December 2014 Challenge

I started with the 10-day Blog Challenge (which really took me 12 days–oops!) and I think I did good–not awesome. I still had my lazy days and wrote a bunch of words to form (barely) coherent sentences. And had stupid-ass excuses such as: I don’t like the question for the day.

I also mentioned that after the 10-day challenge, I will be doing the 30-Day Blog challenge by December (BUT THERE ARE 31 days). And because I’m a bit impulsive, I went ahead and opened my mouth (more like type) that I will also accomplish the Photo-a-Day Challenge by Fat Mum Slim.

If you want to join in, please do.

For the FMS Photo a Day, you can post it in Instagram. I will post mine in Instagram and Tumblr with the hashtag #fmsphotoaday (FMS means Fat Mum Slim, the creator of this challenge). I have to confess, I have TRIED and FAILED before. I just hope I get to finish this challenge this time around.

The 31-Day Blog Challenge questions/topics I got online from several sources. I basically put several topics in excel and then randomized it. I think it’s pure luck that the first question is “Your goals for the next 30 days”. I’m happy with the list.

Tomorrow is D-Day. See you!




10-Day Blog Challenge: Day 10


Which goes… ONE confession.

I do not love my father. I also do not hate him. For me, he is a stranger. But he wasn’t always a stranger.  Though I didn’t grow up with him around ALL THE TIME, he WAS (emphasis on it being the PAST) my childhood hero. He used to work overseas (apparently, right now he lives in Kuwait) and out of the 12 months in a year, he was home for 2. I always looked forward to those 2 months. Communication was hard during those years–early 80’s to the late 90’s. There was no Skype or Viber. If you wanted to communicate–you wrote and you send it via the post office (which takes a few weeks).

I get it. Some marriages fail (mine certainly did). But does that mean that if your marriage goes down the drain, your WHOLE family fails too? When my father left my mom–he left US (his kids) as well. There was no talk of “This is not working, we need to part ways” with my mom. And there was no talk about how they were separating and we should not worry because we still had both parents–though separated. He just left.

He was my hero for the first 16 years of my life and I am grateful for his support during those years (thank you, in case you are reading this). I saw him last when I was 16–a freshman in college. After that, I found out WHO HE TRULY WAS (I don’t know about now, but I don’t give a shit). There was anger. Lots of it. But after several years (right now I’m 31 years old), the anger disappeared and there was just indifference.

Have I forgiven him for leaving us? Yes. Will I accept him back in my life (hypothetical question!)? Why? He made his choice by marrying his mistress (by using a fake death certificate–yup! He killed my mom–in paper). He lived with that choice for several years. For sure he will live with that choice until he dies. But I do wish him the best in life–same wish I would say to any other person.

So there–my confession. I neither love nor hate my father (I can’t call him Dad–not anymore).

Do you think I’m too mean? That was not my intention–truly. This was a conversation I had with my sister a few months back–about us being indifferent. Somehow, I am relieved that I am no longer angry.

TANDANDAAAAAAN! Done with the 10-Day Blog Challenge!!! Fuck! That was like the longest 10 (12) days of my blogging life! Not that I didn’t want to blog. It’s just the questions for some days were just ____!

By December 1, I start with the 30-Day Blog Challenge (or was it 31?).

10-Day Blog Challenge: Day 9

I just realized that I’m delayed by 2 days. Why? Because my laptop’s clock is set to Pacific Time. My shift truly confuses me at times.

Day NINE!!!! Two smileys that describe your life right now.

My life right now is FULL OF LICKS. And I’m not even kidding. We are currently pug-sitting Kelly. She’s a fawn pug.

She follows me everywhere and licks me non stop. If I hide under the sheets, she will force her way. Even while I’m working, I’m getting licks on my leg.

It’s actually pretty sweet (and sticky). Seems like she lacks affection and my family and I are here to give her just that.

Aside from humans, she now has four-legged playmates to keep her company 24/7. Don’t include the cat yet. He’s still unsure about Kelly.

Here’s a picture of Kelly doing what she does best–licking me and being pretty. Please excuse my leg and the camera flash.

Must. Lick. Human.
I’m a happy baby!








Yup. Because I am hungry–every single time. slurp!