Year of the Rabbit

It's the year of the rabbit and Mochi is the star. She has been my companion and lucky charm. She's this charming little woodland creature that took forever to be potty trained. She is this little instigator that always gets Kimba in trouble. She is a needy little girl who always stick to my like glue. But most importantly she is my companion that conquers the world with me one shiet at a time.

How to Classify Yourself?




If you are thinking about how to figure out if you are gay or straight then this is not the topic for you, but please stick around because this could be useful for you. I was chatting with a good friend of mine about how some people are extremely lucky and how others are just down right curse from the start of birth. My friend made me think long and hard about how cruel life is that I came up with a classification to destroy to end the misery. Through all my observations on different people I came across during different stages of my life, here is what I came up with:

Person A
If you are person A, you tend to be the lucky individual. You always get what you want without lifting a finger. You never study for a single test and manage to get an A by just bubbling the first letter that comes out of your head. You get promoted without hardly doing anything while your colleagues work their asses off and get fired for it at the same time. You can get away with just lifting your middle finger at the boss, and who knows the boss might throw a hundred dollar bill at you for doing it. Basically, you are the individual that everyone wants to be.

However, life is not perfect, so you aren't either. Despite your good lucky streak, there lurks a dark cloud that await to strike. You never know when darkness strikes in your life, but when it does, you hit deeper than rock bottom. Because life has been a paradise, you are more likely to live carelessly. Therefore, this one mistake, where you don't get away with it, will tear you up. This dark cloud will randomly flow into your life and fuck your life up so hard that you will lose your job, your wife, your house, and everything. Then you would try to kill yourself or kill others, leading to the visit to the therapist office. Don't believe me, well go look at Edison Chen, famous singer in Hong Kong, have rich family, girls chasing after him, and in a committed relationship with the niece of some rich ass CEO. Then some computer hacker hacked into his computer and leaked scandalous photos of him and other female celebrities having sexual intercourse. As a result, he lost so much money and respect from Hong Kong that he had to leave to another country to lay low. His life is a wreck and it's going downhill as we speak. He lost all his sponsorship and majority of his money, he even resorted to suicide.

If you are classified as person A, then I say live life carefully. it's great being showered with luck, but remember it only takes one hit of bad luck and your life is over, and you might as well kill yourself because you can't fix it. For example, if you are going to a party where cocaine is involve, I think it's best to stay out of that party despite your constant luck of getting away with shiet. Who knows this might be the day where you get caught and go to jail. Person A's dark cloud is ten times worse than person B and person C.

Person B
If you are person B, then I feel so bad for you. What am I talking about I'm person B, so we might as well suffer together. Person B is a type of person who works so hard, but achieve so little or not at all. He or she never gets away with anything, he is the speeding car that gets pulled over despite all the other speeding cars around him not getting pulled over.
Person B loses all the time and is usually the nice guy who finishes last, but atleast they don't lose everything like Person A does.
The awsome part about person B is when they win, they really win. Imagine an addictive gambler who loses ten dollars constantly during a game of Black Jack. However, this individual is so determine that he is willing to keep losing in hopes of winning big eventually. He end up losing about ten thousand dollars, but he kept going despite people around him begging him to stop. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere, he put down the ultimate card, and boom he's walking home with millions of dollars. Thus the basic philosophy of person B is lose all the time but in small quantities, and win big, but infrequently.
If you are person B, then keep working hard and don't give up. Keep taking risk despite losing or being caught. The good part about this classification is that if you get in trouble or mess up, you can totally fix it, it's not the end of the world. It only takes one chance and one good risk, and you are pretty much set for life. Your opportunities are endless, but it requires you to work your ass off. You are pretty much like those R&B singers who lived in poor neighborhoods and get beat up for walking the streets, then one day you got discover and is now living in a mansion.

Person C
Person C is the average Joe, he neither fails or succeed, nothing exciting ever happens to him. He gets exactly what he puts in. The only advice for person C is work hard and stay out of trouble then he will live an average semi-successful boring life. I have nothing against this person, I'm just saying it's hard to learn life's meaningful lesson with this type of classification. One of the most important thing that this individual should get out of life is to talk to person A and B. Person C is just an average person and will always be, there is nothing more to say about him.

