tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21948707759244774062024-03-04T22:47:36.008-08:00Girl In Your WorldMy way of talking to the worldCubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-29008421611893682752012-10-26T16:33:00.000-07:002012-10-26T16:49:05.823-07:00Are Men Turning into Women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was in the pediatric clinic last week and saw this cute little boy getting his check up. The doctor took his pants off to describe his body parts, "this is your testicle, it's what makes you a boy." As I stare at the ceiling wondering if that is what really makes him a boy, a guy, or a man? We grew up with knowledge that a boy has a penis and a girl has a vagina and boobs, but does that really define our gender? I thought the testosterone in a guy would make him dominant, emotionless, and in control, whereas a women's estrogen would render her helpless and emotional. Scientifically this would be correct, but reality have shat over years of delicate research.</div>
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So as a women I know that we want what we can't have, and we play hard to get, but why are men doing it these days. There is this guy that I don't pay much attention to, and because of that he was trying to get my attention. I thought he was nice and thoughtful, so I decided to be nice and pay some attention to him, I don't want to give him all of it because I do have a lover. Once I give that boy an ounce of attention, he started acting obnoxious, so I decided to ignore it and go on with my own business, after all I was just being nice. After ignoring him for a couple of days, he kept annoying me with messages and phone calls to the point that I just had enough of all this nonsense. I have a lover back home and I'm a busy women, but this man begins to talk to me like the same way a desperate women would talk to an unattainable man. I swear it was like talking to one my girlfriends trying to pour her feelings out. I was wondering if it was the island that makes people go crazy, so I decided to test this out with another man. There is this other guy, very tall and buff, pretty good looking. Same thing happened, except less annoying. He would only notice me if I don't give a crap, but if i give one ounce of crap, he would act like he don't care. To me this is just funny, childish crap that teenage girls play all the time. I wouldn't say I'm mad, but intrigue that society has label our gender based on organs where in fact everybody don't even play the part.</div>
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I decided to be a gentleWOMEN and break it down to the woMEN, that I am very busy and focus, and don't have time for such games. I realize by saying that, hormones were flying left to right, phone calls, messages, and all that crazy jazz that a usual woman would do to a man who just broke her heart, but I nevertheless remain calm and emotionless, and ignore everything. As I was changing out of my scrub, I looked in the mirror and realize something wasn't right. I may have thick eyeliners, well-defined eye brows, luscious wavy hair, and a victory secret bra underneath my scrubs, but I don't feel like a women. Can it be possible that I have turned into a man and not realize it?? </div>
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Hey everybody, this past few weeks have been very stressful. I have exams and projects due from left to right. Medical school and Business school are totally killing me and sucking every energy out of my little body. It was so bad to the point that I was able to create weird ass scenarios about what would happen if I failed. For example, during the week of our microbiology lab exam, me and bunch of students were waiting for our turn to perform the procedure in front of the professor. My friends and I got one point taken away for asking the professor to clarify something on the exam. One point may not seem like a big deal, but when you are at the moment of the exam, it means the world to you. Some weird sequential ideas started forming in my head: "oh shiet, one point loss means more points loss, more points loss means failing microbiology lab, which leads to failing microbiology, and that means failing medical school. If I fail medical school I will end up living with my parents, and they will have every control over my life including who I will marry. Since my parents love retarded guys, they will set me up with someone retarded. Then me and this retarded person will have retarded kids name ching chong chang kong wong. Do you want a retarded kid name Ching Chong Chang Kong Wong??" After that nasty thought, my heart started racing in the speed of light, my hands trembling, my eyes were wide open, and it felt like a train was coming towards me and my foot was caught in the cracks of the rail road track. I then realize this was a classic symptom of a panic attack, I walked towards the corner to compose myself, I kept repeating back and forth that maybe a retarded kid wouldn't be so bad. As the professors called our names, my partner and I went to face our doom. Luckily, he was brave enough to start the procedure first while I keep my heart rate and whatever vital sign under control. I started looking for alternative scenarios, and the best one I came up with is: "If I fail I will just shit my pants in front of everyone so that no one, not even a fugly retard would want to marry me, and then I wouldn't have a retarded kid name Ching Chong Chang Kong Wong." After my partner was done with his procedure, I did my procedure and was happy to say we got a 90 percent :).</div>
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After the success of my micro lab I was feeling really good about myself, I think I might give birth to a smart kid name Lucas that will go to Harvard. I went home and check my "todo list," I have a behavioral science exam on Friday and Business Finance final on Saturday. I also have three or four essays for business school due in two days and it was Tuesday, and I can feel Lucas disappearing from my head, and that scary ass retarded kid entering my brain. I decided to study for behavioral science, but my mind wasn't on the subject, I was busy thinking about what sexual position will my parents make me do with the retarded guy they will set me up with since they will have every control over my life if I fail. Then I look up at facebook and saw an article my friend was reading. The article was about this beautiful eighteen year old Japanese girl in Singapore who committed suicide after she realize she failed her exams. I was curious and decided to look her up and found her blog. Apparently, she failed an important exam which prevented her from getting into one of those prestigious schools in Singapore. A lot of people were commenting saying stuff like "if you fail it isn't the end of the world, there are other things out there, you shouldn't have taken you life." I was utterly shock because my friends think that I go through the extreme for an exam (retarded kid and controlled sex life), but this Japanese girl takes it to another level. I find this very intriguing, so I kept reading about her. It looks like she has a normal, healthy social life with her friends, so it's obvious that after she failed her exams, her friends are there to support her. It's also obvious that her friends would say stuff like "oh it's just an exam don't let it run your life, there are better things out there." Therefore it is a waste of time for these weird blog reader to be commenting stuff that this girl has probably heard a billion trillion times. Her blog shows that she was a very intelligent well spoken girl with impeccable beauty, which is why I can't stop thinking about her. I look down on my notes and notice something that Dr. B said in lecture. My eyes were fixed to the word "Learned Helplessness," where in experimental trials rats were constantly given negative stimuli such as shocks and were not allow to avoid and escape the stimulus. As a result, the rats became depress and unresponsive, however if these rats were given antidepressant, they will continue to look for an escape. I look up at her picture and stare into her eyes, and felt her story streaming through my head. I felt her pain, her agony, and her anxiety, the thought that your constantly trying but no matter how hard you try you don't make it. It's really sad, makes me wonder what if this girl was given antidepressant, would that have helped her, would that have motivated her to keep on trying despite the odds? It also made me wonder if antidepressant does keep these rats motivated, would one of the rats be smart enough to devise an escape route. For example, that rat would be like, if the scientist comes back and opens the little door, let's jump and attack him so we can get out of here. Hmmm, I guess we should not take those little chemicals in our brain for granted, it is after all what keeps us motivated despite the constant torture that life puts on us.</div>
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I took my behavioral science exam and felt pretty lame, how can I not know when a girl has her first period, and yet I was very knowledgeable about when a guy experience his first ejaculation. I'm sure it wasn't embarrassing when I kept pestering my classmates for the answer on that question, sometimes I have to understand that once an exam is over, it's over you can't make anymore changes. For some strange reason I keep thinking I have these magical powers that can magically transform the answers on the scantron. After finding out a girl starts her period around 11, I felt bad for choosing 12, maybe because it's closer to when I have my period. My doctor did say I was a late bloomer, and this exam does no justice to my self-esteem. It didn't matter, what's done is done, since I have no telepathic powers to change the answers on my scantron, I decided to concentrate on my business final. I haven't been studying for that final like I was suppose to, and I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I only needed 30 percent on the exam to past the course. I told myself straight up not to procrastinate because my future depends on it. Here is how I study for the dreaded business exam: 1)went to the bathroom and took a one hours shit because I want have a clear bowel before studying this. finance is a hard subject you can't take that shiet for granted. 2) talk to friends on facebook for 3 hours. My girl is going through guy trouble, I can't leave her hanging that's wrong 3) took two hours to cook something and eat it, you can't study on an empty stomach 3) took another one hour shiet, remember clear bowel equals to clear mind 4) jump on the bed for one hour, I have to keep my heart beat up and the adrenaline going so I can be motivated and energize when I study 5) Brew the tea, I love to study with earl grey, it's the bomb 6) drink earl grey while watching some reality tv show for an hour. I gotta keep my brain active before studying, and tv does the trick.</div>
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After all that I decided to sit down and study, and the only thing I wrote was: D1/(sr-g), and I have no freaken clue what that means. I look at the time and was like, damn I think I should just go to bed, it's late and nothing is absorbing in my head. The next day I went to take my exam, and the whole time I was like "wtf, wtf, wtf," then I slowly calm myself down and started actually talking to myself: "Hilda you know this material, you worked hard on this, remember all the time you took during break rushing to finish your homework half hour before it was due. Remember those spread sheet projects that you were doing during microbiology lab while waiting for the professor to let you go. Don't forget those essays you wrote while you were on the toilet pushing Mr. Hankey out, you can do it!!!" Well my lazy ass manage to get a 46 percent on the final, and I think I past the course with an 82 percent. My parents call to ask how I did on my business final and this was our conversation:</div>
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mom: wtf is wrong with you, I have a degree in finance and I expect you to do way better than that</div>
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me: Ching Chong Chang Kong Wong</div>
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After my stress full week, I decided to catch up on some charity work called Value MD. Value MD was a life saver for me. It's a forum dedicated for potential medical students who want to learn more information about offshore medical school. After failing the MCAT verbal a bunch of times, I remember all my friends and family told me to give up on being a doctor. They said stuff like "maybe it's not meant to be, not everyone can be doctors," I remember how hurtful those words were, but luckily this forum contains offshore medical students with a lot of information about these schools. These students are dedicated in helping other achieve their goals in becoming physicians. They provided me with a lot of vital information and advice about going to these school. Now that I am one of those students who securely made it to a medical school, I decided to dedicate my time in helping other pre-med students get into a medical school. I also offer my insight and advice on how to study and what to look out for. People always ask me why I waste my time on the forum, well I have my reasons and this is the main one. We all know that Einstein once failed math in third grade, and yet he manage to become one of the most influential people in the science world. Well what if we have one of those late bloomer idiot pre-med students who wasn't that smart in undergrad, but have the potential to discover the cure for cancer or HIV. Unfortunately, he decided not to pursue medical school because his stupid friends and family told him he wouldn't make it. Now we lose out on someone who can create a cure for cancer, and my future son who might have cancer will lose out on the treatment, and I will blame you mother fuckers for that. I said to myself, hell no, we are not going to lose out on someone who can potentially discover a cure for cancer or even HIV. Let's say I provided encouragement to this undergraduate pre-medical student who did shietty in his mcat or fucked up his GPA because he was a fucken late bloomer. Through my encouragement and insight he or she will take on the offshore medical school and become a doctor. During medical school he will probably turn smart for some reason because the brain works in mysterious ways, and he might end up creating a cure for cancer. Years later my son or someone I love is diagnose with cancer, but thank god that kid went to medical school and discovered a cure. Then my kid or someone I love is cure from cancer, and I can live my happy life. Moral of the story is I will not let you mother fuckers mess up cancer treatment all because you have no fucken faith in others becoming a doctor. </div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-37871248817520744792012-04-29T15:06:00.000-07:002012-04-29T15:06:10.874-07:00A New Beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey everybody sorry for my absence in the blogging world. I
checked my blogger stats and was surprise to see that everybody still check for my updates. I felt horrible for leaving everyone waiting with
anticipation. I told myself to stop blogging during med school because of the
course load, but I realize that I can’t stop blogging. It’s horrible to know
that there’s so much going on in life, but no one to share it with. I realize
how much I miss blogging and talking to all my readers that I decided to start updating
again, and replying to everyone else. You guys probably wonder what happen to
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Before jumping in the plane to an <st1:place w:st="on">Island</st1:place>
that I have no idea about, I remember eating lunch with my friends and family. Everyone
has warned me about the consequences of living in an island. I receive one of
the most outrageous warnings such as cannibals lurking in every corner waiting
to devour tourists to acidic hurricane that can burn ashes through your skin. I
didn’t take any of these warning seriously, after all they came from old Asian
people trying to imitate the wise old man with the long white beard. Well I
believe wisdom comes from experience not from age old philosophy or trying to
act wise. I ignore all their warnings and hop onto the plane to my destination,
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When I arrive to the island, I stupidly looked around to check
if there were any actual cannibals, but thank god there weren't. The island was
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Hurricane Katrina. Part of me was extremely frighten and kept repeating "go home, and listen to the wise man pretending to have the long white beard." but the curious part of me screams “yay Jacky Chan Adventures.” Walking
around the island was like walking in those shady allies of <st1:city w:st="on">Bangkok</st1:city>. I had to pretend that I was a ninja or Jacky Chan searching for criminal masterminds behind those rusty doors in order to suppress my fears and anxiety. I was curious as to what I was getting myself into. A billion questions were spinning around my head like: what can I possibly learn in this place? Will I get kidnap and be sold as a sex slave? Are there such things as cannibals?</div>
