fear.

Spontaneous.

That’s what I like to think of myself. And in some cases that’s true. I do many things in spur of the moment. I rarely think of consequences (which always gets me in trouble). Hasty and impulsive are just a few of the words that describe my actions. It may seem like I have no set plan or organized lifestyle, but that’s not true.

I like to plan things - my future in particular. From my chemistry classes this fall at Berkeley to my lab research internship at Genentech after I graduate, I calculate everything into my master plan. I cross analyze all my likes, dislikes, dreams, ambitions, and capabilities to determine the best routes and plans if things go wrong. I make multiple rough drafts. Scheduling, better teachers, easier classes, simpler routes all combine into this plan. The master plan called ‘future’. I put an incredible amount of confidence and pride into this master plan. I back it up with all my heart, mind, & soul. I optimistically look forward to the future. But, I can’t find solace in that anymore. For the first time in my life, I’m scared of my future.

I’m anxious. Nervous. Terrified.

I’m afraid of what lies ahead of me. I don’t know what the future will bring. My back up plans seem measly and pitiful. My security crumbles. My happiness wavers.

Because this time, I’m all alone.
Who will catch me when I fall?

fifty things girls wish guys knew.

1)You have to tell a girl how you feel about her…we make no assumptions.
2)It never hurts to work out…take your own advice.
3)Girls like sex just as much, if not more than guys.
4)Not all girls masturbate…we just don’t and no we are not lying.
5)We hate porn.
6)Hmmmm…guys in Jeeps…yummmm…
7)Girls need food, water, and compliments to survive.
8)We think about you all the time.
9)Being able to make us laugh is so much more important than how much you can bench-press.
10)We may think you are gay if you wear tighty-whities on a regular basis.
11)Hold our hand.
12)No backseat drivers…NONE.
13)Girls generally don’t like giving head, so you better be ready to reciprocate if and when you get it.
14)We are not your all-night restaurant.
15)Anything we say or do during that 4 days to a week each month cannot be held against us.
16)If you hold our hand while you are driving we will be thoroughly impressed…especially if it’s a stick.
17)Under no circumstances will we have a threesome.
18)You look hot in hooded articles of clothing.
19)If you think for any reason that we don’t like you then we probably don’t.
20)Having us over while you and your friends play video games does not count as “quality time”.
21)Just because we groom ourselves on a regular basis does not mean we’re high maintanance.
22)Never comment on how much a girl eats…ever.
23)Keep in mind that we withold sex when we’re mad at you, so you might wanna get around to apologizing…
24)You just can’t force us to like sports…especially those associated with the WWF.
25)We’re typically smarter than you…so get over it and stop whining when we get better grades than you.
26)If you do not own a wife-beater, stop reading this list, and go invest in one…right now.
27)The ability to play the guitar will help you get laid.
28)We’re sorry, Brad Pitt just IS hot…get over it!!!
29)Walks in the rain, kisses on the forehead, and cooking dinner for us will get you everywhere.
30)Just because we’re in a serious relationship doesn’t mean we plan to marry you someday, so stop being so damn scared!!!
31)If you’re developing such good finger skills playing video games, you better put them to good use sometimes.
32)Anything you do or say to another girl that you wouldn’t want us to know about is considered cheating.
33)If we can admit that we’re wrong, you’d better be able to do the same.
34)The excuse “I can’t dance” is unacceptable…we’ll appreciate the simple fact that you’re trying.
35)On that note, if you refuse to dance, expect us to dance with other guys…and lots of them.
36)Think before you speak…it’ll make a world of difference.
37)Not all girls kiss on the first date, get over it…we’re creatures of mystery.
38)Make fun of our clothes…prepare to die.
39)We don’t always expect you to pay for us, but it doesn’t hurt to at least offer everyone once in a while.
40)Tell us we’re beautiful.
41)The “little things” in a relationship are really the biggest.
42)Foreplay isn’t something we should have to ask for…it’s a prerequisite.
43)Don’t screw us over…especially if we have an older brother or protective guy friends…they will hunt you down and kill you.
44)If you’re gonna look at other girls, at least make sure we don’t see you do it.
45)Just because we’re still just “hanging out” doesn’t make it ok to sleep with your ex-girlfriend, friend with benefits, etc.
46)No girl just wants to be your “friend with benefits”.
47)We’re sensitive too…be gentle (and we’re not talking about our hearts here guys).
48)One word when it comes to smoking…quit.
49)We reserve the right to hate all of your ex-girlfriends.
50)If we happen to trip, fall, etc, while wearing the exceptionally high shoes that we love, go ahead and laugh…we will be…that is unless we hurt ourselves…

HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA.
so true, right?

fifty things guys wish girls knew.

