Last week was the beginning of what I had figured to be the best eventful week of summer, this is why:

On Tuesday, I stayed at a friends’ house because I had assumed we’d be watching some dramas or reading some mangas, or simply catching up on our to-do list for the summer; instead we watched “Rio” and “Burlesque.”

Rio had its cute moments and “er wtf” moments xD but their soundtrack and dancing really pulled me into the movie. I loved it!

Burlesque also. Soundtrack and singing. But hey, I love musicals. xD

Wednesday, the 5 of us went to the Huntington botanical garden. Haha oh the “couples brought” was amusing. Of course my friend brought her boyfriend. I was asked to come along since I also had a free ticket and she wanted to use it.

I didn’t really have anyone I wanted to go with so I asked a classmate from chemistry in spring to come with - he said yes, on one condition: feed him lunch. (I did. We went to Panda xD; )

I asked the 3rd person to bring someone since he also had a free ticket.

Last minute, I know, but I found someone =]

In the end he brought our most infamous inseparable male couple in our group to join us. It was.. rather amusing.

The actual couple took a lot of breaks so we stopped waiting for them after their 2nd break. The set of 3 went to places that we (classmate and i) went to. 

Our group entered the garden and stopped in the middle of the road just to figure out where to go. One took the map and directed us downhill towards the cacti. Amusing in the sense that they were phallic symbols and even their names directed towards it. We went off course and saw huge trees and a koi pond with floating lotus pads and ninja turtles (they hid themselves more often than showing themselves to us.)

We split up at the strawberry tree. I didn’t know the set of three had made their way towards the japanese garden, but knowing me and love for the japanese, we ventured in. 

I must admit I had a pretty horrible partner. One such that I’m not even able to tell my friends what he says otherwise they’d take it as “i’m lying, he’s nice” or “he’s flirting,” and whatever else you can think of.

But I have to admit, I have trouble with observing “love” or “like love” - basically anything in association with “love,” I don’t realise any of it =/

Anyhow. I liked how he played along with my friends’ jokes. Even if I tended to be at the butt of the joke most of the time. But he said that I’m weird for taking pictures D: Then he doesn’t look back often when he walks, which usually means I tend to trail behind and get lost if I don’t see anyone ^^;

After the garden we went to the conservatory and walked through the different types of environments that certain plants were built for. Its too bad the couple weren’t here. They could’ve “learnt” something. 

The garden was closing~ Its a good thing we were leaving cause I was sweaaating a lot =(

And then no comment on cooking day.

Nothing happened on thursday.

Friday was california science centre day~! Friends’ boyfriend circled around the centre twice before he was able to get into the parking lot. 

Apparently this was supposed to be organised by me and her boyfriend.. but to be honest, I had no idea I was. All I knew was that I was to choose the time and see if there was anything to do around the area, which was “12” and “no.” But the point is, I just thought I was assisting in decisions or giving them my two cents. Sigh.

Anyways, we ended up making lunch and not leaving till around 2/3. When we arrived, we went straight to the rose garden to eat.. He had planned to eat on the grass.. but I would think most people would think of bringing a blanket before doing so - guess I was wrong. Afterwards, we went to the hurricane booth and took pictures, it was kinda fun. Then the visit of the ecosystem, we went through some of it and sped through the others when we found out it was going to close soon. The aquarium caught our attention. 

Black sea bass and white sea bass, jellyfish, starfish~ oh the sea galore~ <3

I was a bit angry when we “lost” them. they ran off to the next attraction without us. Which to be honest, if they were gonna decide on doing that.. why have us come with.

Ah. I almost forgot what happened that night.

We went out to eat cambodian food. I wasn’t hungry so I didn’t eat much, and just sampled everything. We went back to her house and played Raving Rabbids TV Party. I thought it was okay if we continuously played all dancing, but it drained me like mad! It didn’t help that I kept losing xD

We stopped when the 2 days were over, I was happy. I was hoping that would be the end of it. But nope. They wanted to play more raving rabbids. I didn’t care for it much, but I ended up in 2nd place until the final game, the boyfriend caught up and again, I went back to becoming toilet paper. 

