Happy Halloween!

This year for Halloween....I wanted to do a couples costume with the BF.

So I went ahead and found a costume for me....and then found one for the BF that went with mine.

         

I threw a small party at our small house...which made it seem like we invited everyone we knew. 

I turned my closet room into a photo booth

We took our small party downtown to Eikos, where they were having a Halloween Party with a costume contest. This is the part where it gets a little hazy....

I was really excited about the Costume contest because I wanted my friend to win. He dressed up at a Mad hatter, and really went all out. So....who won? This stupid box guy. The stupid LMAFO box guy. He was basically just dressed normal and then a gold box over his ugly head....I don't know who it was but....the costume was lame and shouldn't have won $500.

I remember having in my hand...my credit card and my I.D.....I remember thinking the whole entire time that I'd better not lose these items because that would suck.

So....after the contest I was super upset!....drunk upset....and I walked home....

I remember taking my shoes off...and sitting down on the coach...then.....I woke up in my bed with my Pajamas on and my phone charging on my night stand....

I blacked out....I was in a rage blackout over this costume contest....

The next morning I asked the BF what happened and all he said was...........

"You were acting hella ghetto and being mean"......Oh!....as long as I wasn't acting a fool! 

I got up and started frantically looking for my credit card and I.D.

I lost them......

I walked downtown to retrace my steps....all while I was so HUNGOVER! UGH!

I couldn't find them....So I just laid in bed and just felt sorry for myself.

The next morning after dreaming about finding my I.D. and credit card....I jumped out of bed and went straight to my closet and found my I.D. and credit card! WOOO HOOO!! 

I guess I just needed to sober up and remember where my drunk ass hid it. 

Happy Halloween everyone!!!

The Kitchen Story

Growing up in a chinese restaurant, you get to know everyone you work with very well. We all work the whole 12 hour day together, we arrive together and leave together. 

The kitchen crew comes and goes....some stay for many many years, some only lasted a few months, some last only a few days....Most of the guys are all the same: Gambling addiction, smoking addiction, alcohol addiction...bad teeth and they smell like grease....wait..thats just people in general...nevermind....

Something that you must understand about a chinese restaurant...the whole kitchen crew live together in a small apartment that the owner provides. The owner deducts rent from their pay check. Working and living together take a toll on these guys. The kitchen crew and sometimes a waiter or two would walk together to and from work like a family. But my restaurant..I am their ride. I pick them up and drop them off everyday. The kitchen crew would call me "Princess" or "Little sister", now they call me "Little boss". (of course in mandarin)

Sometimes there was fights, and sometimes there were alliances. Sometimes the crew would be super tight and when one guy quits, all of them quit.

In the 23 years of being in this business, I have seen numerous fights between the cooks. I remember one time at Peking Palace there was a fight between two cooks and one of the cooks took a bite out of the other cooks ear! Of course they both got fired.

The one employee that I miss the most is a Vietnamese man who worked with my family my whole life. His name was "A". He was a Vietnam war veteran and was super religious. He obviously became really old over the years and my parents had to let him go because he was too old to be working, and he was really upset, so was I.

I grew pretty close with some of the employees over the years and I felt hurt when they would leave because they became family members to me. So as I got older and when cooks and deep fryers and dish washers would come, I started to not be nice and never called them by their real names. I would refer to them as "Deep fryer", "skinny guy", "fat guy", "old man"...If they don't have a name then you won't mind if they left.

In this photo from Left to right: Deep fryer, Mr. Tall, My Father, Fat guy, and Old man. 

(Mr. Tall and the fat guy are no longer with Golden Harvest because they liked to fight each other)

I had to stop Mr. Tall from chopping the fat guy with a butcher knife.

:::sigh::drama drama drama....

Don't get me wrong, I am not a complete bitch to these guys because they cook my food. I am definitely really nice to them. Except when I have to yell at them for cooking things wrong...thats just what I have to do sometimes.....and thats my Kitchen Story.

Witch Vibes

I haven't posted a new blog in a long time because I've been busy....Busy moving! I moved ALLLLLL the way downtown. Which is approximately 1.2 miles from my other house. Yep.

I am finally all settled into the new place. The new place is tiny, we have absolutely too much crap for this new house. But I love it! I'm the complete opposite of a hoarder, I like to be free of "stuff". I like things to look clutter free and clean. Just don't look in my closet....

I lived at the other house for over a year, I moved into the house right after graduation. I never really liked the house, it gave me the creeps. I remember the first night I stayed at the house with my dog and I was lying in bed...and I heard this clawing noise on the walls and the ceiling.......

Was it the girl from "The ring"?....the scary looking boy from "The Grudge"?...Flesh eating ZOMBIES!? The human centipede?!!!!!

Turns out it was a raccoon. A dirty filthy raccoon. Making a house for himself.

We had Buddhist Monks come and bless the house. We captured the raccoon....twice.

But I still felt like the house was not home and I was very unhappy. I started picking fights with the BF. I was angry and grumpy all the time. I just wanted out.

When I found out we were moving, I asked my mom which days are best to move. My mom is Buddhist and according to the Buddhist calendar there are certain days and times that are good luck to move. My mom told me "Thursday between 7am-9am"

A few nights before we moved....the BF said that I was staring at him in the middle of the night and my eyes were black! Was I becoming the girl from "The Ring"? Eeek!!! or "Paranormal Activity"?! Creeeepy!!!

Ok....so thursday at 8am (I couldn't get up at 7) I packed my car and headed to the new place. I made only one trip because my mom said all I had to do was start the move between 7am-9am and then finish the move whenever.

Immediately as soon as I made the move, I felt instantly happier and uplifted. I felt good vibes!

I believe that there was a bad spirit or just bad vibes at the other house and it was like a demon taking over me.

Do you believe it? Or am I just crazy for thinking this? Is it something else that has happened?

No joke, I never had baby fever ever....and the final day we were moved in I started to feel my biological clock ticking..yes I'm only 26 I still have a few more years. And I'm going traditional and getting married before having kids. But if I don't get married....I'm not having kids.

Yes, I am very superstitious. Just like my mother. I believe in Karma. I believe that whistling at night draws attention to ghosts and spirits....Standing your chopsticks straight up with your food is bad luck....Throwing change on the floor when you move into a new home is good luck. And the list goes on......

Oh by the way....I broke a very large mirror....(it actually committed suicide).....does that mean bad luck for seven years? Hmmm.....

Maybe I've become more Buddhist.....

What do you guys think?