FYI?!

It would be nice to be informed of things that require my permission. Especially if it inconviences my living arrangements with myself and family.

Or heck, ask me in advance! I don't like being suprised with things that aren't fun.

Oh, if you ask for a favor, make it easy on me. Don't hassel me any further when you can take your lazy ass over and do it yourself. I have a lot on my plate. There was a death in the family for goodness sake. Get over yourself already!

Lesson of the day: don't always assume I will say yes to every favor you have. When there's a lot of family drama going on, like a death, don't bother me with your nonsense.


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Things that make my Blood Boil

• homemade sushi and Japanese food.

• Weezer, Dashboard and Death Cab for Cutie.

• WOW.

• the box to the left keeps getting bigger.

• long over due computer tower.

• money people owe me.

• anti social behavior.

• seeing you and her.

• people who lie to me. Even after I asked them point blank for the ugly truth.

• people using my place to host their dirty agendas. Not asking for my permission is even worse.

• people underestimating my intelligence. Y'all are not slick whatsoever.

Lesson of the day: people who piss me off should eat shit.

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Oh boy

Am I a hopeless romantic? My love and fanatic behavior for Twilight proves that I wear my heart on my sleeve. My love for all that is Disney should indicate that I believe in Prince Charming, lovely fairy tales and happy ever afters. I "ahh" at cute lovy dovy sitcom/movie scenerios. So yeah, I'm a hopeless romantic. I want Edward Cullen, the modern day Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet one day. Dear reader, please refrain from rolling your eyes at that day dream of mine.

However, I despise girly sob fest movies. The Time Travler's Wife? Hell to the fuckin no would I ever want to see or rent that film! Did I shed a tear while watching the Titanic? Nope. Yeah I'm a freak of nature to be the only girl that didn't cry while watching Leo freeze to death. Point blank, the idiot should have grabbed another plank to save himself.

Do I believe in the cliche "if it's meant to be.. It will be". To quote Tam and Trina, "aah hell no". I strongly believe that one makes things happen through effort versus sitting around relying on "hope" and "faith". Actions speak a thousand times stronger and louder than words. Talk is so cheap. Granted, whispering sweet nothings is cute sometimes. I'm a sap for thoughtful gestures.

Lesson of the day: actions always always speak louder than mere words.



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I said no

Spoiled people always want their way. That's why they like to surround themselves with pushovers. Or people that want to get in their pants.

I'm aware that I'm overly nice for my own good. Therefore, I have been working very hard on saying no to people. Putting my foot down isn't so hard. What's hard is when pushy bossy people won't take no for an answer. Or more annoyingly is they take a "maybe" or a "we'll see" as a yes set in stone. Then they try to hold you to it. Ish!

People who are pushy and spoiled tend expect the world to revolve around them at all times. No matter what occasion it is, the focus of attention has to be on them. Like let's forget baby Jesus was born on December 25th. We'll have his birthday celebration a day later because the PASP (pushy and spoiled people) want to go watch a wrestling match live. Well I say no mas! I was raised by a catholic mom and I gonna celebrate baby Jesus's birthday on the 25th!

Oh and I'm saying no the wrestling match. Ha!

Lesson of the day: no means no. We'll see also means no.

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Miss Hot and Crazy

Last night I got into an interesting conversation with Tam, Adam and Brent. The subject was the lure of hot crazy chicks. Tam and Adam are drawn to the hot and crazy. And yes, the crazy has to go hand in hand with the hotness. When I say crazy, I'm talking about chicks that break shit when they're mad. They become uber ghetto and start making a scene of some sort trying to scrap.

Adam thinks that is hot when a chickie has a terrible wicked temper. He thinks that makes them more passionate in bed. Tam says it's entertaining and it keeps him on his toes when a chick is crazy. Me? I find it painful to watch guys endure a crazy girlfriend. It's horrible to see guys get used and abused. All etiquette seems to go out the window for these hot crazy chicks. They think they can get their way by acting cute and flirty. When they don't get their way, all hell breaks loose.

The guys suprisingly acknowledge that the reason behind a hot girl's craziness is the many many insecurities these chicks have with themselves. Seems like the guys know what they are getting into so I can't worry too much a out them.

