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It finally happened. The body had its last straw. This could very well just be a 24-hour stomach flu that I caught, but I'm taking the current shut down as a cold, hard sign that I need to take care of myself better. The vampire/LMFAO sleep-all-day-play-all-night lifestyle isn't working for me anymore.
The worst part, aside from the constant nausea, is the fact that all I can keep down are saltine crackers and Hatorade. No, I'm not knocked up, but definitely being forced to a diet of one who might be.
Many thanks and much love to my friends who were graciously willing to drop me off at the med center in response to my depressing text this morning. Knowing that there are people out there who wouldn't want to see you die, besides mom and dad, is a huge deal. I say that with any sarcasm removed.
Dad came on-call to visit me today, thus resulting in awkward family story #1834. This time he felt the need to tell the waiter at the Ramen place that "she's having stomach problems so can you make it less greasy and oily?" Awesome, possum. I already looked and smelled unpleasant, but I know everything they do is out of love.
Oh, and props to Ashe Center for being surprisingly unshady. The doctor who examined me seemed very much together and on top of her game. Gotta love exams. It's like getting asked your very own Inside the Actor's Studio questionnaire, except instead of "What's turns you on" and "What's your favorite curse word" you get stuff about bowel movements and family medical history. I left with a can of Gatorade with a STRAW! Felt like a kid.
This is the worst time to get sick with all the events and midterms coming up. Hopefully I'm good to go for tomorrow night.
This BOONDOCK SAINTS II Sneak and Panel is a big event in terms of complexity to arrange. My gmail thread with the mPRm rep is now at 70 exchanges and counting--T.G.4.GMAIL. Fairly certain I've covered everything: tech checks, studio reps, talent, LA Times & Variety press, and all arriving at different times of course, arranging their parking passes, extra guestlists, limited and still fluctuating seat count, formal panel (which I'm supposed to moderate for a bit..die), print canister lock codes?, arranging delivery/pickup, but it's always down to the actual event and anything can happen. I hope for the best! I would also like to have some Yogurtland afterward. Yeah...that would be nice.
26 October 2009
24 October 2009
Amusicality
The past two days have been greatly entertaining and musical. Thursday manifested itself as most epic nrb/karaoke night ever, thus far.
Crowning moment was everyone witnessing Ty's first time, during which he stole the show for a good 5-6 song block with magical gems like: "Umbrella", "Roxanne", "Part of Your World". Doesn't remember a thing. Amy and I reached the point of laughter where sounds don't even come out but tears do.
We tried a new place, though Feel has always been good to us, Soop Sok Music Studio offered a steal of a deal. Our group of 17 earned us a majestic and spacious room, perfect dance floor, tambourines that lit up like those sneaks you wore at four years old, rotating ceiling colored disco balls, a stage, large LCD, small screens all around. Most nice Korean NRBs are this equipped, but I'd never been able to take advantage of the larger rooms 'til now.
The party continued on Wilshire Blvd. all the way back as we actually took part in an immature, but so freakin' fun windows down, side-by-side, radio-blasting extravaganza. Of course Rach and I abided by the law at all times, stayed buckled, under limit. Late-night In N Out topped off the night perfectly.
This was only the beginning of epic karaoke. Mo' F'sho'.
Friday evening, I caught up with Mustardseed. Had a deeeeelicious NY Reuben at Urth, then wandered Beverly Blvd. a bit. The night winded down and back up at Amy's with epic Rock Band, Uncharted the movie/the most engaging "video game" I'd ever witnessed, then a most welcome run to BCD on Wilshire.
It's been a good way to let go after a stressful and busy few weeks with papers and the less pretty side of CEC. Being a director definitely holds its perks but there's always the burden of responsibility. Despite all the obstacles so far, I appreciate the experience. Been dipping into the world of leadership, money management, negotiation, delegation, team dynamics, professionalism on a larger, college-level scale. Movin' up and movin' on from student council and ASB days!
Plus you can't beat the people. Love the people.
Week 5 and 6 might end me before 2012.
Three papers, two midterms, Boondock Saints II screening and panel, CMF judging, CMF finale, two $2 movies, Halloween? (least of my worries). Safe to say that I will be relieving major stress November 7-8. Two amazing shows, can't wait, though part of me would love to spend that weekend at home.
Now, with bruised hands from playing the karaoke tambourine and rock band enthusiastically, here goes...
We tried a new place, though Feel has always been good to us, Soop Sok Music Studio offered a steal of a deal. Our group of 17 earned us a majestic and spacious room, perfect dance floor, tambourines that lit up like those sneaks you wore at four years old, rotating ceiling colored disco balls, a stage, large LCD, small screens all around. Most nice Korean NRBs are this equipped, but I'd never been able to take advantage of the larger rooms 'til now.
The party continued on Wilshire Blvd. all the way back as we actually took part in an immature, but so freakin' fun windows down, side-by-side, radio-blasting extravaganza. Of course Rach and I abided by the law at all times, stayed buckled, under limit. Late-night In N Out topped off the night perfectly.
This was only the beginning of epic karaoke. Mo' F'sho'.
Friday evening, I caught up with Mustardseed. Had a deeeeelicious NY Reuben at Urth, then wandered Beverly Blvd. a bit. The night winded down and back up at Amy's with epic Rock Band, Uncharted the movie/the most engaging "video game" I'd ever witnessed, then a most welcome run to BCD on Wilshire.