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The wise man and my friends warn me that knowledge and experience should be gain at known territories, like your own home. However, I was too compelled to explore beyond the little world I have in California. As time goes by, maybe two semester later, this underdeveloped island kind of grew on me. I was not afraid of the allies or the locals anymore, I walked down the streets alone and with confidence, maybe because of my trusty pepper spray. I lived in Boston before, where everyone walks around with a deadline and no one cares to stop to smile or lend a helping hand. The vagabonds were always hiding somewhere behind the busy Boston streets hoping to snag some poor ladies' purse. In the island, the locals are different, they were always eager to help and to brighten up your day. Everyone knows everyone so it's kind of difficult to get away with murder. I wasn't use to the welcoming atmosphere because of the mean streets from the east coast, but I eventually gave in to the island's charm.</div>
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As for the medical school, it became a blessing in disguise. I remember in the US, the teachers emphasize on whether a students is born with the academic gift or not. They praise gifted students and tell regular or failing students to give up on their dreams. I guess that is why a lot of determined students from my old undergrad institute gave up on becoming a pharmacist or a dentist. It's all because of the nice little word from the school counselor that they should not waste their time. Fortunately, the teaching style in the island was completely different. We experience something called "tough love", where professors actually push you to work harder, and to keep your dreams alive. They grill you with questions that only a pH.D level candidate or an establish MD can answer. All you can do is try to logic it out and hope you get it right or close to right so you don't get humiliated in class. At first, the humiliation seems very unsettling, but at the end it helps you realize that a dream is worth fighting for. I notice that a lot of students here are eager to become physicians no matter the cause. Some have to strive harder due to academic difficulties, but they still didn't give up, and that right there deserve a million respect. Unlike the US institution where an F means failure in life, here in the island, an F means to "fight" harder for your dream.</div>
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<br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxDR_dYqNBD4thmuryINdOPlPguiQpJ_yrmWdk4zxhyphenhyphenSEUdFEBiVOfC2dEDJII1L0H6fIPhknX3nqvVgFxlD-SvLhbEulLWlY_jgyzm0GS9MoZW1lGVRomod8UZIF4X6AlF1Lr5sD6NN7/s1600/rabbit+and+cupcake.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxDR_dYqNBD4thmuryINdOPlPguiQpJ_yrmWdk4zxhyphenhyphenSEUdFEBiVOfC2dEDJII1L0H6fIPhknX3nqvVgFxlD-SvLhbEulLWlY_jgyzm0GS9MoZW1lGVRomod8UZIF4X6AlF1Lr5sD6NN7/s400/rabbit+and+cupcake.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641963727949453170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">As I lay down flat on my semi-clean carpet, I gazed straight up at the ceiling overwhelm with the thought that I have to pack for my trip back to Texas. My clothes were scattered all over the floor creating a pile exemplifying Mt Everest. Soda cans, beer bottles, and cups of tea were left rotting on my expensive shiny hard wood desk. It's a shame that I spent the whole summer imitating the useless couch potato/bum wasting the days in my room staring at the lighting on the ceiling. It's 2 am in the morning and I only have a couple of hours to pack all my clothes, make up, hair product, accessories, electronics, and shoes. I definitely need two extra days to pack whatever mess I have, but for some reason I'm not concerned about the shortage of time caused by my useless procrastination. I'm too busy fixated on connecting the dots between the cascade of lights shimmering on the ceiling. As I close my eyes in this dimly lit room, I drifted off in a multi-dimensional state traveling back in time where the plane landed late at night towards Oakland California, which marks the beginning of my summer vacation in cali.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBsvNZ2sok3mo9e5KQJKVFJQ5RCVhL7-Dybu-5526UVjv5mTs7Do55ocpJybNmnzC62-ZpwKJGWno_PX44ruH-O5ynWgWcVZi0N2B4ep0hyx7tGtSp6Em7pmSMY_d_eCJpPh7T5fO0Zqy-/s400/close+up+bird.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was quite a refreshing change, going from hot humid Texas to the cool crisp night of California, but the morning, evening, and afternoon were dreadfully hot minus the humidity. On the way home, I was forming a "to do" list in my head, hoping to accomplish the world this summer. Unfortunately, I could barely accomplish anything during my stay. The first thing I did, was turn on my computer and check facebook. Facebook has became a habit and an addiction for me, it was a way for me to talk to the world. I look through my facebook messages and notice a message from the past. Two years ago, I was suppose to meet someone for dinner, but never seem to get the chance due to my busy schedule. Now that I'm free, I shall take the time to meet this person. I had an awsome lunch date with him, he turned out to be an amazing friend and a mentor to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqG_KMaM2ui88D1WiRlMrRBWljdD_NqdPqC37ejXvPrknGsAqwBmrz-5TwlkriUxFOfgxzjdU6zhzjDgMd97r4UHzkIWdBWYtCj79CGwNR_ITZ1r3qI_QGDawqUNhQlDTbBNdoKvLSvyjI/s400/minnie+mouse.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It makes me wonder why people would delete their facebook accounts. People often complain that facebook elicit unnecessary drama and leaks too much information out to strangers. In the past, yes, facebook was too public, but now there are new features that allow us to choose what we want others to know and what we want to be left private. In addition facebook is a major tool for us to meet new people without leaving the comfort of our own home. What can I say, I met one of my future medical school classmates in my pajamas while staring at the tv. If it weren't for facebook or any chat forums, I would had to pack my bags, and fly to different states in the US, and ask for any students who are going to the same school that I will be going to. This would take forever, and by the time I meet someone, school would have started. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeGZQFPIQCKB1iZ7fnd9NIUrWQwcr_JZoE_59DskIQhrCRjzQu8mVQmora01FpQjXE84KNoc1qZZz3d5iMK9ZHDOYznoRz85IiUMrSgcc1153KTwJP1gYHd9N4vdXubuhU7P2rBlY_3Xn/s400/flower+in+bowl.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I flip through everyone's page, I was so excited to see that all my friends have wonderful plans for the summer and are not stuck at home like me. My facebook addiction continues as I chat with my friends, unfortunately, I had to cut my chat short to visit family friends. I miss visiting childhood friends, they are the people who you grew up and do stupid things with. I know that life is about a long journey, and a lot of times you tend to steer off in a distance doing your own thing, leaving your friends and family behind, but it's great to come together once in awhile to catch up on things. I was excited to meet them, I can't wait to reunite and share stories about our lives and experiences. But the happy image and thoughts I had in my head did not go the way I planned. I was shock to find out that everyone has change to the point of making snarky, jealous comments about me. The conversation was very discouraging and rude, I couldn't believe I was once friends with them. Their smurky, arrogant attitude reeks havoc everywhere, but I nevertheless focus on the time we had when we were young laughing, smiling, and playing little games in the forest during a sunset that reflects dim blueish violet color light on a field of roses. Now that life has changed us, the memories of friendship, hugs, kisses, and the idea of never leaving each other's side had all disappear and reformed into hate and jealousy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhyphenhyphen5WtFOQgX1VRAlhO3RQT5u-5etETkn5Hp0cb-IBjAYfxh68xSJSmZPNe3-3Hgj6pfaGXPtBllZxpGS5oWIHh5nPrB6WbDfHp8PXxU2jUVP0xCafT7Jtt8Xpoh9A6BgARBBJ3DndiUEx/s400/tuxchewingbone.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I came back, holding on to old memories and selectively dumping the new ones, but nevertheless glad to know that everyone is doing fine despite the malevolent comments. I came back with a semi-bittersweet smile, but immediately turned pure sugar sweet when my dog ran inside the house. His bear-like claws clamped onto my shoulders as his wolfish, shabby figure greeted by his friendly slobbers made me realize that I have another childhood friends that actually loves and adores me. Then I notice his neck, it was constantly cocked to one side. I was extremely worry about my four-legged friend, that I took him to the vet the following day. The doctor diagnosed him with an ear infection, his ears had clumps of wax and fox tail stuck in there. They had to keep him in the hospital for a couple of hours to extract the fox tail and clumps of wax. It took forever to put my dog in the cage, he was scared and unfortunately fast at the same time, resulting in many failed attempts in closing the cage door. After one successful attempt, the vet and the techs were relief, but I felt guilty. He kept barking and howling as I walk away, leaving me with a trail of guilt. Then again if his ears were left infected, it could perforate his ear drum, leaving him deaf and unable to hear the beautiful sound of life again. I had to hold my strength and walk out of petsmart with my head held high that I'm doing the right thing so my dog will not be deaf.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rFVHxVQ0qOHlTTwQy0cjHRMeSc8jr7HhjSNQ2SL3-pXWPKXglB0GQ9RLKvj0SiQ2IKGZakXUMGnu_HyvZFX1pbAPHdO7uPjXpibf5eALNoFCeIcPcJRQjb3cRhFYxfWwG6bWQ6M_sF8s/s400/green+tea.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After a few hours, I picked up my dog, and notice that the poor thing could hardly walk. He was extremely tired from the anesthesia so I had to carry his 60 pound dog ass to the car. I finally made it home, and when I took a glimpse at the back seat, I notice the poor thing was too tire to even care that we're home. I gave out a huge sigh, and open the car door, and once again had to use my whole strength and drag him from the car to the garage, and into the house. I accidentally stepped on one of his squeaky toys and woke him up from his nap. he instantly open his eyes, stand up, and wagged his tail at the speed of light. He grabbed his squeeky toy and spun in circles hoping that I will play with him. Little did he know, I was boiling inside, "I can't believe you are actually awake now, I had to drag your fat ass from petsmart to the car, and from the car to the house, what do you have to say for yourself." He had his head down sadly with one eyes open with a very apologetic look. I can't stay mad at my dog for a long time, he has a way of making me forget. I turned my direction towards the tv, hoping that something good will be on. I look back at my dog and notice he was fighting the anesthesia effects on his body. He was trying to stay awake so he can play with his toys, but his eyes have a mind of their own. They were slowly closing while he bravely fight his war, but eventually lost. His body gave in quickly and he sadly collapse on the carpet and fall soundly asleep. I can't help but peacefully smile as I place a light blanket on top of his exhausted body. I decided to stay in the house for the day to take care of him and to review some material for school. I received some awsome text message, an invite to San Francisco Japan town with all my friends :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABrOB2w_PCYk5j2D4mmWwqbOqjqOi9xFKSTwMsoQnbIqPvZkuJejk0OcASjqZPUN9FaMAtTrUREVpqC8rjWayoRGVsW_7WhkoXsyWfFlC4-TeC9YbqDGCehNc4o-rFSmdN3BLo82mJuWk/s400/clay+of+goodies.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8Jv9VGTgNSssMBLOCAD_K3Bw95J2VueeP_GaU_C0WelPjsXn6rp89a-L3oUVX7jnfvONCw_ZNQ4UCoeaHhKOucAJ1G4SI79ibzbmG-4V8djrmGB4w0ydunkC583TseO4RiDMjlR9ZiqK/s400/heart+clay.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The next day, I checked on my dog to make sure he was fine. Afterwards, I head off to my friends' place preparing for a fun trip to SF. We made our way to Japan town and witness an anime festival with little shops everywhere. One of the shops caught my attention,they were selling these little clay deserts/food mini sculptures. These clay look so adorable and life-like that it's extremely tempting to eat them. I end up buying two phone charm and a friendship necklace. I hope I don't get hungry and eat them. I can tell that the artist is very meticulous about details, it's impressive that she made these little delicious looking clay sculptures all on her own. I can't keep my eyes off of them, but I had to, so I wouldn't lose my friends among the crowded streets. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneySiH4BOjOAnf9P8WSWwg-ioiXQ6xD0errd6erd6wV9FcJOLBk1Vb6IPNRf3mdi7ceyGzWrkXSEG3BtKawnENCezrzHhcHtMvjFM9dvkAjusZnpydktva24cpDYqbsNHSwOmqE4Hl1iP/s400/bowl+of+salad.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My friends and I made our way towards some of the stores. As I'm walking around the stores, gazing and touching all the merchandise, I can't help but feel like I'm in a different universe. I guess maybe because I'm not that knowledgeable about the Japanese culture, but I always find it very fascinating how Japan is one of the most "talked about" cultures in the US. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGqhPxbg4r9hVbSTdlLtv4iJLO7ucdGXzLvtv08VGovJI9LlqqLLWzUEXMSLFIcqlEJOL486BhMnTRC6hLyN1FP8lDajGwJ0_4I4L1oLgmfjVyZ7o2n3caWAmFcILX8zu2ef1Qmgk4XeI/s400/threecuteanimals.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then again once you take off your costume, you are back in realty where everything is what it is. But either way, I'm glad to have awsome friends who are on the same boat as me, dreading life's obligations and expectations. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvQ82VAMY9S-uoIyHynPXpJ9A1deDV99qMTD4SsUQIRmz4bmND_jboELLFVZ6w3fYfnMJCjW46yIuMo0gqDEBmykwCcWkjDtogOVqTwxeXWMqFQlRf9Q3uKSgd6fZiqgXwu55Qw4skBNu/s400/group+pictures+sf.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I suddenly opened my eyes, and notice it's 5 am in the morning and I only have a couple of hours to pack all my crap in the luggage. I rushed around like a chicken with her head cut off and barely got everything packed. My parents drove me to the airport as I sat behind the car thinking about all my friends and how much I love them. As I stare at the clouds, I notice a swarm of birds in the sky, oh how I envy their freedom to fly and go wherever they want. Then I look at myself sadly sitting behind two adults who desire and lust for strong dominant control over my life. I fear that my parents' obsession over me could turn into something incestuous, that is why I'm thankful for my trip to Texas to visit my fiance, and my education in another country. My dad ask me for the boarding time, I looked at my boarding past, and it says 4, but I told him 3. He got to the airport, nearly too late for anyone who had to board at 3. He had a grin on his face with high hopes that I don't make it to Texas, but little did he know, I made a big fat lie. As I grab my luggage and place it on the cart, I looked back, and realize that even though they are very damaged people, but whether I like it or not, they are my parents. Hopefully time and distance will get rid of everything disgusting and taboo. I'm willing to suffer and work through everything with them due to the fact that I will never forget the good old days when we were poor and had to work hard together in hopes that one day we could live a better life.</div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-41351918288588048162011-08-09T23:17:00.000-07:002011-08-10T18:59:31.572-07:00Asians Breaking into the Industry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpny3HEmCvo_Dw865PRMawZHx9zNns1x5Ws5kfilEx-QU2j8sm0ZdnSfJn13Sn5naPXBQp2gcg-yEilDl2B2lww1pCKMAszzofQt2wvszVmj91o-yFTda0mub__0Qucy9YkYIW66jsYr3/s1600/P1000038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpny3HEmCvo_Dw865PRMawZHx9zNns1x5Ws5kfilEx-QU2j8sm0ZdnSfJn13Sn5naPXBQp2gcg-yEilDl2B2lww1pCKMAszzofQt2wvszVmj91o-yFTda0mub__0Qucy9YkYIW66jsYr3/s400/P1000038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639185470072958482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Before youtube, talent and passion were nowhere to be found in the equation. The definition of an "artist" was someone who is attractive and is acquainted with big industry folks. Therefore, leaving so many artist with potential to inspire sadly unnoticed. This dilemma was common among Asian artist whose soft-spoken timid stereotypical personality have rendered them helpless and defeated despite their great talent and work ethics. It was so rare to find Asian artists in the big screen to the point that if we were fortunate enough to find one, the normal response would be to rush towards our laptops, and anxiously search for his or her identity. Fortunately, that was just the past, and the future provides us with new opportunities through the phenomenon of youtube. This time, fame is not about having a hot booty or who you know, it's about what you can bring to the table. Thanks to Youtube, Asian artists can now be judge for their work, talent, and passion. This ultimately leads to the rise in well-known individuals or groups such as: Wongfu productions, Kevin Jumba, Niga Higa, Jason Chen, and of course the upcoming talent</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJ7LZbiYuru3Nj-4vv9Y_VM0YmED_CUB4T3gP0u5bD951mRa46av42Qwxe_mkaCGVQVFtVc8AggHWxlRPaAvFPbHCbmoh8DC4nVTlcqWfBgNiDaG4Mgc4WHc2hSt9K0Bs4PF1qX6ZHaRT/s400/225774_620609342021_28000918_33636957_4980925_n.jpg" /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The beautiful, humble, and yet sensational Kina Granis on the left and upcoming music and film artist Brian Lee on the right.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I ask Brian for his opinion about the future for Asians-American in the industry. He gave me a very informative idea of what we should expect in the future: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>“<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333">I feel that YouTube has been the "go-to platform" for not just Asian-Americans who want to display their talent, but for all people who share an interest in sharing their passion and love for the craft they do.