When things are getting me down, there's nothing better than retreating to my world of sports. Tonight was another day in paradise. Another three for three night! The Angels are now tied for 1st with the A's in the AL West. Exciting stuff... this ain't looking pretty for Nor-Cal fans!
Monday, September 27, 2004
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Wow. I think I'm high on sports right now. There's nothing like coming home to find out that ALL your teams won today! My Dodgers have really been on a roll lately. Gagne apparently had two big innings late in the game today against the Giants. (Boo to the Giants... bunch of LA-haters!) And Angels are kicking some A's butt! It was a good weekend for the Nor-Cal/So-Cal rivalry. (Of course, So-Cal came out on top!) And lastly, my dark horse of the season, the Astros... all the sports commentators initially left them out to die, especially after Andy Pettite couldn't produce the way they had anticipated. But regardless, they're hanging on in the NL Wildcard race. I STILL believe they have a chance. Boy, it would make my season if the Giants got left in the cold. Either way... great day! Dodgers, Angels and Astros all won today! It would've been better if I was ACTUALLY at the Dodgers/Giants game... but watching it on TV by myself isn't so bad anymore... I've been doing it for quite some time already.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
Sunday, September 12, 2004
TAIWAN 2004
I figured it was about damn time I put up some pictures from my relaxing summer. Here are a couple of my favorite shots from my two weeks in Taiwan. The trip was really wonderful, as I got an inkling of what it would be like to have grown up with a huge extended family... too bad it wasn't longer.
My "baby" brother and me. This is the very first picture of our trip. Always a memorable one!
The family at Marine World in Kaohsuing. My dad's old college helped to fund this park!
My Aunt Judy and me at Maobitou. This is a landmark located at the southern tip of Taiwan. If you look directly behind my Auntie's head, you'll see the Maobitou, which loosely translates to mean Nose of Cat.
Me clowning around.
Terri as a terracotta artifact.
Two families combined... my 2nd uncle's family and ours. My 2nd uncle used to be the chairman of the Hualian Kiwanis and once broke the record for swimming in the southern region of Taiwan.
The family and my grandmother. They used to say that I look a lot my like my grandmother. I think she's BEAUTIFUL!
This is a picture of all the cousins on my mom's side, minus Tom, who's currently in the army, and Maggie in Vancouver. Also, woman in light pink (2nd from the right) is my cousin's new fiance. I don't know if I like her yet. I don't think she's good enough for him.
Ah, such a candid shot.
People always say that my brother looks a lot like my dad. And they also say that my cousin Vinnie looks like my dad... so now y'all can be the judge. Jerry, Vinnie and my dad, do they look alike?
My cousin Mego and me.
And here is the end of our trip!
I figured it was about damn time I put up some pictures from my relaxing summer. Here are a couple of my favorite shots from my two weeks in Taiwan. The trip was really wonderful, as I got an inkling of what it would be like to have grown up with a huge extended family... too bad it wasn't longer.
My "baby" brother and me. This is the very first picture of our trip. Always a memorable one!
The family at Marine World in Kaohsuing. My dad's old college helped to fund this park!
My Aunt Judy and me at Maobitou. This is a landmark located at the southern tip of Taiwan. If you look directly behind my Auntie's head, you'll see the Maobitou, which loosely translates to mean Nose of Cat.
Me clowning around.
Terri as a terracotta artifact.
Two families combined... my 2nd uncle's family and ours. My 2nd uncle used to be the chairman of the Hualian Kiwanis and once broke the record for swimming in the southern region of Taiwan.
The family and my grandmother. They used to say that I look a lot my like my grandmother. I think she's BEAUTIFUL!
This is a picture of all the cousins on my mom's side, minus Tom, who's currently in the army, and Maggie in Vancouver. Also, woman in light pink (2nd from the right) is my cousin's new fiance. I don't know if I like her yet. I don't think she's good enough for him.
Ah, such a candid shot.
People always say that my brother looks a lot like my dad. And they also say that my cousin Vinnie looks like my dad... so now y'all can be the judge. Jerry, Vinnie and my dad, do they look alike?
My cousin Mego and me.
And here is the end of our trip!
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
RAINDROPS ON ROSES...
This is great. I have finally gotten away from the madness that was. With all my abundance of time each day, I have been able to enjoy things that make me happy. Though I miss my days in office, I can't really complain about what I have gained instead. This is some of the things I have been doing to fill my days.
-Thanks to Pablo's philosophy to life, I now take my time walking from Point A to Point B. Funny all the things you notice if you just stop to look.
