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| | Subject: | west side | | Time: | 11:48 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankhappyr.gif) cheerful |
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| I'm gonna gloss over the obvious stuff in the news right now, but I'll just quote someone's status on facebook:
"...if I was a celebrity right now, I'd be scared shitless."
Unrelated, I booked an appointment at a firing range this morning! It's for next Wednesday and I'm REALLYREALLYREALLY excited about it. Have been wanting to go shooting again for months now but didn't think I'd find anything both non-threatening and affordable in the city. And by affordable, apparently I mean $65 for finite ammo and a weak rifle, but hey. It's all relative.
Now if only I could scrounge up someone to go with me, but people either give me a "wtf is wrong with you" look when I suggest it (which is getting annoying), or they wouldn't mind going but would rather buy a dress with the money (quoteth the roommate). Well, I'll check the place and out and if it's good, I'll go with people at a later date (Dajee and K).
P.S. I LOVE MY JOB. It's so...it's so shiny, literally and figuratively. | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment   |
| | Subject: | concert | | Time: | 12:53 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/anksadr.gif) disappointed |
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| | One word for Passion Pit: anticlimactic. I am TOO OLD for stagefront moshing D: | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | wut wut | | Time: | 01:33 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankwinkr.gif) drunk |
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| It was my friend's bridal shower/bachelorette today! The first ones I've been to. The bachelorette especially, I feel like I got to bond with these auxilary friends I've seen for years but never really talked to. Something tells me sharing sexual escapades and # of conquests will do that for a group of girls.
Good times. Great times, actually. And now I'm just waiting for the obligatory fb photos....I think I got my new profile picture in there, somewhere <3 | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Kenneth visited!
Saturday was epic. In the evening we watched "In the Heights" on Broadway, then went to a bar nearby.
The bar was like a speakeasy--the entrance is at the top of a flight of stairs through unmarked, oak doors. Reservations are a must. Inside, they play old 20's and 40's jazz and it's tiny, cozy, and good for celebrity watching. Dr. Niles Crane from Frasier was there, which I wouldn't have realized if not for inadvertantly eavesdropping :0
Apparently the Obamas had been two streets down taking in a show of their own, but we must've missed the motorcade or something. VERY SAD.
Other vaca stuff included Coney Island, shopping in Soho, daily brunch (MY FAVORITE MEAL), and drinks drinks drinks (MY OTHER FAVORITE MEAL).
I like it when people visit. It reminds me why I love living here, and trust me! Reminders are often needed.
This last weekend, checked out the Bushwick Open Studios festival with my sister and Keith. It was a lovely, artsy fartsy day. I tried out my bike (which Ken fixed for me while he was here, ha) and got to the place in half the time. Strolled around, took in the sights, chatted with strangers. Sister and K bought some art.
I've been working on my portfolio/website in earnest. It needs to be done before my friend's wedding in August because I've been getting interest from the invitations I did for her. *crosses fingers* | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| I feel like I've social-networked myself into a corner. Anyone else feel like this? I can't be honest on Facebook because of co-workers and frenemies, and I can't be honest on Twitter--deleted my account, actually--because it's too immediate (every tweet felt like a cry for attention). So I've unplugged for the month. Hasn't been fun though, it's that time of the year again...spring PMS! Every April or May, like clockwork, I get really blue for no reason. It didn't help that:
someone's someone passed away
i haven't seen my best roommate/best friend in two weeks, just her dirty dishes
neuroscientist thing ended on sunday (it's okay, it was mutual)
i have zip planned for my birthday tomorrow
...none of those are reasons for feeling sorry for myself, though. Most of it's self-inflicted :P
Work had also been previously getting me down, what with the CONSTANT WARFARE between designers and buyers (our entire graphics program was DROPPED LIKE IT'S HOT). BUT. Things are looking up. God, if I didn't have VS I don't know where i'd be right now. Possibly in a ditch somewhere west of here.
So, I do graphics and menial tasks for my team, but the niche I've carved out is as an embellishments person. When I say I sit around for hours gluing shiny things to paper and sewing beads to underwear, THIS IS NO JOKE. Since I got a great reception for my Holiday embellishments, I'm tackling the stuff again for Spring/Summer.
This morning we had a concept meeting. Afterwards, I was handed a blank canvas for embellishments and told to "go to town, girl!"
Btw, Embellishments are SCARY. They're all...they're all featured and conceptual. Whatever I come up with affects the rest of the garments in subtle ways, because everything ties back to our key items. And to give you an idea of the difference between last season and this one: before, I was given beaded samples and told to source the components and copy them onto our own bras. I just happened to do a good job of sewing and interpreting layout. On the other hand, this season I'm being given a roomful of mood boards, color stories and a jaunty slap on the back.
