Scandaliciousness

2003-09-01T00:12:00.000-05:00

Please update your bookmark to www.hanomatopoeia.com.
I have a new home on the internet, and mi casa es su casa.

It is still under construction, but I need the company.

: )

2003-08-28T23:33:00.000-05:00

Who is this person that visits my website eight times a day ? : )
Because I think I love you.

2003-08-26T22:35:00.000-05:00

This is a poor little site that nobody loves.
But magical transformations are going to happen !

2003-08-24T20:18:00.000-05:00

Googlism for Han:

han is carbon frozen
han is my best friend
han is being briefed by the senior staff of unamsil
han is also a member of his country's national assembly
han is in good hands
han is
han is the president of the new world tae kwon do alliance
han is 44th in earnings with $12

What is your Googlism?

2003-08-24T10:05:00.000-05:00

I bought myself a domain.

Yes !

You will see it very soon.

I mean,
if you want to.

2003-08-22T07:17:00.000-05:00

Hawaiian Luau today ! Details to come !!

2003-08-21T00:06:00.000-05:00

I don't know how adults do it.
It is hard being grown up.
Today I was late 12 minutes and I had to be held accountable for it.
I said "I am sorry" and then I stayed 12 minutes later that afternoon.
It felt like detention.
My brother said my supervisor Donna had mentioned to him, "Tom, you are always on time right?" and he said, "No, I am 15 minutes early." and she said "oh." and he told me she was thinking, "Must not run in the family."

I know why I was late.
I couldn't figure out what to wear to work.

That sounds superficial, but if only you knew.

And I didn't even get to play poker online in the morning.

And one more thing!
How does one work 8 hours a day killing my precious braincells by doing mundane tasks, work out for 1.5-2 hours, and not pass out after?!
I tell you, I'm young, I'm fresh, but my energy is zapped by the end of the day.
I tell you, I am dying and everyone says, "haha Han is so funny." but it's true.

School tomorrow.
X_x

2003-08-19T22:40:00.000-05:00

Today I am absolutely exhausted.
And it is only 10:30.

Getting a job is the beginning of the end.

This post is not to discourage you.

2003-08-17T01:37:00.000-05:00

I might be moving out soon.
This entirely wonderful proposition has been absorbing my time and thoughts.
My apologies for any disappointments this may have brought to you.

On Thursday I start school.
On Friday my company is holding a Hawaiian Luau (I helped them spell the word luau on the invitations. After that they called me a brainiac.)
And justified my good spelling with the fact that I go to college.

Poker4Life!

2003-08-15T00:31:00.000-05:00

I played poker tonight.
I played for 2 hours.

I made $1.25.
I imagine that if I had stayed in the game, I woulda made tens of dollars !

/dream

2003-08-12T07:15:00.000-05:00

and just like that
my stock declined again.

2003-08-09T18:26:00.000-05:00

Today's post is brought to you in light of a question that was typed in a Yahoo! search engine which was how they found my website:

"Can men wear capris?"

I have conducted a poll using AIM associates to which they have responded:

Associate 1: hell no?

Associate 2: no idea
Han: would you as a man, wear capris?
Associate 2: what are capris?
Han: those pants women wear that go mid calf
Associate 2: ohh
Associate 2: i don't think men should wear those
Han: why not?
Associate 2: cuz some guys have hairy legs
Associate 2: and it just looks weird

Associate 3: only if they're shants (combination of shorts and pants::clever), and even still, you'd be gay

So that's the verdict.
I hope more people find my blog and realize the value of this poll conducted today.

Saturdays are a main staple in my productivity.

2003-08-08T21:34:00.000-05:00

things are looking up.

2003-08-08T07:36:00.000-05:00

I see myself in a life full of bad relationships.

And boy am I excited !!

After workout I was waiting for Carrie to get in my car, and I heard this song on the radio.
And, I wished Neil was really singing to me.
They just don't make guys like they used to anymore. : )

I put the lyrics below, and I hate when people always copy and paste lyrics into their journals, but this is an unprecedented first time for me !

I need to skip work and go dancing.

Love, Han.

The Story of My Life Lyrics:Words and music by neil diamond

The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
And ends the day you leave
The story of my life begins and ends with you
The names are still the same
And the story’s still the truth

I was alone.
You found me waiting and made me your own
I was afraid
That somehow I never could be a man that you wanted of me

You’re the story of my life, and every word is true
Each chapter sings your name
Each page begins with you
It’s the story of our times and never letting go
If I die today, I wanted you to know

Stay with me here
Share with me, care with me
Stay and be near
And when it began I’d lie awake every night
Just knowing somewhere deep inside
That our affair just might write

The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
It ends the day you leave

2003-08-07T16:43:00.000-05:00

Today Katrina shared us some information:

"I think I have a kidney infection, but it doesn't hurt when I pee!"

