Milano !

Today we got our asses up around 5am to catch a flight to Milano! (Our jetlag now would be totally messed up for the rest of the trip. We took a shuttle from the airport.) Yay, Easy Jet! It’s pretty cheap to fly within Europe on the Easy Jet.

We took a shuttle to the train station which is located close to our hotel in the Financial District.


We got in around 12pm, and decided to take a nap. Bad idea. We slept until 2pm! We decided to walk around quadralateral square where all the high-end shopping is. On our way there, we stopped by a random café with a disgusting bathroom. We ordered some crappy pizza. At this point we thought it was because we didn’t research on where to eat so perhaps we just happened to pick a crappy café.



Afterwards, we walked to the D’uomo. We checked out the church there and went into this creepy dark room, where the body of a Cardinal from 1854 lay. That is nuts. He was in a glass casket. It was too creepy down there for me so I jetted out of there. (Yes, I believe in ghosts but that is a whole other story). Raf was thinking of taking a picture but I said no because I didn’t want to see what would end up in the photo – you know like those scary white blurs that are meant to be ghosts!

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How is this supposed to make you feel safe and at home in a church?


Across from the D’uomo is another huge, famous shopping area full of some high-end shops, and restaurants. The surrounding area had more of the more affordable shops like Mango and Zara. We did a lot of window shopping to say the least. J

You know I have to squeeze in one of these shots when I visit a new place!


Random art piece in an apartment complex


Did you know they have an Armani MALL here? Look, it even has Nobu!


Armani Home! I don’t think we have that here… ? Black and red, just for me!


Dolce & Gabbana




This whole building is Versace.


We did a crapload of walking today, and I was famished. On our way home, we stopped by another random café for a salami sandwich. It was good but nothing amazing. In Italy in all the cafes, around a certain time in the afternoon/evening they bring out all these appetizers – chacuerie, tomatoes, veggies, olives, etc. It is there version of aperitif. Many people walk in and grab a plate, buffet style, and order a drink, or dessert. Stupid us didn’t take a picture again!

We went back to the hotel to relax our feet. After a recommendation from the front desk, we checked out Giannino restaurant close by. Milanese food, specifically, was banned in the 80s (don’t know how that happens). Traditional Milanese food finally had a comeback – Milanese risotto in particular, is a very popular and traditional dish to order here.

Milanese Risotto and fried veal. The food here was very well prepared, but both dishes were kinda bland. We saw what other people ordered like heaping plates of seafood that looked really delicious.


Since neither of speak any Italian besides Grazie, Raf spoke both Spanish and English. So far, everyone we spoke to knew English. Italian is pretty similar to Spanish – I think if you speak Spanish like you are singing a song and wave your hands all around, you should be able to get by. Hahahah! Russell Peters was so right about Italians using their hands to speak.

Strolling the streets of Paris

Oh my god, our asses didn’t get up until 12pm! We finally got our day started around 1pm. We walked to the Pompidou and walked around.



Then we hit the Picasso museum (no pictures allowed =<). There must be something going on with the French culture and women giving birth because after we walked out of the Picasso museum and down the street, there was a random small gallery of photos of women giving birth. I mean in the middle of giving birth. Every little detail. Very interesting stuff. After a nice stroll through the streets of Paris, we had some Quiche Lorraine and an Orangina. YUMMY. This is when Raf surprised me – my belated birthday gift was a TRIP TO MILAN FOR 3 DAYS!!! How cool is that? I had NO CLUE WHATSOVER. The first time I didn’t guess what Raf got me for birthday/anniversary. Insane!

Outside the cafe


In the adorable café, on zee Blackberry. Oh man, this thing was so handy on this trip. Thanks PDL!


