Hello I Love Cameos on Big Bang Theory!

Neil Degrasse Tyson, author of my favorite popular science book Death By Black Hole and Other Cosmic Quandries, real life Galactus*, and astrophysicist extraordinaire , has a cameo on The Big Bang Theory!

All the clips in YouTube didn't allow embedding, so let's settle for a picture:

*Because he's a Destroyer of Worlds!!... You know.. because of Pluto??.. okay fine, the analogy isn't as clever as I thought it was...

Hello I Love Ringside Camp!

After two years of burning curiosity about the place, I finally made it to Ringside along P. Burgos, Makati (after our Adonis fiasco, where me and Chris thought it was a good idea to go just the two of us at 9 PM on a Monday night, I’ve been wary of going to girly and boyie [?] bars). Two Fridays ago, some ex-classmates from Taiwan paid us a visit and the opportunity finally presented itself to visit the place with a big-enough group of people who were game enough to hit the red light district.

And I really loved it! It was so delightfully campy!! We came in time to watch the midget boxing match (this is the name the bar gave to the event, so sorry if it isn’t exactly PC. Plus I can’t keep up with all the PC terms for midgets these days. Maybe I’ll just refer to them as “the a[dorable wesome] little guys” or TALGs). The fact that the match was so obviously choreographed made it that much more amusing (its not fun when TALGs get hurt for reals…).

The bar’s tactic for getting audience participation is to have one of the guests (preferably a white guy… mmhmm…) referee the fights (incidentally, its also a ploy to get their money since the referee = beer money sugar daddy). They picked one of our friends’ boyfriend so I videotaped the fight for posterity (doh! I wouldn’t have thought to take a video otherwise!). Here’s one the videos I took in all its midgety glory:

Hopefully, there will be a next visit to Ringside so I can watch the girls boxing in oversized boxing gloves. I heard that that too is camp-tastic!

Yay Valentines Day!

While we're on the subject of Tim Harford... Here's a little something for the singles:

"even when there is little to be lost from maintaining standards, people are very quick to lower them. My advice: do likewise."

Hello, I'm Such A Fangirl

I’ve been a fan of Tim Harford ever since I accidentally picked-up Undercover Economist in a bookstore in Taiwan two years ago. It was lucky, I guess, since if I were in a store with more English books, I never would have bought and read it. Who knew Economics could be so addictive when it’s used to examine and explain non financial things??

Anyway, turns out that aside from being an Undercover Economist, Tim Harford also writes a column called Dear Economist in The Financial Times where he tries to answer “regular people’s” (regular people read Financial Times??) questions and concerns using Economic Theory. Being the dopey (I would have used “nerdy” instead of dopey, but nerds are actually smart) fangirl that I am, I wrote in a question to Dear Economist one slow afternoon in the office. And, wonder of wonders!! I received a reply within 15 minutes!!



I should probably not be this excited over an e-mail that could very well have been sent by an e-mail reply robot.. But anyway, I am!! I have a genuine Tim Harford e-mail reply!!! Now if I could only find a way to sell this on e-bay…

Separated At Birth??

You decide...

Marlyn Manson Lady Gaga

Hello I Love December

Yay! It’s finally December! The month long diet hiatus officially begins! Cheeses, red meats and pastries everywhere beware!!

Hello I Love Celebrity Couples

The Taylors

I know this isn’t exactly spanking new gossip, but looks like Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner are the new toast of gossip town. This is sort of like that time four years ago when all the blogs and tabloids were making a big hooha over Paris Hilton and Paris Latsis being engaged for all of four months. Apparently, people are suckers for the cheesy goodness of same name couples.

If this keeps up, famewhores everywhere are going to get ideas and start hopping on the matching moniker bandwagon. In fact, if I were a betting woman, I’d put my money on any of these famous/semi-famous/almost famous/infamous public personalities pairing up and forming the next Aww-inducing King and Queen of the tabloids…

The Jamies
Jamie Lee Curtis and Jamie Foxx

The Tracies
Tracy Chapman and Tracy Morgan

The Camerons
Cameron Diaz and Cameron Crowe

The G/Jerries
Geri Halliwel and Jerry Yan


The Kims

Kim Kardashian and Kim Jong Il

The Beau/ows

Beau Bridges and Bow from She-Ra

The Frosties
Frosty the Snowman and a Wendy’s Frosty

The Meatloaves
Meatloaf and an actual Meatloaf

Hello, I'm a Sucker for Promos With Stickers

(stole this picture from somewhere, I was too lazy

to take pictures of the planner myself)

22 days, 17 cups of coffee and 4 pounds later, I finally “earned” my 2010 starbucks planner.

