Dyslexia in 90210

yesterday morning, i'm back-street driving through beverly hills to get to century city for work and i get stuck at a light. i'm staring up at the traffic light and the street sign and i see this, which is perfectly normal.
















then, i start to look around and i see this:

is it weird that the government doesn't spell check? do i need to be a good citizen and report this? i don't want any other fobs to get confused.

and no, i'm not a danger to society by taking pictures on the road. don't you all chat on cellies, type on crackberries, drink coffee, eat bento boxes, and take pictures while driving as well? at least i don't do make-up and hair in the car! i mean, THAT would be dangerous.

Teeny World

so i think today is officially day 8 of my bday hanukkah. last night the world spewed out few of my old buddies from csfb days into the city of LA - catania from canada, fobby from hk, and pazzy from sf. it was fun reminiscing about the crappy analysts days...no wonder more of us ended up in the peace corps than lasted in banking.

anyhoo, this morning while i'm at my parents' house picking up my mail, i decide to call my sister to catch up:

yuj - "hey"
me - "yo. calling you from home cause my cell is out of minutes."
...then i tell her about my reunion last night with "rob the hk guy," "jee the one who married the korean korean girl," "paz the bolivian," "catania the canadian"...then she cuts me off:
yuj - "unni, your descriptions suck. do you really expect me to know these people?"
me - "hmm. i guess not." (are you wondering how i describe you now?)
...we continute with more convo about random bs.
me - "anyhoo, i better run, but let's talk again soon. call me when you get bored. but not before wed cause i'm out of minutes until then."
yuj - "um...don't you have free night and weekends?"
me - "oh man. you're right! crap, i lost my excuse not to call people back. dang it."

oh, look at sis's snow artistry; she's very talented: http://rhymeswithhuge.blogspot.com/

what else. oh, on friday, i went to this book promotion event at school to get some free grub and found out one of the authors is a ny lawyer girl i worked with when i was at my last job. i never met her but spent a ridiculous number of hours on the phone with her discussing a bankruptcy case. since we both had unique names, we "recognized" each other. first time that's come in handy.

anyhoo, she and her cousin co-wrote a chick lit novel called china dolls and they are on a book tour. the book is a story about three ny asian-american girls...a "cross between joy luck club and sex and the city." i'm about half way through right now and it's quite cute. go support the asian peeps and read it...

but talk about small world! i'm telling you, don't piss off anyone, you never know where they will show up in your life next. wise words from the old lady. no, not my mom, me!

Wild Child

so everyone's been asking - so what did you do for your big day?!?!!

um. yeah. i'm lame. i ate bfast (yes, seaweed soup) with parental units. i went to work. i went to class. i said what's up to big g. then i went home and slept. wooooo hooooooo!!!!

BUT, get this. the night before? for the big celebration with my anderson friends?!?!
i went bowling.

yup. to quote yuj:
"you're wild.
WILD."

i know. giving up booze has def made me lame. but as katie says, we can always go out for some "mocktails" this weekend. anyone in? sat night at the W. canada, fobby, et al will be in town.

this will be me: "bartender! i would like a cranberry vodka please." "oh, hold the vodka."

I Heart My Friends...

thanks for all the love today - emails, e-cards, texts, IMs, friendster / myspace messages, phone calls - i love you all!

some of the classics from the day:

nora / jenn - "stupid, happy birthday"

sandy - "ms. yi, it has been brought to my attention that you are old today..."

riz - "i just wanted to say, happy ash wednesday. also, happy new yorker magazine day! (first issue published today in 1925). also, happy comminist manifesto day! (1848). and happy romanov dynasty (1613) and washington monument (1885) days!"
"...and... um... well i guess that's everything. i don't recall any other important items happening on this day."
"oh, wait! i totally forgot! happy international mother language day!"

yuj - (in an unrecognizable very very squeaky voice and from a non-caller IDed number) "happy biirrrrrrrrrthday!"
my response: "who is this?"
yuj: "you don't recognize your only sister's voice?!?!?!?"
me: "i was just kidding."

um. i wasn't kidding. sorry yuj. love ya.

Neutral Face

i've had this conversation with many people before, but something just happened that triggered the thought for me again. there's a dude presenting in front of class, and it's a q&a format. when he's listening to a question from the prof, he seriously looks like he's going to cry. the poor guy has a sad / whiny / crybaby neutral face!

have you thought about your neutral face? sv is convinced she has a biatch neutral face though i think it's more of a contemplative one. how about you? what's yours?

mine is definitely sophisticated, uber chic, intelligent, come-get-this-mama face.

Mr. Brightside

i can't believe how awesome it is out today...even for LA. it's over 80 degrees and sunny...and hot-diggity-dog, it's also a long weekend in my favorite month! so all this added together, you would think i would be oh-so-happy. but for a bit there today, i wasn't.

my computer pooped out on me last weekend and after a little tease of life through the week, it officially went kaput yesterday. it sucked. i just didn't realize how dependent i was on my laptop. and though i got a loaner (i love you price center girls) to get me through the weekend, i was determined to find a laptop surgeon to revive my baby.

so with instructions from ibm / lenovo, i went to a few stores today but totally got the run-around. after i was fed up, sitting in my truck and sweaty from the 80 degree weather, i called them back and started complaining, "dude, wtf." just like that.

the guy on the other end gave me a new set of instructions about mailing it in, etc. and then i said, "why didn't your associates tell me this sooner? i just went all over the city!"
and he said, "look on the brightside, you got a nice scenic tour of the city you haven't seen in a while, right?"

i laughed. barely.

anyhoo, my laptop will be going into operation in hot-lanta on tuesday via post office. please wish it luck. i hope it survives, but hey, if it totally dies even after surgery then at least it can see denny and that really cute paramedic guy from grey's anatomy.

btw, totally unrelated, did you know it is "lo and behold," not "low and behold"? i just looked it up.

