 Miss Tress feels this is the end? on Sunday, March 26, 2006 at 11:08a.m. I think I may give up on my pitas blog. It seems ridiculous to keep both blogs. I feel like I am repeating myself...I am repeating myself. So, if you are still interested...find me on myspece. Maybe I will be back here, maybe I won't. I'm so indecisive and fickle. Miss Tress feels reminiscent on Wednesday, March 22, 2006 at 8:27a.m. The saying goes, "Hindsight is 20-20." All my life that seemed to make sense. You look back at an event and tell yourself, "Shit, I shouldn't have done that" or something along those lines. You can see clearer when you are looking back rather than involved in the moment. Or so I thought....recent thoughts make me believe that the saying doesn't ring true for relationships. I am in a healthy, wonderful relationship. I am completely in love with Sylvester. I am happier than I have ever been. But...there are moments when I catch myself missing Kryptonite, missing our friendship, missing us. And it seems so easy to remember what I miss and so easy to forget what I don't miss. Is this the way it always is or is it just me? Do we all look back on past loves and remember the good and forget the bad? And couldn't that be dangerous...romanticizing the past? Miss Tress feels conflicted on Sunday, March 12, 2006 at 9:30p.m. Bad, bad, bad day. Got in a mini-argument with Brother-Brother. Had to deal with rude, obnoxious people at the hotel. Pissed off a customer because I was rude and obnoxious. Frustrated because I adore Sylvester, but our living arrangment irritates me. Some weeks I feel like I am living out of my backpack. I understand that he can't stay at my place. But, still it can be frustrating to have to pack clothes and lug them around with you. Not to mention that my rent just goes to housing the cat and storing my things. I spoke to Papa Bear again about moving home. I think it will be this summer. I think, I hope this will help. I can quit the second job. At least that will make me happy. But, as much as it irritates me to have to pack up my things all the time to sleep at Sylvester's I will miss it when I am back at home and unable to sleep at his place. Sometimes, I miss my easy, simple life... Miss Tress feels cheesy on Tuesday, March 7, 2006 at 11:27p.m. I am living off a diet of Easy Mac, Pepsi (1 can), coffee, and a granola bar. It isn't as bad as it sounds and I have lost 2 pounds in 1 day. But, then again, it has only been 2 days. I am sure that Easy Mac everyday will get old very fast! But, I am determined to win my bet with Sylvester. By the end of the week I need to have lost more weight than him. If I win, he gets his eyebrows professionally waxed. If I lose, I have to make him 4 dinners. Does Easy Mac count as making dinner? I think so! Miss Tress feels like a Spanish diva on Wednesday, March 1, 2006 at 11:28p.m. For VD I cooked Sylvester gazpacho and seafood paella. This was no easy task considering that I NEVER cook. I'm not exagerating. The only thing I make is coffee. But, cook I did and it was actually edible. As a note, skinning 13 tomatoes is not very fun if you are a cooking retard and use a peeler. Someone told me after the fact that apparently if you put tomatoes in hot water and then cold water their skins easily peel off. I have yet to confirm this. I don't think I really want to know if this is true. 
Gazpacho(cold stew), you have to chill it for 12 hours. This was actually REALLY easy to make. I just threw everything into the food processor.
seafood paella
Our table set-up. Nothing spectacular, but nice anyway.
