There comes a time, when one decides a vacation is due.  That time is now.  After summer classes and working full time, I think I deserve a break  Don't get me wrong, I loved summer classes (ref: ethan hawke look-alike professor) and my internship, but I miss my naps dearly.  And here we are, with my passion for lists, a new one for you dedicated fans.. *wink*

Knowledge I've acquired (or has been affirmed) at work thus far:

1.)  I need a rich bf (to take me to Le Bernardin), a french bf (to learn french naturally), or both

2.) People like it better when you actually remember their names...

3.) Your elders envy your youth, especially when you rub it in their face.

4.) Homosexual males are much better at complimenting shoes (and yes, they do know their designers)

5.) Every now and then, people need a reminder not to abuse the intern.

6.) Just because a man is in the fashion industry, it doesn't mean he's gay.  It could be he's European. (Those tricky bastards)

7.) When in doubt, just take something from the sample closet.

8.) Raising your hand at the office when you have a question just looks stupid.

9.) Look forward to birthdays.  There's always free cake.

10.) Gossip is fun for people of all ages.  And it's a great time waster.  =)

Also, if you wait for the song to load, it's Ken Oak's "End Credits".  Mark my words, it's a name you should all remember.  This is one extremely talented guy.  I expect eprops ppl, for finally updating.  Hehehe. 

Instead of posting a proper entry, I leave you with this:

Random insight into my life

Current Clothes: CK PJs
Current Mood: strangely alert but contemplating if I should return to my bed that is beckoning for me
Current Music: my winamp playlist; latest addition: Ken Oak (think: Asian John Mayer)
Current Taste: morning breath, lovely
Current Hair: I am in need of a change
Current Annoyance: countless, but I was wondering why is it I wake earlier when I don’t have class?
Current Smell: non-scented
Current thing I ought to be doing: sleeping.
Current Desktop Picture: a tiled Edison
Current Favorite Artist: Chris Pascheke (but only because I ordered two of his prints last night)
Current Favorite Group: group of what?
Current Book: Le Divorce.
Current CD in CD Player: Savage Garden – Affirmation; back to the greatest
Current Color Of Toenails: my toenails are naked
Current Refreshment: music
Current Worry: summer employment/plans/travel, etc.
Current Crush: how incriminating
Current Favorite Celebrity: Kate Hudson, she’s gorgeous

LAST PERSON...

You Touched: my Ethan Hawke look-alike professor (not in that way, okay?)
You Talked to: Birdie
You Hugged: I don’t really hug… my brother when he left?
You Instant messaged: Birdie again, after she accused me of wanting to “hit” on my professor, I had to defend myself.
You Yelled At: the Verizon customer service representatives
You Had A Crush On: EDISON? Wait, he’s current, damn.
Who Broke Your Heart: the Ligne Roset salesperson informing me my sofa wouldn’t be in until the end of the month, thus forcing me to continue sitting on my blankets, whilst watching tv

FAVORITE...

Food: bagels (they have saved me from starvation on multiple occasions)
Drink: Shirley Temple (‘cause I’m 5)
Color: lilac
Album: a burnt CD compilation, but I don’t suppose that constitutes as an album
Shoes: my Barneys pair (so adorable)
Candy: anything chocolate, My name is Rosa and I am an addict (first step to recovery, no?)
Movie: Dream for an Insomniac
Song: TMD- Savage Garden
Vegetable: lettuce
Fruit: clementines and bananas and mangos (Taiwan only)

ARE YOU...

