i've eaten a salad for lunch everyday this week. i'm trying to eat healthier to compensate for my gross lack of exercise this winter. i wouldn't mind shedding a few pounds either. in addition, i've implemented a fairly regular "regiment" of sit-ups and push-ups to keep my muscles from atrophying. too bad i can only do about 50 and 20 before i get tired.

oh, how the mighty have fallen...
hahah.

public service announcement:

asian people-- okay... maybe it's just the guys-- asian guys!... please please please... stop auditioning on american idol.

thank you.

(p.s. i'm not racist. i'm just a little emotional right now.)

i've been falling asleep pretty late these days.
a couple of weeks ago, i was channel surfing in bed and the late night version of oprah was on. the show was all about life-changing (in a good way) moments... 80-million-dollar lottery winner... a woman who was "discovered" as an audience member of the show, got a high-profile job and then married a billionaire... a divorcee that decided to make a living taking pictures of her dog and the success that ensued... people were crying and laughing and hugging...

i found myself getting wrapped up in that get-rich-quick notion. sometimes i wish for it... sometimes i even think i deserve it. i can't tell if that's arrogance, laziness or both.

when it comes to affection, i'm the opposite of desensitized. i don't want to say i'm sensitive because that has a completely different connotation. is sensitism a word?

i get various degrees of uncomfortable when people touch me-- i'm talking about little things like people pinching my cheeks or linking their arm around mine. i'm also bad at giving compliments... i have to think hard about what to say, to avoid being cliched/cheezy... phrases like, "this means alot to me" and "you're so sweet/cute/awesome/etc" don't roll off my tongue.

and when i sing the words "i can't stop falling in love with you... i'll never stop falling in love with you", it really moves me.

Better Than Life
by Marty Sampson

Better than the riches of this world
Better than the sound of my friends' voices
Better than the biggest dreams of my heart
And that's just the start...

Better than getting what I say I need
Better than living the life that I want to
Better than the love that anyone could give
Your Love is...

You hold me now in Your arms and never let me go
You oh Lord make the sun shine
And the moon light in the night sky
You give me breath and all your love
I give my heart to you because...

I can't stop falling in love with you
I'll never stop falling in love with you

i need to clean.
clean my office... there's a rumor that one of our artists (not one of the young bubblegum, hot-on-the-charts pop stars-- but one of the older, reissue-the-greatest-hits folks) might stop by the office. and since i have the only lightbox on our floor, they may need to come in to look at some artwork.

clean my room... i'm having a hard time taming the papers and sweaters that are dripping off my desk and dresser. no one ever visits me at home anyways... so it's not as priority, i suppose.

i'm not a big fan of the real world... or of mtv in general...
but, man, that jamie girl is cute.
she's the korean american chica on the cast of the real world san diego.

she looks better on the show... fo shizzle.

according to this website the following is a list of the most stressful US cities to live in:

1. Tacoma, WA
2. Miami, FL
3. New Orleans, LA
4. Las Vegas, NV
5. New York, NY
6. Portland-Vancouver, OR-WA
7. Mobile, AL
8. Stockton-Lodi, CA
9. Detroit, MI
10. Dallas, TX

and these are the low-stress cities:

1. Albany-Schenectady, NY
2. Harrisburg-Lebanon-Carlisle, PA
3. Orange County, CA
4. Nassau-Suffolk, NY
5. Minneapolis-St. Paul, MN-WI
6. Ann Arbor, MI
7. Omaha, NE-IA
8. Norfolk, VA-Virginia Beach, VA-NC
9. Honolulu, HI
10. Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill, NC

so i'm from the most stressful city and live in the 5th most stressful city... and you wonder why i want to move to southern california (low-stress #3) or hawaii (#9)!

so my brother gave me his old PDA because he got a new one... i spent the better part of yesterday installing free games... and what better place to play those games than on the toilet...

so i'm sitting there, elbows on knees, tapping away at this mini-machine. i get so wrapped up in the game that i lose track of time... i probably didn't even have to wipe (because it had probably air-dried). unbeknownst to me, while i was happily enjoying my alone time, my right leg proceeded to numb itself up. by the time i realized that my brain had retained only minimal control of this limb, i'd already stood and turned to flush and leave the room... thereby shifting my weight onto an ankle that didn't get the message in time. anyways, to make a short story less long: i twisted the crap out of my ankle last night.

man, i ramble alot.

it's over...
... i'm back to the in-n-out-less, mexican-food-challenged, congested, smelly streets of nyc.
and in a few hours i'll have to re-insert myself into its working masses... and be an "adult" again.

i'll try not to be too cynical about it.
i guess i should try to get some sleep and literally catch up to the rest of new york.