tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30928082011-07-30T17:49:24.521-04:00A day in the life of....PZgood GRIEF!...just read it and find out....thanks =)pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.comBlogger1811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-73650071194722517062010-09-16T18:53:00.001-04:002010-09-17T07:56:53.756-04:00<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-78175005897685548482010-07-18T15:01:00.004-04:002010-07-18T15:24:19.299-04:00LearningBefore jacking up the front of your car, always place two pieces of wood behind each rear wheel as stoppers. Just in case. Before installing the new brake pads, start the car and put it into drive. As the rotor turns, use a file and sand paper to clean off the accumulated brake dust and rust on the rotor. Garages never do this for you. After you tighten the wheel's lug nuts by hand, lowerpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-3566419149128025692010-02-11T00:11:00.002-05:002010-02-11T00:45:50.215-05:00I walked into the guest bedroom and reached underneath the bed. I pulled out the red duffel bag which had what I was looking for - my snowboarding pants. On my way down the stairs to my front door I grabbed my North Face jacket. I leave my Timberland boots loosely laced up for easy slip-on access during the winter. I headed out into the storm to shovel the snow.Our dog, Toto, is 15 years young. pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-8038144267333550032008-10-21T12:05:00.002-04:002008-10-21T12:08:10.782-04:00If the world is flat......can someone please tilt the world to the right so that all my friends that live in California tumble through the Midwest and end up back where they belong in New York/East Coast?pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-58546008934738601372008-10-17T14:48:00.008-04:002008-10-21T12:47:23.954-04:00We're Not Friends Until We're Facebook FriendsIt's been almost 9 years since the first social networking site took the adolescent online teen community by storm. If I remember correctly, it all started with....AsianAvenue.com - Oh yes...the green "A". This is for the Asians, of course. Millions of Asians signed up and created their own webpage in hopes of getting enough hits to get a free pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-60344433051486795012008-10-10T15:23:00.004-04:002008-10-10T17:03:44.979-04:00Cover Those TexbooksIt's back again, and so am I. That cool, crisp autumn air is back and every year is makes me feel nostalgic. I probably blogged about this already but what the heck, let's do it again."Pierre, what does this weather remind you of?"Funny you should ask because it reminds me of a lot of things. It reminds me of elementary school. It reminds me of school supply lists that always pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1157383270164069422006-09-04T11:17:00.000-04:002006-09-04T11:21:45.783-04:00Death of The Crocodile HunterProbably the most passionate environmentalist of our time has passed, doing what he loved the most...spreading his infectous enthusiasm of the natural world to all of us who couldn't help but watch.So sad.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1157240362259695982006-09-02T19:36:00.000-04:002006-09-02T19:41:30.413-04:00Holy MolyFour Years(as of August 3rd, 2006)pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1156657325077258332006-08-27T01:33:00.000-04:002006-08-27T01:42:05.090-04:00RED DOORSHello everyone! Check out the link above. It's a trailer for an independent Asian Pacific American film GotSoul and I had the honor of working on (we were dancers, obviously). Keep an eye out for the camo clad dancer (yours truly) about halfway through the trailer (left side).Check out their site as well...and catch a showing if it's playing in your area.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1148870126883384462006-05-28T22:27:00.000-04:002006-05-28T22:35:26.896-04:00CLICK HEREI made it. I hit the big time. Hollywood, here I come! And don't worry, I'll remember the little people.And for those that haven't seen it yet...INTRUSION CONFUSION and INTRUSION CONFUSION OUTTAKES These films require DivX in order to view them. Please go to www. divx.com, download and install the DivX player, right-click on the links above, save target, and enjoy the show!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1147134327831864192006-05-08T19:50:00.000-04:002006-05-08T20:25:27.906-04:00ARUBA 2006I'm going to try blogging consistently again. That's right, you heard me. And with my second post since my return (see below if you missed it), here is a link to my pictures from ARUBA!!For our annual trip, Amy and I decided on a spot that was highly recommended and a sure-shot for a nice, relaxing, and fun vacation - Aruba. Even still, because we had already gone to St. Croix, I was a pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1146850905621006762006-05-05T13:38:00.000-04:002006-05-05T13:41:45.630-04:00Black Eyes Peas - Like That(Feat. Q-Tip, Talib, C-Lo, and John Legend)Didn't think BEP made songs like this anymore.Please download and enjoy!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1133904581001208252005-12-06T15:29:00.000-05:002005-12-06T16:29:41.050-05:00It's been a while, but I'm back.Every morning, I get coffee from the same coffee guy. Waiting on line for my small-regular, I always notice the people in front of me chit-chatting with the guy. They talk about the weather, their kids, the Yankees, everything. Obviously I wasn't the only regular to the small coffee cart in front of 388 Greenwich. When I make it to the guy, no words are excchanged,pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1125258542008572342005-08-28T13:04:00.000-04:002005-08-28T15:49:02.050-04:00www.amazon.com/screeningroomKeep an eye out for INTRUSION CONFUSION and make sure to give it the highest rating possible!***It's that time of year again. Temperatures are dropping and those cool, breezy days are becoming more frequent. Kids are scarmbling to have fun before the summer ends and dreading the day when school begins. For me, since I don't have school anymore, the only thing for me topierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1124646760020084892005-08-21T13:31:00.000-04:002005-08-21T13:54:00.720-04:00Intrusion Confusion at Amazon Short Film CompetitionThat's right, Amazon.com is hosting an online short film competition and Introsion Confusion has officially been submitted. We are in the running, ladies and gentlemen, and we need your help!!!Unfortunately, you can't just go to Amazon.com and vote for our movie directly. How it works is...everytime you log into Amazon.com as a member, one pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1123425369837723362005-08-03T10:34:00.000-04:002005-08-07T10:36:09.843-04:003 Years.Whoa.