Hi. My name is K & this is what I wore today. And I may or may not be obsessed with boba.
What did you wear today?
DAY 012: Five Guys Whom You Find Attractive.
–insert smutty laugh– In fear of sounding like a total douche-ette and only caring about looks (hard, I know!) I’ll hit five different guys on the basis of the 10 traits of a real man. As it would be too easy to add my own boyfriend to this list, and not all together that fun in the spirit of this thirty day challenge, the men listed below have to hit at least two of the qualities on the AskMen’s list. Personally, this makes everything so much more challenging.
01: Tim Burton – maybe not the most dashing man in the world, but certainly, he is a creative genius and all together one of my favorite directors. His creative intellect alone could be the basis on my on-going attraction to him.
traits: made his own fortune, focused, does not look like a woman
02: Abraham Lincoln – Favorite president, ever. And he could have been a vampire slayer? COOL!
traits: focused, knows the importance of family, word is his bond, strives to be a role model, made his own fortune, can defend himself
o3: Robert Pattinson – say what you may of him, but I personally feel that the grace he took (at least in the public eye) is quite commendable. Loved him since HPGF days, and it really doesn’t hurt that he’s British, of course.
traits: can defend himself, doesn’t gossip, word is his bond, is strong, knows the importance of family, focused
04: Eric Northman – yes, I realize that he is a title character in the True Blood/The Southern Vampire Series, but did you honestly think I’d not include at least one hunk that fit the bill on this list?! I fell in love with his character as the TV series progressed… whereas his true nature is shown in spurts or in flashbacks, I think there’s a lot of depth of “real man” in his character. Alexander Skarsgard – the actor that portrays Northman – is cute to boot too (for some reason I’ve been on a Swedish guy rampage!). Preferred him more as the lost-loving type versus the angry-possessive, but I can’t complain.
traits: can defend himself, doesn’t gossip, word is his bond, is strong, knows the importance of family, focused, does not look like a woman, keeps his house in order
05: Hugh Jackman – in a age of failed marriages, Jackman and his wife Deborra-Lee Furness have strove onwards and forwards. Doesn’t hurt one bit that he’s played Wolverine (X-Men being own of my favorit super-hero series), is a philanthropist, and has triumphed both movie and theater stages. Would he be considered a Renaissance man in my eyes? Quite possibly.
traits: can defend himself, is strong, knows the importance of family, focused, does not look like a woman
Day 13: your opinion about your body and how you feel about it
I think, at the core, every person in somewhat insecure about their bodies, especially if they were to be, let’s say, naked in front of their significant other.
I know I am.
But, for the most part, I’m pretty happy with my body. Although it would be nice not to have the back pain associated with the weight that I’ve gained in the last three years… I’m not entirely unsatisfied. However, my “coming to terms” about my more… curvy body is still not a reason for my not to get back into shape — especially since I’m planning on backpacking to several places before I’m 30.
So the moral of the store? I’m happy with the way I look, but for practicality, I need to get into better shape.
Have 11+ days already passed since I first starting blogging on this WordPress site? It’s amazing how time slips through your fingers when you’re not fully aware of day and night. Yes, I sleep and wake up at my usual time for work, but I don’t realize when the trickles of light enter the horizon or when they slowly fade away. I’m not sure if I’m not being observant, or because my mind if preoccupied with other matters, but, it just seems like summer (or my life in general) has been slipping away. But, I’ll be writing about that tomorrow.
Onto the 30 day challenge…
Day 10: Put your music player on shuffle and write down the 10 song that play
*Note: Since reformatting Winston (le computer), I haven’t downloaded any music back onto it, so I’ve been relying on various radio stations on Pandora…. and this is what it has given me (all liked music, by the way!)
After the 15th or so song that Pandora played the music tempo picked up considerably — I’ve recently gotten really into post-hardcore and punk music again. Some metal too… so please give me suggestions if you love those genres too!
11: Your Family
I’m the only girl in a family of boys. Three brothers, in fact, one older than me by two years, and two younger brothers 5 years and 7 years apart respectively. My parents are still together, going strong (maybe a little too strong sometimes, if you get my drift…), and I live with my grandparents and one of my aunts.
At one point, a decade or more so ago, in the tradition of a traditional Vietnamese family, I lived in a house with my grandparents, two aunts, three uncles, and my own immediate family. Yes. That’d be 12 people in a house. And it was great (for the most part). I miss having a big family, but at the same time, it’s nice to hear myself think.
This post hasn’t been particular interesting, I think, but in the spirit of a challenge, I felt the need to write on the prompts, however mundane my answers seem to be. I’ve been up to a lot lately – mainly broadening my experiences through the written word and contemplating. Tomorrow is a new day filled with events, however, so hopefully that’ll give me a well needed rest from my thoughts. Time will tell.
So, I’ll leave you with this, dear reader: how do you “stop” thinking?
The great thing about having a 30 day challenge whilst not blogging daily is everything gets condensed into a single post — no fluff, fillers, or, just simply, me trying to make up excuses. But, it’s all for a good reason, I swear. Besides, blogging should be an extremely personal matter, in which YOU are the maker of the rules and YOU alone need to abide by such rules. Getting into the groove of posting something about my life/self has, for the most part, fallen to an every other day type thing.
08: What I ate today.
First off, I’m trying to loosely the Rabbit Food Pyramid, but haven’t stuck with it entirely just yet. It’s extremely easy to follow, though, so I shouldn’t have too much of a concern.
But, as pictures are worth a thousand words…
Mid-morning snack (1000): half a pear (not pictured)
Lunch: Lentil salad, other half of bagel with cream cheese, coffee with soymilk (super great pick me up during lunch..)
