I have never had a dream that made my blood boil. Last night was my first time. My friend who just had a baby threw a house party for her little one. I was there and around noon, she thanked me for coming and tried rushing me out of the house. At first, I was really confused, but I thought, ah, I bet he's almost here. Her brother is coming. I didn't want to argue and didn't want to see him anyway, so I got my stuff and tried to leave. After much effort, I was still there. I stared at the door, earnestly reaching for it. It opened, and he walked in. My initial reaction was "wow. There he is. It's him."
I overheard him talking to another friend. They were talking about diamond engagement rings. Hearing this conversation made me furious. The thing about him is, first of all, when I knew him, he knew nothing about diamonds, and secondly, when he wants to get something, he does a hell of a lot of research about that subject before he makes his selection. And why the hell would he want to research diamond rings? There's only one reason. Makes me sick just thinking about it. He also mentioned he wanted to get a garter... Whatever.
I left. Finally! But I was boiling. I started slamming doors, chairs, anything I could get my hands on. I was deeply hurt and seared with anger. How could this have happened?! How???!!! I don't want to go into full detail about my rage, so just imagine really pissed, but x 100. But then two women walked in and told me they wanted me to pick out fabric so that they could make me something. I politely declined their kind offer, but they kept insisting, so I said I wanted a bed sheet. So we went to the store and blah blah blah. The rest of the dream is quite boring.
Okay, thanks for reading. I just had to get that off my chest. I'm awake now, duh, but I'm still pretty pissed off. This dream better not come true, especially the part about the two ladies. Ha ha. Just kidding.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
A Good Parent
What exactly qualifies someone to be a good parent? There are the basic things like providing their children food, shelter, and clothing. Come to think of it, there are parents out there who try their hardest to provide these necessities for their children, but sometimes, due to very unfortunate events, they can't even give them the basics, most of which we take for granted. I'm digressing from my point...
My sister, who is now a few months pregnant, said something to me tonight that at first struck me as hilarious, but after some thought, I find that it's actually a very interesting comment. She came back from a doctor a few days ago with some 3D pictures of her unborn child. As I was leaving her house this evening, she reminded me to take these pictures with me to show our parents. I asked, "You only have one copy of these, right?" She quickly answered, "Yeah, but I don't care." "WHAT?!" Most to-be parents treasure little things like this! A small lie immediately flew out of her mouth. "Okay! Okay! I care! I care! I care!" I know she still doesn't.
I was really shocked that she could care less about these pictures. My other friend who just gave birth framed one of hers! The fact that she doesn't care about her sonogram pictures does not mean she doesn't care about her baby. I say this because some people would be completely mortified that a mother wouldn't care about this. Some would misconstrue her candor statement as a hint that she will be a bad mother. (In a high-pitch nagging voice...) Well, if she doesn't care about the pictures, she must not care about a bunch of other things too, and therefore, she doesn't care about her baby and will be a bad bad mother. Oh whatever. Shut up. She may be a little crazy, heh heh, but she is still going to be a great mother. Good thing her husband is there to balance things out!
When I first started this entry, my question was "what qualifies someone to be a good parent?" The answer is rather simple. If you teach and show your child to be the best person they can be, you should be considered to be a good parent. Well, that's the simple answer to a big question. This is what my parents have done for me and my siblings, and although none of us are perfect, we are all genuinely good-hearted people. There are no rules a parent needs to follow. A parent who gives their children everything they want is no better or worse than a parent who practices harsh discipline. And who is to judge that someone is a good or bad parent? Maybe their children when they have kids of their own? Or sooner. Or maybe it's getting quite late, and I've completely lost my train of thought and am no longer making sense. Until next time, my friends. Good night!
My sister, who is now a few months pregnant, said something to me tonight that at first struck me as hilarious, but after some thought, I find that it's actually a very interesting comment. She came back from a doctor a few days ago with some 3D pictures of her unborn child. As I was leaving her house this evening, she reminded me to take these pictures with me to show our parents. I asked, "You only have one copy of these, right?" She quickly answered, "Yeah, but I don't care." "WHAT?!" Most to-be parents treasure little things like this! A small lie immediately flew out of her mouth. "Okay! Okay! I care! I care! I care!" I know she still doesn't.
I was really shocked that she could care less about these pictures. My other friend who just gave birth framed one of hers! The fact that she doesn't care about her sonogram pictures does not mean she doesn't care about her baby. I say this because some people would be completely mortified that a mother wouldn't care about this. Some would misconstrue her candor statement as a hint that she will be a bad mother. (In a high-pitch nagging voice...) Well, if she doesn't care about the pictures, she must not care about a bunch of other things too, and therefore, she doesn't care about her baby and will be a bad bad mother. Oh whatever. Shut up. She may be a little crazy, heh heh, but she is still going to be a great mother. Good thing her husband is there to balance things out!
