Blankey recently changed schedules so rather than getting off work at 7, he gets off at 6. It’s strange what a difference an hour makes. Last Wednesday, we already finished dinner by the time we would normally start so we were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of our night. He had the genius idea of doing something cheesy like going to the wax museum on Hollywood Blvd…which is exactly what we did. We went to the wax museum to walk amongst the famouses. I met all kinds of creepy celebs. It was great! And we didn’t even have to go to the scary side. Then we went to the Guinness Book of World Records Museum. There was so much learning to do there. Information overload. Though I think some of the stuff may have been a little outdated, but records are being broken all the time. I don’t blame them. It was still a really interesting place. I love going on adventures with ze Thomas Robert. :]
Filed under: Adventureses
On Saturday, February 21st to Sunday the 22nd, Ackerman Grand Ballroom at UCLA pulsated with music of many eras for the benefit of those with or affected by pediatric AIDS. Dance Marathon was a blasty and a half, especially since I went with Tom because he is the coolest guy in the world and he does cool things like that. We almost didn’t go because of unnameable circumstances, but we did decide to go to morale and I’m so glad and the shirts we got for moraling were green. Yay! For those who don’t know, green is my favorite color, and not because it’s associated with being enviro-friendly. We didn’t end up going as dancers, but thank you to the people who donated to my fundraising account. It still went to the cause and you still did a great thing for the further prevention of pediatric AIDS! We went to check it out and show our support and dance for a good few hours, dancing nonstop! The weirdest part was when we were like dancing and stuff and then all of a sudden, Haddaway’s “What Is Love?” came on and like clockwork, everyone around us started doing this uniform dance and the two of us were so confused. There was something we missed but we tried to follow along anyway. I still have no idea what that dance was. Apparently, everyone learned it at some point when we weren’t there, I guess. We did learn the morale dance from last year though, which was to the beat of “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy,” though we didn’t quite master that one either. We were really out of it and hungry after a while so we walked over to Denny’s and had a fancy meal of omelettes, hash browns and toast. Then we went back to Tom’s but I don’t remember that all too much because I was weaving in and out of sleep as he drove. After sleeping a few hours, we ate another breakfast made by his roomies, even though it was afternoon. ‘Twas delicious.
We were headed after that to buy Tom’s vice cabinet but it didn’t look the way we pictured it would, so that was a little disappointing. Luckily, though, we had seen this shop going out of business on the way there that sells antique furniture and he ended up finding something he really loved that was way cooler, not mass produced, and that has a history. It was this amazing Chinese cabinet that was used to store vegetables back in the day before they had refrigerators that looks something like this. He did some bargaining and he was convinced they gave him such a good deal because we had this connection going on since the couple who owned the business was a white guy and a Chinese lady. The stuff there was pretty amazing and this liquidation sale was like incredibly outrageous so if you are in need of some Chinese antiques, go check out Ji. Gallery on La Brea in Hollyhood. Hopefully, the cabinet is not haunted, as Tom’s roomie Kevin suggests. I guess he will find out tonight.
Anywho, after the Oscars ended last night, Tom and I bolted up the street to see the buzz going on on Hollywood Blvd. The first couple people we see as we stroll over are the only ones I recognize, but it was awesome. First, I saw John Legend, who I think is one of the most beautiful men alive, and not only that, but he also has the voice a freakin’ angel. He was seriously like five feet from us and I don’t think the other people around realized who he was so I was kind of freaking out by myself but trying to hide it so as not to embarrass Tom. The other person I saw, which I thought was really funny, was Doug E. Fresh…again. And he was definitely not recognized because no one even knows who he is when I mention his name, so I doubt they would know him by looking at him. The only reason I recognize him is because I see him do commentary on VH1 a lot. haha. So..I’ve seen him before at the LAX when I went to pick up my brother, who apparently sat in front of him or something. I think if I see him again, it’s a sign that we are meant to be friends. haha.
I had an awesome long weekend. I hate that it had to end. Boo for school.
So, this V-day I got to spend it with someone I am totally in love with, not that I don’t love last year’s Valentines, Heren and Jan Jann, but it’s a little different since this person is, um, a dood. I love Valentine’s Day, but at the same time I kind of hate what a commercial holiday it is and the fact that it takes a commercial holiday for people to be particularly nice to each other. BUT, I partook anyway because it’s our first and it was more like just a fun date day than anything.
