Warriors
Ack, Warriors lost the second game. I hate it when stupid players can't hold their tempers. Two ejections? All you have to do is calm down and you can win. Well, hopefuls like me think they can win.
Jack
I tried so hard to be up to date last week with having daily posts. I think I will have to give up that endeavor for this week. I'm too busy with midterms.
I was channel surfing the other day and I stopped on Comedy Central.
A song came on:
"Du, du has mich, Du has mich hoaf..."
This made me think of Jack. What is this movie?
Today's picture comes from Maison Ikkoku. My second favorite anime series of all time. It's been made into real life. And like most things cartoon into real life, it will probably suck. Just look at Transformers. But look! look! it stars the Japanese Katherine Hepburn, Misaki Ito. The show will air in Japan in the middle of May at 9 PM I think. Thank you, fansubbers!
I dream of Kim
"Little blue bird on my shoulder.
It's a fact.
It's actual.
Everything is satisfactual.
Zippi-dee doo da Zippi-dee Ay
My oh my what a wonderful day."
I always sing this song when I am bored. It helps pass the time. I took this picture while hiking with Kim a couple months ago.
Speaking of Kim, I had a dream about Kim today. I think I may have the 6th sense or is it the 7th sense now that six is taken by ghosts? Anyway, I dreamt Nam and I were at Kim's house drinking. We were laughing and talking and having a blast. There was another guy too but he was kinda blurry. He might be Deepak. I don't know. Jack and Y-Y arrive with Wendy's late of course. I immediately start picking at the fries. I then ask Y-Y where's the soda? She said that she doesn't want to go to the bathroom because Kim might get mad. The last time she went, something terrible happened. And because of association Jack can't drink anything either. I then go the kitchen and take one of Kim's dad's private moonshine. It was good. And the three of us drink and drink.
Later this morning while in class. Kim calls. And then I get an email from her. She rarely ever calls or emails. Spooky huh?
Playboy
Hung in a tie. He's cool. I remember talking to him about winning the lottery some three years ago. The guy's attitude and cheerful disposition never changes.
My teacher brought in a Playboy to school today. It was an early 90's edition with the Barbi triplets... or something like that. I forgot their name. It's those 3 gorgeous blonds, you might know them if you are a pervert. Anyway, she wanted to show us this guy in the issue that was now a woman. She posed nude. And wow, she was very pretty. My professor said, "If you are a guy, would you really kick her out of bed." I chuckled to myself. She doesn't know that for guys, it's not what's on the outside that counts. It's what's on the inside.
Stats
I like the way my hair looks today. It's so shiny.
I guess I should mention it since it is so relative to me. Even though it isn't. Someone in class mentioned today that she cried about it at home after hearing all the stories even though she doesn't know anyone that goes to that school. I thought of it statistically like I do with everything and I am glad my professor made a point about it. She said, you have a higher chance of dying on the L.A. freeway coming to class today than of getting shot by a student at school."
Reconciliation dinner
Definitely gotten fat.
Had dinner with Mark the other day and we started talking about reconciliation. It is a subject that's been on my mind for awhile now since the sermon given by Pastor John and a couple of his substitutes. He gave me some further insights on how I could relieve the problem. He's given me a plan of attack. I know what I have to do now. And most importantly, I can actually do it. I don't actually want to do it. But it's not so unappealing that I would avoid it. So it's a good thing.
Universal Cousin
Ohmigosh, I look fat. But I think it's only because I am standing next to my toothpick of a cousin. We went to Universal Studios the other day. Going there on an early Spring Friday is awesome. We actually saw every single show at the park. Very few lines and people. I think Nam would like an amusement park like this where you watch things happen rather sit in a moving truck. I surely did. My headache was kept to a minimum here. They had a live showing of Fear Factor. The show is over but they had the audience come up to do the stunts and drink nasty juice. The haunted house was so funny! Kenna is a scary movie buff. She loves ghost stories and so the first place she wanted to visit was the haunted house. It was pretty scary I have to say. I would be scared but I had too much fun laughing at her clutching on the back of my sweater.
