The Botox & Radiesse Adventure

I know girls are supposed to be all hush hush about this whole beauty enhancement thing. Like keep quiet about plastic surgery or whatever effort you have put into making yourself look better because I think medical beauty enhancements are still semi-frowned upon.

I think this is party because of this whole perception that exists in our society, as follows:

Beauty enhancement = Making yourself look better

Getting an enhancement = You don't like the way you look

You don't like the way you look = You hate yourself

You hate yourself = You are a sad mutherfucker

You are a sad mutherfucker = You have issues so deeply rooted within that you are just aweirdo...with mental issues... think.. Michael Jackson?

Well, most of you already know that I recently got Botox and Radiesse injections. When I first told ya'll, you guys thought I was crazy (aka the weirdo in my analogy above). I am pretty confident, but of course there are things about my external self I would love to change. I consider myself a decent human being. I've never intentionally hurt anyone and usually I treat people nicely. I am relatively normal.. a little retarded at times, but generally stable. A little beauty enhancement just makes me a tiny bit happier, that's all!

No Biggity, No Doubt.

I got Botox on both sides of my cheeks and Radiesse in my chin. I love the results! I had a pretty meaty face (thanks to Daddy's genes). It's still pretty meaty since I didn't get lypo or anything. But my chin is now a little sharper, and in 3-4 weeks I will see the effects of the Botox, which means the sides of my face will become more defined. Generally, the results will be a smaller, less meaty lookin face, and my double chin won't come out to say hi as often in photos. They'll still come out once in a while though, just to say 'sup. But they're going to be staying home a lot more.

So what's next? Boobiez enhancement perhaps?!

Hahaha jessssssss joking! But hey, Deborah taught me the concept of "Never Say Never", so I won't say never. But atleast I can say not now!! Needles are tolerable for now, but I'm not ready to have myself cut open.

Here are a few pix taken yesterday...

Do you guys see the difference? My face is still swollen.. but I do see the diff!

Happy Birthdays July Babies

Wow.. July is a crazy month for birthdays... Deborah, Charlene, Elin, Tommy..

Which makes me kind of broke... but Happy Birthday nonetheless!!

Sorry about all the blurry photos.. after 6 months I'm still trying to learn how to operate this expensive yet not very user friendly camera. Fuckers.

On Thursday, went to a Michael Jackson Memorial party at Spark. Non-stop MJ beats and video feeds. I totally forgot how great of a performer he was... seriously, you watch his videos, and you realize that he was BORN to do this. He was born and made to entertain, to dance, to sing. Pretty incredible stuff. Though I think he brought on his own early death, i still have to say... RIP, King of Pop.

Security Guards That Make Me Feel Unsafe (the Fatty)

There is a group of security guards at my work building. Most are fine.. but there are 2 that really stand out. For sake of easy-reading, one of them, i'll call Fatty; the other, i'll call Nasty.

Fatty is the better one of the two. He is nice in an annoying kind of way. Sometimes, when I leave to go home, I walk past the security desk, and he'll say "hey hey hey!! wait wait!" So I turn back around and ask "What?"

Usually, it turns out that he wants to give me something... Some of the things he offers to give me are:

• Bread from bakery
• Cookies
• Face Soap
• Microwavable plastic containers
• Mugs

The only thing I've ever taken from him is the face soap, because that time I left with my coworker and he offered it to us, and she took one, so I kinda had to take it too. Fine. Whatever. So every single day after that, every night I walk out of the building, the conversation would go like this....

Fatty: Did you use the soap yet?

Me: No, not yet.

Fatty: After you use it, let me know if it's good.

This occurred for a good week and a half. And finally, one day I got fed up, so I lied...

Fatty: Did you use the soap yet?

Me: Yes.

Fatty: Is it good? Do you like it?

Me: Yeah it's not bad.

Fatty: Do you want more? I have a few more...

Me: No, thanks.