</span></span></i></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Yes, Asian-Americans have been typecast in the Entertainment Industry. Before the time of Bruce Lee, Asian-Americans were never shown on screen, but now we've been typecast as kung-fu warriors, asian mafia (triads), or the comedy factor.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Granted all of that, I'm starting to see more incorporating of Asian actors into roles, but there is still no sign of Asian-Americans being cast into a leading role unless a film is of Asian-American Interest<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>One of the pioneering actors is Ken Jeong from the Hangover series. He's really funny, but he gets typecast into being the same character in every movie even in Transformers:Dark of the Moon<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>YouTube does however allow for social commentary to be expressed that wouldn't usually be expressed otherwise. Look at Timothy De La Ghetto. He addresses issues of Asian American interest, but does so in a way that is funny, makes a point, but shouldn't be taken too seriously.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Also, the pool of Asian-American talent is endless on YouTube. Singer/ Songwriters like David Choi, Kina Grannis, Jane Lui, and AJ Rafael along with many others have been able to breakthrough into different fan bases in different countries. That being said, Asian-American artists, especially on YouTube look to be accepted for just being "artists" without having to fit within a mold of being "Asian-American" because in the end, that's only a part of who "we" are."</i></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I was very impress with Brian's views about this whole concept, and with his permission I decided to show you:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>A True Artists at Work</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="BeLeeve- Shadow (Original)" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBmd0COc7_A&feature=feedu"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1wwdKgneBf8w-0l_cd4qgztB6HnFZ0V0jY0x-nyuwTG8DS0f9Aa35-cWwtTmt6AwIMOUI3d29xIbjhtGEQ1PSmMuXJLJlGoGSwBs2AFFhzL1sP8olpf5USjtCN1_tF4uyMVzy-Rj8OXw/s400/brian-guitar+acoustic.JPG" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Excellent guitar skills, meaningful eye contact, very melodic vocals, and dominant rapping skills. Don't believe me, I will just let the music speak for itself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; "><i> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBmd0COc7_A&feature=feedu">BeLeeve- Shadow (Original)</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="BeLeeve- Shadow (Original)" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="BeLeeve- Shadow (Original)" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "><i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK_HjTqPU8Y&feature=feedu"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJNyBMGPAHwj7BpPsFArVGW7XVO0k0yhoWVcUepFqAk0wyQGOYARTJXfuVzuTzVfZHC4wrl-Ji0B9TVUMA3mAP0ZYIFJnSvVp6Q4MFWNfr_cryecihLU2HVI_azsLyHJbiQZdJQOll7w-/s400/Brian-oneinamillion.JPG" /></a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>
<br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Call me Mr been there done that, top model chick to your every day hood rat. Less than all, but more than a few, but I never met one like you" ~</i>Neyo</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK_HjTqPU8Y&feature=feedu"><b><i>Ne-yo- One In A Million (Cover)</i></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>What changes do you think will take place for Asian-American Artist in the future? </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: normal; "> </span></div><p></p>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-66888342947206992182011-07-30T20:06:00.000-07:002011-07-30T21:55:41.797-07:00Women say one thing, but mean another<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2f_sSQErQZdw9vF3Nq56u42XAPkLKabklo_du2cabOZ0BmCF4Bggt7d_qpRs3JhLc2qs0YoqpapbGIaGItHg3zedevvScCstEHdFEFA1NB-Ls7kNqyNOMFG4r8SiYfuLKIM_joucj7Jv/s1600/138744-bigthumbnail.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2f_sSQErQZdw9vF3Nq56u42XAPkLKabklo_du2cabOZ0BmCF4Bggt7d_qpRs3JhLc2qs0YoqpapbGIaGItHg3zedevvScCstEHdFEFA1NB-Ls7kNqyNOMFG4r8SiYfuLKIM_joucj7Jv/s400/138744-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635349097847862178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">This probably sounds really cliche, but it's so damn true. Even as a woman, I can truly admit that at times I say one thing but mean another. For example, I tell my parents how smart they are all the time, when in fact we all know they are idiots. Whenever my lover talks to another girl, I reassure him that I'm not jealous, but I'm actually boiling inside. This whole cliche is understandable, it keeps everyone happy and lowers the level of drama in the house, but is it really acceptable when it comes picking the perfect man.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvrx82g-daGVLNbexSWUj5G4ZNwX62n6TZ7fUq9xnJDMD0WjtmxlzWOcj-6Tcxh9lbsIU8Ke6xqMD7U9v4ZJZMo1gyl8MepryfsUGceLJiUGOB8ilTZOEUybZYiSj0XxUSjPZR1ASilV1/s400/scene-girl-with-cupcake-001-cute-cupcakes-12089931-300-420.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">From the day we all graduated from school and enter the real world, we created a recipe of what we want in a man. A lot of my girlfriends all have the same ingredients (tall, handsome, charming, career-driven, rich, smart, sensitive, understanding, and funny) to create the perfect batch of cupcakes. Unfortunately, they all end up with everything opposite of what they wanted: short, ugly, disgusting, career that makes a dollar a day, stupid, mean, oblivious, and boring. I don't know whether to feel happy or lied to so I took the initiative to ask some of my girlfriends, "why go for something that is not your cup of tea?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbwr69ZTkKroX_qQitLq6jUx8ZkM797m8tCa9eWIBt8-k_Jbm1R2LMB9AamPpPswr3bN6xpIGMvPWOIrD4bI_e51ZrJZkJm97opHT6PZWXwxz7gJaDlkvys6N_hIwgUSm5IO4nUEyvyEk/s400/girls-drinking-coffee_cartoon.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The usual response is: "I can't find Mr. right, so might as well get whatever I can get." I felt sympathetic for them, juggling career, life, and trying to find the perfect man isn't an easy thing to do. I often wonder why it's so hard for them to find the qualities that they were looking for in the beginning, practically all my male friends have these qualities that are way better than the guys my friends were dating. This weird concept of settling plaques me because I don't believe in settling. I believe in "true love," and I know it shouldn't be that hard to find. Since this is only a one-sided story I decided to get some perspective from the other side.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUqWit-UBd96GyH8aarNWSECn7nZkV4LsDvvsyw6FxUDRgPBxKfDaIzqTcS4UUmarVriEPFQUzxqkKFxMQoIwAXnY7a8VrMYciHtNobnk4VBEOm1Si5wUTYiEuFQW-oegPaGqFaOsVZiC/s400/tuxmoon2.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I asked a couple of Mr. Rights and Mr. Perfect aka: "the proper ingredients," as to what they want in a girl. They all have the similar requirements: she must be cute and nice. There are other requirements, but cute and nice are the most sought after. I was like "you got to be kidding me, those type of girls are all around you," then again they're not. Apparently, these guys have made the initiative to talk to those girls with the written recipes, but were sadly rejected from the cupcake batch. I find it strange that Mr. Right and Mr. Perfect could be so harshly rejected whereas Mr. ugly and Mr. disgusting were promptly accepted. This really doesn't make sense, all this time I thought women wanted prince charming.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Does anyone out there wanna comment on this problem. As of now, I do not sympathize with any ladies out there claiming that they can't find Prince Charming, bull shiet</div></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-72309122249796680822011-07-23T14:46:00.000-07:002011-07-23T16:34:54.816-07:00Is Wine Tasting for the Birds??<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQyf6wrlGroj2WuLJIz-OZiS93me9H_APC9XOe2OUROJUS54BgoiNo2EDVrZNSokWYG2pJcgl43H6gsNTwtXduPPpuKbzv80z33zY9ZzOV7sk0yG6YPGm0jfwdI_uzZitJKoMoBVhsHOH/s1600/wine-bottle-cork-798403.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQyf6wrlGroj2WuLJIz-OZiS93me9H_APC9XOe2OUROJUS54BgoiNo2EDVrZNSokWYG2pJcgl43H6gsNTwtXduPPpuKbzv80z33zY9ZzOV7sk0yG6YPGm0jfwdI_uzZitJKoMoBVhsHOH/s400/wine-bottle-cork-798403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632670797217030770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">As a former bartender, I have to admit, there are times I wonder why people love alcohol so much. Aside from the fact that it looks colorful and sparkly, but alcohol taste bitter and acidic. It makes you feel crappy the next day, aka: hang over and vulnerable during a good buzz. And don't get me started about wine, I see rich folks crowding in Napa valley sipping their sauvignon cabernet or blancs, swirling their drink clockwise, and capturing every aroma that escape through the air. I did the exact same thing to every wine that they presented me and they all taste and smell the same. How in the world do these folks come up with these abstract description for each wine they tasted. Wine is so bitter to the point where I have to mix a good amount of my own saliva to block out the bitter taste.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGErpcfrqX_UaZOx9FugUHbL3OiLPJC_qJ3odm_Q8hpK5A4YYVHb8RRiYgxvwp9jQD60dhxyIt5TzYaOJFt3WwxnRTJtAHXmexu5RAToQ6lotXvjA4bIdBUzbbtfwicXY-S3Tx-P7ewtg/s400/White-wine.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I always hear these pretentious folks blabbering about how wine is an acquired taste. "Bull shiet!!" even I make the same arrogant comment to make myself appear well-informed and dignified, when in fact I want to puke. I know what the real purpose of wine tasting is for and I'm not afraid to blurt it out. Rich folks use wine tasting as an event to get to know other rich folks. I guess this could be advantageous, wine tasting allows you to start a conversation and slowly lead to somewhere profitable. The thing that confuses me the most are folks my age. I see people in their twenties pretending to be "high class" or well-informed about the drinking scene. Why do they need to be ostentatious, I can clearly see their Rolex and Louie V is fake as hell. There is no way any rich business officials would do business with them with or without the knowledge of wine. I guess that is also advantageous, it help boost young individual's confident about their lack of everything in life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn1aaLyS9VOGMCnVHzprI-bgqbhg9gAQ7jymTxsO2Rv_BmVfB-Fn5iCfgXUk1Dqs20UWJvwBakacO4fDK1BYdKnSPBk0c-U5k61HG9ZBAcioPE7cKoHGm0TVRwab7UTsQJbftPr0bvmxmQ/s400/red_meat_red_wine.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So here I am, the person who use to mix alcohol, served the wine, and provides the best bull shiet introduction to each exquisite drink, is still wondering the meaning behind alcohol. I'm going to flat out admit this: I don't know anything about wine, drinks, cocktails, etc I just memorized what they want me to say or do, so I sound legit, that is how I got paid. How in the world can one truly appreciate alcohol, when it taste so strange and bitter? I realize that for me, wine is truly appreciated when food is present. If you take a bite out of some lamb chops and gulp down some red wine, it takes the flavor to another level. For some strange reason, red wine goes extremely well with red meat. It accentuates the flavor of the meat and loses it's bitterness at the same time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqM3rwz77M7TyEigYtNvJUAXhePOIE5BMNxDTDsMK1sVtdXj3eFXR_tSs5R1rzkpRKP_B_Umkcr-v2xVCDqGZuoZHgSUOtaNGSHR56Yt383tEMWAHOXrWibQzdeiaMw7iNWkfQAIj7mgop/s400/seafood_and_salad_served_with_white_wine_and_cake_100019.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">White wine brings out the flavor in lobsters, shrimp, and fish. I guess in some ways I do appreciate wine, but that's only if the right food is present. So the main question is, "is wine tasting for the birds?" I would not say anything about birds, but I think wine tasting is for someone with a motive. My motive is to find the wine that can bring out the flavor in whatever I'm munching on :), what is yours? </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-16127807563335490682011-07-16T03:31:00.000-07:002011-07-16T05:01:04.437-07:00How Poop and Fart saved my life<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFm8LvumXcIE42ZwDCeXW7GuWQgryboCossgbrbfR8eLQ77qbFfZ4YoMZEHr1jipi0intw4OZRNq1Q0WF__mO_2mi03nUSgX-suoLrhg_F29yujb6oeEap8D_jy-xN79djQFtaI3pEo5Sb/s1600/castCrayon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFm8LvumXcIE42ZwDCeXW7GuWQgryboCossgbrbfR8eLQ77qbFfZ4YoMZEHr1jipi0intw4OZRNq1Q0WF__mO_2mi03nUSgX-suoLrhg_F29yujb6oeEap8D_jy-xN79djQFtaI3pEo5Sb/s400/castCrayon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629902540186572674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Holy cow I haven't blogged in a awhile. Gosh, I feel bad, I blame my asian parents, they been driving me crazy with their stupidity and neediness. I wonder how I would ever survive my household without my friends there to cheer me up. Life is depressing, if your life is anything like mine, you will notice that your own family is your Achilles heels. They say the craziest and meanest things that gets deep into your heart and slowly eats away your soul. Those are your parents, so you can't do anything about it. they gave you life and they are trying to take it away without going to jail. This is exactly why you see so many suicidal kids, parents are doing a good job killing them legally. If you are one of those unfortunate individuals with a messed up household, you might be asking yourself, "how can I come out without any psychological damage?" It's very simple and the only topic that will keep you from slitting your wrist, is none other than POOOOOOOOOOOOOO</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZTOnGbfOM5r9ro6xRe0HvpXyjXyqgmsRK40MuzcpdNoBylidi93FB8q5zVEupUrPiv3lBEDO31b7PdJ3IysDv4TtROAU3zC25LiGeLRs2KURv9Zwms1hXP3oSynRLhFVa-CaiBdvU2Oe/s400/1222172441_4.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Poo is such an awsome topic, it fills my day with joy when my friends took a big dump in the toilet, but can't flush it all the way down. It makes me forget the stressful part of my life, knowing that my friends are anxiously flushing that toilet a billion times hoping for that lucky flush to push the little bastard through the hole. Little did they know that by flushing it so many times will only make it worse. I get even more excited when I hear them frantically plunging the toilet with water splashing everywhere. Then they catch a sigh of relief when the water went all the way down, so they flush it again, and to no avail, Mr hankee surf the wave towards the top. As I listen for their reaction, all my worries and life's mishaps flew away and I find myself in pure joy and ecstasy. I would hear clutters and clashes from my worrisome friend in search of the holy grail known as strong perfume or febreeze. Then after the arduous search, and the strong spray, I hid behind the walls and watch as they exit the bathroom, looking left to right as if they were crossing a busy intersection. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXPRnAc-d6nUPbFb3vj-5PFqoqAWNq6-wtlPRCTx7uo-qTebNGrf1WplSSATyxeMAtJuJNOoULdVu-1Xh9r4PgW7UI8DHAbkem8KeNND6xUfcVUD8Sn5qM9ESiH-jt-THts4DlUnM98WAV/s400/CSC+13+8.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The only problem is I can't always enjoy the excitement of a clogged toilet, my depression will only return after my parents open their mouth. How do I survive their insane verbal and psychological abuse? Well it's simple, every time they open their god awful mouth with a slight grin for evilness, I just lift up my ass, and fart across the room. My parents would gag and laugh, and the best part is, they forget what they were gonna say. I was also crowned the queen of gas and the queen of breaking their toilets :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If it weren't for poop and farts, I would have died a long time ago. Verbal, emotional, and psychological abuse can really destroy everything that makes you an individual. I have experience abuse from parents, teachers, students, and even strangers, but after all that, it feels so good to come home to a good fart. And of course awsome group of friends and the love of my life "you know who you are ;) "</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49bgmMOpxemjYOGa6yXOaGAcwaWLCIYq1zUAzRNGCHrpYvVSRS7lzX6aS_DSASlmtnuAI5cWsG7PIoWYkwj7F-Q7epzVdjk2daU0maTuMlszxwWRa7dNe1MIE9vjOjOu3Gdy_7K-8sJJD/s400/1458945.