super excited for a while now (read: 4 hours). at first i thought it was due to the fun, cold wed night disc we played last night. then i thought it was the need 4 speed i played this morning (thus making me 15 min late leaving my apartment for the second day in a row. not my fault. i was involved in the longest police chase ever, and i had inflicted too much public damage to let them catch me--it would've cost a fortune--at one point, there were 20 cruisers after me), or perhaps the brisk (if anything in a country without a fall can be brisk) jog i took to work.
can you taste the frazzled i'm emanating? i can. if anyone's ADD right now, i am. look inside my head. you'll see a striped hot air balloon floating in an electrical storm with power enough to drive google (it may help if you've taken some shrooms lately...or some:
KUNG!PAO! CHICKEN!!!
)
it may be due to the kung pao chicken i just ate. but in fact, i've been super excited for a while now (read: 4 hours). at first i thought it was due to the fun, cold wed night disc we played last night. then i thought it was the need 4 speed i played this morning (thus making me 15 min late leaving my apartment for the second day in a row. not my fault. i was involved in the longest police chase ever, and i had inflicted too much public damage to let them catch me--it would've cost a fortune--at one point, there were 20 cruisers after me), or perhaps the brisk (if anything in a country without a fall can be brisk) jog i took to work.
can you taste the frazzled i'm emanating? i can. if anyone's ADD right now, i am. look inside my head. you'll see a striped hot air balloon floating in an electrical storm with power enough to drive google (it may help if you've taken some shrooms lately...or some:
KUNG!PAO! CHICKEN!!!
)
3.07.2007
priorities and judgments
i now have two controllers + two nunchucks + 4 games for my wii (dbz, need 4 speed, super monkeyballs, wii sports). in exchange, i have much less sleep.
my friend jon has a new flat with a new ps3. in exchange, i have much less sleep.
last friday, moms and i journeyed back to the motherland, good ole PRC. something about the mainland makes me happy. maybe its the public service announcements in mandarin then cantonese instead of cantonese then mandarin. maybe its the cheapness, the sketchiness, the look-out-or-you'll-lose-your-nose-ness...whatever it is, its home (or at least home in a way that hk is not).
despite the ceremony of 1997, hk is not china. how can i tell? there are no (one speed) bikes on its streets (ppl here only bike for sport). the cheapest meal still costs around 20hkd (as opposed to 8 rmb). taxis follow traffic regulations. i rest my case.
you know what's weird? i miss chinese food. like real chinese food...well, maybe northern chinese food. man oh man.
well, i thought maybe this post would go somewhere, but now i'm suddenly starving, so toodaloo, and i'm gonna go grab my subway from the fridge. yeah, told ya this isn't really china.
my friend jon has a new flat with a new ps3. in exchange, i have much less sleep.
last friday, moms and i journeyed back to the motherland, good ole PRC. something about the mainland makes me happy. maybe its the public service announcements in mandarin then cantonese instead of cantonese then mandarin. maybe its the cheapness, the sketchiness, the look-out-or-you'll-lose-your-nose-ness...whatever it is, its home (or at least home in a way that hk is not).
despite the ceremony of 1997, hk is not china. how can i tell? there are no (one speed) bikes on its streets (ppl here only bike for sport). the cheapest meal still costs around 20hkd (as opposed to 8 rmb). taxis follow traffic regulations. i rest my case.
you know what's weird? i miss chinese food. like real chinese food...well, maybe northern chinese food. man oh man.
well, i thought maybe this post would go somewhere, but now i'm suddenly starving, so toodaloo, and i'm gonna go grab my subway from the fridge. yeah, told ya this isn't really china.
2.26.2007
resurrection
remember when my uhlsport shorts died? meryl sent me hers as a replacement! she's such a sweetie, but she forgets that her waist is much smaller than mine, and i'm no elvio. i'm gonna make my teddy bear wear them instead. his name is Lovely. i love you, meryl.
if anyone needs really small uhlsport shorts, pls let me know, and i shall send them on. we'll be the sisterhood of the traveling uhlsport shorts.
if anyone needs really small uhlsport shorts, pls let me know, and i shall send them on. we'll be the sisterhood of the traveling uhlsport shorts.