When I first started this entry, my question was "what qualifies someone to be a good parent?" The answer is rather simple. If you teach and show your child to be the best person they can be, you should be considered to be a good parent. Well, that's the simple answer to a big question. This is what my parents have done for me and my siblings, and although none of us are perfect, we are all genuinely good-hearted people. There are no rules a parent needs to follow. A parent who gives their children everything they want is no better or worse than a parent who practices harsh discipline. And who is to judge that someone is a good or bad parent? Maybe their children when they have kids of their own? Or sooner. Or maybe it's getting quite late, and I've completely lost my train of thought and am no longer making sense. Until next time, my friends. Good night!
Friday, August 3, 2007
What a Joy
One of my best friends just gave birth to the most adorable baby girl a couple of days ago. At almost seven pounds, this little bundle of joy has the cutest little chin and the cutest little dimple on her very chubby cheeks. (Well, the dimple is only on the left cheek.) I was hypnotized by this baby. I just sat there and stared and smiled. Once in a while, I'd do a little baby talk. She is so cute!
When asked if I wanted to hold her, I quickly refused. The idea of holding a newborn is scary. They're so fragile. What if I hurt them in some way?! But I gave in. I have never held a newborn before. Yes, sort of surprising being as old as I am now and being a woman. When my friend slipped her into my tense arms, all of my nerves just melted away. She felt perfect nestled in the curves of my arms and chest. As I stared into the newborn's face, I realized how amazing this was. This little seven pound thing is a newborn baby. She has a little head, little hands and little feet. I was holding something so beautiful, and this something beautiful is so tiny, so sweet, so peaceful. My eyes welled up, and I started crying! My emotions shocked me. I never thought holding a baby would affect me this way. I think that this moment was especially emotional because this is my best friend's baby. I'm not technically her auntie, but I felt like one! I want to be there and watch her grow. I love this child.
Welcome, Katelyn! You're a very lucky little girl to have such wonderful parents... and aunties and uncles and grandparents... Hope we won't spoil you too much!
P.S. No, this does not mean I want to have children right now... if any of you were going to ask. Ho ho ho.
When asked if I wanted to hold her, I quickly refused. The idea of holding a newborn is scary. They're so fragile. What if I hurt them in some way?! But I gave in. I have never held a newborn before. Yes, sort of surprising being as old as I am now and being a woman. When my friend slipped her into my tense arms, all of my nerves just melted away. She felt perfect nestled in the curves of my arms and chest. As I stared into the newborn's face, I realized how amazing this was. This little seven pound thing is a newborn baby. She has a little head, little hands and little feet. I was holding something so beautiful, and this something beautiful is so tiny, so sweet, so peaceful. My eyes welled up, and I started crying! My emotions shocked me. I never thought holding a baby would affect me this way. I think that this moment was especially emotional because this is my best friend's baby. I'm not technically her auntie, but I felt like one! I want to be there and watch her grow. I love this child.
Welcome, Katelyn! You're a very lucky little girl to have such wonderful parents... and aunties and uncles and grandparents... Hope we won't spoil you too much!
P.S. No, this does not mean I want to have children right now... if any of you were going to ask. Ho ho ho.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Apologies
I've been receiving complaints that I haven't written in my blog lately. Sorry! I've been quite busy, but I'll try not to disappoint the wonderful people who read my blog and will post something more interesting than this entry soon! Have a great day!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Dream 8 - Big Rat
CAUTION: If you dislike rats or are sensitive to icky matters, don't read this entry.
The only visual I had from this dream is of an empty table, one that looks like a surgery table. It was draped with a white sheet and some long rat hairs. Investigators and common citizens were milling around. The entire story is this... A huge rat, about five feet long excluding the tail, had just raped or had consensual sex with a young woman. Afterwards, it ate parts of her body and killed her. Her body couldn't be found, but they were able to catch the rat. They constrained it to the surgical table, but it somehow escaped. People are setting up an investigation to look for this rat. And that's it.
From what I've read, dreaming of rats can mean a number of things - from feeling guilty about something or bieng surrounded by deception. It can't be the former because I haven't done anything that I should feel guilty about. Not sure if I'm engulfed in deception... Hope not? And to add murder and rape in there too?? This is definitely a weird dream.
The only visual I had from this dream is of an empty table, one that looks like a surgery table. It was draped with a white sheet and some long rat hairs. Investigators and common citizens were milling around. The entire story is this... A huge rat, about five feet long excluding the tail, had just raped or had consensual sex with a young woman. Afterwards, it ate parts of her body and killed her. Her body couldn't be found, but they were able to catch the rat. They constrained it to the surgical table, but it somehow escaped. People are setting up an investigation to look for this rat. And that's it.
