I have the tendency to make my life really interesting.

I rarely turn down an opportunity to do something…to meet people. I make abrupt, spontaneous decisions. And I know I take the risks.

So isn\’t that why I am in the mess that I am right now? Isn\’t that the reason why someone\’s innocent smile can turn into an evil, accusing grin? And isn\’t that why a look of understanding can cause salty tears to fall from my eyes?

It\’s always better to know than not to know.

EDIT: THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT NAIM.

Went to see my cousin (who I haven\’t seen for 4-5 years since the last and first time I went to the midwest…) Jeff with his girlfriend in San Francisco today. My family is puny compared to my friends\’ who have so many relatives that they can\’t keep track. Jeff was the only cousin that I had ever talked to (regularly) although not as much now since he has graduated and the syndrome of being next a internet-connected computer wears off quite quickly in the job world.

Then I walked around SF a bit by myself. Got shoved in the face by people with backpacks who didn\’t know where they were going. :p

Then watched two movies at home! But I am a Cheerleader (was really good satire of homosexuality but it seemed a bit stereotypical) and The Good Girl (GOOD MOVIE, and that\’s all I have to say…)

And yesterday, V-day. BESTEST DAY EVER. It was a blah event to say the least, but all 9 of us (ALL FEMALE) had such a blast. Before I went, I dropped by Safeway to buy flowers…got a bunch of carnations. At the restaurant, someone else got a bunch of purple irises. So…everyone got a few pink carnations and purple irises. I am sure we disturbed the romantic atmosphere. ;) Pictures soon!

as a result of this week\’s events, I have not been taking care of myself. The last time I actually had real food was Tuesday right before I went to the \”special meeting\”. Then on Wednesday all I ate was just milk and cereal. I skipped lunch. I couldn\’t eat dinner because I was feeling very sick after having the talk with my [EDITED]. Then on Thursday, I felt so tired because I didn\’t eat anything. I had a bottle of apple juice and I felt so incredibly sick during class. (BATHROOM SICK). Because I barely ate. Xing gave me a cookie. Then when I got back, I finally ate the noodles that my mom had prepared me. Ate a few cookies at the meeting. Then ate dry cereal.

And today was the first time I had a real meal. My lunch.

Sigh. And as a result of the past week\’s events, I haven\’t been taking care of my ankle either. Ugh, hurts.

Stacee showed me this and I was so intrigued. It was saddening because she didn\’t die from a drunk driver…but survived with many scars changing her life forever. If she did die, the impact wouldn\’t have been the same. And thus, I decided to google and found a long article on her recovery.

meeps, so along with the losing all my entries part (although I feel much worse for my sis) because the database got deleted. THIRTEEN MONTHS. sigh. :(

BUT ALONG WITH THAT…

I had a major crisis yesterday with my workplace drinking. And as a result, I became upset. Cried and stuff like that. And I talked too much at that vulnerable state and…so thus big mess.

And my random thoughts that I shouldn\’t share with him.

No, you\’re wrong. They wouldn\’t have bothered to check on me. As they are now.

Wrong as you always are.