Month: February 2003

  • I am now playing 50 cent's In the Club....at work...kekeke...but very softly...so only i can hear it.  it is FRIIIDAY!!! Go short it's yo birfday!!!


    Anyhow, i was telling my coworker how I met my very good friend...it's kind of a funny story...well not really on my part...but my very good friend thinks it's funny.  It all started during a retreat 3 summers ago.  We were put in the same small group (group 7-up yours!!!!).  For some reason, there were only 2 girls among 7 guys, with thedrewsky being our fearless and often frustrated leader. 


    Our first run in happened during the making of our group poster.  My very good friend had drawn something i found to be offensive, so i just crossed it out with a black crayon.  He, in turn, crossed out my picture of a drunk pikachu (i forget why i drew that).  But it's ok, I let that go.


    THEN, the last day, during our last group lunch, I left my seat to get something...and get back and my lunch is GONE. like the whole tray.  I look everywhere and i can't find it.  I look at my fellow female group member for help..she just shrugs (grrrr).  Finally, someone points to a table on the other side of the room with one lone lunch tray on it.  I go to retrieve my lunch and when i'm about to sit down, I find SALT all over my chair.


    And since I'm an alphagurl, I'm not going to just smile politely, giggle and brush off the salt.  I brushed off the salt, grabbed the pepper shaker and sprinkled in on his head.  kekeke.  he grabbed the salt shaker and sprinkled back.  So for the next hour or so, we played salt n' pepper tag...trying to best the other one.  I finally got him good when my fellow female group member decided to help me.  We grabbed a napkin...FILLED it with pepper...snuck up behind me and poured it ALL over his hair. AAAAW yeah.


    But then my very good friend grabbed a big cup of water and proceeded to chase me around with it (i was wearing a white shirt) when our fearless group leader stepped in.  he stepped in between us and told my very good friend to pour the water on him instead of me.  AAAW...GOOO drewsky.  But alas, that didn't work...and i ended up with water all over the front of my pants. 


    And so that's how we met.  Lovely huh? And now he's my boyfriend :)

  • So, yesterday, my very good friend took our rabbits to get spayed and nuetered.  So he dropped them off in the morning...and in the afternoon he went to pick them up.  Turns out, the veterinarian had a little surprise for him.  This whole time we were afraid that Sephora would be pregnant because Nestle had been humping her day and night.  So the vet tells my very good friend that he was getting ready to spay Sephora...when he found....A LITTLE PENIS.  Sephora is a BOY.  We had TWO boys the whole time (apparently, one gay, and one straight).  So sorry, jeyi99, no babies for you.

  • i LOVE all you can eat places.  It's the BEST!  Last last weekend, my very good friend, his best friend and I went to an all you can eat shushi place.  Between the three of us, we ordered mebbe 18 rolls...that's approximately 108 pieces...plus some extra pieces of sushi.  So we all ate an average of about 38 pieces each.  I think I ate a little less than 38, and I think my very good friend ate a little more.  But not bad for a little asian girl.  Yeah...you know it was good eating when you can't stand straight up after the meal is over.  I walked hunched over for the next hour or so.  (I also couldn't buckle the belt part of my jacket!!!).  AW yeah.


    So this weekend, I am taking my very good friend out...and we are going to Churrascaria Plataforma...Brazilian bbq...and ALL YOU CAN EAT MEAT (and salad bar, but who cares about that)!!!  It's like HEAVEN.  A pricey heaven, but heaven nonetheless.


    We WERE going to go to Gramercy Tavern...just because of the reputation...but then I realized, hey, i don't even like American cuisine (except SOUL FOOD...now THAT'S food) all that much.  AND i'd be paying over $20 for a tiny little steak on a REALLY BIG PLATE with lotsa sauce drizzle.  And no matter how GREAT people claim their food to be, I know i'd be disappointed at the end (just like that FRENCH restaurant).  I like food to have FLAVA...some KICK....some SPICE.  I even find Italian food sorta bland.  So for the same amount I'd spend at Gramercy Tavern,  I could get MANY steaks...all cooked differently...oh, and i can get PORK...and CHICKEN...and salad...