After our delightful lunch, we walked to the check out the Louis XIV park and the Place de la Bastille. I absolutely love walking the streets of Paris. There is so much to see, and it is so beautiful. I wish we would have taken more pictures on these walks, but I guess we were too busy enjoying it. J Ah, something so simple yet so wonderful! On our way back home, we walked along the Seine. We saw a couple with a bottle of wine and their adorable German Shepherd just sitting along the Seine relaxing. Saw quite a few other dogs off leash, having a good time. Ginger would love this! I would be afraid she’d jump in the water though. =X



Later in the evening, Raf, Timo, and I decided to walk around again. It was only around 7pm and we really couldn’t find any open restaurants as of yet! Hahahah, we arrived at Le Bistro Saint Andre (again!). They had JUST opened (I believe it was something like 8pm when we finally decided to eat there). Of course we had to order the scallops and magret avec pears and fois gras.

Look familiar?


I want me some Greek Ass.


We were pretty full by this point and went back home. Then we were like, what the hell, let’s go get some dessert! Timo’s friend recommended a great place for some real chocolat chaud (hot chocolate).

Les Deux Magots


Oh, let me tell you that this is the REAL DEAL. Man, the crap we have back home taste so bad and bland compared to this! They melt real dark chocolate, and it’s pretty thick. A small cup is definitely enough. We also had a Tarte de fraise, which was tasty too (and 8 Euro!). Maybe we were still too tired because we forgot to take pictures of it!

Paris trip: Part deux

After a stop in Amsterdam, we arrived in Paris around 1:30pm.

Amsterdam airport reminds me of Valley Fair.


We eventually reached Saint-Michel around 3pm. Unpacked, settled in at Timo’s to relax a bit. Later in the evening we decided to walk around Saint-Michel.

Why can’t we have random fresh seafood stands in front of café’s and restaurants on the sidewalk? Ohhh I would love to be able to cook with such fresh ingredients!


Walking around Saint-Germain. I made Timo stand on an angle so I wouldn’t feel so short. I love cobblestone streets!


We picked a random restaurant to eat at. I walked in first, and the waiter started going off in French to me. DUH, is how I felt. I was too tired to even attempt to tell him that I only understand a little bit. Anyway, the restaurant had superb Soup de L’oignon. It must be the cheese they have here that gives it that extra ummph. Damn pasteurization! I ordered Beouf steak of course with a nice pepper sauce to go with it. Raf had the curry chicken, and Timo the Salmon. (This update is long overdue, but of course, I only remember the food details.) We then called it a night and passed out around 10pm.

Birthday Wishes!

Yay for random birthday wishes!

Wow, a MUSHY email from my bf! Could it BE??? I guarantee he's going to make me remove this later.
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Happy Birthday! Where do you want to go to eat tonight? I LOVE YOU!
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Le Francais Pervert - L'Erhan D'Ilhan
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Jeanne du pain

Note: a lire en chantant.
joyeux anniversaire....joyeux anniveraire....joyeux annniivvveerrssaaiiire.....Jeanne du pain....joyeux anniversaire!
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Typical Luigi:
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KurumaZ: happy BDAY!
KurumaZ: bizaatch
KurumaZ: welcome to the quarter century club
KurumaZ: discount on insurance YAH!!
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And something random from my Dad. LOL
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Joan,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Mom told me that almonds in France are expensive and not as good as here are. So when you go to France and see her god father again, bring some almonds to him. He loves almonds.

Dad
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Raf attends another conference call...

Where is he?

Honeymoon phase

So Monday was my first official day in IT. It was strange. When people saw me and/or walked by my cube, I was greeted with smiles and hellos. Wow. People in my own department acknowledge me. LOL. So different from Finance. Of course, there were select ppl in Finance that were cool, but it was different from this. Also, people go out to lunch together, and some of my coworkers were genuinely excited for me to join their group. Pretty cool. AND, it's not dead quiet. People talk to each other! And laugh! HAH. I'm actually sitting in the Operations/Help desk group in IT. (Technically, I am the only one in my own group). It's fun here, and I don't have to put sticky notes on my computer. Anyway, just wondering how long the honeymoon stage will last.

