i threw a moving-out party last night to celebrate my last few weeks in prospect heights. i'm really going to miss this apartment and having people over, it's been a lot of fun and i've had some great memories here.

it's funny looking at my empty apartment the next morning and trying to remember how it felt the night before, filled with friends and noise. now all i see is just stale food, empty bottles and a big mess to clean up. thankfully my sister hung around and helped me this morning.

i never trust sites like yelp because people like to bitch and moan about the dumbest things. i learned this when i started purchasing stuff through amazon. i would buy something and then read the reviews that people gave it, and it would make me want to shake them violently and say please shut the hell up. some people just complained about the most minute things that i thought was so unnecessary.

anyway, because of my philosophy that people are crazy and from my previous experience with user generated reviews, i do not like sites such as yelp. well, it's about 4:20 am right now and i'm bored as hell with nothing to do, so i did a yelp search of my work place and i found this gem below:

"One curiousity I have is the idea of having the wait staff dressed like 20 year old college students. No apron, no sign that they work for the restaurant. It wasn't a big deal and for the most part they were cool and attentive. Although the little hipster Asian guy with the black rim glassed was pretty rude to me when I walked back in after going out to flag down my Fiance. Dude, I was already inside sitting with a full table of friends. A stern "Hello? Can I help you??" as if we were somehow trying to sneak in and steal something was not necessary"

haha. and what does she mean by hipster? i just have my own bummy style.

but all joking aside, i'm usually never rude.

i do not understand people who bring strollers and children to a busy nyc restaurant at the peak of dinner hour.

they annoy me a lot. i would call what i have annoy galore---that's how much annoyance i have for them, it could fill buckets. damn annoygalor.

i've blogged about it before, but i fucking LOVE mcdonald's and it will always hold a special place in my childhood and memories. i don't want no damn birthday cake anymore in my life, just big-macs with candles, please.

with that being said, i wish i could be as happy as the day i was in the following photo---i mean, i'm smiling (yes, and sincerely) for goodness sakes. i have absolutely no memory of this day but it's prob somewhere in the late 80's in my family's nearby jackson heights apartment in queens.

if i could relive one day out of my life continually for the rest of my life, i would choose this day because i probably was happy as hell and didn't have to give a shit about anything. .

i am a kid of the 90's.

i absolutely love 90's music (mostly everything before 1997) and i've always listened to korean pop music my whole life and enjoy korean music even now, which means i fucking love 90's korean music.

my favorite all time korean group for the rest of my life will always be Roo'Ra (룰라). growing up, i was fucking obsessed with them and their music, especially their second, third and fourth albums. they had some stylistic and member changes after that, but none of it compared to their 2nd (1995), 3rd (1995) and 4th (1006) albums---for real, THEY'RE THE SHIT. listening to them now, sure, i admit that a lot of their songs sound like rip-offs of american songs, but i don't care they're still the shit. i will never change my opinion about roo'ra, their music really means a lot to me.

each one of their albums that i love brings back happy memories of where i was living and how my life was at that time. i moved around a lot as a kid and had a million other weird issues but listening to roo'ra always made me feel very happy.

the following roo'ra albums will ALWAYS be classics to me.

*i am aware and saw their recent comeback, but refuse to acknowledge that it happened due to the fact that it was really bad.

i have to admit that i've been really bad with taking cabs home for the past month or so. i usually end work late and just don't feel like dealing with the subways all the way back to brooklyn so i just ride a yellow cab home.

i got home about an hour or so and because i ended work late and wound up having a few drinks with my coworkers, i rode a cab home. the interesting part is, as i was exiting my cab at the stoplight near my apt in brooklyn, i totally saw this chick alone in another cab that's stopped at the same light---and she was leaning her head out the window of the back right-side seat and very slowly and surreptitiously vomiting out the window. the window was half-way down and her mouth is barely reaching the top, yet she's still quietly dripping her vomit down the glass and side of the car. the cab driver had no idea she was doing this, and by the look on the girl's face, i don't think she realized what she was doing either---i looked at her face and man, she was fucked up.

holy shit, that gave me a good laugh.

only in nyc does your grass supplier tell you that they can't come meet you somewhere like usual and instead asks you to drop by their apartment because they're not able to leave since "it's monday night and gossip girl is on."

one day, my insomnia is going to make me do something crazy.

less talk, more action.

to support one of my best friends, judy---me and all of my close friends usually go to anna sui's show at fashion week every season.

all the spring 2010 shows marks the end of an era because this is the last time nyc fashion week will be at bryant park, so sad---it's moving to lincoln center starting with the fall 2010 shows.

anyhoo, here's some pictures from last night. fun fun funn.

i hate to admit it, but i think i'm going to be an insomniac for life. it's always been a problem and i don't know how to fix it.

if i had one superpower, it would be the ability to fall asleep whenever i wanted. yes---i would be that loser superhero and i'm sure my costume would be as lame as hell.