    Are there any other all you can eat places in the city? if you know of any, let me know.  oink oink.

  • Well...since I told you about my "first" rumble...I will tell you all a little secret.  It was not my first rumble. OOOOH.  I had many more before...well not many, just one...sort of...i don't even know if it counts as a rumble.


    OK...I will take you all back to third grade...at PS 131Q.  I don't think any of you knew me back then.  Anyhow, I was friends with this one girl, who for some reason, everyone picked on (she went on to become one of the "popular girls" in HS).  She had told me that she thought i was her best friend, even though we were vying for the affection of the same boy (I won!!!).  Aaaaaw. 


    anyhow, i digress.  So all the boys in our class loved to play this little game during recess.  They would wait til she stood by the fence, then they would get a running start and hurl themselves into her. (how do boys think of doing things like that).  They would all take turns and do it for ALL of recess.  Luckily, she was tall for her age, and the boys were scrawny, so it was like being hit by mosquitos. 


    But i felt bad for her...so i stood there and waited for the next guy to come running.  Then at the last minute, i nonchalantly held my leg up high enough so that the boy's gonads would collide with my foot.  yeah...needless to say, it took him a while to get up.


    so, that was my FIRST real rumble. hahahaha. 

  • Well...time to blog about my very eventful valentine's day weekend.  friday and saturday...went to mohegan sun.  lost money.  BAD. but my very good friend managed to win most of it back with the slot machines!!! GOOD!! Got lotsa free coupons for the buffets there (thanks to my very good friend's aunt) GOOD!!! but the lines were SOOOO incredibly long.  BAD!!! So instead, we ate fried chicken and subs...and spent the remaining coupons on Godivas, candy and Linus the Lion.  GOOD, GOOD and GOOD!!! General outcome: GOOD!!!


    On Sunday, I experienced my very first rumble...sorta.  I was on the NJ Transit with my very good friend.  then an old, fat, somewhat insane/drunk white man got on.  starting hitting on a group of white HS girls sitting next to us ("hi there, you girls have nice hair...what are your names?"...the girls proceed to tell him their names and the neighborhood in which they live.  stupid).  anyhow, the white guy then starts harrassing this black kid, saying the black kid bumped into him.  but crazy guy decided to back down. 


    Then he started backing his ass into my very good friend (he sat in the aisle).  My very good friend had his elbow out to block the fat ass.  and the guy felt the elbow and turned around. My very good friend told the white guy he bumped into him.  The white guy glares at us, walks down a little and asks, "so? what are you gonna do about it?" my very good friend didn't say anything.  The white guy asks again and then goes, "yeah, then shut the F*** up"


    My very good friend tells the man that he will not shut up since the man bumped into him, and then calls him a mofo.  Then the man got REALLY mad and started asking what his mother ever did to us.  (at this time, my very good friend and I were sitting, and the man was standing over us).  The man then leans his arm on the chair in front of us and balls his hands into a fist.  At this time i'm afraid that the crazy man will punch my very good friend in the face.  My very good friend realizes the same thing and stands up. 


    They stare at each other for a little bit, then the crazy guy wraps his arms around my very good friend's neck and starts pulling him out into the aisle.  My very good friend manages to throw the guy down (GOOOO yellow belt!).  but on his way down, the crazy guy grabbed my very good friend's hood and rips his fingernails into the skin by his ears.  and they both go down.  my very good friend gets up and the crazy guy is still on his back, kicking upwards with his feet like a baby.  Somehow in all of this, the crazy guy manages to kick ME in the shin. 


