In Living Color

I'm Back In Cali

2008-07-15T09:40:15Z

I am currently in friggin' love with this song. I've yet to hear a remix featuring this particular beat of Phil Collins's "In The Air" that I didn't like. The first one was with Tupac and that was tight. This one is...I can't stop playing it. Yeah. I heard it in some utterly random tiny ghetto ass club in Honolulu. Nice. :D

~ :: ~ La La La ~ :: ~

So I went on a crazy, last minute whirlwind trip to Honolulu. It was such a short trip but I had such a great time...even if I was a complete zombie by midnight in Honolulu.

While I was there, DeathMetal (remember him? Yeah. The dude did not end up joining a monastery as I had hoped. If you don't know him, that's because those posts are locked. Sorry, man) sends me this oh-so-irresistible text message ::

"Do you want to do it animal style 2night?"

OMG WTF DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME NO YOU DID NOT

Seriously. What. The. F*ck, yo.

I couldn't stand it anymore. The ignoring has not worked. The wishing of luck while he considered being a monk (btw, he got back to my question about why he wanted to be a monk. Know what his answer was? He said he was gonna shave his head so he figured why not be spiritual about it. Omg. When I read that, I was like "Dude, there really is nothing I can say to that, I can't even begin to come up with a response so I've decided I can't be bothered with you anymore". Seriously. What the holy freak) obviously was not a big enough of a hint for him to go away.

Therefore, I had to resort to a final kiss off (not literally. Oh God, no).

I considered for a brief moment that maybe he was talking about having an In-N-Out burger animal style but after that initial second flew by, I scrapped that idea as "yeah right" and shot him off the following message ::

No. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. In fact, please stop texting and calling me. Good luck in all u do. Bye"

I think that got the point across but in a somewhat polite way. I'm beginning to think this boy has been either dropped on the head one too many times or sniffed too many magic markers at some point in his life because I can't even to begin to explain his behavior.

Or is it because he simply cannot resist the sexiness that is my friends and I?
This is how we like to be photographed after too much beer, vodka and soju.
We r teh sekushi and that is why DeathMetal cannot resist.
That's gotta be it. Resistance is futile, freakazoid.

My first destination after getting off the plane from Paradise last night? Ktown for some Manic Monday Madness with mIssQtEe. I swear, we seriously needed to be rolled out from the restaurant. To think I've driven past there so many times and actually stood underneath its sign while laughing like a faded hyena with YooKa when we went to Nandarang but have never tasted its yumminess. Omg. I have a new love and it is that Golden Piggy place next to Nandarang. Holy crap, I can't even remember its name but I remember how yummy it was. Good God, it's 4 hours after my last spoonful of kimchi fried rice and I'm still overstuffed. Nice.

Bring On The Sun!

2008-07-08T19:10:17Z

I just realized a very odd thing about myself. I've been living in the same place for about 8 years. In those 8 years, I've spent almost all of it with my curtains drawn. I preferred to live my life in the half light because the sunlight was always too bright for me. I took comfort in the shadows that filled my room at all hours of the day. My door was always closed and I existed in this odd place of permanent twilight.

A few weeks ago, when it was the hottest it has been so far in Los Angeles, I was suddenly seized by this insane urge to clean house. I weeded out my closet and cabinets. I had a huge mountain of clothes I donated, some with the tags still on. I had books that were in pristine condition but didn't want to read anymore. I wiped and sanitized and didn't stop for 2 entire days. I threw open my curtains to let in the sun, threw open my door to let the breeze wash out the air and cleaned well into the night.

After that day, I can't stand for my curtains to be closed. The sun and I have gotten reacquainted and are making up for lost time. The subtle breeze and I are getting to know each other once more. My neighbors' children and I have become friends.

I don't know what happened except I'm no longer content to exist in the shadows. I have discovered that the light doesn't hurt the way I thought it would and that I actually miss it when the stars claim the sky but just for a little bit.

Adventures In The Other Country :: We're Weird

2008-06-30T06:38:13Z

Okay, real quick. I just listened to a clip basicstories shared with me in a previous post and I had to share it with all you people who read this. Who you are, I've no clue, but maybe you'll be just as amused as I was when I listened to it. I call it : How Not To Get A Girl To Call You Back". It's so awesome I didn't know what to say when I heard it except ".....wow.....".

:D

:: ~ * ~ :: Back To Our Scheduled Programming :: ~ * ~ ::

So I decided to spend the part of the weekend in the OC (or as I like to call it, The Other Country) with my beloved chica bonita, tryabreathmint. She cracks me up. Apparently we make for great amusement. Just ask my sister and my mom when we performed our Future Ex Husband dance. :D

This is how I spent my weekend ::

- did over an hour of yoga in her living room and almost fell asleep on said living room floor while in the Corpse pose. Seriously, no joke, I was super relaxed afterwards.

- went to eat at Izakaya Wasu. I met a bunch of new people and had a great time. I also ate waaay too much. x(

The plan was to hit up either Landmark or this bar in Lomita. I had no idea where it was and when I found out, I was like "Holy crap. That is far, man". I'm very succinct. Haa haa haa! Therefore, we decided to go to Landmark but seeing as how the line was waaaay too long, we took one look and got back into the car. We decided to try Mesa but that also was had a line and I hate waiting in lines almost as much as I hate....hm....well, I don't hate a lot of things so I guess waiting around in lines would top my very short list.

The great part about our failed mission to hit the bar scene in the OC? I got to put the navigation feature on my phone to good use. I have named it Navi! I'm also brilliant at naming things. Dude, I will never be lost again!! AGAIN!!! As long as Navi has a good eye on the sky, then I am all good.

In the end, we ended up hitting up the local Ralph's supermarket.....where I proceeded to go completely nuts. I bought a ton of snacks including the most amazing jalapeno cheese bread. Omg, toasty crispy goodness. That bread with prosciutto...omg, so good.