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1121626371676013632005-07-17T12:22:00.000-04:002005-07-19T10:06:48.183-04:00Freakin' Awesome HaircutIt was that time of the month again. The once stylized "do" that rested atop my head had turned into a big bundle of brillo once again. I can always tell when I need a haircut because every now and then I'll swipe at my ear thinking a bug's flying next to it, but it's actually the hairs just above my ear reaching over and tickling my ear. And when I look in the mirror, pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1121197250654157512005-07-12T14:04:00.000-04:002005-07-12T15:42:22.380-04:00Away and Back AgainWalking to work one day, a mother walked by with her daughter by her side. As I passed them, I overheard the daughter say to her mother, "Mom I forgot my stuffed animal!". At that moment, an image of a taxidermic raccoon flashed in my mind. Frozen in its position- on its hind legs, front paws clawing the air, and teeth gnashed- it was being dragged by the little girl by one of pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1116963311482619062005-05-24T13:50:00.000-04:002005-05-28T01:24:13.286-04:00A Day in the Life of....PZFor those of you who wonder what a day in my shoes is like...here it is:My alarm goes off unnoticed at 630am. Five minutes later I get a wakeup call from Amy and notice that I missed my alarm. I brush the teeth, change the clothes, and catch the 7am bus from College Point to Flushing. 730am 7 train leaves and I'm at my desk by 820. I log into my phone and my computer andpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1116279100004090802005-05-16T16:26:00.000-04:002005-05-18T10:14:12.323-04:00Extra! Extra! Read all about it!..Lately I've been worrying about, among other things, my health. Before this, my only form of health conciousness was the cutting of excess fat on steaks (not all the fat, of course. Just the fat that I couldn't bear to swallow anymore). Other than that, if it was on a plate, I'd eat it.Oh but I've changed my ways. I have revamped my lifestyle. No more greasy pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1114629120607203482005-04-27T15:08:00.000-04:002005-05-02T11:55:36.313-04:00What's up with......guys who, while using a urinal, put both hands on their waist? Are they just proudly looking on? Or striking a pose as they do their business?Odd.UPDATE: I've got it! They have somehow mastered its control and no longer need to use their hands. It probably even zips back up on its own. Let's imagine that, shall we? ha!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1114449249804690432005-04-21T13:11:00.000-04:002005-04-25T13:18:11.903-04:00HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY AMY WANG!!! Miami was great!!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1113775615442259832005-04-17T17:59:00.000-04:002005-04-17T18:09:31.680-04:00Same old same old...There's really nothing for me to say here. Work is the same, life is the same.Went drinking in K-town the other day with Angie, Amit, and Megan. That was fun.Today is Got Soul auditions but since I work on Sundays, I can't be there.Since getting my Ipod, I haven't read anything on the long commute to and from work. I should start reading again.BUT...Miami in 3 days. Woohoo!!!!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1112288477059083072005-03-31T11:06:00.000-05:002005-04-04T16:46:18.916-04:00Return of the AlumniMarch 24th, 2005 marked the 5th anniversary of Dance Mix. Beingly only two years out of school and still knowing people on campus, it also marked probably the last time I would be able to visit campus.So we made the trip. The New Yorkers (Dann, Megan, and I) bought tickets together and sat next to each other on the plane while Suj sat first class (because he is of the highest pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1111095030788575462005-03-17T16:05:00.000-05:002005-03-17T23:42:15.706-05:00TAG Films presents INTRUSION CONFUSION and INTRUSION CONFUSION OUTTAKES These films require DivX in order to view them. Please go to www. divx.com, download and install the DivX player, right-click on the links above, save target, and enjoy the show! ***** Well there it is. Intrusion Confusion. For those not in the know, this a short film that my buddies and I have been working on for far toopierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1110733820337485772005-03-13T11:55:00.000-05:002005-03-13T12:12:13.156-05:00NetworkingI have finally updated my links in the "peanut gallery". So please, if you have time, check out the blogs and xangas of all my friends.If you're a friend of mine and your page isn't linked there, write me a comment and I'll add you on.Enjoy.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1110139970076127702005-03-06T14:23:00.000-05:002005-03-06T16:02:21.296-05:00Ignorance Is BlissThere's a Japanese restaurant that opened up a few years ago across the street from my house in the shopping center. It was a small but cozy little place, was never too crowded, great prices, and the sushi portions were huge. It didn't take long for word to spread about how good this place was, and it was already my favorte place to grab a spicy tuna roll or four. I was in sushipierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1108071547206050012005-02-24T16:02:00.000-05:002005-03-31T13:33:45.103-05:00When Pierre met Antheraea PolyphemusThere I was, sitting in my computer chair in my basement, watching Sportscenter. My mom made me noodles for a late dinner and I had just finished eating it. During a commercial break, I decided to bring the dishes back upstairs to the kitchen. Turning the corner into the stairway, I noticed a dark spot on the white wall beside me. I looked up, and there it was.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1108934266513739372005-02-20T11:17:00.000-05:002005-02-23T10:27:13.660-05:00Movie ReviewsUsually I don't like telling people what I think about a movie I've seen, thinking that whatever I tell someone will ultimately alter their movie-going experience in some way. I'd rather let the movie itself decide how that experience will turn out, not some dancer that listens to Hanson (me). But this is the exceptoin since a good part of my life lately has revolved around movies(pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1107469901752022412005-02-03T17:30:00.000-05:002005-02-03T17:36:42.546-05:00Closing Time
It's 5:15pm and I'm sitting at my desk at work, counting the minutes as they slowly crawl by. 15 more minutes left and I'm done...
