It's about time!

I've gotten a confirm from my boss today that I can leave for Thailand--we are talking about a month worth of joyous time here, baby!

I'm very excited. Time flies. It's been 3 years--whole three years that I've been feeling a little like craps on and off to abandon my parents and family members. Ideas of not being able to be there while the clock is ticking away kill me. You know, people are getting older and my parents are no exceptions. In the past couple of months, my aunt (dad's only sister) has been diagnosed with cancer. My aunt number 2 (mom's sister) has been diagnosed with breast cancer (hint goes to me, damn it!) Aunt number 3 (mom's sister again) has learnt that she needs a surgery to fix her bone somewhere in the lower back. Aunt number 4 (mom's sister again and again) also has the same problem with aunt number 4. My cousin (aunt number 5's son) has been diagnosed with cancer as well. And they all live outside BKK. Since my mom has retired in January this year and my sister has been back there from the US, my parents house is a motel for out-of-towners and my sister and mom have acted as the transporters/ visitors to the hospitals.

That sounds like a lot of missings to me. I could have been there and should have been. When people get older, you just never know. Time goes by and heck, I am here listening to what I hear over the phone, feeling very useless. My family is very tight-knitted. We are all close. I was actually raised by my mom's side of family until I was about 3 years old. When I was in school, I spent every summer there in Hadyai with lots of aunts for 3 months each year--and had been doing so until I went away for college.

So here now, I will be buying a round-trip ticket to Thailand hoping to be there towards the end of August.

Oh again

It never fells me. Every year in the months of May, June and December, I have always put myself in the situation of wasting money for craps that I don't even "need."

Limited Brands (Victoria's Secrets, Bath and Body Works just to name a few) have their semi-annual sale around this time of the year. They carry the "goodies" that women want, well, need. No I wouldn't die if I don't have their lovely Pink sweats, but it will end up making me feel that I would have, should have and could have......you name the reasons for missing bargain deals that you'd love to have.I love Victoria's Secrets perfume, undies and Pink sweats. I love every single items Bath and Body Works carry. This year, I would love to try some of those extensive selections of Vic Secrets bath gel. Oh! and who does love their cute boy shorts. See, I've started a new saving account a while back and every time I get paid, I put most of my earnings in the bank so that I won't touch it. Do I need to go to the store today just to see what they have? Oh it's juts a peek? I won't even gonna buy anything. I will just be looking. Jeez........

Oh Yeah

Some people loves attention. The more you give it, more you satisfy their needs. Though I always believe, negative or positive attentions, it doesn't matter. Attention is attention whether it's a bad one or good one.

See, I've come across this news (well, not really news) about Paris Hilton probation violation thing and I think, now, here is more attention. Some men I know say that the reason, "well, you girls hate Paris because she is rich and beautiful." Yeah, rich, maybe. But beautiful, heck no. I wouldn't define that as beautiful, really. Anyway, so I've came across a column written by Leonard Pitt, JR in Detroit Free Press (FYI: my fav newspaper) about her. The first paragraph sounds pretty good to me. It goes: "Are you heartbroken that Paris Hilton has been sentenced to jail? Me neither. I take it as welcome evidence that occasionally karma gets it right and the universe slaps those most in need of slapping. Rarely has comeuppance been more desperately deserved." And it goes: "Not just because she is a famous-for-nothing socialite, nor just because she is an empty vessel inexplicably adored by people for whom vacuousness is apparently synonymous with worth."

The last paragraph reads like this: "Consequences may arrive late, but they almost always arrive. Something for Hilton to consider as she spends 45 days wearing an orange jumpsuit and taking group showers in a little place I like to call reality. It couldn't happen to a more deserving person."

Family tree

It is getting old.

I've been hearing this in the past few years about how women should embrace their body, think Dove commercial. How we should embrace our wrinkles, skin, body, smiles...lists go on. This sounds cool and empower me for a few months, but heck, when I hear this over and over, I start to get tired of it. Soon, it turns out to be annoying, well, at least somewhat.

I love myself...I love myself very very much, though, there is one BIG part of me that I struggle to love--my legs. You know legs are parts, well, big parts of my body that are pretty hard to ignore. I feel that if I put both of my legs alone on a scale, they would weigh more than third of my body weight--and I mean, really. I inherit my legs (their shape and size, especially) from a side of my family (though I'm a little reluctant to point a finger towards one way or another, lol.) My legs remind me that there is no way in hell I was adopted. I'm definitely a product of this family, and that an evidence shows.

It is so damn hard to find a perfect pair of pants that fit me properly with the width and the length, especially "the length." Thank to this "issue" I face everyday. I am reminded everyday to think about my family and how I am a big part of the cult.

Berries

I love berries.

Strawberry, Blackberry, Blueberry and Raspberry--I love them all. But I am a bias person. I can't love them all equally. There has gotta be the one, the only one I like most (just like men, lol) and that comes down to Raspberries. I'm so in love with them. It's like talking about 'the one.' Raspberries are great inside out--they are a good tasting fruit as well as good looking. Look at them, they are so cute!

Now, I don't know why I'm blogging about fruits and how cool it looks. I must be desperate. Anyway, yesterday was my first day I've notice the spelling of Raspberry. For all you cool, best spelling bees (and pronoucing bees if any) people, I didn't notice there is an P between S and B in the whole word of Ras-P-berry. Maybe when natives pronouce Raspberry, they go, "ras-pher-ber-ry." There must be an upper lip hitting lower lip somewhere to include P in the word. As of me, as far as I know, it has always been pronouced, "ras-ber-ry" with no P. Surprise!!!!

Love the MV

Tattoo--Do you love it?

I do.

Just recently, I have a debate (actually, multiple ones) about why people get a tattoo (or make it plurals.) A co-worker expresses that he never understands why some people (including me) think tattoos are cool. He thinks they are inappropriate (well, he actually uses the word, "gross" and "disgusting" lol.) and sees nothing close to become an art. Another co-worker said tattoos are an absolute "uncool" and look definitely horrible, especially on girls/ women. The worst location to have a tattoo goes to where it is visible, say, neck, arms, feet, etc, according to them.

As a proud tattoo owner, I really disagree with the comment. But since I'm a monitority in the room full of tattoo haters, I shall listen. I say, using a phrase like, "tattoos are cool" makes tattoo owners feel less professional and/ or lack of passion for an art on skin. Tattoo is permanet as we all know it and as of me, it took me over 5 years to actually walk myself up to a tattoo place to get one done. Ever since, I'm a proud owner--love every minute of having it on me. Though I don't really walk around and tell people I have one until they ask. Not because I'm ashame to admit I have one, not because I'm afraid to be judged. But my main reason to get a tattoo is to please myself and I'm damn sure pleased for a little over 6 years now. I believe tattoo is a form of art and if it makes its owner feel good about it, then it's "cool." Though, if some dumb kids getting a tattoo while being drunk or just because they look at having one is a fashion, then, I feel bad for you.

A process of obtaining a tattoo is pretty painful to me--it's by far the worst of self-injuries. This is exactly why I still have not gotten a second done. Call me a wuss, but man! I still remember every minute of my moment years ago.

Just when I thought I was a bad driver.

Just when I thank God I'm not driving in Bangkok, some incidents like this happens:

1. Some slow dumbasses are driving on a fast lane.
2. Some idiots with "no" driving skills are on the phone. Again, no skills.
3. Some bastards think they build the road out of their pockets.
4. Some that can't keep up with highway speeds, but love to be on one. There is something we call, local roads.
5. They are just......................................

Can never complain enough about bad drivers--they are all over the place, all ages and genders. But the type that never fails to throw me off is those dumbs who just cut right in front of you then decides to immediately slow down. This daydreaming has come to my mind a lot where I wish I was driving a hummer and just smash right up their ass!!

The King

So I've voted for the King of Thailand today.

There is a comment section on Time website for voters to express why they've picked who. I thought for a second and that I did not leave a comment--my reasons are in my head, my feelings. I really can't express them through words. Man....this makes me wonder, how the hell did I graduate from a journalism school, hahaha.

Similar to other Thais I think. We have got so much to say, but don't really know where to begin. The King has been influent our country for so long and he offers extremely positive and warm reinforcement through his actions to the country and how people view himself as a whole. It is so funny though because the Time website has mentioned about how he is not so much known outside Thailand, but really, does it really matter?

I think when you act as a positive role model and mentor to people in your own home, you do not need to be known world wide. Like I've always believed, it is bigger for a person who being a rock for his or her own family BEFORE stepping outside trying to be one for others. He is the one who makes me strong believes in monarchy when it is ran a proper way--just like the way he has been doing in the past decades. Especially when I look at other problems world wide. We believe we are very blessed.

It spells "RESPONSIBILITY"

Love the Rottweiler. Besides cuteness as a young pup and muscular cool-looking adult, I love their attitude--love the family, royal, territorial, aggressive, intimidating and sporty. As a person who rent an apartment, I can't picture myself with a Rottweiler just yet--not now. I really can't see this dog in a one-bedroom and since my apartment complex tanents seem to have these little midget lap dogs running everywhere, I still don't see any compatability in this neighborhood.

I've done some serious research on this breed for quite a while now since, well, I want one bad. But for sure, I am not ready yet to have a large dog around. Again, the reason behind it is "space." Growing up, I've never really like small dogs--those cute/ canine wannabes. They are extremely annoying. My ideal dog has to be a dog, not a doll. A friend I can play with, wrestle with and a friend who can guard me. Love the Rottweiler!