My weekend started on Friday night when I went with Tom and his new roomies to the Gold Room in Silverlake, this crazy bar that serves cheap drinks and free tacos and has this bartender who looks like a conductor. Tom achieved his goal for the night of getting his roomies drunk as skunks and then getting them even drunker by buying them drinks at the Short Stop down the street. We took some photos in the photobooth there and then headed home, stopping for some burgers at Astro Burger to end the night right.
The next day, we lazed around and then went to Chinatown to meet up with my sis and her manfriend for dimsum. We had some confusion between restaurants as they are named after TV channels for some odd reason (CBS vs. ABC), but we settled on CBS because Tom had already parked in their lot. It turned out that the restaurant we used to go to was ABC (oops). I showed Tom some of the places I used to go to and we bought a couple things. He was quite amazed by how cheap and sometimes illegal everything was. We commemorated the day with matching Pucca and Garu phone charms. Teehee. After Chinatown, we headed straight to mini golfing with my sis and Ted at Castle Park in Sherman Oaks, which boasts a pretty sweet mini golf course. We played in teams and they kicked our butts since they have a pro golfer and stuff, but it was fun and we came in close contact with the Creepy House, which prompted the chanting of “cree-py house!” throughout the whole game. It seriously looked like it belonged in psycho or something. All that was missing was an old lady in a rocking chair. Definitely one of the best holes in the entire game. Rather than finishing off at the 18th hole, we opted to jump around the different courses and play the coolest looking holes, one of which had this swingy thing that would try to block your ball from the hole. What made the park even cooler was that they had bunnies roaming around! I tried to go pet one but they kept running away from me. 
After this, we attempted to make sushi and prepared for our night at the movies. The sushi was not horrible but not up to the standards of the boyfriend. I felt we done good for our first time but we decided the next day to try again. Anywho, time was in short supply, so we took the dilapidated sushi to go, though we didn’t end up eating it at the movie and ate Japanese snackies instead.
So, Blankey took me to where we had our first date at the Silent Movie Theater on Fairfax for My Mondo Valentine night. There was free beer and crappy wine and those candy hearts with the words on them and everything! They started off with this really amazing Chippendale’s dancer special that was hosted by this guy who looked like Howie Mandel with a better body and bigger mullet. Interjected between the dancing scenes at Chippendale’s were these fantasies had by women in the crowd. OMG they were just so ridiculous and it was great. Then they played clips from different sex ed and seduction how-to videos. One of my favorite quotes of the night was, “Love is like..being on the Planet Z of Fun.” Classic. The feature presentation was a movie called Like Normal People, this craptastically casted TV movie from 1979 that I will not describe because you would probably think we are monsters for finding it so hilarious, but I would like to emphasize how bad the acting and the script were and Tom and I were not laughing at the situation! Anyway, if you are curious, you can look up what it is about for yourself.
On Sunday, we lazed around and then returned to J-Strip to poke around at the two Giant Robot stores there and to buy more ingredients for Sushi Attempt #2. We also stopped by this crepe nazi place and had delicious crepes. Yummus. After all that, we started on the sushi back at his place and made udon in miso soup for us and the roomies. It was a much more successful attempt and we fully intend to become sushi masters.
Monday we went to Luna Park with my sis and Ted and ordered from their Dine LA menu. ‘Twas dericious. We got this giant tiki drink that was on fire (until Tom so maliciously put it out to suck the fun out of everyone’s experience) which got me drunk very early in the day since I had not eaten anything yet. Needless to say I suffered some glowiness for a while. OH, the worst part about that day was the intense rain that occurred on the one day that the top of Tom’s jeep was off, even though the weather was so perfect the day before. Stupid Hoolywood [sic]. But it was also kind of funny and sometimes very drafty. We made a visit to the Grove and bought some junks and checked out Cost Plus World Market, wee! We cooked up another storm that night consisting of fried udon and fried rice and before we knew it I had to return to my apartment Tuesday morning to prepare for schoolage. Sad.
P.S. I love my Jack Skellington head. 
Good things and bad things seem to happen in waves…confused waves that don’t know how to neutralize each other, but I like it because I don’t really want them to neutralize one another, otherwise I would constantly feel indifferent to everything like those aliens from that one planet on Futurama. Anywhoooo, just as my five-chinned boyfriend is coming back to the wondrous Los Angeles, Daryl and I beat Diddy’s Kongquest, my external harddrive has been fixed by Da-real’s daddo, aka Brainiac, Urshley has given me a ridiculously awesome sweater with robots on it, and I’ve found someone to rent the void in our apartment left by our dear Katlyn.
