the roey's jive that STOPPED posting

bye bye blog :) we’ll see what cooks up later… just not here.

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Just discovered the new Corinne Bailey Rae and am listening to it on repeat.

School is getting interesting. Becoming more relevant to my work. Not so much relevant, but rather I’m noticing how it’s applicable to my work environment. And what!!! it’s only been one week!

I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. This freaks me out. They’re going to replace some metal fillings that I had put in when I was about 21. I’d say how long ago that was but WHY WOULD I WANT TO DIVULGE my AGE?!?! Anyway, I’m scared but I suppose it’ll be ok since they don’t have to drill? I have no idea what it entails, might it be worse?! Someone hold my hand!!!

I survived a third round of layoffs at my office recently. When I first started there in October of 2007, there were layoffs in December. Then again January of 2009. That’s when this clever guy, at the aftermath meeting asked “how many were let go?” Well that guy just got let go this time in 2010. Sucks to be him. I remember one time way back when I got laid off way back at one of my first jobs. It was so sad and painful because it was such a fun job with a laid back environment. I can’t not be sympathetic. But then again, sometimes people just have it coming, don’t they? None of my fucking business.

Lately I’ve been running around with my Lomo LC-A. I really want the Zumi Digital. OK I want both. I’m greedy. Trying to divide my time between work, cooking more at home, practicing piano, doing homework, snapping photos, bumming with the hubs and the dog, and thinking about exercise! Such a hard life. I just finished learning Gymnopedie by Erik Satie on the piano, but currently trying to perfect it. I’m quite pleased with not having touched a keyboard for so many years.

I need to draw more!!!!!! and develop some film!!!

I don’t touch the stuff, ever, but kinda can’t help but appreciate what they’re doing with the coffee/ here:

I once saw way back a Food Network snippet about coffee foam art but none of the ones showed were ANYTHING like the ones displayed here!!!!

You can find a whole crazy gallery of them here on Flickr :)

inda bored with life right now. I dunno, it’s weird. I’m finally on vacation from work and now I don’t know what to do with myself. Well, for one thing, I’m all booked up. I feel like I have something going on everyday, and though it’s kinda nice I wanna feel productive. Though seeing friends is fun, I really don’t feel like I’ve done something with myself if that’s all I do. Bad news is, as soon as I go back to work, I start classes. That freaks me out since I haven’t been in ages. Plus the added stress of getting there with traffic and parking (and the fact that I don’t have a parking permit at the moment). I guess I’ll just have to see how that all goes.

Saw a photo of myself the other day and wasn’t liking what I was seeing. I’m gonna need to work on that. I don’t wanna make it a big deal and go saying that I’m gonna quit cooking or baking or anything crazy, but I was sort of thinking I really want to change some of my habits. I spose I can blame the holidays too but I doubt that the holidays alone can be the source of my very convenient indulgence. Whatever. I feel so half-assed. Has hypnosis worked for you or anyone you know????? I’m just killing myself finding the effort and motivation. bleh!

I’m at work, and I’ve been checked out since about last month. When the hell does this all end? We go on break from Xmas all the way through to Jan 4th, but I’ve got so much stuff to do, I’m actually more stressed out about the holidays than I am here at work (that’s rare).

First off, I’ve been summoned to go to a holiday party that my aunt has every year on Xmas Eve, but in reality it’s not a holiday party. It’s really a secret birthday party for her son because a cake with his name slides in every year somehow, and we’re forced to watch a goddamned piano recital that I’m incredible uninterested in. No offense to my cousin, I’m sure he’s real smart n all, but let’s just say I’ve had my fair share of personal issues with the Aunt. And by the way I call her THE aunt and not MY aunt mainly because we’re not blood related, she just married my uncle, thus it was by force and beyond my control. Anyway, so I’m often expected to bring a dessert, and while that’s ok, I’m working that day and getting out at 1pm so I’ll have to do some or most of my preparations the night before. But here’s the fun part. My mom called me last week inviting my whole family to my new condo for Xmas day, so while the group isn’t that gigantic, I’m still under a fair amount of pressure to get things right since my Gramma and a few other possibly picky, traditional, and good eaters are going to be there. I may have gone a bit overboard, but currently in my fridge, there is a standing rib roast, a gangload of chicken drumsticks, some stuffer mushrooms, and nothing else that’s relevant. Not even a dessert in sight either. HELP.

Other things I still haven’t done: wrap gifts, BUY gifts, oh and my most important gift looks like it won’t be arriving on time, already missed doing cards, and don’t know if I’ll be doing holiday baking anymore. Am I a royal act or what?

