ore breast tissue than her. He compliments on her beautiful body but that it would be even more perfect once she gets her breast implants. Dr. Ray then continues to say (and this is what got to me) “She’s a beautiful girl and has done very well in the industry despite her handicap.” ARE YOU EFFIN KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!! The last time I checked, a handicap was an actual physical and/or mental disability! Having small breasts does not physically challenge the way a human being can perform! Having small breasts does not give you the blue parking pass so you don’t have to walk long distances! Having small breasts is not a FREAKIN’ handicap! When someone makes a statement like that, what does that mean to our standard society? Does it mean that any woman with an A or B cup is handicap? Does it mean that women with bigger cup sizes are more valuable than those of a smaller cup size? As for me on my breast size, I don’t care much for it. I like what God gave me and am happy with it. But if I had size A cup breasts, there is no way in freakin’ hell I would call myself handicapped!!! Would you?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Small boobs = a handicap? Are you EFFIN serious?!!!
Last night as I was avoiding doing some homework, I was flipping through the channels trying to catch something good to watch on tv. I stumbled upon the oh so popular “Dr. 90210” show. I don’t really have much of an opinion on plastic surgery. If you want it, have it! If it makes you feel better, go for it! But of course my opinions change when it comes to a family member or a close friend wanting plastic surgery. I’ll say “hell no! It’s too risky!” Or, “you don’t need plastic surgery :( You look great the way you are.” I guess I think it’s ok for someone else to get plastic surgery and not anyone I know because I wouldn’t want them to put themselves at risk. Anyway, Dr. Ray, who is one of the main plastic surgeons on the show said something on last night’s episode that just made me cuss out loud like a sailor. There was this beautiful Asian young lady who was seeking Dr. Ray’s professional opinion on getting breast implants. She has been in the entertainment industry for a while and thought it was time to upgrade her look with implants. As he met with her, he examined her breasts and told her that she could go a few cups bigger but getting them too big would be a problem because she had very little breast tissue. He claims that she was the first patient he’s ever had that has too little breast tissue and that his male patients have m
ore breast tissue than her. He compliments on her beautiful body but that it would be even more perfect once she gets her breast implants. Dr. Ray then continues to say (and this is what got to me) “She’s a beautiful girl and has done very well in the industry despite her handicap.” ARE YOU EFFIN KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!! The last time I checked, a handicap was an actual physical and/or mental disability! Having small breasts does not physically challenge the way a human being can perform! Having small breasts does not give you the blue parking pass so you don’t have to walk long distances! Having small breasts is not a FREAKIN’ handicap! When someone makes a statement like that, what does that mean to our standard society? Does it mean that any woman with an A or B cup is handicap? Does it mean that women with bigger cup sizes are more valuable than those of a smaller cup size? As for me on my breast size, I don’t care much for it. I like what God gave me and am happy with it. But if I had size A cup breasts, there is no way in freakin’ hell I would call myself handicapped!!! Would you?
ore breast tissue than her. He compliments on her beautiful body but that it would be even more perfect once she gets her breast implants. Dr. Ray then continues to say (and this is what got to me) “She’s a beautiful girl and has done very well in the industry despite her handicap.” ARE YOU EFFIN KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!! The last time I checked, a handicap was an actual physical and/or mental disability! Having small breasts does not physically challenge the way a human being can perform! Having small breasts does not give you the blue parking pass so you don’t have to walk long distances! Having small breasts is not a FREAKIN’ handicap! When someone makes a statement like that, what does that mean to our standard society? Does it mean that any woman with an A or B cup is handicap? Does it mean that women with bigger cup sizes are more valuable than those of a smaller cup size? As for me on my breast size, I don’t care much for it. I like what God gave me and am happy with it. But if I had size A cup breasts, there is no way in freakin’ hell I would call myself handicapped!!! Would you?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
3 MONTHS!!!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Today I realized that it has been three months since I lived by myself in my own apartment. I started thinking back when I was still living in Brawley. I was in the middle of my second year at Imperial Valley College and started thinking about moving to San Marcos to attend CSUSM even though I hadn't been accepted yet. I remember looking online for apartments and mapping out the closest areas where I could live. I never once thought about the dorms only because I wanted to get an apartment that accepts dogs so I can take my Bitsey. Well, after a few convincing conversations between my friends Andrea and Kyle and myself, I thought, what the hey, my mom can take care of Bitsey and I can meet new friends in the dorms. The dorm was fun and all (other than the racial arguments) but I still was yearning for that independence to have my very own place. I was actually the first girl in my family to move away to college and even though that is considered independent, I wasn't truly convinced I was. So, I knew I had to work hard and I knew that the key factor in order for me to become completely independent was to finish school and obtain a decent paying job. Well, it's been five years since I moved from Brawley and even though I probably could have gotten my own place sooner than three months ago, I got used to the idea and comfort of roommates.
