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convos with mom: childhood

February 10, 2012

my brother vinny has been told his whole life that he looks just like my mom, sometimes by people who have never met him before, but are so sure he’s her son that they just come up to him and start talking. I personally don’t see it – although I like to perpetuate it because it annoys vinny – but I’m pretty sure my mom does, and I’m pretty sure she likes him better because of it.

vinny left for an internship in malaysia yesterday, and she’s been a bit distraught about it, prompting to be even ruder than usual. today I came home to the terrible announcement that our minivan, Lanny, has been sold and is leaving our family in a few days.

me: NOOOOO! this is worse than vinny leaving, saying goodbye to Lanny. I’d rather sell vinny…
mom: I’d rather sell you. actually, I’d just give you away.
me: but why do you have to sell lanny?
mom: he’s old. he’s going to break soon, might as well let someone else use him.
me: just because he’s old doesn’t mean he’s going to break!
mom: ha. you should prepare yourself for your blankie to go next.

ripping apart my childhood, one piece at a time. thanks, mom!

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digital pet peeves

January 30, 2012

sometimes things like Facebook timeline roll out and make me feel dated, because I can remember all the different phases that Facebook has gone through since I started using it in college (remember the fuss news feed caused?) and how old that makes me compared to some of the middle schoolers who are on Facebook these days.

as the years go by, how I spend my timeĀ  online has changed. when we first got a computer at home, I spent hours on AIM and filling out email tags to forward to everyone – as if anyone really needed to know what color socks I was wearing at the moment. thankfully, the email tag phase eventually ended, but the AIM phase lasted through many different screen names and even into college, when I discovered iChat on my mac and used it to talk to mariah all day at the daily cougar for the times when I was too lazy to walk from my desk to production. now it’s grown to include gchat and twitter, and I can hardly remember a world before texts.

with every new phase though, I’ve discovered a new set of things people do online that annoy me. over time they’ve grown to match the various forms of online/digital communication into a list of things I refer to as my digital pet peeves – different from my normal ones, like not putting your shopping cart back. so in chronological order, here goes:

AIM: I wasn’t a huge fan of the standard color scheme – black text on white background – but what I hated the most was the pairing of that with blue and red for the screen names of the people in the chat. and the default use of times new roman. and mostly, when people left it that way, since I was one of those who spent hours coordinating background and text colors and trying out various fonts and changing it immediately if anyone had the same combination as me. I know – what a diva. tell that to cantongurl1711 (note the purposeful misspelling and locker number, haha!) or starbabee121 (again with the misspelling) or littlezo5 (the letter “o” not the number, because someone else took that before I could get to it).

Facebook: back in the day, status updates appeared right next to your name, so it looked like one continuous sentence. therefore, it annoyed me when people didn’t start their sentences with a verb and would post things like “jane who has tickets to the BSB concert tomorrow?” I always made sure to structure mine correctly, as in “jane needs to know who has tickets to the BSB concert tomorrow.” it reads so much better and makes so much more sense. now, since the status updates moved to underneath your name, this doesn’t bother me so much. instead, now I get mad when people don’t have a profile picture, because I caved and got a smart phone (I still really miss T9 and physical keyboards) and synced everyone’s facebook pic to their number instead of having to take 100 individual pics like I did back in the day. but if you don’t have a pic, it just stays blank and it forces me to use some stock photo of a flower or some rocks instead of your pretty face showing up when you call. see? so sad. get a picture.

Twitter: I can cover this in one word – hashtags. why do you hashtag things that no one else will? why do you hashtag things that aren’t funny? why do you hashtag complete paragraphs, as #ifputtingfourteenwordstogetherwithoutspacesmakesmewanttoreadyourtweet? and also, instagram. I know I may be in the minority here, but I feel like instagram makes it harder for me to actually see what is in the picture, since it is all sepia-toned and soft-focused and whatnot.

I realize this rambly post is dating me even more, like I’m sitting in a rocking chair on my front porch watching the sunset and telling all the kids how things were back in the day. today is nice, though, so I actually may go outside in a while. if the sky is nice maybe I’ll even twitpic (not instagram) it for you later. ;)

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happy new year…again!

January 23, 2012

do you feel like I am always saying “happy new year” to you guys? it’s because despite resolving to post consistently the last time I logged in, I have not touched LohDown since then :(

I completely forgot that it was chinese/lunar new year today until I walked into church and saw people wearing their traditional chinese clothes. have I ever mentioned that I love making lists? well I do, and here’s one of the reasons why I describe myself as a “bad asian” to people I meet:

  • I can’t do math. calculating tax on something is my biggest daily struggle, and I can’t handle decimals/fractions at all without writing it down or pulling out my phone. my worst grades in school were by FAR in my math classes (ask me about the 36 I got on my geometry test! but hey, I was able to use it in one of my talks at winter getaway, so at least it came in handy). the only calculating I like to do is of points and yards on the football field, so other than that, count – oh yes, I meant to do that – me out!
  • I don’t like white rice. I didn’t have a rice cooker when I lived on my own, and I honestly never once missed it. I will consent that there are certain things that need rice – like masaman curry! – but I use it more as a vehicle for eating the other things than as a food itself. if I had to choose, I’d go for noodles over rice any day.
  • I was never in band/orchestra in school. I was in choir instead, which involved lots of things generally frowned upon by the stereotypical asian parents, like wearing makeup and dancing with boys.

but there are some parts of me that are completely asian – I use chopsticks to cook everything, I never wear shoes in the house, I’m really short and my hair is jet black. I also really, really love hello kitty! so in that spirit, happy new year (again) everyone!

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