Well, it has been a great 2 1/2 year run. The time has come for me to move on to a new place. I'm going to find me a new home, a new start.
It is also time for me to let go of my beloved UBC sweater. I milked it baby. I milked it. It's been through thick and thin. Folks made fun of it, belittled it. "err, is that United Colors of Benetton but spelt wrong?" "No, it's actually my alma mater, University of Billion Chinese". Get it right hommie! Goodbye my lovely UBC PJ's. I'll miss you.
Another year, another year older, another year gone
Please forgive me Doctor for I have sinned
I recently had a routine eye exam with my ophthomologist whom I have a flirtatious relationship with. He's a young Chinese doctor who is already married with probably a few wholesome kids and at least one adopted Somalian child. Actually, I have no idea what his personal life is like, I don't ask, he doesn't tell. But he likes to keep tabs on mine, he asks about my work, friends and just about everything. The only problem is that he talks pretty fast and my lowly-lit brain can't catch everything he's babbling about. This following conversation took place as he was adjusting the lenses on this huge apparatus on my face.
Dr: So are you still going up to Vancouver a lot to see your family? Me: No, not really anymore. Dr: Can you read me what it says on the wall? Which is better lens 1 or 2? <turns away towards the counter to jot something down> So, you chimkdjaldjoieurowoip... huh? Me: ..... <can't decide if lens 1 or 2 is better> Dr: See, that's what always happens! Lens 3 or 4? Me: Yes I guess so. <yah, I guess my eyes did get worse> Lens 4. Dr: See when you get a boyfriend, that's what always happens. You become too busy for your family. So who is he? Are you guys still together? How about 5? Is 6 better? Me: ....<the wheels in my head turning faster than normal, just discovering where the misundrstanding took place> Dr: Oh I guess not.... Well that's too bad. Me: ..... <should I stop this lie now?> Dr: What does your roomate think of him? Me: ......<It's too late now> Dr: Oh man, that means she hates the guy! haha... Me: hahaha...
Oops, Sorry Juyun, I have made you into an accomplice in this big lie I just created. haha. Innocent eyes~ Forgibe me. He's so going to ask you why you don't like my ex-boyfriend, and you have to think on your feet fast!
New Years in New York!
My Favorite part of New York
New and Old Friends
But I miss her the most (sorry guys):
E-Harmonized
Friends have been encouraging me to try online dating for some time now. I have one friend who actually set a profile up for me. I was browsing through E-harmony when my finger disobeyed me and clicked on "Free profiling" It was then that I was de-virginized into the world of online dating. I did their marathon-questionaire and found out that only 4 guys in the state of Washington were compatible with me. Four lousy guys. And that's the result I got with my fudged answers during their questionaire. Mayday mayday! And this one dude whom I got matched up with immediately rejected any form of communication with me. Way to go "Todd from Bellevue Washington", you hurt my feelings.
Currently Watching Broken English By Parker Posey, Drea de Matteo, Tim Guinee, Gena Rowlands, Peter Bogdanovich see related
When I make it on to Jeopardy!, I will exchange a friendly banter with Alex Trebek:
A: So Rae, you are originally from Vancouver, British Columbia.
R: Why yes Alex, a true Canuck, like yourself *smile*
A: Then you moved to Seattle, why?
R: Well Alex, I moved for a job, I’m a pharmacist you see, a legit drug dealer. Har har har.
It will sound better in real life, trust me.
I even have an acceptance speech prepared for an award of some kind. It doesn’t matter what I’ll be recognized for, what matters is that I will be on stage while the other nominees hate on me. As I grip my trophy harder than Bob Dole’s pencil, I will drop a few line of thanx to my single mum and my halmanee who helped raise me.I will admit that a fatherless childhood was hard, but it only made me into a more eccentric individual who loves whatever it is I’m winning the award for. This will naturally bring tears to my eyes since I’m an innate sucker for any family matters.I will do the ugly-crying then maybe throw some kisses to the big man upstairs.Afterall, he needs to be thanked for creating such an awesome person like myself.
Speaking of winning, me and my partner in crime (JUJU) have entered a Nutcracker Ballet contest and we WON.Yes, we won 4 free tickets!!!!!!The end product was sub-par to say the least, but thank god for the low turnout.(We were supposed to decorate these characters and paste them onto the stage.)
PS: As I reflect on 2007, I have come to understand that as we get older, we experience a little bit more of everything. We experience more happiness, different company, anger, loss, and even profound sadness.I will remember 2007 as a year where I began to take an exit out of my shell, and where I began to embrace the psychotic freak in me. First time trying Xanax, buying pink lingerie, losing faith, finding darkness and light, seeing my nephew for the first time.Some old friends that have been lost, and the new ones that I’ve met. The forever exchange of people that are in and out of my life.
2007 will also be remembered as the year when we lost a very special guy.
PPS:Please everyone don’t drink and drive and stay indoors if it’s snowing badly!
Generally speaking, asians suck at driving. Specifically the Chinese race. Man, they have some major gene defect that disables them from driving competently.
Someone who is worse than a Chinese driver is a Chinese woman driver. This is what I call God's definiton of genetically disfavorable double whammy.
Now I'm not an ultra-awesome driver either but I think I can sleep comfortably at night knowing no matter how aweful I may be, there's always going to be a Chinese girl worse than me. MOOhahaha.
Rule of thumb I have developed is: Never follow a Japanese car full of stuffed animals in the rear window. The more toys they have, the worse their driving ability. I come from Vancouver (aka: HONG-couver) where the roads are filled with diverse hongers. Now there are slow drivers and there are those fast ricers. Ricers need to drive slower. Driving fast and recklessly do not overcome genetical defects.
Sometimes I honk at Chinese drivers because... well, they just suck at driving. The only time I forgive and hold back is when they're over the age of 65, and when they're driving a Hyundai.
