My Tribute to the King of Pop

I really admired Michael Jackson. He inspired me to dance, which gave me a physical, creative outlet. So much so that I even participated in some dancing extracurricular activities in high school (dear god, please let no one have any evidence of that).

He was so prominent in my years growing up, here are some vivid memories that flashed through my mind when I heard of his passing...

• watching Moonwalker when I was 10, over and over, imitating the moves in my tiny Chinatown studio apartment
• singing Man in the Mirror in my cousins' living room, where part of one wall was all mirrors
• debating how great Scream will be before it premiered in high school biology lab
• trying to learn the choreography to Remember the Time, but not having a partner to do the 'couple moves'

Ah... good times. And not surprisingly, none of these memories are recent; cause even though I think his passing is tragic, the real Michael that I admired and aspired to be had long gone.

Sha'mon!

Yay! My Birthday!

Yay! I had a great time!

Thanks to all those who made it out!

Now That I Think About It...

I really do hate house- and dog-sitting. More specifically, I hate the sacrifices I'm making.

With the dog walking/cleaning/feeding morning and night, I've given up much of my usual habits and hobbies.

For the past three weeks, I haven't had time to go window shopping after work; I've declined dinner and movie plans; I've left happy hours early.

Instead of doing all that, I'm picking up dog poo. But what bothered me the most was that I couldn't volunteer for the AIDS walk this year (after 6+ years).

From that, I've just realized that I love my freedom. Freedom from taking care of someone (or something) else; especially as regimented as a taking care of a dog. Being in a house so far from the city (and my entire wardrobe) just exacerbates the situation.

On the bright side, I've only two weeks left of this responsibility. Which leads into my birthday month. And it's Fleet Week.

Thoughts House-Sitting

Being here, in the middle of the suburbs house- and dog-sitting, there's a lot of time for me to reflect inward - there's not much to do when boiling water for ramen noodles. I've come to a few conclusions:

1. I really like being near the city
2. I'm glad I don't own a dog
3. there's nothing good on cable
4. hot dogs go well with ramen noodles

But most important of all, I've learned how dependable, and flexible, I can be: waking up at 7:30 in the morning to walk the dog, and leaving work and sacrificing weekends to do the same at night.

What's more surprising is that I'm not upset about having to do these 'chores'. Does this mean I'm grown up now? Hm.

With all this retrospecting, I'm more appreciative of the time I spend with my friends and, especially, my Boopy. Just look at how excited I am before we head to Adele's concert!

I hope I keep this optimism by the end of the month.

Oh Glorious!

Have you heard of J&D's Baconnaise? It's a bacon-flavored spread! And did you know you can actually order on Amazon.com? I just put in an order; I'm so excited!

I wonder what the chances are that it will actually taste like bacon and not bacon-like.

Yay for Iowa and Vermont!

Vermont legislates gay marriage! Iowa courts decide against discrimination! Yay!

On the topic of 'gay marriage', I still think that all legal (state/federal) documents should change the word 'marriage' to 'civil union'.

But if the "religious people" want to keep their "religious word" (which naturally draws in peoples' religious beliefs), then I support Vermont's change - hopefully everyone will see it's a legal (and civil rights) issue, not a religious one.

Fat chance, eh?

In the meantime, read this hilarious story about a woman who calls 911 over the lack of shrimp in her fried rice!

Hm.. shrimp, Leviticus, gays, and we've come full circle. Good night everyone!