In the midst of having roommates coming in and out of my life, I sort of lost the idea of wanting to live on my own. For one, roommates are fun. Two, they become your best friends. And three, rent is cheaper! But as I was getting closer to finishing school, and less privacy to a point where there were six people living in a three bedroom apartment, the feeling to get my own place was coming back to me and it was coming back hard. So, I had decided that when school ended I would move out and not roommate with anyone. Not even a relative! Sorry Jo and Shisha! So today I celebrate the three month anniversary to placing my deposit for my first own apartment. Yay me!
I remember the first few nights I spent alone at my place. I had the majority of furnishings but was still missing a lot. My sweet sister Vanessa (Shisha) stayed with me the first two nights and helped me unpack. On the third night, I was alone. I remember getting that "Oh my God, what do I do now" feeling as I locked the door behind her. I remember looking around wondering and thinking "ok, well this is it." As I sat on my red couch to watch America's Funniest Home Videos, I remember laughing and stopping myself realizing "there's no one here to laugh with." That night as I proceeded to go to bed, I left the kitchen light on, the living room tv on, my bedroom tv on, and my closet light on. Please hold your laughter as this is a first I am admitting and quite embarrassing. Yes, it was a bit scary but necessary to waste so much electricity. The following night I did the same, until soon afterwards I slowly got used to the fact this is my life now, and that I should grow the hell up. And I have! I no longer need lights or tv noise to keep me company for I have matured and learned to live by myself. However, living by myself has taught me a few things about myself. For one, when there is no one else to consider, you don't have to be clean. The more I told myself "this is my house, and I do what I want" the messier I got. Of course, I wouldn't be this messy when guests would come over. I made my place presentable and clean. But as soon as they were gone, it started all over again. I'm not normally a messy person. I consider myself pretty organized. I even alphabetize my CD's. However, it just seemed easier and convenient to leave my dishes in the sink, leave my dirty laundry on my bedroom floor, and pretty much just let go of everything. After all, no one was going to see it. It's my own freakin' apartment! But then it started to get old. I wasn't raised like this. When I was living with my mom, I had to do chores every weekend. And it just wasn't mediocre chores; it was sweep, mop, dust, clean kitchen, bathroom, etc. So, I had to change my ways. Besides, I got tired of not finding everything. There was a point when I couldn't find one single clean cup. I had to wash one everytime I used it. But now I've changed my ways. I've managed to stay clean. I think what I went through was probably a rebellious stage of feeling liberated. But it's over now and I'm happy. Satisfied :)
Today I realized that it has been three months since I lived by myself in my own apartment. I started thinking back when I was still living in Brawley. I was in the middle of my second year at Imperial Valley College and started thinking about moving to San Marcos to attend CSUSM even though I hadn't been accepted yet. I remember looking online for apartments and mapping out the closest areas where I could live. I never once thought about the dorms only because I wanted to get an apartment that accepts dogs so I can take my Bitsey. Well, after a few convincing conversations between my friends Andrea and Kyle and myself, I thought, what the hey, my mom can take care of Bitsey and I can meet new friends in the dorms. The dorm was fun and all (other than the racial arguments) but I still was yearning for that independence to have my very own place. I was actually the first girl in my family to move away to college and even though that is considered independent, I wasn't truly convinced I was. So, I knew I had to work hard and I knew that the key factor in order for me to become completely independent was to finish school and obtain a decent paying job. Well, it's been five years since I moved from Brawley and even though I probably could have gotten my own place sooner than three months ago, I got used to the idea and comfort of roommates.
