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Marriage = cha-ching!t

Saturday, February 12th, 2011

The original intent was to safeguard women from the evil men who left the woman penniless with a broken heart.  But what happens when the man is immutably kind-hearted, warm, gentle, loving, and generous, but accidentally got fooled into marrying a bad apple?  Convinced out of a prenuptial agreement, because he (surprise, surprise) trusted the woman?  So.. she becomes accustom to a certain lifestyle, especially if she’s lucky enough not to work.  Instead, she spends ample time at the neighborhood boutique and perhaps dalliances with very expensive acting classes.  Despite desperate pleads to spare his paycheck or find a constant hobby, she opts for the most lackadaisical lifestyle that suits her.

Then they divorce and she asks for everything, and being a girl, takes everything (in addition to what’s already been spent).  One person’s dream and hard work he worked hard for all his life is gone, just like *that*, at the request of the Court.  Simply because she requires the same lifestyle not before marriage, but during marriage and more.  And then the asking stops (hopefully) after all has been wrung dry (the only laundry she thoroughly cleaned).

There’s a name we attribute to that sort–worthless.  But I’m confident in the subsequent Karma the returns to bite you in the bottom no matter how you try to redeem thyself.  No amount of OLMS or incense will dissipate the memory of Retribution until one rights the wrong.

If you have children, if your husband cheated, if he committed an atrocity, then there lies a solid law to protect the woman.  Yet, gun laws protect law abiding citizens,  but who protects the good people from the bad apples who flip the bird to gun control?  Marriage laws (at least in California) easily feed greedy, selfish, manipulative, lazy people.

I think the justice system left one gaping loophole in the divorce law.  Who protects the kind man?

I’ll get into the abuse of “sexual harassment” laws later.

Ironically enough, I knew a successful business woman who didn’t get squat from a divorce when the ex-hus (who cheated repeatedly on her & they have kids) was smart enough to safeguard himself in the prenup.  Out of sheer trust, she neglected to thoroughly safeguard herself and to top the cherry off, owed him liquid assets instead.

I’m lucky to know more good men than bad men (believe me, there are some men who deserve to be left dry), but I’ve personally witnessed the kindest, most hard-working men, who after divorce, were left with empty pockets and despair.  The current divorce laws have only turned the tables.  We forget sometimes women are capable of cruelty and manipulation and selfishness too–not only a man’s talent.

I’m not passionate enough about this topic to attempt at a law degree to fill in the loopholes in the justice system.  It’s simply an opinion I’ve developed over the years.  That’s why I’m blogging and don’t intend (at the moment) to do anything about this one-of-many-injustices.  But perhaps if someone(s) felt compelled enough to arrange some changes, I’d fill in the bubble next to the viable revision to the current law on the ballot that comes in my mail every-so-often.  Until then, in the wise words of Mr. West, “WE WANT PRENUP!” A very well-written one at that.

But what I will do is continue my research on how to make the perfect dumpling and noodle, because perfecting these recipes means bringing ultimate happiness to many bellies, including mine.  My future omni contribution to the world.

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NYC: The things that went into my belly.

Friday, February 11th, 2011

Blue Ribbon Sushi in NYC. I can't get enough mushroom soup.

Blue Ribbon Sushi: sake/ikura, spicy salmon, salmon, kanpachi, and last but not least, UNI!!!!!!! so creamy. It's the best at Blue Ribbon Sushi

Alidoro: pinocchio. My favorite sandwich shop in NYC and complementary beverage

MOMOFUKU Ramen: it's OK... hard to like this ramen when you've been to tokyo

A sweet gift from my ninja's cousin. Magnolia's Bakery (FINALLY!!!) NYC

MOMOFUKU: pork bun was fantastic and fatty. but it’s not as good as mine 8)

Peter Lugers in Brooklyn. This is all you need to order from here. Bacon.

This is the famous beef, but it's OK. Maybe my palette has changed, but not into huge chunks of beef. Wagyu on the otherhand....

Peter Lugers: delicious happy ending

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Doodles

Sunday, February 6th, 2011

(i’m in the airplane right now, and my neighbor incessantly farts, and thus singeing the hairs off in my nostrils.  To top it off he can’t stop sniffling. ARGGGG 3 more hours!!!)

I’ve been doodling:

An Ear Turned Sideways

An Ear Turned Upright. This was particularly difficult because I had to employ perspective without ever learning it.

My stab at a man from a movie I never watched, but saw enough images of him to know that I wanted to draw him. (yes shame shame)

A patient model, he was. I still haven't finished it. There's a reason why I took this picture far away.




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C’est la Snickers

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011

PET PEEVE:
STUCK CANDY IN THE VENDING MACHINE

I’ve resigned to the fact that I will never get my snickers bar out the initial try from my art school’s vending machine.  The first time my Snickers bar got stuck (above), I had to buy 2 to get the first one out.  I reluctantly, oh-so-reluctantly had to eat 2 Snicker bars.

I was so hungry today before my class, so I got a snickers bar from the vending machine, only to find it stuck again.  I didn’t find a need to take a photo, since it would have been identical to the first one above.  So the school’s administrator took a measuring tape and tapped the candy down.  But I found the candy unwrapped.


I asked for help once again, so she returned with nickels and dimes.  Only, she was short 10 cents.  She found 10 cents then returned to her office.  I dropped the last dime in the vending machine (already 15 minutes late to class) and surprise surprise, my candy bar got stuck.  The lady came back with her measuring tape and once again, knocked the candy bar down and then Hallelujah, wrapper wrapped.

And now I’m responsible for the new sign on the vending machine that states, “DO NOT BUY SNICKERS BAR.”

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I will try very hard not to make fun of people anymore.  It’s that darn karma thingy, yah know?  The other day, I was cracking a lot of jokes about my stingy friend.  Then the following day, for some reason, I blanked out during dinner and pulled a stingy move that royally embarrassed meself when I realized what I had done after everyone had went home.

I was supposed to treat my friend, but another guest ended up paying for her instead.  My excuse?  I haven’t been home for awhile, so I haven’t gotten in the groove of hosting in my hometown just yet.

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OK I sleep. Long day ahead.  Please Melrose Night go well, please no more last minute issues, please please.  I have a bad feeling something will go wrong again.

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At the end of the day, when all is screamed and tarnished, I will always love my family and friends, not to mention my beautiful life.  SWEET DREAMS LOVELY WORLD!

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