Live to eat

diao.
semi-broke.
bored at work.
hungry.
pissed off at my fcked up, broken, POS computer that died.

I ...

have become braindead after started working.
look forward to every weekend.
suck at golf.
want to go home now but my @#*(#$# computer died.
try to play guitar.

I love ...

DC.
fine dining.
Jay's new album.
the color blue.
my family and friends.

I detest ...

winxp.
being tired.
quality assuring.
feeling confused.
paying bills.

Time seemed to be moving in slow motion for the last two weeks. People came visited and went. I tried my best to be a good tour guide, driver, photographer, hotel manager, and event planner. I was constantly in state of perspiration, exhaustion, or hunger. I think I have only been sleeping an average of six hours a day. Somehow I managed to get up to go to work after talking to someone on the phone till 3am. But no doubt, those were the best times.

To come to think of it, I love changes. I love surprises, irregularities, or just anything crazy, even stupid that could screw me over. I love taking adventure, trying out new food, activities, and travelling to new places. I guess that's why I can adapt so quickly. However, it also lead to another sad but true fact - I get sick of things quickly too. Usually something or someone "fresh" could keep me interested for a couple weeks. If I don't develop any feelings nor attachment, or at least some kind of connection after that period, then I'm sorry to say those things are out of my life for good.

Of course there are exceptions to this "shi shin yen jo" habit - many of them. The best example I could give right now is Amy, who is an amazing person I have known for almost five months. In these five months, despite her sarcasm and ability to make me sacrifice one of the most enjoyable things in life - sleep - she has been a good friend, good listener, super fun girl, and just an awesome tour guide. Seeing her is almost like seeing Enya (I can't ever get sick of Enya unless RX9 or 3rd gen RX7 comes out), except she has already pushed Enya down my list a tad bit, maybe more. Besides, I know there is no substitute for Amy so she is the one and only.

On another note, here are some recent pictures.


Beautiful Enya at Georgetown Univ - trying to be artistic.


Not so beautiful squirrel?


After asking a push-cart lady, a cleaning dude, finally the manager "bird" me and took this picture. Why are HK people so rude?! Oh wait, I was born in HK.


Washington Monument at WWII memorial.


Like everyone else, chilling my feet in the foutain. The sign beside the fountain says "Please repect the memorial. No wading and no coins." I guess I wasn't really "wading."


If only I could add "Pittsburgh." After five years of trying to get out of there, I'll be going back again.


I look way too excited hugging that panda. Alex on the right.

*This post is incoherent, messy, meaningless, and poorly written. I can do better, but I can't because I've lost 80% of my English skills after freshman year in CMU. What I want to say is, I haven't written anything like this for a while so I might be a little rusty.

The story starts when I was at LA enjoying the sun and relaxing break with my family.

It was when I planned a schedule for myself while I'm working, to efficiently utilize my time after work. This way, I thought, I would be able to pursue my interests, exercise, and yet get enough sleep for the next day at work. For example, I used to think that I can take some cool classes after work such as swing dancing, photography, or bartending. Ideally, I could also basketball or tennis every once in a while to stay fit. I even left enough time in my schedule to practice my french cuisine skill everyday. Oh, how innocent was I!

When I first started my job, I could say fifty four times a day that work sucks, literally. It is like a blackhole that consumes time and space, leaving nothing but an ugly fear of being helpless like this for the rest of my life. Even worse, work made me dull, lose my memory, and a incredibly boring and bitter person. Dirty dishes started piling up in the sink; unread magazines gradually stacked up on my desk. I realized that I had to change, I had to adapt to the everchanging enviroment, and most importantly, I still had a dream to fulfill!

My dream. It got me thinking for a while about what I wanted to do with my life, about what is my dream. But that is another story I will tell someday.

Changing and adapting, on the other hand, I know for sure that I wouldn't have a problem doing so -- I never did. But it is always the first step that's the hardest, whether it is to know a person, to start writing a program or essay, or even to join the gym and actually go. So I bought cookbooks and started cooking again. Magazines are still stacked up in a pile, but at least it is not growing taller. Hell, I even took golf lessons and planning to take motorcycle lessons. Without noticing, it has been over a month and I'm still healthy and alive! Let's see, today I...

Worked from 9-5 (without falling asleep and only checked cnn.com twice!)
Swam for 30 min after work
Made some simple healthy dinner and watched the Olympics
Played a few minutes of guitar
Played golf
Picked up a friend from the airport
Finally updated my blog!

Basically, every weekday is earn money and stay healthy. Every weekend is partying (in the process, wasting the healthy lifestyle I built during the weekdays) and visiting (or be visited by) friends. Work is still alright, but social life is great and I feel like I have more time to do the things I would like to do.