1. We aren’t mind readers!
2. We are not to be used as pawns in trying to make your girlfriends jealous.
3. When you sleep over never boss me around in bed unless it is during sex.
4. Smoking is the biggest turn off.
5. It never hurts to work out.
6. If you don’t want to hear the truth, don’t ask the question.
7. “Fine” or “whatever” is not an appropriate ending to a conversation.
8. If you want sex, just ask. (In case you didn’t already know.)
9. Don’t expect guys to say as many sweet things as they do in the movies. (It takes a lot of guys and their wives to come up with those scripts).
10. Only models are able to wear most of the stuff you see in fashion magazines.
11. No guy will complain if he comes home and sees you in one of the following outfits: French Maid, School girl, bunny, or just plain naked.
12. You don’t need lingerie to look sexy before bed, short cotton shorts and a tank top are fine by us.
13. Girls look good naked so stop worrying.
14. Sharing your deepest feelings in no way guarantees reciprocity.
15. We are all kinky and willing to try anything that you may enjoy, just let us know.
16. Every so often no matter whether it is true or not remind us that we have the biggest penis you’ve ever dealt with.
17. If were not getting love we’ll start looking…(haha…just kidding…psych…I’m dead serious)
18. The greatest thing ever is to watch a girl touch herself.
19. Most of the time when I fantasize it is about another person.
20. If you, the girl, make out with another girl we won’t consider it cheating. Actually we strongly promote this behavior.
21. Your hair is like 14 inches long, how are we supposed to notice a quarter inch missing.
22. You shouldn’t be flattered or grossed out if we get an erection when dancing with you. All we need is Friction.
23. Porn…hmmm…Porn. Watching porn is like breathing it would just be wrong to ask us to stop.
24. We masturbate, usually more when we are in a relationship, can’t explain it but it is just fact.
25. Blue balls are not sporting equipment. Didn’t your parents teach you not to quit.
26. Giving head is never a bad idea.
27. We are conservationists at heart, water is our biggest love, so shower with us.
28. There are three acceptable ways to wake up: (1) You on top of us. (2) Getting head. (3) Some sort of breakfast.
29. We don’t mind going to gay movies with you but don’t tell our friends.
30. You can’t hold it against us if we cry after sports movies or “Old yeller.”
31. “The game is on” is an acceptable excuse to avoid any serious conversation.
32. Any harsh contact with the testicles should be assumed a serious injury but soft caresses are strongly encouraged.
33. You’re probably not as funny as you think.
34. Brad Pitt is probably a cool guy but if I hear one more girl say “he’s so hot” he may have to die.
35. Your period should be referred to as Blowjob week. (Influenced by a Maxim article)
36. Cooking makes a girl that much more attractive especially if she can use a grill.
37. You can’t get mad if we refuse to hook up your “ugly friend” with one of our friends.
38. For every fart that slips out when you are around we successfully hold in about 15, enduring excruciating pain to do this.
39. If we want to take naked pictures of you it is because we are proud and want to show you off to our friends.
40. The red light means the video camera is off.
41. A guy should be considered sensitive if he asks whether you want to do it with the lights on or off.
42. Whip cream and chocolate syrup are not just condiments for ice cream also Altoids just don’t make your breath fresher.
43. Nothing you will ever do will entitle you to operate the remote control. (Unless operating means handing it to us.)
44. The only thing left to be said after sex is “goodnight.”
45. Video games have helped us develop such finger skills that should only encourage us to play more often.
46. Critiquing our driving is only second to critiquing our love making.
47. Guys nights out are sacred events. If we answer questions we could be castrated.
48. If you ask us to go shopping you have to at least entertain the idea of having sex in a changing room.
49. The jeans don’t make your ass look fat. Your fat ass makes your ass look fat.
50. 99.5% of the time we didn’t mean to hurt you.

Found this online. Guys suck –“

comfort.

I get annoyed.

I get irritated.

I get fucking hostile. And it’s so damn obvious. People, however, still continue to prod me in all the wrong places. I guess I will give humankind a little credit though, because it’s not often. Or at least you’ll almost never catch me in an unhappy state. Why? I need a certain level of comfort to show you this bad side of me. This one terrible quality out of the many that I have. These bad qualities I have to live with and probably can never change.

