So of course the first time someone wants to use my photo for a book, it's a picture of...well. Just click the picture and see if you can guess which one is me.



Australia is lovely, I am currently seeking employment, eating too much sushi, and being stared at on the train. I am happy, whole, have all my body parts, and I am not soup.

The day I arrived, a hobo with long blond hair came up to me and said, "That's a lotta condoms!" about my luggage. Then he said, "Smelly cat wee!" and wandered off. An old man then turned to me and told me that Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett were dead. He spend the next hour telling me about an old-style theatre in town, built in the 1930's, that now plays arthouse films and has a theatre cat that will come and sit on your lap. And that was where I was when I found out that Michael Jackson died.

Yesterday, a man in a long coat stared at me on the train for a long time. He followed me off the train, came right up close to me, and then bent down to whisper, in a rough, lust-filled, creepy rapist voice, "God, you're perfect." Then he walked away.

As a result I am not allowed to leave the house today. But I will anyway, seeing as how it is Market Day and everything at Prahran Market (which has fresh breads and produce!) is 1/2 off. I am going to score me some avocados, fuck yeah.

(...I suppose Australia can technically be considered a desert island, in the eyes of many - esp. family and friends.)

I am attempting to pack for Australia - Redux. Trying to fit my life into two suitcases. It's not easy.

I'm not leaving home without some literature, of course - I've been a huge nerd ever since I was little, and books have always been my best friends. Now they'll be my travel companions.

I've got some short stories by Jeanette Winterson - "the World and other places." It's appropriate. Denis Johnson's "Jesus' Son" - I feel I owe it to this book after I spilled a can of coke on it and let some mold grow. I love Chuck Palahniuk but I don't think any of his books will actually benefit me spiritually this trip. Although just writing this now makes me want to throw Fight Club and Invisible Monsters in my bag for old time's sake.

The Eloquent Short Story may be a good collection. Maybe David Sedaris' "Me Talk Pretty One Day." It was always one of my favorites.

The Complete Works of Amy Hempel is too heavy, and hardcover at that. Makes me want to cry.

I've been meaning to read Nabokov's Lolita for ages, but do I really want to bring a stranger with me all the way across the world?

So what about all of you? What are your books for a desert island? Remember, you have limited packing space. Not to mention the weight limit on luggage these days; don't want to break some poor thrower's back.


On the family front, my mother is genuinely concerned that I will be chopped up and sold as soup. (My grandmother thinks the same.) Strangely enough, I feel like my mother and I are closer now than we've ever been. But that's another story for another time.

So, the truth. And what a beautiful, deadly, horrible creature truth is. Like a four-legged thing with wings and spikes. People say we owe people the truth, that people deserve truth, and that it is a great disservice to people you care about, to not tell them the truth.

But when you tell them it hurts them, it makes them crumple in like paper and then explode out like a hot glass.

[Just spit it out!]

I went to Australia for someone.

I am returning to Australia for the same.

I got a work visa. I will be back in November.

My tickets are booked for the 24th. Of June.

And so the other night I told my parents the truth. Because I owed it to them. Because I loved them, because I was denying them an important part of my life.

My mother was is beautiful in her anger, glorious in her fury.

When I told my mother I loved her, she said not to say that because it was a lie. Told me she didn't even want to look at me. Some horrible things were said, all on her part, none on mine.

My father just told me that if I leave, I can forget about coming back.




Question: if you died tomorrow, how would you feel about your life?

Since I have returned from Australia (did I mention that I have returned from Australia? Hello, everybody. I have returned from Australia. Ta-dah!) I have noticed something of a strange trend amongst friends and family.

Everybody seems to have gotten smaller.

They haven't shrunk in the wash. Nor has being in a country full of Things That Try to Kill You made me bigger; everybody's losing weight like it's going out of style.

(BFFL Mika says that this is because I am a fat enabler. Which may not be too far from the truth. After all, I love food. MAN DO I LOVE FOOD. DOOF. FOOD. I love food like a fat kid loves cake. And I love sharing things I love with people. And making other people eat lots and lots of food makes me feel less guilty about eating lots and lots of food. )

My small mother has gotten even smaller. My partner Kodi has lost nearly ten pounds. In fact, everybody at work is obsessed with weight lately. One very large co-worker has gotten a gastric band placed and the pounds are suddenly dropping off. Just last night Marc was telling me how he put on "baby weight" and a double chin when his wife got pregnant, and only recently has he started to slough the stuff. Steve and Jay and Mike often discuss working out, losing weight, getting fit.

