Monday, December 24, 2007
Tried this walnut wolfgang organic wheat bread. It's okay, but a little too flavored and soft. I'm still not over the idea of finding the original Poilane bread near DT in 10 miles radius. I'm obsessed with Grass-eater and bread. Somebody told me she saw Poilane bread in Whole Foods. We past by the one in Tustin on the way home but didn't find it.
My building said they were gonna install a new door in my unit. Two fake alarms already. I even took lil bitach with me to work for a day but am still not getting a new door. Very pissed.
She sat under my desk at work.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Good wine from Chili!!! Nice aroma; rich grape, spice, cherry flavors; perfect with beef; decent finish. Loved it! Still like Grand Bert better but for a less dry fruity experience Santa Ema is perfect! I always hear of fruity Chilian wine and never had one good until Santa Ema.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Then 2 days ago, when I got home around 7PM, I found her crying and limping. She broke her leg! I didn't know how that happened. I went to my building's security to ask if the maintenance guys came in to do the electric work while I was out. They still owed me a power outlet and a new door. I had told them they must give me a 24 hours notice in advance to come in or it's illegal. Yesterday they said no one came. Okay, little biatch hurt herself je ne sais quoi.
I don't know the nearby doggie ER here so I thought worst comes to worst we'll go back to the hospital in South Pasadena in where we lived before. She was trembling very very badly whenever I had to move her or when the security guys came to talk to me. She still growled and barked to try to protect me though even when she's so in pain. Poor girl. I held her to sleep and really couldn't decide if I should take her to the ER around 1:30AM. I decided to try to calm her down and let her rest a little. She was shaking for a long time before she fell asleep. It's absolutely the most tragic thing to hold a small hurt animal crying and moaning in your arm. I just burst into tears. So we got up at 5:30AM. I scooped her food in tiny little pieces and fed her with my hand because she couldn't even stand up by the bowl. Luckily she ate some rabbit meat for breakfast.
Indian leg vet did a couple of x-rays on my dog's knee and hip and put her on pain killers and antibiotics. She's jumping around this morning again. Poof. Another easy $300. Sure, why not, I don't even want to think about how much I spent these days anymore. I had to. Little biatch was abused when she's a puppy. That crazy Hong Kong guy bred mini-schnauzers on the roof top of his plastic factory in Tsuen Wan in New Territories! I answered his classified ad on the newspaper thinking he just got a litter in his backyard or something. Nut case! He took 3 puppies from the cables and manufacturing machines for me to see when I got off the cab that night. Little biatch's sister and brother were both bigger and more active than her. She was the smallest trembling at the corner with curly pepper and salt hair. I was planning to get a guy but once I saw her, I couldn't let her go anymore. Paid USD$500. Took her home. Gave her a ridiculous boomer name. She became my dog.
P.S. Even serious culture blogs carry gossip: Does anybody notice Sarko's new girlfriend looks like a pervert Christian clown? Can't those deaf people stop comparing this kind of model singer whatever that would even fuck some ugly asses like Mick Jagger and Donald Trump with my angelic voice Keren Ann just because they both speak French and own an acoustic guitar for heaven's sake? What else do we need to know? Carla Bruni and Keren Ann are not even on the same level. People just so love meaning some dumb ass took an armchair Introduction to Art 101 on the weekend for four weeks or something by saying which celebrity studied art and architecture. That moron stole my French President boyfriend when I was busy running around for my dog dude. Okay, you know I'm so very not over it!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
I think I haven't opened my mouth and talked to anybody except for absolute necessity for over a week already. I'm a pathological loner.
Monday, December 17, 2007
See, you all know Downtown Chick as a size 4 can flick a pile of big Western guys to miles away like Jet Li in Fearless cuz Dad is a Kung Fu master. A piece of cake! But then when it comes to the nasty black guys in Pershing Square, I'm out dude...
I swear to God the first rat I saw tonight on the way to Dorothy Chandler Pavilion for La Boheme was longer than my foot and I wear size 8 shoes. He came out from the bush to the street on Fifth Street, grabbed a plastic bag with 2 legs like a squirrel and quickly went back. The second rat came late, hung out a little bit, got nothing so he went back empty legged. I of course detoured to the opposite street. Neither Kung Fu nor pepper spray helped. Any idea what to do with those bad guys?
