Update on the contest so far.

Jason is in the lead.

In second place is Richard who is trailing by six votes.

Tied for third place are Jennie and Erich.

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A very long and unnecessary post…but who the fuck cares?

Politics

There’s a lot of hoopla about McCain/Palin and Obama/Biden.  Let it be known that I don’t like any of them.

McCain

It hurts me to watch McCain.  The way he is unable to lift his arms due to being tortured while he was a POW and the way he smiles, as if someone is forcing him to, makes me uncomfortable.  Mentally, I don’t know how stable he is but if I was being continuously tortured for years in a box and having my hair turn prematurely white, it would probably fuck me up and make me suicidal (I think he had a passive suicide attempt while imprisoned but was stopped).

I think it’s time that we’ve brought back the troops.  I feel that it’s cruel and unusual punishment to continuously send them there for their 3rd-4th-5th tours.  What are we trying to do?  Kill them?  His stance is that it is possible that the troops may be there for years.  Years…by that time we won’t have any troops left.  He was even bold enough to say that he would fight any early withdrawal from the region.  Hell, this isn’t like having sex.  I won’t laugh about him having premature ejaculation.  Sometimes, you have to know when to fold, and take your losses.  I can tell he’s itching to get into it with Iran too, those Republicans sure love going to war, eh?

Oh, oh, John is also opposing the expansion of the GI Bill, which was scaled back several times over the years.  As a veteran, you would think that he would support a bill for education for veterans.

I am unmoved by his health care plan either.  It’s obvious that the health care system is broken and he’s not doing much to change it, except trying to give employers tax credits to assist employees in buying insurance.  That’s all fine and dandy but the fact remains that the amount that he is proposing is considerably less than the purchase amount for medical insurance.  Never mind the cost of prescription medications that no one is able to afford because they’re so disgustingly inflated. His focus has been on chronic illnesses and the ability to rate doctors and hospitals accordingly.  People already do that on Healthgrades.com and other hospital report card websites.  I want something new!

I don’t see how this is going to help facilitate hospitals in keeping their doors open if he continues to ignore the lack of border control.  Lack of border control = undocumented workers = lack of insurance = utilizing emergency rooms as a clinic = inability to pay for outstanding medical bills = facilities closing, granted that they could file for a tax break but the process takes awhile and by that time, it may be too late.

His views on climate control has been minimal compared to his opponent.  He should want to reduce carbon emissions by 80%, rather than 60% and increase auto fuel economy to 40 mpg instead of 30 mpg.   But I do have to agree with him in the fact that we will need to find an alternative energy sources.

His view in regards to abortion is unnerving.  First he says he’d prosecute the doctors who perform abortions and would love to overturn Roe v. Wade but keep the rape and incest exceptions. He said that he’s pro-life but is willing to have the death penalty broadened.  What the hell?

Never mind the fact that he didn’t think that MLK deserved to be a holiday and initially voted against it from being a federal holiday.

I agree with him that there should be more money going towards federal prisons and there should be stricter penalties for violent felons.  I would vote that criminals should serve their full sentences too, just like McCain.

He said that the borrowing and spending of the federal government need to stop. I’d love to hear how he’d do this.  Oh, let’s see here…he wants to cut spending for NASA and welfare and completely eliminate arts funding.   I can understanding cutting NASA but welfare?  C’mon!  I do love the fact though that he is trying to make permanent tax cuts to individuals and businesses and get rid of the alternative minimum tax.  Banning internet taxes is always a + for me.

To conclude about McCain, let’s just say that he’s acknowledged to voting 90% of the time with President Bush in congress. 90%.  Change is coming, change is coming…where?

Obama

I’m not too much of a fan of his either.  He wants to reduce the deficit by creating more revenue (from where, I don’t know) and cutting other programs (there’s nothing left to cut, everything is practically at a bare minimum as it is).   Love the fact that he wants to give a $500 credit to millions of middle and low-income workers (wish it was more).  He wants to eliminate taxes for senior citizens who make less than $50,000 a year.  This would alleviate some of the senior folks from going into debt due to their medication and health care costs.  To stimulate the economy, he’s willing to give workers and seniors a $250 tax cut and another installment if needed.   He also said that he would cut taxes for 95% of American families.  How?  I’m not really sure where he’d get the money for that considering that we have no money.  We’re broke motherfuckers.

He’s willing to set aside $10 billion to assist homeowners avoid foreclosure while McCain tells those who are having their homes foreclosed, that it’s their problem and to not ask for handouts from the gov’t.

He would like to bring two brigades home each month, until the troops have all come back.  He does think that for a limited time (who knows how long this will be), some troops would be held back to be bodyguards for diplomats and fuck up Al Qaida if they act a fool again.  “Can’t do anything at home with a $12 billion a month in Iraq”.  He also voted YES to limiting soldiers’ deployments to 12 months, unlike McCain.

Barack wants to make insurance coverage more feasible for everyone, not sure how though.  He wants to mandate health insurance for children, just as many states have done already.  But what about the adults?  The seniors would be taken care of by Medicare or another program set up by the federal government that is similar to Medicare.  Instead of making another program, why doesn’t he fix Medicare?

I get mixed messages when it comes to his immigration views.  He wants to strengthen border control yet wants states to give illegal immigrants in-state tuition?

His eagerness to cut carbon emissions by 80% and raise auto fuel-economy standard to 40 mpg is awesome.  The fact that he’s wants to reward automakers for manufacturing better fuel-efficient cars is exactly what I’m talking about.   But I still feel as though we should look for alternatives too.

The only thing he and McCain seem to have in common is that they are in favor of stem cell research.

There are rumors that Obama only got into Harvard Law School because of affirmative action and knowing foreign million/billionaires, but his records are sealed.  And no one may ever know about it. But who cares?  It’s not as though McCain’s grades were any better.  He graduated in the bottom 1% of his class at the U.S. Naval Academy.

He said that he was leaving Trinity United Church of Christ’s because of the publicity affecting the church.  But was it really because Rev. Wright was gearing the church towards Black Liberation Theology?

But a personal questions I have are these: Why won’t he help out his family in Africa?  What’s up with him and his pastor/church?  What gives?