From what I've read, dreaming of rats can mean a number of things - from feeling guilty about something or bieng surrounded by deception. It can't be the former because I haven't done anything that I should feel guilty about. Not sure if I'm engulfed in deception... Hope not? And to add murder and rape in there too?? This is definitely a weird dream.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Coffee Shop with a Twist
I went to the strangest place the other day, and I want to share with you my very fun experience. The evening started off with dinner at a Japanese restaurant. Afterwards, my friend and I had no where to go so just drove around for a bit. He brought up this coffee shop his friends brought him to. But the thing is, it's a Vietnamese coffee shop where the waitresses work in lingerie. Wow. Really? I'm down to check it out.
This place is sort of hidden in a little shopping center behind a Carrows. As we're walking in, I notice A LOT of Asian men, smoking their cigarettes, drinking coffee, and playing cards. Wow. I've never been to a place like this before. We walked in and were greeted by a waitress, in lingerie and without a smile, and were promptly seated in the corner. I sat and kept my head down, giggling immaturely. I was actually embarrassed for these girls! So I hid my uncontrollable grin behind their menu offering a selection of coffees, teas, tropical fruit shakes, and small meals. No alcohol. They'd frequently walk by, clacking in their absurd heels, making it impossible to forget that they're wearing almost nothing.
The whole setting felt so awkward. We were in a regular ol' cafe with cheap little tables and chairs, several flat screen monitors showing sports and music videos, and loud Vietnamese pop. So in this almost dingy place which, by the way, only had male patrons that night with the exception of yours truly, there are several Vietnamese waitresses serving people in their ugly matching bra and bikini sets and heels. I personally thought they were wearing swim wear, but my friend said it was "lingerie."
It looked like they were trying to sell the whole "sex" idea, but everything just looked wrong. First of all, the cafe wasn't sexy AT ALL. The girls weren't sexy either. Okay, they're slim, and a couple had the full breasts, but none of them looked like they wanted to be there. They're probably tired of being ogled by perverted men all day. One, the one who looked like a man, looked pissed off the whole time we were there. But the strangest thing to me is that their responsibilities also include clearing the tables and sweeping the floors! If there was any hint of sexy in them, seeing them do that took all of it away. You can't be cheap when you want to sell sex. It's supposed to be glamorized, not look dirty. That's what it is! It all looked dirty. Not the place itself, but the whole idea of nearly naked bodies walking around in a tired coffee shop serving men with hungry eyes. I bet some of them had a kick watching the girls bend over while sweeping the floors.
I made it sound like I had a horrible time, but that's not true. I had good company so we had drinks and played cards for a while. We were kind of fitting in with the rest of the perverts. We even checked out the girls together. Well, I think he did a little more checking out than I did, of course... But I had a lot of fun. It was an eye-opening experience. I'd like to go again. Most likely, I'll giggle as much as I did this last time, but I don't think that should be a problem.
This place is sort of hidden in a little shopping center behind a Carrows. As we're walking in, I notice A LOT of Asian men, smoking their cigarettes, drinking coffee, and playing cards. Wow. I've never been to a place like this before. We walked in and were greeted by a waitress, in lingerie and without a smile, and were promptly seated in the corner. I sat and kept my head down, giggling immaturely. I was actually embarrassed for these girls! So I hid my uncontrollable grin behind their menu offering a selection of coffees, teas, tropical fruit shakes, and small meals. No alcohol. They'd frequently walk by, clacking in their absurd heels, making it impossible to forget that they're wearing almost nothing.
The whole setting felt so awkward. We were in a regular ol' cafe with cheap little tables and chairs, several flat screen monitors showing sports and music videos, and loud Vietnamese pop. So in this almost dingy place which, by the way, only had male patrons that night with the exception of yours truly, there are several Vietnamese waitresses serving people in their ugly matching bra and bikini sets and heels. I personally thought they were wearing swim wear, but my friend said it was "lingerie."
It looked like they were trying to sell the whole "sex" idea, but everything just looked wrong. First of all, the cafe wasn't sexy AT ALL. The girls weren't sexy either. Okay, they're slim, and a couple had the full breasts, but none of them looked like they wanted to be there. They're probably tired of being ogled by perverted men all day. One, the one who looked like a man, looked pissed off the whole time we were there. But the strangest thing to me is that their responsibilities also include clearing the tables and sweeping the floors! If there was any hint of sexy in them, seeing them do that took all of it away. You can't be cheap when you want to sell sex. It's supposed to be glamorized, not look dirty. That's what it is! It all looked dirty. Not the place itself, but the whole idea of nearly naked bodies walking around in a tired coffee shop serving men with hungry eyes. I bet some of them had a kick watching the girls bend over while sweeping the floors.