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BTW: This post is not meant to make anyone worry to the point of calling social service, I'm already an adult so they probably wouldn't do shiet hahha. This post is to encourage teens out there that suicide is not the answer. There are methods out there that can help mitigate the awful parenting situation at home, and this happens to be one of them. Remember if you ever feel like a dark cloud of negativity around you, just look for a way to laugh and be happy :)</div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-31831825606184886412011-07-04T17:15:00.001-07:002011-07-04T18:34:22.036-07:00APRS is a Powerful, Contagious Disease That must be Stopped<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0VatoJh_oCphKxjWNBQk4-cq75K4CRqucaz-OKE9GpgNwLXO_yA5stp9qL_IKY_SOYK8PS-MeroadStQkbIbXM6CSKxIv5_vIFZjB8BYKv9Q0mEyitv3BFxFvR2HdtwxSF5MnztDV5UD/s1600/scrubs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0VatoJh_oCphKxjWNBQk4-cq75K4CRqucaz-OKE9GpgNwLXO_yA5stp9qL_IKY_SOYK8PS-MeroadStQkbIbXM6CSKxIv5_vIFZjB8BYKv9Q0mEyitv3BFxFvR2HdtwxSF5MnztDV5UD/s400/scrubs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625672780935094722" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Let me tell you about this horrible disease my parents have. This disease is so incurable, it makes cancer look like a flu. You can have one of the best doctors and scientist from Harvard, Yale, Stanford in a lab, and I can still guarantee you that they will never discover a cure. I know scientist have spend many hours researching, manipulating, and splicing complex genes to find the critical source of this disease, but there's no hope. It's been so many years, and no one has found the cure, and it's spreading at the speed of light. This horrendous disease that plague all our love ones is none other than the Asian Parents Retarded Syndrome (APRS), it's extremely contagious, it leaves your parents needy, annoying, and stupid.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtnrYubJKV1XZy4aLxEViUKUleMHNdtCtAGg7VX7XSLB9hkfB4iWNbn_rEA-dbRqpFENv1hOUR2GMxMMY3SkapM1-f0wEmyyoA9T2F95yVUjJMkWZ_Xxvk69z2R9827qmy0MN0A9o91gD_/s400/annoyed-cat.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>You don't believe me, well I'm happy to show you some dumbass conversations.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>My dad, the Fashion Guru</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Dad bought me this purse that looks like light vomit/diarrhea. I kindly accepted the gift and compliment it to make him happy :)</div><div><br /></div><div>dad: Hey Hilda I got you this expensive $200 bag</div><div><br /></div><div>me: oh thanks, it looks really nice, you are very good at picking fashionable things</div><div><br /></div><div>mom: Hilda, don't lie to your dad, you know it looks like a bag that a blind 78 year old woman would carry around her arm</div><div><br /></div><div>me (whispers to mom): I know, I don't want to hurt his feelings</div><div><br /></div><div>dad: You know what, I'm a fashion expert, I know what looks good and not, and frankly Hilda, I don't like what you are wearing. I don't like your boots, your shorts, and your shirt, it's not good enough. If you listen to me, you will be beautiful.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>My parents know how to be generous and get what they want</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>We were at 99 ranch store, an Asian supermarket filled with asians :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Mom: hey Hilda do you like this rice cooker</div><div><br /></div><div>me: huh, I don't know, it's $50</div><div><br /></div><div>Mom: Yea but do you like it</div><div><br /></div><div>me: I don't know, I guess</div><div><br /></div><div>Mom: Then I'm going to buy it</div><div><br /></div><div>dad: why are you buying a $50 rice cooker?</div><div><br /></div><div>mom: Hilda wants it really really bad. We should buy whatever our kids want because it shows we are good parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>dad: Hey umm Hilda what do you think about this box of mangos</div><div><br /></div><div>me: it's $30 </div><div><br /></div><div>dad: do you like it</div><div><br /></div><div>me: I don't know, I guess</div><div><br /></div><div>dad: then we are buying it. See we are wonderful parents, we buy whatever our kid want. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>APRS spread to another parent</b></div><div>another parent: Hey Hilda I was wondering if you want to go watch the fireworks with me in the park</div><div><br /></div><div>me: umm I'm kind of tired, no thank you</div><div><br /></div><div>another parent: look it's really beautiful firework</div><div><br /></div><div>mom: Oh wow, we should really go</div><div><br /></div><div>another parents: I know because Hilda wants to go really bad. Yea that's it, Hilda we are only going to the park to see fireworks because you really wanted to go </div><div><br /></div><div>me: ummm, I don't remember saying that</div><div><br /></div><div>mom: i agree, let's go because Hilda wants to</div><div><br /></div><div>me: hold up, if you guys want to go see fireworks, then you should go regardless of what I think.</div><div><br /></div><div>another parents: oh you mistaken, I don't care for fireworks, I see it all the time</div><div><br /></div><div>mom: exactly, fireworks are very common, we want to go because you want to witness it</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >me:</span> I did?? why am I not aware of it</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Dressing conservatively</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 24px; font-size: medium; "> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">mom: I really wish you wear less clothes</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >me: I don't think it's a good idea</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >mom: why</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >me: I'm just being respectful, I don't want to wear tight skimpy clothes in front of the family</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >mom: why not</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >me: it's a sign of disrespect for the asian community. Wouldn't you think it would be a dishonor to get molested by your own family member</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >mom: I guess, but I think it be a good idea for you to wear less clothes in front of family, and more clothes in front of your own boyfriend and friends.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >me: hell no, i will be a social outcast</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >mom: your friends are more likely to rape you, ya know</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >me: yea I'm sure that is in Megan and Laura's "to do" list</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >mom: but sexy clothes in front of family shows your are beautiful</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >me: and ready to fuck right :)</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >mom: why is everythng about sex for you</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >me: "smiles," just know that I love and respect you mom, even though you make it hard for</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > me to do so sometimes</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-size: medium; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><b>The Gardener kills dogs</b></p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">me: I notice the gardener is here more often, does he have time for our neighbor?</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">mom: oh we forgot to tell you, he put some weird chemicals in their garden, and it killed their</p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: medium; "> dog. They said something about law suit or whatever, but he's not working for them anymore</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">me: aren't you guys concern that he could kill our dog</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">dad: nah, nobody can kill tux, he's indestructible. The good part is, the gardener can spend more time on our garden, isn't that great.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">me: hmmm, you're not the least bit concern about what happened to the neighbor's dog</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">dad: nope, tux is glued to you 24/7, it wouldn't be a problem</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">me: not if tux goes poo</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">mom: I'm sure he will be fine, you know how overly zealous our neighbors are about their pets, a dead dog equals to a law suit, people these days take things too seriously. </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">me: You notice how practically all our neighbors own dogs and they don't use this particular gardener that we use. Does that by any chance mean anything to you guys??</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">dad: dude, did you see our neighbor's german shepherd, they look so cool</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><b>By the way</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwC3qJ0mhITk9WgLCpMouN-JKysPxLUfeTBz5IyaZ_8_swyZYjGiuyDSauTILDCoOAWnqNonHXiOLkkQubgNjShnqT1EW6zvv9I4uNytd4Y-Vv-maZNEy13bZ5XEHRfVOwYB0-H59e1tAE/s400/04.gif" /></b></p></span></span></div></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-21991831374339746602011-07-01T22:26:00.000-07:002011-07-02T00:13:00.386-07:00Go Gaga for Fashion<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis00Kytohl0bKEcWf0oIm-ZGMSO0ZxNK8A3oa63hSML4J5jouDsdwrs-NYK05WASytnbYe10dyROIK6nm4hyphenhyphenwCU2AJ7NWM52ZrsRN8AVr2zrdTVpkAuxjOGHHkJ-aO6nm6lKhwRKmgd9ES/s1600/1264983243_lady-gaga-blog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis00Kytohl0bKEcWf0oIm-ZGMSO0ZxNK8A3oa63hSML4J5jouDsdwrs-NYK05WASytnbYe10dyROIK6nm4hyphenhyphenwCU2AJ7NWM52ZrsRN8AVr2zrdTVpkAuxjOGHHkJ-aO6nm6lKhwRKmgd9ES/s400/1264983243_lady-gaga-blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624622760100625298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lady gaga's fashion sense takes bizarre to another level. Her outfits are mind blowing and addicting at the same time. I wonder how in the world she came up with all these designs. It takes a certain personality and an acquired taste to truly appreciate her fashion style. I find her style to be the reflection of the future and the fascination for the mystical world. It really goes beyond the imagination, it's the craziness that we hid deep within our consciousness and hope that no one find it. Then comes gaga who unwittingly whips it out, and leaves us stunned and breathless at the same time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhU8ab0NP97NqqlBQIeFmD4u0SH10FZNMkJr8dupDFVRG58wArvyReteR_bQh6qgk2sms10Ny63zXe-fi7BHk1pTq5SQKQa4C3bJwf-jE8FJYDivKJjZR64_MGVib_LUuFIjXz1MZpk2G/s400/lady-gaga-bubbles-2.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I dare you readers out there to wear this in public, I'm sure only gaga is brave enough to do that. I heard of the bubble boy, but bubbles and gagas, it really works. Hmm, I wonder what materials she use to make all these bubbles. They look like clear blown-up plastics stuck tightly to her brownish tank top. In order to make the outfit look sexy and appealing, she wore light caramel brown fishnets to finish it off. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS65bmBXlDB9NwgI4OH-WCKNV5o6FR7uJ3ByYhFPn0vBhT85y15uaLcO1N1hIwdSlKU8uHWqyAxAKOZbg4lC-jMzzaasD7DKMsG82325-5jRyYbf_3UbuUpwbRB_LPNJGKBevFh1QJ8Ko6/s400/hello-kitty-lady-gaga-plush-dress-400x508.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I absolutely, hundred percent adore this dress. I can tell she got all her younger fans screaming with envy, who wouldn't want to be covered up in cuddly hello kitty stuff animals. I'm guessing she took all her favorite hello kitties and super-glued them together to get this one of a kind design. I wonder why she would paint her eyelids black. If I were her, I would paint my eyelids pink to match up with the spoil princes decor. Then again she could be going for the spoil mysterious gothic queen style, who knows it's all in gaga's head.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqT36spjvk8yi7vDh_VYDwibb5PIMqNZqaIrnCV7S98guLO75dSrTDjq31-IW5TJBuu32XCzVG2Y_FhgqND7C1DDgNETbuleKqjDo0XHL6yybT6jbJauhLXHOUJSTM7kMfq6iiTSkAPxT/s400/lady-gaga-kermit-image-4-823353342.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I find this one disgusting, it's like she shot a bunch of kermit the frogs and super-glued them together. If Miss Piggy finds out, she will definitely make a fur coat out of gaga. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxWeH_Baiu0ajaqpouLMgqiVQYTFSqAdoiVutYnmq6KNcagsL4nFhwKdfK-4Nh4hzawHaX1-r0vXK5-akTpYmlYVfT9wryXSEPOOPJ80afBs5j0BouToEqNv45MILYMr17Ro_cuxGiEHV/s400/Lady-Gaga-grey-silver-dress.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I like this, it's very classy, sophisticated, and abstract at the same time. It looks to me like she was singing a flirtatious song. I think this out fit screams "I'm a classy woman, but I'm also easy."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxuoy0tCanFzwykbIIBlxJnP8BGj7J5xgU6M7xaMARxJj4yoxK8OX99CWAUdtuZDN1T2Lr1hZ1Sy3t9_xjQssV79c2W71btGWr7YCef6lPvpo3D38mdj2tX3Sw14-tnKErX7GnNNo6E3l/s400/lady-gaga.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a very nice luxurious dress, I hope she didn't have to kill any curtains to create a sultry outfit. The bowed shaped hairdo is definitely a cherry on top for completing this dreamy decor.</div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-84538098757801450812011-06-28T14:25:00.000-07:002011-07-01T20:37:04.255-07:00Changes sigh!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpI6bCF7omyYLfliXXdcXCLcop0HOE5C4IeDzrhjhLmBuAEj5Va5puuxHOYGVWQmk4MrqyDLest67E6uw2-Shwv4AP2aq3aqYybIYq4-m-gN7v_aMUf0xhIh1nlgF6SG8Na9U9vGFmjejY/s1600/butterfly+photo.jpg+%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpI6bCF7omyYLfliXXdcXCLcop0HOE5C4IeDzrhjhLmBuAEj5Va5puuxHOYGVWQmk4MrqyDLest67E6uw2-Shwv4AP2aq3aqYybIYq4-m-gN7v_aMUf0xhIh1nlgF6SG8Na9U9vGFmjejY/s400/butterfly+photo.jpg+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624591255070764578" /></a><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I realize my life has no stability, it's always about changes, changes, and more changes. Human beings thrive successfully with stability, where life is the same routine every single day. I want stability, I want to be with the same person every day, to be able to wake up in the morning in the same room and go to sleep at night knowing that I will wake up in the same room. Unfortunately, I don't have that option anymore, I been living life without a designated home for 3 straight years, traveling to east coast, west coast, and the south, then out of the states. every time I get use to a place, I end up leaving it to go to another place, and now I'm left with an empty feeling.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">As I'm sitting here in the Houston Airport, I have this bitter sweet feeling inside of me. I been going through whirlwinds and adventure with the man of my dreams for many months, and now we have to be distance apart. It kills me that I have to leave the person I love so dearly every second for obligations in life. It's a train wreck knowing that you are born without any freedom or stability in your life. Sometimes I want to drop everything and just live in a little apartment with him forever, but that will do more harm than good. It's just horrible that we have to spend our twenties distance apart, but on the bright side atlease we will spend eternity together without financial problems or constraints.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7R_jfC__rnIuRmypkWF2tKtMK1Nc7bRRasyZjozdDCKw0yjA004ilvpcaq1TPX5cIWUHq6_1zYzl5UBYHs5Pkw5edZLkOWgV-xr22IjNwRspE_fRNLgRVrgYngnI2hCdreZHZ3x7xe5s/s400/5161083242_707dba4fac.jpg" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I guess in my thirties when my metabolism level slows down like a turtle and all I want to do is sleep all day, I will thank my twenties for taking the beating so I can make a six figure salary on a 9-5 job. After all the twenties is the time to fly, explore, be reckless, be smart, and be everything that you can possibly be. Then again, these days people give up on life right after college, it's like some weird cosmic thing just zap the excitement out of their heads. It's like all the doors that have once been opened, are now closed, and those eager young college grads have no where to go. I don't expect doors to be opened for me in life, I'm the girl with a grenade, and expects the door to blow up after I light that sucker on fire. I guess what happen in college was that everyone I knew were so lucky to the point where all the opportunities were open to them. Then after college, for some strange reason "cough recession" every oppotunities people have just shut down, and now the thrill and excitement of strengthening your career becomes "I will settle for anything, would you like fries with that order."</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Hmm, I guess changes in life isn't so bad after all. Changes like traveling, business, new faces, etc. is actually the mark of transition for any twenty year old. It is the excitement of climbing the ladder and actually getting closer to the top. Maybe all these traveling is actually a good thing for me, I've seen things that people have never seen in their every day lives. For example, I heard a nun fart in the woman's bathroom, have any of you guys get to hear the holy gas, I don't think so. What can I say God is giving me a gassy sign to keep going, it may seem like an endless journey, but in fact, it's a journey with a great destination. </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-68743725503680528502011-06-23T21:04:00.000-07:002011-06-24T13:19:24.613-07:00I hate lawn mowers<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiW7T51eOROpnjvavYa2AZGw4i0lT6bXzsMl_oW9vc8sGX_s5bokPCTNbJIMRPw3BL8LTiYCHPwNSBvHeQKBv3_KFrBQ0L2pQZcMv9uVd-X9QCQTG6wE7fddXBJdlqOS86fWOBuYsJHksV/s1600/japanese-bedroom-interior-design.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiW7T51eOROpnjvavYa2AZGw4i0lT6bXzsMl_oW9vc8sGX_s5bokPCTNbJIMRPw3BL8LTiYCHPwNSBvHeQKBv3_KFrBQ0L2pQZcMv9uVd-X9QCQTG6wE7fddXBJdlqOS86fWOBuYsJHksV/s400/japanese-bedroom-interior-design.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621869022293693042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I was sleeping so comfortably on a queen size bed that feels like clouds in the sky. We have layers of fur-like blankets and cotton fluffed pillows neatly organized on the bed. It feels so dreamy, we had dark brown colored curtains hanging on the windows, blocking the sunrise providing a dimly lit romantic atmosphere. I was dreaming about lying lazily in heaven on cotton candy texture clouds, chilling with all the mystical creatures. I was loving life at the moment until I heard "urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg ggggggggggr rooooooooooooooooooooom"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCk7VuBQlLEeJGJWF9E3fF-7A53apQZADi9jBYBxuBO-OcOi8uZkkhJNr0PZcJ_2ZRPGZudqj90tY4v4-aR_QF67nZSdDIGT-bFl_4YJweNAPiQhHE4v9qqMBfb_nacNk9nl0h-AaXvdRw/s400/Butchart.gardens.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I woke up from my peaceful nap, and angrily peeked through the curtains. I saw this guy mowing his annoying lawn mower around the apartment area. I was so angry and enraged, I can't believe this ass hole would go out of his way to ruin my peaceful dreams. He thought it be hot to mow the lawn without a shirt, so he can show off his six packs. Let me tell you one thing and this is from a girl's perspective, you can have the hottest body and all, but once you get on a mower, your hot status is equivalent to a short, nerdy, smurf. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYrLnnbWzK56sdkQbRJqz7VXj2Dl6tmE61BcxpWK8Q2KL2TrfDHUHGm76TwW9aeB-m-AU78Liz8g1F966j06FbCd6GM76QziIgfaRSd6drnfFDAcoQj4DdFxeFx1jfVKerWo0LQv3ZehmL/s400/Odiepic.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enough is enough, ruin my dreamy nap, and I will ruin your lawn. I quietly wait till this ugly ass dude finish mowing his ass off. Afterwards, I grabbed my dog, place her on the lawn, and let her sniff around. My dog Kimba loves freshly mowed lawns, it's soft on her behind. She sniffs around and found her spot, then took a big dump on the freshly mowed lawn. Knowing my dog, one dump is not enough, she has to streak the whole lawn with her markings. half an hour later, I notice how this luscious, freshly mowed lawn have turned into a shit fest, I was completely satisfied and took my dog back in the apartment. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hahah that is what he gets for waking me up from my peaceful nap, take that!!!</div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-14609022537799587102011-06-21T20:02:00.000-07:002011-08-23T23:35:13.512-07:00Straight Talk <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <p>