-I can take longer showers just to enjoy the scent of my body wash. And after my showers, I can take the time to lather myself up with lavender scented lotion. But the best part of the post-shower ritual is using my Foot Lotion from The Body Shop. Trust me, it's good stuff.
-Every day, I come home right on time to have lunch dates with Tony Reali. Nothing beats food and Around The Horn. And... since I'm always the first one home, I greet each of my roommates as they come home.
-I have the time to pamper myself. Two days ago, Gabbo helped me find a program to replace my old Kobe screensaver that had mysteriously erased itself. This new program is better than before! AND... the clincher to my happiness, Tina and Tony Vibrational Fragrance. Apparently the stupid company went bankrupt, which means I've been living life scentless. (Gabbo swears the perfume is what gives me the Jamie-esque scent.) Well, while I was searching for the screensaver, I also came across their official website, which actually still sells the perfume. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping my scent comes sooner than later.
-I can sit on Sproul and people-watch/sunbathe without feeling guilty.
-I have oodles and oodles of time for my friends!
-Because of my lax class schedule, I only have basketball class Mondays and Wednesdays for just one hour... and no class on Fridays! (Tuesday and Thursdays are killer!) This leaves me with SO much time to actually work... like work for money. Haha, what an odd concept, work=money.
Despite everything, I'm still behind on homework. But this year, at least I'm not behind on life.
This is great. I have finally gotten away from the madness that was. With all my abundance of time each day, I have been able to enjoy things that make me happy. Though I miss my days in office, I can't really complain about what I have gained instead. This is some of the things I have been doing to fill my days.
-Thanks to Pablo's philosophy to life, I now take my time walking from Point A to Point B. Funny all the things you notice if you just stop to look.
-I can take longer showers just to enjoy the scent of my body wash. And after my showers, I can take the time to lather myself up with lavender scented lotion. But the best part of the post-shower ritual is using my Foot Lotion from The Body Shop. Trust me, it's good stuff.
-Every day, I come home right on time to have lunch dates with Tony Reali. Nothing beats food and Around The Horn. And... since I'm always the first one home, I greet each of my roommates as they come home.
-I have the time to pamper myself. Two days ago, Gabbo helped me find a program to replace my old Kobe screensaver that had mysteriously erased itself. This new program is better than before! AND... the clincher to my happiness, Tina and Tony Vibrational Fragrance. Apparently the stupid company went bankrupt, which means I've been living life scentless. (Gabbo swears the perfume is what gives me the Jamie-esque scent.) Well, while I was searching for the screensaver, I also came across their official website, which actually still sells the perfume. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping my scent comes sooner than later.
-I can sit on Sproul and people-watch/sunbathe without feeling guilty.
-I have oodles and oodles of time for my friends!
-Because of my lax class schedule, I only have basketball class Mondays and Wednesdays for just one hour... and no class on Fridays! (Tuesday and Thursdays are killer!) This leaves me with SO much time to actually work... like work for money. Haha, what an odd concept, work=money.
Despite everything, I'm still behind on homework. But this year, at least I'm not behind on life.
Monday, August 30, 2004
I am one of two girls in my basketball class this semester. Yup, lost in a sea of hot basketball-dribbling men. I think I've had really good dreams that have started this way. Unfortunately, my class ain't paradise.
From the second I set foot into that gym today, all the guys turned to me and started sizing me up. Naturally, I did the same. No big deal. I've been running with the "big boys" all my life. I always get scoffs at first. That's until they get swiped by me, then they stop doubting. Our teacher, whom also happens to be a woman, wasn't there yet. So everybody was just shooting around... with two freakin' balls! Out of a class of 30, and only two balls?!?! (We must be facing really tough budget cuts.) Anyway, some guys decide to stand around. I was done sizing up people and decided to shoot around and show my skills. Mind you, to actually get to shoot, I had to first rebound the ball. I am, without a doubt, the shortest person in class. Yes, the tallest guy is SO tall that even if I jumped, I still can't tap the top of his head.
I eventually win over a rebound and proceed to shoot. I decide to take my ever-popular shot by the right wing about a foot before the 3-point arc. That's usually my sweet spot. *swoosh* First shot: nothing but net! Some guy tosses me my change and I take another shot, with much more confidence this time....
F.ck. Second shot: air ball! The guys laugh as I creep back into the middle for another rebound. I guess, sometimes, a girl just can't get a break. So much for my GREAT skills.