Later,

"I think I probably had a severe bladder infection and then it spread to my kidneys...
and I can feel it on both sides!"

My supervisor Donna replies,

"Just take some ibuprofen."

2003-08-06T16:59:00.000-05:00

Today Amie told me: "Oh, you're so lucky to be able to eat candy bars," as she waddled back to her desk.

2003-08-05T07:33:00.000-05:00

Fantasy Football draft today !!

Will be here at nine with her bells and whistles on !

2003-08-04T00:55:00.000-05:00

I can't sleep.
But I can eat!
And boy did I!
Ha!

Just kidding.

: )

2003-08-02T12:25:00.000-05:00

Wait for it...

2003-08-01T06:59:00.000-05:00

(I show you that cartoon because it's 7 a.m. and it's colorful.)

Today at work, we wear jeans!
My brother says, "It's not really like we're working! Because--we're wearing jeans!!"

It is far too late to save him.

2003-07-30T20:21:00.000-05:00

*sigh*

2003-07-28T20:17:00.000-05:00

The only way I get things done is when I put structure into my life.
In this, I am setting a date for me to get things done.

Han's Return to the Internet is set at August 15, 2003.
Han's Return to School is set at August 21, 2003.

Watch for it. Watch for it.

Here's a questionnaire I really would like you to answer.
All of you.
Any of you.

1. What do you want from me?
2. What do you want to see?
3. What do you miss?
4. What is your favorite animal and why?
5. Give me some inspiration.

Where are all mah boooyz at?!

2003-07-24T07:24:00.000-05:00

I can't wait for Friday.

2003-07-20T23:48:00.000-05:00

What's going on guys?

What to tell you. What to tell you.

I saw Paula Poundstone tonight.
I went to Taste of Dallas today.
Scored some sweet loot.
Went garage sale shopping yesterday.
Scored even better loot.
One vintage Saved by the Bell board game?
YEah.
Game time at my place. BYOB. ; )

Work tomorrow.
Have I told you about work?
Have I told you how they suck?
Because I can.
I don't know where to begin.

Donna (my supervisor) will be out on vacation for a week so it will be just me and Amie,
who is the queen of all queens on finding shitty and pointless work for me to do.
I am so bitter.
I ain't hidin' it.

I need to find something cool to show you soon. : )

2003-07-19T09:17:00.000-05:00

2003-07-14T22:09:00.000-05:00

All the ladies at work have really fat asses.
And I know that each day that I go to work and sit down for at least five hours of the day, my ass is slowly widening.
And it frightens me to no end.

Tomorrow is "Cake Day" and I am hoping that there is a lot better showing than last time. I kid you not.
I am also responsible for bringing something so I am opting for Dunkin' Donut Holes, because I love them. And fat assed ladies will too!
I was thinking about baking.
But then I laughed. Because that's funny.

In Boston there was a Dunkin' Donuts on every corner, it was crazy.
Yet...
Delicious.

I started reading Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, because honestly, men might as well be from Mars. I don't understand how they rationalize things. Oh wait, they just don't! Ha! : )

I'll provide you some profound tidbits later.

2003-07-11T23:05:00.000-05:00

Hi, I made the new website for my Boston trip, so if you want to see what I've been up to for nearly a week, take a gander!
If not, still take a gander! It's not like you don't have the time since you are here anyway ; ).

2003-07-09T17:13:00.000-05:00

For those of you who still read (I LOVE YOU by the way),
SO SO SORRY for leaving you guys hanging

In between turning 21 and now, I have been partying it up Han-style, gone on vacation, become a graduate student, and more.

There will be a fabulous new website.
Partly because I promised Carrie I would.
: )

But right now, twenty-five cent hotdogs!
Laaaate!

2003-06-27T07:12:00.000-05:00

Today is my birthday.

I wonder if wearing a birthday suit is too "casual" for Fridays.

Grin!

2003-06-26T06:55:00.000-05:00

Apparently there is an annual Japanese penis festival.

2003-06-21T22:59:00.000-05:00

I have fallen in love with this piece of artwork.

Gabriel Orozco (Mexican, born 1966), My Hands Are My Heart, 1991, two cibachrome prints.
Courtesy Marian Goodman Gallery, New York

2003-06-21T20:54:00.000-05:00

Relationships can be so ordinary.
They make me feel so ordinary.

