Recycle- Reduce- Reuse

I give all credit to California for making everyone here so green conscious. I remember in elementary school when they kicked off the whole Recycle, Reduce, Reuse campaign and in high school we got the blue trash bins just for recycling! I was telling my friend how I find it odd that when I go anywhere else in the world, the recycle bin is a foreign concept! But this weekend, I might have figured it out. We live in California. Where the weather is never bone chilling or plastic melting, beaches are always beautiful, mountains are lovely and enough trees for a thousand woody wood peckers. Actually, I might just be speaking for northern California... I only recall palm trees in Southern California. Regardless, California pretty much has it all! Surf, Ski, Rock Climb, Hike, Sail, you name it and we got it! It's no wonder we love the earth enough to make an extra effort to throw away our plastic and paper in the bin next to the trash. 

This Sunday morning however, I took it up a notch. Inspired by numerous people, aka peer pressure and wanting to be cool, I dug my first compost hole. It was a glorious 3 feet by 3 feet. In it was dried rice, dirty grapes, old peaches, wet paper towels and stale bread. I covered it with the soil we got from union city that was made from compost! Mind you, it sounds like a little hole but it was very hard work because parts of our backyard has never been used before so the soil has turned into clay. I can't wait for it to be healthy again! Maybe I will plant some sort of fruit tree! Strangely this experience had a very spiritual affect on me. It felt very holy to bury my trash for some reason. I wonder if other people feel like that too. Connected to something greater because they are protecting the Earth that was given to us as a gift. 

So I don't know the logistic of compost... Like: 

• How deep the trash is supposed to go? How much soil should you cover it with?
• How long does it stay in there before it turns into something else?
• What the heck does it turn into?

But I decided I will keep doing this. Hopefully I am composting correctly. Slightly tragic if I am not.  One day, maybe just maybe, I'll have my own *Mango tree. It really does give you a sense of peace doing such a barbaric thing as burying your left overs. But you should give it a try! 

*For those Mango lovers out there, there's no way Mangoes can grow in California. I guess we don't have it all. 

Purpose Statement

After messing around with a couple ideas and drafting several proposals, I have decided what direction to take this blog. Okay, I didn't really do all that, it took about 5 minutes to decide. I am going to write what I want to write about when I want to write about it. All the while being entertaining, cause life is a riot and erratically awesome. The catch is I will always have to be honest. I know that sounds easy, because I'm not writing bed time stories here but to really be honest about how I feel about the stories I tell. So this might get a little ugly. 

 I also hope to look back on posts like 5 years from now and think "Stupiddd....." , cause that just proves I have become just a bit smarter and God-willing a little more sophisticated. 

Enjoy. 

Tickle Your Fantasies

I'm having a rather difficult time deciding on where I want this blog to go. Entertaining, witty and spunky? or Personal, Soul-giving and Honest? But in the mean time it will continue to be as silly and honest as I can be.


I am quite certain everyone has dreams. I had many of them as a kid. I'm not talking about the dreams you have at night of a beautiful pony coming along nor the I want to be an actress when I grow up. I'm talking about the absurd dreams that make you smile. Things that you have heard whispers or seen peeks of them as a kid and thought "gosh that would be flippin awesome!". Here are a few of mine that I recently unearthed:


T.Ped:

I have always wanted to T.P someones house.  Ideally I would want to do it with my best friends, we would dress in ninja attire and pull up in a car that resembles a batmobile.  Then we would proceed to do the average throwing the toilet paper around the trees and bushes and after throwing the toilet paper I would like to lightly spray the toilet paper with sugar water. Then, I would cover the lawn in flour and cheerios (maybe fruit loops if color was necessary). To finish up this piece of art I would throw shiny confetti all over the walk way.


I originally wanted to do this for my bachelorette party but there's simply no one I could bring myself to do it too. I thought maybe I could do it to all the jerks my friends have stumbled upon in their lives but, to my surprise, they have all forgiven the douches before I had. So I guess unless someone throughly pisses me off, this dream is now just a distant thought.