From the second I set foot into that gym today, all the guys turned to me and started sizing me up. Naturally, I did the same. No big deal. I've been running with the "big boys" all my life. I always get scoffs at first. That's until they get swiped by me, then they stop doubting. Our teacher, whom also happens to be a woman, wasn't there yet. So everybody was just shooting around... with two freakin' balls! Out of a class of 30, and only two balls?!?! (We must be facing really tough budget cuts.) Anyway, some guys decide to stand around. I was done sizing up people and decided to shoot around and show my skills. Mind you, to actually get to shoot, I had to first rebound the ball. I am, without a doubt, the shortest person in class. Yes, the tallest guy is SO tall that even if I jumped, I still can't tap the top of his head.
I eventually win over a rebound and proceed to shoot. I decide to take my ever-popular shot by the right wing about a foot before the 3-point arc. That's usually my sweet spot. *swoosh* First shot: nothing but net! Some guy tosses me my change and I take another shot, with much more confidence this time....
F.ck. Second shot: air ball! The guys laugh as I creep back into the middle for another rebound. I guess, sometimes, a girl just can't get a break. So much for my GREAT skills.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Please excuse this entry. It's a thought that I've had for a very long time, but always had problems articulating. But with the recent proceedings in the Olympics, I figure it's as good as any of an example to use.
The human race is very interesting. We seem to act more united when a common enemy poses a threat. However, when that enemy disappears, we seem to ache for something or somebody to fight against, so we turn on each other. Let's take basketball, for example. The NBA is hands-down the best basketball organization in the world. Within the NBA, there are exactly 30 teams. These 30 teams aren't supposed to normally get along. Anybody that knows me KNOWS that I'm a die-hard Laker fan. But this morning, at 5:30 to be exact, I found myself cheering, quite loudly if I might add, for players like Tim Duncan and Carlos Boozer. Mind you, these are players I usually despise during the season. However, when playing against Spain, I'll gladly root for Team USA, even with players I hate.
Now, take this concept to a more worldly illustration. I remember watching Will Smith's Independence Day and thinking, "Oh, so this is how you reach world peace." Though the movie isn't all that realistic, what IS real is how people would react should Earth ever be attacked by aliens. Despite whatever war or dispute nations may be having against each other, when met with a bigger threat, I'm positive that people would put their differences aside.
As best put by my brother, when a greater evil threatens our society, people will come together. But all this leaves me wondering, isn't there any other way to achieve world peace???
The human race is very interesting. We seem to act more united when a common enemy poses a threat. However, when that enemy disappears, we seem to ache for something or somebody to fight against, so we turn on each other. Let's take basketball, for example. The NBA is hands-down the best basketball organization in the world. Within the NBA, there are exactly 30 teams. These 30 teams aren't supposed to normally get along. Anybody that knows me KNOWS that I'm a die-hard Laker fan. But this morning, at 5:30 to be exact, I found myself cheering, quite loudly if I might add, for players like Tim Duncan and Carlos Boozer. Mind you, these are players I usually despise during the season. However, when playing against Spain, I'll gladly root for Team USA, even with players I hate.
Now, take this concept to a more worldly illustration. I remember watching Will Smith's Independence Day and thinking, "Oh, so this is how you reach world peace." Though the movie isn't all that realistic, what IS real is how people would react should Earth ever be attacked by aliens. Despite whatever war or dispute nations may be having against each other, when met with a bigger threat, I'm positive that people would put their differences aside.
As best put by my brother, when a greater evil threatens our society, people will come together. But all this leaves me wondering, isn't there any other way to achieve world peace???
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
There's a reason why I haven't blogged in so long. Lately, I've been noticing that my vocabulary has dwindled. I think I'm no better than my 15-year old brother. Language is something that needs to be practiced and worked at. It's been two years since I taught my last SAT course, and going on a 14-day English hiatus doesn't exactly work wonders for my rhetoric. I hate when words are at the tip of my tongue but I can't figure out which word I'm exactly trying to use. I think I might start acting like my sister and read the dictionary for fun.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Thursday, July 29, 2004
DEFINITELY A RANT...
I've been noticing a trend. It seems like lately, my older male friends have discovered the art of dating the young beauties of 1986. If you do the math correctly, these girls are the newly graduated high school class of 2004. My sister falls under this category, but I've been keeping her away from lecherous guys. You see, I have a lot of issues with newly graduated high schoolers dating a bunch of newly graduated college students! These girls haven't even stepped onto a college campus and they're ALREADY dating guys that have done the bar scene and assimilated to the "frat-life" way of doing things. I don't mean to categorize or make it seem like ALL guys are terrible, but what the f.ck are you doing with girls that still "riTe lYke DiS"??? Even maturity levels are different. Yes, we all know guys mature slower, so maybe high school girls ARE at your maturity level. But let's not be stupid, there's also a sexual maturity level, which let's face it, doesn't always develop as fast for young girls. It's not so much the age difference that bothers me. Hell, I've dated MUCH older guys. But come on, at least wait 'til these girls have moved into a co-ed dorm before you start hitting on them!
