Diary of Goddess: Life Lessons Learned

I started this blog in HS, when I was this materialistic, but saying I wasn't materialistic first to start a blog and thought my life was so fab since all I did was school, shop, & friends. Fast forward 4 years later, I became this college student that realized that college life wasn't like the movies and MY struggle began...Some 10 years from HS and here I am, living my dream of going to law school, bringing a whole new meaning to MY struggle…

Sunday, November 21, 2004

No. 271

Ok, so many issues and so little time. I realize after reading the Native Speaker, I use this like like it's some sort of tool of therapy. It comes from not being able to explain situations of "my culture" and maybe more specifically "my background, my precedence" and it definitely comes from not being able to talk to people-more specifically, not being able to talk to people in person-also the font on this sucker is divine-don't know what it is, but it's great. Everytime I come on blogger there is something new. Blogger, you've always been there and even given me gifts-more specifically, being a better person and all that bullshit but also the material items of the coveted gmail account. My world of materialism and excess starts here...

Britney vs. Paris + a lil' Jessica

So, everyone refers to Britney as trailer trash and Paris is just trashy, but in reality, far different, while looking at random tabloid pictures, I realized, even though Paris is trashy for all the reasons that she is the heiress with the mostest is she looks nice-even though in juicy couture-at least she looks like she showers. Britney just looks dirty, like when she's out and a bout, she doesn't look like a pop star that is popin,' more like she's poopin' ...out that is. As for Jessica, over the weekend I had the opportunity to be at her birthday party-that is on MTV, it was called "Happy Birthday Jessica, Love Nick" cute, really, so much do they get for that, and a freak weather incident-give me a break, but even at the end, like her assistant CaCee or whatever her name is-did get a little teary eyed. Also, whose going to be picking up the dog poop and is that dog even real cuz it like doesn't even move, it was like, I feel so sad to be Jessica's dog or something, or maybe the fumes from the nail polish really got to her. The whole thing was cute, and Nick is not hot, but simply he's romantic, maybe he can be a real ass if you don't have cameras in front of him, but he tries to be romantic and it's just cute. Also, what was with the two Lachey brothers with matching suitcases? WHAT THE HELL METROSEXUALS? Like, does the mother just get them matching ones because she thinks they're cute?

Laci Peterson

So, didn't realize it was in San Mateo-have a special place in my heart for that place. Something is off kilter with the husband-anyone else get that drift?

Dan Rather

While watching news, it was pre Fallujah, Dan gets teary eyed as he sites one dead American in the war. Emotions reach the reporter-and a male, can't believe it, but at least he gets it, he's showing emotions. Sure, Americans getting killed-lowest number ever compared to pass wars, sad that they're over there and not fully equipped, like they're still meeting some 300,000 $250,000/per humvee and the like. I also love to see those Support Our Troop ribbons stuck on cars. I also find it ironic, a country is at war now has different connotations then it did before. We're told by the President we need tax cuts and to go out shopping to support our country and economy. Good-it works and i'm all for materialism america and one day when these short term benefits cease to become long term benefits, i'll have to pay like many other generation xers. It's true, all this spending like in Ronald Reagan's term has sent it to an age of what Peter Peterson has called "short-termitis" or as my computer like to correct it to become "short termites" either way it's still deadly. I'lll be paying my self worth for decades as the people of Ronald Reagan's term set the country in to debt that finally recovered 17 years later, how many year will it take this administration to stop making it's citizens pay, do they even care-deep down they do, we all know Bush got the cash but not that much, compared to the Ketchup Queen, but you know what, this war, this constant spending that drives America to excess and materialism, i'm happy for it as long as it makes my parents pay less because you know what, I rather I suffer then my parents. That's all I have to say.

Resignations

Colin, we call him COLE IN right, what if people didn't know and just called in CALL IN, as in Colin Firth, would he be so offended. I always wonder. Anyways, surprising but bringing new blood can be good, shocking to me at first, but I mean, everyone needs a break and definitely needs to stop the stressing and stop brining the gray hairs man.

Economy

Great to see it going, as I entered meccas of materialism aka shopping centers, I saw people with shopping carts laden with stuff, people carrying lots of bags. I know these people aren't buying it for themselves, it's this inituitve thing, like I know if are frontin' or not, most of the time, and I mean, it's good, I feel proud, I feel like our economy definitely needs a boost, but i'm also scared, because when are our troops coming back? When are foreign investors going to pull out of the US? Will there be a "hard landing" as predicted most likely by 70%? It's like, for some weird reason, I feel the worse has yet to come...a premenition and when it does come, it will not be pretty and in fact sad that we saw it coming for so long and did nothing about it, maybe it's coming really fast or maybe that threat is China's economy, even those most China analysts will say that the US will treat China like we want to treat it, but what if they're so big that it doesn't happen, how can you tell a country that exploits it's people for a few bucks, works them really hard for 12 hours days 6 days a week that they're not big, that they can't rule over us and that even though they stop importing stuff to us we'll be fine? How do you tell Americans that it will be ok, how do you tell China that we'll treat you like we'll treat you because our predigree was stronger in the past then it has in the last 1000 years.

