Nothing New Under The Sun

Once in awhile you feel unoriginal. And i'm not just talking about how my name is Tiffany Wong. You feel as though every emotion you've ever had, every situation you've ever been in, every way in which you've existed is a repeat of someone's history. And best case scenario, it's not a total repeat but a spin off. You may be described to have the grace of Audrey Hepburn, the humor of Ellen DeGeneres, the independence of Joan the Arc or the relationship instability of Kim Kardashian, but everything described about you is in terms of other people. Ya feels me? Anyone? You ever hear of that theory that every sound has been produced in this world already by nature? No man made sound is truly original because nature has already created it.

At this point in time, I am no Beethoven's No. 5 Symphony, I am no Michael Jackson's Thriller, I am a mash up of all the influences i've let into my life. And it's a beautiful thing really, to make sense of all the unconventional pairings of the things, situations, people and places that have shaped my life. Although you may never be something completely new, you are still unique.

Whoopsy

Sorry for the neglect blog, I just haven't had enough inspiration or epiphanies lately. And all the good stories I have, I end up sharing them in person and would just end up lame or snooty online. Sigh. My online life is dying. I will try to revive it.

BUT I AM ALIVE, just in case you were worried.

Invisible Chains

If invisible chains could simply be cut off by a pair of invisible scissors, life would be a lot easier.

The Collector

Came across this on one of the blogs i follow, luluandyourmom. I've probably followed her for over a few years now. I came across her blog on a forum once, intrigued by her fashion and become more intrigued by the little bits of her life she did share and her thoughts. Thought this was something special, and it's inspiring me to write more and maybe post a little of old bits i've written before that definitely are not nearly as well written.
the collector

His place was like a museum. There was so much art everywhere. I went upstairs to use the bathroom. More art wrapped up in paper. "Careful not to touch anything," I told myself. Then I tripped on a vacuum cleaner... damn.

I was his object.

In the morning, I woke up next to him; it felt nice to be close. I noticed he put up a new painting. Pretty. I watched him get ready to take a shower; a cue for me to get dressed.

On my way out, he asked me, "How's your life?" to which I responded by looking away. He asked me again, "How's your life?"

"It's fine," I said.

Except it wasn't fine.

"I read your Facebook. The one about the girl in the New York Times. It was funny."

I couldn't remember what he was talking about. He was reading up on me. But I was right here.

"Are those shoes new?"

I wore them on our first date.

"Did you cut your hair?"

Like a month ago.

Collectors are like that. They don't have to interact with their beloved objects all the time. It's just... there. And every now and then they take an interest, but otherwise, there's no upkeep. His life was like a museum. Well curated. But poorly kept.

In An Ideal World

Sometimes I wish that the weather were always warm. And that my fridge would be completely filled up with bacon and milk tea.The dress code norm would be an over sized tee and boy short undies that say something spunky on the tush, like "No entering" or something of that sort. And that I would have a kick ass fanny pack to carry everything so I would always have my hands free to do whatever they'd like, whether it'd be slapping a ho or making it rain. And I would have my own reality show or talk show to speak all the gibberish I normally speak, but the only difference is that i'd actually get paid for it. Is that just too much to ask?

Story Of Our Lives

‎"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the most of it without knowing whats going to happen next."    - Gilda Radner

Oh Silly Me

So I volunteered at this camp called the National Junior Sports camp for this week. It's a really cool camp because it's a week long camp for kids in wheelchairs. Anyways, today was the last day and it was counselors versus the campers in a game of softball. So I was helping this really cute 10 year old boy named Galen, and while all the campers were boo-ing the counselors, Galen was actually rooting for the counselors! Who roots for the opposing team??? Every time they got a home run, i'd be like "Noooo!!!" and he'd yell "Yay! Go counselors!" When I first heard that, I was super surprised and asked him who he wanted to win, which he replied the counselors. And then I asked him why, and he said it was because "I like the counselors." That totally pulled at my heart strings, super aw right?! Who in the world roots for the other team and not your own just because you like them? Everyone likes to win! Who the heck wants to lose?

But then later on I find out, it wasn't so much he liked the counselors as he liked one specific girl counselor and wanted them to win because of that. T_T Yeah, not so aw anymore. Sigh, so basically lesson learned. Boys are boys at any age and you just can't expect anymore than that.

Ummm...This Needs To Be Me

Freakin' lovelovelove this look and feel. Cream coloring, silky dress mixed with cashmere cardigan, chunky necklace. YUMS.

