Happy Father's Day

An Open Letter To My Dad

Dear Dad,

Seems just like yesterday I was pondering the terrible thought of never being able to put my hair in a perfectly slicked ponytail, due to you always being the one to do it. When did the spider hiding in the corner suddenly become less terrifying without you being the one to save the day, smashing it with your shoe? I always wondered when I grew up if life would make more sense. Honestly, it just gets more confusing as the years continue. Although the one thing that never changes is you, my rock.

You’ve taught me that discipline, hard work, and “rubbing some dirt in it” when times get rough are how to make it out of this crazy world still standing. But you have also taught me that eating that extra spoonful of ice cream, leaning on a shoulder when life knocks you down, and taking a day just for yourself is essential for your sanity.

Whenever there is heartbreak with that boy who seemed so different, but essentially turned out to be just like the rest, you always make everything seem okay, even if it’s just for a moment. Simply intimidating the boy who walks through your front door so he truly knows who he has to deal with if he even thinks about breaking my fragile heart. Sometimes it seems as though love will be impossible to find due to the fact no man compares to your self worth. But when this love is found someday, you will be right there by my side to walk me down the aisle. I know you never have enjoyed dancing in public (or in general), but you bet we will be dancing to our favorite Heartland song, "I Loved Her First."

I will always be your number one fan. You’re my biggest supporter who never seems to get the credit you truly deserve. I know I haven’t been the perfect daughter at times, and have probably said some things that I don’t mean during an argument… I guess my short temper is something I get from my old man.

The point is that no matter how much older I get, or how many miles separate us, someday, when I have a grown-up job, nothing will replace our relationship. You were the most important man in my life the day I was born, and will be the most important until the day I die. I hope you never forget that.

Love you to the moon and back,

Your forevermore little girl.

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How To Understand Women, According To A 12-Year-Old Boy

Women: can’t live with ‘em, can’t live with ‘em.

When dealing with women, it is sometimes very difficult for the average male to understand exactly what they want. Sure,Mel Gibson gave us a bit of a glimpse, but how can any guy truly understand what women want?

Good thing for us guys, there’s a 12-year-old boy who has the answer.

Genius. Pure genius. It all makes sense now.

Kid’s got a bright future!

H/T: Distractify

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Ultimate Sacrifice: Teenage Boy In China Kills Himself So Family Can Afford Older Brother’s Kidney Transplant

A Chinese teenager who killed himself so his parents could afford to save his older brother from dying has become a hero as the surviving sibling is now on the road to recovery.

China Daily reports that brothers Honghui (20) and Hongato (18) were diagnosed with Uremia, a symptom of kidney malfunction, within months of each other in 2010.

Unable to afford treatments for both children, parents Chuanyou and wife Zheng Tingxia sold almost everything they owned to pay for two matching kidneys needed to save the boys.

Time was running out and the search for a donor had yielded nothing, so Hongtao locked himself in his room and drank pesticide, dying a painful, slow death.

His body was found beside a heart-wrenching note that read:

“Brother, when you are cured, please tell me and it will be enough for me.”

Both brothers were at the top of their academic classes and the family had just gotten a new house when disaster struck in the summer of 2010.

Just as the family was coming to terms with Honghui’s life hanging in the hands of a kidney donor, Hongato was diagnosed with the exact same condition.

The family was forced to sell their new home as the boys’ father traveled all across China to various medical institutes to seek two matching kidneys.

Teachers and friends of the boys managed to raise another $16,000 for further treatment, but it was not enough.

The parents resorted to begging on the street to keep their children alive.

Hongato couldn’t bear to see his parents begging for money to save him so he wrote a short note and drank pesticide.

“Having both of us is ruining you,” the note read.

“I hope now that you will be able to concentrate on my brother and save his life. When he survives as I know he will, I simply want him to say to me I made it, and I will be content.”

His noble decision made headlines across the country and donations began flooding in.

After a two year search, a match for the surviving brother was found at the end of last year.

Now 23, Hongui has successfully undergone a kidney transplant and will make a full recovery, China Daily reports.

But father Gao Chuanyou (44) still has mixed emotions about what has become of his sons.

He reportedly told local media:

“I wonder perhaps how we can afford to be happy with Gao Hongtao, but we will take it one step at a time.”

Via: China Daily, Top Photo Credit: Getty Images

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Why I Want My Kids To Smoke Weed

Taboos are not easily shed. To many people, hoping that your kids smoke weed is as twisted and disconcerting as damning your unborn child to hell. It has a malicious and juvenile ring to it, sliding off the tongue, dripping in innuendos and scathing connotations, the way a curse comes out the first time a 12-year-old gets feisty enough to fire it.