Lesson of the day: if your friend is dating a hot and crazy chick, be supportive. But if there's signs of abuse (dude beatings) get them to run far far away. Your friend is gonna thank you in the end.


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Oblivious

Main Entry:
obliv·i·ous
Pronunciation:
\-vē-əs\
Function:
adjective
Date:
15th century
1 : lacking remembrance, memory, or mindful attention
2 : lacking active conscious knowledge or awareness —usually used with of or to
— obliv·i·ous·ly adverb
— obliv·i·ous·ness noun

I am clueless. Utterly, completely, fuckin blind to the obvious. Or are you so good that I couldn't tell. Hmm. It's you, not me.

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Good Citizenship

From kindergarden through 6th grade, I was always awarded good citizenship. I never had dentention ever. Granted, my favorite history teacher Mr. Johnson thought it was weird that I never had dentention. So weird that he gave me dentention for 5 minutes for being a goody goody. I still don't count it because it was never documented. I have a squeaky clean record K-12th. I never ditched, I had perfect attendence senior year.

I like fitting into that proper well behaved asian stereotype. I do have a bad girl side of me though! I'm so not a square! But I can never go against authority.

Last night a bunch of us were out at the office, a bar in north park. It was a 5&Dime party that Red and Senith got invited to from the owner Jake. We decided it was a good place to continue Matt's birthday week celebration.

We rolled pretty deep. It was birthday boy Matt, Tam, Red, Jerrin, Vicky, Lisa, Tom, Nit and I out and about. Red got us a table and we were having a blast. Then Lisa's old co workers Ashley and Sabrina rolled up to out table. Apparently they go to the office all the time. The last time they partied with us it ended badly. Those 2 are nothing but drama with a capital D. The wonder twins hung out with us. They were drinking out of flask openly and we got caught. Security asked for the flask and we could still stay. We accidently dropped it behind the couch of our table. We asked if security could help us get it. Security ends up finding an empty bottle of alchy. Suite 26 didn't bring it in, but we got kicked out of the bar anyways.

Ugh, I was motified! Only ghetto people get thrown out of a club or bar. To make matters worse, Ashley was making a scene. Degrading the security guard and cursing up a storm. She was horrible! The next day I found her and Sabrina brought in the bottle that suite 26 got blamed for. Ugh! Rules are made to be followed at a bar. They gave us a second chance, but these ghetto rule breaking bia bias ruined it all.

Lesson of the day: follow the rules for nightlife. Dresscodes and all that good stuff. I'm never gonna hang with those troublesome twins again!

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Yay Me!

Check out these texts between Lisa and I:




I made a new friend! Haha. But seriously, I made a new friend! Yay! I have known of Anh Tu for a few years. Perhaps for 5 years or so. Since she currently lives in Arizona, I've only meet her a handful of times. Monday night was the first time I actually sat down and chit chatted with her. I guess it's safe to say that we hit it off. Anh Tu thinks I'm cool enough to hook up with her brother! That means I score major cool points with her. Haha.

Let me see here. Anh Tu and I have a lot in common so far. We both prefer sweetheart mermaid dresses over fuffy princess gowns. We have booties. She and I prefer comfy heels and rather not suffer horribly for beauty in crazy spiked heels. We like shoe hunting at Nordstrom's Rack better than Loehman's and off the 5th. I wonder what else we have in common. Perhaps Anh Tu is a Twilight fan too! I must chill with this chick more often when she's in SD.

Lesson of the day: I shouldn't be so suprised that I hit it off with my close friend's friends. Great friends tend to surround themselves with great people. The more friends the merrier, especially if they're quality people.

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As if?!

Monday evening was an interesting one. Well, at least out of the norm for me. 2 nice wierd things happened.

One, Tam and I had dinner at Tom and Lisa's. We also ate with Anh Tu, her fiancé Mike and Gina. 6 out of the 7 people there were Viet. Tam and I are rarely around that many Viets. Usually we are out numbered by Filipinos on a regular basis.

Sometimes I feel a little out of place when I'm around that many Viets. Don't get me wrong, everyone's very nice and friendly. But for example: everyone ( including Korean Tom ) started playing killer. Apparently, Tam and I are the only Viets on earth that don't know how to play killer. So we just sat there smoking hookah while they played. Haha. It was nice though to hang out with a bunch of Viets in our age group for a change. It's something I would like to do more often. Too bad Anh Tu and Mike live in Arizona.