Palin

Palin, the “Killa From Wasilla”, has been interesting.  She opposes sex education at school and abortion of any kind (rape and incest included).  This is interesting because McCain is able to soften his position on abortion and make concessions if it is due to a rape or incest.  But now her daughter has gotten knocked up at the tender age of 17 years old.  If parents were to teach their children about sex education along with teachers, instead of only promoting abstinence, there could be less girls getting pregnant and teenagers getting STD/STIs.  Maybe if schools would teach sex education, we wouldn’t have 1/3 of American girls before the age of 20 getting pregnant, nearly 750,000 teens get prego yearly. This one is rather personal for me because while I was working in the Labor & Delivery/Neonatal Intensive care/Post-Partum/Ante-Partum/Pediatrics/Pediatrics Intensive Care Unit, I saw young girls who were less than 16 years-old giving birth to their second children.

Another thing that bothers me is that people are commending Palin’s daughter for keeping the baby.  That is nice and all but it’s also putting her on a pedestal and glorifying the image of teen pregnancy, which we have enough of in Hollywood. There’s controversy circling about whether or not she had abused her powers to have her ex-brother-in-law and Police Chief Stambaugh, removed from his job.  Also there’s the conflict of interest, her husband working as a North Slope oil field worker.  Oh and don’t forget the speculation about her extramarital affair with her husband’s business associate.

She supposedly has national defense experience because she is the head of state’s National Guard but the fact remains that her position relinquishes all authority to federal officials when the National Guard is called to defend the nation. Alaska’s National Guard is also the most poorly staffed in the nation and has reached a crisis level.  Only 84% of the assigned positions are filled, but it’s probably not a concern for Palin.

I have no doubts that she’s a great mayor of 9,780 people (there’s probably more wildlife than humans there).  But what about being a VP for 305 million people?  She has an 80% approval rating, that’s because there aren’t that many people.  There are almost 15x more people in my city than her jurisdiction.  I laugh when McCain tries to justify and pad palin’s resume about how Alaska is RIGHT next to Russia.  RIGHT next.  Hohoho.

Back to being the Killa from Wasilla, she has authorized (for the first time in 20 years) wolves to be shot from helicopters to increase moose and caribou herds for hunters.  14  one-month-old wolf pups were taken out of their dens and shot to death.  She also does not believe that global warming is caused by people.  So drill on people, drill on.  She doesn’t think that polar bears and beluga whales are endagered species.

She said that the victory in Iraq is in sight.  Oh really?  Since when?

She went to six colleges in six years.  Apparently one of the universities listed does not have her on her registrar records.  Umm.  Yeah.

How did Palin get to do all the dirty work for McCain?  Where’s our maverick now?  I’d take Billary (Bill + Hillary) over Palin any day.

Biden

If I was a law student, I would be interested to sit in Biden and Obama’s classes.  Hell, even Michelle Obama graduated from law school.  But alas, I am not a law school student but at one point I did want to be one.

Biden’s had his own tragedies in his life.  He overcame a speech impediment, stuttering, while growing up.  His first wife and child dying in a car accident.  He was accused of plagiarizing his law school papers and speech from Neil Kinnock.  Then he had the aneuryism in his brain, which he was able to recover from miraculously.

I also think that it’s ironic that he was the one that gave Obama a backhanded remark that Obama was clean and articulate and is now Obama’s running mate.  He will most likely say something stupid and impulsive…again ruining the Democratic party.

Biden’s been a senator since the 70s and has been a friend of McCain’s for the past thirty years.  Everyone knows Joe Biden.  He of all people may understand how McCain works and operates, making him invaluable for the Democrats but then again, it could get in the way. He also has strengths in areas that Obama lacks, such as foreign affairs and white working class voters.

Who will you vote for?

Play the Candidate Match Game II.

I hate it when people can’t communicate.  Tired of being the one that always has to intitate it.  Fuck it.

Worked 16 hours straight.  That’s awesome.  Oh, did I tell you that a coworker was crying again at work today?  I can’t help it if she sucks and gets ripped a new one every other day from my boss.

It’s time for 99.

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Time: 0213

Currently listening to: Who Knew - Pink

Work was a cluster fuck.  Everything that could go wrong, did.  My boss has been putting heat on many of my coworkers, their personal issues are affecting their work.  I had coworkers crying and feeling demoralized.  I had to explain to them that when they enter work, they have to forget about everything else, unless it’s an emergency.  That they have to focus and be savvy with their time management.  I cannot carry their load for them any longer and they’re going to have to step it up a notch ASAP.

A patient died. That kinda messed me up for awhile because he seemed to have been doing well. Fuck.  The good Lord giveth and the good Lord taketh away.

I’ve discussed my issues with a particular doctor to my boss and medical director.  Vis-a-vis and e-mails discussing the actions of the doctor have been put into place and documented. It’s good to know that they’ve got my back.

I’m also going to be supervising for a new unit for a few weeks.  I heard that they are very excited about me being there and everyone’s open to any changes I may bring.  That’s a good thing because if there’s one thing I dislike is resistance and having to throw my weight around.

A coworker quit to go do missions for half a year.  I am excited for her yet I feel saddened by her leaving and temporarily bumping up my workload.

My stress level has exponentially increased this week.   Good thing I only had a three day work week this week, I probably would have been hating life otherwise.

For lunch I had the most pathetic looking turkey sandwich.  Forget about dinner, I wasn’t hungry anyway, just tired.

After work, I took a five hour nap.  God.  I woke up sweating and having nightmares from work.

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Peeled from ImSoAzNwAsHeD

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I admit to doing many of them….what about you?

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Saturday

For breakfast, I had a McD’s Southern Style Chicken sandwich (woke up too late for the biscuit).  I don’t know what compelled me to want it.  Maybe it was the massive amounts of advertising they did during the Olympics.  Taste the gold!

If you ask me, it tasted like a chicken sandwich from Chick-fil-A, but a smaller portion.  It was alright, but I still didn’t taste the gold…

Went over to Foofie’s in hardly any traffic.  Score!  I also got to see El Gaucho.  It was so good to see him.  I helped The Veteran with some “bodily issues”.  The Veteran would have had a miserable weekend if I didn’t go over.  Poor guy. I think it’s become my unofficial duty to go over to their place to assess each of them, to make sure they’re still alive and haven’t killed each other.