Super Bowl
I never knew why guys are so loud during football games. They yell with pleasure every time some dude gets his ass tackled by a bunch of dudes or that dude made a touch down. I also notice that guys are extremely quiet during sex or watching straight porn. Maybe guys have some sort of gayness in them that they are afraid of admitting, since they scream pleasurably at a group of guys on top of each other.
I decided to find out why guys go crazy over football, and what better time to do that than watching the superbowl with my roommates. Before the superbowl there is this whole rituals a guy actually does. They cooks, make pizza, chips, dips, and chop stuff. They basically do all the things that women normally do on a daily basis. maybe they are trying to get into the women role awaiting for the fantasy about getting pumble by a bunch of hotasses with six packs.
Sounds gay, but I decided to keep exploring the meaning of football. My roommate turned towards me and ask "what color you choose black or green" and I said "I would pick black because I love wearing black." Then he quickly responded "good, because you are rooting for the Steelers and we are going to root for the Green Bay Packers." I was confuse about this, but decided to go along with it, what can I say, I'm up for anything new.
So we sat down with all our food and beers and eagerly await for the game. For some weird reason, these strange exciting instinct came over me where I kept yelling "Green bay sucks, go fuck yourself." My roommates retaliated by shouting stuff against the Steelers. I found myself cussing at the television everytime the Greenbay tackled the Steelers or the Greenbay made a touch down. I also yelled with joy when the Steelers score a touch down and catching up. At the end the Greenbay won and I fell in a state of depression. Honestly, why the hell did I get depress for, I don't know who the Steelers were, they meant nothing to me.
I don't know what came over me, I don't know if it was the beer or the dips, but holy shiet it was a rush to see a bunch of guys running around with a lemon shaped ball. I guess football is a rush where you designate a certain team to win, and if they don't the world will be invaded by pink dinosaurs.

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Love and Smores

My fiance was playing with his fire pit yesterday and for some reason I can't get the thought of smores out of my head. Maybe it's because roasted marshmallows caramelize into big mooshy clouds that can be smothered with melted chocolate and sandwich between crunchy gram crackers. Everything so sweet like true love, so perfect, that melts in your mouth in a cold winter day. This kind of security and warmth that I swear to god will protect with my own life and for the rest of my life.
My thoughts of the day is distance. Say you met your perfect soulmate, but he or she is thousands of miles away. He or she is the missing puzzle piece to your puzzling life, but you turned him down. You're afraid that the distance would be too unbearable for you to handle, so you end up with a lover in the same school and city as you are. Next think you know, you have this empty hole in your heart that keeps growing and growing and growing. Then one day, you find your perfect soul mate in same place and time, but you can't do anything about it, because you are taken by convenience.

I met so many people that chooses convenience over true love because it's easy. Unfortunately, convenience doesn't make life meaningful. If we choose our true love despite the excruciating distance, at the end you will notice that the distance will get smaller and smaller. Eventually, words like wedding bells, tuxedo, best man, brides maid, wedding dress, wedding cake are written down on the list provided by your future wedding planner.

being a girl raised in a strict, conventional family, I often experience pressure by my family to just grab a random dude breathing next to me and call him my husband. Funny thing is that, if I ever tap a guy on the shoulder, my family will expect him to come over and discuss marriage. I find this mentality absurd and ridiculous. Love is beautiful and should be cherished between a man and a woman, not the family. Love should take time to develop just as it takes time for a rose to blossom. Unfortunately, love withers when strict, conventional family enters the picture.

If the stem on the rose is weak, a little blow from the wind would break the plant. Traditional asian Parents will always see their children as the art of perfection. They will always feel a sense of competition with their child's lover, so a flood of drama will definitely cut through your masterpiece. They will find every beautiful imperfection and deem it a life-threatening matter. Then after countless drama, you will end up losing the love of your life all because your parents find it a pleasure to be in control. This type of parental control addiction gives them the high that cocaine does for a drug addict.

The best way to introduce your man or woman to a traditional Asian family is after you have the ring and signed the marriage paper. Once your family meets him or her, they will know that they are powerless against the soul mate. After the marriage ceremony, allow the family to visit the lover once or twice a year. Anything more, you are just asking for a divorce paper.