I hate being told I cannot fix something.
I want to fix everything.

I hate being told I cannot do something.
I can do anything.

I hate being told I don’t understand.
I can understand - I just don’t get that chance to.

I hate it when people wait for me to fail. I hate people that complain about their lives and don’t do anything to change their circumstances. I hate limitations. I hate being looked down on and compared to. I hate being a disappointment. I hate not meeting expectations - no matter how high they may be. I hate fate - only you can decide what you want to do with your life. I hate people that think they know everything. Those people? Life hasn’t hit them hard enough yet. I hate quitters. I hate failures.

I say what I want. When I want. Even if it hurts people. I do what I want - even if it hurts people. I get bothered by stupid things. I change my mind constantly. I have very high standards and difficult specifications. I am picky. I get bored easily. I say mean things. I don’t listen to you half the time. I am very lazy in relationships. I tire of people easily. I do rude things.

I am extremely competitive. Why not? Who doesn’t want to be the best? If you’re going to enter a race, you might as well do your best because in the end only that highest spot on that glorious podium matters. Only that endless resume of achievements and rewards gets you anywhere. Only the ones at the top of the food chain win.

I want to be at the top.
I’m going to be at the top.
I will do anything to be at the top.

God, I am messed up. I won’t blame anyone for it. Because everyone has their own shit to deal with - it’s called life. So I act dumb and I act clueless. But if you know me, you know that’s bullshit too. Then again, how could you? I am so secretive and so closed, I hide everything. I don’t talk about my problems and I will never tell you what I think about your morals. I’d rather not - you might disappoint me. I am not life - dumb. Hell no. I don’t listen to that little voice in the back of my head, the one called common sense. But it doesn’t mean I don’t know it’s there. Frankly, I probably don’t care. I don’t prepare for all the consequences that come from my impulsive actions, but how could you? How could you think you know everything well enough to predict what your consequences are going to be. How could you think you know someone better than they do? Because you don’t. Because in the end, they hold all the cards for themselves. If they believe your bull shit, that’s their refusal to understand and find themselves; their pitiful weakness. I’m going to take life as I go. Make my own choices, fuck up, and deal with the aftermath.

So then what?

I am not so gentle and silly now, am I? I must be a disappointment. I must have shattered your image of me. But, I won’t apologize for tricking you. It was your responsibility to dig beneath. I am supposed to be an optimist. And as such I am happy a lot of the times. But no one can smile forever. No, let me rephrase that. No one can genuinely smile forever. Just like some people can fake their tears, I can fake my smiles. I can fake my laughs. I can feign happiness. Underneath all my grins and giggles, there are probably things I hate about you too. But I can live with your faults. All of your god damn faults.

So here’s a question.
Can you live with mine?

where'd you go?

I will miss you so.

I didn’t really ever want to plan things for anniversaries, but in the end it was probably something I always wanted - that fairy tale relationship. That prince on his stallion or dragon that saves the princess from the depths of loneliness and evils of the world. The one that looks hella freaking hot without his shirt on. Hella freaking hot.

But if you think about it, anniversaries don’t mean much. Though it is fun to plan them, like a little project, but it’s just another day. Just another reminder life is passing by and time is continuous. Time is something you can never take back.

Would missing one bother me?
No, not really.

Things never happen the way you want them to, so I’m not going to bother blaming anyone. And everyday is fun already.

It’s kind of early.
But I wanted to say it before I forget.

happy six months, mack siu.
you’re not a waste of time.

fog.

Footsteps fade away..
And I can’t see you anymore.
It’s as bright as day,
But only memories remain of the you I adore.
You scream and plead and beg and cry.
All I could say to that was goodbye.

advil.

I need advil.
Will it heal my broken heart?
I need pain reliever.
Because this organ is torn apart.
I need something to save me.
From this pain I hold deep inside.
Maybe it hurts because something
Part of me just died.

It got crushed under jealousy,
And hidden under lies.
It was stepped on by hate,
And trampled by good byes.
And if it couldn’t withstand
Any more of that pain.
You gave it your love
And drove it insane.

Accepting me at my worst,
Loving me at my best.
I only gave my friendship,
But you went and stole the rest.
I walked to that cliff,
Never planning to fall.
But now I’m so deep,
Can’t hear anything but your call.

You promised your truth,
Along with your heart.
And even when you failed,
I allowed a new start.
I gave you a chance.
And a second one as well.
So why didn’t you catch me?
When off the cliff I fell?

