I have found as I age, that beauty rears its head in strange places. The photo below was taken while on a double date at a fusion Japanese BBQ place. It stood out to me on the wall, and I found myself entranced.
A flower on painted concrete
This one satisfies so many things for me. My strange checklist of needing to have things feel symmetrical, just and right. It’s also super neat and very appealing to me:
The next you’re out and about, take some time to stop and smell the plastic flowers. You may like what you find.
I’m a pretty spiritual person. So I’d like to think that all of the advancements in medical technology are divinely inspired. I can not begin to STRESS how luck I am.
Enter July 28th, a balmy New York Sunday. I’d had on a pretty denim dress and white cotton top from the GAP. I was chatting amicably with my beau when before I knew it, my vision began to swim. It felt so hot that I began to have trouble breathing. I felt like someone was sitting on my chest, then I couldn’t sit up anymore. I gasped for breath as I slumped over. My darling, let’s call him Ursa, began to panic. He was asking me questions, shaking me trying to get me to answer, because apparently I wasn’t.
Later, I found I had been slurring my speech and just wheezing like a beached guppy. It wasn’t a good situation. He managed to get me into an Uber, thinking that perhaps it was too hot for me ( my asthma flares up terribly in the summer). He got me to use my emergency inhaler and sta me up. The Uber pulled up and he lifted me in, looking like the biggest kidnapper in Midtown on Sunday night lol. I even heard a woman asking suspiciously if ‘everything was alright”.
That was pretty much the last thing I heard. I woke up in the lobby of the ER, to a nurse thumping me in the chest and telling me not to fall asleep. They kept asking my me my name, what day it was and if I knew where I was? I answered each time and was only met with furrowed brows. I heard the phrases ‘syncope’ and ‘altered mental state’ tossed around.
I was scared, and FREEZING cold but my head was on fire. I went out again…
When I came to again I was surrounded by no less than 8 medical personnel, two fo them with blazing red lipstick. I focused on the lipstick, watching their lips move and the sounds melt into each other. It was a Peanuts moment, I didnt understand anything anyone was saying. Frantically I searched for Ursa. He was right beside me, his lips moving too. Then, suddenly as if emerging from a pool of water, muted sounds transformed into booming voices. The machinery was no kinder to me, it myriad of beeping, whirring and automated sounds were painful.
An MRI was ordered…
I had been speaking Chinese, Spanish, Japanese, English and straight up gibberish. THAT was why no one would nod whenever I answered their questions. I had been answering all along, but it was in other languages and I had no idea. They kept me overnight and ran a series of other tests on me. An electroencephalogram, cardiac tests, the works. I wanted to faint just thinking about how much it would cost me. I have insurance, but America is greedy. And in the heart of the Big Apple, I was terrified lol…
But my Ursa held my hand, stayed overnight and visited as often as possible. All hell broke loose when my Paramedic older brother showed up, the tension in the room was palpable. When they came back with the results, I was glad I was already sitting.
I think I love food more than people. Today’s treat was late night Asian BBQ
Slow burning coals of lovve
Bruce Lee said that Love should be like slow burning coals, a passion that builds over time and can sustain a relationship. This is how I feel about food.
So I’ve noticed a trend among my friends of various Eastern Asian backgrounds. It appears some of them gravitate towards specific apps. For example, most of my Chinese friends use WeChat or WeiXin (微信）.
My Japanese friends tend to use Line
And my Korean friends use KaoKao talk and What’s App.
I wonder if the divide or preference has to do with the region the app was created in, but as far as I know LINE is a Korean app, but is mostly used by Japanese people. *Shrugs* lol, just a thing I’m wondering about.
So I have a weird quirk where I don’t like sitting in restaurant store windows. (See above picture). I’ve been told sitting there brings in more customers and makes the place look desirable. But I’m a people-watcher, and I don’t like (knowing that) I’m being watched back. When I’m eating I feel as if I’m sitting behind double sided glass, I can see out but no one can see in. I don’t know where I got this notion lol, but it stuck.
Recently I was forced to sit in the window due to lack of space at one of my favorite haunts in Koreatown (Woorijip on 32nd), and boy were people all up IN MA PLATE! Now I get what’s it liked lol. Will I stop people watching? Nope. But you won’t catch me eating in storefronts anymore either.
(Wearing my Kurly Klips btw, My Fro collection. Burgundy gloss: “Posh” by Julep)
Was on YouTube watching hair makeup tutorials etc and came across some bleaching controversy. Lol one person said “lighter brown skin is not a darker shade of white.”
Lol that got me thinking. The Tyra episode Bleaching for Beauty showed a woman who bleached her little boys for whatever reason lol.
My question is, even if you ‘hide’ or bleach your real skin color and fool everyone for life, when you reproduce, your genes still carry the coding for darker skin. So what’s the point?
Is it a secret infiltration of white people? Look lighter, fool people, snag a light and/or white partner, reproduce then… OMG whose baby is that?
You might be accepted or whatever in your lifetime, but what about your kids? Gonna bleach em’ in the womb?
Smh I don’t see the point in it at all.
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