Summer love in California

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 :)

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.

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.

If you have ever been to Barnes and Nobles or Border, you will notice a huge section dedicated to Mangas and Japanese magazines. If you have ever been to comicon that only happens once a year in San Diego, you will witness that halloween is not the only day to wear costumes. Apparently, Japanese culture has become so big to the point that fans will dress up as their favorite characters for the anime conventions which happens frequently throughout the year. Fans are so die heart that they are able to replicate the characteristics and appearance of their favorite anime. It's amazing that fans are able to expand the popularity of the Japanese culture through anime. I only been to one convention, but only as a photographer so I never dressed up. It's like walking into another world, where the limitations in reality does not exist anymore. It's kind of funny, but I think some would say this culture is a way for people to escape the every day changes and stress that occurs in life. Think about it, in many japanese shows, movies, and mangas, the main character is always smart, popular, beautiful, handsome, and powerful, and in real life, it's very unrealistic for anyone to possess all these attributes. That is why it would be pleasurable to escape limitation and become someone else that has all the admirable qualities.

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.

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.

Asians Breaking into the Industry

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

Brian Lee (a.k.a BeLeeve)

The beautiful, humble, and yet sensational Kina Granis on the left and upcoming music and film artist Brian Lee on the right.

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:

“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.

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.

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

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

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.

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 was very impress with Brian's views about this whole concept, and with his permission I decided to show you:

A True Artists at Work

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

BeLeeve- Shadow (Original)

"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" ~Neyo

Ne-yo- One In A Million (Cover)

What changes do you think will take place for Asian-American Artist in the future?

Women say one thing, but mean another

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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

Is Wine Tasting for the Birds??

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.

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.

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.

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?

How Poop and Fart saved my life

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

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.

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 :)

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 ;) "

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 :)

APRS is a Powerful, Contagious Disease That must be Stopped

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.

You don't believe me, well I'm happy to show you some dumbass conversations.

My dad, the Fashion Guru

Dad bought me this purse that looks like light vomit/diarrhea. I kindly accepted the gift and compliment it to make him happy :)

dad: Hey Hilda I got you this expensive $200 bag

me: oh thanks, it looks really nice, you are very good at picking fashionable things

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

me (whispers to mom): I know, I don't want to hurt his feelings

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.

My parents know how to be generous and get what they want

We were at 99 ranch store, an Asian supermarket filled with asians :)

Mom: hey Hilda do you like this rice cooker

me: huh, I don't know, it's $50

Mom: Yea but do you like it

me: I don't know, I guess

Mom: Then I'm going to buy it

dad: why are you buying a $50 rice cooker?

mom: Hilda wants it really really bad. We should buy whatever our kids want because it shows we are good parents.

dad: Hey umm Hilda what do you think about this box of mangos

me: it's $30

dad: do you like it

me: I don't know, I guess

dad: then we are buying it. See we are wonderful parents, we buy whatever our kid want.

APRS spread to another parent

another parent: Hey Hilda I was wondering if you want to go watch the fireworks with me in the park

me: umm I'm kind of tired, no thank you

another parent: look it's really beautiful firework

mom: Oh wow, we should really go

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

me: ummm, I don't remember saying that

mom: i agree, let's go because Hilda wants to

me: hold up, if you guys want to go see fireworks, then you should go regardless of what I think.

another parents: oh you mistaken, I don't care for fireworks, I see it all the time

mom: exactly, fireworks are very common, we want to go because you want to witness it

me: I did?? why am I not aware of it

Dressing conservatively

mom: I really wish you wear less clothes

me: I don't think it's a good idea

mom: why

me: I'm just being respectful, I don't want to wear tight skimpy clothes in front of the family

mom: why not

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

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.

me: hell no, i will be a social outcast

mom: your friends are more likely to rape you, ya know

me: yea I'm sure that is in Megan and Laura's "to do" list

mom: but sexy clothes in front of family shows your are beautiful

me: and ready to fuck right :)

mom: why is everythng about sex for you

me: "smiles," just know that I love and respect you mom, even though you make it hard for

me to do so sometimes

The Gardener kills dogs

me: I notice the gardener is here more often, does he have time for our neighbor?

mom: oh we forgot to tell you, he put some weird chemicals in their garden, and it killed their

dog. They said something about law suit or whatever, but he's not working for them anymore

me: aren't you guys concern that he could kill our dog

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.

me: hmmm, you're not the least bit concern about what happened to the neighbor's dog

dad: nope, tux is glued to you 24/7, it wouldn't be a problem

me: not if tux goes poo

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.

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??

dad: dude, did you see our neighbor's german shepherd, they look so cool

By the way

Go Gaga for Fashion

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

Changes sigh!!!

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.

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.

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."

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.

I hate lawn mowers

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"

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.

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.

hahah that is what he gets for waking me up from my peaceful nap, take that!!!

Straight Talk

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It is tempting to buy Straight Talk immediately, but mom knows best that we have to learn more about the plans:

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Little Tiara Girls

I love beauty pageants for toddlers, they're so adorable. 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.

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!!"

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.

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.

Every water is created differently

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.

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.

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.

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:)

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 ;)