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Name: Mina
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Ventura
Birthday: 7/7/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: The paranormal, mysteries, psychology, people, dreams, art, music, piano, clouds, trees, books, magic, ducks, stenography, martial arts, photography, interior design...
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| SUPERSTITIOUS?So today is Friday the 13th, and there are those superstitious people who believe that the number 13 is ominous while others see it as just another number. The only reason I could think of for someone to believe that 13 is an unlucky number is that they might have had a bad experience on Friday the 13th in the past. But that could have been just a coincidence, right? Well, whatever the reason, I have always thought that black cats, walking under a ladder, the number 13, etc. were all stories made up by people just for fun, like the horror movies of Jason or Freddie Cougar, but nothing serious. However, I realized the gravity of that particular superstition that I am talking about while volunteering at the Community Memorial Hospital's Emergency Room. The last bed in the ER was #15 yet there were only 14 beds. There was no bed #13. I can see how nobody would want to stay in a bed #13, especially in an emergency room, but as I mentioned earlier, I didn't know it was that serious!
I wonder what would happen if someone from another country refused to stay in bed #4 because where they were from, it was unlucky. For example, in Korea and other Asian countries the number 4 represents death. Therefore, it isn't uncommon to find a building in Korea missing the fourth floor. It would skip from the third floor to the fifth floor. The number 13 is meaningless over there. I think it's interesting how the superstitions and beliefs are similar and/or different in countries around the world. Any interesting superstitions you know of, feel free to share!
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| BAD HAIR DAYI've been wanting a haircut for months but have been continuously putting it off. I finally made an appointment and went in on Monday, and let me tell you, I wish I had never gone! From the very beginning when the lady was shampooing my hair, my instincts were telling me that she was new. She also had some nasty cuts on her fingers, which also told me that she was new. Honestly, I wanted to ask for someone else, but of course, I was again too nice and also ignored my instincts, as I did too many times in the past and let her continue.
In the past, whenever I had asked for a trim, I learned that it was an inability shared commonly by hair cutters. They just automatically go scissor-crazy! So instead, I asked the lady to leave the length in the back and only trim my bangs since they were way past my eyes. I was confused as to why the lady put her scissors to the back of my head and started snipping away. I interrupted and questioned her as she told me that she was only giving me some layers, something I hadn't even asked for. I already had layers! As I watched myself in the mirror, I was becoming more and more upset but only thought that it was too late to stop the lady now. By the end or her haircutting madness, I ended up with bangs that were too short and shorter hair! As upset as I was, I couldn't get mad at her, because I knew I'd feel bad. All new people have to start somewhere to build experience, right? Maybe she should practice on those manequins a bit more.
By the end or her haircutting madness, I ended up with bangs that were too short and shorter hair! What is it about "Please do not cut the length of my hair" that is so hard to understand?! I didn't even ask for a trim! This was the worst haircut I had ever gotten in my entire life. It was so bad that I almost didn't go to school that day. I had to convince myself that I couldn't hide out for months and skip school just because of a bad haircut. Better to face everyone now than later, right? Every time I look in a mirror, I feel that I look like an idiot, almost as if I'm wearing a wig. At least that's what I think. The only thing I can think of to calm myself down is to tell myself that haircuts aren't permanent and that hair does grow back. I heard that eating a lot of onions makes your nails and hair grow faster. If that's true, I guess I should be eating an onion or two a day! By the way, I'm looking for another salon to go to. Any recommendations???
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| GAS PRICESAs I was driving to work this morning, I noticed that the prices for gas had increased, AGAIN. I couldn't believe that the price for regular unleaded fuel in my neighborhood was now at $4 per gallon. Can it get any worse, I wonder. Of course, I don't really want to know, and I hope it never happens. Unfortunately, I go to school all the way in Los Angeles, and my mother also works over there 6 days a week. Not only is traffic a problem in Southern California but now we have ridiculously expensive gas prices to worry about. It may be hard on everybody, but I'm sure it feels like a punch in the face for those who put in a lot of mileages in their cars every week.
What happened to the good old days where gas was only a dollar or two per gallon? And with even the slightest increases back then, we thought it was bad! I remember when $20 would be enough for a full tank of gas, but now I'm paying $55. I can't even imagine how much people are spending to fill their monster trucks, SUVs, mini-vans, maybe even limos. As much as it would help if gas prices halted at what they're at, it be greater news to see them go down sometime very soon, and maybe continue to go down. Is there any hope for a decrease in gas prices in the near future???
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| CESAR CHAVEZYesterday morning, I woke up an hour and a half earlier so that I could go to the DMV before going to work. As I drove into their lot, I was a bit surprised and overjoyed because there were only a couple of cars there. I thought Wow! I guess I won't be wasting too much of my morning here. But boy, was I wrong. I walked up to the door along with another man, who also looked happy that the DMV was not crowded. We were both greeted by a sign that read CLOSED, Cesar Chavez, Legal Holiday. You have no idea how mad I was. I was thinking Who the hell is Cesar Chavez?! Honestly, I have never heard of the guy until yesterday. With the DMV being closer to where I work, I ended up getting to work an hour earlier and called Rocky to tell him what had just happened. As I expressed my anger, I found out that I wasn't the only one who didn't know who Cesar Chavez was.
Later in the afternoon, Rocky called me back and gave me a quick lesson on who Cesar Chavez was. His professor had talked about him in class, and though I learned that Cesar Chavez was an important figure, I was so angry that I didn't care who he was. I'm not trying to be disrespectful, and I'm over it now. It's just that it had ruined my morning. That's all.
Now it's true that I could always go to the DMV the following day, which would be today. But you see, I stay in Pomona Monday nights through Wednesdays at a friend's house in order to be a little closer to the school I go to: Bryan College of Court Reporting in Los Angeles. Other than those days, I live in Ventura. So what exactly is the problem? The problem is that the longest wait in line at the Ventura DMV would take about an hour or less. The wait in line at the Pomona DMV can literally take all day! So today, on the only day off from both school and work, I had to wake up extra early to get to the DMV right before they opened, and yet there was already a long line from the entrance curling around the front all the way to the back of the building. Luckily, there was a nice man who started a conversation, which made the wait seem a little bit shorter, but I spent a little more than two hours there. As much as I wanted to blame Cesar Chavez for my having to waste two hours at the Pomona DMV when I could have spent 25 minutes at the Ventura DMV, I do acknowledge that it was really my fault for being careless and misplacing my registration card. That reminds me, I should clean out the glove compartment in my car. There's so much junk stuffed in there that I can't ever find anything! Anyway, I guess if it wasn't for this experience of having to go to the DMV on March 31st, I would have never known who Cesar Chavez was.
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| 2 YEARS ON THE TOILETIn the past couple of days, there has been a story in the news that I just couldn't understand. A woman had been stuck on a toilet in her boyfriend's bathroom for two years. Does that make any sense??? First of all, if you're in trouble, who freaking cares about embarrassment! I mean, one thing was a bit in her favor: She wasn't in the bathroom at just anybodys' house. It was her BOYFRIEND's house!
Another confusing part of the story is why the boyfriend didn't do anything about his girlfriend refusing to come out of the bathroom until after two whole years! I would think it would be strange if someone I was with refused to come out of the bathroom for even an hour and would offer help. The boyfriend should have forced the door open and helped her if he REALLY cared. And yes, there is yet ANOTHER confusing part of the story. How did this woman survive in the bathroom for two years. Was the boyfriend bringing her food somehow? That would mean the door was unlocked, wouldn't it? Unless he was sliding food under the door, but what could possibly fit through the crack between the door and the floor? A final question I have is how in the world a person can have the patience or stupidity to stay in a bathroom for that long. Or should I say how shy or embarrassed can someone possibly be that they'd rather suffer by living on a toilet seat than ask for help and just get it all over with. Either way, someone's going to know what had happened. Actually, if she had just asked her boyfriend for help, not as many people would have known about the story. Maybe just her, her boyfriend, and some people at the hospital. But unfortunately, due to poor decision making, the whole world may now know her as the woman who was stuck on a toilet seat for two years. And who knows when people will forget about such a story... so the embarrassment for her goes even longer.
Now, the most unpleasant part of this story was that the woman had been sitting on the toilet seat for so long that her skin had started to grow around the seat, whatever that means. For some reason, I find that really hard to imagine and again am very confused. When the boyfriend FINALLY called for help, the paramedics had to take both her and the seat to the hospital. Last I heard was that they were able to remove the seat from the woman successfully and that she is doing okay. I feel bad that she had to go through such a horrible experience and hope that she had better learned something from it!
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