Jennifer Que.
Best known as Que .
Orange Coast College.
CNH Circle K International.







Whatever you guys do, just please be safe :*


you can find this on my tagged/wizardmickeyls for future reference.. this is so damn important. 

as someone who works a safety team at events I can promise you this is accurate and incredibly useful! Honesty is truly the best policy with this stuff when things go south

I’ve always known this and super glad someone put this into a simple but informative post. Reblog reblog reblog

There’s an electro festival close to where I work and every year, we admit a few dozen overdoses.
Knowing what we’re up against makes it so much easier for us to take care of you. We’re not here to judge, we’re here to help. We realize you didn’t intend to overdose, you just got unlucky.

(Source: emt-monster)


A while ago I was asked about the construction of the Vietnamese Ao Dai and Chinese Cheongsam/Qipao. I had a few dresses at my disposal and figured it would be fun to do a compare and contrast. Due to the small collection, I was only able to photograph a few samples (all tailored circa 2000s, except one I’m sure…). This basically just covers the “classic” tailoring styles of Ao Dai and Cheongsam/Qipao. The latest trends may not adhere to it!

NOTE: For simplicity’s sake, I primarily used the word Cheongsam (Cantonese) instead of Qípáo (Mandarin) because its wider use as an English loanword.

09.10.14 Humbled by the Air.

I’m exhausted tonight (or rather, very early morning since it’s 1:59AM). I was about to drift off into very guilty I’m-really-sorry-world-I’d-like-to-make-more-clones-of-me-JUST-so-I-can-get-more-work-done-but-there’s-not-much-left-in-me doze, but then I received a message from someone whom I hadn’t seen in years. 

Kevin and I were classmates in my senior year of high school (He was a junior I think.), but since I graduated, we never saw each other after that. It wasn’t until very recently that we became Facebook friends, but after mere Instagram likes and Facebook comments, he sent me this message: 

"Hey I know it’s been a while, but one glad to see you’re doing well… Continue to work hard.. You’re definitely a role model for ppl like me.."

Amid my drowsiness, I began to feel so emotional and humbled. You see, he’s serving in the Air Force, with his own title and his own gradation, and if that isn’t enough, he has been such an incredible, loving father (I when we’d sit in class, and he would be so excited when talking about his then unborn son.). 

How can I possibly be a role model for someone who works so hard for me and EVERYONE else? You’ve been through so much for ALL of us, and my efforts simply can’t compare to all that you do. 

Feeling crummy, not for, but about myself these past few weeks is a definite understatement. I’ve been questioning my worth, my worth to others and my worth for others, but I’m reminded that: 

  • Sometimes, it’s not all about you. Step back and take a look at the bigger picture. There’s a whole world out there that’s revolving. 
  • Instead of sulking, go make a difference. 
  • You’re not alone, and don’t become selfish and MAKE yourself alone. You know some of the most incredible, supportive people who show you so much kindness regardless of whether you saw them 7 hours ago or 4 years ago. You’re very lucky.
  • You’re not a horrible person. You are loved and appreciated.

Thank you, Kevin. Thank you for restoring a part of me, and I hope that I’ll never forget your words.

If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.

We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.

They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.

Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.

~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.

From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)

This is so important.

(via cesperanza)


I like clingy people

I like when they text me good morning or call me. Check up on me all the time. I actually don’t find that annoying. I don’t get how you couldn’t like that. Someone constantly wanting to talk to you and show you affection. I love it when someone does that. That keeps me happy and it will keep me from leaving. It shows that you are thinking about me.

(Source: touchmykittykat)