2003-06-19T19:31:00.000-05:00

I lost the ability to post pictures.
But never the power of imagination!!

Things have been not so good of late.
Personal relationships have become a sort of rollercoaster, with not so many hills going up, and just a lot more going down.
I can't say that I don't try, because I think I do.
And maybe I expect too much of people. Maybe I'm a difficult person to date.
Either way, things aren't looking too good, and maybe when I turn 21, I'll have a clean slate.

I think bad relationships have become my bad habit.
I can complain all day long about them, but I won't do anything about it. I'll say it.
I'll identify the problem. Which should be the first step.
But nothing materializes. And the habit exponentially grows and becomes unwieldy.
And then you just get used to it.

How do you break a bad habit?

I am going away on July 3rd, and it cannot be arriving any slower.
It is a long long long two weeks away.

At least tomorrow is Jeans (casual) day.
Today I got scolded for wearing nice black pants that had jean cut pockets.
Apparently those pockets classify those pants as 'jeans' and they weren't having it. Nuh uh.
Then they told me I wasn't in trouble.
But there is a dress code. Uh huh. And although the entire company does not abide by the dress code, our department sure does. 'Sho nuf!.
I nodded. Gave a laugh to the lady, who looked at me with an iron mask.
And then she told me to go back to work.

I bought a cell phone on eBay recently.
I'm anxious.

And that is all for me.

2003-06-18T07:31:00.000-05:00

Just to let you know, there was no cake to be had on cake day.
It was a total gyp!
I felt violated, robbed, and all sorts of disappointed.
I had one cookie with pink frosting and a handful of Wavy Lays.
Faaarrrr cry from cake.
Really people.
Teasing with cake is just too much.

Now I have to go to work.
It's going to be a long day.

2003-06-14T01:04:00.000-05:00

I sat and breathed in cigarettes for an hour.
People waved their grey fumes in my face and I turned my head away.

Eyes checked me as I entered the room.
I felt like a young tennis player.

I saw people dancing and having fun.
A girl had on really shiny pantyhose. She said that she was being hit on by a few guys. One guy opened his eyes widely, and said, "No!" in disbelief.
It was stupid.
I left.

I sat in my car and listened to tired tunes on the radio.
I breathed in the stale air of my car.
I made ultimatums in my head and tossed them away as I opened the car door.
Some things are just so pointless.

I have lots of beautiful things.

I have lots of beautiful bills.

I am so glad for the weekend.

2003-06-13T16:40:00.000-05:00

Monday is cake day! !!!!!

Until then,
this is Han signing off!

2003-06-13T07:25:00.000-05:00

Today is Jeans Day (a.k.a. Casual Day).
It's a big deal.
Not only can we wear *jeans* but we can also wear *capris.*
You can wear neither of the the two on regular days.

And sandals can be worn through Labor Day (but not after).

So I'm wearing jeans. And sandals.
Bitches!

Maybe today is cake day too. One can only hope.

2003-06-12T07:15:00.000-05:00

Waking up this early is killing me.
And I think my workplace is a huge germfest.
These old ladies be lickin' their fingers all over these papers.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2003-06-11T23:24:00.000-05:00

I sold 16.00 worth of things on eBay today.
I think I made a profit of 5.00.
But I'm not sure.

I had the best fresh fruit lime slush.
And the best time holding hands.
And it did get a little sweaty, but it was totally worth!

Pictures soon, mon cherie, plus. A FABULOUS new project idea. Just you wait.

2003-06-10T23:12:00.000-05:00

I have started a new job.
I now work fourty hours a week.
I am an annuities analyst assistant.
I work with girls. Or women as they prefer to be called.
And they are old and they like to talk about their kids.
Like all the time.
I don't have any kids, so I just sit and listen.
And I chuckle.
But not because I really want to, but because it is polite.
I have to wake up early and be at work at 8 a.m. each morning.
I get to leave at four.
I have a clock card that says Kronos on it.
I have an official employee card with my picture laminated on it, with me looking somewhere else besides at the camera.
The workplace has a really nice ice machine.
It's huge. And makes ice in the shape of squares.
I have my own grey cubicle.
I have my own black plastic desk-nameplate that features my name that was printed on sticker paper.
I have 600 paper clips in my desk drawer, and 20 rubber bands.
And access to all the Papermate pens I want, red or black.
I get my own phone, complete with dirty fingerprints.
I get a black computer and a black keyboard, none of which work for me, but in time will.