I am sad that the end of 2008 truly marks the end of an era, but I am determined to reunite with my old roomies and we shall finally take that long awaited trip to New York City (when timing and finances finally permit, of course)! Can’t wait. Ah!
So here’s where I reminisce about this past year, which was very amazing. So so so much has happened! A year ago, it was still the same dynamic at our apartment that I miss so much. Then, Helen and I went to Europe, the trip of our lives! We saw all sorts of things that I thought I would only ever see in textbooks and on the telly. Coming back with a European glow (according to Michelle), we returned to the States more adventurous and learned than ever. Soon after, I started my current job, got back in touch with my pally, Ally, and met some weird dood named Tom (just kidding, blankey) and his awesome brother Bryan, saw Jupiter, time traveled at Cicada Club, went to Skywalker Ranch, saw freakin’ JT and BoyzIIMen in concert, went SAILING, tandem biking, got all sophisticated-like and went wine tasting in Napa, went to all kinds of fun bars, obviously celebrated life as a 21-year-old, and the list goes on.
2009 is going to be cuh-razy.
I want to go home. I haven’t been back for a few weeks now and I just want to be in my bed in my own room sleeping in at home surrounded by my most trusted stuffed animal friends. I want dumplings. I want tomato soup. I want to wrestle with Patchon. I want to be a bum in my sister’s room. I want to roll around on the floor of my gigantor room. But most of all, I want my mommy! Wah!
I’m going to call her before I go back this weekend to tell her I want tomato soup. Teehee.
I just feel so blah right now. I want to retreat from the world.
But on a lighter note, I spent the weekend with this fine chap exploring Skywalker Ranch and San Francisco and attempting to stay awake the whole time. More about our adventures to come…with visuals!
Filed under: Adventureses, Freundinnen, place holder, vacay/travel
Justin and Friends. Amazing.
Boyz II Men. Words cannot describe.
Sixty-ounce Eiffel Tower of Miami Vice. Dericious.
Winning 15 bucks at Blackjack for the first time. Awesome.
Freundinnen took Vegas by storm; Vegas took my tum by storm. I never want to go to another buffet again.
Will elaborate when time permits.
Filed under: Adventureses, BURST!days, Freundinnen, WHOA, roomies, teevee
Things are quite crazy right now. I am awkwardly trying to balance school, work, and something along the lines of a social life. This is hard! And my stomach is still so full of Tex-Mex appetizers. BLECH. Bad idear.
So much has happened since I last wrote. My dear friend Allison finally turned 21 and got drunk as a skunk, the lovely Bryan made an appearance in our lives again briefly (I’m certain he will have a recurring role), I saw my first feature length silent movie, strange as it was, I have crossed paths with quite a few celebrities at random moments, I have experienced some kind of weird delayed hangover-type deal that lasted three days (concurrent with Allison getting drunk as a skunk), went to some lame bar downtown but its money portal made up for it, had our first roommate outing in Hollyhood to watch Robot Chicken, experienced crickets in our livingroom (I am looking at one right now and it freaks me out because I pass out here all the time), watched Batman a third time…….yeah, it’s been crazy daisy.
BUT I am quite chipper. Aside from the overwhelmingness of balancing life, things are going good. I’m happy
By the way, I forgot how awesome Pushing Daisies was until I saw the first episode of this season and all my gushy feelings came rushing back. Oh how I love that show.
Since we are on the subject of TV now, Henry vs. Gio!! Although I was rooting for Henry, I always thought she would choose Gio because she can still be young and spontaneous, whereas choosing Henry would tie her down, so I was almost sure she would choose Gio, only to find the season beginning with her choosing neither. That was a little disappointing because it was such a big deal and caused me much inner turmoil, yet it took but seconds for her to resolve that issue. But the decision seemed to make sense. If you’re choosing between two and you’re having that much trouble, maybe it is best to choose neither because apparently you do not love one more than the other if it’s that hard. I was looking to Betty for a little guidance, but she took too long to get here.
One more thing, I love Pam and Jim! And I saw Dwight at LACMA on Saturday. AH!
Filed under: Adventureses | Tags: sailing, Santa Monica, tandem biking, Venice Beach
Oh my it’s been a while since I last updated. Life has been quite crazy as of late. I feel like there’s so much going on. My relatives are coming here from China today, I’m going to be starting school again soon, my sailing adventure friend has gone back to Philly , and much much more!