I hope for any poor guy or gal with obsessive, frightening parents can read and cherish these advices. I also hope that for anybody out there who met the perfect light of their life that is thousands a miles away will make the right decision :)


The Black Swan
For my anniversary with my beloved soul mate, I made him watch the Black Swan with me. I have to say it's like the girl version of the fight club, except less fighting and more dancing. The emphasize of perfection is unbelievably symbolic and a total representation of some people I know. when I see Natalie Portman's portrayal of this innocent ballet dancer, I see some of my friends, acquaintances, classmates, and family. Everyone is so obsess with perfection such as: getting into the top schools, trying to be the beauty queen, the attention whore, etc. I see them battling their own demons as well as putting down other people to make themselves feel superior. At the end, I see tears run down their cheeks, attempts of suicide, and self hate. Countless times these people stare at me and ask this one ridiculous question: "who are you?" I swear it just makes me feel like Mila Kunis from this movie.
I believe that the more you chase perfection, the more you get failure. The more you believe that you are the one to change the world, the more likely that the world wouldn't change. That is the reality, but if you concentrate on what you are given, and take your time to work on it, you might get something better than what you ask for. what I am saying is that instead of expecting perfection, why not take what's imperfect and make it into something better.
If you want proof of this whole perfection theory I formulated from Black Swan, then go check out Picasso's painting. If it weren't for the imbalance shapes, abstract coloration, and twisted imagery it probably be stuck in a closet waiting to rot. However, Picasso created art that skews away from realism and perfection that it ends up to be inspiring and thought provoking. therefore, he became the icon that every art students or any students stuck with general eds have to read about.

Merry Late Christmas!!!

Hey peeps Merry Late ass freaken Christmas

Gosh I'm always late on posting for the holidays, sowwy about that peeps. Here are some animal pics for you to say "awwwwwwwwwwwwwww how cute"

My Border collie Tux from California

My Holland Lop rabbit Mochi who travels the world with me :)

My Australian Shepherd on the left Kimba, who lives in New Orleans Louisianna.

On the right is Kimba's new friend Marley dog who came to visit for Christmas

I Escaped Plastic surgery this Christmas break!!

If you know my parents, you will know that they are major perfectionist. they expect nothing, but the best, and if they can't have the best, they will kill for it. To them, life is not about happiness, love, or living the moment, it's about finding the flaws and fixing it, so you can be perfect. During lunch, my parents told me that they don't like the way I look. They wanted to make drastic changes such as eyes, nose, and skin procedures. They told me to get ready for a trip to the plastic surgeon's office after lunch, which scared the shiet out of me. My mom also made an appointment with the make up artist and stylist after recover, scary eh!! Their goal was to make me this ultimate asian girl that all wealthy billionaire asian family wants their spoil sons to marry. After lunch, my mom had to run some errands, but she assured me that she will be back to take me to the plastic surgeon's office. I was angry and shocked beyond believe, that I called up my friends and ask if I could run away to their house for safety. After getting permission, I packed my stuff, feed the pets, and run off.

My dad asked me if I still wanted the procedures and make over, and I responded with a stern "no." I told him straight up that my fiance loves me for who I am, and he will be piss if we make any changes and get me married off. I also told him that my fiance will hunt them down and kick their asses if they proceed to these malevolent changes. Luckily my parents were smart enough to respect my wishes, but it sucked that they kept saying stuff like "if you have gotten the procedures and make over, you would have been able to marry a wealthy man right away." Afterwards, they just smiled and shook their heads sighing "naive girl!!"

Borders have weird people sometimes

So I was reading something on my laptop and then I looked up and notice this fat Italian chick. This chick had black, greesy, curly hair, food stuck between her teeth, and equals the size of two tables put together, but that's not the worse part. She has her laptop on and was on the phone talk in a very sexy, sultry, alluring voice. For some weird reason, people were quietly reading at borders instead of chitter chatting as usual. That totally made it worse because all I would be hearing is this fat chick having phone sex with some dude. I decided to be a weirdo, and eve drop on her conversation, and here is what I heard

"So what are you wearing? What are you like? do you have a house? do you have a car? are you still single? are you rich? Oh you look so nice, etcc"

I'm like, this does not sound like a boyfriend, WEIIIIRRD!!!

so I decided to sneak over there and take a glimpse at what she was staring at on her laptop, maybe I could get some clues on who she's talking to. I quietly walked behind her, pretending to grab a napkin, then I peaked over her shoulders, and couldn't believe my innocent little eyes. She was on a dating website, looking at a profile of this guy she was talking to, total FAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fun Addicting things to do

Moola

This is an addicting way of making money, but it's really hard. Moola will give you a free penny which you would use to gamble. You will play games against other users, if you win, you get another penny. That would equals to two pennies, if you win again, you will get 4 pennies, win again, 16 pennis, etc....