In the midst of having roommates coming in and out of my life, I sort of lost the idea of wanting to live on my own. For one, roommates are fun. Two, they become your best friends. And three, rent is cheaper! But as I was getting closer to finishing school, and less privacy to a point where there were six people living in a three bedroom apartment, the feeling to get my own place was coming back to me and it was coming back hard. So, I had decided that when school ended I would move out and not roommate with anyone. Not even a relative! Sorry Jo and Shisha! So today I celebrate the three month anniversary to placing my deposit for my first own apartment. Yay me!
I remember the first few nights I spent alone at my place. I had the majority of furnishings but was still missing a lot. My sweet sister Vanessa (Shisha) stayed with me the first two nights and helped me unpack. On the third night, I was alone. I remember getting that "Oh my God, what do I do now" feeling as I locked the door behind her. I remember looking around wondering and thinking "ok, well this is it." As I sat on my red couch to watch America's Funniest Home Videos, I remember laughing and stopping myself realizing "there's no one here to laugh with." That night as I proceeded to go to bed, I left the kitchen light on, the living room tv on, my bedroom tv on, and my closet light on. Please hold your laughter as this is a first I am admitting and quite embarrassing. Yes, it was a bit scary but necessary to waste so much electricity. The following night I did the same, until soon afterwards I slowly got used to the fact this is my life now, and that I should grow the hell up. And I have! I no longer need lights or tv noise to keep me company for I have matured and learned to live by myself. However, living by myself has taught me a few things about myself. For one, when there is no one else to consider, you don't have to be clean. The more I told myself "this is my house, and I do what I want" the messier I got. Of course, I wouldn't be this messy when guests would come over. I made my place presentable and clean. But as soon as they were gone, it started all over again. I'm not normally a messy person. I consider myself pretty organized. I even alphabetize my CD's. However, it just seemed easier and convenient to leave my dishes in the sink, leave my dirty laundry on my bedroom floor, and pretty much just let go of everything. After all, no one was going to see it. It's my own freakin' apartment! But then it started to get old. I wasn't raised like this. When I was living with my mom, I had to do chores every weekend. And it just wasn't mediocre chores; it was sweep, mop, dust, clean kitchen, bathroom, etc. So, I had to change my ways. Besides, I got tired of not finding everything. There was a point when I couldn't find one single clean cup. I had to wash one everytime I used it. But now I've changed my ways. I've managed to stay clean. I think what I went through was probably a rebellious stage of feeling liberated. But it's over now and I'm happy. Satisfied :)
My first blog!!!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
OMG! Could it be?!!! I have fallen into the temptations and urges of expressing my unwinding thoughts and creative thinking (or so I think) into the world of BLOGGING!!! Ok, yes I have. I'm a bit fascinated by this whole blogging thing. Here I sit thinking that I have wonderful thoughts and theories that I would think people would want to read about, therefore, I created this blog. But in actuality that's all in my head. I write poetry, songs, and discuss political and non political issues with friends who are willing to discuss them with me. But unfortunately, most of them find it very boring. I do know, however, that my dear friend Melissa loves to discuss issues like these and I truly appreciate her kind ear and thoughts. Ok so, back to this blog! I decided to make one for those of you who are interested. I find it hard to believe that anyone will want to read it. However, I find myself checking other friends' blogs (i.e. Kristen mostly :) ) just to see what's new and what's up. So I thought "If I'm as interested in her blog, then maybe others can be as interested in mine." Oh well! We shall see!
OMG! Could it be?!!! I have fallen into the temptations and urges of expressing my unwinding thoughts and creative thinking (or so I think) into the world of BLOGGING!!! Ok, yes I have. I'm a bit fascinated by this whole blogging thing. Here I sit thinking that I have wonderful thoughts and theories that I would think people would want to read about, therefore, I created this blog. But in actuality that's all in my head. I write poetry, songs, and discuss political and non political issues with friends who are willing to discuss them with me. But unfortunately, most of them find it very boring. I do know, however, that my dear friend Melissa loves to discuss issues like these and I truly appreciate her kind ear and thoughts. Ok so, back to this blog! I decided to make one for those of you who are interested. I find it hard to believe that anyone will want to read it. However, I find myself checking other friends' blogs (i.e. Kristen mostly :) ) just to see what's new and what's up. So I thought "If I'm as interested in her blog, then maybe others can be as interested in mine." Oh well! We shall see!
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