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I know that little girls love playing princess and this gives them the chance to do this as a competition. They're born to be pink and pretty, and to make audience laugh and cheer. I can't help but feel like stealing one of these little girls and place them in a princess room to have them prance around for life. I even go as far as praying to God every day to have a little princess pageant queen as a daughter. That is why I got so excited when they created a reality tv show called Toddlers and Tiara. The show reveals the inside scoop of each individual little pageant girl to see what they have gone through to get to the top.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8o4PY3xANpxQFpqcpEjxjZcVPNKP_wGT6uf3n39oxRrYiGe1docpSPL3smIiBXw7ofV1htukihimlKlVHNvSEVA4km7lMRm4liaHeDptGCXIXHSDOBSa0FNnYAgR0COuvttWm07wvoIB1/s400/jayla+mendoza+035-1.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently it's not all butterflies and flowers with these girls. They go through these weird roller coaster emotional rides, one minute they're happy and excited to perform, and the next they're crying like little brats. I'm like make up your freaken minds, you're annoying little boogers. What I fail to realize was that these girls are only 5 year old and too young to handle this kind of pressure. They're here to compete for the ultimate grand prize that can only be given to one girl, while all the remaining girls will have to go home in tears. Each of these little tots were determined to win the grand prize to the point of going through painful procedures like: lip injections, plastic surgeries, tight clothes, painful heels, teased hair, and harmful hairspray. They must endured the suffering while camouflaging it with sparkling eyes and a shiny smile so the judges can go "ooh and awww!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NjQ0d3WIG_TF54ruHFB0DZMlRdY6b8yMlg5LRc78dK5j1riTFNVHNtIVTWKKRzpJPOjJqcitwd1vNmx0qS730REnAuZI1OhjFoJ0LUL5tfwS-EfPCpZ5e2b3LhuHIEybaPxxVm6BniSD/s400/MAKYNLI+013-1.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The worse part is not the girls but the moms. I thought they hired a professional stylist to make these girls look sexy, but it was actually their mothers that created the image for them. This was just plain despicable, if I was a mother, I don't think I would be able to slut my daughter up like that. They were wearing clothes that grown up models wear to look sexy and luscious. It's cute if they were design and created by the stylist and make up artist, but it's just outrageous if it's your own parents that are pimping you up. Anyways, the mother not only created the image, they also take the fun out of the pageant. The word "beauty," "Princess," and "tiara" suppose to mean fun, laughter, and tea parties with biscuits. Unfortunately these words bring up discipline, determination, anger, jealousy, and sex to these girls. It's all because their moms want them to compete and win, and I know for sure that these girls are only doing it to please them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKJurhco9LyWb_GIswjEU3IDZSk2m6Tgb7yekXEmH51IEJR-OB44vatVko1Arj799Sgm_xtm-ZLQzslz5jXrw6cxQCe0w0unVo6rIQVhpweFMrEC9ucZfzz3idKuQDYoWhqdPYCChj0Ld/s400/Toddlers-and-Tiaras-Star-Eden-Wood-1.png" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder why a mother would want to put their little girls through all this. The reality show also interviews some of the moms after the pageant, and I find all they're explanations utterly unacceptable. They claim that the pageants will lead to a modeling career that can pay millions of dollars. In addition, the pageant will help them find a rich that will take care of them for life. How messed up was that, these mothers do not believe that their own daughters have the brains and charms to get into college, have a career, and marry the man of their dreams. They claim to be watching out for their future and best interest in hopes for them to be able to retire by the age of 25. It's a shame that I use to find pageants something adorable and inspirational, but when in fact it's a way to objectify women. It's another way of saying, if you are not smart enough, you better be pretty enough to make it in life. </div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-65173079970312169812011-06-14T11:14:00.000-07:002011-06-14T13:57:28.346-07:00Every water is created differently<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzjoHBgcZAsOvyda2KauKO3r4FCkIXjq5_UC2Ns1SpMoCSjrxNgyOTg0IW_QFLPFhhaZUW5h6vqQowYygdRFLkSVGmHX6gzLpVVUMK9s2CbbA07c8hdrrzETiKLluHh1QSh4YdBZTSJDH/s1600/-macro-flower-by-Cesar-R-raindrops-photos-water-rain-nature-nice-beautiful-flowers-drop-wallpapers-keiths-pics-good-pics-flower-my-album-nature-f1-Julz_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzjoHBgcZAsOvyda2KauKO3r4FCkIXjq5_UC2Ns1SpMoCSjrxNgyOTg0IW_QFLPFhhaZUW5h6vqQowYygdRFLkSVGmHX6gzLpVVUMK9s2CbbA07c8hdrrzETiKLluHh1QSh4YdBZTSJDH/s400/-macro-flower-by-Cesar-R-raindrops-photos-water-rain-nature-nice-beautiful-flowers-drop-wallpapers-keiths-pics-good-pics-flower-my-album-nature-f1-Julz_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618149656689951314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I really don't know how to describe water. It's clear liquid and they all taste the same. I have no idea why people would go all the way to order expensive water over the regular drinking water. For example, if you go to the grocery store, you will notice that there's a section with regular bottle of water that only cost a dollar or less, then you get the Fuji water that costs five dollars. I'm like what's the difference, they all look, feel, and taste the same. A one dollar bottle of water can quench your thirst equally as well as a five dollar bottle of water. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNm_lG2qgcmtX2NeRMW5eQVGGirmwYBdahxcxg6kUDOTUy3ijTCe_OK4qOZkNflNkr345EXp0x7yePArUyR_8ZqaFrf9oIghl41e9J0vXoorX_IJ81J10WYAFu4p2cqQssDcXdQzCNHshQ/s400/Voss+Water.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't get me started with the Voss water, the bottle looks really edgy, and I have to admit I do buy Voss water just so I can get my hands on the bottle. Some times I wonder if it's the bottle that makes the Voss water expensive. Then again the Fuji water bottle looks pretty lame and it still sells as expensive as hell. Since this conundrum have been bugging me every time I visit the grocery store, I decided to really take the water seriously. After a couple of sips from my fiance's Voss water and my own regular cheap ass water, I can sorta taste the difference. It's actually the small difference in taste that creates a huge fundamental difference in every bottle of water.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIn2XQ60ekPPNQNJsi9KVPpXieqivZdWIMqA2eKjzr88l-JKDkYc49T69cnX6c7V_uAsoFBKez-aKGPC_dU6wBjN1pVhBmYnpX64cDefvhcXxojTsmM8oX7kF1dck4ECZR2hbk0tu-mMUb/s400/water.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If we taste the difference between a regular cold bottle of water and a cold voss water, we will notice that the Voss water taste so much better. It's more refreshing and smooth whereas the regular water is coarser and not as pure as we thought it would be. In addition the Voss water stay cold longer and is colder than the regular water. Then again, it wouldn't matter if all we care about is quenching our thirst. If health benefits is what we are after, then it would matter a whole lot. Voss water contains minerals from the Norwegian artesian spring, so it's filled with health benefits. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGUNkU9maH87uIxslINiEKgdDDsyVNB-c19WQK5HSmALTFumjHKG94q_zYLJS1Z6b8Q_po7SdQb-LvUXk1gC6jHa9HKLW6hXfAspfPuAZwZhznUTieYIjK4vxTAI7K6Ce4jLHUBeoL-kL/s400/hot-springs-mineral-baths.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have ever taken a mineral bath, you will notice how smooth your skin feels afterwards. I always wonder why we never have a service where they alter your faucet and your water generators to the point where you can get mineral showers every day. Imagine the health benefit we could get with our skins. This would be something I will totally consider in the future. It be a dream come true to have a mineral shower every day:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirmTFHTfFA9EawEBiLaJefutJm6g9mk7mOa4lyaR991FqL0MjzT__EIaGvk42m4DWjIgj9QNWjDQ7gz6VoPevHWWXtFYL6-Qvkh22C7-_l6rmgkDcRuIL1-ro0qMrVJjtovjYSVRhDw4dy/s400/lime_water.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you really want to drink healthy Voss water, try adding a piece of lime to your water. Lime provide valuable source electrolytes and it also gives your water a little edge ;)</div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-29453323429391525782011-06-09T19:26:00.000-07:002011-06-09T21:09:04.127-07:00Jalousie Beach Resort<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfclRXAYVMf4v2TrgHfpK2Gu0ehA0VpGnhfdSGCO8fJWkVmx29W48Lasb18UHpWXRrRepWqm_var-Ne5QG53Ser12rcYFgG1RTdLN8GcyiaZng-ZHz15DSHvXxi5aumbzEyxh2UMCC4Zr/s1600/beautiful.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfclRXAYVMf4v2TrgHfpK2Gu0ehA0VpGnhfdSGCO8fJWkVmx29W48Lasb18UHpWXRrRepWqm_var-Ne5QG53Ser12rcYFgG1RTdLN8GcyiaZng-ZHz15DSHvXxi5aumbzEyxh2UMCC4Zr/s400/beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616412353496157090" border="0" /></a>My fiance and I spotted this beautiful beach resort called Jalousie. We drove in to take a closer look and boy was it a dream come true. Growing up, I was always stuck in the desert, and every day I would dream of being in paradise. I had a vision of what paradise would look like: Ocean water that looks as clear as crystals, palm treas, luscious plants, and fruits scattered everywhere. The sand will be so smooth that it slides off of your feet when you walk on it. Not only that, when the sun sets, the sky emits this beautiful violet-bluish color that hovers over the ocean. The ocean darkens to a clear velvety color and rushes back and forth peacefully. Everyone tells me that this paradise only exist when you die and gone to heaven, and that the reality of life is that nothing is beautiful nor a paradise. Now I can confidently and slowly lift my middle finger to those uneducated individuals that have destroyed my childhood fantasy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfdgyKOaOnw4sRIPKDnOl5K0r2smlm6CBamvuscCBkDv-bPcA-MuWCDUUK3FVMu2PutAmeKaamKvwtbxgtwXNUEDXcsQ2DArF_idsdXHBe68lLoHHKfNDo5DFFEowCuEqbbfHwM2GGXM-/s1600/sexyhilda.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfdgyKOaOnw4sRIPKDnOl5K0r2smlm6CBamvuscCBkDv-bPcA-MuWCDUUK3FVMu2PutAmeKaamKvwtbxgtwXNUEDXcsQ2DArF_idsdXHBe68lLoHHKfNDo5DFFEowCuEqbbfHwM2GGXM-/s400/sexyhilda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616420565917807762" border="0" /></a>I love this pool despite the chlorinated water that have clogged up my ears. As I'm typing this adventurous vacation, I am unfortunately half deaf. I tried everything, from warm water to mineral water to oily ear drops, and I am still clogged, but it's nevertheless worth it. Let me tell you how worth it is, if I ever get my ears unclogged, I would still risk another disaster to swim in this pool. It's so peaceful and comfortable, you are surrounded by nature and yet artificially developed tropical things that makes your life more relaxing. For example, after the swim, I can relax on a fancy swinging sofa on the side of the pool, and order myself some non-alcoholic drinks. Emphasize on non-alcoholic, so I don't scare the tourist away :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqfWuihVmi_9RlVmHvN-75DB6tt7zDNlZ7Jou7aHCjqz22H2xzc63e8uzljyf_BeEXVzo0mGb1JuETevet0i8ne6KuifKlavOZkQ0Tm-Kg9GboNZ0C965kotOEVOFoi52JXXzOkSFst1p/s1600/funnyhilda.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqfWuihVmi_9RlVmHvN-75DB6tt7zDNlZ7Jou7aHCjqz22H2xzc63e8uzljyf_BeEXVzo0mGb1JuETevet0i8ne6KuifKlavOZkQ0Tm-Kg9GboNZ0C965kotOEVOFoi52JXXzOkSFst1p/s400/funnyhilda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616422986034354786" border="0" /></a>You can't forget the beaches, it's what makes the Caribbean island an island. And of course, tropical beaches always reflect the mischievous side of myself. I am a total trouble maker, let me tell you what I did. I always wanted to take a bath in nature because it's exciting and that the little mermaid did it. If you look at Herbal Essence shampoo commercials you will notice how enticing it is to bathe in nature. I decided to take matters into my own hands, and sneak some Herbal Essence shampoo and conditioner to the ocean. I was anxious to experience what it feels like to bath in the open sea, with the birds and the beas watching over me. Once I pour the soap and rub it onto my hair, I totally experience another part of Herbal Essence that I have never felt before. It feels like your soul and spirit are lifted up to the sky and that all the fruity smell from the soap magnifies ten fold from the constant swooshing of the ocean and bending of the air. I practically use all the soap just so I can constantly experience this one in a life time sensation, what can I say, there is no way I'm leaving paradise without bathing in it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfMROoUxlxpnW-gJVjKCOs3S3E1rStQ4OpK8oA5muhLV9UaWWGMY759412u5RPJaNKG2dOnm_VGHaSONBrkDnk6twdwytUj6Owg1oK6UHsqwlssdzlzKzfte_SrFm-n0rd1JZx5N2vnQT/s1600/majordining.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfMROoUxlxpnW-gJVjKCOs3S3E1rStQ4OpK8oA5muhLV9UaWWGMY759412u5RPJaNKG2dOnm_VGHaSONBrkDnk6twdwytUj6Owg1oK6UHsqwlssdzlzKzfte_SrFm-n0rd1JZx5N2vnQT/s400/majordining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616426480613011986" border="0" /></a>After my refreshing, nature sea bath, my fiance and I head over to the nearby restaurant. The food was magnificent and what made it better was the ocean view. I ordered a Pina Colada since it matches with the occasion, but I was also curious as to how the Caribbean bartenders make their cocktails. As a former bartender, waitress, chef assistant, and all that restaurant jazz, I know good cocktail by just a sip. I was blown away by their simple Pina Colada, I been all over the states, and tasted many different cocktails by different bartenders and I have to say, the Caribbean by far have the best cocktails. Usually in the states, bartenders make the usual mistakes of putting too much coconut or too much rum in the drink. The key ingredient for a successful cocktail is the ratio between alcohol and fruitiness, and the caribbean hit the target just right. I was so impress that I had to talk to the bartender who made the drink and give her my compliments. In addition to the delicious cocktail, we also witness the sunset and night time on the beach. This was when the ocean looks like a dark, silky blanket rolling back and forth on the smooth grain of sand. This mystifying, tropical and yet gothic experience of the dark sea instigated my anxiousness to run towards the ocean one last time before leaving Jalousie.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUxnK-FPAhS9ckk2_6sSuR5aMNZ0FwRIf_vQeBXkZWcBhUiL9VXCnbwfGt8Pp6mgTaWj5nwesmlSWqMxyK7tqSBSMUwrgKde1JUuUbTEF5eLgnJyvsVyfGO96KjEDLg3l6-LJ4eiHfc76/s1600/weirdbrandon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUxnK-FPAhS9ckk2_6sSuR5aMNZ0FwRIf_vQeBXkZWcBhUiL9VXCnbwfGt8Pp6mgTaWj5nwesmlSWqMxyK7tqSBSMUwrgKde1JUuUbTEF5eLgnJyvsVyfGO96KjEDLg3l6-LJ4eiHfc76/s400/weirdbrandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616430644214200594" border="0" /></a>Stay tune for more Island adventures filled with pictures and silliness<br />xoxo<br /><br /><br /></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-26845597929951965002011-06-07T19:04:00.000-07:002011-06-07T22:41:43.325-07:00Taste of the Caribbean<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xvW5E0u5hquCtv_jMOceqwEUkV9ZXxvism-n-u8cEXSHAbVPANliDslSpuFGMjERI3c8pEu3gjf4FeLxz4JO-3c3vp1KxotDIgEomsRaO_MT4y-d_OzVVvNY9tOKksOoTYl1XgzFcqNb/s1600/Belize-Waterfall-1024x744.