I visited my girlfriend's blog today. For almost 4 years she has donned an armour of positivity and surrounded herself with Light Workers as she battles the emotionally dark and draining war of Cancer. Audrey reminds me today that we need to perceive our life as a gift and live each day immersed in the awesomeness of LOVE. Yes, it's totally cliche but stripped naked and down to the nitty gritty of things, it's absolutely the TRUTH.
I have horseshoes up my J-Lo curvalicious ass. I have been surrounded by love throughout my entire childhood and easily found love in junior high. I guess if you study the Law of Attraction, this really isn't a surprise as you receive what you put out into this Universe. So today I will be introducing to the Cyber world my dear friend Jessica. The Karmic chain reaction is you will fall in love with her as I have and then spend a couple minutes cross-referencing your data bank of eligible, single men to see if you are the gate keeper to perhaps another Happily Ever After. Remember... don't just observe the world unfold... help create the energy that makes your world rotate.
I was the new student in the school... yet again. My parents were renters and we moved almost every year from Grade 3 until Grade 7 so I had to quickly grasp the art of making new friends or forever have the horrifying stigma as the "one" that would be picked for not fitting in. It became a familiar routine. The first day of every new classroom the teacher would do roll call and totally butcher the pronounciation of my non-White name thereby creating more awareness to my all ready awkward situation. There would the usual sea of snickers and I would annoyingly stand up and practically yell: It's pronounced "Hung" as in "I hung up the phone" and then I would dramatically glare down the rest of the class. By now the whispering has subsided because the assertiveness in my voice clearly sends a "I will kick your ass if you even think about making fun of me" signal to the brighter ones. This survival technique has boded me well even into my later years.
It was Grade 7 at James Whiteside Elementary and my teacher was Mrs. Ticinovic (who by the way has been always one of my favorite ones). At recess, a quiet brown girl with the longest single braid I have ever seen shyly approaches me and asks me what school I went to before. Jessica had a big smile and we easily became good friends. Our bond was our traditional families. Being Asian, I wasn't allowed the usual permissions of sleeping over or spending great amounts of time loitering at 7-11 or the mall. Topics such as boys, dying your hair, wearing the big brand names were not subjects that our parents approved of. There were moments where we both wished we could act like the rest of the hormone walking teenagers but for the most part we enjoyed our extended childhood. Jessica comes from a family of four siblings and like myself, is the oldest of the brood. We had the immense pressure of walking the fine line of a blended cultural gap and trying to be the role model to our younger siblings.
Sometime in junior high I gave up on pleasing my parents and said "Fuck this shit" (I now recognize this behavior as a teenage rite of passage and dread the day my kids do this to me). I dyed my hair, started secretly dating, climbed out of my window in the middle of the night to go neck with Chris and left my sweet friend behind in my blazing trail. After graduating high school, I guess the same light bulb went off in Jessica's head. She too chopped of her long beautiful braid, dyed it crazy blonde, jumped on a cruise ship to work in their Kids Programs and partied hard for several years while seeing the world.
We met up again in the Facebook world and started a new chapter of our friendship as parents. Jessica's proudest achievement is her absolutely incredible daughter Jada. Like her mom, she has a light in her eyes that can brighten up the darkest days. The first time I met Jada, she bounced towards me with unbridled energy and gave me the biggest smile and the hardest high five. If you stalked Jessica's Facebook profile you will notice that her entire world rotates around her beautiful Jada. They constantly do geeky mother daughter things like get pedicures, eat ice cream, wear matching sandals and plan coordinating DIY Halloween costumes.
Jessica also goes by Miss Jessy. She is a preschool teacher and luckily for this world she falls into the AMAZING breed. You know, the kind that your children will always remember to their death bed (along with the Pi=3.14) because she has that special quality of connecting with your little one and making them feel like they CAN do WHATEVER they WANT if they put their minds to it? Or making you feel like you are the ONLY one that matters? Ya... she's THAT type of amazing. As a person that does not get anyone less than 3 feet in height (AKA children) I have huge respect for people that enter this field. Back when I worked at IKEA, I once had to cover a break in Smalland and I vividly remembered having this short, roundish boy come up and demand I play with him. I blankly looked at him, puzzled at his request and then said, "No, there are other kids here that would love to play with you." In retaliation to my answer (that he clearly did not agree with) he licked my arm. Not just a quick little lick... like the entire length of my arm. At that very moment, I shrivelled up and almost died. To get licensed for Chris' daycare he had to get a form signed by our family Doctor that proved he was a responsible adult and sound of mind. I almost peed myself laughing. Ironically a person is not sound of mind when choosing this delicate profession... yup... in my books you're freaking nuts. I would rather wrestle alligators in a pit of venomous cobras then man Chris' daycare.
That being said, anyone that dedicates their life to teaching the most important people in our world holds a very special place of recognition in my books. Partly because I can't do it and mostly because it's really, really, really hard work. Naturally Jessica's profession is an extension of her actual personality. When you are around her you feel like everyday is celebration and her status updates on Facebook always ends in an explanation mark! If there is a party, Miss Jessy and Jada are most likely to be the center of it.
Other random facts of Miss Jessy. She has been working out and eating healthy so is in the best shape I have ever seen her since I have known her (PS. I am secretly envious of you). Jessica is a spicy East Indian who is always looking for the next adventure so will need a man that can keep up with this firecracker. This woman has a bold style and sports sometimes electric blue and sometimes emerald green contacts.
I guarantee you the man that falls in love with Miss Jessy will fall harder in love with Jada. I suspect Jessica's ying to her yang requires a youthful energy and a light perspective on life. The hardest question about Jessica's day is what flavour of ice cream one should eat. I bet if Jada got to choose she would say the Rainbow one.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Miss Krista
Sooooo... I am on a mission. If you know me, you will also know that this is equivalent to a dog and a bone... and this bitch rarely lets go.
I have amazing people in my life. Some of these people have had a tougher journey at finding love then others. Not because they are not special (quite the contrary) but mostly because they attract the wrong type of person. I have discovered that I am really talented at reading people and also really talented at writing (clearly being humble is not one of my qualities) so I figured that maybe I can assist the energy flow and re-align this for all the people that deserve to feel the power of love. Yes, it's totally sappy but hey it really is the ONLY purpose in life. Whether it's with your special someone, or with your amazing-bestest-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world, or your can't-live-without soul sister, or your children that-can't- do-no-wrong, this is the juice that makes the world go round. If you are reading this blog, I challenge you to see if you have the missing "connector" somewhere orbiting in your life and then comment, or message me to see if we can get this deal done. There is the perfect someone for everyone and I'm determined to prove it.
Meet Krista. Krista is my first work wife. She claimed that title back in the days when she worked with Chris at Best Buy. They were the super duo that busted their ass to ensure Mr. Best Buy can add another luxury private jet to his collection. If you don't know by now, Chris is a nerd. I can't even give him the auspiscious title of Geek because Geeks make mega money thus buying them the honor of cool (AKA Bill Gates). Nope, unfortunately for me this is not the case. Chris gets really animated when anything video game, cartoons or comic related paraphenelia gets unleashed. Bundle that with technology and what you have is a 6' walking orgasm. If I asked him what client of ours just put a $10,000 deposit on an order, you'll get a blank look and an empty blink of his gorgeous lashes for dramatic flair. Ask him what version of the Batman suit/costume was his favorite and all of a sudden his short term memory loss has miraculously resolved itself. What's painful is that he will literally spend the next three weeks discussing all the versions, listed in chronological order and debate the pros and cons of each. Given an unlimited amount of funds, he would fill his estate with Transformers, DC Comics, and all things Super Heroes. Chris would be the TV star in "High-End Hoarders" that made headlines because he got buried alive in plastic and die-cast metal crap made in China. Luckily for me, our funds are limited and he has to spend it on boring things like food and electricity.