If you lose all your pennies, don't worry, moola will always give you a free penny, so you don't have to invest your own money.

www.moola.com

if you can't find the sign up button, just leave a comment on my blog with your name and email address, and I will send you an invite :)

Robot Unicorn Attack

This is a very simple and addictive game that my friend sent to me. The goal of the game is to guide the unicorn through various obstacles and earn points. You push "Z" to jump and "X" to attack the solid star in your way. You have three tries, so if you run into the wall or the solid star, you will use up one try. After using up all three tries, the game will total up your points. You can play as many times as you want. I recommend using the facebook application so you can compete with your friends :).

Give it a try, trust me you will be hooked on it!!

note to all guys out there considering this game: it only makes you more manlier !!!

http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html

Dumb Pets Comics

I know that I was suppose to post up those funny comics after every post, but I decided to do something totally different and spontaneous.

so stay tune!!!!!!!!!!!

What is sex??

What is Sex????

I enjoy creating these comics about my stupid dog and dumbface rabbit. I think I will create comics for every post I make :)

How to get a Celeb's attention

I don't use twitters all the time, but when i found out that you can actually send twits to celebrities, I decided to get my ass off the chair and learn the game. So I saw this tv show called walking dead, and saw this amazing asian actor in there. I felt that he was extremely awsome that I gotta get on twitter and try to twit him. So I went on twitter, and twitted to the guy about how amazing he is, unfortunately, I didn't get a response. So I end up twitting him again in hopes he would twit back. Then I read some of his twits and notice that he either talks to people he knows or obsessive crazy fans that probably would kill themselves if he don't say hi.

However, I will not go that insane and demand a response or else serious consequences will happen. Also, I will not waste my time to do extensive background research on him. But if any of you out there who are obsess with a certain celebrity and would do anything for him or her to talk to you, don't count on being a normal, sincere fan, cuz it ain't gonna work

Here are the steps to get that celebrity to twit you back, without sounding insane and scaring them off.

1) Research the celebrity's twitter account and find out who he knows and who he talks to

2) Try to find a person whom he or she is friends with but don't talk to alot. Probably someone who he went to highschool, college, or work with but don't talk to anymore, and do a background check on them to see what relationship they have with the celeb.

3) try to find schedules and appearance that the celebrity have gone to

4) once you found everything twit this: "Hey there, how you doing, I saw one of your performances last week, and it was wonderful. I took my friend with me, and she/he saw you on stage and said that he/she knows you from "highschool, college, work, etcc". Her/his name is "so and so," let me know if you know him/her."

5) once celeb twits back and said he knows her/him, you are in DA GAME

6)once the celeb start paying attention to you, try to slowly diverge the convo away from his past friend, so the celeb can get to know you instead.

7) try to develop a friendship slowly. In order to do that, don't talk too much about his movies or his performances, emphasize more on his personal life.

8) once friendship is developed, give him your number, and have him call you

9) talk on phone, have fun, try to click with him

10) Then meet him in person

11) have fun hopefully you and the celeb would start dating, get marry, and have kids. Watch out for the papperazzis.

Fart

My Life with Dumb pets

I Got a Rabbit

Here is the situation, I had always wanted a rabbit throughout my college years. I was even secretly envious/jealous of my friends/ neighbors who get to live with a bunch of adorable rabbits. (hahah jk, you guys are still the best ^_^). A couple years ago I went with my friend to a rabbitry. We played with all the rabbits and I find them to be very mean and untamed. When I held them, they get all freaked out and start clawing me. The rabbit breeder told me that there is no such thing as a rabbit that will let you hold them without a fight. There was one rabbit that was sorta calm but not really, anyways, they said that she is considered one of the best and calmest, so my friend adopted her. Even though she was considered the calm rabbit, she was still difficult to hold. After the visit, I came to the conclusion that one should pick a rabbit based on looks and just give it some random name, since they are all gonna be assholes anyways. I spend years searching for the ultra cute rabbit by judging them based on looks. I was so picky that I end up rejecting practically all the rabbits I have seen. It didn't really bother me that much because I was basing on looks, and I'm sure there are plenty of good looking rabbits out there.