I've had writer's block recently if any of you have noticed. For example, it took me 8 minutes to write these three sentences. 7 more minutes left...
I got an iPod. That's relatively exciting even though I'm about 2 years behind the bandwagon. During pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1104710120345057962005-01-02T18:42:00.000-05:002005-01-03T11:02:30.876-05:00Do yourselves a favor and...
...watch Garden State. One of my favorite movies of the past few years (and possibly of all time) will not disappoint you.
...listen to "Hopes and Fears" by Keane. This happier version of Coldplay has been playing non-stop in my car for the past couple weeks.
...read "Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold. I first thought it was a "girly" book when I bought it for Amy, butpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1103216097586809602004-12-16T11:02:00.000-05:002004-12-16T11:58:20.856-05:00My life's a mess...
My room is filthy. The only part of my room that's relatively clean are the closets, and that's because half of my clothes, dirty and clean, are laying on the floor. The other half are still in the "clean hamper" in the basement, requiring me to run up and down between floors if I need a sock or a T-shirt. The bookbag I brought to St. Croix still hasn't been fully unpacked pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1099514499505563402004-11-03T15:40:00.000-05:002004-11-03T15:42:05.510-05:00The morning after...
Election 2004 is winding down and it looks like Kerry supporters won't have much to cheer for for the next four years. In a matter of time, Kerry will give his concession speach and all of the campaigning, commercials, and polling, will come to an end, leading into another term for the Bush Administration.
This was my first year voting. Even when I was on MTV's Choose or pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1099425814203213832004-11-02T13:56:00.000-05:002004-11-02T15:03:34.203-05:00The Road Less Travelled...
...or should I say, "the urinal less pissed".
The bathrooms here at work are fairly disgusting. And by fairly I mean dirtier than home, but one step below HS bathrooms where stalls had no doors, mirrors were cracked, clumps of TP clung to walls and ceilings, and clogged toilets with feces resting atop floating TP. Here, the stalls have doors, barely sufficient TP, andpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1098804588235652442004-10-26T10:51:00.000-04:002004-10-26T11:29:48.236-04:00I got my new camcorder. Panasonic PV-GS120. It's great! I can't stop filming stuff. Filming is fun.
Since I answer phones all day, I've come to realize some funny things...no matter how rushed the user's are, they'll always have time to be polite. But you can always tell that it's a forced politeness, jammed into the beginning and end of every conversation. They just want to blurt out their pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1096555664992165662004-09-30T10:09:00.000-04:002004-09-30T10:47:44.993-04:00Emotional
There are a lot of things that make me happy. Some say that I'm simple-minded in that I don't look too deep into things and just accept everything as it is. But is that really being simple-minded? Or am I just understanding that life is only as bad (or good) as you make it out to be? Considering the term "simple-minded" usually, in my mind at least, evokes an image of a dog finding joypierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1095868093244040002004-09-22T10:34:00.000-04:002004-09-22T11:48:13.243-04:00"It's the most wonderful time...of the year!"
Ever see that Staples "Back to school" commercial where that song is playing in the background and a father is dancing with joy as his two kids are scowling in the background because they have to go back to school? If you have, I love that commercial. If you haven't, I still love that commercial.
The past few days have been very cool (temperature pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1095264246610807202004-09-15T10:48:00.000-04:002004-09-15T12:20:41.380-04:00Manic Wednesday
My eyes opened and it was 7am. I had to catch a bus at 7:15. That bus gets me on the 7:40 train (7:35 if I'm lucky) out of Flushing and to my desk in the city at exactly 830 am, the time I'm scheduled to start my day. There is no room for error. I jumped up, brushed my teeth, ironed my clothes, put on my clothes, and it was 7:20. I missed my bus. My backup plan was my Dad who pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1094660715893419362004-09-08T10:57:00.000-04:002004-09-09T11:03:55.336-04:00Mini Rooves...I mean, Roofs.
