Christmas Dinner @ Rosanna's

On Sunday night we headed over to Tustin for a potluck at Rosanna's. My sisters and I all had big plans of cooking fun and elaborate dishes to bring over but got distracted with after-Christmas shopping and ended up buying dishes to bring over. :(


Rosanna was a great host -- she had appetizers laid out in cute bowls along with different drinks.


The food we brought fit well with what Rosanna prepared. From the left: baked chicken wings, Chinese chicken salad, orso salad, soup, spring rolls, lobster pasta and macaroni salad.


Max gets super red and glassy off of one beer. :D


All these two ever do is drink.


Not quite sure how this picture came about...


Taking a quick break from the food.


Dessert from Amandine!


Anticipating the champagne popping.


Cheers!


Gift exchange and show & tell.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

I finally have my tree up and started holiday shopping... I can't believe I waited until the weekend before Christmas! Some details on our *real* tree...


When it finally came time to buying a Christmas tree, we couldn't think of where we saw Christmas tree lots so it actually took some time finding a decent lot with a good selection. We settled on a cute Douglas Fir that was the perfect height and width for my living room.


It took about an hour to string up the lights and put up the ornaments. I miss my half blinkie lights on the fake tree... but loving the fresh pine tree smell! I also noticed I've lost some ornaments over the years... hopefully this year everyone brings an ornament because right now the tree looks a little bare! I might buy some garlands or ribbons to spice it up a little.

(Also if you notice, we haven't quite figured out how to add the star to the top yet)


One of the first ornaments ever... the 3 Winnie the Pooh ornaments my sisters brought in 2005. (Having years on the ornaments is convenient!) It still lights up too! (Although the Tigger one is broken)


Last year Mommy gave me this ornament of the 4 of us. I still think she should have put Joanna next to me and Vina as the smallest toad on the end.


My ornament last year was this Hello Kitty one with a kimono-print dress, to commemorate my trip to Japan to visit Yona.

While in Japan (Harajuku to be exact), I picked up this Snoopy ornament:


And this is mine for this year... a New England looking lighthouse to celebrate my first UX design job for Hasbro, on my short trip to Providence, Rhode Island.



After a brisk night of running around 40-degree weather, I've gotten a good start and am starting to fill up the tree with presents. I'm finally in the Christmas mood... so excited!

Arte Cafe

Last weekend Max and I ate at Arte Cafe... talk about a flood of memories!



Walking through that center entrance at Towne Center always reminded me of those cold nights I would stand out side (by myself!) watching people walk by to the theater or huddled in groups outside of Starbucks.

It's comforting to see that some of my favorite dishes on the menu has not changed... the duck liver pate (my first time eating pate was at Arte Cafe), the kung pao calamari and short ribs... and of course my "regular" entree of spicy blackened chicken penne. In many ways Arte was my gateway drug into my epicurean indulgences. It was the first time I regularly ate away from home (mommy's cooking) and tried fusion dishes.

It was also the first time I'd ever gotten drunk. The wait staff found it entertaining to get the 17-year old hostess drunk off of her first sex on the beach. I threw up in the parking lot.

It doesn't feel like Christmas


This is the latest I've ever started Christmas... it's already December 9th and I haven't put the tree up yet. I usually put it up the weekend before Thanksgiving but this year we are getting a *real* tree so I had to wait until the Christmas tree lots started popping up.

We're supposed to go today after work to pick out a tree and get it set up. I'm pretty nervous. I've never done a real tree and I'm worried the pine needles will end up everywhere and it will completely tick off my OCD. I can't even imagine how much that tree will shed while carrying it from the street to the apartment. I think the worst part for me will be manually putting up Christmas lights. I'm already anal enough as it is with ornament placement but to have to place each and every twinkling bulb on its cable so it looks random but evenly dispersed... it will be a fun night.

December Concerts

I wrapped up this year with two more amazing concerts... can't complain. This has been an amazing winter season so far. =)

Max and I saw John Mayer On His Own at the Nokia Theater on Saturday... it was undoubtedly the best concert I've ever been to. Yes, this includes any NSYNC concert I've been to (awesome orchestra seats in an indoor theater vs. stinky stadiums) and even the last time I saw John Mayer at the Hollywood Bowl. Details on the reason why below.


A pleasant surprise -- Adele opened for Mayer and did an amazing set. Coincidentally I was introduced to Adele by Max and he was pretty excited ecstatic freaked out when he found out Adele was indeed singing live from the stage and not just background music over the lobby speakers. He literally jumped forward, grabbed my hand and rushed us to our seats.