Then afterwards we ate sandwich fixin’s from Claro’s.  I love that place.

I got annoyed that I had to hear about Foofie going to the bay area for three days from The Veteran rather than himself.  I mean hello?  Communication?

Don’t worry Umi, we’ll go out soon!  I promise!

I think I passed out afterwards for a couple of hours.  Then we went to the Santa Anita mall to go shop.

Marc Jacob rings from Nordstroms.  They’re a little big but it’s all good.

Black tanktops from Old Navy.

When we got back to Foofie’s crib, we decided to make a sauceless pasta dish.  It turned out pretty good.  The Refugee and The Veteran ate with us too.

Sunday

Woke up later than I had anticipated.

We were in a rush to go to Claro’s before they closed to get two bottles of white balsamic vinegar.  Then the cashier ajumma talked about a basket full of goodies that were “buy one get one free”.  The fucking Corean in me had to look and bring back two focaccia breads with pepperoni on them.  We shared a slice of pepperoni pizza for breakfast.

We went to Costco to get his inhaler refilled but the pharmacy was closed.  We did however get toilet paper, paper towels, socks, and Tide. We tried the Spam hotdog sample and it was decent but nothing to write home about.  The meatball samples on the other hand were fucking great!

When we got back to Foofie’s place, we ate a late lunch  We had sandwiches again and dammit if they weren’t delicious.

Before leaving, Foofie gave me his bawls.

Holy shibaloma.  I can’t believe it has a warning on it.

Damn that drink was potent.  I barely made it to the toilet at Las Ninas.  Fuggin diarrheaz.

We went to Nordstroms Rack.

Shampoo and conditioner.  I heard that tea tree is supposed to be the shit.  I’ll have to test it out myself.

Lovcat wallet.

Then we went to a Japanese restaurant.

I skipped the entree and just had dessert.  Red bean and green tea ice cream scoop.  The best ice cream I’ve ever had.

We went back to Las Ninas crib and hung out.

We talked about La Nina #1’s boyfriend.  His dad is dying from cancer, he’s very jaundice now.  The liver is shot and he developed sepsis.  He also started having grand mal seizures.  He’s been paranoid, talking about the government coming after him and the nurses trying to kill him.  He has visual hallucinations from the hepatic encephalopathy.  To add insult to injury, he is unable to pass gas without shitting all over himself.  It makes him cry, thus making the boyfriend cry like a baby.  It’s bad enough that the boyfriend’s mother passed away not too long ago and the house suffered damages from the earthquake that struck California awhile back that they have yet to fix.

I told La Nina #1 that she will need to be there for her boyfriend more now than ever before and provide him with love and support.  Not much else a person can do, but it is definitely helpful.

Monday

We (mom, brother, and I) went to San Pedro.

The Vincent Thomas Bridge.

It’s amazing at looking at all these containers.  They’ve started building homes using the containers, considerably cheaper than traditional homes, yet they look chic.

We boarded the ship to Catalina.  For the most part, I fell asleep for most of the ride.  Dramamine was to blame.

A little over an hour had passed when we arrived in Avalon.  This place is amazing.  The island is under the Los Angeles County jurisdiction.

The homes are picturesque, but I don’t know how I’d feel about living off the cliff like that.

We headed towards Cabrillo Mole.

We had breakfast at Debbie’s little shop.

I shared half of this completely unhealthy bagel sandwich with my mom.  Onion bagel, ham, cheddar cheese, provolone cheese, eggs, and green peppers.

We went on the Inside Adventure Tour.  It was where I learned most of my history on Catalina.  He talked about Cabrillo, Shatto, Banning Brothers, Mr. & Mrs. Wrigley, buffalo/bison, fox, ravens (Edgar, Allen, and Poe), The Casino, Third Street, Eucalyptus trees, Holly Hill House, silver, fauna, and the 2007 fire.

We had a brief intermission at the airport.

Airport In the Sky.  Note the elevation.

The buffalo’s still shitting after leaving the outhouse.  Hah!

After leaving the airport, we slowly headed back down.

The pink cone shaped home is Holly Hill.  There’s a story about a man who came to Catalina to build this house for his future wife, who was on the mainland.  When he was finished, he asked for her to come and look at what he had made.  She didn’t respond.  He later found out that she ran off with another man.

The casino…but there’s no gambling allowed.

We had lunch at a restaurant that was recommended to us by the tour guide.

Armstrong’s Seafood Restaurant.  We had outside seating that was just off the ocean.

Appetizer - deep fried calamari strips.

Main course - Ceviche.  Tilapia marinated in lime juice, tomatoes, onions, jalapenos, and cilantro.

Cop on a Segway.

We boarded the Nautilus, a semi-submersible submarine.

The sub was armed with fish food torpedoes to lure the fish towards the windows.

We walked around the charming quaint neighborhood.

We had dessert at C. C. Gallagher.

A bowl, yes a bowl, of regular coffee.

The most delicious berry tart I’ve ever consumed.  My only regret is that I didn’t finish it.  I’ll see you in my dreams, sweet thang.

The end of the trip was nearing.  We headed back to the dock.

This was the lady sitting next to me in line. I was speechless.

As we were pulling away from the island, I felt a bit sad.  At least I got prime seating on the upper deck, facing away from the sun.

The captain announced that whales were within view.  I tried capturing a picture of one going up in the air but all I got was a small piece of the tail (far back near the center but more towards the left side) as he entered the water again.

And just like that, the little island was gone.

Federal Correctional Institution on Terminal Island.

More containers.  They’re everywhere!

Container lifts.

We went to go see the Corean Bell of Friendship in Angel’s Gate Park.

In English.

In Hangul.

Too bad I didn’t get a picture of the tree…oops.

The view down below.

We drove to Rancho Palos Verdes to visit my great aunt.  I haven’t seen her since I was four months old.  She looked fairly well preserved, especially considering that she’s 69 years old.

The view from her house was fantastic.  She lived one block away from the cliff and I could see and smell the ocean from her place.  Not far from her is the Trump National Golf Club.  Very ritzy.  I think I hate her, j/k.  I heard her talking to my mom about how she’s got plans for me.  Plans.  The plans she’s had for me in the past were setting me up with asshats.  Fuck the plans!