This's one of the reasons why I don't walk my dog in Pershing Square that much. I'm afraid the rats will just eat her up. Lil biatch's only 8 lb. The rats, maybe 2 lb? Looked pretty stocky to me.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
So I drove her from Downtown to Hollywood. We talked about the weather. She said two years ago there was snow in Compton and nobody (in Compton) knew how to scoop the snow and they had to find "those Chinese people" there to do the snow.
I was a bit shocked. I wasn't sure if I should come out I was Chinese, not Korean right there (cuz I got those Korean, Japanese guesses more often than Chinese in L.A. even from Chinese folks themselves and was pretty sure the lady thought I wasn't Chinese). I also just wondered if anybody said anything about "those black people" how it'd come out nowadays in America but okay, a little warm-up, no problem. I'm glad somebody did the snow anyway. Those Chinese people scooping that unusual winter snow in Compton, sure, why not.
So we watched this play in El Centro Theater.
So here we have 714 prisoners in every 100,000 Americans. To give some examples, in France, it's 91. In Germany, it's 96. Original article from King's College, London here. Costs the tax payers $25,000.00+ per head every year, about three times we spend on a student.
Rings a bell called The Birth of the Prison? - It's not about who's in the prison but the problems with which society where prison system belongs to can't deal.
It's sad I've never heard anybody telling me they're going to vote for Dennis Kucinich while I've read nothing better than his on the issues of racial bias on drug related crimes, mandatory minimum sentences and unaffordable healthcare from his competitors. He'll even decriminalize marijuana for Heaven's sake cuz we've gotten better things to do than spending 10 billion a year on busting podheads. Hello, where's the 420 friends in Hollywood? Can't we just get the boys back home and send them to school so everybody learns at least how to spell if somebody's just found with some crack in his hand or driving a thug while he doesn't even know?
Dennis Kucinich is a classic example of elitism so he'll never even get close. Insights doesn't sell here. Americans buy drama: commercials, commodities they do not need ranging from SUV to too much food, Oprah, stupid TV shows, the American dream of a dang house they can't keep up with its payments, cheesy affairs that wreck homes, no?
It's a political culture of ostriches. "Lock the intimidating up, put the crazy to the streets and I live in the suburb. My kids are going to USC so I can live with being in the largest prison in the world. Once in a while, I can even shed a tear watching Oprah motivating the little girls in her cult show and endorsing Obama," right?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Guess how much does this house cost? Lot size: 8712 ft. Built In: 1881. Bedrooms: 3. Bathrooms: 1. 1.5 story home. Living room (13.4x20), dining room (13x7), kitchen (10x11.3), office (10x10), master bedroom (13.1x13.5), bedroom 2 (11.9x13.8), bedroom 3 (14.3x13.2), 1 car garage. Newer roof and central air, vinyl siding, corner lot, fenced back yard, deck.
No, not $399,000.00. $39,900.00 still with room to bargain. Not kidding. If you pay it over 25 years, you pay $391.56 a month. I think one can't even get a room in any of the small hotels on skid row for that price. It's in Grand Island.
Where's Grand Island? No, it's not in the Philippines you idiot. Nebraska dude!
I've actually been in Grand Island numerous times. I went to the riverboat casino in Iowa, Kansas City many times, Missouri, Illinois... The only place I will beat Grand Island with in the Midwest is probably Chicago but I still should move to Grand Island because for only $391.56 a month, I get my own house. There're Walmart, Walgreens, Burger King, Johnny Cash and MidWestern guys going to church...
When the men talk, they say a lot of "Oh boy..."'s, like they're 60 years old ... like Grass-eater did... and they tell you they're going to "the boy's room" before the movie starts... I have a co-worker in his 50s who talks like that. If I had a penis, in the two weeks that co-worker and I shared a table together for a work project, it stayed erect for 8 hours a day I swear. Come on, you gotta excuse my nose for bleeding over that kind of all-American old-fashioned white boys if I get that Asian fetish crap in the city everyday too. I just fall into a coma when the guy is shy and asks, "maybe I can see you soon?"
