it's time i posted again.

herrrooooo!!! and here i am once again. a month away from it being a year from the last time i entered anything in here. let's see how long i can keep this up. i'm on the sofa... suffering from post-traumatic-thanksgiving-unconsciousness. football. leftovers. keanu reeves in point break. it doesn't get any better than that. i'm on my couch. volks is on his couch. both of us have our 12-inch powerbooks on our laps. isn't love great?! thanksgiving was awesome- i stayed here in NY as usual. volks cooked a 25.5 pound bird for thanksgiving. it was massive. we have been eating that mess for the past 4 days, as well as the mashed pot, stuffing, broccoli rice casserole and cranberry sauce (2 kinds). i love thanksgiving.

we saw "the fountain" last night. was quite interesting. it was very literal, and very metaphoric at the same time. i still haven't had a chance to really sit down, think about it, and process it. everyone was absolutely faded by the movie. movie ends, and we're all sitting in the theater in silence for a good few minutes. the lighting in that movie was great. interesting golden lighting motif. anyways, maybe i'll do a post once i start to process that movie.

RECEIVE! TOUCH!

so. this is just a quick posting to show just how crazy my siblings and i are. so we were shopping for xmas gifts one day. for this picture, we were at sam's club. they had these giant g.i.joe like figurines that were about 8-10 inches tall- all poseable.

we did this to honor of our dear mother. she's a fan of the benny hinn. he would be a huge fan of the above. she got a kick out of it. for those who know my mother, or have heard her laugh- or at least her voicemail message... this was good entertainment as she turned blue in the face from cracking up.

that's total bull. no, really. it is...

'tis the season for company christmas parties! friday night, i looked out of our office window and saw a "the office" tv show type party. the whole works ranging from a poorly decorated christmas tree all the way to a general array of snackens (cookies, pretzels, chips and dip). yes, there are many things i despise about my company, but the one good thing (besides the awesome people that i work with) we do right is partying. two major ones: (#1) summer party (#2) christmas party. so much, that that's how i make my quitting proclaimations. "i'm quitting after this year's summer party." "this is my last christmas party, mark my words." never have i been able to make these true statements, as i am still with the same company, ,and will have been with them for 2 years in january. wow. anyways, this year, we rented out SLATE. it's a really nice, hip, swanky, up-scale billiard hall/lounge/bar. not only did they have pool (me and my pool partner got into the semi-finals in the tourney) but they also had a MECHANICAL BULL. i have always wanted to ride one, but didn't not want the whole handful of consequences that came with it. typically, you see those girls who are lookin for a nice handsome burly guy at a bar jump on those. it's to get the attention of the male eye. i was able to ride the bull without any of that. am i remotely interested in the people i work with? no. we all know this... we're all chummy and friend-esque. viola! freedom. i rode, to be fun, stupid, and crazy. people already know me at work for that. here i am.

apparently it gets progressively more "rowdy" the longer you're on it. some kid got thrown off really bad. didn't look cool at all... probably when he got up and exited, he was expecting high-fives and hoots and cheers. instead, he was bombarded with "oh gosh, are you ok?!?!" luckily for me, i had a heart to heart with the bull before we started. he agreed to toss me off gently but still making it look like i'm a stud. all i had to do was scratch behind his ear and make sure his bell was double knotted. that's some quality bull.

i should have a samurai sword shouldn't i...?

so today at the office, i set up this "game"/interactive and creative presentation in the front office of where i work. perhaps you have been a part of the "create your own southpark" character phenomenon that has been sweeping the offices of america. yesterday afternoon, my boy tilson sent me a link of the southpark studio. ( mel and i created EVERYONE in our company, printed them out, and taped them up on a wall in the FO area. along with the pics was a name bank. we chose outfits, props and physical characteristics to match each person.

even the people who are self-proclaimed potheads and drinkers were given joints and beer respectively. (it's weird how some people brag about doing these things, but when they see it on paper, they're offended. odd... luckily one of the boss men [which i put screaming, with alcoholic beverages in his hands and his classic 'hangover sunglasses'] got a kick out of his. as i was making it, i was thinking "either he's gonna die laughing and loving this" OR "i'm going to be out of work within the next 24 hours") praise the Lord i still have a job. anyways. here's me.

