more for less.

I DON’T GET IT.

being a girl, i do love wearing girly flirty stuff.

but can you PLEASE tell me why a  thong costs more than boy shorts sometimes.

or why denim shorts can be more expensive than denim jeans.

or a miniskirt more than pants.

i mean, there’s less material, so shouldn’t be cheaper?

tanks and camis are generally cheaper than whole tees.

and i’m not saying that the price ranges because of the brand and where you get it.

i’m saying WITHIN one store.

and WHY OH WHY ARE G-STRINGS MORE EXPENSIVE THAN THONGS?

can you hear me now?

Yes I can but I’ll pretend I don’t.

Seriously, whaaa?  I have the best friends I swear. Love them much but sometimes they just tick you off. But then again, it’s kind of like “taste of your own medicine” right? Considering how shitty my phone etiquette is. Telling people and then never calling them, I mean. My voicemail probably starts sounding like a lie the 3^rd time through because it says I’ll call them back ASAP when my as soon as possible is two days later. But the person didn’t leave a voicemail! I don’t get annoyed when people don’t call me back. At least I leave an urgent message or something if I really needed them. Or called them 10 times in a row like a certain person did to me.

Anyways, yes. Phone calling is tricky for me even when it shouldn’t be.  JUST PICK UP THE PHONE HAO. That’s all I need to do.  How easy.

We went car hunting today ALL DAY. It was probably the most exasperating tiring annoying stressful thing I have done yet so far. AND IT WASN’T A CAR FOR ME EITHER. My parents wanted to take advantage of the Cash for Clunkers program thingy that is ending this Monday. WAY TO PROVE THAT MY PARENTS ARE FLAKY PROCRASTINATORS. We wanted to trade in our Quest [which has a value of basically…2K] because then it’d be a good deal since we could trade it in with a value of $4,500. And as expected, a lot of the dealers don’t even do the program anymore because they’re backlogged with paperwork for it. So my parents wanted somewhat of a nice car like that Lexus humpback one…I don’t know what model it is but it’s the SUV one. But they don’t have the moola for it. So of course being the Asians we are, we go for the knockoffs! Toyota Venza was number once, followed by the Nissan Murano, and then the Toyota RAV4. But really, we wanted the Venza. So after calling many many many many many…many places, we found the Toyota in AUBURN still does the program and that they still had Venzas. A lot of Venzas. I think we saw 6 on their lot? Well, typical Mom and Dad. We weren’t able to GET ONE. Mom doesn’t like the color of the cheapest one and the others were too expensive and Dad wants GPS when I think navigation is a total joke because it adds approx. 2K to the price of the vehicle but you buy it as an attachment at stores for…most expensive, $500? RIDICULOUS. Anyways, we ended up driving ALL THE WAY TO BELLEVUE for the stupid Nissan dealer there only to find they sold their last okay-priced Murano [35K] and only had their upper-packed Murano’s left [41K]. Okay, too much. Bye bye dealership. No we don’t want to leave our name but we’ll take your sales card just to be nice.

Car salesman: What color do YOU want?

Me: I don’t care really.

Car salesman:  WOW. A female that doesn’t have a particular color choice? Amazing.

I DON’T CARE. I mean, if they were the same price and the only thing that separated them were the color, than it would boil down to color preference. But I’d really just want a good car, good price, looks decent. But then again, I wouldn’t want a color like pastel purple right? *shrugs. I’m quite happy with my Maxima.

So then we went to a family friend’s dinner thing where my dad drank and my talked about having kids with all the other moms and I was shoved in the corner with little kids that I didn’t want to play with. And so I called up my friends to talk and was rejected numerous times. One rejection. One hang up. One busy.

THANK GOD FOR KENNETH CORDOBA. [:

Thanks for the bags of YUMMMMMMY cookies from Guam and the Gelly Roll pens {MY FAVORITE!] even if they WERE just in black. =D And for keeping me from sliding into a depression-like state of lack of friends while keeping me in touch with my reality of non-popularity at the same time. It’s a fine line to keep, but somehow you did it. Haha. And it’s always nice to talk about relationships and differences and similiarities and life and school and us and whatnot. ^^ Thankszzzz buddy.

And then I GOT TO DRIVE MY PARENTS HOME. Only because my dad was a bit drunk of course. But I drove nonetheless. I was a bit shocked because it was pitch black but hey, who cares.

My dad drove out of the driveway and then he turned to me and said “You wanna drive home?”

*insert joyous woop here.*

JK. I played it cool of course. “Okay.”

They were mightily impressed with my driving home and I even parked okay in my hella tight driveway! My dad was like “what’d you do in Iowa. Drive and sleep?” haha. Now he’s going to teach me how to park on hills [it is SEATTLE afterall.] and parallel park [WHICH I DREAD.]

