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Good morning!!

It’s another Monday. Just happens to be the last one in the year. December 31st 2018. We made it through the whole year guys!! ^^

I am in a great mood last few days. So pumped. I have made some tiny resolutions for myself during the 2019.

1. NO SMOKING

(something I have been trying to quit for a long long time. Really ugly habit. My lungs can’t take it anymore. I get heavy breathing and cough a lot cause of it. And I just wanna have a nice smelling hair and clothes again. And full lungs.)

2. Daily 15min walks

(Need to get me some fresh air. And a peaceful activity daily is always good. I think in a long run I will have great benefits of that.)

3. eat more fish

(At least 3x a week. Cut some slack on meat. I just think I love eating fish and well I should eat it more often^^)

4. Paint once a week

(I don’t wanna pressure myself and tell myself I am gonna do it more often. Cause I regularly doubt my work and don’t like the result. But I wanna push my creativity. And start loving my art too)

5. Dance at least every second day

(With the radio, by myself. Let loose. Be goofy. It always puts such a smile on my face^^ )

For now now these are my 5 resolutions. I wanted to keep it simple. And doable. No pressure just good and positive energy 😁👌🏻💋☺️😋

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As I listen to, and look at, people’s different ideas and opinions on New Year’s Resolutions all I think about is how negative most of it is and how bad 2017 was for them and I’d have to say that for me, personally, 2017 wasn’t bad at all. It started off difficult, yes, but not bad. I was still in San Saba, Texas at the women’s unit out there. I was still in a hard ass bunk surrounded by negative, disrespectful, mess-starting females. I was still eating waaay too much beans and rice than should be legal in anyone’s diet because that’s the cheapest meal they can feed us. I was still missing my family and friends and James; hoping to get even one piece of mail from someone/anyone once a week. I was unable to talk to anyone on the outside because no one had set up the phone for me. I was still crossing my fingers every single time it came around for us to go to commissary. And I was still completely unsure of where I was going to go when I got out, who was going to be around, how I was going to get a job, how I was going to get to said job, what kind of parole officer I was going to get, wondering if my family/friends were going to forgive me. All of these things are not only completely natural for every single person in there to think about and worry about, but it’s also encouraged to think and worry about these things so that you take that time to try to come up with some kind of basic plan mentally for yourself. Well, early on in my “stay”, I found my faith in God. I found it in a way I never had before. And yes, most people DO find their faith in God when they’re locked up because they have nothing else and it just seems fitting to start praying your way out of there. But it was different for me, and I knew it was the moment that I had that epiphany moment. I knew that this was going to be something that changed my life forever. So I spent the rest of my time as I mentioned above, but with grace. Just because I was surrounded by those negative, simple-minded (no offense to anyone-but if the shoe fits) rude, entitled, ungrateful, selfish, greedy people, I didn’t let them rub-off their bad ju-ju on me. I shared everything I had with WHOEVER needed it, even though I was told by multiple parties to do the exact opposite. I ate all the wrong things, but I worked out DAILY. Intense workouts too. Not only was it good for me to stay moving and get the blood flowing which was not encouraged because of the close-proximity of everything in the dorm, but because it was good for my mind, my soul. I missed my family and friends and James, so I prayed for them all the time. I wasn’t sure if anyone would truly be able to forgive me, so I asked God to forgive me. That’s the most important part of forgiveness. And I knew He forgave me. I didn’t get much mail, but I did send it. I colored my pages and designed silly cards. Not just for myself, but for others around me so that they could spread joy to their loved ones that were writing them. I didn’t get to talk on the phone, but that’s ok. I tried everyday to see if anyone had set up an account, but I wasn’t devastated or angry that no one had. Most of the time, I had money on my commissary account, by the grace of God, so even though it wasn’t as much as some people, I almost always had the absolute most necessary things. And, luckily, I did befriend a few wonderful women and we all shared what we had when we needed it. (Thank ya’ll, and love you ladies!) Everyone has to take an “exit class” called “Changes” starting a few months before they get out, and in that class I learned a lot about all of those things we worry about in there regarding our situation upon release. They have the BEST teacher for that class. So honest, so real, so patient. And she, along with some of the girls I did get along with in my dorm, helped me through those anxieties. Helped me realize that only a select few know exactly where they’re going when they get out. The rest of us can do the basic planning, and then we have to trust the process. So I did. I trusted God. It turns out, my father had responded when parole came calling all those months back and had agreed to me staying there when I got out. I was absolutely shocked! God worked in him in ways I never could have imagined. It was very difficult at first. We fought a lot. But we got through it. My family and the friends that mattered, forgave me with no question. I had clothes. I had a vehicle. I had a great p.o., I had a n.a. meeting around the corner, and I had a job. A JOB!! My own company more specifically. Allbeit I didn’t know the first thing about cleaning carpets, but God delivered again! He sent me someone that helped me learn the process and get my first few customers. It took some time to get this company going, but it eventually did. Slooowly but surely. And then Harvey hit. Devastating. Devastating for us, and for millions of other people all across the gulf coast. This is when it gets even more amazing. When I first got out, the very next weekend in fact, Theresa invited me to a women’s retreat with her church. I had been to this church years before and it just wasn’t for me. At that time. But when she asked me to go this time, I decided that I needed to give it another shot. It’s funny because when I was still locked up, I would write to James and tell him how the idea of organized religion still did absolutely nothing for me and that I doubted that I would be going to church. HAAA Anyways, I went to the retreat, and I fell in love. With the women, the fellowship, the idea. And I’ve gone every week and every other chance I get since. Well, I got an email from one of the pastors during Harvey asking for an update from everyone. I didn’t even hesitate. I immediately replied as I was standing in 12 inch water inside my home. That’s my church family and although I had only been going for like 6 months at that point, I knew that didn’t matter. He wanted to know how we were. I got a response within minutes, maybe less. Since then, we have been on a very strict first name basis. I love my pastors. I love my church. I love every single person there. We had people show up that I hadn’t even met before to help with the carnage. Moving stuff, packing stuff, throwing stuff out. People stepped up because that’s what God wants us to do for one another. A big majority of my business has come from people in my church. I have real relationships with people in my church. I am currently sitting on the couch in the home of one of the family’s of my church, house-sitting for them. The church made a fund from donations that they had received for Harvey victims. They gave me total of $4000 over a 2 month period. I have never experience any such thing. That is God. It has been rough after Harvey. We had to move to an apartment. Much smaller than the house. But it’s really not small at all, and it’s literally one door down from my best-friend and her beautiful baby girl that she had in September. The most amazing gift. I am totally and utterly in love with that baby. Something I never ever thought I would say. We lost all of our furniture, but we gained all new furniture donated from Hope Impacts, an organization that helps homeless people with resources they never could have found on their own. I know I’m not homeless, but someone from my church works for this organization and took it upon herself to help us out!! That is God. All of my clothes were lost, but I have been able to slowly recollect and I couldn’t have done it without my church family and the business I have gotten from them. That is God. God has moved and continues to move in my life in ways that are, sometimes, almost unbelievable. Amazing. Beautiful. So, although 2017 hasn’t been what most would call “ideal”, it has been so full of love and friends and family and forgiveness. That is God. I am sober, I am moving along with parole, I am safe, I am full, I am loved, I am grateful. So for 2018, it is not a resolution that I am looking for. It is a movement. A movement to love. To love those I come into contact with on a daily basis. The store clerks, the homeless, the scared, the proud, the woman in line holding a baby that is screaming at the top of her lungs in my ear for no good reason, the mailman, my customers. To love thy neighbor, is to love God. Which is the most important love of all. Thank you 2017, for teaching me to love. And hello 2018, I’m going to love you.

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14 things for 2014

1. Start going to the gym when I'm bored at school 2. Don't overthink things but don't under think things either 3. Take negative people out of my life once and for all 4. Try not to let anxiety take over and branch out more 5. Try being vegetarian for 2 weeks to a month 6. Learn that if it's meant to be it will be and that everything happens for a reason 7. Take a photo a day and go as long as I can 8. Work and make a ton of money for the summer 9. Find a school fits me better 10. FIND OUT WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE 11. Since last year my resolution was to go to as many concerts as possible... now...only go to ones you ABSOLUTELY need to see and save for good seats 12. Do something absolutely crazy spontaneously (road trip, skydive, etc) 13. Be selfless but know that it's ok to be selfish sometimes 14. Learn to love myself

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Farewell 2011 - in Just a Few Hours - Welcome 2012!!

So everybody is making lists and fake lists and all sorts of things for this year end. I am going to go emotional here...

Year of dreams come true Dreams I didn't even know I had. I started the series Improv dreams, and had to stop because things were going so fast... they culminated with an incredible show I co-hosted over Thanksgiving weekend with Kevin Mullaney and where I was on stage with Kevin, Ashley Ward, Kurt Braunohler, Becky Drysdale, Jodi Lennon, Kevin Hines, and Jed Lesnik. It was an incredible night for me! I also joined an all Asian improvisers team, InvAsian, and moved Pou & Nic to the PIT for a regular spot. I performed at the UCB on a regular basis, and even hosted the Soul Glo Project a couple of weeks ago. I made some amazing friends in the improv and comedy community, and started musical improv, which is challenging me intellectually and physically (gotta open that diaphragm!) every time I step on stage. It was also a sad year because I had to break up with some of my teams due to my lack of time. I still love everyone I played with this year - it was overall a great experience.

Year of becoming more involved with women issues My post about the ASSSSCAT show at DCM 13 generated some buzz I didn't expect. It was a strange experience to be thrown into the spotlight for something I wrote about living in a rape culture. I mostly had a lot of support, and a couple of detractors that were pretty verbally abusive. The bottom line is, we do live in a rape culture. I became more aware of women's frustrations in the world of comedy through the many emails I received. It was also the year Bridesmaids was released, so overall, a good year for women in comedy. But the struggle / the battle goes on. We are still far from the parity that needs to happen in the world of comedy. We still hear that women are not funny, or are less funny than men (the response I receive when I ask about parity is: "we simply took the best, without looking at the gender" which effectively means that women are not funny). In 2012, I will take this involvement in women in comedy's issues one step further. Stay tuned.

Year of health issues This year, I went through a lot of health related issues. Some I am not ready to share yet, some involving a big cancer scare over the summer. All I have to say is: perform those self examinations people! Ladies, on your breasts. Gentlemen, on your breasts (YES men DO get breast cancer) and on your testicles. Because shit happens, and when it does, it hits you hard. Fortunately, this time (like last time - because it has happened to me before) it was again a false alarm. But for how long? My father, aunt and grandmother all died of cancer. Who knows if I have the gene or not? It took me some time to process this time - it was a pretty big scare (as in huge lumps in my breasts) - but now, I am back to living my life at 100%: committed, passionate about everything I do. Never mediocre. Get checked. Please.

Year of family issues My mother has been sick for a while. She has a hyperactive thyroid. For those of you who don't know, this is the bad kind of thyroid issue: creates heart disease, eye and vision problems, blood pressure issues, and can ultimately shut down your entire system from over-activity. It's been hard to deal with from so far away. It started right after my father died. We are still dealing with it.

Year of becoming a permanent resident of the U.S. of A. My work visa was ending on Dec. 31 2011, and for a while, I thought I was going to be deported. I had plan B, and C, etc. etc. for my career, for my repatriation, all figured out, but I couldn't settle down. My Green Card came through on December 29, 2011. Yes, these things happen. So I need new goals now, and a new plan A, Plan B, and Plan C. And now, I can settle down, imagine a career in comedy in the US, and finally start dating again. I mean, being serious about dating again, because in the last few years, I've only been in very shallow "relationships" (half ass stuff - which I don't like; I like to do things 100%). Now, I can allow myself to fall in love again!

That's it. Thank you 2011. You've been good to me. I welcome 2012, which is going to be even better.

Also, I will try for fewer typos in 2012 - it's hard when you're dyslexic. I'll try though! Promise!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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