I need exercise.

Just went through my storage server earlier tonight reading some old journal entries from when I was a wee one, about 7 years back or so. Some of the entries were incredibly fascinating. Not like this boring wack piece of shit I pathetically call a blog, though they weren’t very self reflective entries. Sadly, I’m not 100% sure if a handful the entries are mine because at one point some weird ho from Thailand (chatted w/ her online from time to time) straight copied and pasted my entries onto her page and changed maybe some of the information around to suit her needs and left me horrified to find my thoughts on someone else’s journal. While this one other clown I knew from online was freaking out that she stole his buttons and other interface objects from his site for her forum/board, SHE STOLE MY GODDAMNED PERSONAL THOUGHTS AND CLAIMED THEM AS HER OWN. Who does that? We’re not dealing with school essays here.

I’d paste them but they’re incredibly raunchy and I’d have to take some time to sift through them in order to find one that I consider appropriate. Not that anyone reads this piece of shit anymore. I’m sad that I’m not articulate as I used to be. I had a lot more to complain about back then. I guess I still do now, but I handle it a little better than before and have to keep things discreet since the web is a living and breathing extension of our persona. Plus, I was a young, angry and bitter soul. Maybe I’ve been inspired to write again. You will see. Or not. Probably not.

Happy holidays, dummies.

o I recently got accepted into a program at UCLA where I had to submit a portfolio of work in order to be eligible for their curriculum. Needless to say, I tinkered away with arranging some work samples and I’m now starting classes in early January. It’s sort of surreal.. I had just weeks ago learned about the program, became interested, sent off an email inquiry, went through my hard drive collecting some relevant works to send for review and then soon after, made motions towards enrolling. Going back to school while working at a job full time is something I have never done and am a bit anxious now that I’m going through with it. I’m sure this will be rewarding, if not, entertaining? One thing I always miss about school is the opportunity to meet new people and have a social connection outside of the constant work group. However, the same goes for the opposite.. there’s always some likely possibility for some gigantic egotistical and pretentious dumbass thinking he (or she) is the shit before he even steps into the classroom. You have no idea how many of these assholes I’ve met, even in the most laid back classroom setting. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

p.s. I went here yesterday: http://www.uniquelosangeles.com/ Lots of indy crafters and artists doing their grind and selling their goods:

‘Twas fun. I ended up getting a few holiday gifts and now I’m kind of inspired to sell my own stuff. hah! I’m such a huge talker. you love it.

it’s finally here…..

Look what you people’ve done. Make a few comments on a blog and now you’ve got me coming back for more. ok, fine I see how it is.

These days, work has been ROUGH. rough, but in a busy and super productive way. Like I feel like I’m actually making a difference and my performance has been noticed. While I like this, I’ve been slightly irritable to my coworkers (sorry) and wouldn’t mind it slowing down a little bit to gain some steady momentum. Anyway, I came home today tired as HELL and why I decided to bake cupcakes, I don’t know, but it was an epic fail. I decided to sort of invent my own cupcake recipe with persimmons that I got earlier this season and they just stuck horribly to the paper cups. In the trash they went. This is when coworkers complain and never see these failed products and ask me why I haven’t been baking. I’d rather not revisit the failure, but I’m happy to take it as a learning experience. Then Alvin goes and takes pics of my trashed cupcakes and shows them to my coworkers and everyone freaks out at me when they find out there were baked products they were not previously aware of. Now I’m just babbling.

I have this funny idea that I can’t be good at both baking and my job. Like right now my job is on a roll, but obviously I couldn’t even get a simple cupcake right. I’m ok with this idea because it was at my last job where I started believing that I was no longer a designer and should abandon my career to be a baker. But? Get it? If I’m lousy at baking it must mean I’m ok as a designer? Like if I were to choose between the two, I’d rather be good at my job. right? Don’t ask. I’ve never been rational with these things. One thing for sure, having lost at baking might not be so bad for my weight/health. Like I need to be gaining any weight!

So lately I’ve been trying not to look at myself and think “ugly!” Over the past several years, I’ve had some serious self image issues that I’m trying to break free of. So, here, as a treat for my readers, an act of boredom and low grade of self-therapy, here’s a photo of myself kinda dolled up, but drunk and goofing off. and I think I’m in an elevator (taken in August 2009):

CHEERS!

p.s. would it be a good deal if I said with every post I have to include a photo, with the exception rule that I can find one that’s worth posting?