I am attending a workshop to help me write MY story, my experience as an immigrant, in order to express myself better and to let my voice be heard by Americans. Instead, a few nights ago I posted my opinion and sarcasm on a Thai Students Association message board, I got shot down, pretty much booed off stage for having an opinion and poking fun at the male population in a satiric sort of way. And soon after, the post has been deleted. (But not gone, y’all. By the way, original topic was a job posting indicating “Male only” for...
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Is it entire selfish of me to come home at 10:30 and all I wanted was to write on a blog and have 3 Oreo cookies and milk while my hubby hinted at me 3 times he was going to bed? Let’s see. 1 hour commute to work at 7:30 a.m. Worked from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Attended an autobiographical workshop from 7:30-9:30. Dropped off 2 girls from the workshop at their apartments around USC. Got home at 10:30. So 10 minutes of me time. I can live with that....
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So we blew $70 on 10-week of yoga classes Brandon never attends. And so far, I blew $21 on the classes I missed. And now I’m trading in the rest of the classes, all $32, to attend a 10-week writing/performing arts workshop that is supposedly free. So the workshop will actually cost me $32 plus the optional parking at USC campus. Remember when I mentioned “My Own Story” workshop a while back? Alex is doing one at USC starting tomorrow night. He called me as I was coming home from work today. 7:30-9:30 p.m. at USC, 10 Thursday nights and...
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This week long stuffy nose/plugged up sinus is getting very VERY old. First it was the cold I fought off last weekend. 7-days to be exact. And then the rain came, so the allergies also contributed to further stuffing up my nose. It was cold-related stuffy, and now it’s itchy, sneeze-fest runny nose. You know it’s bad when you are using Kleenex with lotion–a glorious gift from heaven’s above–and your nose still gets so raw it cracks and bleeds. I have a patch in my right nostril, at the tip of my nose where one might have a nose ring,...
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Dad called this morning. Mom will not need chemo after all. The doctors are confident that they have it all. Since the lymph nodes were untouched, they thing this is it. Camp Khun Noi continues to wreak havoc at the hospital for a few more days though. Mom is scheduled to return home on Monday....
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It’s 7:30 p.m. -ish. I’m about to go to bed. Skipping dinner and all that. Oh yeah. The rain made me miss yoga. I left the parking lot in Downtown LA at 5:20. I got on the 110 on Exposition by USC, my new route, at 6:00 p.m. It was the street traffic trying to get to Flower that killed me. And then it’s the usual crawl out of Downtown-ish area half way to the 105 before it cleared up. And then it was slow but going through from the 105, and free for all on the 605. I got...
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