I didn’t wanna play anymore. Really. I quit. I shouldn’t have said what I said, I know, but I’m done with it. He kept telling me to play or something along the lines of asking why i’m not playing.

Simple answer “Why can’t I not play?” I’m tired. I called quits. I have every right to just call quits.

I went straight home after that. Just something bothered me and I didn’t want to deal with it.

Saturday~ was a long day

I woke up around 9 to shower and waited till 10 for our ride to come.

We went to Long Beach to watch the Dragon Boat Racing. It was rather unorganised. My aunt said there was supposed to be a parking lot available to those watching, but when we talked to the neon coloured jackets, they said it was only street parking. Long story short we only watched a few events before we decided to explore the beach and the booths. We became hungry and my mom ordered chicken and my aunt thai food. My awesome old, school friend from back in the days, her boyfriend, and i had italian ice.

She ordered Orange vanilla and mango, he ordered rainbow and mango, and i tie dye and strawberry.

After that we kinda drove around for theatres, ended up in west covina and HP7 2nd part. 

Don’t hate me PLEASE, but I really wasn’t a big fan of the movie, and any HP movies.

I don’t understand the craze, nor do I plan on following it after I do.

Soon after that we went to Pasadena to celebrate my mom’s birthday. Stonefire grill, I think it was called? Goodness, when we arrived, the food was already there. Yes, we were late, but I mean lol ITS ALL THERE. It felt like a buffet!

I was invited to attend a japanese conference/chat with with the visiting japanese students, but I didn’t officially decline. I regret that.

I was also invited to play cranium at a friends’ house after dinner, but I was too exhausted for the day and collapsed when I got home xD

Sunday.

Went to another friends house to watch Sucker Punch. I had a pretty high expectation for it, cause I saw it as a movie similar to a game when I was told the summary of the movie. But after I watched it, it was worse than I had thought, or I could say was the first opinion of the movie before being told the summary - “not a movie I’d watch.”

Well i guess thats it xD

Good night ^^

My 4th uncle and I

We never see eye to eye and the more I think about the things that we’ve argued over and the things that’s happened between us, I find more and more despicable things to hate about him.

For example, today.

Well, probably last night.

My mother called me while I was at my friend’s bbq & surprise bday party and asked if I had taken a blue squared tub that was originally under the trashcan. My answer was no. My mom said there’s a high chance that it was my uncle who took it. I, then asked, “what about my sister, or brother, or dad?” 

My mom’s answer was nope, they all said that neither of them had taken it.

I came home later that night and my mom pulled out an act in front of their room to basically prove that it’s missing and i’m an eyewitness. My mom asked my dad to ask my uncle.

Now for christ’s sakes people, if they’re living in the same goddamn roof as you —- walk to them and ask, rather than call them and ask. Lazy assholes.

^My dad did just that.

I walked out of the restroom after I had finished my duties only to be confronted by my dad that “obviously its not your uncle who took it”

1st irritation.

Then he says “its gone, what can you do about it.” <— rhetorical

^Which of course means he’s given up. Which also means he doesn’t give a damn. Which ALSO means that he wants to drop the subject simply because he’s afraid that my uncle did take it, and thus, doesn’t want to get him in trouble.

So I decide to ask:

“If a tree falls in the middle of a forest, do you hear it?”

His response: “No, cause you’re not there”

Evaluation: Correct, now in correlation to today’s incident —its true, you don’t see or hear the bucket being taken, but it doesn’t mean that it isn’t going to happen when you’re not here. 

In other words, he will turn a blind eye to what has been done because he wasn’t there to see it. Basically, they can only be caught redhanded before completely proven guilty.

That was irritation #2

Here’s irritation #3:

I walked out of the computer room/sister’s room simply because I wanted to make my presence known and that my uncle can stop talking crap about the family.