So yes, it was an okay night. I was hoping to volunteer at Night Market but I don’t mind now. [:

We were meant to go camping but we ended up not going because one of the people who was going with us accidentally chainsawed his leg because he was chopping trees. Same guy that ended up throwing the dinner party. Haha. He showed me leg and I was like “COOL.” And he laughed.

I mean, dude. It was a CHAINSAW.

Crazy.

the skinny on skinny jeans.

i have a milestone to proclaim!

i know i’m really skinny with literally no curves so i’ve been avoiding the latest fashion trnd and hiding under my covers. that is, i’m talking about the skinny jeans. i know people say that “oh, skinny jeans are the best for people who don’t have fat thighs and are slim” but you know what? i’m too skinny for skinny jeans. when i wear them, i feel skinnier just because they clamp onto my stick calves and acentuate the fact that i absolutely have no jiggle fat. it’s kind of sad. whenever i flip through the racks at stores now, they’re 90% jeans that start big at the top and go small at the bottom. like an inverted triangle. and then what the heck is this “EXTREME SKINNY” jeans. i mean, i absolutely ENVY girls that look fabulous in those. which is pretty much 87% of the asian girls at my school. i much perfer to toss on my sweatshirt and jeans-that-still-fit-me-from-seventh-grade and hide in the corner because they’re so pretty. i still don’t understand what Shawn sees in me anyways.

anyways, skinny jeans are skinny-enhancing. hence this is why i have not worn them ever. /=  but on the opposite end, my mom tries to stuff me in baggy clothing because apparently that makes me look like i have a bit more fat on me. but making me swim in my clothes and feel lost. right.

but last saturday, i bought my first pair of skinny jeans. an aeropostale size 0* pair. it fits snugly and it doesn’t suck on my lower leg like a leech so it’s not TOO bad. the only reason i bought them is because i would like to buy a pair of rainboots for my upcoming walks around campus for school [it's Seattle afterall. rain season starts ...now.] and i could easily tuck them into my boots. it’s much better than trying to stuff my normal flare pants into there. and plus, they were cheap so…why not. they aren’t that bad. my boyfriend says they look fine. haha, sad that i use him as a judge right? but then again, he would know what looks good on me and he’s pretty brutally honest. “hao, your boobs are flat” “thanks hon, i know.” i actually kind of love them because i can wear any shirt with them and they look fine. now all i need are converses and a huskies sweatshirt and i will officially be a non-individual and conform with the masses.

by the way, this is me being daring. sad right? i should write a college essay on this. what is the more daring thing you have done and why? i bought skinny jeans.

hehe.

*size 0. there was a line from a book that i have where a girl ponders who made a size of clothes that says that body ceases to exist. i will find the quote and post is up but it really made me feel …i don’t know. kind of empty? a size where you end up ceasing to exist. a zero. a size where the body turns into nothing. zero.

..so what about size 00? ]:

pull it up.

for all those who hate looking down the lonely path known as buttcrack alley. [;

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hey you.

yes, you, person that sits in front of me.

i’m trying to focus but the sight of those low riders got my eyes wanderin’.

i know you’ve got a 10 body in Seven jeans,  Paper Denim and Cloth thin.

but for the Citizens of Humanity’s sake, keep those sweet cheeks in.

 i don’t care for the purple lace lining the edge of that True Religion waistline when you bend over

and i definitely don’t want to see that you prefer Pink over Aerie on Mondays, 

what’s worse is on casual Fridays (or so you think)

when “commando” is the hot word of the day and i just have to say

 i know you love to flaunt but i can’t take it when i’m trying to learn redox reactions

because you’ve got me reacting obnoxiously to your crevice down South

where no one wants to go because you know what happened before ‘85

so please be couteous to those around you and pull up your pants

or check in a mirror before school, in advance.

2009: beautiful is, indeed, still IN

I was reading an article on MSN.com regarding how the to “stay beautiful on a tight budget“. I know I know, so vain. And it’s not like I do anything in the first place. But i was just intrigued about what they had to say. Maybe something about killing my horrendous skin ><”.