While we were there, Chita found a magazine and had to share with us the last page of the smutty magazine. It was a photo of David Beckham in all his friggin' glory. So. Effing. HAWT!!! He's my husband. Little does Posh Spice know that I'm only lending him to her. Apparently he is also Chita's boyfriend and tryabreathmint's lover at the same time. Whatevs. x)

He was so gorgeous in that photo, we had to take a picture with it. I know. Such dorks are we but it is a testament to his hotness. In fact, he is so dreamy the dour cashier who was ringing up our midnight goodies had to ask us what we were giggling about so we had to show her. I swear, her eyes lit up and she looked like a blushing, giggly schoolgirl when she laid eyes on him.

Now we can honestly say we took a picture with David Beckham.
It doesn't matter that he's in 2D and only a few inches tall.
It's not the size that matters or didn't you know that already?
Haa haa haa!

"Oh yeah. I know what I'm going to ask Santa for this Christmas", was all she could say.

Indeed indeed.....

And that concluded my night in the OC. A fun filled night sipping pomegranate brandy/wine that I lugged back from Mehico and telling stories with girlfriends. I couldn't have asked for a better night. :)

I Don't Get It

2008-06-28T08:06:49Z

People at work seem to think I'm some kind of Superstar Single Girl living it up in Hot Single City whereas they are Responsible Married People. Dude, I really don't know why or how they started thinking this. Every day I go into work, I'm greeted with slight variations of the following:

Hey Bonnie!! Good morning! OMG, you have to tell me all about your crazy weekend! I live vicariously through you. Any new parties? OoooOOOhh, ANY NEW BOYS???!!

Omg. That is some crazy pressure right there! I don't know what to tell them. First of all, none of them have seen me in action at a club. Neither have they really seen me in a bar setting without scrubs on and my eyeliner smudged six different ways to hell because I'm exhausted from work. So....I don't know where they get this idea that I'm always at crazy parties doing crazy things meeting even crazier people.

I kind of want to tell them that I got the whole clubbing thing out of my system about 2 lifetimes ago because the stories from when I was behind the bar at Muse and the years following those make for some of the craziest stories. Well....actually, I could tell them those. I just don't want to.

If that's not enough, they want to know about my dating life. This is probably where I feel the most pressure. Dude, I've been single for 3 years. I appear to attract the weirdest men who are probably a little mentally unstable because they do the weirdest things or say the most cracked out things to me. I don't know if I'm just their particular flavor of honey or if I just scream "COME AND TALK TO ME, YA BIG FREAKS!! THE WEIRDER THE BETTER BECAUSE I DIG THAT SH*T" or something.

Sometimes the pressure is unbearabe (I'm totally exaggerating) and I feel like I should go out simply just to make some memories so that I have good stories to tell them. x)

testing testing 1 2 3

2008-06-21T07:51:46Z

I just wanna see if this works. I'm attempting to update on my phone. Tee hee hee omg.

Clyde Phone v2008

2008-06-20T06:27:45Z

I got the Samsung. Omg. I'm in love. I was so giddy and delirious with joy when I got him. He's so shiny and pretty. I can't keep my hands off of him nor can I stop myself from pushing all the "buttons" he's got on him. What's even cooler is the little buzzing sensation he shoots up through my fingers whenever I push something. So friggin' COOL!!!

Anyway, I had to share this story. basicstories, you'll never believe what happened.

So I gleefully skip my way into a jazz wine bar because I want to play with my phone while I wait out traffic. I order a tasty glass of wine along with some crab cakes from their happy hour menu (dude, I was SO TOTALLY happy) and proceeded to play with my new ~~boyfriend~~ phone.

I was so engrossed in learning what makes it tick and how to use all its features so I didn't see CreepyMan slide into the seat next to me. Granted, the bar was a little crowded but dude, there were other empty seats next to other people. Whatever.

I couldn't stop myself from noticing that he would lean over and butt in other people's conversations. He tried to chat up the small group of older ladies to his left and when that failed, he leaned over to see what I was doing. You'd think my body language would put him off but nope, he had balls like no other. He saw that I was playing poker and would keep a running commentary on how I played. I was getting annoyed...and THEN he busted the ultimate move.

He whipped out his phone (an older blackberry looking phone) and said "You won't believe what I have on MY phone" as he pulled up his poker application. He kept saying "Watch THIS! I'm going to go ALL IN" and show me his shitty hand of 3-10 unsuited. He did this for about 5 minutes before giving up. And then he went back to watching me play poker on my phone. He then suddenly blurt out while leaning INTO MY SHOULDER "I'm from Vegas. I love poker but I love playing strip poker the best".

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT TO ME!

I'm wearing my friggin' SCRUBS and I'm obviously tuning your ass out so why Why WHY would you feel the need to tell me some crap like that?! I'm a total stranger!!! Is that his idea of game? Like "Oh, I know. I'll just tell some random girl sitting by herself by the bar that I like playing strip poker. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea to me!". Omgwth.

He eventually left the bar AFTER he oozed his way off the bar TOWARDS me while grunting and exhaling into my hair. UUUUGH! UGH UGH UGH!!!! My hair reeked of the lemons in his drink and the meat of his hamburger. So. Friggin. Gross.

New Toy New Toy!!

2008-06-19T05:30:08Z

So I've had my current phone for 3 years. ...yeah, time to get a new boyfriend. I call my phones my boyfriend because so far each one of my phones have outlasted the relationships I've been in when I've had them. Hm. That's kind of sad. So yeah. Time to get a new phone, man. :D

I've been with Sprint for .... holy crap....10 years now. Whoa, what the freaking hell?! Okay, besides my platonic friends, I don't think I've ever stuck around with a boy for that long... Hm. Yeah. Okay. Anyway, they sent me an email saying I can pick up this baybee one day before the general public.

Yeah, see this little sexy thing right here?
This is Clyde Phone v.2008.
Mmkaythxbai.

Come to Bonnie. I seriously cannot wait to get work over with tomorrow so that I can pick him up from the Sprint store at the mall. I'm gonna call them tomorrow and tell them to hold my friggin' phone for me.

:: UPDATE ::

So like tom, I've started looking into the HTC Diamond. I think it's supposed to hit Sprint in the US sometime in November. Ooh, hey! Just in time for my birthday! nice.