Am I happy?

I’m not sure, maybe I will be once my sweat stops tasting like toffee nut lattes..

Do I think the planner is worth guzzling 9 cups of Holiday Featured Beverages in two weeks?

I’m pretty sure it isn’t (I’ve only ever used non electronic planners for a maximum of two months).

If I don’t think its worth it, why did I screw myself over so willingly??

My best guess is I was driven by a compulsion to collect all those stickers due to deep seated frustrations at never having completed any of my Panini sticker books as a child…

*Update: I got another planner for Christmas which I am now using. The starbucks planner is now nothing but a fire hazard at home..

Hello I Love Excel Doodles

Ahh Digdug.. I never got past the first two levels but I loved it anyway

Hello! My Shoes are Sorta Kinda Famous!

Spotted: my shoes in the sartorialist! and in Paris no less!!!

Okay, so they're not MY shoes, but they're the same type of shoe.. It probably doesn't sound like much cause for excitement, but for me it somehow feels like fashion validation.. Like I'm on the right shoe buying track (I was beginning to regret buying these shoes).
ALSO the shoes are being worn with black stockings which i was on the fence about (because the shoes are open toed the stockings might be jologs or something)...

Happy happy! I know a pair of shoes that are going to get a lot of foot time in the coming weeks...

Hello I Love (My) Birthdays…

Here was my birthday cake this year (a few minutes before it was consumed)...

Sociopaths and pariahs take heart! Theres a silver lining to having nobody want to celebrate your birth: More cake for you!!


DISCLAIMER: I often distort the truth in this blog to either attempt to be funny or garner sympathy from the occasional reader. Family and friends, I only implied that i spent my birthday reclusively because I have a weird sense of humor, hehehe. Thanks for all the birthday wishes, my third 25th birthday was a blast! :)

Yet Another Shoe Post...

I've always associated breaking in new shoes with breaking in a horse (not that I know anything about horses or horse training/riding. The closest I've ever come to it is driving a scooter I lovingly named "My Little Pony"). In my mind, both involve wearing out of the horse/the shoe a bit until they bend to your will/your foot. But three weeks after they were bought, my not so new pumps are no more comfortable than they were the first time I wore them.
I'm beginning to think that pumps are the footwear equivalent of those un-trainable wild bucks you see on the old Westerns... If anything =, I think it was my feet that broke: they're covered in wounds, blisters and developing calluses, plus I think my foot bones are slowly being rearranged and realigned.
I've completely bent to the will of my shoe and resigned to ther perpetual discomfort (incidentally, these are the same shoes which I called "surprisingly comfortable" when I first tried them on in the store). This morning, after changing into my pumps in the car, I made it out of the parking lot and into my office entrance before realizing I had put each shoe on the wrong foot...

This Week’s Worth of Life Lessons: Shoes are a broke woman’s cocaine

This week, it seems as if someone turned my shoe obsession dial up to… well… as high as that shoe obsession dial can go. I suppose this is because people always want what they can’t afford and right now I can’t afford much of anything, let alone anything as frivolous as shoes. So naturally the siren call of new shoes has been stronger than ever, inexorably leading me to the jagged rocks of financial ruin. But I’m slowly wising up. Oh shiny new shoes, I will not be your bitch for much longer!! Here are some of this week’s shoe related life lessons:

- Being broke means being broke (repeat until it sinks in)
- The pair of pumps you just bought will never be the last you’ll ever want (no matter what you promise yourself)
- Don’t believe everything you see in The Sartorialist (or at least what you thought you saw); a pair of strappy sandals will never pass as closed shoes even if you wear them with black stockings
- Shoes are an expense that keep on.. um.. expensing (with new shoes comes new bags and accessories, extra travel expenses [the less walking you actually have to do the better] plus additional medical expenses [bandages and trips to an orthopedic doctor])
- The minute you step inside a shoe store you’re doomed… keep out to keep your money!!