And my birthday is this month, so sposedly I get my cubicle decorated and people give me cheesy, impersonal gifts, and we get to eat cake and fun!

Hot dog, I am excited.

2003-06-09T02:08:00.000-05:00

I am jaded not elated.

2003-06-05T09:05:00.000-05:00

2003-06-03T12:22:00.000-05:00

Because I am broke, I have resorted to selling emo clothes on eBay.
Yes, I do feel a bit like a whore.

2003-06-02T00:15:00.000-05:00

Even though I haven't been writing, I have been out doing things!

For instance, I have been getting tan against my will.
I slather on the SPF45 and I come out shades darker.
I really don't know.

Also, I've been eating far more than my share of breakfast foods.
With Carrie even!
Proof:

She is having a cheese omelet with hash browns and toast.

I am having

Eggs (over medium), hash browns, sausage, and toast.

The toast was not a voluntary decision, for although the menu boasted of having delicious biscuits, there were to be no biscuits had by neither Carrie nor me, despite our own extreme infatuation with the flaky treat. Because as the waitress put it, "We have no biscuits, so you can have toast."

Tonight went to see a hypnotist.
(Business not pleasure).
Just kidding!
And ate a brownie sundae that was gooey and great.

Oh, I must give a shout-out (so hip so happening) to Austen's website launch that happened today.
I wish him many days lived!

Okay, over and out for today with a promise of a better tomorrow!

2003-05-25T20:16:00.000-05:00

An update perhaps?

Here's my tribute to meandering_meg, wherever she may be:

I have been living a miserably boring lifestyle of late. Everyone is busy/out of town and I have been sucked into the hopeless world of online games. I could feel like a loser, but I am totally kicking ass in these games. (And I sometimes get my ass kicked, but those details are not so important.)

I have been applying to jobs at my brother's workplace, more recently a position titled Commission Assistant, where I assist a commission accountant.
The interview was 43 minutes with a lady named something-or-other, and a guy named Rick.
They asked me questions like "What do you like most about Economics? Why did you choose it as your major?" to "What's the hardest thing you have ever done in Excel?" and after I flubbed my way through and made circumlocuted and incomprehensible answers, they told me things like "this is not a very glamorous job" and "you do a lot of work and you do not get credit for it" but "without us, there would be no company!" and I smiled and said, "Wow, that sounds great!" and we shook hands, and they gathered together all the paperwork, and I left the glass room and had a slice of greasy and lukewarm pepperoni pizza with my brother for lunch.
It was good.

I won tickets to the 106.1 KissFM party, a pre-teen targeted concert featuring a few of the singers from the Top 40 last Sunday.
I had went to the mall to pick up a ring for my mother and heard on the radio station concerning the ticket giveaway. After answering some grueling trivia questions like "Who were the featured acts for KissFM's Second Chance Prom?" and "What is UTD's mascot?" I walked off with Carrie and I's free admission to the concert.
We drove downtown to Smirnoff Music Center, where a black guy stood in front of my car on the road and urged me to park at his house because it was totally cheap and totally safe. And he said, "Just park there!" and I turned to Carrie and she had the look on her face like, "No way in hell, mister, not even if you were Pope John Paul II." and I nodded my head to him so he would just get away from my car, and his fellow parking-urgers waved me in the direction of his house and I just peeled off straight ahead and left them in my Hyundai dust.
But then I got confused on the next turn in, and I had to do a U-turn and face those people again to do a full loop, and good thing my Hyundai has a 4-valve engine, I'll tell you that, because I whipped around that median in a heartbeat.
It was sweet.
Carrie told me a story where those people tricked her sister's friend into parking there at his house and everyone who parked there found their cars towed away. Then we pulled into Smirnoff, but couldn't figure out where to park, so I just drove away from the parked police cars, and found a spot near the front and I noticed that everyone had these green sticker things on their windshields that designated that they had paid for parking.
So I whistled, and told Carrie to cover me, and I stole a parking sticker from a Ford Excursion, and swiftly stuck it on my car. Problem solved.
We dusted our hands off, patted each other on the back (in our heads), and walked towards the music center.
Swarms of prepubscent teens filled our lines of vision.
There were an absolute plethora of middriffs, fake tattoos, real (and ugly) tattoos, glitter, cleavage, ass-cheeks hanging out of tooshort shorts, drunken parents, and horny boys escorting their beloved and respective Britneys and Christinas.
Carrie and I stole seats a lot closer than I had won which were in front of the walkway and I snapped pictures of people walking by while the concert went on.
Asian girls behind us felt a certain kinship with me which allowed them to trust me to take their picture on their yellow disposable cameras. It was a good one.