So the concept of "John Mayer On His Own" was just that -- John Mayer played on his own with a series of guitars and a drum machine. It was almost like voyeuristically watching Mayer play alone in the studio for fun. He did a lot of talking and joke telling in between songs and played a few "see if I remember this song" games where he would start on an "early Mayer" song until he forgets the next chord then transition into another song. The set was laid back and sounded so good live.


This concert was the first time I've seen his new look... which included the newly shaved head and tattooed arms (and a vintage Paul Newman Daytona -- always loved his watch style). I think in a way it made his music "look" and sound harsher... it is definitely a different feel watching him sing "Your Body is a Wonderland" with this edgier rocker look than his earlier floppy, more "romantic" days.


At the end of the set he came out to do a standing encore which included a very broody version of "Gravity" which showed off his blues guitar skills like no other. I think everyone in the audience walked away with a new appreciation for John Mayer.

One thing I will have to note is that we sat in front of the worst group of people ever. There were two couples sitting two rows behind us that would NOT SHUT UP during the entire concert. The girls were what you'd call a "woo girl", literally wooing after every stupid comment the other girl said. "It's John Mayer! Woooo!" "Everyone get up! Wooo!" "Heehee! Wooooooo!" And the worst of it is despite their size, they were so loud that they could be heard for rows ahead of us. There were times where they were louder than the actual music. It was hell. I was frustrated. But, the concert (and company!) was so amazing that it helped balance it out and I calmed down and laughed it off. It's way too early in the relationship to show Max my true colors. Muhahaha.

On Sunday night, we went out with Vina and George to watch Meiko in Hermosa Beach. The tickets were only $10 each, to see her perform in a small bar. That's cheaper than most movies!



We were surprised to see a line when we arrived. We waited for a good 20 minutes before we were allowed into a crowded bar with no seating room left. We stood around holding our plates of sweet potato fries and crab dip, switching off holding beers while waiting for the music to start.


Katie Costello was up first. Her music was quirky and pretty enjoyable until she opened her mouth and started talking and saying extremely unintelligent things in between songs. I think her ramblings actually ruined her for us and by the time she got to her hit single, Kaleidoscope Machine (which was played in last week's episode of 90210) we were annoyed with her. Edit: I just looked her up and she is only 17 so I guess that excuses her.

The funny part though was that she was talking about how even though she wrote the song, Kaleidoscope Machine she had never seen a kaleidoscope and it was soo funny that someone left one on her piano right before her set and it fell to the floor. (Yup, told you it was that bad) So after the set she tells the crowd that Kaleidoscope Machine is being sold in the lobby so go pick up a CD. As we were waiting around for Meiko to set up, Vina turns around and asks me where the lobby is. I point it out to her and ask her why? She says, "I want to see the kaleidoscope machine." Needless to say I laughed so hard while I tried to explain to her that it was the name of her CD and not an actual... machine.


Anyways fast forward an hour and Meiko finally takes the stage. She played a full set of about 12 songs -- almost her entire CD. We were so close to the stage (an arm's distance) and with nobody standing in front of us so we had a pretty good view of the entire show. She is a very good performer to watch and entertaining between songs with her sarcastic humor. I thought her solos sounded a lot better than the songs she sang with backup instruments because those tended to drown out her voice.


My two favorite performances were Boys with Girlfriends and Real Real Sweet, both of which transitioned well together since they were written about the same topic. Actually no, I really liked her performance of Under My Bed. Something I noticed tonight is that she does a lot of... what Max calls "moaning" in all of her songs.


She invited a cellist up to the stage for one of her last songs. That mixed in with the trumpet, contrabass and her first performance with a drummer made for an interesting mix.

Not A Good Winter



Once again, by no fault of mine, my car is hurt. This time, as it was parked in front of a pump at a Shell station, a red Mustang slowly backed up into my rear bumper. I wasn't even moving!! Sigh.

Old Books, New Books

I watched Twilight over the weekend -- I have mixed feelings about both the movie and the book series. It was first introduced to me as "the next Harry Potter" which, if you think about it, completely ruined it from the start. (Thanks Vina)

The thing is, had I never read Harry Potter or set the expectation of comparing it to Harry Potter, I might have enjoyed the experience of reading and watching Twilight more. I'm not even going to get into whether Twilight is a good series or not -- I'm talking purely about how the experience of reading a new book can be completely tainted by past experiences of reading, despite whether or not the new book is a good book.

