tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48972570552591346272024-03-05T00:01:55.509-06:00i am small. you are tall.thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-27009048902049217092015-01-01T20:43:00.003-06:002015-01-01T20:43:50.492-06:00I've been running isn't just an Embrace song: it's my life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been awhile since I've blogged. I could come up with some seemingly valid excuses to explain my absence, but the truth is that I've been avoiding it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember the first moment I realized I enjoyed writing. I was a sixth grader at Stovall Middle School. Mrs. Hale was my English teacher, and she encouraged me to write stories. She said that I was a very imaginative and thoughtful child, which probably was her kind way of saying that I was a manipulative liar. I'd like to think that she recognized my stealthy ability to eavesdrop on adults and create fantastical stories to impress my classmates. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Near the end of my last good year as a child (because life fucking sucks after you turn 12), the sixth grade held a writing contest. Mrs. Hale encouraged us to "write our story."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As an awkward and abnormally short Asian kid in a predominantly non-Asian school, I wasn't sure that I wanted to share my story with my dumb ass peers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My family immigrated to America in 1980 from Vietnam. Instead of moving to the area where all the Asian people lived in Houston, my grandfather decided that we should live where everyone else lived. And by everyone else, I mean, very mature-looking girls who wanted to murder me because they are fucking evil assholes. That's totally a hyperbolic statement. They weren't mature at all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, what I am trying to say is: I felt alone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To compensate, I wrote a lot--in journals covered in stickers and locked with a tiny key. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the sixth grade writing contest, I decided to write my mom's story. Mainly because she'd lived a much more interesting life that I had at the time, and because I truly believe that every mom deserves to have a story written about her at least once in her life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few days after I turned in my submission, Mrs. Hale asked me to stay after class to discuss my story. Maybe it was because she really wasn't well-versed in the subject of refugee camps and the Vietnam war, but my mom's story both shocked and impressed her. While we were talking, I just remember the look on her face. She was transported. Suddenly, I was transported. I had never felt that sort of elation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a long time, I carried that moment with me. I carried it all through my adolescence. I let it be the reason why I chose my career path. I let it push me until suddenly, it disappeared and became a distant memory that I no longer want to visit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish I had a better reason.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish I weren't always running away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-52578262084550845562013-04-16T08:37:00.002-05:002013-04-16T08:37:56.403-05:00Mum Says: Have a Baby! (What's New?)MUM: What happened to your friend?<br />
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ME: What friend?<br />
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MUM: The ones that got divorced?<br />
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ME: Oh, um, they got divorced?<br />
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MUM: Well, if she'd had a baby, her husband wouldn't have left her!<br />
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ME: That's crazy.<br />
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MUM: No crazy! Babies solve everything.thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-74737393835312728272013-04-16T08:29:00.000-05:002013-04-16T08:34:10.170-05:00My Current State of DistressI've learned a few lessons this past week.<br />
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Scratch that.<br />
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I've made a few mistakes this week that forced me to learn some hard lessons. <br />
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<b>Mistake #1:</b> Not backing up data. <br />
<b>Lesson Learned:</b> It can cost up to $2000 to recover lost data; therefore, triple back up your data. I am still crying tears of anger over this mistake.<br />
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<b>Mistake #2:</b> Not backing up data.<br />
<b>Lesson Learned:</b> This mistake is so costly, it needs to be listed twice. :) BACK UP YOUR DATA PEOPLE - especially if you are a photo whore like myself. <br />
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<b>Mistake #3:</b> Trusting people to do the right thing.<br />
<b>Lesson Learned:</b> People will rip you off! We had a garage sale this past weekend, and someone stole my stuffed, plushy unicorn. Wtf. The unicorn judges you.<br />
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Okay, so I didn't really make too many major mistakes this week - just the big fat one that's going to cost me a lot of Washingtons (BENJAMINS EVEN!), and I just wanted to blog about it and be all whiny and sad faced. <br />
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[Insert major sad face.]thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-66290843912596843542013-03-15T12:37:00.001-05:002013-03-15T12:37:48.438-05:00So IT Begins.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my good friends is pregnant.<br />
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She is having a human.<br />
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She is reproducing.<br />
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A tiny person is coming out of her.<br />
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This means...<br />
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It's the beginning for us all. <br />
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The beginning of the end.<br />
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Muahahaha! I feel so dramatic. thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-89510560736623213792013-01-31T00:30:00.000-06:002013-01-31T00:31:11.283-06:00That's Just Gross. Period. Literally.Dear Lady,<br />
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I don't know your name, but I do know that you use the first stall in the women's bathroom on the second floor of our office building.<br />
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I don't know why you do this, but I do know that it is disgusting.<br />
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Please flush.<br />
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It's just good manners.<br />
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Plus, I am sick of seeing your little surprises.<br />
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Every.<br />
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Single.<br />
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Day.<br />
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Please be courteous.<br />
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Otherwise, you're just a nasty bitch.<br />
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Thanks.<br />
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THE ENTIRE SECOND FLOOR <br />
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<br />thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-9048186623359551842013-01-16T02:02:00.001-06:002013-01-16T02:02:18.867-06:00WTFDo you ever feel like you have no idea what you are doing?<br />
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And that everyone else has their shit together?<br />
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What the hell am I doing? Argh. thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-67587644061832521202012-12-02T19:14:00.002-06:002012-12-06T12:02:08.477-06:00Winter Wish List<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1. <a href="http://us.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=1&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33060&storeId=13052&productId=7489874&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208681&parent_categoryId=208580&pageSize=200" target="_blank">Cat burglar sweater </a></div>
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2. <a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/198754" target="_blank">Studly wallet</a></div>
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3. <a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/321783" target="_blank">Stellaaaaa!</a></div>
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4. Crazy for this <a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/315136" target="_blank">Bottega Veneta bracelet</a></div>
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5. Love the zipper detail on this <a href="http://www.us.allsaints.com/women/tops/allsaints-block-zip-sweat/?colour=1610&category=115" target="_blank">All Saints sweater</a></div>
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6. <a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/313010" target="_blank">PS - Dream on</a></div>
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<br />thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-7401657048931352262012-11-18T03:04:00.000-06:002012-11-18T03:04:45.369-06:00Bonjour Ma Cherie!My husband's response makes me laugh every time.