Here are some of the pictures of the night:

After a concert, I don't know about you, but I like to eat, so Carrie said she could eat something and so we did. We went to the International House of Pancakes and felt so inspired by the internationality that asked the waiter what was the difference between German, French, English, Swedish pancakes and etc. And he explained it to us. And after he left, Carrie commented on his unique and strangely high-pitched voice, and then I mimicked him and we laughed to ourselves. Carrie had a belgian waffle and I had three pancakes, three eggs, and four sausages.

And that was it for the night.

Other things:

I found out that my library books were not due on 5.20.03 but on 5.12.03 which would end up costing me $47 because I ended up getting a ten dollar parking ticket while trying to pay for my library fine. Not to be racist (really!) but our school employs a good majority of Indians. And I think they hate me, and I can't for the life of me charm one, especially this one who works at the police station and handles ticket fines. I've gotten at least four tickets, and he has handled all of them. You'd think there'd be like a "Buy three, get one free!" policy, but there isn't and he doesn't look like he's ever going to start one.

Oh yeah, here's this:

He was returning to class after requesting for the air conditioning temperature to be lowered. "I have the right to learn in a properly tempered room." He did not say that, but he sure meant it!

Nothing much else.
'Cept, go Mavericks!
And, wait till you find out where I am going tomorrow!!!!

2003-05-20T00:20:00.000-05:00

I've been hopelessly sucked into online Scrabble.
Han's return date is tentative.

2003-05-12T23:59:00.000-05:00

My school website isn't working right now.
So, please disregard the empty boxes with the tiny red X box in the corner.
There really were pictures there ! But at least now, you have to use a little imagination.
Heaven forbid, I know.

Today I did a lot !!

By a lot I mean: I went to the bank which is something I do about two times a year, so it was quiiiiite the event.
I went to Drug Emporium because they were closing and looked at overpriced clearance things.
I bought sunscreen (not for me of course, because baby I don't burn. Me= already hot!!) and mints and stood in line behind a father and son purchasing a pink snowball and a chocolate cupcake. The kid asked if he could eat all the icing. His dad said maybe. The kid said he would share.

Then I went and applied at United American which is where my brother works and insisted I should work until I establish a career (if ever : ( boohoo).
I walked into Human Resources and the lady gave me a look.
And I asked really sweetly that I would like to apply for a job.
She waved her hand towards the bulletin board of job notices and told me to look to see if anything interested me.
I went over. Saw a medical auditor position requiring a HS diploma and 1-2 years of college experience or 2 years of medical insurance experience.
I saw a Legal Underwriter Assistant position requiring only a HS diploma.
I went back to her and said I was interested in those.
She gave me another look.
Walked me back to the bulletin board with a "Let's see..."
She said, "Well, with the Medical Auditor position you neeeed insurance experience."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I wasn't sure if it was required since there's an 'or' here."
"Well, even if it is not written, it is still required."
"Oh, okay."
"What other job did you want?"
"The Underwriter position."
"Oh, well for this one...you need...underwriting experience."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I know it's not listed, but it's still required."
"Okay, well is there any job that doesn't require experience?"
"Mmmm, well...there's this utility Clerk position here but it does have a low wage."
*looking at the job description unimpressed* "Yeah..."
*seeing that I have not left yet* "Well...if you really want to, you can fill out an application here and we'll keep it on file until a more suitable job for you opens up."
"Okay."

Five minutes later calling my brother:
"Man, you jerk. Why did you tell me to apply when I need experience?!"

Apparently I think the lady age discriminated against me.
My brother sorted it out though and I'm going to take some tests with Elaine tomorrow.
Yes.
I plan to knock some socks off.

Then I watched some TV. Got sleepy. Took a nap.
Wondered about things.
I think it's consorting.

Translated "The Mummy Returns" for my mother.
Got Brownie Sundaes and Hot Doughnuts with Carrie in Frisco.
Looked at trendy shops from the comfort of our car.
Giggled.
Groaned.
I raised my fists in defiance once or twice.
And went home.

He left a message and called me a sucker.
I have to disagree.
Sucker.

2003-05-12T10:41:00.000-05:00

2003-05-11T11:15:00.000-05:00

I'm officially very bored.

It's time to pull out the ever-trusty camera.

to be continued...

ohyah. you guys want to go to the taste of addison next week?
how can anyone pass up seeing the spin doctors?