Contrary to the uneasy 12-year-old, this declaration isn’t made in malice, foolery or for attention. It’s a simple statement, one said in passing only to think about more seriously in the confines of my apartment. Do I actually hope my kids will smoke weed? In the same way I hope they will do well in school and eat their vegetables? In the way I hope they will be free thinkers and appreciate Woody Allen films?

In the way I hope they’ll like books and black olives? While I do not hope my children would ever be smoking pot at the same time I’m trying to get them to eat their vegetables, I have concluded that I hope when every other kid starts legally drinking at 21, my kids take up the reefer, instead. 

Let me be clear that I do not hope my kids are just going to smoke weed all day and be potheads, but am rather advocating that if they are going to indulge in any type of illicit activity that seems to come with adulthood (like having wine with dinner), it’s towards the side of marijuana, and not booze.

Unlike alcohol, I hope my children experience the effects of weed, letting it open their minds, permanently affecting them. I hope they save their money for dime bags and grinders, learning how to get by on just res hits and spliffs.

Then I hope they read books and listen to music. I hope they paint and go to museums and DVR “The Cosby Show.” I hope they come to dinner a little stoned and think my mashed potatoes are pillowy clouds of love. I hope they think about religion and history. I hope they try new foods and listen to Etta James records. I hope they rent “Casablanca” and think about becoming writers. I hope they fall in love with everything around them, never missing a moment or passing an opportunity, including never passing up a hit.

Smoking weed won’t be about getting loaded, but seeing the world differently, tuning in to the real facets of life. It won’t be about lying on the couch all afternoon, eating chips and watching trashy TV (even though it should be allowed every once in a while). It will be about trying to cook and coming up with a new recipe for tuna salad. They will think about their relationships, God and the scope of the universe. They will think about life, death and what it means to be a good person, because that will become important in the times of self-evaluation and actualization, which only a joint can bring.

They will be better people for it. They will hold themselves to a different standard than their peers at the American whiskey bar. They will stay away from toilet bowls and hospitals and nod politely, yet cringe inside, when their coworkers tell them of the bits and pieces they vaguely remember of their nights out. They will shy away from those lofty mistakes only liquor can bring and the beer guts that other women’s sons will incur.

They will welcome change. Their minds will be open to new ideas and far off theories. They will welcome adversity, embracing it for everything that’s worthwhile about the different, the unknown. Their world will be fuller, more colorful and more interesting than anyone else’s. They will see what other people don’t, and appreciate what the masses fail to comprehend.

They won’t waste their money on cheap tricks to numb the pains of life. They won’t try to distract themselves with bar crawls and petty theft. They won’t get belligerent in an attempt to escape their own minds and they won’t wander into dark alleyways to find company. They won’t have to throw up on their shirts to remove themselves from reality. They will explore the answers, the truths, the realities we don’t want to face. They will find solutions, not distractions. They will become thinkers and philosophers rather than drunkards and fools.

It’s okay if my kids aren’t the smartest in their class or the prettiest of the group. It’s okay if they never win a medal or run a marathon. It’s okay if they never eat brussels sprouts, or if they dream of becoming taxi drivers. Their lives are their own and there is only so much I can do to raise my kids the right way. The only things I will secretly hope and pray for is that they will be happy, healthy — and smoke the ganja.

Photo credit: The Breakfast Club

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSHUA

Hi little brother happy 13th birthday and I wish you all the best. Even though you are stubborn and you won't listen to me at times I know you have a pure and loving soul. You are not the sweet type of brother but I know also deep down inside you care. I am always here for you, to guide you and protect you. You are growing up too fast but you are still small. Before I am the only girl who follows you around but now I have no idea, right? Always take care of yourself and please eat vegetables. Sooner or later you'll become a walking hotdog or spam. I feel like old when I am typing this and I don't wanna get too cheesy.

I LOVE YOU

xx

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This Family’s Viral Christmas Card Makes Your Family Look Lame (Video)

I love my family, but I kind of want to be part of this one…Somehow this family managed to make their viral Christmas card far from corny, setting their holiday music video to Will Smith‘s “Miami,” (remember when Will Smith used to sing?) and it’s off the hook (are we still saying that?). Besides the fact that their kids are really cute, the parents are definitely MILF and DILF status, and the dad has got some serious lyrical skill. If only everyone you knew would stop posing on the beach in all white turtlenecks and make something we actually care to look at this holiday season.

