dear god
my dad's been quoted left and right on press releases, newspapers and the internet and i didn't even know. what an insensitive daughter
i even found a dorky picture of him online! hehehehe
we're so proud of you, daddy! 
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Fried chicken! yum
here's a picture of a woman selling "yien su ji" (salted fragrant chicken). i've only seen them at the night markets in taipei
msg loaded, pure goodness
thx for introducing them to me pic, they're quickly becoming one of my "must haves" whenever i go to taipei
more pictures of my recent trip (to come later as i was trying to upload on flikr and it's taking forever)
and thx for your comments, they were v reassuring
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and while i'm on the theme of being cheesy...
A Message by George Carlin:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced
our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
p.s. congrats on getting the bag astroanne!
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On being average
I am:
- Average in height
- Average in weight
- Average in intelligence
- Average looking
- Got average grades in school
- Ranked average at work
In sum, nothing that would set me miles apart from people or enough to make anyone particularly envious of me
Growing up, I never ever thought I end up being average. I always thought i would be extraordinary and make something out of my life. But then I gradually realized that becoming extraordinary is not something that you can actively manage or control... and that fate often takes its own course.
So here I am, a very average, ordinary person. To date at least. And though there are still many many years ahead of me, I am struggling to come to grips that I may every well end up (say 20, 30yrs from now)... average and ordinary.
Don't mistake me, I am already much more lucky than lots of people. I don't suffer from disabilities and disfunctionalities, and i've got a lot of good things going for me. But still... I thought I would be exceptional. And I'm far from that right now
So is being a "plain jane" really that insufferable an outcome?
- Average in height
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i never thought this would happen, but i've been going to work at 8am
8AM! (d'ya know how bloody early that is for an ex-banker)
i fought it for a couple of days...
...but in the end grudgingly admit that it _is_ much more productive to come in when the office is quiet and there's no one to sidetrack you with new things to do..
and the most outrageous thing is? i catch myself glancing at my watch when ppl stroll in "late" - what time is it already? 918??? tsk tsk the morning's already half over!; conveniently forgetting that only 2 weeks ago i was the pretty much the last person on the floor to get in. at 930
here's a new one for you - you know you're getting old when you magnify your excel/word to +125% view. my eyes are slowly but surely failing me
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there's something nice to be said about sitting in the office, dry and comfortable while watching the rain furiously pelting on the windows. it's like "ha! try as you may but you can't get to me!"
*where* is all that rain coming from??? you're like the lame friend who insists on tagging along even though no one likes you. everyone's so tired of you already. go to the drought regions where you're actually welcomed why dontcha!
i stole the star wars quiz from linda_tiffany's site
here's what i got
cross me not, boys and girls...........
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this makes me really sad:
Boy, 2, shot dead in school siege for crying too much (cambodia, siem reap)
i do not tolerate crime involving children very well. does poverty really push people to extremist actions? is it because they have nothing to lose? the hostage-takers were only asking for $30k ($30k!!) and a van to thailand. is it wrong for me to sit here and critize them because i'll never know how it feels to be that poor and desperate? tons of people live on less than $1 a day...
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bleh. ‰J‚΂©‚è (raining nonstop)
15/6 (WEDNESDAY): CLOUDY WITH SCATTERED HEAVY SHOWERS WITH THUNDERSTORMS
16/6 (THURSDAY): CLOUDY WITH SOME SHOWERS WITH THUNDERSTORMS.
got soaked waist down walking from lunch back to office. now wriggling my naked toes under the desk. i hate wearing wet shoes... feels diirrty
i used to get *so* excited back in primary/secondary school when i hear thunder... we'd all pray that it turns into a typhoon or heavy rain signal coz that means school's out early... now on occasion i'd still get excited, but then i'll realize that no, i'm not gonna go home early, regardless of how hard it rains. how sad
rainy days - bearable with mini skirts and flip flops, not with work pants and expensive heels
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my phone is quietly charging on the desk beside me, the battery bars going up 1-2-3, 0, then 1-2-3 again. my phone is hungry, greedily gulping up its fill of battery. i must have starved it for too long, poor thing.
stealing this from overacuppa's site, but Steve McCurry really is a fantastic photographer. check out his website.
i am naturally drawn to portraits, here are a few that i liked:
such a colourful and diverse world we live in! too bad most of us will only see it through the work of those who travel the world in search of the perfect shoot.my excuse(s): i don't have the time, the $, the resources, the guts, opportunity cost is too high... the discovery channel is my friend these days.
everytime i get my bank statement after a month of heavy spending i feel like i was getting my school report card after a semester of slacking off. oooh that familiar feeling of dread (i know it's bad.. but exactly _how_ bad??) and so i leave the envelop unopened on the corner of my desk, eye it with guilt from time to time, but put off opening it until i absolutely have to. which would be never if i was a trust fund baby...
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