2003-05-11T01:16:00.000-05:00

Okay: the last two times I went to Pappadeux's I had these delicious battered fries. Fries with a wonderful crispy crust ecompassing the entire outside. Today when we went, this waiter informed me that there were nonesuch fries at Pappadeaux and that he has been there since 1998. I took that moment to look at his nametag and notice the word Trainee written conveniently underneath his name. He assured me the fries they have were seasoned. But, he will ask back in the kitchen after he takes our order just to be sure.

He brought out platters.
The fries were not seasoned.

I think the only reason I chose to eat at Pappadeaux's was just for these fries.
You don't know how much I craved them.
So, I asked him if he was sure.
Again he reiterated that I was making up these phantom fries.

Well, half an hour later while my entire family is eating, he brings out a giant plate of the fries that I had been talking about since the minute I walked in.
He told me that they had just "made these fries special order for me," just made up the recipe on the spot.
He also said, they were not battered fries. They were breaded fries.

It was a huge plate too.
I think he found out they really had these fries and felt bad.

But man, those fries made my day.

2003-05-10T13:01:00.000-05:00

Conversation with Andrei post-graduation:

A: So how does it feel?
H: Hmm? How does what feel?
A: You know, diploma in hand and no job in sight?

feels good.

2003-05-07T15:50:00.000-05:00

"Have you tried one of these muffins yet?
My mom had four."

My brother said this and I thought it was really funny but I think my sense of humor is just becoming lame.

2003-05-04T09:39:00.000-05:00

Now that school is almost over (just one more final on Monday--whootwhoot),
I want to read some good books.
By good books I mean books that are thoughtful, classic, and stand the test of time.
You got any suggestions?

So far on my list I have chosen:

Anna Karenina (more like I haven't finished it already, grin),
Atlas Shrugged,
The Stranger,
and The Hours (because of that garage sale).

2003-05-01T16:17:00.000-05:00

I've been alone for the past hours setting pushpins into the walls.
I had inhaled the oil paint from off the old canvases.
Traced my finger over the brushstrokes
and I remembered how it felt to be earnest.

We talk but my heart is not in it.
I watch your mouth shape words.
But they fall flat in the still air.
I listened to the messages two times.
My fingers were hesitant to delete them.
But I closed my eyes and pushed.
And I opened my eyes and was fine.

I have been driving and my thoughts linger to you.
It seems its been the only destination in any direction

I need to put on a moustache and take a vacation away from myself.

2003-04-30T17:09:00.000-05:00

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

2003-04-27T09:40:00.000-05:00

Three junior high schoolers yesterday at Starbucks:

Girl_01: You know, my mom acts really nice to everyone but she really isn't. Like, she actually makes me do stuff.
Girl_02: My mom makes me do stuff too.
Girl_01: Yeah, but my mom is like a real bitch.
Girl_03: You have the nicest mom!
Girl_01: No, she's a ho-bag.
Girl_02: Maybe you're a ho-bag.

Girl_01: You ever have one of those days where you're like, you know, like, you look sooo good?
Girl_02: Uh huh.
Girl_01: Yeah, like I had one of those days like last week, I swear, I'd look in the mirror and I'd be like, "Wow, I look soo good." But like, when I was walking down the hall, and the preppie boys would start looking at me, like, I started to get so mad! Like, what is up with that?

Girl_03: People call me anorexic, but I'm really not. You've seen me eat.
Girl_01: Yeah, sometimes I call you anorexic too, but I don't mean it.

2003-04-26T11:12:00.000-05:00

Garage sale shopping this morning:

Got:

(2) Gold fancy frames to put my paintings in
(2) Gold mini-fancy frames to put mini-paintings in
(1) The Hours book (brand-new!)
(1) Return of the King book (brand new!)
(1) Circle of Friends book (for old times)
(1) Conversational German in just twenty lessons
(1) Old 2001 Watercolor Magic magazine
(1) Fisher Price doctor briefcase box
(1) Box stuffed with old Valentine cards that range from Cinderella to Veggitales

for only $3.25.

I love garage sales.

2003-04-26T10:55:00.000-05:00

Andrei, to me yesterday: "Why did you laugh when I told you I had the Space Jam soundtrack?"

2003-04-22T17:09:00.000-05:00

I lost yesterday.
I felt sorry for myself.

It's tough.

2003-04-22T01:45:00.000-05:00

The only real email I get is from a girl I don't even like.
If you even call it real, because it could be called something else.
Like.
Lame.

