Tiffanyisms

It's getting late into the night and I finally have time to myself. For the longest time, one of my favorite parts of the day is right before I fall asleep and i'm laying in bed thinking about a vast majority of things. Sometimes my thoughts are superficial and sometimes they run deep. Hands down though my favorite part is that moment of utter relaxation as I drift into a sweet reverie. That transition is something wonderful. That is why I get excited for sleep sometimes in the day. These days now i've been way too busy. I'm always out doing something, I honestly don't know where all my time goes. Although I might whine, I actually really like it though because I feel like i'm really productive in all areas of my life. My life basically equals school, internship, part time job, friends and long weekend trips. I'm going to Seattle this week to finally visit my best friend at her school. And then the week after i'm flying back home to Norcal for a few days. Time is going by so fast on the reals.

Anyways, I don't really have anything to share so here are random thoughts or random facts about me. Tiffanyisms are what we'll call them.

1. I am solar powered. My energy level and mood are largely affected about the amount of sun there is.

2. I've only craved pho once. I never crave pho and the one time I did, it was a cold night so I wanted something warm. And I was dating a Vietnamese guy at the time so maybe I was subconsciously thinking of him. hahaha But no really, I think it was just because it was pretty cold that night. And I am a huge weather baby.

3. I believe conditioner bottles should be larger than shampoo bottles. Who the hell really uses a 1:1 ratio of that? Those bastards, making me run out of conditioner way before my shampoo so I have to go buy more and keep on going with this uneven amounts of shampoo bottle to conditioner bottles.

4. I am a liquid fiend. I may drink slowly but I consume lots of liquids such as juice, pmt, coffee, all except for water though. I have to consciously remember to drink water.

5. I think Japanese restaurants should stop taking Monday off because many times for some damn weird reason it is just on that day, I really crave Japanese food and then I get there to find out they're closed. *cough FUKADA cough* A little part of me dies every time. Get with the rest of the Asians like the Chinese/Korean/Vietnamese and work 7 days a week, 24 hours. Just because you've been here longer than the rest of us, you 5th generations Japanese, don't mean a thang! Kay thanks!

6. I believe that behind every great Chinese/Japanese/PMT restaurant, is a great set of Mexican cooks.

7. I believe the meanest prank would be to shoot a whole bunch of boba at someone's car, completely covered with boba like you had a white car but it turned black status. That would be a bitch to clean up. Don't do this to me, I will hurt you.

Wow sorry I think my sea salt coffee was laced with haterade cause I just realized that most of this list was more hating than loving. haha Whoops!

Anyways, can't wait for Wednesday to get here cause i'll be leaving for Seattle then! :)

Economy

"These days with the tight economy, you hear so much in the media about economizing. But that's almost always about "how to get more for less" ... how to clip a coupon or find a bargain. But I think we're missing what could be the golden epiphany of these hard times: We shouldn't be asking ourselves "How can we afford it?" We should instead be asking, "Do we really need it?" There's lots of social science that shows that once you're above poverty level, more money and more stuff doesn't contribute to happiness. I believe that most Americans would be happier, and the quality of their lives would increase, if they would only spend and consume less. If you believe as I do, I think there will be a lot of upsides to the current recession in the long run. "

A Simple Story

A boy walks down the street; he passes by a whole bed of flowers. Flowers were God's creation to bless the world, to bring people happiness. Each flower is unique. God created each flower to have its own worth, beauty and purpose in the world. One specific flower catches this boy's eye for a moment, it is a rose almost about to bloom. Its beauty and scent entrances him for a moment and in that moment, he decides to pick the rose. He is no florist, he is no gardener, he does not harness the skills to care for this rose, but caught in the moment, those thoughts are pushed aside and he stands there holding the rose in his hand admiring it. He continues to walk down the street, holding the rose up smiling at the way the sunlight hits it's red petals, the way the scent slowly wafts and surrounds him. The rose is his and he is happy. Instant gratification has taken place.

Further down his walk, the rose without proper care such as trimming the stem and water, starts to wilt. The boy notices and his happiness slowly starts to dissolve. He tries at first to care for the flower, but he is no florist, he is no gardener, he is a boy. He does not possess the passion and enough love to care for this rose. The boy stares at the rose for a second and decides the best decision is to throw the rose away. The initial excitement, the moment of entrancement has long gone. The rose lays on the sidewalk, further wilting.

Picking up the flower, he did not know the full responsibility that came with the flower. There are many flowers out there and this is just one among the many. Had the boy left the rose in its place, the rose could've been admired by other passer byers. The gardener could have taken care of it in its garden and allowed it to fully blossom. The florist could have cultivated the rose and placed it in a gorgeous bouquet for someone to truly admire its beauty. It could have fully bloomed and reached its full potential. The rose was meant for greater things in this world, but that one boy who couldn't keep his hands to himself, took that rose away from that. He didn't think about the greater picture, he couldn't care for the rose the way it needed to be cared for. He was just a boy. And the rose lays wilting on the sidewalk.

But the beauty of it all is that God can make all things and people new again.

Video Blog #1

Haven't been around much, was in LA yesterday and I got woken up early because i'm going to be in SD today. So I know you guys miss me, but don't fret, I gotchu! I recorded this the other night when I came back from something and...I am an absolute dork, I know. Just bare with me. haha Thanks!

