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Feb. 12th, 2009


15 Albums

Well I never thought I'd type this phrase, but... x-posted in [dun dun dunnn] Facebook. But I'm pretty sure Facebook is going to implode one day, so I'd like to keep this one in my LJ for posterity's sake.

15 Albums is the new 25 Things is the new Black.Collapse )

Feb. 8th, 2009


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where ismy journal

Jan. 28th, 2009


Perhaps the best LJ secret ever:

Jan. 25th, 2009


This Weekend = Pooptastic in the best way possible

New Post in HOW TO BE A NEW YORKER. Cliff's notes version: Crunk.

In other news, this weekend was pretty solid. My sister jujukoo  came down from Boston for the weekend. Sister bonding time is always good, unlike sister bondage time, which is just weird and wrong I don't want to think about it. On Friday, I met 3 of her friends, they met one of my friends, and we all ate great Korean food. My friend left, and the remaining five of us went to the most stereotypically Asian thing ever aside from a San Rio store, Karaoke in Koreatown. I thought I was the only Asian person in the entire world who didn't care for Karaoke, but it was actually pretty fun, which has caused me to hate myself and question all of my beliefs. We then went to Brooklyn and I met her friend's hilariously obese cat that was prone to tipping over. I'm allergic to cats, which wasn't very good, and that combined with rampant polite indecision by everyone in the group as to what we were going to do next and a solo 1.5 hour train ride back to Morningside Heights soured the rest of the night.

I took a Zyrtec and woke up drooling all over myself at 3pm the next day unsure how I got in my bed. Zyrtec is like legal GHB with pleasant allergy-relief side effects. It is potent and it scares me. My sister came up to my fakepartment, and three hours later, we left for the East Village to catch DeVotchKa, one of my favorite bands in the entire world, at Webster Hall. The opener, Clare and the Reasons, was a wonderful surprise-- their sound is great, and I might catch them again next week at some show in the Lower East Side if I can peer pressure someone into going with me. Devotchka... no words. Amazing. It was such an energetic, fantastic, and beautiful show that looked kind of like this, if your eyes are slightly near sighted and your vision is grainy, almost like the cameraphone of a Blackberry Curve...

DeVotchKaCollapse )

After the show, after a moderate amount of indecision followed by a bout of fiscal responsibility, my sister and I decided to get a cheap but good bowl of Ramen for a post-concert snack at Rai Rai Ken in the East Village. It's a really narrow, cramped, but homey restaurant that only has an L-shaped counter at which to sit. The restaurant started out empty, but as my sister and I ate our bowls of Ramen, it started filling up. When I was finished, I went to the restroom at the back of the restaurant. When I got back to my chair, I noticed a funny piece of luggage near it and a guy dressed in black about to take my seat, which was fine since we were on our way out anyway. I thought to myself, Who the #@!$ brings luggage to a ramen bar?!, and I looked up to see who the culprit was. I recognized the black shirt because of it's distinctive buttons, and before my eyes reached the guy's face, I knew it was one of the guys in the string section for both Clare and the Reasons and DeVotchKa!

My sister insists he was a viola player, but he could have been a violinist. I don't know. What I do know was that after I awkwardly introduced myself to him and complimented him, we talked for a few minutes, and I found out his name is Todd, and he is ridiculously cute and a really nice guy, and I would probably have his babies if he asked me and assured me long-term financial support. Sometimes I think my life is like that show That's So Raven, because honest to God, half an hour earlier, I was standing 5 feet away from the stage at the concert and imagining meeting a band member or two after the show and having a conversation with them and then making them fall in love with me, and that happened, minus the falling in love with me part. It was a pretty cool night.

Today, my sister and I met up with my parents and went to Jing Fong, an enormous dim sum place in Chinatown. It was delicious. We went at noon, and it's 9:00pm and I have not yet eaten because I am still full of dumplings and shu mai and other random crap that came whizzing around on dim sum carts after my mom aggressively hailed them down. So good.

This might have been the longest entry I've written in months. I am awkward and I don't know how to end this, so I'll leave you with a string of letters that equal a weird awkward sound I would make in real life if I were telling this to you face to face narrrrrrglmmmmmmmmmmmmzrrrrrrrfgggggnnnnnnnnnnnnjjmmmklllllllllllllllazzzzm.

Jan. 1st, 2009


New Year, New Post

How to Be a New Yorker

Cliff's Notes version: I talk about my aversion to the Times Square celebration and my love of the Hellen Keller card in Apples to Apples.

Dec. 24th, 2008



A friend of mine and I got into a friendly argument over whether cooking or baking is the superior culinary process. I am solidly in the baking camp. Baking is like a follow by numbers, except with food. And everyone knows that food tastes way better than paint.

These lovely, massive, dense, delicious, crisp on the outside and chewy/juuust baked on the inside cookies are my current winter break baking specialty. Note: amazingness unable to be fully captured by crappy camera phone.

Cookies!Collapse )

Dec. 2nd, 2008


So *this* is how music is made

Gleefully stolen from the lovely thewindow13!

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

(Of course, I don't know how to read or follow directions, so I did 25 songs. Whatever, the last verse is the best anyway. You'll see.)

Oh the Razorblade
(An original composition)

We're going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes
I've got a cupboard with cans of food
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island
Who knows how long I've loved you?
When someone wants me to listen, I can't.

Wont you look up at the skyline
Oh no, she's not a secret now
Whisper whisper whisper whisper
Meadowlark, fly away down
These walls are paper thin and everyone hears every little sound.

Get lost ugly boy
Lover face, I'll view you as the revolver
I know where the summer goes
I've been waiting for so long
I'm sittin' in the railway station
Camping next to water.

Sweet communist
I want to live where soul meets body
Pay close attention
Let it die
I don't want to.

Please please please
I never said that it was mine
I be the first ever Asian astronaut
You're everybody's second home
I got a faulty parachute

So basically, this is the best song ever.

Nov. 16th, 2008


This is way too early, but--

Unofficial poll (except not the fancy LJ kind, since I don't know how to make one):

What is the best Christmas song of all time?

It's almost Thanksgiving, which means it is THAT MUCH CLOSER TO CHRISTMAS! I have to get my iTunes ready...

Nov. 12th, 2008


What's yours?

I wrote a paper for one of my classes about my identity. I swear, I must have been assigned 9 different versions of this assignment ever since I started college, but I never mind writing it... it's healthy to think about who you are and why you are the way you are from time to time. Too bad this paper doesn't explain my love of Fruit By the Foot or why I have legitimate panic attacks when I see a Build a Bear store. For posterity's sake, I post:

Twinkie?Collapse )

Nov. 10th, 2008


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I think God decided to have my life's trajectory reflect the NYSE this past week

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