Ooh. How pretty.

So now the question is :

Do I fork over $140 for a phone that I'll use for a few months before I fork over a lot more to have this pretty bauble?

I ask because my current KRZR is about to die. I'm not sure if it'll last until the end of the year. I think I've had it for...wow...2.5 years now.

Always Have An Exit Strategy

2008-06-17T23:08:29Z

OMG, THANK GOD!!! I was so worried about Kiwi. I am happy again. ^_____^

Things I'm Thinking About When I Really Should Be Sleeping

2008-06-16T08:30:39Z

From Cuteoverload.com

The adventures of Annai, a cartoon creature looking for... an eye. Will he ever find it!?

So. Freaking. Cute. I kept hearing this song in French and Chinese the entire time I was watching it. I love little movies like this. There really is someone for everyone.

* sniffs a happy sniff *

But this one...this one is more up my alley. On one hand, it shows that where there is a will, there is a way. It also shows that every dream is attainable through hard work if you truly believe. But I suppose it makes you wonder what price must you pay for your most cherished dream to come true? Or am I just throwing my shadows over what's supposed to be nothing more than an adorable little short movie about making your own dreams come true?

I actually teared for the kiwi. They were tears of happiness because, in a way, Kiwi was able to fly. Sadly, I'll never know if Kiwi survived his first flight.

Paradise Is Very Nice

2008-05-30T18:46:54Z

Wow, I've been MIA for a while on here too. Hm.

Okay! Catch up time. Went to Mexico for a cruise and ate way too much. Damn the 24 hour buffets/room service/blah blah blah. Did nothing but eat all the crap that's bad for me. In happy and super weird news, I only had one glass of wine a day. I know. I'm just as surprised as you are.

Then I got sick from eating a street vendor taco (BUT IT WAS OOOH SOO GOOD!!), came back home, worked for two days and now I'm in the Aloha State. I haven't been back in over a year, but you know what? It's like I never left.

This is me attempting to tan my super white ass from the pool at home.
I just finished splashing around with 5 young Japanese moms and their 5 adorable babies.
Babies like to smile at me, show me all the teeth they have and wave at me.
They also make funny faces when they swallow the pool water.
Hm. 5 babies. In a pool. I think I'll get out now.
Also note how the color of my legs blend in with the sandstone flooring.
Nice.

:: What Bonnie's Done So Far In Honolulu ::

- pass out by 9 p.m. Hawaii time (midnight in LA)

- wake up at 4:30 a.m. Hawaii time (7:30 a.m. in LA)

- wake up when my MOM comes home at midnight

- watch waaaay too much Cartoon Network. I esp. <3 "Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends", "The Grim Adventures Of Billy And Mandy", "Johnny Test" and "Courage The Cowardly Dog". I'm uber mature.

- take my mommy out to eat. A lot.

- swim every day

- bake myself in the sun. Right now I resemble a Pokeball (you know. Like in Pokemon) because my back is red but my front side is still pale. What. The. Hell. I'm never falling asleep during peak baking hours in Honolulu E-V-A-R AGAIN!!!

- school my facial lady in Mandarin and/or Japanese if I remember what she's asking and then testing my super Korean skills that I've Frankensteined together from logging countless hours on crunchyroll or mysoju on her. Oh yeah. :D Who knew knowing Chinese and Japanese would be so handy when teaching myself Korean? Go figure.

- have a business opportunity fall into my lap. Well. More like into my cup. Whatever. Definitely something to think about and something I can see doing well enough where it's a nice little supplement to what I make right now as a nurse.

So I'm really happy I'm back. Oh. I've also somehow lost weight even though I'm eating more. NICE!!!

Thinking about this is something nice to consider. I've tried my hand at business before and did well. Now I have a chance to do something on a bigger scale, I don't have to put any money into it in terms of inventory, I don't have to DEAL with solid inventory AAAANNND I like what I'd be dealing with. Coffee. Yum.

Oh! Another plus? Good practice on a bigger business than motorcycle stuff before I do a nursing based one. :D

So yeah. Definitely something to think about. Omg, I'm so glad I came back. And to think the best part hasn't even happened yet...

And that's seeing one of my best friends in high school get married. Omg, I'm gonna cry. That reminds me. I need to buy waterproof mascara.

What The Hell Is Going On Today?

2008-05-12T05:41:03Z

Something is in the air today and I have no idea what it is. The reason I say that is because I don't usually have random men approach me and rap to me when I'm in my scrubs and I just got out of the hospital after a long 12.5 hour shift because I'm not a pretty sight.

My hair is rumpled from the hideous lovely masks I wear when I'm on the isolation side or when I need a barrier between my nose and whatever it is I'm smelling. My eyeliner has either come off completely because I've rubbed my eyelids throughout the day (my eyes are really irritated whenever I'm at work and only at work. I'd say I'm allergic to work but what I think it's actually the reverse air thingy that blows air out from my unit into stairway) or I've smudged the eyeliner around my eyes in an accidental smoky eye look. Totally unintentional. Usually the whole smoky-come-hither eyeliner thing is pretty hot but when I'm at work and it smudges, I actually end up achieving the Tired Panda look. So sexy am I.

Most people either cut a wide berth around me but today was like a day spent in the Twilight Zone. I went to the supermarket to pick up some toothpaste and milk. On my way in, I notice these two tall, gangly looking boys and boxes of candy beside them. Whatever. I was on the phone with my mom and telling her about Zetta Kareshi so they didn't bother me. However, totally different story on my way out. I had no cell phone to deflect conversation but usually the iPod buds in my ears usually deters people from engaging in random conversation with me....that is, except for HighSchoolBoy.

He blocks my exit and asks me if I'd like to buy candy for their school fund raiser. They're trying to buy new basketball uniforms. Anyone who knows me at work will know that I happily give money to anything involving school activities and children. I put my groceries down and ask them where they go to school. He said some school in San Bernadino.

Uh....what?