Bruises

Sometimes you get hurt and a bruise will form. And sometimes the bruise will show up right away and at other times it will take longer to develop. Either way it's just a matter of time of when the bruise will show up. And when it does, it decides to make that wonderful ugly mix of colors, like an artwork you just don't understand. Visually or physically when you accidentally touch it and it hurts again, it's a reminder. Bruises are reminders of that pain you experienced of that time you walked into that bench or that time some little kid accidentally kicked you. And all it takes is time for them to disappear. And then it's like it never happened. But at the time you have that bruise, it hurts just a little less every day.

You could say this is a metaphor for those times you've felt pain in your life, but as for now, I really just have a bruise on my inner ankle from when someone kicked me in soccer and it's turning out this really ugly thing. 

Curiosity

One of the hardest things in life is denying the things you feel you are entitled too, or the things you want. We believe that stopping things at the root is the easiest to do because it can only get so much harder when you've already stepped into it, right? And for some, that is. But I believe sometimes it's the hardest to stop things at the root, before the damage is done. Because instead you'll leave yourself wondering the what ifs and what nots until it drives you nuts. The curiosity kills you. It's like telling someone not to think about an old granny in a bikini and all of a sudden that's all you think about. (Did you just have a mental image in your head? Gross huh?) It's the endless possibilities of that situation that drive you crazy, thinking that you're pretty sure what you want wouldn't be good for you, but wondering if it might actually be that one exception. That it might just be the best wrong decision you make. Then again sometimes you get what you want, only to find out it was more than you wanted and more than you could've handled and ultimately, not what you actually wanted at all. And then you go back and think that maybe stopping your wants at the root was the easiest choice, that it wasn't worth the aftermath of the decision. But hey, at least now you know and you won't be wondering anymore.

Relative Truth

One of the things i've learned in the latter part of life is that people lie. I grew up with honest parents who really valued honesty and instilled this quality in the foundation of my upbringing. And other than little white lies, i've never told a major lie to my parents. I'm not afraid to claim responsibility of my actions. Also most of my really close friends know i'm not very good at lying unless for a good cause or if I really try to. I have problems even telling the people at Starbucks a fake name. Being misunderstood is one of the most annoying things ever because I hate having people believe in the wrong thing. In dramas and TV shows, misunderstandings are what keep the shows going on, but I cringe every time I see it happening. And as people we unconsciously tend to expect others to do what we ourselves would do. So I tend to trust what people say to be the truth. Some may call that being gullible, but I call it being trusting.

The craziest thing though is that sometimes people may think they are telling the truth, when in fact they're lying. They may not even be aware that they're lying. They tell the same lie over and over in hopes of it becoming the truth someday. And they're afraid to admit it because then they'll no longer be able to believe in the lie they've been telling themselves.

The truth is relative.

My Favorite

"Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 12:9-10)

Yes

Came across this on my newsfeed facebook when my friend (Emma) posted this on someone's wall, totally stalker-esqe I know. haha But it's good stuff and I just want to share this with all y'all.


“Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.”
— Stephen Colbert




Let's learn to say yes to more things, yes? 


(Unless it's drugs or prostitution or something, the only thing growing from saying yes to those are debt and STDs, just sayin') 

Little Affairs Of The Heart

"But none of these really satisfy, and so we find ourselves trying to fill the remaining emptiness with our little indulgences (we call them 'bad habits'. Brent Curtis calls them our 'little affairs of the heart.' They are what we give our hearts away to instead of giving them to the heart of God."

"Little affairs of the heart" I like that. It aligns with one of my viewpoints. I came upon realization my Sophomore year of college that my relationship with God wasn't healthy/right if I was wanting other things, whatever they might be. If I was in a good relationship with God, why would I seek out for other things and not Him?

Anyways, that quote is an excerpt from the book Captivating  by John & Stasi Eldredge. I've actually had this book since my freshman year in college. Our small group bought the book together and were supposed to read it. It about "Unveiling the mystery of a woman's soul." I read the first chapter and tossed it aside regretting that I spent $22.99 on this hardcover book. If you read the flap jacket of the book it starts off "Why do little girls love to dress up in twirling skirts? Why do they dream of a day their prince will come and together they will live in a great adventure? Because that is the heart God set within every woman. That is the role she was created to play--to be a valiant and beautiful woman whose life changes the world."