On Friday, I was supposed to go see Robot Chicken but couldn’t make it in time so I just went with my friendlies to eat eat eat at a place called Cheebo’s in Hollyhood. It was pretty good but nothing special. I did have a delicious drank called Creamsicle-tini, though, and it burned my belly. We then made room for Pinkberry (because there is always room for Pinkberry) where we encountered the most amazing name speller. I’m not sure what country she was from, but apparently over there Allison is spelled “Alisson,” which isn’t too bad, and Nathan is spelled “Neithon.” hahaha. I guess I can see how she could spell it that way but it was still funny. Afterwards, we wanted to relaxi-taxi so we watched the Talented Mr. Ripley at MySpace Tom’s apartment. Boy, was that movie weird. I just felt so uncomfortable watching it the whole time because Matt Damon was so creepy.
I spent the night at Allison’s and on the way there, we decided that our last group activity before Bryan left was to go sailing. Allison made a bunch of calls in the morning and then we were to be off on our sailing adventure. Sadly, we did not get to sail with Allison’s love, Captain Larry, but were instead referred to his friend Captain Mack. He turned out to be a hilarious fellow and was just an overall classy guy. We stopped by a McDonalds on our way to the docks of Marina Del Rey, which was unnecessarily frustrating because they kept getting our order wrong, where we got a Filet-O-Fish, or Fish-O-Filet according to MySpace Tom, for who was soon to be our new friend.
SAILING WAS FREAKIN’ AWESOME. Captain Mack was so entertaining and funny though he somehow kept a pretty straight face the whole time. He started the boat (the Amethyst!) and stuff and told me to sit at the wheel. I wasn’t really sure what was going on and then he told me to steer. OMG I was so nervous and I kept saying that. He reassured me it would be okay and that it’s just like driving a car, to which I responded that I was also not very good at. I steered us out of the docking area and onto the open seas and it was so amazing. I could not believe he trusted me to do that. We just hung out on this ultra cool wooden 46-foot yacht and enjoyed the lovely weather. We sailed past Venice and Santa Monica and back, seeing all kinds of stuff like sea lions, a diving pelican and other boats that Captain Mack kept bagging on. We took turns steering and Allison, according to the captain, was the first person to steer the boat with their feet. haha.
After such an amazing adventure, we didn’t really know what else to do so we watched some YouTube vids at Allison’s and passed out for a little bit. After that, we went back to Hollyhood and ate sushi at a place called Itacho. The night was still pretty young so being the spontaneous folks we are, we drove all the way to Santa Monica Pier and rode the Ferris Wheel. It’s a nice ride for couples, I suppose. It’s pretty there because you can see the ocean and the beach and all the lights from the pier, so I guess if you don’t know what to do and you’re in the area, hit the Pier. I was a little amazed by the use of the small space. There were at least like five rides intertwined so if something goes wrong on one, all of them will probably be shut down. Craziness.
I was supposed to go home early Sunday morning to eat dimsum with the fam but I got lazy and slept in a little longer. Instead we went to grab brunch at the Viceroy Hotel and then hung out around there. I ended up going home in the evening instead because Meeshella was heading my way so I bummed a ride with her. Because it was already a little late for surfing and no one had their stuff anyway, we went tandem biking! It was so great. I have always wanted to go tandem biking and now I have. Yay! Since we had an uneven number, Tom got a giant tricycle to pick up all the six-year-old ladies. haha. We rode the bike path from Santa Monica to Venice, stopped for a bit to watch some kind of weight lifting competition, continued on to the end of the path and then returned to the bike place. We encountered some interesting people and by encounter, I mean hitting some kid with my face. haha. At one point, I switched places with Neithon and tried to steer. I thought we were moving okay and then the bike started to falter and next thing I knew, I was going, “Waahhh!” and fell over on some kid. He just kind of stayed there on the ground and I felt so horrible and kept asking him if he was okay but he would not respond. I picked his bike up off of him and assessed the damage. It was hard to tell since he was now covered in sand but he walked away with a little scrape on the knee, whereas I had a headache for a good 20 minutes or so which became a bruise. There was also some guy who told us never to stop when we were getting off the bike path to watch the weight lifting people. That was quite the life lesson. After about an hour of biking, some Jamba Juice, and sitting around, it was time for me to go to Westwood where I bid farewell to dear Bryan. Our dynamic has changed drastically!