Since today is raining cats and dogs over here in New York, I thought I'd talk about the one tool we use to fight against rain- the umbrella. I have some issues with the umbrella. Of course, I don't want to generalize and say I have issues with ALL umbrellas for each has its own unique qualities, but there is a trend in the manufacturing of these umbrellas that I pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1093452367756319432004-08-25T12:18:00.000-04:002004-08-25T12:46:07.756-04:00The List
I like to read. I wouldn't say I LOVE reading, but I really enjoy reading a good book from time to time. I could spend hours in Barnes and Noble just flipping through books, reading a chapter here and there of any book that sounds interesting. After doing enough of that, I usually end up buying those books, adding to a growing reading list that is almost out of hand. Here are the books pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1092684595738991642004-08-16T15:25:00.000-04:002004-08-16T15:29:55.736-04:00THAI GOLD!!!!!
Udomporn Polsak wins GOLD in Woman's Weighlifting! I'm so proud to be Thai right now. Thai Woman's Weightlifting. WHAT.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1092606429420302612004-08-15T17:13:00.002-04:002004-08-15T21:55:38.996-04:00Olympic Orgy
I love the Olympics. From the sense of comraderie between nations, the fierce competitions, amazing displays of athletic prowess, to even the John Williams' "Olympic Fanfare", the Olympic games is definitely an experience I hope to be a part of one day (obviously not as a participant...have you seen my skinny yet flabby body?). So when I realized I had a performance the night of thepierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1092256163408626342004-08-11T15:38:00.000-04:002004-08-11T16:32:01.796-04:00...
I've succumbed to Gmail. Why? Not because I need the 1GB of space and not because I'm in need of an email address (I have 5 including this one). I joined just because I could. I joined because Google is "cool". Since I heard that opening a Gmail account was on an invite-only basis, I just had to have one. If you're "cool", you'll be tapped. Just like if you're "cool", you wear the LiveStrongpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1092065194265624862004-08-09T10:22:00.000-04:002004-08-11T15:06:42.703-04:00St. Croix
I'm back.
I was actually back on wednesday night, but I took the Thursday off just to complete the week long vacation and to ruminate on the vacation itself. I am now ready to web log.
The trip was AMAZING! St. Croix was definitely the perfect "getaway" spot that Amy and I were looking for for our 2 year anniversary. One of the things I realized was that I never really knew what a pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1091250268103499452004-07-31T01:01:00.000-04:002004-07-31T01:04:28.103-04:00ETA in St. Croix: 14 hours
Let's do dis like a nudist buddhist!
pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1090944632080819162004-07-27T11:05:00.000-04:002004-07-27T14:17:19.106-04:00"I'm bringin' it back to the old school
'cause i'm an old fool who's so cool..."
Tag Team's "Whoop there it is". What a classic. Anyway...
Ah, the corporate life. The longer I'm exposed to it, the more I notice the funny things. For instance, when having spell out something like a name over the phone...what a big ordeal! "A as in Apple, N as in Nancy, M as in Mary, blah blah blah". It takes pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1090350581192978652004-07-20T14:12:00.000-04:002004-07-22T10:39:50.620-04:00I, ROBOT
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I saw "I, Robot" on friday night so I thought I'd share my thoughts on it. As most of you know, this movie takes place in the future, features robots, Will Smith, and from what you can tell from the trailer, some nice action. All of this combined and you're destined to make money off of it. But aside fom that, it turned out to be a pretty good movie to boot. Who doesn't like to watchpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1090258575214929872004-07-19T13:12:00.000-04:002004-07-19T13:36:15.213-04:00per
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It's been almost four months since I entered the corporate world. One of the first things I learned here was a new word- per. No, not miles per hour, not revolutions per minute, and not slices of pizza per person. All of a sudden I was receiving emails from higher-ups saying, "Per this" or "Per that". Per per per per per!!! I was puzzled. How could "per" start a sentence? It made no sensepierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1089649665320919872004-07-12T12:01:00.000-04:002004-07-12T12:27:45.320-04:00Love & Hate
I love Coupling. No, not the failed American adaptation of the British comedy, but the original BBC sitcom itself. This show is amazing. 3 guys, 3 girls, no one super beautiful or gorgeous, all living in London. I guess you could say it's Friends meets Sex and the City. The characters are so funny and the writing is amazingly clever. Not much really to say except that everyone shouldpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1088969969468931362004-07-04T14:41:00.000-04:002004-07-05T04:41:53.956-04:00Randomosity
Just another Sunday, just another blog, right? Wrong! Today is July 4th, Independance day, the day that colonial America rose up and demanded its freedom from imperialist Britain. Today marks the 228th anniversary of that monumental day in this country's history, celebrated nationwide with barbeques and fireworks. And today, I'm siting here in the office, working on a national pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1088452570282436562004-06-28T14:48:00.000-04:002004-06-28T15:58:49.256-04:00I have entered a new stage in my life. It's been a long time coming, but I am finally here. It took a lot of hard work, I must say. And I am happy to say that I got here completely on my own without the help of anyone then, now, or hereafter. I will stand proudly amongst most of the world and join with them in this new stage of life.