Well, Krista is the female version of my beloved Chris. The major difference is she's shorter and she can't pee (as well) as Chris standing up. When you get these two nerds together it's like reuniting She-Ra and He-Man... pretty much Care Bears and Rainbow Brites start shooting out of their auras for their love of all things Nerd. I often stare in awe from the sidelines totally baffled at their "secret language" because I can't comprehend the debates of how Trunks levels up to super Saiyan 1, who's power is definitley "over 9000". Oh, Chris and Krista also share an undying love of the Canucks. Unlike myself, who yawns my way through at the seven minute mark of the 1st period and would pick my hockey pool on hotness factor. To the dismay of these two diehards, I am also the first one to curse play-off facial structures.
What I respect most of Krista is her ambition. She's in her early twenties and in the majority of her employment her leaders recognize that she is a woman that handles responsibilities and the stress that comes with it gracefully. Even though her hobbies are youthful, her approach to life is very mature considering her life experience. She works extremely hard and is fiercely loyal. If I was in a war, she would be THE person that would take the bullet for me and even be gracious enough to say, "It's no big deal, that's why I have two eyes." Her sense of humour is quick on the draw with varying levels of intelligent depth. Like myself, there are several degrees of "burns" if you were lucky enough to be a recipient of her observations. She is a natural giver and like most people with this gift this can become a double edge sword. Many times, people use this to their advantage and keep withdrawing from the account without reciprocating with deposits.
Krista gets excited about EVERYTHING in life. She has trudged through a lot of shit but you won't find her complaining about it. In her world, there is a positive spin on everything and she usually is the one to remind people of the silver lining. Some other random things about her. She is an identical twin. She likes to think she's a bad ass and practices kick-boxing religiously 3-4 times a week. Realistically she's more like a walking ray of sunshine with some boxing gloves. She is studying at BCIT in the faculty of Business. She has these beautiful blue eyes and a disarming smile. I love her flawless skin and rich deep dark brown hair (which I have been told is naturally strawberry blonde, but she dyes it because she doesn't want people to thinks she's a ditz).
Krista deserves a total sweetheart with a heavy dose of "nerd." Her equal will require some mega IQ, a hilarious sense of humor, someone who is confident in themself (so has their shit together), is adventurous, and understands that Krista is their number one priority.
P.S. If you have a man that unbashingly owns a Green Lantern t-shirt then it's a mega bonus.
I have amazing people in my life. Some of these people have had a tougher journey at finding love then others. Not because they are not special (quite the contrary) but mostly because they attract the wrong type of person. I have discovered that I am really talented at reading people and also really talented at writing (clearly being humble is not one of my qualities) so I figured that maybe I can assist the energy flow and re-align this for all the people that deserve to feel the power of love. Yes, it's totally sappy but hey it really is the ONLY purpose in life. Whether it's with your special someone, or with your amazing-bestest-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world, or your can't-live-without soul sister, or your children that-can't- do-no-wrong, this is the juice that makes the world go round. If you are reading this blog, I challenge you to see if you have the missing "connector" somewhere orbiting in your life and then comment, or message me to see if we can get this deal done. There is the perfect someone for everyone and I'm determined to prove it.
Meet Krista. Krista is my first work wife. She claimed that title back in the days when she worked with Chris at Best Buy. They were the super duo that busted their ass to ensure Mr. Best Buy can add another luxury private jet to his collection. If you don't know by now, Chris is a nerd. I can't even give him the auspiscious title of Geek because Geeks make mega money thus buying them the honor of cool (AKA Bill Gates). Nope, unfortunately for me this is not the case. Chris gets really animated when anything video game, cartoons or comic related paraphenelia gets unleashed. Bundle that with technology and what you have is a 6' walking orgasm. If I asked him what client of ours just put a $10,000 deposit on an order, you'll get a blank look and an empty blink of his gorgeous lashes for dramatic flair. Ask him what version of the Batman suit/costume was his favorite and all of a sudden his short term memory loss has miraculously resolved itself. What's painful is that he will literally spend the next three weeks discussing all the versions, listed in chronological order and debate the pros and cons of each. Given an unlimited amount of funds, he would fill his estate with Transformers, DC Comics, and all things Super Heroes. Chris would be the TV star in "High-End Hoarders" that made headlines because he got buried alive in plastic and die-cast metal crap made in China. Luckily for me, our funds are limited and he has to spend it on boring things like food and electricity.
Well, Krista is the female version of my beloved Chris. The major difference is she's shorter and she can't pee (as well) as Chris standing up. When you get these two nerds together it's like reuniting She-Ra and He-Man... pretty much Care Bears and Rainbow Brites start shooting out of their auras for their love of all things Nerd. I often stare in awe from the sidelines totally baffled at their "secret language" because I can't comprehend the debates of how Trunks levels up to super Saiyan 1, who's power is definitley "over 9000". Oh, Chris and Krista also share an undying love of the Canucks. Unlike myself, who yawns my way through at the seven minute mark of the 1st period and would pick my hockey pool on hotness factor. To the dismay of these two diehards, I am also the first one to curse play-off facial structures.
What I respect most of Krista is her ambition. She's in her early twenties and in the majority of her employment her leaders recognize that she is a woman that handles responsibilities and the stress that comes with it gracefully. Even though her hobbies are youthful, her approach to life is very mature considering her life experience. She works extremely hard and is fiercely loyal. If I was in a war, she would be THE person that would take the bullet for me and even be gracious enough to say, "It's no big deal, that's why I have two eyes." Her sense of humour is quick on the draw with varying levels of intelligent depth. Like myself, there are several degrees of "burns" if you were lucky enough to be a recipient of her observations. She is a natural giver and like most people with this gift this can become a double edge sword. Many times, people use this to their advantage and keep withdrawing from the account without reciprocating with deposits.
Krista gets excited about EVERYTHING in life. She has trudged through a lot of shit but you won't find her complaining about it. In her world, there is a positive spin on everything and she usually is the one to remind people of the silver lining. Some other random things about her. She is an identical twin. She likes to think she's a bad ass and practices kick-boxing religiously 3-4 times a week. Realistically she's more like a walking ray of sunshine with some boxing gloves. She is studying at BCIT in the faculty of Business. She has these beautiful blue eyes and a disarming smile. I love her flawless skin and rich deep dark brown hair (which I have been told is naturally strawberry blonde, but she dyes it because she doesn't want people to thinks she's a ditz).
Krista deserves a total sweetheart with a heavy dose of "nerd." Her equal will require some mega IQ, a hilarious sense of humor, someone who is confident in themself (so has their shit together), is adventurous, and understands that Krista is their number one priority.
P.S. If you have a man that unbashingly owns a Green Lantern t-shirt then it's a mega bonus.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Oh Miss Snaggletooth Kaiya
When I started my first blog, I was a new mom so my sometimes unreal experiences had enough fodder to last at least a decade. Between the sleep deprivation, the hormonal peaks and valleys and being thrust into giving up your identity to succumb to the demands of a newborn who couldn't even figure out the basics of life, writing was a therapeutic escape. If you missed my year long ranting and raving it's at: http://crung.livejournal.com/ - my dedication to Tai Jaeden Manson.
