"Silly Rabbit...TRIX are for Kids!!"
Thursday, August 7, 2008
...TRIX for are Kids!!
If you are ever craving some TRIX cereal and a grocery store is no where nearby, you got to hit up Jamba Juice. There is this bread loaf thingee called Blueberry-Lemon. Make sure you eat it warm. Once you take a bite of it, you'll know what I'm talking about. Try it! It'll definitely take you back to your childhood.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
United Airlines Seat 16A
After a fun weekend with my girlfriend, Johanna it was finally time to say farewell to the City of Sin. I'm boarding my flight back home. I decided to just carry on my luggage to eliminate the wait at the baggage claim when I arrive at SFO. As I'm walking down the aisle with my heavy rolling suitcase, I bump it accidentally to this old white man's elbow sitting along the aisle. Oops, Sorry! He mugged me. Oh well. Moving on... I finally spot my row. Cool, I'm almost there! I lift and shove my carry on luggage into the overhead bin right above Row 14. My thumb gets caught under my baggage. OUCH! Get over it Share. Moving on....I get into my row and crap! Some youngin straight up stole my window seat. UGH! How irky is that?! Whatever, I say to myself, the punk a$$ is only 10 or 11. Be nice Share. Moving on...I take Seat 16B (the middle seat)and try to get myself comfortable. I put my seat belt on. I stash my big white purse below the seat in front of me. I untangled the ear phone cords of my iPod. By the time I was done, the flight attendants were seating the Stand By people. There was one empty seat to my right. "Sir, here's an available seat", she says. I didn't mind having someone sitting next to me. He says hi to me. I say hi. I would guess he's was in his mid 40's. He was wearing a button up shirt with slacks. Must have been a business trip, I assumed. His hair was all messy and smelled like he was on Stand By for days. Poor dude. Share, stop putting him down. Moving on...I'm looking down at my iPod setting up my playlist and through the corner of my eyes I see him staring at me as if he was silently demanding for my attention. I straight up ignored it. "You Chinese?", he asks HELLA abruptly. I was somewhat insulted by that question for some reason. I looked up, turned to him, and responded with one word - "No". He adds as if he was complimenting me, "You look Chinese". I obviously wasn't flattered by the remark. I gave him a nasty smirk and a sarcastic smile. Like WTF?! Am I supposed to say thank you? Stop being rude Share. Moving on...Plane finally takes off and this dude to the right tries to strike another conversation.
Dude: You live in San Francisco?
Me: Uh huh
Dude: Where?
Me: I actually live in the East Bay
Dude: Aaah, I live in Fremont
He was expecting for me to carry on this so called conversation but hell no. I smirk again and turned away hoping he doesn't ask me where in the East Bay I live. This time, I wasn't trying to be rude. He was scaring me. Like, he had a constant staring problem. At this point I was straight up furious with the boy with the British/English accent that stole my seat. It's all his fault. His parents should teach him to never ever steal someone's assigned airplane seat. That is just wrong. Thanks a lot kid! I reserved and specifically chose that seat more than a month ago! THANKS! When we landed this kid was straight removing the warning/caution sticker from the back of the seat in front of us. Like dude! Stop trying to vandalize the plane. I so wanted to rat him out. Ugh. Cause mad at a kid that's the same age as my son. I'm wrong, I know. Moving on...
Wax from Hell!
I learned that I will never try to prepare for a trip last minute. So I was leaving for Las Vegas last Friday at 10:23pm. I originally planned to pack for my weekend trip at least the night before. That obviously didn't happen. Karma is definitely a bitch.
