More of my nonsense blogging.

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Currently For Emma, Forever Ago By Bon Iver see related

Greetings!

Finally back from SF. Splendid trip, it was.  I'm just so glad we pulled everything through. Great views, great food, great people. Would I go back again? Yes-and I'd stay.

So here I am-back at home. Sitting, sipping my cool coke, listening to Bon Iver, and finishing my traffic school ed (argh this is ridiculous). Feels great to be back at home. As much as I love SF, I was missing lots of things from home. My bed, food in the fridge, knowing my way around, the way the sun filters through my curtains and window in the afternoon, quiet time with no one at home, talking outside by the stairs, etc. It was the just the simple things about home that got to me during my stay up north.

I'm ready though to move on. I feel that this is the right time. I'm excited and scared all at once.

Le sigh. I shall now resume my traffic ed. I will update pictures/videos probably on my flickr. Good day!

Bittersweet

Sweet:

-I woke up early to walk to the polling place with my parents. Lovely morning.

-I voted! And got an awesome sticker.

-Went to Alcove and had strawberry pancakes. YUM!

-Then went on a free shopping spree with Stephanie in Burbank. Free ice cream, coffee, and donas. (sugah rushh).

-Oh yeah. And Obama won :]

Bitter:

-Prop 8 won.

I am deeply disappointed in California for letting such a proposition win. Come on California, I thought you knew better.

Supporters of prop 8 say this isn't about equal rights because gay couples already have this thing called domestic partnership that basically grants them the same rights married couples have. Then why not let them marry since they already possess such rights? Because Marriage is only between a man and woman.

Why is it only between a man and a woman?

Because the bible says so.

Why does the bible say so?

Because marriage is only between a man and a woman.

This reason of  "the traditional definition of marriage is...." just goes in circles. Don't they see that they are imposing their own religious beliefs on them?

And I understand that not everyone believes in being gay...you are entitled to your own opinion. However, your opinion should not go as so far as to not grant people their rights.

Let's face it. It does come down to equal rights. If you are exclusively giving a certain group of people the right to marry, then yeah it is about rights! I understand that you stand on your religious belief, but did the whole state have to go out and vote for marraiges between man and woman? No, because that wouldn't be FAIR.

My other friend pointed out something interesting. He said that if the argument is about restoring traditional marriage, then apparently we should ban interracial marraiges (interracial marraiges weren't always traditional! Its only recently that we have come to fully accept it).

I also can't come to grips when supporters say "Protect the Children" or things like "save society from harmful consequences". Protect the children from what??? From gay people? What is it about being gay that will harm the children? Should we raise our children to be completely ignorant? Is that your idea of protecting your children?

"Restore traditional marriage". No, let's not restore it. Let's break it down and rebuild it so that this time, everyone will have an equal chance in exercising their own rights. 

My visit to the Museum of Death

Starbucks lady: Your name?

Me: Noho

Starbucks lady: *chuckle* Nohoz up in diz beeeee!

                  Sitting cozily on the streets of Hollywood is the Museum of Death. Spotted while driving around LA, we couldn't resist the curiousity of what laid behind those doors. We approach the Museum, which is gated by white bars all around-however an "OPEN" sign is still posted outside. I reach for the knob and as I open the door, I feel a blockage behind it. A black dog awakes from its sleep and starts to bark loudly at me. I jump, completely startled from the dog...and to think that I haven't even stepped inside the actual museum...

                  We are greeted by a gracious and friendly lady standing behind a tall counter. She is petting her huge iguana. "Its very cold outside, that's why I have him in here" she says. She smiles and introduces the Museum of Death. She warns us that they have displays and videos that are very graphic and claims that a woman had fainted during her visit. She is still smiling. She also points out a picture on the wall of a man's body torn in half due to a deadly car crash. It was a preview of what was to come. I hesistate, conflicted with my curiosity and for me being scarred for life. I look behind me and I spot an electrical chair. "Is this a replica?" I ask. She says it is, but it is a famous one that was featured in a cover a book. She also mentions a suit she once owned that was once worn by man who was executed in an electrical chair. His skin was burned so badly that it stained the suit. She is very knowledgeable about the topic and tells us more stories. Ah, interesting. I'm in.

                 We start the tour off. I spot the first picture of the tour. A man's head....his brain totally exposed....the skin of his head folded over his face. A display of lobotomy/operational instruments, coffins, mortuary materials, etc. Already I feel the chills. It was going to get better. The next hallway displayed actual pictures of car accidents and such. Bodies and limbs scattered everywhere. Skulls on shelves and shruken heads. A series of photos by a sick sick couple posing pictures next to a dead man-and then the process of cutting him up. Letters from seriel killers, their artwork (clowns, stick figures, a horse dashing across a field), and more. As we were walking, I couldn't help but think if there was something truly wrong with me. We finally arrive at the death theater. We seat ourselves inside. There is a clip of a tribe of men chasing after one man. What came next wasn't what I was prepared to see. I walk out of the theater not wanting to see anymore of it. The collection of news segments and clips on the seriel killers were far more tolerable-not to mention educational.

                We tour around some more until I feel a slight sickness in my stomach. Its time to leave. The very kind lady smiles at us and it makes me feel a little better-kinda like a glimpse of sunshine on a cloudy day. It surpirses me how she doesn't seemed fazed by her workplace. She adds that they will be putting an exhibition of death of celebrities and such soon. We nod with interest and listen to more of her fascinating stories. We finally take our leave. I step outside and feel the chilly breeze. I shiver. As we walk it off, I feel a deep sadness for those who had died on unfortunate terms. Then I think about life and our human expereinces...and death of course.  My compusure is disturbed and for a while we do not say much to each other. Then after a slight awkward silence and the draininage of death contents from our heads, we make our way to In & Out.

From the moment you wake up...

ROUTINE. ROUTINE. ROUTINE.

From day to day, week to week, the routines feel neverending. I sometimes feel bound to them and I can't find a way out. It is a sick and empty feeling-almost like being a zombie. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I am the living dead-there is no end for me. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I want to break out of it, but when you finally have time in your hands, you feel ambivalent. Its like "So many things to do...but so little time". And I guess that's all being part of an adult. I'm always bringing up being "old" because well....we are old. Yes...you too. Maybe not old in the sense of "reeboks" haha...but old in that we are already taking course in shaping our futuree (college, jobs, and what nots). It is scary. And that is why I am always yearning back for my childhood. When days weren't filled with routines and tedious-ness. All carefree and what not.

.......I know I should shut up now. I can't always hold on to something that will never come back. (Maybe in my next life). Gotta keep trudging.