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Oct 11, 2009

Who are YOU to tell me?!

[* All persons' names in this post have NOT been changed.]

At a club in Hawaii, my cousin introduced me to some of his friends and one of them was named *Laura. I'm not even trying to keep this shit a secret and I really don't give a fuck. She was unusually overly, ass-kissin' nice to me in the beginning which I thought was really weird but didn't mind. Then towards the end of the night this was the convo that went down between us:
L: Where's your husband?
G: Husband? Naw, he's not my husband, he's my boyfriend.
L: Good!! He's ugly!
G: WHAT?! [in complete shock]
L: I mean, you deserve better! You're so pretty!
G: I'm happy!!!
L: I know you're happy but there's many more fishes in the sea!
WTF RIGHT?!

I was fkn pissed I wanted to clock her monstrous face but was too appalled by the whole thing. I walked right outta there before I get myself kicked out. This fkn bitch. I mean, how can you or anyone of the matter talk to anyone like that?! I just met this beezy! And isn't she supposed to be nice to me, or at least respect me?... because I'm the cousin of one of her so called "homies?!" Who are YOU to tell me about my life?! She don't know the shit I've been through. And most importantly, she don't know how fkn GREAT the BF and I are! This gold-diggin' bitch needs to shut the fuck up. Some girls are just really dumb. No respect at all! And she complained about not having a boyfriend ... I now know why!! Girls like her have a lot of learning to do and I feel like it's gonna be for a loooooooong time for her.

So what, my boyfriend doesn't look exactly like Brad Pitt, Allen Iverson, LL Cool J, or even Edward Cullen. He is MY Brad, MY Allen, MY LL, and MY Edward all in one. I've learned that it really isn't completely all about the looks! I mean, yes, there HAS to be physical attraction mixed in the chemistry because I personally don't think I can look at Shrek or Shaq every waking day of my life, let alone nekkid. Eww. But if Brad, Allen, LL, or Edward was a cocky self centered jackass that has pleasure being an abuser, then I'd rather live without the blood sucking, hot body, and cute face.

What makes the bf flammin' hot is not only does he have lips like LL or that he IS handsome with the perfect set of "fuck me" pelvic muscles, but he also has a heart of gold. He is the most genuine and sincere person I have ever met. He's polite yet easy and fun to get along with. He makes me laugh until I cry and wipes my tears when I'm sad. I am ME when I'm with him and loves me for me even at my worst. He is a manly man but also the most hopeless romantic. He respects me as well as himself. He's a gentleman and takes care of me even though I am the cougar.

So don't tell me I deserve better... when what I have is THE BEST.

[ps. this beezy's ex was ugly anyway, so her opinion as no credibility. hah.]

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Jul 17, 2009

Get the F*ck Outta Here

Dear Happy-tarded,

We know you hate the world. We know how much you hate school. We know how bad you hate your job or your boss. We know you how many times you tweet "fml." We know how much of a bitch she is or how big of an asshole he was to you. We know you hate where you live. So shut the fuck up already.

People who complain way too much or are over critical or negative all the time irritates the shit outta me. It's one of my biggest pet peeves! Seriously! I mean, why can't people just be happy? Why can't people just look at the brighter things in life? Why can't people make the best of what they got? I know we all shouldn't just settle or be content with what we have because we have the possibility to thrive for more! But why can't you temporarily be content in hopes to achieve something greater for the future? Because last I heard, complaining won't give you anything but wrinkles, gray hair, and a high blood pressure.

What triggered me to all this rant? One example, I'm always hearing people bitch and cry about how much they hate Hawaii. Who hates Hawaii? Apparently some people do! 1) You "have" to be there because you go to school/work there, 2) Suck it up and make the most of the time you got there , 3) if you continue complaining about the hot weather, not having decent Mexican food, or missing out on things going on in your home city, just savor your sour rant and leave!!!

I mean, I currently live in Vegas and it's not my favorite place nor I know I don't want Vegas to be my final destination. I dislike the hot summer weather or the absence of greenery or the ocean, but what can I do right?! There is a reason why I'm here. There are goals I want to accomplish so I deal with it! And although I don't personally believe Vegas is "me" I just make the best of it while I'm here. I see the positive side - like how much I enjoy the night life or the pool parties or the snow. I love the fact that everything is everywhere or convenient. I love how everything is cheap and affordable.

But being from Hawaii, I am bias. I mean, I LOVE my home. I love where I grew up. I am proud of my aloha spirit. In this time of my life right now, I know can't go back there to live but I still miss and love it there. It's my home so please don't tell me how much you hate it because I'm sure all the other locals are thinking and feeling exactly how I am. How about I say I hate your fkn city! Your city sucks! Damm smog and snobby bitches in LA! Damm shetty fog and hella homeless in SF! Damm mean fkn people in New York! Damm depressing rain in Seattle! How about I live and talk mad shit about your city?! Irritating right?! Like you wanna tell me to get out the fuck out right?!

Please, next time, watch what you say. Some people won't care, some people might be hurt, and others might be as irritated and pissed as I am. So suck it up cuz you know you ain't there forever. Make the most and best outta what you have. Cuz I kid you not, once you go back to your home, I know for a fact how much you will miss the local food, the warm weather, the tropical beaches, and the positive relaxing vibe.

