Toilet Cleaning Gel.

Fig A: Five minutes after purchase.

After many a work-out (read: overexposure to cable TV at the gym) I became thoroughly convinced that the only way to keep my toilet bowl truly free of lime scale and toilet rings was to simply use a Scrubbing Bubbles Dispenser to stamp a Toilet Cleaning Gel Disc onto the inside of my toilet bowl which would then, apparently, activated by just a flush, unleash an army of tiny little cartoon scrubbing bubbles which would sweep the entire inside of my toilet bowl and leave it squeaky clean forever!

Fig B: 30 minutes after purchase.

I was duped out of five bucks by a commercial with cartoon bubbles.

Back.

Feeling much better after an entire day off to be in bed :)

Edit: Alas, I've celebrated too early... flu symptoms are back.. with flu-mutation friends...(dies)

Edit Edit: 100% recovery over the weekend XD

Sick Day.

Compliment.

Said my Australian landlord to me in a one-sentence-long email after I informed him that I successfully replaced the broken toilet flapper in my bathroom. Perhaps he thought referring to me as a “handy man” would be deemed as sexist so went the cut-and-paste route to turn the term into something more palatable for a lady such as me.


The compliment pleases me much, much more than it probably should.

Sick.

My head yesterday! Felt not unlike a giant balloon filled with murky liquid floating in an expanse of deafening scribbles. Thankfully after an uninterrupted night of sleep free of fever I feel my head has returned back to its proper place in more or less its proper size.

Future is Now.

Fig A: What I thought 2011 would look like in 1993

Jetpacks as the transportation of choice and people dressed in funky little aerodynamic outfits made out of aluminum foil.


Fig B: What 2011 looks like in 2011

No jetpacks (at least none that won’t spontaneously combust 10 seconds into the air), and no aluminum foil outfits, but thanks to Blue Tooth, it is now socially acceptable for perfectly sane and respectable adults to talk loudly to themselves in public. Yay future.

Lunch Hour.

Golden Spoon on an incredibly warm and sun-shiney afternoon makes happies! (Though warm it was, me thinks it was a biiiiit early to bust out the open-toed heels lol)

Pot Tea Bag.

Fig A: Regular Tea Bag meets Pot Tea Bag

Ran out of my regular corn silk tea tea-bags so am resorted to using a corn silk POT tea bag at work. He is one pretty huge tea bag, and I loves him for it.


Fig B: Regular Tea Bag vs. Pot Tea Bag soakin in a mug.

Pot tea bags are awesome for mug use at work because the avid tea drinker can harvest more than an entire half a day’s worth of tea (at the drinking speed of a mugful every 10 minutes) in comparison to the dinky regular tea bag’s four mugfuls max. Pot tea bags ftw!

Word of the Day.

My latest word fixation: SVELT! Polished - showing a high degree of refinement and the assurance that comes from wide social experience; slender - being of delicate or slender build (Google)

This word is so sophisticated, so velvet, so smoothy-silky milk chocolate in my mouth! Totally makes me want to don a silk floor-length robe while stretched atop a victorian chaise lounger.

Basket.

Was entering a Korean Market in LA over the weekend when J and I were handed what would otherwise look like standard shopping baskets but with two handles and wheels?! After two seconds of confusion and our brain powers combined, we figured out that these were rolling shopping baskets (SO AWESOME!)!!!! Having little red shopping baskets trailing behind us on their little shopping basket wheels was so adorable I couldn’t stop teeheehee!-ing the entire time.

TGIF.

Happy Friday everyone!
The weather is so wonderfully warm and the skies so beautifully clear! Hope it stays like this :)

Biztrip Review 2.

By the second day I was just about fed up with the intern’s magical powers of amazing youthful sparkly awesome cuteness, and resorted to mentally hissing at her from the back shadows of our company booth where in the darkness my frumpiness could be less evident.

Then suddenly! The fateful event that would change the intern and my relationship (cue dramatic music)… FOREVER:

The intern had gone to the bathroom, and the zipper of her miniskirt had got caught in her hosiery and broke off the zip rail completely. She came running back from the bathroom swathed in her coat and I probably wouldn’t have cared less (Just take a cab back to the hotel and change, man) if not for her lunging into my shadow and crying out to me for help.

Calling out to me. By name. With tears a-glistening.



If you had not already known, I happen to have this inexplicably crippling weak spot for cute things. This is why I love kittens and stickers and little hair pins and stuff otherwise only kindergarteners might covet. But if something is HANDICAPPED and cute, like an adorable soft toddler in a leg cast coming down a plastic slide and falling on his cute little diapered butt (actually viewed video clip of someone’s child), then my heart is instantly sold and this fiercely protective maternal (?) instinct comes exploding up from inside and if anything or anyone done gone hurt MY handicapped and cute thing, I WILL CUT YOU UP.

A happy ending: I fixed her zipper and saved the day (and the skirt). I then proceeded to all but smother her with love and care and affection for the entire rest of the trip.

Biztrip Review 1.

Fig. A: Company logo shirt

Behold the horrid blob shirt, our company's attempt to be hip and cool like them young folks at Skull Candy and Motorola with their sleek fitted black polo tees. Note that the keywords here for hip and coolness were: "fitted", "black", and "tees". Our shirts were the complete opposite: shapeless, white, and long-sleeved.
Hip and cool: FAIL.


Fig. B: Intern in company logo shirt vs. Susan in company logo shirt

The powers of the blob shirt to make any person look like a sadly drab bag of potatoes, however, is no match for the intern's powers of amazing youthful sparkly awesome cuteness, which miraculously transforms even the nasty blob shirt into amazing youthful sparkly awesome cuteness that renders all the boys into a helpless hot mess. Meanwhile I not only fail to possess half the sparkliness required to make the blob shirt look anywhere near not-blobby, but the blob shirt's sleeves were ridiculously short on me, hanging stupidly mid-arm and exposing my poor wrists to the harsh cold inside the convention center.

Back.

Fig. A: A tearful reunion with my desk.

As you can see I am completely thrilled to finally, after six full days of craziness, be back amongst my things: my big fat cushy office chair, my dusty ol’ keyboard, my mug o’ warm tea on a coaster, my tricolored pastel stack of post-its, my beloved clothes not anything like the asexual blob of a white company polo shirt I was forced to wear my entire time in vegas…*happy sigh*

Biz Trip.

Iiiiiiit’s that time of year again ladies and gentlemen! The International Consumer Electronics Show 2011 in Las Vegas! I will miss you California (so cold out thar), I will miss you my huge cushy office chair (will be standing all day), I will miss you my evenings (will be with the boys night and day), I will miss you my weekend (The CES knows no weekends), I will miss all you non-nerdy human beings (will be talking computers with geeks until my brain scrambles)!!! See y’all next Tuesday!

Intern.

Fig. A: New female intern in the house completely decimates my iron-fist rule over the office as youngest, cutest, freshest, and hottest.


Alas, this day was bound to come and come it has! Koreans have the perfect phrase to describe a person who is suddenly abandoned in favor of another after having had a period of exclusive rights to all of everyone’s love and affection: “Chan Bab”.
Literal translation: Cold Rice.

Happy Flight.

Fig. A: A pleasant surprise courtesy of Southwest Airlines.


Fig. B: Pre-departure safety info is suddenly the most compelling and interesting thing evar.

Happy New Year!