Kaiya Elaine Mansoncame screaming into the world on July 9, 2010. She was my fantasy newborn. Unlike Tai, she slept beautifully, ate effortlessly, passed gas like a seasoned pro and she had the unbelievable magic of engaging you into her happy world. When you cuddle her, she cooed. When you sang to her, she googled at you with her big (for a half Asian) brown eyes and smiled. When you talked to her, she babbled confidently back like she understood everything. I was truly in love and she melted everyone's heart that she batted her eyelashes at. She was the complete opposite of Tai.
Then something happened around the three month mark. Kaiya hit the milestones with record breaking speed. Her growth charts were literally off the grid (As in she was so fat and tall that she wasn't even on the charts). Tai was a chubby baby but Kaiya had so much girth and robusto on her that she made the Michelin Man look like he was on Jenny Craig. When I told my friends that she was a wee tad on the "big girl" side they would just roll their eyes assuming I was exaggerating the issue. When they finally met the little Manson heifer they soon realized why she earned the nicknames of "Beebee Hippo" and "Smallish Bear." Clearly the Asian genes were in retreat during this stage. I think this is when our sweet Kaiya blossomed into a raging... um... Hulk Smash.
Kaiya clearly showed a disregard to rules, routines, manners, and well you know... anything that could possibly make my life easier. Miss Beebee is definitely the grand opposite of Tai. Ying and Yang, Darth Vader and Luke, Miss Piggy and Kermit... you know the classic pairing. Tai is truly his father's son when it comes to temperment. He is extremely cautious, doesn't like change, is very intense and emotional and timidly approaches the world like it's going to explode on him. Kaiya is fearless (or stupid only time will tell), either insanely happy or just mad, loathes being restricted to social norms and lives life precariously on the edge. I knew Karma would one day bite me in the ass, I was just never prepared for it to be named Kaiya.
My girlfriend Audrey is a cancer warrior and battling the bitch with grace and humor. This morning she posted on her blog: http://notthedestinationbut.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/nice-girl-not-too-bright/. As always, she debates the gifts of cancer and offers a vulnerable look at her often dark and lonely road. Through her talented writing she reminds me everyday to appreciate my blessings and to stay in the moment. Today she brought up the topic of grandchildren so I offered up an opportunity to nanny Kaiya:
I am always here for you so I will unselfishly allow you to be my personal Nanny of my brood. No, no, no… it’s really not a problem at all. Feel free to chase Kaiya around while she is screaming bloody murder because she feels clothing restricts her from experiencing everything life has to offer. She also enjoys peeling off her diapers and peeing in the public eye – because let’s face it, doing it privately is so 24 hours ago. Attempt to convince her that one sits to eat is like wrestling a crack-out alligator. And forget about using words and proper manners, screeching to the point of alarming all canines within a 200 kilometer radius is a way more effective form of communication. Like I said, I am a sharing kind of gal.
Her hilarious response:
H-Dawg – You give and you give and you give! Such a wee martyr you are, my beloved friend.
Okay, here is the deal….I will take on Ms Kaiya (who I can’t wait to meet, by the way) as long as she understands the following:
1) I do not climb trees in my bare feet in order to hang a swing
2) Nudity is fine if and only if, you declare it as streaking, and that you are making a political statement by doing so
3) Peeing in public is permissible only in front of those who have pissed you off
4) Sitting to eat causes a person to relax. That could potentially lead to a lack of sense of purpose. The girl wins this one.
5) Manners, schmanners. Overrated! Again, this one goes to Ms Kaiya.
Love and hugs to you and your wild child xoxoxo
Now this is where the science experiment of parenting really gets interesting. When Tai was born I had one glorious year of maternity leave. I read all the books, studied up on all the latest research and agonized over every parenting decision. I did imprint myself heavily on Tai so despite his "nature" he has been "nurtured" and has grown into a sensitive, beautifully polite, methodical thinker that communicates and processes information well beyond an average 5 year old. He is also extremely confident (to the point that's it's almost cocky), has no problem approaching complete strangers to talk their ear off and will negotiate his way to Timbuck to if he's allowed.
When Kaiya was born I had 2 very short months with her and it was back to work for me since being an entrepreneur meant there was no such thing as maternity pay. Chris became the nurturer and since he prefers parenting more organically, Kaiya's behavior amplified into... um... a Tazmanian Devil. No word of a lie, that is her energy level. She even scares her Nona who normally isn't scared of anybody after raising 5 boys. As a baby, she never became attached to any of the normal soothing props. She spitefully spat out the soothers, aggressively kicked off all her blankets, shrieked like a Banshee at the mobiles, and delightfully sacrificed all plush toys to Penny to chew on. Ironically, just recently she has been attached to this giant Stitch doll. If you ever watch Lilo and Stitch, Kaiya embodies both spirits so seeing her drag around a blue Stitch half the size of her is hilariously poetic - Lilo & Stitch just so happens to be my favorite movie.
Another wonderful trait of Kaiya is that she is extremely clumsy. She falls, trips, bashes her head, scars her legs, bruises her face and the latest talent was she some how managed to chip her front left tooth. Yesterday I saw her in a satnding position and literally, without any reason or cause she just fell over... ya, just like that... because you know humans do that all the time... fall over from a standing position for no apparent reason (I ruled out being inebriated at this stage). How wonderfully red neck of my child to be sportin' a chipped tooth. She has officially graduated from "Smallish Bear" to "Snaggletooth."
Mother's Day is approaching this Sunday and it dawned on me that I never blogged about Miss Kaiya (because we all know the second child get's screwed from an attention point of view). After I finally wrestled her into bed I figured I would unleash "Hulk Smash" onto the Blog world, if only at least once. I mean, my golden child Tai did have an entire year so this was the least I could do (plus it will keep the impending therapy bills down). As my enlightened friend Audrey responded:
H-Dawg – I think from the sounds of things, my little Vietnamese terrorist Mommy, that the Kaiya apple does not fall far from the tree. Which means that I will love, admire and respect her very much.
Well said Audrey... that'll do.
Kaiya Elaine Mansoncame screaming into the world on July 9, 2010. She was my fantasy newborn. Unlike Tai, she slept beautifully, ate effortlessly, passed gas like a seasoned pro and she had the unbelievable magic of engaging you into her happy world. When you cuddle her, she cooed. When you sang to her, she googled at you with her big (for a half Asian) brown eyes and smiled. When you talked to her, she babbled confidently back like she understood everything. I was truly in love and she melted everyone's heart that she batted her eyelashes at. She was the complete opposite of Tai.
Then something happened around the three month mark. Kaiya hit the milestones with record breaking speed. Her growth charts were literally off the grid (As in she was so fat and tall that she wasn't even on the charts). Tai was a chubby baby but Kaiya had so much girth and robusto on her that she made the Michelin Man look like he was on Jenny Craig. When I told my friends that she was a wee tad on the "big girl" side they would just roll their eyes assuming I was exaggerating the issue. When they finally met the little Manson heifer they soon realized why she earned the nicknames of "Beebee Hippo" and "Smallish Bear." Clearly the Asian genes were in retreat during this stage. I think this is when our sweet Kaiya blossomed into a raging... um... Hulk Smash.