In life, every experience you go through will emotionally, mentally or physically imprint on your brain and change your perception on everything you experience from that point on. Whether it gives you a new standard to compare, allows you to experience an emotion you've never experienced or imprints a new association in your brain, your personality and your essential being changes at every moment. You are not the same person you were 5 minutes ago.

So imagine how much this applies to reading. Immersing yourself in a book and taking in its poetry, storyline, characters... every contextual item in that book will forever change your view of things when faced with it in the future. Every future book you read from that point on may be read through the eyes of this previous book. Unfair, isn't it? You can't help but unjustly apply certain prejudices and beliefs to stories that deserve a fresh read. So for example, in reading Twilight I was expecting a novel just as action-packed and detailed as Harry Potter with its cultural nomenclature around the wizarding world... but I didn't find anything cleverly written at all. I was expecting a set of whimsical characters with particularities only found in a fantasy book but instead found a group of high school students as bland as the characters on the new 90210 show.

Imagine now if I have never read Harry Potter and the most recent set of books I read was actually the Gossip Girl series. I would look at the Twilight plot, characters and details in a completely different light. I might be more appreciative of the subtle differences in character Stephenie Meyers used to distinguish the centuries-old vampires. I might appreciate the careful illustration of the lush setting that makes up Forks and the Quillote reservation. I would have seen this book in a completely different light.

It almost makes me wonder if the more important question here is whether you should pay more attention to the order of books you read rather than whether or not you read a book at all?

On the other hand, imagine yourself in the position of the author. How do you craft a unique storyline without the influence of other books you've previously read or written? Meyer's made it a point to let her readers know that she did not do any vampire research or reading as to avoid tainting her story with preconceived notions of vampires. But what about her preconceived notions of teenage love, life and loss that she may have accidentally carried over from her previous works? Nothing ever exists in a vacuum.

Anyways, I digress. Maybe we accept the fact that not every book will satiate our thirst for knowledge and amusement instead of dwelling on the time wasted on a reading bad book. Maybe we should look at how that book fits in the grander scheme of things. Reading a bad book gives us a measure to appreciate better books. A long book like the unabridged Les Miserables can give just as lasting of a satisfaction after reading it as a short book like Who Moved My Cheese? Careful depiction of character in classic Jane Austen books will help you appreciate the real-life biographies of the great women of history.

Or maybe I'm looking too much into this. Maybe there is no grander scheme of things when it comes to trying to tie together a library of experiences. Maybe each book is meant to be enjoyed and digested one at a time. We do our best to forget our past prejudices and perceptions and give each book its fighting chance. You read 10 pages and if it's entertaining, you keep going. If boredom strikes or you don't like the author's tone, then maybe you don't waste time and you toss the book and move on. That's what I did with Wicked.

A Productivity Experiment


The hypothesis: Boycotting facebook for one week will free up my time and mental concentration to be more productive in areas such as work, blogging and real-life social interactions for that week.

The null hypothesis: Quitting facebook will have no effect on my productivity.

The independent variable: Quitting facebook = {No logging into FB + deleting the FB application from my iPhone + removing all e-mail notifications}

The dependent variables: Total number of CT & aneehs blog posts. Overall sense of accomplishment and fulfillment from getting various tasks done such as work, chores and errands. Measurement of change in the amount of real-life social interactions in one week.

Significance: This experiment will only be statistically significant if I am able to complete an entire week without facebook.

Running Behind

Lately I've been feeling like I'm constantly running late or trying to catch up. It's almost like I have this endless "To-Do" list in the back of my mind that I never get around to. I'm either late for work, late for physical therapy, asking for a deadline extension on my latest set of wireframes or forgetting to pay a bill or run an errand.

The last time I felt like this was maybe about the same time a year ago -- I'm wondering if it's just the anticipated bustle of the holidays? I can't remember the last time I woke up peacefully with the freedom of taking the day anywhere it wanted to go, without the guilt of feeling unproductive at the end of the day.

I leave so many things laying around, uncompleted. It's an uneasy feeling: writing a to-do list and revisiting it two weeks later and realizing you have not checked off a single item. Is it an absence of motivation? Lack of energy? A diminishing drive of self-accomplishment? Or am I just exhausted... too fatigued to concentrate? Maybe it's just pure laziness. I've battled a case of the lazies all my life. When I was in elementary school, I remember laying lifeless on the bed forcing my mom or Yona to dress me while I was sleeping just to sleep an extra 10 minutes before school. There were a few periods in college and once in my professional life when I felt so numb and dull-brained that I was completely unable to be productive no matter how much I tried.