FYI~ Bachelorette pix and Wedding pix to come!

Don't be jealous...

I ordered two Dwight Schrute Bobbleheads for Raf's birthday gift. A his and hers! Now he is sitting on my laptop... very shrine-like. I love it!



Just moved cubes today for my new job. Will update on this past weekend soon!

Conference Calls a la Le Office

When Rafael logs in to conference calls... Notice anything peculiar?

FOOD ~ it's what I'm good at! DUH!

11:45 am - Lunch at Evvia in Palo Alto

What's for lunch?

- Chicken & Mushroom pita
- Lamb chops - medium rare
- Galaktoboureko - phyllo filled with custard + fresh pistachio ice-cream


JP: see aren't you glad you met me
JP: i make you fat - show you the ropes of EATING
JP: DOOD MY MOM THINKS I'M ANOREXIC
JP: SHE WROTE IN MY BF'S BIRTHDAY CARD TO TAKE CARE OF ME CUZ I "EAT TOO LITTLE"
Charles: mom will be moms
Charles: i can put in a good word for you
Charles: i tell her how much bread you eat
Charles: amazing
JP: i didn't even notice i was stuffing my face with a loaf of bread at lunch
Charles: u would have gone in the kitchen if you was closer
JP: yah seriously, i was eyeing the kitchen. lol.
JP: but still, it's so irritating to have my mom tell ME of all ppl that she thinks I don't eat. I mean that is like saying a butcher does not cut meat.

!!!!!!!

JoaneeBonee: my boss might send me to nashville next week!!!!!
li---: wow, would this be considered as vacation or work ??
li---: make sure you put a sticky note on your computer LOL
JoaneeBonee: that is MY LAST WEEK OF WORK
JoaneeBonee: LOL I KNOW> HAHAHAHAH!!!
JoaneeBonee: god i was hoping that i could quit b4 he would send me on a business trip again

(inside joke)

For those of you who don't know. HR told me I had to put sticky notes on my computer when I have doctor's appointments and go on business trips (someone complained I was on "vacation" all the time). But only I have to do this because apparently, I must be treated like a child. All the older people in my department that go on business trips and have doctor's appointments don't have to put sticky notes on their comp.

Yosemite Half Dome

Mist Trail up - steep climb, but shorter. We figured we'd want to hit up Half Dome by lunch time. We didn't get there until around 2pm since we started at 8am instead of the intended 7am. We woke up at 530am took longer packing up than expected.

John Muir Trail down - less steep, but still a bitch. An extra 2 miles. Joints hurting, legs hurting. Raf dragged me the last couple miles because I felt like I was going to cramp up, and keel over like that dood in the Iron Man Kona race. I could see myself crawling to the finish line.

Raf also carried my backpack. I was having problems breathing in the beginning (asthma + elevation) but I got used to it. The last mile up to half dome, Raf dragged me up. People were clapping for him and making fun of me.

Didn't make it up Half Dome itself. My legs were killing me already and wanted to save energy for the 9 mile trek back. Good thing because when we were going down the huge steep boulder to the main trails, my knees start SPASMING LIKE CRAZY. One fall and I am dead!!! They were violently shaking. It was scary. I am not disappointed because I'd rather be alive than falling down a cliff. Plus there is always next year. ;) I'm gonna drag more people out to do this. It's fun!

But next time I am training for this!

Total time: 11.5 hours
Total distance: 16.4 miles
Total food: 2 Power Gels, half a sammich, trail mix, and 3 bottles of water.
Total food brought in backpack: about 20 lbs. What a waste. Can't eat while on a tough hike. Makes you want to puke.

First time camping and sleeping in a tent EVER. Overly protective Chinese parents. No surprise there. 30-40 degrees at night.


Parked in Curry Village. Half Dome here we come!


Peeling off the layers and feeling refreshed.... for now.






Break time. 2 miles away from Half Dome. Ok, now we are tired. The Brain was sleeping on a rock.


We made it! Almost. Woo hoo! I got stuck!


