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Name: cheska
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Fairfax County
Birthday: 6/9/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: + fashion design + music + astrology + travel + reaching for the skyy + sneakers + 3 inch or higher heels + dancing + video games + spending time with nario +
Expertise: - fashion design - event coordination - cooking - mischief making - "adventure : the pursuit of life" -
Occupation: wanderer
Industry: fashion
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AIM:  ooxhyperpinayxoo
Member Since:
1/14/2003
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| one year in california
+ spent the day with a hometown homeboy who can actually relate to the reckless move across the country.
+i miss the 202,703,571, and 804. like MADD....
+stuck in a place where it's too scary to let go and fall.
+ready to run. ready to break free, yet again. it's about damn time i learned my lesson.
have a good night.
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| top three things that annoy me on the daily
+ getting mean looks from the meatheads on their way to Equinox (infamous gym to the celebrities and overly rich) while i'm eating a plateful of greasy nachos piled high with guacamole, pico de gallo, cheese and steak by the entrance...
- F*CK your lean cuisines and health smoothies. if everyone just learned to listen to their bodies to know when they're full and eat what they felt like eating... well everyone would be of "normal" weight with no extra effort. none of this "tricking your body" or excercising for an hour to justify the ice cream you had last night... just eat what you want, when you want, and your body won't be feinding for it and you won't overeat when you do get to have it...
my only "rules" for myself...
+ i've cut back from drinking 3-4 times a week, to MAYBE once a week.
+ no processed foods... except candy of course!
+ only one cup of coffee a day
+ lots and lots of tea (green, chamomile, chrysanthemum)
seriously... i've dropped 10 lbs since i moved here... oh yeah walking around ALOT helped too.
+ the three c's... contstant calorie counters
- no really, i don't mind it if you're joking, or truly are shocked at the number and then stop yourself from eating...
but really... don't complain about it only to continue stuffing yourself.
+ periods. i've mainly spent most of my days with guys. in highschool, i spent my after school time chilling with either my best friend mark, or my crew of big brothers. in college, my roommates and friends mostly had that extra appendage between their legs which allowed them to write their name in the snow. before moving to Los Angeles, all my jobs were male dominated.
i had natural periods once every six months.
now that i'm surrounded by women and pheromones, my system is all out of wack and i'm going through the kind of mental and physical adjustments to my body that i should have dealt with during puberty. let me just say something that i'm sure most women already know and that i'm just learning the seriousnes of...
PERIODS SUCK REAL BAD.
three random things that cheer me up.
+ fresh kicks
+ home cooked meals made with nothing but the freshest ingredients
 
+ bubble tea with fresh fruit
i'm gonna go have some cheesecake ice cream for dinner...
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| this weekend...
friday : redbullexperiment.com @ santa monica pier
saturday : lotus festival @ echo park lake
sunday : obon @ lil tokoyo
in between... shopping/grubbing/playing guitar hero in my underwear.
YAY!
pictures to come...
i guess i missed my blog...
more updates.. more often..?
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| The #1 thing to never call your ninety four pound girlfriend.
"Tubby"
of all the stupid things...
top four things that no man should ever call me
+ fat - or anything similar in reference to my weight (see above)
+ any nickname which comes from food.
+ anything less than inteligent
+ crazy
too bad it's too late for him. someones sleeping on the couch tonight.. i'll give you a hint. it's not me.
i'd forgotten how good of an output this thing was. =)
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| i've been meaning to sit down in front of this computer and blog for a hot minute. you know, one of those, "i'm twenty three and this is what i learned" type of things for my recent birthday. but that was over three weeks ago. it's not happening.
it's a sunday morning and simply because i've noticed that i hadn't even updated my facebook status, something hit me. i do NOT have time for all this anymore. contradictory to my inability to be away from facebook myspace gmail and aim for more than a few hours about six months ago, i've just been too busy to sit in front of this thing.
from the time that xanga became the hot thing back i 2002 up untill maybe just 6 months ago, i somehow felt the need to let the world know everything about me. while i'm still sure that my life is awesome and usually an interesting thing to read about or simply observe, i really just don't have the time any more.
weird eh?
in any case, the change in lifestyle this past year has been crazy.
i've looked back and realized the intensity at which i taken on each each chapter of my life.
child hood was spent in an out of hospitals scarring me for life physically and mentally, (you should all know by now what i'm talking about)
so i guess after i that my mind was set on never wasting a minute; living lilfe to the fullest per se.
highschool was spent excelling in advanced courses;without any overbearing push from my laidback parents, particiapting in the ever strenuous marching band, volunteering, after school clubs; working (as soon as i turned 16) and all the while still having time to talk with my in school girls, hang out and play videogames with my crew of big brothers and even have time to date.
18+ came around and i was doing all that PLUS experimenting with Ex and alcohol and enjoying the club scene.
College came around and i did the same thing. i got heavily involved 2-3 organizations a year, had a job, and kept my head up in fashion design with my only relief being able to hang out with the boys for some mario kart and a shot of skyy. Partying was always good, i was 21 for three years prior to my 21st birthday. The lifestyle took hold and i was the one organizing and fundraising at such events so it was a huge plus in the stress factor.
all in all lifestory cut short... moving to LA and taking on the "real world" was one of the easiest decsisions and moves i've ever made.
of course, i had some help moving out here. another story to cut short;
you get to learn alot about yourself and your loved one when you need to depend on each other.
(1) i learned that i am an extremely indpendent person in terms of family support (and avoiding it at all costs)
(2) i'm considerably "wealthier" than the majority of college students; it's from always working of course.
(3) i always want more/ the best and i just can't settle.
i learned that not all people can handle what i can and i fell "out" of love with the man who brought me to Los Angeles. it just came to the point that i would come home from work, then sit on the internet wishing for va/dc while he was less than 3 feet away in our studio working on projects from work. never more than 15 feet away and we were not living "life" together. it was a hard thing to accept but i didn't feel anything without all our friends and the old lifestyle. in any case, he moved back in with his fam while i attempted to face the world on my own. he seems to have found an output and gone back to the party lifestyle, i've settled down and finally found more of me.
So i met someone. i met him at work in beverly hills of course i had my doubts, i mean can anyone say "rebound"? how about the words "excess baggage?" how about "inter-office relationship"?
i totattly wasn't ready for another relationship, espeically one where i was probably going to see the person more than most people see their significant others, but "when things are too good to be true..." well no.. that doesn't apply... but things were, and we went for it.
i learned that while two people can have the most fun in the world while out with their friends and famiy, your true soul mate will be someone who can do that and still make every moment count when it's just the two of you. things have just been unbelievably perfect. so perfect it's nauseating.
i found someone who works as hard if not harder than i do, as my boss nancy says, we both have the same "zest" for life.
we were only "together" for a month before we decided to get my ass out of the ghetto part of LA and so we started to apartment hunt. SCORE on the very first apartment we looked at. it definitely isn't even just good enough... it's fucking perfect. the location off of sunset blvd, the view of the hollywood sign, the school next door (which means added secruity), the white people jogging on the sidewalks with their cute little puppies... top level/second floor end unit with an east facing bedroom window....
well lets just say i think i'm sure it would make my real estate owner father quite proud.
i've moved on to another chapter in the fact that i'm actually concentrating on my relationship and exploring myself as an artist and art lover. i'm loving who i'm with and where i am. no more working towards "getting out" (of VA/DC/COLLLEGE). "settled?" "nesting?" yeah probably. but i'm happy, and isn't that all that really matters? it's rare to find someone who actually understands my mood swings, is just as hypocritical and sarcastically obnoxious and all the while make me feel like the most special girl in the world., and that's really
in any case, the hardest thing i've ever had to accept was that i'll probaby NEVER have what i had at home. i'll forever miss my big bros. Rolling my eyes at penguin, asking the wrong question to david and getting a long lesson about a subject i wasn't really that interested in, talking business with general chou, trying to sneak a peice of lettuce on pauls plate, and ignoring them all while they play halo for hours straight. =P
I definitely will never have RVA again. and not that i should. i basically lived up my college life to it's fullest potential and decided to leave on a high note. but really it was like cheers wherever i go "everybody knows your name." the fam was all about unintentionally getting into trouble and protecting each other. screaming at the tv while playing mario kart and smash brothers after getting crazy at the club... or how about drinking too much and too often and still getting shit done for the rest of the world... i definitely would understand why some people can't grow out of it and move on. cause really, i miss it like madd.
not that they have ever been the type to tell me how to live my life or teach me a lesson, but i see myself turrning more and more into my parents. more so into my dad. i catch myself speaking in half sentances and expecting people to know what the hell i'm talking about. while jobs or projects i do for anyone else i finish awesomely and quickly, i quit any personal project halfway. i don't drink anymore, but i'm sure people look at us in public cause were loud and obnoxious and just assume we're drunk. eh, whatever. my parents are cool so it's all right with me to turn out like them.
i find myself downplaying every awesome part of my life, while some people are happy to share (and i'm always excited to listen) their stories about the places they had dinner, i cut myself short from talking about the new gallery opening, the street festival, the shopping, the movies, and the three restaurants i did happen to go to that was also fucking awesome (and yes, it's pretty much that busy EVERY weekend).
i think i come off as pretty boring to my coworkers.
it's all good.
i miss sharing... at least pictures.
just check the facebook.
i'm gonna go back to enjoying myself now...
bye for now!
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