meliss made this of me. the other two asians that work at the company both have samurai swords, but i don't have one. maybe that's why i look like a punky pocahontas or a rebel indian princess. also, you may ask "why the lime green eye blinding background color?" good question. i ask the same question when i step into my office and see the same color walls surrounding me. enjoy... make a self-portrait or a portrait of someone else (possibly me), and send it to me. it'll be fun! HOLLA!

worshington d.c... i HATE that!

who out there, during sometime their academic career, had a teacher that REFUSED to say WASHington correctly? people, there is no "R" in washington, just like there's no "I" in team. write it out if you have to...

on that note... i went to washington d.c. for thanksgiving. an interesting sight that struck me while walking around was a taxi cab. now this isn't just ANY taxi cab. look at this...

yes. this cab does say "presidential cab assn". it was so entertaining, we snapped a shot of it to laugh at during times like these. i hear clinton was cruisin around these parts in one of these classy cabs during his presidency... that's one way of reading the side lettering. another way... i saw it say "presidential cab assasination". a cab i wouldn't imagine a president would dare go near.

i went to the hirschorn art museum for the first time, though i had been to d.c. many times with family, school and whatever else. there, i have re-realized a desire in me to create. to inspire people, to make people talk, smile, laugh, be confused, whatever. i long to leave an impression with people. wow, that got pretty deep pretty quick. we took some nice pics...


this is how we spent close to 15-20 minutes of our time. i like taking pictures, and i like disco balls, and i like shiny things. put me in front of a huge disco mirror wall with bright lights reflecting off it, and i can be kept busy for days.
while at the museum, we did a little of our own installation art. here is one i did that i like to call "untitled no. 47". how about that folks? i'll be selling prints, so let me know if you want one. ;)
and i shall leave my last picture that i took right before i got busted. i really liked the contrast of the rainbow color scheme of the wall with the black and white of my shoes. i had my legs propped up on the arm of the sofa for support as i was taking the picture. security came up and shook their finger at me, and told me i had 9 minutes. hmm... nine minutes for just us? kinda an obscure number. or was the place closing in 9 minutes? strange. at least i got these sweet pictures.

for ryan...

this is to honor my friend, donald r.mcglothlin, who passed away this past week fighting the war in iraq. ryan was 26 years-old and a 2nd Lt. in the united states marine corps. he died nov. 16 from small arms fire while conducting combat operations against enemy forces during operation steel curtain in ubaydi, iraq. he was assigned to battalion landing team 2nd battalion, 1st marine regiment, 13th marine expeditionary unit, I marine expeditionary force, camp pendleton, california.

my heart breaks and mourns along with the rest of his family and friends. may the mercy, goodness, closeness and the soverignty of the Lord Jesus Christ be louder than any sorrow, hurting, and loss we feel. God is good tho i don't understand this world and the crap that goes on in it.

and the celebration begins!!

 

i would just like everyone to know that albert pujols of the st. louis cardinals has won the national league most valuable player. three cheers for my boy! 

and after.

 
 

before...

 

friday night. post work. wedding reception. me and the girls at work got ready at the office and went straight to the reception which was at this lounge called 'the door'. we went out to hail a cab, but to no avail... cabless. as the good Lord would have it, a petty cab rides on up to where we were standing. it's freezing... we're all wearing nice dressy clothing and high heels... why not?! so we are this tourist spectacle from 45th and 5th avenue all the way to 32nd and 9th avenue. i'm sitting on this girls lap with 3 people on the actual seat. the guy seems to be peddling rather fast... no complaints. anyways... the picture with all of us smiling in the rickshaw (outside of the reception) is PRIOR to me FALLING OUT of it. yes... the night i actually wear heels, my heels get caught as i am getting my cell phone and as i am unzipping my jacket. that equasion can only mean that i have zero hands to catch myself. my cell phone flies out of my purse, my purse and shoes fly off my person, and i eat pavement. i am dying of laughter and EVERYONE thinks that i really hurt myself. the second pic here is an AFTER picture. enjoy. i had a blast either way. i just wish i could have been someone else watching so i could have seen it and laughed at myself. my patella hurts...