Argh, no. Won't find another MidWestern guy like my love. Or indeed another guy.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Most dogs don't eat raw rabbit meat. It's not the most convenient thing to feed but my lil biatch is sick, no choice. I got a bag of patties from Janine, the girl I called on the phone before. She said it's $12 to take a bath there. Well not you! For a small dog! You wash them there yourself. Yeah I know how to groom her! I've been grooming her all these years! No she doesn't have the trendiest haircut in Downtown but it keeps her comfy! That's what matters I heard from mom who did the same to me too!
Lil bitch has not been eating for a day. She doesn't feel like prescribed dry Hill's d/z. She wants rabbit meat... So Toy District suitcase for me for packing up a bit for X'mas to the East coast, November's Vogue for me too although there's no way I can afford a pair of Manolo's for $890, I'm still a lucky girl. As long as lil bitch eats, I'll do anything.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
[From Yelp Talk] You have to get some culture at some point, right? Might as well be now! LA Opera will be offering $20 tickets for all seats for the December 16, 2007 final performance of La Boheme. It's the perfect opera for beginners, and the Music Center looks so pretty all dressed up for Christmas. Tickets go on sale tomorrow, December 6 at 10:00 am, and are available on a first come first served basis. Here's the press release:
Saturday, December 1, 2007
When the memory attacks; when I forget where I am and wonder where Grass-eater is; when his kisses fly from my big window to my lips; when his "sweetheart"'s, "your beautiful face"'s, "I really like you" race through the early winter night breeze of Downtown to my ears; when he kisses me right in front of his security guard with his suitcases before flying out of town... I'm not alive. I'm in another dimension, the forbidden space when our passion resides. Time does not pass. He is right here, right with me, right now. He comes back. He never changes. He is still waiting for me to visit him in his loft. He has done the trash already. There is neither take-out boxes nor foam cups in the bin. He's just gottan back from the gym and taken a shower. He smiles in his dark jacket after a hair cut that he thinks a little too short by a business contact and finds me in the crowd... [Shit I hit the glass on my window, ouch! WTF!]
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la Vie en Rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la Vie en Rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart,
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak,
angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La Vie en Rose
I thought that love was just a word
They sang about in songs I heard
It took your kisses to reveal
That I was wrong and love is real
- What Grass-eater left me.
Has anybody read the Nobel Prize winner Eli Wiesel not introduced by Oprah? The Night Trilogy has a scene where the Jewish guy was walking with his wife in the city near a theater after he escaped from the halocaust, and he couldn't remember what things happened first and what later. They just all came up. He wrote it exactly like his consciousness was experiencing all of them the same time.
BTW, Obama and Bert Green get play on Downtown Chick's presidential poll. I'm a bit surprised with Steve Lopez. You guys don't like Steve Lopez's series on Downtown? I actually thought that was pretty good...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
And for ten bucks, this bottle is way over her expectation... Get this name down... Not the Villages. It's just the Beaujolais. And I know Sarko will spank me for drinking cheap wine again... Okay fine... The controlling French man... Sheesh...
Woo, spanking... Let me cause some trouble...
My dog has just been diagnosed of fatal illness. I should really cut down my outings. Argh..., pondering how to handle the four figure veterinary bill now... A typical evening after my codependent Ex returned her: walked her; made allergen-free dry dog food mixed with human grade raw rabbit meat and soothing digestive relief; talked to her in English, Cantonese and a bit French; an hour later, Prednisone; walked her again; washed her feet, butt and pee holes with clean water; wrote a little bit; before bed, doggy antacid and another infection medicine... I get up at 6:00AM to do the same in the morning... Just like for a human baby... I love my dog's life more than my own life... And she does so too... She won't let anybody touch her butt and nails except myself... I do most of the grooming and manicure myself cuz she hates everybody except me... Downtown Chick is depressed... My bitch really IS me...
Monday, November 26, 2007
The hygenic condition of this place is satisfactory. No nasty weird smell of any sort and items're overall touchable. I just find their prices are marked a bit higher than maybe the general Goodwill or Salvation Army? But still, it's for good cause so we can live without that little bit more I'm sure.
It doesn't have AC or TV, but it's gotten a big window, so grab the table next to the window if it's hot. There're usually nobody in it. Everybody buys take out or orders delivery there. There're around 2-3 small tables with plastic table cloth in it now and each sits 2-3 people. It's a one man band. He delivers by his bike if you're local. Isn't it wonderful? He's a VERY VERY nice old man who always laughs and jokes around.
