greediness kills!


a new year – Chinese style

I know the title doesnt make much sense, but I liked it. I know it should be a Chinese new year, or something along those lines. But it just didnt flow for me. For those that werent able to make it to this dinner because they had their own, here is what went down:

(I do have a few pix, which I'll post later.)

The pre-Chinese new year feast came and went in its glory. Dad made the food. As usual, it was excellent. We didnt eat much of the vegetables, but then again, we never do. Dad packed us some leftovers. I LOVE THAT MAN! Dinner was at 6pm, but I got there about 10 minutes late. HG got here 10 minutes later. Eric arrived by 6pm with about 6-8 bottles of wine. I dont remember the exact number. HG also had 2 bottles. As mentioned earlier, the food was delicious, and we gobbled as we always did. There was lots of talking, but for some reason, there was about 2 minutes of silence. That was very weird. There's never been any type of silence during dinner with this family, even before the kids were born. I'm sure that's normal for other people, but I felt very awkward. I made a comment that it was quiet, which ruined it.

After dinner, the men (minus Dad) stayed in the kitchen and yapped it up. A bottle of wine had been opened during dinner, but during their long conversations, another bottle or two or three were opened up. I stayed in the living room with the kids and mom. Dad was busy cleaning. We, half-heartedly, told him to go rest and that we'll clean up. I LOVE THAT MAN! Well, he cleaned up nicely, packed us some leftovers, and took out dessert. Along with his freezer-load of ice cream, there were oranges, and an awesome cheesecake from Eric's mom. (Thanks, Mrs. R.!- Don't worry, I asked also Eric to thank his mom for us. Who'da thunk it? I thought she was on the outs with this family, considering that we stole Eric from her family.) Anyway, we ate lots of ice cream, and eventually parts of the cheesecake.

Jay had his uncles playing an Avatar computer game, where you blow up your opponents pagoda. That little man is a cheater, but he's pretty decent. He kicked my butt in the game, but lost to his uncles. Let me tell you, those men are ruthless. They dont care that they're winning over a 7 year old boy. I had Jay playing Super Mario World 3 on PG's GameBoy, but he kept having me help him on levels he couldnt pass. Kay was all over the place.

After the kids were done yelling and beating everyone (yes, I said EVERYONE), it was time for them to go to bed. That was around 10:25pm. (Dinner was at 6:30pm, and devoured by 7pm-ish. This means there were lots of talking and playing. Dont worry, Oda, HG & I took loads of pix with your camera.) As Eric brought the kids upstairs to put them to bed, we were on our way out (Dad had the car warming). Of course, the rest of the men wanted to finish drinking, so I went out to turn the car off. PG & HG took it upon themselves to teach Steve a drinking game. I believe it's called "Chai Mui" (I'm not sure of the pinying, but from my 5 months of Mandarin, I think it's right). Even though he played it in English, he did learn how to say '5', '10', '15', 'open', and 'nothing' in Cantonese. He also learned 'listen up', and that PG is real good at the game (although he's unethical). It did take him a while to remember it, but mainly because they kept opening bottles and drinking. There was lots of trash talking. In the end, one whole unopened bottle and 3/4 of another bottle were left.

PG was supposed to go out, but obviously did not. I ended up driving HG, and myself and Steve, home. HG tried to moon some guy who cut us off, which led to Steve wanting to do it also. I started hitting both of them to stop. Eventually, HG put his belt back on, and Steve, begrudgingly, did the same. I took a scenic route back home because I didnt want to get on the FDR. The scenic route in the city sucks because there was traffic and potholes a'plenty. All through the highway, and until I got home, I was a total biotch and cut off anyone and everyone. Hey, I had to make up for all the time lost taking that stupid detour.

The next one we have should be even funner because HG should be graduating, and Oda should be pregnant. :-X ......I kid I kid.


ode to oda

here is the complete compilation of my ode to oda...

oda, oda, oda
you drink a lot of soda
i wonder why you married my broda
you must have been in a bad moda

oda, oda, oda
do you use a motorola?
you won't get reception in the northa pola,
today on my butt i found a mola
hope it wasn't from ebola

oda, oda, oda
don't move to north dakota
over there it's really coda
when it snows they get a loda
and there's tall grass and cows

and a new, never before seen stanza...

oda, oda, oda
please don't exploda
when you read this nota
you're the beast i knowa
but have mercy i hopa
and don't rip my head from my spine with your bare claws.

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A Poem for Dada

I left this on Dada's myspace page and felt the need to share...

dada dada dada
during a day
in the month of may,
do you sit in the suns ray
by the bay
and pray
that Hugh Jackman isn't gay?

Now I really hope Hugh Jackman isn't gay because I love him (possibly more than I love your brother), he is soooo hot, especially when he is Wolverine!

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My day off

I took a day off today. I wasnt feeling well when I woke up. In actuality, I could not drag myself out of bed. And that was where I stayed all day. The only time I got up was when I went to grab a bite (in the kitchen) and when I went to the bathroom. I couldnt leave my lappy. Hell, I went to use Steve's computer, but had my laptop on my lap!

I've posted all the entries from today. I was so bored that I went through my crap and found all Big D's creative works. And I must say that when she worked, she worked. Her multi-tasking at her former jobs helped to develop this creativity. I thank them.

I dont know why I watch the news. There's always someone dead or dying. After sneaking onto the LIRR tracks to graffiti private property, a 13 year old got run over by a train and killed. Who was to blame? The city, for not closing up holes and openings in the fences. Because, you know, they're the ones that broke the fences AND forced the kid to climb through/over to vandalize their own property. I bet someone's going to get sued, and it wont be the parents of this kid. Another example is a mother who threw her baby out but told the cops that someone stole her baby. Of course, she's an idiot because her timing was off and the cops figured out that she's a liar. But they still couldnt find her baby.

And this is how I spent my day off.

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Work, you slave,
and never stop.
Work forever,
until you pop.

Work or I'll whip you
and beat you with a club.
Work 'til your fingers are nothing,
nothing, but stubs.

Work for 65 hours a week
and nothing to show.
'Til your life passes you by
and your spirits begin to go.

Work your youth and beauty away,
30 hours a day and 8 days a week.
'Til you start to drool
and your brain begins to leak.

Stop the work and run,
run from the work.
Run as far as you can
before you go beserk.

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