Boycott J Crew Shoes

Here is a warning to you all. DO NOT BUY J CREW SHOES. They might look cute and fashionable, but if you get them wet they don’t last. In NYC, I went out with a cute new pair of J Crew sandals while it was raining; and they literally fell apart. Like any good Asian shopper, I did check where they were made before I bought them...made in Italy. Yes I bought them from a J Crew store, so they weren’t bootlegs. Just so you don’t think I’m overreacting, my friend was also wearing a pair of J Crew shoes. They bled until the entire soles of her feet were black. Soap, water, and alcohol did not remove the dye, at most it lightened it. It’ll probably take several washings or paint thinner to get her feet clean. So just a warning for you all…. don’t buy J Crew shoes. They’re just not worth it.

Life in NY

OK, due to the hinting of a certain friend, I am posting something. Actually I thought I would have more to post this week, because a few friends visited me this past weekend. We all know each other from NC. Two are still living in Raleigh and one in Tennessee. But other than experiencing NYC rush hour traffic and other odd transportation issues (cancelled trains, missing subway stops because we were distracted) there isn’t really an exciting event I could post about. We did all the tourist stuff: central park, the met, Chinatown, Statue of Liberty, Little Italy, clubbing, dining, etc. (I was surprised that they were body searching people at the dance club).

What is interesting is how much you pick up from your friends. I didn’t notice it that much until my Tennessee friend pointed it out. For example, Joanna, a girl normally into girly stuff, is totally into checking out cars now. (Note: Steve is obsessed with luxury cars). Joanna needed to get a fake Kate Spade purse for her sister. Steve ended up getting a fake Gucci purse for his girlfriend. After about 3 hours of purse shopping, I had a driving need to buy my own fake purse. Hopefully the urge will fade now that I’m away from NYC, and I was able to dig up a fake Luis Vuitton purse out of my closet. I’m not sure if my friends picked up any weird habits from me. I had a cold the entire time…so they may have picked that up from me. *_*

Well now all my friends are gone, even the one here for the summer internship. I have laryngitis now, so it’s not like I can talk to anyone. I’ll need to think of something else to fill up my time though in the future. I’ll let you know if something interesting happens.

To be or not to be single...

So I’ve been thinking…maybe I should start dating again. The grass could very well be greener on the other side. Plus since the relationship with Mike, I’ve been pretty cynical about boyfriends and romantic relationships in general. Don’t get me wrong, I still believe in love. I have just started to believe that guys have a bad tendency to lie when they try to make good impressions. While this phase only lasts around a month and even after the girl sees the guy’s true nature and has serious doubts about the relationship, she already likes him… and it’s all down hill from there, because just liking and being attracted to someone isn’t enough in the long term. I'm hoping I'll be more optimistic about the whole relationship thing, once I start dating again.

But trying to find dates is going to take a lot of effort. Westchester NY isn’t exactly the best area to find singles, it's a very family orientated area. Between the bar and the gym, I’m not sure which one would be the last resort, since I don’t drink or exercise. There’s on-line dating, but it doesn’t hold much appeal anymore. Speed dating and singles clubs are usually for an older age group. At church, I met generations of families, with no singles in my age group. Oh yeah, and to all my friends who tell me that guys pick you up in book stores, it doesn’t happen to me. So what are my options?

Ah heck maybe I’ll go back to sitting on my butt, and hoping some cute, intelligent, dependable , caring guy picks me up. Now I remember why I’m single. I’ll have to give this some thought. Let me know if you have any ideas.

The day he left me.

I’ve probably talked about him a lot…the one guy in my life. The cute, 50 lb, fat ass, black and white dog named Smokey Joe. Sunday morning, he slipped into the bushes under the guise of just using the bathroom, and decided to go exploring as well. OK I thought no big deal, because I figured he’d be back, he always returns within half an hour. But then 2 hours passed by, and I was worried. I drove around town and talked to neighbors, who hadn’t seen him. He didn’t have his collar on, so I figured someone picked him up, thinking he was a stray. I started making “lost dog” fliers and even filed a police report. I was actually surprised that the police took a lost dog report… don’t you have to wait at least 24 hours before you can report a missing person? Anyway I called a couple people to let them know he was missing. It didn’t help that after I told my parents, they started calling me every 3 hours to see if I found him. Then my mom had to tell me stories about the time her dog got hit by a car...twice. Also a dog down the street went missing 2 weeks ago and was ended up as road kill on the highway nearby. But I was able to stay calm, because I felt the same feeling that I always felt with my ex, when he didn't meet me like he was supposed to...that he was fine, but he just wasn’t letting me know that. And he was always healthy and fine. Yet this situation was freaky. That night, I could listen to break-up songs and actually relate it to my dog. Fortunately for my sanity, I found him the next night. Luckily, I live in a small village with only two vets, two grocery stores, one police, and almost everyone knows each other. Plus the neighborhood is upper middle class, so the kids have cel phones and can call my long distance cel number. So someone, who saw a flier at a vet, knew that her friend had a stray dog at her home. I then received a phone call from a girl, who told me Smokey was looking for a new home at her place. Unfortunately for him, her family already had a dog. But they fed him and, like any stray cat, he probably felt that this place was as good as any to hang out. Anyway he doesn’t seem traumatized and is back home. He still gets spoiled here, but no more off-leash bathroom trips for him.

Cooking shows

I'm watching Iron Chef. I couldn't look away, right now it's on commercial. Now I truly understand why there are so many cooking shows in Japan. It just sucks you in. Japanese TV is on a totally different level than American TV. I never have problems walking away from American cooking shows. Luckily this American TV, because like many Americans, I'd probably be enthralled with Japanese commercials too. Uh oh here it starts again.....can't type need to watch....

The beginning.

For the same reasons I tried on-line dating, I now have an on-line diary ...
A couple of my other friends seem to enjoy it. I already spend a ton of time on the net, so why not. And who knows what will come out of this experience.
Hopefully, this will last longer than the relationship.