When I have a bad day like today, I like going to places like that alone after work and immediately feeling better from something so simple and sweet: kind man on the block and yum yum in the box. I guess it's a little like stressed beaten up men going to strip clubs. Only my remedy is much cheaper and Persian.
You can ask to change the rice in the plates to salad if you don't eat rice that much. His falafel's great. Love those fried balls. So tasty. I can eat there everyday.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
What came in email today is a Facebook invitation from my inmate first love. Remember the inmate I talked about in I'm a psycho ex? He's the man dude! So after a number of friends tried then failed to get me into Facebook, here comes Inmatian's... Okay, you gotta admit a past love's Facebook invitation is a killer... I budged... I wanted to see how he was doing so badly... Who doesn't? So I registered and went through the whole nine yards... So finally, I saw a picture of him...!
Um, I don't know how that happened. But apparently he changed. I mean, he changed A LOT! He was originaly a Jamaican British guy. Now, maybe Michael Jackson's surgeon volunteered for Médecins Sans Frontières in a grade school in some small town in North U.K.? He looks white! Not only that he looks white, he looks like he eats grass! I cannot believe what a good job they have done on his face! The eyes, the lips, the face, the shape of his arm, for some reason, look exactly like somebody's I saw not long ago! That's just so strange! Do they have Famima in York too? The way he spoke the words of sweetness to me, the way he looked me in his eyes, the way he held me in his arms and tasted my lips that wanted to be kissed, that toxicating scent of a man that I was supposed to kiss him on his crotch... Aw, no, I mean kick him on his crotch...
Did another man added me instead of Inmatian? All I saw on my first love's profile were a man and some grass! Come on, that couldn't be true... How could it be possible that these two men now look so alike? There must be some problem with my eyes tonight... Seriously, it's true. You think you ran away from everything all the way to the other side of the world, then you find the exact same "thing". It's in you. It's not elsewhere.
Inmatian "sent me a flower" on Facebook and said "Good to be in contact again!" Is it? Is it really good to be in contact again? So I saw his son's profile, his baby pictures and the room of his house he's renting out for students. Those things about his life he told that 22-year-old girl every night after work in her dorm room suddenly all came back from the drawer of the forgotten passion like a group of pigeons flying off the street when a car came... Wow... This is heavy... I was about to graduate from grad school that time. What happened to me? Oh okay I remember now. That shit. I bet if I look into his eyes right now, he'd still be just as fearless as when he cheated. We all have our own ways to not exactly forgive ourselves but actually deny our wrong doing. And if they know it's safe 10 years later when they see you work, you write, you move away, you see other people and know you probably don't care about them anymore, they send a fucking Facebook invite to you, that young woman they almost killed just because their dicks were itchy.
And because most women will die with no laid, they stay with their husbands like that so there's another happy couple with some happy family pictures on Facebook.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Every woman has a man that makes her a real writer. Terry is my man. His place and he have made Downtown Chick go back to publish in Chinese which I haven't done for a good few years. But for Terry's smoking hot ass, all is worth it. This entry is dedicated to Terry's hospitality and their excellent menu which is exactly the same as the Salades de Provence in Provence in France.
For a complete bread bitch, what can be better than a funny guy swinging his very firm perky cute butt under those perfect sand-washed straight leg blue jeans holding a delicious L'Assiette Mirabeau (The Mirabeau Plate) with some tender salty Prosciutto ham and goat cheese over my favorite dry crunchy brown tartines of Poilane bread to me? Well, that is, maybe if they have a wine cellar there as well? No, seriously, I can't think of anything else except that. Besides, you can always bring a bottle in or get one from the giant wine store next door. There's no corkage fee in Salades de Provence. This place is just awesome. The organic little cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, walnut pine nuts made Downtown Chick a very happy single girl in the Boys Town...
If you are looking for a place where you can listen to some old skool French pop classic like Laurent Voulzy, Gilbert Montagne, Claude Francois near home, you might want to consider moving there, at least I do. It's not that I don't like Jay-Z or accordion; I do, but at the price of $13.95 a plate, sometimes I want to sit somewhere I can hear Henri Salvador, play with that old-fashioned water bottle lid and write a bit. Okay, fine, I lie. I'm pretending to be unpretentious. I hate Jay-Z. He's a fucking idiot. How can somebody listen to that kind of crap? Don't get it.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
How does it feel when somebody pours a bottle of abrasive to your face?
