Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Sick Gross Body Stuff

Do you know that rats can't vomit?

Since I am still recovering from spending every ounce of everything I had at Coachella, I'm led to the topic of sick gross body stuff in the form of phlegm and snot and whatnot. I'm blowing my nose and coughing every couple of minutes and it makes me think about what is just plain run-of-the-mill "Hey, sorry, excuse me but I'm sick" behavior and what is all-out public indecency and grossness. I tend to go with a personal barometer for that kind of thing--just what I feel is fine and what I think I should go to the bathroom and do in private. I remember in high school, there were kids who got up and grabbed a tissue and blew their nose while in class, and the kids who would go out of the classroom to blow their nose. I was the former.

I think I have a pretty big tolerance for human grossness. I don't immediately get nauseous when someone next to me vomits, I just feel bad for them and I try to avoid having it get on me. I mean, I don't LIKE the smell but I'm not going to go throw up over it. I just point my nose in a different direction and if the person's a friend, I pat their back or hold their hair and generally try to make them not feel embarrassed. When I have to vomit, I have a very nonchalant manner about it. I know I'll feel better afterward and I'm so grateful for the ability to get bad things out of my system that way.

However, I have been the designated driver of sick friends before and here is my advice about puking your guts out whilst in a moving vehicle. Don't. Please just tell the driver to pull over if you feel sick. Even a little bit. Just raise your voice and tell them before it's too late. Please do not do it out of the window while the driver is driving.

Now that I've spent a paragraph talking about snot and two paragraphs talking about barf, I'm not really sure where to go next except that it must suck for people who get so easily grossed out by normal bodily functions. I grew up around punk girls who would burp out loud, mid-sentence, and then continue with their speech without batting an eyelash. Also, since I live with my boyfriend and his 9-year old lives with us half the week, farts are pretty much the funniest things ever invented. Seriously, if you want to win kids over by cracking them up, just freshen up your fart jokes and say the word "butt" a lot. I'm not sure if Captain Underpants is to be blamed for this phenomena or if he's just the first genius to capitalize on it.

Also, are there still girls who don't fart in front of their boyfriends? I mean, I guess that's cool if your boyfriend also doesn't fart in front of you. That's a really sweet take-the-extra-mile-to-make-the-honeymoon-last type of thing, I think. But most dudes I know don't give a fuck and they will fart in front of their girlfriend, wife, grandma-- they don't give a fuck! So, I say, girls, unless you're dating some super gentleman no-farting kind of prince, then please just go ahead and fart, even the playing field a little bit, though I'm sure yours are nowhere near as disgusting as most dude ones are.

Ahem. (cough cough) (My own boyfriend's) <3

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Coachella, I'm Yours...

I got hit with a gnarly cold as soon as I got back from Coachella. If you would like to read about my experience, please do so here: Coachella Tales: Wind, Rain, Drugs, and Tupac

Best Coachella ever! This picture was taken right after Dr. Dre and Snoop, as you can see I am still completely in the zone.

Ok, so what are you doing? Go read my article!
Coachella Tales: Wind, Rain, Drugs, and Tupac

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Huge Fan of Human Strangeness...

We watch a lot of reality TV at our house. A lot. We watch Survivor, Amazing Race, Dance Moms, Dance Moms Miami, Project Runway, Top Chef, Real Housewives, Real World, Jersey Shore...I'm sure there are others that we're missing. Our roommate has a big problem with this. His opinion, like that of many others, is that reality tv destroys your soul, or intelligence, or both... I would agree to a certain extent, if you're actually looking at all of these people as idols or somehow important because they're on TV.

As sad and uncomfortable as some of these shows are (ahem, ahem, Jersey Shore and cough, cough, the Real World), I think it's probably an accurate representation of real life in the sense that there are some really rad, amazing, generous, good-hearted people and some really horrible racist ignorant/evil (it's hard to tell the difference between them anymore-- two sides of the same coin!) people on reality TV. I'm definitely not a "fan" in the sense that I admire Snooki's brazen panties-off drunkenness or Abby Lee Miller's dance training technique, but I'm a huge fan of human strangeness.

And, of course, Marc Bolan.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Weird Asian Atheist in Las Vegas

I was born and raised in a city most people are only familiar with during trade shows or weekend benders. It's a place that many view as devoid of culture or substance. Most people associate it with booze, gambling and strip clubs--the fabulous city of Las Vegas.

Growing up, it was home. I loved the all-you-can-eat buffets and the arcades (R.I.P. Wet 'N Wild). I think it wasn't until I got the internet, sometime in 6th grade, that I started to realize other people's perception of Las Vegas. After given the ubiquitous greeting A/S/L? Their next question always was, Las Vegas? Do you live an a hotel?

I started to realize that most people don't think of Las Vegas as a real city with inhabitants and citizens and children and schools. It's adult disneyland. Surely, there can't be children or schools or churches. That's normal stuff for normal cities. But Las Vegas has a lot of those--especially churches.

I grew up in a master-planned community called Summerlin, it was known for its safety, its gated communities, it was essentially the best place to raise a family for the middle class. It was where I grew up, in a sub community called The Pueblo (Amongst them were The Trails, The Hills, and so forth). Practically every house looked the same with slight variations. Each neighborhood had about 4 house models, and every single house was either one of those 4 models AKA a tract home.

