Woe to those who have thought I gave up on my photo diary! I was just....prepping you for the third! Hardy har har! I've just been soooooo busy, its been difficult to find time and sit down to write it, but alas, Sunday night sounded like a good time to give it a go!

PS - SOTers who have backstage photos... can I grab a few off of you? I couldn't carry my camera around with me ALL the time. :)

PPS - I TRIED so hard to do these in chronological order.... but... I think I failed. :) Effort that counts, yah?

This is DonDon and his angry eyebrows. I caught him outside of tech rehearsal doing architecture homework. I guess this is what happens when people do too much homework - they paint all over their faces and give angry looks. Poor DonDon couldn't scratch his nose and it was itchy. (Haha!) Persnapes its a good thing we are partners in Swerve's "Alley" and "City" because my happy eyebrows negate his angry ones so its a good balance.

Frosting-less poptarts are a phenomenon. The first time I had these, I thought I had purchased a defect product and was seriously considering sitting down and writing an abrasive (yet diplomatic) letter requesting better quality control....Then I read the box, and was like 'oh.' Sometimes, it feels like my life is just one giant blond moment. Side note: this was taken at DDB. Notice my ridiculously long to-do list.

So I walk into the WDC frontdesk area to put my stuff away so I could teach... and lo and behold... this is what I found. This is BryBry. (We enjoy exchanging inapproprate looks at one another across dinner tables. Haha!)  It was the cutest thing in the world because he was nothing but a pile of blankets. All I saw was magenta hair and shoes! He was sleeping in the studio after a 5am audition. Now that is true artistry.

Mike, Sammi, DonDon and BryBry....during tech reherasal. This piece was so amazingly fierce. I just had to grab a photo of them in their costumes. No smartass comment from me this time.... just pure love and respect. :)

Come take my class at Westlake! :) I had to grab a picture of this to commemorate the occasion (I'm such a nerd!) I will be attending an out-of-town thing for DDB this coming up Saturday and Shibby will be subbing for me (she also gives excellent hiphop classes! come take!) After that though, I will taking over this class regularily. I can only hope that I will do its previous instructors justice. (No pressure!) Sidenote: its strange to think that at one point in time, this was one of the classes that I took in my training X amount of years ago.

This is what I look like right when I wake up from a nap in my parentrs room. Photo credit goes to my sister. That there, is the love of my life... Star, my cat. After a tough day, it always feels nice to have her by me. :)

Kudos and thank you to Isaac who did my hair for me for the show this weekend! He only managed to make me cry three times when he was pulling and tugging at my scalp.  Just kidding! :) Props to him for being so sensitive with my tender head. (And thnk you to Sammi too for doing my makeup.)

DonDon, Apreezy, myself and Dennis. WERD to the OLOG dancers! :D I really enjoyed performing this piece because it was so happy! It was a happy hip-hop piece. Did I cheese it? Probably. I had to learn how to lock (or pop? not sure... I'm so bad at these terms...) for this... but those hours in reherasal were sure worth it cuz the feeling you get onstage is just indescribable. My favorite quote from April: "Will I even show up in the picture?" :)

Myself, Teddy Bear, and Tina! I bumped into them during intermission and its always a pleasure to see Justin (I went to high school with him!) and Tina. Need an explanation? Justin requested a pimp picture.

This is Kei. Kei hates me with all the hateful passion in the world. He takes extra time out of his day to be mean to me. He spends his free time trying to think of ways to take a stab at me. When he's bored, he'll leave mean comments on my MySpace page. He never gives me kudos in my blog ("No kudos for you!") and makes fun of my height. Last night, he called me fat. But yet, even through all of that, he came to check out Sign of the Times and is always there when I need him to dissect relationship ish. (We both agree that women are evil creatures.)  Even though I donate my fair share of sass to Kei-dude, I love him lots. :) 

This is Mizuki! Funny story! Mizuki and I worked together at Godiva back in 2003. We had a lot of fun together, but after I quit, we kind of lost touch. Can you imagine my absolute shock when I saw her at SOT? Small world - she knows Kei from work! It was so nice to see cute, adorable Mizuki again! :)

Shibby is so fucking badass. She took a (maybe a little more than) one and a half's shot worth of maple syrup and tabasco sauce... and chased it with milk.... all for $5. That's my girl. :)

I'm such a wimp. After the second SOT show, I went out to dinner with some friends and didn't get home 'till around 1:30. (1:30? The night is young!) I came home to find my cousin lounging in my room and we sat down on the floor for a nice chat. I was so tired that while he was taking I dozed off against the wall (I know, RUDE!) I really couldn't help it! I guess the photo credit goes to him. I woke up from the flash.