wow, you know things are bad when the lady at burger king behind the register says, "damn, you hungry!" after placing your order at 4:30 in the morning. somehow i wandered alone from 58 and madison to the burger king that's 24 hours on the weekend at 32nd and fifth.

ny fashion week is looming. models have overtaken downtown, they're everywhere.

i've been through a lot of stuff while i've been at my current apartment, and i was extremely grateful to have somewhere i could call home to have as a solid foundation. it's spacious and quiet here, and i love the fact that i have no furniture. i love that it's almost completely empty. most people come over and think it's sad but it's just what i prefer---less is always more.

anyway, i was cooking some dinner (even though it's two in the morning) before and for the first time ever, reading a book while doing so. it was actually nice and i was able to focus on the book. the pathetic part is that it's probably the first book i've read in 6 months. the last one i tried was The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. i love how it won the pulitzer but i'm sorry, i couldn't even make it to the 1/2 way point. it just jumped around too much for me and there were so many terms on every page that i didn't know and at one point i had no idea what was going and i got too lazy to look them up. that's when i put it down. well anyhow, i was standing there reading and watching the pan when i realized that i'm really going to miss this apartment when i leave. i'm sort of sad that i only have a month and a half left.

oh, and i also plan to go out with a bang. i've thrown many parties and dinners here and plan to have a bash before i leave. woohoo.

i need to be more social, i should try new things.

instead of wandering alone all over downtown for hours at 2am after work, maybe i should just get a tv so i'd have something to do when i got home. oh yes, and a couch would be nice. furniture is always a plus.

dating is fun.

i just hung out with this dude that i recently reconnected with last week after two years of not seeing each other. we randomly ran into each other at a bar and have been in contact since. i'm not sure how long or far this will go, but at this point it's nice to go out and meet people and have a good time.  i realized that ever since i became single a month or so ago, i've been going on a steady and healthy pace of dates and am doing whatever the fuck i want. i'm not attaching any emotions or promises to anything by choice---i just don't want anything serious. while i am technically dating, it's been a very long time where i've had what feels like a true date with someone---just having dinner/drinks with someone and truly getting to know each other for the first time.

i guess we'll see how things go. i'm happy to say that i'm doing well in the dating department and am just having as much fun as possible. i haven't found anyone i want to go into a serious relationship with yet and not only is that 110% okay, but it's what i'll probably prefer for a while.

here's to being young in nyc and thinking anything in life and love is possible.

i just got paid, it's friday night,  my hair's done and i spent 5 minutes trying to figure out what i want to wear for the evening. i can't get dressed and ready to leave the house without music so i'm blasting one of my favorite albums from one of my favorite movies, reality bites. just another friday night i guess. what are my plans for the night you ask? well, i'm going to work. fun fun fun.

sometimes, i really suck at life.

the lease to my apartment is over in early october and i don't know what to do. my roommate wants to move out and at first i was thinking of staying and just finding a new roommate, but i'm not so sure anymore. this place just has some annoying leaks that my landlord hasn't fixed since last november---i don't know if i can deal with them for another year. plus, my roommate and ex-boyfriend are best friends (that's how we met) and while i feel like i've had a lot of memories here with them, it might be time to just move on. however, on the other hand, i absolutely hate moving and am not sure if i can afford it. plus my neighborhood is getting so much better, its even changed tremendously since i moved in last year. there's lots more young people and restaurants popping up everywhere and plus i have friends who live nearby as well.

and one of my favorite things about my neighborhood is that it always smells like fresh baked breads. as soon as you get off the subway, there's this pastry smell lingering in the air and it's so uplifting---i smell it and just instantly feel good. my roommate and i always wondered where the smell came from and then one day i walked one block away from the street i always walk on and discovered a bread making factory.

part of me thinks i'll probably move out, but i guess i'll just have to see.

does anyone else miss the winter?

note to any z-list reality stars---please don't come into busy nyc restaurants and think anyone gives a fuck and will seat you faster than other patrons.

z-lister: "do you watch x show on x channel? "
me: "nope."
z-lister's friend: "this is x and he's on that show!"
me: "great. the wait is still 50 minutes."

i've never heard of this dude or seen the show and am pretty sure no one else watches it either. i wish i could've made him wait longer than normal for trying to pull that bs.

my beloved ibook (from 2005) is currently sitting alone on a shelf somewhere at techserve on 23rd street. techserve is one of the largest mac repair and service centers in the city and I had to bring mine in to get my harddrive wiped out and a new one installed. basically i lost all my files because being the idiot that i am, i didn't back up any of my stuff in over a year. the saddest part is, my comp was acting all crazy last week and i told myself that now would be a good time to back up all my files onto my external drive, but did i listen to my first instincts when i should have? nope---and it's all my fault.

i just got home from work an hour ago and with no laptop, tv, ac and little else to do in my apartment on a hot summer night, i'm bored out of my mind and scraping the built up resin off my bong because i just ran out of supplies. plus, i don't feel like doing anything else.