I followed your voice,
Hoping it would lead me to light.
But all the evasion and deceit
Forced me to give up without a fight.
My heart is now broken.
It’s bruised beyond repair.
How can I make the pain go away?
How can I make it possible to bear?

I need advil.
Will it heal my broken heart?

weekend.

oh my gosh.

These past few days have been so crazy!

I wonder why it took me two months to finally start experiencing summer. And work. I seriously should have dropped my summer school classes to take on more Hollister hours, but I guess it’s alright. But shit, I have another astronomy midterm tomorrow. Fuck me! :(

Anyways, thursday was a mellow day of hanging out with Mack afterschool before his birthday came at midnight. We watched Beauty and the Beast, a korean comedy about a cute, blind girl who had an operation to get her eyesight back. Unfortunately, her boyfriend has been lying to her about his appearance…It was hilarious, for sure. WATCH IT!

Friday. July. 17th. happy birthday mack siu.
What’s there to say? I planned everythign and went surprisingly well. We had good luck all day and didn’t even really get lost. A shocker for us. We found parking across the street from every location, and traffic was minimal. Mack even got his $135.00 jacket for $30! How sweet is that?

Here’s the rundown: pier 39, union square, alfred’s steakhouse, twin peaks :)
Fun, right? Right.

Saturday! Great America with my buds. Definitely fun. And definitely something of summer I can remember. It’s been forever since I’ve had that much fun. And it’s been even longer since I hung out with everyone. Audrey, my riding buddy! Thanks for driving and letter me ghost ride B) Let’s do something else soon, guys.

Sunday. Well Garek was pretty late picking me up to go run, but I ended up going anyways. Kai didn’t want to go anymore, but I guess the run was okay. Garek’s friend, Carlos? HILARIOUS. This guy was great, so funny and we got along right off the bat. We just kept laughing at how Garek dated this ugly girl. AHAHAHAHA. He’s pretty crazy too. He got into UCLA and Berkeley after graduating Serra in 2006, and decided to go to his dream school, UCLA. However, after two years, he decided the better choice should have been Berkeley so he applied to transfer. He got into Cal and is waitlisted for Stanford. And get this. He ran Division I at UCLA and is going to continue that at CAL. You’d think it couldn’t get any better, but he’s also a mechanical engineering major. What the freak. It surprises me how amazing people can be. As well as how inadequate they can be also.

I’m getting off track. So McMullin probably just kept rambling again because he was still at the meeting place when we got there around eight forty-five. Another surprise? Dave and terra nova was there too, but it was only drew and some other kid. We did our six mile loop and then I headed to Monica’s. Pretty interesting. It was enriching for sure. I’m really really glad she got in touch with me though. I’ve always wanted her to open up to me. I hope we can stay in touch, that’d be great.

After that, I didn’t have work for my call in. So I got ready for vee why’s brithday party and wore my hot pink dress. Her party was hella sick. It was held in a bar and we all got free drinks and snacks. Chocolate fountain, photographer, cupcake gift boxes, dance floor, music for five hours. NICE. Happy Birthday, Vee Why. I’m going to miss you. You’re a nice friend. Greg better be nice to you!

Highlight of that night: I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT.


P.S. I think me and Katt are good and cool now. We danced together and she talked to me and I talked to her. It wasn’t shady or anything either. I guess it’s okay because cam has kei now, so even if katt did steal ronald. It’s cool. See? I’m mature now. Katt, I guess I like you then!

cam baby, can’t get enough of your lips like sugar ;)

disappointment.

Sometimes the people closest to you disappoint you the most.

Maybe it’s because you have higher expectations of them and you form this idealistic image of them that you intend for them to follow. Maybe it’s because you think you know them as well as they do, sometimes even more. Maybe it’s because you never expect them to fail at anything you ask of them.

They have to follow your mold. You expect them to. You comfort yourself thinking they have to fit your standards. That they are required to live in your dreams. You find nostalgic happiness knowing they are like the back of your hand. You just know them that well. You can predict them that well. They will meet your expectations.

And then they don’t.

They do something unexpected and even fail; what else can you do but be disappointed? What can you do when they aren’t there when they need you the most? What can you do when you expect your closest ones to accept you and your flaws, and they don’t?

You’re disappointed. No shit. Of course you are, your best buddies just failed to be the open-minded people you had befriended. Worse, they rejected you. They couldn’t accept your flaws, your mistakes, your insecurities. They couldn’t meet your standards, your qualifications. Those bastards. Those bitches. I hate being disappointed. I hate useless people. I hate not having my high expectations met. I am the harshest when it comes to standards.

