Yummy.

New York City is known for her star power, her power to lure the big celebrities and gather them together at award ceremonies, or you can have those stars scattered and let us find them on the streets by surprise. If it’s not the former, it’s the latter, and it bound to happen to all New Yorkers. I’m not a New Yorker, but every couple of months I become one. This time, the star that Dave and I caught glimpse of set both of our salivary glands running.

Tyson Beckford

The best part is, Tyson looked at our direction. However, I would like to take all the credit that Tyson was only looking at me, because Tyson would never check my boyfriend out. Dave wouldn’t let me take a picture of him, but to be quite honest, I’m scared of going up to models because you’ll never know, they may be the biggest bitch ever. They may be nice on Oprah or on Regis and Kelly’s show, but they might just send some security guards running after you. I did, however, try to catch him outside the theatre, but he was already being driven away in his beautiful silver Bentley. Oh yeah, Busta Rhymes was there too, but who cares about him.

On another note, Dave plays basketball with Jin (the rapper) sometimes. Huh?

Xangans, have you met any stars lately and whom?

Airport Security.

They took my lipgloss away because it was considered to be a “liquid”. Am I furious you might ask? Oh no, I managed to smuggle deorderant, tweezers, shavers, other “liquid” lipglosses, but they were contemplating on my mascara. Good thing they didn’t take it away, mascaras are expensive; at least mine was.

They also made me rip off the wrapping from a box gift set because they were suspicious of what was inside: “What are those round things we see through the X-ray?” Japanese porcelain bowls for my boyfriend’s mother? They still made me rip it off, however they did apologize and I do “sort of” understand. I mean, do I look like a criminal/terrorist to you? Well then again, a man with a baby seems innocent too, but look what those beastly men could come up with.

They also prohibit any kind of drink or food coming from outside the airport. “No drinks allowed on the plane.” Yeah, that means water too. I thought it was quite ridiculous when they have to resort to the customer buying a drink at those airport newstands, and then they would pour it in a cup for you, JUST in case you couldn’t finish your “inexpensive” $5.00 juice that you might consider bringing it with you on the plane. Pathetic. So what I did was I refused to buy a drink at the airport. I sat there for an hour and a half killing myself with thirst, but I still refused to buy a drink. Finally, I got on the plane where I milked the flight attendant for all the water she could give me: “Sorry, I feel kind of nausiated, may I have some water please?”

Xangans, do you think these precautions are way too ridiculous? Quite frankly, my tweezers and shavers are much more threatening than a bottle of water.

Just Walk Away.

I admire those that can just walk away from the past. I question sometimes if they even feel a thing. Hurt? Detachment? Anything? I admire C for having to move onto other guys within a week. The quote goes like this: “I would never date a guy longer than 3 months… what for?” I looked deeply into her eyes, trying to regain any collective picture of her and how I thought I knew her before she said that. It’s not a good admiration as I would have for an idol, but one that is a selfish admiration, thinking perhaps what she has inside of her is what I  need for myself to shelter the hurt.

I admire M for having to do the same thing. She forgets everything and transitions onto the next person that she thinks would be best for her. Maybe because M and C has nothing to lose, nothing is at stake, it’s so easy to let loose, because they were never holding tight to begin with. Always walking forward, and here I am walking backwards. Thinking that I might miss out, thinking that I might regret. But all I’m feeling is the same miserable feeling that made me want to walk away in the first place, so I ask myself, why am I walking back?

I can’t decide whether if what I have is better than what M and C has in them. Their ability to “get over it and move on” or my ability to mourn and to fully analyze the situation.

waiting.
forgave.
waiting.
waiting.
jet plane.
ride the bus.
waiting.

Sudoku Madness.

My parents suddenly got into the popular craze of Sudoku. It started with my dad, then it spread to my mom. Now every night after they eat and before they go to sleep, they lash out a stack of printed sudoku puzzles and wrack their brains with numbers trying to fill up those empty squares.

I thought it was cool, because I would always play sudoku in class, actually that was EVERY SINGLE DAY. Now that my parents play it, I don’t know if I’m that interested in it anymore. I don’t even know how they got started!

Of course, with my Sudoku skills, I like to look over my parents shoulder and ruin it for them by telling which number goes where, but alas, they’re so pretentious. They argue about it, and they don’t believe me until I point it out to them three or four times. “Nooooh dis dos not go hair!”, “you don’t know wat you ah talking about!” Ahhhhh parents.

Lessons Learned.

1) To never ever talk to bf’s relatives or anybody relatively close to oneself (i.e bestfriends) about your own relationship. They’ll be worried, then they’ll judge, and then they’ll choose a side. Sucks when they’re not on your side. It happens naturally with significant other’s family members, of course they’ll choose their side, what — you think they’re going to stick with you rather than choose family? It’s better to quarrel behind closed doors.

2) Gossip about anybody (especially your own relationship, refer to number 1) does not bring ANYBODY closer. Just shows your true colours actually. And in this world, I’ve finally realized that it’s better not to let anybody see how vulnerable you are.

3) That the list of the things (24 Things Love and ….) I made down there are harder to fulfill than I thought. I think I’ve done the exact opposite to every point down there today on a simple phonecall to the bf.

4) That my bf does not read on a daily basis of what I have to say here. Not that I write everyday, but wouldn’t you want to keep refreshing the page and see if I’ve written anything about you?

5) Contrary to popular belief that it is “easier to get a girl when you’re rich”, it is actually a bullshit excuse for your broke ass. I never said I wanted a million dollars. I just wanted you to treat me AS IF I’m a million dollars. Big difference. (Refer to HousewifeNY’s comment: “He shouldn’t have to take out loans to buy you the latest bags or jewels, but he should give what he can afford.”)

6) That it is easier not to feel, than to feel all the resentment, anger and passion sometimes.

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I almost forgot…

7) That you can never change a man. You love him for what he is. If you don’t like what you’re seeing, move on.