Sounds fishy but I remember something my dad told me a long time ago. He said that he never feels like he's being conned whenever people approach him for money if they have a good cause. His reasoning was that his intention for parting with his money is genuine because it reflects his desire to help those who are in need. He told me that what they do with that money is up to them and if they end up buying drugs/alcohol/whatever with it is between them and their God. What goes around comes around so may their God help them if they deceived him. I feel the same way.

I ended up giving them the few loose dollar bills I had in my money clip and declined their candy because I don't eat much of it anyway so it'd just go to waste. He thanks me and then says "You have the most beautiful eyes. That's what attracted me to you the moment I saw you walk in while you were on the phone".

Um. Okay. He must find exhausted pandas dead sexy.

He then asks me if I have children and if I do, he wished me a happy mother's day. I said I have no kids.

He then asks me if I have a husband. Like an idiot, I said no. At this point, I'm busy trying to figure out when and how did this become a Let's Pick Up Bonnie moment.

He asks me if I have a boyfriend so I totally lied and said "yes". He said that he hopes my man takes good care of me because a woman like me deserves it.

Okaaaaaay. It is beyond time to go.

As I'm walking away, he calls after me "Miss, I'd sure love to give you a hug right now. Would that be wrong of me and too much to ask"? I don't think I've ever walked away from high school boys so fast before in my life. Is it just me or are they getting ballsier and ballsier?

I decide to put some gas in my car. I no longer go to a particular gas station in my area because one of the attendants would always ask me out for dinner and comment that it is strange to see a young lady like me alone all the time. I felt like I had just sprouted a second head because apparently being single equals there is something wrong with me.

I go to the gas station close by my house. Usually the guys there don't say anything to me besides "How much would you like" and "Debit or credit"? Tonight, though, was not like all the other days, Tonight, the usually quiet man lingered over my transaction and starts asking me where I work, if I just got off work (I wanted to say "No. I just like dressing this way all the time. Makes me feel uber hawt like FIYAH!!!" but I decided not to. Mama taught me to be polite....and I am. Most of the time), where I live and if I have a boyfriend because he never sees me with a man whenever I stop by.

I honestly don't know what to say. Am I just especially appealing today in my rumpled, hospital issued scrubs? Are my Tired Panda eyes and bedraggled hair extra inviting tonight? What is it because I am beyond mystified.

Oh. You know what it is? I figured it out. It has to be the resistant acinetobactor from my patients on the isolation side. That's gotta be it. I mean, my patients, once exposed to this particular organism, can't seem to resist the onslaught of these particular germies so maybe these people can't either. Poor things. They didn't stand a chance.

Se7en

2008-05-04T01:53:45Z

So I decided I wanted to see Se7en at Highlands yesterday. Never mind that I don't know any of his songs. Never mind I have no clue what the dude looks like. I didn't care about any of that. Why? I just wanted to see him and Three Six Mafia.

Holy. Crap. I have never seen so many Asian people in one place before (besides the Motherlands) and I usually go to Asian parties. It was sheer madness. Genie made the very astute observation of calling it Disneyland because it was. Thankfully she figured out paulk and caffeineguy were going to so we all went in together. Seriously, if it weren't for them, we prolly wouldn't have gotten in for a long ass time because there were that many people.

Once inside, it was tons of fun. We ran around Highlands and I liked it a lot better this time. The music was good and the bartenders were friendly. Three Six Mafia did my favorite song ("Stay Fly") and then Se7en came on. He's actually pretty good. Not bad at all. I have video footage but I can't seem to figure out how to upload it onto my computer.

And then the 3 of us girls got separated from the boys so we decided to go hunt for a noraebang with food and more liquor. I think we hit up all the places in Ktown before we finally found the most ghetto-est one of all. But hell, it worked out because the food was KICK ASS and we were all very entertained. BabyBoy (he was only 22) made a valiant effort on all the songs, I found out Genie can rap, Shin2 has a really pretty singing voice...and the boys really didn't do much except attempt to dance. That was pretty funny. We split up into groups and were competing with each other. For some reason, the theme was songs from Disney cartoons. My partner and I had "Lion King", Shin2 and her partner had "Aladdin", Genie and her partner had "Beauty And The Beast".

I had a great time. I got to meet new friends, see old friends and did team Karaoke for the first time. I got home at 5:15. Crazy good times. :)

Shot At Love 2 :: My Ex-Boyfriend's Little Brother

2008-04-30T03:36:34Z

First it was Quinnie going into modeling...and now this.

My high school boyfriend's little brother is on Shot At Love 2. What. The. Hell. It was weird enough to see him plastered all over the walls as Kramer's Man Of The Year when I was still in high school (he was quite the cutie and still is) but now this? Talk about blast from the past...but now a more grown up version. Craziness.

This is Kyle Smigielski, the little brother of my high school boyfriend.
Omg. He's all grown up now.

Hm....something about him reminds me of my ex.
Oh. I know. Could it be it's because they're related?.
Wow. I am so smart. S-M-R-t.

How weird is it to see someone you saw grow up suddenly on TV? Hm. Actually, you'd think I'd be used to it since I see Quinnie's commercials but still. Quinnie's family and Kyle is someone I watched grow up from the quiet boy with the easy smile to * drumroll * Kramer's Man Of The Year...I think he won it a few years in a row. Or something. I forgot. I can't think back that far anymore. Ah yes. The sign of old age. Woooonderful. But you know what I do remember that I've never forgotten? Never once did I remember him ever lording the win over anyone. He remained the same down-to-earth boy with the easy smile who loved the beach and just happened to be recognized as one of Hawaii's hotties.

Adventures In Nursing :: A Day In My Shoes

2008-04-28T07:04:39Z

What I'm perceived to be when people see me and I tell them I'm a nurse.

No no no. Down, boy. Bad boy. Don't make me show you what I can do at work.

It's not pretty and I'm sure you won't enjoy it at all.

God, my feet hurt. I think it's time for new work shoes. I've been wearing the same pair of Dansko clogs for .... hm ... oh wow. It's been almost 3 years now. WHAT THE HELL?! Has it been that long?! Good God...where did all the time go? So yeah. Definitely time for new shoes, man. I noticed this problem because my shoes are scuffed to hell and back from kicking/running into apparently just about anything and everything. I'm a graceful butterfly. Oh yeah.