I'm about 75% thrilled and 25% petrified. I mean, provided I don't royally fuck this up, the crap that comes out of my brain will feed into everything else in the store. This means I HAVE TO BE AMAZING.
Luckily, despite totally failing at friends, boys, and social skills (aka LIFE), I'm pretty awesome at design. Just give this one thing, okay?
On a related note, my wedding invitations (that I'm working on for a friend) are back from the printers, and they look GREAT. She's gonna FLIP A WIG when she sees them; I know I did.
Also, I've been drawing up a storm lately. Pencil and paper, kicking it old school. Feels good.
In conclusion: my art mojo back! (TAKE THAT, ACV.)
TICKER: I WENT TO MONTREAL FOR A WEEKEND. IT WAS PRETTY COOL. I WANT TO GO BACK LIKE...NEXT WEEK.
( a photo I can't stop staring dreamily at )
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| Gosh, it's been awhile since I've posted. March has been...memorable.
Houseguests: Mi's mum, Mi's German's friend, Lulu and her bf. Some days they overlapped. Chris Wild came to visit too, got some drinks with him.
Breakups: Everyone and their mother. It's the recession.
Hookups: Everyone and their mother. It's the recession.
Vacations planned: Two (Montreal and Tobago)
# Times Fired: One
In short: growing up hurts like a bitch. I'm not ready, but no one's gonna hold the door for me.
Also, can I just explain the entire ACV catastrophe in one shot? It's a long and convoluted story, but it's also been occupying a great deal of my concentration for the past several months. So if you're at all curious as to what I've been up to work-wise--Victoria's Secret notwithstanding, because they've been gloriously stable and awesome--( this would be it. )
...but so I don't end on a completely suicidal note, some shinier news. I started dating this guy (if you count three dates and more to come as "dating"). He's a neuroscientist from Texas, tall and scruffy and cute. I picked him up at a club and things actually worked out. Let's just ignore the part where I thought he was gay the whole time we were dancing. Not head over heels or anything, but hey. I could use a change of pace (the pace being that I've been single since getting out of school, no joke). | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| ...so i could stay home and work today.
seriously, it's 6pm and i haven't eaten yet. this was hardcore, put-your-head-down kind of work.
but THEY'RE DONE. THE WEDDING INVITATION MOCK-UPS ARE DONE.
a sneak preview:
*does happy dance* they're in a powerpoint and everything, I can't wait to present it!! I hope she loves it. | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
| Okay, so maybe I'm a century late to this meme but better late than never! This thing is SCARILY, SCARILY ACCURATE. BY FAR the most accurate personality quiz/typecasting thing I've ever done. Which I suppose is why I'm utterly fascinated by it and have gone kinda extremely overboard with the summaries. I've even taken the quiz to try and figure out the types of loved ones to see what it says about them o_o I swear, this is the next best thing to mind-reading.
So, according to Carl Jung, I'm the INTJ type, "The Scientist". (Who'da thunk, right?)
Bolded stuff is eerily true. Crossed out stuff, not so much. Everything else is just abnormally true :P
( More than you ever, EVER wanted to know about me )
Or, according to Keirsey, I'm a Rational "Mastermind".
( Work slant. I wasn't joking about the overboard )
Another profile, compiled by Margaret Heiss and some guy named Joe Butt (not even kidding).
( I CAN'T HELP IT. I'VE LEARNED MORE ABOUT MYSELF IN THE PAST HOUR THAN THE LAST 23 YEARS )
God, I bet you're glad to see the end of that. TMI, right?
And yet, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF MYERS-BRIGGS. Now go take the quiz and tell me what type you are so we can all have fun with psychoanalysis!! I want to know exactly who you are without having to do the grunt work myself \o/ | | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment |
| There was a big mtg this morning about layoffs
400 people are getting cut from Victoria's Secret today. They're having people cancel their mtgs, stay at their desks. If you get a Phone Call you're out.
It feels like the Office series 1, the redundancies and speculation and stress. Fun times.
I'm just sitting at my desk, beading. I think the freelancers are fine, as it's an entirely different beast, but we'll see. | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| I just randomly got asked for an interview as an assistant designer over at Kate Spade. What UNIVERSE AM I IN that people hand you interviews!? I swear, last time I checked I was still giving out free blowjobs for this kinda stuff.
On the other hand, I am never ever leaving Victoria's Secret--not until the day they fire my ass. That company has my complete and utter allegiance.
...well, until that allegiance is confronted with a salary quote that has big numbers in it ._.
Speaking of VS, we just moved out of the garment district and into our new office by Central Park. It's a BEHEMOTH of a building, way high-security and unwieldy and it takes FOREVER to get between departments. You're not allowed coffee (or HOT WATER) unless you buy it from Starbucks, and I have to transfer elevators just to get to anywhere else, with a stupid keycard to boot. Oh, and they TURN THE LIGHTS OFF at 6:30pm, wtf!?? It really, REALLY sucks as a functioning building. Set up for telemarketing maybe, but it's NOT a design studio.
