Kids Say the Darnest Things

Growing up Asian, school always taught kids that they either had black or brown eyes. My 5 year old cousin who is half British is just so adorable. His big sis who had come home from overseas was in town. He hugged his big sis and drowned her with kisses. Then he pushed her away and screamed at the top of his lungs. She asked him what was wrong and he cried. He was in total shock to see that his big sis had green eyes! Funny thing is this kid also has big green eyes. She told her little bro to run over to the mirror and look at his own eyes. He screamed some more and shut his eyes until his mommy calmed him down. Awwwwww..... kids are just so adorable aren't they?

So In Love

Hey guys, I found the cutest most adorable video ever. Seeing this video and listening to this song makes me feel all gooey inside. This video really had me smiling from ear to ear. I love the lyrics too. The song is really simple and super cute. I can't help but think of people I love, like my boyfriend, my mom, my brother, and you guys as I listen to this song. For all of you guys who sat with me in this little space on the blogosphere, for those of you who accepted me despite my rants and sad posts and for also laughing with me. This one's for you guys!






If you guys feel like singing along here's the lyrics:

The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson

If you were falling, then I would catch you
You need a light, I'd find a match
'Cause I love the way you say good morning
And you take me the way I am

If you are chilly, here take my sweater
Your head is aching, I'll make it better
'Cause I love the way you call me, baby
And you take me the way I am

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair
Sew on patches to all you tear
'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise
And you take me the way I am
You take me the way I am, you take me the way I am


P.S. what do you guys think of the song, the video? Is there any particular song that makes me feel gooey inside? Do share. =)

Have a happy Monday everyone!

A New Chapter

Hey guys, my previous post was really depressing wasn't it? To tell you honestly, I still haven't moved on from what happened, but I know it will definitely take some time. The memorial service was last Saturday. From the time I blogged about a friend's horrible death up to the present there have been development in the case. I'm happy to say that there was justice in this case, but I am sad at how the case turned out. Witnesses came forward a day or two after the news. A sketch of the killer was flashed on local news stations. The victim's cellphone was recovered and investigators found out who was with the victim hours before his death. The person who was with the victim was the victim's uncle. He went to the police station to let the cops know that he was innocent and that he wanted to be a witness to the crime. It so happened, the witnesses were also there at that same exact moment and they pointed out the uncle as the killer!

I went to my friend's wake last week. The room was filled with a lot of people and lots and lots of flowers. A lot of people loved this kid. His dad was there and was very surprised to see the room packed. He said, " I never knew I had such a good kid, I never got the chance to get to know him". What's even sadder is that, the uncle who killed my friend stood as a second dad for him, they were close, even closer than he was with his dad.

This was another wake up call for me. I learned to never ever take people I love for granted. I learned that each day is a new day to get to know the people we love and each moment is a gift to be shared with those you care about that is why it is called the present.

I wanted to blog about happier stuff but I'm really sorry to disappoint you guys with such a sad post. I hope to post about happier things soon.

Wishing you all the best.

Hugs and kisses to you guys!

Robbed of Life

Today during lunch time, I had received an awful awful news. Mom told me that a family friend of ours is dead. No, not dead, murdered. He was found inside his car with a slit throat going all the way down almost to his heart. His face was also slashed up. He had stab wounds as well. Nothing was missing.

According to local news on tv, his car was found in the middle of the road and he was inside lifeless. Witnesses say that the road was blocked by two black vans and well...You know what happened next. It's sad because there were lots of witnesses but no one bothered to help. Well, maybe someone called the cops but they came too late. No one bothered to help him, but then again, in the world we live in no one would probably like to get involved, they would like to keep their own lives safe. Night passed when he never came home. Early this morning his parents received a phone call to identify their son. News about his death flashed on the tv screen.