2.22.2007
other things thai
- we stayed in a cute backpackers hotel with guest-graffiti'd walls and bamboo hall walks.
- the mosquitos stayed with us
- an army base hosted the fields, pausing us daily for the flag raising.
- an armed man on a pedestal kept constant watch over the wc.
- gun drills punctuated sideline cheers and jeers.
- we munched tropical fruit and porkribs (southern style, juicy).
- the thai masseuse imprinted her fingers into my thigh--the fading bruise resembles a bite mark.
- i drowned my good sense in tequila+vodka and smeared my dinner throughout the bushes of the land.
2.21.2007
ruminations from bangkok
i can't seem to get it up for tournaments, especially as a handler on a coed team (especially in a hat tourney). i've taken to caffeinating to stoke up, but is it worth it? the stakes aren't high enough...it doesn't feel like my play makes much of a difference (someone will fuck up eventually)...there's not enough running on d (its more of an attention span exercise than an athletic one against most girls). these are my excuses. why can't i stay motivated? ultimate is ultimate after all...shouldn't i rise to the challenge? be the big fish in a small pond (enough cliche's yet?)...what to do.
what should my priorities be whilst playing asian ultimate? to spread the sport? to enhance understanding of rules? (and how nitpicky should i be?) to improve myself? if i'm called as a handler, am i allowed to go deep? am i allowed to make the fast break? am i allowed to try 30% throws in the hopes of making them better? should i stay disciplined? how slippery is the slope to bad ultimate?
aside: there's also a tendency for handlers to make all the cuts. since there's very little d and the strongest ppl tend to play handler, its very easy to make continuous up the line cuts. i guess there are situations in which this could be useful, but i think it makes the mid cut really really hard to time (off of whom should you cut?). it's very frustrating for the mid to have to cut and clear and cut and clear because the handlers keep squirreling. also, communication isn't good enough amongst handlers to where the cuts are freebies...as in, misfires still happen..,and then you've just turned it on a 5 yard pass. this behavior forms a cycle: handlers squirrel, mids stop cutting (because what's the use?), handlers complain that mids aren't cutting and squirrel more. sometimes, stagnation is not a mid's fault, it's a handler's.
d is even trickier. if i shut my girl down, it usually doesn't make any difference. they wouldn't have thrown to her anyways. so bait? poach? will i know how to stop baiting, poaching when i need to? will i remember how to cut against real defense?
my attitude makes a difference to the team, but i'm not a happy player; i'm a ball-of-hate player. i'm not good at coddling newbies unless they're serious about the sport. i need to learn to challenge myself. it's all been said before. i need to acquire a long forehand.
three things to work on:
1. acquire long forehand (still!)
2. cutting deep (i've actually got height/read on most girls here)
3. timing the first cut better (i've slipped a lot on starting my cut early enough, but i blame some of it on not knowing my handlers very well). i also tend to carry my cut a little too far. clear faster.
so basically, i need to be a better handler, a better deep, and a better mid. easy.
what should my priorities be whilst playing asian ultimate? to spread the sport? to enhance understanding of rules? (and how nitpicky should i be?) to improve myself? if i'm called as a handler, am i allowed to go deep? am i allowed to make the fast break? am i allowed to try 30% throws in the hopes of making them better? should i stay disciplined? how slippery is the slope to bad ultimate?
aside: there's also a tendency for handlers to make all the cuts. since there's very little d and the strongest ppl tend to play handler, its very easy to make continuous up the line cuts. i guess there are situations in which this could be useful, but i think it makes the mid cut really really hard to time (off of whom should you cut?). it's very frustrating for the mid to have to cut and clear and cut and clear because the handlers keep squirreling. also, communication isn't good enough amongst handlers to where the cuts are freebies...as in, misfires still happen..,and then you've just turned it on a 5 yard pass. this behavior forms a cycle: handlers squirrel, mids stop cutting (because what's the use?), handlers complain that mids aren't cutting and squirrel more. sometimes, stagnation is not a mid's fault, it's a handler's.