yay for iphones and technology.

having the ability to ride a nyc taxi home at anytime of day or night is a huge convenience in life for someone with no car.

i ride cabs home on days where i just don't feel like dealing with all the bullshit of the subways, such as a night like tonight. it was raining like crazy today and i got off work past 1am and i was already wet and annoyed so i opted to not take the subway. i thought about a few things tonight in the cab ride home with the first being, i enjoy the new lcd tvs and stuff in the back-seats of all yellow taxis because it's entertaining and tells you the weather and time and all that shit, but i also think it's bad. for generations, people going home in nyc taxis had to stare out the window, listen to the radio, ponder about life or engage with the driver or other people in the car. i'm sure because of that, many crazy and interesting things have happened. however now, people get in a cab, stare at the screen filled random content and pointless advertising and bam---next thing they know, they've arrived at their destination. i love staring out windows and what better city is there to stare at than nyc? i enjoy going down flatbush avenue after getting off the manhattan bridge in brooklyn---the simple fact that junior's and BAM (Brooklyn Academy of Music) are part of my commute home is something i completely appreciate.

the dude lived in a 6-story walk up... that was a long ass walk-of-shame.

i think everyone in nyc is connected to each other by two people, three at most. it really is a small world here.

one of my first (on the books) jobs was at a staples in queens, nyc. i think i was seventeen and i decided to take a summer job because i was a loser and had nothing else to do. that was probably one of the worst jobs i ever had because i didn't know shit about electronics, and i was seventeen for goodness sakes. my uniform was a red staples shirt and khakis and i remember hating riding the bus to work everyday.

there's a lot of things i learned from that job and that i'll always remember, but one thing in particular is something my manager said. he wasn't talking to me and i was totally eavesdropping, but i remember him talking to one of the other coworkers and saying he had was going out that night so he was going to go home and "SHIT, SHOWER & SHAVE."

i always remembered him saying that, and while it meant nothing to me as a young teenager, right now it makes so much sense to me---it's the perfect combo.

after getting off of work at 12:30am, a friend and i decided to walk around downtown for hours and just smoke and talk. we sat on a bench on chrystie near rivington and talked away about life as we watched all the hip and drunk-downtowners stumbling by us, many of whom were leggy looking models. we eventually ended up at a park in chinatown off the manhattan bridge and ended up talking some more and watching the rats scurry by our feet at 4am.

i think working these late hours and having the schedule i do, this is the time where i get to truly fall in love with new york. i know daytime new york, and now i'm getting to know what new york is at night---it's amazing.

happy birthday to my best friend, dr. junho.

to celebrate the occasion, some friends and i took him to dinner at momofuku ssam bar in the east village. then we headed over to the momfuku milk bar & bakery next door for some yummy desserts.

the four of us have such different schedules and careers, so getting together like this is always such a treat.

why do drunk girls love jumping on seats at bars to drunkenly dance as their posse of inebriated gal-friends cheer them on? and then they come down and the next one hops up to take her turn... and it's not even 7pm yet. some people just love attention or maybe i should stop hating.

one thing that i've learned from work is that some people should just never eat out. and why do people get all crazy when they're hungry and have to wait for a table? it's always comical in retrospect but really frustrating and annoying at the time of its occurrence. then i start thinking about all the other bullshit i've ever had to deal with at other jobs and then i'm like, eh---same shit.

watching korean pop music shows such as sbs inkigayo (SBS 인기가요) has been a part of my life since i was a kid and lived in alaska from the 3rd to 8th grade. my family moved to the state's largest city, anchorage, in 1992 because my uncle and other relatives had lived there since the early 80's and owned the only korean/asian supermarket in the city. this was before the age of dvds and the internet so my uncle's hugely popular korean-video-rental-thing he had going on did pretty well. he had dramas, singing shows, soap operas and pretty much anything else that was popular at the moment. i remember being a little kid and watching singing shows with my two older sisters and they would critique everyone and talk about who had their double-eyelid surgery done, she's this, he's that, etc. being a little 3rd grader, i would always wonder "wtf are they (my sisters) talking about? i'm confused." i learned a lot from listening to their opinions about shit because i always looked up to them and thought they were so much cooler than me.

so this is when my love for korean music truly started. when i listen to my favorite korean music from that era, it always brings me back to that time in my life (it feels like another lifetime ago). when kim gun mo (김건모) first came out, my sisters used to call him eyeliner boy. haha i even remember them joking that they'd call me that, too. anyway, his second and third albums are absolute korean classics to me. his third album is also the #1 selling korean album of all time with 2.8 million sold in 1995. i'm sure the current korean acts could possibly be outselling that number, but it's so hard to keep track with illegal downloading. kim gun mo's up to album number twelve at this point, but i only listen to his third and fourth ones, i don't really about the others.

i hate to sound like a broke record but i fucking god damn love 90's music, it's the shit. period. i always like looking at the album covers too because it's nice to have a visual of the time. here are the album covers for my two favorites.