Kaiya clearly showed a disregard to rules, routines, manners, and well you know... anything that could possibly make my life easier. Miss Beebee is definitely the grand opposite of Tai. Ying and Yang, Darth Vader and Luke, Miss Piggy and Kermit... you know the classic pairing. Tai is truly his father's son when it comes to temperment. He is extremely cautious, doesn't like change, is very intense and emotional and timidly approaches the world like it's going to explode on him. Kaiya is fearless (or stupid only time will tell), either insanely happy or just mad, loathes being restricted to social norms and lives life precariously on the edge. I knew Karma would one day bite me in the ass, I was just never prepared for it to be named Kaiya.
My girlfriend Audrey is a cancer warrior and battling the bitch with grace and humor. This morning she posted on her blog: http://notthedestinationbut.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/nice-girl-not-too-bright/. As always, she debates the gifts of cancer and offers a vulnerable look at her often dark and lonely road. Through her talented writing she reminds me everyday to appreciate my blessings and to stay in the moment. Today she brought up the topic of grandchildren so I offered up an opportunity to nanny Kaiya:
I am always here for you so I will unselfishly allow you to be my personal Nanny of my brood. No, no, no… it’s really not a problem at all. Feel free to chase Kaiya around while she is screaming bloody murder because she feels clothing restricts her from experiencing everything life has to offer. She also enjoys peeling off her diapers and peeing in the public eye – because let’s face it, doing it privately is so 24 hours ago. Attempt to convince her that one sits to eat is like wrestling a crack-out alligator. And forget about using words and proper manners, screeching to the point of alarming all canines within a 200 kilometer radius is a way more effective form of communication. Like I said, I am a sharing kind of gal.
Her hilarious response:
H-Dawg – You give and you give and you give! Such a wee martyr you are, my beloved friend.
Okay, here is the deal….I will take on Ms Kaiya (who I can’t wait to meet, by the way) as long as she understands the following:
1) I do not climb trees in my bare feet in order to hang a swing
2) Nudity is fine if and only if, you declare it as streaking, and that you are making a political statement by doing so
3) Peeing in public is permissible only in front of those who have pissed you off
4) Sitting to eat causes a person to relax. That could potentially lead to a lack of sense of purpose. The girl wins this one.
5) Manners, schmanners. Overrated! Again, this one goes to Ms Kaiya.
Love and hugs to you and your wild child xoxoxo
Now this is where the science experiment of parenting really gets interesting. When Tai was born I had one glorious year of maternity leave. I read all the books, studied up on all the latest research and agonized over every parenting decision. I did imprint myself heavily on Tai so despite his "nature" he has been "nurtured" and has grown into a sensitive, beautifully polite, methodical thinker that communicates and processes information well beyond an average 5 year old. He is also extremely confident (to the point that's it's almost cocky), has no problem approaching complete strangers to talk their ear off and will negotiate his way to Timbuck to if he's allowed.
When Kaiya was born I had 2 very short months with her and it was back to work for me since being an entrepreneur meant there was no such thing as maternity pay. Chris became the nurturer and since he prefers parenting more organically, Kaiya's behavior amplified into... um... a Tazmanian Devil. No word of a lie, that is her energy level. She even scares her Nona who normally isn't scared of anybody after raising 5 boys. As a baby, she never became attached to any of the normal soothing props. She spitefully spat out the soothers, aggressively kicked off all her blankets, shrieked like a Banshee at the mobiles, and delightfully sacrificed all plush toys to Penny to chew on. Ironically, just recently she has been attached to this giant Stitch doll. If you ever watch Lilo and Stitch, Kaiya embodies both spirits so seeing her drag around a blue Stitch half the size of her is hilariously poetic - Lilo & Stitch just so happens to be my favorite movie.
Another wonderful trait of Kaiya is that she is extremely clumsy. She falls, trips, bashes her head, scars her legs, bruises her face and the latest talent was she some how managed to chip her front left tooth. Yesterday I saw her in a satnding position and literally, without any reason or cause she just fell over... ya, just like that... because you know humans do that all the time... fall over from a standing position for no apparent reason (I ruled out being inebriated at this stage). How wonderfully red neck of my child to be sportin' a chipped tooth. She has officially graduated from "Smallish Bear" to "Snaggletooth."
Mother's Day is approaching this Sunday and it dawned on me that I never blogged about Miss Kaiya (because we all know the second child get's screwed from an attention point of view). After I finally wrestled her into bed I figured I would unleash "Hulk Smash" onto the Blog world, if only at least once. I mean, my golden child Tai did have an entire year so this was the least I could do (plus it will keep the impending therapy bills down). As my enlightened friend Audrey responded:
H-Dawg – I think from the sounds of things, my little Vietnamese terrorist Mommy, that the Kaiya apple does not fall far from the tree. Which means that I will love, admire and respect her very much.
Well said Audrey... that'll do.
The Devil Wears Prada
Friday, April 6, 2012
A Glitch In The Matrix
There is a cosmic law which states that your reality must remain congruent with your beliefs. On my last post, I prematurely stated that I had a weird experience that wasn't of the usual paranormal flavor which has dominated my blog since its inception. Today, there was a news feed on my Facebook (which I did re-post on my wall) highlighting a You Tube video of Cheryl Lee Harnish, an intuitive conducting a reading for this week. Bored and highly intrigued I clicked on her video and selected my lucky number 22. As soon as she started talking my spidey senses kicked in and I felt all prickly skinned. When she explained the card I had selected, it resonated so much that I decided to creep her out on her website. There is a function there that allows you to pick a card and so I did: http://fractalart.ca/the-goods/the-cards/dgod-online-reading.html
This is the card I selected:
My store address is:
The list of my phone numbers:
Tai's birthdate is January 11, 2007 = three 1's
The author states, "If you choose to maintain your old beliefs, you cannot be shown anything that would violate them. However, once you shed the old beliefs and embrace new ones, the proof you originally sought will be readily forthcoming. When you consciously ask to see reality accurately, some amazing things will begin to occur, gently at first, then with increasing strength and presence."
Today I am accepting that my previous reality is flawed. I would like to see what a different truth which I know will only be revealed once I am ready. When I finally said that, I was clicking on links in preparation of this blog and this is what pulled up... no joke: http://fractalart.ca/the-goods/the-cards/online-card-reading-its-free.html
Ummmm... ya, I slightly freaked. I screamed bloody murder and called Chris over to verify that I am not going crazy. He comes over and nonchalantly reads the screen and says, "Well that's a bit weird," and then walks out of the room like nothing major has happened. Fine, be cautiously skeptical. I on the other hand will take it that a higher power is sending me a sign. Chris will read it as a computer glitch. Luckily, my sister was on Facebook chat and she tells me that she was half heartedly watching something on TV about 11:11. In a previous post I noted that I kept seeing repeated 1's everywhere especially when I stopped to observe the time and it's 11:11 or 1:11 . I only noticed this last year but now it's persistently and eerily sneaking in almost every possible facet of my life. I once read a book that hypothesized this repetition of numbers was a way for the higher beings to communicate with you in your time of need. If you felt alone on your path or stressed or in distress, this was a way for your Angels to say, "Hey, no worries, we're hanging out with you and everything will fine!" When I pressed Steph to elaborate on the content, she just shrugged it off and admitted that she wasn't really paying attention. Thanks Steph... you're an awesome sidekick. I am sure Batman didn't have this issue with Robin. On a total tangent, why is good help so hard to find these days and what is up with Generation Entitlement? Anyways, that topic is great fodder for another ranting post but not today. After I vocalized my dismay, my sidekick took the hint and kicked it up a notch. She found this interesting link: http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2009/02/1111/.
