Hello? Mr. Ice Cream Truck Man? Is that you?

Photo by Dean Terry / CC BY

As kids we used to play outside all the time until the street lights came on. We would jump rope, hopscotch, ride our bikes, catch bugs, and play in mud. I would have a couple of dollars on me just in case the ice cream truck drove by. Whenever it did come around we would flag down the truck and flock up to the window. My favorite was always the Mickey Mouse ice cream bar.

Where have all the ice cream trucks gone? Is it just my neighborhood? My town? The reason why I’m doing this post is while I was riding my bike in the neighborhood a couple of days ago I heard the rare sound of an ice cream truck. There were no kids outside, and mind you it was a beautiful day!

Have video games and mobile devices replaced the joy of an ice cream truck? Are kids more happy to hear a new text tone than an ice cream truck tune?

What do you think?

And breathe…

Let me tell you about my Sunday.
I relaxed. I breathed. I was very human for once.

I had a craving for dim sum this morning so I gathered the family and treated them to dim sum at Silver Star Chinese. I kept saying yes to everything on the dim sum cart and it really added up. It was very worth it though. Here are a few photos from some of the deliciousness we had today.




Silver Star
5016 Blanding Blvd, Jacksonville, FL 32210

It was so beautiful outside and I didn’t want to waste the beauty away by working on my computer today.
I took my dog for a car wash at Carbux and then headed out to Stockton Park in Ortega. It was just so wonderful there. The flowers, the water, the weather, the birds, the squirrels, and oh my gosh everything!





So now I am blogging about my day while enjoying an Abita and Girl Scout Cookies.
Aaahhhh…yes. =)


The Date Thing?

“Babe I’m bored, can we do dinner and a movie?”


Don’t you EVER get bored of that? Add up the cost of going to the movies including tickets, drinks, and snacks. I will tell you this is not an ideal first date (at least not mine). Why? All you’re doing is sitting in the theater quietly for a couple of hours instead of getting to know this person. Instead, take the money you’re about to spend at the movies and go do something fun and different!

That’s where I step in.

I created The Date Thing in Jacksonville. The Date Thing is not a dating website, there are plenty of those out there if you need it. Jacksonville folks often complain of having nothing to do and that there is no cool places to go on a date. My soon-to-be website and phone app will assist folks with finding great places and ideas for an enjoyable and memorable date.

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Here is a peek at the website’s homepage. Here you’ll see the categories for the type of dates you may be interested in. So far I’ve listed businesses such as The Edge Rock Gym, Painting with a Twist, Publix Apron, and A Social Affair Dance Studio.

In all honesty, it’s a little tough and a little sad writing descriptions to places I’ve never gone to. I think this website should be called, “Places Someone Needs to Take Kemary.” *tears*

Anyways, I have more great ideas for The Date Thing, but I won’t speak of them until it is official!
In the meantime LIKE TDT on Facebook & FOLLOW TDT on Twitter.

River Street Savannah

I fell in love with Savannah’s beauty during an impromptu trip recently. I have a thing for old buildings and the ones along the Savannah River are century old, yet just so beautiful. These used to be cotton warehouses long before it turned into cute little antique shops, restaurants, pubs, art galleries, unique boutiques, and elegant hotels. I brought Lady Canon (yes, I named my camera) along. I had this image in my head of the streets in black & white for a timeless look. Here are the results:

River Street Savannah - Kemary Chan

River Street Savannah - Kemary Chan

River Street Savannah - Kemary Chan

River Street Savannah - Kemary Chan

River Street Savannah - Kemary Chan

River Street Savannah - Kemary Chan

My most favorite is probably the one of the stairs. I have an idea for a photo shoot with those stairs, but lets see who I can get to drive all the way up there with me. ;)

I think I’ll print a couple on canvas and hang it on my wall. I love it.

iKemmy: Throwback Thursday with 50 Cent

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shorty
It’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
And you know we don’t give a *bleep*
It’s not your birthday!

Is exactly what went through my head when I saw Curtis Jackson a.k.a. 50 Cent walk by us behind the pits at the Daytona 500 this past Sunday.



So ladies and gents that is my Throwback Thursday song.

In Da Club – 50 Cent

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My Body

This will be the most personal blog post I’ve done. I’ve decided to take a turn with my blog coming from being professional to semi-personal. This may also be the longest post you’re about to read from my blog. What is it about? It’s me, my body, and I.

I was born with lighter skin and my hair wasn’t exactly your typical black Asian hair. I grew up to be darker, skinny, thick hair, two big front teeth, and I was totally insecure about my knees. Throughout my childhood I was a small and skinny little person. My parents’ friends were always trying to feed me thinking I didn’t eat enough. I ate enough. I played with my mother’s makeup all the time, especially lipstick. She used to put me in dresses and tutus, curl my hair, and applied makeup on me. I loved it. I loved being a girly girl. I loved being a princess (still do). I developed at the age of 11 and I wasn’t sure if I liked that. My mom wouldn’t even let me shave my legs! It wasn’t happening to my friends and I was embarrassed. I decided to dress less girly, wore looser clothing and my hair in a ponytail. If you know me now, you’ll notice that I almost never wear my hair up unless I’m at the gym, cooking or cleaning. I can be hotter than the sun outside and I would probably still keep my hair down.