So my day started with getting ready for work. During my lunch break, I decided to get a wax. I went to a Vietnamese owned salon on 3rd Avenue near the office. They know me there. I've been going there for a long time - 4 years more or less. So I go inside the salon and my wax lady, Kelly was sitting down behind one the manicure stations. "Hi", I said with a smile. "Oh Hi. What you like?", she asks with her heavy accent. "I just need a wax please", I say discreetly. She then tells me to follow her to the back and upstairs into her 'private' room. We quickly got to work. Within 10 long minutes, my session was almost over. She then asks me if I wanted to do my upper lip. I was debating for a quick second whether or not to get it done. I remember it was only two weeks since I last did that part. I had one more week to spare but I said, "Eh, what the heck..sure!" She did it and for some reason...it hurt on one side. Hmmm, maybe it was just temporary. I quickly got up, went back downstairs, paid Julie, said my good-byes, and was on my way back to the office. As I was crossing El Camino Real, I noticed that my face was stinging. It was really odd since the tingling sensation usually goes away quickly. When I got back to my desk, I looked at my compact mirror. WTF?! My right side of my upper lip was red and swollen. It started throbbing and appeared a bit fleshy as I looked closer. I finally realized that sh!t. Wax lady burned me! On top of that, she decided to take uh 4 layers of skin off my face! OUCH!!! I wanted to cry. Oh nooo! The only thing that came to mind was crap! I'm leaving for Vegas tonight and I'm gonna look like sh!t! What perfect timing! MY LIFE IS OVER!!
Looking on the bright side, I was able to conceal it with foundation and face powder for Friday and Saturday night. Sunday and Monday wasn't looking good for me. I was in straight upper lip dry scab mode. Disgusting! It looked like I had herpes (knock on wood). It looked like I was growing a mustache only on my right side from afar. Even nastier! It was worse than having a zit between my eyes (which btw, I have at the present time - UGH!). Today, I was finally relieved. With the help of Neosporin and the non-stop hustle bustle work of my skin cells, my scab finally healed this morning. YAY! I'm back to normal.
Now, I have to find a new place to get a wax. It sucks because, I also would get bikini waxes at this place. Now I have to go show a brand new person my private each time before I find someone I feel comfortable with and also does a good job. Can I say awkward?! Life can suck for a female, I tell yah. [sigh]
Friday, August 1, 2008
ATLiens
Last night, I was having trouble sleeping. Mainly because I'm so unprepared for my trip to Vegas this weekend. I super lagged. I haven't even packed. Now today I have to go shopping for my outfits, get a wax, get a pedicure, pack, pay rent, pay for my cabin rental for NEXT weekend.
Here I go again getting sidetracked...[sigh] OK - OK. So anyway, back to not being able to fall asleep. I was lying on bed (the right side of course) and was flipping through the channels. I paused on VH1. It was an episode of I LOVE the 80s - 1988. Interesting, let's see what they have to talk about. They did a segment about Micro Machines. LOL! Remember that? The commercial with the fast talking old dude. That was pretty funny. A couple segments later, appeared Unsolved Mysteries. Tell me why did my mood turn in to like giggly to like freaked the f**cked out! Dude, I was like literally covering my face during most of the segment afraid that they show a clip of an alien. So far so good...BUT THEN, they had the freakin nerve to play the theme song to Unsolved Mysteries. Flashbacks started to come to mind. I started to panic. I was debating whether to find the remote control and switch the channel quickstyle OR just cover my ears until commercial. Hurry Share pick one damnit! UGH! I made the wrong choice of trying to find the damn remote. Why? Because my eyes were closed! LOL! So it was like a lose-lose situation for me. To make things worse, I thought the segment was about to end so I looked at the TV screen. Tell me why did they f**ckin decide put alien eyes on one commentator! OMG!! That was like sooo wrong! I wanted to cry. I was like grrrrreat. Now I REALLY can't sleep tonight. Damn you people at VH1. Ya'll a bunch of pricks for pulling that one on me. Thanks alot!
For the record - I have a huge fear of aliens. It's all because of that god damn show, Unsolved Mysteries that I believe they do exist. When I even hear the word, it freaks me out. Memories of my stupid ass watching them episodes completely traumatized me. I swear even the host looks like he's been abducted by aliens. Maybe that's why he's so freaky looking. Tell me why does he have to always talk so serious, too! Can't he smile occasionally or something. So negative. Here you are asking for help and tips for finding missing people and solving mysteries. It's like no wonder you don't get any responses. It's cause you freakin look mean! Hmmmm...Oh well. If I only I knew better when I was young. [sigh] They really need to put some type of disclaimer on that crap like how they do with Jack Ass. Instead of saying "Please do not try this at home" they should put "The following episode may show some scary ass footage. Please beware that this can in fact traumatize you. If you are a f**ckin wuss, it is highly recommended that you do not watch the following episode. I repeat do NOT watch it. This sh!t is the real thing."
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