I'm thinking of investing in a good pair of walking shoes but here's the problem I face. Due to the nature of my work, where I work and what I do when I'm at work, I tend to look like I just emerged victorious from a very long, drawn out and bloody battle in which I massacred an entire village. It took me about 2 hours to do a dressing change today in the ICU because iMama and I painted the town red on my patient. We dug out every single stable from my patient and when we were done, I swear you can make a 6 pack of soda out of all the metal from the liberated staples.

Would it be weird if I said I actually like doing this? Sounds sick, I know....but I love it. I'm also really good at it. Hey, man. Practice makes perfect. Haa haa haa! It takes a special person who works where I do. I say "special" because "sick and demented" just doesn't sound nice at all. We're the ones who aren't grossed out by anything, like to peel sunburns, pop zits and find all things enGROSSing. :D

So now my patient has no more staples remaining. I know because I felt really carefully. I get paid to feel people up in a non skebe way. Btw, that means "perverted" in Japanese. That's Ham Sup to all you people who speak Cantonese. Sorry, I don't know how to say it in Mandarin which is really weird because that's my first language. I also don't know how to say it in Korean because ...well....I'm not Korean no matter how much people seem to think I am.

What was I saying? Oh yeah. So after I emerged victorious with iMama from the epic battle of a dressing change, the sleeves and front of my waterproof gown was more or less covered with blood. I looked like a butcher. Hm. Not a very good mental image of me but whatever. So. Given that work oftentimes requires me to be covered in bodily fluids, I am rather concerned about wearing anything but clogs. Must think about this some more.
One of our long time peoples finally left HomeBase. He's cool as hell and super funny...but I get the weirdest feeling like his brothers are hitting on us. I don't know if they're just really friendly but they both liked to either invade my personal space or tell me how pretty I am. I'm flattered.....but also a wee bit disturbed. One of them wants to practice his Mandarin with me. Um....no. And then he wants to work on learning Japanese too. Uh....no. Besides, my Japanese sucks now. And even if it didn't....yeah, no. They want photos of me and I didn't know what to say except "Ha ha, I gotta go".

What I've Learned So Far

2008-04-26T07:58:08Z

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:: Things I've Learned So Far This Year ::

- I'm addicted to pain because I love Pilates

- I'm also addicted to Texas Hold 'Em.

- I've learned to not think too much about anything and just letting things be without getting all "crazy Scorpio" as my beloved sister likes to call me

- I'm an insomniac

- I can't function in the morning even with coffee

- it is possible to become immune to coffee

- It is also possible to feel my heart skip beats when I have too much caffeine

- I can't do any drugs (thank God) because the active ingredient in Sudafed will get me high. I know. Shut up.

- I really really really like taking mini vacations by myself

- It's amazing how a game that is a lot like the old school Gang Warz can teach me about business and now to run one. I'm currently addicted to Mob Wars. Shut up.

- I apparently provide a lot of entertainment for my friends ( * ahem * , tryabreathmint) when I go out

- a bottle of wine doesn't do anything to me if I drink it in one sitting. Two bottles, however, results in a fuzzy memory

- I have way too much fun cooking at home

- I am useless when it comes to fixing things around the house which means I have to call up Tiana and get her brother to talk me through it even though they're hundreds of miles away from me

- I have mellowed out a lot from my early 20's

- It is possible for me to not only blush but I can apparently also turn beet red

- People have the weirdest habit of popping back into my life when I least expect it

I like my hair color like this.

When I was blonder.

- I have hair color A.D.D. because I keep changing it every month. However, my hair is starting to fry and I'd rather it not fall out, mmkaythxbye.

- I don't like being blonde. I prefer having dark hair.

- I have no shame in the karaoke joints when drinking

- I have finally accepted the fact that I daydream a lot.

- I've finally figured out that I ~~like~~ love myself.

- I still like shaking what my momma gave me when I go out.

- I also still like ghetto songs.

- I also like classical Japanese koto music in addition to classical music.

- I still can't dance like a raver even though I love trance.

:D

One Word Quiz

2008-04-18T05:23:53Z

Per successdriven

You can only type one word

1. Where is your cell phone? pocket
2. Your significant other? unmet
3. Your hair? awesome
4. Your mother? awesome
5. Your father? awesome
6. Your favorite thing? innumerable
7. Your dream last night? sexy
8. Your favorite drink? Tea
9. Your dream/goal? Achievable
10. The room you're in? Office
11. Your hobby? Wonderful
12. Your fear? Failure
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Free
14. Where were you last night? Out
15. What you're not? Disloyal
16. Muffins? Sometimes
17. One of your wish list items? Eternity
18. Where you grew up? Everywhere
19. The last thing you did? Cry
20. What are you wearing? Bikini
21. Your pets? None
22. Your TV? Off
23. Your computer? ClydeMacBook
24. Your life? Mine
25. Your mood? Indiscernible
26. Missing someone? Yes
27. Your car? BMW
28. Something you're not wearing? Clothes
29. Favorite store? Grocery
30. Your summer? Planned
31. Like someone? Perhaps
32. Your favorite color? Black
33. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday
34. Last time you cried? Tonight
35. Who will do this? Unsure

One Last Night Of Debauchery

2008-04-13T23:22:15Z

This is where we went last night.
Oh. Em. Gee.
Craziness.

So last night was PharmCat's last official night out as an unmarried woman. Good times. The night started off at Hollywood Men. I've come to the conclusion that women are freaking animals, man. You stick a hot, oiled up man on that stage, give him rip away clothing, let him strut his stuff, flex some muscles and gyrate for a few minutes in front of a bunch of women and they go completely nuts. When the boys got off stage to work the crowd (literally and figuratively), I ended up sitting on top of the table so that I wouldn't be crushed underneath the stampede of crazed women waving fistfuls of bills in various denominations. I'm not joking. These women were shoving me and my friends aside so that they could get a piece of the beef cake closest to us. Holy. Good. God.