Unfortunately it took a turn for the worst because I had let my emotion run amok.

My dad said that my uncle had told us to look inside his room to prove that they didn’t take the bucket. I told them that I don’t need to prove them innocent or guilty if they had just spoken the truth. Ask for the goddamn bucket or just TELL US that they had it. Then nothing would’ve started.

I said something that I forgot that my uncle picked on me for. But I told him - basically - to shut the fuck up and don’t argue cause there’s a kid here. But now that I think about it, 

a) she was there JUST so they could avoid an argument

b) he never once looked me in the goddamn eye when we were “arguing”. Which says that he sees me as a kid and obviously someone who isn’t worth talking to. Even worse than “looking down upon.”

Sigh.

#4: I heard a bit before they left, saying that I was my dad’s child and thus, his responsibility to be taken care of.

They left and my dad and I argue. My dad saying that we always imply that its our uncle’s fault for things that goes wrong in the house. That we’re always blaming him.

My argument: You’re constantly protecting your brother, which makes it hard for him to grow up. And things that do happen around the house, just so happens to eventually involve their family. And honestly, father, you always seem to turn a blind eye to their actions… which is why they always think they can get away with it.

^Unfortunately…

My mother came in and my dad ignored me when I used the example of my uncle stealing a rebate that was obviously under my brother’s name (He returned it later because my dad asked for it back. True, there was a chance that it could’ve been an accident, but its also in a different pile then theirs. So that reason has been ruled out.)

^#5

My blood is boiling and I really am tempted to do some harm.

I am truly beyond repair right now. I am psycho, as my friends call me. I will start a fight. No joke. 

But I also know that it will end me. Fighting them is so damn easy right now, I’m not even kidding. But that will just stoop me to their level and ugh, if that happens, I’m immediately committing suicide. 

Now keep in mind, in case that wasn’t clear, I’m not committing suicide cause I regret murdering them but because I became a loser like them. I don’t even want to be associated with them. At all.

Oh and P.S. I know the topic of “THE MISSING BUCKET” isn’t something that should be tremendously worked over like I did. But its the morals and ethics that was lacked and the lies or the mistruths that were told that was really irritating.

Hell, I may sound like a person full of justice - For the record, I’m not - I simply see this as ridiculous. I just want them to grow up and stand up for themselves without using my dad as a medium. Not to mention they also lack manners that should’ve been taught to them during their childhood. I also want my dad to stop being stubborn and learn to realise that he’s being unreasonable and illogical and learn to be more observant. And for me, I hope for everything to change for me.

Good night.

**Keep in mind “you” is not you. Just say its the computer. xD

I really wonder sometimes why we’re friends. I really do. Maybe I’m just irritated at life at one point, or maybe you are, and we happen to clash at that certain point in time.

But I don’t recall ever - EVER - throwing a tantrum at you.

I’m surprisingly, TOO lax with you.

I don’t mention your flaws, or particularly disagree with you - in my head, i see it as critical thinking.. basically having you ask yourself if what you believe is really what you believe and not what other people tell you. Is there solid evidence? More than one source? Trusted source? Etc.

Granted, probably due to the prior statement, you probably take me as offensive. You probably think I’m a bitch for questioning your beliefs. Well you know what, this is life. This is humanity. Everything should be criticised before putting your foot in it all.

I also don’t, well prefer not to argue with you simply because I know you’re more fucking fragile than I am. Why? Because you’re too damn fking defencive. Which brings me to another point.

If I don’t understand something, tell me. If I didn’t get it the first time, tell me again. I never once told you I was smart, or even gave off the air of being smart. Don’t just shrug it off and blame everything on me and my stupidity and when you didn’t give me a chance.

Not to mention, you don’t give anyone a second chance. Maybe for me, you do. But I feel like I’m running you thin. But I mean, you have probably, the thickest wall, of the people I’ve met so far.. and that talks. And yet ugh, this is frustrating. There’s so much I want to say, that it’s jumping in front of the lines which is making me forget what I want to type out.

