Happy Fat

Everyone gets it. When and how.. it's hard to tell. It usually happens when you first get into a relationship. You find someone who adores you as much as you adore them. Now you find yourself spending all your free time with this person... and what are you mostly doing with this person? Eating. You eat because eating makes you happy, and if you're already happy, what do you do? You go out to eat to celebrate your happiness. Fast forward a few months and you're staring in the mirror at a happier, but rounder version of yourself. How do I know all this? Well, fuck cuz it happened to me.

Everytime I get into a new relationship that's actually meaningful I let a few belt notches go and treat myself to a bit of food heaven. Then, I start taking pictures to document my happiness. The trouble starts when on a lone and random Saturday night I decided to look back at old pictures of myself from a couple of years ago. Shit. I actually gained weight since I was 20 years old. Sure it's been 3 years give or take, but to noticeably gain weight since then depresses the fuck out of me. I've been giving it a lot of thought and I'm disappointed in myself. I made a resolution about 6 months ago to lose weight and be healthier. I am much healthier than I was 3 years ago, but I'm definitely not as active as I used to be. Ironically, even though I have a gym membership and all.. when I was in school I was constantly running around from class to class and walking to shuttle/bus stops everyday. Now, I sit on my ass for 8 hours and I get up to walk about 50 feet maybe twice a day to get water or pee. What the fuck.

I don't want to be the girl that gained weight. No one is ever happy with their "happy fat".

i'm a Princess! Duh.

Last weekend was seriously the BEST birthday weekend I've ever had in a long time. It definitely topped the list of my "Top 5 Birthdays.. so far" I'll list the birthdays at the end of this entry. Anyways, I'm officially 23 years old, and even if I act like a 16 year old sometimes.. maybe even a 12 year old; I definitely feel like a 23 year old going through the usual ups and downs of my early twenties. The celebration started Monday evening with a "line dinner" that ended up being just Kelvin and Helena, who are one of the dearest people to me, at Yoshi Sushi in Mira Mesa. Thursday was PB night! To make this short: I was completely wasted. And it was awesome.
Friday was Sun God Festival at UCSD, but I'm kind of old for that now.. so I went to work and I got off 2 hours earlier. My best friends and I had dinner at Greystone Steakhouse in downtown San Diego. The food was excellent and the portions were just right, even the guys were full! Dessert was this ginormous red velvet cupcake with cheesecake filling and icing. If I didn't feel like a princess before.. I definitely did after I saw my birthday cake :) My only gripe: I wish my filet of Chilean Sea Bass was just a tad bit bigger since everyone else's meals were huge in comparison to mine haha.

Saturday was Disneyland!! So, I don't usually do this.. but I shared a part of my birthday weekend glory with Shane since it was his first time at the theme park. Way crowded and tiring, but we were able to check out some of the rides at California Adventure Park, too. Staked out our bench for the fireworks show for 2 hours. Afterwards, we were such retards we couldn't find our car in the parking lot so we killed 2 hours by watching "Star Trek." On Sunday, we woke up early to hang out with our friend, Tyrelle, before he left California for good. After dropping him off at the airport, it was BBQ Time at Stella's apartment. I didn't get a gnarly sunburn like I did on Saturday! But goddamn I was gluttonous.. unfortunately I had to pull the bulimia card and barf some stuff up cuz it was bad.

To sum it up, it was a truly wonderful birthday and it exceeded any expectations I could've had about turning 23 years old <3. style="font-size:130%;">

Top 5 Birthdays... so far:
1. 23 years old: a weekend with those nearest and dearest to my heart
2. 21 years old: getting shitfaced and being unoriginal by going to VEGAS!
3. 18 years old: my parents, being the strictest and most anti-social parents I know, threw me a surprise birthday party with all my friends there. I actually cried.
4. 13 years old: I WENT TO FUCKIN DISNEYLAND FOR FREE. And I got an N64. Holla.
5. 8 years old: I had balloons and my aunt got me a "skip-it".. this is a "Skip-It".. many of you might not remember it, but I wanted one so bad.

P.S. I'm upset that I had to share my glory with the Sun God.. a fuckin statue. The Sun God stole my thunder.

WHOA... Buu Had a Xanga?

Yeah. It's my old blog containing 96% of my college year entries. I might've made a LOT of the older entries private by now. Well, the only reason why I made them private was because I was a silly 18 year old girl blogging about the STUPIDEST SHIT ever. Even I'M embarrassed by what I wrote and how I wrote them. Anyways... here's the link to my xanga journal if anyone's interested in that: http://metaphoar.xanga.com

Going back.. I noticed a difference in my writing style.

It's OK To Be Poor!