I quickly scanned my numbers and realized the following coincidences. These are the house numbers I have lived in since I was 17:
11551 Seabay Road = three 1's
5600 Andrews Road = 5+6 = 11
11231 No. 2 Road = three 1's
11591 Sealoard Road = three 1's
#110-12480 No. 1 Road = four 1's
274-8341 = 2+7+4+8+3+4+1 = 29 = 2+9 = 11
786-0926 = 7+8+6+0+9+2+6 = 38 = 3 + 8 = 11
604-447-4657 = 6+0+4+4+4+7+4+6+5+7 = 47 = 4+7 = 11
So apparently there is a glitch in this matrix and my crack is starting to show... as with most cracks... this one ain't that pretty.
If you're reading this blog (and I know lots of people do because my stats show some crazy numbers on my traffic thing-a-ma-jig) please leave me a comment as I would love to hear your thoughts.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
I Have What?
On March 13 I had a really bizarre sensation. This time it had nothing to do with paranormal activity. I woke up feeling funny but dismissed it since I am a mother of two and had a world to conquer. I go about my day and start work at the store. The entire day I felt like something was sitting on my chest and I just felt "anxious." I actually don't feel anxious but I guess if I did, this would be the best word to describe my sensation. I would be doing my mundane things at work, like sweeping, taking money, talking about how shitty our weather is, selling people pretty things they don't really need but definitely I need them to have and so on. I have done this millions of times... yet every action I did I felt anxious about doing it. Near the end of my day I was exhausted from feeling "anxious." My mind also functioned at a sluggish pace and my eyes felt like they weren't really taking in all the stimulation of my environment.
I went home and told my sister my strange feelings. Being the loving person that she is, she perkily chirped, "It sounds like you're having a heart attack. Did you know heart attacks in women are more subtle so women die from it all the time because they dismiss it?" Well, if I didn't have a heart attack I certainly did after Steph's non-academically haphazard assessment. Of course I jump onto the Internet and do what you're not suppose to do and self diagnose my symptoms. Sure enough, according to the black and white print on my screen I was experiencing a major coronary heart failure... So what if I am perfectly healthy, have no major surgeries, don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs, eat well and sleep well and only 34 (Gawd, I sound so boring)? It also didn't help that in big bold letters on this government funded website it says: Don't worry that your symptoms could end up being a false alarm or a sign of some other condition. Not getting help could cost you your life. I attempt to dismiss the extreme prognosis by Facebook chatting a nurse friend of mine and she politely tells me in broken messages: Dude, chill out. Ur jist stressed. Go drink beer.
I slunk down to Lairay's garage and explain to both my siblings that according to the website I had heart failure. Steph has moved past any concerns for my imminent death and has started admiring her crafty wedding hangers that she manipulated into fancy names like: Bride. Lairay is chirping in his high pitch "doggy" voice to convince his Yorkie Terrier that she really is the prettiest puppy on the block. Clearly, my notification to my next of kin fell on deaf ears. Realizing my attention was defeated by a hanger and a mop dog I protested, "Maybe I should go to the hospital." Both paused and offered to drive me there if I felt it was necessary. I didn't have the energy for drama in ER so I went to bed instead and quietly said a prayer to keep me safe in my sleep.
On March 23 I woke up feeling really unwell. Chris let me sleep an extra hour and started kids on their morning routine. I had a long lists of things to take care of so I forced myself into the shower and begrudgingly trotted through the trenches. Just before leaving the house I had this overwhelming surge of nausea and ran to the bathroom to puke. Great... nothing like kicking off the morning with a fresh pot of vomit. Running already behind I jumped into my car and started the drive to my first stop, a wholesaler in Burnaby. On route, the same sensation that over took me last Tuesday started manifesting itself. I had to really concentrate on my driving because I felt my mind was foggy and my alertness was diluted. When I went into the warehouse I started to really feel off. Suddenly, the room started to spin, I felt uneasy on my feet and had to lean on a shelving unit for balance. I felt extremely nauseous, my heart was racing, I can feel my temperature rising and I realized I might have been at the point of blacking out. I sat down to steady myself and my chest felt extremely tight and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I think I sat on the floor for about 15 minutes before I felt strong enough to stand. I gathered my composure, went to pay for everything and then loaded the car. As I was driving I noticed that although the nausea diminshed, the rapid heart beat was still pounding so loudly that I can hear it above Adam Levine's and Christina's "Moves Like Jagger" which was blasting. Finally some neurons fired to the correct synapse and I decided to drive myself to Richmond Hospital.
As I walked through ER I can see the room was packed and in the corner of my eye, a young man had a metal rod impaled through his calf and he was screaming in obvious pain. I walked up to triage and explained what happened. The nurse assigned me immediately to a room and before I knew it, four nurses and a doctor had me changed into a gown, flat on my back with electrodes hooked up to machines. I wasn't prepared for the onset of total invasion so I started to tear up in fear more than pain. As per usual, my veins went into hiding and it took 3 attempts and 2 collapses valves later to find an IV. Nine vials of blood, one urine sample, a chest x-ray, one bag of Gravol, one bag of Saline, hours worth of EKG readings, one dinner serving that looked pre-chewed, one parking ticket and seven hours later I was finally discharged. The good news is I am not pregnant and I was able to successfully dispute my $75 parking violation. The bad news is that they found extra heart beats throughout my echocardiograms which normally is not a big deal but in the Asian population can be an indicator for some type of heart disease.
Yesterday my consultation with a cardiologist confirms that I have PVCs... a premature ventricular contraction. In stupid talk it means my heart has extra heart beats to make up for... a blood clot, busted valves, poor arteries... dancing unicorns... whatever. In my case, the misfirings are so loud that the cardiologist didn't even need his simple stethoscope to feel them. Again, the good news is that I am not crazy and yes I can hear my heart beats (now for the voices in my head...) After reviewing my health history he is not too overly concerned but yes, the trigger for this could be all the stress that has compounded for the last 2 years.
I have 3 more exploratory tests to rule out malignant heart issues. On Saturday I will be wearing a heart monitor for 24 hours to see if my PVCs are consistent or intermittent. I also have a stress test and a ultrasound lined up in the next few weeks. In the meantime my heart continues to flutter, palipate funny, miss heart beats and if nothing, causing me a great deal of emotional distress. I always knew I beat to the rhythm of a different drummer but seriously, this is not exactly what I had in mind.
I went home and told my sister my strange feelings. Being the loving person that she is, she perkily chirped, "It sounds like you're having a heart attack. Did you know heart attacks in women are more subtle so women die from it all the time because they dismiss it?" Well, if I didn't have a heart attack I certainly did after Steph's non-academically haphazard assessment. Of course I jump onto the Internet and do what you're not suppose to do and self diagnose my symptoms. Sure enough, according to the black and white print on my screen I was experiencing a major coronary heart failure... So what if I am perfectly healthy, have no major surgeries, don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs, eat well and sleep well and only 34 (Gawd, I sound so boring)? It also didn't help that in big bold letters on this government funded website it says: Don't worry that your symptoms could end up being a false alarm or a sign of some other condition. Not getting help could cost you your life. I attempt to dismiss the extreme prognosis by Facebook chatting a nurse friend of mine and she politely tells me in broken messages: Dude, chill out. Ur jist stressed. Go drink beer.