Miss Tress feels tres agite on Wednesday, February 22, 2006 at 4:27p.m. Bonjour! That's about all I remember from 2 years of French class, but I better start studying my francais. Today Sylvester called to tell me about a deal that couldn't be beat. We decided to throw responsibility and caution to the wind and snatched up the deal. So...in the ending of April we head to Paris for a week! I was so giddy and excited that throughout my meetings I couldn't sit still. Worry and anxiety try to creep in once in awhile, but I am super stoked to be going to Europe finally!!! Paris here I come! Miss Tress feels hurt on Sunday, February 19, 2006 at 11:57 p.m. I have a very narrow-minded view of what constitutes cheating. Or maybe it's insecurity. I have been told that my beliefs are unrealistic. But, even so, they are my beliefs and when I find that others do not abide by them it is like a slap in the face. This is a seperate incident, but my previous statement applies and needs repeating...I hate the fuckin' information age! Miss Tress feels dreamy on Thursday, February 16, 2006 at 8:23 p.m. I haven't dreamt in quite some time. But, in the past few weeks I have found my sleeping moments dream-filled. I can recall nights where I had a marathon series of dreams. Most of them are odd...like the dream where Sylvester's mom tried to get into bed with us (she didn't know I was in the bed). I have even started having dreams during my afternoon power naps. I wonder if these plethora of dreams means something... Miss Tress feels stuffed on Wednesday, February 8, 2006 at 3:10 p.m. This recent illness came out of nowhere and knocked me on my ass! I think it was my body's way of saying "Enough is enough, I need a break!" But, the free-time has left me with time to wander back to a place I don't want to go. I keep looking into the past and comparing it to the present. It makes me doubt my heart and especially his heart. I don't want to. I want to believe that what we have is real, but how can I believe that when I know (have read it with my own two eyes) that he has had this with someone else. I hate the fuckin information age! Miss Tress feels like a stalker on Friday, February 3, 2006 at 11:08 p.m. Somtimes too much information can be a bad thing. Like the psycho stalker that I am, I have been dillegently trying to find something on the web for the past week. Tonight I succeeded. I have spent the past hour reading through it and going back in time. It has left me with troubled thoughts in my head and a heart that aches. And all the while that I was reading I knew that I should stop, but it was like a horrible car accident...you know you shouldn't look, but you do anyway. I knew that continuing to read would only succeed in making me feel sick and bring doubt into my heart, but I kept reading anyway. Sometimes too much information is a horrible thing... Miss Tress feels when it rains it pours on Tuesday, January 31, 2006 at 8:55 p.m. The past has come back to haunt me in the last few days. One day it was a text message from Fish Eggs. The next day Dr. Feelgood and I exchanged a few text messages. Then, today topped it all off with an e-mail from Kryptonite. I have come to the conclusion that he is my "soulmate." But, I don't mean this in the traditional sense that we are meant to be together. He is my soulmate in the sense that he and I know each other. We are drawn to one another. There is a connection between us that I don't understand or comprehend, but I know it exists and I think it will always exist. I suppose, simply, it is a tie that binds us together. In a three sentence e-mail he has the ability to rip my heart out and make me feel better in the same instance. I don't know how he does it. I know it is not intentional. I guess it is because we have known each other for so long and been through so much together. It is so hard to let go, to move on. I try to remember all the reasons we were not right together, but I have an easier time remembering all the wonderful things about him and the good times we had. I think that is the way it should be, but I also see the danger in it. But, if he wasn't dangerous, if he wasn't my heart's weakness, he wouldn't be my Kryptonite. Miss Tress feels broke on Sunday, January 29, 2006 at 11:25 p.m. My acts of stupidity are pretty expensive. I either need to start making more money, stop performing expensive acts of stupidity, or just stop being stupid in general. So, Saturday Sylvester and I head down to Servco to purchase the only side mirror on the island. They do not sell it in pieces so even though the motor and mirror on my damaged side mirror are still good I have to buy an entirely new side mirror. You may be wondering what a side mirror goes for these days...well, let me tell you...a side mirror goes for $260.00 these days! I felt actual physical pain as I signed my check. Apparently, I work two jobs so that I can be a dumb ass. But, the story ends on a happy note...Kaya is fixed, I am broke, Sylvester proved his manhood by showing that he can fix things (despite his girlfriend being sKeptical and doubting him). And I have vowed that I will no longer talk on my cell phone while driving. I am a bad enough driver as it is, I do not need to add to my ADHD distractibility by talking and driving. 
Poor Kaya is all in pieces. The side mirror was hanging by its wires when I drove up to Sylvester's house. Please not the lovely gaping hole where Kaya came in contact with the suicidal trashcan.
It looks like a broken arm.
But, now Kaya is all better!
