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Revving up the engines

Saturday, 08.3.2013

You know how sometimes after a long time of not doing something, you’re not even sure how to start it back up again?

Yea, that’s kind of the feeling I have right now. The wonder of what topic would be a good one to get myself back in the swing of things, what is impactful enough, important enough, well worded enough to actually make it a relevant first post after a long hiatus?

I thought about all the things I wanted to tell you, all the impressions I wanted to make…

And then I scratched all of those ideas and just decided to go with this one.

You see, someone very dear to my heart told me recently that when I write – especially for something such as this personal blog – I shouldn’t really worry about what the readers would want to read, what would get the most comments, what they would like because with all due respect, as important as you are in my life, my writing should also be because I have something to say, because I want to say something. Or even just that I want to write. Even if it’s about nothing at all.

And I did want to write tonight. I wanted to say hi to you guys. That I’ve missed you. I’ve missed the witty (at least to me) words that flowed out of my brain every time my fingers touched the keyboard. I’ve missed the long ruminations over what would make a great blog post, I’ve missed the interaction about honestly baring my souls sometimes just for the hell of it.

“What took you so long?” You might ask. (Or you might just be asking, “you still own this blog?)

Well, my hesitation came from many different forms.

There’s that very creepy man who still sends Pokies me creepy emails and messages and diamonds every time I make a remote blip on social media. There’s my job that sometimes sucks all the words (or at least the energy to be on my computer for more than I need to) away from me. There’s the decrease of a need to share what’s going on in my life with people other than the ones that I actually care about. I think as social media expanded (Twitter, Instagram, Kik, WeChat, etc., I’m looking at you all) I’ve started to shrink my media presence. I became more concerned about nourishing the few close relationships that I actually have in person and via one on one communication rather than sending out a mass email or picture to the world letting them know what pair of sneakers I have on. Hey, I’m not saying that’s bad if you’re someone who still does that but it’s just not for me.

But deep down inside, frankly there’s just a feeling that you probably don’t really care about my life or my thoughts of my words enough to want to read about it on this blog.

“Oh no no no, Janice! We care about you! We really want to see you update your blog!” You might say. (Or you might just say, “Seriously, you still maintain this thing?”) But it’s okay. Whichever your reaction is, I’m working on not really caring about the response I get with the work I write, more about keeping the reasoning for myself. Asking questions like, “what do I want to say? What do I want to share? Why do I think this is important?”

And that is enough.

Hope you’ll still keep reading :)

PS. Shout out to Alex and Jess who keep pushing me to keep this blog going. Thanks guys :)

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Another year, another birthday

Sunday, 02.3.2013

Another year, another birthday.

I’ve never been one to be super big on my birthdays but have been super blessed by family and friends who celebrated with me with fine company, cake, balloons, birthday blessings and lots and lots of love.

This year was no exception. I got to get all warm and fuzzy with my family over a hot pot meal, thanks to my mom and dad. My sis orchestrated an amazing day of bowling, beers, best cupcakes and belly laughs. My amazing family (aunt, uncle, cousins Cissy, Donnie, Irene, Chris) blessed me with beautiful wishes and very generous and *ahem practical gifts. My friends lent their hands with helping out, getting me awesome balloons, writing heartwarming cards and just blessing blessing blessing me with their presence and smiles (and drinks). I feel so loved especially because I’ve been here in Hong Kong for a little less than a year, away from the only home I’ve ever known and yet, people are making me feel so welcome.

When people talk about birthdays, it’s usually associated with dread over turning another year older. I’d have to disagree. Save for the one year when I turned 21 and had a mini-panic attack, I’ve always been okay about turning another year older. Even looked forward to it sometimes. The way I see it:

I’m not turning no fax no direct deposit payday loans another year older, I’m turning another year wiser.

I’m not heading towards death, I’m heading closer to eternal life.

I’m not decaying, I’m just learning to treasure my body more.

I’m not getting more boring, I’ve become more certain of who I am and what I want out of life.

I’m not becoming more jaded, I’m becoming more appreciative of all the good things in this world.

I’m not becoming less popular, I’m becoming more selective over who I value enough to spend my time with.