And then there's Chris, who is probably the troublemaker that started it all. Chris has, in the past two months, lost 30 lbs - and kept it off. A miracle of modern dietary myth. Chris, whom some of my co-workers *cough*etrinao*cough* used to call an obese chipmunk. Chris who has always insisted that he was in shape in the way that round or rotund is a shape.

Chris, who now has a flat stomach and is one skinny bitch.

On Monday my partner Joe, an avid supporter of McDonald's for lunch, turned to me and said, "I'm going to be good today. I brought mostly celery sticks."

Later on I learned that Steve had told Joe that he was getting fat ever since his girlfriend left him. Ouch.
"Yeah," Steve said. "...only I didn't say it so nicely..."

"...then Joe was like, 'yeah, I think I've gained like 10 pounds.' I said, 'Try more like twenty-five.' and then he just got really quiet and sad and I felt bad but I didn't know what to say!"

(esotericfrench thinks that this awkward and insensible exchange is the reason why men should be kept in zoos and watched but not allowed to interact with us.)

I think what's also interesting here is the male interest in weight loss. It's rare to see men actively care about their physical appearance; a man isn't made to feel he's worthless, after all, if he's overweight, or even FAT. I am fully in support of this. A man can care about his looks without losing his masculinity - and why shouldn't a man want to be fit? If I have to watch myself, godammit, then so should they. [Just ask dr_teng about his own Battle Against the Bulge]

All this, of course, makes me think about my own history with fat, my love & hate but mostly love relationship with food, what it means to be a chubby Asian chick, and how sometimes I have a problem but mostly I think I'm just normal.

I think.

You tell me.

( Confessions of a Chubby Mind... )

[edit]and what about you guys? What are your thoughts, personal experiences? I'd love to hear them.

Does anyone else think that people who don't get April Fool's Jokes just don't have a sense of humor?

When people can't spot a deliberate troll, or don't get jokes, I tend to think a little less of them.

[edit]LOL AGAIN
ppl maek me sad sumtiemz :'(

*People keep calling my phone and asking for "Richard Hitler." Just who are you, Richard Hitler? And just why are you giving out my phone number?


*Going to Australia tomorrow and I am terrible at packing!! Michichu method of packing involves throwing everything I think is pretty into a suitcase, but the kitty keeps on climbing into the suitcase and this is not helpful.


*Owlblot drama? Really? Lulz. Butthurt mods are kind of hilarious. 8D o ok


*dr_teng:
you know what sex perverts I'm not a fan of
those dumbass guys that cum on pictures and then post them online often with shots of their penis and often on image sharing sites with names that make you think they're normal images
stupid exhibitionist jerks
michichu2:
do you mean to say that you hate...getting dickrolled?

By the time I post again, I will be in another country. See you all on the flip side.


omg I am going to see the penguins and I will toooouch them


also i will be on the beach omg omg

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Tell your friends, tell your family, tell your crazy uncle Bob! Yes, the one who always smells like beer and pastrami. He's okay, for a weird guy.


In other news, I am going to Australia in a week and I cannot wait for THESE:


(yo dawg i heard you like baby wallabies so I put a baby wallaby in your baby wallaby so you can awwwww while you d'aaaaaaawww)

...or else my faith in the good of humanity is deeply shaken.


Title: "Kovacs"
Rating: R?
Pairing: Rorschach/Dr. Malcolm's daughter
Summary: Love in strange places...
Warnings: My first post (livejournal AND of fan fiction generally)..came up with the story, had to share with someone!  Is it wrong that I have a tinnyyy crush on Rorschach..come on, don't lie! so do you!!!! Can't tell Watchmen-fan friends, too embarrassed! lol..enjoy : D

Original character...check. Usage of "lol" check. Emoticon, check. (needs moar ^_^ ^_^ though.) Excessive exclamation points, check, check, checkarooni.


what.

( look upon this fic, ye mighty, and despair... )

Rapist asks for death, fears rape in prison

A Seattle man who'd admitted to raping two women at Myrtle Edwards Park was sentenced to 20 years in prison Friday.

Earlier this year, Angel Galvan-Hernandez pleaded guilty to two counts of first-degree rape in the separate August 2007 attacks at the waterfront park.

In both attacks, Galvan-Hernandez, 26, was accused of beating and choking his victims as he forced himself on them.

Speaking in King County Superior Court, Galvan-Hernandez pleaded with Judge Julie Spector to have him executed rather than send him to prison.

