Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground.
-Theodore Roosevelt

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Perfect Bloke


The Perfect Man is funny. He can make you laugh at everything including yourself. He makes you smile at the simplest things he says. He is silly and adorable and we can't get enough of him. He is hardworking at his job that brings home the bacon, and also at home, where he also cooks said bacon, because the Perfect Man also cooks. He has his friends but he knows the difference between family time and hangout time. He understands that women like to be independent at times but still remains chivalrous but not in the knight in shining armor thing because that's a bit of an overkill. He is sweet but not overly sweet. He knows how to do laundry, dishes, and always always always puts the toilet seat down. He's respectful of my parents and they adore him. He will defend my honor and save my life without a second thought. He will never forget an anniversary no matter how small the occasion, like the first time we held hands...that shit is important. He is confident but he does not toe the line of being cocky. He is not critical and thinks that you're the most beautiful girl in the world no matter how much you look like hell. He is responsible in all aspects of life, including financially, but still knows how to have fun and spoil you in the process. He is forgiving and understanding. He is a great listener and gives heartfelt advice. He is handsome, dresses nicely and maintains a presentable appearance. He is intelligent but never uses it against you. He is trustworthy and never doubts you. He is friendly and well liked. He is helpful and doesn't complain. He is not jealous. He does not engage in PDA unless provoked by you. He is mature and patient. He is affectionate. He is ambitious and strong-willed. He is tolerant. He is laid back and creative. He will take you on dates and open your car door for you. He is somewhat mysterious but doesn't play games. He's genuine and wellllllll....perfect.

In all honestly, I would never date this Perfect Man. Sure I want bits and pieces of this man, this perfect perfect man who is every girls dream come true. I want him to be funny, actually I need him to be funny. I need him to be honest. I want him to be a professional chef but that's a tad bit unrealistic. If he can make me toast in the morning, I'll take it. As for forgetting anniversaries? I can't ask him to do things I can't even manage. I want him to want to help me and confusing girl stuff like that. I want him to be trustworthy and not jealous but hey, guys get jealous. I've come to accept that. I hope that he think I'm adorable,sexy, beautiful and cute even when I don't feel like it and I hope he tells me so. I prefer a man with a six pack but come on, where am I gonna find one of those?  I want him to be of above average intelligence and handsome but I'm not going to set the bar too terribly high. The Perfect Man doesn't exist. All in all, waiting around for some bloke to fit the description of the Perfect Man is ridiculous. He doesn't exist. Perfect doesn't exist. But hey, imperfect is perfect with me. 

Friday, January 21, 2011

There's this beach in southern California, Huntington Beach. It's crowded, smelly and polluted but I love it. I love the beach in it's entirety but hate the the single elements. Since I moved inland things have changed; I no longer mind the feeling of the rough sand between my toes and the waves that splash on my face. Our families took us there on weekends for a cheap fun day. Parking was always a hassle, along with finding the perfect spot that wasn't too close to anyone but close enough to hear the waves and see the kids in the water. This place, Huntington Beach, holds many memories for me.
One day when I was little my family and my cousins went to Huntington beach; My Grandpa and aunt and uncle met us there later. My brothers and I decided to play a game of tackle football, girls against boys, which might have been a little unfair. The girls are the older and were biggest at the time while the boys were little, so boys verses girls was a bit stacked for the girls side. We were all having a blast although few of us could throw or catch a ball very well. My very competitive little brother got really into the game and tackled me really hard and accidental pulled off my bathing suit top. I was as red as my fat uncles sun burnt back. I returned that embarrassment by shoving his face into the sand the very next play. I felt justified. The game did not last very long but the fun did. After we went swimming to cool off and enjoy the surf while our parents sat and enjoyed the sunshine.
Later that same day there was an accident at the beach. A tourist that was not a strong swimmer got caught in the current and was taken out to sea. He was there one moment and gone the next. The lifeguards looked everywhere for him but to no avail. They brought in helicopters, had the jet skis out and every available lifeguard was searching the coast. The young man never showed up. I took life for granted before that fateful day at Huntington Beach.
Life is so easy to just forget how to live to the fullest. You can easily get caught up in being busy and stressed and sick and tired. Think about it. Why choose that? Why not just wake up and be happy? It's a simple choice and lately that's the first thing I think about when I wake up. Be happy. It makes a huge difference in your day to day life.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Well as you guessed it...

...I started blog. Thrilling, right? Right. I'm basically copying Rachel. I also get bored very often. Why not put my wasted time to use?


Hello, my name is Emily Emiko Davis. Yeah, I’m unique. One of a kind. Kinda. I’m mostly like every other teenage girl in the world. I love make up, shoes and shopping...right? Well I’m half Japanese, I can tie shoes with my toes and have massive dimples. I'm around five foot two and weigh....welllll that's none of your business. I figured I'd start this blog so I can vent a little. Don't follow me if you don't wanna hear me bitch ;)