Monthly Archives: February 2009

Fashun

February 28, 2009

I guess I haven’t been talking about “fashion” lately, so I thought it’d be good for me to steal Katy’s fashion meme and make it my own. Muahahah thanks Katy.

Name the item of clothing that has been with you the longest:
I’m looking in my closet right now and you know what? All of my clothes are all fairly old except maybe one or two things haha.  However, I’ve been buying new shoes, so I’m going to cheat and go with the pair of shoes that I’ve had the longest:

Black leather slouch boots! Though I don’t wear them as much as I use to, I’ve had these boots for roughly five years.

Other than jeans, what’s an article of clothing that you can’t live without?
I sure can’t live without a t-shirt.

What was the last item of clothing you bought?
An army camouflage printed shorts.  They’re made for boys, but it fits me.

What’s the ugliest trend of all time?
I can’t really say ’cause I’ve seen some girls wear the ugliest looking piece of shit sweater and make it look fashion forward.  And I’ve seen girls wear really nice, expensive pants or some other shit, and turn it to something cheap and tacky.  Yeah, unforgivable.

I welcome all kinds of trends, but I just think it depends on the person, their body type, and the way they carry themselves.

And the best?
Same as above.

What was your biggest fashion faux-pas?
I use to wear small fitted t-shirts that showed the lower part of my stomach. Gag me with a fork. Look at me trying to show off my new purse and faking a surprised look, I looked like such an asshole.

What colors predominate in your wardrobe?
I’ve got all sorts of colors!

What are your vintage shopping strategies?
Go to a vintage store.

What’s the most insane piece of clothing that you have ever owned?
I thought it was my leopard printed pants, but apparently, it’s my leather pants.  Every time I wear them, I get the most obnoxious stares from women, and they look at me as if I’m an insane person who likes to punch random people right before they eat.

If you could describe the majority of the clothes you own in one word, what would it be?
Well, I got A LOT of black leather, so I’d say insane-pseudo-biker-who-punches-random-people-right-before-they-eat.

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Guilty Pleasures (trying not to be so guilty about it)

February 21, 2009

1. My neighbor’s intense Mexican music
There’s this Mexican family that lives across the street from me and every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, the dad goes to his truck and bumps up some crazy ass Mexican type of music so the whole neighborhood can hear it.

I don’t know what the genre is called but the one I’m listening to it right now (yes, he’s playing it at this very moment) is fast, usually one-note, and every now and then you hear a man’s voice and it’s always either really high-pitched and piercing (weee beeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!) or really low and throaty.

I really don’t know what I’m listening to but I fucking love it.

2. Answering a shitload of questions on Yahoo! Answers
About once a month, for three whole years, I’ve been going on Yahoo Answers late at night to enlighten minds.

3. Asking a shitload of dumb questions on Yahoo! Answers
I’ll be honest here; some of my questions on there are really pathetic, though I do it anyway because their answers give me some weird sense of finality and certainty.

Believe it or not, I’m the person who Yahoo users think is suffering from paranoia because I’d ask completely unnecessary questions such as, “Does he rly like me?” and in the description I’d put shit like, “Well…we text each other a lot, and well…we talk on the phone until 4am and he buys me dinner. What do you think?”

When more than one person answers, “Yeah sounds like you guys have something going on” I can sleep at night.

I can’t help myself.

4. Eating at Denny’s or iHop with buddies until 3 or 4 A.M.
For some reasons breakfast just taste so fucking delicious during that time-not that breakfast food isn’t generally good, it’s just 10x better when you eat it around 3 in the morning.

5. Coughing up a gnarly looking loogie and analyzing it
Thanks to one of my gaming buddies, Dan, he recently mentioned something about examining a loogie after spitting it out, to which I bashfully replied, “I uh…I do that.”

I’m actually sick right now, and for the past few days, I’ve been hocking up the gnarliest looking shit-globs of shit snot and mucous you will ever see in your lifetime. And it fucking hurts too. It’s the kind of loogie where it feels like it’s slicing your throat with a vegetable peeler ever time you cough or clear your throat.

It’s so gnarly that after every spit, I’d say, “What the fuck is that?” and I’d end up studying it for a minute or two, you know, inspecting the coloration, the impressions that it leaves when I wiggle it with my finger, the layers, the depth, and the moisture of the loogie.

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School is cool.

February 14, 2009

I haven’t been blogging as often as I’d use to because I have school now (and possibly playing too much of Left 4 Dead). It’s really weird to go back to school after not going last semester. I still bump into people I know from past classes, and the first thing most of them said to me was, “You’re hair is so long, oh my gosh.”

I guess it’s time for a trim?

I have a portfolio design class and the point of the class is to build your art portfolio by coming up with designs that the professors throws at you and…that’s basically it. She assumes we already got our Adobe Photoshop/Illustrator/InDesign shit down, so she’d usually give us these wonderfully short lectures which lasts no longer than ten minutes, and then we’re all on our own. I love it.

We just sit there, designing awesome shit, and making conversation with our classmates if we wanted to. Most of my classmates are pretty awesome too, well at least the two guys I sit in between. They get my jokes. The guy on the left started playing one of my current obsessions that is Left 4 Dead, and the one on the right is currently reading World War Z. Oh yes, could this be fate unraveling right before our eyes to construct the absolute zombie-genocidest squad?

As for the assignment, we have to redesign the whole look of the animal cracker box. It sounds boring at first, but since the professor isn’t the kind of person to stifle our creativity, we can do whatever we want. Here’s what I have so far:

Suggestions are always welcome!