I've been noticing a trend. It seems like lately, my older male friends have discovered the art of dating the young beauties of 1986. If you do the math correctly, these girls are the newly graduated high school class of 2004. My sister falls under this category, but I've been keeping her away from lecherous guys. You see, I have a lot of issues with newly graduated high schoolers dating a bunch of newly graduated college students! These girls haven't even stepped onto a college campus and they're ALREADY dating guys that have done the bar scene and assimilated to the "frat-life" way of doing things. I don't mean to categorize or make it seem like ALL guys are terrible, but what the f.ck are you doing with girls that still "riTe lYke DiS"??? Even maturity levels are different. Yes, we all know guys mature slower, so maybe high school girls ARE at your maturity level. But let's not be stupid, there's also a sexual maturity level, which let's face it, doesn't always develop as fast for young girls. It's not so much the age difference that bothers me. Hell, I've dated MUCH older guys. But come on, at least wait 'til these girls have moved into a co-ed dorm before you start hitting on them!
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
SNEAK PEEK INTO THE FUTURE...
Feeling too lazy to back my car out of the garage and drive it, I decided to take my dad's van out for a little joyride and pick up my little brother from his friend's house tonight. Mind you, I have NEVER driven this van before, partly because it is the company van, which means I'm not insured under it. I don't know what compelled me to take the van, or where I found the courage to do so, but I did.
I don't know why I was ever so scared to drive it. Driving that big tank felt like the most natural thing to me. For a fleeting 20 minutes tonight, I felt very much like a soccer mom, driving my brother and his friends around. If this is any indication of what's in my future, I'm not complaining. Rather, I welcome it.
It's funny how much priorities change within a matter of a couple of years. I recall a particular person telling me back in high school that I would make a horrible mother and wife. As much as I tried to block out those hurtful words, it has actually helped to reshape my current priorities. Even the way I measure success is different. To me, success is measured by the number of lives you touch. But, more importantly, it starts with affecting positive change within the people you love the most, and for me that means being the best wife and mother that I can be.
Feeling too lazy to back my car out of the garage and drive it, I decided to take my dad's van out for a little joyride and pick up my little brother from his friend's house tonight. Mind you, I have NEVER driven this van before, partly because it is the company van, which means I'm not insured under it. I don't know what compelled me to take the van, or where I found the courage to do so, but I did.
I don't know why I was ever so scared to drive it. Driving that big tank felt like the most natural thing to me. For a fleeting 20 minutes tonight, I felt very much like a soccer mom, driving my brother and his friends around. If this is any indication of what's in my future, I'm not complaining. Rather, I welcome it.
It's funny how much priorities change within a matter of a couple of years. I recall a particular person telling me back in high school that I would make a horrible mother and wife. As much as I tried to block out those hurtful words, it has actually helped to reshape my current priorities. Even the way I measure success is different. To me, success is measured by the number of lives you touch. But, more importantly, it starts with affecting positive change within the people you love the most, and for me that means being the best wife and mother that I can be.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
THELMA AND LOUISE...
...AKA Jamie and Gabby, or Gabby and Jamie, whichever way DJ Julio wants to announce our names over the microphone is fine with us. "Reunited and it feels so good, reunited 'cause we understood..." It's a shame we didn't sing this song, since we totally rocked the house at Sapphire. My partner in crime and I have been separated for much too long. Tonight was the long-awaited reunion. I'd like to announce, we're back and better than ever before! Totally fun night, with so much more to come... Welcome back, Gabbo!
...AKA Jamie and Gabby, or Gabby and Jamie, whichever way DJ Julio wants to announce our names over the microphone is fine with us. "Reunited and it feels so good, reunited 'cause we understood..." It's a shame we didn't sing this song, since we totally rocked the house at Sapphire. My partner in crime and I have been separated for much too long. Tonight was the long-awaited reunion. I'd like to announce, we're back and better than ever before! Totally fun night, with so much more to come... Welcome back, Gabbo!
