Valentine’s Day

Early 20th century Valentine's Day card, showi...
She longs for love as I do.

The most memorable Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had was in the 4th grade. For the first time ever, I received a candy gram in the shape of a heart with a cherry lollipop. A boy in my class had decided to actually spend $.50 out of his small allowance (which was like two chocolate milks!) to make sure I knew that I had a “secret admirer” who thought I “was pretty and nice.” I knew who it was immediately from the handwriting, and of course I blushed and ran away. He wasn’t the boy I liked, though I was completely flattered nonetheless. And in the 4th grade, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. Those scared me (I had seen too many rated-R movies for a 10-year old to believe romance came with Disney-esque perfect endings) and it should at that age, dear God.

Fast forward fifteen years later and you meet Amy Hu five days away from turning a quarter of a century. 25 is right around the corner and am I distressed that I spent another Valentine’s Day single? Nope. I have a best friend who made me Korean-style fried chicken and invited me over to watch “Moneyball” with my favorite Stone Smoked Porter beer. And I am surrounded with loving friends who I live with and can vent to after a long day at work.

English: Matchstik's car crash outside of Phoe...
This could have been me man.

Today was not simply a reminder of the importance and desire for love, but to be grateful for it as well. I literally almost got into a bad car crash today. I felt like I was caught in the middle of one of the “Fast and Furious” films when the car in front of me did a complete 180 and I had to swerve to my left lane. It was a scary moment. But as cheesy as it sounds, it reminded me to never take anything for granted and that there are really everyday miracles. That woman didn’t get even a scratch on her car after that stunt on the freeway. She just pissed off a bunch of drivers who had to stop, which is nothing new in LA. And as customers walked in and out of the postal center at work today, busy making plans for their significant others and making sure things got sent better late than never, I was happy that God had also blessed me with people in my own life as well.

Loneliness is one of the worst things in the world. It really is. And though I don’t have a significant other to share the occasion with, today was still a great Valentine’s Day because I am anything but lonely.

Portrait of Nat King Cole, New York, N.Y.
Nat King Cole

And a note to my future significant other wherever you are: I’ll do the cooking if you’re terrible in the kitchen, and I don’t care for flowers. Furthermore, it’s hard to see you in solely candlelight, so it’s not really necessary. And lastly, I love Nat King Cole on vinyl, as well as the opportunity to wrap my arms around your strong shoulders and move our feet to his heavenly voice.

This is Amy Hu signing for February 14th, 2012

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Mighty Endorphin Power Ranger!

I have done my best to release the endorphins that have been cooped up inside me for a while. No, I did not do anything exciting or sexually-related (I know you were thinking it). I simply, after a month of slacking, EXERCISED.

I ran, played basketball (by my lonesome not-so-sadly), jump-roped, and used my stretch band to pump some iron. I save money by not getting a gym membership and simply work out at two places: the local, janky-looking Westwood park and my apartment. At the park, there’s a trail for me to run, basketball courts, grassy areas–it’s great! You just have to compete for space with feisty old folks, new and overprotective moms, and homeless people. I get free parking, locker storage in my car, and an endless amount of water fountain refreshments that will satiate any thirst if you drink it fast and try not to let the water sit too long on your tongue. And at home, I just use the balcony door to secure my stretch band, and all of a sudden I’m destroying my toidcepterals (it’s a muscle somewhere I’m sure).

Yes, why am I working out instead of at my full-time job at the postal center? Well friends, I get two days off a week now: Wednesdays and Sundays. Or else I’d be working 50 hours a week, and trust me, I ain’t getting to Madison if that were the case.  So there is no excuse for me to not work out at least twice a week, and release my endorphins to give me this natural high I’m feeling. But of course, I really need to lose weight and get back in shape. How I miss high school Amy. Her physical health at least…

This is Amy Hu signing off for February 8th, 2012.

SNL Skit Idea

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjQ10-rUlH8

If you’ve seen these series of Tempur-Pedic commercials on TV, I hope you agree on just how obnoxious they are. The people on here continuously pound us with “Ask me what it’s like…” questions so that they can flaunt the fact that they get amazing sleep due to their ability to spend thousands of dollars on a luxury bed.

Warning: If you are easily offended, don’t normally watch Saturday Night Live and therefore don’t jive with that kind of humor, or don’t like me already, maybe reading the following idea for my SNL skit will not be a good idea.

The skit will open up with all the same questions, but as the commercial goes on, there will be depressing scenes of poor people from all over the world, the homeless, the handicapped, etc. all asking the questions that the Tempur-Pedic customers want people to ask them.

Just imagine a homeless man in a tent, huddled on the floor asking “What’s it like to get the best night’s sleep every night?” and a Tempur-Pedic customer going “It was worth every penny! Too bad when my parents visit they have to sleep on my Sealy California King mattress in the guest house.”

It’s depressing, I know. Do I have the right to mock wealthy people as a person from a middle-class family? Probably not.  But the point I am trying to make is that this commercial is a prime example of how privileged many of us are, and how this bed is just stupid.

If you own one, I don’t care. I’m sure you’re making wonderful use of it. Just don’t ask me, to ask you, how you slept. I will literally kill you. I sleep on a twin mattress previously owned by three people.

This is Amy Hu signing off for January 20th, 2012.

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