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<br />thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-1720662309220834072012-10-22T12:58:00.001-05:002012-10-22T13:27:29.748-05:00Happy Birthday Mum!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few days late, but here it is anyway: Happy birthday mum! You're the egg in my cookies.<br />
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I went to Houston this past weekend to celebrate my mum's birthday. We did all the things she likes to do: eat, eat, eat, judge people, and watch TV. <br />
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One of her favorite pastimes is watching Chinese and Korean soap operas badly dubbed in Vietnamese. The past few times I've been home, I've watched them with her in the evenings before we go to bed.<br />
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This past weekend was no exception. <br />
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We watched a Korean soap opera. There were misunderstandings, love triangles, betrayals, resurrections, you know, classic trademarks of a good soap opera. Anyway, during one of the scenes, a heavily made up woman appears.<br />
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MUM: Those Korean women like to try to look good.<br />
ME: Is that any different than regular people?<br />
MUM: Yessss! Every time you see a Korean lady, she always trying to look good!*<br />
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I just laughed*. Moms can say the funniest things. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Unless it's a terribly overarching generalization that offends, then I totally frowned upon this conversation and did not laugh at all.</span>thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-24333144962092424322012-10-11T22:15:00.001-05:002012-10-12T10:59:04.705-05:00Watch on Repeat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-49246691594148278352012-10-05T10:49:00.000-05:002012-10-05T10:49:04.014-05:00Scarlet RedderI am wearing a big fat A today.<br />
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My dearest Android devices, I am cheating on you!<br />
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A few months ago, I smashed up my HTC Evo and was in the market for a new phone.<br />
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After a lot of hemming and hawing between the iPhone 5 and the Samsung Galaxy S3, I settled on the iPhone, even though I've been anti-iPhone for many years now. I won't get into my anti-iPhone antics today, but I will say that I felt very strongly about it. <br />
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My biggest concerns with the Galaxy S3 were the rumors about its antenna issues and its sheer size. Is bigger really not better? Can something really be too big? The S3 way too big. <br />
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Why couldn't they put something that sounds as good as ice cream sandwich into something more bite size? <br />
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I have a couple of weeks to test drive the iPhone. We'll see if this relationship lasts. <br />
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<br />thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-91528183911776839762012-10-01T07:28:00.001-05:002012-10-01T07:28:16.855-05:00Reasons to Go AWOL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-636234028596212242012-08-31T15:13:00.001-05:002012-08-31T15:15:36.487-05:00Steps to a Better Life<div style="text-align: center;">
Step 1: Buy a new pair of shoes.</div>
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Step 2: Buy another pair of shoes. </div>
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Step 3: Okay, why not make it three?</div>
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thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-55063657169250832902012-08-27T12:01:00.000-05:002012-08-27T12:13:30.101-05:00Beantown Blog<div style="text-align: center;">
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thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-38042174432938621662012-08-16T02:59:00.000-05:002012-08-16T05:13:51.780-05:00I Wish Upon a Star<div style="text-align: left;">
I wish I could freeze a moment in time so that I could live in it whenever I wanted. </div>
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Not just in photos, but in real life.</div>
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Which moment in your life would you choose to return to?</div>
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thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-47906857501081863142012-08-10T13:59:00.002-05:002012-08-11T21:11:03.490-05:00Long Armed WorldIf you're not short, you don't know the woes of having short arms. And you don't know what it's like shopping for long sleeved tops. It's long-armed world out there people. Seriously.<br />
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So, while I was in Vancouver, I stocked up on some closet staples from Aritzia. They carry small sizes that are truly tailored for, uh, small people. Even though their pants are still way too long for me, their shirts fit me pretty well.<br />
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I especially love oxford shirts. They're perfect with shorts, jeans, skirts, tights, pants, and well, everything. They're classic, cool, and absolutely timeless. It's been really hard for me to find oxford shirts that fit me well. Most oxford shirts have overly wide shoulders, excessively long sleeves, button gaps, and poofy belly syndrome. <br />
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Anyway, the ones from the Talula line fit great. As you can see, I seem pretty darn pleased with myself. :)<br />
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Oh, I mean Blue Valentine, not The Notebook, but who's to say that the Notebook can't happen? To me and every other steadfast romantic out there? Why are we all resigned to the destinies portrayed in Blue Valentine?<br />
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Anyway, we saw Celeste and Jesse recently, and it was almost wonderful.<br />
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It's a story about two BFFLs (that's Best Friend For Life) who just can't make it work, even though they obviously love each other and have a crazy special connection. If you can't make it work with your BFFL, who can you make it work with? <br />