One thing peculiar about her is that she feels very comfortable telling me personal things. Things that I don't think she should be telling me. Haven't I said it enough times? I can't keep secrets. People need to stop telling me things. Do I have some kind of aura that says, tell me your personal feelings? I must do because people keep telling me things. I'm not complaining or anything, I love juicy gossip. I just wonder what it is. Maybe I can use it to my advantage. Like a secret agent. Get close to my target. Get her to divulge international trade secrets. Reap the rewards from the Queen. Isn't that cool?
Flapping springs rolls
Here's my latest experiment. Again, it looks better than it tastes. I think it's because I messed up the sauce. I need to fix it somehow.
You guys know what the butterfly effect is? It basically means the universe is in random motion and chaos. A butterfly flaps its wings in Beijing and thus, we have a snowstorm in New York City. Two seemingly unrelated events are somehow connected. I set up an Evite for whitewater rafting again this year. And this is what my sister wrote down for her maybe reply:
"Argh, cruise ship sunk in the Mediterranean. I need some time to think."
Shaving woes
To continue my humble expressions. I forgot my electric shaver at home last week. So I slothed my way over to Ralph's and found their selection quite mediocre. At the upper end were the Mach 3 shavers priced at $7 on sale. I decided on a pack of store brand shavers at the very attractive price of $2.99. Why pay more? I still have my electric one at home. I soon found out why they were so cheap, sharp muthertruckers. As luck would have it. If I had just waited a couple of days, this free sample shaver would have arrived in my mail. But not before I mangled my face below. It's actually worse because there are three other cuts on my face I couldn't quite get to stand out in front of the camera. I was hoping it looked like I was in a fist fight. But my cousin told me.... yeah, it looks like a shaving cut. All four of them. All because I was too cheap.
Humble garter
I thought there would be money in the garter. It's odd seeing all the girls rush to the bouquet but all the guys scatter from the garter. I went for it instead. I wanted it. I don't know why but even if there were no money. I wanted it. And I got it. Now where is that lucky girl to marry me?
I think I say too much nice stuff about myself. So let me humble myself and say some things that are less flattering. A couple months ago my LG needed someone to do food reminders and birthday celebrations. I decided to take up the jobs because I wanted to help out the LG that has done so much good for me. I can't contribute monetarily so services is the next best thing I can do. So people have a sign up sheet where they put their names down to bring food for LG. My job is to call them a couple days before and remind them. Birthdays, I just have to get a card and cake when someone's birthday comes up. Pretty simple jobs I thought.
Two months later our sign up sheet has a couple of holes in it. So last week, I asked a fellow LG member if he would like to bring food next week. He agreed. He signed his name down on the April 11th line. Come Monday this week Mark calls me up in the morning and says, "Hey John, remember to remind people to bring food this week." The heck? You're reminding me to remind people? Kinda redundant don't you think? Being the irrational me, I was a bit upset that he had to call me to say that.
On Tuesday Kimberly calls and says I should let the people bringing food know that they don't have to. There's some extra food from Sunday brunch. So I gave a call to that person who signed up on the 11th to cancel. You know what that guy said to me?
"You know John, you should email people to remind them."
I replied, "So does that mean you'd rather get an email than a phone call? Cause Jen and Mark told me to call people."
He then said, "No, you should email people on Monday so that they have time to prepare."
What a stupid comment I thought. I put a mental note to email him on Monday from now on. I am doing a service here to remind people. Not to inform them. They sign their name on certain dates. They should already know when they need to bring food.
I later saw Mark during LG and he said, "oh I called you on Monday because
he called me and wasn't sure if
he was bringing food or not. I don't know anything about it that's why I called to remind you." Ah, you see why am I an idiot? There is a perfectly rational reason to Mark's behavior. See that totally makes sense why he called me.