Which way is up? I don't get it.


Look, Raf made it!


Close-up!




Breakfast the next morning. I could barely walk. But I can still cook!!!


What more can you do with leftover camp food? AW! Scrambled eggs and sausage! OJ! Toasted English muffins! Vietnamese coffee!


Btw, Scott brought GOOSE AND PORK RILLETTE!!! That is goose meat mixed with fois gras straight from France (his sister went and brought some back). Funny that we ate it here while camping and roughing it. =)

It took me about 4 days to recover. I couldn't walk very well the first two days. OUCH! But it was FUN! Can't wait to do it again!

I just...

Quit my job today. Starting a new job in IT. Not too excited yet, but at least I will be surrounded by good people. The friends I have at work all work in IT.

Ah, I am not happy, but not sad. Kind of neutral, but bittersweet.

Ok, off to Yosemite to climb Half Dome.

Lonnggg day

6:30am - do do do BOING BOING do do do do do do do BOING BOING
(That is my alarm/ringtone on my phone. If you haven't heard it in person, ask me, it's great! Ask Carlo and Raf! And all the girls at Caroline's bachelorette party. HAH!)

7:00am - hit snooze button 1039840394x, finally get my ass up. Shower and get ready for runway casting #2. Take Ginger to poop.

8:15am- Out of the house. Stop by Starbucks - ummm white chocolate mocha. Going to be a long day.

9:00am - Get to work blah blah

12:15pm - Shit, time for lunch. Run to Togo's. Grab myself and Charles a sammich. No time for lunch. Charles on calls all day. Back to my desk. Sammich sucked. Barely any chicken.

3:20pm - Drive to SF for casting at the agency. Call-time: 4:30pm.

4:30pm - Finally park in the garage on 2nd. Take elevator up. Shit, I need to take a piss. Ask for the bathroom. Go to 9th floor. Walk out and look in the mirror and realize I am wearing the wrong shoes. FUCK, go back down. Give key back to the guy. Go down to garage. Flag down parking attendant. Change shoes. Go back up. Trot a couple blocks to the agency in my stilettos and portfolio in hand.

4:40pm - At the agency. Meet other Passport models - age 17 - 21. Chit chat, sit around. Token.Asian.Short.Model. WOOT WOOT! Sometimes it is not a bad thing. People always remember the short girl.

5:45pm - Shit, I have a conference call at 7pm. What is taking so long? Booker + casting agents in his office. Casting people have been here since 4:45pm. Model texts our booker who is in his office right next to us that some of us have to go.

5:50pm - I get to go first since I only had 10 minutes left.

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Questions of the day:

"What was your last runway show?"

- Yoya SF Boutique, Bloomingdales.

"What brands do you like and that fit you?"

- Marc Jacobs, Anthropologie, Urban, Sevens, Citizens, Frankie B...

"How about Nicole Miller?"

- I think I have tried on her clothes, I just don't remember if it fit well. Just shoulda said yes. Damn honesty. In fact, I think I wore Nicole Miller clothes in the Bloomie's show. Shit!

Took a couple digital pictures of me against the wall.

"Walk for us. One time high energy, another more low key like for evening dresses."

- I start walking up and down the hall. Had to redo my high energy with a smile. Oops was thinking high fashion serious when they said high energy. SMILE! Then did the "fancy dress" walk more "controlled."

"Ok, thank you. Have a good night."

The casting people were very very friendly and courteous. No up and down looks and whispering. Weird... =)

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6:05pm - Dash downstairs with another model that had to go too. Hurry hurry. Trotting on Market Street in my stilettos again. I'm glad these are my comfortable stilettos.

6:10pm - Get to the parking garage. FUCK $20. Yesterday I spent $3. Nice parking attendant says:

"it a lot of ma-nee when you stay longer than thuty minutes" (a la Russell Peters).

