Cleaning and Organizing calms me

I woke up from a nightmare at 8am this morning. 9am really but daylight savings ended last night so though I technically gained an hour, I, who normally sleep in on weekends until 10am or 11am, didn't gain any more sleep but in face got up at 8am.

I think it was because I had a vivid nightmare last night. I dreamt I was going to miss my flight to NYC (My boss is flying to NYC today and long ago I had planned on going with him but changed my plans a while back.) and was doing everything I could to catch it. Including climbing up the Brooklyn Bridge on a teeny tiny rope ladder, despite of my fear of heights. The interesting thing is I was in NYC already but trying to catch a flight to NYC.

I woke up needing to do something productive and wanted to distract myself from the weird dream. While I would normallyl chill on the sofa catching up on some tv shows, I decided to start cleaning and organizing which sometimes overwhelms me since I am so detailed it may take me hours just to organize one kitchen drawer. But starting the process feels good.

I needed a break and wanted to write - something else that I used to do a lot to calm myself but I haven't taken the time in years to write regularly like I used to.

Life is short and why not make the time to do the things I love and makes me happy or relaxes me.

Today is a new day. Must start these habits and routines and do my best to keep them.

obama = president!

November 4, 2008 is a historical day.

It's a new day in America.

Although I am not too surprised, it is still an amazing moment in my life time. This was only my second time voting, the first being just 4 years ago for Kerry who did not win but I realized tonight will not be my last time at the voting booth. I heard someone on TV at Rockefeller Center in my home town of NYC say, "Although the person I voted for did not win, I'm so happy to be here at this moment." The democratic system works and we all have a voice and a choice.

Obama just gave his acceptance speech. I see Rev Jessie Jackson, Oprah Winfrey, among many other American faces in the thousands. Jessie Jackson and Oprah both have the same expression - so happy and in disbelief but utterly moved and insanely elated that they look almost in pain with furrowed brows and teary eyes not quite wiped completely.

What I remember most from Obama's speech is this: "I will listen to you (American people), especially when we disagree..." I was sold already but that seals the deal. Any leader who says this will always have my respect and admiration.

The cynical worry wart in me also saw this: bullet proof glass all around the stage. I'm worried for Obama and his family. Some nut out there must be pissed that he won. Possibly a raciest. Perhaps a Republican. Maybe just a crazy loonie. I hope I'm wrong or that s/he do not succeed.

Soundbite from Sedaris - Oct 27, 2008

"NO PHOTOS PLEASE", David Sedaris

David Sedaris @ the Opera House, SF 27 Oct 2008

I wondered when I arrived at the Opera House if David Sedaris knew just how many people had come to see him read out loud. The line for Will Call was long and growing to the end of the block. The two lines to get in were not much better. I had a feeling David knew. This wasn't his first book tour and certainly not his first sold out show. I especially wondered though if he ever wondered that all these people, who obviously adore and love him, would be here, just for him - all while he was still a struggling writer - when no one else had yet called him a writer and to him, he was just a 'typist', as he thought of himself years ago. I wondered if he knew he would draw crowds on his own when he was an elf at Macy's Herald Square manning crowds who came, not for him per say, but for Santa and Santaland.

Last night was amazing. It was my first running, book signing, whatever you want to call it. And I had splurg for front row seats in the orchestra pit. We were so close to the stage I could have felt David Sedaris's spit, had he showered upon us. I haven't laughed consistently for so long at such honesty and wit in a long time. Although my husband does do a good job at it on a regular basis.

remember: don't get too close

Don't trust too much and don't ever get too close. Especially in San Francisco...

once a month, i wish i were a man...

I had the best night last night but when I woke up, I knew it would be one of 'those' days. First of all, it's a Monday. It's also going to be the last week for my boss before he takes off for a whole month on sabbatical = hectic and crazy week for us both.

I was grumpy, moody and super irritable. I knew I was especialy annoyed, by every little thing and by everyone. And it's only MONDAY!

Then at 5pm, it came. I knew I was freaking PMSing. The next couple of days will really be hell!

Kalt & Stacey's housewarming

We went to Stacey and Kalt's housewarming where half of the couples there were mixed. When I came home, I started googling: "White guys with Asian girls" and found that I am not the only one who is well aware of this wide spread phenomenon here in the Bay Area.

I was chatting with someone at work when I first started in the beginning of the year. She saw a photo of me and Hak on my wall and asked, 'Is this your husband?' When I replied yes, she commented that I had married traditional. I thought, 'WTF?' What is that supposed to mean really? Obviously at that point, I suspected she married someone other than her own asian heritage and I was right.

Which reminded me of a conversation I had with the HR director from my last job. She was a nut job and turned out to be a royal evil bitch. She asked what nationality my boyfriend (at the time) was. I said asian. And she said, 'Really? I'm surprised. I thought you'd be with a white guy. You seem the type to be with a white guy. Again, WTF is that supposed to mean? Needless to say, she is a flip and her husband is white.

I've always been one to say that you cannot control your heart or who you fall in love with. I also believe that you fall in love with the person's soul and not the color of his/her skin. I've dated other of my own asian race but find myself annoyed at people who only date one particular race or seeks out only one particular race other than their own. I know I shouldn't care and it really isn't any of my business but yeah, it bugs me more than it should.

During my google search, I came upon this site:
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/01/20/11-asian-girls/

And there was this comment thread which depressed the hell out of me:

somethingelse on July 26, 2008 at 3:44 pm
asian girls do look like they are 20 … but only until they are 45… then they look 72 the next day. strange phenomenon.
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Not a white girl on July 27, 2008 at 12:23 pm
that’s true… somethingelse. asian women don’t crack til about 45, then all the sudden go downhill. i’ve seen it in my aunts, and other asian women. wierd….
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The thing is, I think this is really true! I see the slightest signs of aging as I leave my 30's. It's as if I've looked younger than my years for the longest time and all of a sudden, I am begining to finally look my age. (Although people at work still think I am years younger than I am.)

I will feel forever young and I don't think I will ever lose the childest enthusium that I have, but slowly I'll need to get used to looking old(er)!