My brother and I ordered food from El Pollo Loco.  I had the skinless breast meal with salad and mashed potatoes.  It wasn’t that impressive but then again, I always wonder why I feel as though it is going to awesome when it isn’t.

Tuesday

I slept until noon.

Worked on getting more certificates/CEUs.  My goal is to have 100 different certificates by the end of the year.

Cleaned and organized the house.

Ate my brother’s left over chicken burrito.  Pretty gross, but I was so hungry, I ate it all.

Went back to studying.

Ate a snack with my mom, Japanese noodles with kimchi.

Dyed my hair.

Went grocery shopping.

Finished this post.

And now it’s time to go to bed and get ready for work tomorrow.

Update, there is a late entrant.  Unfortunately, he will be the last contestant to be allowed to register.

First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for joining.  I’ve received tons of e-mails but some of them were bogus entries, people using celebrities as their own pictures.  That’s fucking lame.  It wasted a huge amount of time because I had to filter through a bunch of spam and bullshit.  I’ve decided to only use those who have used their REAL pictures for this contest (or at least I think it’s theirs).

*IMPORTANT* This is how it’s going to work.  Everyone can vote by leaving me a comment with the name of the contestant they have chosen.  There are eight contestants to vote from (two females and six males).  I will allow people to vote for a week on their favorite reader.  One vote per person.  Once the week is finished, I will tally the results and e-mail the winner. The winner will then in turn notify me as to whether or not they would like to keep the $50 or donate it to charity.

May the best man/woman win.

Brian: I should win because I have been a dedicated reader of Rosie’s for years and I enjoy eating like her.  Please donate the winnings to a charity.

Matt: I am Irish and Korean.  My dad is Korean, oddly enough.  Go me!

Erich: Attached is a pic of me without my nipple rings for you to post on your blog.  32-year-old Korean male.  Unemployed chef currently in the process of buying a Chinese restaurant in downtown LA.

Jennie: I’m Vietnamese and over 5′5″ and I am able to speak and write with proper grammar.  Also, we are both in the health-medicine field and I understand your hate for incompetent, egotistical doctors.  I did include a personal statement essay I wrote for the Legislative Pharmacy Internship, it’s not too long (1 page) but it’s a piece of work I’m proud of.

*If anyone is interested in reading Jennie’s essay, please let me know.  I found it pretty interesting.*

Jason: What the hell…it’s for charity anyways!

Lelanori: I am 31.  Mother of 4 kids 10, 8, 4, 2.  Full time hardworking single momma.  Mixed filipina/blk/white.

Richard: my gochu (penis) is teunteunhae (sturdy) that’s why I win.

Calvin: (third from the left) just because.  I’m too lazy to write anything else.

In less than six hours, the bus will be leaving.

*muah*

Love y’all.

TTFN!

Currently listening to: Thong Song - Sisqo

It’s a different day but it’s almost as if part of my day was on rewind.

I continued to lose every game of KerPlunk.

Same bitch ass doctor continued to be a bitch to me.  I told her this time that if she has such a problem that she needs to talk to the medical director because talking to me isn’t going to resolve anything.  Fucking get over it already.  I guess she didn’t like my attitude, so she went to my boss complaining about me.  What a little bitch.  My boss told her the same shit that I said.  Stupid retarded hooker.  God damn!  I told my boss that if the doctor doesn’t stop fucking with me, that I’m going to punch her in the face.  The funny thing is that when I said that, a few of my other coworkers told me that they’d like to join in the beat down.

It was one of my coworkers last day at work.  We celebrated lunch with pizza, cake, and tarts.  Then after work, we went to a yogurt joint and hung out.

I went shopping solo to relieve some stress.  I was eyeing this Burberry handbag but refrained.  Instead, I bought a bunch of little items.

Socks.  I need socks.  Kushyfoot and dress socks.  Yes, all of them.

Bracelets.  I need both of them.  Trust me.

Three rings.  Cute, fun, and inexpensive.

Fuck yeah.  It’s Friday!  Eat me!

Currently listening to: 2 of Amerikas Most Wanted - Tupac feat. Snoop Dogg

I woke up and had the fucking squirts.  What the hell?  I didn’t eat supper and for lunch, I had a sandwich.

Drove to work and got stuck in traffic that seemed endless.  Fuck, I was 30 minutes late to work.  It took me two hours to get to work.

As soon as I clocked in, I hear my least favorite attending screaming down the hall, “Where’s Rosie?  Is she here yet?”  For fucks sakes, calm the fuck down.  Then she had the audacity to rip me a new one about something I didn’t even do.  Are you fucking serious?  I tracked down the new nurse who fucked up and pulled her to the side and explained to her the situation and that I would take one for the team this time but it would be the last time.

After the doctor humiliated me in front of my peers over something that wasn’t even of my doing, she had the nerve to ask me to help her.  Holy fuck, are you joking me?  I just ignored her.  Don’t bite the hand that feeds, bitch.  When she realized I wasn’t going to assist her, she started complaining loudly.  I turned around and told her, “You have an option as to whether or not you want to stay or leave.”  Fuck this verbal abuse bullshit.  I’ve got your workplace violence right here! *grabs crotch*

I relieved my stress by playing KerPlunk in a coworker’s office.  Fuck, I lost every game.  Man, I suck.  Maybe I should get Jenga at Target so we can play in my office for once.

A nursing intern asked me if I would look at her warts.  I was thinking to myself, “I really do not want to see her fucking genital warts.  I saw enough of that shit in labor & delivery.  Seriously. “  But to my surprise, she rolled up scrub pants and on her lower extremities were flat warts.  Disgusting.  I assessed from afar because warts can be contagious and I don’t feel like getting HPV, ya know what I’m saying?  I told her to stop shaving, clip her nails, do good handwashing, and see her Primary Care Physician if it gets worse.

I went home late because I had so much shit to do.  After work, I went to Pier 1 to get my coworker a going away present.  I got sage lemongrass incense and candles for myself.