I returned home with Meeshella where we had many updates to share and then shared the night of the Autumn Fest with my famaree, though we didn’t really do much and I missed a big chunk of the festivities so I felt kind of bad. My sister and I had mooncake and drank Japanese green tea. ‘Twas quite a delight.
The Edison Bar is amazing. The Standard could be amazing if I got to go upstairs. Jack Johnson is amazing. You are amazing. Life is amazing. I love it.
Okay, I’m just wondering, when did it ever become okay to assume that all Asians are Japanese and that talking to them in Japanese is ultra impressive? If someone ignores you when you’re speaking to them in Japanese, it probably means 1) they are not Japanese, 2) you’re an ass hat, and 3) you’re a “racist prick,” as Allison so eloquently put it. I endured a whole month of this abroad because it seems that Europeans find it to be a pickup line, but I didn’t expect such ill manners so close to home in the supposed “melting pot” that is the US of A.
While trying to enjoy a chocolate milkshake at In-N-Out after Club Bang! in Hollyhood, this creeper–let’s call him Upchuck–started looking at me and gave me a nod so I just nodded back and gave him a thumbs up. He noted that the sunglasses perched upon my head looked like they were from Back to the Future, so I told him that’s exactly where I got them. His drunken idiot friend slurred to me, “I like your stockings,” referring to the neon yellow stockings I had donned for 80s dance partying. A-hole that I am, I slurred back to him, “Thaaaanyooou.” I thought it was pretty clever at the time. haha. I don’t think he really noticed anyway. I turned back to my pals to enjoy my milkshake and some conversation, but this idiot starts saying strings of words in Japanese to me that he probably learned from the one Asian person he’s ever encountered in his life or from anime. I shot him a dirty look and just ignored him, turning back to my drank. He just kept going at it until Allison commented aloud on what a douchebag he was being. This seemed to be offensive to Drunken Idiot and he just couldn’t understand why she would say such hurtful things. Upchuck decides to chime in and blurt out what jerks people in LA were–while he was in a restaurant full of Los Angeleans–apparently because they do not engage in friendly conversation when addressed in Japanese.
My knights in shining armor got upset something awful and there was sort of an east coast vs. west coast fight about to go down (even though everyone else has lived in the east but me) because these fools were from New Hampshire, here in LA to celebrate Drunken Idiot’s 30th birthday (they claim he turned 18 but I find this to be highly unlikely). They kept saying they were just trying to enjoy Drunken Idiot’s 18th, all while spitting up burger and really stupid insults only an ignorant rich kid fresh out of high school would come up with, I guess. When the commotion calmed down a little, my dear friend Allison decided to throw in a “Shut up, you racist prick.” haha. At this point, it just got awkward for everyone else within earshot, which was everyone. People kind of inched away as the guys went at it and I kind of just sat there laughing because it was all so ridiculous. Drunken Idiot kept asking why he was racist because I guess it’s normal to talk to all Asian people in the same language in their gated community. He actually stumbled out of his seat thinking it would be more threatening and I was getting really annoyed because this guy was just so ignorant he didn’t know he was coming off as a big loser so I tried pushing him away from us and telling him to sit down. He was so drunk he could barely stand so I didn’t think it’d be a very fair fight anyway. It was something so stupid to be fighting over. Being the bigger people, we finally decided to leave. They kind of followed us and after we crossed the street, they stood on the other curb yelling nonsensical things. If they really had the balls they would have crossed the street because the light was green and the little walking man wasn’t going to stop them, but they continued to yell from a safe distance. I was kind of glad because I’d rather not have to bail my friends from prison. As interesting of a story as it would have made, it really would have put a damper on our night.
So if you’re one of those asses who thinks to themselves, Hey I know these two Japanese phrases pretty well. I think I should use them with every Asian I see because I assume they will all understand, just like how they all know karate, don’t think I don’t know how to pull the race card and cause a scene in public.
But anyway, Bang was fun. haha. It’s not as 80s as it is scene but it’s got interesting people and doesn’t play crap. I don’t really recall seeing anyone in 80s attire, so we fussed about clothings for nothing. What I liked most was that people weren’t grinding on each other as much as they do at freakin’ high school dances and other clubs I’ve been to. I’d recommend this club for those who find other clubs to be mildly disgusting and those who are not yet 21. Just don’t forget to grab some cash because they don’t take card. :[
