August 2001 Archive

European Adventure!

08/18/01

T Minus ZERO days until Europe BLASTOFF!

Sooo…tonight I head down to LA and then off to Europe for a sweet & delightful vacation. Should be stellar.

There’s not much else in news other than if I were to lock lips with any white boy on the planet right now, it’d be Alex Greenwald. He’s the lead vocalist for Phantom Planet and some of you may remember him as the delicious looking young man in those Gap Commercials.

Is it bad when I start getting crushes on hotties that are five years younger than me?

Silly me, very silly. I’m packed, eating, gotten my itinerary together, etc. I’m good to go, I think. Thank you all for the recommendations on places to visit & such.
If you asked for a post card I will definitely get it off to you! Smooches at my discretion. Much love and see you from the other continent.

Min Jung

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European Adventure!

08/17/01
T Minus 1 days until Europe
New Hair do


I’m just going to leave the flat tire be until I come back from Europe damnit. Be aware that housemate Jon will be kidnapping, er, blog sitting this site until I return.
When I can, I’ll be swinging in at an internet cafe or a hotel business center to check in and email updates.

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08/16/01

T Minus 3 days until Europe Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Would you like a postcard? Email me your mailing address (presuming you trust me – muah ha ha ha)

Warning. Excessive use of Expletives. Minors, please leave now.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
What brilliant timing. Two days before I head to Europe, my front right tire decides to totally blow as I drive my sorry as home late this morning.
FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK.
And this after only minor humiliation related to a cute guy.
FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK

And realizing that I left my palm pilot at the salon today though today was supposed to be my last day
FUCK SHIT FUCK FUC FUCK FUCK FUCK
and like yeah, I’m still just a tad ornery and very upset girl.
FUCK.FUCKFUCK.

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T Minus 3 days until Europe Weeeeeeeeeeeeee

08/15/01

T Minus 3 days until Europe Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

For those curious, I plan on updating this journal virtually. I will be emailing updates when I can to my housemate Jon (the pimpilicious pot pie man) and having him update this site. Otherwise I’ll be updating on occasion via the blog.

In Recent News:
Friends of mine live next door to Homestead execs. When showing them my site, the execs apparently said that my site, in all it’s development, personal traffic, etc…*MUST* be in the top 10. Percentile? Nah. **The Top Ten.**
Do I get a cookie for that? Seriously though, for web dummies like me, where wysiwyg is coolio, I’m quite find of Homestead. Sure, it’s clunky sometimes, looks like ass with Netscape, etc… but it works for me. I’m sticking with it. Mostly cuz I’m too lazy to learn anything else, but also cuz it genuinely fulfills my needs. Okies. Enough of the homestead plug.

In other news
Monster haircut & dye job. I have cranberry chunky streaks and a layers cut in while maintaining the length of my do. I dig it. New pix forthcoming. I just don’t have my game face on right now.

Also
There’s nothing quite as nice as having an amicable scotch with an Xfactor and having a random stranger come by your table, interrupt your conversation and say “I’m sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to say that you’re absolutely beautiful.”

True. A totally delicious feeling.

AND in the writing arena
Yours truly was accepted as one of six authors to be included in this years APAture

KSW presents APAture: A Window on the Art of Young Asian Pacific Americans, the Bay Area’s first and only arts exposition for emerging artists of Asian descent. As the diversity of Asian America itself includes the fourth generation, hapas and parachute kids, so do Asian American arts run the gamut from happily subversive to erotically outrageous and angrily contemplative. Organized by KSW Next — the young artists’ arm of KSW (18 to 35)– APAture is a celebration and a discussion of the art produced by this diverse demographic, an examination of how cultural forms and new technologies converge to create innovative body of visual, performing, musical, literary and projection arts. This week long expo of visual, performing, literary and media arts by young APA artists features:
Exhibition September 18-29, 2001 at SomArts (934 Brannan St., San Francisco)
I will be back from Europe by then.

OH FUCK
I just found out I have to read for this event. OH FUCK. Oh Shit. I have *NEVER* read before an audience.
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

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Poetica Spontenaium 08.13.01

08/13/01

T Minus 6 days until Europe Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Frightening but yes. I’m still going to Europe. I’m scrambling in the meantime, trying to get all my affairs in order, all my errands done, and all my necessary items cleaned & packable for this weekend. I can’t believe I’ll be away from my computer for a whole fricking month. Poor computer. *pat pat*. That’s ok dahling, we still have a few days left before I go…I wonder if my brother felt like this when he went overseas from his girlfriend/wife to another country for months on end. Nyah, probably not…he’s not really sentimental or emotional or anything like that. When I need to hug him to recharge my batteries, he usually shoves me away after a moment or two and calls me loopy.
Yeah, I guess I am. I’m the emotional one, the outgoing one, the chatty one, the one who gets into trouble, caught up in whimsy, doesn’t necessarily always have the best business sense, and of the two of us, I’m the one who’s more likely guilty of the occasional fuck up.