Can you see why I tossed the book aside? Kinda cheesy huh? I could not identify with that at all and thought that it had more cheese than nachos. Growing up, I never fantasized about my wedding, or that some prince would come save me and we'd live happily ever after. Maybe it was because I was too busy digging worms up after school with my guy friend and putting the worms in cups meant to take home but left on the tables at school, or maybe it was I was too busy throwing my baby doll in the tree to help knock my friend's Barbie that was stuck in the tree since we were seeing how high we could throw them. I'm not saying I was a complete tomboy as a child, I did play with Barbies and took ballet and jazz but I just imagined myself a little more independent and stronger than to dream of a rescue from a prince. I think I just never thought I needed to be rescued, which kinda explains why Mulan was my favorite Disney princess movie while growing up (okay so she's not an official Disney princess but whatever! in my heart she is! haha). But anyways, fast foward some years I finally decide to give the book more of a chance (after skipping the first couple chapters) and i'm glad I did because it's more than that. And while i'm still reading it, probably also from a more mature point of view, but I can definitely see some valid points and actually relate to them. And i'm learning. I guess i'm more of a girl than I thought. haha

So just thought i'd share. Nice to see my $22.99 isn't completely wasted. haha

How To Build A Ship

There are red ships and blue ships.
But the best kind of ships are friendships.

When you were growing up, it seemed so easy to make friends. You both used to played Neopets and Poke mon and laughed about farts, and that was the foundation of your friendship. But when you grow up, it just doesn't work the same in how you make friends. And when you really sum it up, there are only a few ways in making friendships.


Way 1:  History/Circumstances

You grew up together from childhood, or awkward pre-teen years, high school, etc. My best friend is a prime example of this. We both agree that if we met each other in this present day we could be friends but we most likely wouldn't be best friends. It's our history that really brought us together, and we're lucky that it just kept working out. 12 years on going and still no real fight yet. haha

Way 2: Experience

You went through something together and it brought you closer, like a missions trip or you get stuck in the middle of no where. Either way, you have an experience together.

Way 3: X Factor

There's chemistry between you two, like peas in a pod you just click, you hit it off. This one doesn't happen, but when it does it's pretty frickin' awesome to have that connection.


Way 4: Attractiveness (My friend actually brought this one up)

You're attracted to each other and want to get to know each other. I think this pertains more to the opposite gender. But maybe you start off attracted to each other, hang out and realize that you just work as friends. Or you actually date. haha In my case I don't know how often this one has worked, because i've never really been attracted to my close guy friends.

But there you go, these are the ways to build a ship.

Lipstick

So i've finally have taken a little step further in the grown up woman work and purchased a couple of lipsticks. I bought a Coral & a bright red one labeled "Moulin Rouge." It's actually pretty fun to play with and adds some pop to any simple outfit. I definitely think every girl should own a lipstick to add some jazz and a rockin' pair of heels that make them feel like they own the place.

I'm still more of a lip balm and gloss kinda girl, so all this color is kinda crazy for me but I do definitely want to experiment with lipstick some more. I'll probably only wear the lipstick when i'm going out at night once in awhile, but I decided to try out the coral one in the daytime today. With my leather jacket, lipstick and pale skin, I kinda felt like a bad @$$ goth girl. Not really the look i'm going for but whatever, that's cool I suppose....hahaha  Anyways, I snapped a shot of myself with my phone while I was waiting for my friend in the car.

Kind of a lame update on my life...but at least you get to see my face? ^___________^ hahaha Ok as you can tell, i'm still as lame as ever.

Hair

Why can't my hair do something like that? I want to try that out someday, but too bad i'm too noob.

The Learning Curve

Oh man, i'm learning a lot these days. These days i've been observing more, people and their interactions and what they mean. Basically people watching, but up close. It's interesting. And I really want to start dressing up engineers and match making them. That would make me the happiest. It's seriously my dream job, especially in this land of Man Jose. I could call my matching making business D2M, Date 2 Mate. hahaha Okay, I could use a little more work on the title.

Magic Letdown

Sometimes I wish the Magic 8 ball could just answer all my questions, maybe if I shook it a little harder...

Haters Gonna Hate

So i've noticed that multiple people on Facebook have been posting the same Youtube videos. And what do those videos have in common? Cantonese girls.





Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?! I know Cantonese girls do get kinda loud, but we're not like this! And actually the second video was staged because there's another clip out their of the same people doing basically the same thing in a different location. Weird.

I mean it's great that Cantonese girls are getting to be a little more known so it's not all about the Koreans, but this is just bad publicity. We used to just be known for dim sum and that Dim Sum lady song but I guess the Cantonese rep isn't really going anywhere up. People just be hatin' cause they jealous.

On a real note though, these videos were pretty entertaining to watch and there is a little truth to it from what i've seen when I studied abroad to Hong Kong. haha BUT THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO CANTONESE GIRLS.