By The Time I Go Back I'll be Piss-poor

Dave and I just had our first baby -- she's sleek, shiny and spews music when fed with green papery food or a plastic card. We christened her with a name D likes and which, giving in to his fancy request now, will not be bestowed upon a real child later on. Nano child came to us gratis when D officially purchased our first *serious* marital asset.


Born free.
byflyer © 2006

MacJobs was gracious enough to get rid of the ipods, so, next day he can announce the new and improved music clones and continue the spending cycle. No matter at least we're not dealing with uncontrollable crying for a while instead will subject ourselves to shutting out from reality noises.

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Though it's too late to post it, I went SF again and back. Attended not one but two weddings for two consecutive days -- one was D's friend and the other was my pally pal Cindy. On both occasions I carried out the obligatory symbols of marital, for a lack of a better word, bondage -- the veil and the cord. Both times I got stabbed by my fancy shoes. A lot of life lessons and pointers to be had for those two days, which I wish there was a notepad and a pen handy; but up until this moment, Naturalizer comes to mind. And that is not without significance because if I go the same path of aisle sometime in the future, I might as well be comfortable walking all the way till the end.

About this time I should also mention that I usually need help in glamming up since I never developed the 'beautifying thyself' skill. And since my friends in San Jose told me I should at least blog their efforts I will mention it here. After all I would never survive the formal hemisphere without color! So, to Jen, Jin and Peg -- thanks for letting me survive the harsh social jungle. I got elevated from a monkey to a pretty monkey with flowers on my hair. Here's a kiss, mwah! Until the next social fitting...

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I am savoring the tailend of my two weeks notice (i.e. unemployment waves a welcome sign among the crowd), for the price of returning back to bubby hubby. I can't believe it myself -- five out of the six years I spent in my cubicle of a prison, starved and wearing a ball and chain, I'm finally a free bird. Only thing is, it wasn't true - I had a nice view, kind boss(es), decent pay and a very healthy learning environment where I can only grow up. This job kickstarted my career in the States. And the only real thing right now is that I'm going to miss it all. Goodbye LA, Angels, Metro, pollution, the star bitches and my parents...I'm going back to the heart I left behind, again.