A lot of people find it strange that the Daos don't fit the typical Viet stereotypes. Those that know us well are aware that the Daos were born and raised in the valley of Los Angeles. Valencia to be exact, aka the Santa Clarita Valley. Valencia is a white suburbia and 3% asian. The only Asians there were majority Filipino and a little Korean. In my graduating class I had one other Viet girl and 3 Viet guys with me. The girl was a snobby brain, 2 of the guys were wanna be thugs and the othe guy was an awesome fob (he was the only one I was friends with).

I hung out with mostly Filipinos and was exposed to their culture a lot, and I do mean a lot. I know all about debuts, aunties, uncles, iii nacoles, psst, lumpia, adobo, opening the light, rocking polka dots on new year's eve, pointing with your mouth and stuff. Tam too. You can safely say we're Filipino washed.

However, us Daos grew up very very white washed, hence my valley girl accent. My girlfriends back home still carry that accent. As hard as we try to tame it, it's there. The professional world doesn't take valley girls very seriously. Especially if you're in the medical field or an educator. Thank goodness in retail, a valley girl accents reflects high energy.



I'm proud of my valley girl roots. We grew up very sheltered and happy. I love the word "grody" and the valley girl movie, Clueless. Yes, I can recite many lines from that classic. Being raised white washed, people make interesting comments to me. Like "Thao, you are the only Viet I get along with or like". I'm super perky and friendly, the polar opposite of the so-called Viet stereotype. I've experienced first hand the stare downs in Mira Mesa. It's so uncomfortable! I hate it so much! I sometimes feel like picking my nose just so the haters have something to really look at. And then I flick my booger at them. I see how how some Viets walk around so gang banging tough and too cool. Don't get me wrong though. I know valley people can come off stuck up, a la Tam. I can get all queen bee and plastic too. But that bitchiness is often provoked. I know I'm scrappy as a firecracker, but I don't come off like a cripe chick. I'm not gonna "cut a bitch". I just throw a BF (bitch fit a la queen bee).

The second odd thing that happened during dinner was the girls out numbered the guys for once. That rarely ever happens. Anh Tu commented that the guys in her group of friends in Arizona out number the girls on a regular basis also. When suite 26 hangs out, the most girls present is 3. 4 if Jerrin's girlfriend Vicky comes out. Or perhaps on my birthday you will see a lot if girls out and about with us. Lelanie, Sher, Vicky and Shania join Lisa, Lou and I on team pink. But even at our greatest numbers, the boys still out number us.

I wonder if after girls leave high school, their number of gal pals dwindle or remains the same?While their numbers of guy friends increase steadily? Hmm. Back in high school I used to hang out with mostly girls and now i'm that chick that chills with mostly guys. Lelanie's that chick too. Lisa too. Hmm. We all use to hang out with mostly girls and now we don't. I don't get why. Weird. Oh well. I love the girls in my life and I love guys in my life. Why? Because they're the best friends I could ask for.

Lesson of the day: a Monday evening can be interesting as a Friday or Saturday.

What's next to me?

So I'm sitting on the couch watching Hannah Montana with Red. That's all Red by the way. I don't watch Hannah Montana on my own. I swear! Either Red or Tam have to be home watching it in order for me to check it out. Darn roomies got me tolerating it after watching the wizards on deck with Hannah Montana special.

Anyways, I reached over for a pizza bagel and felt something spikey. I looked to the right and saw blackness and a set of eyes staring back at me.







Red scared the shit out of me! I thought some kind of wild animal was sitting on the couch with me.

My vision is still jacked up that Red can easily scare the crap out of me more than usual.


-- Post From My iPhone

You Can Call Me Whatever You Like

Everyone has a few nicknames or alias that they go by. I think have too many.