Damn SF (#$(*&#$*#$ no convenient subways *(&#$*(&#$*(&# Parking SF #&$(*&#$. I better book this job. Took 15 minutes to get to the highway. Wow, people are being nice and letting me cut in and change lanes.

7:20pm - Got home, thank goodness for 280S and 90mph. Changed into my Homer PJs, took Ginger to piss. Feed the baby. 20 minutes late for conference call. Still nobody knows how to do the project for school. It's due Sunday.

8:30pm - Conference call over. Stomach is killing me. So hungry. Stomach is eating itself! Raf stops by and heats up leftover pasta for me.

9:00pm - Talk about my quarter life crisis. Oh what am I going to do with my life? Realize that the extra $30K I took out in school loans for my MBA was a total waste. Oh~ Le Cordon Bleu, Paris... Decided to not take the other job offer at my current company (different department) even though it pays a bit more (but still not enough.) But there is a price for everything so we will see. Walk Ginger to go pee and poop.

9:30pm - Sit down to do homework. Talk to classmates online. Get much needed help. Thank Buddha.

10:30pm - Get sidetracked talking about food and recipes with classmate online. Too tired to go over analysis in xls. XLS XLS XLS!!! NO MORE XLS PLEASE!!! (Right, Caroline? ;D). Read up on school discussion board. Professor makes huge statement on the class board. Here are some excerpts:

Based on a couple of phone conversations and an email from students in this class today, I gather that the scores I posted for the PepsiCo case were lower than expected. I believe there is going to be a conference call tomorrow for us to participate in an effort to understand what went wrong, my expectations, and how you can do better on the remaining assignments.

I understand that my conclusion provides little comfort to you, if you are struggling. Let me provide some hints. It is against my nature to provide outright answers since I firmly believe doing so short-changes the learning process. I'm sure some of you aren't happy with this conclusion since you are looking to move on to a more "enjoyable" subject and want this course over with. I accept that.

11:30pm - Update blog. Even though it seems that no one reads this except L'Erhan. Because he is tres cool and leaves me the most comments. Ah, I think Weenie left me more comments than Raf! And as a blogger, you know that we love comments!

Right, Ysabel?

12:00am -Time to wash dishes. Make Ginger's breakfast/dinner. Feed her antibiotics. Get ready for bed. Carlo comes back from gym... with In And Out in his hands. He is in the shower. I am hungry again. Time to steal food. Damn, he came out. Chit chat.

1:45am - ZZZzzzzzz

GenArt Runway Casting

Today I had a runway casting for GenArt's annual fashion show. It was being held at the W hotel in SF. I was the second girl to show up for the casting. The first girl that showed up was from JE. The stylist was showing her how to walk; it's funny because it seems like these gay guys have the best walk out of everyone. ha ha. He used to teach runway. Anyway, it was my turn to walk. The stylist was like,

"Oh good, we need an Asian model."

One of the designers:

"We need a TALL Asian model."

hahahahah! I was surprised that I was sent on this casting because they usually have a height minimum of 5'9". I walked a few times. Had to redo my walk since they said I had too much "bounce." Then the designer told me to take my shoes off... maybe to make me feel shorter? hahah. It's been years since I did runway so I was definitely rusty. But I didn't feel too bad because 1) I couldn't do the show anyway since it's on the 16th; I'll be hiking half-dome, and 2) some of the models that showed up later didn't know how to walk AT ALL. It was pretty surprising! I was the only Asian chic and the shortest one there. (What's new?) But they are holding castings all day so I'm sure some of the taller Asian models from other agencies will attend. Saw a cute French model that reminded me of the French brunette actress in "The Beach" with Leonardo DiCaprio. There was another model with a really nice body. She was skinny but shapely. She had boobs/butt and small waist, and her legs had shape to it as well. Very toned.

A couple male models showed up and a bunch more designers with racks of clothes. They were having the models try on some of the clothes so they could take pictures. The first model that showed up was trying on a black dress, and the designer was like:

"Oh she is way too big for that dress."

