| Moving |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|08:01 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Walkin on Nails by Mac Lethal | ] |
Pros and Cons of moving offices from Diamond Bar to Brea.
Pros
1. 3 minute commute. Less money spent on gas, more money spent on awesomeness.
2. Sweet looking building, both on the outside and the inside. We went from a bland white box thingy to a cool looking building thats actually cool to work in.
3. Short commute means I can go home to eat, saving even more money for awesomeness.
Cons
1. For some reason, Acosta decided that the move would be a perfect time to block Facebook, Pandora, Youtube, Myspace, and even my friend's independent music website http://www.thesixtyone.com (Don't say I never did anything for you James). Boredom at work thus increases.
2. I am now situated back in the marketing department, where our group has the only cubes with low walls. Now we can all see each other, which is problematic as they can now see whatever I'm doing. Privacy at work thus decreases.
3. The low walls also means that everyone can see when I leave work...which is a shame. I used to be able to leave a little early (4:30 and such), as in my location in the old office, all my cube mates left early. Unfortunately, the marketing department is required to stay till 5 mininum as per orders from the bosslady. Even though bosslady is no longer MY bosslady, me leaving early would prob cause bitching from my new cubemates or a talking to from bosslady.
Of course, I realize that all these cons are related to my goofing off at work. In reality, all this should make a more efficient, focused worker dedicated to the never ending mission of making Acosta the best damn food broker in the land. Still, I do hate things that lower the fun quotient of my life. We'll see if this move was good in the long run.
Oh yes, and today marks the 1 year anniversary of my being a full time member of the workforce. Huzzah! I'm crying tears of joy from my right eye and tears of sadness from my left eye. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 26th, 2008|06:47 pm] |
Couples should not be allowed to work out in a public area together....
...especially high school couples. |
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| Dreams |
[Jun. 24th, 2008|09:28 pm] |
I've been having these reoccurring dreams since senior year of college. Sadly, they are not very pleasant dreams. They are not nightmare level, but they are bad enough that it can make sleep a less enjoyable experience. These dreams are also sadly quite vivid and repetitive, thus its not hard for me to write them down for your viewing pleasure.
Basically, there are two different dreams.
1. I am driving somewhere. It doesn't really matter where I'm driving. The only important and consistent detail is that I'm on the freeway. Oh, and I'm driving like a 5 year old that is playing a racing game, but keeps crashing against the walls. Basically, its several hours of me trying to control my car, and failing miserably.
2. I am still in school. I am so close to graduation. Nothing is going to stand in my way.....until...
The dream then splits into two equally annoying variations
2a. I find out that I have a final coming up....for a class I didn't even know I had. Usually, the class is a foreign language class...usually Spanish. Once I discover that I'm in this class, my typical response is why the hell would I enroll in such a class. I then fall into complete panic as I realized I've never attended a class an am therefore screwed.
2b. I am enrolled in a math class....usually calculus. This class is not in my major, and unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Thus, I have never done a homework assignment and have failed all my tests. I remain confident that I will still pass until I hit the final and realize that I don't know anything. I realize that theres a very good chance I"m going to fail this class. Cue panic......
These two variations then come back together for the same ending.....several hours of panic over how I"m going to fail.
I heard that dreams are the subconscious telling us something. If this is true, I wish my subconscious will just shut up. Someday, I'm going to have an old fashioned dream where I am a superhero named Kwokstar, or that I'm eating a giant never ending steak...and when that happens.....I'm probably going to forget it the minute I wake up. But at least my sleepy time will not be plagued with "OMG I'm going to crash into a wall" and "OMG I'm going to fail school, wahh". It will be a good time |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 23rd, 2008|12:12 am] |
I wish I was I was still at ASB.
I wish I still had a spring break so I could actually be at ASB |
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| Irony |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|10:04 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice | ] |
Irony:
After watching In Good Company and reflecting on whether or not I'm truly happy with my job, I flip on LJ and see this question on the main page.
Does your current occupation affect your self-worth?
Not that I'm unhappy with what I'm doing in my life, but I'm not at the point where I can say I love and believe in what I'm doing. The most common piece of advice in life is to find something that you enjoy...something where going to work every day is not a chore, but a pleasure. I've never felt that feeling...and although everyone keeps saying that people my age are young and have plenty of time to find their passion, I can't help but think of when will that time run out. When will it be too late and you realize that all the time you thought you had is gone?
Man, all these EMO thoughts....I need a vacation |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|08:36 pm] |
So I found out today that my music tastes do not coincide with my co-workers....at all....and for someone who spent their entire college career cultivating the reputation of having great musical taste, I was more than a little pissed.
Of course, I suppose I should have seen it coming. After all, they like hard hitting, multi guitar, death metal while I listen to artists that can actually sing in tune.