Fatty: Ok well if you want more later, let me know.

Me: (????????)

What the hell? It's just soap. How can you be sooo annoying over one piece of soap? Nelson says that it's jxxx soap.

Sometimes, the conversation goes like this:

Fatty: I think your hair looks good like that. You look more womanly.

Me: ehhh.. ok

Fatty: No really, I think you should wear your hair like this more often.

Me: K bye.

or this:

Fatty: I think you've been wearing beautiful makeup lately.

Me: (???????) K bye.

PS. Fatty is around 40-45 years old. I think because he is fatter, makes him seem less perverted and sly, although stuff he says (or gives me) still makes me go (???????).

PPS. The story of the Nasty will make its debut next weekend. He is creepos. Forreals.

Weekend Recap....

Completely hermitized...

Friday night - got off work, girls time with D, T, A..

Saturday - jogged, slept at 12

Sunday - went to work, buy groceries, chilled, jogged, and now typing.

I think the most interesting thing that has happened to me this weekend was that my belly button ring fell off while jogging. Now I have to wear a tacky belly ring with heart-shaped rhinestones until I go buy a new low-key one. Interesting huh?!

Oh, oh.. something a little more interesting is I recently discovered a cutie, also a jogger. Here was my convo with D:

S: dude there is a cute guy jogging at the same tracks

D: really? what's he like?

S: he's tall....

D: .....?

S: and from the way he runs I'm sure he's ABC.

D: *she cracks up* You can tell an ABC by the way he runs?!

S: yes.....

HAHAHAHAhahhaa apparently I have this gift. I swear local boys and foreign men run differently.

I also realized something new... how do you tell when Taiwanese boys are having fun on a date? They drive REAL slow. I mean REALLY, REALLY slow, like 15km/hr. I think it's so unsexy.

Tomorrow is Monday, and this upcoming week will be absolute hell with the show coming up on July 2. Every morning I set my alarm to wake me up at 530. I think it's this anal thing I have... because I always end up sleeping til 830. I don't know why I disturb my sleep like this.

Bye April, hello 26.

Here is my April. I tried the AutoCollage Trial Version. So easy to use!! (but my friend's application is wayyy easier and user-friendly) If I weren't getting a new Macbook tomorrow, then I'd definately buy the program so I don't get the ugly "buy-the-program-or-we-tell-everyone-this-is-a-trial-version-and-that-you-are-a-cheapass" line on the bottom of the picture. Yes, I am getting ANOTHER MacBook....

My April looked pretty good didn't it?

Animals Taiwan Flea Market - Join US!

These are the drinking playing cards I got at the flea market.

They're excellent.

I'm going to make a game out of it at my birthday party.

So my friend Lilian is almost CEO of Animals Taiwan (just a matter of time Lil, just a matter of time), a non-profit organization that helps stray/abused/abandoned animals in Taiwan. They organize a flea market every 2nd and 4th sundays of the month. Yesterday, I went to volunteer. I'm not a huge animal lover, and growing up I never had any pets around the house because my parents aren't too fond of animals - too much hassle I guess.

This is Lilian This is my visual merchandising

These are the other 2 slaves

Oh wait, I did have a pair of budgies in middle school. We got them for a science project we had to complete. No, no disecting. We had to observe them, which was quite boring because they didn't do shit, nor did they play with me. I don't know what happened to them. I think we gave them away after we completed the science project. I got a C-.

So yea, Sunday was a lot of fun, a lot of heaving lifting, a lot of yelling and hard-selling, a lot of bargain-defense. The stuff I donated FLEW off the shelves. So much pressure to bring in even better stuff next time, since my repeat customer will be coming in again, haha. My friends dressed me in all these vintage stuff to make me look like a bum, but I am not sharing the photos.

This post is dedicated to Lillian, she is pissed because I always say that I'd write about her but I never do. Attention-whore. Join US! In 2 Sundays!