I slunk down to Lairay's garage and explain to both my siblings that according to the website I had heart failure. Steph has moved past any concerns for my imminent death and has started admiring her crafty wedding hangers that she manipulated into fancy names like: Bride. Lairay is chirping in his high pitch "doggy" voice to convince his Yorkie Terrier that she really is the prettiest puppy on the block. Clearly, my notification to my next of kin fell on deaf ears. Realizing my attention was defeated by a hanger and a mop dog I protested, "Maybe I should go to the hospital." Both paused and offered to drive me there if I felt it was necessary. I didn't have the energy for drama in ER so I went to bed instead and quietly said a prayer to keep me safe in my sleep.
On March 23 I woke up feeling really unwell. Chris let me sleep an extra hour and started kids on their morning routine. I had a long lists of things to take care of so I forced myself into the shower and begrudgingly trotted through the trenches. Just before leaving the house I had this overwhelming surge of nausea and ran to the bathroom to puke. Great... nothing like kicking off the morning with a fresh pot of vomit. Running already behind I jumped into my car and started the drive to my first stop, a wholesaler in Burnaby. On route, the same sensation that over took me last Tuesday started manifesting itself. I had to really concentrate on my driving because I felt my mind was foggy and my alertness was diluted. When I went into the warehouse I started to really feel off. Suddenly, the room started to spin, I felt uneasy on my feet and had to lean on a shelving unit for balance. I felt extremely nauseous, my heart was racing, I can feel my temperature rising and I realized I might have been at the point of blacking out. I sat down to steady myself and my chest felt extremely tight and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I think I sat on the floor for about 15 minutes before I felt strong enough to stand. I gathered my composure, went to pay for everything and then loaded the car. As I was driving I noticed that although the nausea diminshed, the rapid heart beat was still pounding so loudly that I can hear it above Adam Levine's and Christina's "Moves Like Jagger" which was blasting. Finally some neurons fired to the correct synapse and I decided to drive myself to Richmond Hospital.
As I walked through ER I can see the room was packed and in the corner of my eye, a young man had a metal rod impaled through his calf and he was screaming in obvious pain. I walked up to triage and explained what happened. The nurse assigned me immediately to a room and before I knew it, four nurses and a doctor had me changed into a gown, flat on my back with electrodes hooked up to machines. I wasn't prepared for the onset of total invasion so I started to tear up in fear more than pain. As per usual, my veins went into hiding and it took 3 attempts and 2 collapses valves later to find an IV. Nine vials of blood, one urine sample, a chest x-ray, one bag of Gravol, one bag of Saline, hours worth of EKG readings, one dinner serving that looked pre-chewed, one parking ticket and seven hours later I was finally discharged. The good news is I am not pregnant and I was able to successfully dispute my $75 parking violation. The bad news is that they found extra heart beats throughout my echocardiograms which normally is not a big deal but in the Asian population can be an indicator for some type of heart disease.
Yesterday my consultation with a cardiologist confirms that I have PVCs... a premature ventricular contraction. In stupid talk it means my heart has extra heart beats to make up for... a blood clot, busted valves, poor arteries... dancing unicorns... whatever. In my case, the misfirings are so loud that the cardiologist didn't even need his simple stethoscope to feel them. Again, the good news is that I am not crazy and yes I can hear my heart beats (now for the voices in my head...) After reviewing my health history he is not too overly concerned but yes, the trigger for this could be all the stress that has compounded for the last 2 years.
I have 3 more exploratory tests to rule out malignant heart issues. On Saturday I will be wearing a heart monitor for 24 hours to see if my PVCs are consistent or intermittent. I also have a stress test and a ultrasound lined up in the next few weeks. In the meantime my heart continues to flutter, palipate funny, miss heart beats and if nothing, causing me a great deal of emotional distress. I always knew I beat to the rhythm of a different drummer but seriously, this is not exactly what I had in mind.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
One Way Ticket To Bora Bora
I am feeling rebellious. I am tired of all the responsibilities of adulthood. I despise paying taxes, paying bills, planning for retirement, eating healthy, saving for my children's education, reading all the whack-out politics, seeing people abuse positions of power, convincing a toddler to behave, teaching a pre-schooler the art of manners, encouraging negative people that life is worth living passionately for, carrying the burden of slackers, defending what is mine and bridging the gap of stupid people. I guess you can say I have become a cesspool of bitchiness and I'm really starting to offend even myself. Which is strange... because usually I am my own number one cheerleader and I can amuse myself with my witty monologues for endless hours.
Laura chats with me on Facebook in an attempt to soothe the madness that my life has taken on in the last two years. I appreciate her empathy and on my good nights I do try to "let the moment pass" as she advise but most of the nights I am just steaming mad that my perfectly planned scheme is perfectly chaotic. I guess I really shouldn't be that surprised. I knew this day would come.
When I was younger I wanted to save the whales. I figured a profession as a marine biologist or a veternarian was a good match for my compassion for Nature and all her creatures. Some where in high school a charismatic business teacher inspired me to build an empire and so began my descent into the dark side of capitalism. Even in my tender teens I knew that perhaps this consumeristic economy wasn't sustainable so I tried to justify that I will just "become filthy rich" and give money to the David Suzuki's of the world to buy my soul back. In University I always got the strangest look when I tried to explain to people that I had a joint major in Environmental Studies in the Faculty of Geography and a Marketing degree in Business. It was like trying to explain that you really are a Nun but you just so happened to run a Brothel.
So since I was 16 I have honed my business skills and have taken big box empires to new heights often claiming number 1 in sales and loving every step of my career. 18 years later I am revisiting if I really am on the right path. Everything I thought I had carefully built is slowly dismantling itself. It's almost like it's the Universe's way of telling me this path is no longer available so I need to seek out another route.
I figured the day I become spiritually empty as a person is the day I return to my roots as an Ambassador of a Nature. Life is simplier in this outlook. I define myself by not the income on my tax return but rather by the richness of my relationships. Instead of asking for more, I am appreciating what I have. I would surround myself in peace rather than don another survival suit in a meaningless rat race.
I have been fantasizing about running away to a remote place like Bora Bora. Where the hardest question is to appreciate the sunrise or to appreciate the sunset? Where I deplug from the negativity and coccoon myself in the art of enjoying life. I would like to spend my days reading, writing, creating and contemplating instead of analyzing, strategizing and forecasting. I would like to teach my babies the power of love, laughter and compassion then educate them on the bullies and pedophiles that lurk in our corners. I would rather trade my 3,000 square foot home (valued at almost an obnoxious million dollars) for a treehouse in the rainforest. Running around bare breasted in a loin cloth, singing songs, braiding my hair and eating grubs is appealing more to me right about now.
It is said, when old systems no longer work it will be dismantled so new ones can be created. I think I have finally let go and come to the realization that it's time to step into an Enlightened Period.
Laura chats with me on Facebook in an attempt to soothe the madness that my life has taken on in the last two years. I appreciate her empathy and on my good nights I do try to "let the moment pass" as she advise but most of the nights I am just steaming mad that my perfectly planned scheme is perfectly chaotic. I guess I really shouldn't be that surprised. I knew this day would come.