But that person, what a jerk. I just talked to him the week before. He wasn't sure? He put his name down on April 11th to bring food and he wasn't sure if he had to bring food on April 11th? What the heck? I didn't call to remind him because I didn't think it was necessary. It was just a week ago that I said, "You're bringing food next week." Arghhh.... some people don't make sense to me. So right now I am upset with him. I hope, like I was with Mark, that some rational explanation comes up. I'm confused now.
For birthdays. Mark said he would email me an excel spreadsheet with everyone's names. Having seen nothing. I haven't done anything about it. So on Wednesday I asked him about it. He said he put it up on the googlegroups. Knowing how these computer things turn out, I said, "Could you just email me spreadsheet?" I have yet to receive it. So the irrational person in me is coming up to hurdles with management. Grrrrr.... I'll remind him again in person. Patience. my son.
Hoang's Wedding B
During the banquet, I decided to lather chocolate all over myself. It wasn't intentional. I just couldn't get this stuff into my mouth and off my chest at the same time. There was this chocolate fondue waterfall machine. The hors d'oeuvres were to die for. There was this pizza cheese thing. MMM MMMM!!! Anyway, those earlier stains on my shirt had plenty of friends after I went through this amazing display of sweetness. Nam taught me a trick. I should cup my hands under the food to prevent spillage. I'll have to put that to use next time.
See the girl on the left? She was flanked by CB'ing friends to the left and right. I didn't like the one on the left so I cut her out of the picture. My friend tried to hit on her but he wasn't successful. My other friend in this picture didn't do as well either which is a rare miss for him. I think it's due to his more mature look. He used to look much younger. I guess he's been working too much the past year since I've seen him. A third guy at the table managed to get a short dance with her.
I formulated this dorky thing in my head. Try to follow me here. I saw Kim for breakfast the next morning. I was going to ask her if this is normal among girls. Do they always put the most attractive girl in the middle so that she won't get harassed by too many guys. Then I would say to her, "Did you always sit in the middle among your friends?" Oooohhhh, that would have been nice. But it didn't work out too well. I took too much time setting up the question and before I could say the final line, she already started answering my question. Pffttt...
These two brave souls started dancing first. They were pretty good too. They're the maid of honor's parents. Earlier in the day, when I found out the maid of honor's date, Son, was sitting at the head table, I immediately went up to him to voice my displeasure. He wasn't here in the morning being scolded by a mean sister of the bride and yet he gets the best table in the house? Son took in my concerns, smiled smugly, and said, "Don't hate the player, hate the game." Touche my good friend. At the banquet, I see him and his lonesome self twiddling his thumbs.
You see, the bride and groom and bridemaids have to go do greetings at every table so they never sat down for long. He was pretty much up there for everyone to see doing nothing. So I went up to him to gloat. "Hah, don't you wish you were sitting at the singles table like me. We're all having lots of conversation and fun." But Son just smiled big for me like this. Ooooohhh, weddings are fun! =D
Hoang's Wedding A
Yikes, this is a good picture.
"Doo doo doo
doo doo doo,
Ring! Ring!"
Goes my phone at 7:20 AM. "John I need you here now!" said the bride to be. Darnit, I was supposed to get another hour of sleep. I crept out of the sofa and donned my evening attire. I looked sharp except for those two food stains on the left side of my blue shirt. I should have washed this from last time I wore it. No worries, I thought, I'm wearing a jacket over it. Turns out they won't be lonely long. They'll be joined by additional stains later during the banquet.
I arrived at her house to find out that she only needed me to put up a single heart decoration high up on the wall. Sure it was great to be of help, but seriously, that lazy little brother of her's would have been a better candidate. I ended up snapping pictures of bridesmaids. It was fun watching them get dressed. They all looked like little porcelain dolls.
I saw Thao come in later with a bun in the oven. This was the girl I had a crush on back in high school. Now she was huge! I felt her stomach and it was the weirdest thing. I asked if I could feel her belly button. Did it turn from an innie into an outtie like they say it would? She laughed and said yes. I saw her sitting on a chair with her legs wide open but before I could snap a picture of her sitting "manstyle" she closed her legs again all embarrassed. I need a new camera that can take pictures faster. Moments like this are just too precious to miss.