Pictures of Past Mistakes:

I’m not sure if this is exactly the pair I bought.. from the shelf my shoes look like your basic black pump, its when you put them on that they really shine

Cognitive dissonance personified (shoe-sonified?), I feel like I’m going to be seeing this on the sale bin very soon

*couldn't find and was too lazy to take a picture of a pair of white, probably faux ostrich skin pumps with 3-inch wooden heels*

Future Conquests

(you shall be mine!!! you know.. as soon as I’m more financially stable or they go on sale.. whichever comes first)

*couldn't find a picture of these super cool Stellaluna wedges. The wedge part was 6 inches high and covered in shiny shiny patent leather!! I get a nervous twitch whenever I imagine them*

Coolest Shoes I've Seen This Week

Only Carine Roitfeld can pull these off though... or somebody equally skinny, leggy and fabulous

Lessons From 80’s Rock Ballads

ROCK BALLAD: All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You
BY: Heart
LESSON:
Are you and your significant other having trouble conceiving? Save yourself the money and hassle of taking various infertility treatments. Why not have unprotected sex with a random (and more virile) hitchhiker instead? Have a wild night of animal sex, send him packing the next day and get your preggers on for the next 9 months. No consequences, no commitments, and for the cost of one night at a cheap motel you’ll be popping out a little tike for you and your husband to call your own!

For The Love of Marc Nelson

As if I didn’t make a big enough stink out of it in Facebook, I’m also posting an entry about the Kenny Rogers Urbanite run I joined last Saturday (if you haven’t guessed by now, not enough post worthy things happen in my life)…

Fueled by boredom (being a bum is only fun if you have money and friends who are also bums) and a white hot desire to gawk at, and possibly have my way with, Marc Nelson, I joined the run almost on a whim. Anyway, the results came out today (or yesterday, I’m not really sure) and considering my only training was palpitating while staring at topless photos of Marc Nelson I don’t think I did too badly…

Of course my real run achievement was this… (thats me and Marc Nelson, in case you can't make it out.. The reason it's blurred is that Marc Nelson is so hot that he blurs all pictures taken by cameras not forged by Gods in the majestic halls of Valhalla).

How Now Brown Cow?

Well, the unthinkable has finally happened...

I finally finished my MBA (or, as they call it, my MS in BS).. What happens now? We'll see, we'll see...

*HINT: probably something that involves a boring desk job*

Goodbye For Now Taiwan

A month ago, I could barely wait to go home for Winter Break. Strangely enough, the night before my flight I can't help but feel a little sad to leave, especially now that the University is so quiet and deserted. It's actually pretty nice walking around campus without meeting anybody and hearing and seeing the few remaining dormers let it all hang out and talk and sing until mid morning. I also particularly enjoyed pulling out the lobby furniture into the dorm porch and having "lunch out" until 3 PM.

The old Tainan police station

Random building at NCKU

But of course, I'd pick the din of my semi-functional family and friends over the peace of an empty campus anyday. So, seeya Taiwan! My next post will be made from the Philippines...

Hello, Moment of Spontaneous Defamiliarization

Blame my booking my tickets home too late, but now I’m pretty much alone in the campus with so much free time I barely know what to do with myself. This morning as I was trying to brush my lashes straight with a toothbrush, I suddenly got a weird case of jamais vu; it was like I was seeing a human face for the first time. And it was then that it struck me: Why do people consider eyelashes beautiful? I mean its hair… growing out of your eyeholes! They’re like thick curved tentacles surrounding your eyes *shudders* pretty disgusting.

I’m staying away from mirrors from now on…

Hello, I Love Doodles, My Boyfriend

looks like a 4 year old's picture stuck to the fridge

Doodle #1 using corel Painter my boyfriend's christmas gift:

Made It Through the Wilderness (Somehow I made it through...)

It’s officially Winter Break in Taiwan and I’m officially back from my three week cram-for-finals-and-thesis blogging hiatus. It’s a very strange feeling when you actually survive something that a few weeks ago you felt certain would crush you like a bug…

Anyway, to get me back into the groove of putting up posts, I’m putting up these e-doodles I made using excel during a particularly dull class.

I love excel!!!

Will be posting more in the next few days!