I, Pierre Vatanapradit, am now a subscriber, an owner, a user,pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1087833515949825172004-06-21T11:17:00.000-04:002004-06-21T12:00:06.066-04:00Funny Story
Saturday was a big day. A lot of things were going on, BBQs everywhere, housewarmings, and a going away party for Palak later on that night. Right when I woke up there were things I had to do before I headed out to these things, and waking up at 2pm didn't help.
I woke up and immediately rushed around town looking for a good housewarming gift for my boy Sam. Of course, the video pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1087245280568157082004-06-14T16:23:00.000-04:002004-06-14T16:34:40.566-04:00First there was Pop or Soda. But here's a new one...
Pre-drink, Pre-party, Pre-game?
Which is it? All have been used to refer to the act of massive alcohol consumption prior to partying. Pre-game, I think, is more of an East Coast thing (oh yes, I'm making it regional), while pre-drink and pre-party are terms used by the rest of the country. Having began my drinking career in Michigan, I would pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1086552638130798132004-06-06T14:53:00.000-04:002004-06-06T18:58:33.473-04:00I have issues with...
...William Hung. Yes I know he's lovable, funny, even adorable to some, but why is he those things? It's because he represents something that every Asian American male wishes not to be and what many non-Asian Americans think us to be- dorky, bucktoothed, unmasculine, smart guys with thick "asian" accents. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate the guy and it's completely not hispierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1086187609591775762004-06-02T09:13:00.000-04:002004-06-02T11:44:55.393-04:00Memorial Day
Memorial Day has come and gone, leaving memories that'll remind us of all the good times we had in those 4 days.
There really is no way to cram everything we did in those days into just one blog...but damnit I'll try!
Arrived in SD at 230pm, picked up by Hong and his 4Runner (fully equipped with puka shells and all), Roberto's for CHimmyChongas (sp?), Uno's for drinks and the gamepierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1085669894974772522004-05-27T10:57:00.000-04:002004-05-27T10:58:14.976-04:00Memorial Day Weeekend in San Diego commences tomorrow.
Watch out.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1085598550814288332004-05-26T14:37:00.000-04:002004-05-26T15:17:43.726-04:00I feel...
I feel like people are feeling a hell of a lot of things these days. In the past we used to just feel sad, tired, hungry, happy, or sick. Gone are the days where people think. I feel like we've gone from a logical, thinking-based society to a emotional, feeling-based society. Don't understand what I'm talking about? I feel like you do but just don't realize it yet.
No longer do we pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1085410344102493942004-05-24T10:00:00.000-04:002004-05-24T10:59:38.830-04:00So there's this guy on my bus every morning. After the bus he gets on the same train. After the train he gets off at the same stop and transfers to another train...mine. He sits in the same car and he gets off at the same stop. After that, he walks the same direction out of the station and to the same building as me. There are three different elevator sections and of course, he gets into the samepierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1084977493529789522004-05-19T10:35:00.000-04:002004-05-19T10:38:13.530-04:00Great quotes I randomly thought of...
"How the hell did you get the beans above the franks?!" - Mary's father from There's Something About Mary's zipper incident.
"I don't wrestle. I f*ckin' beat bitches up!"- Coral from MTV's INFERNO when Julie challenges her to a wrestling match.
HAHA these are great!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1084376464493783372004-05-12T11:11:00.000-04:002004-05-12T11:41:04.493-04:00For you New Yorkers...
I'm on the 7 train on my way to work. Today I'm standing because I caught the train right before it left Main St. When you're forced to stand on the train, the best spots to stand are right in front of the doors so you can lean back against them. This is a widely known fact, so these spots in front of the doors are fairly coveted. There I am, leaning against my door and pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1084216409626390452004-05-10T14:43:00.000-04:002004-05-10T15:13:29.626-04:00So I forgot to blog yesterday. I was too busy looking up old school music videos on Launch.com. Twisted Sister, Devo, A-Ha, Madonna, Janet...all videos I watched while rotting away in my office chair.
Have you ever gotten salads for lunch? We have a cafeteria downstairs and a popular area is the salad bar. People load up on their cucumbers, grilled chicken, lettuce, carrots, and whatever else pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1083531772226903082004-05-02T17:02:00.000-04:002004-05-02T17:06:01.780-04:00What's up with that?
Ever open your mouth to yawn or something and then saliva just sprays out of your mouth?
Howcome when you yawn, you tear?
And you know when you see someone yawn, you yourself yawn too?
