June 14, 2011 § 1 Comment
On her dog’s neurotic and slightly pathetic personality
Cheng: She’s like a Greek tragedy. I was going to say that she’s a character from a Greek Tragedy but she’s the whole fucking Greek tragedy.
April 3, 2011 § 2 Comments
Today is Cheng’s 26th birthday. Yay!
It’s actually really important to me that I remember her birthday each year since I only bother to remember a handful of people’s birthdays. It is a personal marker to signify that those handful of people are incredibly special to me.
What I actually said:
Heyyyyy it’s Jenny. Okay, happy birthday! It is your birthday, right? I’m pretty sure that it is your birthday because MiRi’s is like in two days, and I have you two kind of liked grouped together– and not to be mean or anything*. But, like, seriously like two days apart? So. Er. Happy birthday! Yayyyy!…Er, yeah, your owl will be really, really, really late. Sorry. But, hey, happy birthday! I’ll see you soon! Byeeee!
So the actual message isn’t that much better than what Google voicemail transcribed because both sound a little confusing. And I think Google voicemail was trying to save my dignity and make me sound less ditzy. While I truly appreciate the earnest effort on Google voicemail’s part, if it truly knew me, it would know that its effort was for naught– it can’t spend its entire life trying to put out all my accidental verbal fires. And I quite like the consequential beautiful blaze.
At least this time, Google voicemail didn’t think I wanted to apathetically commit suicide.
* I have it in my head that grouping together people’s birthdays is kind of impolite because each person’s birthday is special… even though I do it. I do feel kind of bad about it though.
February 5, 2011 § Leave a comment
An additional incentive to have some thing resembling a wedding ceremony and not just city hall-it (elope) in the future:
Next thing to do: Convince Simon to dress up in his old Halloween costume of a penguin when he shows up to be my maid of honor. Or matron of honor if he happens to get around to marrying before me.
August 9, 2010 § 1 Comment
Over the weekend, I called the Roommates individually to see how each girl was doing. Cheng was the only girl I couldn’t call because I had the wrong number. When I got the correct number from Diana, who is currently still living with Cheng, I tried calling Cheng but I got her voicemail so I left a message. Apparently she was taking a nap because she ate one too many onion rings and lost the battle against food coma. This is the email I received from Cheng when she woke up:
The transcription is hilariously inaccurate because it failed to include that I wasn’t suicidal and dying. And, as far as suicide notes go, this one is really pathetic– not pathetic in a sad way, just pathetic in a “huh, that’s it?” way.
What I actually said, which really isn’t much of an improvement except that I clearly state that I am NOT dying:
Hey Cheng, it’s me, Jenny. I just wanted to call and say, “Hi” and see how you’re doing…And, erm, okay, so for the past like three months, or maybe… more, actually, I didn’t have the right phone number, and I had to get this [number] from Diana. So please call me back so I can make sure that this is actually the right number to call you in case, you know, I’m dying and I’ve already called 911 and I just want to say, “Good-bye”. I’m not dying by the way. Just, you know, if in that certain situation. Okay, bye.
July 15, 2010 § Leave a comment
It all feels vaguely familiar.
I was always sitting at the dining table with my laptop wearing day-old clothes and surrounded by a mysteriously growing mess of half-empty cups, nearly empty bags of Japanese snacks with chopsticks sticking out — why get fingers dirty?–, and pens, pens, pens. A lot of the time I was alone and typing away at paper that I shouldn’t have put off until the last minute. I had music emitting from speakers I pretended didn’t exist. Instead, the music, the notes, the husky ooOOOooh’s, I’d like to think they float from a nondescript place and wrap around my body, circling in a spiral until above my head, and then uncurl. In a wavering line, up and down, they danced away into the shadows. I was kept company by a hamster that looked like a miniature cow, a neurotic dog that saw me as a skinny food dispensing machine with legs — I guess it didn’t help that I perpetuated her belief by constantly feeding her whenever she looked at me–, and Macbooks that had the bruises and battle scars of belonging to college students.
Over a year later, I’m sitting alone with my computer at the dining table working away on an assignment due the next day. Everything is different. I miss the moocow hamster and the neurotic dog that thought I was her equivalent of a walking refrigerator. The current Macbook has no marks except for the hungry Kirby sticker on the front and pretends to be an Ipad except without the touchscreen and with a keyboard– it refuses to be reduced to being called a “netbook”. The dining table is half the size of the old one and cleaner; the mess is gone and one can actually see the original color of the table. The cups are diligently washed and put away. The Japanese snacks are neatly hidden away in the cabinets.
But it feels familiar just enough that I’m half expecting Cheng and Diana to walk through the front door so we could talk about our day.
Growing up isn’t as much fun when you’re so far away from best friends. Life and airplane ticket prices get in the way.
Cheng’s MAcc Graduation, May 2010
Diana, Cheng, Me
August 31, 2009 § Leave a comment
On my life’s aspirations:
Jenny: And I look like a pomeranian on an acid trip, which I do like.
Chengyee: Whot? (Confused her so much that she became British for a second)
Jenny: I really REALLY want to be a dog.
Chengyee: Hahaha. Sigh. Talk about setting yourself up for disappointment…or potential psychiatric problems.
Jenny: Woof! Woof!
On one of W’s sense of humor:
Jenny: I really have a good feeling about this one. He’s completely supportive of my wanting to be a dog!
MiRi: Hmm… what is this… male Cheng Yee?
Jenny: Woof! Woof!