10 Things I Should Probably Not Do, But Will Do Because I Am Me
1. Sometimes when I drive, I use only one finger. It's usually my right index one.
2. When I shower, I blast the music as I shower and...dance. It really wakes you up.
3. Give my number out to girls at bars, well i've only done it twice. Actually I think i'm going to stop this one because once it was a 28 yr old mom, who could be considered a milf and was funny but now she is texting me and it's a little weird.
4. Point out funny looking people to my friends who then all proceed to look over in such an obvious way that I am ashamed.
5. Wear jeans and flats, and then get the nastiest looking tan on my feet. It looks like a fat strip of dirt.
6. Buy guys clothes/steal guy friend's clothes and wear them. Large shirt? Hello belted dress!
7. Rather than "waste time" and check online what time the place closes, my friends and I will drive all the way there to find out that it closed half an hour ago.
8. Feel obligated to stay up in the wee hours in the morning just because it's summer, but really I want to sleep earlier.
9. Use words like sausage fest and cock blocker in loose terms because some take it the wrong way.
10. The sad thing with laptops is that now I can literally stay in bed all day. This does not go well with the combination of summer.
With that being said, i'm going to get out of bed now and go to the coffee shop and read.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Just Ask
Sometimes when I drive I like to look at the people's faces as they drive in the opposite lane. Why?
1. Cause it's interesting
2. I got nothing better to do
3. I'm just weird.
And it's funny cause some people's faces look like they're mad at the world. Some act hard and think they're too cool for the world. And some...just straight up look like they don't belong in this world.
But point is, I love people watching. I love people. Well certain types of people I could really do without but people fascinate me. How we interact with each other, how we get to be who we are, and what we do when we think no one's watching. Hm...okay last part sounded hella creepy but...i'm not! I promise. haha When people see babies or little kids, they usually think of all the potential they have in them. I think in reverse. When I see the homeless or really shady people (not putting the two together, because they are completely separate), it amazes me that they all were babies at one point, and some were probably hella cute babies too. But what happened in their lives that they got to that point? What life events happened that led a really cute, happy baby into a man who spends his nights in a sleeping bag on the hard, cold sidewalk? Or into someone who doesn't mind tricking someone, even a friend out of all their life savings?
I remember when I used to go out to Skid Row in LA on some friday nights. It's a church that meets literally on the corner of the street in the area where most of the homeless are and is open to everyone. It's focus is to help out those in the streets to hear the good word and also to help them out. What I love is that it's so real. We just stand and listen to the sermon and afterward pass out food and clothes and whatevers donated directly to them. I usually would help pass out clothes to the women and I was always focused on getting them what they needed, or look for what would fit them and in the end, I never really asked about their story but just made small talk. I figured, why ask them the stories in their lives that they probably don't want to talk about. Once a woman came wearing a shirt and a large jacket but no pants and asked if their were any pants for her. What happened? I didn't ask, I was focused on finding something to help cover her up and once I did, I let her walk away. Once I did talk to a woman for awhile and she told me how she had to find cans in the morning to recycle earn money and other things of her life. I listened as she told me things and at the end, she thanked me for listening because it was hard for her to find people to talk to. I wish I took more initiative in finding out about every single one of their lives because that's a sign of care. And if we all just cared to ask about each other, I think we'd find a lot more love in the world.
1. Cause it's interesting
2. I got nothing better to do
3. I'm just weird.
And it's funny cause some people's faces look like they're mad at the world. Some act hard and think they're too cool for the world. And some...just straight up look like they don't belong in this world.
But point is, I love people watching. I love people. Well certain types of people I could really do without but people fascinate me. How we interact with each other, how we get to be who we are, and what we do when we think no one's watching. Hm...okay last part sounded hella creepy but...i'm not! I promise. haha When people see babies or little kids, they usually think of all the potential they have in them. I think in reverse. When I see the homeless or really shady people (not putting the two together, because they are completely separate), it amazes me that they all were babies at one point, and some were probably hella cute babies too. But what happened in their lives that they got to that point? What life events happened that led a really cute, happy baby into a man who spends his nights in a sleeping bag on the hard, cold sidewalk? Or into someone who doesn't mind tricking someone, even a friend out of all their life savings?