This is HotWhiteBoy. My friends fell in love this one.
..yeah, not too hard to figure out why. Haa haa haa!

Not to say I didn't appreciate the eye candy because I totally did. There were two in particular. HotWhiteBoy (which is weird because I usually don't dig white boys) and HotCopDude. HotWhiteBoy was quite a sight to behold but HotCopDude....I swear, I turned so red when he was on that stage. When that cop shirt came off and he slooooooowly ripped off that white wife beater...wow. And then he looked at me when swiveling that chiseled body around....damn....and then he threw his shirt at me. A sea immediately formed from all the other women's hands in the crowd around me but that ripped shirt flew right towards me. I caught it out of reflex. Nice. My sister thinks I should go buy a lottery ticket now. Haa haa haa! Oh yeah. HotCopDude is the guy in the picture for his post. According to their site, his name is Marcus but I think I'm going to keep calling him HotCopDude. Haa haa haa!

This is HotCopDude. Good lord.

You know, I almost felt bad for those boys because they were literally like pieces of meat being paraded out in front of starving she-lions...which would make them lionesses if you really want to be grammatically correct. They were being man handled as they were man handling the women in the room, their butts were being grabbed by other females eager to get their hands on muscles while they were straddling another woman as they went diving for dollars. Poor things.

But the highlight of the night besides sticking dollars into PharmCat's shirt for the hot boys to get? Seeing an 86 year old grandma get a lap dance on stage by HotCowboyDude. Funny how a man can instantly look uber hawt with a cowboy hat on. Kind of how like men just look automatically better to me with a baseball cap on or when they wear a suit. I don't know why that is. Hm. Anyway, moving on. The kicker was when she happily assumed the doggy style position and grabbed his hand to spank her. Oh yes. Grandma got down and I was still sitting my ass in my own chair. Grandma's got bigger balls than I do and I'm not too proud to admit that. Haa haa haa!

And then I went to Highlands for the first time. That's right. I was like a virgin clubbing at Highlands for the very first time. I have to say it was very interesting. Mixed crowd and music from the late 90's to early 2000's. Not what I'm used to but whatever. The Hollywood Men went to party it up after they were done with work but strangely enough they weren't as good looking with their normal clothes on. How weird. One of them told one of the girls "Hey, I remember your friend" but I have no idea which one he was because I didn't recognize him in normal clothes. I noticed he had really prickly arms when I standing next to him while we were all chatting and it wasn't until I was driving home did I realize that he had to shave his arms to give the illusion of being hairless. Weeeiiirrrrrdddd.

There was this one chick that was a bachelorette that I really wanted to stomp on. She kept waving her gauze veil thing around and whipping that shit around like she was a Bollywood star or something. It kept hitting my face and my friends' faces. I swear, I wanted to rip that thing out of her hands and gag her with it. So fucking annoying...but all I could hear in my head was "DON'T LOSE YOUR LICENSE OVER SOMETHING SO STUPID!!" Aaarrgghh.... * sigh *

Overall, it was a nice change of scenery. It was also nice to meet new girl friends and to also hang out with my girls from work in normal clothes and not scrubs.

It was an awesome night. My feet totally hurt today but all in all, it was worth it to send PharmCat off into the Land Of The Married People.

What. The. Holy. Freak.

2008-04-06T09:11:33Z

You know there is something wrong when you have to kick a potentially underage female and a definitely way-over-the-age male out a bedroom that belongs to a boy that is less than the legal drinking age.

Seriously Prey on women your own age. Don't get bent out of shape when I call you a "friend" even though I don't remember what your name is or have your wingman talk to me because you're still gross.

I am happy that my bartending skills came in handy tonight. I never knew having a drink made too strong would be a problem since that was always the last thing I had a problem with. I think we are all getting old but I am still happy that my drinks not only were copied but that they were enjoyed immensely.

I have way too many thoughts going in my mind but I am going to take my girl's advice and not think about it too much...but I can't help it. I want to tell these 18 year old girls I run into a thing or two about the lifestyle they think want to lead. I want to tell them it's not what they think it is nor do they have any idea what it is they think they are getting themselves into. They have absolutely no clue and that is precisely what worries me. They think it is all gilt, glamour and glitter but they have no clue that it's really made up of smoke and mirrors.....and I don't think they want to know. I think they think it belongs in the category of "any publicity is good publicity" and "Any attention is good attention...you know. Like Paris Hilton". I don't think they realize that the World has moved on in ways they don't even understand.

I wish they could see what I see and know what I know but I suppose that is something they can only learn through experience which is too sad so sad because I think they could do learning a thing or three.

Flashback

2008-04-01T21:59:52Z

I have no idea what the hell triggered it...oh wait. I remember. It was listening to Jon B's "Someone To Love" that got me thinking about the days when I was really young and had absolutely no fear. Those were the days when I had my beloved car. Clyde #1.5 was a 1999 Honda Civic EX coupe in Silver. God, I loved that car. To this day, that is the only car that ever wore his plates. I still remember the plate numbers. GYG 989. What's funnier is that the car with the plates GYG 988 was ALSO a '99 Civic coupe in Silver. I think it was also an EX model.

I remembered how carefree I was driving around Honolulu in that car. I didn't give a fuck about anyone or anything. I went where I wanted and where I wanted. If people gave me dirty looks, they knew where to find me. All those nights of living in pool halls before I finally started working in one, all those nights Shoopy and I drove our cars down into the semi private beach and we'd comfort each other because the boys we were dating were being complete asses. I remember our drug of choice was li hing spiked tequila and we'd listen to the station I lovingly dubbed "The Suicide Station" because all those sappy love songs could more or less drive a person to complete an act of suicide if they were teetering on that razor edge. I was a special girl.

I remember clubbing like it was a full time job. How the hell I managed to go to school also is beyond me. Oh wait. That's right. I never really made it to class after the 2nd semester. Hm. How the hell did I make it to class those first 2 semesters is beyond me. I think they only reason I went to class was to hit up the pool hall on campus. I never really did anything productive. And the way I dressed! Omg...what the hell was I thinking... My pants were always baggy and barely hanging on to my hips, my shirts were always tight and microscopic. My hair was past my waist and stick straight. Heavy eye liner, really light lipgloss or super dark lipstick....oh lord. x) I looked like the kind of girls I now tell my brother to stay away from and not to date. Greeeaaaat.

