My brother really loves his camera phone. He likes taking pictures of obscure things, and sending them to people.

He showed me a picture of what looked like a butt... but it was really his leg (around the knee area).

But yesterday, he showed my parents and I a picture. We couldn't figure out what it was. He actually took a picture of his poo!!! Isn't that disgusting??? This is what I grew up with, and this is what I have to live with. Sometimes, I'm very thankful he still has a year and half more of school.

I'm the biggest homebody that ever lived....

conversation with my brother:

sonnyD102: i dont realy feel like calling ppl anymore to chill
sonnyD102: imma wait if they even call me then i'll go out
Seolicious: you're gonna end up at home al the time then
Seolicious: being a LONER
Seolicious: that's sad.. i'm going out more than you
Seolicious: think about that
Seolicious: hahahahhha
sonnyD102: yea watever

I've always wanted a nickname growing up. There's a sense of closeness with the people that call you by that name.

While I was in Indonesia, we spent a lot of time with the Dicuses. They have a little girl named Elizabeth that I always played with. She used to call me Chrissy. I loved it... "Chrissy, come sit next to me."

I remember I had a conversation with my dad about this a while back... I asked him why I never had a nickname growing up. He said, "You did have a nickname."

"I did?? What was it?"

"Tank"

I thought he was just joking... and took it as a joke. Until my mom mentioned this past week to our family guest that my nickname indeed was "Tank" growing up. Some pastor named me that. Thank goodness it didn't stick!

*I was walking out of the MUNI/BART station this morning, and I tripped walking up the stairs. TWICE. My shoe got caught in the cuff of my pants... I'm just extemely thankful to the people that walked by. I looked up, and they didn't embarass me by laughing, or giggling, or asking "Are you ok?" They just kept a straight face and kept walking. *

I need a break to recuperate from break.

I felt like Garfield this morning... I was hating Monday morning.
- I hate the rain. HATE IT. And there was crazy wind action, so it was raining horizontally. The howling scares me.
- I was walking to the bus stop, and I saw the streetcar coming in, so I RAN as fast as I could in the rain. The door closed on me right as I approached it. Grrr
- I have a stomachache.
- Almost had a heart attack because I thought I didn't bring my security badge. Turns out, it was hidden in my bag.

But it's ok.. the day is looking better. We have chocolate and brownies. Yum

I had to beat my dad up yesterday. Of course, "pretend" beat up. But he surrendered just the same.

I was sitting on the couch yesterday, reading, really engrossed in a book (The Da Vinci Code), when the phone rings. My dad goes to pick it up, and after talking a bit, tells me my mom wants to talk to me. He could have easily handed me the phone. I promise you, the cord would have reached me. But nope... he puts the phone down on the table, and runs over to the couch so that I HAD to get up and answer. Such a kid...

So I had to regulate after I got off the phone with my mom. I put him in a hold, and kept trying to bite his ear. So after about a minute of this, he surrendered. (Yeah, we're weird).

Every time we play like this, my dad is amazed by my strength. And everytime he asks why my sister and I don't have boyfriends yet, I tell him guys are intimidated by our brute strength. HaHaHa. So Mr. Right, if you're out there, but just scared to make the move, I won't beat you up. I promise.

Tuesday nights are my TV nights. '24' and 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.'

I know guys find it annoying when girls watch sports with them, and instead of concentrating on the game, they're talking about which player is cute. I also know a lot of girls get annoyed when guys don't take them seriously when they talk about sports.

Anyhow, my point in bringing this up is that I find Tony Almaeda and Jack Bauer very very mushee-suh in '24.' But really, this is a case where I do watch the show for the storyline. Really.

I love Queer Eye just for their wittiness. They really make those guys look good.

Can't wait to watch TV tonight. :)

My sister was extremely giddy and eager to let me know that her co-workers asked if I was the older sister after meeting me at the holiday party. That makes her happy on 2 levels. 1. They're saying she looks young. 2. They're saying I look old.

Sucks

Yesterday, at small group, I was showing off my new ring that I bought on the street at Union Square. Lilliene wanted to try it on, and the ring I wear on my ring finger fits on her thumb!!