Attention craver. You like being full of diseases/medical illness of some sort. Granted, I pulled some shit like this awhile back and even if I added a “but” to this sentence, you wouldn’t believe me, but I’ll do it anyways, “but” the way I see it, the brain is a vital source for the body, and if it cramps up.. then well, I believe I have every fking right to complain about it.

Oh by the way, stop running to your boyfriend every time something goes wrong. Solve it yourself. Not everything can always go as planned. We still need to account for the minor setbacks. Tch. I gave him plenty of chances to be friends with me, and I, myself have tried to be friends with him. Nah. I’m done. Once everything is over, I’ll be glad we’re over.

Shit. There’s so much I would love to yell at you for. Geez. But I also get the feeling that the person reading this might think its her and it’s not. Screw the misunderstandings. You want the truth, here. Its all yours. Dig in. Enjoy the meal.

And you. No more. Your happiness is seeing others in pain. You enjoy being in the limelight. And its true. You do have everything.

I go to you to hangout, not knowing he’s there. And please guys, knock down your notch on the pda. It’s rather sickening. But of course, that isn’t taken into consideration, even though you see me cover my eyes during explicit scenes in a movie. Really, thanks. I appreciate it. It’s honestly taught me so much.

Everything revolves around you, doesn’t it princess? I just want to reject everything now. You come to me for help, but you don’t take it. I can’t complain too much, cause everything that’s done is few but the damages dealt are a pain in the ass.

You.. would choose him over me. In an argument if it was between him and me. I’ve thought about the scenario over and over again, and not once have I’ve sought it to be rational. You choose him because you “understand” how he feels in certain situations and all that, but what about your friend? Do you “understand” me and how I felt in that situation? I guess not, since you tend to place him over me. Whatever.

Not to mention. All that I do, or did, that were.. my signature. Was taken by you. That’s why I thought we could get along. Then it just so happened that every time I do it, I’m always being classified as “thats what you did” or something or other. It’s irritating! You’re right, you are better than me in every single way and really observant. But it jut feels like you’re stealing every fucking part of me that was alive or gave me every reason to live.

You’re a liar. I don’t believe you’ve lost your memories, you just try too hard to be unique. Your friends don’t complain because a) they forget, or b) they forgive you cause you’re “cute.” Thanks for everything.

I’m trying so hard to wonder why we’re friends. Is it cause we hate each other so much? Complete opposites and completely similar. This is ridiculous. If we end this, I bet you wouldn’t care and you would just continue doing the things you’ve been doing. I don’t care anymore. Your well-being is your own.

Y’know after titling it that way, it sounds kind of sexual. Sad to say, this post has nothing to do with that. Haha.

So last night was amazing! Scary, a bit. But amazing, nonetheless!

I was hoping to cut down on the amount of drinking =/ But I really couldn’t get the delicious taste of a mojito. So what happened was, I asked my friends - after another friends’ graduation - if they wanted to drink. Its not really the usual crowd.. but I guess its the usual crowd minus 2.

We went to Ralphs and bought one (~24 oz, 35%) Smirnoff Ice Green Apple. I don’t know whether I dislike vodka, the percent of alcohol, or the taste of green apple. But man it burned my throat and it tasted like green apple. But we also bought coke, figured it’d change up the taste a bit - and it did. xD

I admit, I didn’t drink as much as the other 3 did, but I also had the lowest tolerance compared to them. So I was buzzed first, followed after the guy who needed to strip cause it was “getting hot,” and I couldn’t tell who crossed the finish line between the last two ^^;

At the same time… I was probably the only one who vomited the least…

Ugh. I hate the idea of vomiting and the ick smell of it. Disgusting.

We played beer pong and I really wussed out. The alcohol was so intense. I didn’t hate it, but I couldn’t bear it. So I kept adding coke to it.. which of course, added to my losing cup. And yes.. we lost. According to my partner, I drank 6, he drank 7 (he tolerated vodka better than i did, so with the opposing side of 3 cups, I gave him 2 XD.)

