Not for the faint hearted.

This post goes a little in depth to morality and 'life'. 

Just a warning.

Most of us hate the word itself, which is why we'd rather refrain from saying it. But in all truth, Abortion is a real issue. The reason I bring this up is because yesterday, I went to the clinic with one of my girlfriends. She's in a real pickle here. A month ago she had the feeling she was pregnant. No period, light spotting, even a little weight gain. I told her to take a test. Last week the results were positive. Now comes the moment of truth, keep it or abort it. Now, being she's only 21 years old, I have the utmost respect for her if she chooses the abort route. I personally believe that if the mother isn't ready to have a child, that the option should be put out there and legally allowed (here in HI, is). She knew that she was not ready and made her decision clear. She began looking for clinics with the service and came across many rude receptionists, as most people usually would be, given the situation at hand (to each their own). She finally found a place that said the cutoff was 10 weeks pregnant, and that she would need to find out how far along she was before they made any further decisions. With that said, I went with her to an ultrasound clinic yesterday. The woman had squeezed us in at the last minute, allowing us to get an ultrasound and virtually see the baby inside her (not the best visuals for a pre-abort mother, but still, necessary to determine the time we had). I almost cried.

The first images up on the giant plasma screen in front of us showed a fuzzy black and white image of the inside of a stomach, as I was imagining. The next image shocked me. From what looked like a kiwi, turned into a little baby lying sideways with its legs folded, arms in the air. That's right, arms. I could make out fingers and a nose, even. My girlfriend was shocked, but I was proud of her for not freaking out, like we had planned out earlier in the elevator ride up. The doctor gently ran the ultrasound stick over her stomach and tried to get the baby to move. It kicked. It moved. It almost did a little dance and I couldn't help but laugh. It was so cute. My girlfriend sat there, in a stable position, in awe. The doctor told us she was 14 weeks pregnant. That was 10 more than we had initially thought and my whole intentions for helping her find an abortion specialist slowly washed down the drain...the drain of my morals. 

With a copy of the ultrasound in hand going down the elevator, the three of us, I kept thinking, went to eat dinner. There goes happy hour. I did not want her drinking, partying, doing any kind of rough activity. Call me mother, but I felt like I saw into the birthing of my own child. I asked her how she was doing and she said she was fine. A lot more stable than I would've been. I asked her if her decision had changed and she said no. With that said, I had a lot of stuff on my mind, letting her know only about 50%, most being the 'do what's right for you' side. The other 50% of me wanted to tell her to keep it, to give it up for adoption if anything, seeing how far along the baby already was. Even when I joked around with her about how we could be using the HOV lane for carpooling, I felt the morality kick in. I care about her so much, and I want what's best for her, especially while she's in a sticky situation. If her decision is to rid it, I will stand by her 100%, whether it is morally or realistically incorrect. It's her body, her life, her decision, and that's what I believe any woman or girl has the right to act upon. 

Realistically, would you support abortions considering the mother wouldn't be ready to handle a child? She could consider adoption, but she'd still have to go through the pregnancy for 9 months, leaving her with emotional and physical after effects.

Morally, would you support abortions knowing and seeing that a another life is blossoming inside a human that isn't ready?

Given all of life's ups and downs, a more serious problem arises once in a while.

This one is truly dealing with life.

White and Yellow White and Yellow

If you're familiar with this term, then I don't know how you got into my mind. I've been noticing recently that a lot of White girls are going for Asian guys. Ain't that a trip?

Yellow Fever is the real term for this, in which case it's usually the White guy going for the Asian girl. How interesting that the tables have finally turned (thanks America's Best Dance Crew). The dealios is that my best friend (White) is dating this Korean guy. They share the same food and the same height. Now I have no prejudice against any type of union whatsoever, but it's funny to me how such an odd looking couple are breaking the stereotypical roles. 

I've found that most Asian girls will NOT date an Asian guy because:

1. He looks like her brother.

2. He's not Paul Walker.

3. He makes up for not being Paul Walker by being too aggressive.

4. He's making up for other things by being too aggressive.

I've also found that White guys WILL date Asian girls because:

1. They're small/easy to pick up.

2. They're book smart.

3. They're ethnic and smell like dumplings.

4. It's a fad.

Majority of couples I see are Male Whitey and Female Yellowy. But how many Male Yellowies and Female Whiteys do you usually see? 1 out of 20? Asian guys are usually less dominant when it comes to White females. The White Female (or majority of all females) are dominant creatures. Look at Wonder Woman. Look at Betty Ford. Look at Martha Stewart. Strong women. If I were an Asian man, I'd sure be intimidated. It's funny how in America, an Asian woman can have all the power (because she's ethnic and saucy), but an Asian man has no game (because he's nerdy and *supposedly* has a small ding dong). ((NO OFFENSE OK)). When we pair Asian man and Wonder Woman together, we have WonderRice and peanut butter doesn't sound too good on rice. 

I don't have a point for this, I'm just thinking out loud.

If you had the choice to date another race, ANY RACE AT ALL, would you do it just to break the stereotype?

Let freedom ring!