No, I'm not boasting about my supreme adaptation skillz, nor am I showing off how efficiently I'm utilizing my time. I am just setting up the context (actually more like going on a tangent) of my REAL story, which I will leave for next time because I need to attend to my friend at the moment. =)

ADD-ON to last post: Wei-li is just an imaginery character and not to be mixed up with real-life person.

On a separate note...HOLY JAY!! His new album is so good, much better than his last one IMO.

Golf, as most of the people know, is a very expensive, and even"high-class" sport. CEOs and upper managements play golf in place of business meetings. Presidents and diplomats hit the tee while discussing international affairs. But nowadays, even a poor, "lower-class" college graduate, such as myself, can enjoy the luxury of the crisp feel when hitting the small white ball up and away.

Now, that's great news for average Joes like us. However, I would just like to warn the severe injuries that could be inflicted while attempting to even hit the fcking ball. Not only is golf a voilent sport, but golf can turn even the most patient (wo)man into a crazy, angry lunatic. Here's how.

After learning that his boss plays golf, his dad plays golf, and all the important people in this world play golf, Wei-li decides to buy a set of golf clubs and start playing, hoping that one day he could kiss up to his boss or school his dad. Wei-li strolled into the golf shop and came out over a gran short, a major damanage to his financial health, but nothing beats the self-important feeling of carry a brand new set of irons. He proudly places the clubs into his trunk, glad that he made sure that the bag actualy fits in his trunk.

Here's the best part. Wei-li's shots are good, but not great; consistent, but has room for improvements. So he finds a coach (expensive!) to improve his strokes. The coach turns out to be an arrogant, old bastard who only cares about his career and not his students. Okay he's not that bad, but he totally screwed up Wei-li's shots by -100 yards (80% LESS the distance he used to play). So ever since that first lesson, he practices every other day, spending an hour or more each time to practice his swings.

Two weeks later, no improvements. Instead, he realizes that his right thumb is bleeding, which he couldn't feel a thing anyway because his hands are so numb that he could barely hold a firm grip. 100 balls normally takes 100 swings pre-lesson. Now it takes him 150 swings, not just hitting the ball, but ALSO clubbing the ground. WTF! He pays $6 every other day to wack the ground and hurt himself.

But Alas! God shows mercy on diligent hardworkers like Wei-li. While he was "trying" to hit the ball in the crowded driving range, he, once again, wacks the ground before barely touching the ball. The ball weakly rolls off about 10 yards away as usual, but this time he also sees this thing flying higher and farther than the ball, into the right field. Wei-li blankly stares at his broken/detached/fcked up 7 iron, confused.

First reaction: "SHT!! There goes my hundred bux!"

Then acclamation: "OMFG. That felt damned GOOD."

I've been wanting to do that since my first lesson.

Okay, I'm pissed off. I just wrote a long and possibly eloquent entry. It took me a total of almost 4 hours, and then I eagerly pressed the "publish post" button. Instead of seeing "Publishing post," I saw the dreaded screen of death, "Session Expired." WTF!

But, again, I'd just like to say, DUDEZ! Chill out!! I didn't claim that the previous entry was my work. Nor did I try to be smart for posting an ancient prose hoping that nobody else has seen it. I just came across it and thought I'd like to share some laughters with my buddies, not critism. Thanks for your comments anyway.

Well, I WAS bitching about golf but since I'm done complaining about how my coach messed up my shots, I'll move on to talk about my most eventful weekend this summer.

So I just got back from Philadelphia last nite at 2am! Went to work this morning feeling hungover; actually I still feel like I'm about to pass out. But before I do, I just want to say that it was definitely one of the best times I've had this summer. the weather was awesome, the tour guide was excellent (ahem), and I'm just happy that I went. The huge mall, cheese cake factory, chinatown, Jay Chow (or the lack of), the search for bubble tea, getting lost, South Street, exotic shops, stuck in traffic, art museum, POD, kids collecting pennies in water fountain, mosquito bite, mad scary drive back at midnite, REAL Philly cheese steak, not-so-good Philly cheese steak, Tom Cruise...

Yeah the above might not make any sense because I can barely make sense out of it. Okay, bedtime.

WHAT KIND OF ASIAN ARE YOU?
Young Asians come in many forms. Below are the major categories. Most Asians fit into multiple groups. For example, Rice-boys can also be Fobs and many Tabs are Fobulous. The only groups that are never part of another group are the Twinkies and the Asian-Americans. Claim your Fobbiness! When you see your Asian friend, greet them with "Wassup Fob!" And if your Asian friend says something ridiculous, say "Fob please!" Of course, when a non-Asian calls you a Fob, that is grounds for a fight. Ahahaha... The categories below are to be taken lightheartedly. Read, recognize and laugh.

TWINKIE
- Besides your nationality, there is little to distinguish you from white people
- Your significant other is not Asian and never has been
- You have few Asian friends, if any
- You are embarrassed at family events because you cannot speak your language and everyone has to switch to English to communicate with you
- You have no idea that the other types of Asians on this list even exist
- You think Hello Kitty is dumb and do not know what Sanrio is
- You are the only Asian on this list that does not know what Bubble Tea is
- You drive a Ford or some other domestic car and if you drive a Honda, it is stock.