We were always the only Asian family for a couple blocks. Throughout elementary and middle school, I was the only Asian person in my class. It's weird growing up different because you feel your difference, everyone else is "normal" and you and especially your family are "weird." I felt weird for most of my life. I mean, I still feel weird occasionally, but in a different way.

I didn't want to feel weird. I was embarrassed by my family, their Chinese-ness, their language, customs and traditions. I didn't know what to say when classmates asked me "Why?" I didn't know how to answer those questions, their accusations and stereotypes. They would pull on their eyes and shout nonsensical "Chinese" words and I would look away and feel my face turn red.

Las Vegas is a dichotomy. There are all the things that go along with it being called Sin City but there is also a huge Christian community. Besides being the only Chinese person, I also wasn't raised with a religion. Every one of my classmates went to church on Sundays, the Mormons would have some sort of Mormon class they would go to before school, and the Catholics were always participating in Lent or catechism, and everyone was always going on retreats and church activities.

My parents were atheist to the point of being anti-theist. My mom went to a Catholic school in Hong Kong where she grew up and I think she witnessed a lot of hypocrisy and insanity. She told me stories of friends giving their lives to Jesus and sees that as them essentially giving up on life altogether. She always warned me to be careful of being brainwash, the worst thing that someone could do to you was cause you to stop thinking for yourself. When I asked her about God, she told me I didn't need to believe in anything but myself.

As I got older, I went from being embarrassed to being proud of them, their accomplishments in life, their ability to thrive in a place that was unfamiliar and possibly hostile, their morals and values. It wasn't led by a religion or something they were told, it was through their experience and contemplation. I think spirituality and beliefs are extremely important, hopefully they come from you,and hopefully they help you feel safe, secure, and better about the world. Hopefully they make you happy.

Obviously, my parents aren't perfect but I'm grateful. They're still in Las Vegas and yeah, they're still pretty weird, in other ways.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I don't want to have a fashion blog anymore...

I was just whining to my boyfriend about how I don't know what to do. "I need you to talk to me," I said. "Ok, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, eyes focused on the painting he's working on. "I want to talk" I say it in such a way that makes me crack up two seconds later because it sounded so pathetic and self-obsessed, which I totally am, I guess. Wah.

The thing is, I have a really hard time making decisions. I've been thinking about starting a new blog for a couple of months now. I want to blog about personal opinions and life as opposed to fashion. Don't get me wrong, I love a well-designed jacket or a beautiful blouse as much as the next person, but I can't really wax poetic about them like other bloggers can. The thing is, I want to be a writer. That's my dream. My goal of goals. I want to write about general, broad and universal things about what it means to be alive and human and young and in love and confused and scared. I thought I had decided what to do when I found out about this awesome personal website platform Cargo Collective. All the templates were so pretty I was immediately smitten. Operation: Get a Cargo Collective Account ensued. Trouble was, they were invite-only or else you had to apply. I spent a large portion of my day writing my application. Then, I had the genius idea of just asking my friends on FB if anyone had one. Surely, someone out of the 500 or so friends I have should, right? Someone did (insert "but don't call me Shirley" joke) and I got my very own coveted Cargo Collective account.

I wrote this awesome post right away. I wanted a personal blog. My 'about me' literally says
My name is Nicki Wong. I'm a writer. This blog is where I give my wholly subjective completely personal opinions on life and other stuff.
But then, I started looking around and found that I could not find one single writer on that website. Most of the people on there were graphic designers or illustrators, amazing ones, btw, but not writers. I eventually found one writer. I looked at his posts, he seemed pretty legit, he even had a book published. But he had no comments. There was no social media cache to share any of his posts. (I looked it up and found out that option wasn't available yet. Then I did more research and found out that nobody on Cargo Collective has really any comments on their posts, they mainly serve as beautiful online portfolios). I wanted a blog that I would get feedback from. My favorite thing about blogging is the community, the little mini hub that's created from the ideas and sentiments shared. So, Cargo Collective started to not look like the best platform for me, as a writer.

Then, I thought, why don't I just get a Wordpress? Basically every online magazine I know is a wordpress. But then I got caught up in whether or not I wanted a or a I couldn't decide. To make matters worse, I remembered a friend mentioning Webhostingpad. I checked that out and wondered if I should do that or wordpress and was trying to figure out which was cheaper/better. By this time I was super frustrated and an ache had developed in my left shoulder that later turned into a gnawing pain that shot down my elbow and I just couldn't take it anymore.

So this leads me to here. I'm changing too fast to even keep up with myself. I'm super bored and even a little embarrassed by my old posts from my past life as a pseudo fashion blogger. I don't like my layout, it's definitely not as aesthetically inclined as Cargo, but for now, it'll do. I have a new pretty banner than Tim designed (Thanks babe!). I think I'll be happy here. I just need to stop trying to maximize, in other words, trying to find better than what I have (this will be another post in the future) because the grass is always greener.

Now, welcome to my new blog. I love you. Thanks for not leaving. Sorry if I disappointed you. Also, if you're totally bored because I'm not really going to post my outfits anymore, I apologize for that. It's just going to be boring old honest words now with maybe one or two pics. <333

Don't try to have a staring contest with me because I will totally win.