But what I found out really surprised me was the fact that the beauty industry is pretty much thriving in this economic downfall. Lipstick is selling like crazy and women refuse to give up their makeup, pedis and manis, and hair appointments. And an excuse that was given for the increase for demand of beautification is that :

“And for over-40 women, looking good when jobs are tight may actually be a business decision: As pressure increases, so does the need to seem totally on your game. ”

Uhm, are you serious? What the hell does makeup have to do with being “totally on your game” in the business world. I know I’m that naive towards the whole “being attractive opens doors for you in life” notion. I did a whole paper on it in English class last quarter. And got an A on it. I understand that women need to be prim, proper, attracitve, and smart to gain promotions and break the so-called glass ceiling. But it’s so sad to know that the world is so shallow and women who may be less pretty but smarter than the girl next to her, may end up losing. It reminds me of Matilda (oddly enough) when the car saleman’s wife says to the teacher something along the lines of “I chose looks. You chose looks. And look where that got me. I am married to a handsome successful saleman and you teach bratty little kids all day”

Okay. Bad metaphor. But I mean, you can be pretty and a genius and ugly and a genius. But you’re sitll a genius. And wouldn’t a company want a genius rather than someone to just look at? Unless you’re hiring salespeople or marketers or models or something. Yep.

just an ass hole.

wow, i totally had the best onion rings at Sonic(s?) today. some drive-in place that i was totally fascinated with because i’ve never been in a drive-in before… seattle doesn’t have one does it? i mean, Dick’s is a drive-in but you don’t get food delivered to you..

so i’m watching Samurai Girl on ABC Family (yes, go ahead and laugh) and there was this scene that totally made me say ”wow, i’ve heard that before”. it was a part where the guy is like “you could always choose me” or something (he likes the girl) and she just responds “you’re nice *pats his cheek*”. she leaves and he mutter under his breath “just a nice guy…” in a melancholy tone that absolutely make me wonder.

do nice guys never get girls?

which is totally the topic of a mini-movie that the amazing wong fu productions made. if you haven’t seen it, here’s the first part.

 

 

what the hell is wrong with nice guys? i mean, they’re better than the jackass narcissists that some girls end up with. the first thought that popped into my head as that nice guys are cowards. they’re nice and because of that, their spineless and let themselves get pushed around.

but since when has being nice a turnoff? it’s so puzzling. guys would want a nice girl because the opposite of a nice girl would be a bitch. but when you reverse it, it goes against the age old traditional gender roles right? girls are suppose to be nice and whatnot while guys who are nice, end up being considered wussies.

now ain’t that weird.

you know, no matter how much you want a bad boy. he might not be there when you need him the mos. but the nice guy will. it’s just noticing that the nice guy really like you and is not just being nice to you that’s the hard part. er… i guess the nice guy should be the one to assert his feelings.

but…nice guys…don’t get assertive..

 

& we’re back to square one.

 

 

[oh yea, it's chemistry.]

gorgeous vietnamese loser.

so this past weekend, i enjoyed a braindead program on TV called the Miss Universe Pagaent. It was the first year that I actually watched it in entirety with my mom and dad because of course, I’m ethnocentric in a way and the pageant was held in Viet Nam. So duh.

The  beginning is always the best for me because the girls get to wear their traditional culture costumes to represent their country. I think all the different colors and outfits are amazing and it’s way to proudly show where you came from (unlike the swimsuit or evening gown rounds).

But what made me most excited was when they called Miss Vietnam was one of the Top 15 finalists. I mean, HOLY CRAP. I don’t think that Miss Vietnam has ever been in any top things. It’s not the fact that she wasn’t pretty that made this an element of surprised. It was the fact that Viet Nam hasn’t been cranking out pageantry standard women if you get what I mean. But beside that point, the fun and games ended there for Miss Vietnam anyways.

You know why?

‘Cuz she’s short that’s why.

You can clearly see it when she stood next to all the other 14 contestants that she was a few inches shorter. And they say in life, when you’re short, you don’t get the big bucks. 5′9″ won’t beat a 5′11″ (Miss Venezuela who won the competition).

But But But..she’s so pretty! & it’s JUST a few inches!

Well pretty doesn’t get you anywhere hon. Pageants are about lanky long legged Amazonians that toward above ever with their sexy struts. I’m sorry Miss Vietnam. Should have worn a higher pair of heels.

 

SIDENOTE

DID ANYONE GET A KICK OUT OF THE FACT THAT MISS USA (OH GLORIOUS AMERICA!) FELL? MAKES IT THE SECOND CONSECUTIVE TIME NOW (AFTER LAST YEAR).

oh ho ho. kind of a metaphor for the US right now ain’t it.

“please?” “NO!!!”

I can’t say no.

I feel guilty and slightly down after rejecting a person.

But then again I guess there’s different situations in which I am able to say “no” freely and without guilt. But often, because I can’t say “no”, I get into situations that I don’t want to be. Sticky stupid situations where I get dragged along and do something I really don’t want to do. People are always like “You’re letting yourself get walked all over” and apparently I’m being “taken advantage of” but I think it’s more of my submissive nature. And I blame that on my parents. I’d be the kind of person that gives up the last piece of candy and then whine about it afterwards. A lot. Is that such a bad thing though? Sometimes I get confused myself. I’m in denial. I like to think that I’m confident and strong and I can stand up for myself (please note, this whole blog excludes anything related to standing up to my parents which I will in 100 never be able to do because when my dad looks at me with those eyes, I melt like the Wicked Witch of the West) but maybe that’s not so true? I mean, okay, if someone was like HAVE SEX WITH ME i’d be like “uh. hell no?”. I’m not talking about those situations. More like these:

“You wanna go out for coffee?”