Then middle school happened. I became a girly girl again. I became more comfortable with my body. Physically I developed into a woman, mentally I was still a child. I had Barbies and Tamagotchis for goodness sake! It’s totally different in this day and age now. I no longer shop in the children’s department, now I was getting my clothes from stores like Rave and Kat Man Du. I don’t know if those stores are still around, but they sold clothes that high school/college girls would wear. You guys…I was only 12. At this age I was wearing department store or high-end brands of makeup.

I entered high school and my self-esteem went down…way down. I had a lot of Asian friends and I hated I mean HATED that I didn’t look like them. They were light skin, thin hair, slanted to slightly slanted eyes, smaller breasts…why do I look so different? Why don’t I look “Asian?” At this time I was about 15 and I was a size 0. Zero. *Never again* My eating behavior changed. I think I was depressed and didn’t realize it. I was 15 what did I know about depression? I went up 5 dress sizes in a year. Listen, I may have went up 5 dress sizes, but I could whoop some butt in badminton. Is that a nerd sport?

Then I turned 18. After gaining all this weight, family began to tease me and made me feel awful about myself. It didn’t make me feel any better. It made feel worse and I believe I got some sort of eating disorder. I ate like there was no tomorrow. I was hiding Little Debbies in my dresser drawers. How sad is that? I continued to gain weight. Pants weren’t fitting right. I hated all my clothes. I hated my body. It didn’t help that I had a grandma who always called me fat, an uncle who always teased me every time I picked up a spoon, and family friends judging my body. I remember my father was in the CCU and I was in the waiting room with a couple of family friends. One of them decided to compare how “fat” I was to her daughter. How dare you? How DARE YOU? I was worried if I will ever see my father conscious again and you’re there to judge my body? Shame. I cried myself to sleep that night hurting for two reasons.

In my early 20s I wasn’t quite the size I wanted to be. Makeup always made me feel better, but it was just hiding what I was ashamed of. I wondered, “How could my boyfriend love me?” I wanted to hide, I didn’t want friends to see me. Then “depression” came. My body was feeling ill and weak and I couldn’t figure out why. I was afraid to see the doctor, but I did. I didn’t like her very much for she barely looked at me at all and I swear she was typing my symptoms into WebMD.com. She finally said I had depression. She subscribed me all kinds of anti-depressants. I never wanted to take them. What did it do? All it did was numb my feelings and I was just a breathing body. Oh, and the cherry on top of this? I was told that I was on the borderline of having diabetes and my heart is at risk. I was 22! It took one day and one person to reverse this “depression.” I haven’t thanked her yet, but I’ve been planning on doing something nice for her. I didn’t want diabetes and I didn’t want to die of heart disease in my 20s so I dropped 40 pounds in less than a year. It can be done. First step, quit the soda. Next step, divorce Little Debbie. Apparently I look like a different person now. People I used to work with would congratulate me on my new body. My boyfriend’s (at the time) friend whom I met plenty of times thought I was a whole new girlfriend.

Twenty-four years old, just started working on my bachelors, and just found out that I got type 2 diabetes. I think my doctor was expecting me to cry and all I said was, “okay.” I had to take oral medication to control it. The first few weeks of taking it was awful. If you’re a woman and just started taking these you would think you’re pregnant. I can’t even begin to explain how it made me feel.

Twenty-seven…I am so much more active. I’ve never felt so healthy in my life! I think I am more happier, confident, and motivated than ever. However, I still see some of my imperfections. These darn stretch marks! What’s with this stupid muffin top? Can’t I just cut you off? I still wear makeup, but less of it now compared to 3 or more years ago. I will probably always wear it, but I’ll have my days when I run errands in my sweats, hair up, and no make-up. Who am I trying to pick up at Publix? Nobody. *insert laughter*

So, why did I decide to blog about this? I don’t watch a lot of television, but when I do I watch The Today Show. I woke up this morning and they were doing something called, “No make-up Monday” and “#LoveYourSelfie.” The anchors went bare on their face including Dr. Oz. I looked up on Twitter and Instagram #LoveYourSelfie and saw all these natural beauties. How inspiring. I don’t know these people, but it amazed me. It lifted me up a some.


I took that this morning. I will tell you the Samsung Galaxy Note 3 does not have the best front facing camera. Anyways I’m not trying to bash a phone, I’m just taking a step into becoming more confident about my natural body. Sure I don’t have the tummy (or height) of Adriana Lima, but I will be the best that I can be.



Her. She posed for Glamour Magazine in the September 2009 issue found on page 194. She’s not a model or anybody famous, she’s a person like you and I. If I could write a personal letter to thank her for inspiring me then I would. Read the story here: Glamour.com

So what do you do when you wake up and have that “ugly” or “fat” day? Take a deep breath. Keep yourself occupied. Pick up a hobby. Hug somebody. Compliment a stranger. Set a goal that you can reach that you know will make you proud of yourself. STOP complaining about your body parts because nobody wants to hear it. And my gosh if that guy doesn’t like your physical appearance than boo-hoo, screw him. You are you. You are beautiful.

This is my story. A story I was once ashamed to speak of. I hope it has inspired someone to not feel alone or ashamed. I hope it has made someone smile. If I can be a tough cookie (or cupcake) through all this then I am so sure YOU can be too.

Smile, I hope you have a gorgeous day.