I went to Lowe’s and purchased a bunch of ant spray killer shit.  When I got home, I sprayed the entire outside perimeter of the house and inside (doorways, floors, windows).  I hate fucking ants.  Motherfuckers, I’ll kill you and your queen.

Currently listening to: Beautiful - 10 Years

My sleeping schedule this week has been officially fucked up.  Frack it’s 0225.  OMFuckingGod.

Wake up, breakfast, mentor, work, lunch, back to work, nap, study for certificates/certifications, play Big Money, masturbate (as needed), and sleep again.

No es bueno.  Orale holmes!

I have an external hemorrhoid.  It’s annoying.  So annoying that I want to rip it out…

One of the doctors asked me for a “sanitary napkin”.  Holy shit, I haven’t heard that term in forever.  Anyway, why does she have to ask me for a pad?  Do I look like the Maxi Pad Princess?  Go get your own.  I heard she had to change her scrubs because she got mensuh blood all over her pants.  Nast.

Coworker told me about her cheating ex-husband.  Wow, the story was a geniune cluster fuck.  While they were married (he was in the Marines, a Major) and he was oversees in Iraq, he had an affair with a married female subordinate.  Apparently everyone got wind of it except my coworker who was still in the States.  He got a public reprimand and was basically pushed out of the Marines because of his stupidity.  He then had to ask his wife, my coworker, to testify on his behalf in order to continue receiving benefits (he had been in the Marines for 20+ years).  I would have had a hard time testifying if I was her, but she did it for the kids, so they could be taken care of.  That sucks uncircumcised dick!

Currently listening to: Hey Lover - L.L. Cool J feat. Boyz II Men

I should have knocked that doctor out today but I refrained.  I can’t stand her.  I had such an urge to do a dropkick in her face!  Argh!

I’m not putting on the feedbag as much these days.  I’m in my detox mode, copious amounts of water, and not eating supper.  I’ll have a decent breakfast (cup of coffee, cereal and a fruit) and a modest lunch (sandwich with no mayo or cheese, water crackers and a wedge of the Laughing Cow light garlic and herb cheese, banana, and orange).  I know it’s long overdue to detox but hey, at least it’s better now than later.  I feel pretty good too, increased energy, which means I’m extra feisty.

If you have a Bank of America card, you can take advantage of their “Museums On Us” program.  This is how it works.  On the first weekend of every month, BOA members can get free general admission to over 70 museums nationwide.  Pretty awesome, huh?  You can click on the link for more information.

I don’t know why I thought of this but I think that if a person is in a relationship (with another human being that is, animals don’t count), the male should love the woman more than the woman loving the man….that is unless you’re gay.  It just works better that way.

Also, the “Sexiest Reader of Rosie Yatch” is still on.  I’ll be posting the contestants on my blog on Labor Day and readers will be able to vote for their favorite.  I’m still taking entries currently but I’ll stop taking entries on August 31. So if you haven’t entered now, please do so.  Remember, the winner takes $50 (not considered a lot but what the hell do you care?  It’s free anyway and it’s coming out of my own pocket, so STFU) or can give the money towards a charity of their choice.  I have a few people I’m rooting for, I’m really excited!

Currently listening to: The Story - Brandi Carlile

I think that most people in their lives have contemplated suicide at one point or another.  During the my early years of high school, I thought about ending my life.  I was a very depressed soul although no one really knew it.  On the outside, I was one of the popular girls in my school, who seemed to have it all.  I smiled and laughed like anyone else but deep down inside, I felt that I was slowly dying inside. I didn’t want to exist.  I wondered if anyone else felt the same way.  If they hurt as badly as I had.

“You see the smile that’s on my mouth.  It’s hiding the words that don’t come out.  All of the friends who think that I’m blessed, they don’t know I’m in this mess.”

I had narrowed it down from a multitude of methods.  It was either overdosing on Tylenol or slicing my radial or ulnar arteries with the sharpest knife in the kitchen.  The most drastic method of course would have been to sever my carotid artery while lying in bed.

“All of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am.  So many stories of where I’ve been and how I got to where I am.”

Needless to say, I didn’t attempt or complete the act.  Honestly, I don’t know what made me not want to do it anymore.  Maybe it was the guy I was dating.  Maybe it was the pastor I met in Boston.  Maybe it was my friends.  Maybe it was my family.  Maybe it was my teachers.  Maybe it was my track coach.  All I remember was that I woke up one day wanting to live life to the fullest, as if the previous days were nothing but a nightmare…

Currently listening to: Whatever Mariachi Mexican goong jak jak goong jak jak garbage one of my neighbors is blasting.

It’s about 0130 and I’m fucking playing Big Money online.  I can’t stop playing it either.  I’m so addicted that it’s sad.

Last night I slept for 12 hours.  God, it was awesome.  Just to sleep in and do jack shit.  Yeah!

I ate breakfast, frozen Lean Cuisne, only because I was too damn lazy to cook anything, and then proceeded to clean the house with my mom.

Foofie said he was sick today so I didn’t go over to his place.  Hope he feels better soon.

I ate lunch which was absolutely boring.  Another frozen Lean Cuisine and two tofu sausage patties.

I read a friend’s blog and it made me very concerned about her.  I wish I lived within driving/walking distance from her so I could help her with whatever she needed.  I feel for you, I really do.

IM’d with Superman.  Wow, it’s been awhile since I chatted with him.

I went to Macy’s and got nothing.  Yeah.  Nothing.  Meh.

Dinner consisted of water.

I studied and took the examinations required and got 8 more certificates.  I guess I was semi-productive today after all.

Finally.  Friday.  Slept last night for three hours.  Three fucking hours.  How can someone function on three hours?

I went to a doctor’s house after work for a party.

Love the view from her place.  Maybe I can pretend that I’m in Tuscany…*le sigh*

I want that chandelier.

It always has to start with a glass of wine.

Ew gross.  They’re looking at me.

The spread.

My plate.  Lumpia, piece of bread, katsu, beef w/green beans, and a spring roll.

Taro ice cream, sweet rice, and mangos.

It’s been about four hours since I ate all this food.  I’m really uncomfortable.  I had to take a laxative to shit this all out.  Tomorrow morning, I’ll go for a jog.