After having cornrows in my hair for three days, I was sure that I was going to have some issues getting it straightened out in time for work. This is what it looked like when I took them out. (gross, huh?) My sister said it looked like Two-Face from Batman cuz the red on the other side of my hair is covered by my black layers. I ahd three days' and two shows' worth of hair jam, jelly, sumo tech, and hairspray there. It looks crunchy, huh? Yeah, it was really gross.

Thank you and come again! :)

Touche!

Aha! Ever since I announced the implementation of a new photo diary for myself, many of you have doubted whether or not I had the time (or attention span) to maintain it. Well... in the words of our own Proffesor Berger, (famous for his exciting Law class), you guys can "stick it in your ear" cuz here is my second post.

WE WISH WE KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU!!!! Forgive me and BryBry for being gross and sweaty---this was taken in the middle of reherasal. I saw Brokeback Mountain last week, and let me tell you.... its definately a movie worth seeing. I cried! Go see it!

This is Garrett. He is holding a plate of six creme puffs from Thanh Brothers. They have the BEST creme puffs (and pho too!)... and I ate five of them (in addition to pho dinner!)... against my will! Pho with Tony and Garrett was a reality check as to how many creme puffs my stomach can really hold. This goes up next to my three consecutive Big Macs in one sitting and 3/4 of a medium pizza stats.

(photo credit: Tony Yan) I don't particularily remember this part... I forgot if I was just feeling sick after the 4th creme puff or...avoiding the camera. Damn you Tony and Garrett....I'm only 5'2''.

I only have room for two men in my life. I love my little furry boyfriend, Leo, and my gay lover, Brybry! I believe we were.... sitting around waiting for rehearsal? Not sure...don't remember. I have shitty memory.

Why am I sad, you ask? I've left my hair to Sam Hansen (who's "ass is on a hinge"), that's why! Actually, the girl is a freaking genius. (Thank you, Sammi!)

Pucker up, bitches. Prepping my layers for the bleach (which burns! Ouch!) My concern was that my hair was going to be too outrageous and my internship was going to fire me. After a bit, I think I just stopped caring. Why, you ask? Because I don't get my own office (and where the fuck is my complimentary morning fruit juice?), that's why.

Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like us? Waiting for our bleach to set in! Pebbles from the Flintstones also came by and gave me a hair tip. It's hot shit, isn't it? The ponytail on TOP of the head-look. Bry's FOB look is also very endearing.

PULSE RED was the name of the color I chose. That's like....REALLY REALLY red and I was for sure positive that my internship would shake their heads at my hair. Props to Sammi for also getting it all over my face. Evasive action taken by myself to prevent the dye from setting in so i didn't have a pulse red face by the end of the night. :)

"Hey Mindy, take a picture like America's Next Top Model with the hair dryer going!" That, my friends, is my America's Next Top Model photo. It will grace the covers of Elle, Cosmo, Redbook, etc in the next edition. Haha!

Finished product - It's every shade of red in between dark red and "pulse red"/magenta.

LUCKY BRYBRY!! (I'm a stingy kisser!) At the end of the night, Genius Sam managed to work her magic on both our heads! Bry went home with a very hot-looking blue and fuchsia feux-hawk while I walked away with.... red and magenta (and every shade in between) layers and streaks. THANK YOU SO MUCH SAMMI!

So really, that's all I did this week... aside from rehearsing a jillion hours and going to my internship, I had pho with Tony and Garrett and dyed my hair (I'm sure I'm going to get fired on Tuesday for this!)

Picture blog! :)

I've been through a couple of these digital camera things - dropping them, losing them, etc etc etc.... (It is a pattern that if my fingers touch something electronic (especially office equipment), it falls apart.)

So I bought a new digital camera (I swear im going to take good care of this one!) and I never used it. I've finally been putting it to use lately... and I'm going to start a picture diary. I'm always thinking I wish I took more pictures!! whenever I think about a specific event or memory. So...I'm putting my little point and shooter to use and I've grabbed a couple fun snapshots. :D

This is Nani (because she always tilts her head like 'nani' (which is what in Japanese) - Sophie's dog. She's 15 years old and has no teeth so her tongue sticks out! She begs for food and has the energy of 3,000 lbs of dynamite.