Friday, July 23, 2004
SPORTS, SPORTS AND MORE SPORTS
For as long as I can remember, the Dodgers have always been the underdogs. But I love my boys in blue just as much as my purple and gold Lakers. However, this just may be the year of the Dodgers. Rumor has it that the Dodgers may be involved in the trade for "The Unit," which may dramatically improve their chances for the playoffs. Either way, tonight was an exciting game. Initially down with a 2-1 deficit, they tied it up in the 8th inning against the Padres. Like always, the Dodgers turn on the magic in the 9th. At the bottom of the inning, Adrian Beltre came up big and brought the game to an end, knocking one out of the park. Very exciting! Tomorrow, I will ACTUALLY be at the game. Hope the boys come up big again.
Aside from the baseball game, I also managed to catch, not 1, not 2, but 3 basketball games today. Yes, the infamous Whittier Tournament, better known for putting teams through intense playing schedules. These boys in green won all three games. *yay* As for me, I'm completely "basketball-ed" out. Driving back and forth is exhausting! I was the only "parent" that stuck around for all three games! But wait, it gets better... my brother is playing in 2 tournaments this weekend, which means a whopping 4 games tomorrow! The upside to all this: I have an admirer! The downside: He's WAY too young. Totally R. Kelly-style. It's just my luck; they're either too old or too young. This one reminds me of a particular track star from back in high school. Very cute! Joe, call me when you turn 21.
For as long as I can remember, the Dodgers have always been the underdogs. But I love my boys in blue just as much as my purple and gold Lakers. However, this just may be the year of the Dodgers. Rumor has it that the Dodgers may be involved in the trade for "The Unit," which may dramatically improve their chances for the playoffs. Either way, tonight was an exciting game. Initially down with a 2-1 deficit, they tied it up in the 8th inning against the Padres. Like always, the Dodgers turn on the magic in the 9th. At the bottom of the inning, Adrian Beltre came up big and brought the game to an end, knocking one out of the park. Very exciting! Tomorrow, I will ACTUALLY be at the game. Hope the boys come up big again.
Aside from the baseball game, I also managed to catch, not 1, not 2, but 3 basketball games today. Yes, the infamous Whittier Tournament, better known for putting teams through intense playing schedules. These boys in green won all three games. *yay* As for me, I'm completely "basketball-ed" out. Driving back and forth is exhausting! I was the only "parent" that stuck around for all three games! But wait, it gets better... my brother is playing in 2 tournaments this weekend, which means a whopping 4 games tomorrow! The upside to all this: I have an admirer! The downside: He's WAY too young. Totally R. Kelly-style. It's just my luck; they're either too old or too young. This one reminds me of a particular track star from back in high school. Very cute! Joe, call me when you turn 21.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
I think I've reached a new low this time. I have these shows that I watch late at night. I consider them to be my secret indulgences. The types of shows that I deem so bad, that they're so good. Yes, those trashy dating shows like Blind Date, Elimidate, and 5th Wheel. Well, add another one to the pile. The newest addition to the malarkey is MTV's Wanna Come In. This is the show where smooth-talking guys play Cyrano de Bergerac to a less-than-handsome Christian, in order to win over Roxanne and hear those three golden words: "Wanna come in?"
Imagine my surprise when I see guys that I have chilled with before ON THE SHOW!!!! Yup, I see my guy acting a fool on the show. I SURE do know how to pick winners. I'm stewing in a pot of regurgitating slime. I think it's time to get out.
But the worse news yet: Vlade Divac is coming back to the Lakers. Thinking about my sister's "Slam Dunk King" donning a purple and gold jersey makes me what to puke. But if this will give Kobe and the Lakers more depth, I can be a team player too. I just won't cheer very loudly for him!
Imagine my surprise when I see guys that I have chilled with before ON THE SHOW!!!! Yup, I see my guy acting a fool on the show. I SURE do know how to pick winners. I'm stewing in a pot of regurgitating slime. I think it's time to get out.
But the worse news yet: Vlade Divac is coming back to the Lakers. Thinking about my sister's "Slam Dunk King" donning a purple and gold jersey makes me what to puke. But if this will give Kobe and the Lakers more depth, I can be a team player too. I just won't cheer very loudly for him!
Monday, July 19, 2004
The slippery slope argument never held up in any high school round of debate, but if ever it were to be used and actualized, it would be now.
I never fully recovered from the first. And since then, I've jumped from pit to pit. I can't differentiate the good from the bad; I just treat them all the same. I've become aloof and flakey. And it's only because that's what has been done to me.
I never fully recovered from the first. And since then, I've jumped from pit to pit. I can't differentiate the good from the bad; I just treat them all the same. I've become aloof and flakey. And it's only because that's what has been done to me.
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