The only saving grace is the view. My desk (I have a desk!!) is on the penthouse and the sunsets are stunning. Earlier today, a couple of the guys from graphics came up to see it and we just sat there, chatting as the sun went down. It felt like City of Angels. | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | so, uh | | Time: | 11:27 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/anktiredr.gif) tired |
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| went on a date tonight.
the guy i went with, he was in an elevator with dev patel (!!!) and the leading lady from slumdog millionaire once, in the miramax building. another passenger in the elevator goes "so, are you guys in a bollywood movie?" and the girl goes "It's. Not. Bollywood." and the guy i was on a date with, he goes "was there singing and dancing and a number at the end of the movie?" and the elevator opens and he dashes out.
ahahahah he's an offensive little fucker, but i had a good time. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | 4 29 | | Time: | 01:05 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankscaredr.gif) grossed out |
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| Directly in front of my room is a little tower of objects.
It starts with a folded page from Spin magazine. On top of it is a half-squashed but still-struggling cockroach. It's trapped by an upside-down plastic cup left over from our election party back in November, and balanced on top to weigh the cup down is a set of colored pencils and a textbook (The New Munsell Student Color Set).
I think this provides a startlingly comprehensive summation of daily life in Brooklyn.
My plan is this: tomorrow I'll check and see if the roach is dead. If so, I'll lift it up with the paper and throw it away.
God, the thing is HUGE. Well, medium-sized in Taiwan, but definitely a large for New York. Gross gross gross. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| i had lunch at grey dog with gabs and before we leave the host stops us and macks on me. remember that post?
a week later i left him a note with my # on it at the diner (he wasn't there). fast-forward to earlier this evening; he calls and asks "can i take you out on a sweet date?" (he's kind of weird, but let's hope endearingly so) and i said yeah, call me tomorrow
but i just remembered i have my color theory class tuesday nights, OH NOES D:
i hope i hear my phone when he calls tomorrow during work so we can reschedule.
*facedesk*
that aside, i wanted to elaborate on VT.
It was really good. Even though everyone else was snowboarding and so during the daytime I was pretty estranged--sitting alone at the ski lodge doing graphics work (I finished Gabbie's postcard and she liiiikes it!!)--there was still time to chat and party like old people.
Seriously, both Sat and Sun nights we tried so hard to party, but everyone was asleep by 9p the first night, and Sunday I was way too full to get buzzed. Who plays kings and doesn't get drunk!? *shrugs* Well, we tried.
One of the boys in the group was a real cutie, too :x Never hurts.
Fill in the rest with toilet humor, music-sharing (the cutie had GREAT taste in music), and inane giggling at G.I. Joe youtube references (I'm a compoootah!), and that about sums up VT09. That, and SKY.
GOD, THE SKY. THE SKY AND ROAD. I MISSED YOU BOTH. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| I feel like I should start a segment: "Thoughts on Race in America". I can't help it, it's a very consuming preoccupation to have!
I'm just chilling in Stratton, Vermont for the weekend. Friends are on the slopes, I've hunkered down at an internet cafe to do some graphics work and other stuff (that doesn't require $120 to partake in :( ).
It's been good. It's been great, actually. The mountaintop views are amazing, the weather's gorgeous, the bed and breakfast we're at is adorable with super nice owners who let us get away with cramming six guests in one room.
It's pretty homogenously Caucasian here, and while it's not like there's been overt prejudice--obviously, because that would be RIDICULOUS--it's like people don't know what to do with us (Four Asians, two skinny white dudes).
Walking around the ski resort, I feel like a sore thumb. A dead pixel. I dunno, something noticeably different. At the stores I get a lot of blank stares or no eye contact at all, and if/when I try and make small talk, a lot of people seriously don't get it. At one point I asked the barista, "so, you guys make a good latte here?" and got radio silence.
Dinner yesterday, at a(n offensively titled) restaurant called "the Perfect Wife" was a reeeeally weird affair. We waited forever, got stuck in a corner, didn't get the specials read to us. One beer was total shit (it smelled like rotten food) and the coffee was total shit (it was lukewarm and tasted like perspiration) and the waitresses made some really awkward jokes. I know we were being exceptionally sensitive, but when you're colored and hanging out among a huge mass of White America, you can't help but be trigger-happy. It's the only way to get anything done, anyway. And while it's not like any of this has added up to a bad time, everything's still tinged with an awkward ambiance, to say the least.
Fresh air is good and all, but I'll be glad to get back to our little slice of American microcosm back in New York City. I feel so anonymous and safe there. | | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment |
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