I made it sound like I had a horrible time, but that's not true. I had good company so we had drinks and played cards for a while. We were kind of fitting in with the rest of the perverts. We even checked out the girls together. Well, I think he did a little more checking out than I did, of course... But I had a lot of fun. It was an eye-opening experience. I'd like to go again. Most likely, I'll giggle as much as I did this last time, but I don't think that should be a problem.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Pet Peeve #3 - Cute Women
After working a 12 hour day and only sleeping for two hours the previous night, I cannot sleep again for some odd reason. For the first few hours, I kept thinking about designing web pages. How irritating. But now, I'm wide awake with a total of FOUR hours of sleep for the past two nights! I usually always get at least eight per night. Anyway, what better to do when I can't sleep than share my complaints with my avid fans. Heh heh heh. What fans...
Anyway, I think it's important that we all, as adults, stay connected to the youth in us. We all like to be kids again from time to time and play and joke around like little fourth graders. This keeps us sane, human, and maybe even young! So in my opinion, it's completely fine to goof around with friends as if you're all in elementary school again, well, as long as it's the right time and place to do it, but it is NOT okay when grown women act like little girls. There seems to be three types of little girl roles they take on. One, the bratty little girl, two, the helpless little girl, and three, the happy little girl. I hate all three. Can't stand them.
I'm sure you all have encountered these little acts before, but if you haven't, observe, and you'll find that they're all around you... What a frightening thought. So there's a bunch of things these grown adults do. Some only do some, but God help us, some do ALL of them.
1. This is the most obvious. Talk with little girl voices.
2. Use little kid words.
3. Try to pull off doing cute puppy eyes (like Puss 'n Boots) as they're trying to make someone do a simple chore for them. (Do it yourself, woman!!)
4. Then huff and puff and pout when they don't get their way.
5. Wear pigtails. Okay, in my opinion, the only grown women who can wear pigtails and look good wearing them are cowgirls, adult industry women, and Hooters servers.
6. They literally interact and talk to you like you're both five-year-olds.
So apparently, it's a fad right now among the HK girls to do numbers 1 and 2. (Heh heh... it's a fad to do #1 & 2... That's funny. God. I can't stop laughing...) And I'm sorry if I offended anyone, but that's just what I've observed. I see this in Chinese commercials, on the streets, and my sister tells me some of her friends have been doing this lately. I just don't understand why adults try to act like little girls! Maybe guys like that kind of thing? That's the only reason I can think of... If there are any guys reading this, please, if you have time to leave a comment, let me know how you feel about this. I'm very curious to know what your perspective may be.
I totally don't dig it. When you become a woman, it means that you're an adult. In most cases, you no longer have to depend on someone else for things. Be independent. Stop ACTING helpless, and stop using your little voices. It's so much more attractive when a woman is confident and can take care of herself.
P.S. I take back what I said about the pigtails thing. It really depends on how you wear them.
Anyway, I think it's important that we all, as adults, stay connected to the youth in us. We all like to be kids again from time to time and play and joke around like little fourth graders. This keeps us sane, human, and maybe even young! So in my opinion, it's completely fine to goof around with friends as if you're all in elementary school again, well, as long as it's the right time and place to do it, but it is NOT okay when grown women act like little girls. There seems to be three types of little girl roles they take on. One, the bratty little girl, two, the helpless little girl, and three, the happy little girl. I hate all three. Can't stand them.
I'm sure you all have encountered these little acts before, but if you haven't, observe, and you'll find that they're all around you... What a frightening thought. So there's a bunch of things these grown adults do. Some only do some, but God help us, some do ALL of them.
1. This is the most obvious. Talk with little girl voices.
2. Use little kid words.
3. Try to pull off doing cute puppy eyes (like Puss 'n Boots) as they're trying to make someone do a simple chore for them. (Do it yourself, woman!!)
4. Then huff and puff and pout when they don't get their way.
5. Wear pigtails. Okay, in my opinion, the only grown women who can wear pigtails and look good wearing them are cowgirls, adult industry women, and Hooters servers.
6. They literally interact and talk to you like you're both five-year-olds.
So apparently, it's a fad right now among the HK girls to do numbers 1 and 2. (Heh heh... it's a fad to do #1 & 2... That's funny. God. I can't stop laughing...) And I'm sorry if I offended anyone, but that's just what I've observed. I see this in Chinese commercials, on the streets, and my sister tells me some of her friends have been doing this lately. I just don't understand why adults try to act like little girls! Maybe guys like that kind of thing? That's the only reason I can think of... If there are any guys reading this, please, if you have time to leave a comment, let me know how you feel about this. I'm very curious to know what your perspective may be.
I totally don't dig it. When you become a woman, it means that you're an adult. In most cases, you no longer have to depend on someone else for things. Be independent. Stop ACTING helpless, and stop using your little voices. It's so much more attractive when a woman is confident and can take care of herself.
P.S. I take back what I said about the pigtails thing. It really depends on how you wear them.
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