    Meanwhile, a black guy had stepped in front of my very good friend and was holding him back.  he told my very good friend, "go get your girl and leave".  But i was too busy trying kicking the crazy guy back and telling him to get off my very good friend. i was mad.  he KICKED me. HARD.  i had a nasty BRUISE.  Anyhow, this other white man managed to hold the crazy white guy back and get him off the train.  meanwhile, the crazy guy was telling us he'd kill us...and was calling us korean assholes. The crazy guy had pulled on my very good friend so hard that his hood part had ripped completely off his hoodie.  and he had footprint marks allover.  and fingernail cuts by his ear. oh and he got a bruise on his shin too. 


    but most of the people were cool.  A lot of them came by and asked if my very good friend was okay.  And this black couple was cheering me on.  BUT, there was this one annoying father, who had a young daughter.  he stood there, holding his daughter, watching the whole thing.  Then, AFTER he was done watching, he decided it was time to book to another car.  As he walked by, he turned to us and said sarcastically, "good work.  great going, guys, now my daugher's scared".  As if it was OUR fault that we were being assaulted.  He could've left as soon as he heard the man yelling at us.  But no, he stayed to watch the WHOLE thing...and letting his daughter watch the whole thing. 


    but I'm proud of my very good friend.  He said that after they both went down, (my very good friend had him pinned down) he soooo wanted to punch the guy..and he could've easily messed up the crazy guy...but something held him back.  and he just got up and didn't hurt the guy.  And he's the better man for it.  We think the crazy guy decided to pick a fight with my very good friend because he was Asian.  and the stereotypically easier target (compared to the black kid).  The crazy guy definitely did not think too highly of asian since he was hurling racial slurs at us.  But it was some sort of craziness that night. 

  • For all of you who are against war in Iraq, there is a march on Feb. 15


    But anyhow, my very good friend and I are going to get a SLR camera! YAY! (no digicam, jeyi99!).  We're looking at the Canon Rebel 2000 cuz it was recommended to us by lotsa photo people.



    And the price isn't TOO bad.  Around $300-350.  Unless we invest in some NICE lenses...LEICA?!! hee hee. nah. we PO' FOLK.  We'll make do with something less til we get REALLY good. 


    Or mebbe the Nikon N80...but that's expensive



    I'm so excited! I can't wait to get it! I wanna get macro lenses.  That way i can take lotsa up close pictures of my hamsters.  They're SOOOO cute. I used to make a certain relative of mine hold our floor lamp over the hamsters' cage so that I could get clear shots of them.  Hee hee....but it's still not close enough.  I wanna be able to see up their little noses. 

  • Big pet peeve: when people are STILL using grades to compare themselves to other people.  C'mon now, we're all adults...are you going to live your whole life quoting your High School cumulative average?  Grades mean nothing.  It helps you to get into a good graduate school...but does it really say anything about you? NO. 


    For example, since people are comparing HS averages, I will state mine.  91.  YES, ninety ONE...just ONE.  not, FIVE or SIX, or SEVEN.  ONE.  But yeah, I know all the Stuy alums (with the exception of Buddhaman, cuz i know he don't care)are now thinking, yeah, i got better grades than her; I'm smarter.  That's why i didn't like Stuy so much.  I hated all these people who couldn't help but ask, "what did you get?" after every exam.  SHUT UP! 


    I've seen the course loads of some of people who did "well".  I coulda gotten that kind of average if I took those classes too.  I think I'm of average intelligence. I don't think that i'm supersmart, but i am one to test my limits...and I took the hardest, toughest workload i could get away with, even if I knew I couldn't completely handle it.  I took both chemistry and physics in one year.  I took both pre-calc and CalculusBC in one year.  I even went the distance and took Multivariable calculus and Differential equations in High School.  This is in addition to the "normal" AP classes that all Stuy students took.  I had a 0-8, no lunch class schedule every semester.  I did Sing! every spring and X-country in the Fall. 


    And you know what? i didn't ace all my classes.  I knew that going in...I knew it would bring down my average, but that didn't stop me from taking them.  I just wanted to see if I could do it.  And i did it.  I hung in there, one tiny notch below the math team kids.  Your grades are nothing but what the teachers think of you.  So all of you who think, 'oh, i did better than her' ask yourself, did I learn more than her? Did I push myself harder than her? Did I challenge myself more than her?  THAT's what learning and education is all about.  Pushing your limits and trying things even if you don't get an A

  • come see pics of my CUUUUUTE niece (sorta niece...my cousin's daughter...what is that called?)


    anneka


    but i realized, i never gave my review about the French brasserie I ate at last week.  My first time eating French food.  Well...for appetizers, i had seared scallops with guacamole.  Hmmmm...sorta good...never realized guacamole was FRENCH?  I guess I coulda opted to get the classic french apetizer, pate.  but nah.  i don't care if it's french, i hate liver.