Miss Tress feels sad, sad, sad on Saturday, January 28, 2006 at 11:05 p.m. Fuck a duck! I am a bad, Asian, woman driver. So, there I am la-dee-dah driving to Sylvester's after work. I'm in a good mood. None of the customers at work pissed me off and I got to leave early. I'm chatting away with Snoopy about the "James Frey incident" on my cell phone when out of nowhere a trashcan attempts suicide and jumps in front of my car! My poor Kaya, however, was on the losing end of that encounter. My side mirror is smashed and hanging by it's wires. I really need to turn in my driver's license. While in L.A. I learned to be a better and more attentive driver. But, now that I am back home, I suck at driving just like everybody else here. Sylvester is being awesome and is going to try to fix it for me. Here's hoping that he can since it will save me a few hundred dollars. Now, I am off to drown my sorrows in some alcohol (right after I kiss Kaya's booboo and try to make it all better)! Miss Tress feels sleepy on Friday, January 27, 2006 at 3:39 p.m. The jobs are keeping me busy, busy, busy. I vowed that this year I WILL run the marathon. Since I am such a procrastinator and lazy ass I figured I should start training now. But, that hasn't been possible what with the crappy, rainy weather and work. I have also been trying to stick to my diet which is hard when yummy local food keeps tempting me. My new year's resolutions are not going too well. At least I stuck to one of them...haven't smoked a clove in almost a month now! My lungs thank me every day! Miss Tress feels neurotic on Thursday, January 19, 2006 at 9:26 p.m. My weight obsession and neurosis have taken an all time high since my weight has been steadily increasing in recent months (must be the good loving!). I have imposed a 1,000 calorie per day diet upon myself. Does anyone know how hard it is to intake only 1,000 calories? It is nearly impossible. And it is so hard for me to resist tempation. I can't function without my coffee and Pepsi. And I can't resist the temptation of desserts. They call to me and will not stop until I give in. Damn Stone Cold! But, I am determined that I WILL win this weight battle. However, it really sucks since I am constantly hungry, which in turn makes me REALLY grumpy. But, I am sure I will be happy once I start shedding the pounds. Miss Tress feels an impending funk on Thursday, January 5, 2006 at 2:19 p.m. I have never been able to figure out where these moods come from. They kind of just creep up on me. I'm going about my daily life, everything is fine, and then I just start feeling "blah." Today as I was sitting at the computer futting around I just suddently started feeling "blah." Maybe it's that the break is almost over. Maybe it's that I really haven't done anything productive on my time off. Maybe it's that I need some time alone and feel like I haven't had any. Or maybe it's that I am feeling antsy and the need to get away. It occurs to me every once in awhile...I begin to ponder my escape. But, reality always hits me and snaps me back from my daydream. I have only been back home for a year...would it really be wise for me to actually consider packing up and moving on again? Damn my mother's genes!!!! Miss Tress feels old on Sunday, January 1, 2006 at 10:53 a.m. The past week has been crazy busy. Let's see if my failing memory can re-cap: Christmas was pretty chill. My Pappy took me to breakfast at Sam Choy's. Then, I headed back to Sylvester's to open presents (there weren't many since I had already opened most of them. I am pretty stoked on the Nano that my Pappy bought me. I have yet to use it. I've been too busy. Take a gander at my Christmas tree...it's nothing spectacular, but it's "our first!" I think it's cute. 
Tuesday Snoopy and I headed to Ocean's to celebrate our mutual birthday. It was a pretty good turn-out. Unfortunately, Snoopy didn't eat before drinking her annual three drinks. We all know what happens when you drink on an empty stomach! I wanted her to take at least one shot with me so we started the night off with a shot of crown for Snoopy and a shot of tequila for me. And that is where the night ended. We hung for a few more hours, but Snoopy didn't feel well and didn't want to drink anymore. She ended up puking in the garage and at home. Then, on Friday night I reluctantly headed to my 10 year reunion at the Living Room. I hadn't planned on going, but Neotany kept calling me and telling me to "Get my ass down there!" It was pretty much as I expected. Nobody seems to have changed much. And there were no exciting, amazing revelations. The sad thing is that our class was not that big, but there were people there that I know we graduated with, but for the life of me could not remember who the heck they were! Must be old age or that I just never really gave a shit. Last night I had to work until 11:30 (I had to work every holiday this year-blah!). I was pretty bummed because it meant that I couldn't get into any clubs/bars. I was kind of sad that I wasn't able to hang with Snoopy and the gang at Ocean's. Instead, I hung out with Sylvester at a friend's house. All in all an uneventful evening except for Kryptonite. We pretty much have no contact with each other except for the ocassional text message. I text him Happy New Year's. He text me back and then called me. I missed the call, but called him back. We talked for a bit. He asked where I was and I told him at a friend's house. He asked if I was there with my new boyfriend. I wasn't going to lie and told him the truth. He got pissed and hung up. A few minutes later I receive a text asking me not to talk to him anymore. I know I am stupid, but I thought we could be cool with each other. I thought enough time had passed that he was okay. I guess I was wrong. I feel like crap because I think I just keeping hurting him over and over again because I'm selfish and want us to still be friends. Maybe that's not possible and maybe I just have to completely let go and not look back. It's hard though...