This is a FIREBOAT. (Am I right? Is that what it's called?) This cute little thing was tied near Pier 54 and I'd never seen one before (21 years in Seattle!) I want one for my birthday!

Seriously! Those seagulls are freaking vicious! (That there is my friend, Andrew. I am under the impression that he has the alcohol tolerance of a 300lb Irish man, but that is besides the point.) I was a bit curious about "The Seagull Society of Seattle" so I googled it, but nothing came up.  Does anyone, per chance, know anything about "The Seagull Society of Seattle"?  Do they have weekly meetings and a secret handshake? Yeah I took Market Research in college.... but I fudged my way through it... so a wink and a smile will go to whomever can dig up proper research on this interesting little society about these terrifying birds.

Picture Credit: Tara Hammell. This is what I do at work: not work. My apathetic attitude for anysort of responsibility manifests in my office escapades (attempting to sleep... not on my desk.... but the RECEPTION desk) but also in my blatant disregard for the dress code: comfy jeans, cruddy dance sneaks, scarf... and a shirt that claims I'm "....the best fcuk ever." (Gotta love FCUK)

There are some people who can wear their Roos, NIKES, ADIDAS, Roxys, etc to dance class and absolutely not ruin them. Talented little shits they are because I could never seem to do that. I've ruined countless pairs of shoes () before I realized that I should just wear shoes that I don't care about. So while closing up Westlake last week, BryBry and I noticed how red our shoes were.... the infamous Westlake red (cuz the hiphop studio has a red floor!), that has claimed many a beautiful white shoe. (Often the implication of a well-executed drag-turn.) Word of advice for WDC newbs - never wear white, or white soled shoes. (Sidenote: I've also killed a couple of nice pairs of jeans and jackets too from floor work, or sliding on the ground....and yes I double-knot my sneaks when I dance.. I don't want them to fly off if I'm kicking or whatshit.)

Strange how I have consecutive foot pictures...considering how much I hate my feet! Anyway.... this is what happens when I do my own laundry. I didn't realize they were mismatched until Tony pointed out that he enjoyed my pink socks. Too bad I told him my socks weren't pink. Turns out he was looking at my left foot, while I was looking at my right foot. I hate laundry. I remember when I was in Taiwan, I hated doing laundry so much cuz it'd always ruin my clothes so I'd ride the MRT to my aunt's place to do it and she'd dote on me so much that she'd do it for me while she forced my uncle to make me eat. I still hate laundry.

This is Tony being domestic. Since I'm the least most domestic Taiwanese girl....EVER.... he took over. (Or maybe because I was lazy.) Friday night was spent making pasta (white cheese with chicken, always) and watching Harry Potter (which I dutily fell asleep in.) Tony also has no idea how to read directions.....dumbass.

Picture credit: My 5'7'' sister (not bitter.) This is what I look like when I'm sick and I've slept about a total of ten hours in three days. Notice the blank(er than usual) expression. I want hot soup, a grilled cheese sandwhich and my motherfucking teddy bear.

I enjoy pictures!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Happy new year, everyone!! I hope your 2005 was as wonderful as you wanted it to be and I hope your 2006 is your best year ever!

Here's my 2005 Review:

Career - 2005 was the year where my career grew the most. Instead of sitting in classrooms "learning"(sleeping) or "reading" (dozing) or "listening" (daydreaming),  I actually went out into the field to apply was I had "learned" (haha!). Conclusion: nothing in school really helps you in the 'real world.' I managed to complete two internships - one with the American Diabetes Assoc., and the second with (the infamous) Publicis Dialog. I was also just accepted as DDB's brand new advertising intern (throwing back celabratory shots). Needless to say, I'm very happy with how things are going down my career path. :) My only calamity: do I love advertising or PR more?

Dance - By far, the most difficult struggle for me this year. I should have 'audition rejectee' next to one of my occupations as I believe I was rejected from every single audition I attended... except for two. (TWO!) However, dance is a growing experience. I stepped out of my box the most this year, trying styles and classes that I would have never considered trying - I became mentally and emotionally stronger and probably more logical. I started teaching more. Though I struggled the most, was rejected the most, and was frusterated the most, I also GREW the most this year. I can hardly wait to see what 2006's training brings me. :)

School - Fuck school, I'm almost done.