How does it feel when a Mobil truck crashes your little passenger car?
How does it feel when you are raped in Los Angeles street?
How does it feel when you see your comrade bombed in the battlefield?
How does it feel when you've been drinking for four days?
How does it feel when your love despises you?
How does it feel when your parents die?
You feel like how I feel now.
When Grass-eater doesn't show up at my doorstep anymore,
That's how it feels.
Light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Everybody thought his ex-supermodel wife dumped Sarko right? Actually no, he dumped her for me... Poof! No one knows... Sarko hates people knowing his private life. One time Yahoo found out about us from our email conversation. He freaked out.
"I'm gonna call my friend and fire that guy in Yahoo who's gonna tell the world about you and me," he said when I was busy closing my curtains when he came over. You know, Downtown is full of journalists and bloggers. You never know.
"But um, my dear, I'm not sure if you can do that. It's Yahoo. They can even kowtow to China on the expense of some journalist's prison time for their offices in Beijing and Shanghai. It's not Paris Match you know? This's America..." I turned around and mumbled.
"Yes, I can. I've gotten some friend there too."
"Really? You know people in America too? You never told me. Who?"
"Bush!" He had just come back from Washington after some hotdog and burger meals.
"But you sure you wanna do anything him? He's a serial..."
"Enough! I don’t want them to like me. I want them to help me get things done!"
"Aw, okay, so, can we eat now?" Well, there's always a way with anybody including controlling French men.
Because it's bad English if we use the same word twice in a sentence, I'm gonna say "Sarko gave me a passionate tongue-involving kiss and we went to our favourite French restaurant." We started with this scallop and shrimp brochette in puff pastry and fine herbs mousseline first. How to stick the pastry to the plate so it doesn't move? Put some mashed potatoes underneath. That's the trick. The puff pastry was good but I couldn't eat the whole thing. Too much carb. I wasn't that impressed with the scallop and shrimp. It tasted a little over-cooked. For seafood, I'm all for the Japanese and Chinese styles. Fresh and raw. Cooking isn't my favorite way to handle seafood.
And then here came the roasted venison in poivrade sauce and baby veal chop in morrel cream sauce for the main. The mushrooms on the lamb were truffles. They were so delicious. As much as the beef was also juicy, tasty and of good quality, the lamb was just so so tender and nice. It was pretty unbelievable. I had not had better lamb elsewhere in Los Angeles.
These two cute cones were dangerous, especially the vanilla: chocolate and vanilla canneles with hazelnut sauce. The vanilla cannele was a piece of art. How could a dessert be so tasty? That's really too much. Felt like I had an orgasm.And of course, Sarko won't let me tell you where we went. Duh!
"We, the undersigned, call on all nations to condemn General Musharraf's crackdown, and to suspend military aid to Pakistan until the constitution is restored and free, fair elections are ensured."
Pakistan is on the brink: unpopular president General Pervez Musharraf has imposed a state of emergency, sacked the Supreme Court, shut down the media and basic freedoms, and imprisoned democratic opposition leaders. The general blames his actions on an imagined coalition of terrorists and independent-minded judges -- but his real fear may be losing absolute power.
Elections are planned for January 2008 -- they must not be postponed. But martial law and the imprisonment of democratic opposition leaders don't make for a free and fair vote either. So we're calling on the international community -- particularly the US Congress, which has voted Musharraf billions of dollars in military aid over the last six years -- to use all its leverage for swift elections and restoring constitutional protections. Click below to sign our petition immediately, then tell your friends so they can do the same --
We just received this email from Asma Jahangir, head of the Pakistani Human Rights Commission and the UN's Special Rapporteur for freedom of religion worldwide. Now under house arrest in Lahore, she's one of many Pakistanis urgently asking the world community to raise our voice:
There is a strong crackdown on the press and lawyers... The Chief Justice is under house arrest (unofficially). The President of the Supreme Court Bar (Aitzaz Ahsan) and 2 former presidents, Mr. Muneer Malik and Tariq Mahmood have been imprisoned for one month under the Preventive Detention laws...