As a service to humanity, I shall try to introduce them to a new world of better, or at the very least, more diverse selection of music, but I sense that since I'm in the minority, it may be a lost cause. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 29th, 2008|11:58 pm] |
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Choices man.....choices |
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| Music spins me like a record player round and round |
[Jan. 17th, 2008|09:52 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Shambala by Three Dog Night | ] |
I was having a pretty shitty day at work today, but then I heard this song on the radio and it somehow made me feel a lot better.
I've been listening to it on repeat all night and can't stop smiling. God bless music. Without it, i'd probably be huddled in a corner somewhere covered in my own tears. |
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| HAPPY NEW YEAR |
[Dec. 30th, 2007|03:15 pm] |
Bye bye 2007. It was fun while it lasted.
What I will remember from this year
1. Finally turning 21, and my 3 birthday parties.
2. Skydiving with Krystina and surviving
3. Traveling to Greece/Turkey/Italy over the summer and getting my eat on.
4. Being EMO as I graduated.
5. Not the graduation ceremony because I fell asleep during it.
6. ASB Isla Mujeres. One of the best experiences of my life, hands down. If you can beat chilling on a untouched tropical island with nothing but good friends, let me know.
7. Starting my first real world job, with all the associated pros and cons.
8. Concerts, concerts, concerts, concerts, concerts.
9. Becoming closer to those I care about, and letting go of the people I needed to finally let go of.
So bring it on 2008. |
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| blah |
[Dec. 13th, 2007|10:36 pm] |
Its amazing how you can be in a really good mood, and then someone comes along and manages to bring you down with their own shitty monday morning EMO rain cloud sad bastard mood even though they don't do anything directly to you.
Yes, this is a true story, and I'm pissed. That is all. |
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| A brief return |
[Nov. 4th, 2007|09:41 pm] |
So Hollywood writers are all striking because they want a bigger piece of the pie. Hollywood execs probably won't give them what they want because they're greedy and like the fact that they a really large piece of pie. Do you know who the real loser is?
People like me who are about to see their beloved TV shows show potentially end in DECEMBER. No more Office, no more Heroes, no more Prison Break.... and if I have to wait another year to watch LOST/The Shield, I'm going to cry.......or at the very least pick up a hobby.
Oh in other news, life is good, but it could be better and I have been taking steps to make sure that it improves, and I along with it. Sorry I haven't been around, but I haven't the energy to update continually and I've lost the motivation to throw in the snark that makes these entries readable. |
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| Graduation |
[May. 10th, 2007|03:01 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Slow Dancing In a Burning Room by John Mayer | ] |
So the ride is over......
This moment always seemed so far away up until right now. Its finally here. The time where I step off the preset path of academia and dive flailing head first into the real world. A lot of people have said that I shouldn't be so emo about graduation. After all, its a new beginning after this. A chance to experience new things and live the life of a young professional. That's all true and I am excited for whatever may come. However, I wouldn't be me if I didn't look back upon these 4 years and feel some sadness at leaving all this behind.
I remember when I was leaving high school, I felt similiar feelings to what I am feeling now. I was leaving the comfortable bubble of Norcal High School to that evil place down South known as "SoCal". The place where everyone is narcissitic and have never heard of "hella". I wondered whether not I could find that elusive niche that we're supposed to find when we reach college. Would I find out what I would be good at and love to do? Would I find the group that I would belong to during my college tenure? All these questions were flying through my head as I packed up my things and headed to the good old DXM to start college.
4 years later.........I still don't know if I have discovered what I want to do with my life. However, I have discovered something infinitely more important in that even though I might know WHAT i want to be, I know WHO I want to be. Every experience that I have had, every person that I have interacted with, everything that I have ever seen or did during my time here has helped me mature from a self absorbed, emo little asian boy into the person you see today (although for you, it may not be a good thing, hah). I've done so many things during the last 4 years that I can be proud of and will always remember, whether it be holding a job in Dublin, Ireland, to rocking out with friends in London and Paris, to the onslaught of karaoke this semester, to all the late night food runs, to saving the world with fantastic people in the Navajo Nation and Isla Mujeres, to all the good times and bad times in making sure my residents didn't die, and to everything else that mattered. I am happy that despite all that has happened, I still remained true to the values that are important to me, and now have a better grasp of the person I want to be as I jump into real life.
With that, I look at something that is just as important to me as my search for my identity. Although I have had several regrets over the last 4 years over things that I could have/should have/didn't do/emoemoemo, I can't really call a lot of these real regrets as the path that I have taken has allowed me to meet all of you. I can't tag all of you due the limitations of Facebok and I would probably forget to tag someone that I would hit myself in the head over later, but all of you there should know who you are (if not, I'll remind you =D ). Whether you be the friends that have stayed true throughout the years, the friends I have just met, or the friends that I have made a long time ago but have sadly grown apart, all of you are fantastic people that I am glad to have the privilege of spending time with and getting to know. My biggest regret upon leaving is that I will not longer be able to see all you on a regular basis, but I suppose thats why God invented cell phones/Facebook/AIM.