Later, I was drafted to participate in the Vietnamese tray offering ceremony. I was bored waiting around so I decided to juggle the tray in my hand with various fingers. Suddenly a woman in a yellow dress looked at me sternly and said, "Hey YOU, Stop playing around! This is serious! You better not do this at the temple. The monks are very strict!" I presumed that was Hoang's older sister and she turned out to be wrong. The monks at the temples were actually extremely kind.
At the temple. the monks started doing various chantings. I was even more bored because now this was in a totally different language. Everyone opted to sit down for the 20 minute ceremony while the monks, nuns, bride, and groom stood. That's not really fair. So I stood with them. At least I can play around with my feet while I waited. I found out that my feet has conformed to my shoes. I can stand in shoes for a long time. But standing in my socks was painful. You can't wear shoes inside the temple.
We caravaned for a second time over to the groom's parent's house and had brunch. Mmmm good food. We found out I didn't have the wedding gown in my car nor the veil. This was gonna be trouble. But it was OK because the Chinese chicken salad was uber delicious. I picked up some jelly beans before Lee made me race over to Gamble Gardens. That was the fastest I ever downed a salad.
At Gamble Gardens, we found out I didn't have scissors. We also had no tape for the procession white carpet. Thusly, I became a statue for a few hours fighting the wind trying to overturn the carpet. I stood on it while watching the cool lady play the harp. I fought off many silk caterpillars that wandered their way onto my suit. Finally 2 hours late, the missing dress was where it was supposed to be: on the bride. That's when I snapped this picture.
The awkward touch
That's 4 weddings in a one year period. Who's next?
I was in the car the other day dropping my friend off for dinner when she places the back of her hand against the back of my hand. OK, strange, stop it please. Then she reaches over towards my right shoulder. What the heck is wrong with her? Doesn't she know I don't like to be touched? She laughed and laughed. After I drove away I felt very jittery. It was as if I almost got run over by a bus. I was that close to getting... hit. Stupid girl make me feel weird.
Later that night, I head over to my sister's to play cards and to pick up her microwave. Hey, she always wanted to buy a stainless steel microwave so my mishap was a perfect reason for her to get a new one and give me her old one. See, it all works out in the end. Efficient huh?
Mandy dropped by and said , "Oh I'm so glad to see you John. It's been so long since I've seen you. Why don't you call me some time." Darn, how many times have I heard those words. I really need to start calling people more often but I don't want to. Seriously, I think I belong in the Victorian times. I actually prefer people to write mail to me. I could write to anyone who is willing to write me back. Email and phone calls are just too convenient. Anyway, she said she might have time to see me on Sunday. So I considered if I should tell her what was on my mind. I have a few things I wanted to say to her that I never got a chance to. I didn't think I ever would.
I called up the maid of honor and tried to collect information on my participation in Hoang's wedding. Is there anyway I can weasel my way out of the morning events which would most likely be boring and in Vietnamese? She sounded disappointed but said I have to at least make it to the 2:30 PM ceremony.
YES!!! I was about to drop some of my pear cider to her but Hoang called and said it goes to her house instead. So I dropped them off to her instead. When I waved bye to her, she smiled and said, "I will see you first thing 9 in the morning!"
NO!!! I'm so tired.
M
Here's my date to Hoang's wedding. Shhhhh... she doesn't know she's my date. So don't say anything. We'll just pretend I am cool like that. Oh Don is on my left and Huy is on the far right.
Friday morning, I went to see her. She is one of two people I know that wakes up early in the morning. I'm wouldn't call myself a morning person in that I don't wake up cheery and happy about the world. But I wake up early in the morning because I don't like seeing the sun come down before my tasks are finished. Thus I schedule things to happen in the morning, dentist appointments, classes, tests, etc. It is such a rare occurrence to see anyone this early outside of work, classes or ski trips that I scarcely believed my eyes. It was very pleasant to see her smile while frost is still nipping the air. After our chat, I felt good. Although a little uneasy because she expressed more than I did. But anyway, if only I could have her in pill form to take every morning, days would turn out much nicer.