He’s the one that’s responsible and got it together. Yeah. That’s him. That’s not me. And I’d like to believe that our differences were ok, but many times, I really get caught up in that little sister syndrome. What do you do then? When the lectures and the criticism, more often then not self inflicted, outweigh the encouragement, confidence, and dare I hope for it – pride expressed by those who have always made it seem easy to be a superstar? Suck it up, live your own life & snip the ties when they tangle and bind.

Honesty Hurts.
The other day I had a panic. An overwhelming sense of self doubt and a sinking, solidified scratchy heavy ball of frustration, embarrassment–>shame, and insecurity. During days like that I want nothing to do other than to hide from the world. As it is, it’s hard enough to reconcile the fact that it�s *really* hard for me to find a job getting paid for anything/everything that I thought I was good at. These are not the times to hang out/talk with superstars.

At those moments, if you’re really honest, you either feel like a barnacled anchor weighing down the mood of the conversation. Pitiable. Either that or you feel like a fraud wearing an easily chippable mask, trying to convince the others and yourself that you have things under control, that you’re not stressed, that you know what you’re doing, that you’re doing not just ok, but doing brilliantly and that you’re not nervous, that you are on top of your life, that you don’t need help. And then you feel really ashamed. A very hot wet denim type of shame that sticks and itches.

And while the check is split evenly among friends who’ve ordered entrees, desserts, and wine, while you’ve had only a salad and water, you smile, careful not to let a brittle part of your mask chip and fall into your lap, pull out “your share” and pay. Of course, you try not to be angry or resentful because this single meal, with it’s single bill split evenly among friends, good friends, costs your entire lunch allowance for the week. These are your friends after all, and it’s not their fault. Nor would you feel very good about yourself if you let them buy you dinner. After all, have you no dignity?

As you walk to the car, you take a deep breath, unlock the doors and throw your bag inside. As you lock the seatbelt in place and turn the engine, you try to remember what it was like when you didn’t have to feel so brittle inside sometimes. You drive home ruthlessly, knuckles taut white. After driving home, you have four glasses of wine from a bottle already open in the kitchen, and stop fighting with yourself to cry and cry and cry until you your sweats off the mask, falling into your lap and smearing itself down the front of your dress, and your eyes become so swollen and puffy that you find yourself looking like a chinkified parody of yourself. With bleary eyes, nearly shut tight from weeping, you try to pick up all the pieces of the mask, stitch it together so that the seams don’t show, and set it aside, next to your bed’s night stand.
Then you sleep unrestfully.

I personally think I write better when I’m conflicted. Yeah. Puah.

Poetica Spontenaium
Inspired
This afternoon
with the lazy sun
too shy to kiss me
I sculpted the fog
into our names.

Sharp hard lines
steel swords
slicing while laced with dew
defined my name.

Your name was wrapped
in curves and liquidy motion
luminous in the fog lights
that crashed through

Fabulous
This past Saturday, I felt fabulous. I would have to be a drag queen to feel more fabulous. House party. Drinking, revelry, flirting, and kisses on the cheek. Way too many hilarious notes to mention, and no photos this time around save for that of my crazy party hair. TDGirl is responsible but she flaked on showing up at the party. Such is life. Oh well.

Defying the rules, 3 dudes showed up at the party together.
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Where’s the girl?
3 Dudes – “What girl?”
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – When 2 or more guys come together they have to bring a girl. It’s our house party rule. A very very very important party rule. We won’t be responsible for a sausage fest. It’s in the party invite…If you don’t know a girl to bring with you to the party then we don’t want your lame ass here anyway… otherwise you have to do two shots of whatever *I* pick.
3 Dudes – What? We didn’t know!
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Who invited you?
3 Dudes – ******
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – and they didn’t send you the evite?
3 Dudes – No.
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Tough. No excuses. Follow me to the bar?
3 Dudes – WHAT?
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – 2 shots. 1 tequila… 1 jagermeister. Right in a row.
3 Dudes – Come on! We just got here, not in a row
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Tough shit… here you go!
3 Dudes – *Grimacing* Gulp, Gulp
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Puah ha ha ha. I wasn’t kidding! We’re very serious about the party rules!
3 Red~Purple faced Dudes – Awww Shit!
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Puah ha ha ha.
3 Dudes NOW SO RED THAT THEY ARE PURPLE – Dude, that’s it…we’ve been taken out…we can’t even talk to anyone now…
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Puah ha ha ha. *giggle*

Later that evening…
After spotting cute boy talking with roommate
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – Who are you? You are so cute. Why haven’t I seen you before?
Tall Cute boy – Uh… *** never invited me before
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – to roommate “Shame on you… we need more eye candy at these parties…”
Roommate … “uh… ok…”
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – “Seriously hon, we need more guys of this calliber at our parties.. wooo”
Roommate… “sure…” (roommate chuckling to herself as cute boy blushes… …cute boy as it turns out is getting married in a scant two weeks – rats!)
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – to cute boy — “You are very cute…come back to our parties more often…wooo!… I’m off.. I gotta go talk to other people now before I blush…wooo!”