I remember when I used to go out to Skid Row in LA on some friday nights. It's a church that meets literally on the corner of the street in the area where most of the homeless are and is open to everyone. It's focus is to help out those in the streets to hear the good word and also to help them out. What I love is that it's so real. We just stand and listen to the sermon and afterward pass out food and clothes and whatevers donated directly to them. I usually would help pass out clothes to the women and I was always focused on getting them what they needed, or look for what would fit them and in the end, I never really asked about their story but just made small talk. I figured, why ask them the stories in their lives that they probably don't want to talk about. Once a woman came wearing a shirt and a large jacket but no pants and asked if their were any pants for her. What happened? I didn't ask, I was focused on finding something to help cover her up and once I did, I let her walk away. Once I did talk to a woman for awhile and she told me how she had to find cans in the morning to recycle earn money and other things of her life. I listened as she told me things and at the end, she thanked me for listening because it was hard for her to find people to talk to. I wish I took more initiative in finding out about every single one of their lives because that's a sign of care. And if we all just cared to ask about each other, I think we'd find a lot more love in the world.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Just Dance
I know i've said it before, but i'll say it again.
Do you know what I consider to be the worst job?
A DJ for a middle school dance. Damn. How do they do it?!?!? Playing songs with lyrics that insinuate many sexual things and then watching tweens dance in circles, or with other or even worse, up on each other. oh.my.lordy. I don't want to even imagine it. You know how there are some things you just don't want to watch the process of because it'll ruin your image of it? For example, KFC, MickyD's, Taco Bell and basically any hole in the wall establishment. I don't want to see how my food is made or whether or not the workers are wearing gloves or the cleanliness rating of the restaurant, I just wanna enjoy my food. Other things I don't want to see include the process of how a hot dog weiner is made or my future husband's bachelor party. Some things are better left unknown. And that is why as a parent I wish to never witness my children at a dance. I'll just tell them to dance with Bible distance between each other and hope for the best.
I used to hate slow songs. They annoyed me so much because they were simply soooooooooo slow. And I was a person that liked things fast. I didn't do long distance but sprints in track, I talked at an abnormal speed most of the time that you had to get used to it to understand me, I liked upbeat things. I remember always reasoning my dislike of slow songs to people with the question of what was the point of dragging out the word "you" to "youuuuuuuuuuuu"? Waste of life. I have a life to live, an 8th grade life to live so you know just how crazy, face paced that is. harhar
Now I enjoy them. I've grown to slow down and just enjoy it. I no longer sprint although that might be because i'm super out of shape and I only talk at abnormal speed if i'm very excited. What I do miss though are slow dances. The clubs now are just fastfastfastgrinddancedancedance. Sometimes I wish we could throw in some slow dances in there bet I guess that'd be awkward...really awkward. haha Damn. I guess i'll have to wait till the next wedding for slow dancing.
Time to make friends with older people now!
Do you know what I consider to be the worst job?
A DJ for a middle school dance. Damn. How do they do it?!?!? Playing songs with lyrics that insinuate many sexual things and then watching tweens dance in circles, or with other or even worse, up on each other. oh.my.lordy. I don't want to even imagine it. You know how there are some things you just don't want to watch the process of because it'll ruin your image of it? For example, KFC, MickyD's, Taco Bell and basically any hole in the wall establishment. I don't want to see how my food is made or whether or not the workers are wearing gloves or the cleanliness rating of the restaurant, I just wanna enjoy my food. Other things I don't want to see include the process of how a hot dog weiner is made or my future husband's bachelor party. Some things are better left unknown. And that is why as a parent I wish to never witness my children at a dance. I'll just tell them to dance with Bible distance between each other and hope for the best.
I used to hate slow songs. They annoyed me so much because they were simply soooooooooo slow. And I was a person that liked things fast. I didn't do long distance but sprints in track, I talked at an abnormal speed most of the time that you had to get used to it to understand me, I liked upbeat things. I remember always reasoning my dislike of slow songs to people with the question of what was the point of dragging out the word "you" to "youuuuuuuuuuuu"? Waste of life. I have a life to live, an 8th grade life to live so you know just how crazy, face paced that is. harhar
Now I enjoy them. I've grown to slow down and just enjoy it. I no longer sprint although that might be because i'm super out of shape and I only talk at abnormal speed if i'm very excited. What I do miss though are slow dances. The clubs now are just fastfastfastgrinddancedancedance. Sometimes I wish we could throw in some slow dances in there bet I guess that'd be awkward...really awkward. haha Damn. I guess i'll have to wait till the next wedding for slow dancing.
Time to make friends with older people now!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Just One More...
Yet another mommy moment. Even though i've only been home for about a week, it definitely feels longer. But don't get me wrong, I do love home for various reasons. One being that home allows me so many "wondeful" mommy moments. I couldn't help but want to share this one.
So i'm driving with my mom somewhere and she tells me to get into the next lane so I can turn left and as I do so, the yellow light is about to turn red so of course I stop the car.
mommy dearest: Oh it's okay, as long as you try your best. You must always try your best because you never know what will happen if you don't. Shoot for the sky.
Dang, have you ever met such an encouraging mom?!?! LOL what in the world.......I was definitely snickering to my side throughout this but I don't think she noticed. haha Oh asian mothers...
