Today, well, technically yesterday, though to me the day is not over until I have gone to sleep, we attended the Java St. 4th of July celebration hosted by some influential guy named Henry. We were invited by my mom's colleague and me, my parents, sister, grandparents from both sides, uncle and aunt went. I fondly refer to it as "Asianfest" because it is essentially a gathering of Cantonese people. This year was the second time I went, and it was interesting. I still cannot fathom the alarming rate at which time has passed. It feels like just yesterday that it was this time last year.
Midway through the festivities, said colleague's son (with two friends), daughter, and nephew arrived. The chicken burgers they had at the gathering were unacceptable, and borderline inedible. Thus, I accompanied the son, his cousin and two friends on a journey to McDonalds for some "real fake food". We walked through the streets of Brooklyn, acquiring curious gazes most places we went. Not really, though--I'm just paranoid. When we finally reached McDonalds, we realized we had walked in a huge circle when in reality it was basically down the street from where we were. In any case, it was fun, and I got a 99 cent vanilla soft serve cone out of it. Yum.
After returning to the fest, the Macy's fireworks spectacular started. If you'd like a better idea of where we were, we were on the Brooklyn side of the East River. It was nice, very dramatic and endearing and spectacular of course.
Alas, they did not have a cheeseburger shaped firework.
Nor did any explode on top of us--which is a positive
Hope that all enjoyed our nation's birthday.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
i want you to stay please hold me out til my breath runs out
I got my shirt in the mail today! I'm so excited.
I was just telling my mother that it should be coming tomorrow, and I open the door, only to find it on my doorstep in its pretty Hollister cardboard box. It's lovely, I like it.
Anyway, I decided I need to do some moral cleaning.
As in, rid myself of bloodsucking bitchy friends who find pleasure in the pain and misery of others. I have no need for them, and they will only hinder my path to happiness.
I try to be a nice person to everyone, and I've always stood by the belief that in order to be unconditionally nice, there is lying involved. Honesty is just not a uniformly nice trait. The truth has its edges, and some of those edges are sharp, perhaps even sharp enough to cut. Somehow, though, my lies might take things too far, digging a hole too deep for me to fill up with simple excuses. I'm determined to stop doing such things, to stop digging holes for myself.
The first thing I must do is to stop caring so much about the things that useless people have to say to me. I do care what others think about me. It's inevitable. It doesn't matter what that person means to me, I do not like being thought of as a bad person. Still, I've lost respect for two people whom I used to be able to consider my best friends, and now I'm surprisingly apathetic towards the whole situation.
I'd like to believe in karma. But I know that in truth, life will give some people all the lemonade, while others will have to make it themselves out of the bits and rinds of lemons they are given. It is that way because that is the way the universe works. On the other hand, I haven't given up hope that perhaps those who have trespassed against the innocent will get what they deserve in one form or another.
I'm not saying I was completely innocent in the issue, I certainly could have done things differently. But I would never use the mistakes of others as an excuse to call someone up to make them cry. I may say I will do it, I may soak the joy of being a bitch out of it, but I would never actually pick up the phone and dial the numbers. It's just too cruel and so cliche.
Either way, it drives me to insanity.
I was just telling my mother that it should be coming tomorrow, and I open the door, only to find it on my doorstep in its pretty Hollister cardboard box. It's lovely, I like it.
Anyway, I decided I need to do some moral cleaning.
As in, rid myself of bloodsucking bitchy friends who find pleasure in the pain and misery of others. I have no need for them, and they will only hinder my path to happiness.
I try to be a nice person to everyone, and I've always stood by the belief that in order to be unconditionally nice, there is lying involved. Honesty is just not a uniformly nice trait. The truth has its edges, and some of those edges are sharp, perhaps even sharp enough to cut. Somehow, though, my lies might take things too far, digging a hole too deep for me to fill up with simple excuses. I'm determined to stop doing such things, to stop digging holes for myself.
The first thing I must do is to stop caring so much about the things that useless people have to say to me. I do care what others think about me. It's inevitable. It doesn't matter what that person means to me, I do not like being thought of as a bad person. Still, I've lost respect for two people whom I used to be able to consider my best friends, and now I'm surprisingly apathetic towards the whole situation.
I'd like to believe in karma. But I know that in truth, life will give some people all the lemonade, while others will have to make it themselves out of the bits and rinds of lemons they are given. It is that way because that is the way the universe works. On the other hand, I haven't given up hope that perhaps those who have trespassed against the innocent will get what they deserve in one form or another.
I'm not saying I was completely innocent in the issue, I certainly could have done things differently. But I would never use the mistakes of others as an excuse to call someone up to make them cry. I may say I will do it, I may soak the joy of being a bitch out of it, but I would never actually pick up the phone and dial the numbers. It's just too cruel and so cliche.
Either way, it drives me to insanity.
hey baby can you bleed like me
Everything is moving in slow motion. It's a fucking trip.
Memories fading
limbs revolving slowly
around the tides of time.
We are falling, we are falling,
slowly into a stupor we
never knew to hold so dear.
The river of our minds is so clear,
translucent as a newborn's eyes,
we are rising, we are rising,
against the current of blood lust
we are coming up for air.
I have a morality issue that is currently bouncing back and forth across the surface of my mind. Here's the background information regarding the situation that escalated today. Last week, activities inducing impairment were engaged in, and this resulted in a kiss between two individuals not exactly entitled to kissing, lest of all understood. Then, the male culprit promised that he would inform the two hurt parties himself (ex girlfriend and best friend) so no one else should say anything. Upon hearing this, I naturally took it seriously and agreed, so long as he promise to tell them himself. Accepting his promise to be binding, I naturally do not mention it, nor do I feel an overwhelming need to stir shit without any true purpose. Alas, the mouths are not so tight-lipped, and the ex girlfriend stumbles upon the truth, thereby launching a merciless tirade against the female culprit. The best friend found out through the EX and that created endless conflict as well. Now, question is... why the fuck?
Memories fading
limbs revolving slowly
around the tides of time.
We are falling, we are falling,
slowly into a stupor we
never knew to hold so dear.
The river of our minds is so clear,
translucent as a newborn's eyes,
we are rising, we are rising,
against the current of blood lust
we are coming up for air.
I have a morality issue that is currently bouncing back and forth across the surface of my mind. Here's the background information regarding the situation that escalated today. Last week, activities inducing impairment were engaged in, and this resulted in a kiss between two individuals not exactly entitled to kissing, lest of all understood. Then, the male culprit promised that he would inform the two hurt parties himself (ex girlfriend and best friend) so no one else should say anything. Upon hearing this, I naturally took it seriously and agreed, so long as he promise to tell them himself. Accepting his promise to be binding, I naturally do not mention it, nor do I feel an overwhelming need to stir shit without any true purpose. Alas, the mouths are not so tight-lipped, and the ex girlfriend stumbles upon the truth, thereby launching a merciless tirade against the female culprit. The best friend found out through the EX and that created endless conflict as well. Now, question is... why the fuck?
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