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The Xmas-day terrorist attack really only makes me think of one thing:

This is what The Rembrandts were only known for.

Winter break is halfway done, this blog was about halfway dead, but Dr. Lo is here to fix it up with a new post. Let me start with…I MADE IT TO DEAN’S LIST THREE TIMES. IN A ROW. Work at my Asian skillz. Now, here’s what I’ve been doing/discovered so far during break. White wine >Red wine. My mother agrees with me, so the point is valid. I’ve read The Stranger by Albert Camus (prepping for my existentialism class next semester) and the guy isn’t really a stranger. Maybe to society but not exactly to the individual. I have been catching up on Friends (season 4!), and currently I’m at TWO with Rachel’s New Dress. The good episodes so far from this season was the rugby one, and the free porn one. It’s starting to get a LITTLE bit crusty, so I’m hoping the Vegas thing comes on. SOON.

…I need to stop watching television. Before the blog was regularly updated, I was sucked into Glee..and America’s Next Top Model. My not-so-closet fashionista alter ego was in giggles this past season. For one, Kurt from Glee is fabulous with a capital F (not for failure. FABULOUS. Mark my words). And I think I have fallen in love (sorry Lightning), with Nicole Fox, the newest winner from ANTM. Erin Jayne, you have a rival…ginger. OH IT’S VERY POSSIBLE.

Look at Nicole. Isn't she beautiful?

So yea, Glee was my music/comedy/icebreaker crack, and ANTM, well, is my fashion/model/gorgeous girls/Tyra antics/drama crack. Everything but the kitchen sink. This has been a post by Dr. Lo Mein. She doesn’t know when the next time she’s going to update, because she’s rather busy catching up on Friends, starting Madame Bovary and Hamlet and chatting with Nicole while waiting for ANTM and Glee AND Supernatural to come back on-air. January’s not even over yet, and I can tell the next half year is gonna be a bumpy ride. As my roommate would say, “Catch you on the flip side”.

I’ve been blacklisted.

http://www.rugbyrefsny.com/Members_Only/modules.php?name=Disciplinary

I’m a terror to New York City rugby. This is awesome.

John and Martha sittin’ in a tree…

Love and Relationship, I need to have a serious talk with you two. Stop charming the brains outta humans and make them think that in order for them to show off their relationship in the BEST way, they have to make out. Publicly.

Lo Mein is not a happy noodle.

Lo Mein is not the PDA-type, hence this little number of a post. Personally I don’t really care if you love someone and want to express that love by kissing. I don’t have a problem with that. But if you are in a setting where there’s people trying to go about their business, and you are just sucking face, IT IS RUDE. PERIOD. I’M TRYING TO STUDY; I DON’T NEED TO SEE THIS. I DON’T NEED TO HEAR IT EITHER.

“But Lo Mein, just read a book and put your music on. It’s nothing.”

NOTHING MY ASS. When I can HEAR you over my music (I like to preserve my hearing too), THAT’S DISRESPECTFUL. I don’t care if you are a nice person, RUDE is RUDE. Alas, one of the shortfalls of college.

“Lo Mein, I’m not ashamed of my relationship, so why do I have to put up with you? You can just leave.”

THAT’S NOT THE POINT. I already said I really don’t care about kissing as a means of expressing your feelings, ok. Like I said, when you are in room or something with OTHER people, and you are pretty much pecking lips for the rest of the night, THEN I have a huge problem with you. Even people kissing in the staircases are classier, because they, at least, are trying to get SOME privacy, and not melting single people’s eyeballs off. And why should I feel compelled to walk away because it makes ME awkward? I have rights, opinions and beliefs too. I respect yours, so why can’t you respect mine?

By all means, I consider myself a public and “transparent” person. I may be tactless, but I am honest, sometimes brutally honest. I don’t bullshit. But this is a issue that I hesitate to tread on, because I’m not really directly involved, am I? I think one or the other will have to change soon. Cognitive dissonance deems it so.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to cuddle my inner child from the horrors of “cooties”.

“All the Single Ladies!”

I swear, Beyonce is what keeps me going at night.

The New Tablet & Why I Don’t Care

As if the iPhone trend weren’t annoying enough, Apple is coming out with the Tablet.

The best part about this next trend? We don’t even know what it’s going to do.

But you probably want one anyway.

Computer World, which I assume is another nerd forum, has quotes from experts saying it’ll be more than an e-reader. (An e-reader is like the Kindle, where you read print from a screen.) Apparently it’s going to revolutionize print. Whatever that means.

An article in the Wall Street Journal, which addresses how the mice had to get back in line once the cat came back from his liver transplant, confirms that Microsoft has already come out with a similar device, which works kind of like a laptop.

This sounds like unnecessary technology to me. I mean, what’s wrong with reading a book when you want to read, and using a laptop when you want portable Internet?

Here’s how I imagine the process of Apple’s product development:

1. Is it shiny?
   Good, let’s have PR tell everyone how shiny it is.
2. Has someone already made it?
   Crap. Time to make it shinier. Tell everyone it’s new anyway. They’ll never know.
3. Still not impressed?
   Time to talk about the touch screen. It baffles consumers.
4. Make sure it has a cool name that we can put “i” in front of.
5. Will it have an Imaginary Girlfriend application?
   Of course it will! It’s a Mac!
6. Mission Accomplished. Time to sit back and rake in the profits, so long as Steve doesn’t get sick again.

