128. Cannot. Fall. Asleep. (a.k.a Job Search Progress Report)

September 8, 2011 § 2 Comments

So.  It’s way past my bedtime but I. am. restless.

This morning, I was officially notified that I will be flown out in a couple of days for a 4-8 hour onsite interview at the company headquarters.  From what I hear, the day will consist of a company tour and a series of interviews with multiple people from various departments.  To add on to that, if, at anytime during the process, someone doesn’t like you or they decide you aren’t a fit for the company, they’ll just up and tell you to leave.

And then that’s it.  This arduous (yet amusingly enjoyable) process of researching + cover letter video making + cover letter writing + resume renovating + questionnaire filling + interviewings at different corners of the world + online testing will come to a total halt and I’ll be at ground zero.

I think the shock of that realization is getting to me.

I’ve been in a funk all day and now I cannot fall asleep – and trust me, I’ve definitely tried to remedy my predicament with various methods of relaxation.  I ate a big hearty dinner and drank wine to calm my nerves and induce food coma but that just made me feel full and bloated.  I went to the gym to tire myself out but that backfired because I ended up reenergizing myself.  I tried to bore myself to sleep by taking personality tests and watching MTV yet I’m still awake.  I daydreamed about knights in shining armor (or, in my case, matte-toned skin with articulate expression) but that just highlighted my lack of a knight and got me depressed.  Even yoga didn’t have its usual calming effect.  And now, here I am, on the blog, posting some pictures of stuff and a puppy dog.

I. Stuff in cubbies

II. Puppy dog (which is actually misleading because this puppy dog is super old)

Say hi to Boo and check out his own blog here.

* * * * *

Le sigh.  I wish for such sound sleep as puppy pictured above.

Ooh lala so many alliterations in that last sentence!


Good night, internet world.  I’m going to crawl into bed and stare at the ceiling  :)

* * * * *


117. Hello Hualien! A fine start and an artsy mood

August 2, 2011 § 3 Comments


Got an upgrade to business class on my way to Taiwan.  Unnaturally, I wrote a hybrid poem-slash-rap about it. Enjoy.

Free upgrade to business class –

Got a plush seat under my ass;

Plenty of leg room I can do some

yoga up in here.

Champagne and orange juice in

fancy glasses always near.

Coat rack on the seats,

Good-looking flight attendants with

pitter-patter feet.

Girl next to me with duty-free galore is

flipping her hair and

flipping through magazines and

flipping through iphone tabs and

flipping tray tables and

flip flip flip flip flip.


Pitter-patter pitter-patter: “Excuse me miss,

would you care for some fine dime wine?” >:D

The seat-control panel for fancy people.  Wtf mate, does this make intuitive sense to anybody?

* * * * *

After my flight to Taipei I hopped on a train to Hualien, a coastal city located in northeastern Taiwan.  Three hours on the train and I didn’t feel sleepy, didn’t feel like reading or writing, and didn’t even feel like daydreaming!  I eventually found myself doodling  ^^

[edited: after reconsidering, I removed my last doodle because it was pushing the envelope for a completely public audience.  Thanks for understanding!  ^^]

* * * * *

Today was weird.  I was compelled to write poems and draw all day.  I almost felt possessed.  And I haven’t drawn in a long time so it was nice to see that I still had it within me :)

Anyways.  Here’s your first glimpse from Taiwan: a view of the eastern coast out into the Pacific Ocean.  The image does reality no justice at all because in reality the view is infinitely expansive and the gorgeous colors suck the life out of you and an automatic “WOW” escapes your lips as you start feeling all giddy inside.  It was a naturally-occurring larger-than-life-size Photoshop gradient with a million more fine-tuned colors illuminated by a shower of shimmering light.  ART IS NOTHING COMPARED TO NATURE.  NOTHING I SAY!!!!  :)

Okay people.  I’ve been commuting all day and my body is going to throw a fit if I sit still any longer.  Off I go to explore some more Connie/Jason/Julie-land.


Enjoy your day  :)

111. circle circle dot dot

July 19, 2011 § 3 Comments

98. hiking with the mother

June 6, 2011 § 3 Comments

My mom seems to be recovering and regaining her health these days.  Perhaps the warmer weather is helping.  She can even go hiking now and has enough capacity to argue/banter/discuss with me about the “merits” of getting married and having children.  (Merits are in quotes because I remain unconvinced.)

Here is the lady who I’ve inherited my other pool of genetic code from:

Can you spot her amongst the trees?  It’s kind of like a Where’s Waldo exercise right?  Except it’s more like Where’s Mom-do (pronounced “doe”).

….heheheh.  Mom-do(e).  I don’t know why, but that’s quite funny to me.  Mom-doe.  Mom-do.  Mandoo (mandoo = korean word for dumplings).  Mandoo.  Fondue.  Hairdo.

…Scooby dooby doo!!  Hehehehe……

…Yeah, I know.  It’s really not that funny.  But it kind of is.  To me.

(yes, JH+JC+BL, this would be one of those instances when I’m sitting across from you and laughing by myself as I try really hard yet fail to explain why I am doing so)

Happy new week of summertime~

97. dad’s library

June 5, 2011 § 2 Comments

Sometimes, the words you read reveal who you are.  Allow me to introduce you to the man whose genes I half-possess:



After devoutly attending church for the first eighteen years of my life, I experienced a painful separation from religiosity and spirituality during my first year of college.  Begot with a fresh set of academic and scientific eyes, any notion of god/God and immaterial spirituality seemed incredulous, irrational, and stupid.  Not to mention creepily cultlike in some instances.

But the thing is, a life without cultivating your spirit is dull and depressing.

…so, after four years of actively ignoring or rationalizing the human spirit, I’ve started to reopen myself to experiences that “feel enriching to the soul.”


But something that still bothers me is that correctly defining one’s spirit, to fully encompass the scope of one’s essence, is impossible with mere words.  And that bothers me because if we cannot define it, if we cannot pinpoint it, how will we know it?  Does it even really exist?  My “feelings” or “senses” resoundingly say yes, but my “knowledge,” my need to define and dissect, say wtf.

84. Dear (teenage) boys, sometimes I don’t understand you

May 9, 2011 § 2 Comments

Why do you people voluntarily put yourselves in such positions?

p.s. check out the facial expressions and limb positions in each photo. quite interesting.

Happy Monday friends and lovers.  Wish you all the best.

76. punk rock prom queens

April 22, 2011 § 2 Comments

One final Thailand post.

A band led by a fierce Lady Gaga-esque Thai boy.  Consists of guitar, bass, synthesizers, drums, and a brass trio of trumpet, saxophone, and trombone.

I found myself quite attracted to that trombone player in the last image.  There’s just something so enticing about tall men playing musical instruments.

…lol I guess I do have hormones after all.


Blog news:  updated the “about” section and added a “links” tab — feel free to browse around (but if you have work to do I highly suggest you finish that first)


Where Am I?

You are currently browsing the just because category at someday i'll find a job..

%d bloggers like this: