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Name: Beefa
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 10/20/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Dancing, Travelling, sidewalk cafe in the sun, carnivals, photography, arts and crafts
Expertise: I have a very keen sense of smelling
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/2/2003
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| New York Summer 07
Piggies time
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| Hello World
Have been sucked in the working world ... dealing with politics among managers and coworkers... so tiring... my whole body is literally aching, coz I have been working 10 11 days strict without a break for the past month... and in order to break this pattern, i have to rest even less and go around more to look for a better place. Finally put in two weeks, the non-stop being-called-in and working shitty shifts and making less than $10 is gonna come to an end. It seems like everyone has been making more than me even though Im more senior. And it seems like I have learnt everything I can here... time to move on.
Changing Closet
You cannot imagine how many garment items that one can have accumulated that do not even belong to one's style throughout the year. Im trying to slowing switch things out... and seriously, NYC is the best place to build up an impeccable closet!
Emotional Life
I am shocked to come to this realization -- I like bad boys!!!! Not bad boys who are ass holes to their gfs, but bad boys who used to steal, deal drugs and party a lot when they are teenagers, bad boys who were once rebellious but now are mature enough to know what they are doing, bad boys who are very street smart (or smart in general). Smart kids are sooooo attractive to me. Oh yes and bad boys are usually confident too. Oh so charismatic.
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| $$$
And need a job for work visa.
Dreams
This morning I woke up to a phone call, and right before I woke up I was making this dream. Alice, Susan and me were eating in a small artsy/hippy Japanese fusion restaurant in the East Village. THe decor is very Stone-Agelesque, with wood furniture, stone walls, dim candles and no light. The entrance was ground level and as we stepped in the restaurant slope downwards on gentel, giant flat steps. Each step can hold an individual dining table. I arrived late as usual (I know, it;s a stressful thing to be always late.....it haunts me in my dreams...!). Susan got the Tilapia dish that was FLAT OUT AMAZING. I got the salmon dish that was overcooked, my jaws were soo tired from chewing it. So I asked the server to come over, and I told her it's overcooked, and that as a server she should have asked me for temperature of the dish (coz I just think I am SO professional to teach servers at other establishments huh). She bowed and bowed and then came back to tell me she would like to offer me a dessert, but it has to be $4 or less. And on the menu there was NOTHING but one scoop of vanilla ice cream is $4. Even chocolate ice-cream was priced higher at $5!!! I wsa thinking, fucking cheap japanese bastard, charging me $21 for overcooked salmon and only give me A scoop of ice cream? Yah I always have this mentality that japanese are cheap. I remember this one sushi placed told me I have to pay $1 for extra unagi sauce even though they only put a thin line of saue on my roll! And then we went to a parking structure and tried to fill a device with ice tea... it was to like wash down something or to operate something that has to do with cars or the parking structure. Didnt finish my dream coz of that phone call! But the first thing I did was to tell the person on the line about my dream... becoz I verbally repeated right after I woke up, now I can recall the first part in such details. I'm so happy =D
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| Oh missing someone I like is SOOOOO HARD.
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