Can we please swap asian mother stories? Which reminds me...I think i'm going to visit the website www.mymomisafob.com now.
Okay no more mommy posts anymore, I promise.
So i'm driving with my mom somewhere and she tells me to get into the next lane so I can turn left and as I do so, the yellow light is about to turn red so of course I stop the car.
mommy dearest: Oh it's okay, as long as you try your best. You must always try your best because you never know what will happen if you don't. Shoot for the sky.
Dang, have you ever met such an encouraging mom?!?! LOL what in the world.......I was definitely snickering to my side throughout this but I don't think she noticed. haha Oh asian mothers...
Can we please swap asian mother stories? Which reminds me...I think i'm going to visit the website www.mymomisafob.com now.
Okay no more mommy posts anymore, I promise.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Mommy Dearest
In the year of 2008, I was home for about a month and a half or so total. About 3 weeks of summer and 2 weeks winter break and a week of spring break. Otherwise I was in Irvine or HK.
And this year of 2009, i've only been home for a week and half total. About 3 days at the beginning of summer and then almost a week now.
So all in all, I can finally say Home Sweet Home, well that is till mid Sept. It's nice how you can still call it home no matter how long you've been gone for or how far away you were. And it's also semi nice to know things don't change that much at home, i.e. mommy dearest.
For the record, I do not call my mom, mommy dearest. I am asian so that'd......be pretty weird. Anyways, coming back home I once again an pleasantly reminded of my mothers voice in the ways of warm welcomes and of course nagging and "advice-ing." I've grown up to my mom coming into my room with a newspaper in hand showing me of crimes and how I should avoid them. Well things have semi-evolved and she just show me a clipping of a man who was arrested for public intoxication and told me to remember if you drink to always drink inside and never outside. Thank you mommy dearest. But at least now, she's comfortable with knowing I am of age and do consume that thing we like to call alchy.
Now all girls with Asian parents i'm sure have gone through, starting to go through or will go through the process of the parentals encouraging words for you to find a life mate. At first it's like NO BOYFRIEND, STUDY HARD OR I WILL GET THE "TUNG TEW" I.E. DUSTER AND HIT YOU. And then all of a sudden it's, WHERE IS BOYFRIEND?!?! YOU ARE GETTING OLD. And you're like 22....
I got lucky & my parents weren't like that at all. And my parents know I despisetalking about such matters with them but anyways my mommy dearest went through stages
Stage 1: (in middle school) You should wait till high school to get boyfriend.
Stage 2: (in high school) You should wait till college to get a boyfriend.
Stage 3: (2nd/3rd year of college) I don't mind if you get a boyfriend...
Stage 4: (this summer going into 4th year) You know you should learn how to bake cookies. You know why? Hehe. Because then baking cookies will get a boyfriend. Hehehe. (Exact words and giggles except all done in Cantonese. -__________-)
Oy vey. There are a couple of personal reasons why i'm single, but either way, ultimately I want to truly fall in love with God before anyone else. I believe a good relationship happens at the right time with the right person. If you meet the wrong person at the right time, it won't work out because he's wrong for you. If you meet the right person at the wrong time, it won't work out because you're not ready or other personal issues. So either way you need both things to click and I have no problem with waiting until I do meet that right guy at the right time. And dang, I'm only 21. Sometimes I feel like thats hella young and then sometimes I feel like its hella old but I mean it's just.....normal. 21's kind of a weird age...eh. That's a different topic though so here concludes my post.
So here's to being young, not limiting yourself and living it up cause you can, cheers!
And this year of 2009, i've only been home for a week and half total. About 3 days at the beginning of summer and then almost a week now.
So all in all, I can finally say Home Sweet Home, well that is till mid Sept. It's nice how you can still call it home no matter how long you've been gone for or how far away you were. And it's also semi nice to know things don't change that much at home, i.e. mommy dearest.
For the record, I do not call my mom, mommy dearest. I am asian so that'd......be pretty weird. Anyways, coming back home I once again an pleasantly reminded of my mothers voice in the ways of warm welcomes and of course nagging and "advice-ing." I've grown up to my mom coming into my room with a newspaper in hand showing me of crimes and how I should avoid them. Well things have semi-evolved and she just show me a clipping of a man who was arrested for public intoxication and told me to remember if you drink to always drink inside and never outside. Thank you mommy dearest. But at least now, she's comfortable with knowing I am of age and do consume that thing we like to call alchy.
Now all girls with Asian parents i'm sure have gone through, starting to go through or will go through the process of the parentals encouraging words for you to find a life mate. At first it's like NO BOYFRIEND, STUDY HARD OR I WILL GET THE "TUNG TEW" I.E. DUSTER AND HIT YOU. And then all of a sudden it's, WHERE IS BOYFRIEND?!?! YOU ARE GETTING OLD. And you're like 22....
