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Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Monday, 29 June 2009

  • david cook - billie jean

    Update on the sickness!

    I have a fever of 103 degrees. :< I feel like dying. I've been lying here, wrapped in blankets, unable to get anything done.

    What horrible timing. My dad said that I'm not allowed to go out (and go to volunteer, for that matter) because apparently it's contagious. My mom, dad, and I all have it. :|

  • alicia keys - teenage love affair

    I can't believe it.


    I'm sick.

    My head won't stop throbbing, my throat is coated with a thick layer of phlegm. I can barely function. This is amazing! I get sick, like, once a year or something. And for it to happen during the summer? I wonder what got me sick. I took two acetaminophen, and it's helping a lot. BLEH. Can't stop coughing.

Saturday, 27 June 2009

  • ne-yo - let me get this right

    An update is seriously needed here.

    I'm happily munching on a simple salad that I just assembled. Some curly endive, arugula, quinoa, lightly dressed with some lemon vinaigrette. I'm still trying to get used to the taste of quinoa. Can't say I enjoy it, but the texture is great. I love the way it looks too. Too bad it doesn't taste better.

    It's (almost) been a full week since our San Francisco trip. Afterwards, I kind of felt like I needed a break from my friends. I realized sometime during the trip that I was so concerned with not making enough good memories over the summer with my friends that I had completely disregarded my family. They're important to me too, and since my mom just got back from Taiwan, I've been trying to spend more time with my parents and some of our closer family friends. There's been a lot of shit going on lately, and apparently our house is a neutral ground, the moral center, of everything. People are coming and going, getting drunk in the morning and in the night time...This past week has been really bizarre. All the drama, for the most part, seems to have settled down, and hopefully next week, I can go back to living a more normal life.

    Ever since last Wednesday, I've been doing a lot of yoga. I know, right? I hate yoga! Why am doing it? To be honest, I don't know. I guess I was just bored one day, and my mom surprised me by telling me that she enrolled me in some yoga lessons. I was a little hesitant at first, but I got over it. The classes that I'm taking are in Huntington Beach, and it's pretty intense. I didn't know yoga was so difficult. Well, it's probably just difficult for me because I'm fat and really inflexible for a 19-year-old. I've been going for about at least 60-90 minutes everyday. I think what's really cool about this yoga studio is that the classes are held in rooms that are maintained at a temperature of 95+ degrees. I sweat A LOT. It's really gross, but surprisingly fun. It's been four days so far, and I can already feel myself improving. So, that's nice to know. What's also great is that there's a lot of eye candy. It's mostly females, and it almost seems like I'm the only inflexible, fat one there. But all the girls and guys there are so....beautiful and toned. Their flesh is so firm and taut. It makes me feel really self-conscious, but in a good way, I guess. Watching them contort their bodies as the sweat trickles down their bodies...it makes me motivated to want to get fit too. Agh. Anyways, this is my new thing for now. Getting better at yoga. :)

    We have yet ANOTHER family/family friend dinner tonight (three in a row so far)...Tom is coming over to Cerritos. I might bring him over to Arnold's house party tonight if he wants to go. I'm excited!


    Omg, I'm eating a plum, and the dark purple flesh is so beautiful, it reminds me of the pluot cobbler I had at Chez Panisse.

Saturday, 23 May 2009

  • landon pigg - falling in love at a coffee shop

    Last night, my mom and I had another one of those petty quarrels. This time, my dad decided to join my mom's side and they ganged up on me. It was just a bunch of fail. My mom refused to help me with something because I did not make a phone call for her last week. In this phone call, she wanted me to invite Candy over to our house to stay for the weekend. The reason why I didn't call was because I had way too much shit to do (volunteer and homework), and I didn't feel like I could allocate my time to going out of my way to chauffeur Candy around and be as hospitable as I would have liked to be. It's not that I didn't want to see Candy, I just thought the timing was horrible, especially because it's Week 9 and things at school are starting to wind down. I feel like I desperately need these weekends to get shit done, and more importantly, to wind down and take some time for myself.

    If my mom really had wanted Candy to come over so badly, I don't understand why she didn't call Candy herself. I mean, she doesn't work. She's a fucking housewife for God's sake. She doesn't do jack shit all day. It's so easy for her to ask me to invite Candy over because she's not the one who has to drive Candy around. She's not the one who has to entertain Candy to make sure she's not bored. I simply don't have the energy to do all that shit. I mean, I felt like I had perfectly legitimate reasons not to invite Candy to the house for the weekend, but apparently, my mother thought that they were not good enough reasons.

    So, Thomas is coming home from Princeton today, and we had planned on him coming to our house from Sunday-Monday because Jeff is leaving for Taiwan on Thursday. I understand how important it is to Tom to see Jeff and me because we're two of his closest friends. He's pretty much gone all year, and we rarely get to each other. Last night, Tom IMs me and asks me what the plans were. I told him that I was unsure, so I asked my mom. She told me that she didn't know. So, I asked her to call his parents to find out. My mom looked at me, and flat out told me that she refused to call his parents because I didn't call Candy when she had asked me to.

    I was pretty fucking livid. I mean, what the fuck? What are we, five-years-old? I guess I didn't really think about it, but I just told her, "You know what, mom. If you want to be childish and immature, you go ahead and be that way." I turned back to my laptop to tell Tom that my mom was being a bitch, and I could sense her seething from a few feet away from me. At that point, my dad joins in and tells me to stfu. I guess I expected it, because he has zero tolerance for being disrespectful towards my mom. But at this point, I didn't really give a fuck either. So I told him, "Oh okay, you just let her act that way then." Then my mom gave me the silent treatment for the rest of the night. Once again, such juvenile behavior.

    The one person I need to yell at is my mom, and my dad has made it very clear that I'm not allowed to. Jeff tells me to control myself, and no matter how wrong she is, that it is not my place to be expressing my opinions to my mother. I know he is right, but sometimes I wish I could just reach out and punch my mom in the face. And while I'm at it, I wouldn't mind punching my dad either. What pisses me off is that this isn't the first time that this has happened. I remember that she refused to help me bake the Thanksgiving turkey because I didn't help her search for the grooming shears for Snowy (when I had told her over and over that they had been misplaced). I hate putting up with this shit.

    I'm happy the Lakers won last night. It made my shitty night...just a little bit better.