This time it's different. Sure it's affecting my work a little bit, but I feel like most of it is directed towards my homelife. Chores, errands, legal cases, bills, I just don't feel on top of everything like I usually am.

Maybe I need a vacation.

November Concerts

My November was filled with great music and memorable concerts. I think I may have even logged more hours in front of my computer downloading and re-tagging music in preparation for the concerts than on Facebook. And we all know how much I'm on Facebook.

The first concert I went to was the Jason Mraz concert at the Greek Theater with Kevin. I had been wanting to go to this concert since I first heard about it in September but the tickets were already sold out. When Kevin offered up a ticket I was so excited to go!

I've developed a strong liking to Jason Mraz over the course of the autumn season. A lot of it had to do with the sentimental way I was introduced to Jason Mraz's music, a couple of months before I'm Yours hit the radio waves and became the song of the summer. In addition to his laid back musicality I just fell in love with his quirky lyrics and wordplay. There is a soothing tonality to his voice that makes his lyrics linger in your mind as you go through his melodies.





The Greek Theater was an interesting venue. You have to drive through a block of (nice) houses to get to the theater and the entire seating area is outdoors, very similar to the Hollywood Bowl. I was worried about the concert because it had been raining earlier in the day. We were sprinkled a little during one of the songs but the rain subsided for most of the concert.

The next show I watched was the 2008 Hotel Cafe Tour at the Music Box (Henry Fonda Theater). I was browsing the Hotel Cafe web site the day before the concert when I saw the list of performers. I had to see Rachel Yamagata live. I convinced Max that the all-girl lineup won't be so bad and we bought tickets. It was a very casual, standing-room only show so it didn't matter that we bought tickets so late.



Rachel Yamagata has the most amazing, husky yet sultry voice. One of my favorite songs this year is "Meet me by the Water"... I was hoping that she would perform either that song or "Over and Over" but she didn't. She did sing one of her new songs, "Elephant" a capella and it was so moving and powerful the entire theater stood still for a few minutes.

I also discovered two new female artists that I absolutely love, Meiko and Lenka. The cool thing about this concert is that for certain songs, the other girls would come out and sing backup. Here are a bunch of them helping Thao Nguyen out on a song:


A couple of memorable things happened that night... We got there pretty early so we were literally 1 row away from the stage, before I got claustrophobic (drunk) and almost fainted and had to go to the back to get fresh air and lost our spot. =( And then of course the most memorable part of the night, running into Ted Mosby! Or Josh Radnor from How I Met Your Mother. He passed by us twice and has a big head.

Then on November 25th, Yona and I went to the Honda Center to watch Coldplay. I wasn't expecting such a huge production, it was a nice surprise. The stadium was pretty packed:


It was such a long wait for the concert... we arrived just as the opening act was finishing up and had to endure an hour set of a random DJ while watching a psychedelic cartoon on a screen. It was long and boring.



Yona, however, was more cheery than usual.



They started off the concert with Live in Technicolor which sounded so good live.


There were a lot of cool lighting effects including lasers and blinky things (forget what they are called). Some of the songs were performed in the dark with backlights silhouetting the band.




There was a cute song they did on the stage extension, in the middle of the floor:


And they performed The Scientist, my favorite Coldplay song, unplugged in 4 random stadium seats near the back:


By the end of the concert I realized boys in henleys and military jackets are hot. Oh, and Chris Martin looks like House.

I wonder...

So I noticed today at work that the bathroom lady replaces the toilet paper roll when it's at least half-used. (Uncomfortable story actually, she replaced my roll as I was using the toilet since they reach in and replace it from the other side of the stall)

I wonder what they do with all the less-than-half rolls?

Happy Thanksgiving!

I was walking around the neighborhood with Lulu one day and noticed this blue door.



It was just one of those things that make you stop and pause for a second to reflect how such a random sighting can offer insight to something you are experiencing in life. The reason why I stopped to do a double-take, is that at first glance it seems like the door is standing on its own, not really serving as a doorway to anything. To the casual passerby it was a random blue door.

In my mind I pictured a random door, standing alone in a desert scene. It was almost like a music video. It made me think about how people perceive doors, in the conventional sense. When you approach any building or place, your natural instinct is to head straight for the door since that is almost always the single point of entry. So what would you do when you are faced with a door and nothing else? Disregard it and just walk by? Or would you feel compelled to walk through the doorway?