Sadness is not even a word that could describe how I feel right now. He was a few years younger than me. He was a jolly guy, always walked around with a smile and lots of positivity. And know what else? Well, he was a little mentally slow, a bit of a social outcast. He tried his best to fit in. He had friends but never a real friend. His friends used him for what he could offer. He came from a very wealthy family, but kept a low profile. He was never flashy or the type to brag. I can recall how sometimes his shirt had holes in them. He always shared his blessings. People used him for free rides, gifts, and all sorts of things. There were times when he sat alone but still smiled, sometimes mumbling or maybe talking to himself.

He had dinner at my house a few times. He always enjoyed home cooked meals but was a very picky eater. He always removed the skin from his friend chicken. He liked his salads fresh and crisp. I can recall a moment when I asked him why he was such a picky eater. And he said he wanted to live a long long life, that's why he was taking care of himself. He wanted to grow old and see the beauty of life. He dreamed of one day having a girlfriend and giggled shyly. He said I should eat healthily too. I told him I never want to grow old, I do not want to be so old that I would have trouble taking care of myself. I do not want to grow old and forget all my precious memories. He always said if I lived a healthy lifestyle I could grow old gracefully and healthy. "What's your biggest fear", I asked him. He answered "Death". He was so scared to die.

As I close my eyes, I can recall his laughter, his smile and just him as a person. It pains me to think how his last few minutes was. It is painful to think that he died in such a way, that someone would do this to him, that no one bothered to help him. It pains me to think that he died alone, scared, and never got the chance to say goodbye to his family. I look at my finger and the small painful paper cut I had gotten early this morning and I think of how painful it must have been to have someone cut his throat down to his heart, as if he were being dissected. I think of the zit I have and I realize how painful it must have been when someone ran the knife across his face and slashed it up.

He had plans, plans to make real friends, plans to be somebody, plans to see life. But he was robbed of this in such a horrible manner. Who robbed him of this? No one knows, no one was caught.

For those of you reading this, please pray for him. Please pray that he may rest in peace. Please pray for justice and please pray for his family who are going through a terrible nightmare right now.

And lastly, for those of you reading this, let's take his advice, to live life and love it. Some of us whine and complain and this is normal. Sometimes some of us go through horrible stuff and wish we could just die, but then there are some of us who also wished they could live longer. For an outcast, for someone who was slow, he never once let this get him down and he never once gave up hope. Live for today my friends and cherish everyone you have in your life. Do not let a minute pass by without letting someone know you care because sometimes you may be a minute too late

Catchin up

Well hello to everyone! Happy Happy 2011 to all of you guys! December was a busy month for all of us I bet. I still have holiday hangover. I had tons of reunions that I had gone too. It was a great time to catch up with old friends. Unfortunately I didn't get to snap as many pictures over the holidays as I had hoped for because mother dearest had a lot of parties to go to as well and she borrowed my camera most of the time. Grrrr.

My godmother from Canada was in town. It was great to see her after ages. Last time she saw me I was just a teeny bopper and now I'm a lady in my twenties. Time flies by so fast doesn't it?


So anyhow, It's already the third day of January. I woke up at a gloomy 11am. And decided to roll back into the sheets and catch a few more zzzzzzz'sss.... If there's anything I missed doing, it is definitely having the time to sleep in.

I was looking through the closet trying to put together an outfit when I just wanted to close my eyes in disbelief. My closet looks like it is about the throw up, had this been a deadly sin I would have had to categorize this under Gluttony. My closet ate so many clothes. I'm out of hangers and some of my stuff has already moved into my mom's closet too. I guess, while I'm on Holiday break it's about time I do a little closet clean up and get rid of old clothes. Boohooo.

I do not have any New Year's Resolution this year. But I do plan to come up with Monthly Resolutions which I hope will be much easier to achieve. For this month of January my resolution is to get my closet cleaned up. Wish me luck with this one guys.

February 27 I will be flying back to California. I will be there for about a month or two. Any of you blogger buddies out there from California???

Do you still have the holiday hangover too? What are your plans for 2011? Do tell. =)