My friends (as the guy I take pride in voting against last year would say), we’re falling into Apple’s marketing traps; we’re judging the book by its cover, and we’re praying that each and every piece of technology they release will solve every one of our problems–you can even get laid if you show off their products at parties. (Don’t forget to check your own reflection in it!)

Apple, you don’t impress me as a consumer. You impress me because you somehow manage to convince people worldwide that your portable hard drives are better than other portable hard drives; that phones aren’t phones if all they do is call people; and that books aren’t cool.

You’re a good businessman, Mr. Jobs, but as for your new iTablet, iReallyDon’tCare.

Lo Mein and musings; a new blog series?

…Yikes. Two months without a peep from my Asian mouth. Sorry for the Lo Mein withdrawal, but I’ve been “busy” (re: not going to wordpress. AT.ALL.) Anyways, this summer I find myself without a job. I’m sure a lot of people can understand that part. And without a job, that makes Lo Mein a summer bum. Which means I think. A LOT. More than in college.

So first, going-ons in my life. Besides the lack of teh JOBZ.

I’ve been playing handball. Not religiously, but enough to give me a t-shirt tan until December hits. I’ve also gotten sock tan. That won’t come out for a year, judging by my last sock tan. And before you ask, I do wear glasses (because it’s the ASIAN THING) so a bridge tan is very visible (if I took off my glasses, of course).

Why am I playing so much? It’s because I need the exercise. I just recently met with my doctor, and I beat the dreaded “Freshman 15″, technically, but I still gained 5 lbs. That might not seem like much, but, in comparison to the ideal weight I should be in terms of my height; I’m 63 lbs overweight now. Now it starts to sound like a bigger deal. Sure, I crack fat jokes, but I never forget that technically, I’m also fat. I’ve actually lost 20lbs before starting college so yes. This is a struggle. And it’s mostly the reason why I’m writing this post.

So far, every post I’ve made has to do with me, somehow, somewhere. Yes, this blog has a fine line between the public and personal privacy. That is what Erin and I wanted from the beginning, and it’ll stay that way. But now, since I have all this free time (and it’s raining, so no handball), I’ve mused on a number of different topics. So this post will be the first of my new “series” of posts, in which I muse about…anything. Sometimes, there will be rants. And it will be my opinions, always. You’re probably thinking that every post I’ve made so far, is a musing. Technically yes, because that is how I blog and connect to other people, by talking about myself. You could say this is different, since I think and think, and now it wants to be LET OUT. I think we shall give this a chance, hmm? So here it begins.

On OBESITY

I’ve actually given this a lot of thought, ever since from the doctor’s almost three years ago. I was obese. To an extent, I’m still obese, with how the BMI works and all. My doctor said, that if I didn’t diet and exercise immediately, I will die early. Not “might”, but “will”. Definite.

I was scared. I didn’t want to die. I was in the middle of completing those damned SATs. I was in the middle of applying for colleges. But she was right. I was slowly dying. I was slowly killing myself. And only my efforts at preventing anymore weight gain would stop it. And so I pushed myself. I played harder. I ate less and less. I forced myself to eat less and less, by just thinking of the consequences. I had to move my ass, to get up from where I was wallowing and MOVE. I kept going, especially during senior year, preparing for the Freshman 15. When my high school made me choose an elective for gym, I could’ve gone for something easy, like volleyball. But I didn’t, because I wanted to push myself again. So I chose Advanced Weight Training. And I was so glad I did. I pushed myself in that class, benching a max of 95 lbs. and a max squat of 165 lbs (To be honest, I tried to do 180, but the bar kept slipping from my back. Had I had that class for another year, I would’ve exceeded that.) At the end of senior year, I lost 20 lbs. It felt great. But in college, I made my excuses. I stopped exercising. Started working. Started eating poorer than I would have at home. But I always remembered not to eat too much; only 3 meals a day. As it should be. I’ve gained 5 lbs. Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been better. Should have been better.

So that 5 lbs I’ve gained. I will lose that by the end of the summer. Not “might”. “Will”. “Will” will be my weapon, motivation my shield. To protect me from that…disease. That disease which slowly kills people. Deadlier than tobacco. Obesity. Such an ugly word. Such an ugly concept.

I have a feeling that this fall semester, when I return to school, will be different. Not “might”. “Will”.

Lots of cultures eat rice; that doesn’t help me.

Having recently been kicked out of someone else’s expensive condo in Manhattan after living there for six weeks, I am happy to report that I am the newest homeless person in New York City. Well, kind of. Luckily, spending a year in Roosevelt Quad has made me quite accustomed to living like this. Saturday, I’ll be moving to Queens, which, as my Brooklynite Blogger will tell you, sucks. Mostly because it’s not Brooklyn.

But enough about that.

Much like other great things in my life, it took me way too long to start watching The Office. Until I saw Michael Scott, I never knew there was another person who That’s What She Said’d her own jokes (and the other night, almost, my grandma–”You can put it all in if you want.”). In the show’s honor, I’ll post the best video clip that will actually post to WordPress. 

I also suggest you watch “Diversity Day” here because it’s my favorite. Oh, and watching Michael Scott (Steve Carell) prank call the temp as Michael Jackson is about a million times funnier now that he’s dead.