When I was younger I wanted to save the whales. I figured a profession as a marine biologist or a veternarian was a good match for my compassion for Nature and all her creatures. Some where in high school a charismatic business teacher inspired me to build an empire and so began my descent into the dark side of capitalism. Even in my tender teens I knew that perhaps this consumeristic economy wasn't sustainable so I tried to justify that I will just "become filthy rich" and give money to the David Suzuki's of the world to buy my soul back. In University I always got the strangest look when I tried to explain to people that I had a joint major in Environmental Studies in the Faculty of Geography and a Marketing degree in Business. It was like trying to explain that you really are a Nun but you just so happened to run a Brothel.
So since I was 16 I have honed my business skills and have taken big box empires to new heights often claiming number 1 in sales and loving every step of my career. 18 years later I am revisiting if I really am on the right path. Everything I thought I had carefully built is slowly dismantling itself. It's almost like it's the Universe's way of telling me this path is no longer available so I need to seek out another route.
I figured the day I become spiritually empty as a person is the day I return to my roots as an Ambassador of a Nature. Life is simplier in this outlook. I define myself by not the income on my tax return but rather by the richness of my relationships. Instead of asking for more, I am appreciating what I have. I would surround myself in peace rather than don another survival suit in a meaningless rat race.
I have been fantasizing about running away to a remote place like Bora Bora. Where the hardest question is to appreciate the sunrise or to appreciate the sunset? Where I deplug from the negativity and coccoon myself in the art of enjoying life. I would like to spend my days reading, writing, creating and contemplating instead of analyzing, strategizing and forecasting. I would like to teach my babies the power of love, laughter and compassion then educate them on the bullies and pedophiles that lurk in our corners. I would rather trade my 3,000 square foot home (valued at almost an obnoxious million dollars) for a treehouse in the rainforest. Running around bare breasted in a loin cloth, singing songs, braiding my hair and eating grubs is appealing more to me right about now.
It is said, when old systems no longer work it will be dismantled so new ones can be created. I think I have finally let go and come to the realization that it's time to step into an Enlightened Period.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Adding Value
I can be stubborn... or determined, it's all how your perception allows you to see the world. In my stubborn state I will exert a credible amount of energy to resist doing what you ask. In fact, more energy is spent standing my ground then if I just followed and got whatever task was asked of me over and done with. In my determined state, I am stagnant, mulling over my task and applying the dreaded... Why? My managers, teachers, parents and all authorative figures either learn to answer THE question, otherwise they are met with futile results. The clever ones that understand my need to connect to a bigger picture I have adopted as mentors, whether it be in my personal or professional world. I need value as to why I need to apply an exact amount of energy to accomplish something. Doing something just for the sake of doing it never gets me motivated to do that task at all let alone well.
I think this is where I lost my mojo. My sister and I were debating my usual musings about the Universe, strange vibrations and all that "spiritual" things that I can openly discuss last week. Okay so maybe Stephanie just muses over my rantings and communication is usually a one way street where I do the yakking and Steph just listens. But on this rare night, my baby sister actually gave me an epiphany into my uncomfortable state of being.
One of the coping skills I often use in the navigation of life is I put people I admire on a pedestal, cultivate a relationship with them and bombard them with a bazillion questions as to "why" they did what they did, and "what" would they do differently knowing what they know now. I know, that last sentence was probably vernacularly structured totally convoluted but if you read it slowly and pause to ponder it makes perfect sense. I "studied" their successes which then allowed me to go through my own learning curve pretty much flawlessly if I studied properly. Contrary to what my ego may project, I am a student of great humility and know that I know very little.
Well, I suspect my mojo started to waver when I accomplished many of my goals in 2010 but I never really felt fulfilled? Bizarre when you say it out loud. As a textbook Type A personality I have my life mapped out. As stated above, I don't move on my map unless I have a destination. My map was that I lead a life as a good person and help out wherever I can (my Asian parents would be so proud that I listened to them amongst all the beatings)! I would finish school with high grades and get into a good University with a scholarship. I would obtain a degree. I would get a great job filled with endless opportunities and I make tons of mistakes at the expense of someone's pocketbooks. I would marry my bestfriend who would take care of me and my children better than I would. I would start my own business and apply all my knowledge that I acquired into it and watch it grow. I would start my own family and teach my little ones everything I know and watch them grow. Sounds perfectly solid no? With the exception of the time I broke into the local school to vandalize and got caught in the shower with a boy, my life map had very little speed bumps.
So what the hell happened in 2010? Well remember on September 10, 2011 the Lower Mainland experienced an Earthquake that registered 6.4 on the Richter scale. It didn't cause any damage and for the majority of people they felt nothing. That morning I woke up feeling like shit and when I looked into the mirror to get ready I was shocked to see my own image because it looked like ike the ugly bus hit me. I dragged myself into work and puttered through my ambitious list but was battling what felt like a migraine and hangover. I dismissed the bizarre feelings and around noon reports started coming in about the earthquake. My part-timer and I noted that it was so weird we too didn't feel any movement. Approximately an hour after I heard about the news a woman and her friend came into the store. I approached her and greeted her like every other customer and then blurted out, "Hey, did you ladies feel the earthquake?"
She turned to me, shot this wild look and said, "No, what earthquake are you talking about?" I brought her up to speed on the details and she said, "Well that would explain why I woke up this morning feeling very off." Her words took my breath away because now that she mentioned it, that's how my morning started as well. Out of the blue I randomly asked, "Are you a clairvoyant?" She looks deep into my eyes and answered softly, "Yes I am why do you ask?" That electrical shock that I am starting to notice happens quite often when I am in the zone "of weird shit I can't explain" started shooting through my system. "I'm sorry, I have no idea why I asked you that! You must think that was so weird," I stuttered apologetically.
The kind woman smiled back, "No I don't find it weird at all. You asked because you are one too which I sensed when I entered the store." She goes on and explains that when the Earth goes through events, she can sense the disturbance in the normal vibration that it emits. She explains that all things on Earth are made of energy. So far because it's scientifically based, I am following her explanation. If we are all energy then each form on Earth emits a certain vibration. When the normal frequency is off, those sensitive to it are also thrown off. The analogy is you can't harmoniously hum in tune if someone in your choir sings off-key. It throws off your groove.
She then states, "How many people did you ask about the earthquake since knowing about it?" Ummm... okay that is an odd question but since you are non threatening I'll play ball, "No one, you're the first." "How many people came into the store before you asked me?" Wow... I feel like I am being led into a trap. I swallowed, "About a dozen or so." "Do you find it strange that you asked me and no one else?" "Yes, well now that you phrased it in that context that is strange..." "Well it's not strange. We are suppose to meet. The question is WHY?" She gives me her business card. Her name is Shamira Virji and according to her pretty purple card she offers clairvoyant readings, spiritual coaching and meditation.
Realizing that she might add value, I ask her if she feels that the world seemed off it's kilter? Like maybe it's rotating funny? She takes a deep breath and tells me that the Earth is definitely vibrating differently and it's change in vibration has affected many lives. Hmmmm... I feel a hypothesis formulating here. Shamira can tell I wanted to ask her a million other questions and she politely stops me and tells me to pull her card when I feel more clear about the questions I need to ask. I take the hint and wish her a good day.