I’m not regretful I’m still stuck making the same mistakes sometimes, I’m grateful I’m picking up the pieces faster after I’ve made the mistakes and lessening the frequency in making them.

I’m not leaving the good ol’ days behind, I’m getting closer and closer to the best days of our lives.

Not only am I 26 years old, I’m 56 years wise, 16 years strong, 6 years innocent, 16 years adventurous, eternally joyful.

I would never want to be the person I was 1, 2, 3 years ago. That Janice was naive, selfish, quick-tempered, on shaky grounds, cared so much more about the little things that won’t last, cared so much more about what other people thought. This Janice… because of Him… so much better :)

Thanks to everyone who’s wished me a happy birthday and helped me celebrate!

posted by Janice | Comments: 4 | Category Friendlies, God, Inspirations, Love, Personal


Wednesday, 06.27.2012

My friend Paul Gor rolled into town and asked if I wanted to take pictures.

Why not?

So I put on my best green polka dotted dress and Toms (just because I could) and proceeded to Central where we posed for shots for Paul’s big-ass camera and let HK’s pedestrians gawk, wondering in their heads what the hell we’re doing.

Sis needed shots for her food blog anyway so she also came along and we got some GREAT STUFF for her! (I say “we” even though it was really all Paul and her but you know, I held her bags…and swept away her stray strands of hair…and ate chicken wings while they shot together…and stuff…)

Ooh! I made this (above)! Impressive, no?

Someone nexus pheromones asked me if I feel weird when I pose for pictures.
The answer is heck yah I do! Especially when it’s the more serious “modely” kind. I’ve even written a whole blog post on it before. (A serious case of investigative journalism there, I tell ya.)

Inside, I always feel more like this…

Goofy, overly exuberant…

It actually takes a lot for me to control my facial expressions. But sometimes, I come out pleasantly surprised with the results.

Of course, most of the credit goes to Paul’s artistic way with the camera rather than my less than excellent modeling skills.

Fun (and exhausting!) day was had by all! Now that I have this bunch of cool pictures, what should I do with it?

posted by Janice | Comments: 4 | Category Friendlies, Personal

Funniest Advice My Mom Gave Me

Friday, 05.11.2012

I contributed to Audrey Magazine‘s compilation of “Funny Advice from Moms” in anticipation for Mother’s Day. Hear my tale below (and check out the rest here!)

Throughout the years, I’ve amassed quite a collection of wisdoms from my mother. I would share them all with you here, but a big piece of advice from my mom is:

“Don’t share with the Internet advice that I tell you.”

Like many Asian mothers, she wants to give the illusion that I just spontaneously, randomly, magically became the charming, alluring, poised, well-behaved, well-kempt, and witty lady that I am today with no help whatsoever.

Hate to break it to you – but I did get a lot of helpful advice from my mother.

Helpful advice that I sometimes didn’t want and didn’t always appreciate. Helpful advice that I sometimes laughed at. Helpful advice that I sometimes took for granted. But helpful advice that I now notice nearly always rings true. Whether it’s packing a light scarf in my purse whenever I go out, taking my Vitamin C’s, being careful about who I choose to give my heart to, or standing with a straight posture — my mom’s advice makes sense.

The most outlandish advice my mom often dishes out is this upheld belief she has that anything can happen in this world. No seriously. “Anything can happen in this world, Janice” my mother would say, “you never know.”

She truly believes that a young ingénue could walk down payday loan the street and get discovered by a hot-shot director who will propel her to stardom. She believes that a big ladies’ man could take one look at the bookish girl-next-door, fall in love, and change his wild ways forever. She believes that the lottery could be won. She believes that papaya can make boobs bigger. She believes.

I used to laugh at all of this. “Really, ma?” I’d ask. “Do you live in your own world? Have you ever faced reality? Have you calculated the odds?”

But the older I got, the more I came to realize that what she was saying was right. After all, reality is partially based on your perception of the world. And if you’re endlessly optimistic like my mother, who’s to say that anything can’t happen? As the years pass, I’ve encountered more and more crazy situations and surpassed countless expectations and odds that have led me to relate more to my mother’s wise words.

My mother’s belief that anything can happen in this world is true. I would just add, “if you believe” to the end of that phrase. After all, she did turn me, a girl who used to scoff at her advice, into a believer.

So seriously, anything can happen. (If you just believe.) Hey, who knows? Maybe you’ll even think of this entry as inspiring instead of cheesy? After all, anything can ha…you get the point.

Happy Mother’s Day, mom! I love love love you.

posted by Janice | Comments: 1 | Category Personal

Rant | You Are Perfect

Friday, 05.4.2012

Just a quick rant here.

This slogan pissed me off. (And by pissed off I mean I gave a high-pitched huff followed with a, “ridiculouuuus.”)

I know this is hard to hear in a world that values people to constantly strive for something more, something greater.

I know it can come off as preachy, as cheesy, as naive, as overly optimistic, as unbelievable, as pageant-y.

I know that no beauty industry is going to die out because of my one little blog post, no army will start a revolution.

But I got to say it.

You are perfect.

Yep. You over there with the gap teeth, the hairy arms, the duck butt, the big feet, the squinty eyes, or whatever else features society has generally considered “unattractive.” You are perfect just the way you are (a la Bruno Mars, although I have to add “at this moment” because you might change over time and that is just fine as well).

Society is always going to want proextender does it work us to fit a certain mold, want us to keep certain industries in business by convincing us that only a certain way is the “good” way, the “perfect” way.


Now, I’m no hippie liberal vegan revolutionary. I listen to pop music (Carley Rae Jepson, anyone?) I curl my eyelashes. I call people “pretty” and “not pretty” much of the times.

But I do believe in the beauty of imperfection. I believe in the little flaws and quirks that makes us wholly human. I truly truly believe perfection is something none of us can ever achieve here on earth so just give it up and love yourself for who you are! *Cue noble music

Stop being so hard on yourself on the outside and concentrate on how you are on the inside. Work on your character, your values, your beliefs. Remember that no one is perfect. No one expects you to be.

Aaaand end rant. Good night/morning (depending on where you are in the world.)

posted by Janice | Comments: 3 | Category Inspirations, Look, Personal

HK Home | Sneek Peak!

Wednesday, 04.18.2012

The past few weeks has been surprisingly a lot of fun spent decorating and cleaning our new apartment! With the help of some lovely family and friends, we got the place looking really cozy and great to stay. I wanted to share some pictures of our home.
These are not pictures of our home. This was the inspiration board I put together to get some creative juices flowing on how we wanted our place to look.

It ended up looking not much like anything in the pictures above at all! But that’s okay because this is a place we can truly call our own.

Left: A chalkboard clock kills two birds with one stone! Right: I love our white Ikea table — so good for reading the bible, writing, going online, eating, and drinking!

My hole-in-the-wall bedroom. The whole smaller space, more happiness thingis blackjack online money totally working!

My favorite detail in my room is my window, which I got to add some favorite personal touches to. I’ve always wanted some warmer colors to my rooms back at home but due to financial/parental restraints, never was able to. Now I finally get to! Yippy-Yai-Ay!

This picture of my mom, sister, and I made me laugh so hard I snorted milk out of my nose when I first saw it. Obviously frame-worthy.

Flowers are such an awesome touch to the house (these lovely buds thanks to Joel).  Other personal touches I love — quirky household items like a trashcan who winks and a sunlamp jar.

And the best part of the house? My sister as my roommate. :) It’s been too long since I’ve lived with this girl. So grateful every day I get this chance to right now. I LOVE YOU SISTERRRRRR!!!

posted by Janice | Comments: 13 | Category Home, House, Inspirations, Look, Personal

The Wrong Door

Tuesday, 04.10.2012

After a few missed exits and wrong turns, I’m running late.

I follow the directions on my faulty phone GPS and look for the correct building number. I spot it and sprint up the side stairs.

When I get up to the floor, a metallic locked door awaited me. I knock, I twist the invisible knob, I call my friend I’m meeting but to no avail on all 3 counts.

So I wait.

Ten minutes later, a man and a woman come up the stairs. They’re speaking in English. She’s telling him that this is the right way to come up. They spot me and both have odd looks on their faces. The woman, dressed in a shiny top with a beehive for hair, asks me kindly in Mandarin,

“Are you looking for someone?”

Me: “Yes, a studio?”
Woman smiles oddly, “No, definitely not here.”
She opens the door.
Woman: “Did you call the landlord?”
Me (thinking it was the guys who ran the studio I’m looking for): “Oh yea, but they’re not picking up.”

I reach out my arms to keep the door closed ’cause she looked like she was about to close it and ask,

“Can I just go in and wait?”

She laughs kindly and resumes to closing the door. At this same time, I’ve gotten a peek behind her and the place…definitely did not look like a studio. It was dark, dingy, and looked like several spaces separated by curtains. What’s in the space seemed to be beds. It looks a little bit like a seedy massage parlor. Then, the words that my friend — who’d dropped me off — said to me, hit me like a ton of bricks:

“This street is known for prostitutes.”


The woman asks me again. “Are you sure you called the landlord? Try again.” She closes the door.

A little dazed by my revelation, I walk down the stairs and step out onto the street corner of the building. As I’m calling my friend, I notice that the pedestrians are kind of staring at me funny. Not just me as in my face but looking me up and down. So I look myself up and down. I realize I am wearing this outfit:

{ photo courtesy of JJ at Wanderlister }

I was thinking, “Oh, bold and cute, fun and a little flirty!” when I put it on in the morning but it was definitely not something you wear around this side of town and DEFINITELY not standing on the street corner of a brothel.

I head over to a nearby park and sit down, ashamed that I would be so shaken in the brief moment where my sheltered world collided with something a little darker.

C’mon, wasn’t this what I signed up for when I said I wanted an adventure? It’s to encounter people of all kind, with stories different from mine, no matter how “good” or “bad” they are (and “good” and “bad” are such unsubstantiated definitions anyway). I entertained the brief thought of going back and buying an hour of her time to just talk to her but chickened out.

And then I felt exhilarated.  Not because I’m an immature kid who just had my first conversation with a prostitute but because I am actually living in this world. I’m meeting people with entirely new life stories from mine. I’m dealing with situations that would never happen if I just sit behind a desk for most of the day. For lack of a better description, I feel SO COOL! *Pats self on back

This definitely beat sitting at home worrying about my employment state and thinking about how unstable I am or how worrisome I am or how useless I am. It became more about seeing someone else for who they are. I was directed to this article where the writer Oliver shared some interesting insights on how we, the Millennials, may need to redirect our passions. I don’t entirely agree with his extreme urge for us to “forget our passions” to focus on big problems but I do think that when are passions somehow revolve around big problems in the world, issues of humanity, they stick with us. As in, modeling because you’re passionate about wearing pretty clothes and posing for pictures may be fine for the time being but passionate about modeling because you want to be a face that changes ideals and concepts of beauty may be a more timeless pursuit.

With knowledge comes, hopefully, change. And even though I am not near naive enough to think I can change the world, I do truly truly believe in that my beliefs and actions can have an impact. If not on the world, on one person that I meet at the market. Or on one person I meet in a shady stairwell. Or on one person that reads this blog.

My friend Caroline gave me this awesome going-away card with the following quote on the cover:

“Go into the world and do well. But more importantly, go into the world and do good.”

~ Minor Myers Jr.

It now sits by my bed reminding me what I should be focusing on when I start worrying about money, status, relationship problems, etc.

How will you do good for the world?

posted by Janice | Comments: 2 | Category Personal, Travel

Stalking 101

Wednesday, 03.21.2012

The term stalker gets tossed around very lightly these days, like salad (which I don’t get very often in Asia ’cause these crazy kids over here don’t enjoy a good ol’ spring mix).

“Ew, are you stalking me?” jokingly asked when bumping into someone at the same frozen yogurt shop.

“I’m going to Facebook stalk him” in reference to learning more about a friend’s new boyfriend.

But to be literally stalked is not a pleasant nor light subject. gives this definition for stalking:

Stalking refers to harassing or threatening behavior that is engaged in repeatedly. Such harassment can be either physical stalking or cyberstalking.

Physical stalking is following someone, appearing at a person’s home or place of business, making harassing phone calls, leaving written messages or objects, or vandalizing one’s property.
Cyberstalking involves using the Internet or other electronic means to harass. A January 2009 U.S. Department of Justice report found that 23% of stalking victims suffered some form of cyberstalking, and 6% suffered electronic monitoring such as spyware, bugging or video surveillance.

I met Dude through mutual friends. I am not someone who is flirty by nature but I am someone who opens up easily to strangers and try to be welcoming. Somehow that got misinterpreted in our communication. Dude had an off about him from the get-go. It’s in the detached way he strikes up a chat, his questions always a little too forward, a little too aggressive. It’s in the way Dude made comments, something always seemed a little…


Yea, that’s the word.

The calls and texts first came friendly at first. I kept my responses courteous and brief, not wanting to give him the wrong idea. This means no happy face emoticons in the texts, no giggles in the calls. None of that.

Yet, the attention still persisted. And I’m not talking about a text or a call here or there. I’m talking about 7 repeated voicemails or 10 texts in a row with messages like, “Hey Janice, how are you?” “Hey Janice, why aren’t you responding to my texts, did I do something wrong?” “Hey Janice, where are you?” One after another after another after another. I found this attention a little annoying but harmless. Just a persistent person who wants to be friends. Dude also showered my other female friend (let’s call her “T”) with the same amount of unwanted attention. Though we would often not pick up his phone calls or respond to his text messages, he never got the message (ironic). Once, I did answer his call and chatted with him for an hour, schooling him that if a girl does not pick up the phone after 14 consecutive missed calls, it means they’re not interested. Give up. Take the hint. He responded that he understood what I was saying. And at the end of the call, he asked if I was dating anyone.

The boiling point came one Halloween afternoon. I took a nap for three hours that day. Within that time frame, I received 7 missed calls and 14 text messages in a row. One after another. I listened to and read the messages. Each got angrier and angrier and signified huge, irrational mood swings in the time span of minutes. From then and there, I never picked up or answered another one of Dude’s phone calls.

Throughout the next year and a half, I would receive rounds of electronic contact in sporadic spurts. They always started cordial. Friendly “hey Janice, how have you been” but always followed by mounds and mounds of “WHY AREN’T YOU RESPONDING TO ME? ANSWER ME NOW.” Dude also started messaging the mutual friend who introduced us, cussing at her and accusing her of being in love with him even though…she’s related to him. Twisted, right? In the emails, he alluded to a conspiracy put together by his friends, which included introducing me to him, forcing his attraction to me, me ignoring him, all a cruel, cruel joke which he is the victim. There were more narratives, an accidental run-in at a tea shop became a suspected staged meeting. I became the one bothering him, annoying him, not leaving his head.

Mental problems are not often discussed in Asian and Asian American communities. It’s mostly brushed under the rug by our parents. Out of sight, out of your mind, right? But as Dude tried to contact me more and more, I came to realize from his messages that he was delusional. He would often forget facts and information. He often got things twisted around. His mood swings were more volatile that a yo-yo.

It’s one thing to know when you’re up against a sane, rational person who understands the lines of social conduct and cared about how they make other people feel. It’s another to go against someone who may not be in their right mind, who is dealing with things going on inside their brain that they cannot control. What do you do about that?

I decided to call his parents. I figured having a total stranger call them to tell them their son may have some mental issues may make them stand up and take action.

Boy, was I wrong. No parents want to face that their child might have problems and this was no exception. The first time I called, Dude’s parents apologized to me and told me, “If our son hurts you, can you please forgive him?”

Huh??!!! I would prefer him NOT to hurt me in the first place!

Then, not only did the parents not try to seek help for Dude, they yelled at him for bothering me for which in return he tried contacting me again to yell at me for calling his parents.

I tried talking to his parents a second time after half a year went by and he still hasn’t stopped bothering me. By this time, the calls started rolling in at 2 in the morning and grew increasingly creepier and creepier. It would range from declarations of love to calling me a stalker who won’t leave him alone to commanding me to answer my damn phone. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” He would yell into the phone, dragging each syllable out endlessly. My transcription of all his messages and voicemails have now reached 25 pages long.

This second time, Dude’s parents pretty much insinuated that I was a hussy who was knowingly leading their son on. That I was toying with his emotions because he was so inexperienced and I was soooooo experienced with playing with boys’ hearts.

That time was one where I felt helpless and like I had lost any form of control over my life. That’s what stalking does to a person. They feel like there’s hidden danger at every bend and that there’s nothing they can do about it, no way they can prevent it.

My story ends for vigrx wikipedia now with a surprise visit from Dude to my office, a place I worked, even though I never told him the address (it’s easy to look up online) as well as a visit to my good friend’s wedding even though it was made clear that he was not invited, banned even. Luckily, I had good friends and loved ones who steered me away from much contact from him both times. I’ve blocked him from all my social network sites, filtered his emails straight to my trash, and have moved to another country. Digging through my email’s trash just now, I see that he is still sending emails one after another after another. Sometimes, his sentences run in a stream of consciousness. Sometimes, they are in all caps, as though he is shouting at all of us, as though the voices in his head are shouting at him.

I’m well aware how conceited posting my story may seem. “Oh, poor Janice, she is too nice for her own good so she has a stalker, oh boo hoo” but the truth is, no one can really understand the stress, the anxiety, the suffering a victim of stalking feels unless they have experienced it themselves. And I never really realized how many people actually have been victims of stalking until I started verbally sharing my story. Friends, friends’ boyfriends, friends’ cousins. I wanted to share this story on my blog because I feel like stalking and mental illnesses are one of those problems that are so infrequently talked about until it is too late. I would never want to take this so lightly until something happens to me and then think, “I should have.”

I pray for you, Dude. I understand that you are going through things in your head not many can understand and empathize with and I wish, from the bottom of my heart, that you will truly seek help. Seek help from God, seek help from medical professionals, seek help from your loved ones. Stop pretending everything is fine when it is not — many people can testify to this.

I thank you, Dude, also. Because if it weren’t for you, I would stay naive in my own sheltered American ways thinking that everyone is as opened and welcoming as we assume it to be. But now, I’m wiser. I’ll never stop being nice to people but I’m more watchful of opening up to someone so quickly.

I also thank you for turning me away from being such a media whore. I used to love posting every single of details of my life on Facebook or my blog but that novelty has worn off as I realized the dangers of people knowing too much about you.

Because of you, I’ve also come to realize that when someone needs help, you don’t ignore it and brush it under the rug. You do everything you can to help that person as long as it is within your means and boundaries. I’ve done what I could letting your parents know about you and what they decide to do is up to them. I truly hope that they can see that really loving their son is doing what is ULTIMATELY the best for him, even if it means hurting him in the short run, not doing what THEY THINK will be the best for him by protecting and sheltering him from the truth.

For those of you reading this who may find yourself in a similar situation as me, here are some tips I’ve found that I felt helpful for victims of stalking.

*Set your profiles to “Private.”: It’s really incredible how much information on a person we can find over the internet nowadays. Googling my own name, I find numerous images of myself, web sites with my information on it, videos, etc. Granted, I do work in the media industry so I tend to be a little more open with my private life but even I’ve set all my information to private and am selective with who I choose to be friends with on social networking sites.
*Avoid posting information about your current or future locations: So many of my friends use Foursquare or other devices on their cell phones that allow them to check in to places they’re at and I can only just shake my head. This is all facts to help a person track you down faster.
*Find out the stalking laws where you live: According to the California criminal laws, a stalker is someone who willfully, maliciously and repeatedly follows or harasses another (victim) and who makes a credible threat with the intent to place the victim or victim’s immediate family in fear for their safety. The victim does not have to prove that the stalker had the intent to carry out the threat. The criminal penalty for stalking is imprisonment up to a year and/or a fine of up to $1,000. There are more severe penalties when the stalker pursues the same person in violation of a court restraining order, with a sentencing range of two to four years imprisonment. Persons convicted of felony stalking also face stricter penalties if they continue to stalk their victim(s). Courts may issue restraining orders to prohibit stalking.
*Let people know that information about you should be held in confidence. Tell your employer, co-workers, friends, family and neighbors of your situation. Alert them to be suspicious of people inquiring about your whereabouts or schedule. If you have a photograph or description of the stalker and vehicle, show a photo or describe the person to your neighbors, co-workers, friends, family and neighbors.
*If you are a victim of cyber-stalking, act promptly and firmly to defuse the situation. Take potential threats seriously. Very clearly tell that person to stop, saying something like, “Do not contact me in any way in the future.” People will often look at you like you’re a drama queen if you tell them you’re being stalked but stand your ground. You are NOT overreacting or being overly dramatic.
*Keep a log of every stalking incident. Collect a paper trail. Phone logs, email messages, photos, etc.
*Make a police report. Consider getting a restraining order: Make some sort of contact letting the law enforcement know that you’ve tried to seek resolution to your stalking problem.
*Carry pepper spray and/or take self defense classes: Try to get out of the mentality that you are helpless and train yourself to be confident in case anything does happen.

