Month: January 2010

  • Dear Internet

    The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien had its last night on Friday, and I don’t know exactly what to say. I’ve held off on posting about this for the same reason I held off on posting about Haiti and just about every other big news story that ever comes out; there are too many people writing about it, many better than I ever could. After watching Conan’s last show though, I have to say something.

  • “You Don’t Put a Big Girl In a Big Dress”

    Uh oh!  Someone call the fire department, the internet is aflame with scandal over NY Times Style blogger Cathy Horyn Golden Globe post!   Alongside a noticeably distorted photo of Mad Men‘s Christina Hendricks, the blogger summed up her problem with the Christian Siriano gown the actress wore to the Globes by quoting an unnamed stylist: “You don’t put a big girl in a big dress. That’s rule number one.”  Oh really?  I think “Thou shalt not call an attractive female actress ‘big’ and expect to get away with it” just superseded your rule for the number one spot.

  • L.A. Xanga Meet

    The rain was just daring us to have our meet. Thankfully, it was a great success. fLiPgUy31O and snapeful came to pick me up around 3PM yesterday.

  • 40 date ideas

    One of the goals on my “25 things to do before I turn 25″ list is to go on 40 dates with my husband.

    Back when we were first dating, we used to get out and do stuff all the time together, but lately we’ve been spending far too much time at home watching tv or sitting online. The 40-date goal is meant to renew some life excitement for us as well as remind us who we once were and still are, especially post-baby when we’ll be tempted to become more domestic and homely than ever before.

    I will be 24 pretty soon, so I only have about a year in which to complete this goal. So I’m brainstorming now. I am trying to think of date ideas that are both inexpensive and somewhat unique (not just your typical dinner and a movie). Here is a list of ideas, either dates we have gone on that I would love to repeat, or brand new dates I would love to try:

  • Ten Things I Wish Someone Told Me Before I Got Pregnant

    First, let me start off by saying I’m SOOO EXCITED to be having our first child at the end of May.  I feel blessed to have gotten pregnant so quickly despite a PCOS diagnosis.   We wanted to get pregnant, I’m glad I am pregnant, and I would do it again a million times over…

    1) You will be asked (unless maybe if you are a SAHM) MULTIPLE times each day, “How are you feeling?”  While this is a very innocent question, the problem is, there isn’t a right answer.   Let’s review:

    a)      The standard approach “Fine”: followed by, “Really, no morning sickness?” “I was always throwing up every day, you have it SOOO easy” or “Have you gained any weight yet?”  Regardless, you can’t get away with “Fine” “Good” or “Okay” anymore.  It is absolutely necessary, apparently, that all pregnant women share the details.

    b)      The relatively honest yet pleasant approach: “I’ve been pretty tired and a little nauseous”:  this is followed by, “That’s nothing!!  I knew someone who….”  

  • Are you a techno creep? (quiz)

     

    1.  On facebook, do you ever text one of your “friends” and say “Hi!”  and the “friend” says “Hi!” back. and then you have nothing else to say?  (But instead you wait for them to think of something to say back?)

    If YES, give yourself 35 points, if NO, give yourself 0 points.  If it’s someone you know in real life, for a yes, change it to 29 points, if it’s someone you don’t know in real life, if no, change it to 38 points. 

     2.  Have you ever picked up your boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other’s phone when they get a text, and texted back as if you were them? 

    If YES give yourself 20 points.  If NO give yourself 0 points.  If they are in the room with you when you do it, give yourself 19 points, if they are not in the room with you when you do it, give yourself 30 points.

  • Kitchen Dreams

    “I get it,” I said out loud. “I’m dreaming again.”

    I smiled. This was my grandmother’s kitchen when it was still her kitchen. I loved my mom, but I hated the changes she made to Grandma’s favourite room. For my grandmother, the kitchen was not about decoration or color, but function. Almost everything was white or steel. When my mother would pick on her for it, my grandmother said that the only colours that her kitchen needed were found in the food she cooked and the people who visited.

    The curtains had been my mother’s idea. She sewed them, and embroidered the little birds in a bright blue. I did the cherries under her supervision. It started a lifelong love of working with needles; Ken is constantly sitting on some piece I’m knitting or embroidering or something.

    This was how I loved her kitchen. This is how things are supposed to be, I thought. Clean and simple.

  • Stuff My White Boyfriend Says: On Rice

    I’m sure every relationship has its own trials, but coming to a compromise in an interracial relationship is no easy task. My parents are from Hong Kong but having lived in rain-city Vancouver all my life, I often feel like the way I live, talk, and act is neither here nor there. I don’t belong in the group labeled culturally “Chinese” nor do I associate solely with “Canadians”. I am a hybrid of two beautiful cultures.

    With that being said, my boyfriend is Caucasian (because the term “white” is politically incorrect, whatever)

    The other night I was making a dinner of curry and rice for a small-get together. I sent the boyfriend out to buy rice and he comes back with “Western Family Rice”. I then told him that the rice he bought has no flavour, but since we’re having curry with rice, it doesn’t matter. He then said, “all rice tastes the same anyways” To which I replied, “actually no, jasmine rice has a different fragrance than let’s say basmati rice. Besides, some types of rice have more starch than others”

    His rebuttal? “Well all the ones I’ve had tasted the same, so all rice tastes the same.”

    We then proceeded to bicker for 15 minutes about rice.

  • The Xanga Elite

    I have never been a member of an elite group.  I never feel welcomed in the elite circles.

    It isn’t that I feel a rejection when walking with the regular people.  I feel like I am one of them.  But the elitists always leave me with a feeling that I am an outsider.  They sort of have their group and in some way I am left out.

  • Break-up letter to my T.V.

    Dear T.V.,

    I’m terribly sorry I had to do this through a letter, but this will make us both a lot better off.  Well, at least I’ll be better off… This note will be the last memory you’ll ever have of me, I’m done with you because I decided to be with your best friend, Kindle.  I know that may seem kind of low, but really, you have let yourself go lately.  I don’t mean to be harsh, but come on… “The Sing Off” is the last thing I truly enjoyed that was new for both of us.  “American Idol” and “The Biggest Loser” have both gotten old, plus you’re going to be losing “Lost” and “Nip Tuck” this year.  Have you thought about how hard that is on me?