Just played two hours of poker with Andrei.
We were betting four dinners.
.
.
.
.
Yeah. I'm cooking for the rest of this week.
I need to start studying strategies.

I'm really boring right now.
Come back next week.

2003-04-20T15:24:00.000-05:00

Marriage Test

I was happy. My girlfriend and I were dating for over a year,
and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my
friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream!

There was only one thing bothering me, quite much indeed, and that was my
mother-in-law to be. She was a career woman, smart, but most of all
beautiful and sexy, who sometimes flirted with me, quite obviously too,
and made me feel uncomfortable.

One day, she called me and asked me to come over, to check the
invitations.
So I went. She was alone, and when I arrived, she whispered to me, that
soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she
can't overcome.
So before I get married and commit my life to her daughter, she
wants to make love to me just once....

What could I say? I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word.

So, she said, "I'll go to the bedroom, and if you are up for it, just come
and get me." I just watched her delicious behind as she went up the
stairs.

I stood there for a moment, and then turned around and went to the front
door... I opened it, and stepped out of the house. Her husband was standing
outside, and with tears in his eyes, hugged me and said, "we are very happy
and pleased, you have passed our little test. We couldn't have asked for
better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."

Lesson learned: Always keep your condoms in your car.

2003-04-20T10:13:00.000-05:00

A link for this Easter Sunday : )

Happy Easter!!

2003-04-17T19:10:00.000-05:00

Man, note to self: Wearing plain grey tank top and jean skirt and black sandals = attract weird guys.

I think I was on fire today.

I went to Fry's (ha, no pun intended), and I went to buy myself an MP3 player for my car (my mommy gave me money for it because she loves me XOXO) and there was this group of Asian boys who kept walking around the aisle in circles and making eyes at me.
And when I walked off, they made rhythmic noises with each step I made, and I turned around and found all of them looking at me.
Oh what a delight. I love rhythmic boys.

Then when I went to the Asian supermarket there was this hispanic boy packing produce in the produce section.
I was lost and I couldn't find the green onions.
Second time around I found them, and suddenly felt the presence of the hispanic boy, who was working a clear six vegetables down, suddenly next to my side, and he was muttering Spanish things under his breath in a disturbing manner. I didn't look at him.
I picked out the four best green onion bunches that I could as fastest as I could, walked the other way, and left.
When I looked back (from a safe distance, behind some instant noodle bowls) he was back at the same vegetables he was working at.

I felt mean. But meh. !!!!!!!!

My dad is helping me with my sweet art project.
I love him too!

2003-04-16T18:09:00.000-05:00

Haha, I'm skipping class.

Laaaate!

2003-04-16T10:11:00.000-05:00

These days have been real rough.
Yesterday I had my printmaking teacher look at my paintings and he was like. 'hmm'
And basically called bullshit on everything. "This stuff sucks."
And then he said he really wanted to cut out my chickens on my paintings.

AND EAT THEM!!!!

(or maybe just combine them with my other paintings.)

In any case. I just ate way too much icecream and I knew I was while I was eating it, but I couldn't pass up all the fudge swirls!
I'm going to learn how to play "You are my sunshine" on the piano and knock my teacher's socks off.
I'm also going thrifting.
I am not going to skip class.
I am not going to skip class.
I am not going to skip class.
I am not going to skip class.
I am not going to skip class.
I am not going to skip class.

2003-04-16T07:40:00.000-05:00

I am on a serious Mama (instant) noodle withdrawal.
I think that's why I have been tired.

And I recently discovered that Japanese people are utter geniuses.
Maybe not all of them, because you know, there's always a fewww *makes appropriate hand gestures*
but the geniuses are truly the ones that thought up of...

INSTANT NOODLE VENDING MACHINES!!!!%^#$%#$%#@^!

1)

2)

3)

Instant noodle vending machines are totally sweet.
And we need to work on bringing those suckahs over here, if you know what I'm saying,
shiiiit, aiight.

2003-04-15T16:20:00.000-05:00

Not much to say. I've been overworked and undersexed. Uh huh.

The Spring Arts Festival at UTD will be held next week, and I need to have my pieces done by Monday.
Of course you'll be there to see it all right? Friday. 6:30. : )
My artwork is okay. My niece has been quite an art critic.
Her response to all of my paintings are: "Hanny make ewwie....ewwww!"
She really is delightful.

I've been working on a comic book starring Andrei with his friends on the side.

That is how Andrei dances. Impressed? We always are each Thursday. It's quite a treat.