    For my entree i had braised beef in red wine sauce with pasta.  sounds good huh? yeah it's pretty deceiving; I was fooled too.  i was like hmmmm...this tastes exactly like beef noodle soup, except that it's served on a plate and it's not so soupy. 


    And for dessert...fritters with vanilla ice cream.  ok the dessert i liked. Mmmmm....vanilla ice cream is always good...except it gave me gas later on...DARN me and my lactose intolerance.


    So, in conclusion.   $20.03 for a Mexican apetizer...a Chinese Entree and a yummy dessert?  I shoulda just eaten at Taco Bell, NY Noodletown and Serendipity's. BOOOO to French food. 

  • kekeke i copied lilgurl.  take my quiz too (i screwed up the choices on one of the questions tho.  everyone gets 10 free points. hee hee hee)


    nothing makes the work day better than turning on the radio (i use headphones...no out loud music allowed) and hearing some old school De La Soul. AAAAW yeah.


    Oh, and the NBA replied to my email regarding Shaq's comments. YAYAYAY!! i am RECOGNIZED!!!


    We are responding to your recent e-mail to the National Basketball
    Association.

    Shaquille O'Neal's remarks toward Yao Ming were in poor taste and
    insensitive, though not mean-spirited. Upon learning of the comments,
    we
    contacted the Lakers and O'Neal, and he has issued an apology to Yao,
    which
    was accepted. We believe that O'Neal and all NBA players have learned
    important lessons, emerging from this experience with heightened
    sensitivity. We have decided that no further action needs to be taken
    by
    the league.

    As we continue to attract the best players (and fans) from around the
    world, the NBA will continue to educate and enlighten our players,
    coaches
    and staff about all the different cultures and races represented in the
    league.

    Thank you for your interest in the NBA.

    GOOOOOOOOOOOO little Asian girls!!!

  • This is going to be a LONG venting blog...Let me once again reiterate how much a HATE my lab.  I took Friday off for Chinese New Year's, as did all the Chinese people in the lab.  So I check my email this morning, and I had gotten a nasty email from our new lab manager (who's only a year older than me, but thinks she's hot stuff cuz she's the manager...even tho all she really does is paperwork).  She writes:


    "Jen,
    Did you come to work today? "B" (My sort of boss here in NY....not my real boss) was not aware that you would be out today and neither was I.
    Are you sick.

    come talk to me about this on Monday. 

    -"R""


    FIRST of all, i had already TOLD "B" that i would not be in today, even thought she's not my real boss.  But she's a blond bimbo biatch and I'm sure she did not remember.  She doesn't even remember when she's supposed to meet me to go over her own data.


    SECOND of all...what does it matter to the lab manager if i'm there or not.  Unlike other professions, the lab manager doesn't really manage the technicians and post docs, etc.  She's just a fellow employee.  They just take care of the paperwork, and ordering supplies and stuff like that.  The techs and post docs work under their PI's (private investigators) and they answer to them.  So if you're going to be out, you tell your PI. 


    THIRD of all, I am SURE that I am the only one that got a nasty email.  I think the lab manager dislikes me for some reason.  She thinks that i don't pull my weight in the lab because i'm never in the lab.  I tried explaining to her that i do most of my work at LARC and i'm there for hours....HOURS.  Most people spend several hours a WEEK at LARC at most.  I'm there hours a DAY...because my sorta boss has 350 mouse cages...avg, 4 mice a cage.  And then my real boss has 170 cages.  That's 520 cages total,and growing, that I'm taking care of.  Everyone else has under 100 cages.  It's totally insane for me to be taking care of that many mice.  When my real boss was still here, he had TWO technicians taking care of his formerly 400 cages. 