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8xvW5E0u5hquCtv_jMOceqwEUkV9ZXxvism-n-u8cEXSHAbVPANliDslSpuFGMjERI3c8pEu3gjf4FeLxz4JO-3c3vp1KxotDIgEomsRaO_MT4y-d_OzVVvNY9tOKksOoTYl1XgzFcqNb/s400/Belize-Waterfall-1024x744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615666381181899922" border="0" /></a><br />After spending a couple of days getting comfortable in Houston, my fiance and I decided to take a vacation in Saint Lucia Caribbean island. We did a lot in the island: mineral baths, dining in a tropical forest, shopping, swimming in the beach, and etc. Unfortunately, the pictures are stuck on the our camera or phone and I'm too lazy to load them up right now. So instead of pictures about our Caribbean trip, I will present you the taste of the Caribbeans:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Caribbean Chicken Wings</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://cookingguide101.blogspot.com/2011/01/caribbean-chicken-wings.html"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1E9qyaobtGUzKXjq-3NpTkt1yAPjmBL-HnEHQn7fKFn6T-Rlea6NRHybVERh2ccbsUgfq7qroGY2JOIsP3Dr5iPFLkmgXWVLracc01hOq8Xv3LSqNi4tlXzk049haOY-WmkmDhBgVOHUH/s400/Caribbean+Chicken+Wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615671837369544082" border="0" /></a>1. Wash 24 chicken wings and place in ovenproof pan.<br /><br />2. Combine 3 oz dark rum, 2 oz soy sauce, 1 oz lime and 1 oz orange juices, 2 teaspoon orange rind, 1/4 cup of dice onion, 1 garlic clove, 1 teaspoon of grated ginger, 1 teaspoon thyme and 1/4 teaspoon mustard in food processor and combine to form a paste.<br /><br />3. Pour paste over chicken wings, cover and refrigerate for at least 6 hours.<br /><br />4. Bake chicken wings in pre-heated, 350-degree oven, turning and basting with sauce, for about 25 minutes or until the wings have reached an internal temperature of 165 degrees for 15 seconds.<br /><br />5. Remove chicken wings from pan and place on patter.<br /><br />6. Combine 1 teaspoon cornstarch and 2 teaspoon water, mixing well, and add to liquid in pan and stir until thickened.<br /><br />7. Pour mixture over chicken wings and serve.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Caribbean Coconut Chicken Bites</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/caribbean-coconut-chicken-bites-recipe/index.html"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCx9lQDrTuM-vKCtY0s1FzxvDqms6a44TY0A9dcd9GgJ1a3O-lUB1BQab8wygt5qeTPrx0acGSTnBtUzt_JklFJanrY5-EuNf0NmtcCWMGVogXZgy0TnO7S_xfJbZ1EUfCE2zb6M37tz6G/s400/RITZ_Caribbean-Coconut_s4x3_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615674799758800674" border="0" /></a>1) Mix 1/4 cup vanilla <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>low-fat yogurt, 1/8 tsp. lime zest, 1/2 tsp. fresh lime juice, 1/8 tsp. Caribbean seasoning<br /><br />2) refrigerate for 20 min<br /><br />3) Top 36 Ritz crakers with: 1/2 avocado, cut into 36 thin slices then cut in half.1/2 lb. cooked boneless skinless chicken breasts, thinly sliced, cut into 36 pieces. 2 Tbsp. BAKER'S ANGEL FLA<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>KE COCONUT, toasted. 1 Tbsp. chopped cilantro<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grilled Jerked chicken with Mango Salsa</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGMCMIGOU2buAsP982odJtNBvCNk5eMzJl9Ugg93mHBefOR9jddaIVO2Gl8sY5i8fgXqGUa6hkyhx4SAUit7a97dy-UXeBcN2TPmWMvM2yWPHVbqMp-LTfr43h6cJNLRh4E5GfzfnCrAX/s1600/chic-mangoskew.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGMCMIGOU2buAsP982odJtNBvCNk5eMzJl9Ugg93mHBefOR9jddaIVO2Gl8sY5i8fgXqGUa6hkyhx4SAUit7a97dy-UXeBcN2TPmWMvM2yWPHVbqMp-LTfr43h6cJNLRh4E5GfzfnCrAX/s400/chic-mangoskew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615679538194248754" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Chicken Preparation:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Cut the 3 chicken breast into six cubes per breast and brush the meat with 2 oz olive oil. Rub with 3.5 oz Raptor Caribbean Jerk Rub and skewer the chicken. On a medium-high heat BBQ grill the meat until cooked through</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Mango Salsa Preparation</span><br />Combine all this in the bowl and seasoned:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">1 cup Mango (small diced)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">½ Red Onion (small diced)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">1 tsp. Red Jalapeño (minced)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">1 tsp. Ginger (minced)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">3 Sprigs Cilantro (chopped)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">6 Mint Leaves (chopped) </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">2 Scallions (chopped)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">1 tbs. Red Wine Vinegar</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;">Salt and Pepper to taste</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mamasitas Taqueria Shrimp Cocktail Recipe</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.banditosmamasitas.com/2010/07/how-about-caribbean-shrimp-cocktail-in.html"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ihU3j5PSpOlozwm8vFWwpBvRRaeWX3EJp9voIw4pwwymVJvcZFnfwQMiXd5LfKa30BvvTVGlhRyhBc-PHe0p5QJqzjSAZmDQlUGyQ8CjujzI8IrdKKgnvhRJwEhZRFmsn2HOCAm1VZ5P/s400/CAMARON+PARA+PELAR+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615683749208905394" border="0" /></a>For the shrimp:<br /><br />* 2 tablespoons Special Seasoning<br />* 1 lemon, halved<br />* 1 teaspoon granulated garlic<br />* 1 clove garlic, finely minced<br />* 1/2 teaspoon chili powder<br />* 1 teaspoon salt<br />* 10 extra large tail-on raw shrimp<br /><br />For the cocktail sauce:<br /><br />* 1/2 cup Heinz chili sauce*<br />* 1 cup ketchup<br />* 1 tablespoon horseradish<br />* 1 dash Worcestershire sauce<br />* Juice of 1/2 lemon<br />* 1/2 teaspoon Tabasco<br />* 1/2 clove garlic, finely minced<br />* 1 tablespoon cilantro, chopped<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rum Infused, Grilled Pineapple with Coconut Topping</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://caribbeanpot.com/tag/caribbean-dessert/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBBD5KlQMTwIvgr92ZrS0-1j3jZ_eNRclz4VVi8EY5sHcPLLO81CLEaUL-_OkOT8uWAYS3rAo1swbzjzFWQZSm1m3sOOHS5GAnIY3vCtW7k8HGaRL4xLAGTtW1r_ZP0W-IY0ADeBoXudq/s400/grilled-pineapple-with-shreded-coconut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615719515820962322" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>You’ll need:</strong></span></p> <p>1 ripe pineapple</p> <p>2-3 tablespoons of dark rum</p> <p>1 teaspoon of granulated sugar</p> <p>1/2 cup of whipped topping (try to avoid the canned stuff.. get some whipping cream and make your own – musch more tasty)</p> <p>1/4 cup of shredded coconut.</p> <p>Peel pineapple and cut crosswise into 6 slices. Place in a bowl and drizzle the rum and sugar over the slices. Mix around so every piece gets coated (would be nice to let it sit for about 3-5 minutes – <strong>covered</strong> so the rum does not evaporate). On a medium hot grill, place the slices for about 10 minutes, turning once. Remember to watch closely since the sugars can burn and become overly charred.</p> <p>Top with the whipped cream and shredded coconut… feel free to add a nice heaping scoop of your favorite ice cream.</p><br /></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-889970766458234412011-06-05T19:05:00.000-07:002011-06-09T21:22:36.603-07:00Never Say Never<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6MAdQuUarjdB-pzH3R08JlCiioh4VWOKlQ6R5Qe1gXzS4lhybdEkbWBZ0TKgxSRT8aINpDvGXdtH735nSCkkgVF0Vl8E6KFn7F5m02izFs0B1CFuDJKgGUMWaKm1MlcxMTjWg9NsnnLc/s1600/inspiring-photos-of-roads-leading-to-nowhere-06.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPP5bADTKEASr5TVFTzTzVkhOVndOWRRVbZDKkKrlsuXsyfbsyCVLUTL7QsbouqufB1_wVBmYW-fIihab9hHx976Nx5VWWEtnJKkH21_Z4lGDjQXFLDq_3pCloJQG1LoHhia8qLpPRg3S5/s1600/the_lazy_dog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPP5bADTKEASr5TVFTzTzVkhOVndOWRRVbZDKkKrlsuXsyfbsyCVLUTL7QsbouqufB1_wVBmYW-fIihab9hHx976Nx5VWWEtnJKkH21_Z4lGDjQXFLDq_3pCloJQG1LoHhia8qLpPRg3S5/s400/the_lazy_dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614929914812020882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">OMG I just had a crazy week. My fiance and I were suppose to get our stuff packed and move to Texas last week, but we totally procrastinated. We wanted to stick around New Orleans for a little bit longer, so we can properly say good bye to the city. Despite being warned a dozen times that packing 4 years worth of stuff in a messy room will take more than 1 day, we nevertheless spend majority of our precious time watching trash tv. After weeks of procrastination, this horrendous day have approached us without any warning. That is when we realize that we only have one day to get everything ready, into a truck, and drive 7 hours to Texas.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRoKAU_PqmgGuU3CJjDp7LvAxwOpd_aDwPUW1XyktKZOp8hD0OrtRkE1dY2Cr_cNON5SYgdq88lBOkN-CyyRAyq3UuCKOLPWCFA6HWp-SK5UV-mQIoi7AGHeG8lIUEcdvA3xJkD7kat18/s1600/imagespacking.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRoKAU_PqmgGuU3CJjDp7LvAxwOpd_aDwPUW1XyktKZOp8hD0OrtRkE1dY2Cr_cNON5SYgdq88lBOkN-CyyRAyq3UuCKOLPWCFA6HWp-SK5UV-mQIoi7AGHeG8lIUEcdvA3xJkD7kat18/s400/imagespacking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614924709594855458" border="0" /></a>Once we started packing, the room turned into a disaster. It looked like a tornado had gone haywire and spin around for a solid day. The boys didn't know where to start, but lucky for me, my womanly instinct kicked in, and I instantly know what to put in the box. My fiance and all the boys just concentrated on moving heavy boxes to the truck, while I do all the packing alone. What really bothers me is this conversation between me and his boys:<br /><br />"Fiance's boys (FB): have you ever packed before?<br />me: Of course all the time, I practically travel the world<br />FB: Do you honestly think you guys will be able to pack all this in a day and drive 7 hours to Texas?<br />me:shrug<br />FF: You guys should have done this sooner, you will never make it."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6MAdQuUarjdB-pzH3R08JlCiioh4VWOKlQ6R5Qe1gXzS4lhybdEkbWBZ0TKgxSRT8aINpDvGXdtH735nSCkkgVF0Vl8E6KFn7F5m02izFs0B1CFuDJKgGUMWaKm1MlcxMTjWg9NsnnLc/s1600/inspiring-photos-of-roads-leading-to-nowhere-06.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6MAdQuUarjdB-pzH3R08JlCiioh4VWOKlQ6R5Qe1gXzS4lhybdEkbWBZ0TKgxSRT8aINpDvGXdtH735nSCkkgVF0Vl8E6KFn7F5m02izFs0B1CFuDJKgGUMWaKm1MlcxMTjWg9NsnnLc/s400/inspiring-photos-of-roads-leading-to-nowhere-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614934053416279826" border="0" /></a><br />The word "never" strikes up a very negative feeling to me. It means a person is not capable or will not reach his goals. I was shock that these boys call themselves friends or homeboys to my fiance. the last time I checked friendship is someone who encourages you to reach your highest potential. I didn't want to say anything to upset them, so I kept quiet. I decided to relay the message to my fiance to see how he will react. He reacted calmly and maturely, he just shrugged and continue working. Then he turns around and said: "lets prove them wrong!!" My eyes began to glare with fire and rage to get all our stuff packed. I ran around the whole room grabbing whatever is on the floor and took only.0001 second to glimpse at it and decide if it's worthy to pack. After 16 painstaking hours, we finally got everything in the truck, and on top of that we had to tow my fiance's low ass car on a high ass ramp, and packed up two dumb pets. But we did it, and drove our ass 7 hours to Texas, all that and it didn't even take us more than a day.<br />"So take that stupid boys for calling yourselves my fiance's homeboys"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_aPur5nz3azHtvp7lawsEa3fY9KPx7orrt30wT5rRcb84gJulX62lCmbLcU-60KZ5iM5hR1sJlmElKQ7HLrTRl12NncB1J7b9Cs3-PpfOtClx2qPUFylsn6YNYAioVaHkFHaKHafhHzsA/s1600/Justin+Bieber+Never+Say+Never+DVDRip+XviD-DEFACED.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_aPur5nz3azHtvp7lawsEa3fY9KPx7orrt30wT5rRcb84gJulX62lCmbLcU-60KZ5iM5hR1sJlmElKQ7HLrTRl12NncB1J7b9Cs3-PpfOtClx2qPUFylsn6YNYAioVaHkFHaKHafhHzsA/s400/Justin+Bieber+Never+Say+Never+DVDRip+XviD-DEFACED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614937811741057666" border="0" /></a>I guess life is like looking at a messy room and you only have a certain amount of time to clean and pack. Usually you are given an unreasonable amount of time where it looks practically impossible, but is actually very plausible. What I'm saying is if we always listen or obey what is probable and what is not, we will never be able to reach our full potential. If my fiance and I have listened to his friends, we will probably end up moving to Texas 4 days later. Then if we run into an obstacle in our future endeavors, we will most likely give up, not knowing what we are capable of. We will be one of those people who analyze the statistics of winning and losing and use that as a determinant factor. We will never experience that to truly live is to be a defiant of what is suppose to be. With this experience of success despite the statistic being against us, I am confident to say, "never say never."<br /></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-26295991492891598122011-06-02T21:40:00.000-07:002011-06-02T22:53:40.331-07:00Bluefly, High Fashion at a Discount<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCWzmgF20MmU_FrHDXwKNPy8TJfIHH-TZO20has5u9RcW60R-qNwm-9LIoDkd0OB0xjlRC2wyONCIZ4gv9OvJF6NS1gr853JKiz-jzAgkmVnBXz11Mt0-deRMPCCzd5_7Bv0t4ytvRcvm/s1600/shopping_cartoon1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCWzmgF20MmU_FrHDXwKNPy8TJfIHH-TZO20has5u9RcW60R-qNwm-9LIoDkd0OB0xjlRC2wyONCIZ4gv9OvJF6NS1gr853JKiz-jzAgkmVnBXz11Mt0-deRMPCCzd5_7Bv0t4ytvRcvm/s400/shopping_cartoon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613849996021705058" border="0" /></a><br />I love shopping, but it's a hassle to carry all these bags and walk around for hours with cute, uncomfortable high heels. It's also outrageous how much the mall charges for high fashionable clothes, handbags, and accessories. I decided to do something new, and try out the shopping scene online. Lucky for me, I found an online fashionable store that sells Prada, Fendi, and Gucci at a major discount. If you love fashion at a discount, but extremely lazy to drive or walk around in the mall, then you should try <a href="http://www.bluefly.com/">Bluefly.</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLlGp3iwMh33cA6tVekSat6ky7evk7jKNm6vdYJFSZVFmqfk-0xA-GotQUTP70QqOWoKwXEjn7ODQaqelhluaeNaPpJ8RTcoyv4Oxsu-OwlrqwDa6mHDZsH4P4IriBYQ4pev2JcjI71Nh/s1600/fendi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLlGp3iwMh33cA6tVekSat6ky7evk7jKNm6vdYJFSZVFmqfk-0xA-GotQUTP70QqOWoKwXEjn7ODQaqelhluaeNaPpJ8RTcoyv4Oxsu-OwlrqwDa6mHDZsH4P4IriBYQ4pev2JcjI71Nh/s400/fendi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613860523244721410" border="0" /></a>Beautiful, brown leather and zucca ankle wrap sandals will give you an elegant, sexy look for the summer. This sleek, ravishing sandal will look very tasteful with a dark, color cocktail dress or summer dress. It's unbelievable that Bluefly is selling this for only $468, and if you are interested in this elegant Fendi sandal, you can find it in the Bluefly's <a href="http://www.bluefly.com/designer/fendi">Fendi</a> page.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlagAf5nMfJRGMub332Dy1XVoj3IvD-K2oyovcm30mpuz0xEkKadoGB8zrBzoFiREFvpRimXW1z7RXQ4PI7Ob4I3yDKv8wK-OW23HBpTHJTQtftPs6kCU9HXNUH7KZY02NEK8jA-FEzlv1/s1600/eqzoom85.ms.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlagAf5nMfJRGMub332Dy1XVoj3IvD-K2oyovcm30mpuz0xEkKadoGB8zrBzoFiREFvpRimXW1z7RXQ4PI7Ob4I3yDKv8wK-OW23HBpTHJTQtftPs6kCU9HXNUH7KZY02NEK8jA-FEzlv1/s400/eqzoom85.ms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613854339253534338" border="0" /></a>I absolutely adore this fashionable, blue, denim Fendi purse. This purse works very well with casual style such as blue jeans, mini skirts, tank tops, and well fitted t-shirt. It also looks great in a more professional style such as long black pants with white button up shirt and fashionable scarfs. I have seen Fendis in the mall before and they costs over $1110, but at Bluefly it only costs $888. If you want to check out more high fashion purses, click on Bluefly's <a href="http://www.bluefly.com/Fendi-Handbags/_/N-1z13zp3Zm2sa/list.fly">Fendi Handbags.</a><br /></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-59368670066048592762011-06-02T12:32:00.000-07:002012-05-02T13:00:26.397-07:0024 Hour Water Extraction in Austin Disasters, flood, hurricane, and catastrophe all happen at times that we least expected. We can't predict the future to prevent these events from happening, but we can always prepare for the worst. 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Say good bye to Hurricane Katrina and say hello to <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"><a href="http://www.thesteamteam.com/austin-restoration-services/water-extraction.shtml">round rock tx water damage</a></span></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-88830850398740629132011-06-02T00:00:00.000-07:002011-06-02T00:58:13.481-07:00how to make a face mask<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6HoPThz4zIkplxvuzlYkPE3NC3eSc57egN4_TX-TJxQGCXFVpgnq7V9LwAndp4vx3nygdlVy8Sv0j1__WWC-lOKjqxBbB_PusTpMjOwT7_rvjDOAMgkcYJT7KCneb2E4y0sWq1aG8wLc/s1600/work.6324015.