d is even trickier. if i shut my girl down, it usually doesn't make any difference. they wouldn't have thrown to her anyways. so bait? poach? will i know how to stop baiting, poaching when i need to? will i remember how to cut against real defense?
my attitude makes a difference to the team, but i'm not a happy player; i'm a ball-of-hate player. i'm not good at coddling newbies unless they're serious about the sport. i need to learn to challenge myself. it's all been said before. i need to acquire a long forehand.
three things to work on:
1. acquire long forehand (still!)
2. cutting deep (i've actually got height/read on most girls here)
3. timing the first cut better (i've slipped a lot on starting my cut early enough, but i blame some of it on not knowing my handlers very well). i also tend to carry my cut a little too far. clear faster.
so basically, i need to be a better handler, a better deep, and a better mid. easy.
2.16.2007
in the name of love
instead of going to the charity event with the chocolate fountain, we went to the racetrack for vday. hey, jockeys are a good cause too. apparently that's all i've got to say about that.
mum's here, and with her came my new wii and my new crocs. as her first act of business, she broke one of my fridge magnets, and today she called me at work to tell me that maybe she's reprogrammed my tv so my cable doesn't work anymore. yay mumsy! but now she's at home cooking me din-din, and tonight we're getting matching haircuts.
mum's here, and with her came my new wii and my new crocs. as her first act of business, she broke one of my fridge magnets, and today she called me at work to tell me that maybe she's reprogrammed my tv so my cable doesn't work anymore. yay mumsy! but now she's at home cooking me din-din, and tonight we're getting matching haircuts.
2.15.2007
cow eyes
i just walked by a pair...sitting on a counter...watching me. the shock was what got me. one second i was alone, minding my own, and the next they were there...watching me. you could see bits of blood where the optic nerve connected, but otherwise they were pristine, white, a bit deflated. you could imagine putting them in your mouth, bursting them with your gums--fish roe sashimi. the word Pair has never so aptly applied to the word Eyes. truly, were they a pair, crossed, one short of an ellipse but following me nonetheless..watching. I've called them Hedgar and Mae. Be good, HM watches.
2.14.2007
more sloppiness
today is shaping up to be a crappy crappy day. i've made a million mistakes at work, just barely avoiding losing money. maybe they should put up hazardous signs around my desk. i haven't felt this worthless since 003. the only thing i've eaten today is an apple and a slice of greentea cheesecake from the mandarin (which elaine got for her birthday). well, that and a fruit rollup.
which brings us to the bright spot: alicia and jon got me two boxes of fruit rollups from olivers and delivered them to my lobby! i was smack in the middle of finding out about/standing up to/trying to clear up The Blunder when they arrived so i couldn't go down to meet them, but they left the fruit rollups with our receptionist. Brian, a team member, later delivers them to my desk, whereupon the WHOLE FLOOR erupts in OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH. they might as well have started to chant, "lily has a boyfriend". i swear, these ppl are worse than grade schoolers. my face turned bright red, and no amount of explanation would persuade them that my bag contained fruit rollups instead of love testaments. i was halfway to crawling under my desk.
which brings us to the bright spot: alicia and jon got me two boxes of fruit rollups from olivers and delivered them to my lobby! i was smack in the middle of finding out about/standing up to/trying to clear up The Blunder when they arrived so i couldn't go down to meet them, but they left the fruit rollups with our receptionist. Brian, a team member, later delivers them to my desk, whereupon the WHOLE FLOOR erupts in OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH. they might as well have started to chant, "lily has a boyfriend". i swear, these ppl are worse than grade schoolers. my face turned bright red, and no amount of explanation would persuade them that my bag contained fruit rollups instead of love testaments. i was halfway to crawling under my desk.