*looks at me with big eyes, all adorable and crap*”

“Uh…uhm…er…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to…”

“Er…no..it’s okay..i’ll go..”

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“Hey Hao. Waltz with me? Oh wait, sorry, you were walking by I didn’t know if you wanted to waltz or not..”

“Oh…well…uh..”

“it’s okay. You can say no if you want.”

“No..it’s okay..let’s waltz.”

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“Hey Hao. What’s your number?”

*pulls out cell phone, all ready to punch it in*

“Uh… 2..06..3..5.1..*..*….*…*”

(the stars are there so no blog reader will call me randomly or something)

“Okay. Cya!”

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In that last situation, I just talked to the guy in my class for like 5 minutes and like, I hella didn’t wanna give him my number (yet) but he’s all going off and thinking we’re best buddies or something and I just felt bad. And like, it’s ridiculous because all the people have given me an escape route by saying “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”. I mean, easy way out right? Just say “Yea. I don’t really want to.” BUT WHO THE HELL SAYS THAT?  Okay. In all situations, I felt guilty for saying no. There’s so many news articles out there that are all like “WOMEN CAN’T SAY NO” and stuff. I like to read them and laugh, but maybe I’m just laughing at myself?

*sigh

 

 

10 Reasons Why I Hate Being Skinny

I know that 25% of Americans are obese or whatever. But I am in that .82749% of Americans that are skinny. NATURALLY. Now everyone’s all like, “ohmygoshyouaresoskinnyimsojealous!” but, uh i’m not really happy with that. On the scale at my house, I am 98 lbs (*gasps!!*) and on the scale at my doctor’s office I am 101 lb (*gaspss again!*). I know. Be jealous. Not.

Here we go!

1) Hearing “ohmygoshyouaresoskinnyimsojealous!” over and over again. I’m seriously sick of it. Wanna be skinny? Ever heard of getting off your couch potato but and going outside for a run? Okay, maybe you exercise. Well. Commit to it.

2) Hearing my name connected with the words “anorexic” and “diet” and “not eating”.Shut up people! I eat as much as you do. Maybe even more (I’m talking to all you dieters that eat one carrot stick a day or something. It won’t work)! Don’t JUDGE me because you don’t watch me on a surveillance camera 24/7 and monitor what foods go into my mouth.

Same goes with “you should eat more.”

3) Being reluctant to exercise because you might lose the weight you gained the week before.I just recently found out that I love jogging. The steady thump-thump of your feet as you move across the pavement, grass, or whatever. It’s like flying if you close your eyes (though not recommended because light poles and street signs DO exist). But although it makes my legs stronger, it makes my waist drop a size. Ahhh horrible.

4) Picking up trashy celeb magazines and all you see is “Lose 20 pounds!” & “______. Too skinny? Too fat?” Seriously. I like to indulge upon the lives of the rich and famous just like the other person, but spare me the weight examinations. It makes me feel bad, and it makes the slightly overweight but still damn gorgeous girl next to me self-conscious too.

5) Finding bottoms that fit nicely.People wouldn’t think that this would be a problem but it is. Pants/Jeans that are snug at the waist, flattering on the body, and long past my feet are SO DAMN HARD TO FIND. And plus, i’m skinny but I’m 5′5″ so size 0s are usually too short. >=O

6) How you look like a stick in everything that shows your shoulders and above or knees and below. No explanation needed. It’s a pain.

7) Being light.Push me and I fall. Punch me and I bruise. Blow at me and I fly <– Jk.

8 ) Maybe this is just for me but..Hard to float on water. Is it just because I have minimal body fat?

9) Being cold easily. It’s 65 degrees and I’m still in a sweater and shivering. How the girl across the street comfortable in a small tank top and shorts, I do not know.

10) Lack of boobage. Laugh all you want. But then again, if I did have a nice rack, it’d look odd on my skinny body wouldn’t it. Like bowling balls balanced on a board =P

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This may seem like a rant. A list of complaints. In many ways it is. But really, I am very happy with my body and I really think a lot of girls should be too. Everyone is gorgeous in their own way; fat or not fat, boobs or no boobs, tall or short. If there’s is some aspect that you don’t like about you body, aim to change it. If you really put your mind into it, everything will work out fine. But in the end, maybe your body is just like that. So really.

LOVE IT.

 

I’m in a PMSing mood gosh dang it ):

 

♥