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.water-lilies-after-a-refreshing-rain.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz6HoPThz4zIkplxvuzlYkPE3NC3eSc57egN4_TX-TJxQGCXFVpgnq7V9LwAndp4vx3nygdlVy8Sv0j1__WWC-lOKjqxBbB_PusTpMjOwT7_rvjDOAMgkcYJT7KCneb2E4y0sWq1aG8wLc/s400/work.6324015.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.water-lilies-after-a-refreshing-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611948702269012210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I hate having dry skin with little bumps on my face. Maybe I deserve it, I am notorious for leaving my make up on at night and sweating in the hot sun without wearing any protection. My girlfriends always visit expensive luxury cosmetic stores to buy moisturizers and beauty products that cost $50-100 bucks just to keep their face looking normal. what they fail to realize is that mother nature provides us with its own beauty product that is ten times better than what we bought from the cosmetic store. I guess it is hard to believe that something in the fruits isle at the grocery store can provide therapeutic treatment for our skin.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqQRlVIbAomHgxLlshH4vc8hcyq-Hr7l1Mk19_LTxHUqC447o_WaYSp4j4OPDvqcDKHIileFQjAK8p1fFDCgbU_ux0txfAqoetpcO72J3s34l6Ylbo1FVn31myWIZK-iQZQ1y80qZ94Dw/s1600/free-living-waterfall-screensaver-3709.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqQRlVIbAomHgxLlshH4vc8hcyq-Hr7l1Mk19_LTxHUqC447o_WaYSp4j4OPDvqcDKHIileFQjAK8p1fFDCgbU_ux0txfAqoetpcO72J3s34l6Ylbo1FVn31myWIZK-iQZQ1y80qZ94Dw/s400/free-living-waterfall-screensaver-3709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611954874353531810" border="0" /></a>Before creating a homemade face mask, it's important that you take a shower to open up the pores. Showering helps wash away extra, microscopic oil and dirt that could cling onto your skin. After taking a shower and drying off, it's best to wear a robe and something on your head to keep your hair from dangling onto your face. Afterward, go to the kitchen and mix these ingredients together:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Avocado</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMp7bgHZaAdmk9FS3kYPF5NeQ_nEaST_4ajagzkSvzLfBaMkoEUMNaU0RRgeFpWpoLeKh1P-HK_COwyqZlmtVfOU3dGdDHb8m5N6LnvHaK_JJt233VzNNg7QT8O6ynHzJce-MvcYiglCxx/s1600/d654b82c868934f0_avocado_burning_question.preview.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMp7bgHZaAdmk9FS3kYPF5NeQ_nEaST_4ajagzkSvzLfBaMkoEUMNaU0RRgeFpWpoLeKh1P-HK_COwyqZlmtVfOU3dGdDHb8m5N6LnvHaK_JJt233VzNNg7QT8O6ynHzJce-MvcYiglCxx/s400/d654b82c868934f0_avocado_burning_question.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612035738819164802" border="0" /></a>Cut up some avocado, throw the seed and shell away, and scoop the inside parts. It's best to cut them into little cubes and add them in the bowl. Don't moosh them yet until you got all the fruity ingredients in there. Avocados are popular fruits used as face mask, they contains an oily substance which is good for moisturizing dry skin. They are also a good source of potassium, which keeps skin young and healthy.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Banana</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LXPSUY2hutczMtD3KVeL9sKs1mPz_Dg4S5mFm4GRnWiPwN99wM-ydRGWdqF-7T6dsGSREI54o4K2xKlIRLabMxrPs2-VVCkIIapyXbLuyQq415gf94nGylzjF6ka9efKPRb0ScARD7p/s1600/pieraw_2291.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LXPSUY2hutczMtD3KVeL9sKs1mPz_Dg4S5mFm4GRnWiPwN99wM-ydRGWdqF-7T6dsGSREI54o4K2xKlIRLabMxrPs2-VVCkIIapyXbLuyQq415gf94nGylzjF6ka9efKPRb0ScARD7p/s400/pieraw_2291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612040150743623778" border="0" /></a>Peal the bananas and cut them up into pieces, and add them with the avocado. Bananas are full of vital nutrients for bodies, but these sweet tropical fruits also benefit the skin <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span></span>when applied in a facial mask. Bananas are high in Vitamin C, A, B6 and B12, plus they contain potassium and magnesium. The fruit acids in bananas help slough off dead skin and energize the complexion.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Papaya</span></span><br /><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgupAKwGpMRLChC93lUvXsuMq_W4hj-r-4MCqXF_u0-W4rAyl0puDyjTFWxrIAOJ3kvKDXA_abaZ8DPJwQzOZmsYTBBO4famdqkh_weSUZazQ8W2yIwWF3ukJytGrGKXxP_1gEpcIx-NpPN/s1600/papaya-lg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgupAKwGpMRLChC93lUvXsuMq_W4hj-r-4MCqXF_u0-W4rAyl0puDyjTFWxrIAOJ3kvKDXA_abaZ8DPJwQzOZmsYTBBO4famdqkh_weSUZazQ8W2yIwWF3ukJytGrGKXxP_1gEpcIx-NpPN/s400/papaya-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612044485957519426" border="0" /></a>Don't forget Papya, scoop the seeds out, peal them, cut them into pieces, and put them in the mix with the other fruits. This tropical fruit contains Vitamin C and Vitamin E, plus an enzyme that helps exfoliate and smooth the complexion. They also have this sweet, refreshing smell that can help rejuvenate your skin.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Strawberries<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3GWoaXh8OwEGCyxDdFjR3GxbiYsqGomJPsdurWGPlkMqVSi38tbs8iYCMFVQuQwzMaykdImwe_mu06xiI1KZ0EWEVaZQXIz4CSL2veOBbssg0qF_WNKpAKa1E2kMMLOrVSvnlE3q2Fzt/s1600/strawberry-plant2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3GWoaXh8OwEGCyxDdFjR3GxbiYsqGomJPsdurWGPlkMqVSi38tbs8iYCMFVQuQwzMaykdImwe_mu06xiI1KZ0EWEVaZQXIz4CSL2veOBbssg0qF_WNKpAKa1E2kMMLOrVSvnlE3q2Fzt/s400/strawberry-plant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612052667480461698" border="0" /></a>Now it's time for some strawberries, my favorite fruit. Since strawberries are alittle more acidic, you might want to put a little amount on your face mask. It's good to have some strawberries in your skin, it helps unclogged pores, relieve redness, and get rid of acne. I guess they're not only delicious in smoothies, but also in the beauty world :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Honey</span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu07E0QXmLx8KIhRA5D-q4U_bL5mSoZ0AeoAobvOChRMtu7diEwkwwVvf-hD8siq9Pgtm_4MCXpWStzzms-d4WyRs2qCjEzHC0TGfMEZyM7MM0txoyPKINap17tVdjaZm-xRfRMHg0F3Ex/s1600/honey3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu07E0QXmLx8KIhRA5D-q4U_bL5mSoZ0AeoAobvOChRMtu7diEwkwwVvf-hD8siq9Pgtm_4MCXpWStzzms-d4WyRs2qCjEzHC0TGfMEZyM7MM0txoyPKINap17tVdjaZm-xRfRMHg0F3Ex/s400/honey3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613494688577285586" border="0" /></a><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><div style="text-align: center;">I love honey in my tea, my bread, and my crackers, but most of all I love to use honey on my face mask. Honey have been used to kill germs and reduce inflammation, they also help clear pimples. I use to put honey on my face during high school to reduce break outs, I have to say, it's way more effective than those expensive lotion or cream in luxury stores.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx92UKsxif0QbvWTXRz8lZFUHg3X14WgbtNrU_Pdd3FrmhGd6AKv2tLI8Vh8H6RPNsUjsFmRHN6DQGKfQckvmrvbmCIMBwewGo4FDkyxRJyTMyFNTd76gX7Lm65zen3I1qWEN1lfWsDsA5/s1600/5435228538_13b5ee5c5a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx92UKsxif0QbvWTXRz8lZFUHg3X14WgbtNrU_Pdd3FrmhGd6AKv2tLI8Vh8H6RPNsUjsFmRHN6DQGKfQckvmrvbmCIMBwewGo4FDkyxRJyTMyFNTd76gX7Lm65zen3I1qWEN1lfWsDsA5/s400/5435228538_13b5ee5c5a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613522350357990146" border="0" /></a>After adding all the ingredients in a bowl, moosh them together until they turn into a pasty mixture. Afterward, wet your face a little, and gently apply these yummy mixture. Your face will feel weird and sticky, but don't worry all you have to do is leave it on for 15 min and wash it out. It feels really good washing them off, but the best part is that it leaves your skin looking and feeling good, and don't forget to add a little bit of moisturizer afterward to keep your face hydrated.<br /></div><br /></div></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-37784470956150616852011-05-27T15:33:00.000-07:002011-05-27T17:23:49.191-07:00Is Legally Blonde an insult to female lawyers?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPN9PwETPflmuBhaEjhaP2npoxy8bj01XWHumVEQBDkXU0YDgCXxgIiQ_OTEdFW-fBmC20mDRj9i0kC_3vnhe4MX5f1gxDBpPkKOcyZcS48GNhjR6zw70sRbdjK4dA6w1jUB-VPhUP1tgK/s1600/1f4f7ef11bf6ba0a7a48b78600f2f946.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPN9PwETPflmuBhaEjhaP2npoxy8bj01XWHumVEQBDkXU0YDgCXxgIiQ_OTEdFW-fBmC20mDRj9i0kC_3vnhe4MX5f1gxDBpPkKOcyZcS48GNhjR6zw70sRbdjK4dA6w1jUB-VPhUP1tgK/s400/1f4f7ef11bf6ba0a7a48b78600f2f946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611514462902684210" border="0" /></a>I love Legally Blonde, every time it's on tv, I just have to watch it.I've seen this movie a billion times, but it never gets old. The movie is about this sexy, ditzy blonde, who decided to go to Harvard Law school to get her boyfriend back. It's hilarious, she doesn't fit in with these top notch intellect, but at the end she prevails, and becomes top of the class. This was inspiring, it shows that you don't have to be the geek or the nerd, and you can still succeed in whatever the geeks or the nerds do. My lawyer friend on the other hand would beg to differ.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytHViCIExFZRn32vpksYLSuDxkhyIeQsvGJRqffTx61bPdIoAAP8CfHA5MJaBpmwAZ1n4NMT4A1OJ6TvK0zWa1SBGCbKrEOQixrSSJr76QvBGNCmVhozGsEz0L4pE1Yog6ZtTkI0bnWfk/s1600/LegallyBlonde_468x403.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytHViCIExFZRn32vpksYLSuDxkhyIeQsvGJRqffTx61bPdIoAAP8CfHA5MJaBpmwAZ1n4NMT4A1OJ6TvK0zWa1SBGCbKrEOQixrSSJr76QvBGNCmVhozGsEz0L4pE1Yog6ZtTkI0bnWfk/s400/LegallyBlonde_468x403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611525107081737650" border="0" /></a>My friend who just graduated from law school instant message me one night and demanded that I stop watching Legally Blonde. I thought she was joking, but apparently she wasn't. She claims that Legally Blonde depicts a good lawyer as any women who is hot and can read a book. The movie basically makes fun of the law career as something that anyone with a pulse or a brain can do. She got even more upset when I told her about this Korean show called Prosecutor Princess, which is about this hot fashionable women who just graduated from law school. She continue to explain the complexity and obstacles that law students must conquer in order to reach their goals: the abstract thinking process of the LSAT, the amount of case studies that they have to go through, and the bar exam is no joke.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIqh2Ks-6axVldB9q4sZdI7w4A_ICrVcrfjBD3tI-EQSJxUdm-K6GsRCydxLja_nlbyASaAdmN57v9T3beQdKApYYU0yAs2yJEh3YWYmo_mJ4IS78IgmdBwuQ0XHXag3eOdlbuBwgbryr/s1600/ProsecutorPrincess.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIqh2Ks-6axVldB9q4sZdI7w4A_ICrVcrfjBD3tI-EQSJxUdm-K6GsRCydxLja_nlbyASaAdmN57v9T3beQdKApYYU0yAs2yJEh3YWYmo_mJ4IS78IgmdBwuQ0XHXag3eOdlbuBwgbryr/s400/ProsecutorPrincess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611529902984105602" border="0" /></a>I do feel her pain, she graduated with huge amount of debt, and the job she obtained is barely enough to pay for food. This reminded me about the time when I ask this high schooler what she wanted to do in the future. Without hesitation, she shouted out "I want to be a lawyer because I can argue really well and because I am pretty." Her parents agree though, they said she is pretty good at back talking therefore she should be a lawyer. That's hilarious because the law career is not about arguing, back talk, or even physical appearances, it's about providing factual evidence, support, and debate in a professional manner to save your client from getting his or her ass sued. Because of their ignorance, I recommended her daughter to buy a strip pole, it could come handy in the future.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1UM36oYN4vK0nExXzQUBrTOfllHKG_wYE87KgZZnmBWPywanJXku5rhZqI4VWd98EuG-5X8gq1Yxok1T0bcsWUUqxzHH-fVMVyTu4IwvLVzCIkILiJkGsDj0WDNZHgwzxzFzvTWMd2U8/s1600/watch-scrubs-episodes-online.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1UM36oYN4vK0nExXzQUBrTOfllHKG_wYE87KgZZnmBWPywanJXku5rhZqI4VWd98EuG-5X8gq1Yxok1T0bcsWUUqxzHH-fVMVyTu4IwvLVzCIkILiJkGsDj0WDNZHgwzxzFzvTWMd2U8/s400/watch-scrubs-episodes-online.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611533295054292338" border="0" /></a><br />Anyways, my lawyer friend continue ranting about how doctors are getting overpaid. She explains that a doctor and a lawyer has about the same amount of debt from school. However, after a doctor completed his residency, he or she will bring in over $200,000. Some even get as high as half a million, and yet they are still out there complaining about meds school loans, not being paid enough, and not getting the respect. I couldn't help but laugh, and change the conversation about the show Scrubs. Scrubs pretty much make fun of doctors and nurses. Look how lazy these idiots are, and yet they are qualified to save people's lives, doesn't that make fun of the medical career? She counteract my argument by explaining that even though they have the lazy, comical demeanor, the show nevertheless depicts their actual intelligence. It's true Elliot from Scrub is the hot blonde, but she prove herself worthy by performing her tasks the way a real life doctor would do. Her medical vocabulary is adequate and her procedures are done correctly. Elle Woods from Legally Blonde on the other hand just looks like a chicken running around with her head cut off.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkNVQR8RLnnytUEUoAfvfprQ0uuqOb5lolyc_nBifHOjeCXK882zeA7Qcnp94r1nYg_w2tNDuunsozyA-TdAp_DTDBFbVmVutv4jKUdysUq9pSjMpKFbDFIMppquo6eHOZzaDbRcHbwwK/s1600/101001childrens-hospital-renewed1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkNVQR8RLnnytUEUoAfvfprQ0uuqOb5lolyc_nBifHOjeCXK882zeA7Qcnp94r1nYg_w2tNDuunsozyA-TdAp_DTDBFbVmVutv4jKUdysUq9pSjMpKFbDFIMppquo6eHOZzaDbRcHbwwK/s400/101001childrens-hospital-renewed1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611541884151172514" border="0" /></a>She further argue that Elle Wood only won the case because she got lucky, she got the case where hair and fashion are involve. Elliot on the other hand received her promotion to private practice was due to her work ethics. This was a tough one, my friend does have a good point, and because she was very upset, I decided to do my best to win this argument. I asked her, "have you seen Children's Hospital in Adult swim?" She nodded her head, and I continued,"do you think it's even remotely possible to heal a critically ill patient with the medicine of laughter AKA Clown Medicine?" She cracked up really hard and said "I take back everything I said about lawyers being disrespected in the media."<br /><br />Bottom line is, the media makes fun of everything, so don't take it seriously!!!!<br /><br /></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-91219175395486272442011-05-25T00:58:00.000-07:002011-05-26T02:53:49.510-07:00Late Night Sweets<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtEQ3x9njRAtySeurZUE5SefrzgoHbqKTCbUim3Vf7L5yuzFMxdIIMPCvaJG0PqKtO7VDDLq78r4nxACy5Jt3L2hrShEL6Ki3HBLpJjdHwsOioP20qzou8bqnTiaYTufHzmccTbHzXIMf/s1600/Slimmed-Down-Sweets_featured_article_628x371.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtEQ3x9njRAtySeurZUE5SefrzgoHbqKTCbUim3Vf7L5yuzFMxdIIMPCvaJG0PqKtO7VDDLq78r4nxACy5Jt3L2hrShEL6Ki3HBLpJjdHwsOioP20qzou8bqnTiaYTufHzmccTbHzXIMf/s400/Slimmed-Down-Sweets_featured_article_628x371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610561269758611378" border="0" /></a></div> I was up late last night, with the tv on, and some empty boxes scattered all over the floor. I know I said I will not procrastinate, but I was craving for something sweet. I was drinking a cup of green tea and searching for food in the refrigerator, unfortunately, the only thing I found were expired cookie does. I was hesitant about this, but my craving overcame my morals about eating expired food. I guess it doesn't matter if the cookie still taste like a cookie, after all we are in a middle of moving our stuff to another state, so I don't have anything to create the ultimate desert. If I do, these are the sweet treats I would rather make (click on the images to find out more):<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Beignet</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2220965_make-beignets.html"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxav5MGEhPKDBQ-UIo56YQV8TikPOT-mIfRptJTgOSlLqTpticA3XDcXDY3QxaAt3l0Bltfd42CeiFRoGr502TfEWxCcv6vjt79HTndaZmIvAtZpg-4feq31248pl9Phedb7TVVTht5UWX/s400/12-Cook-Nook-Learning-the-Music-Beignet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610827408519447426" border="0" /></a> <p>1. In a large saucepan over medium heat, heat 1 cup of water, 1/2 cup of butter, 1 teaspoon of sugar and 1/4 teaspoon of salt until your butter melts and the mixture starts to boil.</p><div class="stepMeat"> </div> 2. Remove pan from heat and add 1 cup of flour. Vigorously stir until all ingredients are well mixed and the mixture pulls away from the sides of the pan and forms into a ball.<span class="stepNumber"><br /><br /></span>3. Add 4 eggs one at a time, beating thoroughly after each addition until the mixture is smooth and glossy. Add 1 teaspoon of <a style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; text-decoration: underline; border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen; padding-bottom: 1px; color: darkgreen; background-color: transparent;" class="itxtrst itxtrsta itxthook" href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2220965_make-beignets.html#" id="itxthook1" rel="nofollow"><span id="itxthook1w0" class="itxtrst itxtrstspan itxthookspan" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; font-weight: inherit;font-size:inherit;color:darkgreen;" ></span></a>vanilla extract and mix it into the batter.