Those were the days and nights of Studio B, tricked out pagers, pager codes and never ending nights. Listening to these songs reminds me of when I used to walk the UH campus and browsing through the selection of mixed CDs they had for sale in the quad. In a weird way, I miss those days but I am happy I am able to go back to revisit them via song.

All You Business Owners

2008-03-29T20:30:05Z

Hey guys. I have a question for you. How do you research markets, market growth and all that stuff without having to pay an arm and a leg for it? I want to research something in healthcare but so far all the market research reports I've pulled all have a lovely price tag on them that cost upwards of the $1000 mark.

Any and all help would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!!

Once Upon An Awakened Dream

2008-03-26T22:06:23Z

I hear your voice calling out to reach me
Then all is calm and clear
I feel no pain when you hold me
Pull me in and draw me near
I see your eyes of hazy blue
But oh so clear, sincere and true
I taste the air around you
And I feel brand new, new, new, new

This morning, I woke up at an ungodly hour of 8:00 to drive to the West Side. I had an overwhelming urge to see the sea. I drove through a fine haze of the silkiest gray fog and lost myself in its folds as I walked along the ribbon that bordered her rippling body. Brisk was the breeze flowing off of her that touched my face and upon my lips was the faintest taste of her salty perfume.

Come fill my senses up with you
You've turned the jaded into new
Come fill my senses up with you
Love would be senseless without you
Come fill my senses up with you
You, you, you, you, you, you

She was as gray as the sky above. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't distinguish the line that delineated where she ended and where he began. To my eye, it really looked like the two sentient bodies were merged seamlessly with the other. The sky had his serpentine coils of the fog that claimed the space above the undulating movements of the sea below. What brought a smile to my face was the sudden playing of this song as I watched this timeless dance unfold before me. So entranced was I by this courtship that I completely lost track of the hours that slipped past me unnoticed.

There was a time when love was blind
Love lost and all at sea
Love came in dreams and waves
Came and went away from me
All forsaken
All forlorn
All mistaken
Feel no scorn
And then you pulled me from the darkness
And I see things new, new, new, new

Two thoughts hunted and circled each other ceaselessly in my mind as I sat alone at my table and sipped upon my glass of perfectly chilled white wine. The first was how happy I am to finally be by the sea for I have missed her terribly. She always brings me peace no matter how temperamental or lucid she might be at the moment.

Come fill my senses up with you
You've turned the jaded into new
Come fill my senses up with you
Love would be senseless without you
Come fill my senses up with you
You, you, you, you, you, you

The second thought I had will have to remain a secret as it simply would not do to expose all the hidden thoughts I had while observing the union of sky and sea on this day when the sun was cloaked and the world was enveloped in the softest shades of stormy blue and gray.

Adventures In Nursing :: My Little Ones

2008-03-20T19:38:39Z

I can remember almost all the little ones I've cared for over the years I've been in HomeBase. You know what's funny? I noticed that all the baby girls I've carried would reach straight for the diamonds I wear in my hair or the diamond around my neck. The baby boys I carried around? They would go straight for my boobs and wind their chubby little fingers through my hair. Yup. No joke. I'm not kidding.

I remember the Mamacita, the spunky little girl who was there when I first started working and somehow managed to pimp me into making her Barbie a brand new dress, 2 purses, boots, make Barbie's hair pretty and accessories within 4 minutes flat. I had nothing to work with except strips ripped from the gowns, netting and stickers but DAMN, I made some masterpieces that day. Dude, whatever it took to get her to stop crying. She even managed to wrangle me into doing her hair. Yup. A little 6 year old girl pimped me that hard. She was quite the spunky little one.

I remember LittleMama. She was there for a while...and she was the bravest girl I've ever met. I remember how much she LOVED Dr.KimChi. She used to ask me to call him all the time because she wanted to see him so I hunted down his pager number from the old list of resident numbers, paged him, waited for him to call back and tell him that I know he's not on our service anymore but if he's on call, could he please just come up to visit her because she keeps asking about him and when he's going to come see her. He was such a good sport and he did come up to visit her more than once if I remember correctly. I remember there was a time when Mamacita and LittleMama were roommates and we would get DOWN in the physical therapy room. I made them little pareos out of the sheets and then I taught them how to dance hula and how to shake it like a Tahitian dancer. Freaking awesome. They were so cute.

I remember BabyGirl. She was so cute...she was just a baby but she never smiled. I remember walking up and down the halls with her all day because she would cry if I put her down, even if she was sleeping. I remember logging countless miles every day at work with her in my arms and singing the Chinese song my mom used to sing to me when I was little. That's how she used to fall asleep during our walks. I remember how she never smiled until the very last day she was in HomeBase. That was the day she got to go home. I was waiting for her mom to show up and I was taking my last walk with her. That day I was wearing my sparkling Dior lipgloss and I was singing to her again. She always looked at my lips when I sang but she did something different on that last day with me. She reached up to pat my lips and she smiled when the sun caught the sparkles from my lipgloss. That was the only day I ever saw BabyGirl smile.

I remember TheSiblings. Omg, they drove me crazy at one point but in the end, I couldn't bear to see them go. We would hold hands and skip down the halls because that was how I tricked them into doing physical therapy. I would then bribe them with playing on the computer but they had to walk properly in order to use it. I remember how they climbed on my lap and I thought my legs were going to break because I'm not used to having kids climb on me like I'm some kind of crazy Asian jungle gym.

I remember LittleMan. Omg, he was so cute!!! We all fell in love with him and we all called him our little boyfriend. He was the cutest little guy I've ever seen. I would tell his mom to go get something to eat from the cafeteria every day but I noticed she would never go because she didn't want to leave him so I happily volunteered to play with him. I would carry him around the entire time she was gone or I would be pulling him along in the little red wagon up and down the halls. After a while, even if he wasn't my patient for the day, she would come find me and ask me if I could watch him while she ran home to take a quick shower or grabbed a bite to eat. No problemo. I adored him and I know he is in good hands at home. She is a great mother.

