My original purpose of this blog was to keep track of all of my "Things To Do" before my life expires. You know... stuff to do before you kick the bucket. Well people - here's my Bucket List or shall I say "Tabo" List. You only live once, so don't think twice. In addition to my "Tabo" List, you'll find me sharing how it's like to live the life of the wonderful share-bare. Happy Reading! ENJOY!

(inspired by the 2007 movie, The Bucket List )

1.) Pet a Tiger Cub
2.) Hold and Wrap a Snake Around Me
3.) Raise Money for a Good Cause

4.) Run a Half Marathon
5.) Run a Full Marathon

6.) Attend an Oprah Winfrey Show

7.) Meet Drew Barrymore in Person

8.) Go Dog Sledding in the Colorado Mountains
9.) Get Rock Hard Abs

10.) Write My Own Book and/or Sitcom

11.) Be in a Professional Photo Shoot
12.) Compete in a Bus Surfing Contest
13.) Step Inside of Grand Central Station in New York
14.) Cross the Golden Gate Bridge by Foot
15.) Adopt a dog named him Chaw-Lee <--I mean, Bam

16.) Learn to Swim so I Can be a Surfer Chick

17.) Enjoy a Special Brownie

18.) Hale Down a Yellow Cab
19.) Lie in a Hammock with Someone Special
20.) Apply for a Library Card
21.) Get a Black Belt in Kenpo Karate
22.) Get Kissed by a Hottie on New Year's (Strike of Midnight)

23.) Learn to be a Voice Over Artist
24.) Attend a Superbowl Game
25.) Sing the Song 'Killing Me Softly' at a Karaoke Bar
26.) Go Skinny Dipping

27.) Be on T.V.

28.) Go White Water Rafting in the American River
29.) Run up the "Rocky Steps" of the Philadelphia Museum of Art
30.) Marry Mr. Right

31.) Work Out So Hard That I Puke
32.) Go Stand Up Paddle Surfing (or Hoe he'e nalu) somewhere tropical

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

United Airlines Seat 16A

After a fun weekend with my girlfriend, Johanna it was finally time to say farewell to the City of Sin. I'm boarding my flight back home. I decided to just carry on my luggage to eliminate the wait at the baggage claim when I arrive at SFO. As I'm walking down the aisle with my heavy rolling suitcase, I bump it accidentally to this old white man's elbow sitting along the aisle. Oops, Sorry! He mugged me. Oh well. Moving on... I finally spot my row. Cool, I'm almost there! I lift and shove my carry on luggage into the overhead bin right above Row 14. My thumb gets caught under my baggage. OUCH! Get over it Share. Moving on....I get into my row and crap! Some youngin straight up stole my window seat. UGH! How irky is that?! Whatever, I say to myself, the punk a$$ is only 10 or 11. Be nice Share. Moving on...I take Seat 16B (the middle seat)and try to get myself comfortable. I put my seat belt on. I stash my big white purse below the seat in front of me. I untangled the ear phone cords of my iPod. By the time I was done, the flight attendants were seating the Stand By people. There was one empty seat to my right. "Sir, here's an available seat", she says. I didn't mind having someone sitting next to me. He says hi to me. I say hi. I would guess he's was in his mid 40's. He was wearing a button up shirt with slacks. Must have been a business trip, I assumed. His hair was all messy and smelled like he was on Stand By for days. Poor dude. Share, stop putting him down. Moving on...I'm looking down at my iPod setting up my playlist and through the corner of my eyes I see him staring at me as if he was silently demanding for my attention. I straight up ignored it. "You Chinese?", he asks HELLA abruptly. I was somewhat insulted by that question for some reason. I looked up, turned to him, and responded with one word - "No". He adds as if he was complimenting me, "You look Chinese". I obviously wasn't flattered by the remark. I gave him a nasty smirk and a sarcastic smile. Like WTF?! Am I supposed to say thank you? Stop being rude Share. Moving on...Plane finally takes off and this dude to the right tries to strike another conversation. Dude: You live in San Francisco? Me: Uh huh Dude: Where? Me: I actually live in the East Bay Dude: Aaah, I live in Fremont He was expecting for me to carry on this so called conversation but hell no. I smirk again and turned away hoping he doesn't ask me where in the East Bay I live. This time, I wasn't trying to be rude. He was scaring me. Like, he had a constant staring problem. At this point I was straight up furious with the boy with the British/English accent that stole my seat. It's all his fault. His parents should teach him to never ever steal someone's assigned airplane seat. That is just wrong. Thanks a lot kid! I reserved and specifically chose that seat more than a month ago! THANKS! When we landed this kid was straight removing the warning/caution sticker from the back of the seat in front of us. Like dude! Stop trying to vandalize the plane. I so wanted to rat him out. Ugh. Cause mad at a kid that's the same age as my son. I'm wrong, I know. Moving on...


  1. so what happened with the dude?

  2. why couldn't you just tell the lil homie to move?

  3. rolsuno - who knows. i forced myself to fall asleep so he wouldn't bother me. lol!

    reegsta - he was a child who looked excited to sit right next to the window. didn't wanna spole it for him, you know? he's a kid.