Understanding: I understand that some people are inherently slow
Open-minded: not particularly, except to homosexuals, but I suppose that’s simply because of my surroundings
Arrogant: I don’t think anyone would use that to describe me, not to my face anyways
Insecure: at times
Interesting: by interesting, do you mean strangely unique?
Hungry: not at the moment, but I could be due for a bagel in an hour.
Friendly: yes, especially to salespeople who are freakishly bubbly
Smart: only at FIT, only at FIT
Childish: I sound like I’m 5, act like I’m 6, and play like I’m 4
Independent: for the most part (excluding: financially)
Hard working: hardly
Organized: of course, I’m anal
Healthy: I’m living and breathing
Emotionally Stable: for the most part, until someone pisses me off and I have the need to dispose of them immediately
Shy: I am… Sometimes…. As Dennis put it, “Shy?!? Hahaha, Yeah right.”
Difficult: YES
Attractive: as cruel as the world is, only to those I am not attracted to
Bored Easily: I have the attention span of a goldfish (3 seconds, a Snapple cap can confirm that)
Messy: only when need be (definition of “need be”: after changing 4 times in the morning and then rushing out the door to the shuttle)
Thirsty: I drink a lot, I think it’s genetic as my brothers do too
Responsible: I would say… more responsible than most of those I know
Obsessed: with myself? with Edison? with hot hapas? with myself? YES
Angry: No, I don’t believe in youth angst
Sad: only when I think about having to sit on the floor for the rest of the month
Happy: on some level
Trusting: only in a few select individuals
Ill: I don’t know.  In slang, I believe “ill” is a good thing, no? I can’t keep up.
Talkative: MymommysaysI’mloquaciousnowaitshedidn’tsaythatshesaidbequietsoIsupposesobutI’mnotsurewhy?
Legal: over 18, yes… over 21, no..
Original: no, I like to steal ideas and thoughts, although I call it “exposing it to others” or “recycling”
Ignored: I don’t let that happen
Reliable: yes, when I don’t forget to be
Content: not until I reach perfection (I’m nowhere near there yet, okay?)
Optimistic: yes
Deep thinker: if deep is “Wow, my professor looks like Ethan Hawke.”
Self-disciplined: yeah, but then again, I was forced to be, so hmm… quite the contridiction
Sleepy: only before I sleep or nap
Lonely: when I watch shows like “InStyle: Celebrity Weddings” and think, “I want to get married.  But maybe it’s for the wedding, not for the lifetime partner.”

WHO DO YOU WANT TO...

Kill: I can't list them all, that'd be categorized under "incriminating evidence" if I'm ever on trial
Slap: That’d be fun.  I want to slap someone.  Anyone will do, I’m not picky.
Get Really Wasted With: I’m sorry.  I don’t get wasted.  But I can’t say I wouldn’t take advantage of say, Edison if he were to in my presence.
Tickle: my baby cousin, she laughs like a dork, it’s adorable
Look Like: Devon Aoki
Be Like: Vera Wang, she has everything I want
Talk to: anyone who’s awake, which is no one
Talk To Online: I don’t think there is anyone online

That is all.  It seems like a pathetic excuse for an entry.  But as some of you might know, I enjoy lists and even better yet, a list about myself.  I shall return to bed now.  Good bye.

It could have been the fact that others went through the trouble of creating a more aesthetically pleasing site for me.  Maybe it could have been the fact that I now feel an obligation to actually “update” this site.  Or it could have been I felt an obligation to bring the world of Xanga an entry that doesn’t bore readers with mindless information of what one did in the past 24 hours.  If anything, it’s probably a combination of the above, but here I am now (as requested) updating and hopefully not causing a mind coma to those in summer vacation mode. 

There have been several events in the past week or so that have made me believe I’m on the brink of sanity (i.e. moving a mere 20 blocks, a motel-like atmosphere in my apartment this past weekend, girls who are innately going to be unhappy with their lives and expect others to mend it for them, etc.).  But I still managed to enjoy it and take everything in stride.  On another note (that’s completely irrelevant), I just read a passage that sums up exactly what I thought of the Matrix: Reloaded:

“If you ignore the wanky philosophy-lite that the writers have annoyingly wedged in between action set-pieces that are a blatant mechanism to make an already culty film more nerdy and culty, what you have left is an exciting film with some of the most amazing-bordering-on-gay effects you will have seen.”

The review actually comes from a random stranger that inspired my recent path to self-improvement through the written word.  Honestly, I don’t understand when the line between proper English and Ebonics was crossed.  Even the evolution (or regression) of language has completely dumbfounded me.  I leave you with this thought:  Since when did spelling incorrectly or the inability to put words together to form a sentence become socially acceptable, or better yet, cool?