I remember iPodGirl. Oh. My. God. This little sassy thing was bopping along to Pitbull, Gemini and NB Ridaz. When PattiCake and I were changing her linens, she stuck one of the earbuds into my ear and we grooved to a remake of some song that I can't remember now. I think she thought I was nuts because I started dancing right there at bedside to NB Ridaz's "Pretty Girl". I love that song. iPodGirl does too. Haa haa haa! I remember when she came back for a clinic visit. She gave me a big hug, chattered about how she was going shopping to buy new shoes and I made her promise me she was going to get me a pair of stiletto heels. She was like "DEAL!" right before she stuck her earbud into my ear again. I listened to some Latin hip hop. I understood absolutely nothing except "mami", "papi", "amore" and....yeah, I think that was it. Haa haa haa! She had to translate everything for me and then I was like "OMG, DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING TO STUFF LIKE THIS??!!"

But I will never never forget MeiMei. For all you people who don't speak Mandarin Chinese, that means "Little sister". She called me her Jie Jie ("Big Sister"). She would rarely cry when I had to change her dressings and she would always feel better with a big hug. Her first night there, she asked me if I would read her a bedtime story before she went to bed. It broke my heart to tell her I only work during the day but how about if I read her a story now? So we got her settled down in bed and I read her the story of how the Jester Lost His Jingle. We would play Chutes And Ladders and she beat me every time! I remember how she would cry because she thought she would be ugly from her wounds. I told her to look carefully at my face. She didn't understand what I was telling her to do. I told to look carefully and if she could see anything out of the ordinary with my face. She said no so I told her that when I was just a little older than her, I burned off my face too in an accident but now no one can tell unless I tell them. She felt better and told her mother that she wasn't going to be a Tso Ba Guai ("Ugly Monster") anymore because Jie Jie got better too.

Cinderella was in house for a little while when MeiMei was still there. I remember how proud I was of both of them when I saw MeiMei lead Cinderella by the hand to the hydro room. I knelt down to hear what they were saying to each other. Cinderella was scared but MeiMei told her "It'll be okay. I got used to it. It only hurts for a little bit but if Bonnie, my Jie Jie, cleans you up, it won't hurt at all! She never makes me cry and she'll even read you stories too!"

I didn't get to see MeiMei off because I had that day off. I remember she asked me where I live and I told her. She thought about it for a while and then said "So if I wanted to visit you, I'll have to take the freeway". My Mei Mei is so smart. I remember I made her wince the day I admitted her because I had to clean her wounds really well. I told her everything I was going to do before I did it so she wouldn't be afraid and she wasn't. After I finished, I asked her if it was really bad and she said "No. It just hurt a little bit" so I asked her if she would forgive me and if she would still be my friend. She looked up at me so solemnly and said "Yes, Jie Jie. I will still be your friend".

I miss all my little munchkins. They drove me up the wall sometimes but when I see them go, I'm sad because I will miss them but I am so happy because that means they are better. I hope I never see them again in HomeBase unless it's because they're visiting. Sometimes I wonder if the really little ones will remember me singing to them the same melody my mother sang to me when they sleep.

The Kind Of Pain I Like

2008-03-11T06:58:19Z

Oooh yeah. My FOBuliciousness is in full effect.

I decided that the best revenge is one in which I feel happy and (even better) I look fine.

So.

That means I've started to work out again. Granted, I can't go buck wild like I used to due to the back injury that still hasn't gone away but I work with what I got. And that means Pilates. Holy. Shit. Who knew pulleys and straps and padded benches can whoop my ass that bad? ...on second thought, what I just described sounds strangely like either some weird medieval torture device or the tools of what I joke around as my second trade. In case you guys don't know, I jokingly say that the skills I've picked up from my day job can earn me the title of "Mistress" should I decide to moonlight.

* ahem *

Moving on.

PARTY LIKE A * wannabe * ROCKSTAR!!!

I've been going to Pilates. I've been stomping on the treadmill again but above all, I've started to dance again. I had forgotten how that kept me in killer shape all those years. In a weird way, it's a good thing that there are things I will always do well. Muahahaha!

Me and Mr.475 aka Boy-I-Bought-In-A-Drunken-Haze-During-A-Charity-Auction
And now we're all friends.
Life is crazy like that.

Holy crap, I can feel muscles burning I had forgotten I had. My abs are on fire, my arms feel like jello and my legs feel like mush. Freaking AWESOME! I know the chances that I will have the body I had when I was competing is very very slim but dude. I'll be happy if I return to the body from 2 years ago....wait, that was close to what I had when I was competing. Hm. So it's do-able.

Freaking rock on.

...like in a karaoke room in Ktown.
Good friend(s) + Good music (caterwauling like fiends counts too) = Good times!

Retail Therapy

2008-03-09T21:41:40Z

So I decided I want to go shopping. This is the dress I want.

How hawt is this Miss Sixty dress??!
And to think I want it in this color and not black.
The only problem? I can't raise my arms wearing it.
Otherwise the bootay will be all "Peek-a-Boo"!

I want it I want it I want it!

I also go this shirt ::

How freaking awesome is this!
No, I didn't personalize it.
I don't know where I'm going for St. Paddy's day but I'm wearing this shirt that day!

Okay, that is all for now.

:)

Topsy Turvy

2008-03-07T06:11:09Z

When my world feels like it's crumbling all around me, I do what any self respecting girl will do.

I find a box of the darkest chocolates I can get my freakishly long fingered hands on and a bottle of champagne.

I light some candles, find something dark and sadistic to listen to or I'll opt for something that will be what lets the champagne bubbles take me for a ride up into the night sky.

Tonight, instead of dark and crazy, I think I will go for smooth and mellow. I don't need to be riled up anymore than I already am. I need to be soothed and be told a bunch of fairytales so that I might believe once more.