When I Grow Up

I'm a worried quarterlifer. When I was younger (under 21) I didn't think I'd have to worry about lay offs, buy outs, job security, I didn't think I'd even need to work two jobs. No one told me I'd be worrying about health insurance, 401k, talking to a financial advisor, planning for the fuuuuture future like buying a house and starting a family. As I approach the big 2-5, now life seems like one big worry. I don't know what I'll be doing next year or even in the coming months, will I be laid off? Should I go back to school or the mainland, and if I do what should I go to grad school for? Do I really want to go back to school, or should I move to the mainland and start fresh?

on a happier note... HAPPY HALLOWEEN! See you in Waikiki, be on the look out for 3 colorful mobsters, a cute referee, sext racecar driver, and... gav.

The essentials

I've been catching up on Tim Gunn's Guide to Style on Bravo (addicted to Bravo much, I know), and I die everytime those lucky unfashionable, not pulled together girls get transformed. I've also been reading Rachel Zoe's book Style from A to Zoe. And I've noticed every fashion expert has a list of 10 essential items.

Here's Tim Gunn's
1. Basic black dress.
2. Trench coat.
3. Classic dress pants.
4. White shirt.
5. Jeans.
6. Cashmere sweater.
7. Skirt.
8. Day dress.
9. Blazer.
10. Sweat suit alternative.

FINALLY

After five seasons, my favorite designer wins! YAY Leanne!

work=fatty

Honest to God, I am REAAAAAALLLLLLLY trying to lead a more healthy lifestyle, but the food gods just aren't having it.

MONDAY: My coworker brought in musubi from Mana-Bu, as well as surprised me with Ramune soda! (Does my Nihon-jin-ness shine so obvious? Maybe my Hello Kitty dressed in kimono gives it away).

TUESDAY: Kawehi my "cubicle" neighbor is doing a review on cupcakes, and brings in like 12 different kinds. My camera phone sucks but I tried... Rocky Road, Peanut Butter, Key Lime, and Strawberry.

WEDNESDAY: Our credit union is giving away free waffle hot dogs and ono ono shakes. How can you resist this stuff? Seriously... geeeeeeeez fast next week. Water, bananas, and carrots.

THE Bus

Now that the bf is gone, I take The Bus every morning. With more people opting to ride the bus these days, my bus has become overcrowded, therefore I have become more irritable. Here are my top things that I hate about the bus and its riders:

- People who don't move to the back of bus. Segregation days are long gone people, the back of the bus is not like being sent to the corner or time out. Seriously just move to the back of the bus. It's like their feet are glued, there is obviously more room in the back and they obviously see people coming onto the bus, but NO do they just stay in that spot and refuse to give it up. To those people I simply push my way through (aka hit them with my lunch bag or ginormous tote bag), not my fault that they are stubborn, I'm simply being courteous and doing my part to make room to fit more people.

-People who sit on the aisle seat and refuse to move in. Seriously this is not a luxurious travel venture, you are basically getting from point A to point B, you don't need to be fussy about where you seat. Why make it totally out of the way for someone to have to climb over you to get to the open seat on the inside?

-When young people don't let old people have their seat.

-When people don't hang on to hand bars above and only hang on to the backs of the seats or struggle to hold on to poles that lead from the seat to hand bars above. It's like hello, why struggle? you can just reach right above you for something to hold on to.

-When random strangers try to talk to me on the bus, I don't know you, nor am I here to make new friends.

-When people try to do magic tricks for me on the bus. Really it's happened.

-When people come in with like so much bags that it takes up space in the aisle or another seat. Bus riders... you know those people, coming home from the market in Chinatown, with like 20 plastic bags, each with maybe 3-5 vegetables or fruits (that sometimes stink up the bus). I feel like passing out big reusable totes to those plastic bag users, it would be helpful to the environment AND helpful to fellow bus riders.

-grouchy bus drivers.

-when bus drivers turn the AC on high. brrrrrrrrr.

-People who wave down the bus at the bus stop, making us think they want to or need to get on but really they want to know when the next will becoming along? Then they keep asking questions about which bus to take or they're trying to decide whether or not to take that bus.

So Long, Farewell, Auf Weidersehen, goodbye...

to.... Jerrel. As I blogged before he was in my top three but, sadly his final collection wasn't up to par. The Project Runway gods have once again have cursed me because Kenley (that whiney, no can handle Tim Gunn criticism, all I do is party dresses circa 1950s) is in, I really hope she loses. I checked out Leanne's line Leanimal (how clever) on her website , some very classy, cute, wearable pieces. Of course they're ALL sold out and I bet prices will be doubled once she wins PR5. Yeah, I said it.
OH back to Project Runway, vote for your most memorable moments on BravoTV.com. here's some of my favorites:
Season 1: when Kara Saun tells off Wendy the Witch Pepper.
Season 2: "It's a mother f--king walk off." - Daniel V., The mystery of the missing chiffon, and Tim Gunn impressions of Santino.
Season 3: When Laura thought Jeffery was cheating.
...i really could go on forever.

young and restless

TAXI!!!!!!!!

Sometimes the daily grind just bugs me. It's not that I can't handle what I do, it just gets so tedious and repetitive that I swear it is boring me to death. My coworker Kawehi is planning to go to Europe soon, it makes me wanna pack my bags and go on a big trip too. Yes yes I am going to Vegas for Thanksgiving, but that's manini compared to Europe or Japan or even NYC. I haven't had big trip since New York (almost 2 years ago... good times). I want to go on an adventure, a REAL vacation, explore new things, eat (and shop) my way through a new city.

NYC Crew below... photo credit: Kara.