My friend said my fingers were cute... "bok" (luck) fingers. I think that was just a euphamism for fat. =P

I gave the garage man the cookies. ;)

Highlights from yesterday:

- Holiday lunch with my co-workers. We sat in that restaurant for 3 hours. 3 HOURS!!! I ate SO much.
- My sister's holiday party 2 hours later. I somewhat learned how to mingle. Good chicken satay.
- This gay guy telling this girl at the party:

"Talk to the fist, cuz the hand is pissed"

hahaha. man, i laughed so hard when he said that. :)
- Being a mini cookie making factory

I baked cookies for my co-workers, and since I had so many anyway, I thought I'd give some to the garage guy. Got up the courage to walk by and give it to him, and he wasn't there. I guess I'll try again later today.

There's a garage that I always walk by on my way to work. It's on the same block. There's a security guard that stands out there. 25? 26? maybe... not sure.

I used to just walk by. But then we started making eye contact, because I walk by at least 4 times a day, so we started smiling. And now we've moved on to saying "hi."

The weather is so freakin cold, and he has to stand out there all day. I want to be a nice person like Isabel and buy him a cup of coffee. (She buys her doorman cookies). But 2 things are preventing me from actually following through. 1. I don't know how he takes his coffee. 2. I DON'T WANT HIM TO THINK I'M HITTING ON HIM!!!

Gift giving is supposed to be such a joyful tradition, but I think it's more stressful than anything. You need to pick out something that the person will like, but it's a risk. But if you want to be safe, lotions and gift cards seem too impersonal.

And then what if you just want to give someone something small, but they end up giving you a crazy gift... pressure, pressure.

A gift is supposed to be freely given and happily received. We feel pressure not only because we expect to receive, but we expect to receive something in particular. And if we don't receive that something in particular, the "happily received" part isn't there, and the other person feels really bad...

Good thing I don't have a boyfriend. It's saving me a lot of stress, and prolonging the gray hairs. Birthdays, anniversaries, valentine's day, christmas, blah blah blah.

But if you are in need of stupid gag gifts....

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I bought a cd player to listen on my way to work. Sucks how cd players don't come with an AC adapter nowadays. So I bought a universal AC adapter.. comes with 6 different plugs... only it doesn't fit. I'll bet Sony made their AC adapter hole a special size, just so that you'll have to buy it from them.

I also bought a Clay Aiken CD and a Josh Groban CD this weekend. Please don't shoot me.

A bunch of us from our flag football team went to go support Caroline and watch her dance. Man, all of them can MOVE! I was amazed at the little kids. They get down.

But the definite highlight... the little Korean boy getting all funky. He was SO good. That's the first Korean guy I've seen get down like that. And it was adorable because he had these chubby cheeks. He must have been 10? 12? I think the general sentiment amongst the girls... we all wanted to take him home with us.

I think some of the girls were waiting with their cameras, wanting to take a picture with him. Maybe he knew he was so popular and that's why he never showed up? Either that or he was too short and we just didn't see him walk through the crowd.

The show made a bunch of us want to send our kids to dance class. Whenever that happens...

I wonder if B.O. is like perfume, in the sense that if you're carrying the scent, you don't smell it anymore after a while.

I was on the MUNI this morning when a guy walked by, and I caught a whiff of something very unpleasant. Halfway through the ride, he stood up to give his seat to an older lady (which was good), but I started crossing my fingers hoping he wouldn't stand in front of me (which would be very bad).

But as luck would have it, he did come stand right in front of me, with his arms raised to grab the bar above. I don't think I've ever held my breath for so long before.

I'm munching on an apple, and I feel like I've lost my sense of taste. In reference to a previous blog, this is NOT one of those funky smells that you just can't help but sniffing over again.

I thought this was interesting. What a man should be like???

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My dear Sarah...

... You go, girl!!!

I was so cold when I woke up this morning, I decided to wear leggings under my pants.

I look a little thicker than usual, but a small price to pay for warmth.

I think I have the beginnings of social anxiety disorder. I usually like to just sit back and hang out with friends, but lately, I've just been overwhelmed. My first thoughts are, show your face, and then get out as soon as possible.

It's almost like I have an out of body experience. I'm there, in the crowd, but at the same time I'm observing everyone's actions and conversations. It doesn't feel real to me.