Sibling Rivalry
I saw a lot of these things while walking the streets of Ensenada. It's as if no one can afford a whole car. They just shop pieces of cars together to make one.
I was brought back to those old days of sibling rivalries while talking to my friend today. Here's my story: While waiting to disembark the cruise ship I decided I would separate my suit from my brother's suit. He had been sharing my bag for the duration of our vacation. He neglected to bring a bag for his suit from Japan. Since I would be dropped off in LA while the rest of the family heads up to San Jose, I thought it prudent to separate my stuff from his. He decided it best that I give him my bag instead because he'll need it for the rest of the trip. I can always buy another bag at Walgreens or something. I declined his offer because I didn't want to bother with going to buy another bag. He insisted saying my suit will just go in my closet anyway. In the end, he called me stubborn and not willing to listen.
Hello? Who made you boss of everything? Are we supposed to bend over backwards to entertain your needs? I don't have to share something I don't want to share. I just thought he was the same old little brother I've always know. Egotistical and selfish. He's always thinking about himself. He thinks it's a tiny little favor to him but to us it could be something more substantial. If it were him, he'd let me have it. So thus, it should be of no consequence for me to let him have it. Such thinking does not always work out and I don't think he realizes it. And calling me stubborn. Where do you come off saying that to me.... and on and on and on...
Do you see what my point is? Let me try to illustrate it to you. From a little thing such as borrowing a suit bag, it turned into name calling from both sides. I made hard judgments of my little brother from one little incident. I think it's all from perceptions. What may seem to be fact at first may turn out totally different later.
I wasn't going to tell this story at first because I knew it brought the worst out of me. Somehow my family is able to rip the rational person out of me and make me completely insane. But in the end, those same people can bring out the best of compassion out of me. Perhaps it's a guy thing, I don't know. But time and distance dulls the pain. I could see my brother the next day and forget the whole incident. Some may call it superficial when you only see each other once in a while saying hi and goodbye. But to me those are valuable stepping stones to a lifetime relationship.
Another POV
This picture was taken by my brother on the pier at Ensenada. It looks pretty nice doesn't it? Reminds me of that Ranma 1/2 anime music video
Red Sunday.
Last night's topic was about the Easter Brunch. We always start with an ice breaker to loosen things up. Movies are a simple topic to open up to, I guess. Unfortunately, I don't watch a lot of movies. I decided long ago that if I wanted to save up money for a house, I would have to cut out movie nights among other things. That was 4 years ago and the habit has remained with me. So Mark wanted us to start with what we saw most recently. Well, if you follow this blog you would know that I last saw the "masterpiece" that is
Amazing Grace. Of course, among intellectuals and philanthropists, the movie is a piece of art. A story of extraordinary trials and tribulations. It is fantastic and it touched me here and here. Blah blah and blah. I'm not as "good" as the other people in the group. At least that's what I tell myself to put myself down. Or maybe I just like negating others. Anyway, I normally hide in a corner to avoid confrontation. But that night I decided to find out if I had allies out there. I didn't. But it felt good to do it. I think if anything, I give a different perspective on the world. That's the role I play in this group. Looking through similar sets of eyes, everything you see tends to blend in with the guy next to you. By similar I mean people of your social background or thought. Like you haven't thought about that particular subject before but let's agree with her that it is a good thing. It's so much easier than figuring it out on your own. In other words: mob rules.
My first love is you
With all the newfound freedom in my current class schedule, I can finally devote time to my one and only true love. I have neglected her the past few months but she stood there by my side never wavering. She was always there to cheer me up when I am down. She never wanted for anything. Now I can shower her with the praise she deserves. Oh Korean dramas, I've missed you so much. The one I am currently watching Stairway to Heaven uses the tried and true Korean tragedy formula. 4 incredibly good looking people are caught in a love ... parallelogram I guess. We start with the tedious growing up period which amazingly had some good child actors. They will show how the love develops. Something tragic happens to split up the main couple. When they grow up one of them develops amnesia, usually the girl. They go through many trials and tribulations and finally meet up again. Her evil stepmother and stepsister tries to stop them but in the end they end up together. But oh no, she has leukemia! Actually, I am only midway through the drama but I am fairly certain she is gonna die.