LOL. The model was like,

"AH! You are not supposed to say that outloud."

Then the stylist was like:

"I need to teach you proper etiquette."

hahahah! She took it well and was laughing. SF is extremely nice when it comes to comments like that. I haven't really heard anything bad/harsh. All the height comments [of me being too short] are expected, plus I'm used to it. It's ironic how in this industry, those judging you whether it be casting agents, bookers, designers, are all but 5'2" - 5'9".

I am not really into runway anymore (someone book me for print jobs PLLEEAASSEE!!!), but I'll do another show someday just so Raf can see me. He's always saying how he wants to see me in a show. I said goodbye to the stylist, one of the designers, and the director of the show. Said thanks but I can't do the show. The stylist was super nice and said he is doing another show and that he has my comp card. Now I am at boring ass work in my boring ass cube with dimly lit flourescent lighting. Ah, this is the life. =P

Catching up with old high school friends

This morning, I met up with Luigi, Daniela, and Bahari, both of whom I haven't seen since high school. Damn, it's been what, 7 years? Crazy how time flies. We met up at Barefoot Coffee Roasters. Luigi was telling me about this place since it's gotten a ton of reviews. The latte is great, but very strong and sweet. Be warned that it takes 10 minutes for them to make your gourmet coffee or espresso drink. Good stuff though; I will be back despite me being so freaking wired the rest of the day.

It was nice to catchup. We talked a lot about traveling and work and stuff. One of these days, Daniela and I will meet up in Europe whether it be Germany or Paris (she is half German, half Jordanian). We also talked about other old high school people they have ran into. I haven't really seen anyone cept for Luigi so they filled me in. hahahah. One girl that I used to be close with in middle school has three kids already! (She is Mormon.) Another old friend is married and pregnant with a second child. It is just crazy to hear old classmates with kids. I can't even imagine being pregnant... and don't plan on it for at least 4-5 years! We had other things going on that day so we had to wrap up our coffee get-together. I spent the other part of my Sunday helping my bro pick out cheap furniture for his new place in Palo Alto. He lives right around the corner from Pluto's. SCORE! He's got a neat little place.

Other than that, I don't have much going on here. Been pretty busy with work and school. Taking Managerial Finance right now. Makes me even dislike Finance even more than I already do. I am not a big fan of business math even though it is simple arithmetic and algebra... mostly because I don't like word problems. I also hhaattee stats!!! I'd rather do Calculus I - V, Linear/Abstract Algebra, and Differential Equations. Hah! I'm a math dork. Taking this Finance class is torture. I pretty much spent all of my Labor Day doing homework. Plus Saturday and part of Sunday as well.

Le Papillon !

This morning, I attempted to do a 40 minute run only to start insanely cramping on my sides after only 15 minutes. I decided to do interval runs; walk a minute, then run really fast for another minute. I didn't think much of it as a real workout but my quads were SOOOO SORE the rest of the weekend! Ouch! I need to do more of this for strengthening. Ah, and Raf bought me power gels so I won't cramp so early next time. =)

Later that night, Raf took me on a hot date to Le Papillon. We finally got to try this place! We had:

• Complimentary shrimp in phyllo crust, and some kind of cold tomato-based tangy soup
• Crab souffle
• Filet of Beef with a wine sauce and butter-poached shrimp
• Duck breast with a sweet sauce with a side of wild-rice filled crepe
• Crepe filled with custard served with a Grand Marnier sauce

Everything was very good (you could cut my filet with a butter knife), but the crepe I could have made at home. Damn, $9 for that too! The custard they used taste like the creme I use to compliment freshly baked choux! I can easily make crepes like that, and the Grand Marnier sauce shouldn't be that hard to make; just add in sugar with the Grand Marnier and simmer.

We gave this place 4 stars despite the fact the food was very good simply because it is way overpriced. French food in general is overpriced in America. We had meals equivalent to this in Paris that didn't cost us more than 40+ Euro for two people. My filet alone cost $46. Anyway, it was just really nice to go out and have a nice meal. Thanks, babe! I love you!