Food Fight!:

Ever since I watched that movie scene, I knew I would rock in a food fight. I anxiously waited until it was my turn to partake in such a saga. But as the years began to pass by, I realized no one would ever be the first to pull the trigger at a science camp full of Asians or church retreat full of forgiveness and love. This dream actually began to die at the young age of fifteen until recently someone mentioned how they had the same dream! The reminder created a spark in me and I thought, hell if no one is going to make it happen I will!


I thought for my 25th birthday this would be such a fitting celebration. I would tell everyone for my birthday I was having a food fight and that you can bring whatever food you want just make sure it can adequately serve "six people". Of course there would be rules for peoples safety, like no durian shells or frozen meat. Nothing that would cause a TKO. The plan was to put all the food in the middle, everyone would have some sort of tray and would start from the sides. When the whistle would sound, then everyone was free to go and get the food. Then everything was fair game. Of course, you can only throw food.. and not punches. I thought this would be such a fun event and wanted to invite everyone. I even found sites that had instructions!


I was so fancied by the idea and imagined how fun it would be to invite the Cambodians... that's where the dream came to a screeching halt. I could not imagine how they would react if i did such a thing.... I could imagine them wide eyed trying to protect the food.

So that's that. My two childhood fantasies squashed by maturity and my own conscience. I am glad that I have bigger and better dreams for my life or else that would be rather depressing.

Public Indecency

In my 24 years I have observed different habits after coming off of the toilet.

The person who:
- uses soap, scrubs for the full 30 seconds and rinses
- uses soap, scrubs for about 5 seconds and rinses
- rinses
- does nothing at all

The person who does nothing at all, just flat out irks me. No matter how I try to rationalize their behavior I can't think of what compels someone to not at least rinse. The people who rinse at least fake it for other bathroom patrons. I hate it when I'm in the stall doing my business and I hear the person coming out of another stall and just walks out the door. Well now all the people after that person are left in a funk. Unless you carry around a travel sized Lysol, you're going to have to think of something fancy to not come into contact with germs.

I have become quite paranoid when using public bathrooms, I have a way I go about these things and I always wonder if I'm a bit crazy. I never touch the flushing handle thing (don't know the correct term), I use my foot. This is very selfish on my part because I probably make it ten times dirtier. Sorry to all girls in advance. Then I wash my hands, I don't do the whole sing happy birthday twice because I don't believe anyone does. I use two paper towels (sorry trees) and if there's a door, I use the paper towels as the protective cover for my hands when I open the door and either stash it in my purse or throw it away. Typing it all out makes me feel a little OCD. Hmp.

Confession: So I was not always miss perfect bathroom etiquette, far from it. I guess, since my parents grew up in Asia, washing hands after going number one or two was a luxury. (This makes sense, we use water, soap and trees when we wash our hands in public restrooms.) Therefore, my mom never thought to teach me the importance of washing hands since all of Asia probably does not do so. They probably have bigger problems like surviving. (I'm not soul-less, I will probably blog about more important smatterings as this relationship progresses.) I was taught by a dear little friend. On the first day of first grade my little friend Jillian looked at me in disgust as I began to pass the sinks in the bathroom and accusingly asked "You're not going to wash your hands??!" reflexively I said, "of course I am!' and copied everything she did. And that set this habit into motion. Then in college I had to take several Molecular and Cellular Biology classes and let me just say, if you're a germaphob, please do the world a favor and do not major in MCB. After some of the lectures, I devised plans to become the bubble girl. 


Please note, I do not judge you if you do not wash your hands, just please don't tell me.

First Post in a About Three Years.

I blogged in high school to college (actually who didn't?) and enjoyed every lick of attention, time composing posts and the community I found through blogging. Then I entered the real world and life got a little too complicated for a blog to handle. I spared all my readers from the stories of being drunk and throwing up at a BART station to the emotional turmoil of being laid off.

But after battling through and surviving three grueling years of "adulthood", I think it's safe to blog! Plus, my boyfriend blogs and I can not get over how cool his blog is that I want to do it too! I hope the world finds my life interesting, cause hell, I sure do.