My sister gave me a copy of this a few years back but I didn't get around to it because Song Hye Kyo isn't in it. I was infatuated with her and refused to watch anything without her in it. Having just about exhausted all media with her in it, I decided to check out other potential idols to salivate over. There is are a few problems with this drama. The main guy is too good looking. He's better looking than the girls in the show. And this is coming from a guy. I have to look away sometimes or get lost his eyes. Also Kim Tae Hee is more beautiful than the main actress. She plays the evil stepsister. She also has a very soft innocent visage. Using her as the antagonist is like making Winnie the Pooh into the bad guy. It just isn't believable. Don't get me wrong, the main female lead is very good looking too. But you have to step it up when compared to these two. Other than that, I love watching how the writers try to drip out every last tear from the audience using every cliche they could think of. You know, if this were an American TV show, I wouldn't allow this kind of blatant disregard for good storytelling. However, I am biased for Asian shows. I just can't say no to a teary eyed Asian girls pouring their heart out.
A stomach full of cookies
I was thinking of taking a picture of my stomach but I don't think any of you want to see my hairy stomach. So I took this towering picture instead. After spring break, my stomach grew quite large. This was due to my pleasant sea voyage on the Pacific. When I returned home, I noticed I could no longer see my nether regions from a top down view. I could only see my protruding belly. It had grown quite large. I also came home to 8 of these boxes of cookies. Y-Y had kindly donated them to my stomach for reasons I am about to delve into now. I think she's secretly trying to sabotage me. Her battle with the bulge has been successful the past 2 months or so. These cookies are so good and so full of fat, it'll get me nice and plump just as she slips into her yellow polka-dot bikini laughing at my misfortune. As you can see, there is only 1 box in the picture. I somehow managed to stuff 7 boxes of these down my gob within 2 weeks. OK, I shared a few but the majority found its way to my thighs. I just couldn't stop. They spoke to me. They said, "You belong in a tree, you're a nut." I don't know what that meant but I ate them anyway.
But God has endowed me with quite a metabolism. I had trouble pinching fat from my stomach today. I looked down in the shower this morning and saw myself again. I don't think I was dieting. I was just eating as usual... which is once or twice a day. With lots of cookies in between. If I'm lucky, Khai shares some of his LG food with me. So here I am now, back to the way I was. Pretty quick.
My sister's Greek dinner before the wedding
This picture is why family vacations rock! Has anyone else out there ever seen their father stick money down a strange woman's dress? I have but I bet your mom wasn't sitting right next to him at the time! This was the night before the wedding and my sister decided to have dinner at Papadakis. The food was awful! I kept wanting to order a bowl or pho. Perhaps I am just not cultured enough to enjoy Greek food. But darnit, $30 for half cooked tuna with way too much cheese? Come on!!! Give me my $6 com tam thit nuong already!
Last saturday, I did another teacher aid session with kids from Garfield High. Grrr... they piss me off. You're trying to help the guy and he keeps trying to be funny saying, "Que? Que?" Stop being a wise guy and pay attention. So again, I didn't have a good time teaching these lazy kids. At least last time there was that girl who kept asking me weird fireman questions. Kept me entertained. Still I am learning something new about teaching every time I do it. I'm apparently very patient. Go figure.
Exploding sarcasm
Mango Mango in Ensenada, Mexico taught us how to make this Mexican pizza. It's less appetizing than it looks.