2.13.2007
V for vanity and vexation
i don't understand the love affair with rain shower heads. not only do they make me feel like a drowning turkey, they're inescapable. i literally had to stand to one corner of the stall and wrap my arms around the stream to reach for my elmo shampoo. i love my elmo shampoo. poo on the stupid wupid showerhead for standing between us. happy vday yall.
2.09.2007
guruprit
he bent a girl over herself until she sucked air between her teeth. then he giggled at her behind his beard. such is guruprit, the yoga teach.
2.07.2007
wildthang
i keep putting off this post until i feel more inspired, but i'm going to bangkok this weekend so then i'll hafta write about that instead...
alright, here goes. i went dirtbiking and now believe that i can ride a motorcycle. i changed gears, didn't stall (overly), and only fell off once. i'm proud of that fall because it shows that i was pushing myself. it helps that i didn't get hurt. i think i got all the way up to fourth gear (didn't ever hit fifth...what time is it?). my tires definitely left the road after some of the hills, but i wouldn't call them jumps...i did, however, manage to jump the atv (i know because the landing jarred my knees). i'm going back the first chance i get in pursuit of that elusive fifth gear. the site also has "war games", which is distinct from paintball in that you shoot bb's at each other but no paint is involved. i think i'll stick to biking for now...anywho, that's another obstacle eliminated on my way to spydom. for those of you keeping count (aka me), remaining items include tango, russian, knife throwing, gun shooting, acquisition of more wigs, the ability to keep my mouth shut, guts.
alicia was relegated to the beginner's track for most of our 2 hour run because she almost hit an attendant...poor girl was frazzled because the last time she was on a moped, she ran it into a brick wall roughly 20 m away. her passenger was not pleased. neither was the owner of the moped (the wall, i imagine, stoically endured her assault).
ALSO. i am no longer going to regionals. sorry for misleading those of you whom i misled. i am going to jazzfest (as should you).
ALSO ALSO. my mommy is coming in two weeks and she's bringing me a wiiiiiiiiiiiii. she is not bringing extra controllers or extra games (if you want to buy me an early birthday present, i udnerstand). in anycase, WIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
rgds,
lily.
alright, here goes. i went dirtbiking and now believe that i can ride a motorcycle. i changed gears, didn't stall (overly), and only fell off once. i'm proud of that fall because it shows that i was pushing myself. it helps that i didn't get hurt. i think i got all the way up to fourth gear (didn't ever hit fifth...what time is it?). my tires definitely left the road after some of the hills, but i wouldn't call them jumps...i did, however, manage to jump the atv (i know because the landing jarred my knees). i'm going back the first chance i get in pursuit of that elusive fifth gear. the site also has "war games", which is distinct from paintball in that you shoot bb's at each other but no paint is involved. i think i'll stick to biking for now...anywho, that's another obstacle eliminated on my way to spydom. for those of you keeping count (aka me), remaining items include tango, russian, knife throwing, gun shooting, acquisition of more wigs, the ability to keep my mouth shut, guts.
alicia was relegated to the beginner's track for most of our 2 hour run because she almost hit an attendant...poor girl was frazzled because the last time she was on a moped, she ran it into a brick wall roughly 20 m away. her passenger was not pleased. neither was the owner of the moped (the wall, i imagine, stoically endured her assault).
ALSO. i am no longer going to regionals. sorry for misleading those of you whom i misled. i am going to jazzfest (as should you).
ALSO ALSO. my mommy is coming in two weeks and she's bringing me a wiiiiiiiiiiiii. she is not bringing extra controllers or extra games (if you want to buy me an early birthday present, i udnerstand). in anycase, WIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
rgds,
lily.
