gonna be a long one
BeachPanda’s Wisdom Bits
Sleep is a waste of time. You could be doing other things such as shop online, watch Desperate Housewives, or eat many, many crackers.
This is why I’m sleep deprived and a caffeine addict.
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Random Pet Peeve
I’m tired of having to upload new pics to THREE different places: Facebook, Friendster, and MySpace! Why won’t everybody just use Facebook!! It’s ten times better anyway!
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Update
For those of you living in a cave or desert island these past 6 months, here’s what you missed. I didn’t get that work visa because a billion people tried out for it even if they didn’t really plan to work long or stay and get married and have kids and grandkids in the States. But of course they’re not the ones to blame, because the government should have given more thought to the quota problem. Apparently the USCIS spent a whole 2 and a half seconds thinking about it, because look at what they decided on: the lottery system. How very intelligently done.
Anyways, I’m looking into a green card process which I’m sure would take.. oh, about 5-10 years to complete. Sigh. Here we go again.
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My Angelina Jolie Lip
Sometime ago, one side of my upper lip was inflamed. (Possible culprit: one too many Flamin Hot Cheetos.)
Pic on the left was my normal side. Pic on the right was my Jolie side.
I thought I looked better inflamed. Don’t you agree? I should get collagen injections. Then I would look like this (the following is courtesy of Photoshop.. ignore the nose though, it got cut off and I’m too lazy to fix it):
On second thought.. I look downright scary.
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Oodles of Thought
After talking to various old friends, I’ve realized that the world has been moving at a lightning speed. And I was just.. sitting there on the sidewalk.. doing nothing but playing with my freshly picked booger. I mean, I might as well be doing that in real life. All I’ve done is waste time and energy worrying and sulking about a stupid visa. (Ok maybe it does qualify as a legitimate concern.) I just wish I’d used the energy to better myself at what I do, or achieve some ridiculously high goal. Oh well. What’s past is past and I guess I just couldn’t help it. What’s now is now, though. I should start aiming for, like, the stars. I just hope I don’t lose steam mid-way, and fall back down to earth — unto that sidewalk with the booger smeared across it.
Oh by the way, great news from former PCC Mailroom Girls: one is getting hitched (HH), one finally got married (IL), and another (MJ) is preggers!!!! Oh my. Lightning speed.
Note to PCC Indos who are probably a little intrigued by the news:
The preggers mailrun girl IS Indo and presently lives in Indo. Once you figure out who that is, let me console you by saying I was also shocked to my core when she told me. BUT ONE THING….. don’t tell her I told you. Because technically I didn’t. : p
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This image combines the two things I hold dear: Norman Rockwell and my favoritest TV show ever.
Btw I created a group sometime ago for the latter on Friendster, and have left it alone all this time. I just went back to check, and it’s got 98 members. This proves a couple of things:
1. that I am DA BOMB
2. that people really like joining useless groups… and that I am DA BOMB.
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My company’s finally moved to our new corporate headquarters. "Extravagant" is really an understatement to describe this place. Check out the results of my moonlighting as an interior photographer on the right-hand side of this page (if you’re using Friendster) (Facebookers, you gotta go to the original post). The album’s called "Slave Labor, Inc"… my first name choice was "Hades".
The place is huuuge! (20,000 square ft!) From the looks of things, my boss should be able to afford giving me a raise every other month.
