kat’s eye view

” Fare is what you pay to ride the bus, see that’s the only fare I know.” - Heylia James

The most memorable night of my life….

.thank u.

No, I am not talking about Facebook or Myspace or the combination of either one. I’m referring to the 6 inches around the circumference of my head that is reserved for my well being, called “Face Space”. I don’t understand people that don’t understand this concept.

I have never been at want for my own personal space. I’ve always had my own room and did not need to share much since I had a sibling of the opposite sex, so being temporarily transported out in the big apple was a huge culture shock for me. Sharing my oxygen with the guy next to me on a subway was not my idea of a good morning.

So how close is too close? How about when someone is sitting on my lap while everyone is squished like sardines on the train, or worse, when there’s a crotch in my face! If I can smell your toothpaste or lack thereof, it’s time to back it up. Or when my boss used to get super excited about something and kept getting closer and closer, as his eyes got bigger and bigger and then smack! Yes J, you are too close. (but you know i love you)

A few tips for a better functioning society: Sitting in someones lap is not acceptable, no matter how crowded the subway/bus is. If you are sitting in between two people and one of them gets off, take their seat. Subway seats are not made for my ghetto booty, every square inch makes for a comfortable ride. The only time you should invade one’s personal space is when you are about to engage in a make-out sesh, or talk shit about someone within ear shot.

Learn it, Live it, Love it.

A-Train, Columbus Circle.. how I miss you.

So a couple nights ago, I had this crazy ass…

So check this:

I’m on the East Coast, and my friend and I jump in the Atlantic Ocean to go for a swim. For some reason we did not need any oxygen and we swam under water for a long time, going deeper and deeper towards the bottom. When we reached the bottom of the ocean, we broke through some barrier that led us through a water tunnel, and we ended up in South America. Once we were there, we swam up to shore on a tropical island. We were chit chatting, then all of a sudden I felt this huge wave of guilt, and started bawling my eyes out. I was deeply distraught, and I kept apologizing.

and then I woke up…

I could not shake this dream, no matter how hard I tried. Throughout the day, I kept thinking about my friend. Questions and thoughts swirled through my head. What did it all mean? Is this some kind of omen? What should I do? I even looked up my dream in a dream dictionary to figure out the meaning behind my twilight madness.

So, I did what any normal person probably should not do: I contacted my friend. And after I said what I had to say, I was over it.

Yes, that’s all there is.

“Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.” - Tom Gates

I have a hard time admitting that I’m hurt. Why? Because saying that my feelings got hurt is also admitting that I’m weak. Or, so I thought. I realized that getting angry instead of simply saying that “I’m hurt” is actually the weaker thing to do.

Life lesson #1248754 learned… and 783429384435345893458791245 more to go.

Two years ago on this day, Thanksgiving was on November 22, 2007. And a year after that, “K” was born. (She’s 1 now & oh-so cute)

I also wrote this:

The 4 F’s of my Thanksgiving…

#1 F: Family - unconditional, undying love & support. without them i am nothing. ’nuff said

#2 F: Friends - the care & concern i’ve received from my friends have all taken a part in nurturing my being.. helping me reach my greatest potential. you are who you surround yourself with, and so far, all my friends are beautiful people, inside, but mostly out. teehee

#3 F: Foes - for testing my patience when i felt it was impossible to hold my composure. for instilling within me a greater threshold of understanding and forgiveness. but most of all, pushing me to my limits, giving me the strength to let go without regret.

#4 Feast! (food)- this one my brother bear can laugh to himself about.. how ever we all celebrate thanksgiving, turkey, galbi, ham, KFC, whatever.. eat lots, and be thankful!

Cafe Gratitude - SF

______________________________________________________________________________

Since then, a lot of things have changed. But I’m grateful for exactly all the same things this year as I was two years ago, but I should add one more “F” to that list:

#5 F: Furry Friends - Rambo. (pls. see “all about me” for picture reference) He keeps me sane and my toes warm on these cold California nights. I heart him.

Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.
– Oprah Winfrey

Whenever I hear someone say that something ‘blows’, I tell them to ‘blow it back’ (in my head).

Funny ‘blow’ story:

So, my friends and I were exchanging bad sex stories over drinks one day and one of my guy friends said that when he was in high school, he dated a girl that had never gone down on a guy before. When he asked her to try it, she unzipped his pants, pulled off his boxers and started to ‘blow’ on his penis, like one would their birthday candles, and then asked him “did that feel good?”

Safe to say that THAT blow job totally blew.

Waiting to use the restroom when lover is napping… just in case the flush might wake him.

In a world where relaying information and keeping in touch is at our fingertips, do we fail to communicate with one another verbally?

I grew up in pre-existent times. Pre cell phones, text messaging, instant messages, video chatting, social networks, and virtual journals or blogs. All the modes we use to communicate and keep in touch with each another didn’t exist when I was growing up, so in some ways, I still feel like a real conversation is more substantial than a few exchanges through text or instant message.

Text messaging is convenient when you are in a place when talking on the phone is not optimal, ie: class, work, in a loud venue, but I don’t understand people who text over 10msgs back and forth just to figure out where/what to eat when both parties were sitting on the couch in their respective homes. A 45 second phone conversation would have sufficed.

I guess I’m just jealous because I don’t have unlimited text messaging like the rest of the world.

*sigh*