<br /><br />4. In another Saucepan or frying pan, heat about 1 and 1/2 inches of salad or cooking <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>oil to about 375 degrees (F). You can also use a deep fryer if you prefer.<br /><br /><div>5. Once the oil is hot enough, drop heaping teaspoonfuls of dough into the hot oil and fry the beignets a few at a time until they are golden brown in color. Drain on paper towels, keeping them warm until ready to serve.<br /><br />6) Top with confectioner sugar<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">White Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/white-chocolate-chip-oatmeal-cookies-10000000577258/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmlg79sdB4xpKXG1AkKGbq4dYL53SPso2jUhCwscbXUnR85TvvmzYBvMCL8xTHN5lJoxq9Tq0_ivqxw3s-rdA-O-kClwO-7f2_hE7ZVhKPqllMm61MZfZPAup-_GBv0y5Om6KzON7UsBv/s400/cookies-sl-577258-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610918099278930530" border="0" /></a>1) Beat 1 cup of butter at medium speed with an electric mixer until creamy; gradually add 1 cup of sugars,<br /> beating well. Add 2 large eggs, one at a time, beating just until yellow disappears after each addition. Stir in 2 teaspoon of vanilla.<br /><br />2) Combine 3 cups of flour and next 3 ingredients (1 teaspoon of baking soda, 1 teaspoon of<br /> baking powder, and 1 teaspoon of salt) ; gradually add to butter mixture, beating until<br /> blended. Stir in one and half cups of oats, 2 cups of white chocolate morsels, and 1 cups of chopped pecans. Drop by tablespoonfuls onto greased baking sheets.<br /><br />3) Bake at 350° for 12 minutes. Cool on baking sheets 3 minutes; remove to wire racks to cool completely.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pavlova Parfaits</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/pavlova-parfaits-10000001194604/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiojwjnCRnveFo2_mTLO5KMjOgPjzbooKRUXWa4RfoDMG_ahAdxuh0Wf84lBVnMtDF4nEY4rHOK4ov_jEeH1dfiKMavks4Pgg7A3hZnrYwfTZwy1cXJbVRHwPuoqAp2Sja1CNzZqGiAmVb-/s400/parfaits-su-1194604-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610928600722524562" border="0" /></a><br /> 1. With a sharp paring knife, split one ( 7-8 inches) vanilla bean open lengthwise. Use the knife to scrape the<br /> tiny black seeds into a small bowl; reserve pod. Add the 1 tablespoon powdered sugar <br /> and 1 tablespoon of the whipping cream to the bowl and mix well to separate vanilla seeds.<br /><br /> 2. Cut vanilla pod completely in half lengthwise. In a 1- to 1 1/2-quart pan, combine vanilla<br /> pod halves, 2 tablespoon of granulated sugar, and 1 cup of muscat wine. Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce heat<br /> and simmer until reduced to about 1/3 cup, 15 to 20 minutes. Let mixture cool slightly; discard vanilla pod halves.<br /><br /> 3. Stir 3 cups of mixed berries (blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries) into wine mixture in pan. Chill berry mixture in refrigerator for at least 15 minutes and up to 3 hours.<br />4. Meanwhile, in the large bowl of an electric mixer, combine vanilla-cream mixture and remaining whipping cream. Beat until soft peaks form.<br /><br />5. Cut 3 ounces of crisp vanilla meringues cookies into half inch chunks and put them into<br /> whipped cream mixture. In a 12-ounce glass, layer 1/8 of the berry mixture, 1/8 of the<br /> whipped cream mixture, and 1/8 of the pistachios. Repeat layering and top with a few fresh berries. Layer ingredients in the same order in 3 more glasses.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pineapple Satays with Coconut Caramel</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdGvBj6gDinQSqh6i_Pc3x7IsxJp5-yu66dQJDRXUG2n2Amty-HdqJzxT0jaELLWv2gOQGV7r4lmuRqB1l8GxbZCCmBZDczYE94fGAYoLN81IVvEVmWgzFgIQ7xj_qe5hqo1z3YfDbh-N/s1600/pineapple-satay-su-1816283-l.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdGvBj6gDinQSqh6i_Pc3x7IsxJp5-yu66dQJDRXUG2n2Amty-HdqJzxT0jaELLWv2gOQGV7r4lmuRqB1l8GxbZCCmBZDczYE94fGAYoLN81IVvEVmWgzFgIQ7xj_qe5hqo1z3YfDbh-N/s400/pineapple-satay-su-1816283-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610940168242830034" border="0" /></a><br />1. Trim ends from pineapple, then stand it on one end and cut off peel. Quarter pineapple lengthwise and cut out core. Reserve half the pineapple for another use. Cut each remaining quarter into 4 lengthwise slices, then cut each slice in half to make 16 thin wedges. Skewer each lengthwise.<br /><br />2. In a small saucepan, combine 1 cup of sugar with 1/2 cup water. Bring to a boil, swirling to <br /> dissolve sugar; boil, swirling occasionally (do not stir), until just golden and honeylike. Remove from heat and slowly whisk in 3/4 cup of coconut milk (mixture will bubble furiously).<br /><br />3. Prepare a gas or charcoal grill for high heat (450° to 550°; you can hold your hand 5 in. above cooking grate only 2 to 4 seconds). Using a pastry brush, coat pineapple pieces with caramel sauce. Grill just until marks appear, then turn to mark other side, 4 to 5 minutes total. Put skewers on a platter, sprinkle with 1/4 cup of toasted coconut, and serve with remaining caramel sauce<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Peppermint-topped Brownies</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/peppermint-topped-brownies-10000001683593/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFj6Cjp5KuFU_HeywLkw3lDQSi68OQA0xVia7NslDIIoQeTs9CqjdDSy_6U2__Y3IivlDA_LRMaGRXgoj57IM2BXZUJSG3O_gpJFKSQO9f6Uh9gWxtfqXTj9wGkNdTrA-cSntPDQj56FIL/s400/peppermint-brownies-su-1683593-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610955997472783106" border="0" /></a><br />1. Preheat oven to 350°. Butter a 9- by 13-in. baking pan. In a medium saucepan, stir 10 tablespoon of butter<br /> and 6 ounces of bittersweet chocolate over very low heat with a heatproof rubber spatula until just<br /> melted (do not let simmer or boil). Remove from heat and let cool slightly, about 5 minutes.<br />2. In a large bowl, whisk together 3 eggs, sugar, 1 tablespoon of vanilla, and 1/4 teaspoon of salt. Slowly pour chocolate-butter<br /> mixture into egg mixture, whisking constantly. Into a separate bowl, sift 1 cup of flour, 1/2 cup of cocoa<br /> powder, and 1/2 teaspoon of baking powder, then whisk together. With a clean rubber spatula, <br /> gently fold flour mixture into egg mixture until just combined.<br /><br />3. Spread batter evenly in the baking pan. Bake 20 to 30 minutes, or until brownies are firm,<br /> beginning to pull away from sides of pan, and a toothpick inserted in center emerges with<br /> only a few crumbs clinging to it. Let brownies cool completely in the pan on a wire rack.<br /><br />4. Reduce oven temperature to 300°. Line a level, rimmed 11 1/2- by 16-in. baking sheet with<br />parchment. With a pencil, draw a grid of 1 3/4-in. squares on parchment (5 rows of 8),<br /> leaving about a 1-in. border, and turn parchment over. Place a mint in the center of each <br /> square. Bake 15 to 25 minutes, or until completely melted into 1 large sheet, but remove<br /> before candy begins to turn yellow. Immediately score 80 peppermint squares candies with a pizza<br /> cutter, using pencil lines as your guide. If scored lines don't hold, rescore quickly. Let<br /> candy cool completely. Gently break into squares along score lines. Arrange, bake, and<br /> score remaining 40 candies the same way (you'll have extra squares; pick the prettiest).<br /><br />5. In the top of a double boiler or a metal bowl set over simmering water, combine 1/2 pound<br /> chopped semisweet chocolate and 1 cup of whipping cream. Cook, stirring often, until melted and blended. Remove from heat and let ganache cool until just warm.<br /><br />6. Pour ganache over cooled brownies in pan and allow to set until firm, about 2 hours at room temperature or 1 hour in the refrigerator.<br /><br />7. Place peppermint squares bottom side up on ganache, leaving enough room between squares<br /> to cut brownies. Cut brownies into squares along edges of peppermint tops, wiping knife<br /> clean between cuts. Remove brownies from pan, discard (or eat) scraps, and return<br /> brownies to pan. Cover with plastic wrap, making sure wrap does not touch peppermint, and refrigerate 3 hours (to soften candy a bit). Serve slightly chilled.</div></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-59203385178986084362011-05-24T16:20:00.000-07:002011-05-24T18:29:46.806-07:00The New Trend is Something to Howl About<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zLWGAEYRjl9fCQK5zTuHnmhl9L_XgIevzYR95tiBEtYet6s9mbXWD1ezfcpx_aWOpTK0leLGBMyhGE_hb94MkveNSb6b7b2ubWLG1E_tuJ-3kZDF5LN0Llze8-PMrc9larbLnv2EWAUg/s1600/56698211.UqIHPlSd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zLWGAEYRjl9fCQK5zTuHnmhl9L_XgIevzYR95tiBEtYet6s9mbXWD1ezfcpx_aWOpTK0leLGBMyhGE_hb94MkveNSb6b7b2ubWLG1E_tuJ-3kZDF5LN0Llze8-PMrc9larbLnv2EWAUg/s400/56698211.UqIHPlSd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610430806626247906" border="0" /></a><br />Whenever I go to the zoo, the first thing that comes to mind is to see the bad ass animals like the tigers, lions, and wolves. Out of the three, the wolves seem to be more attractive and hypnotizing. Unlike tigers and lions, wolves mate for life, meaning they choose one mate and only stick to that mate till death. They are not only loyal, but also attractive as well. The way they walk and carry themselves, combine with their bad boy demeanor are the whole package that girls tend to go crazy over.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPuT7EK9o7RFruU8oYhVF-pEfC_etXE1RIMH1NV6MVAM3QOz4XvCLH3g8UYaiWezaQ9-lxoipOT91DkDheORASU2Tb8Joi0HNtl22QZbxzkJ9ZjMdQ7IVI18-xRfu31PimIvqq9AKuP4o/s1600/taylor_lautner300.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPuT7EK9o7RFruU8oYhVF-pEfC_etXE1RIMH1NV6MVAM3QOz4XvCLH3g8UYaiWezaQ9-lxoipOT91DkDheORASU2Tb8Joi0HNtl22QZbxzkJ9ZjMdQ7IVI18-xRfu31PimIvqq9AKuP4o/s400/taylor_lautner300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610439667933238322" border="0" /></a>Every girl wants a bad boy with a sensitive side, and that is where Twilight created Jacob Black. This loyal guy who can morph into this giant, ferocious wolf, whose mission is to protect a tiny innocent girl. Twilight made millions marketing this strategy, so why not start a trend here.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_uSw26yKhxG1BxzmbVhHr7R2ZKUrXy5DWDfYTv7Af1PZOnZ9m2FXqArlN9G9xAu1qsiognqEGgYlwZmNH58ApDVGYP3-wuLpaKuNyw8lckWzUVHjr5G0d-lKrlyeCxSG_J8pSNH8KQm/s1600/teen-wolf-premiere-date.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhye_uSw26yKhxG1BxzmbVhHr7R2ZKUrXy5DWDfYTv7Af1PZOnZ9m2FXqArlN9G9xAu1qsiognqEGgYlwZmNH58ApDVGYP3-wuLpaKuNyw8lckWzUVHjr5G0d-lKrlyeCxSG_J8pSNH8KQm/s400/teen-wolf-premiere-date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610443993844454514" border="0" /></a>I was watching tv late at night and I notice a commercial premiering teen wolf. The commercial was very simple, it shows a guy with six packs, crouched down, half naked, looking all luscious and desperate. His eyes were glowing yellow, fangs hanging out, and body glistening from sweats. I have a feeling this will be a big hit with mostly girl fans and the actors will be famous in no time. The fact that rage and hormones transform him into a killing machine, and he has to hide this from his love or else she could get hurt, and all the other conundrum to protect his love makes this sound way hotter than porn. Maybe I'm way over my head about this teen wolf show, so I'm going to let you guys be the judge, let me know if you guys think this is hot: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeenWolfMTV?blend=9&ob=5#p/u/5/93jVAcXrA0w">Click Here and you will know what I mean :)</a><br /></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2194870775924477406.post-72158175270217607732011-05-22T14:22:00.000-07:002011-05-22T17:23:56.002-07:00Procrastination<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzi7Gr61ruQqInsXN29pwlxjVO3-9fq8N68Bcswwmz80_qtcFm5pYSEcS7J21G6WgVE51maep8ivuIZzpcFPxI-OQTZM1gulCK-j7xuRIyvCDI1bsco2Ttzd3Ua2PevGzRInJ9Ffj3s2f/s1600/ws_Sleepy_puppy_1600x1200.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFzi7Gr61ruQqInsXN29pwlxjVO3-9fq8N68Bcswwmz80_qtcFm5pYSEcS7J21G6WgVE51maep8ivuIZzpcFPxI-OQTZM1gulCK-j7xuRIyvCDI1bsco2Ttzd3Ua2PevGzRInJ9Ffj3s2f/s400/ws_Sleepy_puppy_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609657268262225074" border="0" /></a>I am so lazy right now, I know I'm suppose to help my fiance pack for Houston Texas, but I just want to sit on this couch and watch tv with my furry rabbit Mochi. I know that procrastination is bad for you, it's a waste of time, and you don't get anything done, but I just can't seem to put the energy into it. It's practically impossible for me to start something unless it has to be turned in the following day. Countless times I have this feeling that I need to finish this task, but my body refuses to function. I can never seem to defeat procrastination, and always fall victim to its clutches.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCXKRudvKeZM2zUJNWWTp3TNjoRXg8rvUPNYSL6uclLQhS0fOFCL5T5WAEN-AnsPfJjaLLxIlvsYxqe_IH-uY9K43oG4Kiws51ZQ3i0X6n1PaKD7seePt8zcaAg8hxWLPQ5h6f0ZA2j8Y/s1600/untitled.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCXKRudvKeZM2zUJNWWTp3TNjoRXg8rvUPNYSL6uclLQhS0fOFCL5T5WAEN-AnsPfJjaLLxIlvsYxqe_IH-uY9K43oG4Kiws51ZQ3i0X6n1PaKD7seePt8zcaAg8hxWLPQ5h6f0ZA2j8Y/s400/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609670533604983586" border="0" /></a>Then again, procrastination is how I come up with the most innovative, outrageous ideas for my assignments. There's nothing like a deadline to get your adrenaline rushing and heart pumping. It's usually this type of atmosphere that everything around me and every word I hear sparks an idea for my future and my current assignment. Adrenaline is something that gives us a closer insight of the world that we never notice during a state of relaxation. It's like I'm a superhero at the moment, controlling the uncontrollable and everything seem so crystal clear. It's also like I know exactly what I needed to do, and my body and mind connected together to complete the task. I tried being the good girl before, writing my essay a week before it's due. I just end up sitting on a chair with a blank stare, then I would doodle some weird looking cartoon, and fall asleep on the spot. Then again procrastination is not for everyone, it's only for those adrenaline junkie like me, where inspirations comes only with a deadline cutting close.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoGKFakT8KtD5-sfgwh45Vi0B4k5jsDMOje3MymEImj6yNffHn41wioopmKHlvAECPNzD0BgNN-PzsI1zrgbET96cH0IJHirhod3_YY1u4iejJ5NNP7js2oM1jCcMCyHTVHnfnDZeyQYJ/s1600/rose-petal-cupcakes_slideshow_image.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoGKFakT8KtD5-sfgwh45Vi0B4k5jsDMOje3MymEImj6yNffHn41wioopmKHlvAECPNzD0BgNN-PzsI1zrgbET96cH0IJHirhod3_YY1u4iejJ5NNP7js2oM1jCcMCyHTVHnfnDZeyQYJ/s400/rose-petal-cupcakes_slideshow_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609684633234143522" border="0" /></a> I find it hilarious that there are clutters of dishes, boxes, food, books, and other junk scatter all over the floor and I haven't gotten my ass out of the couch to put things in the box. The boxes are practically empty, and my fiance and I have to get out of New Orleans by Tuesday. I have to say we are the perfect match, I'm watching the Real Housewives and talking to everyone out there while he's playing some game called "Pocket Legend."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_cFLhwirDOEJxk9fqgN1NTsDOgPGt1uDgKNq7V5GPka3nsVhQU_OhYuwc2W1mq2wTsNKsDV9F6Uh0lAzD_1E0DSfPp_lZJ-7QlygOBioj9aVFMRqL1KSRZpkz-IpH8yvPGco8sjTAa1n/s1600/val7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_cFLhwirDOEJxk9fqgN1NTsDOgPGt1uDgKNq7V5GPka3nsVhQU_OhYuwc2W1mq2wTsNKsDV9F6Uh0lAzD_1E0DSfPp_lZJ-7QlygOBioj9aVFMRqL1KSRZpkz-IpH8yvPGco8sjTAa1n/s400/val7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609689670026722242" border="0" /></a>That's not even the worst part, the Mississippi river is flooded and the water is heading towards Louisiana. My fiance and I saw the levees, and boy were the waters filling up quickly, we might experience a flood if we don't do something soon. Sigh, but why act immediately when I love this city so much. New Orleans is where I got engaged, it's where I did my research, is where I found brotherhood and sisterhood, is where I met all these cool, interesting people, and of course where I fell in love. I guess I'm just too hesitant to leave the city that gave me love and happiness. I don't want to leave the city that lets me get my ass drunk without anyone judging me. I only lived here for a total of 6 months, I often make monthly trips to New orleans during my school year in Boston MA. Especially during Mardi Gras, and I'm definitely going to miss catching beads and running near the floats, hoping to get a stuff animal. Hmmm, I have a feeling that it's not procrastination that is hindering my ability to pack : /<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-G9PB8V7xwRiSAlV_9gSbysFmU6tHIERAAOROhvC0n5hrEM-Fht3hT7de2clo-t_1L_H6ahiHrQKm0SBTYrMtME7p91yNIjt3eJcH1w2BECrwMR9P_T5Mu-3XT1npruPDt1s8y49yQmV/s1600/AngelCake.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-G9PB8V7xwRiSAlV_9gSbysFmU6tHIERAAOROhvC0n5hrEM-Fht3hT7de2clo-t_1L_H6ahiHrQKm0SBTYrMtME7p91yNIjt3eJcH1w2BECrwMR9P_T5Mu-3XT1npruPDt1s8y49yQmV/s400/AngelCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609694332460476306" border="0" /></a>Well, I guess I have to suck it up, and face the reality that I have to move on to the next phase of my life. The only thing I can do is to reminiscence and tell stories of the places I've been to and the people I met. Well, ladies and gentlemen I will get my ass off this couch and throw anything I see in these boxes, hopefully I don't burst into tears :)<br /><br /></div>Cubicw86http://www.blogger.com/profile/10863622621536177249noreply@blogger.com0