*image from PostSecrets.com

I do the same thing. I know I should be more responsible and definitely budget my spending like a mature adult... but I only look at my online account 1-2 times a month. It all started when my credit card statement starting growing past the $600 mark. It wasn't until I graduated and my financial aid was cut off that I really became aware and scared of the situation I was putting myself in. More than once has my checking account dipped into the double digits and I had to ask my friends and roommates to wait a couple more days before I could pay them back. I'm still waiting to save up enough money to pay back all my debts, and this doesn't even include the money I owe in loans and credit cards. I am barely keeping my head above the surface and surviving. It's tough.. I'm not going to sugar coat that one.

What keeps me sane in all this financial craziness is knowing I got a great support system, and realizing not everyone graduates and lands their dream jobs right away. Countless people who are now high-powered execs or successful whatevers, had to endure taking on different odd jobs to make money before realizing what they wanted to do with their life. This is normal; well, normal to everyone who isn't Asian American. Growing up my parents told me hard work meant great rewards later on. There was only one goal I needed to attain at the end of my 16-17 years of schooling and that was a high-paying job which gave me respect and recognition just by hearing the title of my occupation. Imagine my disappointment.. no, wait.. imagine my PARENT'S disappointment when that obviously didn't happen last year and oh wait... this year, too.

So for all those going through a difficult time or taking on an unconventional path: you are not alone and there's nothing wrong with what you're doing. Unless it's porn. I've thought about starring in an Asian fetish once......... my name would've been Suki Maitai.

Things That I Really Like At The Moment

Instead of being creative, I'm just going to run off a bunch of shit I think is awesome and have no relation to each other than the fact that I like them. Fuck themes and categories.

Things that I really like at the moment:
1. Sprinkles Cupcakes. When I die I want to be buried with a Red Velvet, Black and White, and Chocolate Marshmallow cupcake please.
2. How we completely skipped the season spring, and went straight to summer for a few days. I FUCKIN HATE THIS GLOBAL WARMING SHIT. Global warming is a douchebag.
3. That people assume I'm like this innocent and sweet girl until I open my mouth and tell them Kelvin's baby joke. "What do you do after licking bald pussy? You put the diaper back on!" LOL x trillion.
4. Remember when everyone and their 3rd cousin removed was complaining about the "new Facebook"? Yeah... all those assholes are the same ones shittting all over my computer screen with their stupid multiple status changes.
5. Yesterday was National Star Wars Day, May 4th. MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.
6. How my boyfriend tells me all the time "you are fucking stupid" and deep down I know he really means "you are so fucking awesome. I never want to leave your side"
7. The ability to transform into a giggling 16 year old when I'm around my best friends.
8. We are officially into the MONTH OF MAY. aka THE MONTH OF FUN but better known as THE MONTH OF BUU. Every year I vow to get shittyfaced every weekend of this month. I mean.. really.. the two best holiday weekends exist in May: My birthday (and for you UCSD kids, SunGod Festival weekend. My birthday ALWAYS falls on SunGod weekend) and Memorial Day weekend. One of the best 3 day weekends ever to be created. It's like the final kissoff to spring before summer starts.

Oh Fuck.

Yeah. That's what I always say before I down my first shot of "4 Horsemen". Without fail, something interesting is bound to happen after that first magical shot is taken. I can guarantee you that my day or night NEVER ends without something worth Facebooking about the next day. What? You've never heard of the "4 Horsemen"??

4 Horsemen Shot: a little bit of each... Johnny Walker, Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo. It's a twist on the 3 Wisemen. These guys always know how to party and I'm proud to say they're my best friends. Let's recount some highlights after taking this lovely lil shot....

1. Dragging my friend away from some uglyass Persian dudes and then later on having to drive her car home and pulling over every 3 min to let her puke.
2. Answering the phone at work and attempting to not slur the greeting "Tash..send..they Gaalllurr-yy?"
3. Trying to coax a grown 23 year old man out of my car without getting punched in the face.

So this brings me to my next thought: What's your drink/shot? Mine used to be Long Island Ice Teas... til they became my frienemy. I always wake up without pants on when I consume that one. Odd....

Oh Hello

I haven't blogged in what seems like forever. Or maybe just since last week. The problem is.. I come up with the most inspiring topics to discuss while I'm showering or driving to and from work. And of course there's never pen and paper around to jot my ideas down. Also, I like to blog while at work and my internet at work's been shit-tay.

Megan Fox is hot. I want to be like her SO BAD. I stood in front of a mirror for like 35 minutes and I've come to the conclusion that.... I CAN'T BE MEGAN FOX. Here's why:

1. Have you seen her body? Have you seen mine? Besides the obvious height difference... everything about her is sexy. Even her arm pits.
2. Her name is MEGAN FOX. My name is BUU HUYNH. Yeah. Thanks mom.

Anyways, the point is I need to remember that females like Ms. Fox exist to make me feel like shit about myself. Which is why men invented gyms for women like me.