stripe tease

i feel like a strip club dancer whenever i go through immigration at the aiport.

first you have to remove your coat please. then you have to take off all jewelry and metal objects. then as though taking your shoes off in front of the rest of the world is not humiliating enough (i mean, what if i had really stinky feet), they have to feel us all over- sweeping over boobs and between the legs too. coming back from london this time i was randomly selected for an x-ray screening where they made me pose with my feet in fourth position and my arms in fifth (ballet pose) on both left and right so the camera could get good x-rays of what was beneath my clothes.

i felt like a fool and a stripper and the old fat guy at the back probably did too.

i wish the world were a safer place and the immigration officers didn't keep catching my eyebrow scissors through the x-ray scanner and throwing them out.

what a wonderful world

this weekend was blissful. no plans no agenda, just me and my roomie. we had peirogies and sauerkraut for brunch at veselka then walked to the west village where we stumbled upon a huge street market which reminded me of the AA summer art fair. lots of lemonade, street food and folksy-finds. hang and i went crazy over finger puppets and we bought 11. (not that we can't count the number of fingers we have--you'll see where they come into use soon enough ;p.)
oh god i just realized how terrible the above parenthesized sounds. just to clear the air, hang and i are FINALLY embarking on our serious kitsch T business. finger puppets are to embellish our t-shirts. what were you thinking!!!
we had tv dinner two nights in a row- again, because we are so damn posh, we had comte with fig jam and ciabatta, spinach artichoke dip my favourite thing from whole foods and to top off the poshness we bought a bottle of moscato from a spirit shop (17.99- not a cheap habit eh!) haha. on saturday night we watched sideways which was disappointing because how could that movie have won an oscar for best screenplay??? it wasn't even very funny.
we then proceeded to watch napoleon dynamite which was deadpan-type funny. i wouldn't have laughed so much if not for the alcohol probably.
dvd junkies that we are, we rented three more on sunday night again to watch over dinner. this time suicide club. it was freaky and psychotic and we had to expel that nausea by watching vh1 top 100 hot chicks after.
anyway, our task for the week: a name for our t-shirt brand

panda

so dan and i were trying to figure out what pandas look like. black heads with white rings around their eyes or white heads with black rings? suddenly my childhood image of the panda isn't so black and white anymore.

whaddya know

so i thought after landing myself a full time job i could say good riddance to late nights of studying for exams. but whaddya know- i have an exam tomorrow.

and if i don't pass then i don't get promoted (and unfortunately here at bloomberg, even with promotion/moved around to different roles you don't get a pay rise instantaneously. the money comes every 6mth/1 year so too bad if you got promoted just after that point coz then you'd have to wait a couple of months before any increase in salary). so back to the point- it's that i am actually in the office trying to study and i hope i get a good enough grade tomorrow.

this is so reminiscent of my last days in AA when i would blog two hours before my exam because there was no one to complain to and for some reason ranting to a silent screen relaxes my nerves a little.

and by some uncanny coincidence- i am going with my colleagues tomorrow night to have some fabulous sushi- just like in those good AA days when i would treat myself to rolls at totoro after a stressful night before.

wish me luck guys- i need to memorize formulas for accrued interest??? oh how i was deceived when i thought i had joined a media company!!!

oh crap

saturday night i left early from the club we were at because i had to wake up at 8am the next morning for the run/walk for cancer i had signed up to do.
so i woke up the next morning, put on my cap (to protect my head from the rain) and made my way to times square. alas when i got there, there were no runner/walkers in sight. i walked a couple of blocks up and across and saw no sign of a run/walk. i did see a horde of bikers and policemen though, so i enquired about the run/walk and maybe i had mistook the biking for running/walking. apparently that was the five-boro bike tour so phew, i had not yet lost my mind. i checked my phone and it said april 30th- which was the day of the run/walk. by now i was totally confused (like one of those moments when you wake up after a mid-day nap thinking it's the next morning and you're sent into a huge panic?). i checked the calendar on the phone and only then i realized the 30th is a saturday not a sunday!! i was about a day late for the event- so much for good intentions.

then today i set the oven on self-clean mode because i thought it was about time for that appliance to adopt some hygiene practices. i think what actually happens during self-cleaning is the oven raises the temperature so high it turns everything to ash. unfortunately we have a very sensitive fire alarm and it would not shut up for the life of us. it was squealing away and would only stop if we stood below it and fanned the smoke away. yup, it was behaving exactly like a wailing baby and it annoyed the hell out of me i wanted to rip it out if not for the fact that i would probably have to pay for the damage later.

6 mth review due on friday and i have to evaluate myself. how about this: EXCELLENT EMPLOYEE! EXEMPLARY PERFORMANCE!!! PLEASE RAISE HER PAY!!!