Thaoee ( email address for many sites and oddly enough dubbed by my first boyfriend Anthony. Even more odd is that every boyfriend has called me Thaoee. Oh, a lot gal pals and my sister call me Thaoee too).
TaDow ( my oldest nickname. I've been dubbed this since the 7th grade I think).
HowNowThaoDaoBrownCow? ( yes, one big slur of a nickname. Make this my oldest nickname. Had this since elementry school ).
T-Bird ( dubbed by Lisa ).
Bird ( a shorter version of T-Bird).
Mama Bear ( dubbed by my PS kids ).
Thaoee Daoee ( dubbed by the current ex. Please don't call me this. It makes me want to break something pretty. One of my employees made the mistake of calling me that and I nearly took his eye out).
Scrappy Doo ( dubbed by Red for obvious reasons).
Queen Thao (because queen takes all. I eat princesses for lunch).
Pistol Thao. Bang bang. ( dubbed by my old beloved CEO ).
T ( because saying Thao is such a mouthful).
Tiffany ( my white girl name).
Tao ( yeah like the club or religion. I spell my name like this at Starbucks for convience).
TheeyOo ( the most common way to mispronounce my name. Which I hate dearly. That's why I use Tao when a name is requested upon point of sale).

So what did you think? Too many nicknames? Or is it a normal amount?

Lesson if the day: say my name! say my name!

-- Post From My iPhone

Do I? Sure

Do I miss you? Sure, sometimes though. How can I not think about you? Especially the good times. Ah the good times. Thinking about happier times with you brings warm fuzzy feelings.

But then I think about the not so good times. Instead of getting mad, I get disappointed on how things unfolded. Things got so ugly. Stuff happened that I didn't even imagine possible. But I'm glad things unfolded the way it did. My life is currently better without you in it, but I wonder if life could be " nicer " if you we more than non-existent in my everyday life. Perhaps. Sigh, perhaps.

Do I wish you well? Sure. That's the ideal thing to wish upon you. I want you happy and onto the road of bettering yourself. I truly mean it. I'm on that road myself.
I wish you good health. I wish you the happiness you deserve. Like I said, I wish you well. I don't wish bad things upon you.

However, does the evil plastic bitch in me smile with absolute utter delight when things aren't going well for you? Hell fuckin yeah. Everytime you fall from grace, it's a victory for all the times you shoved bullshit in my face. Every unfortunate thing that happens to you is pay back for every ounce of pain you caused me. Every struggle and challenge that faces you is justified bullshit. I wonder if you suffered for every selfish bullshit move you have ever made? Hmm. (this is me on the angry tip).

Lesson of the day? Queen takes all. Do not fuck with me because the universe has a devine way of making things right.

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Normalcy

A wise friend once said, " build a bridge and get over it ". But say if you already went to Home Depot and you already built this bridge? What now? You're personally over the conflicts, but how do you go back to normalcy?

Were things so tainted that you can't resume good ol' times at all? I want to say no, things are not beyond repair. I am the sort of person that views the glass half full.

Perhaps I need to give the situations more time to heal. I may be over the conflicts, but the other party could still be nursing wounds. Hmm, time will tell I supose. That's so cliche, but true.

Lesson of the day: you can't rush a " happily ever after ". It takes time. A lot of time.


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Social Manners

I think I have great social manners. Granted, I could take a class or 2 in dining etiquette. Haha. But I do well social settings. I give firm handshakes and I have been told I'm very approachable. Approachable as in I'm very friendly looking.

I'm very good at introducing people to each other. Almost too good because I often have the bad habit of re-introducing people to each other multiple times. I'm also not very shy about introducing myself to strangers when mutual friends fail to do so in the first place. I do this often because my friends are very bad at introductions. They fail at this a lot. I honestly rather introduce myself than stand around in silence trading awkward glances.

For example, this evening I was seated near a stranger. Someone I have heard about before in passing, but not officially met. I decided to put my hand out and introduced myself to this " friend of a friend ". Then I proceeded to introduce this " friend of a friend " to everyone else seated nearby. I waited a good 20 minutes for the mutual friend to go through the formalities, but he failed to do so. The mutual friend didn't attempt the formalities till the end of the dinner. By then we were able to chuckle that we introduced ourselves to each other at the beginning of the meal already. Haha.

I also think my good social manners make me likeable. I'm usually the friendliest to newcomers of the group. Playing the hostess with the mostest. (Even though I usually judge honey bees harshly for my guy friends. Haha). I tend to be the person people like to chit chat with first or most often. Yay me!

Lesson of the day: never be too shy to pratice good manners. They make any situation more pleasant.


-- Post From My iPhone