After-afternoon snack (1730): Really shouldn’t have, but a imitation crab & bread roll … it really messed up my stomach though. I think my body is adjusting to eating cleaner.
Dinner (1830): 1/2 brown and white rice mixture, spinach with balsamic vinaigrette, braised catfish
As you can see, I each a lot during the day! Not shown are the 100 or so ounces of water I chug throughout the day — I tend to have really dry skin otherwise.
09: how important do you think education is?
I will just refer to you to my about me page, no use doubling up on words, right?
I’ve been on a kick lately to reinvent almost everything, from the way I am approaching the people around me to looking at my life and figuring out how to make it more productive and healthy. I’ve always been a fan of minimalism in architecture, after all, less is more, but I don’t think it’s ever really branched into my life until now.
Yes, I’ve had the bouts of organization and spring cleaning, but I’ve come to see that during those “moments of action” all I simply was doing was cleaning and moving things… not really purging. Almost everything I came across either held sentimental value or, I felt, could be used “one day”. But, year after year, the “one day” that it was going to go anywhere was my storage unit for the summer.
I’m not going to praise what little efforts I’ve made towards going the spartan route, but I think I’m really on the path of creating a more streamlined flow within my life. Today, I started small and locally with my iPhone – deleting all the apps I haven’t used in months, reorganizing my folders, and even deleting some photographs in the gallery that probably won’t see the light of day as my screen saver. In addition, I searched high and low for vegan, cold pressed soap bars that were multi use — for cleaning and shampooing! There goes all of the products I would have had to buy/bring with me that would do the same thing. I’m not sure how they’ll work, but I did order half sizes of all of the yummy smells I wanted. And tomorrow, when I have time, I’m going to through away all of the makeup I’ve had that are seemingly expired — who knew eyeshadow had a shelf life of 18 months?
Yes, baby steps.
Thankfully, since I’m moving back to campus in less than a month, I’ll have everything in boxes for me to sort through and purge. My promise to myself is if I even have to hesitate with an item – usually indicating it’s sentimental value – i’ll put it into a box. If it goes out of the box within a month’s time, It’ll be for keeps. Otherwise, everything will be donated.
How do you keep your life clean and orderly?
Okay, so I’m going to start admitting that writing about myself is getting slightly tedious. Not because I’m not knowledgeable in the area, but because it’s really starting to make me examine and re-evaluate aspects of my life – especially the more questionable parts.
But, I guess, that was one of the intentions of creating this website, to start documenting my progress through my twenty-somethings and truly make me accountable for my living (thus, the DIY part – ha! it’s not all about crafts).
Prompt of the day: 5 pet peeves
What are your pet peeves?
This is one of my favorite poems, I first heard in in High School and even years later, it still rings true in my ears and heart. Maybe I’m being a sentimental and overthinking my regrets too much, but I think I needed a dose of this. I hope you enjoy.
Oh – if you ever get the chance to see him perform live, it’s breath taking and chilling at the same time.
Shake the Dust – Anis Mojgani
This is for the fat girls.
This is for the little brothers.
This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them.
This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players.
This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters.
Shake the dust.
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them,
for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns,
for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children,
for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust.
This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-god.
Shake the dust.
For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,
for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers,
for the kid who’s always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,
for the girl who loves somebody else.
Shake the dust.
This is for the hard men, the hard men who want to love but know that is won’t come.
For the ones who are forgotten, the ones the amendments do not stand up for.
For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to. Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself.
Do not let a moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean.
Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.
This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling,
for the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacations alone.
For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers’ singing lips and for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner’s shaking hips, for the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived.
This is for the tired and for the dreamers and for those families who’ll never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners and sons like Wally and the Beaver.
This is for the biggots,
this is for the sexists,
this is for the killers.
This is for the big house, jail-sentenced cats becoming redeemers and for the springtime that always shows up after the winters.
This? This is for you.
Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone.
Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.
So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me.
All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you.
So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours.
Make my words worth it, make this not just another poem that I write, not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all.
Walk into it, breathe it in, let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust.
So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.
So maybe I’m not very good at writing every friggin day, but I think I make it up by being slightly entertaining, no? Humor me, please. Oh – and refresher – this is the challenge.
04: Bullet your entire day
(This was for Saturday, so I guess it’ll be only truthful to write about it)
05: Things you want to say to your ex
Oh, dear. To be quite honest, I’ve been looking forward to this specific prompt. I’m not sure which ex I wanted to “bullet” about – one was uber douche (and now with a kid!) and the other is in the military. So, I guess, I’ll speak to the general ex since they were both part of a summer fling.
Now that I’ve written all of that out, to be honest, I actually don’t harbor that much resentment to the both of them. I’m in such a loving relationship right now that I’ve – aghast! – at the point that I don’t care about my ex’s anymore. Either I’ve grown up, just plain forgotten the shitty relationships I had with them, or I just don’t care anymore. I’d like to think it’s a combination of all three.
Yes, I’ve had some very poor judgement of guys, but I can whole-heartedly admit that I was a sucker for those perceived “lost, broken, emotionally scarred” type of guys. Growing up, for me, was realizing that they 1) aren’t worth the time 2) are either faking it, or really need help, and it’s best of stay in the “friend zone” for both of your sakes and 3) If you didn’t like them then, be very cautious if you’re thinking of liking them now.
Just my two cents.
06: Views on mainstream music
Who am I to judge what is sound-worthy and what isn’t? Everyone has their own tastes, from gangster, sex filled rap to the ever popular bluegrass.
For the record — I try to listen to all music, even at least once.
Keep listening to what you want. But, if we’re driving in the car together and something plays that I’m not particularly fond off, please be ready for me to counter with, at the top of my lungs, “Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy….”
Of course I’m kidding! Why would I give my number to a stranger, huh?!