There are other scores political leaders who have also been arrested. Yesterday I was house arrested for 90 days... the President (who has lost his marbles) said that he had to clamp down on the press and the judiciary to curb terrorism. Those he has arrested are progressive, secular minded people, while the terrorists are offered negotiations and ceasefires.
Lawyers and civil society will challenge the government and the scene is likely to get uglier. We want friends of Pakistan to urge the US administration to stop all support of the instable dictator, as his lust for power is bringing the country close to a worse form of civil strife...
General Musharraf claims that martial law is necessary to combat extremist terror. But it just doesn't add up. Musharraf retains strong links with the Pakistani Taliban (see PS below). His emergency powers are being directed only against the democratic opposition, free press and judiciary – just days before a scheduled ruling on whether Musharraf could run for president while remaining army chief. In an August poll, too, Pakistanis rated "ensuring an independent judiciary, free press and free elections" as their top priority.
Right now, leaders around the world are deciding how to respond. The General is dressing up his crackdown in the rhetoric of "anti-terrorism" because Musharraf and his military supporters depend on foreign military aid and international recognition to maintain their legitimacy. That's why we have to speak out now.
The world can't ignore the threat of chaos in Pakistan, or the voices of our fellow democrats there. Let's come together as we did on Burma, and move our governments to act. In these crucial early days, the voice of the world's people has tremendous power. Let's use it. Sign the petition and tell your friends today -
Paul, Pascal, Galit, Ricken, Graziela, Ben and the whole Avaaz team
PS for more background on Pakistani polls and Musharraf's links to the Pakistani Taliban, see: http://www.avaaz.org/blog/en/pakistan
Thursday, November 8, 2007
There's dress code. My friend was wearing a cap and he had to take it off. They're strict about that.
Their $7 house red cab tastes like dishwater. Do not order house there. It's just ridiculous.
In terms of meeting people, I will never really go there just to hang out with people I don't know though. Let me put it this way - It's older than a meat market. It's the kind of place you will tell a guy under his tacky aviator shades "Honey I need you to do one thing for me. Stop talking to me cuz that fake blonde sitting over there that you've just hit on looks like a complete moron and I'd like to keep my record clean." I'm sorry if I'm a bitch but I'd rather be a bitch than one of those desperate generic women in their 30s or 40s that will let any of the guys there touch them all over after two drinks. Sorry, but it's really like that there. It's pretty pathetic for grown-ups. If you're that kind of guy that doesn't care about having your taste and hair intact, congratulations, you can get laid there any time.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
[Photo from Here Comes The Guide] This glass box cross the library tower is charming. Classy interior, surprisingly good energy without the suspected snottiness. Excellent helpful wait staff. I had a good night there.
Try all means to have the lobster there. It's GOOD! Hands down. Why do we spend our money on clam and oyster in Water Grill? Might as well go for lobster like this. It was MP-ed on the menu and we had it for $45 I believe if memory works.
Another fun thing to do there is the cheese plate. I used to think cheese plate of a dinner is really like a "closure" of an ended relationship. If there's much enough there to need a serious breakup, you do the cheese plate, then get the check. If there's not enough, it's just gonna be maybe cheesecake or coffee or even nothing, like the phone calls just stop and nobody makes a sound. Cuz think about it, why do we really eat a cheese plate? It's quite filling and it takes longer time than desserts. It's almost like another entree after a good one. You really gotta like the night much enough to commit your ass to a cheese plate knowing there's enough vibe to share with that person. I've only done a couple cheese plates in my life so I'm still girly about it.
It's a dressy place but we both wore just nice jeans and it was accepted. I however fail to walk in there again. The last hour of my 30th's birthday was spent there with Grass-eater. He said the couple nights before then he was thinking I would wear a very very short skirt for our date. He said he didn't feel good about something in his family. He said many many things, and sweated a bit... At that time I didn't know why he was always stressed. Now I know. I feel a thousand needles on my heart.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
There're also not as many drunk red-faced Asian guys as in Daikokuya and or creepy rice molesters with some really dumb looking Asian girls as in Suehiro as well. It's more down to earth, marginal hole in the wall kind of place for some harmless mellow Japanese food.