Screw you for disappointing me. Fuck you for failing. I hate you for not being the angel I thought you were.

Too bad standards are rarely followed.
Rules were made to be broken.
Countless times I have had to face that.
Many times I had to rebound and bring myself to forgive failure.
Millions of times questioned friendships.

Who gave you the right to make molds? To force people into your vision of “normal”. To make them accept you for your mess ups and turn around and not return the same favor? That is outright hypocrisy right? I should know, I always say I hate hypocrites, but there are so many accounts where I was one. And I guess that makes sense, I don’t like myself. And I still don’t like hypocrites.

Oh, wait. I can think that. I don’t mess up. Never. I am useful. I fit everyone else’s mold. I make no mistakes.

Bullshit.

I know that. I know I make mistakes. That I’m not perfect. That other people aren’t perfect. They still disappoint me. They don’t fit my mold. But, I don’t have a choice. I have to accept them. I want to accept them. I want to accept me.

Do I disappoint you?
Because you disappoint me.

mcmullin.

Dude, I love you man.

I realized something. I really, really need endorphins. Enodorphins make you happy? Hell yeah. I get completely bitchy, cranky, and moody when I don’t run. (Which doesn’t change much when I run for Coach Tuff) But after completing a hard work out and hitting my times? I get the happiest. Like today, after finishing those millions of two hundreds, I felt accomplished. As if it asserted the fact that I did something that day to improve myself and push me closer to my dreams, my goals. People need something to accomplish every day. Or they are just wasting their days and life away, right? And if they don’t think so, they should.

So I guess when I exercise, I burn off stress and all that’s left is happy feelings. No wonder recently I haven’t been talking much…I haven’t been getting my endorphins! And I haven’t been burning stress. I probably finally got rid of all the pressure I was feeling this last week through running. It’s almost as if I’ve been forcing myself to be normal and to be loud. Even though things like that should come naturally. I don’t know what’s wrong with me when I don’t run.

Wait, no I do.
Everything’s wrong with me when I don’t run.
I can’t get lazy.
Running cures stress, pimples, and fatness.

The moon is really beautiful tonight.
It’s big, round, and yellow. Solar flare?

Anyways. I feel sorry for the people that aren’t doing anything with their lives. No dreams. No goals. No way of life. Actually, scratch that. I don’t feel sorry for them. This may be harsh, but sometimes I wish I could just take their lives and give it to people who need it the most. People that don’t just sit around all day doing absolutely nothing. Waste of life.

How are you living yours?

new world.


…of designer clothing.

Oh, let me scratch that. Not just the simple clothing we know - jackets, blazers, high waisted skirts, platinum patended boots, cashmere sweaters, raw denim, high heeled pumps, necklaces, watches, dog tags, the list goes on. And on. And on. This new world, even cosmos (I learned that from astronomy)opens an entirely new perspective to me, and of course, papachu’s bank account. The world of designer fashion has no boundaries. Everything from beautifully expensive to perfectly buyable.

I guess papachu was somewhat lucky. For me to not have noticed ridiculously priced runway articles until the summer after my graduation. They say on average, it take a million dollars to raise a child to age eighteen. Well, whoever said that did not know the definition of “spoiled” and “princess”. And, I’m not eighteen yet. If I took a rough estimate, I am probably only on my third million. Considering I am a shopaholic. Oh dear. I’m worth it, right papachu? I achieved all the dreams you asked of me. It’s only fair. Well, okay the world’s usually not really fair. But papas should be fair. Duh.

Don’t worry. I won’t be going crazy enough that I’ll become Isla Fisher from disney’s SHOPAHOLIC. I’ve even been taking money saving tips! I have been trying to take lessons from shop-a-not Kai. I will revert from being a shop-a-lot! It is incredibly hard to keep asking myself “Do I really need this?” Of course I do. I need everything. EVERYTHING. Okay, no I need to save money. Can’t turn out like my mother now…

Then again, what’s a few pieces of fashion? I mean, it practically defines the culture! Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to keep shopping, but just to shop less? Of course, it goes without saying that the things I will be buying will be over a hundred times the price they were before. But it’s worth it right? I am practically chronicling history here. I am buying things that I will wear, forever. I am buying “friends” that will be with me, forever.

Oh the turmoil.
Money makes the world go ‘round.
What a sad truth. It’s almost as sad as…

You can’t trust anyone, but yourself.

coach.

You’re kind of an idiot.