It's been a good way to let go after a stressful and busy few weeks with papers and the less pretty side of CEC. Being a director definitely holds its perks but there's always the burden of responsibility. Despite all the obstacles so far, I appreciate the experience. Been dipping into the world of leadership, money management, negotiation, delegation, team dynamics, professionalism on a larger, college-level scale. Movin' up and movin' on from student council and ASB days!
Plus you can't beat the people. Love the people.
Week 5 and 6 might end me before 2012.
Three papers, two midterms, Boondock Saints II screening and panel, CMF judging, CMF finale, two $2 movies, Halloween? (least of my worries). Safe to say that I will be relieving major stress November 7-8. Two amazing shows, can't wait, though part of me would love to spend that weekend at home.
Now, with bruised hands from playing the karaoke tambourine and rock band enthusiastically, here goes...
23 October 2009
Now's a good a time as any
Revive blog. Go!
I dabbled around wordpress and tumblr, but realized that I settled in nicely chez blogspot, so I'm stickin' with it. I've grown accustomed to it's face and options and html-ness.
But! I bought a flickrpro account….last week. Surprise, I actually did take pictures while I was studying abroad in London, and with pop's fancy DSLR. The art of photogr—picture taking has always been more is more with me. Can’t help it. Ever since I was a youngin’, I’d always take the arts & craft project one bottle of glitter glue too far, one sticker too many…on the tv. On my ten day East Coast trip in eighth grade I took a whopping 600. So you can only imagine how many I took on my ten-day trip to France in high school.
Bit difficult to explain the reasoning behind such excessive snappage. It lies in a sense of fear and urgency, the what-if worries that “I’ll never come here ever again. Every single thing/moment here needs to be captured”, plus that strange bit of me that finds something worth capturing in the most ordinary, uninteresting things. I'd like to think that over the years I’ve refined and edited my eye and judgment for what’s worth capturing. Still, I took a crapload of photos in London, some in raw the rest still in high pixels so it’s taking forever and a day to upload these. Top and bottom player images are a sneak peek. You’ll just have to wait an indefinite amount of time for the rest.
In regular news, I'm still maintaining the world's fastest-way-to-premature-heart-failure diet, aka the Reptar. It's got a nice ring to it like Atkins or South Beach, except with entirely opposite effects.
I've also kept my insomnia in perfect condition, accomplishing the following in a series of all-nighters and sunrises:
--Weeding out the recyclable pages from my Sunday LA Times
--Cutting and saving coupons from redplum and saver inserts. I'm practicing for when I turn 85 in a few years.
--Hulu-ing the first season of Arrested Development for old time’s sake, then
--Engaging in a Tobias quotes-filled twitterstream with @neochoa
--Updating my iCal
--Going through my monthly “If-I-had-a-buttload-of-money-I’d-go-to-these-20some-concerts-which-I’ve-opened-up-in-my-tabs” thing
--Revamping this thing
--Being the ultimate human gmail
--Living and breathing CEC 24/7
--Living and breathing
--Freaking out after PARANORMAL ACTIVITY and FOURTH KIND and after educating myself too much about 2012. Damn Mayans.
The sun and I should be greeting each other shortly.
'Til the next post, hasta.
I dabbled around wordpress and tumblr, but realized that I settled in nicely chez blogspot, so I'm stickin' with it. I've grown accustomed to it's face and options and html-ness.
But! I bought a flickrpro account….last week. Surprise, I actually did take pictures while I was studying abroad in London, and with pop's fancy DSLR. The art of photogr—picture taking has always been more is more with me. Can’t help it. Ever since I was a youngin’, I’d always take the arts & craft project one bottle of glitter glue too far, one sticker too many…on the tv. On my ten day East Coast trip in eighth grade I took a whopping 600. So you can only imagine how many I took on my ten-day trip to France in high school.
Bit difficult to explain the reasoning behind such excessive snappage. It lies in a sense of fear and urgency, the what-if worries that “I’ll never come here ever again. Every single thing/moment here needs to be captured”, plus that strange bit of me that finds something worth capturing in the most ordinary, uninteresting things. I'd like to think that over the years I’ve refined and edited my eye and judgment for what’s worth capturing. Still, I took a crapload of photos in London, some in raw the rest still in high pixels so it’s taking forever and a day to upload these. Top and bottom player images are a sneak peek. You’ll just have to wait an indefinite amount of time for the rest.
In regular news, I'm still maintaining the world's fastest-way-to-premature-heart-failure diet, aka the Reptar. It's got a nice ring to it like Atkins or South Beach, except with entirely opposite effects.
I've also kept my insomnia in perfect condition, accomplishing the following in a series of all-nighters and sunrises:
--Weeding out the recyclable pages from my Sunday LA Times
--Cutting and saving coupons from redplum and saver inserts. I'm practicing for when I turn 85 in a few years.
--Hulu-ing the first season of Arrested Development for old time’s sake, then
--Engaging in a Tobias quotes-filled twitterstream with @neochoa
--Updating my iCal
--Going through my monthly “If-I-had-a-buttload-of-money-I’d-go-to-these-20some-concerts-which-I’ve-opened-up-in-my-tabs” thing
--Revamping this thing
--Being the ultimate human gmail
--Living and breathing CEC 24/7
--Living and breathing
--Freaking out after PARANORMAL ACTIVITY and FOURTH KIND and after educating myself too much about 2012. Damn Mayans.
The sun and I should be greeting each other shortly.
'Til the next post, hasta.
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