Be. Mine.

happy vday all! i used to get annoyed at valentine's day but i'm at a new phase in life where i get annoyed at the people who hate valentine's day. you hear the "oh, it's a hallmark holiday" or "there is nothing more UNromantic then when someone tells you to be romantic"...blah blah blah. i guess vday has become like really bad movie - it's so bad that it's good. three words: stomp. the. yard.

speaking of vday, congrats v! our "classmate friends" sarah v. and nate got engaged over the weekend and it's quite cute. i gave her a hard time about notifying me over email while i was in sf...mainly because she couldn't hear me squeal like a little girl.

oh and about sf, i got a funny message from crystal who said, "...i hope you're doing well in sf - is it weird that i know where you are because of your blog? i feel like a stalker." well, stalker-slash-avid-reader james, who lives in sunnyvale, texted me after reading the entry and we were able to hang out in sf. thus, i welcome stalker-ism.

let's see. so today (yes, vday) is papa yi's bday. he was born full of love and heart-shaped candies. this morn, i got up at the ass-crack of dawn to drive up to gtown to have bfast with the parentals. mama yi cooked up seaweed soup (it's what koreans have on their bdays). YUM. only prob is that we had our massive indian fob dinner last night (which was fantastic, thanks to all of you who came) and i think the residual indian food was and is currently fighting against my korean bfast in a warzone called my tummy . oh, and i had to sit through 1.5 hours of traffic to get to westside this morning...and...okay okay, i'll stop. But really, there's nothing more that says "happy valentines day" than some good ol' T.M.I.

Hello Droppee

i am currently sitting in a school in the middle of san francisco as part of a four-day entrepreneur training program. i am one of nine mba fellows here - suckers who "volunteered" a weekend for a chance to work with a group of entrepreneurs in improving their businesses. okay, it's not bad at all, but i am tired, internet-less (thank god for bb), and dressed in biz cas on a friday afternoon. wah.

about two hours ago, a professor from anderson arrived in order to teach the afternoon session. the thing with this prof is that for the last three quarters, i have signed up for his class and dropped it. the worst was last quarter where i went to his class for two sessions, got cold called, and the dropped it thereafter. anyhoo, despite my paranoia, i didn't think he would remember me so when he arrived, i said, "hi professor sussman, i am saujin" shaking his hand. and he responds, "saujin yi. you dropped my class like a bad habit!".

for the first time in a long time i had no comeback.
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Avid (Well, BORED) Blog Readers

last friday, i got all dolled up (well, clarification - tina / jenn dolled me up as i'm quite incapable of doing it myself) for anderson's casino night. it's basically prom (with booze) for mbas with the excuse of fundraising for charity. anyhoo, upon my first lap through the venue, it wasn't the open bar, auctions, dance floor, nor my sexied out classmates that caught my attention -- it was gabe's fiance gloria who came up to me and said, "you are the last person in the world using bar soap. body wash!" glad someone is reading this pointless blog (hi glo!).

hmm, what else. on sunday for the superbowl, i went over to tom and dan's for their "frybowl." the boyz fried up everything from buffalo wings, tater tots, onion rings to hot dogs. they even fried up dessert -- fried oreos, snickers bars. as you can guess, sauj's fragile tummy let her owner know this type of fried fiesta is a no-no -- i had a hard time sleeping sunday night and it wasn't because i was recapping grossman's ass performance during the game.

speaking of fragile, i just came home from trish's where eileen and i visited her newborn for the first time. trish told me that i could hold the kid, and after a quick lesson from mike (her hubby), i had the baby in my arms. and i should've expected, about ONE-POINT-TWO seconds later, the baby was busting up crying -- dang, kid, i got the point! you are no fan of mine! but it's okay, i can be patient until the kid grows up and learns to read (blogs). he and i can discuss the merits of bar soap (specifically, dove cool moisture) vs. body wash.

Price Is Wrong, Bitch

i'm so sad. i'm supposed to be in the audience of the price is right taping right now. instead i'm sitting in class. i even practiced my "1 dollar bob!" because i was so sure i will be picked...but alas, i couldn't use it. what happened you ask? well, the mit club was supposed to provide 20 people today. we had 19. one stupid chick (i don't know her so i can call her "stupid") called sick in the morning and we couldn't find a replacement. so, 19 of us got screwed from seeing bob.

i'm so sad. i was so sure i would win a camper today. sad sad sad.

well, i'm determined to see bob before he retires, so i'll be putting together a group to go see him within the next two months (prob a thursday). if you want in, email me. and if you get sick and screw me over from playing plinko...i WILL punch you in the face.

sauj's current mood: sad with a splash of fiesty