pandas are a girl's best friend.
5.22.2008
try harder.
i keep trying real hard to let him go. and it works... until he sends me texts that he misses me. or asks me stupid questions at work just to get a chance to talk to me.
try harder, marlo.
i need to date again. celibacy mode off. i think i'm ready to be marlo again. ¶ 10:13 PM 0 comments
try harder, marlo.
i need to date again. celibacy mode off. i think i'm ready to be marlo again. ¶ 10:13 PM 0 comments
5.12.2008
hi!
i have a new role at work, but before i tell you what my new title is, make sure you're sitting down. don't say i didn't warn you.
as of march 1st, i became a geographic business development manager.
alright!@?$!
so the title is a lot more interesting and cooler than what i actually do. i'm not really a manager. i don't have people under me (hehe). my job is to maintain a good relationship with the sales engineers who sell my division's products (function generators, power supplies, dmms, counters and switches) and make sure they have all the tools and support to do a good job.
they put me in charge of the americas for the first 6 months to a year. then after that, i assume my regular role which is to support our global sales force, with an emphasis on the americas, europe and japan.
the best part about the job is that i get to travel a lot more. while it's all in the us for the first part of the assignment, it still puts me on a plane. and a marlo on a plane is a happy marlo... without snakes of course.
i'm a little scared of the task they're giving me. i have to grow the business in the americas by 8%. that's a lot to ask for with the economy and companies watching their budgets nowadays. meh, i figure if i fail and get fired, it's a great excuse to go to architecture school. :)
speaking of architecture school, i ended up turning down the ny/paris architecture program at columbia. i couldn't work it into my schedule while still going to work. oh, and my hip hop class is too important to me... ha ha ha.
i think i want to replace my "be an architect" goal with "star in a hip hop video". double alright!?@#!%!
OH. and russell says, "hi!" too.
¶ 11:12 PM 1 comments
as of march 1st, i became a geographic business development manager.
alright!@?$!
so the title is a lot more interesting and cooler than what i actually do. i'm not really a manager. i don't have people under me (hehe). my job is to maintain a good relationship with the sales engineers who sell my division's products (function generators, power supplies, dmms, counters and switches) and make sure they have all the tools and support to do a good job.
they put me in charge of the americas for the first 6 months to a year. then after that, i assume my regular role which is to support our global sales force, with an emphasis on the americas, europe and japan.
the best part about the job is that i get to travel a lot more. while it's all in the us for the first part of the assignment, it still puts me on a plane. and a marlo on a plane is a happy marlo... without snakes of course.
i'm a little scared of the task they're giving me. i have to grow the business in the americas by 8%. that's a lot to ask for with the economy and companies watching their budgets nowadays. meh, i figure if i fail and get fired, it's a great excuse to go to architecture school. :)
speaking of architecture school, i ended up turning down the ny/paris architecture program at columbia. i couldn't work it into my schedule while still going to work. oh, and my hip hop class is too important to me... ha ha ha.
i think i want to replace my "be an architect" goal with "star in a hip hop video". double alright!?@#!%!
OH. and russell says, "hi!" too.
¶ 11:12 PM 1 comments
3.23.2008
officially unofficial.
happy (belated) easter everyone.
so with christ dying and coming back to life and stuff, he probably didn't have a will. he wouldn't need one since he can still take care of business. i don't have a will either, and if something were to happen to me, i'd want the right person to take proper care of russell. so, i hereby use this blog to officially declare my unofficial will:
upon marlo's [heroic] death, the following shall happen:
if you want anything of mine, speak now or forever hold your peace. ¶ 11:14 PM 1 comments
so with christ dying and coming back to life and stuff, he probably didn't have a will. he wouldn't need one since he can still take care of business. i don't have a will either, and if something were to happen to me, i'd want the right person to take proper care of russell. so, i hereby use this blog to officially declare my unofficial will:
upon marlo's [heroic] death, the following shall happen:
- immediate family will get my savings (parents 50%, bro/sis 25% each)
- dad will get my mini
- melody will take care of russell (she's got good stuffed friends that he can hang out with)
- remaining belongings will be sorted/distributed by immediate family (donations are highly encouraged)
- cancel marlo's 4 credit cards, nysc membership and cell phone
- marlo will be cremated
- everyone marlo knew at any point in time is invited to the funeral party
- no one can wear black to the funeral unless its an unbearably sexy outfit or a panda suit
- the funeral will have a DJ spinning my favorite playlists on my iTunes or iPod
if you want anything of mine, speak now or forever hold your peace. ¶ 11:14 PM 1 comments
2.28.2008
ugh.
he works a lot and often forgets to let me know that he's thinking about me. he used to email me everyday, and if he couldn't get to a computer, he'd send me a text. but his emails became sparse and then vacant.
he cries a bit. never in public, but especially after watching a good chick flick. CHICK FLICK! i find this odd because he hardly has the patience to watch an entire movie without getting terribly bored and fidgety. his dvd drawers are overflowing with movies like "coyote ugly" and "honey" and "pretty woman" and "what a girl wants". he tends to shy away from the darker, more intense movies or my favorite movies.
he makes me feel weird, and not in a good way. ok, i admit it. i'm not exactly the squarest cube in the ice tray. but every odd thing i do, he points out. and he makes fun of me. i tell him i don't like it when he makes me feel odd, but he rubs it in even further. i'm not laughing.
he's 30, and i'm 24. unavoidable generation gap. and my mom called him out on being old.