In a turn characterized by Spector, without humor, as "ironic," Galvan-Hernandez begged not to be sent to prison where he believes he will be raped.

"I prefer death a thousand times over being raped," said Galvan-Hernandez.

A tiny man less than 5 feet in height, Galvan-Hernandez told the court he'd been sexually assaulted numerous times as a street youth in Mexico.

"I want to pay for the act of cowardice," he added. "I admit it, but I just don't want to be raped."

According to police, Galvan-Hernandez first attacked a then-homeless woman in the park, beating her with chunks of concrete and biting her during the rape. He escaped only to attack another woman days later.

Moar.



Good.

spent the rest of the night thinking about that goddamned scene.

Thankfully the night was only two hours long.

everything looks better by the light of day.



This is the world we wanted.
All who would have seen us dead
are dead. I hear the witch’s cry
break in the moonlight through a sheet
of sugar: God rewards.
Her tongue shrivels into gas. . . .





Nights I turn to you to hold me
but you are not there.
Am I alone? Spies
hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
we are there still and it is real, real,
that black forest and the fire in earnest.

Saw Watchmen, may not get to sleep tonight. Work in an hour. No rest for the weary. Have some artistic qualms with the movie, but thought they put forth an admirable effort. Rorschach and Nite Owl were spot-on and very lovable, and I think that's what matters to me. Dr. Manhattan was perfect. Veidt and Comedian good too. oh! And also Sally Jupiter. Laurie...eh.
Further information at later time.

Overall, I'd say 6.5/10. Wish I could rate it higher. But I think my love for the source material is actually overwhelming the movie itself. Let's see how I feel upon second viewing. Feel free to ask questions/discuss in comments.



The Blaire Roche scene is still giving me shakes. Thought of little child, abused, frightened. Didn't like it. Personal reasons.

THE THEATRE CLOSEST TO MY HOUSE DOES NOT HAVE ONLINE TICKETING FOR THE MIDNIGHT PREMIERE OF WATCHMEN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


OH GOD WHY

...i guess i'll just have to go stand in line with all the other nerds in costume.


so, who all is going? MOREOVER, WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME?



[edit]: I am nervous I might not get in to see it now...>:[ but I don't want to drive to Boston I have work the next day argh!

one day late.

Yesterday I got a root canal, which I think sums up my feelings about V-Day.

BUT I wanted to show you all these Valentines my rocking little sistah n3k0biscuit drew. THEY ROCK!!!!!!! (fav and +watch her devart if you like 'em!)

stupid_drawings I think you might like these! There's a tribute to you after the cut.




Valentine - Darwin by ~manicouch on deviantART



( ♥ ♥ ♥ )

My photobucket was just deleted and I lost everything. D: D:

to do any proper camwhoring.



New hair/new phone/new computer +new webcam -photoshop/new hat/michi needs a new camera



Goodbye, old hair. It's been a wonderful two years and thou hast served me well.



( +1 )


HAPPY NEW YEAR

( LET'S SEE THE DAMAGE )

It's kind of sad that my mother said, "Oh, good, I actually WANT to take a family photo of my girls now."

I am now maintainer of watchmenfic

Go join and post your disgusting perversions! Please!



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I am so obsessed with this it is ridiculous.

Also, the other night I went to a theatre showing of Repo! The Genetic Opera. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, please refer below:



I'm going to write a proper review of it later, but overall, it was enjoyable if you like teh Ubergothness and gore and that sort of the thing, and not very enjoyable if you're a stickler for character development/proper storytelling. I'd recommend it to people, but only a certain type of people.

However, seeing as it cost 8.5 million to make and made only 174 THOUSAND...you guys should buy the DVD. Usually I cannot, in good faith, recommend something I am not 100% behind, but I met the director and he was such a sad little man. It's like giving a hobo a handout. And you get a bloody musical in return! How many hobos can say that?

Sadly, I think the reason I like it so much is because of the twisted father/daughter relationship that was borderline Elektra-complex-ish. I know, I have issues. BUT IT HAS SINGING GILES. WHO DOESN'T LOVE IT WHEN GILES SINGS????

OBSERVE:



omg plz be my father figure.

I am a melty puddle of goo. A melty puddle of goo who needs to go run errands. More on my issues at 10! Stay tuned!

[edit] p.s. how ugly was Michelle Obama's dress?



I am an adamant advocate for change. And for her to change her wardrobe.