I call my friend Laura that night to tell her about my experience in my store. Like Yoda, she tells me not to read too much into things and take them as a blessing. She did confirm that Shamira's theory was very similar to one that was shared at a conference she was at. Apparently there is a consensus that the Earth is vibrating at a different frequency then before with the purpose of dismantling an economy based on unsustainable, excessive consumption. By doing this, Earth can bring us back to our life's purpose. So me eating at McDicks and feeling all glorious in name brands like Coach and Lululemon is not assisting me in my life's purpose? Wow... shocker I know. The creepy thing is that this theory would explain the shitty economy and also how I currently feel.
Now going back to my sister's brilliant observation. Up until last year, I officially had no mentor. Not one. How come? How is it possible that a life coping skill that I have applied as long as I can remembered not be in effect? She points out it's because I have outgrown all of my current ones. Oh... well that's shitty... so I am swimming in the sea of life and I have no wetsuit or even a damn lifejacket? No wonder I feel like I'm drowning.
That's my big epiphany. I did not have to lose everything I love or climbed the sacred mountain in Peru (although it is on my bucket list) or run away into the remote jungle and live off of bugs. I was sitting in the comfort of the home I worked really hard to build, surrounded by the people I worked really hard to keep happy and safe and... drinking. So perhaps the Earth is vibrating us into extinction, and perhaps I am embarking on a new journey that was never mapped in the Book of Huong and perhaps in ten years time this Blog will be documented evidence of the descent into insanity. I am not sure. What I am sure of however is that I need the Why and to get that I need to seek out a new mentor.
I think this is where I lost my mojo. My sister and I were debating my usual musings about the Universe, strange vibrations and all that "spiritual" things that I can openly discuss last week. Okay so maybe Stephanie just muses over my rantings and communication is usually a one way street where I do the yakking and Steph just listens. But on this rare night, my baby sister actually gave me an epiphany into my uncomfortable state of being.
One of the coping skills I often use in the navigation of life is I put people I admire on a pedestal, cultivate a relationship with them and bombard them with a bazillion questions as to "why" they did what they did, and "what" would they do differently knowing what they know now. I know, that last sentence was probably vernacularly structured totally convoluted but if you read it slowly and pause to ponder it makes perfect sense. I "studied" their successes which then allowed me to go through my own learning curve pretty much flawlessly if I studied properly. Contrary to what my ego may project, I am a student of great humility and know that I know very little.
Well, I suspect my mojo started to waver when I accomplished many of my goals in 2010 but I never really felt fulfilled? Bizarre when you say it out loud. As a textbook Type A personality I have my life mapped out. As stated above, I don't move on my map unless I have a destination. My map was that I lead a life as a good person and help out wherever I can (my Asian parents would be so proud that I listened to them amongst all the beatings)! I would finish school with high grades and get into a good University with a scholarship. I would obtain a degree. I would get a great job filled with endless opportunities and I make tons of mistakes at the expense of someone's pocketbooks. I would marry my bestfriend who would take care of me and my children better than I would. I would start my own business and apply all my knowledge that I acquired into it and watch it grow. I would start my own family and teach my little ones everything I know and watch them grow. Sounds perfectly solid no? With the exception of the time I broke into the local school to vandalize and got caught in the shower with a boy, my life map had very little speed bumps.
So what the hell happened in 2010? Well remember on September 10, 2011 the Lower Mainland experienced an Earthquake that registered 6.4 on the Richter scale. It didn't cause any damage and for the majority of people they felt nothing. That morning I woke up feeling like shit and when I looked into the mirror to get ready I was shocked to see my own image because it looked like ike the ugly bus hit me. I dragged myself into work and puttered through my ambitious list but was battling what felt like a migraine and hangover. I dismissed the bizarre feelings and around noon reports started coming in about the earthquake. My part-timer and I noted that it was so weird we too didn't feel any movement. Approximately an hour after I heard about the news a woman and her friend came into the store. I approached her and greeted her like every other customer and then blurted out, "Hey, did you ladies feel the earthquake?"
She turned to me, shot this wild look and said, "No, what earthquake are you talking about?" I brought her up to speed on the details and she said, "Well that would explain why I woke up this morning feeling very off." Her words took my breath away because now that she mentioned it, that's how my morning started as well. Out of the blue I randomly asked, "Are you a clairvoyant?" She looks deep into my eyes and answered softly, "Yes I am why do you ask?" That electrical shock that I am starting to notice happens quite often when I am in the zone "of weird shit I can't explain" started shooting through my system. "I'm sorry, I have no idea why I asked you that! You must think that was so weird," I stuttered apologetically.
The kind woman smiled back, "No I don't find it weird at all. You asked because you are one too which I sensed when I entered the store." She goes on and explains that when the Earth goes through events, she can sense the disturbance in the normal vibration that it emits. She explains that all things on Earth are made of energy. So far because it's scientifically based, I am following her explanation. If we are all energy then each form on Earth emits a certain vibration. When the normal frequency is off, those sensitive to it are also thrown off. The analogy is you can't harmoniously hum in tune if someone in your choir sings off-key. It throws off your groove.
She then states, "How many people did you ask about the earthquake since knowing about it?" Ummm... okay that is an odd question but since you are non threatening I'll play ball, "No one, you're the first." "How many people came into the store before you asked me?" Wow... I feel like I am being led into a trap. I swallowed, "About a dozen or so." "Do you find it strange that you asked me and no one else?" "Yes, well now that you phrased it in that context that is strange..." "Well it's not strange. We are suppose to meet. The question is WHY?" She gives me her business card. Her name is Shamira Virji and according to her pretty purple card she offers clairvoyant readings, spiritual coaching and meditation.
Realizing that she might add value, I ask her if she feels that the world seemed off it's kilter? Like maybe it's rotating funny? She takes a deep breath and tells me that the Earth is definitely vibrating differently and it's change in vibration has affected many lives. Hmmmm... I feel a hypothesis formulating here. Shamira can tell I wanted to ask her a million other questions and she politely stops me and tells me to pull her card when I feel more clear about the questions I need to ask. I take the hint and wish her a good day.
I call my friend Laura that night to tell her about my experience in my store. Like Yoda, she tells me not to read too much into things and take them as a blessing. She did confirm that Shamira's theory was very similar to one that was shared at a conference she was at. Apparently there is a consensus that the Earth is vibrating at a different frequency then before with the purpose of dismantling an economy based on unsustainable, excessive consumption. By doing this, Earth can bring us back to our life's purpose. So me eating at McDicks and feeling all glorious in name brands like Coach and Lululemon is not assisting me in my life's purpose? Wow... shocker I know. The creepy thing is that this theory would explain the shitty economy and also how I currently feel.
Now going back to my sister's brilliant observation. Up until last year, I officially had no mentor. Not one. How come? How is it possible that a life coping skill that I have applied as long as I can remembered not be in effect? She points out it's because I have outgrown all of my current ones. Oh... well that's shitty... so I am swimming in the sea of life and I have no wetsuit or even a damn lifejacket? No wonder I feel like I'm drowning.
That's my big epiphany. I did not have to lose everything I love or climbed the sacred mountain in Peru (although it is on my bucket list) or run away into the remote jungle and live off of bugs. I was sitting in the comfort of the home I worked really hard to build, surrounded by the people I worked really hard to keep happy and safe and... drinking. So perhaps the Earth is vibrating us into extinction, and perhaps I am embarking on a new journey that was never mapped in the Book of Huong and perhaps in ten years time this Blog will be documented evidence of the descent into insanity. I am not sure. What I am sure of however is that I need the Why and to get that I need to seek out a new mentor.
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