H/T: Huffington Post

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The 10 Lessons I Learned From My Parents’ Divorce

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to spend a day in prison with rival gangs? You know, just you, the Bloods and the Crips all hanging out deciding what to eat for dinner.

Well, I have never been to prison but my parents are divorced and still live in the same house together. When I visit them, I imagine it to be a lot like being in prison…with a lot less sex.

Regardless of living situation, being front row for your parents’ divorce is enough to misconstrue your view of love and life forever, no matter what your age. I put together a list of 10 things I have learned from my own parents’ divorce to help prepare anyone who might be going through the same unfortunate fate.

These are lessons of love and life, to avoid making the same mistakes my parents have and maybe yours, too.

1. Ladies, stop expecting so much.

There is no such thing as the perfect gentleman. What you see in a Ryan Gosling movie is entirely fiction – sorry to be the one to break it to you. There are good men, but they are not going to drop everything to cater to your every calling. Do not be needy. As humans, we are flawed. Your loved one will make mistakes and so will you.

*For the guys that believe I am wrong, stop lying to yourself. If you had a chance to go chill with your friends over seeing a ballet with your menstruating lady, you’d choose your friends every time.

2. Gentlemen, ditch the player mentality.

When you’re committed, there is no need to have a harem of women, or “stable of b*tches” for my confused pimps out there. There is no bottom b*tch, or main piece, either. Remember, you saw something in your partner that separated her from the rest of them for a purpose. Why give that up? Let’s be adults.

3. Never, ever, go to bed angry.

You never want to let an argument extend too long. Let’s be honest, when women are angry, they take small ninja-like jabs at their significant other. Men just explode and say offensive sh*t without thinking. When you go to bed angry, you give your argument eight hours to elevate. Talk it out, or talk it down before the next day begins on the wrong foot.

4. Children are the most dangerous weapons.

Parents will use every resource to prove which is better, including using the kids as nuclear warfare. If you are a child in the middle of a divorce, DO NOT choose sides. Who cares if your mother can buy you everything and your dad slept with his assistant. Life is short. Be grateful that the both of them are in your life.

5. Social media is the devil.

Ten years ago when there was a divorce, you didn’t know about it unless the couple told you, or the big mouth in the neighborhood told you. In 2013, idiots post every detail of their divorce on Facebook and Twitter even before the divorce papers are signed. When it comes to airing your dirty laundry or asking people to help solve your problems, stay away from social media. The likes you get are actually from people who think it’s hilarious that you’re humiliating yourself for the public to see.

6. No one controls anyone.

To go along with the 2013 trend, the human race has been progressing with equality. While it is easy to monitor your significant other via electronics, let’s not forget that everyone has a right to privacy and the freedom of choice.

7. Fresh perspectives
 are enlightening.

Go on a spur-of-the-moment road trip, or walk in the door and take your pants off for a round or two. Do something RANDOM. If the object of a relationship is to have a partner that is your best friend, then shouldn’t you want to do fun things together?

8. Keep your hobbies.

When it comes to a marriage, you’re essentially “stuck” with that person. You wake up together, have every meal with together, and even poop while in the bathroom together. Keep your individuality with alone time and time spent with friends. You never want to get tired of your partner so keeping those other friendships alive allows you both to continue to be the same person you each fell in love with in the first place.

9. Honesty is key.

It is one thing to be able to talk to your significant other; it is another to be honest. Make all communication honest. Tell each other how you really feel about things; debates are okay and actually quite healthy! By continuing to challenge each other, yet remaining honest, you are able to understand your partner better as you grow together.

10. Love and respect!

In the grand scheme of it all, this is actually quite simple. My parents failed to keep the love and respect for one another. If you just love one another unconditionally and respect each other’s decisions, everything else comes as second nature. Too many people rush love with lust and disregard building respect.

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Baby Nico wearing his red cap! It's a first

Took advantage of this opportunity and stole couple of shots, cause he's wearing a cap. He hates cap cause he doesn't want something on his head, he gets easily irritated. But I tried putting it and he didn't actually notice cause he is busy playing with his toy.  He is chilling on his jumperoo. just too cute. You can see him holding it on the pictures. By the way he is my nephew and he's 10 months old. His name is Nico Antonio. This is not the first time I blog about him. He was my model back then. Check my older posts. HE IS MY FAVORITE. He can make you laugh when you are down. He's one of my stress reliever, you know in school and stuffs.

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