Don’t shatter my dreams.
That’s not for you to decide.

calso.

It’s been a while.

Well compared to how much I was blogging before, five days is kinda of a lot right? So I went to CalSO this weekend, which is berkeley’s orientation, Vans Warped Tour ‘09, mack’s house (what else is new?), and fiona yee yee’s house.

I’m not gonna lie, the orientation was pretty fun. My overly perky, fake counselor was a pain in the ass, but overall I think it got me even more excited about college. The dorms were a little janky, but food was pretty good. The people and the weather were great - I really love warm weather. All the College of Natural Resource majors were in a group; Mine consisted of 12 girls and 1 guy. His name was Aidan, and he was really sarcastic and funny, but I really like Liz and Jolie from my group. Hopefully, we can have classes together…Definitely met a lot of people. A lot of kids in my CalSO group had long relationships, so it was a little weird talking about what would happen when we all attended in the Fall. What happens to your relationships when you’re not by their side anymore? Mine was the shortest distance hands down, but you never know, right? For someone who usually has so much trust and faith, I hate that I’m doubting myself. Sometimes I feel like I’m changing little by little, and losing the optimism and happiness I once prided. This better not be maturity, cause it sucks.

I fought with kim while walking to the pier to get to Warped Tour. Freaking annoying, but yeah, it was my fault. She had a right to be angry, but I had a right not to go. Whatever. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Done.

Warped Tour was my first concert. Pretty fun :) Look up Rocket to the Moon, they’re pretty good. 3oh3 was alright. It was hilarious how they were made fun of by all the other real rock bands. Bad Religion…a surprise, since the lead singer looked like a dad. God, SF was so effing hot. Dinner at Hard Rock. They have some delicious mac & cheese. MMM. Slept over Mack’s (can’t believe his parent bought the story that we went running early in the morning, so I came over –“)

Went to Fiona yee yee’s house. I want a job.

my tummy really hurts.

lost.

I lost it.

No, more like I decided not to take care of it and leave it on the sink. And I was feeling so accomplished for running today too.. ):

Damn it.

hello.

I’m losing you!
So please come back,
And please be true
because we made a pact.
You’re leaving my life,
shutting yourself out.
Words cutting like a knife,
I just want to shout.

Why are you leaving?
Why are you gone?
What happened to believing?
What happened when he won?
How did you feel?
And how did you cry?
What will it take,
To not say goodbye?

Don’t leave me just yet.
I’m not ready to finish.
I’m desperately trying
to prevent our diminish.
So try a little harder,
I’m trying as much as I can
To make sure that you
will stay my biggest fan.

Please don’t cry.
And please don’t weep.
I’ll be with you always,
even in your sleep.
I’ll fix your problems,
make your troubles disappear,
so won’t you please lend me
your heart and your ear?

Please listen to my smiles.
And listen to my lies.
Find the hidden truths
In my face and in my eyes.
I want you here with me.
Body and soul.
So please don’t leave,
Or my heart will turn to coal.

goodbye is the saddest word ever spoken.
it means that the two of us are broken.

goodbye.

yoga.

first day of summer school.
joy!

I need to brush up on my math skills, no joke.

japantown. :)
no crepe..

BOO.

the world is out to get me.

papachu.

Haven’t updated in a few days…
I wonder how people manage to say something about their lives everyday?! It’s kind of difficult.

I went to yumcha with the fam. Pretty good food, I guess..But I slept at 4AM so I had a hard time waking up and getting to the kitchen when papa called. Ate a lot. Now I need to clean the house.

So I went with mack’s family to their father’s day dinner. There were heck of a lot of people. His whole mom’s side of the family! Okay, well half of his mom’s family, but it was still a lot of people. Bryan(Bryant?) was pretty funny. He made me laugh a lot when he made fun of his sister(“don’t touch her, she’s gross”) and the baby, kirsten(“michael’s 35lbs. and she’s already 20lbs.”). I never talk to him much, so it was nice to meet and have dinner with him. Good job, carmen :)

So before dinner I went over early and brought mack’s papa daisies. His papa was pretty happy I bought him flowers, haha. How come boys never get flowers? Girls should give them more often. There shouldn’t be a stereotype that only boys give flowers to girls anymore, right? Right. I love giving flowers.

Papasiu told me Mack owes papachu a hug, eh.. we’ll see how that goes. Papachu don’t do hugs. And mack is scary looking and tall. Just imagining it kinda makes it funny though.

Happy Father’s Day Papachu, have a good one (: