my car smells like SIN

i have the unfortunate pleasure of having a car that naturally smells like weed.

as it is, i already have two air fresheners in there...Kiwi Splash and Cucumber Melon...I've had people throw up in my car...i've had perfume spilled...food spilled...and i have scrubbed the upholstery from top to bottom...BUT the only scent that lingers is the smell of fckn weed.

i don't get it.

i've lost count of the number of people i've given rides to....and each one of them have asked me if i smoked weed....which i don't (in my car) - haha. no seriously, i may have had a friend or two light up a joint in the car but that was YEARS ago!

i don't get it.

maybe that's why i'm always super giggly and happy. i'm getting fckn high and don't even know it! that has to explain why i'm always getting the munchies! no wonder i can't lose weight!

damn, there HAS to be a secret weed stash in my car. i did buy it second hand, so it must've been from some weed dealer who left his stash in the car.

SO ANYWAY, for years i have pondered this mystery smell (for some reason i CANT smell it...while everyone else can)...so i decided to ask my good friend R* for her honest opinion on my car's smell...since she's such the big stoner...

And she goes, "Well, i don't think your car smells like weed...but there is a different smell to it...i would say your car smells like SEX..."

I'm not even gonna go there.

I'm resigned to the fact that my car just smells like sex and drugs. Fck.

The Negra Starts Blushing

When I was younger I used to wish that my cheeks would flush a rosy red. But since it wasn’t possible since I was quite the ‘negra’…I just settled into accepting my dark (DARK) brown color. Yeah, I got teased when I was little – but hey, I wasn’t made to be a mestiza and stay in the shade. So I embraced the outdoors – went swimming a lot, played in the dirt, ‘batang kalye’ with my neighborhood friends, and dabbled in varsity soccer for a couple of years.

Outcome? I was super ‘negra’.

It used to bother me until I came here to the States and found out that almost everyone is trying to be as ‘negra’ as me…

Anyway, being the ‘negra’ that I was, I was never used to the concept of blushing. I mean, in embarrassing situations I know I got red but it was just convenient to blush since no one really knew I was blushing! Plus it rarely happened since I was never really a shy girl.

But anyway…

For almost over a year now, I’ve developed some kinda ‘blushing’ problem. Talk about an ‘answered prayer’ *sarcasm*. I blush at the randomest times and people can actually see my rosy cheeks! But now I’ve come to hate the red flush that creeps slowly to my face…apparently I’ve developed some sort of mild anxiety disorder now that I’m in my mid-twenties, so now I blush profusely at random times when I’m talking! Even when I’m not even embarrassed! I even blush when I’m on the phone! GAHHH!

It’s like a cruel joke. The Negra starts blushing…and apparently it’s a disorder. Ugh. I can’t win.

Hand me the meds doc, make it stop.

lost a couple hours of my life -

Just another day in a crazy life. I’ve always heard of it happening but never really understood it.

Went out drinking with friends…had two Cadillac margaritas that I didn’t even finish…went to another bar to go dancing…had a double shot of Long Island Iced Tea…a shot of some concoction the bartender made…and then another glass of Long Island…and then I remember dancing…and dancing…and the next thing I know I’m waking up in my bed with throw up all over me and the bed. Ewww. (I know…it sounds grossly horrible)

Grabe.

Had no recollection whatsoever on how I got into bed. Let alone walking from the bar to my friend’s car and then out of the car and into my apartment! Homygad. Thank GOD aside from losing my wits I only lost my driver’s license.

Next day I went into work fearing the worst…I wonder what kind of drunken tales my friends are about to tell me. But then the worst comment I got was, “oh my god sue, you were such a funny mess last night…” --- worst thing about that comment, was that I don’t even remember seeing him that night!

Whatever happened to those couple of hourse of my life, I may never know.

I’m never binge-drinking again.

Of Dirty Minds...

Found myself waiting for the elevator to go up to my office...

Door opened, and I stepped in...

Guy in the elevator says, "I'm going down"...

Me..."Oh".

Haha.

My Two Cents...

1. Is it in bad taste to like LMFAO songs?
2. I hate auto-flush toilets – they are the bane of my existence.
3. Confessions of a Shopaholic girl is an all too familiar character. It’s scary.
4. Ipod is the consumer’s devil. Coz once you get it, you can’t stop tweaking it! (armband accessory, car accessories, protective accessories, and then there’s iTunes…argh!)
5. I saw an ad somewhere about the shoe that’s an anti-shoe. Uhm, hello? Am I not looking at a shoe? (check out MBT shoes)
6. Guys who can wear super skinny jeans baffle me. I know guys who wear a size-29 in women’s jeans and here I am thinking “are the boys breathing?”
7. Who the f* would want to eat a vegan chocolate cake? That’s like eating pizza without the grease…or drinking Coke without the fizz…or eating fried eggs without the oil…or eating sinigang without the asim…or…(believe me I can keep going)
8. ‘Cheap is the new chic’ headline on CNN. How being able to shop for cheap stuff is “the new black”…how to look cool in a recession. (I’ve always loved the brighter side of things)
9. Drinking two (or 3) tall glasses of beer and smoking a cigarette when on a health mission is the best cheating I’ve done in my life!

doggie shelters and then some...

As I was looking for a new dog for my friend Rae...since her uber expensive Shihtzu got stolen...I decided that instead of buying from ritzy overpriced snooty pet stores who get their little doggies from puppy mills and selling them sickly., I figured I’d start researching into some government and non-profit dog shelters here in L.A.

And what I did find was heartbreaking. There are so many pit bulls up for adoption since freakin’ people don’t know how to care for them and just end up mistreating them, or use them for dog fighting! There’s so many heartbreaking stories that it just made me want to adopt them all! So I’ve decided that once I get the time, I’d volunteer at some dog shelter. Since I’m not in any position to get a dog, I figure I can always make some little doggies out there happy.

Here’s a picture of Kima…and I absolutely fell in love with her! I hope she finds a nice home soon. :-)

fat free water? hmm

I picked up a bottle of water today and LO AND BEHOLD - FAT FREE H2O from Coffee Bean. Tsk tsk...no wonder it's been such an ordeal to lose weight all these years...I've been drinking fckin fatty water! Shet.

(ri-diculous)

The Master Cleanse - Semi-Conclusion

I'm on day 3...and this is what i can say about the diet/"detoxification" process:

1. 12 glasses of lemonade does not satiate my hunger...(geez, Filipino ako ano, i need rice!)
2. The hunger pangs do come and go...according to the book (mine went on ALL day, haha!)
3. I feel listless...tired...and just generally unhappy. Even a couple of my friends noticed from work...and they don't know that I'm on the detox.
4. I feel delirious from hunger.
5. I recommend to not work out while on this diet. I did it, and was like a vegetable afterwards.
6. I went more than 10 times in a DAY to the bathroom to do NUMBER 2...that's not even counting the trips i made to the bathroom to do NUMBER 1. (you do the math)
7. ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE - i did lose 5 lbs. (which is basically nothing since it's just water weight that i've lost, i would've lost the same amount if i went on a laxative tea diet and just drank water for a day.)

Conclusion? I'm still thinking if i should push through. Hunger is a pain like no other. (plus, i've been dreaming of a big fat juicy steak...and some baby back ribs...MMMM) But, as of yet, I'm still debating...