Then we played poker/texas hold em. The drunk bastard went off into the kitchen every so often to play with the drinks xD He came up with a tangy vodka recipe xD It was amazing - I really couldn’t taste the vodka, but.. it didn’t help that i was still buzzed T.T

Eventually. The girls vomited (her moreso than i) and slept. The guys vomited and slept. It was a tough night. So much happened, it was really a night I’m not sure I’ll forget.

I had already informed my parents that I’d be home late. Though I wasn’t expecting around 4. The sober one drove me home~ but I forgot I didn’t have my house keys. Lucky for me, I eventually found a way back inside the house xD

Well I’m done blabbering. It was fun, good night! o(^.^)/

Occasionally I would run to my friend and complain to her about what goes on in my family/during my day. Once the semester started, I started crushing on an extremely intelligent boy in my chemistry class. She completely supported my decision. I was excited.

Later I found out she only supported it because she didn’t want me to go to her anymore. She wanted me to vent out on a “boyfriend.”

Great.

I always thought that’s what friends were for.

But I guess it is true. Girls’d rather have a boy to vent to. My sister does it. My friends do it. No wonder, the amount of complaints from me seem to be extremely high in comparison to theirs.

Sigh. I’m starting to wonder what happened to my friends.

What’s your opinion on what a boyfriend is, to you?

<3333333333 What cuties~

At first I wanted to blog about a dream I had, but I can’t seem to remember it since I was running around the house trying to find food.. =/

So now, I’ll be complaining about how much I lack in being disciplined.

I had a schedule out for what I’d be doing daily/weekly, which is basically:

M/W — Classes from 10-7. Study/Do homework in between classes

T/Th — Class from morning to noon. Study/Do homework after class & Run at night.

F — Swim & Run, Study if need be, and Practice driving if I have the time.

Sa — Swim & Run & Study

Su — Break.

Sometime in February, I stopped swimming frequently and didn’t practice driving at all. About a week before spring break started, I started skipping the M/W morning class. I haven’t once ran since I wrote that schedule. During spring break, I was told to take a break - I ended up taking a really long break and I still haven’t come back yet. For example, I stopped studying.

My goal this semestre was to be consistent in studying, to attend all lectures, and study everyday, so that everything is fresh in mind and I wouldn’t forget everything…

So I have failed in attempting to discipline myself in studying, which I hope I can force myself to study on my own this summer. D:

Gotta do this! Its finals week! My first final is @ 10!!!!!! ><

I just noticed my posts are unusually long =(

My apologies. I’ll do my best in the future to cut them short ^^;;

My sister is the graduate of 2011 with a bachelor degree in Accounting~ How exciting right? ^^

..until that is, people ruin it for you. Here’s my story:

My plan was to wake up 20 minutes prior to leaving the house, figuring that I had my outfit in mind to wear that day. Unfortunately, my mom had decided to bleach my white cami (not her fault) that same day, and I didn’t set up a plan B (which is, my fault.) In the end, my attire was simply an array of dark colours to set the mood which was originally meant for “being professional,” but who would’ve thought it was going to be also set the mood for the rest of the day also.

Rhetorical.

We left half an hour after our scheduled time, and went to go pick up my uncle (mothers’ side.) My dad, at this point of time, gets a bit angry and goes mad with the car. My dad, earlier, had suggested in using my mom’s car for carpool since its much more gas efficient in comparison to his car.

But instead it seemed like after he heard that we were going to pick up my mother’s brother, he started pressing on the gas and speeding to about 20 feet away from the stop sign before he steps on the brakes. He did this for about 20 minutes until we hit the freeway, which gave me a really HUGE headache that I have even now. It simmered down a bit, since I fell asleep for about 4 hours, but even then it won’t go away.