Resolutions

Though I think New Years is just another excuse for the weak to get shitfaced and to make 'resolutions' (one should not need a 'new year' to try to improve oneself), I've given in and decided to make my own.

1. The 8 pm Diet - no eating after 8pm. I did this a few months ago and it worked really well until I started to come home late and I'd start munching. My goal is to lose 7 lbs so I can get my tattoo. Since I'm too lazy to get my ass to the gym, and I don't have enough self discipline to eat less, I'm enforcing this 8pm diet. Since I eat so much at night, this would be wise. :)

2. Versitility - Be a more versatile dancer by trying more different styles of hip-hop, and getting back into technical training!

Thanks!

Yo thanks everyone for your wonderful gifts this year! Good haul! :) I had a lot of fun shopping and wrapping and giving your gifts as well! Smiles are always nice to see.

"One door closed is another one opened." -Anonymous

Normally, I get incredably restless during winterbreak, often becoming bored with only a few days of nothing to do.

This year, its different.

It's Wednesday... I only have a few more days of nothingness until I return to life. It's difficult for me to think that DDB will be my last internship. I have the privaledge of working on their McDonalds account (and we all know who that is!) and you can check 'em out here: http://www.sea.ddb.com.

In my last entry I mentioned how much I loved Publicis and I still do and boy do I miss them! I miss my office with my mustard yellow walls (strategically covered with cranberry, kiwi and soybean collateral, my ventures into other parts of the building to find myself completely lost, my free fruit juice in the morning, the view of elliot bay... and... the friday kegs. (Woe to the intern that got so drunk he peed off the balcony.) I've already bought the thank-you cards for everyone that I worked with, but I can't seem to bring myself to write them because I feel like they would close the door on such a wonderful agency.

Though the doors and opportunities of DDB are open to me, its hard to leave such a large part of my heart behind. I feel like I'm breaking up with someone (...though I don't write thank-you cards to ex-boyfriends =D.)  Is that weird? Am I the making of a future (nasty) workaholic if I can't even leave my internship without feeling lost and aimless?

SEATTLE - "...moderate rain, tapering off into showers ..."

Yeah, check out that forecast! Is it just me, or do Seattle drivers have no idea how to drive once the rain kicks in, eh?

Education is overrated - scholastic institution rant

YAY for friends home for the holidays! I've been having lunch/dinner/sometimes breakfast with people home for winterbreak from Where-ever In College-Land and its so strange to think about how much everyones changed from when we were young, snotty little kids.

What we cared about in high school seems so trivial and impertinent. All the clubs and activities  I did in high school...didn't matter in college and I keep telling my sister but her nerd of an ass won't listen! I tell her that doing 18 jillion clubs, internships, sports, volunteer activities, etc... won't help her in the long run. Seriously, none of my current jobs require me to swim the 100 backstroke in my interviews... or talk about my experience in honor society or whatever shit I did. I was the a yearbook editor and the design editor for Imprints... and not once was it ever brought up in any of my interviews. I was a student council rep, vice president of a club that i don't remember and one hell of a volunteer... and none of it was brought up in college... or any of my job interviews. In fact, I know people who didn't do anything in high school who did get into many good schools.

Conclusion: don't do more than you need to in order to get by.

In college, the same theory applies. Does my GPA really matter? In my freshmen year of college, I recieved a (well-deserved) 0.9 in my math class. I took my anthropolgy midterm still drunk from the Halloween party, the night before. I failed a media comm class (and considering I'm a communications major, thats not a good sign). I dropped a Astronomy 101 class because I wrote "It's 3:30am and I'm too tired to care about stars" as an answer to a homework question and was on the fast track to seriously failing that class. I stumbled through accounting and barely passed though it really was all putting things into categories while doing simple math. I skipped my classes to go "recreational shopping."

And lookie here, I'm not a complete loser - I'm having the opportunity to do exactly what I want with my marketing and communications degree, and my GPA (though it is good now since I cleaned up and landed myself on the Dean's List) was never...ever mentioned in any of my interviews.

The only extracurricular activity that was mentioned in my interviews was the fact that I lead a dance team, and I was never questioned on how the experience has benefited me, but instead, to confirm that I was a "hippity-hop" dancer and if I could show them.

No. I don't want to show them. I'm there to learn about advertising, not dance. :)

I'm sick

Does anyone want to bring me soup cuz my throat is killer and I have no voice?

Season's Greetings!

Happy Holidays from SWERVE!!