Note: I already knew what celluite was, but I couldn't think of any other words I didn't know because if I didn't know them, then.....I wouldn't have been able to come up with the word. Make sense? Kinda a Catch-22. haha

Things to work on:

1. BE LESS AWKWARD.

2. Stop fidgeting.

3. BE LESS AWKWARDDDDDDDDD

Hope you didn't cringe too much watching it! And congrats if you made it all the way through! Because....I couldn't. haha

The Roads A Little Uneven

Today I woke up with a nice little surprise. My left eyeball was red. My face went into WTF mode when I saw that in the mirror. My poor eye. & no, it is not pink eye, I don't fart on my pillows and sleep on them. I got just a little bit more class than that, only a little though. haha So I set an apt for a walk in at the optometrist today.

Long story short, my eyes aren't infected but they're dry and were being restricted by my contacts and lack of oxygen yadda yadda. So I need to wear glasses for a week or so. And my left eye is in worse condition since it's red. However, I left my glasses in Norcal during spring break so I have to wait for my parents to Fed Ex/UPS them to me. So i'm not supposed to wear contacts in the meantime but I gotta be able to see so the optometrist told me to just wear one contact till I get my glasses since my right eye isn't as bad condition in my left. Dude, let me tell you, it feels weird.

My left eye is naturally worse than my right eye normally, so only having good eyesight in one eye gives me an unbalanced feeling. There's a certain distorted perception. But I find this so relevant to my life. I have one eye that can't see that well and is infected and can't make things out to what they are. But I also have one good eye that picks up the slack and has good sight. Together I can get by but it's not to my full potential and I feel unbalanced, uneven and uncomfortable. How can one eye see so perfectly but one eye be so inept. It's dragging the team down. How can you see such opposite sides of the spectrum and still be the same. Anyways, I gotta get more than my eyesight in check. Well I just gotta wait for my glasses and time for it to heal. Then i'll be back on top of my game. And those who like seeing me in my glasses, they're in luck because i'll be wearing them for a little while. It's nice because people automatically think i'm more mature and smarter. Which I am, btw. haaaaaaaaaha no really, I am!

Side note, we've been trying to have a weekly tradition of roomie dinners where one of us cook a meal for the apt. Jessica the Cambodian (on the way right) cooked us salad, bruschetta, pasta with clams and some wine on the side. It was really yummy. Next week, Vicki (the middle one) is supposed to cook and then me. Last week Lily (on the way left) brought home food from home and cooked us Vietnamese food. It was really good too! but a lot of fish sauce was involved. I hung out with some friends afterwards and they all made comments throughout the night that I smelled. Damn the Vietnamese. hahaha jk.

sorta. :P

Sweet & Sour

This week and weekend has been full of randomness, pretty faces and fun. Laser tag, fields, nearby wolf/coyote attack, mexican fruit carts, free Common, B.O.B & the Cool Kids concert, Class 302, Tastea & babysitting on Good Friday. My arms are sore, my legs are tired, my tummy is full and I am just exhausted. But I am thankful for these times, it puts the last quarter of my senior year to a good start.

Today was Easter Sunday. I remember when it used to mean just being the best at finding eggs and eating all the candy later. But it means so much more. I went into the service hoping to listen to some good Word because i've been dry lately and i've been craving to hear a good message, a reminder of the God I live for. So I went in into today's service with the mindset of the son who had left home and wandered away and spent all his money but finally came back to his father. However the message of David and Goliath was spoken, and although it may have hit others, it missed me. But I am reminded that I can not count on Sundays to be my main meal course, I need to constantly pursue Him in my own time. Why am I so stubborn and lazy? I am waiting for someone else to sweep my off my feet with His word, rather than going to the word myself. I've known this forever but never made a change. And this seems to be my tag line but they say it's insanity to do the same thing over and over and expect different results.

Time to change it up and try something new.

No reason in finding people to feed you, when you can just feed yourself.

Gay Or Douche?

All right it's spring quarter, which means the summers around the corner. The suns been making more of an appearance like a celebrity whose down on some bucks so he's making some more extra guest appearances for quick cash. And no one's complaining cause it's some good eye candy. I absolutely love the sun. I think the guys do too because summer means + heat which means - clothes which doing some more simple math means girls wear less clothes. However in this new generation, this also goes for the boys. Apparently tanks tops are no longer limited to the ladies but the fellows too. Which leaves me with one question................gay or douche?

Irvine being one of the leading hipsters and trend setters who most likely are actually bandwagoners, go ahead of the curve of fashion trends. And Irvine boys do like to sport the tanks. Now i'm not really hating but making only PURELY superficial judgmental statements here, but I believe only two types of guys wear these tanks and they are either A) Gay or B) A Douchebag.

For the reals, gay guys are trendy and douchebags like to show off that they bench some in a more fashionable taste than side cut off t-shirts. One of my gay friends told me he bought a see through tank and plans to wear it in the day. He showed me a picture and its not as bad as you think and he's quite the good looking, fashionable gay so he can definitely pull it off. And as for the douchebags, come on now, you can just tell by the look on their faces.

The sad thing about another common thing the gays and the douchebags share is that girls often fall in the trap of falling for one of either, or they're really unlucky, both categories. All I got to say about that one is GG.

SIDE NOTE: I'm going to make it more of a habit of post more frequently now. And comments can now be made by anyone now, so you don't have to be a blogger to give some input.

Miss Whatswong