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Obviously, life and obstacles ensue, and things just don't work out as planned.<br />
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I might be really naive here, but do relationships have to be so fraught with complications? Can't they be simple, if we want them to be?<br />
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Aren't we all just looking for our BFFL?<br />
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Why do we let them go when we find them?thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-49550457696328419332012-08-04T13:14:00.001-05:002012-08-04T13:15:32.163-05:00Be Proud!<div style="text-align: center;">
It's Saturday in Vancouver, which means there are lots of festivals to attend and fun to be had. I love this city. Have a great weekend every(one reader)!</div>
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Facebook has given many people carte blanche to post whatever the hell they want.<br />
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I respect everyone's right to an opinion. I just don't have to read it. So I unsubscribe.<br />
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This is a revelatory moment people. Let's keep it classy.<br />
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My Favorite Things to Read About </h3>
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So, to help improve the enjoyability of everyone's news feed, I've listed the top ten things I like to read about:<br />
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<li>Food (pretty much anything edible)</li>
<li>Travel (only cool places)</li>
<li>Movies (only the really good and really terrible ones)</li>
<li>Pets (only the cute ones)</li>
<li>MY current celeb obsession (can't disclose at this time) </li>
<li>Weird and beautiful photos (e.g., Ryan Gosling's dog wearing socks. OMG.)</li>
<li>Inappropriate jokes (e.g., "What's the difference between PB and jam?") </li>
<li>Celebratory news (e.g., "I'm NOT pregnant, woot!")</li>
<li>Crazy beautiful things for really cheap (e.g. "Hey, I can give you free things!")</li>
<li>Musical events (e.g., "Hey, I spotted Chris Martin at the W. Run fast!") </li>
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Did you just google #7? I hope you did.<br />
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YOU ARE WELCOME. It was my pleasure. <br />
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P.S. Oh, I forgot babies and kids. Or DID I? Bahahaha!thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-85169612173162146782012-07-30T12:25:00.002-05:002012-07-30T16:47:59.672-05:00Why Ask Y(SL)?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No explanation needed.</div>thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-14794153058939975642012-07-25T11:50:00.003-05:002012-07-25T12:04:52.251-05:00Skinny Jeans Are Stupid<div style="text-align: left;">
It's summer in Texas, which means that I don't have to wear pants for like five months. </div>
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Unfortunately, I made the mistake of trying to squeeze a pair on this morning.</div>
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#BFM</div>
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So, I did the only thing I knew how to do: I put on shorts. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exercise? Yeah right!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-28974694395212318592012-07-24T08:05:00.003-05:002012-07-24T09:36:13.368-05:00This Frozen Life<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer, summer time</td></tr>
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ME: Yeah, she made some bad choices.<br />
MUM: She have everything!<br />
ME: Uh huh.<br />
MUM: That why you remember: no go prison!<br />
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Uh, thanks mum. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't be a convict. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897257055259134627.post-91931045760808431822012-07-23T11:23:00.000-05:002012-07-23T11:56:00.615-05:00I Used to Read Tiger Beat MagazineDo you believe in horoscopes?<br />
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When I was growing up, I would religiously read the horoscopes in my Tiger Beat magazine.<br />
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Man, Chad Allen was so dreamy. I had the biggest crush on him.<br />
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[Sidetrack# Oh, hell. This is what he looks like <a href="http://greenobles.com/data_images/chad-allen/chad-allen-05.jpg" target="_blank">today</a>. Sorry, I refuse to deface my blog. You can click at your risk. Let this be a lesson: Looks fade! Got that kiddos??] <br />
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Anyway, back to horoscopes. The other day, I read my horoscope (from Marie Claire, I've totally grown up), and it said something like, "Clarity empowers change."<br />
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The cosmos are totally wise.<br />
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I've been going through some rough patches lately - mostly things that I can't quite clearly articulate yet. Or I can articulate, but I refuse to do so with spoken words. You know, the moment you say something, you can never reel those words back again.<br />
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I hate saying the wrong things.<br />
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I hate saying what I don't mean because I'm afraid of saying what I mean.<br />
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I hate having to say something when I'm not sure what I am trying to say. <br />
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I just hate saying stuff.<br />
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You must hate the rambling in this blog post.<br />
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To put it neatly, clarity is the key. If I can just push out all the crap that's cluttering my mind, I think I can sort through these times.<br />
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Next step: clarity.thaohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12364112536961368086noreply@blogger.com1