E Deconstructed

Cant. Stop. Watchin...

2010-11-23T15:39:00.000-08:00

"Has everyone here got a shovel?"

"Yes"

"Then why am I takin' mine for then?"

And hilarity ensues...

Reading the Rules

2010-11-14T23:44:00.000-08:00

Because I had nothing else better to post. Enjoy!

Veteran's Day

2010-11-10T23:19:00.000-08:00

Remember what this day is really about, not just an excuse to not go to school or a work holiday! Thank a veteran or current military for their sacrifice.

Sending all my love tonight to my Marine and his whole battalion somewhere over the Pacific.

Semper Fi!

KISS A MILITARY MEMBER OR A VETERAN!!! BUT FIND YOUR OWN! ;)

11/10 and 11/11: Today and Tomorrow I am thankful for the people who gave their life in service to this country and for the freedoms that they have earned for us all that we often take forgranted. Freedoms like the right to practice your own religion, freedom to live without fear of persecution for what you believe in, and freedom of speech.

And I sincerely pray for the souls of people like Fred Phelps (godhatesfags.com) whose actions are an insult to the very people who fight for their right to spew hate and evil in this world.

Month of Thanks...one day at a time

2010-11-08T00:16:00.000-08:00

A few of my friends on Facebook started posting daily thanksgivings for the month of November. I thought it was a good idea so I started to do it too.

Today, I found it so hard to find one thing I was thankful for. Which is really saying something because I just went thru the driving day from the hell not too long ago. (More on that on a different post). Today I've just been frustrated and angry and I've been on the verge of tears more than once. I'm annoyed at everyone and everything and NO before you ask, I am NOT on the rag. Sometimes life just catches up with you and you're incapable of handling it all at once.

So I posted a random thanksgiving that wasn't really random nor was it really a thanksgiving...just to have something to say. I then proceeded to get all my books out and study for an upcoming test.

A few hours later, I hear my door open and in comes my dog. I looked at him all annoyed as he started to come near me to give me kisses...he got the picture and backed away and I ignored him as he settled down into his favorite spot by my bed. An hour after that, I just about had it with reading and studying and rereading and studying and still not knowing what the hell I'm doing. I shoved my chair back and dropped my books on the floor.

I guess I woke Rex up. In the middle of a pretty good frown and sulk and mental diatribe about how stupid I am and what a loser I turned out to be etc etc etc, I happen to glance over at him. He was staring right at me with a big doofy grin on his face and his tail wagging like there's no tomorrow.

"HI!! *wag wag wag* Are you done?? Can we play?? Will you rub my belly??? *wag* I've missed you!! *wag wag* Oh, you're not done yet?? That's ok, Ill just wait for you riiiight here! *lick*" Even now as I write this, he is curled up in an impossibly small ball at my feet ready to wake up at a moment's notice, just to tell me he loves me.

And just like that, I have something to be thankful for.

11/08/2010: Today I am thankful for Rex and his waggly tail. Because he loves me even when I don't love myself. And he reminds me that no matter what is going on in my life...there's always something to wag your tail about.

Hello?

2010-11-06T22:58:00.000-07:00

Anyone still here?

It's been so long since I've posted here that it took me 8 tries to remember my password. Clearly, Im out of practice but I'll try my best to deliver the 1/2 decent material you've all come to expect from me.

This post however, will not be one of my masterpieces. I thought I'd take the time to update you on what I've been up to. What has kept my attentions away from you blog readers (or at least the 4 of you that decided to stick around in case I wasn't dead and came back).

Are you ready?

SCHOOL

Went back to school full time. Which really, doesn't make much of a difference as far as my daily life is concerned. It just means I have less time to sleep and spend a heckuvalot more on gas than I usually do. What am I going to school for? My graduate degree in blood, bugs, and body fluids. [Read: Medical Lab Sciences]. Im literally elbow deep in the stuff daily. Which I figure for a good thing since Ill have even more nicely grotesque daily caveats to impart on you poor people than before. Like that one time the girl spilled a whole vial of blood on me and I became a walking biohazard. Or the one time I volunteered to have someone practice drawing blood on me and ended up with an arm bruise the size of Wisconsin for a week. hahaha...ahhh, good times.

DOG

He doesn't really take up much time...I just wanted to introduce you all to Sexy Rexy (Rex for short)...since he will be filling in on some posts once in a while. You know...when I'm too lazy to write stuff myself. It's ok...he's even cuter and funnier than I am. You'll love him!

BOYFRIEND

Again, he doesn't take up much time either. Mostly because he's deployed and I don't really get to talk to him as often as I like. I figured since Scope over at Scope-tech already introduced you all to his abs and pecs, I should probably introduce you to the rest of him. Now, since I have very limited contact with him at least for the next 2 months or so, I haven't really asked him if I can out him on my blog. So I'm just gonna refer to him as "the blue-eyed boy".

That's all.

I guess I should say something witty now and figure out a good way to exit.

Ok.

Bye.

Darn! And NEW feel good video

2010-01-24T21:02:00.000-08:00

So the Seahawks bit butt this season... and neither my Cardinals nor my Vikings made it to the Superbowl. This officially ends my football season. Although if anyone is having a Superbowl party around my area, let me know and Ill bring dip! ;)

Some random thoughts I've been waiting to blog about but didn't have enough material to fill the page with:

-My new feel good video...again from OKGO (because they are super awesome).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJKythlXAIY

-No matter how cute you are, or how trendy you think your workout gear is...wearing a fanny pack to the gym is neither cute nor trendy.

-I fantasize sometimes about getting rid of my facebook, blogger, youtube, etc...and just living out the rest of my days as a fabulous bum in San Fran. But I think people would just wonder if I was dead in a ditch somewhere even more so than they do now.

-My FedEx guy looks like Brett Favre. No, not 1990s Brett Favre with the mullet and preteen "no I don't need to shave everyday" baby face. The rugged and oh so fantabulously hawt silver haired Brett of today... except more rugged and muscled (if you can believe that...he plays league rugby apparently). I told him so a couple weeks ago and he couldn't stop laughing. Dave, if you're reading this... quit laughing at me!

-It's easier to eat healthy and diet if you don't know how to bake. Conversely...since I know how to bake and make fabulous candies and desserts, I've gotten fat again. More on this later.

-I've recently been obsessed with Marching Band videos and such (see Feel good video reference up top). And before you guys ask, yes I was a band geek from 9yrs old all the way to high school, up to and including three years in Marching Band. Oh yes, I rocked out and jammed on my flute and piccolo!

-My 10 year high school reunion is this year. One of my best friends (who graduated at the same time as I did) asked if I was gonna go. Hmmm...lemme think...I didn't like any of those people while I was IN high school. Do I really wanna go back and find out that after 10 years, I STILL don't like any of them? Nah...

-This happens at least once a day:

Random person: "are you Vietnamese?"

Me: "Nope...not even a little bit..."

Random person: "are you sure?"

Me: "uhhhhh....yeah. I'm filipino"

Random person: "Well, I thought you were Viet because you're so pretty"

...well shiet. Now I don't know if I'm insulted that they think I'm too stupid to know my own ethnicity, or be flattered that they think I'm pretty, or be insulted again that they think I have to be Viet to be pretty. Oh, the dilemma!

-The random naked people I encounter at my gym's locker room are NEVER the hot and gorgeous babes I wouldn't mind looking at. Nay, they are always the out of shape slightly skanky women that sit their nekkid behinds right next to you on the bench and wanna chat about where you got your duffel bag from. Interestingly enough, these are also the women who wear skin tight shorts and just a sports bra and sweating all over your favorite treadmill right before you hop on.

-At a certain age...women should stop wearing g-string and thong type undies. Case in point, the 67 year old grandma bending over in front of me to pick up her keys at the Safeway baking goods aisle.

Cooking With E!

2010-01-19T21:17:00.001-08:00

E is here!

2010-01-17T21:58:00.001-08:00

But she is slightly busy with watching the NFL Playoffs...

Rest assured, she will be back soon with more nonsense posts and makeup vids.

In the meantime, I hope you all are having a wonderful time and writing wonderful posts for all your wonderful readers.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-12-28T22:29:00.000-08:00

I WON!!!!!

I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON!

*DEEP BREATH*

I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON!

*DANCING A LITTLE JIG AND SQUEALING LIKE A PIG*

*POOR NMOS IS ON THE PHONE WITH ME RIGHT NOW GETTING HIS EARDRUMS BLOWN OUT*

EEEEEEKKKKKK

EEEEEEEKKKKKKKK

EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK

I WON!

Please cross your fingers and toes!

2009-12-26T20:05:00.000-08:00

Im breaking my holiday sabbatical for this very important announcement.

On my first year playing fantasy football, I managed to finagle my way up the ranks and sit comfortably at #2 seed for my league. I haven't said anything because I didn't want to jinx myself. Last week was first of two rounds of playoffs and I won.

Tomorrow we go for the gusto and play for league championship. Me and Moboobies.

(I'm not shitting you...his team name is "MOBOOBIES")

I'm asking you all to cross all fingers, toes, and eyes for me. And if you believe in such things, maybe a little kneel down to Jesus would help too. I need all the help I can get.

His quarterback is Aaron Rodgers. Need I say more?

Wish me luck people!

And I hope everyone is doing well and having a blast! Keep on smilin y'all!

---As requested...my lineup tomorrow:

QB: E. Manning (Giants)

RBs: M. Barber (Cowboys), K. Moreno (Broncos)

WRs: C. Ochocinco (Bengals), J. Knox (Bears), S. Rice (Vikings)

TE: T. Gonzalez (Falcons)

K: N. Kaeding (Chargers...already played)

DST: Cardinals (I also have the Giants on reserve...but the Cards' are playing the Rams and the Giants are playing the Panthers soooo...)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

2009-12-24T22:45:00.001-08:00

Moments of Idiocy

2009-12-06T03:26:00.001-08:00

(Caveat: this post was written on 10/24/2009)

Today's moment of idiocy is brought to you by Lego and is inspired by Some Guy's Blog.

...

I hate Legos!

I know I'm gonna get a lot of flack about that because apparently Lego blocks are the equivalent to gold bricks and fairy dust to some people.

To me though, not so much.

Don't get me wrong, I used to love love love playing with those colorful little plastic bricks. And the day I graduated from the ginormous fist-sized, rounded corners, baby proof blocks to the littler, more deadly to the bare foot versions was one of my happiest memories.

When I was 8, I used to stack a bunch of those single bricks on top of each other and pretended to smoke it like a cigarette.

(my dad smoked and I thought it was cool to copy)

(don't hate though, other than that bad example...and of course cursing like a sailor, he is a top notch parent! ;) )

Where was I?

Oh yeah...

It became a favorite play activity of mine to go out for "smoke breaks" with my dad. Him with his Marlboros and I with my own little pack of yellow and white (of course) Lego ciggies in my pink Hello Kitty purse.

One day, as I was clogging my lungs with fake smoke, one of the loose ones on top came off and I accidentally swallowed it on a particularly vigorous suck.

(that's what she said...)

Have you ever had a square, sharp edged Lego brick go down your throat? Not so great feeling, I can attest to that. Now, I'm pretty sure that I've passed that brick some time during the 19 years since...but for all I know, I've still got a slightly chewed up yellow brick floating around me somewhere.

This was a public service announcement... Smoking is bad for your health. And your digestive tract.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2009-11-26T10:56:00.001-08:00

Covering Tattoos

2009-11-16T23:15:00.000-08:00

Ain't no rest for the wicked...

2009-11-07T19:36:00.000-08:00

Why was it a really really bad idea to be a criminal in Queen Anne (Seattle) this Friday? There was a very large memorial and parade held for the slain police officer in Queen Anne's Key Arena early Friday afternoon. They closed down streets, blocked off roads. They estimated about 1500 people to show up including police officers from all over the country (and Canada). In case you can't see the above pictures, it was all blue and white and sirens for a 4 block stretch on one side of the street. And on the other was a 4 block stretch of "unmarked, undercover" Chevy Subarbans. There was even this one classic police car from the 50's that I wanted to snap a pic of, but seeing as I was driving at the time, taking pics with my cellphone, AND there was about 15 cops in dress black surrounding the aforementioned car, I felt it wise to refrain from any illegal activity.

In somewhat the same thread...I've really been digging this song from Caged Elephant. I think it brings out the badass in me!

Blast from the Past...

2009-11-01T23:47:00.000-08:00

My mother had me help her reorganize all our photo albums a while back. She showed me this photo that I had forgotten about and whilst reminiscing upon good memories from Disneyland, I came upon one shocking realization.

No...not that Belle looks like she's been drugged or that the guy behind us has the unfortunate circumstance of picking that shirt to go to an amusement park in...

This was me at 14.

That's right... FOURTEEN. And before you say it UB, let me say it for you..."my poor poor dad, must be why he kept the shotgun loaded in the hall closet till I turned 21".

Not much has changed. I feel like calling up dead ancestors (and of course my mother) and thanking them for the good genes. Just goes to show what good Filipino food and lots and lots of milk can do. LOTS.

I'll be sure to send them the plastic surgery and chiropractic bills too...

I had a dream...

2009-11-01T01:07:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the video quality guys...I'm trying out a new webcam and I tried to edit it using the included software and the quality was even worse. I'll keep messing with the settings and see if it's a viable way to record my vids from now on, otherwise I'll just go back to the good ole' digicam.

However, I was too lazy to rerecord this topic so bear with me? It's about a dream I had and was wondering if you awesome people could help me analyze it. Or you can watch it, realize how freaking psycho I must be to be having such random dreams and then promptly unfollow me...

Either way, watch the vid??

Thanks!

(Inspired by: Sawdust and Cowpies)

PART 1

PART 2

On Today's Episode of "WTF were they thinking?"...

2009-10-22T10:00:00.000-07:00

"What better way to honor Breast Cancer Awareness month than to show off the pink and boob? Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just gouge out my eyes with this rusty spoon."

On a less disturbing note...but strangely enough also about boobs and the color pink *shudder*...please visit Scope's blog! He's got an inspired and clever and oh so wonderful (if I do say so myself) charity event going on for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

That would be THIS month for those of you who didn't know.

Read the rules, consider entering...and remember, it's for a good cause!

And if your perky lady muffins (or your lady's perky lady muffins) brings a smile to some lonely guy out there, then that's just a BONUS!

Sort of a shout-out...

2009-10-15T13:24:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Unbearable Banishment who clued me into an unexpected shout-out in one of our bloggy-buddy's post.

Check it out here at Sid's Verbal Diarrhoea.

Those of you who know me will know why I found this sooo funny, I just had to put up a post about it.

(I mean really know me...)

(in the carnal sense...)

(no I'm kidding...)

(really tho, those of you who know me...)

5 cool points to the first person to comment back what I found so hilarious!

With only yourself for company...

2009-10-11T16:13:00.000-07:00

It isn't that I despise being alone.

In fact, I am perfectly content to sit in my room or on my deck or out in the yard with a book in hand and tunes at the ready and wile away the day without ever laying eyes on another soul for hours upon hours. In college, there was many a day when I'd drag myself out onto the quad and plant myself under a tree or stake out my favorite spot at the library or off to a cafe somewhere to study all by my lonesome

It isn't that I despise being alone.

However, when I'm out and about and not running errands, I usually prefer to be accompanied by another soul. I suppose because it's the normal thing to want to be with someone else. Isn't it the "normal" thing to lunch with a friend, or see the sights with a buddy? Shouldn't you want to spend your free time lazing away the day with someone else to talk to?

It isn't that I despise being alone.

Call it an experiment in security or a mediocre rebellion against societial norms if you will (or maybe I just wanted to be left the hell alone)... Finding myself with 4 hours of time on my hands a few days ago and needing to be in the city for one thing or another, I fought my automatic urge to call up some friends to see if they could meet up for lunch or a quick person to person hello. I bravely set out to spend the day with someone I've been wanting to reconnect with for a long time now...

Myself.

Is it really being alone if you're enjoying your own company?

First step...first step...baby steps, E.

I had lunch by myself. I have never had lunch out by myself (other than the quick lunch breaks from work...). Pagliacci's Pizza on Queen Anne. I picked a spot next to the wide windows that faced the street, and awkwardly spent 45 minutes filling my belly and watching the world pass me by. More than once I wanted to turn to the companion that normally I would have to remark upon something I saw. Instead I had to discuss it with myself in my head. "Oh look E! That beemer across the street is getting a parking ticket!" It turns out, I'm a great conversation with a very witty sense of humor. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Next step...

I pop in my headphones and walk the 3 blocks to the Seattle Center. I've never been to the Center by myself before. It was always with friends or family and as I walked past one of the many entrances, I felt slightly lonely and intimidated.

Soldiering on...

I can tell you the exact moment intimidation left me and was replaced by wonder. As I walk under the overhang that lead to the main Center I was greeted with the sight of an old man, sitting on a bench just inside the entrance underneath a copse of maple trees... they were red and gold and bathed with an indian summer light. I've been to the Center many many times before. Used this entrance many times again... And I've never noticed that copse of maple trees. Normally I would be chatting with my friends or planning the day with family. Too busy planning to tour the forest...and I would never have seen the trees.

Were they always there and I just never noticed?

Walking along the kiddy pool that is emptied in preparation for the upcoming weather, I see my first sight of the space needle. It's alone just like me, and perfectly content to be so. I find myself asking...well, myself...what to see first, where to go next.

You know what self? Just keep the tall white tower in sight and you can go wherever you want to.

I caught sight of the fountain...the fountain that I always try to touch every time I'm there. Saying hello to childhood and daring fate to catch me with a spray. Not today...no one to watch my purse in case I get drenched. I settle for posting myself on the empty ledge, warmed by the sun at my back and just sitting for awhile to read. Sophie's World...A Novel about the History of Philosophy (less pretentious than it sounds).

Nobody telling me to move on. No forced conversation to fill the time. No time limit or agenda to see the next thing. Did you come all the way to the Seattle Center to just sit down and read? Why yes...Yes, I did.

The wind shifts and I feel the spray of the water misting me across the face. I set my book down and glance up. The empty fountain had filled up with kids and parents running around. With my eyes, I follow a small boy with his dad running up to try and beat the spray and touch the metal half-globe. My eyes wander upward to see if he will make it, and instead see a rainbow. Dancing and straining to manifest under the force of the water. Isn't this "contentment"? To be able to sit still and wait...not for someone to tell you what to do next or to force yourself to suggest the next sight to avoid boredom for the other person. Just to sit still and wait...for a rainbow to appear.

It's not horrible being alone.

I leave the fountain to the children and continue on... I come up to the carnival area. Also closed down for the season. Is it too melancholy to say I can hear the echoes of carnival music still ringing in the air? The horses and cars and coasters are alone too. Sitting still and waiting for the next time...just like me.

Something snaps me out of my mood and I glance towards my right and see my old friends...pan flute and mountain music from the Andes. Quichua Machis...still repelling the Alien Death. I sit across from them, tuck my knees under my chin and just listen. I listen until they announce (just for me...no one else was there, too busy with a purpose...just me) that they will break for lunch and be back in 30 minutes.

Are you bored sitting here and listening E? Would you like to move on to something else? Would you like to discuss the cultural impact and ramifications of Peruvian music and politics to fill the void? No, thanks...I want to just to sit here and feel.

I leave when they leave and eventually find myself on the path towards the street. I look behind me...the tower is still there...I won't be lost.

I keep walking...not really paying attention until I hear the crunch of gravel and sand under my feet. Gravel and Sand? I snap back to attention and find myself in a little Japanese garden...off the beaten path so to speak. Completely out of the way of all the "things you really come to the center to see". Did anyone else know it was here? Has it always been here? Deja-vu of the copse of Maples.

I work my way out by following a path and come upon The Tubes. That's what I call them anyway. I drive past this statue at least twice a week. Twice a week for the past year and a half and I've never stopped to get a closer look. Always wanted to be close enough to touch them.

Walk underneath them to look up and out and all around.

Never got a chance to before...because it was out of the way. I was too busy and in a hurry. And I never wanted to ask my usual company if I can just sit underneath and look up. It's just a bunch of plastic tubes anyway. Maybe I was embarassed. Maybe I figured they had better things to do than indulge in a little kid-like wonder.

No matter, you have only to please yourself today.

I've seen the EMP more than many times. Have you ever wondered how those tiles look up close? How they feel when you touch them? Where exactly does the monorail go when it dissapears amidst its curves and corners? Of course I have. Have you ever found out? Today I will!

As my time alone wound down and I found myself walking back to my car with Priestess in my ears and a lightness in my step, I took one look back before passing the gates. It is very rare that I find such contentment anywhere, let alone by myself. It isn't so bad...in fact it was surprisingly pleasurable to sit back and just contemplate on life rather than having to actively live it for once. I understand now... Pleasure and happiness can be found anywhere. You don't have to find it in other people if you learn to grown it under your own feet. Contentment does not have to come from friends, family, or other acquaintances. Take a trip, plan your own day, schedule your agenda (or not) and rely not from the presence of others, but with only yourself for company.

E's Top Ten (Volume 1)

2009-10-06T18:58:00.001-07:00

Top Ten Funniest Song Names

1) Always Wear Sunscreen --Baz Luhrmann

2) Flushed From the Bathroom of Your Heart --Johnny Cash

3) You Stuck My Heart in an Old Tin Can and Shot it Off A Log --unknown

4) Air on a G string --J.S. Bach

5) You're the Hangnail in My Life --Hoyt Axton

6) Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer --Elmo Shropshire

7) Dropkick me Jesus (Through the Goalposts of Life) --Bobby Bare

8) Honkytonk Badunkadunk --Trace Atkins

9) Dracula from Houston --Butthole Surfers <--also wins as the coolest band name EVER!

10) I Fell in a Pile of You (And Got Love All Over Me) --unknown

WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEE!

2009-10-05T20:56:00.000-07:00

I'm 4-0! I mean GOSH, I'm like the New York Giants of my league! (and yes Unbearable Banishment, I likened myself to that particular team for you...). Keep in mind that 5 out of my 14 players are injured including both my Quarterbacks and both starting RunningBacks. PLUS, my starting Tight End and my only Kicker are both on their bye weeks!

Yessiree...I think I'm just damn lucky. DAMN LUCKY!!! I should really consider going down to Vegas or buying me a scratch ticket.

Ok, everyone...let's all do a mini jig in celebration! Turn up the volume and dance with me!

Update on the Q and A...

2009-10-04T00:24:00.000-07:00

Hey guys! I received a request to do a video for my YouTube subscribers about the Q and A post I did a few days ago. The people who follow my blog and also subscribe to my channel also sent in a couple more questions that I also answer on the video. I'm not gonna post the video here but you can visit my YouTube Channel if you want to take a look at it.

Here's a list of the questions (the new ones are highlighted):

What's your real first name?

Are you single?

Are you in the military?

What did you mean about having a weird body shape?

What are your measurements?

Do you have any kids?

Where in California do you live?

Can I join your fantasy football league?

Do you go to school?

I heard about flooding and stuff in the Philippines and I hope your family is ok!

In what year will we discover that Michael Jackson and Elvis are really alive and living together in Bombay while making cockleshell dolls together?

What is your accent?

Your brothers don't look anything like you...are they Chinese or Mexican?

"your f-in hot, wanna meet up?"

How can you be scared of heights and yet have pictures of people standing below you in [lighthouse] steps?

Also, thanks to all the concern for me after my last post (To all the broken hearts tonight...). I really appreciate it all and I feel all super warm and fuzzy that you guys really care for me and all that. But, I actually posted that for a friend of mine who was having a blue-mood night last night. I know he reads this blog so I thought I'd write up something for him to show that I understand what he is going thru and to send my thoughts his way.

That's all folks! My next post will be better, I promise...I'm already working on it.

In the meantime, I hope you guys are having a great night.

To all the broken hearts tonight...

2009-10-02T23:43:00.000-07:00

"the moment you tell me you're in love... the moment you tell me wedding bells are gonna ring... that's the moment I tell hope goodbye and my broken heart hello"

Remember, everything happens for a reason. Fate has a way of giving us people in our lives to love us, hurt us, support us and leave us. So that eventually we learn to love and respect and trust ourselves first. Sometimes good things fall apart so that better things may come together.

Lots of Love,
E

Time for another Q and A...

2009-09-30T01:29:00.001-07:00

I did a video a while back answering the questions that people ask me thru this blog or my YouTube Channel. I had been collecting new questions since then and was going to do another video but decided against it since I'm still a bit squeamish when it comes to the makeup thing and I don't want to appear in another video without my face on. Maybe next week Ill start on the Halloween stuff again but for right now, my face is kinda liking being able to breathe.

Anyway, here we go... your questions answered:

1) What's your real first name?

My real first name is really hard to pronounce if you don't hear it first (it's Norwegian) and so for the longest time I have just gone by my first initial which is E. My cousins call me E. My friends call me E. So for all intents and purposes, my first name is E.

2) Are you single?

Yes I am, but I'm not looking. My last relationship was really serious...or at least it was serious to me and it didn't work out...so I'm kind of hinky about pursuing something again.

3) Are you in the military?

HAHAHAHAHAH Nooo! (shakes my head adamantly) I would probably get kicked out of boot camp my first week for whining! This question came from my 20Qs video , but the shirt I was wearing and the dogtags I pulled from my desk were both given to me by a friend who is in the Navy.

3) What did you mean about having a weird body shape?

Again, a question from my 20Qs video...where I said something like my body shape is hard to dress or something. What I meant was I have a very unproportionate/unproportional body. Parts of me are larger than you would expect on somebody as short and little as I am. For the most part on videos all you can see is my shoulders, head, and neck and most people assume I'm your standard skinny little asian girl. Trust me, I'm not.

4) Do you have any kids?

Nope.

5) Where in California do you live?

I don't recall ever saying that I lived in California! In fact I'm pretty sure I've mentioned several times that I live in Seattle. Perhaps the asker of that question was confused by me mentioning that both my brother and best friend and multiple cousins and family members reside in Cali. I wish I did live there tho! It's getting downright cold and nasty here in the Pacific Northwest!

6) Can I join your fantasy football league?

Yeah I'd love for you to join my league except you're about 4 weeks late...so let me know before next season starts and I'll send you the info if you're still interested. P.S. I'm undeafeated so far 3-0. Awesome.

7) What is your accent?

Uhm I didn't think I had an accent so...you tell me! I was born in the Philippines and then moved to the United States when I was 9. But before that, I went to a Catholic School were 2 out of every 5 nun-teachers were British. I don't think I have a Filipino accent but maybe I do, I don't know. Maybe a West Coast/Pacific Northwest Accent mixed with a Filipino twang and infused with a slight British-nun flavor for good measure? LOL!

8) Your brothers don't look anything like you...are they Chinese or Mexican?

Ok...at first I was like "wow, really?" at the person who asked this. But then I thought about it, and it's true we could all be adopted and be different ethnicities. Here's the deal, the premier bro-han and I are both 3/4 Filipino and 1/4 Chinese. The reason he looks so much darker and Chinese-ier than I do is because he lives in California where he actually sees the sun. (and probably because I try my best to stay out of the sun as much as possible...no reason to look old and wrinkly before I'm actually old and wrinkly eh?) The youngest bro-han is our half brother who is 3/4 Filipino, 1/4 Spanish. We look the most alike because we both live in Seattle and are pale from lack of tanning oportunities. None of us really look like each other until we smile...in which case we all have our mother's smile and in most cases her dimple as well!

9) "your f-in hot, wanna meet up?"

NO.

10) How can you be scared of heights and yet have pictures of people standing below you in [lighthouse] steps?

This was a question from my vacation videos. Those pics were not from my camera, they were from my brother's. He took the pictures and I stole them from him. The closest I came to either the Astoria Observation Tower and the Yaquina Bay Lighthouse was about 50 yards from the entrance! :)

Ok all, keep those questions coming. I think Scope over yonder at Scope-Tech is doing the same thing for his 300th post so go snoop around and ask him stuff too!

You look Gorgeous dahling...absolutely gorgeous!

2009-09-26T00:23:00.000-07:00

Every woman...and I do mean EVERY WOMAN, regardless of what they look like, have bad days. Days when they feel the ugliest, shapeless, lumpy, bumpy excuse for a female that ever did trod the earth. And it isn't just that we feel that way towards the men who may have the sorry experience of laying eyes on us... We feel that way towards everyone. Men, Women, little Children...but most of all towards ourselves.

Raging hottie, ugly duckling, studious nerd...whatever you are. I can guarantee you, your day will come.

This particular day just happens to be such for a friend of mine. She called me up worried because she had just recently started dating a guy and was afraid that the "next step" was close. She obsessed to me over a 24 minute conversation every one of her insecurities from having a double chin when she looks down to her dress size to each tiny stretch mark and even to the fact that her "feet are a lot colder than the rest of her body".

The funny thing about it is, I'm pretty sure I have had the same conversation with a lot of friends with each of us switching roles between the doubt dispeller and the insecuree. To her I gave the secret that all women strive to embrace (however hard it may be sometimes to believe it yourself). And to you, my lovely readers I share the same secret.

This was sent to me a looong time ago and I honestly can't even remember who sent it to me and from where. All I can tell you is that I did not write this (though I wish I had the confidence and the intelligence to come up with this myself).

I hope this helps you guys out as much as it has helped me.

[Warning: adult language]

"Let go of your hang-ups! I know it's easier said than done, but fake it til' you make it, baby. Secondly, if you choose your partners wisely, you should never have any reason to feel insecure about your body. There is someone to appreciate every unique flavor in the world. Sure, some guys won’t like your body, but other guys wouldn’t like it if you looked like a Playmate. There are so many men out there that finding one who worships you and all your curves or lack thereof should not be a problem. And when you’re naked with a guy who has a rock-hard boner and can’t get enough of you, you’ll have no reason to feel insecure. If you think you’re hot, I guarantee men will too Besides, guys don’t give a shit. They’re just happy to have a naked girl in bed. Life is too short to waste time not getting laid."

Twitter

2009-09-24T00:43:00.000-07:00

So I guess I'm on Twitter now.

BLAH!

You don't have to follow me if you don't want to but if you do, you can find me here:

mutnugget

...

Really, I only signed up because I wanted to follow people (and yes J.J and Dr. Zibbs...since I had your email addy's, I found you!) and I couldn't do it without an account myself. If you have a twitter, send me your link and Ill promptly follow k?

Don't expect me to update that thing all the time tho.

Stupid peer pressure!

Uhm...Thanks! I think...

2009-09-21T21:37:00.000-07:00

Just got home from the gym...

About a mile and some odd into my 2 mile run, the guy who was on the treadmill behind mine came up next to me and motioned for me to take my headphones off. So, I did.

He says: "Just wanted to thank you for the motivation"...and walks off towards the free weights.

Initial reaction? *smile* *blush*

Now Im thinking...maybe he was thanking me for giving him the motivation to keep on running cuz the sight of my unsightly jiggly bum running in front of him scared him to oblivion...

...

NAH!

Right in front of the gym...don't worry, I was stopped. Not about to risk my life to get a lousy sunset pic for my blog! ;) -->

WHO's YO MAMA!!!!!!?????

2009-09-20T20:48:00.000-07:00

That would be ME betches!!!

Fact: My QB Hasselbeck gets injured just before half time, out the rest of the game

Fact: Half my starting dst is injured going into the game

Fact: One of my WRs gets me one lousy point for an average of one lousy point in two weeks

Fact: RB Barber gets injured in the 3rd Quarter

FACT: I STILL eke out a win in my fantasy matchup!

GOD I love football!!!!!

That would give me a 2-0 record (which is better than the Seahawks unfortunately).

Take that you lousy stinky mean drooly little boys! *PLLLLLLPPPPTTTTT*

No Silly! I didn't forget...

2009-09-20T01:00:00.000-07:00

Yes folks, the Halloween Tutorial Series is still goin on...I haven't forgotten the requests, I've just been a bit sidelined.

If you must know (and really I know you don't care and barely even noticed...I would just like to vent) I was getting ready to do a Football Fan face paint look for the Halloween Series and bought a bunch of grease paint and face painting supplies at a local costume shop. I was playing around with them last week trying to figure out how to draw a Seahawks logo on myself (backwards in front of a mirror...).

Looking back on it now, I SHOULD have read the directions first. And I SHOULD have performed an allergy test on my arm. And I SHOULD have known better than to slather foreign goop on my face when even expensive ass lotions and creams and facials make me break out in a rash.

...do you see yet where I'm going with this?

No?

Well.... I broke out in a rash. A big, nasty, red, itchy, flaky rash. All over my face. STUPID grease paint!!!! Luckily I still had the cream the dermatologist prescribed for me the last time I broke out in a rash...

So I've just been chillin, went a whole 6 days with no makeup on just to give my face time to breathe and recover. As soon as I'm able to look at my makeup cabinet without the feeling of fear striking my tender heart, I'll resume with the Halloween stuff.

For football news...I'm not looking forward to tomorrow's games. Half my starting defense team (NY Giants) is injured...at least they were when I changed my lineup a couple days ago. Plus one of my wide receivers has an injured hamstring. Lovely.

Hope everyone is doing well! I'm gonna go stalk all your blogs now and leave my nasty little bits all over your pages...

And by nasty little bits I mean "comments". DUH!

Fantasy Football [Week 1]

2009-09-14T22:35:00.000-07:00

Soo...

I know a couple of you (at least) is waiting to hear whether I experienced massive failure or ultimate victory after the first week of Fantasy Football.

The results???

I KILLED my matchup! KILLED KILLED KILLED!!!

101 to 87 to be precise.

PLUS, I'm ranked 4th in the league now.

Not horrendous for my first showing eh? ;)

God, I love football!

HAWT!

2009-09-11T23:18:00.001-07:00

Is it just me or is he way way WAY hotter now that he's getting old and gray?

Maybe it's the accent...

Halloween Video #1: Egyptian Queen

2009-09-10T02:29:00.000-07:00

Ok, so QUEEN maybe overstating it... How about Egyptian Slave Maiden? LOL.

Anyway, the masses have spoken and this is the first video in the Halloween Series 2009. We are starting off with a bang!

This video is an hour's worth of work condensed down into 6 minutes! Yeah...I kinda feel gipped of glory and martyrdom but what can ya do? How about you guys just leave me wonderful comments telling me how impressed you are? hahaha.

If you do decide to try this look, it should only realistically take 30 minutes or less. It takes longer when you have to do it on camera, plus I'm including the time it took to straighten and style my hair (I didn't wanna go out and buy a wig). Also, I list down what I used just so you guys have a reference. You do not have to use exactly what I did, use what you have!

Hope you guys like watching!

EGYPTIAN QUEEN

Focus: Eyes and Accesories (wig, dress, jewelry)

Makeup Used (in order of appearance):

-Clinique Perfectly Real Foundation in #14
-Coastal Scents Pigment in Opan Tan
-Rimmel Soft Eye Kohl in Stormy Gray
-Almay Liquid Liner in Black Pearl
-Coastal Scents Pigment in Black
-Almay Pencil Liner in Black Pearl
-Coastal Scents Pigment in Blackstar Blue mixed with Visine
-Physicians Formula Malibu Strip (Darkest brown color)
-Coastal Scents 88 Matte Palette (Bright Yellow B4, Shimmery Blue H6)
-Coastal Scents Glitter in Gold Rush mixed with Visine
-Coastal Scents 88 Matte Palette (Black H11)
-Coastal Scents 66 Lip Palette (Creamy White)
-Maybelline Great Lash Mascara in Black
-Mary Kay Eyeshadow in Hazelnut
-Sephora Nano Lip Liner in Native Nude
-Coastal Scents 66 Lip Palette (Shimmery Gold)

Someone get me a cold compress...

2009-09-09T19:16:00.000-07:00

...cuz it's gettin too DANG HOT up in here!

I'm happy being single...

I like not having a boyfriend...

But DAMN! If anyone looks like this dude, or knows of anyone who looks like this dude, and is over the age of 25 (very very important condition) then please give me a call. PLEASE?

OR...

if anyone wants to make a date to see this film in November (not because I am obsessed with Twilight...only to see this guy) then shoot me an email and we'll plan it.

OH, and sorry in advance for the disgusting show of giggly girliness. I swear I'm not like this in real life all the time. I've actually been told I'm quite the epitome of cool, calm, and collected.

That said,

OMG, *giggly giggle* Hottie!!!

Can I see a show of hands?? (aka. Halloween is almost upon us)

2009-09-08T07:30:00.000-07:00

Just wondering if any of my followers on this blog would be interested in seeing my Halloween Series this year?

The videos (or pics...as some of the looks take a while and would be too long on video) will definitely be posted on my YouTube channel and my beauty blog, but will not be posted here nor linked here unless I have people who would like to see them on this page.

Some of the looks that have already been requested or are already planned:

-Egyptian Queen

-70's Hippie

-50's Pin-Up (Navy Pin-Up, Army Pin-Up, etc.)

-Football Fan (Seahawks look, Football colors etc.)

-Japanese School Girl
...ok, here's a caveat for this one. This will be a look for "school girl", "anime", "Chun-Li" <--be proud, I didn't even have to ask who the hell Chun-Li is. I will agree to do this look as it was requested an un-godly amount of times BUT... you must promise me to never, ever, ever, ever, EVER make me have to look up the words "japanese schoolgirl" on Google EVER AGAIN! And to promise me to never, ever, ever, EVER make me have to do the slutty anime look EVER AGAIN! Promise????

-Dead Girl (cute dead look, zombie, vampire, sexy vampire, etc.)

-Fairy (pretty fairy, sexy fairy, etc.)

-20's Silent Film actress/Flapper Girl

-Indian (East Indian, Bollywood, etc.)

-Geisha (Japanese Geisha, Madame Butterfly, Japanese Opera)

I will try to get to as many of these as possible, time and materials/makeup permitting. If you would like to request one, please do and I will try my hardest to fulfill.

Thanks and have a great day!

20 Questions Tag (Raw and Almost Completely UNEDITED)

2009-09-06T01:18:00.001-07:00

Why is it raw? Because I filmed it on the fly, unprepared...just as something to do.

Why is it almost completely unedited? My movie editing software apparently got corrupted during editing and some of the nifty functions like fading and adding titles are all messed up and funkified... I did manage to cut pieces in the first 5 minutes before it finally gave up completely. I have to figure out how to fix it. Oh well... Sorry for the messy editing and the long long length in advance!

20 Questions:
1) What can you not leave the house without?
2) Favorite brand of makeup
3) Favorite flower
4) Favorite clothing store
5) Favorite perfume
6) Heels or Flats
7) What were your grades like in school?
8) Do you drink energy drinks?
9) Do you like swimming?
10) Do you like juice?
11) Do you eat french fries with a fork?
12) Favorite moisturizer
13) Will you get married or are you?
14) How old are you?
15) Are you into ghost hunting?
16) Any phobias?
17) Do you bite your nails?
18) Do you drink coffee?
19) Describe an animal that describes your soulmate
20) Last concert that you attended?

...what the hell?? I didn't even realize there were more than 20 questions!!! What a rip off!!

21) Next concert you will attend?
22) Random thing on your desk

...no wonder this video took so long!

23) Favorite movies
24) Book you're currently reading
25) Favorite lipsticks

...next time I'm gonna count and prepare my answers before I start filming dangit!

26) Favorite piece of art in your room
27) Favorite jewelry
28) Favorite YouTube channels and/or Videos

...and it had the nerve to end on a random number...GEEZ! :(

I tag: Cora and Scope (aka CoraScope), Skyler's Dad, Nerick and all my lovely YouTube subbies and Blogger Buddies (mwahahahah...see what I did there? Sneaky sneaky!)

Post your response to this one as a video response or link to your blog in my comments cuz I wanna see your videos and read your answers!

and "Football Related Post" season is now underway...

2009-09-05T00:31:00.000-07:00

As some of you can probably tell by the recent influx of blog posts/blog comments on your lovely little spaces...I'm back! :)

Due to being unemployed (kinda) I find myself with a hefty amount of time on my hands and decided to use the aforementioned time to do some very constructive things like:

-Read and comment on blogs (and yes people, I read everyone's blogs a couple days ago...at least the most recent or two posts...I just didn't feel my wit-factor was up to par yet to leave comments on everyone's posts. But give me time...)

-Stare off into space and/or try to find pictures and shapes in my bedroom carpet.

-Bug the little bro-han into going to the gym with me. And if the bugging doesn't work, pretend to be a good sister and pick him up from school in the guise of driving him home but instead kidnap him and surprise him with a field trip...to the gym.

-Text message the premier bro-han 20 times randomly per day. "whatcha doin?"..."whatcha doin now?"..."how bout now?" until he threatens to fly back to Seattle just to chuck my cellphone into the nearest lake at which point I heartily text him back "I WUV U! *smooch*"

-Videotape...or I guess Video-memorycard myself doing all sorts of fun and wicked things like "talk" and "put makeup on" and "go on vacation" and then post these naughty vids on YouTube.

-Put myself on a 30 day workout and diet program (again) so I can lose the 10 pounds I put on in the last 3 months (again) and promptly want to kill myself when my mother bakes triple chocolate brownies (with walnuts) the first day and I had to eat grapes instead.

-and last but not least... get ready for FOOTBALL SEASON and FANTASY FOOTBALL! Woohoo!

...by the way, this is the section of this post where people who don't give a rat's ass about football can go ahead and leave a comment and be on your way...

NOW then,

My league draft was a couple weeks ago and tonight I finished trading out players and picking up free agents and the like in preparation for the regular season which starts next week. Thursday is Kick-Off and I've got my beer helmet, officially licensed football jerseys, and mondo-bag-o-nuts and chips all set and ready to go.

Red (from Words Words Words) has been kind enough to "try" and "help" me with my draft this year and I now proudly show you my haul...uhm...I mean my team. Keep in mind (no, really! keep this in mind when leaving your comments about how I should have picked up so and so and why the hell don't I trade this dude for that one) that my draft was automated and I've been tweaking it around the last few days. I think I made off pretty well don't you?

And RED, I TOLD YOU I HAD A METHOD TO MY MADNESS!!! ;)

My starters for next week's games:

QB: E. Manning
RB: M. Barber and F. Jones
WR: N. Burleson, S. Moss, C. Ochocinco
TE: T. Gonzales
K: N. Rackers
DST: NY Giants

Reserves:
QB: M. Hasselback
RB: E. James and L. Washington
WR: M. Muhammad
TE: M. Lewis

P.S. to all the nay-sayers out there who told me the Seahawks are gonna choke again this year, might I point out that they had an undefeated pre-season? And yes, I know the pre-season doesn't really count but give a girl a break to dote on her favorite team um-kay?!?!

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!

Super Scandalous thoughts...

2009-09-02T16:20:00.000-07:00

Ok, well maybe not super scandalous...but I know that some of my readers will not like what I'll have to say very much. If you have an oppinion, please leave me a comment! Even if you're a lurker who never ever ever comments! Leave your two cents worth for the world (or the 40 or so people who read my blog and watch my YouTube channel) to see!

Please don't hate... this is my own personal opinion and I know a LOT of makeup artists/makeup gurus/parents/friends who all agree with me on this one. That being said, don't let anyone tell you what to do, not even me! If you want to wear makeup to school because that will make you feel better then by all means DO IT! :) But remember to focus on other stuff too and not just how you look.

My Makeup:
Face
Concealer -- Clinique Perfectly Real Makeup in #14
Bare Escentuals Mineral Foundation in Medium Beige
Eyes
Urban Decay Primer Potion
Lid -- Lancolm Eyeshadow in Latte
Top Lashline -- Rimmel Soft Kohl Eyepencil in Stormy Gray
Waterline -- Sephora Nano Liners in Glitter Black
Loreal Voluminous Mascara in Black
Cheeks and Lips
Physicians Formula Bronzer in Malibu Strip
Maybelline Lipstick in Praline (discontinued)
NYX Lipgloss in Sweetheart

Back to School Looks:

Mine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmIZxxLFVno&feature=channel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4vorDSopWA&feature=channel

Kandee Johnson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoJZVoovuoo

Makeup By Risa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCjeGEuHlLs

Makeup Geek TV
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5I7UnpPZL-Q

MissChievous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNtPkVuPQlg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWEVi-x0sT8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc8Kdch6f_Q

Panacea81
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX6weuhCuKw

Petrilude
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqSLyTTR_k0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7Ok5F3heA4

Queen of Blending MUA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FejxJk5gxro

Travelog: Oregon Coast 2009

2009-08-31T03:24:00.000-07:00

Hearfelt thanks to all...

2009-08-23T22:25:00.001-07:00

R.I.P. Auntie Ellen

2009-08-19T18:35:00.000-07:00

My Grandma and my Great-Aunt Ellen had been friends since my grandfather died over 35 years ago. Everytime my Grandma would come to the U.S. to stay with us for a bit, Auntie Ellen would take care of matters in the P.I. for her and for my family. I remember every year on my birthday, she would send a boxful of my favorite Pili-nut candies (you can't get them anywhere else except for the town where my mother grew up) that she would have handmade and hand packaged just for me.

Her son and my mother grew up together in a little town in the Philippines. My grandfather was the Mayor of this town for two terms and since his own father had died when he was young...my Uncle followed his footsteps and became Mayor a few years ago. My Uncle is up for re-election this month. And yesterday, in broad daylight, as she was heading off to my Uncle's campaign headquarters to help out, someone shot my Great-Aunt Ellen thru the forehead. One shot.

My mother just came home and told me about this 5 minutes ago. And now she is left with the hard task of telling my Grandmother that her best friend of 4 decades is dead. Not because she was hated. Not because she was a bad person who deserved it. But for the simple fact that she had birthed and raised the man who just happened to become Mayor.

I don't write this just for me...I write this so that all of you may understand that in places like the Philippines, this kind of vigilante guerilla "warfare" still exist. Where it doesn't matter if what you stand for is the right thing or the wrong thing. Where even in a tiny, almost inconsequential little town up in the mountains, people take issues into their own hands and to hell with the government. I'm no good at this stuff...talking about things I don't know. But I do know this, the next time you decide to complain about the government, the next time you complain about the President and whether or not you like them. The next time you decide to complain that this country is on it's way to hell and back, remember that it is for the simple fact that you live here...in this very country that you are a citizen of...that you are given the right to voice your opinions as much as you want without fear of repurcusions much less of being gunned down in the middle of the street.

I will be accompanying my family to a special memorial here in the States for her this Sunday. Her nephew, another Uncle of mine, is a priest at a local church in a city close by. Please pray for her soul, even if you don't believe in prayer. And please pray that whoever did this will be brought to justice (as much justice as possible given the nature of things down there).

R.I.P. Auntie Ellen....

from left to right: my Grandmother, my Uncle the mayor, Aunt Ellen, my dad, my mom, the Vice Mayor...

WARNING: Makeup Tutorial

2009-08-18T09:03:00.000-07:00

Special request by my good friend, Jessie... She only reads this blog and doesn't look at YouTube or my other blog, so sorry in advance for the makeup video on my non-makeup channel.

Hope you like this Jessie, let me know how the makeup turns out!

Dumpy to Decent and a QUICK update!

2009-08-04T20:59:00.000-07:00

Well... this week just hasn't been going too great. NOT great at ALL!

This weekend, I got sent to Portland, Oregon (about a 5 hour drive) to attend a symposium for my work. Not too horrible any other time except I completely missed out on SeaFair (including the Blue Angels whom I LOOOOOVE...for obvious and not so obvious reasons).

Wait, I lied. I didn't completely miss SeaFair...we caught the nasty ass traffic coming back home.

Then last night, Monday...on the way home from church...

(I decided to go to mass on monday since I missed it sunday)

(you'd think God would give me a break for being such a good girl...but NOOOO)

Anyway, on the way home from church...I ran over and completely decimated a poor little raccoon. Yeah...I KILLED an innocent animal. ON THE WAY HOME FROM FREAKING CHURCH! And the worst part of it all was I saw it's poor little wifey still on the sidewalk. And since I was staring at the wife racoon I completely missed the fact that the husband racoon was smack dab in the middle of the road until...

*THUMP*

Didn't anybody tell those damn things that they are wearing concrete highway colored camo?!?! What the hell are they doin tryin to cross the street in the dark?????

I wanted to gag and cry...

Then this morning (probably because I was so upset about the murder I commited) I woke up late because I forgot to set my alarm. :(

Did I also mention that today was my last day at my lab?? Yeah, Im officially (kinda) unemployed now. And what better way to show up on my last day than unshowered and harried and completely lost and unfocused.

Whatever...at least I looked good.

Recreation of my morning for you all to follow.

(and yes, I did this whole thing in 11 minutes FLAT. From waking up to makeup to hair to throwin on some jeans and a shirt...whoever said you can't look gooorgeous in 10 minutes was lying to you!)

Im gonna go put on some sappy movies and go to bed.

The Boy is Back in Town!!!

2009-08-02T00:38:00.000-07:00

Yay! In honor of my buddy Jon coming back from a 6 month "mission" from the great out there...an oldie but a goodie!

Me thinks it's time to head back up them thar hills and shoot us up some good eatin! Y'all come back now, ya herr?!?!

A couple videos...

2009-07-30T13:45:00.000-07:00

Vlog 6--Blogger Meetup/It's so STINKIN HOT!

Quick Tip: Coastal Scents Reviews

Coastal Scents: www.coastalscents.com
BH Cosmetics: http://www.bhcosmetics.com

Today's Makeup Look: Super Easy, Super Light Summer Makeup-

Concealer: Clinique Perfectly Real in Shade 14--set with face powder, I didn't wear any foundation today
-Urban Decay Primer Potion
-Eyes: Coastal Scents 88 Palette (c10, f10, c1)
-Eyeliner: Almay in Brown Topaz (top lashline), Korres in Gold (lower waterline)
-Black Mascara
-Blush: Coastal Scents 10 Blush Palette (b2)
-Lips: Coastal Scents 66 Lip Palette (b10, a3, a2)

Thanks to MegaRoseM for requesting!Please don't forget to subscribe, rate, and comment!

Filipino Housewarming Gifts...

2009-07-09T23:12:00.000-07:00

Stolen directly from a gifts app that my brother created on Facebook. He wrote all the descriptions and put up all the pics. None of this is my handiwork. But as a good older sister, I'm here to pass off his creativity to my benefit.

If you guys don't understand the utter hilarity of some of this stuff, feel free to ask me or one of your filipino friends... Don't lie...everyone has at least one filipino friend...we are EVERYWHERE! Look behind you, there's one right now! ;)

Or not. It doesn't matter. I guffawed heartily while reading his descriptions and am continuing to guffaw heartily as I post them here. And...out of the 20 items, I or my parents have about 15 of them at any one time! ;)

For your consideration, I've included translations where needed. You're welcome.

Enjoy!

1) THE LAST SUPPER: Because you're not truly fed unless you're at the Lord's table.

2) WoW--MAGICMIC: Singing across the Philippines!

3) WOODEN SPOON AND FORK: It tells your dining room, "Hey! This is where the food goes!"

4) SKYFLAKES: The bottomless tin!

5) BACK SCRATCHER: Reach for the remote, "close" the light, or palo (spank) your kids! It's all good!

6) EXTRA LARGE DRYING RACK: I think it does some other stuff too.

7) PALM FRONDS: To remind you of arts and crafts day at church.

8) JESUS WALL HANGING [Level 1]: Entry level wall adornment. Wood frame, a nice glossy 8x10 of the redeemer himself!

9) JESUS WALL HANGING [Level 2]: Cross-stich Jesus! Hand made and oh so fabulous.

10) JESUS WALL HANGING [Level 3]: Pro status wall hanging! Is it Jesus? Is it Mary? Is it Jesus?...wait, It's BOTH! Twice the salvation for the price of one!

11) FISH TANK: What's a Filipino father to do in a maternal society? Have a fish tank of course! Until they learn about Facebook, the Filipino old timers need something to compulsively check.

12) WEEKLY CHURCH BULLETIN: Don't ever let anyone see you throw one away! It's your weekly receipt! Besides, without it, how else would you know what time to go to mass every Sunday?

13) WALIS (straw broom): Walis-walis kicks Swiffer's disposable arse times infinity! If I can rub my hands on my cleaning utensils without getting cuts and splinters, it's not worth my time!

14) WICKER FURNITURE: Can consist of wicker panels, or go the full monty and get a complete wicker set! Either way, the patterns on my arms, legs, and face don't make themselves!

15) BALIKBAYAN (going back home) BAG O' STUFF: It's so nice of us to save our old L.A. Lights rubber shoes, Breast Cancer Awareness walk t-shirts, and accidentally bleach splattered sweatshirts for our pamilya (family) back home!

16) HUGO BOSS MEN'S FRAGRANCE: Vintage 1985! It's ok that they don't make these anymore! Our dad's don't use more than a couple sprays a year. It's Burt Reynold's cologne of choice, and we're the only asians capable of growing his mustache...coincidence? I think not!

17) CORNED BEEF--AMERICAN STYLE: Ever heard this? "You don't appreciate corned beef because you haven't tasted corned beef in the Philippines! Here, it is so good that you don't even need mayo!"

18) JOHNSON'S BABY COLOGNE: Before CK1, before Nautica Competition, there was Johnson's baby cologne. For the person who's ever wondered what rubbing alcohol would smell like if it also tasted like sweet, sweet, candy.

19) WHITE FLOWER LINIMENT: Rub it on anything that ails ya! Unless what ails ya happens to be near any and all...uhm...orifices?

And last but definitely not least!

20) A FILIPINO: Filipinos kick it hardcore without forgetting about the family back home, their religion, or where they came from. Not to mention they can fix your car, build you a shed, take care of your nanay (mother), and cook you something sooo good you won't care where and what part of what animal it came from!

GET YOURS TODAY!!!

Vlog 5--Luscious Lips and Why workout?

2009-06-30T20:32:00.001-07:00

P.S. Logmein.com is blocked on my lab servers...so I guess Im back to erratic blog reading and posting and even less constant commenting. BUT I am reading your blogs people!!! So keep them coming and keep me entertained! Me loves you looong time!!!!

Makeup Look
-Lips: Clinique Almost Lipstick in Black Honey, Almay gloss in #20
-Eyes: Sephora eyepencil in Purple Onyx, Mary Kay Eyeshadow in Hazelnut, Covergirl Eyeshadow in Shimering Sands, Black Mascara
-Cheeks: Clinique Matte Bronze

Since I don't do plumpers, I don't really have many recommendations on what to try. The only ones Ive ever used are Bare Escentuals Buxom Lipgloss. But it worked really really (too) well for me soooo....

Winsor Pilates DVDs INFORMATION at winsorpilates.com
Bun and Thigh
Ab Sculpting
Advanced Body Slimming
Upper Body
Basics and Advanced Body Sculpting
I ordered these dvds like a couple years ago and apparently you can't buy them from that website if you're in the US. Hmmm. You can get them thru ebay and other sites if you just Google it. Or I guess you can find clips and stuff thru YouTube.com and Yeoh.com

I asked my friend about his 20 minute routine and he says it should not be done unless you've got a spotter or trainer with you so he asked me not to list it down. He did say for those of you at home who wants something similar, watch/rent/buy Jillian Michael's 30 day shred videos. In it she does different variations of a 20 minute workout that is similar to the routine he has me do. He stresses to please please please, if possible, schedule at least one session with a certified personal trainer before you start any workout routine. You want to lose weight and be fit...not break something.

As always, please don't forget to subscribe if you're watching this on YouTube, or click the follow button if you're watching thru my blog. All comments, messages, questions, or requests are welcome!

Cora says it's booby day in blog world...

2009-06-25T14:01:00.003-07:00

Checked Google Analytics...these are what people were googling when they got sent to my blog...

Another Post?!?!?!? WHAAAA???

2009-06-24T23:21:00.000-07:00

And this one's a VLOG! Schweet!

Im feeling positively chatty lately I guess...

I got off early from work today so I could go to a workout appointment with a buddy of mine (who is also my personal trainer) and he calls me up 5 minutes before we were to meet telling me he was stuck in traffic and to hang out till he's closer to the gym. THEN he calls me up 45 minutes later telling me that he lied to me before...he wasn't in traffic but in fact being a lazy bum at his house...but that he really is in traffic now.

FAIL!

So I read blogs and recorded a video while I waited for him to haul himself to the gym.

Enjoy!

P.S. this is me PRE workout. If you think this is scary wait till you see me POST workout. Not only do I look like the dead, but Im pretty sure I smell like it too.

P.P.S Beware the rambling woman...

Quick Survey aka. "Can I get some help up in here???"

2009-06-23T23:17:00.000-07:00

Situation: No, Im still not back yet...but I need a raise of hands. I have an outdoor wedding to attend on Sunday. Yes, THIS Sunday (just call me the ultimate procrastinator) and I have the dress, I have the shoes, I have the purse. I have the the wedding gift all wrapped and ready to go. However, I can't decide on what makeup look to do.

...

Don't laugh. This is important to me. Well, not really important. But being indecisive pisses me off. Especially when it's me!

Anyhoo, this is for the girls. And if any of the men want to chime in, then that's fine by me.

Question: If you (I) were wearing a strapless A line dress (empire waist), cream with brown designs on it...would you have a nude eye/red lips combo or brown smokey eyes/nude lips combo?? Anyone?? Anyone??

Also, THANKS to Scope and Cora for emailing me and sending me the posts of their visit last month to my email so I can read them. My lab has blocked blogger off the servers and it sucks ass. Then when I get home Im too tired to do much than take a shower and pass out lately. Blah! I miss reading you guys!! ALL of you! ALLLLLLL OF YOU!!!!! But I have to give special shout outs to JJ, Words, Unbearable Banishment, Dr. Zibbs, Gwen, Fancy...those of you who have emailed me or added me onto Facebook ROCK!!!

Last but not least, LOOK!! it's only been 5 days since my last post this time!! Woohoo! Im getting better...but still no time to read blogs. Pisses me off! Time flies when you're working 50+ hours a week. Gah!

Where was I? Oh yeah,

Last but not least, I joined a fantasy football league. The draft (Automated) is not till 8/23 so I still have time to ditch and join a different league (if one of you guys have room in yours you still need to fill) so let me know! I haven't ranked my players yet so if you wanna send me advice please email me or leave a comment!

P.S. My team name: Them Filthy MoneyGrubbers

*teehee*

RE: APB--Missing Person

2009-06-17T15:03:00.000-07:00

I didn't realize it's been almost two weeks since my last post...and almost a month since my last REAL post.

(I don't consider my last video as a post)

(It was a rant plain and simple)

(Blah!)

Im here. And aparently my disappearance shelf life is right around 12 days before people (Scope and Words specifically) start to wonder where I'd dissapeared to. In fact, they sent me messages about 2 hours apart from each other. FUNNY!

Anyhoo, I'm here. Been busy (what else is new) with work, work, life, work, family, friends, and oh yeah..work! A few people were laid off at "the lab" and so the rest of us left have been picking up the work and the hours that go along with it. We remodelled and updated plumbing at my house, so we just got water turned back on after a week...gross! I've been going to gym again since my trainer got his walking cast off and I've been too tired and achy to do much after I get home. A friend is getting married in a couple weeks, I've got inventory and end of month meetings coming up. Friend stuff, Life stuff, etc etc etc. And although I have a bunch of posts in reserve for just this occasion, it's a pet peeve of mine when people post things but don't read other people's stuff. I didn't want to seem like I wanted everyone to read my crap but I was too good to read or comment other peoples blogs so I didn't post date any of mine.

I do have a YouTube video I have to do for a friend of mine that I have to find time for this week...even now I'm typing this in Spokane, WA (about 4 hours away from Seattle) where I had to drive to last night for a meeting this morning... I don't even have internet right now so I'll have to wait to post it till I get to somewhere more civilized...*sigh*

I can't promise when Ill be back full force since I don't really know. But in the meantime you can all reach me in my email and I'll definitely respond there.

(because I can read email in my lab...and pretend to be working...)

(and I can read email on my phone...and be sneaky about it...)

Miss reading you all!

~E

Rant, Rave, Racism

2009-06-05T00:10:00.001-07:00

Thank You!

2009-06-02T12:24:00.000-07:00

Ok all, here's the scoop...

I wanted to address all the comments at once because most of you guys don't check the comments after you've left yours and everyone was saying mostly the same thing. In fact the term "don't forget us little people" came up a disturbingly huge number of times!

I don't know what you guys are talking about! Im all of 5ft tall and out of all you folks, Im probably the only one who can be rightly considered "little"and I'm damn well not gonna forget myself!

PLUS, to all of you offering me services to pimp out your blogs...(no not that kind of services! PERVS) I'd pimp all you out no problem! I've got a car that needs washing, laundry, garage that needs to be cleaned, gardening, pet washing, bills to be paid.........

I have no clue how Cosmo found my blog. Judging from the pic of the heading they put up, Id say they checked out my blog during Lent...because I changed my page right after I came back from being good and holy and good and religious and good. AND I was Good...

No, they specifically addressed THIS blog...not my makeup/beauty one although that would make a heck of a lot more sense if they did.

So far I haven't seen my follower numbers go up although I did finally install Analytics. I still don't know how to use it but we will see what happens. To tell you guys the truth I'm sorta glad I haven't had an influx of people checking me out (or so I assume) because I don't want to feel like I have to edit myself on my own blog ya know?? Plus, I feel cozier with 38 friends than 38,000 hahahah.

However, if you are here from the great South African nation, and you may or may not have read an article that may or may not exist then I bid you WELCOME!!!!!!! Please click the follow button and don't leave me worrying about lurkers.

(Im still not fully convinced...sorry Sid, but Scope put the thought in my head that you may just be super fantabulous with the Photoshop and Word!...did your head explode with frustration yet???)

I want to thank all of you people. My faithful commenters who always take the time out to read me and leave a hello despite their busy busy lives (Sid, Cora, Scope, Unbearable, SkyDad, Words, Dr. Zibbs, Felisa, Girl I, Fancy, Chris, Chris, Sassy, J.J., and God --my top fifteen). My faithfull followers who may not comment all the time or hardly at all, but I still know you guys are out there,

The lurkers who read my blog and never say a word. It's kinda creepy you guys, just click the follow button and get it over with!,

And to the people I read (go visit them!!! NOW...I command you!) ...my lovely blog list of awesomeness that keep me entertained and keep me thinking of new ways to be better than you...no wait, I meant "to better myself"...yeah, that's it.

Booyah! How's that for pimpin you all out?!?!? Uhuh! Mad skills yo!

I also want to thank the Lord above for making me the great and wonderfull person I am today,

Cosmopolitan Magazine--South Africa for having the good taste to check me out,

All the little people: vern, sneezy, droopy, winky, sleepy, stinky, widget, and doc,

and last but not least...Swine Flu.

Swine flu? Oh yeah. You don't think I haven't noticed that all this hullabaloo started after I kissed this dude???

Coincidence? I think not!

YOU MAH BOY BLUE!!!!

HOLY CRIMOLY!!!!

2009-06-02T00:07:00.000-07:00

For once...SPEECHLESS!!!

Update on the Great COSMO debate...

2009-06-01T21:50:00.000-07:00

Video removed by blogger :)

OK...Uhm...Huh???

2009-06-01T00:00:00.000-07:00

Before you read on, please keep in mind Im not usually so slow witted. It's just when someone emails you at midnight with this kind of news...from a magazine light years (and two weeks...according to the United States Postal system apparently) away, you tend to get a bit slow on the uptake.

Conversation with Sid from Verbal Diorhhea (link on my sidebar or just click on her name on the first line).

Sid: Hey! So I was reading this month's Cosmo magazine (the South African version) and guess who's blog got an honourable mention. Congrats chickie. Wish that I had the article with me to place onto my blog. Maybe tomorrow?

~E: Im so confused? What blog? Your blog got honorable mention? Congratulations!!!!!

Sid: No. Your blog was mentioned. Your e-deconstructed blog was mentioned in Cosmo magazine.

~E: Huh? Ok, Im so confused. How the hell was my blog mentioned in a magazine? You're making it up right? Like as a weird way of giving me a bloggy award or something?

Sid: No I'm serious. I'll bring the article in tomorrow morning, scan it and show it to you. Your blog was mentioned. I don't know how they found your blog but them mentioned the post where you showed everyone what you carry around in your handbag

~E: NO SHIT?!?! Wow. Please please please scan the article...I want to see it.

Sid: Will do.

...

Ok, Sid. If this is a set up for what I anticipate to be a really seriously satisfying joke, I'm still waiting for the punchline! Guess, we will see.

Travelog 2: Pike Place Market, Evergreen Point Park (Medina, WA)

2009-05-29T23:17:00.000-07:00

A combination of a Vlog with some much needed shout outs and dedications, and my next Travelog Series about Washington State. Hope you all enjoy!

LOL-ing in the hot noonday sun...

2009-05-29T15:19:00.000-07:00

A female officer pulls over and arrests a drunk driver. The female officer tells the man:

"Sir, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you."

The drunk replies:

"TITS!"

Travelog 1: In and Around Seattle

2009-05-25T11:00:00.000-07:00

I'm inspired by Scope over at ScopeTech aka Love Letters to Cora and his post on his hometown, Chicago. And also of Fancy Schmancy's lovely vacation photos! Although I wasn't born in Seattle, I've lived here for over 3/4 of my life and I love it here!

As such, I thought it would be nice to do little travel/touristy videos of my state and city to show all you people. I'm also thinking about going back to pictures from my past travels and showing you my actual hometown (aka the Philippine Islands) and other places but that will take some digging and work and I'm just too lazy right now. That and I'm running out of funny anectodes and stories and awkward memories to share with you and this here is in hoping bright colors and flashy videos are enough to distract from the lack of actual material.

This first video is at the Skagit Tulip Festival (kinda...there weren't any tulips yet...too early in the season) in Mt. Vernon, WA. Then there's some of the Seattle Waterfront and Pier. And finally at my Alma Mater, the University of Washington - Seattle. All taken in one rare sunny day. Song is by Pearl Jam called "Even Flow".

Enjoy!

Really Quick Update...

2009-05-24T22:12:00.001-07:00

Backstory: went to NW Folklife Festival at the Seattle Center this weekend. Just as we were about to leave, I thought it would be cool to ride the Ferris Wheel. Just as the ride started, I remembered something very important.

(Warning: Turn your volume down before starting video)

Forgot how you were terrified of heights, did ya??? You remember now though, don't you?!?

Thanks to Nerick who was nice enough to take a video of me while I was busy trying not to pee my pants or throw up all over him.

Working on a couple blog posts and vlogs about Seattle travels...looking forward to reading everyone's blogs soon!

VLOG 2: Waxing a bit of the profound

2009-05-21T01:09:00.000-07:00

"When you love someone, you open yourself up to suffering. That's the sad truth. Maybe they'll break your heart. Maybe you'll break their heart. But you'll never be able to look at yourself the same way. Those are the risks. You see two people and you think...they should be together. But nothing happens. And that's the burden. Like wings, love has a weight. We feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly"

-- Bones, TV show, narrated by the character 'Jack Hodgins'

VLOG 1: It's like crack!

2009-05-19T01:34:00.001-07:00

Warning!

Gratuitous boob shots, girlyness, blogger buddy shoutouts and a peek into all ~E's secrets.

Proceed with caution.

--The Management.

...don't forget your happy slip!

2009-05-17T04:51:00.000-07:00

I'm so friggin sorry you guys. I know I said I won't post any more stupid makeup videos on here anymore and I never will again...(cuz I have a separate channel for that now! Booyah!) but It's like 5 in the morning and I haven't slept yet and I'm browsing YouTube and found this chic, who coincidentally is a friend of the guy whose videos I showed you last time.

Dammit..I know Im not making sense right now but I'm still awake ok! I've been awake for like 30 hours...Sue ME!

Anyway, It's 5am and I'm freaking falling off my bed laughing my buns off at this chic (in the best possible way). Her experience with faking it turned out much much MUCH better than my first time.

...that's what she said...

I mean my first fakes were like poking me in the eye...and I got glue all up in there. ALL up in there and I was crying and... Tragic,

I'm gonna share this video with you people. Because. I mean seriously. I'm sleep deprived and I'm laughing here. It's funny.

I dare you not to laugh. I Double Dog Dare you!

What does that even mean.

VIDEO:

"I'm totally blingin today and you hate it!"

2009-05-15T05:05:00.000-07:00

Ok so backstory: I have a a thing about watching makeup tutorials on YouTube and have a subscription to the YouTube channel of my favorite drag queen/makeup artiste extraordinaire Petrilude...

(his real name is Josh...)

(I know, kinda anticlimactic right?)

Anyway, Josh hosted a contest a while back asking his readers to create a look based on a picture of a sunset off Waikiki Beach. Total girlyness, but whatever...I'm a girl. Deal with it. His friend Nick (dressed as alter-ego Keisha) entered a faux contest entry and posted it. You can skip all the makeup parts and just watch the first minute...and the last 25 seconds.

Though I don't know why you would...any guy who can sport a wig and beard and limited makeup items and still look that damn good deserves to be fawned over.

I like to think he raided his sister's or girlfriend's makeup bag to do this...more on that later.

Hilarity will ensue. I guarantee it!

And here's another video from his channel. Just to show he isn't all about the girly boy makeup tutorials.

I swear I love those two guys. Never fails to make me snot-out-the-nostril laugh so hard! If they weren't both gay (one definitely...the other one maybe but I hope not) I'd marry them both in a heart beat.

Except then I'd be a polygamist and ~E don't swing that way.

And also I'd be scared they'd both be prettier than me, and ~E don't swing that way either.

K...I totally snuck that last vid of me in there (better lit one available if you clicky the linky down below)...but I think everyone deserves to know how to properly treat any nasty facial activities that may pop up from time to time. And I know I promised never to post makeup vids here again. In my defense that was NOT a makeup vid. It was a public service announcement.

So sue me.

(actually please don't. I'm poor. However, I'm not against anyone pimping me out to their friends)

(By ME I mean my other blog)

(Clearly)

Looking Back...

2009-05-14T11:41:00.000-07:00

I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and just now managed to edit it and post it. Hope you like!

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I'm sitting here at [big seattle college institution] where my mother teaches. In the cafeteria area, with my backpack next to me and my grande caramel mocha with whip close at hand. Earphones in, music blasting away and I'm sure amongst all the other oblivious souls with their open texts or open laptops or open mouths (hastily gulping down that last drop of coffee before their next class) I look just like them. Just another student cramming away towards whatever goals we all strive for. I'm not one of them though. I used to be, but today I'm the other...the "enemy" so to speak. Today I've been invited to guest lecture, first year basic biology (sure it was my mother who did the inviting, and it's my mother's class I'm lecturing...but it's darn cool anyway). I'm not due on stage for another hour and I've already gone over my notes more times that I really ever needed to.

When I was in High School, I couldn't wait to get out. To me it was just a stepping stone towards what I really was looking forward to; college and freedom. I did about as well as I possibly could have, graduating in the top .5% of my class (yeah, you read that right... 0.5%, tied for second over all four years). My only non-A grade came from one semester of dreaded PE and you better believe I dropped that class the first millisecond I could. But I didn't do it for the "acclaim" though I have to admit it was really satisfying to hear my name called at every awards ceremony. I did it to ensure that I will get into the college I wanted to. Every little bit counted. Did all the right sports, took all the right classes, joined the best clubs. And when I graduated with the acceptance letter to [Huge Washington based research university] in hand, I gladly said good bye and good riddance and never looked back.

My 5 years at said university was all I ever could have wanted and more. I LOVED it! There, I was in my element. Independently studying among likeminded individuals all reaching for higher summits and being encouraged and challenged every step of the way. I can choose my own path, master of my own destiny and so on. Of course it wasn't all about studies (DUH!) and I had 6 of the best girl friends anyone could ever hope for to experiment with (no, not in that way...pervs!) To Cry with. Grow with. Laugh with. Parties, study dates, late night cram sessions, running to each others rooms for no reason just to talk, pranks...the quintessential college experience. Roaming around campus and the U-District in my NorthFace fleece and backpack and feeling like I belonged. Here in this school (so big it had it's own zipcode) with 45,000 other students, I felt like I really found my place in the world. I would go back in a second. Do everything over again, even all the tests and stress, the dickhead professors, waking up 15 minutes before a final or midterm, rolling out of bed after a long night of cramming to run to class in my pjs, take the test, crawl back to my dorm or apartment and go right back to sleep (or to study for the next test as it more often was the case). Give (almost) anything to feel that free again, free of any responsibilities past making sure you get home ok after this party, making sure you get to that coffee place on time to meet your friends, making sure you study just enough to pass the nasty Calculus exam tomorrow.

I graduated almost 4 years ago and I think it's taken me that long to feel like I belong in this next phase of my life. I've considered going back to school to earn my Masters and it is still an option for me. Real Life, if this is what it really is, is a bit harder to get acclimated to. I don't feel welcomed, not like how I felt from the first step onto college life and how I felt till the day I walked up the steps to accept my diploma on my graduation day.

I don't know what made me think of all this. Perhaps the building...filled with the thoughts of countless generations of students. Perhaps the atmosphere, the sounds of voices all around me, getting steadily louder as I sit here and type this. Its been a nice interlude, looking back and reminiscing. I should really look over my notes one more time... Or maybe not, I know this stuff, and if I mess up *shrug* who'll know but me? For now and the next 15 minutes till class starts, I'm gonna keep putting off "real life", keep pretending to be one of them, simultaneously wishing I was and being oddly grateful I'm not.

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[new video up...]

Darn Technology!

2009-05-13T15:23:00.000-07:00

Hello all! Sorry I've been a no-show at everyone's blogs lately. My internet decided to crap out on me last week and I've been unable to read blogs, post new ones (most that have gone out were postdated), and all other internet-y things.

Thank you in advance to all those who have been leaving comments or emailing me wondering where I was (yes, Felisa...I'm still alive...no bellyflopping over any bridges :), and Words...did you get that postcard yet? ). Ill be getting around to visiting your blogs later today.

Muah!

Mother's Day!

2009-05-10T08:00:00.000-07:00

A Mother is God's gift to us,

Sent from up above.

She dries our tears,

And calms our fears,

And wraps us in her love.

I'm fortunate enough to have three sets of grandmothers who are still all alive, and one absolutely awesome mother who (if you are a frequent reader of my blog) you should know I adore.

This is my grandma "R"...she is 75 and acts like a 30 year old. She didn't like us calling her Grandma or Nana or the more traditionally Filipino "Lola" so from as long as I can remember, my brothers, cousins, and I have all called her Mommy R. She raised my brother and I after my parents got a divorce and all my early memories have her in them in some form or another. She lives in New York now and loves to email me e-cards, sends me makeup in the mail (because beauty is beauty but no one said anything about making it better) and email me stories about how she went line dancing or how my aunt got mad at her when she flew to Florida on a whim because "she's never been there before" or how her recent knee surgery is really "slowing down her vibe". I got from her my love of makeup, my style, and my smile...see the resemblance?

This is my Lola "B". She is 79 and the quintessential grandmother (down to the fuzzy white hair!). She sews, knits, crotchets, reads anything and everything under the sun and can cook anyone under the table. She took care of my brothers and I when we first moved to the US. But don't let the quiet Nana look fool you. She was the one who taught me how to walk in heels (because she knew I would be short and she'd be darned if she had a grand daughter who "walked like a lumberjack on stilts") and I still to this day show her first when I've made a new shoe purchase. She taught both my brother and I how to Cha Cha, and Waltz...because everyone knows she was quite the dancer in her day. And she once confessed to me that if she were born a boy, the first thing she would have done would be get a tattoo on her arm. As a result, I told her first when I got my tattoo and I made sure she saw that her name was one of those engraved on my back for all eternity. I got from her my love of shoes and my love of reading.

This is my Lola "C". She turned 87 this year and still walks to church every morning at 6am. Her 85th birthday was celebrated by all 10 of her living children, all 40+ of my cousins and I, and 6+ great grandchildren. Her birthday mass was celebrated by no less than 20 nuns, 5 priests, and 1 bishop. She still has students from her days as a teacher over 50 years ago, visiting her just to say Hello. She exudes love and caring in every pore of her body. She just recently learned how to use Skype and is absolutely tickled at being able to video conference. Now, instead of calling on the phone every one of her family members on their birthday or anniversary she now can sing us "happy happy birthday dear one" on video! And yes, she remembers every milestone, birthday, anniversary, wedding...even though she has to say 5 different names sometimes before she hits on yours (hey, when you've got that many kids and grandkids...). I got from her the love of family and my love for the Church and God.

This is my mom. I love her more than anything in the world because she is understanding...patient...the smartest and toughest woman I know. She will and has done everything in her power to care for her kids and I appreciate her for that. She taught us how to be independent, to be ambitious, and to love each other. I know that no matter how badly I mess up she will always be there for me. I love hearing her unabashed way of laughing. There has been many a time when she would start to tell a joke, but busts out laughing in the middle of it...never finishing the joke but making everyone laugh anyway because of how happy she is. My happiest childhood memories are of her: napping in her dental chair when I was 4, having her sew sequins on my costume for a pageant when I was 6, running across the airport screaming and crying straight to her arms when we moved to the US to be with her when I was 9. She still calls my 15 year old brother "baby" and he will never tell her to stop. My 24 year old brother still calls her every week just to talk. I still give her big hugs when I see her...like I'm 5 again and seeing her is the best part of my day, and I still call her "Mama". She is one of my best friends. I got from her my intelligence, my "don't take crap from anybody" attitude, my wicked sense of humor, my simplicity and heart, and my face! Down to the eyes, nose, and dimple.

My mom at 24

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers and Grandmothers out there. Know that you are appreciated and loved!

If I get drunk and fall off a bridge tonight...

2009-05-08T22:17:00.000-07:00

...just know that I love you all!

My last will and testament is in my underwear drawer underneath the pile of mismatched socks. Some of you are gonna be getting some very cool things if I happen to meet my maker in the near future!

If I get drunk but don't die, I apologize in advance to all the drunk dialing, drunk texting, and drunk picture messages that may go out to all the unlucky folks out there who just happen to be on my speed dial list.

If I don't get drunk and end up being the only sober one left at the bachelorette party I'm attending tonight then please hope the bride doesn't confiscate my camera (like she's been threatening to do now for weeks) and I get some good juicy shots of everyone else for my bloggy buddies to peruse in a couple days.

In the meantime, I was thinking of posting a video I made while I was getting ready, but I promised I won't post makeup videos here anymore so I'm gonna post it on my other blog. Why? Cuz Dammit, I look really good right now and If I can't bring a camera with me then I want proof I can actually look decently slutty for a girls night out. Besides, I actually talk in this one (like a couple of you said I should).

PLUS!!! There's a lot of bright red lipstick and a cool "finger in the mouth" trick near the end.

(that last line got you didn't it?)

(you're thinking about fingers and mouths and bright red lips huh?)

(you're gonna watch the video and fast forward to the end now aren't you?)

(pervs!)

Postcards!

2009-05-05T22:07:00.000-07:00

So the first thing I saw when I got home from a looong, boring, rainy (and I'm saying cats and dogs, and chickens, and cows here) day of work was a bunch of postcards in my mailbox!

WHHHHHEEEEEEEE!!!!

First up is from the lovely Cora at Love Letters by Cora. Or I guess in this case its Postcards from Cora! And actually, I have seen parts of Washington like this. Mostly in and around Ocean Shores and Long Beach. You should totally drive out there and spend some time with someone special *hint hint hint*.

Next is this fancy shmancy picture postcard from...well, Fancy at Fancy Shmancy! Funny how that worked out huh? And yes, Ms. Fancy...the picture travelled very well. Nary a scratch or crease in it!

Speaking of someone special...or rather, Cora's someone special...this here is from Mr. Scope over yonder at Scope Tech. Yes Scope...I got it. :)

These last three are from my lovely bro-han in San Fran. He couldn't decide which postcard to send me, so he sent all three. Because he loves me like that. He got them all from his place of employ, California Academy of Sciences.

Thanks a bunch from everyone who sent them. Still looking forward to the rest whenever you guys decide to send (and no rush at all! I love getting surprised when I least expect it!)

Repelling the "Furry Death" since 1999...

2009-05-04T21:41:00.000-07:00

Just consider it a mental upchuck [Part VIII]

2009-05-01T15:56:00.000-07:00

Part VIII: That time at the strip club

This one is inspired by Sassy Britches who blogged about her first time in a big strip joint in Louisiana.

Well, I have a story like that too and rather than bogging down her comments section and wasting a perfectly good blog-portunity (you see what I did there?? yeahhhh) I thought I'd bang out another mental upchuck for you all.

In 2006, my boyfriend at the time and I wanted to take a little trip. It turns out that his sister has been wanting him to come visit her in Arizona since he came home from Iraq the year before and he has been wanting to see his nephews too. I suggested we fly down to see her the week of Valentines Day (because we all know how much I hate that holiday and any excuse not to celebrate it was A-ok to me). I knew before hand that his sister was a bartender but I didn't know where.

We land in Phoenix at just after 1am on a red-eye from Seattle and my boyfriend hails a cab and gives an address. Like I said before, she was a bartender so we agreed to meet her at her place of employ and grab us some free drinks while we waited for her shift to end and we would all ride home together.

I should have known something was up when the taxi driver smirked at us upon hearing where we wanted to go (with our bags and luggages...straight from the airport...at 1am on a Tuesday) but I wasn't really paying attention. 20 minutes later, we arrive at a huge HUGE parking lot with what seemed to be a warehouse in the middle of the lot. At the end of the lot facing the opposite way from the direction we were coming from were these words in great big red light studded letters: .oC hsuB naksalA taerG ehT. Oh sorry...I meant: THE GREAT ALASKAN BUSH CO.

I thought, hmm...an outdoor sporting goods store? What the hell? The driver drops us off at the front door and my boyfriend hurriedly gets out of the car and starts to explain to me where we were while at the same time getting our bags out the trunk, paying the driver, and avoiding my eyes. We were at one of the biggest strip clubs in Phoenix. We meet the bouncer at the door...he tells him that we are there to see "Raine" and the bouncer smiles wide and says "oh yeah, she told us to wait for you guys, here you can put your bags in the office".

I don't know what the big deal is and why he neglected to mention where she worked prior to us getting there. I've never been a prude and never will be and I was actually pretty siked to see a strip club for the first time. Turns out there were two halves to the building. The right side was completely nekkid girls but no alcohol, and the left side was only topless with a full bar. That's where his sister worked. So I meet his sister for the first time and we chat in between her serving drinks and I think she thought I was uncomfortable in my surroundings because she kept refilling my glass and handing me cocktails. I was having fun watching the dancers spin around the pole and give lapdances and all the pretty pink and sparkly lights. Once in a while in between dances, some of the girls would come up to say Hi and flirt with my guy (I didn't care...alcohol and dazzly lights tends to make me ambivalent). Finally about an hour and a half and many many drinks later, the last of the customers had left and they turned the lights on to get ready to close shop.

Some of the girls who were ready to leave came up to the bar to meet my boyfriend and I and after the initial greetings, one of the girls named Candy (I swear I am not making this sh*t up...her REAL name was Candy) came up to me and openly stared. I tried to ignore her for a second but finally I turned to stare right back at her. She finally leaned over and whispered "who's your doctor?" whilst simultaneously poking me in the left boob. Of course alcohol tends to encourage the smart ass in me so I leaned over, poked her in HER left boob and said "GOD".

She laughed her nylon and spandex covered buns off and happily told my bf's sister to get me another shot for the road because I just helped her win a bet. I guess her and a few of the dancers who'd met me in the last hour had a bet going whether I was surgically enhanced or it was just by some freak of nature that a 5ft tall, 110lb Asian girl could really just be that endowed. Once my boyfriend and his sister (who were watching this exchange shocked and clueless) were let in on the joke, they laughed too and deemed it time to get my liquored up self home and in bed. His sister, in the office while getting our luggage said to me "Congratulations, you've just been Bushed by Candy" and handed me an official Bush Co. tank top.

I wore it around the city a couple times while we were touring around. I got some weird looks but I figured it was for the same reason that the strippers were giving me strange looks. It wasn't until a week later when we got home that my boyfriend told me that particular kind of tanktop wasn't for sale and only "official employees" were allowed to have one.

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And I know you guys are all dying to see the shirt so here:

Peruse, ogle, stare, drool...whatever. And please, to those of you who know my parents, they are still under the delusion that this was from an outdoor sporting goods store (tho I don't see how with that naked girl on the side) but I am in no hurry to correct them any time soon.

Update: Stupid iPod! and 200th Post

2009-04-30T13:14:00.001-07:00

Because everyone was so nice about it, and I couldn't answer all 14 of you at once.

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Three hours and 12 minutes later... I finally got all my music, TV shows, Movies, Podcasts back into my iPod.

I'm not even gonna get in to the amount of brain power it took to find all the files (most of them were still in my harddrive) and don't get me started on how many times I had to reauthorize my computer so my iPod can sync because it kept telling me the computer was already authorized you stupid stupid girl!

Ok it didn't actually say "stupid stupid girl" but only because I think it was scared of me. Yeah, that's it.

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You know what else? I just realized this is my 200th Post. And it sucks! *sigh* Maybe for my 300th I can come up with something better. But you know...don't hold your breath.

Anyway, for my 200th post...mini-wave in celebration for me!

Ready everyone?!?!

WHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEE!

WHAT THE!!!!!

YOU! Yes you! *points* You're not allowed to do the wave anymore. EVER!

(p.s. please only watch the first 50 seconds of the video. Do not watch the whole thing...please for the love of God don't watch the whole thing!!!!)

Stupid iPOD!

2009-04-29T19:46:00.000-07:00

So I get home from a very long and uneventful day at work, and all I wanted to do was sync my iPod to my computer to dowload some songs I just purchased and of course, because as it always happens when Im at the end of my patience...

My itunes can't find my stupid library. I double clicked on the icon just like I normally do, then connected my ipod like I normally do and all of a sudden it says this computer isn't authorized for use on my ipod and do I want to erase the ipod to sync it to this one or find a library to use. WTH!?!?! So my options are either downloading and or transferring all 1500 of my songs to a new library again (and I still don't know if I can transfer all the ones I've purchased) or never be able to sync my ipod again?

[INSERT HUGELY SATISFYING CURSEWORD HERE!]

I've never wanted to throw something out the window as much as I do this very second.

---Update: Not only do I have to retransfer all of my music files into iTunes, and redownload all my purchased stuff...but I also have to re-rip all 50+ of my CDs back into iTUNES!!!! ANNNNDDD. If that isn't enought, there's still no guarantee that the next time I try to sync my ipod back to my computer that it will recognize my ipod.

HOLY [BIG CUSSWORD]!

TAG! I'm it!

2009-04-28T17:14:00.000-07:00

Felisa over at Girl Uninterrupted (not to be confused with Girl Interrupted over at A World So Small) has tagged me with a meme. At least I think she did. You don't know any other E's do you Felisa? LMAO!

Anyway, the tagged ones are supposed to put up a recent picture of themselves and she so smartly just tagged the people she knew were not against putting their faces out for the whole blogdom to see. Then, Im supposed to tag other people but the way I see it, if you don't mind having others see your mugg then you would have already done so. How's about if you decide to do this tag then just link it in my blog and we'll call it even?

So here is a recent picture and for my latest video visit my other blog

The Guy Questionnaire

2009-04-28T11:00:00.000-07:00

I like to think of myself as fairly well versed when it comes to those of the opposite sex. Not completely in tune mind you, but familiar with the territory.

(because really, I wouldn't want to be at one with any guy's brain)

(except maybe Albert Einstein, or Shakespeare, or Bill Gates)

(but I digress...)

However, regardless of how well I can navigate around most men's moods and thoughts, I am time and again left wondering at some perplexities of the male mind. I noticed that a good chunk of my readership are married guys...or just guys...or women who are married TO guys. So I implore upon you these burning questions that I've had. Feel free to answer one, some or none. Ask around to your friends ask your husbands and wives and see if they know any more that you or I do.

Here we go:

1) All three of my ex boyfriends (and yes, I only count the three) loved to watch me put on makeup and get dressed and fix my hair. Some of them would literally perch themselves on the bed or the dresser or toilet depending on where I happen to be, and just watch fascinated while I "transform" myself for a special event. Now I don't want to hear any gay jokes because trust me on this, not a single one of them were...but I do want to hear what the big fascination is? I can understand for women why they like to watch my tutorials for tips but why the guys?

2) Be honest! And be anonymous if you want...but how much does a woman's attractiveness/weight/personality factor into how you feel towards her AS A FRIEND. And do these quantifiers change when you are considering a woman as a RELATIONSHIP PROSPECT. Do women really need to worry that much about how they look or should they worry more about how they act.

3) What is the best way for a girl to breakup with a guy. And what is the best way for a guy to breakup with a girl from the guy's perspective. (trust me, I will correct you on this if you are far off the mark)

4) When a bunch of guys are at a crowded urinal...is it really the unwritten guy law that if you can help it, you do not take the urinal in between two other guys? If so, then what's the big deal? Are you afraid that the guy next to you will all of a sudden show you their bits and pieces or are you just scared that curiousity will overtake and you just have to take a peek-sy? What if you really really have to pee?

5) On that same note, why are men so weirded out by the prospect of seeing another dude's things at a urinal or at a locker room (or so I assume) but they're perfectly fine watching some guy's thing and marbles on a porno flick?

6) Raise your hand if you believe that women don't dress or put on makeup for men...they do it for other women.

7) If you can ask a woman any one question and trust that you will get the completely honest, unbiased, so true it hurts answer...but just one question...what would you ask her?

8) Do men really fantasize about a threesome? I mean, really? And is it just fantasy to remain as such or would you guys actually jump at the chance to participate in one? And while we're on the subject, what would you do if your wife or significant other asked you to do one...would you decide differently if you were the one to propose it?

9) Raise your hand if you believe in the phrase "once a cheater always a cheater".

10) And this question is strictly for the guys: how important is your looks to you? We all know that most women tend to obsess about certain things like hair, weight, this little wrinkle there or that little sag there...but what about guys? What is the one thing about your body that you are most insecure about?

If you want to answer these questions on your own blog as opposed to my comments sections then please link the post to this one. Or if you prefer sending me email, you can do that too. And don't forget (shameless self-promotion) to check out a new video on my other blog.

Update: and the football posts start again.

2009-04-25T20:53:00.001-07:00

Dont agree with OT Unger as R2 pick. We need defense. But I guess w/ Houzmanzedeh on board, the Hawks are focused on QB and WR protection. <~E>

------Update: response to Scope's comment.

Ah...I disagree. We needed a WR that's tall enough to catch the ball LOL. So totally high fiving my team for that pick. And I like Dhani Jones of the Bengals (linebacker) even before he had that kick ass show on the Travel Channel.

And Ocho Cinco can go suck it. Him and TO and their big fat poopy heads.

I still wish we got some defensive players on the draft tho. I guess now that a bunch of people are off the injured list this season (ie. Trufant) I just need to cross my fingers it'll be enough to pull us out of the slump.

Could be worse. I could be a Lions fan! Ooooh Snap! ;)

I'm just waiting for another chance to beat the Steelers to a bloody pulp this season.

Whoa! Did I say that out loud?

(watches as my follower list reduces by at least a couple people)

Anybody else saying yay or nay on the draft this year?

2009-04-25T14:07:00.001-07:00

Seahawks 1st round draft pick: linebacker Aaron Curry. NOT QB Sanchez. Should be a good compliment to the team! Good Pick! <~E>

So you wanna feel special!!!

2009-04-23T10:27:00.000-07:00

Blogger buddy Sid over at Verbal Diorrhoea put up a post a few days ago about how excited she was when she received a postcard from another blogger buddy Gwen at Everything I Like Causes Cancer. Apparently, Sid is an avid collector of postcards and had asked for them a while back.

Coinkidinkally, I collect postcards too! Yep, its true. So I offered to send her one if she sent me one in return. Sort of a "Ill show you mine if you show me yours" scenario. I went to the Pike Place Market today with Nerick (from Nerick's Blog) and bought me a crapton of postcards.

(And by a crapton I mean 6)

So I'm putting this out for you all...if you want a postcard from the lovely city of Seattle (don't laugh, it IS lovely...ask Scope! Right Scope?) then email me your address (mutnugget@gmail.com) and I'll send you one. Help me put a dent in this lovely book of stamps I just purchased. In return, all I ask is a postcard back from whatever equally lovely city you reside in, your undying love and devotion, and $100 bucks paypalled to me.

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Ok, ok...I was kidding about the $100 bucks.

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And maybe the undying love and devotion too.

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But I WAS NOT lying about the postcards.

Oh and also, blogger buddy Trooper Thorn at Dogs and Jeans has issued a challenge to Ashton Kutcher. First one to gain 100 new blog followers will have to give $100 dollars to Unicef. Help a brother out will ya?

[Shameless self-promotion: new video posted at my other blog Just Another Beauty Blog...you get to hear my squeeky voice and my ghetto fab accent...or do you???]

Interview Meme

2009-04-20T02:11:00.001-07:00

Interview Meme

Rules: well obviously you have to answer these questions. Then tag 5 others to do the meme. Simple right? Well get to it then!

1) Everybody has an embarassing quirk or hobby or nervous twitch. What is yours?

I'm a compulsive split-end hunter. This is why I like to keep my hair super long. It's easier to scope out the ends when you can pull them around to see.

2) What is your favorite book? And I don't want to hear "Wuthering Heights" or "the works of William Shakespeare". Really. Honestly. What is your FAVORITE book?

Ok ok you got me. The one book I will never be tired of reading is Heartbreaker by Julie Garwood. Actually, almost anything by Julie Garwood. Damn you for making me tell the truth!

3) Everyone is related to a celebrety. 6 degrees of separation! Who is your famous or faux-mous relation?

First of all it's celebrIty...and who the heck came up with the term faux-mous? Anyway, if we're just going with local celebrities or otherwise well known individuals then I guess I'd go with my aunt. She was a former Miss Washington and finished in the top 5 in that year's Miss America. And no, I don't look anything like her.

4) How did you come up with your Blog name?

My first name starts with the letter E...and it's really hard to pronounce right if you haven't heard it spoken before so I've been going by E for a while. And at the time I was thinking of a blog name, I was reading this book where one of the lines was "and he made waves in the art world, deconstructing all norms and expectations and redefining what it means to be an artist". I guess it spoke to me. Hence E-Deconstructed.

5) What color are you?

I'm kind of a peachy gold color with a bit of very light tan thrown in. Actually I guess since I'm more peach than gold I'd be a goldish peach. Like if French Bread and Whole Wheat Bread got married and had a baby, then you took that baby and cut it in half and spread some honey butter on it...that's what color I am. Trust me on this.

6) Do news anchors on TV wear pants under their desks?

I would like to think they do. Because otherwise...ew!

7) When you are having a particularly crappy day, what song do you turn to on your iPod (or other such music player)?

Depends on why I'm having a crappy day. If I had a bad day at work and having thoughts of going postal on my coworkers: Lay Down by Priestess. If it's a guy issue: Fighter by Christina Aguilera, I shoulda been more like that by Miranda Lambert. etc etc. too lazy to go thru my playlist right now.

8) Guy question: When men go pee at a crowded urinal and accidentally see their neighbors junk, what do you think goes thru their minds?

Well, if I was a guy I'd probably compare and contrast. Then have myself a hearty guffaw because I'd surely be better endowed than the next guy (hey, it's my imagination!). Then I'd promptly erase all traces of the guy's private bits from my memory and forget it ever happened.

9) Girl question: Why is a AA bra cup size smaller than an A, but a DD is bigger than a D?

Uhm...well...ahhh... Crap. I have no idea!

10) What came first, the chicken or the egg?

Since you didn't specify what came first the chicken or the chicken egg...then Ill say the egg. This is me being incorrigible. You're welcome.

A little bit of this, and a little bit of that.

2009-04-19T23:17:00.000-07:00

1) I've decided that rather than posting a bunch of makeup videos on this blog, that I'd just go ahead and start a new one to save all of you (and by all of you, I mean the men) the hassle of having to skip my blog when you see a vid posted. You're welcome. To the rest of you, here is the new link: http://beautykindnessstrength.blogspot.com/

TexiLexi78, if you are reading this, the tutorial you requested for your super hot date this weekend has already been posted! :) Tell your friends...tell your enemies...Enjoy the video.

2) I've noticed some new commenters on my blog and if this applies to you, won't you please hit that little "follow" button on the side there so I know who you are?!?! Thanks a bunch.

3) Shout out to Candy's Daily Dandy and to That Blue Yak! Go read their blogs. Good as gold they both are!

4) Lastly, an update to my last post. I saw the dog again today. And this time I followed it. Yes, I FOLLOWED it, from a discrete and safe distance. And I followed it straight to its home which...get this...turns out to be my next door-ish neighbors. Yeah. Kind of anti-climactic.

I guess the dog is old but friendly and quiet and it has made friends with some of the kids and people around the neighborhood. So every few days or so the owners let it out and it goes for a walk and visit! And it always comes back home after a few hours. His name is Piko and I asked my neighbors if they mind me coming around and playing with him once in a while and they said that after a couple visits, more than likely Piko will come barking at my door on his weekly rounds to say HI! Sweet!!!!

Moral Dilemma

2009-04-16T12:53:00.001-07:00

Before I start on my post for the day, can I just say that since my last video how to was apparently such a great hit, I'm thinking of doing one once a week. Or maybe once every 10 days...depending on my lazyness factor and if I have time. So for those of you who liked the tutorial, check back every few days for new ones.

And for my loyal followers, NO this is not gonna turn into some girly chic blog LOL. Well, at least not everyday!

On to the real topic at hand.

Now that the weather is getting nice (or should I say NICE-ER for Seattle) I've been jogging outside instead of the treadmill. I have seen this dog walking around the same area of my neighborhood maybe 5 times already and everytime I see him (or her) I haven't been close enough to see if it had a collar. Even though it looks pretty well fed and fluffy (yes, I use "fluffy" as an indication of good health...applies to dogs, cats, babies and people) it's always walking around so dejected looking. I don't know if it's lost, homeless or just old.

I was walking to the store yesterday and it was there again! I ran back home and ran back with a camera to take a pic and thankfully it was in the same spot.

So I'm thinking my options are this:

1) Take it home with me and love it forever. It looks like a Husky or possibly an Alaskan Malamute?

2) Call the owners.

3) Call the pound.

Now here's my problem. All of these options rely on me getting close enough to see if it has a collar or to look for a chip under the skin. If I knew for sure it was a friendly dog I wouldn't mind calling to it, or running right up to it...I've had dogs before and I'm not scared of them. OR...In my quest to be all PETA, get bitten, get rabies, and die a painful death.

Anyone?

HOW TO: Episode 1

2009-04-15T13:38:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine was attending a wedding in Colorado last month and normally when she has a special event to attend, I would do her makeup. Now that I think about it, I have several friends who have me do their makeup for them when an event comes around. Hmmm...

Anyway, since this time around, I won't be able to travel to Denver with her (much as I would have loved to) I had her come over a week before she left to do the makeup on her. Then as an added bonus, I packaged up all the makeup I used and this video I made for her to take. I know, I'm an awesome friend! :) And she said it was ok for me to tell you that yes, she really is that defective when putting on makeup that she needed me to do a video for her to follow. I thought it would be fun to post it here so I re-edited it and cut in some extras and other stuff....

Before you guys (or girls, since I don't think many guys would watch this) say anything: 1) Sorry for the wife beater...I had just woken up and did this video before I had to go to work, 2) No, I do not wear this much makeup, nor do I spend this much time on my face on a daily basis. This was for a special occasion. 3) If I ever decide to do something like this again, Ill have to find better lighting...you can barely see the makeup colors and it looks like Im addicted to faking and baking. It really does look better in person And 4) I don't want to hear anything about how makeup hides the natural beauty and no makeup is better. To each his or her own right!?! :)

That said, please enjoy!

Just consider it a mental upchuck [Part VII]

2009-04-13T08:30:00.000-07:00

So I'm back...and I'd like to say better than ever, but I think I'll just go with "well rested" :) Hope you all had a fulfilling Lenten Season and a great Easter! I've missed you all but not nearly as much as you've missed me!
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Wait! I meant, you know...I've missed you AS MUCH AS IF NOT MORE THAN you've missed me.
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Right. Anyhoo, I know this post isn't up to my usual standards but I've been out of practice so bear with me! :)

Part VII: Pain for Pain and other stupid ideas...

From the moment I turned 18 (and truthfully, even before then), I wanted...nay, yearned for a tattoo. Because it's a cool thing to have (or so I thought at the time, and still do) and because I wanted so badly to rebel against the goody two shoe nerd image that I've unfortunately embodied my whole life. To my credit however, I didn't want to just waltz up to a tattoo studio, pick a stupid design off a wall and end up regretting something for the rest of my life. Besides, if I was going to put myself thru GAD-awful pain, then it better be worth it!

As it turns out, I never could decide on a single design or color or placement so even though I had a few designs I'd tinker with now and again, the whole tattoo event was put on the back burner. Fast forward 5 years and I was dating a guy with a few tattoos. Seeing his artwork made me dust off the old drawings and doodles and earnestly begin working on them again. I was not and am not a great artist, but I forced myself to draw my own tat since I figured that way it would mean more in the long run. When I finally settled on a design, I (on another brilliant moment of absolute wisdom) decided to take the picture, stick it on a wall, and make myself wait another few months before getting it. To make sure that me staring at it day after day didn't make me change my mind or get sick of the design.

Fast forward another 4 months and my boyfriend broke up with me...broke my heart and all that. During one of those nights at the beginning of the breakup, my sleep deprived and tear clogged brain came up with a theory. Not a brilliant theory...so don't judge me! Anyway, I came up with this theory that the only way to get myself thru the emotional and mental pain was to cause myself physical pain to take its place.

...ok, don't panic! I didn't want to start cutting myself or anything like that. Rather I figured, what better time to get a tattoo than now! At the same time that my brain was coming up with the whole Pain for Pain theory, one thought lead to another that lead to another. I told myself that other women have gone thru this same pain before and lived thru it, among them both my grandmothers and my mom. If they were strong enough then darnit so am I. In fact, the women in my life are the strongest, toughest, badasses I know so what better way to honor their strength than to permanently etch their names into my back for all of eternity!

So I hauled myself out of bed at 3am, modified my design to include both grandmothers' and my mother's names and reminded myself to call my tattoo artist the next morning before finally passing out. In another stroke of luck (or fate...), a friend of mine called me up the next day because he wanted to see his friend about refreshing his tattoo and wanted to know if I could come along. I said sure! His friend just happened to own a tattoo parlor and after politely asking him (and doing some gratuitous eyelash-batting) I convinced him to do mine without an appointment and for a huge friends and family discount! 45 minutes, 2 extra strength ibuprofen, and a LOT of hand gripping and teeth clenching later, I had my first tattoo.

Even though the circumstances surrounding the event were a little strange, I have never regretted my final design decision for a moment. Not only did I inadvertently end up honoring the best people in my life in a unique way but as a bonus my mom couldn't really get too mad at me since I went thru pain to immortalize her in a way no else would.

Now if I could only claim the same amount of brilliance and fate intervention about my second one...

But that's a story for a different day!

(Names have been blacked out for privacy reasons...but they're there!)

Where am I?

2009-03-04T02:06:00.000-08:00

Taking a temporary respite from the blogger world in order to spend more time doing other things for the Lenten season.

You can still email me (please do! I welcome it!) but posting will be extremely sporadic and I have not read anybody's blog in a couple weeks. Fear not, I still love all of you, I just love Jesus more!

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HAHAHAH....ok that was a joke people! Get over it! I do love my man JC but you know...I was just being funny.

Anyway, don't desert me dear loved ones! I will be back to you all soon. I can't wait to read everyone's blogs and leave my comments again.

Lots of love, hugs, and smooches!
~E

Just consider it a mental upchuck [Part VI]

2009-02-26T21:45:00.000-08:00

A collection of stories that I've been meaning to write about, or that other people have told me I should post, or that I've recently just remembered...all here for your reading pleasure.

Part VI: Smells Like Happy

Smells can trigger just as much memory and emotion as sights and sounds. Sometimes even more so. Some smells can trigger anxiety, depression, sadness. Maybe the smell of the perfume of a lost love... or the coffee that a relative used to drink. Some people love certain smells because they remind them of home...or of a place they have been on vacation...or a favorite food.

This is the story of two of my most favorite scents.

From the time I was 3 to the time I was 8, my mother owned her own dental practice. Her clinic was located exactly halfway between my elementary school and our home. Everyday after school, my nanny would pick me up and drop me off at my mom's and we would wait there until my dad picked us both up after work and took us home. I remember every afternoon being driven to the clinic and regardless of whether my mom had a patient in the chair at the time, she would always come out to the reception area and give me a hug and she would always smell like her favorite perfume mixed with "dentist". She would walk me to the very last room, give me some water and hand me my blanket (which was conveniently stored along with some books and videos in her office). I would crawl up on the big dentists chair as my mom lowered the back rest and I would take my afternoon nap right there. In the dark while my mother worked in the next room, the sound of the vents running...the buzz of her instruments, and her voice as she talked to her patients would lull me to sleep. When I woke up, she or one of her assistants would take me to the office and I would read or do homework untill my dad came and got us.

Even now the smell of the antisceptics and the recycled air of a dental clinic reminds me of childhood. Even the sounds of the drills and random other machines running feels welcoming to me. My mother is still my dentist and everytime I see her for an appointment I always make it a point to give her a big hug before I sit down. If anyone ever asks me to name a smell guaranteed to make me feel completely relaxed and at easeit would be this: Donna Karan Cashmere Mist and tooth polish and fluoride Gels...better than Novacaine!

My Mommy and Me

Random Hilarity

2009-02-18T11:00:00.000-08:00

1) My mother is a Dentist. Not only that but she teaches Dental Anatomy and Histology. BUT, her nickname at work and at school?? "CANDY".

2) A coworker and I witness a speeding Corvette get pulled over by a cop in front of our work. The cop lets the guy go with a warning because he noticed that his cruiser, and the guy's Corvette is blocking the path of a gigantic Budweiser truck trying to get out of the parking lot. The quote of the day uttered by said coworker..."Getting saved by beer while you're driving rarely ever happens."

3) A lab technician in the place I used to work at came in with a cold one day. As he was looking over another lab tech's shoulder as she meticulously inoculated some petri dishes, he sneezed all over her counter. What came out of his mouth next?? "Dammit, I've gone and infected the virus"

4) A friend's mom (and yes, you know who you are!) adopted a Daschund from a local pound. When asked what made her choose that dog over all the others, she said (as she snuggled and kissed the pooch) "because he looks just like a sausage and Mommy loves her big brown sausages"

5) And finally, two quotes from the great Jack Handy...

"If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did"

"I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world because they'd never expect it."

Man Crush

2009-02-17T11:00:00.000-08:00

Amanda, my dear...this one's for you!

Mike Rowe

Who doesn't love a man who likes to get dirty?

And look DAMN good doing it?!?!

I know he is 20+ years older than me, but all I'm saying is...If he showed up at my door right now and said to me (in that lovely lovely voice) "run away with me!" I would whole heartedly say "HELL YEAH! let's go!"

Catch him tonight: Dirty Jobs on the Discovery Channel, at 9pm

Letters to Inanimate Social Constructs [Valentine's Day Edition]

2009-02-13T08:30:00.000-08:00

Dear Valentines Day,

Hey...Remember me? Nah, you probably don't. The last time I gladly celebrated you was...geez, about 20 years ago! Long time, no see! And no, I don't count 2006 because the poor guy wasn't warned and shame on you for sucking him in with all your pink and red heart-shaped nonsense!

Oh, lovely Valentines Day...I know it's not your intention to make me feel like crap every year. I know this. And I know it's not your fault that you started out a celebration for a number of saints who had nothing to do with love but then ended up being the greeting card holiday you are now. I know it was never your dream to become a marketing tool for retailers to sell unsuspecting people all sorts of useless trinkets and baubles, and flowers (that die) and candy (that make you fat).

I know that millions of people worldwide celebrate you fondly and that you mark a day full of love for couples all over. I don't begrudge them that. Really I don't! In fact if you were the one day in the year where guys think to give their women lovely gifts, and where women bestow their love upon their men...then heck! More power to you!

Some people call you "Singles Awareness Day" but it's not because I'm single that I refuse to bow down to your charms...this is the first time since I was 18 where I didn't have a Valentine to call my own. Well, you were there! You would know! It's not even because I believe that there shouldn't be just a single day when love between couples should be honored. Some people need a reminder not to take their lovers forgranted and this serves as a great one every year. No...it's not any of those reasons Valentine, as you are well aware I've got my own.

I know all this my sweet, sweet Valentine's Day, but yet, I can't help but hate you. Hate you with as much intensity as my tiny beating heart can muster. I know that every year I usually pretend you don't exist. As much as you can pretend an elephant in the room doesn't exist. But this year my dear Valentine! This year is different. This year I will be saved from the dread and guilt of having to tell my significant other not to get me flowers or cards or pretend to give me an early President's Day gift. I am saved from having to see their dejected and beaten looks of sadness and surprise when I ask them to please not wish me a Happy Valentines Day. For that reason alone, this year I will acknowledge that you are upon us. Even give you your own little shout out on this humble little blog.

This year I will gladly and without anxiety watch you approach and even more gladly and enthusiastically wave you goodbye.

When the day comes to an end dear lovely Valentine's Day, I will bid you a warm farewell and see you next year. And, Valentine??? Please don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!

What's in the BAG!?!?

2009-02-11T19:41:00.001-08:00

I wasn't gonna do this, but after seeing everyone's cute little purses and all the personal stuff that's inside I wanted to show everyone what I haul around with me on a daily basis. And by haul I really do mean HAUL!

Here are the rules:

1. Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you can't go into your closet and pull out your favorite purse! We want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house.

2. List how much it cost. And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, we’d love to hear it.

3. Tag some chicks--or dudes if you prefer. And link back to this post so people know why the heck you’re showing everyone your bag.

Ok. So what do I carry around with me on a daily basis? Gym bag, Lap top bag, and purse. These are what I used today. But generally it's what I carry around everyday, not all at once but they do all get used at least once in every 24 hour period.

My laptop bag I got for maybe $50 I think. But it was like 2 years ago so I don't really remember. As for what's inside: Laptop (which I'm typing on right now), various other documents and paperwork and files and folders, pens, a couple back up discs, two flashdrives, etc etc...boring work stuff.

My gym bag/backpack is from NorthFace. I got it on sale for way less than the retail, which I googled to be $120. Inside: towel (not pictured), two waterbottles (not pictured), deodorant and various pain pills and toiletries (in the orange bag), Victoria Secret: Love Spell spray (because I do NOT shower at the gym but don't want to smell like sweat on the ride home), two 1lb weights, gym clothes, gym shoes (Nike Shox).

My purse was a gift so I don't know how much it cost. Inside: wallet, phone, two tubes of red lipstick, one tube of KissMyFace lip balm, one tube of pink lipgloss, business card holder (the pink thing with the heart on it), face powder, brush, ipod, camera (in the blue pouch) and keys.

Alright, I tag:

Unbearable Banishment, Amanda (aka Dogtag Diva), Nerick, Cora, and Candy, Words, Felisa, and Fancy!!!

Wordless Wednesday

2009-02-11T15:24:00.000-08:00

...kinda

...received from the lovely Expat.

Tova's Totally Awkward Tuesdays

2009-02-10T16:00:00.000-08:00

I just started following Tova Darling's Blog, and she has this weekly topic going called Totally Awkward Tuesdays. If you didn't get that by my post title then you are SO fired!

Here's my first crack at it! Enjoy!

Remember that book called "Are you there God, It's me Margaret!"?

No? Well, you must be a guy then because most women my age or thereabouts will remember reading this Judy Blume masterpiece, but if you still don't know what I'm talking about let me give you a VERY brief synopsis: The book is about a girl going thru puberty and much to her dissapointment...her little girly bags are somewhat delayed in transit (if you know what I mean).

When my friends and I read that book, I was about 10 years old and whilst my little girl friends could totally relate to the character, I had the complete opposite problem. I, much to MY dissapointment, had developed early. Really, really early. If that wasn't bad enough, I didn't stop developing until I was 18.

It sucked monkey balls!

My mother who witnessed all the awkwardness thought she'd be helpful one day by telling me a story about my aunt. Auntie N, she said, had the same problem when she was younger and she was so ashamed and embarassed about her condition that she even went so far as to tie her lady muffins down with a scarf everyday to go to school. I'm sure in my mother's convuluted way of thinking she meant to tell that story as a way of saying "be proud of what you have" but my little brain took it as "hint hint hint! here's what you can do!"

So the next day...gym day at school...I stole a bunch of my brother's sports bindings and tied myself up with it. I used a few old safety pins from my grandmother's sewing kit to "securely" fasten them and off I went. Gym class came and I locked myself up in a bathroom stall so I could change without any witness. Everything was fine and dandy till we all lined up to play basketball. Apparently the up and down motion of the arms was too much for the poor little safety pins to handle and eventually one worked itself open and started jabbing me repeatedly in the side. When we were finally allowed to go back into the locker rooms, I ran ahead of the pack and in my haste to stop the bleeding that I was sure must have been happening, I completely forgot about the miles of tan elastic I had wrapped myself in and whipped off my shirt in front of 20 mean, snide, snivelling, stuck up, jealous little wanktards...I mean -->girls.

After the laugher (theirs, definitely not mine) had subsided, I finished changing and left. The next day at school I found out that some of the girls (I don't know who...but if I ever find out...VENGENCE!) had spread rumors about me and how I was "recovering from a boob job and was all bandaged up" in gym. For the rest of the year I was faced with the dilemma of either stop binding myself which would make them think that I definitely had the procedure done, or keep binding myself which would make them think that I definitely had the procedure done.

Awkward? Totally!

In the News

2009-02-10T06:55:00.000-08:00

Have you all heard about that woman who recently gave birth to octuplets? I guess she's been all over the news lately, and I didn't know anything about it until I turned on the TV last night and a preview of her first interview was on. It was interesting so I googled her (yes, I googled) and what I read just about floored me.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but from what I gathered she is 33 years old...she doesn't work as far as I can tell, but is in school to get her Master's degree...she still lives at home with her mother...doesn't have a husband or significant other (not that I think you need a guy around to raise kids...but octuplets!?!?)...already has 6 other children. That's right, you heard me. SIX OTHER KIDS! And get this, her oldest child is 7! For a grand total of 14 children all under the age of 8, including 8 children who are newborns.

...have you caught up to my shock yet? Go ahead, I'll wait!

Don't get me wrong...I'm as open minded as anyone and I fully understand the appeal of a large family. My dad is the third youngest in a family of 12! But to have that many children with no viable means to support yourself much less the entire brood, is just crazy! Not to mention the fact that she admitted to having the children as a means to combat depression and to fulfill feelings of dysfunction and predictability she had while growing up. Now, I ask you, are those any reasons to have babies? I don't think so.

My concern is wholly for the children as I feel that their mother's "desire for a large family" will negatively affect their futures. It's one thing to have many kids (spaced out) as long as you have the means to adequately care and provide for them. But it's a completely different story when you can't even afford to keep your existing children on your own and then decide to go into a fertility clinic with an intent to have more. I, of course do not necessarily condone "reducing" the amount of viable embryos. If it was me and they told me I had 8 healthy embryos and then asked if I wanted to get rid of some, I probably would not. But neither do I condone going in for more when you already have 6 at home to begin with. I don't think it's right to abuse the system for your own psychiatric needs when there are so many out there struggling to have children or struggling to provide for their existing ones.

I don't know what else to say. This was one of those conversations/discussions I was having with myself, before I decided to blog about it and open up a topic with you all. I know I'm probably going to get some flak from some of you about my views but I welcome a healthy debate if it comes down to it.

What do you guys think? Is it a matter of to each his own and should she have been allowed to keep having babies and to live life as she wants? Or should she have been stopped before her recent brood of 8 were conceived?

Man Crush...

2009-02-09T00:21:00.000-08:00

Vin Diesel

And do I care that there's rumors going around that he is gay?? Nope...not a single bit! As I told my buddy Words, he doesn't have to be attracted to women to look that damn good. Oh, and by the way Expat...this just goes to show it's not only the Scandinavians I'm attracted to. I *heart* all kinds.

For those of you (women mostly...and some guys too I guess *wink wink nudge nudge*) I know for a fact that in the greater Seattle area there roams a dude who looks 90% like the guy pictured above. From the bald head to the latte colored skin to the mus-cles! How do I know this?? Because I work with the guy. However, unlike the guy pictured below, my coworker is very happily married to a very lovely woman.

Oh well, look but no touch! :)

25 Things...

2009-02-08T19:05:00.000-08:00

Ok...I have officially been tagged by 5 people, across 2 different online groups (blogger and facebook) to do this meme. So, to Gi-squared, Kate, Angela, Daryl, and Wicked Mr. J...Are you guys happy now?

And because I normally don't do these things, I refuse to tag anyone else to do it. But if you are short on blog ideas and decide to post 25 things about you, attach a link to your post and/or say so in my comments and Ill snoop around all your personal facts too! Oh, P.S. before you ask, yes...I did steal some of these from my Honest Scrap blog post from a while back.

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Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose up to 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

1. I can't relax at home in outside clothes (ie. jeans or work clothes). If I'm gonna be home for longer than a couple hours, I'll change into sweats and a t-shirt.

2. I can't sleep with my closet door open, or my bedroom door open, or any of my drawers not shut. They don't even have to be all the way open, just slightly ajar bugs me. It's not that I think some boogeyman is gonna get me...ok, I lie...I do think the boogeyman is out to get me, and yes, I am SURE all that stands between a peacefull night sleep and death is the 3 inches between my sliding closet door and the wall.

3. I'm a compulsive procrastinator...I'll tell you about it later.

4. When I have a problem or issue I want to work out, and there's no one else to talk to...sometimes I talk to myself. I mean I actually have drawn out conversations with myself in my head. I don't even pretend to speak as another person. Nope, it's just me and me...chatting it up.

5. I was born in the Philippines and I didn't move to Seattle till I was 9. I don't think I have an accent but sometimes I catch myself saying words wrong when I'm mad or not paying attention.

6. I hate it when people call me "cute". Cute is for puppies and little girls with blonde ringlets. What I am is "adorable".

7. I have found that I'm completely ok with disecting dogs, cats, pigs, birds, fish, human parts...anything with bones. But ask me to cut open a worm or caterpillar and I turn green and get nauseaus.

8. I secretly wish that I could sing.

9. I laugh like a ten year old boy when things blow up, or people get hit or fall down. This is why I'd make a great addition to MythBusters.

10. If you turn on my ipod, you'll hear anything from classical, to musicals, to pop, folk, heavy metal, country, rap and everything else in between.

11. I am practically blind...everything past 5 feet away from me is blurry, but I hate wearing glasses and I can't wear contacts. I only wear glasses when Im driving or watching a movie or tv.

12. My first name was an accident. My mother wanted to name me Anna or Odina, but they misspelled it on the birth certificate. My parents liked it and kept it. When I was in high school I looked it up and found out that it is the name of a village in Oppland, Norway.

13. If I had to eat only one kind of food everyday for the rest of my life, I'd pick sushi.

14. I HATE DRIVING. I really really do. I didn't get my license untill I was in my 20s and even then Im still really defective. Not a month goes by that I don't come home with a scratch on my car or a dent somewhere or without almost running someone over.

15. I love scented candles. At any one time (like right now) I've got 3 different ones in my bedroom, another one in the bathroom, and a couple in the kitchen. I pick and choose which scent to light based on my mood.

16. I was in pageants when I was younger. And I won too! I was adorable. Don't judge me!

17. I love to sleep. My healthy record (as opposed to my record of longest time asleep when I was sick) is 17 hours. And it was lovely.

18. I have a ginormous extended family. HUGE! My mom is the middle of 7 girls. My dad is one of 4. My step-dad is the tenth of 12 kids. At last count, I have more than 40 cousins.

19. I have a weakness when it comes to guys. Other than the cute face/hot bod thing, I really really love pretty eyes. One of my exes has these light brown eyes that turn into gold in the sun. *sigh* damn, pretty boys anyway!

20. Despite only being 5ft tall in bare feet, I seem to like dating tall guys. Out of the 7 I count, 4 were over 6ft.

21. I love to cook. And I'm damn good at it! And I love to bake things too... And no, cooking and baking are not the same thing.

22. I love to eat but my metabolism blows. If I didn't work out as much as I do, I'd weigh 300 pounds. 5ft tall and 300 pounds. I'd look like that blueberry girl from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

23. I have an unhealthy attachment to my laptop and my phone. If ever my house catches on fire and I can only take two things with me (not including family, friends, and pets of course) I'd pick Fluffy the laptop and Greenie the phone.

24. Even though I'm a realist, and I've been jaded towards love more than once...I still believe in the whole "one true love"/"happily ever after" thing.

25. I love to laugh. Really love to laugh. Jokes, funny videos, stories...anything and everything is welcome. And screw the little lady like giggles. If you've never had a snorting full bodied guffaw then you've never really lived. (P.S. I think Eddie Murphy's Donkey in Shrek is genius on a stick!)

I know, I've sold out!

2009-02-07T22:10:00.000-08:00

But I'm bored and got tagged. And it would be rude not to respond. Right?

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What does your music library say about you?

1) Put your IPod (or other music playing device) on Shuffle.
2) For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3) You must write down the name of the song and a sample lyric for those of us with differing musical tastes.

-What do your friends think of you?
"Trust Me" --The Fray
(If I say who I know, it just goes to show. You need me less than I need you.)

-If someone asks you if you're ok, you say?
"Forever" --Chris Brown
(Hey! It's you and me, moving at the speed of light into eternity. Tonight is the night to join me in the middle of ecstasy)

-How would you describe yourself?
"Rehab" --Amy Winehouse
(They tried to make me go to rehab but I said NO NO NO)

-What do you like in a guy/girl?
"Look After You" --The Fray
(If I don't say this now, I would surely break. Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait. My heart has started to seperate)

-How do you feel today?
"Eyes Like Yours" --Shakira
(Come from Bahrain, got to Beirut looking for someone comparing to you. Tearing down windows and doors but I could not find eyes like yours)

-What is your life's purpose?
"Living Life" --Eels
(Hold me like a mother would. Although tomorrow, it don't look that good. This is life and everything's alright...living in living in living life)

-What is your motto?
"White Horse" --Taylor Swift
(Say your sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. And I pace back and forth all this time cuz I honestly believed in you)

-What do you think about very often?
"Love in this Club" --Usher feat. Beyonce remix
(If I walk away and just let you leave, you'll be stuck in my head just like a memory. You must be crazy, I got a man, you got a lady. But you decided to be here with me)

-What do you want to be when you grow up?
"Miss Independent" --Ne-Yo
(Oh there's something about the way she moves. I can't figure it out. There's something about her)

-What do you think of your best friend?
"Whatta Man" --Salt n Pepa
(whatta man whatta man whatta man, whatta mighty good man)

[LMAO... Mr. A, are you reading this?]

-What do you think of that boy/girl you like?
"Objection" --Shakira
(Its not her fault that she's so irresistable. But all the damage she's done is invincible. Every 20 seconds you repeat her name. But when it comes to me, you don't care if Im alive or dead. I love you for free but I'm not your mother)

[Sigh...so true so true!]

-What is your life story?
"Can't catch tomorrow" --Lost Prophets
(Im sure I've seen this look before...how many lies has he told this time, how many times did he cross the line)

-What will you dance to at your wedding?
"Wait For You" --Elliot Yamin
(I never felt nothing in the world like this before, now Im missing you wishing you would come back in thru the door. Baby I will wait for you. Cuz I don't know what else I can do.)

[Man! That's depressing!]

-What will they play at your funeral?
"Nothing Good About Goodbye" --Hinder
(Rolled my sleeves back down today cuz I thought the bitch was over. But everytime I try to cut the cord, you come crawling back with some excuse over something)

-What is your hobby/interest?
"Bed" --J. Holiday feat. Plies
(I love it, you love it, everytime we touchin. Wanna put my fingers thru your hair, wrap me up in your legs, and love you till your eyes roll back. Im tryin to put you to bed.)

[I plead the 5th]

-What is your biggest fear?
"Far Behind" --Candlebox
(Now maybe I did not mean to treat you bad, but I did anyway.)

-What is your biggest secret?
"Summer: Concerto 23 in G minor, Allegro non molto" --Antonio Vivaldi
(Instrumental)

[Damn Right! And it'll stay a secret!]

It's gonna be one of those nights.

2009-02-07T00:37:00.001-08:00

Do you ever have one of those days...or I guess in this case, one of those nights, where there isn't really anything wrong. Everything is calm, everything is for the most part as it should be. But for some reason you have the overwhelming need to just sit in a hot shower, or bury your head under your pillow and cry your guts out?

My therapist says it's like an emotional spring cleaning. That sometimes you have all of these thoughts or issues or niggly little doubts that you build up. Things that you set aside or shove in a random corner when it comes up so you can go about your day as normally as possible. After a while it backs up in your head or in your heart and you just have to clear it out. Analyze each piece and put it in it's proper place. Some people cry, some people run or work out till they're so tired they can't see straight, others take care of it in their own way. I guess I'm one of those people who cry.

I'm pretty sure I know what triggered this most recent cleaning jag, just as I know that I'll be fine once all my little thoughts are put away where they should be.

"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived."
--Margaret Mitchell

2009-02-04T15:18:00.001-08:00

Again, from my lovely Expat! It's embarassing really, how much she adores me. But don't let my embarassment stop you! Adore away! I'll get over it! :)

The fine print:1. Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who granted it to you, along with his/her blog link.2. Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you feel are worthy of this recognition. Remember to contact each of them to let them know they have been chosen as recipients.

This award acknowledges the values that every Blogger displays in their effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values with each message they write. Awards like this have been created with the intention of promoting community among Bloggers. It's a way to show appreciation and gratitude for work that adds value to the Web.

--Ok, I follow alot of blogs. ALOT. But although I can give the "Funny Blog" or "Super Entertainment" awards to most of them, I can only really think of a few blogs that I can give this award to. Fear not all, I still love you! But here are the blogs I think deserves this award:

1) The Indefatigable Mjenks at A Crown of Thistles

2) Gwen at Everything I Like Causes Cancer

3) Fancy at Fancy Schmancy

4) ..::C::.. at Life on the Crawl

5) Skyler's Dad at Somedays It's Not Worth Chewing Thru The Leather Straps

6) Some Guy at Some Guy's Blog

7) The Unbearable Banishment at The Unbearable Banishment

8) Felisa at This Is The Story Of A Girl

9) Words Words Words at The Untitled Blogger Project

Wow! It was harder to pick and choose from my awesome blogroll than I thought. But I did it! Go enjoy yourselves!

My goal...

2009-02-04T02:30:00.001-08:00

...is to post my 200th blog on my birthday.

That gives me 25 blogs to post (not including this one) in 51 days.

No more slacking allowed.

*E* Deconstructed