Miss Tress feels confined on Sunday, December 25, 2005 at 8:25 a.m. Merry Christmas! Most of my presents have already been opened. I can never manage to wait until Christmas and seeing as I live by myself (usually) there's no one to scold me when I start ripping into the presents early. So, on two levels I am feeling confined and just plain weirded out. In talking to Sylvester recently I discovered just how small this rock is. Try to keep up with this one: I met a friend of his ex (the one with the same name as me) in the clubs a while back. It was quite the surreal experience in and of itself. Without getting into all the details, the night ended when her boyfriend grabbed my ass while dancing with his girlfriend. At the time, I didn't know Sylvester. Recently, while talking to Sylvester I put two and two together and figured out that this girl who is friends with his ex is also the ex of a guy I dated. Small, small world. So, Sylvester has been crashing at my pad for the past week. I adore the boy, love him a lot, but I WANT MY BED BACK TO MYSELF!!!! Sylvester is a snuggly, cuddly person. He likes to sleep right next to me, leg on top of me, arm on top of me, etc. while I like to sleep limb-free. This poses a problem. I have been waking up in the middle of the night feeling confined and restricted due to the weight of his limbs upon me. Last night I ended up on the floor because I kept moving away from him and he kept moving closer and closer to me. Eventually, since I was already on the edge of the bed ready to fall off, I gave up and moved to the floor. Damn it! He FOLLOWED me to the floor. So, I moved back to the bed. He FOLLOWED me to the bed. It was ridiculous. We will have to work on this! Now off to yummy Christmas breakfast with my Pappy at Sam Choy's!!! Miss Tress feels like Superwoman on Wednesday, December 14, 2005 at 2:06 p.m. Okay...maybe not quite Superwoman, but I am feeling pretty good despite the fact that I am at home recuperating from a cold. My immune system that I cursed many a time last school year is now nearly invincible (I'm overstating a little here)! Yesterday I thought I was having my usual morning allergy attack. However, by afternoon it was still going strong and I came to the conclusion that I was sick. I asked to go home early. My boss denied my request and made me stay at work. I felt like crap: constantly sneezing, runny nose, swollen eyes, blah, blah, blah. After work, I went to the store and bought me some drugs. As a side note, did you know that they keep all cold, allergy, and flu meds. behind the counter now. You have to take a little card to the pharmacist if you want to purchse over-the-counter cold medicine. I inquired about it and apparently it's to prevent people from buying them in order to manufacture drugs. But, back to my story about my amazing immune system. So, I load up on the drugs and OJ and sleep the rest of the day and night away. I woke up this morning feeling a ton better. So, while I still feel a little light-headed I am pretty much over my cold. My amazing immune system kicked that cold's ass! While spending my day recuperating, though, I had a mini-panic/anxiety attack. Sylvester is crashing at my pad for the next 3 weeks while his brother is in town staying at his place. I was trying to rearrange my drawers and closets to make space for him. It was REALLY hard! I like my apartment the way it is. And it's really difficult for me to change in order to fit someone else into my space (even if only on a temporary basis). It made me begin to wonder how this would work long-term. I am obsessive-compulsive, anal, demanding, temperamental, and stubborn. Basically, I am difficult to live with (ask Diva she knows from first-hand experience). I may be doomed to living alone with my pets for the rest of my life. They have no choice but to tolerate me! Miss Tress feels pooped on Saturday, December 10, 2005 at 7:07 p.m. I just got home after a six hour marathon session of shopping. I would be completely content to not step foot in another mall until next Christmas. My body hurts, my feet hurt, my wallet hurts, and I am exhausted. But, it really wasn't as bad as it could have been. I managed to easily find parking in a short amount of time every place I went today. I got some good deals and am slowly managing to cross people off my list. However, there is still more to go...which means more shopping. Bah humbug! And I am frustrated and irritated because I am at a complete loss over what to get Sylvester. Is this really a holly jolly time of year? Miss Tress feels pretty in pink on Wednesday, December 7, 2005 at 12:46 p.m. Sylvester bought me my birthday/Christmas present early. It's so purty and I like playing with it. It takes videos and pictures, although the videos are very short. I am also showing off my new-found skill of being able to post pictures to my bloggie all on my own. But, I don't know how to make it so that the picture is not so darn gigantic! 
Miss Tress feels surprised on Tuesday, December 6, 2005 at 11:22 p.m. After a week or two of neglecting my bloggie in lieu of the other blog I have been keeping I logged on to make an entry (finally). And what do my wondering (or is it wandering?) eyes see...Diva has make my bloggie pretty and new again! She da bestest! So, onto the much anticipated update...This past weekend was slightly eventful. Friday I ate my yummy Korean food from Millions and made a lame attempt at starting my X-mas shopping. Saturday I headed to the North Shore were Miribug had rented a beach house for her b-day. It was hot as hell, but I ate the best oranges I have ever tasted and even snagged some to take home with me. It also got me thinking that next year for our mutual birthday, Snoopy and I should rent a beach house. So, if you live far and away you might want to plan to be around for my b-day next year! Then, headed out that night to the usual spots for some mackin' with random guys. It was a much needed "girls night out!" Winter break is fast approaching and while I dread the holiday traffic, shopping, and music, I can't wait for friends to come home and for my 3 weeks off. Life is good sometimes! Miss Tress feels on Tuesday, December 6, 2005 at 5:44 p.m. testicles | ||
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