Currently watching: Law & Order

Feeling: Blah

I have a question for those in the military.  Maybe Bootie Pie or El Gaucho can assist me?  Or anyone else?  Please leave me a comment with your email address.  Thanks.

It’s weird that my former insurance agent called me up today out of the blue.  Errr.  She’s probably trying to get some business by networking with her old clients.

My sleep lately has been horrible.  I’m sleeping about 3-4 hours a night. Ugh.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I do know that I need a vacation desperately.  For some unknown reason,  I really want to visit New York.

Played tennis today for two hours.  I played  like ASS.  Fuck.  I need to step it up a notch next time.  I looked so pitiful on the court.

It’s past midnight and I really need to sleep but I’m not a bit tired.  Ahhh…fuck me now.

There have only been a few times where I was scared shitless.

The first time was when I was a little kid.  I was jumping off my bed and over my play train set.  Birdgirl decided she wanted to do it too, except she landed on my train set, destroying it completely.  I remember her having a big hole at the bottom of her foot and her screaming in pain as the parents were trying to extract remnants of the toy from her foot.

The second time was when I was in elementary school.  Some pervert kept calling our house, breathing heavily on the phone saying, “I can see you when you change your clothes.”  I called the operator to see if they could trace the call but no dice.  I would slyly try to look outside the window to see if anyone was looking but I couldn’t see anyone.  For a month, I changed my clothes in the dark with the drapes fully covering the window.

The third time was in junior high.  A fellow student from Hong Kong was in love with me but I wasn’t feeling it.  He just gave me the heebie jeebies, plus he was fugly.  Besides, he was 16 years old in junior high school…what the hell is that?  He would drive to school and try to impress me but it just freaked me out even more.  I avoided him like the Bubonic Plague.  One day, he stuck a note in my locker, saying that he was going to kill me and that if he couldn’t have me, no one could.  That was some crazy shizzle. I was so scared that I ripped the note into shreds and threw it away.  In hindsight, I should have reported it to a teacher or the principal but I just wanted him to go the fuck away.  For nearly a year, I had nightmares of him kidnapping me after school.  I was pretty traumatized.

The fourth time was when I was sent to the Corean boot camp in the motherland.  Hanging out with native and foreign juvenile delinquents who committed heinous crimes (murder) forced me to always watch my back.

The fifth time was when I realized that I didn’t want to marry my fiance (at the time).  The thought of being with him for the rest of my life set me into a panic state of mind.  Holy shibaloma.  That was a close call (wedding was called off one week before).

The sixth time was when my dad was in the hospital in a coma.  I’ve seen patients die all the time but it’s different when it’s your own parent.  The little kid in me had always thought of him as strong and that he’d live forever.  But seeing him withered away and practically lifeless was reality bitch slapping me in the face.  It was an image I’ll never be able to forget. I slept in the waiting area for nearly a month, hoping he would come out of it, but he never did.  Scary knowing that he walked into the Emergency Room and never came out alive.

What scares you?

Currently listening to: Another - Notorious B.I.G. feat. Lil’ Kim

Work was good.  Amazing how people react when they realize that their jobs are on the line.  Hell, I should threaten people every day if that’s what it’s going to take.

I had a coworker complain that she didn’t want to work with nurses with less than five years of experience.  Good luck to that notion.  Does she not know about the nursing shortage?  Honestly, it’s hard to retain nurses after two years.  They get burnt out quick.  Real quick.  Why?  Because it’s physically and psychologically demanding.  When I was working in the ER and ICU, I’d have patients who had coded and died.  Draining because I worked so hard trying to help that person live but I have no time to process my feelings because I have a new admit I have to tend to.  I call the chaplain to talk to the patient’s family, to make sure that they’re alright or as good as they can be under the situation.

I don’t mind working with newbie nurses, as long as they have a good attitude, willing to learn at a ridiculously rapid pace, accurate, caring, honest, and efficient.

Part of my job is to be ready and analyze.  And in doing so, I have to assess and reassess patients continuously.  In the back of my head, I think about what could happen.  I prepare things and keep myself abreast of what is happening to my patients so it doesn’t get to that point…hopefully. An example would be a patient undergoing a CABG (coronary artery bypass graft) procedure.   Even though the surgery was a success, I still have to be aware of the patient’s status at all times because he could have a plethora of potential complications, such as: atelectasis, diaphragmatic dysfunction, pulmonary edema, acute respiratory distress syndrome, pulmonary embolism, infection, pleural effusion, respiratory failure, and the list goes on and on.

Some people think that I overanalyze things that happen in my personal life.  And you know what, they’re right.  I do.  It drives my friends crazy.  Hell, sometimes it drives me crazy.  I can’t help but think about the “what ifs” about situations that occur in my life.  Mentally, I’m preparing myself for the worst but sometimes I wish I could savor the “right now” moments.

Saturday

Went to Macy’s to get my uncle’s birthday present.  I bought him a Polo shirt, dress socks, and a Calvin Klein tie.  I had the department store wrap the gift.  It looked beautiful.

I couldn’t help myself…I bought this Guess ring too.

My uncle was very happy about his gift.  He’s a simple kinda guy, ex-marine.  Looking at him reminds me of my dad.  They could have passed as twins.  Although it was an honor spending time together with him on his birthday, it made me miss my dad.  A lot.

For dinner we went to a Corean BBQ joint.  Overall, it wasn’t bad.  I’ve had better and I’ve had worse.  I really liked their radish, to wrap the meat with instead of the rice paper, and their potato salad.  But what topped it off was my uncle’s attitude towards the employees there.  One of the waitresses asked if there was anything else we needed, he replied in Corean, “WTH are you asking for?  Can’t you see we need more meat and side dishes?  Hurry up.”

My aunt talked to me about things that I really did not care for.  Seriously.  It ruined the special day.  I made up a lie about going to a female friend’s house because I desperately needed to get the fuck out.  I didn’t like lying about it, except I wasn’t in the mood to hear, “OMG he’s not Corean?” crap.  Not now anyway.  Besides, it’s not really any of their business where I go.  It’s not like I’m a teenager.

I had a lot going on my mind while driving to Foofie’s.  So much that I ended up getting on the wrong freeway.  *sigh* I really should pay more attention to where I am going.

