Unhappy closure in the Annie Le case

Feelings of wretched disappointment washed over me this morning when I read the major headline on CNN. I felt my belly do a 360 flip and my heart stopped beating for a mere second. I'm aware that violence happens everywhere but what I did not know is can individuals be immune to such violence? I've spent my childhood in the most dangerous, poverty-stricken areas of Los Angeles where I was exposed to hate crimes, gang violence, random attacks, and even child molestation and rape on a day-by-day basis. I know that violence is something that I am unable to escape, no matter where I reside now, despite my residential history, I just assumed that I have become used to the fact that violence happens. Apparently, I have been contradicting myself for years and today I'm now facing that truth. I've been following the Annie Le case ever since she was reported missing with the highest of highest hope that she was kidnapped for ransom and would later be found alive and well but with scrapes, bruises, or maybe some broken joints (this is reality folks, I doubt kidnapped victims are ever found unscathed) - but alive is what I was aiming for. There's a heavy air over me and I can't seem to shake it off. Headlines of child brides deceased after giving birth, homeless and pregnant foster girls thrown out of foster care, the disgusting DuGard case that reminds of the Fritzl guy in Austria case, are swirling around me. I feel so helpless and hopeless. I'm just ranting again. I know there are many like myself out there who had huge hopes that she would be found alive, rather than the way she was found.

Weekly Rant

I've been sucked into the Annie Le homicide case and have become irritable at how little updates there has been about the case. Last week, I wanted some sort of a happy ending - actually, a more realistic one. Here is one that I had imagined last week before the tragic Sunday. I figured the professor she was an assistant too was somehow involved in her disappearance since he had canceled class the same time her disappearance was noticed. I had hoped that maybe he kidnapped her since she witnessed something (I haven't yet thought about what that something is yet) that he wasn't supposed to be doing. All I wanted was for her to alive and well. Now I read that a body has been found stuffed into the wall in the basement lab. Of course, it isn't yet confirmed that it's her, but I have this horrible sinking feeling about this. I feel like crap. I'm starting to hate watching the news. That's my weekly rant for the week.

September 12th, 2nd Saturday!

This was the craziest 2nd Saturday event that I've ever experienced. We had a total of 5-tag-alongs (total strangers that followed our group) and ony 2 out of the 5-tag-alongs stuck with us until we all decided to part ways at the end of the night. Crazy, ain't it? It began with just four of us: Philliam, Venetian, Jazzy Jazz and myself. We had a scrumptious dinner at Zocalo that was absolutely fantastic. I wished Mermaid joined us but she had some busy things to do. I love Zocalo's complimentary green rice that comes with every entree. The dessert is not bad either. It's my third time eating there. The first three times weren't so significant on my memory since the first time I was having one of those ugly days where I felt, looked, and had an ugly day. The second experience, I was sick and could not enjoy the food as much. Lastly, the third time was with my brother Sunny the Bunny and Richard. Very awkward since they didn't know what was going on with Philliam and I yet (early confusing state of dating where I thought I was gay and he didn't think he'd ever date girls of my race). HAH! But this fourth time was GOOOD. I actually enjoyed the food so much better.

Of course it's an Art Walk, so we walked around and checked out what local Sacramento artists had to offer us.

The first spot we hit up was located in the apartment complex nestled between Buckhorn Grill and Ginger Elizabeth's Chocolate. I don't normally like taking pictures of someone else work just because I feel that it's a tad bit rude and tacky - unless I ask for permission. At this particular booth, Jazzy was already schmoozing her way in so I was able to talk about the materials used on the jewelry pieces and where can I purchase later. Her jewelry company is called BlissJewelry and her pieces are amazing! She also sells locally at Sugar Shack and somewhere else in Roseville, so I'm going to have to hit up Sugar Shack soon. I have yet to spend my birthday discount cards there.

Now here is where it starts to get really interesting, we decide to take the lightrail to make our journey a bit easier and ended up picking up 3 people from the lightrail! We told them they could join our group while we walk the streets. We all got along so well and that made our night so much more interesting.

Later that evening, Mermaid decides to save us from walking many, many miles back to civilization and picks us up on the corner of P and 14th like the group of prostitutes we are. This is just our growing number of group members.

Here we are in my workplace garage acting the fool! woot woot Getting out the shops around town.

This is where two random guys joined our group but we lost them later after they got some girls numbers. They are located on the very top - two white guys. Like what Mermaid said, booty call. I don't really understand how people are so comfortable with doing something so intimate with a complete stranger. I mean, I understand the thrill and excitement of it all and there is nothing wrong with that, this is the new age thing, but I don't think I would do something like that. I would honestly have to get to know someone before anything intimate can happen. Call me old fashion.

This is the end to our adventurous night and all those that stayed with us. I still can't take that green rice from Zocalo out of my tongue. Yum...

Until next time. Sincerely, VioletSnowflakes.