I found a list of rabbitry in Boston online, the list was so extensive that I don't know which one to choose. Then I notice this place call Laura's rabbitry (reminds me of you laura chin), and I decided to give them a call. I asked her if she have any holland lops availabe (my favorite breed), and she said that she have one available and it's the tortoise shell. The name sounds very interesting, I never seen or heard of a color called tortoise shell, I guess the curiosity made me get my ass out of the chair and drive over there.

The rabbitry was awsome, the breeder was very informative, she gave me a lot of advice and pointers on how to take care of a rabbit. I was relief that she wasn't one of those "if your not experience with rabbit care then don't adopt one," type of breeder. When she took the holland lop rabbit out, the first thing that came to my mind was, "omg, this is just one of those ordinary looking rabbit, that will probably act like a bitch, REJECT, but nicely." I was kinda cautious at first because I don't want to get attacked or scratched like my first experience in the rabbitry from California. To my surprise, the rabbit was very calm and sweet. She loves to be picked up, petted, and cuddled. She was like the cute, obedient, girl next door type of girl ready to be adopted. I was shocked that there was such thing as a nonbitchy rabbit. The more I play with her, the more cute, adorable, and charming she became. In my mind, I was like "WTF are you waiting for, cute bitchy rabbits are everywhere, but a loving rabbit is only once in a life time, get it before someone does or she becomes rabbit stew." The breeder asked me twice if I wanted to adopt her, and both times I said yes without hesitation and that I want to take her home immediately.

After taking her home, we instantly became best friends. That song from Toy Story "You got a friend in me" was playing constantly in my head. I was cradling her in my arms until she fell asleep, I gotta admit my driving in boston was so horrible that I added a great amount of stress to this lil rabby. After a couple of hours, she decided to chill in my fiance's hat holding the red bull for me in case I fall asleep from studying.

Before getting this rabbit, I already had a name planned out. I was gonna name my future bitchy bunny "Peanut." Then after getting this rabbit, I felt that she deserves better because she is not a bitchy bunny. My fiance and I spend hours searching for a name that will fit her cute, girl next door personality and at the same time be symbolically meaningful to me. We found the word Mocha on the "list of pet's name website," which is short for Mocha frappaccino or Mocha latte. I am a big coffee lover and her fur is sorta coffee color. However, the name Mocha doesn't match her adorable personality, but I was determined to alter the name Mocha to something that will fit her. I eventually, came up with the ultimate name that I never thought I would come up with. I decided to called her Mochi, which came from replacing the "a" with an "i" from Mocha :). I never though I would love a rabbit so much that I would spend hours searching for a special name and hours thinking about how to give her the best care, I guess this is LOVE!!!

Adopting Mochi made me realize that I'm not as superficial as I thought I was. I always notice those cute single girls would spend hours doing make up, dressing up, and doing facials by wiping avocados all over their faces and using the cucumber to cover their eyes. they say that avocados help clean out your pores and cucumbers are acidic so they help get rid of those dark bags or rings around your eyes. As for me, I Prefer to munch on avocado with cucumber as an night time movie snack. These girls will act all bitchy in front of guys just to show that they aren't easy and that they have class. Now let's imagine those guys as me picking a rabbit to adopt. If I'm going to bag myself a bitchy girl, she's gotta be hot. In reality there are plenty of hot girls, so my pickiness is probably up the roof. I be looking for a girl that is as hot as Kim Kardashian, Angelina Joline, Megan Fox, Jessica Alba, and etc.. Believe me, if you are an average looking or just a cute bitchy girl, you better go see the plastic surgeon because I'm not gonna be looking at you. If you are a hot bitchy girl, I will look and think about you for ten minutes, then my mind is somewhere else and I wouldn't know you even exist. If you are an ordinary girl with a great personality, I will deem you to be that "special" girl, and wouldn't be able to get you off my mind. I will do everything I can to get to you to notice me and to spend the rest of my life with you. So for all those single girls out there who is looking for love, forget about being hot, beautiful, or whatever, just concentrate on being that "special girl."

IF MOCHI CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT!!!!