When I got to Foofie’s, I made a bee-line for the bed.  I was tired, sad, and stressed out.  It wasn’t until he put his arms around me that the tears fell while remained silent and motionless.  Maybe I had reached my breaking point because the tears continued to fall for another 15 minutes, which was when I was able to get a hold  of myself.  Immediately afterwards, I felt embarrassed for crying like a little bitch.  I watched Foofie sleep happily and wondered what he was dreaming of.

Sunday

We went to the Humane Society and looked at the dogs and cats.  I wanted to see the rabbits but they were renovating the area for them.  I gladly made a small donation for the facility.  It’s the least I could do.

I thought we’d try some place different for brunch.  I was growing tired of all our usual spots, so we went to Panera.

Chipotle chicken sandwich and turkey chickpea chili.   I thought my 1/2 meal combo was good.  Foofie wasn’t impressed by his meal though.

I went to Loehmann’s but there wasn’t jack shit worth getting.  That was a complete waste of a trip.

We got back to Foofie’s and we knocked dem boots.  It was hard core humpin’, with his cock sloshing around in my pussy like a oil rig digging for fossil fuel.  There was hoisting and swiveling.  Scratching (too bad I cut my nails) and biting.  Pumping and sliding. Well, you get the gist of it anyway.

I read a little bit of September’s Marie Claire (btw, whoever bought me the subscription for this magazine, thank you very much!) before I fell asleep again.  When I woke up, we were both horny so we fucked each other retarded.  By this time, we both could have won medals in the Special Olympics.

Dinner was at Ducks, a local authentic Japanese restaurant.

Cabbage salad.

Deep fried gyoza.

Chicken curry katsu.

Damn, Foofie is gonna have some kick ass leftovers to eat.

He made me a cup of coffee and after resting for a bit, I decided that it was time for me to go home.  I drove home, unable to take my eyes off the full moon.

Would it bother men if their wives or girlfriends earned more money than they did?

I remember there was a point when my mom was making more money than my daddy.  He felt dejected.  He felt less of a man, as if he was unfit to care financially for his family.  So he went back to school, got another degree, and started making more money than my mom.  His ego was reinstated and there was less bickering around the house.  Men.  Go figure.

You’ve got to be kidding me….they’re not even Corean. Hah!

I woke up and thought it was Tuesday.  Shibaloma.

Model Minority

The term “model minority” makes me sick.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?  That Asians are everyone’s bitches?  That we’re the minority that people can fuck with?  That we’ll be submissive when we get beat down?  Fuck that.  Who’s the model majority?

Advisor

My aunt has appointed me to be an advisor for a nurse (daughter of my aunt’s friend).  She passed her nursing state board examination LAST YEAR and has been unsucessful in obtaining a job as a nurse.  Why?  Because she’s only book smart and is not really invested in getting a job because her parents continue to financially support her.  Why the hell should I help someone who’s completely useless and unmotivated?

Diddy

Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Diddy, whatever he wants to call himself now has claimed that he could win gold medals in “Who could have sex the longest”.  Oh for fucks sakes.

Ruth’s Chris

The restaurant is having 2 three-course meals for $89.

First course (choose one per guest): Caesar salad, steak house salad, or Louisiana Seafood Gumbo

Entree (choose one per guest): petite filet, mixed grill, fish selection, BBQ shrimp, stuffed chicken breast

Sides (choose two to share): broccoli, sauteed mushrooms, broiled tomatoes, creamed spinach, potatoes au gratin, mashed potatoes, julienne potatoes

Dessert (choose one to share): bread pudding with Whiskey sauce, fresh berries with sweet cream sauce, cheesecake, ice cream, sorbet, warm apple crumb tart, chocolate selection

Shit the last time I went to Ruth’s Chris was for Foofie’s birthday a year ago and he almost barfed afterwards.  Ugh.

Olympics

The Olympics is fucking me up.  I don’t have TIVO so I’m forced to watch television long after midnight making me pretty damn useless at work today.  Shit, I wasn’t the only one either.  I’m doing it again today too! Ahh…will I never learn? I think I’ve found someone at work who has TIVO who can record my favorite events for me.  MUHAHAHA.

Wedding

My cousin, who is an attorney, will be marrying a CEO of some fancy schmancy place (I heard from my mom).  Funny how no one mentioned him until now.  I guess my aunt didn’t want to acknowledge their relationship because he’s not Corean, even if he is Daddy Warbucks.  My brother told me that she’s been wearing an engagement ring for the past year but no one would talk about the guy.

The last time I saw her was when we were watching Legends of the Fall at her house.  Dood, that was over 14 years ago.  I’m sure her wedding will be extravagant and exquisite (since the guy is paying), but I won’t be attending her wedding.  Hey, it’s not like we were tight so it’s all good, right?

My Cat

My cat has a few new thing she likes doing now.  When I hop into bed, she follows suit.  She gets into bed with me and will wait until I am comfortably lying down.  Then she’ll start head butting my tits.  Sometimes, she’ll lick my armpits. What the hell?  She’s so funny, she cracks me up.

Mensuh

It’s day 3 of this mess.  It’s uber annoying and inconvenient.  This shit sucks.  I don’t know what’s worse…the bleeding or the cramps.  I wish guys would bleed out of their piss holes for a week, every month, so they could understand what girls go through on a monthly basis.

Currently watching: Badminton - Corea vs Indonesia.

This is Spartaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Michael Phelps, helllllllllllllllllllllllo.

He inhales anywhere between 8,000-10,000 calories daily.

Talk about being rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiippppppped.

Congratulations.

Saturday

Watching: Womens badminton - Indonesia vs Germany

R.I.P. Bernie Mac.

Drove over to Foofie’s and we shared a sandwich from Claro’s for lunch.

Dessert was tangy tropical sorbetto from Starbucks.

Gnocchi with pesto sauce for supper.

We went to go see Batman - The Dark Knight.  It was 150 minutes long.  What a fucking masterpiece.  I love me some Christian Bale.  Foofie liked Maggie Gyllenhaal.  The Joker was a menacing character.  Talk about being antisocial.

Sunday

I went to take a shower and whoop there it was…mensuh.  Argh.

We were planning on going to the museum but mensuh killed the mood.