1.26.2007
R.I.P.
for once i'm staring into an empty weekend when i actually want a full weekend. that, boys and girls, means i'm finally getting enough sleep.
i wrote that on friday, and now its monday, and i'm e-x-h-austed. i don't even know what happened, really. friday i had some hotpot and ended up in an arcade. some guy told me the corniest joke ever about stupid divorcee barbie (she costs more than other barbies b/c she comes with ken's car,house,dignity,etc--i added the part about the dignity myself, so if you think the joke's clever b/c of that, don't)...seriously, it was so corny that it wasn't even pathetic-funny. you know what's pathetic-funny? what kind of cheese isn't yours? NACHO CHEESE! anyways...
the rest of the weekend i spent in ikea. both days, all day (not really). i don't know why ikea can make me feel so happy sometimes. it's like someone saying to me, "hey look, here's your life, and you can make it better for only $9.99, and right now, your life may suck, like you may have a really ugly plaid sofa, but here are so many options, and its up to you...you wanna be adventurous? go for that green shelf nestled amongst the dark wood..." yeah, i'm a sad person.
so coming down off my ikea high...i'm really tired, but i NEED to be around people...did i mention i'm sad? right. HEY! AT LEAST I DON"T TELL LAME JOKES ABOUT BARBIES!
everyone else got their bonus announcement today, but i won't get mine till i've worked for a full year (next july)...in compensation, my bossman bought me dessert! i love my team...even if they make fun of me because cancers are supposedly prone to obesity.
oh, and the point of this post...we've come together to say our goodbyes (here it lies) no one knew its worth, the late great daughter of...mother earth. (you guys are gonna accuse me of being nonsensical again, aren't you?). my uhlsport shorts have a huge rip down the crotch...and i think i'm too lazy to sew them back up...maybe when my mommy comes i'll make her do it (hehehe)...but i've bought replacement adidas black shorts (they're basketball). imagine my JOY when i found out they're REVERSIBLE and the opposite side is white! (i'm in the middle of a crazy white shorts fetish...especially white shorts that aren't see thru).
i wrote that on friday, and now its monday, and i'm e-x-h-austed. i don't even know what happened, really. friday i had some hotpot and ended up in an arcade. some guy told me the corniest joke ever about stupid divorcee barbie (she costs more than other barbies b/c she comes with ken's car,house,dignity,etc--i added the part about the dignity myself, so if you think the joke's clever b/c of that, don't)...seriously, it was so corny that it wasn't even pathetic-funny. you know what's pathetic-funny? what kind of cheese isn't yours? NACHO CHEESE! anyways...
the rest of the weekend i spent in ikea. both days, all day (not really). i don't know why ikea can make me feel so happy sometimes. it's like someone saying to me, "hey look, here's your life, and you can make it better for only $9.99, and right now, your life may suck, like you may have a really ugly plaid sofa, but here are so many options, and its up to you...you wanna be adventurous? go for that green shelf nestled amongst the dark wood..." yeah, i'm a sad person.
so coming down off my ikea high...i'm really tired, but i NEED to be around people...did i mention i'm sad? right. HEY! AT LEAST I DON"T TELL LAME JOKES ABOUT BARBIES!
everyone else got their bonus announcement today, but i won't get mine till i've worked for a full year (next july)...in compensation, my bossman bought me dessert! i love my team...even if they make fun of me because cancers are supposedly prone to obesity.
oh, and the point of this post...we've come together to say our goodbyes (here it lies) no one knew its worth, the late great daughter of...mother earth. (you guys are gonna accuse me of being nonsensical again, aren't you?). my uhlsport shorts have a huge rip down the crotch...and i think i'm too lazy to sew them back up...maybe when my mommy comes i'll make her do it (hehehe)...but i've bought replacement adidas black shorts (they're basketball). imagine my JOY when i found out they're REVERSIBLE and the opposite side is white! (i'm in the middle of a crazy white shorts fetish...especially white shorts that aren't see thru).