I can be humble... every once in a while. There were some circumstances leading up to the incident. I guess some of it might explain my extraordinary stupidity but in the end I tried to microwave an egg. I don't need to dress up my actions. It happened, there was a dramatic explosion, let's move on. On that note, here's what my roommate said on the incident. After he finished laughing of course, he said, "Why don't you just tell housing that the microwave broke? You don't have to buy a new one." This was coming from a guy who faked a campus police report about losing his backpack to get an extension on his term paper. As much as I would like to screw this school for ripping me off on undeserved parking tickets and late fees, I believe I can do it in ways that don't take away from my principles. It's sorta like how I feel about Bush-bashing. I don't like the guy either but there are so many things he's done wrong that you can focus on. There's no reason to call him ad hominem names. Anyway, I hope the microwave I stashed in the garage is still there.
Speaking of sarcasm, I think I have a bad case of it. I do it so often that I can't turn it off. Here's the situation. I hate greetings. They are totally useless. Waste of my saliva and energy to say hi, good morning, how are you, fine thank you, and so on. I'd do away with them if I could. But I can't so I decided I would go against the grain and give varying replies. I did, however, stick with "yo" as my primary greeting. It requires the least amount of energy to say out loud. But instead of "fine," I would say "lousy" or "terrible." This almost always elicits a "Why, what's wrong?" instead of the usual "Good" response. It's as if people have to be fine to be normal. I am normal when I am negative. Lately, this hasn't been the case. I've been more positive than normal and as such I reply correspondingly. "Fantastic!" "Never better!" "Today rocks!" I thought the response I would get is "good." Not because people have no imagination but because that's the usual response to useless greetings. However, I've been getting, "That bad, huh?" or "Are you being sarcastic?" Yikes. Apparently I am unable to express positive emotions without inducing sarcasm. That's just lovely isn't it? Do I really have to say "fine" for people to accept it? Well, I refuse to succumb to normality.
"Little blue bird on my shoulder.
Hung in a tie. He's cool. I remember talking to him about winning the lottery some three years ago. The guy's attitude and cheerful disposition never changes.
I like the way my hair looks today. It's so shiny.
Definitely gotten fat.
Ohmigosh, I look fat. But I think it's only because I am standing next to my toothpick of a cousin. We went to Universal Studios the other day. Going there on an early Spring Friday is awesome. We actually saw every single show at the park. Very few lines and people. I think Nam would like an amusement park like this where you watch things happen rather sit in a moving truck. I surely did. My headache was kept to a minimum here. They had a live showing of Fear Factor. The show is over but they had the audience come up to do the stunts and drink nasty juice. The haunted house was so funny! Kenna is a scary movie buff. She loves ghost stories and so the first place she wanted to visit was the haunted house. It was pretty scary I have to say. I would be scared but I had too much fun laughing at her clutching on the back of my sweater.
Here's my latest experiment. Again, it looks better than it tastes. I think it's because I messed up the sauce. I need to fix it somehow.
To continue my humble expressions. I forgot my electric shaver at home last week. So I slothed my way over to Ralph's and found their selection quite mediocre. At the upper end were the Mach 3 shavers priced at $7 on sale. I decided on a pack of store brand shavers at the very attractive price of $2.99. Why pay more? I still have my electric one at home. I soon found out why they were so cheap, sharp muthertruckers. As luck would have it. If I had just waited a couple of days, this free sample shaver would have arrived in my mail. But not before I mangled my face below. It's actually worse because there are three other cuts on my face I couldn't quite get to stand out in front of the camera. I was hoping it looked like I was in a fist fight. But my cousin told me.... yeah, it looks like a shaving cut. All four of them. All because I was too cheap.
I thought there would be money in the garter. It's odd seeing all the girls rush to the bouquet but all the guys scatter from the garter. I went for it instead. I wanted it. I don't know why but even if there were no money. I wanted it. And I got it. Now where is that lucky girl to marry me?
During the banquet, I decided to lather chocolate all over myself. It wasn't intentional. I just couldn't get this stuff into my mouth and off my chest at the same time. There was this chocolate fondue waterfall machine. The hors d'oeuvres were to die for. There was this pizza cheese thing. MMM MMMM!!! Anyway, those earlier stains on my shirt had plenty of friends after I went through this amazing display of sweetness. Nam taught me a trick. I should cup my hands under the food to prevent spillage. I'll have to put that to use next time.