What's up with that?pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1083531395364772552004-05-02T16:56:00.000-04:002004-05-02T16:59:44.983-04:00"Everyday is like...Sunday"
I think Palak put it best when she said, "PZ! It's like you lead two lives. Crazy dancer at night, IT guy by day!" It's true though. It's funny how my work has absolutely nothing to do with my other life- my dancer life. What do 8 counts have to do with Outlook? Are ball changes and body rolls in any way related to rebooting and reinstalling? I think not.
Friday GSNYpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1082911262724345152004-04-25T12:41:00.000-04:002004-04-25T12:44:04.560-04:00And on a sadder note...
Lynn "ScandaLynn" Chen has left NYC and the East Coast for Santa Monica and the West.
We all knew it was going to happen sooner or later, although I admit that I was in complete denial. How could she leave? How could she leave us? As much as NY became her home, her heart was definitely in Cali. She always talking about jamba juice, great Cali Bubble Tea, and of course, pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1082906275663627662004-04-25T11:17:00.000-04:002004-04-25T11:20:57.826-04:00WOW.
Ok...I never thought I'd be able to do this but I did it...I can BLOG at WORK! Woohoo!!!
So you know, I was really bummed at work when I found out that I wasn't able to go on AIM. Then I thought that my company blocked GSNY emails, which really got me in the dumps (my company isn't that evil, something was just wrong with my yahoo account). And of course on top of that, random websites pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1079309083233785942004-03-14T19:04:00.000-05:002004-03-14T19:07:03.793-05:00I'M BACK
It's been, what, almost five months since the last time I blogged? Truth is, there wasn't much to blog about. I went on a mini east coast roadtrip with Amy, stayed unemployed, had endless practices with Got Soul, and that's about it. Story ends.
With nothing much going on in my life, I decided that I wouldn't blog until I got a job...so here I am, employed!
I haven't started just pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1066802464126544532003-10-22T02:01:00.000-04:002003-10-22T05:13:23.470-04:00The Moment
Book of the moment: "Fab Five" by Mitch Albom
Song of the moment: "The Scientist"- Coldplay
Movie of the moment: "The Addams Family"
Team of the moment: New York Yankees
TV show of the moment: Sportscenter
Candy of the moment: Hershey's Kisses
Beverage of the moment: Milk
Chat buddies of the moment: Chur, Steve Kang, and Tracee
Website of the moment: Ofoto.com
Shirt of the pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1063781117705990572003-09-17T02:45:00.000-04:002003-09-17T02:56:34.530-04:00Start: 1:33 am September 17, 2003
The gates to my driveway were open, half blocking the sidewalk that runs in front of my house. My '95 Civic and I turned in on 133rd Place, steering clear of the open gates and parked, leaving space between my front bumper and the garage door so my mother can walk as she waters her flowers every morning before work. Pet Shop Boys were playing on the system so Ipierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1062758869748243362003-09-05T06:47:00.000-04:002003-09-05T06:53:27.933-04:00Greetings and salutations to all you worthy friends!
Stop rubbing your eyes because it's true- I, Pierre, has written a new entry. Yes it's been a while but I have had longer breaks between entries. So to the hardcore "A day in the life of....PZ" reader(s), this is merely another natural cyclic fluctuation of my Blogging pattern.
So, with writing an entry, reading others' entries naturally pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1060923163644194392003-08-15T00:52:00.000-04:002003-08-15T12:07:00.580-04:00BLACKOUT '03
Entering hour 9 of the Blackout of 2003.
It's funny how dependant us humans are on electricity. As they say, absense makes the heart grow fonder.
All I can say is, "Thank Goodness for laptop batteries =)"
As I typed that last sentence, my battery is at 8%...so it's time to go do some flashlight reading.
pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1060052092845859302003-08-04T22:54:00.000-04:002003-08-15T12:06:26.020-04:00ONE YEAR
(as of yesterday)
*and the peasants rejoice*pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1057470523209253742003-07-06T01:48:00.000-04:002003-07-06T01:58:27.366-04:00There I was...
There I was...sitting there ALONE on one of Six Flags Great Adventure's signature rollercoasters wondering, "How did I get myself in this situation?" . That's right, I was riding The Great American Scream Machine (GASM) by my lonesome self. As the long, hot, and sweaty day was coming to an end, we all thought that Superman, Great Adventure's all new ride, would be a good way to pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-1055998885050909722003-06-19T01:01:00.000-04:002003-07-15T02:15:07.353-04:00"Ask, and ye shall receive."
In this case, Suj asketh, and I shall giveth. It seems that when I'm on hiatus from the blogging world, it only takes a request for me to begin blogging again. So here I am. *and the peasants rejoice*
It's been almost a month since I've blogged and almost a month since I've been back in NYC. It felt strange to be back, but comforting at the same time. After making pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-947271072003-05-22T03:54:00.000-04:002003-05-22T03:58:37.000-04:00Pierre's Last Stand
Alas, it is time to say goodbye to Ann Arbor. T minus 8 hours and I should be on my way to New York. *Sigh*
Since today was my last day in Ann Arbor, I tied up a few loose ends. I went to the bank to close my account, made reservations for a final dinner at Charley's, bought my final Jimmy John's sandwich (#2), and had my last cup of Taro Milk Tea with black bubbles from pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-945721712003-05-19T05:24:00.000-04:002003-05-19T05:24:15.730-04:00The beginning of the end.
Today is day one of my last three days here in Ann Arbor. I know all two of you who read my blog (bless your loyalty!!) are probably bored of all this feel-sorry-sad-nostalgic crap. But hey, leaving a place you called home for 4 years isn't the easiest thing in the world. And to think, I used to cringe everytime I called Michigan "home" by accident.
Anyway, today is pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-944940532003-05-17T07:00:00.000-04:002003-05-17T07:00:25.090-04:00Oh..Hello. Long time no see.
A lot has happened since my last entry. Here's a summary...
Parents came up and enjoyed my commencement into the next stage of my life, took enough pictures to blind a small dog (huh?), got a lot of cash, spent a lot of cash, played ball everyday, picked up vball finally, played vball everyday, spent endless hours at Liz's apartment watching NBA playoffs or movies pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-931997512003-04-24T17:09:00.000-04:002003-04-24T17:09:26.880-04:00I'm done.
No more finals.
No more papers.
No more all-nighters.
Could it be? Is it true? Is college really over? Like...REALLY over?
Try to wrap your mind around that!
whew...what a ride.
I'm DONE!!!!!!!!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-930022322003-04-21T16:39:00.000-04:002003-04-21T16:39:50.670-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY!!!!!!!!!!!!
pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-929605042003-04-20T23:02:00.000-04:002003-04-21T13:54:37.000-04:00funKtion. what.
In an email I welcomed funKtion's two newest members: Stephon Procter and Kevin Nguyen. Here is the email i wrote:
Hello,
As the Southeast Asian Representative of funKtion, I would like to extend a warm welcome to you, Stephon and Kevin, into the funKtion family. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourselves into" and hopefully it changes your life as much as it changed minepierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-922461792003-04-08T17:32:00.000-04:002003-04-11T07:49:58.000-04:00Setting: School of Social Work computer lab, a hideaway for those in search of computers and silence. Weather seen through the ceiling windows is gloomy and dreary.
I haven't blogged in a while. Not becuase I had nothing to say, I just didn't have the words to say it. Not because nothing interesting happened, I had to fully absorb the events that did happen. Not because I was lazy, I'm always pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-908147352003-03-16T14:58:00.000-05:002003-03-16T15:03:09.000-05:00helplessness
You know when you feel the most helpless? Not when your cramming for an exam and don't understand 4 of 5 chapters, not when your relationship is crumbling right before your eyes, and not when you're stuck under a large object. The most helpless time in a person's life is when you’re getting a haircut. That's right, a HAIRCUT. You're sitting on a chair with your limbs immobilized pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-908139502003-03-16T14:34:00.000-05:002003-03-16T14:38:08.000-05:00Hmm...over a week without a blog. I think it's time for an...
UPDATE
spring break: *Pride is what what HAD, babygirl I'm what you HAVE* February 22nd, 7 friends and myself went down to Miami Beach for our spring break. This was actually my second time going down there. Why Miami you ask? Well, there was much indecision and procrastination that played a role in our venue selection process. But pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-901932162003-03-05T15:40:00.000-05:002003-03-06T00:59:50.000-05:003-3-03
I finally arive in Chicago's O'Hare Airport only to find that every United flight is overbooked and the remaining Northwest flights to Detroit are cancelled due to inclement weather. I'm sitting on a bench right near the baggage claim area waiting for Jon "Gonads" Gotianse to pick me up and house me for the night when my phone rings...UKNOWN ID. I answer the phone and it's my eldest pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-894654302003-02-20T19:45:00.000-05:002003-02-20T19:45:28.436-05:00Bienvenido a Miami......una vez mas!!!
Hope everybody has a wonderful Spring Break!pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-889270302003-02-11T14:33:00.000-05:002003-02-11T18:31:56.000-05:00Angell Hall Computing Site, 230pm
Open computers hold the value of Gold in Angell at this hour. Students rush to find a computer to print out their papers due in their next class, and those that just finished class want a computer to just, chill, check email, and read other people's blogs/xangas. These people circle around all the computers like vultures in the Sahara, searching for the next pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-886987002003-02-07T05:40:00.000-05:002003-02-07T20:00:43.000-05:00Balance.
In about 8 hours I'll be sitting in 180 Dennison, scantron sheet in one hand, #2 mechanical pencil in the other, with only one thing on my mind- Astronomy. You'd figure that with an exam the next morning, I would be studying hard the night before- going over practice exams, studying with other classmates, or reading over the textbook. Guess what I did...9pm I break open the practice pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-885810812003-02-05T03:59:00.000-05:002003-02-05T04:01:46.000-05:00Some might say I have succumb to the dark side, others might say otherwise. But let it be known...I joined xanga SOLEY for the capability of commenting on my friend's xanga pages who have OBVIOUSLY fallen from the Blogger path! I, for one, have NOT fallen from the Blogger path. If you observe my xanga page (www.xanga.com/tikky19), I EXPLICITLY state the purpose of my membership and include the pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-884870152003-02-03T14:47:00.000-05:002003-02-03T14:47:46.016-05:006 MONTHS!!!!!
wow....=Dpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-884163842003-02-02T04:32:00.000-05:002003-02-02T15:12:28.000-05:00Lunar Ball 2003
So tonight was the last Lunar Ball of my college career. I'm proud to say that I went to all four Lunars here. And every year is different (date, venue, food, speakers) but every year proves to be a great time.