Stalking and mental illnesses need to stop being taboo subjects to talk about. When they’re brought into the light, victims stop feeling as helpless and receive better knowledge of how to take appropriate actions to defend themselves. I share my story in the hopes that it will prevent more incidences like this from happening, or if it happens anyway, that it will be handled better.

Um, so how is everyone doing these days?

posted by Janice | Comments: 12 | Category God, Personal, Public Appearances, Uncategorized

Get Her Flowers

Friday, 02.10.2012

I’m a practical girl.

I enjoy shopping at flea markets and vintage shops because it helps the environment and my budget. I would rather spend my money on food and unforgettable experiences than material goods. My favorite gift this past Christmas was an electric toothbrush (oh my goodness, once you go there, you won’t be able to come back).

However, there is something I am not ashamed of admitting.

I looooove receiving flowers. I love giving them as well. Even though plucking those poor beautiful things and giving them to someone could be very wasteful because flowers die, I still love love love fresh flowers. I love the smell of them, I love smiling when I get to see them first thing in the morning, I love the thought of someone taking the time to purchase or pick me some.

With Valentine’s Day coming up, it seems a no-brainer to give your loved ones a bouquet of beauties but I say, why not give flowers at random times of the year? Studies have shown that flower heighten happy emotions and life satisfaction. People get happy just looking at ‘em.

Red roses may be the standard to romance but frankly, I find Viagra 100mg them a little bit too moody and way too expensive. My friend Joyce told me that red roses actually cost the MOST around February and not just because for Valentine’s Day but because of the season it blooms. Um, no thanks!

I’d rather receive some gorgeous peonies. The pale blush pinks, purples, corals, and whites they come in is absolutely swoon-worthy for the girl that’s young at heart and free-spirited.

And fellas, not all girls need the packaging or the expensive store-bought bouquets. Many girlfriends actually prefer wildflowers that look like you just walked past nature, saw some pretty buds, thought of your special lady, and took the time to pick it for them. That’s definitely way more romantic and thoughtful than getting your secretary to order a bouquet of standard reds online, dontcha think?

Regardless of what you do on Valentine’s Day, whether it’s dining at a 5-star restaurant or just a cozy movie night at home, I hope that you’ll take the time to treat your loved ones to some pretty flowers! This includes mothers, sisters, aunts, and friendlies. Flower power!

I’ve never tried giving guys flowers. Do you guys like them? Let me know in the comments below!

posted by Janice | Comments: 10 | Category Love, Personal


Thursday, 01.26.2012

This little white Line & Dot number did something to my heart the moment I set eyes on it. Pitter patter, pitter patter.

I wore it almost the next day after I brought it home from Audrey Magazine (perks of the job).

So cute! So girly! So clean! So classy!


My mom asked, “why are your butt pockets all weird?”

She then said aloud the same thing I was thinking in my head, “It’s on backwards.”

I wore it the right way with the bow on my back for a good 15 minutes and then decided to switch it back.

Sometimes, life is all about wearing something backwards and not giving a damn when people tell you your pockets look funny sticking to the sides of your butt.

posted by Janice | Comments: 3 | Category Fashion, Personal

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