he's very self-conscious. he won't ever buy anything for himself in front of me because he doesn't want to choose ugly things in my presence. and he won't let me choose things for him because we don't see eye-to-eye on personal tastes. this makes it extremely difficult to shop together.
he never tells me what he's thinking or how he's feeling. it's like i'm trying to open a sealed tin can with a plastic spoon. he also prefers to see me smiling and bubbly, which this blog proves i'm not always that.
he eats really fast and has the finest english manners. this does not mix well with my slower-than-molasses eating technique where i refuse to eat pizza with a knife and fork. and, he likes gin.
when he sleeps, he moves around a bit. like he's not comfortable around me. he likes to be spooned too, and that does not work in marlo's sleeping rules for dummies book. 60% he spoons, 5% i spoon, 35% apart. and most importantly, he doesn't like having russell in bed.
ugh.
we spent president's day weekend together in england. we spent a lot of time in his natural habitat, and i got to see and experience how he lived. he also took me out to the english countryside and the streets of london where we explored unknown territory together. i enjoyed my time very much, but i realized that we're not as compatible as i thought we were. i ended our relationship and all communication with him at the end of the trip. i still can't really feel my fingers.
yea, sure there are negative parts to him, but sometimes i think i am just looking for a way out of this long distance relationship. the weird part is, i know i can look past most of the things i complained about. in fact, i love the fact that he's so different than me and that we have our "lost in translation" moments. it's probably why we are so attracted to each other.
i can't look past the russell in bed thing, though. that's unforgivable.
so what if russell humps ian's arm while he sleeps. a panda's got needs. ¶ 12:08 AM 2 comments
he cries a bit. never in public, but especially after watching a good chick flick. CHICK FLICK! i find this odd because he hardly has the patience to watch an entire movie without getting terribly bored and fidgety. his dvd drawers are overflowing with movies like "coyote ugly" and "honey" and "pretty woman" and "what a girl wants". he tends to shy away from the darker, more intense movies or my favorite movies.
he makes me feel weird, and not in a good way. ok, i admit it. i'm not exactly the squarest cube in the ice tray. but every odd thing i do, he points out. and he makes fun of me. i tell him i don't like it when he makes me feel odd, but he rubs it in even further. i'm not laughing.
he's 30, and i'm 24. unavoidable generation gap. and my mom called him out on being old.
he's very self-conscious. he won't ever buy anything for himself in front of me because he doesn't want to choose ugly things in my presence. and he won't let me choose things for him because we don't see eye-to-eye on personal tastes. this makes it extremely difficult to shop together.
he never tells me what he's thinking or how he's feeling. it's like i'm trying to open a sealed tin can with a plastic spoon. he also prefers to see me smiling and bubbly, which this blog proves i'm not always that.
he eats really fast and has the finest english manners. this does not mix well with my slower-than-molasses eating technique where i refuse to eat pizza with a knife and fork. and, he likes gin.
when he sleeps, he moves around a bit. like he's not comfortable around me. he likes to be spooned too, and that does not work in marlo's sleeping rules for dummies book. 60% he spoons, 5% i spoon, 35% apart. and most importantly, he doesn't like having russell in bed.
ugh.
we spent president's day weekend together in england. we spent a lot of time in his natural habitat, and i got to see and experience how he lived. he also took me out to the english countryside and the streets of london where we explored unknown territory together. i enjoyed my time very much, but i realized that we're not as compatible as i thought we were. i ended our relationship and all communication with him at the end of the trip. i still can't really feel my fingers.
yea, sure there are negative parts to him, but sometimes i think i am just looking for a way out of this long distance relationship. the weird part is, i know i can look past most of the things i complained about. in fact, i love the fact that he's so different than me and that we have our "lost in translation" moments. it's probably why we are so attracted to each other.
i can't look past the russell in bed thing, though. that's unforgivable.
so what if russell humps ian's arm while he sleeps. a panda's got needs. ¶ 12:08 AM 2 comments
1.25.2008
maybe not.
i just got back from work trips to chicago and colorado. it was a great trip filled with productive work, family, old friends, snowboarding, and new friends. however, whenever i come back from these trips and return to my luxurious round bed, i feel a bit sad.
question: why was i so happy during this trip and why am i so unhappy when i return home?
it's weird, you know. i didn't want to leave for this trip in the first place. i had so much to do at work, and so much more to do before i could begin to be ready for this trip. i was so comfortable at home. but now that the trip has past and was successful, i didn't want to leave. i used to thrive at leaving my comfort zone, but now i just dread it. i don't understand... me.
i see some of my friends and how they're so happy with their lives. it makes me jealous. i don't necessarily want their lives, but i want their feelings of happiness and contentment.
i have an answer to my question. answer: when i'm on trips, i'm running away from all my negative feelings.
ugh. i need to learn how to be happy with what i have and to stop taking advantage of all my blessings. arrghhhh... ¶ 10:14 PM 1 comments
question: why was i so happy during this trip and why am i so unhappy when i return home?
it's weird, you know. i didn't want to leave for this trip in the first place. i had so much to do at work, and so much more to do before i could begin to be ready for this trip. i was so comfortable at home. but now that the trip has past and was successful, i didn't want to leave. i used to thrive at leaving my comfort zone, but now i just dread it. i don't understand... me.
i see some of my friends and how they're so happy with their lives. it makes me jealous. i don't necessarily want their lives, but i want their feelings of happiness and contentment.
i have an answer to my question. answer: when i'm on trips, i'm running away from all my negative feelings.
ugh. i need to learn how to be happy with what i have and to stop taking advantage of all my blessings. arrghhhh... ¶ 10:14 PM 1 comments
