Simply Forgotten

There it was. Just like any other day I was getting ready in the morning while listening to my upbeat, girly, guilty pleasure music itunes playlist. Except unlike any other day, I noticed it. I had completely forgotten about it. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes widened in half surprise and half unfamiliarity. It was as though I were rummaging through a box of keepsakes and stumbled upon a forgotten item, a strange mix of familiarity and foreignness. I ran my finger over it and felt the uneven scar. The touch felt so foreign to me. For as long as I can remember i've had this fairly small but visible scar. In fact it's been so long that I actually have absolutely no recollection of when or how it happened. The earliest memory I have of it is me asking my mom how I got the scar. Even the memory of that is a bit hazy. I think my mom told me I was a little girl when it happened; I was running and tripped on the cement. Simple enough right? I always wished a crazier story had happened, like I was a little girl rushing to save a baby bird falling from a tree and in the process tripped on the tree roots. Or a man tried to kidnap me with a knife but I fought my way out of his hold but in the midst of the epic fight, the knife had left a scar. But nope, I was running on the cement and tripped. I wonder how fast was I running. I wonder how big the scar was when I was a little girl because it's been years and it seems to never have shrunk. I wonder why it never healed like the other scars I got as a child, scars that I actually remember getting. I wonder if it hurt. I wonder if I cried when it happened. I like to think that I didn't cause you know, I probably was a very tough little girl. I like to think of a lot of things. I wonder why I don't remember.

Very rarely does anyone notice my scar. Hell, it's been years since i've even noticed it. It's strange to live with a scar without any memory of the incident or the pain that may have had come with it. Sometimes it feels as though forgotten memories are secrets our subconscious keep from us. But hey, that's just sounds like crazy talk.

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Oops on being so M.I.A. Just wanted to say i'm alive and well, despite spending the last 4 nights in Vegas. haha

A Perfect Afternoon

I'm going to make this, sit in the sun and enjoy it with a good book. Then my life would be temporarily complete.

Original Gangsters Eat Strawberry Ice Cream Bars

A couple days ago it was nice and hot. Just the way I like my men. (joking! har har) And nothing says hello to a hot summer's day than short shorts and a tasty strawberry cream bar. It was hot and I had run out of my small pint of ice cream so I dragged the Cautious Optimist with me to the closest grocery store to buy ice cream. And so here's post #2 of My Messy Closet edition.

Obey 'Original Gangster' tank. thrifted RVCA cutoff shorts. Target sandals. Strawberry ice cream bar from Ralphs. (Like that one arm action grabbing my hat as if the non existent wind is going to blow it off? haaaaaaaaaaaaa, why am I such a nub?)

You see, I have somewhat of a difficulty putting some color into my skin ever since I stopped doing track and field. Spent these last 4 years in Socal and I still look like i've still been living in Norcal. This summer i'm putting Operation Crispy Bacon in the works. I'm going to legitimately try and get a tan this summer, or at least a little bit more color. This plan is called Operation Crispy Bacon...not because I am referring myself as a piece of meat but just because I love bacon. Mmm.........bacon sounds good right now......

Friday Night & The Feelings Right

It's 9:30PM Friday night. Lily & I were at her house trying to come up with ideas on how to entertain ourselves for the night. We couldn't come up with anything so since we had just gone shopping, I suggested we just throw on a little something new and go to Gyu Kaku to eat since we were kind of hungry. We get to the restaurant and while we wait for our table Lily suggests "Hey, let's act like a lesbian couple. Come on! We're here to celebrate our anniversary! Should it be 1 year? Nah, 6 months is good." Of course my initial reaction is wtf? Put yourself in my shoes. The girl you've shared a room and bathroom with for the last 3 years asks you to pretend to be a lesbian couple for the night...........Wth, right? I laugh but i'm intrigued by the idea because it's so ridiculous that no one does it but at the same time it's so embarrassing. I look at her and say "No, it's going to be so embarrassing. What's the point?" She answers me, "For fun. Come on, cheap thrills." Those are the words and the little bit of hesitation I have is gone. Cause for the sake of cheap thrills, i'm down.

So this is the night of Lily & my 6 month anniversary as a lesbian couple.