Most people think of doors and doorways as points of entry or openings to other spaces. I've been feeling recently that doors are more of a "closing" mechanism, moreso in the sense that a lack of a door fosters a sense of insecurity for me. Maybe this developed over the last few months because I don't have a door to my bedroom and always go to sleep with a sense of discomfort, a figurative fear of things spilling out of my room.

What am I getting at?

ROFL

I was cleaning out my inbox today and came across a series of e-mails from Vina. I vaguely remember these as "current events" reflections I'd asked Vina to send to me as a daily homework assignment. I re-read them just now and can NOT stop laughing.

Solar Flares
One of the largest solar flares in history has erupted from the sun on Tuesday. It is said that it can hit earth midday tomorrow, Wednesday. This solar flare has been the third biggest in record. If it is headed our way, it can disrupt communications satellites and power grids. When solar flare hits earth, it can cause electrical trouble. "The eruption was positioned perfectly. It's headed straight for us like a freight train," said John Kohl, a Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics scientist, in a statement. "A major geomagnetic storm is bound to happen." It feels to me like the earth is going to end. At first, there were the gigantic flames, burning across the lands, and now a solar flare is headed our way. What more can happen? It feels like everything is happening on purpose instead of an accident.

SoCal Fires
The monsterous flames in Southern California, has already burned up 300,00 acres of land. At least 14 people had been killed, and more than 1000 houses burned downed. Three main fires have been going on, having two of the fires set up porposely. The third fire was set up by a camper, who got lost. He thought that setting up a little fire would help him be found, but instead the fire grew and spread. More than eight thousand firefigthers are trying to fight against the flames, but it didn't much effect. Several schools are being shut down, with some small airports too. I'm beginning to feel really sorry for the people over there. How tens of thousands of people had to be evacuted from their homes. Memories from the past, are all getting burned up in the houses. Before i didn't care as much, because i thought that fire can always be put out sooner or later, but this fire and been going on since Saturday, and its spreading more and more. I hope rain comes to put out the flames.

Spontaneous Sex Changes in Lower Aquatic Species
Alot of sex change is more common in lower aquatic species. Researchers have found out that most species have a sex change after the grow up to 72% of their maximum body size. Sex-changing creatures such as fish, worms, shrimp and mollusks and all of them followed the same rule when altering their gender. Half of the creatures will change from male to female and the rest will switch the other way. Regardless of which way they change, the gender-altering creatures can still successfully reproduce afterwards. I think that this is very funny, how animals can alter their sex change. It is as if they don't want to be a boy, they change themselves to becoming a girl. It is also interesting how they can be both father and mother in their life time. I wonder if they start acting like the gender too.

Solar Flare #2
The solar flare that traveled towards earth yesterday, hit Colordar today. The made a spectacular light show right before dawn. Researchers had observed the sun more, and found that another strom will erupt from the sun again. They estimated the probability of where its going to go, and its heading for earth again. The last one didnt cause too much damage, but this one might strike harder on us. It is going to go in a fast speed, and might hit us tomorrow during the afternoon, or later on during the day. The world is seriously coming to the end. With the sun sending solar flares to earth, it seems that it really wants to damage earth badly.

Can't Wait



Bought the game on Friday but haven't had a chance to play it at all! I want to block off a good 6 hours alone with it. :D

Is it any wonder?

I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
Be living in the kingdom of the good and true

And so on but now I think how I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool to thinking you were on, my side.

Is it any wonder I'm tired
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right

Sometimes
It's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand

But sometimes
I get the feeling that I'm
Stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a soundbite

Is it any wonder that I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
All these days
After all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

Nothing left beside this old cathedral
Just the sad lonely spires
How do you make it right?

Oh but you try
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
All these days
After all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

Flying Commercial

I just noticed how much in-cabin advertising there is these days on airplanes. There was a CRM acquisition campaign printed on the cocktail napkins, a large spread printed on the food trays and right now the flight attendant is reading a VO for a Bank of America credit card.

Good morning!



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Sad Day

This morning I woke up at 9am and rushed out the door with Lulu for a dog day at Runyon Canyon. As I approached the driver's side door, I saw some green stuff on the passenger seat. I stayed out until 4am the night before drinking with the Rapp girls at Kevin's party and other various spots in Venice. My co-worker Shen rode in my passenger seat while I was passed out in the back, dropped off by a designated driver. My heart sank for a second -- I thought Shen had vomited all over my front seat.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was glass on my seat.



My iPod was gone. I rushed around to the other side and found a scratched up door and a ton of glass everywhere.



Despite the annoyance and frustration that comes along with getting your car broken into, I did find it funny that the burglar left the USC beanie untouched on the dash.