Does this make sense?

darn pantyhose

I need a head start on my New Year's Resolutions. I started thinking about them yesterday.

1. eat less/work out more/lose weight
2. be nicer (i've got a few people in mind I could be more pleasant to)
3. be more helpful at my dad's church
4. Pray more
5. thought about finding myself a man this year, but it's too hard. So I'll go the other extreme -- Stop talking about boys.

Of course, these don't apply till January 1. So until then, eat up and talk up. :)

The bathroom on my floor is on the other side. Doesn't help that I have to go 5 times a day.

To make the distance seem shorter, I powerwalk/jog over to the bathroom.

So I can't figure out if I'm being lazy. Because on one hand, I'm doing it because it makes the bathroom seem closer. But on the other, I'm jogging, right?

There's a Starbucks or Tully's on every block here. Every morning, 90% of the people I walk by are holding a red Starbucks cup, hurrying to their respective workplace. I guess coffee is their battery pack. They need it to get going in the morning.

Now I'm not an avid coffee drinker, but working downtown, I almost feel like I NEED a red Starbucks cup in my hand to fit in too. I felt kind of groggy this morning so I went to the cafe upstairs and bought a cup. Doesn't taste as good as people make it look.

And it makes me think, how much money would they save if they bought coffee and creamer from safeway, stashed it at their desk, and made themselves a cup every morning. But I guess the fact that you pay that much for Starbucks makes it taste that much better? I don't get it.

To move on to a completely unrelated topic, what's the deal with thread count on sheets? (I was browsing randomly online) Supposedly, the higher the thread count, the better and softer the sheets. First of all, you lie on top of it. It's so thin, it's not like it provides any cushioning. The whole point of a sheet is to cover your matress. That's all. And secondly, unless you sleep naked, I don't see how softer makes any difference.

Yay. It's Friday! Can't wait till tonight!!!

I opened the microwave to heat my lunch up today, and I got a whiff of what I think were beets. It was one of those odd, funky, skunky smells that smell so stinkin weird, you can't help but stick your nose in there and get another whiff. I took much too long getting my food out of the microwave. Gross, huh?

My right double eyelid is giving me grief.

In high school, my friends got me started on taping my eyelids... to get that fold. Eventually, I got a permanant one on my right eye... a very small one, but still, a fold. (My mom says I earned money, since I don't need surgery now) :D

My eyes are different sizes. I usually have a double eyelid on my right eye, and none on my left eye. But they're even that way. So when I do get a fold on my left eye, it's like a bonus, only, my eyes become mismatched again.

But for the past 2 days, my right fold has been disappearing. So with the fold on my left eye, and none on my right eye, there's an even greater disparity.

Usually, when the right fold disappears, all I have to do is tape it for about 20 minutes and it'll reappear. But that didn't work yesterday. And it didn't work this morning.

My solution? My sister told me her friend put a little eyelash adhesive on the crease above their eye, and that makes it stick. My sister had some lying around, so I tried it. It definitely works, but now I have this sticky feeling every time I blink.

I try to leave the house by 7:55 to catch the MUNI. This morning, I tried to spend 5 more minutes in bed, and ended up having to rush out of the house because of it.

I was in such a hurry I started fast walking, and my heel got caught in the crack in the sidewalk. All of a sudden, I feel my left shoe is really loose. I look down, and smart me, I broke the strap.

Didn't have enough time to run back home to change shoes. So now I'm click-clacking every time I walk.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Thanksgiving at my house seems to be a holiday to be thankful for the food we're eating.

You know how on TV, the family sits down together for dinner, and they all hold hands and share what they're thankful for? And it's usually mushy stuff... like, i'm thankful for you, and you, and you.

Well, not that I envy that... but at my house, it always seems different. I come from a typical korean family, where sharing your feelings just doesn't happen. So what do we do? Invite a whole mess of people over, stuff ourselves silly, watch movies, go bowling, and play games.

We're rebels. We feel thanksgiving shouldn't just happen on one day out of the year. So we treat it as any other day... only we have really good food and lots of company. Love it. LOVE IT!!!!!!!

A big CONGRATULATIONS to Gower and Daniel on your engagement. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. CRAZY!!!!! And Gower, like you said, couldn't be there for the engagement, but I'll be there for the real thing. ;)