Adventures at La Bodeguita Del Medio

Raf, L'Erhan, and a couple of his buddies, Luis and Roman, went to eat at La Bodeguita Del Medio. It was quite entertaining to say the least (Merci, L'Erhan). After a nice 2.5 hour dinner, and L'Erhan harassing all the workers, hostess, waiters/waitresses at the restaurant asking if they were Cuban, we walked out to see the only Cuban guy in the entire place; the guitar player. L'Erhan then proceeded to sing Guantanamera really loud with him. And then started singing some Champs-Elysees song. By the way, L'Erhan was also harassing one of the water boys who was from Chiquimula, Guatemala. CHIQUIMULA! And the owner is a white guy that used to live in Cuba. And the hostess doesn't know who Fidel Castro is. hahahah!

CHIQUIMULA!


Earlier in the dinner, L'Erhan was asking for a description of a dish. The waitress was explaining that it had some ginger in it. He proceeded to respond with:

"Ginger, kill!"
See L'Erhan's Fundraising Dinner post

HAHAHHAHAHA, when people come over, I always say "Ginger kill!" which pretty much means for her to go up to people and kiss/greet them.

Although L'Erhan had three Ricard drinks at my place, and three "El Presidente" drinks at the restaurant, I don't think he was drunk. When we paid the bill, he started reciting Russell Peters bit on Chinese people. Imagine him saying this to the waitress:

"Put thuty fo dollah on this caard, and the rest on the otha caard."

"Thuty fo dollah, not thuty fo fifty. Fifty cent a lot of ma-nee."



I later explained to her that it was a bit from Russell Peters and to check it out on YouTube. Maybe she wouldn't think he was that crazy? Ah, I think it was too late. ;)

Vegas!!!

Vegas was sooo much fun! I usually don't like Vegas, but I went with a ton of fun girls for Caroline's bachelorette. Now I know why they always use that cliche, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. hahah! Fun fun. I wish I took the day off. I want to sleep. zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

STRESS STRESS STRESS!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I feel like a single mom with two kids! And of course one income, full time work, full time school, stupid errands, shitty health (I've had 3 migraines in the past two weeks), job interviews, cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning, and trying to juggle everything at once while keeping sane when all these stupid little things come up. Then of course, you have to slap on the 2-hour commute I do everyday. I loooveee traffic! Ugh, I was in tears tonight... I think just from being so tired and hungry, just really got to me today.

I have barely eaten dinner the past few days. I'm so tired. I have homework due and I have to finish a bunch of stuff before I even get to that tonight. I'm sooo hungry! SOOO HUNGRY. And everyone knows that a hungry Joan is a cranky Joan + stresssss!!!!!!

HELP! I need a personal assistant. You know Google has personal assistants for hire by the hour while you are at work? Something like $25/hour. Just for one day, I would like to sit on the couch and do NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! And have someone take care of me all day. Sigh. Thank Buddha for Ginger otherwise I would have lost my sanity ages ago. (Or maybe I already have.)

Had a follow-up for a job interview today in another department. I have the job, but I think they are trying to jip me for money. Arghhh... I'm stressing about my job situation right now (when am I not?)

Btw, I'm going to Vegas tomorrow for Caroline's bachelorette. PHEW!!! I hope we hit the pool tomorrow so I can lay down and do NOTHING!!! Then we go to Nobu for dinner. I hope she likes it because the sea bass and miso black cod is GOOOODDD.

Ok, I better go and finish some shit. Then do homework. I pray to Buddha I am not up most of the night. I just need to get through tonight... and I will feel a lot better so I can think about TOMORROW. =P

ok /rant>

NY Fashion week S-S 2007

Taken from YSLRIVEGAUCHE's blog

YAY for Du Juan!


A 5'7" girl up for NY fashion week other than Kate Moss?


One of these days, I will go to NY Fashion Week!