It was held at Buron Manor this year in Livonia, Michigan. Someone said it wasn't as nice as last year's venue, but I beg to differ. It was just as nice and BIGGER. pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-882555552003-01-30T02:15:00.000-05:002003-01-30T02:16:47.000-05:00It's times like these that i'm thankful for having a blog.
Today was a very unthrilling day. I woke up, went to class, ate lunch, took a short nap, ate dinner, went to a group meeting, had funKtion practice, and came back to my apartment. Boring? I guess. Unthrilling? Very much so.
I don't know what it is. I have this odd feeling inside me that seems like some sort of unsatisfaction. pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-879728062003-01-24T15:13:00.000-05:002003-01-24T15:14:10.000-05:00Hello?
Pierre??
Anybody home?
Hello?
(silence)pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-863938772002-12-22T07:34:00.000-05:002002-12-22T07:34:00.323-05:00Watching Sportscenter over and over again, and a day of NFL football ahead...gosh I love being at home and just doing NOTHING. Yessssss....pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-863938052002-12-22T07:29:00.000-05:002002-12-22T07:29:52.366-05:00 One of the great feelings in the world knowing a no stress vacation awaits you. No responsibilities, no worries, no work waiting for you when you get back, no stress. After two weeks of academic hell with finals and projects galore, it's all over and ahead of me is a two week span of no stress vacation. AHhhhh yes it feels good. I just got back home yesterday morning after dropping by Binghamtonpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-862640012002-12-19T05:23:00.000-05:002002-12-19T05:23:20.720-05:005:18am, Undergraduate Library (UgLi), University of Michigan, Ann Arbor. To my left stands Jason Lee, and to my right stands Anthony Zardy Suzara. It's the end of finals week, energy's running low, and delirium has officially set in. We're on our "checking email/blogging" break before we hit the books once again. Ahhh yes...the life of the College student. I hate it. I love it.
"So Pierre, pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-860282532002-12-15T08:20:00.000-05:002002-12-15T08:20:21.610-05:00You would think that with 6 days of studying, I'd make the most out of that time and sufficiently study for all my exams?
Nope.
I still got tons of work to do. Tons! I just need to get through this week and I'm FREE.
Then there's one thing that saddens me...this is my last fall semester at the University of Michigan. Actually, it's my last fall semester in school, EVER. But then again, who pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-859629352002-12-13T16:25:00.000-05:002002-12-13T16:25:00.896-05:00A couple things...
I love Christmas. Ask JB, and he'll tell you I'm probably the number one advocate for this holiday. But it's not because I'm religous and celebrate the holiday for it's true meaning, I just love the whole commercialized aspect of the holiday. That's right, I admit it- I love the all the stores and malls decked out in holiday gear, I love the mobs of shoppers, I love Santa, I pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-858607382002-12-11T17:43:00.000-05:002002-12-11T17:48:07.000-05:00With a brief stint on the injured list, stomach full of stuffing, I drove (yes, i drove) back to Michigan with my parents, ready to take on tons of schoolwork, finals, and projects. And and I'm happy to say that I'm HALFWAY through my finals. Yesterday I had a paper due in my Buddhist STudies course and a final exam in my Intro to Psych class. And this morning I had another final exam at 830am inpierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-851973072002-11-28T00:40:00.000-05:002002-11-28T01:23:01.000-05:00Day 7 of illness...
I was hurt, emotionally and physically. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything. I was out of commission. I was home but unhappy because I was ill.
Not anymore.
Night of Day 6 proved to be the one time my throat ACTUALLY started feeling better. It was still sore as a mug (Zardy reference), but I was able to swallow with a little less pain. From there, thepierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-850436862002-11-25T02:22:00.000-05:002002-11-25T02:22:51.500-05:00Day 5 of illness...
That's right, it's been 5 days since a slight sore throat turned into a suffocating viral infection of my tonsils. It's still unsure whether what I've contracted is Mono or not, but all I know right now is that it SUCKS. And just last night, as if my sore throat wasn't enough, I started getting fevers on and off, making my night's sleep almost unbearable.
The only good pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092808.post-849548222002-11-22T22:40:00.000-05:002002-11-22T22:40:23.793-05:00I have much to write about, but not right now. As I battle the evil forces that bombard the human body each and everyday, I must rest, collect my thoughts, and heal up before I can coherently express my thoughts onto this blog area. So until then, have a nice day and appreciate the little things in life. More specifically, appreciate the fact that it doesn't hurt when you swallow your own saliva.pierrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189898023322636234noreply@blogger.com0