For lunch, I had four mini provolone and Cotta salami sandwiches.

I took a nap afterwards and woke up four hours later.  All that bleeding makes me feel like a sloth.

Vanilla bean frappuccino for a pick me up.

Watched some Olympics and talked to The Veteran.

Back to nap again.  So tired.

Gnocchi with mushrooms, beef, and parmesan cheese.

Went home with a raging headache and cramps.  I hate mensuh.

Now I’m watching Law & Order: Criminal Intent.  Yay.

The day started off working in a high speed fashion, drinking a potent cup of coffee, while being short two nurses.  I had to be very meticulous about my time.

By the time I was done with work, I was completely exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, unable to wake up for the opening Olympic ceremony.

I woke up in enough time to watch nearly half of the countries represent at the Olympics.  If I was given a geography test, I would have failed miserably.  The chicks holding up the names of the countries were hot.  At least I got to see N. & S. Coreas walk, but I was disappointed that they didn’t present together, but I guess that’s just how things go.  Funny how Russia and Georgia are at war with one another yet they are able to assemble together for the Olympics.  Why was Taiwan renamed Chinese Taipei for the Olympics?  Can you believe that China presented 1/5 of humanity? That is amazing.

China spent billions of dollars on security and it’s completely understandable as to why, especially with the athletes and presidents from multiple countries being at the event, making security a top priority at the games.  The lighting of the cauldron was impressive to say the least.  The pyrotechnicians have outdone themselves this year.

I look forward to watching the diving, gymnastics, rhythmic gymnastics , swimming, taekwondo, volleyball, and table tennis events.

Getting off the Olympics topic, I think that John Edwards is a piece of shit.  Not only did he pork some other woman while his wife was battling cancer, he had the nerve to say this about Bill Clinton and the Monica Lewinski affair, “I think this president has shown a remarkable disrespect for his office, for the moral dimensions of leadership, for his friends, for his wife, for his precious daughter.”  Holy crap, is this guy serious?  Has he looked in the mirror?

Matthew McConaughey plans to bury his baby’s placenta in his orchard.  WTF?

Peeled from Girl With A One-Track Mind

1.  My uncle once: had his driver take me all over Corea.

2.  Never in my life: have I been shot.

3.  When I was five: I was teased by the neighborhood kids because I was the only Asian living in the area.

4.  High school was: awesome, I wish I could do it all over again.

5.  I will never forget: that CPCTC = Corresponding Parts of Congruent Triangles are Congruent.

6.  Once I met: Yoo Seung Jun.

7.  There’s this boy I know: that was taken away from his family by Child Protective Services.

8.  Once, at a bar: I fell down a flight of stairs during a drunken episode.

9.  By noon, I’m usually: fading, feeling sleepy.

10.  Last night: I slept like a baby.

11.  If only I had: more time in a day, I’d be alright.

12.  Next time I go to church: I’m dragging Foofie with me.

13.  What worries me most: the way health care is going in the U.S.

14.  When I turn my head left I see: a window.

15.  When I turn my head right I see: a large leather sitting chair.

16.  You know when I’m lying when: I look nervous and start yammering away about irrelevant things to steer away from the subject that is in question.

17.  What I miss most about the Eighties is: not giving a shit and watching Voltron.

18.  If I were a character in one of Shakespeare’s play, I’d be: Cleopatra.  Drama queen?  Check.

19.  By this time next year: I Hope to get another raise.

20.  A better name for me would be: Roji Boji.

21.  I have a hard time understanding: why people feel entitled.  Help yourself.

22.  If I ever go back to school, I’ll: pay cash instead of getting a loan.

23.  You know I like you if: I listen to what you have to say.

24.  If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be: my family for believing in me.

25.  Take my advice, never: take things for granted.

26.  My ideal breakfast is: potato pancakes, maple syrup, hash browns, sour dough bread w/butter and jelly, orange juice, and coffee.

27.  A song I love but do not have is: 4 in the Morning - Gwen Stefani.

28.  If you visit my hometown, I suggest you: get used to the traffic.

29.  Why won’t people: learn from their mistakes?

30.  If you spend a night at my house: I advise you to be clean and stock up on allergy medications due to my cat.

31.  I’d stop my wedding for: a natural disaster.

32.  The world could do without: poverty.

33.  I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: vote McCain.

34.  My favorite blond(s) is/are: 4 Non Blondes.

35.  Paper clips are more useful than: rubber bands.

36.  If I do anything well it’s: sleeping.  Sleeping olympics, here I come.

37.  I can’t help but: just say how I feel.

38.  I usually cry: at funerals.

39.  My advice to my child/nephew/niece: never give up.

40.  And by the way: I just let out a vile fart right now.

Morning

Beckster and I were off for our field trip.

Starbucks grande soy no foam latte extra hot was ordered.

Got stuck in traffic.

Spent time at La Jolla.

La Jolla Cove area.

Scripps park.

I heart seals.  So cute.  I want one.

It’s not Cabo and it’s not Waikiki, but it’s still very nice and relaxing.

I love Living Room coffeehouse.  Very quaint and busy.

On the way to lunch, we talked about gay rights, religion, abortion, adoption, racism, and identifying with cultures.

Afternoon

Lunch was at the casino…buffet.  Seriously, I hate buffets.  I always overindulge in the food, trying to make it worth my money, but not this time.  I had one plate and three bites of dessert before calling it quits.

Desserts.  It looked pretty and tasty, but too bad they all sucked.  After I tried a bite of each, I was done.

Came home and took a nap for an hour.

Evening

We watched Swing Vote.  It was entertaining and better than I expected but it wasn’t anything to write home about.  Although, I appreciated the performance by young Madeline Carroll.

Then we had dinner.

Calamari with cilantro curry sauce.

Chicken breasts with mango pineapple salsa, scalloped potatoes, seasoned fries.

It was delicious but unfortunately over the past week, my stomach has shrunk.  I had to take most of the meal home to take to lunch tomorrow.

Then it was onward to dessert.

Knock off version of Pinkberry.  Mochi & yogurt chips.

Then I drove Beckster off at her friend’s crib.  Although we weren’t close friends to one another while I was living in Minnesota, I realized that I missed being with her and my other friends.