So shut up or get the fuck outta here,
Happy-Go-Lucky

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Apr 27, 2009

Diary of a Mad Chipmunk

6 days ago, I got all wisdom teeth out. Went under general anesthesia, woke up so drunk I wanted to party not giving a flying fuck about my bloody gauzes.

6 days later, I am still in pain and I still look like a fkn chipmunk! GAH! The past 6 days have been nothing but HORRIBLE! On the 2nd day, I looked like a mutated chipmunk. NO JOKE! Even my roomie was afraid to look at me! I dared NOT to step outside for 3 days straight. Not only because I looked like a monster but because I was in pain.

Taking pain medications was NOT so pleasant either. Vicodin, usually me best friend, stabbed me in my fkn back and made me super nauseated to the point I yakked out everything I ate... or shall I say drank!

The hardest obstacle of this whole experience is the fact I CANNOT EAT real food!!! I am so sick and tired of drinking soup! I am SO DONE! Don't matter how good of a soup and don't matter how I usually love every kind of soup, this week....I HATE IT. I HATE IT with a passion! I mean, everyday?!?! It killed me to watch my roomie have his oh so delicious Taco Bell, while I drink my gawddamm squash soup! Seriously!? And with all this soup diet and yakking, you would think I'd lose weight. But noooo. Not one inch. Not one measly pound!

Now, I'm able to eat some solid foods. Well, actually just one kind...noodles! I usually LOVE noodles, but I'm already sick of it! Ramen, pho, spaghetti, fried saimin, cup of noodles, etc. NO MORE PLEASE!!! Don't get me wrong, I love pudding, jello, and especially yogurt... but they're not REAL food!

Also, I'm so SICK of constantly rinsing my mouth with warm water and salt! Or worrying about my around the clock Ibuprofen medications. Or having to do warm compresses on my cheek every so often. Or not being able to smile or laugh or talk for long periods of time. Or not being able to run/jog without feeling my cheeks bounce. Or not being able to brush my teeth thoroughly and feeling like my breath stinks all the time. Or feeling like my jaw is dislocated. GAH!

This blows. This really sucks ass.

But the upside to all of this, at least I finally got it over with! Next up... braces.

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Mar 16, 2009

I Dare You To Come Back, Bitch!

This past weekend, one of my roomies celebrated his 30th Birthday at Magic Mountain in Cali. I helped them load the rental car before they all left. I was unable to get off so I was left…. home alone. This hasn’t been the first time I was home alone so I wasn’t scared at all. I watched a movie and read a book. It was actually nice and peaceful. I got ready for bed, turned off all the lights, and laid in bed. It was 1am.

Not more than 5 minutes later, I heard a weird noise coming from the front of the house… either the room next door or the room downstairs. It sounded like shifting of things next to a wall. The first thing that came into my mind was, “uhhhh what’s that? Is someone here?” I laid in silence trying to analyze the sounds. I wasn’t sure if it was a spirit I was hearing or a real person. Then, Kazu, who was in the hallway upstairs started barking and growling (just like he does when someone rings the door bell of when someone is outside). I thought to myself, “holyshit, he heard it too!!” My gut feeling was that it was a real person. I started panicking, called the bf, and whispered that I was hearing things. I heard the same noise again. I got up… turned on all the lights upstairs. Kazu continued to bark and was ready to head down the stairs, thinking I was gonna go down too. I was NOT gonna go the fuck down! Hell the fuck no! I only had mace and a pair of boxing gloves to protect myself. I was soooo freaked out!!! I decided to sleep in my cousin’s room as she has a lock on the door. It was 3am. I could not sleep!!

When I got home from work the following day, I didn't dare to go to the gym alone. I didn’t even want to leave the house. Before sunset, I checked all the doors and windows to make sure everything was locked. Some windows in the living room were unlocked, but we had a party the weekend before so I wasn’t surprised.

I was indeed surprised that our guestroom right downstairs of my room was unlocked. No one really goes into that room!! I found the blinds moved as well. My first thought, “they fkn tried to break in through this window!!!” I was again freaked out!

Luckily my homie who is in the military (with a gun) came over and kept me company and slept over. I wasn’t as scared but I was still uncomfortable. I had a hard time sleeping again.

Although there was no property damage or no one was physically hurt, I felt so violated. This is our fkn home you bastards! Don’t you dare try to come in and do something really dumb!! What makes me even angrier were that no stranger would break into a big house with the driveway full of cars!! So my conclusion was that, it was one of our neighbors or someone who saw us load bags in the rental, thinking the house would be empty. Those fkn assholes!

I know times are tough… but some people are just fkn desperate! Go get yourself a job so you don’t have to break in people’s houses you ass wipe fuck! I don’t know how people can do that. I really don’t. But it happens and we have to be careful. I’m thankful Kazu and I weren’t hurt. I’m thankful I have great friends who care.

My friend Ryan told me to write on a piece of paper and tape it to the window, “I DARE YOU TO COME BACK, BITCH!” Haha. I’m really tempted to do that!

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