Another class I’m taking is Beginning Vietnamese. What’s funny about this one is that there are two different types of people that make up this class:

Asian chicks and White older men…

Asian chicks and White older men. Look, I’m not insinuating anything. Ok, well maybe I am. We all want one thing…and that is to learn the Vietnamese language. Amirite?

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Can a guy and a girl really be friends?

February 9, 2009

After receiving enlightenment on the Ladder Theory, I use to think that men and women couldn’t truly be friends unless they were somewhat attracted to each other. Actually, I still believe it’s true, with very few exceptions, but most of my friends and family members I had talked to disagreed on the subject. Most of them said I shouldn’t be so anal and that I shouldn’t assume every guy is out to get one thing. So, I decided to play by their rules when a guy had approached me last week (not really, but I did try).

I was at school, sitting on the benches while trying to call the theater arts teacher until someone tapped on my shoulder from behind and asked if he could interview me for a class project. I answered, “Sure, why not?” He then sits across from me and asks me some intrusive questions related to dating, and sure enough, each of my answers turned into a discussion.

During my “interview” I learned a few things about my interviewer. He’s like a chick, and he even admits it. He likes romantic movies. He read “The Notebook” once and cried at the end. Chick, much? I think so.

At the very end of our conversation, he jumps up and says, “Man, you’re like a dude!”

“That’s it? That’s your conclusion? That’s great…”

“Well don’t take it as an insult, I’m the chick, remember?” He looks at his cellphone then puts it back in his pocket, “Well hey, I better get going, but I really enjoyed talking to you, and thank you.”

“Yeah no problem.” I shake his hands. “Nice meeting you.”

“Actually, mind if I get your number?”

“For reference? Sure!” We both laugh. He hands me his blackberry and after punching in my number I gave it back to him.

“Just promise me you won’t have a crush on me.”

“What?”

“I have a girlfriend,” A smile crossed his lips.

“Then why are you asking for my number?!”

“Because you seem really cool, and I’d love to get to know you more as friends.”

“Ok, I don’t mind being friends, but here’s the deal, delete my number now or tell your girlfriend that you asked for my number.”

“Yeah, ok,” he nodded, “I’m really open with her.”

The following day, he called my number.  Feeling rather uncomfortable about the situation, I screened it, and then text him, “Can’t talk at the moment, what did you want?”

He replies, “Just wanted to say hi :-) ”

Phone number deleted.

Sorry, but is this still me being paranoid and all-up-in-the-ass or does that really sound shady? ‘Cause I’ll be damned if my boyfriend did that.  Maybe guys and girls can probably be just friends, but really, I think it can be easily misinterpreted as something more depending on the situation.

I ended up meeting another guy prior to that, who also wasn’t single. We had gotten along as friends that we ended up talking on the phone. I knew he only saw me as a friend, and only as a friend, because flirtation was never really implicated on both ends. The only problem now is…well…I’m the one who’s starting to develop a little crush.

Maybe the real question to this blog isn’t “Can guys and girls really be friends?” rather it should be “Can Tiff really be friends with guys?” :-/

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Ten Awesome Facts II: The Past

February 5, 2009

1. When I was little, I once drank a whole travel size bottle of mouth wash. I believe I was a little tipsy afterwards. And I believe my farts and burps smelled of minty freshness.

2. My first physical fight happened when I was six years old. My opponent, Michelle Tran, and I both wore adult sized boxing gloves. My memory of the incident is still clear as day. I remember the people who were watching and rooting for us (my older siblings and mostly our neighborhood gangbangers who made us duke it out), I remember where the punches were thrown, and unfortunately, I remember that I lost.

3. When I was four, my older sister thought it was funny to joke around by pretending to suck my brother into our vacuum. Since I thought what I had witnessed was real, it lead to my intense fear of vacuums that lasted for over ten years.

4. I had a pet African Grey Parrot named Ruby. I loved her! She would say a lot of things, even weird things, things that were never taught to her such as, “help meee!” She also liked making noises that sounded like she was coughing up a loogie (I have brothers). Ruby had a near death experience when I, accidentally, chopped her finger tip off with a nail clipper (I was cutting her nails and ended up going too far). She lost a lot of blood and her cage ended up looking like a brutal murder scene. I felt bad and her piercing bird-scream still haunts me to this day.

5. One of my earliest Internet friends was Jenalyn, whom I met on an networking website for kids called Freezone. When we were little, we both started making websites that is no different than my website today. All of the layouts were created using photoshop, and it also had an online diary, which is now called a blog. We met, literally, a decade ago, and we still keep in touch sometimes (via Myspace), and you have no idea how grateful I am for that.

6. The first zombie film I ever watched was “Night of the Living Dead” at the age of four or five, and I’ve been fascinated with zombies ever since. Prior to that, I had the proclivity to reenact the scene in Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” where the chick runs to the abandon house and frantically shoves the furniture in front of the doors and windows, but only to find that it was no good when the zombies started crashing in. That has always been my favorite part. Epic.

7. In 1997 I founded The Dolphin Club, and in 1998 I co-founded The ‘N Sync Club which had a whopping total of two committed members.

8. Five years ago. Favorite haircut:

9. Five years ago. That haircut was forever destroyed by cutting it into a nasty mullet (thought it was a good idea at the time):

10. The very first time I said “fuck” was around the age of four. I was overhearing an action movie my sister was watching that had a lot of “fucks” and “fucking” in it. Funny thing is, that paricular word caught my interest, and even though I had practically no idea what it meant, it had given me the idea to yell, “Fuck my dad and fuck you!” during the film. When my sister heard it she shrieked and asked, “What did you say?!!?” And at that very moment I knew it was a word not to disclose in front of the adults, but rather to share with my classmates.

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