The server seats us walking past a bunch of packed tables into a semi secluded room with a very roomy booth for us, and a group of around 6 at the booth next to us. We sit down semi disappointed because the lack of large groups means the less fun and the small intimate group next to us in this enclosed space might just make it even more awkward. The server hands us our menus and Lily tells her that we're celebrating our 6 month anniversary. She congratulates us with a smile and wishes us a happy anniversary. The table next to us overhears it and it's obvious because all of them are looking over at us. As we order, we start playing our roles as the lesbian couple. Because i'm wearing a long maxi dress, I start acting more dainty and girly while Lily says things like "You want water too, right babe?" in front of the waiter. I'm pretty sure everyone believed us because I mean, what 2 normal girls would joke about something like that? Us apparently.

Here's my "girlfriend" with our food. I'm not sure if it's because of a) natural instinct and reflex with the room placement or b) because we're girls or c) people thought we were lesbian but guys would past by our booth to go to the bathroom and i'd end up accidentally making eye contact with them as they walked back looking in. Let's go with option C.

So we order sesame ice cream for dessert but to our surprise another waitress comes in with our ice cream with additional s'mores on top and a lit candle. She congratulates us saying "Happy Anniversary" and the other waitress comes back in smiling saying the dessert is on her. LOL oops? Haha hustling dessert by accident. The group next to us starts saying/singing happy birthday and at this point I feel pretty freakin' awkward.

Here we are with our 6 month anniversary free dessert on the house. Don't we make a cute couple? Afterwards we decided to grab a drink at Tin Lizzie. Of course right? For those around the area you'd know it's a pretty popular gay bar. hahaha The perfect way to end our night. Here's Lily with a bunch of cute gay men in the background.

After we grabbed a drink at Tin Lizzies as wallflowers we decided to end the night on a straight note. So we end up going to a nearby bar and 5 minutes in, Lily was immediately approached by a drunk creeper. Ah....the life of a straight girl. How I missed it so...hahaha

So yeap, this is how Lily and Tiffies do on Friday night. All done in the name of cheap thrills. And shoutout to Lilycakes cause I know she's reading this ish. Happy 6 month Lilycakes, but uh, let's hold up on the texts. It was a one night thing all right?

10 Simple Mistakes We Make

1. Taking the qualities of someone who is soft spoken and quiet and mistaking them as being a nice, good person.

2. Throwing a red shirt in with a full load of whites and coming up with a bunch of newly pink clothes.

3. Yelling at a friend for not responding to you, only to realize that you've been yelling at a stranger and your friend is nowhere near you.

4. Looking at a black window to see your reflection but it turns out that black window was just tinted and everyone in the restaurant/store knows you were checking yourself out.

5. Singing out loud along to a song when you realize you only have your headphones on and you're in public.

6. Dating someone you knew you probably shouldn't have.

7. Going to a "Cash Only" place with only a credit card on hand.

8. Driving all the way to a place to eat only to realize it's closed when all of this could have been avoided with a call beforehand or checking the place's closing hours online.

9. Falling asleep with sunglasses on in the sun and getting a funny tan.

10. Making a joke and putting a profile picture of you and a friend looking couply with the caption "Save the date! Next year, August 16, 2011" and having people who don't know you as well think you're an actual couple, and on top of that, that you're actually engaged. What nubs.

Miss Whatswong

My Messy Closet Edition

Dressing up has always been kind of fun. I've always had an interest in it and playing around with style. I don't think I could ever really keep a fashion blog, but I think i'm going to try and just expand my current blog and try to put in random style blogs for kicks. After all this blog has the most random of things in here, so who knows what you'll find. Hopefully my random style blogs do not fail as much as my vidblogs. hahaha The posts won't be too crazy or anything because i'm nub but i'll just add in random outfit pictures or something clothing related. They'll be under the tag labels of "My Messy Closet." :)

Jawana & I at the LACMA

Maxi dresses make me happy because I feel like im sauntering all over the place. Saunter is such a fun word. I think maxi dresses are perfect for summer because it brings more class than short shorts. And unlike short shorts, you don't need to shave since no one sees your legs anyways. HAHA True but nah just kidding, I still prefer smooth legs. It feels nice to have the dress brush against the legs.

So recently i've been shacking up with the Cautious Optimist and she'll be my current accomplice in taking pictures for these "My Messy Closet" posts. Doesn't she look lovely? She's rocking a pair of thrifted Michael Kors, a super great find!

The summer sun feels good on the skin. I really hope the gloomy summer days are over. Keeping my fingers crossed.