At the concert we also saw another white guy dancing.

I still think my man is better.
Although the shock effect/laughter is the same for both fellows.

2003-04-15T12:45:00.000-05:00

Four Albertson's later.
I have the ultimate icecream:

(Our Andes® Cool Mint™ will take your breath away. White mint ice cream with Andes® Mint chips and a rich fudge swirl. The famous three-layer creme de menthe candy is folded into the smoothest minty ice cream you've tasted. And as if that weren't enough, our rich fudge just adds to this peak of perfection. )

Heaven in a cardboard container? Don't mind if I do!

Also, was only half an hour late to class.
Not bad, not bad at all (pat on the back).

2003-04-15T08:46:00.000-05:00

Man. I cannot move.
I am so not going to be on time today.
Can Han make it on time two weeks in a row?

Hell no.

2003-04-12T18:19:00.000-05:00

more later.

2003-04-11T00:21:00.000-05:00

Today I was walking to the Classroom Building on campus and a bug literally flew into the bottom of my lip.
First, I quickly did a "blech" face and used the edge of my sketchbook to rub against my face to see if the bug was still there.
It was.
And then the bug was stuck to my notebook.
I did another "blech" face, shook the damn bug off my sketchbook and looked around really fast to see if anyone had witnessed the entire thing.
No witnesses.
Then I imagined all sorts of bug goo on my face.
And I headed to the bathroom.
But there was none.
But I washed my face anyway.

2003-04-10T10:05:00.000-05:00

Ripped from MSN.

Dear Coco,
I'm a 29-year old woman with a dilemma. A couple I know gave my telephone number to one of their friends — a guy. He called me, and we agreed to meet for dinner. He picked me up at my place, and we talked and laughed all evening. At the end of the night, he dropped me off at my apartment, kissed me goodnight (on the cheek), said he enjoyed meeting me and promised to call soon.

I thought the date went very well, but I still haven't heard from him. It's been nearly two weeks, and I wonder what is going through his mind. We seemed perfect for each other. Why hasn't he called?
— Waiting by the phone in San Jose

Dear Waiting,
The phrase "I'll call you" is often the male equivalent of "Have a nice day" — it basically means nothing.

2003-04-09T23:47:00.001-05:00

(In reference to Tuesday, April 8)

2003-04-09T23:47:00.000-05:00

Jasmine

2003-04-09T09:07:00.000-05:00

Forecast for the DFW Metroplex
TODAY:
Sunny and Mild by afternoon
High: 61
Wind: N 10-15 mph

TONIGHT:
Clear and Cold
Low: 39
Wind: Light

Today is the job fair.
Right now, my mom is threatening to starve my niece because getting her to eat is a difficult feat.
I don't think my niece really understands because she still doesn't eat.

2003-04-08T18:36:00.000-05:00

2003-04-08T08:10:00.000-05:00

Forecast for the DFW Metroplex
TODAY:
Cloudy to partly cloudy, windy and cool
High: 58
Wind: N 15-25 mph
WIND ADVISORIES IN EFFECT

TONIGHT:
Clear and Cold
Low: 36 Some low lying areas north of the Metroplex may experience a light freeze
Wind: N 8-15mph

I'm torn. Because my ftp site won't work unless I turn Kazaa off, but I'm finally downloading a movie at 60 kbps!

I also have to go to class on time today. Last time I came half an hour late and missed everything. A lecture and a critique.
The teacher talked to me in a very stern voice and despite all my "but, but, but, but's.."
He said, "Han, Class promptly starts at 9:30 a.m."
For some reason, maybe laziness, I thought the class start time was negotiable and arbitrary.
It is not.

Could Han be punctual today?
Can Han possibly be ready and at school at the prompt time of 9:30?
Stay tuned, for the next episode of Hanventures! (gay name. plan to rework concept.)

2003-04-07T19:20:00.000-05:00

Kel said I have been productive.
I have to agree with you, Kel.

Even my site has a new look. Oooh, yah, I did do something finally! :D

Also used my last dying batteries of my camera for these sparing snapshots.

Financial Planning:

2003-04-07T11:02:00.000-05:00

The Deep Ellum Arts Festival

I like posting adventures on this now. But if you like the old way better, maybe I'll take your opinion into consideration. :D

Carrie and I went to the Deep Ellum Arts Festival this weekend.
It featured a dog parade, art cars, and miscellaneous jewelry and art vendors.
Oh, and FUN!

We had lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe.

2003-04-06T17:45:00.000-05:00

This is a clean slate.