1.17.2007
royal pains in the...fingers?
when i jog on a treadmill, i bang my hands against the bar as if i'm poundin' out a brotha ("that's right put it there" type thing, cuz i'm so street, holla). as a result, a thin layer of skin on both pinkies have held a caucus and decided to pursue more worthy occupations as flaps of dead cells. this is the classic case of slowly boiling a frog (aka me). if you're patient and persistent, you can peel yourself like a grape and not feel a thing...that is, until you try to take a shower (and no, i'm not in the habit of peeling my grapes...i make my servants do it). and now, not because i want to, but because some of us can't help but be royal (i hear its a bit of a blood disease), We carry out all deeds with pinky cocked. in keeping with Our newly acquired character, We've grown a longer nose, bought some pince-nezs* (holla), and slept with various distant cousins/horses. julie andrews is Our grandmother.
AND what's up with all the common folk taking their morning constitutionals? could they walk any slower? We will bring up the issue with Our albino.
*pince-nez is totally my new rapper name. pince sounds a lot like prince and nez has a cool Z in it (you know, like h-izz-ouse or izzle). word and bark, oh, i meant WOOF WOOF.
AND what's up with all the common folk taking their morning constitutionals? could they walk any slower? We will bring up the issue with Our albino.
*pince-nez is totally my new rapper name. pince sounds a lot like prince and nez has a cool Z in it (you know, like h-izz-ouse or izzle). word and bark, oh, i meant WOOF WOOF.
1.14.2007
ho hum
i bought two new nalgenes: a red one and a pink one with a snowflake. i waffled between the pink w/snowflake and an orange w/bat signal, but i think i made the right decision. they were only $46 hkd each.
i'm sad that the mystery hunt site is down. i was hoping i could waste time at work doing the puzzles. i did some more clash of the titans' cities last night just for fun. saturday night, i fell asleep with my laptop on my chest (but only because atong went to take a shower and didn't talk to me for a while).
yesterday witnessed the return of sunday disc. i am super not in ultimate shape, which is surprising considering it was only 2 weeks off, during which i played a tournament and did a 14k hike. i made some aweful decisions and threw at least two blades (not really on purpose...they were supposed to be outside-in forehands). i've decided that even if i'm slow and wheezy, i'll still try to play anatomically correct ultimate. that is, i still will sprint down on the pull, and i'll still run after discs until they hit the ground even tho i know i'll never catch them.
to spice this post up, here are some pictures from the saikung hike on boxing day:
i'm sad that the mystery hunt site is down. i was hoping i could waste time at work doing the puzzles. i did some more clash of the titans' cities last night just for fun. saturday night, i fell asleep with my laptop on my chest (but only because atong went to take a shower and didn't talk to me for a while).
yesterday witnessed the return of sunday disc. i am super not in ultimate shape, which is surprising considering it was only 2 weeks off, during which i played a tournament and did a 14k hike. i made some aweful decisions and threw at least two blades (not really on purpose...they were supposed to be outside-in forehands). i've decided that even if i'm slow and wheezy, i'll still try to play anatomically correct ultimate. that is, i still will sprint down on the pull, and i'll still run after discs until they hit the ground even tho i know i'll never catch them.
to spice this post up, here are some pictures from the saikung hike on boxing day:
1.08.2007
my eventful life
i went to a carnival friday and won a minnie mouse (medium sized)! i'm very proud because it was actually one of the skill games and not one of the dumb luck games--darts incidentally (eat it, elvo, whose ass i kick in darts whenever we two meet...in fact, i once shamed him into going home and practicing by himself. that's right, i rock). we only went for 4 hrs because alicia and i had to work, but it was totally worth it. tickets only cost like $20 USD, which included 40 tokens, which we later learned are worth $25 USD if you try to buy them from the booths inside the fair. the rides didn't have very long lines at all, so we got to go on most of them. it was weird not having much of a voice though because i couldn't scream so i compensated by yelling and cursing.
afterwards, we went to a 24 hr mcD and had shake-shake fries. i don't know if they have them in the states, but basically, you get your fries and a bag and a packet of powdered seasoning (seaweed/garlic mayo/jap curry/honey bbq) and then you dump everything into the bag and shake-shake. as the ad says, the more you shake, the better it tastes (they fail to mention that the bag also tends to get rather oily). anyways, minwah and i shared a bag of fries, which was totally not enough, so when the table behind us left, we reached back and ate the rest of their shake-shake fries too.
