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Name: Whei
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Francisco
Gender: Female
Interests: Looking for my Batman. Protecting endangered species.
Expertise: drawing with my eyes closed. (you WANT me on your team for cranium.) falling asleep and staying asleep.
Occupation: Engineering
Industry: Engineering
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Member Since:
7/14/2002
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| I'm Home.
Some things never change, even after 5+ years of being in California, or even after 16 years since our family moved to this house. I wish I hadn't forgotten my camera so I could take evidence.
- The fridge and freezer are over-filled and over-stocked, even though there are only 3 people living in the house instead of 6.
- We have old tennis balls covering the corners of the computer desk, even though we have no young children in danger of hitting their heads in the house.
- There's an abundant supply of lychee jellies, even though we have no young children, but I suppose even as adults we love this stuff!
- My mom still has artwork from when I was in 4th grade on the walls.
- I still don't know how to operate the HDTV w/ the DVD and the Wii.
- My bed still has a ton of stuffed animals on it. Giant Kerokerokeroppi included.
- I still get into fights with my parents which result in yelling, crying, pouting, and eye-rolling. (no picture of that possible) But now we do it over shots of cognac instead of tea. (I could've taken a picture of that)
- My mom still cooks way too much food, but it's so good!
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| Why Women are Bitches #34893028
We don't want to admit that we've lost things. It was taken from us.
And it's always personal.
Even losing a deal or bargain feels like such a personal loss to us, as if we were taken advantage of. Women love to bargain, and often times it's just for the SAKE of bargaining. We don't LOSE the bargain - that freaking 3rd world country poor farmer woman STOLE and CHEATED us out of our 30 cents for a handmade woolen hat! No, we did not lose the bargain - we were robbed! A whole 30 cents!!
And regardless of whether we get the bargain or not, what does the old woman who handknit that hat and sold it to us say?
"Bitch!"
A woman we met from Australia in Bolivia over breakfast at the hostel was asking if we had seen a cell phone in the lobby. She said she lost a cell phone upon arriving in the hostel, and thinks she left it in the lobby during check-in or breakfast. Unfortunately none of us saw a cell phone, but we assured her we'd keep an eye out. 10 mins later, she's yelling at the Bolivian ladies at the front desk claiming her cell phone was stolen from her room, and it must have been the cleaning ladies. True, it could easily have happened, and I'm sure things get stolen from hostels ALL the time (I have been a victim of that myself), but just moments ago she admitted she lost or misplaced it. Not only that, she really was making such a fuss about it to the women with limited english. You don't go from admitting that YOU lost or misplaced your personal item to accusing someone of having stolen it.
What did we say as we left the hostel to enjoy La Paz?
"Bitch!"
Just to give you an image of what a bitch looks like, I'll describe the aforementioned woman as large and ugly. BUT, bitches come in all sizes, colors, and grades of attractiveness. Some may even argue that the higher grade of attractiveness, the higher the bitchy level.
How to avoid this common bitchy behavior? If you have nothing to lose, then nothing can be taken from you, and there is no reason to bitch about it.
So, in conclusion, I had nothing, lost nothing, and had nothing taken. I love the simple life.
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| I Put the NEW in New Zealand!
There are a few things that make me exude happiness from the inside, and New Zealand has quite a number of them: mountains, trees, oceans, rocks, and clouds. I swear, the clouds are more beautiful here. I love New Zealand; I imagine that it must be significantly better than just "Zealand," wherever that is, for it to have been named the NEW Zealand.
New is NOT always better (i.e. old stuff like snail mail, Volkswagen Corrados, and Sean Connery still rock the sh*t), but being the typical insatiable humans we are, we don't know that until we try it. Then we can decide whether we want to go back to the old stuff, or have both the old and the new, like Sean Connery and Brad Pitt at the same time.... haha, just kidding.
Not that I needed to go to NEW Zealand to try new things - I was never a person who needed an "excuse" to do something I want to do. But it definitely puts a positive association with my trip to New Zealand. This is how you train dogs. Obey command --> treat --> good. Disobey --> NO! --> no treat --> bad.
New Zealand --> new things --> fun --> good.
I haven't done a list in awhile, and I have enough new things to list, so here goes!
(1) Not a single relative or person commented on how dark I am.
This is breaking news. First of all, it's just a miracle b/c I happen to be very dark at the moment (literal chinese word for 'tan' or 'dark skinned' is black - yes that's what they call me). Secondly, it's winter in NZ so everyone else is pasty white... except for California me! Thirdly, they're all Taiwanese, meaning their standard of beauty for a woman is having light skin.
People have no idea how frustrating it is to be criticized for being tan, b/c following our train of associations: dark/tan --> ugly (or not beautiful + white) --> bad. Last year at Esther's wedding, I wore a gorgeous silk brown Vera Wang grecian goddess gown. I read a poem at her ceremony. I like to think I read it beautifully, and looked it too. During the reception, someone came up to me and said I looked naked b/c my skin is so dark it's the same color as my dress. YEAH, THANKS WOMAN!
My xanga profile pic is from that wedding. Was I really that dark? Do I really look naked? Well guess you can't see my dress that well in the picture.... anyways...
Look at all the women in this picture. I am the darkest. It's not even that bad, right?
So, in conclusion: New Zealand --> no comment about my darkness --> relatives are simply happy to see and spend time with me --> I'm not so ugly after all --> good.
(2) Bungee jumping at Taupo!
Fear of heights - almost nixed from climbing. Fear of direct exposure at high speeds - nixed w/ cycling. So what's next? BUNGEE JUMPING!! It was exhilarating, empowering, exciting, and any other positive descriptive word beginning with e. Drug associations come to mind, and you know what, it was probably pretty darn close. I wouldn't know, and frankly with things like bungee jumping, why would I need to know.
Milliseconds after feeling I was about to piss in my skinny jeans, I jumped without hesitation and wanted to scream, "FREEDOM!!!" Braveheart style, but I realized that would make no sense. Not like I'm jumping to escape anything - I am tethered to the platform. The thought that my scream sounds ugly also crossed my mind.
Unfortunately I don't have pictures (yet) but when I get them, I will post. There is also a video, which upon initial viewing looks impressive b/c I seem absolutely fearless jumping off, and almost elegant in my relaxed form... until I bounce back up and for the moments frozen in time when I'm suspended before falling again. At that moment of silent suspension, you see me flailing and waving my arms like a bird who has lost all its feathers and trying to fly. It's very sad. It was a primal instinct.
This is where I jumped off from. 47m.
New Zealand --> bungee jumping --> MAJOR COJONES (not literally, but figuratively... somehow BOOBIES or BREASTS just don't have the same effect/meaning as BALLS) --> base jumping or sky diving will be next --> very good.
(3) I didn't fight with my Mom once.
Not a single time in SIX days. I think that's a new record. In celebration, I will post a picture of a super cute lamb sucking my finger. B/c looking at this picture will evoke warm fuzzies, also associated with daughters getting along with their mothers. If it doesn't, you're just really evil.
New Zealand --> no fights with Mom --> cute lamb sucking on my finger --> warm fuzzies --> very very good.
P.S. I still think lamb is delicious, esp New Zealand lamb. They are divinely delicious AND charmingly cute. Vegetarians, what more could a lamb ask for???
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| Why Women are Bitches #248.
This entry can also be called, "Why I have no female friends." It is because women are bitches. Myself included. Frankly, I don't know how men put up with us. They must really love having sex with us.
So why are women bitches?
We love to have the last word. We must comment and opine on everything. We must make our thoughts known, even if it's completely unnecessary, overly critical, pointless, and for lack of a better word, bitchy. This entry itself is a prime example.
Being an engineer with mostly male friends, sometimes I forget about this bitchiness in women, and frankly, my bitchiness doesn't emerge much amongst my male friends. They don't bring it out of me like women do. It's like how womens' menstrual cycles are tied together - our bitchiness is tied together. How convenient. The more the bitchier. It's natural; everyone knows bitches (female dogs) don't get along, but put a male and female dog together, and they can play happily. Bitchiness is in nature, just like homosexuality - a natural truth many do not want to accept.
Like every other woman, I enjoy a shopping day here and there, but I forgot what it was like shopping with women other than my sister. I often (1) shop online, (2) shop alone, or (3) shop with my mother or sister. Those are the only 3 scenarios in which I shop. Sunday was an anomaly, I guess since I was driving 2 of my closest girl friends (M and C) back from camping, and since we are traveling together in September to Peru, figured we might make a shopping spree together for the trip. Boy, I learned I need to spend more time with them before we travel together.
All women are self conscious of their weight. The fat ones and the skinny ones. The athletes and the couch potatoes. We all care. Don't deny it. Even though I tell myself I'm pretty satisfied with how I look b/c I'm happy with my lifestyle, I sure wish I was thinner. Haha. So upon seeing a purple silk dress that I liked but totally didn't need (even giving myself the excuse I could use a dress for the wedding this weekend), I was dismayed they didn't have my size. They had one size smaller, or two sizes larger. I have a few dresses in the smaller size, so I figured I might give it a shot.
M retorts, "Don't split it!" I laughed, and said, "I know, if it doesn't fit, then I won't get it, that's all. I need to save money, anyway."
I couldn't zip the last 1.5 inches. Since the dress was $69, and I'm a cheapo, I didn't want to try too hard and I didn't see it as a huge loss since it wasn't that cheap anyway. I brought it out, with M waiting eagerly to see me come out with it, and I said, "I couldn't zip it all the way up."
She scoffed, "Ha, I knew it, I could've told you that!"
My reaction in my head was, "Damn, what a fucking bitch." Women LOVE made snide comments. What was the point of that last statement? I already acknowledged it wasn't exactly my size, but I do own clothing in that size, so it wasn't extraordinary or completely delusional to try it on. And being a woman myself, her bitchiness almost spurred me to retort with a comment on her size and weight. I held back though, b/c M has diabetes and it would just downright be wrong. I mean, that would make me not only a bitch, but an evil bitch. M is known to be bitchy and moody, but I wasn't going bring that up on a freaking shopping trip. Just not worth my time. The shopping AND the bitching.
I thought hard about what a guy would say, and honestly a guy would've said nothing. Or a guy wouldn't have gone shopping at all, and no one would be there to accompany me and make snide comments about my dress size. How simple. The beauty of men. I love them. Women are such bitches.
*sigh* And I have 2 weeks of traveling with M + C. Good luck to me. Look out for entries called, "Why I Travel Alone or with my Male Friends #439208" in the future....
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| The Freedom of Choice.
I like to learn things the hard way - no, let me rephrase - I always end up learning the hard way. Maybe that is the only way I learn. The last few years have been full of hard lessons, and in the end, I ultimately realize how much I treasure my freedom to choose. Even the tough times were a result of a choice I made, and I can accept that. The joyful times were also a result of my decisions and choices, which makes them sweeter and more satisfying. In many cases, I feel the freedom to choose is more important to me than the actual choice I made.
This is what I chose; what I wanted. That thought itself is what keeps me going and loving my life - b/c it's the life that I have chosen 100%. I will never give up that freedom.
I chose to eat 3 fattening Oreo cookies today. They were delicious. Life is good.
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