Personally, I was slightly irritated at my mother for not telling us that we were to pick up my uncle, otherwise, I would’ve prepared myself earlier and not wasted time. But for my father, which I later realised - because he insisted on getting his point across and assumed I shared the same perspective he had - hated my mother. According to him, when he asked my sister if he could bring his brother & co. (whom is currently residing with us), my sister’s response was, “Mom wouldn’t like it.” - which brought on his point of “if you’re against one member of the family, you’re against the entire family.”

Is it just me, or does it feel like Romeo and Juliet? Family rivalries?

Annoying. Its only my dad who feels this protective over his 2nd to the youngest brother. Long story short: [My uncle from my dad’s side] cannot protect himself, but when protected, the action isn’t appreciated; greedy; conceited and worries only of himself; has a child but doesn’t know how to raise it (yes, I know I used “it.” It is again, however, a long story); has a wife and considers himself an “adult” when he doesn’t know how to properly approach any type of adult situations.

Anyway, we finally arrived on campus and walked to the graduation ceremony. Of course, since we were late, there weren’t any seats available for the rest of us. Which to be honest, the set up was ridiculous. But it was good in a way. Small way. We made our way to the middle portion of the open field, and thought “hey, we can’t see squat from where we were at.” I walked first to try to get a better spot so I can catch a picture of my sister. Then I heard a loud “WHACK!” I turned around and saw that my dad had hit my mom with the pamphlet in front of the crowd of seaters. As angry as I already was at my dad, there was nothing I could’ve really done to have prevented the situation, so I had no choice but to remedy what already happened. Though I have to admit I wasn’t that happy to see a guy say to his friends “did you see that? he just hit her like nothing. blah blah.”

My dad is an idiot.

My mom, uncle and I tried to squeeze our way through the aisle in the front so we can catch a picture or sight of my sister in her seat. Now we already know we’re in everybody’s way, but I mean, come on, we’re doing our best here and we have the common sense to leave you guys alone because well - we’re technically a fire hazard and we’re considerate to the fact that you guys are also here to support your kid. But I mean come on sweetie, you don’t have a camera in hand, so as much as I know you’d love to see your own child with your own eyes walk down the aisle or sit down — you’re not even commemorating them with pictures, and by all means, if you really wanted to, you could have someone save your seat while you snuck up to the front to get a picture of them, after you called out to them to face this way.

My mom told me to take a picture of my sister and I told her “Mommy, how can I take a picture of her when I can’t even find her?” The guy behind me laughed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell what his descent was, only that he was European. Unfortunately.. again, I don’t know the entire detail but apparently his butt was up against or in front of a milky-dark coloured man (I’m sorry, I’m not purposely offending him. I simply don’t know what to say his race/ethnicity is, as I’d prefer to avoid conflict so I don’t want to stare too long.) and the European was met with a bundled up ball of wretched words - I felt sorry for him. The man even apologised to him, and he didn’t accept it and kept screaming. I pitied him more, but I wasn’t good at settling any confrontations. Eventually, the crowd control told us to leave as soon as the speakers gave their speech. The older middle aged woman, said “good. get out.” I want to, with all my heart, hoped it wasn’t directed to us all, but I can’t think of anything else she was referring to.

The rest of the day was just dull. Crowds. Boring speeches. Pictures. Finally, back home. I know my dad still didn’t appease his anger, cause he stopped at home instead of driving my uncle home and I suppose the fact that he decides to tell his sister-in-law about the whole ordeal, made it kind of obvious. But to be honest, that probably brought up my fury metre against them (my uncle from dad’s side & co.) even more.

Lesson of the day: Big events are fun, but people need to cheer up and relax to enjoy it. Don’t be a sourpuss. Really.

End of story. I suppose.

Hopefully I can supply you with some good news soon enough! =]

Goodnight~ o(^.^)o

scipsy:

Anatomical model made of Lego by Caly Morrow (Super Punch)

This.. is absolutely amazing. xD Absolutely lovely! =]