ASIAN-AMERICAN
- You claim yourself as Asian, but real Asians think you're whitewashed and non-Asians see you as a foreigner. You fit in nowhere
- You have heard of Bubble Tea but have never actually had any
- You are confused about your cultural identity and express this frustration through spoken word performances at your college
- You read A. magazine and think it's great
- You do not know who Leon, Aaron, Sammi, Hikki, or Kangta are
- You are only vaguely aware of the other Asians below

FOB (FRESH OFF THE BOAT)

- You were not born in America
- You know who Leon, Aaron, Sammi, Hikki, and Kangta are. In fact, you have seen them at Atlantic City or Las Vegas recently
- You speak your native language fluently and so do all your friends
- You do not have any non-Asian friends
- Your parents do not speak any English
- When you speak English, you like to make everything plural
- You get extremely good grades in school
- You cannot dance
- Your fashion sense comes from whatever country you're from and you incorporate nothing from American fashion into your wardrobe

SUPER FOB

- Your command of the English language is minimal and you don't care
- You like dim sum chicken feet
- You do not own a single CD, VCD, Video game, or DVD that isn't bootlegged
- Your only hangout is Chinatown
- All the lights in your house are fluorescent
- You dry your cloths outside your window
- You need a haircut
- You either smell like cigarettes or foodFobabee
- You are an Asian-American or Twinkie who has recently "awoken"
- You have a newly found fetish of Asian girls/boys
- You have taken the Asian Studies course at college
- You are trying to learn as much as possible about your culture to make up for your lifetime of trying to be white (Twinkie ; Banana) or Black (Chigger; Thousand year old egg)
- If you are lucky, you will grow to become Fobulous

GANGSTA FOB
- You have shot another Asian
- Your favorite hangout is a pool hall
- When you talk, you sound like a cross between a Fob and an urban black kid
- Your hair looks silly, but no one will tell you because you'll shoot them
- You have a serious gambling problem
- You are a Rice-boy, but your mods are cheap and are never painted to match the rest of your car
- No one tells you your rice ride looks cheap because you'll shoot them
- You want to have a Tab girlfriend, but can only get Hoochie Tabs

TAB (TRENDY ASIAN BEYATCH)

- You shop at A/X, Bebe, Banana Republic and Club Monaco
- You only wear black and will occasionally wear white to "mix it up"
- You do not weigh more than 105 lbs
- You have never paid for dinner at a restaurant in your life
- Platform heels are your favorite
- You are a makeup expert, in fact, you appear completely flawless
- You do not smile in public
- You are the object of desire of all Asian men and you know it
- You smoke
- Your cell phone is completely customized
- On the inside flip of your cell phone is a sticker pic of you and your man
- Somewhere in your purse is a Sanrio item
- You only date Asian and will only date a boy with a nice car
- You are often seen with Rice-boys
- You never travel alone. You are either in the company of other Tabs or your Rice-boy boyfriend

HOOCHIE TAB (TRENDY ASIAN BEYATCH)

- You are an import car model
- Your boobs are not real
- There are naked pictures of you floating around on the internet somewhere
- Stiletto heels are your favorite
- Your role models are Francine Dee, Kaila Yu and TILA
- Your boyfriend is a Gangsta Fob
- You cheat on your boyfriend
- Unlike most Asians, you do not do well in school

RICE BOY

- You drive an Asian import. Usually a Honda or Acura
- Your souped up car (known as a Rice-ride or Rice-rocket) is unrecognizable from it's original stock form
- Your exhaust pipe is big enough for your head to fit in
- The spoiler on your car looks like it was made by Boeing
- The interior of your car also looks like it was designed by Boeing
- You always drive like you are racing someone
- You are not afraid of dying in a crash, but you are afraid of speed bumps and parking lot on-ramps
- The only other person besides yourself who can sit in your car is your 105 lbs Tab girlfriend. If anyone else sits in your car, the entire bottom of it will be touching the ground
- Even though your car is a Honda, it goes faster and is worth more than a Lotus Esprit
- If you drive a Civic, your dream car is a Supra. If you drive a Supra or a Skyline GT-R (which you can never have). Poor Rice-boy.

FOBULOUS

- You speak perfect English and you are fluent in your native language
- You have Asian friends as well as non-Asian friends
- You listen to Asian pop as well as American music
- You are equally aware of both popular American culture and Asian pop culture
- You are a good dancer
- You date Asian by choice even though you could rock the opposite sex of any other race
- You are a good designer and have superior Html skills
- You have an Apt107 page AND an AA page and the guest books in both are packed
- For you, FOB stands for Fabulous Oriental Being
- You have lots of Asian pride