saturday, i was supposed to meet alicia and jon at the park to throw (minwah was at some wedding), but instead we talked a lot about ulty and accidentally ate at a brazilian bbq buffet. i really enjoyed this one meat that was super tender until i found out it was tongue (if you looked closely you could see the tastebuds--hk is helping me learn lots about myself, for instance, food boundaries are becoming much more clear...and yes, there ARE things even i won't eat).
and then i went to the library and then gui's for mahjong, but when the party shifted to nikki's (they were gonna make pizza), i went home to read my books and rest before the "half-marathon" the next day.
the "half-marathon" the next day: it was only 14 km, but i think that's sorta ok because it's more of a hike than a run anyways (it's up a mountain) and most ppl walk most of it. i finished in 2:47, but only because i lost TONS of time on the way down. the people with whom i paced up the mountain finished in like 2:15. i'm not sure i like these mountain marathons. you don't get to enjoy the hike at all. i have no idea what the view looked like because i was so busy looking at my footing the whole time. and my knees felt like crap for a day or so afterwards. i guess it was a pretty good workout...we'll see if i do the next one. i'll definitely be wearing knee braces if i do though. and then we played some beach ulty. yeah, i told you, my life is pretty sweet.
and this week is shaping up pretty well too. tomorrow i'm going bowling with alicia and jon at the causeway bay sports club (alicia is posh enough to be a member, so she can bring two guests). saturday, kate is hosting her mahjong and chili night. YEAH!
afterwards, we went to a 24 hr mcD and had shake-shake fries. i don't know if they have them in the states, but basically, you get your fries and a bag and a packet of powdered seasoning (seaweed/garlic mayo/jap curry/honey bbq) and then you dump everything into the bag and shake-shake. as the ad says, the more you shake, the better it tastes (they fail to mention that the bag also tends to get rather oily). anyways, minwah and i shared a bag of fries, which was totally not enough, so when the table behind us left, we reached back and ate the rest of their shake-shake fries too.
saturday, i was supposed to meet alicia and jon at the park to throw (minwah was at some wedding), but instead we talked a lot about ulty and accidentally ate at a brazilian bbq buffet. i really enjoyed this one meat that was super tender until i found out it was tongue (if you looked closely you could see the tastebuds--hk is helping me learn lots about myself, for instance, food boundaries are becoming much more clear...and yes, there ARE things even i won't eat).
and then i went to the library and then gui's for mahjong, but when the party shifted to nikki's (they were gonna make pizza), i went home to read my books and rest before the "half-marathon" the next day.
the "half-marathon" the next day: it was only 14 km, but i think that's sorta ok because it's more of a hike than a run anyways (it's up a mountain) and most ppl walk most of it. i finished in 2:47, but only because i lost TONS of time on the way down. the people with whom i paced up the mountain finished in like 2:15. i'm not sure i like these mountain marathons. you don't get to enjoy the hike at all. i have no idea what the view looked like because i was so busy looking at my footing the whole time. and my knees felt like crap for a day or so afterwards. i guess it was a pretty good workout...we'll see if i do the next one. i'll definitely be wearing knee braces if i do though. and then we played some beach ulty. yeah, i told you, my life is pretty sweet.
and this week is shaping up pretty well too. tomorrow i'm going bowling with alicia and jon at the causeway bay sports club (alicia is posh enough to be a member, so she can bring two guests). saturday, kate is hosting her mahjong and chili night. YEAH!
