Jan
20th

There’s physical pain, there’s emotion pain…. If you want something really bad, you are going to have to suck it up and take it. Fortunately for you, there are less drastic ways to ease the pain over taking local/general anesthetic or popping Advil’s that never work:

MENTALLY TRICK YOURSELF.

Pain is good.
This feels good.
I love pain.

Last month, I got a thin stroke of eyeliner tattooed on my top eyelid and the inner lids hurt like FCK— I have a pretty high pain tolerance too but this pain was just shocking and totally unexpected. I told myself to stop being a little bitch and suck it up because I wanted this. I kept on repeating this to myself as my eyeballs were literally being stabbed but the mental bitching really made the experience more tolerable.

Lecture yourself.

No pain no gain.
SUCK IT UP!!

Next time you’re in pain, say this over and over to yourself, whether it’s physical pain from a vain beauty procedure like mine, mental and physical pain from a hardcore workout or emotional pain from stress or no sleep. I battle these kinds of pain everyday (well, minus the beauty procedures) and the only way I get through them is talking to myself. I do it so much that I can say I’m a master at it now… but I only talk to myself in my head, okay.

The eyeliner tattoo? I would totally do it again, after I work up the courage to go back since I want to make it a tad bit thicker.

By the way, if you need a recommendation for an amazing and passionate cosmetic tattooist, contact me. I swear she’s awesome. Just remember to bring a friend to hold your hand.

Jan
13th

Jan
12th

Since I said I don’t make new year’s resolutions anymore, I wanted to make some un-resolutions— things I realized in the past couple of years and need to undo.

Stop reading emails and messages and when I can’t reply right away— like on the Blackberry. Because that tends to lead to forgetfulness.

Stop being in a rush all the time. My friends always say that I am constantly in a rush— and they are right. I feel like I have to constantly get things done really fast all the time because that’s just the way I roll. Must. Breath.

Stop talking so fast. Simply because I can’t and the stuttering proves it. I can only talk amazingly fast in Chinese. And walking so fast. But sometime I can’t help that because “I have long legs.” Harhar.

Stop wasting time. Stop peaking at my emails, Twitter and my RSS feeds. Get my work done and get outta there.

Stop being so critical about myself. I hardly blog because I get sick of my entries— I’ll write one and let it sit in my drafts for weeks and then finally delete it. I don’t upload my design work because I don’t think it’s good enough. I’m so use to working for my company where my work gets reviewed internally and getting all my freelance clients by word-of-mouth, thus never having to make an online portfolio and display work to the “world.” When I started MMC with my girlfriend, I was quite terrified because that meant the world will get to see my work (even if it wasn’t polished to my expectations). I’m just going to have to have to step out of my comfort zone and learn that I can’t always be perfect. This is no way to market yourself either.

Stop sleeping so late. This is slowly killing me.

It’s kind of hypocritical that I am writing this entry right now… at 4am and it will probably sit in my drafts folder for at least a week or more. Maybe even un-resolutions are meant to be broken. Let’s see if I can prove myself wrong.

STOP!!!!!!!! Now for a little hehehe nostalgica:

Hey you, always on the run. Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun.

Edit — Only sat in my drafts folder for a week! But here I am, publishing it off at 5am after sending out my last emails for the night. And after this, I’m going to be on Youtube watching old Spice Girls’ videos. Maybe this is why I stopped writing these things down. I will start these… in a couple of hours.

Jan
10th

I was browsing Nordstrom last weekend and I found the perfect faux fur vest. It is rare that I fall in love with a piece of clothing that fast and get so excited about it.

Me: ”OMG!!!!!! Look! Soooo pretty.”
Boyfriend: *totally baffled* ”Don’t buy it. You look like a 50-year-old Russian lady.”
Me: ”Whatever…. I like it.”

Later when we were grocery shopping…

Old Caucasian lady: ”WOW That’s such a pretty vest!!!”
Me: ”Why, thank you!”
Boyfriend: ”…50 year old Russian lady…”

If you are a 50-year-old Russian lady, please don’t feel offended. I love your fur.  My boyfriend obviously doesn’t understand.

Jan
7th

Erin recently published an article on the Vancouver Dating Scene. I’m not going to make any comments on that since I have no experience in dating but I did see a comment by anonymous person about girls leaving the gym with a “don’t-talk-to-me bitch face.”

I’m one of those girls with a bitch-face but  don’t judge me! I can’t help it because I was born this way! I’m not one (most of the time) but my friends tell me I look like one and it was worse in highschool when I use to parade around the halls with my bitch-face on and headphones blasting— so that I seem to be ignoring everyone when they called out my name. I’m not going to walk around with a fake and cheesy smile on my face 24/7 like some girls do but I must admit, having a bitch-face really does have it’s perks and it’s easy to un-bitchify it too with a hint of a smile. Bitch-faces are useful, ladies! Know when to use it.

There is one place where I think the bitch-face is 100% appropriate: AT THE GYM.

1. The gym is NOT a place to socialize. A friendly hi is as far as it goes.
2. DO NOT TALK TO ME AT THE GYM. Even if I know you. Because for that hour, I don’t know anybody.
3. I hate it when my workouts are interrupted.
4. Gym routine: in, do your thing & get out.

There I said it.