D&M
D & M are newlyweds. M is a hottie. D probably doesn’t appreciate this enough. As D & M were leaving the party, they were walking side by side, about 18 inches apart from each other. Calling out my goodbyes to them, I say to M, “Hey, one of my friends thinks you have a phenomenal ass!” D turns around and says “What?!”
Moi in Full on Diva Mode – “I said ONE OF MY FRIENDS THINKS THAT M. HAS A PHENOMENAL ASS!” M. starts giggling and D immediately walks over to place a possessive arm around her waist.

I swear, I’m not normally so weird. It was the hair.

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08/11/01

T Minus 9 days until Europe Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Things that cause your cranky mood meter to go through the roof
1. Running out of beer
2. 1 red sock in a load of white laundry
3. Phone calls from family
4. Getting cut off in traffic
5. Not getting paid on time or maybe at all for services rendered

Story of my life.

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08/10/01

T Minus 9 days until Europe Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Things that cause your cranky mood meter to go through the roof
1. Running out of beer
2. 1 red sock in a load of white laundry
3. Phone calls from family
4. Getting cut off in traffic
5. Not getting paid on time or maybe at all for services rendered

Story of my life.

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Adventure!

08/07/01

T Minus 12 days until Europe! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Lactose InfartulantAfter hitting Zacharies over in rockridge for stellar stuffed pizza with an unbelievable quantity of drippy cheese, I’ve been in a farting frenzy. No, I’m not kidding. Plus, I think mine also stink slightly of the baked garlic cloves spread on crackers that I had last night. Today, not particularly smelling like a sexay biyatch. *Shrug*. It’s a human thing. Just don’t walk behind me. You have been warned. I will need to be mindful to bring a caseload of lactaid pills with me to gay paris where I’ll be noshing on cheese in berets all day while wandering the streets saying

“Pardon et moi, *poot* ou peut *poot* je trouver *poot* un corien *poot* catholique *poot*?”

Or in French *pootet vous *

I Blue Him Off
Halfling was kind enough to allow me to play with his head again tonight. So after turning him blonde, I turned him blue. Pictures will be forthcoming. There are slightly greenish tints in it at the roots but over all, his hair is rather a lovely denim/indigo color. Could I be a stylist for a living? Erg. I think not, but I’m the resident hack in the meantime.

Just a few of the random things on my mind these days – In no particular order

Mapao Tofu
Soju recipes
Booty calls
Postcards
Resume tweaking
Financial status
Europe
More Europe
Yurup
SLAMS
Article ideas
Career moves
Bschool
Dad
Bro
Mommy
Short stories
Rain drops
Smoke

Posted by Min Jung in General, Mischief & Events

08/06/01

T Minus 13 days until Europe!~Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Sleepy. It’s a good type of silly sleepy though.
Not much to say today other than I have an overwhelming pile of laundry, some bills, & curious questions on my mind today.

I’d like to do an article on the notion of bootycalls. Do such things *really* exist? Care free? No strings attached? Between straight people even? Is it worth it? Slightly better than the one night stand, still not as good as a full blown happy relationship. What the heck, yo.I don’t know what to do but I think I’ve landed myself into just such a situation. Mighty wacky, yo.

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Happy August

08/05/01

Happy August: Tee minus 14 days until lift off:

That’s right. Two weeks until I head over to Europe for my first vacation there. Too giddy for words. Really too giddy for words. Weeeee!

Rats
After an APAture outing last night where I met for the first time uber sexay Ed Hsiu (different than the other reader Eddie Hsiu who I met again on Wednesday with Chun Li Fe Fe Fe Fe Felicia Z) and had a number of soju cocktails over at the Rohan Lounge – a chill place in SF where you can nibble, drink, & play scrabble on chill weekday nights, I came home deliriously exhausted.

You see, the previous few days were utterly exhausting. I’d been working every day at the salon, surviving & ameliorating drama between the stylists and the salon owners (one stylist was fired for bs reasons) had dinner with friends on Wednesday night, caught an exhaustion bug on Thursday, got talked into heading out to both a cigar lounge party on Thursday night and then afterwards to Club Bas for Drink Club’s shake-your-hoochie-thang, got home around 3:30 am and gone to work on Friday, zipped to bible study after that, and then over to my booty call, woops, my slam guy friend�s place to watch a video and thoroughly not get any sleep that night either (bowm chika bow bow bow bow) and then with Saturday�s being Saturday�s, I had to go to work, come home, eat fresh fresh fresh amazing Malaysian cuisine, and then head out, so after the Rohan Lounge, I somehow managed to have enough energy to scream like a little girl at 1:50 am when a rat jumped from my bathroom sink down to the floor and scuttled across my path. Um yeah. I keep my feet off the ground and seated on chairs a lot today. And yes, this week has felt like one huge ass run-on sentence.

Yo. Happy Bday Chuckie I’m pretty sure you don�t’ read this, but I want to say happy birthday to you. You make my brother happier than anyone in the world and I love you for that. Have a great one.

Sunny Days
Sometimes it only takes a sparkle of light shimmering down through the trees onto your face to make a Sunday just perfect.
Perfect.

Min Jung

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