I never understood people who cry at weddings. Why the hell would anyone cry at a lot of boring mumbo-jumbo that's just all the same as any other wedding in any other church any day of the week? So, look, you have a bride. You have a groom. You say "I do," bada-bing, bada-bang, boom! You're married! Nothing to get all teary and snotty over. Waste of waterworks, I say.


Yesterday my dear friends Adam and Jessie got married - all dressed up and glowing fit to set the Canadian forests afire.

There is a part of me still in disbelief. When Adam first told me he planned to get married, I believe my first reaction was laughter. I know Jessie is a very, very special lady because she actually wants to be with Adam for the rest of her life. Adam is an incredibly lucky guy, and pretty smart, too, to rope Jessie in and tie her down so quickly.

Seriously though, Adam and I have been through thick and thin these past several years, from happiness to awkwardness and everything in between - and I have to say, I really believe he is a truly decent, stand-up guy. He has been my savvy business partner in many ventures, and more than that, he has always been a supportive and fiercely loyal friend. He has always been there for me whenever I needed someone to talk to, and he's always been ready to threaten physical harm to people who hurt me. This is the guy who would take a bullet for you ( granted, the person has to be aiming low enough). But even way back when I thought he was some creeper, I thought he was good at heart. I have always believed that one day he would be an excellent boyfriend to some deserving girl - and now, I believe, he will be an excellent husband and partner...maybe even father, god forbid.

And while I do not know Jessie nearly as well, I believe she is one of those very rare people, someone who is truly caring, who is beautiful, inside and out - and the true beauty of it is that she often doesn't know it.

When I actually see the two of them, so happy together, when you actually see someone you care about beginning to embark on this new journey together - it's suddenly a beautiful, almost miraculous thing. That they're making this commitment to each other. That they're starting a new life together. The profundity of it escapes you, I think, until it happens to someone you care about, someone whose life has touched yours in many ways. You have a personal investment in them, an allowance for them in your heart.

What is marriage but many allowances of the heart?

What is marriage? To hold. To love. To cherish. To obey.

I feel like I'm back in fifth grade again, and we have to write the essay - "What does marriage mean to you?"

Marriage is sharing a home and all the housework that comes with it. Marriage is waking up to the same person every morning and not even caring about how godawful their morning breath is. Marriage is the best of times, the worst of times. It is a shaky uncertain future, a path that may become, at times, gruelling and difficult - but a path that you will never have to travel alone. And marriage is a lot of work - but knowing that that work is worth it.

Love is having a groom who can't take the solemnity and seriousness of the wedding ceremony and has the urge to laugh during it, and marriage is being able to have his Best (Wo)Man (aka a MICHICHU) tell him that he sucks and that she would punch him in the balls for laughing, just so that he'll cry appropriately. Love is, I realized, discovering together that he cannot frown. Love is knowing a person, really knowing a person, and loving them not in spite of - but because of it.

Yesterday, I, too, discovered something strange, something new. There was a lump in my throat and burning in my eyes. I thought I was sick, I thought it was an allergic reaction, maybe, but it was the darndest thing - suddenly, my eyes were wet and I didn't know what to do.

Love is that special something that you have, that something that teaches your cynical friend how to cry at weddings.

So here is to Jessie and Adam, both my beloved friends and a happy couple - I wish you both all the happiness that one can possibly imagine. As we tonight celebrate the beginning of a new year, I'll drink an extra glass of champagne (or two) to celebrate this, the beginning of your new life together.

I suggest that everyone do the same!



Paul Valery said it best: "Love is being stupid together."



Good luck to the both of you, godbless, godspeed, and goodnight.

Had to work again this holiday, and boy were we busy! People falling and seizures and heart failures all over the place. It's true what they say, that accidents (and bad happenings?) don't take a holiday.

But just when I thought Christmas was going to be terrible and lonely, Chris showed up with a BIG PAN OF



And it was like my own little Christmas miracle.

Not to mention when I went home I had PRESENTS!!!! with moombamel and n3k0_biscuit and then I had melted gingerbread cookie tea and we watched XENA THE WARRIOR PRINCESS and my grandma made me SUSHI, so it was many little Christmas miracles at once.

As another Christmas passes by, I just would like to extend a message of hope and good will and warm fuzzy feelings to everybody all around. Merry Christmas to all,







...and to all a good night.



These were taken with my brand new CELL PHONE! Hellz yeah, bitches. Michichu's gone wireless!! Finally, no more lugging that extension cord around!