See the girl on the left? She was flanked by CB'ing friends to the left and right. I didn't like the one on the left so I cut her out of the picture. My friend tried to hit on her but he wasn't successful. My other friend in this picture didn't do as well either which is a rare miss for him. I think it's due to his more mature look. He used to look much younger. I guess he's been working too much the past year since I've seen him. A third guy at the table managed to get a short dance with her.
These two brave souls started dancing first. They were pretty good too. They're the maid of honor's parents. Earlier in the day, when I found out the maid of honor's date, Son, was sitting at the head table, I immediately went up to him to voice my displeasure. He wasn't here in the morning being scolded by a mean sister of the bride and yet he gets the best table in the house? Son took in my concerns, smiled smugly, and said, "Don't hate the player, hate the game." Touche my good friend. At the banquet, I see him and his lonesome self twiddling his thumbs.
You see, the bride and groom and bridemaids have to go do greetings at every table so they never sat down for long. He was pretty much up there for everyone to see doing nothing. So I went up to him to gloat. "Hah, don't you wish you were sitting at the singles table like me. We're all having lots of conversation and fun." But Son just smiled big for me like this. Ooooohhh, weddings are fun! =D
Yikes, this is a good picture.
That's 4 weddings in a one year period. Who's next?
Here's my date to Hoang's wedding. Shhhhh... she doesn't know she's my date. So don't say anything. We'll just pretend I am cool like that. Oh Don is on my left and Huy is on the far right.
This picture was taken by my brother on the pier at Ensenada. It looks pretty nice doesn't it? Reminds me of that Ranma 1/2 anime music video Red Sunday.
With all the newfound freedom in my current class schedule, I can finally devote time to my one and only true love. I have neglected her the past few months but she stood there by my side never wavering. She was always there to cheer me up when I am down. She never wanted for anything. Now I can shower her with the praise she deserves. Oh Korean dramas, I've missed you so much. The one I am currently watching Stairway to Heaven uses the tried and true Korean tragedy formula. 4 incredibly good looking people are caught in a love ... parallelogram I guess. We start with the tedious growing up period which amazingly had some good child actors. They will show how the love develops. Something tragic happens to split up the main couple. When they grow up one of them develops amnesia, usually the girl. They go through many trials and tribulations and finally meet up again. Her evil stepmother and stepsister tries to stop them but in the end they end up together. But oh no, she has leukemia! Actually, I am only midway through the drama but I am fairly certain she is gonna die.
I was thinking of taking a picture of my stomach but I don't think any of you want to see my hairy stomach. So I took this towering picture instead. After spring break, my stomach grew quite large. This was due to my pleasant sea voyage on the Pacific. When I returned home, I noticed I could no longer see my nether regions from a top down view. I could only see my protruding belly. It had grown quite large. I also came home to 8 of these boxes of cookies. Y-Y had kindly donated them to my stomach for reasons I am about to delve into now. I think she's secretly trying to sabotage me. Her battle with the bulge has been successful the past 2 months or so. These cookies are so good and so full of fat, it'll get me nice and plump just as she slips into her yellow polka-dot bikini laughing at my misfortune. As you can see, there is only 1 box in the picture. I somehow managed to stuff 7 boxes of these down my gob within 2 weeks. OK, I shared a few but the majority found its way to my thighs. I just couldn't stop. They spoke to me. They said, "You belong in a tree, you're a nut." I don't know what that meant but I ate them anyway.
This picture is why family vacations rock! Has anyone else out there ever seen their father stick money down a strange woman's dress? I have but I bet your mom wasn't sitting right next to him at the time! This was the night before the wedding and my sister decided to have dinner at Papadakis. The food was awful! I kept wanting to order a bowl or pho. Perhaps I am just not cultured enough to enjoy Greek food. But darnit, $30 for half cooked tuna with way too much cheese? Come on!!! Give me my $6 com tam thit nuong already!