1.04.2007
a long long time ago, i can still remember
:::Thanksgiving:::
the food
the company:::manila tournament:::
the team in a jeepney
bad santa!:::macau offsite:::
the team in macau
the corporate ladder and i
a big blurry facade1.02.2007
new years in new countries
they've revoked the free drinks at work! the upper half of the fridge is empty, and what's left of the cokes and sprites, they've locked behind a plastic door. i've been toying with the idea of taking off the hinges (they look really dinky), but it'd be just like me to get fired for trying to steal diet sprites.
i left my voice in vietnam. i was captain of my hat team, and i was feeling a bit under the weather going into the venture...what they didn't tell me was that i had a co-captain, david jenson, who's the granddaddy of vietnam ultimate. needless to say, any attempt i made at organizing saturday morning was duly ignored and dismissed with the phrase, "you'll see when david gets here." for example, me: "so, are you guys more used to playing a vert or ho stack." them: "you'll see when david gets here." and so on. a couple of times, they even said, "you'll see when our captain gets here." which, was kinda, just kinda, a disheartening way to start a tournament given i was already feeling pretty crappy. anyways, the tournament only went up from there. i actually don't remember much from it...we were the team of the short connections, and we lost to the team of the huck and play d's.
personally, i was 0 fer 2 on hammers...i didn't bring my arm around far enough...the second one, i actually hit my mark in the chin with my bicep. my team never learned to stop crowding the disc. i think this was more an exercise in leadership than an exercise in ultimate for me. i felt like i was thrown into a whirlwind, and i won't really know what i learned until the debris settles. i did manage to affect one guy's play...the second day, his D was impeccable. the first day, we couldn't even get him to play in cleats. i don't know why some people respond to me and some people don't. like last year, i could totally fire henri up, but i think i just scared jenny. is it how i respond to the person?
anyways, the fields were gorgeous, the tropical fruit was genius, everything was dirt cheap. all in all, vietnam rocked my face. i could totally live there one day (for like three months or so). it was aptly dubbed the land of the mopeds. and there's people on every corner selling street food. i love street food. there's even a guy peddling around dried squid. like literally, the squid was strung out on a rack on the back of his bike. hoohaa! it's also kinda humbling being in a country that kicked your country's ass in a war.
oh, and i've literally lost my voice. i hold up signs that say "yes please" or "no thanks". people react funny when you can't speak. most of them start whispering back at you.
i left my voice in vietnam. i was captain of my hat team, and i was feeling a bit under the weather going into the venture...what they didn't tell me was that i had a co-captain, david jenson, who's the granddaddy of vietnam ultimate. needless to say, any attempt i made at organizing saturday morning was duly ignored and dismissed with the phrase, "you'll see when david gets here." for example, me: "so, are you guys more used to playing a vert or ho stack." them: "you'll see when david gets here." and so on. a couple of times, they even said, "you'll see when our captain gets here." which, was kinda, just kinda, a disheartening way to start a tournament given i was already feeling pretty crappy. anyways, the tournament only went up from there. i actually don't remember much from it...we were the team of the short connections, and we lost to the team of the huck and play d's.
personally, i was 0 fer 2 on hammers...i didn't bring my arm around far enough...the second one, i actually hit my mark in the chin with my bicep. my team never learned to stop crowding the disc. i think this was more an exercise in leadership than an exercise in ultimate for me. i felt like i was thrown into a whirlwind, and i won't really know what i learned until the debris settles. i did manage to affect one guy's play...the second day, his D was impeccable. the first day, we couldn't even get him to play in cleats. i don't know why some people respond to me and some people don't. like last year, i could totally fire henri up, but i think i just scared jenny. is it how i respond to the person?
anyways, the fields were gorgeous, the tropical fruit was genius, everything was dirt cheap. all in all, vietnam rocked my face. i could totally live there one day (for like three months or so). it was aptly dubbed the land of the mopeds. and there's people on every corner selling street food. i love street food. there's even a guy peddling around dried squid. like literally, the squid was strung out on a rack on the back of his bike. hoohaa! it's also kinda humbling being in a country that kicked your country's ass in a war.
oh, and i've literally lost my voice. i hold up signs that say "yes please" or "no thanks". people react funny when you can't speak. most of them start whispering back at you.
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