I've never been good at writing conclusions (GO WRIT 140/340!! Thanks for nothing!), and I really just wanted to write this to get stuff off my chest. So I'll just finish by saying that these last 4 years have easily been the best of my life, and that you all are great people that I hope I will be lucky and fortunate enough to keep in touch with wherever our paths may lead in the future. Therefore.....I'll end this High School Yearbook style....................................HAGS and KIT!!!!!! Whoooooo, I'm actually graduating bitches!!! =D |
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| Spring Break |
[Mar. 8th, 2007|01:02 am] |
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I'm going to Mexico in 29 hours. Go Spring Break! |
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| The Oscars |
[Feb. 28th, 2007|07:38 pm] |
The Oscars just happened and I had some random thoughts....I didn't watch all of it, but I watched enough...
1. Ellen Degeneres. She was a good host. The host really doesn't do much beyond the opening monologue, but it was solid. Best Joke was about Al Gore and Jennifer Hudson, but I know that my writing skills would not be able to do the joke justice.
2. A lot of people complain that the Oscars is 4 hours of boring. That may be true (no it is true), but its still the 2nd most watched telecast of the year. Clearly SOMEONE finds it interesting. Don't expect change people.
3. Once again, I've seen less than half of the best picture nominees...and I'm quite sure I'm in the majority. I suppose the Oscars is secretly just a consolation prize to these films. I'm sorry you didn't get billions of dollars....so here's a nice little gold statue that you can put in your bathroom.
4. What do the Oscars really mean anyways? Its not like anyone will really remember who won what two years from now. At most, they'll be able to put up Academy Award winner in front of their name for the next couple movies they do before everyone forgets. Hell, I didn't see Sally Field put that bad boy up in front of her name when she was in Mrs. Doubtfire.
5. On that note, I bet Eddie Murphy is a tad upset that he won't be able to put Academy Award winner Eddie Murphy up on his next movie, The Nutty Professor 3: Fat is Phat.
6. Best original song. Does anyone else think its a bit sad that a song written for a documentary about global warming beat a song written for an award winning musical? Just saying....
7. People make fun of the winner's speeches, and say that they can easily write better and funnier ones. That may be true, but I'd like to see how you'd do when you're called up to speak in front of a billion people and you know this is probably the only time you'll get to do. I guarantee you'll be blubbering and thanking everyone from your mom to your mom's barber.
Thats about it.
On a side note, I can't wait till Spring Break |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 22nd, 2007|06:46 pm] |
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Last minute cancellations annoy me.........because in the end...the person thats screwed the most is usually me. |
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| Nightmares |
[Feb. 7th, 2007|06:10 pm] |
I have this recurring dream that I'm either late for my spanish final or that I'm enrolled in the Spanish Class but didn't realize it until too late.
I don't understand it but you may.
Career Fair is tomorrow. I don't anticipate much success, but I'm a pessimist about such things. Maybe if I enjoyed kissing ass and backstabbing my peers more. |
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| I hope this isn't future me........ |
[Jan. 29th, 2007|10:37 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Fred Jones Part 2 by Ben Folds | ] |
Such a sad sad song...........
Fred Jones Part 2
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Twenty-five years
He's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
No one has left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off; someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time
Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
He reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 20th, 2007|07:39 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Bitches Ain't Shit by Ben Folds | ] |
Insanity -> repeatedly doing the same thing with the belief that this time, it will be different.
We're all a little insane sometimes, aren't we? |
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| I miss childhood |
[Jan. 14th, 2007|02:56 pm] |
"The only time we ever get to be happy in life--like, one hundred pecent blissful--is when we're little kids. Because we're too stupid to know how worried we should be."
I miss the days when the consequences were inconsequential. I miss the days when we could live for the now, and when every decision we made doesn't have large ramifications for the future. I miss the days when insecurities didn't rule our lives...when we were still excited about the pursuit of knowledge...when it was simple and easy to hang out with friends instead of fighting with countless conflicting schedules...when things like the bottom line didn't matter...when we didn't need alcohol to drop our inhibitions and act without second guessing ourselves...I miss a lot of things...but they're not coming back, so like all things that have past, its time to remember them fondly and move on.
But I still can't help but miss it. |
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| Birthday to me |
[Jan. 5th, 2007|11:43 pm] |
There are very few 5 minute boosts of ego quite as effective as waking up to this.
Thanks for the wishes, gifts, etc. everyone! I still want to celebrate with you LA folk since I didn't get the chance to do so on my actual day. I'll let you all know whats up! |
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