2004 Black C230 Kompressor Mercedes Benz

Ok, so i'm reading this journal. This girl, intriguing life to me that is, very Laguna Beach but very ghetto fabulous at the same time, sort of the life I was living at a point or wanted, and I mean I don't know, it's fascinating. Korean, cute, long hair, materialism is Queen, works in beauty, and just full out rocks on and is in one of those medical fields for reasons that Asians understand. So, she gloats about how she drives a car that costs as much as a house? Distortion of my mind begins, so i'm thinking, ok, what Mercedes is it, this girl is amazing and good for her family right, she lives in Tacoma or was born there, ok, whatever, but she's always talking about buying tops and working and loving to do make up and how she won't go study or to an exam if she doesn't have makeup because she can't function. Reason: insecure and this inability to just not do it, like my toe and hand nails have not seen the light of day since like high school Freshman year. If I don't have polish on them-they feel naked, I think the longest i've gone without toe polish is one night after I took it off and the next day I raced to put more on-they just looked to naked. But anyways, getting back to the car, so really inflatuated with this girl and I mean I don't know, just intrigue of her, and then she finally says what Benz she has, she says something along the lines of I was going to get my car washed, but the line was long, so I just went to Bellevue Square. First off, who freaking takes their car to the Dealer to wash it-mega expensive and not even worth it, and also there's this great detail shop right behind them and you can look at other cars that are even better then the benz just as one time I think they even had a ferrari there-interesting, and also who gets their C car cleaned, like I understand if it's your S, but come on man. So, she has a black one, meaning black and white are the free colors, it's a 230, not a 240 so it has to have a Kompressor and if it's 4 door-it's just lame and has no pick up, you've got to at least go for the 240, the 320 is even better. Just like if you buy the benz, get the C320, the E430, and the S500. It's the only way to go, just like if you got the BMW, u'd get the 325, the 530, and the 735 or the 740 is better and if you wanted ot be a baller, then u'd go for the S55 AMG and the 760 IL. Yea, but so after learning this girl drives that, i'm kind of saddened cuz I thought she would be a true baller but she ain't no baller. And, how much does that car cost, like 35,000 max and if not more, i'm saying i'd buy it for 27-29,000 and that's pushing it u know, but I mean, how can someone buy a house for that much money? Where are houses that cheap unless you find them in central Washington and it's hard to fine unless it's a trailer? So, yea, tell me where you can fine one of those? Also, another captain of industry has purchased his first Bentley. Very proud of him, the second in my area, feeling good besides did he actually have to get a custom license plate-come on man. Yet to see the Rolls Royce Phantom, but then on one has drivers. Also, surprised to see that LandRover Jaguar also has Bentley and Rolls, glad to see it and will be even more glad when people purchase the Bentley GT, all for American excess.

American Excess and Materialism

I love American, and couldn't possibly live anywhere else. I love the freedom of getting as many napkins from McDonalds as I please. I love the freedom of being able to buy 20 different kinds of bagels, when in reality I only eat the plain. I love the idea that not only can I own just one pair of my favorite sweats, I have 4 pairs of the same sweat pants. I love the fact that I never have to carry coins and the only small bills I have are 20s. I love the fact that if I spend some random amount of 8 dollars I can put it on my credit card so I don't need to count out cash. I love the fact that people are friendly, say hello, and assist me promptly, except that one random time at Victoria's Secret where that person was of no help even though she kept wanting to help me, but regardless, I love how people smile even though they're being extorted and repressed. I love the idea that Americans can put more debt on their credit card and not feel bad about it. I love the idea of wide expanses of space, especially, I love see a full parking lot-indicator of a good economy, I love seeing people with tons of bags-indicator of booming economy. I love the idea that technology can be purchased so cheap. I can have a colored camera phone when all I need is the buttons 1-9 and a send and end button. I love the fac that I can have wireless mouses, internet, and keyboards. I love the fact that I can lounge on the couch and surf the internet. I lvoe the fact that I haven't been back to my culturally native country of China-Hong Kong for 11-12 years and yet I can watch their television-all 5 channels of it and feel a part of them even though i'll always be alienated by them. I love the fact that I live in a world of excess, where money buys you everything, but you can get it for free. The ultimate extortion and repression of the poor. I love the feeling of being an America, of driving my car at 40 mph on the left lane of two lanes, as cars whizz by on both sides in a 40 zone-we love to go fast, but not myself. I enjoy going the limit and I also enjoy taking up the "fast" lane and no one gets mad at me because they courteous. I also like how total strangers open doors for me, seat me promptly and let me go first in an intersection when clearly they were first. I love knowing that if I got to work, i'll be back at my house in 15 minutes, I love the fact that on the weekends I drive to the mall, I get a decent parking spot, no cars, and a leisurely day of excess and "HI, how are you let me know if you need anything my name is ________" I love it, I love getting jamba after a long day then coming back and clicking on the telly to see whose on. I love the feeling of excess and materalism, a high.