I got lucky & my parents weren't like that at all. And my parents know I despisetalking about such matters with them but anyways my mommy dearest went through stages
Stage 1: (in middle school) You should wait till high school to get boyfriend.
Stage 2: (in high school) You should wait till college to get a boyfriend.
Stage 3: (2nd/3rd year of college) I don't mind if you get a boyfriend...
Stage 4: (this summer going into 4th year) You know you should learn how to bake cookies. You know why? Hehe. Because then baking cookies will get a boyfriend. Hehehe. (Exact words and giggles except all done in Cantonese. -__________-)
Oy vey. There are a couple of personal reasons why i'm single, but either way, ultimately I want to truly fall in love with God before anyone else. I believe a good relationship happens at the right time with the right person. If you meet the wrong person at the right time, it won't work out because he's wrong for you. If you meet the right person at the wrong time, it won't work out because you're not ready or other personal issues. So either way you need both things to click and I have no problem with waiting until I do meet that right guy at the right time. And dang, I'm only 21. Sometimes I feel like thats hella young and then sometimes I feel like its hella old but I mean it's just.....normal. 21's kind of a weird age...eh. That's a different topic though so here concludes my post.
So here's to being young, not limiting yourself and living it up cause you can, cheers!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Thin Line Between an Opinion and Judgement
I think i've developed a bad habit.
Habits take forever to make and even longer to change. I think over the last 2-3 years, there's been an undercurrent and my belief of seeing the best in people and being open to who ever got caught in the current. I'm an avid people watcher and observer and I think that i've seen and noticed people who's actions really turn me off. Are we a community or just a selective community? Why are we such hypocritical people? Why is it so hard to love some people?
It first started to where I was really annoyed by people who you could tell thought they were better than others and didn't try to get to know others but already labeled them as something. But thinking about it...isn't that how it is with me? Forming an opinion about these people and already writing them off? I used to be so much more open to people and seeing it worth a try to get to know anyone but i've grown tired. I dislike what I see and at this stage in my college life, I don't see a point in making an effort. Why get to know these sorts of people when there's so many others out there I feel worth my time and getting to know? It's easy to say that it's just my opinion but in the end, i'm making judgements that i'm not proud to claim ownership too.
Habits take forever to make and even longer to change. I think over the last 2-3 years, there's been an undercurrent and my belief of seeing the best in people and being open to who ever got caught in the current. I'm an avid people watcher and observer and I think that i've seen and noticed people who's actions really turn me off. Are we a community or just a selective community? Why are we such hypocritical people? Why is it so hard to love some people?
It first started to where I was really annoyed by people who you could tell thought they were better than others and didn't try to get to know others but already labeled them as something. But thinking about it...isn't that how it is with me? Forming an opinion about these people and already writing them off? I used to be so much more open to people and seeing it worth a try to get to know anyone but i've grown tired. I dislike what I see and at this stage in my college life, I don't see a point in making an effort. Why get to know these sorts of people when there's so many others out there I feel worth my time and getting to know? It's easy to say that it's just my opinion but in the end, i'm making judgements that i'm not proud to claim ownership too.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
disconnected from the world wide web
I'm absolutely horrible at keeping in touch via the internet when abroad. If it weren't for facebook, i'd have lost all connection to all things home. I don't know why that is. E-mail, skype, and even AIM aren't even the hardest things to do but it is at the same time. At the same time I really do wish I was great at keeping in touch, but i'm just really not a natural at it at all. Things will always be the same when i'm back but I really need to break the barrier that always comes up when i'm distantly challenged. I have no idea how people do it.
Maybe cause i'm surrounded by people so much that when i'm in my room with my computer, I just want to be alone. The introvert side of me kicks in. And my room does not get any light! Nor do i turn on the light so that it's basically where dreams go to die. hahaha depressing, I know? I think i'll turn on the light right now.
Theres less than 2 weeks left in the UK, and I really want to make the most out of everything except i'm sick so all I want to do is nap. Unfortunately I have a group presentation and essay due tomorrow that I just need to suck it up and do it.
I WANT TO AND MUST BLOG MORE.
I need to record my thoughts more.
Boring post, but i'm improving a little I suppose.
Maybe cause i'm surrounded by people so much that when i'm in my room with my computer, I just want to be alone. The introvert side of me kicks in. And my room does not get any light! Nor do i turn on the light so that it's basically where dreams go to die. hahaha depressing, I know? I think i'll turn on the light right now.
Theres less than 2 weeks left in the UK, and I really want to make the most out of everything except i'm sick so all I want to do is nap. Unfortunately I have a group presentation and essay due tomorrow that I just need to suck it up and do it.
I WANT TO AND MUST BLOG MORE.
I need to record my thoughts more.
Boring post, but i'm improving a little I suppose.
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