I like the atmosphere and the kitchen where you can see every single detail of it. Sometimes it's relaxing to see the chef frying with that big wok like he's dancing in front of me or something after a long day.
It's the kind of place I never make a special trip to go but maybe every half year or so, I kind of pass it and crave for that familiar touch.
Do you see the traffic light across the street in front of the pole saying "Japanese Village"? Grass-eater and I kissed there, again and again, last time when it's as chilly at night. He, and I, like there're no others. With his hands on my waist, I could not care anymore. We made love after we ate in Kouraku. He put a black towel in his bed, asked me to open my legs, and gently pulled the tampon out.
Seriously, I feel very peaceful to be home alone in bed by the Kitties. I hope soon I will finish serving my time and can leave this world.
I am stunned. I should take my medicine.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Other Kittyholics: Hi, Chick.
Downtown Chick: Well, this week has been good. I ate some canned meatball spaghetti, went on a date with Keanu Reeves, saved my half month's pay after paying for my car loan for my black on black tinted Accord EX V6 which still runs like smoke when Grass-eater looks out from his window and sees I'm stalking him, gas for around $200 a month which used to be half (I'm already pumping mostly just Arco and 76) and Mercury full coverage insurance and only bought half a dozen pairs of Hello Kitty panties from Fashion District. They're going for $13 a dozen and I managed to only get half a dozen. They come in bubble gum pink, sharp pink, blue, green and white. I got the light pink, dark pink and white in Downtown. Of course, it's made in China, not by Sanrio...
Um, I'm sorry. How many minutes do I still have...? Pardon...? Oh two and a half...? Okay... I'll share more then: when I was small, my parents never bought me any Hello Kitties so I feel an urge to pamper that inner child of mine that still desires Kitty and wants to be her best friend now. In the end, we were born in the same year (1976 - there was rumor about Kitty being born in 1974 which was untrue; probably her ex-boyfriend - the little teddy bear on the second picture on her souls whom she used to date - spread the rumor after they broke up cuz he's jealous of her continuous charm over three decades while he lost his hair, got a beer belly and married an ugly Japanese dumb ass...) and both of our hobbies include making new friends, traveling and baking cookies.
Iadmit I am powerless to my addiction to Kitty and leave myself to God. God loves Kitty too. He told me last night when he helped warming up the Whirlpool oven. I mean, God is nice guy. He's really caring, has a good job, takes me out, bakes cookies with me but for some reason, I just couldn't get to "it". I love him. I definitely do. There's no doubt about it. But when I thought of Kitty, and how girly I feel with only Kitty in my bed with only my little girls' panties on, I just wish that's forever. I just wish my pussy will never be territorialized by anybody else until I die. And I just wish I will die as soon as I want.
I have been volunteering in the Downtown Women's Center and working a new job trying to be helpful. I hope when my life has no meaning to myself, it can still offer others some use just like wrecked car parts on Craig's List. Thank you guys.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
AN ASYLUM WITH A CRIMINAL PAST:
In 1915 the California Legislature called for a comprehensive study of the problem of "feeble mindedness." As a result of this study, the Legislature recognized the need for an institution in Southern California and approved $250,000 on July 17, 1917, for the Pacific Colony. The original site was in Walnut.
On March 21, 1918, the first patients were admitted to Pacific Colony with an expected capacity of 50 patients. However, it soon became evident that the site was inappropriate (lack of water, limited access) and the facility closed its doors on January 23, 1919 It took another four months until the new Pacific Colony opened at its location in Pomona and welcomed its first 27 "inmates" (as they were then called). In 1920 director Patrick Haggard, deemed a second, more remote location for inmates considered "potentially violent towards themselves or others" was needed. He opened Pomona's California Colony on the current site of the Fairplex in the Winter of 1920. This facility handled the criminally insane and was originally designed as a measure of restraint and isolation from the rest of society.
The facility was originally described as "A place - isolated from the rest of society - almost a self-sufficient small city unto itself. It was a world apart, isolated by more than just its physical location." However the CRIPA (Civil Rights of Institutionalized Persons Act) investigated the asylum in early 1921 and reports were filed with the State of California about inappropriate care, accidents, unexplained deaths of inmates and staff members, and inefficient medication use...