    The deal that my real boss worked out is that I help out this woman with her mice in exchange for me staying at the lab and continuing his ongoing experiments while he's starting his new lab in Ohio.  The key word is HELP OUT the woman...not do all her freakin work.  I was supposed to wean and get DNA from the mice.  And that's it.  I'm supposed to spend 15% of my time on her work.  But NOOOO, I end up weaning, getting DNA, processing the DNA, then running PCR's and genotyping the DNA, and doing whatever necessary assays for her.  That's a good 90% of her work.  She has not touched her lab bench in MONTHS.  She just sits in her office "reading scientific articles" and "writing grants".  Which means nothing. 


    AND the lab manager knows EXACTLY what's going on.  SHe noticed too that my she-boss doesn't do anything, so she asked me about it.  And i told her exactly what's going on.  And the lab manager would say all this bad stuff about "B".  BUT, when "B" is around, she'll kiss her ass and lecture me or call me out on stuff, as if I'm not doing any work  because "B" is an MD and has higher status than me or whatever. 


    ok, FOURTH of all...(told you this was long), the freaking Jewish people have SOOOO many holiday, aside from the national ones.  And they're ALWAYS taking days off...especially in the Fall.  And oh, that's ok.  The lab manager is totally peachy with that.  She'll even saunter over and sweetly ask, "oh, how was your holiday?".  But noooo, with me, it's different, 'hmmmm....the chink's gone.  WHERE IS THAT LAZY CHINK?  Let me ask everyone in the lab where she is.  No one knows.  Let me now write her a nasty email and tell her to report to me because I'm the MANAGER." 


    They've all taken their vacation time all at once, so they would take 2-3 weeks off at a time, which is fine...cuz they can do whatever thye want with thier holiday time.  But I chose not to...well, not really chose...but I CAN'T cuz if I did take that much time off, I'd have a BIG mouse mess on my hands when I got back.  I freakin even had to go into work during our Christmas break to take care of my mice. 


    So, basically, I hate everyone at the lab.  Especially my she-boss and "R".  Maybe she doesn't like me cuz i don't kiss her ass and pretend to be interested in her stories about her composer bofriend who she talks incessantly about.  The lab was totally different my first year at the lab.  Our lab had a totally different layout...and I shared a room with only people who worked with my real boss.  And we had the best time, blasting the stereo and singing and dancing along.  We would talk and work all day...and go our for dinners and each other's birthdays.  But now they're all gone and I'm the only one left.  And we can't even play music in this new layout (everyone's in one BIG room) because people think it's distracting. 


    And I don't talk to anyone because they consistantly make ignorant comments that I've grown too tired to contest. (This is still after I've repeatedly told people that I was born in America) "does your passport say Taiwan or China?"  "What did you do for chinese New Year's when you lived in Taiwan?" "How does the Chinese food here compare to the chinese food you ate in China?" "you got a WHAT on the verbal section of your SAT's?...oh that's high...i'm suprised." "I saw this MUTT on the train and she was really cute...she had her dad's coloring and her mom's slanty eyes." "oh, is your boyfriend American or Chinese?" "what are you reading? oh an American novel?"  It's neverending.  These are people who PRIDE themselves on being open minded and having met people of diverse backgrounds.  They BRAG about eating sushi...but when they went to shabu shabu and saw people mixing in the raw egg, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW, that's SO gross...who DOES that?"  and when I brought in a Bah-tzang for lunch, "what IS that...it looks totally sticky"


    But whatever...just a few more months...At first, I was planning to work til the end of July...but now I'm not.  No matter what I end up doing next year, I'm leaving as early as possible.  I'm not going to spend my summer taking this crap from them anymore.  I'll probably work til the end of June...take whatever money I have left from days not taken off (somehow I get the idea that the lab manager will send down a sheet saying I used all my days off)...then go back to school...or whatever...and PAYCE BIOTCHES.  I will never go back to visit or whatever.  Mebbe i will just let all the mice loose. hee hee RUN FREE!!!