What I don't Like of anywhere even in America no matter how hard we say it doesn't exist or whatever you want to say about it.

Inequality. It's not far that someone makes measily duckets and works long hours for long days and I sit and watch telly. It's not fair that people experience racism and violence, while the only violent act upon myself is something flipping me ugly sign because he wanted to park on the right side-but I was using it for a road, he was in the wrong because the direction of his car would have made him park on his right side, not his left. Stupid Benz frat boy who have no respect-at least for me that is. It's not far that certain people have monopolies over certain industries. It's not fair that women are considered old when they hit 27. It's not fair that men look great when they're "graying." It's not fair that Jay-Z at 30 is retiring cuz he says it's a young man's game. It's not fair that we spend the most money in our health care system, but our outcomes are worse then other countries who spend less, specifically Canada, France, and the like. It's not fair that I live in such of an excess, i've got like 10 rubbermaid boxes full of clothes, and two closet fulls and some people walk around with holely clothing. It's not fair that I can get things really cheap and some people can't. Inequality...ahhhhhhh what can you say about it.

Places

I'm not coming some place this year. Not because I don't want to, or because I don't like to, but because it comes down to money and it's something that seems to send everyone into hysteria. Don't get me wrong, I love that stuff and you need. Ironic: so you work a 9-5 every day M-F to amass a small fortune so you can retire, so the monotmy of that job and people. they can handled it-ironic to me in life. Has anyone questioned the meaning of life when you work 9-5 in some meaningless job while the CEO makes a fortune and you sit back trying to figure out if you'll get a bonus or raise? Furthermore, people always ask me why I don't like going, well I can't pee while squating and also, you know what, it's not like I don't like going, but it's just too complicated to go into-money issues period. For instance, someone loves going there, so they go there often because a person lets them. My thing, you know what fuckers, I love doing certain things, like I love getting $1000 spa treatments, I would love to go to Fuji, owe a G5, and have a driver chauffeur me in a Range and have a dog that would love me always. I'd love to not clean for myself, always have meals for me ready, not do laundry and have people come pick up dry cleaning, i'd love to owe the entire collection of Vuitton and i'd love to buy Microsoft at 20 bucks too, but you know what, love ain't fair and tons of things I love to do I can't do. Like, each month, i'd love to go to the destination shown on Travel and Lesiure. Like, i'd love to wear Uggs and not get them dirty, I'd love love for Jamba Juice to deliver to my house while my pizza and movies are being delivered too. I'd love to go to the South for fried chicken, I wish the concord still went around the world, i'd love to sit front row at fashion shows and i'd wish I could do all those things and be everything, but everyone has limits, and you know what, sometimes those limit aren't fair, but speaking of limits. I can't go because of money issues and in reality, I don't care about going all that much-i'm lying to myself, only for the sole reason is that I would be there to honor an ancestor of mine who I owe all my excessive and materialistic behavior to. I never have met him, but I truly admire him and all that he has given his future generations including myself. So, without disgrace of me not being there, I believe I am the most grateful, because without his exploitation of people and his ability to become a captain of his industry in several continents and cities across the world map, I would not be here today bathing in my excess. For that, I am simply grateful and words cannot express my feelings and emotions. I am not going because the money issues pains my immediate family matters too much and is too overwhelming to them. I also have considered that everyone is going besides myself an I hope that the gods as well as my ancestors understand. I also don't agree how my ancestors have to pay for their meals when they stay there and also have to pay for their plane tickets there when we they all have jobs and can afford it because they are all millionaires over and over. I also am not going because I cannot help the people in my native country and I would feel helpless there, because I don't think it's fair when I go to the bathroom a women who could be my mother or my grandmother has to turn on the water for me and offer me a towel and I pay them the equilvalent of like less then a US dollar for their services. I also don't think it's fair when maids there work the whole day for a salary worth $500 bucks and my mother's bags cost like $1000 each. Someone mentioned that they hate to tip the doormen who open the door for you and the ladies in the bathroom and i'm saying, how much are you tipping them-it's like you can part with a few measly dollars, like u're not tipping them 20US dollars, so why feel so bad and we all know they don't work minimum wage and they make like minor minor untaxable US dollars because you need to work and get 7,000USD dollars to be able to actually be taxed. Yea, so the inequality in Hong Kong and China is unparallel to what I experience here. The expoitation of people is the ultimate excess, but something that I am not proud of and would not agree to, but happens an is related to my life only indirectly. Fine, it's directly, because I buy clothes from China and those people are exploited too, so yea, working to sew my shirts so I can wear them twice makes me feel no better then they do, but for that split moment when they get their paychecks and I get that feeling of wearing new clothes for the first time...that week...