a one way mission

The morning started off rather slowly. We were just enjoying restaurant city...probably what Mr. Martian is doing right now in LA. Were were also recapping all our memories and pictures we took yesterday. But enough of that! We're on vacation so why not get our day going!

Henry and I went down to the basketball courts. It was here that I noticed how outgoing some little kids are. They must have been less than half my age and they were talking shit, and getting all rowdy and shit. Those kids are saying clever, smart-ass remarks to other kids who would just do the same back.

It makes me think back to when i was a kid...yehh...definitely never was like them. I was always that quiet little Chinese dork who didn't have many friends because I didn't talk much. I even remember some of the sadder moments. Lol emo shit that I can laugh about now.

Anyways, Henry and I shot around before playing pickup games. We won some lost some. I hurt my left foot somehow. I think I strained a tendon or something. When tilt my foot upwards it hurts like a mother giving birth. Okay just a little exaggeration but I was bitching about it all day to everyone. SORRY!!

Henry and I went to the pool to meet up with folks and we took pictures and did some cool shit. Like this...




We shoulda chicken fighted...chicken fought? Oh wait, Winnie's boobs might pop out.

During the trip, we had many topics of interest we spoke about. One of them, were of course our ex's. Along that subject, we also spoke about "the look" that our ex's would give us when they were mad or something...


Before...


After I did something that makes her mad...

Swimming came to an abrupt end when our stomachs started feeling empty and our mouths salivated. Our desired food of choice? Fish fuckin' tacos! Back to the hotel suite we go to change, get ready, and what not. Here is a picture of Sunny that I really enjoy looking at.




He didn't know what was goin' on.

So on our way we go back to Laguna Beach to find that place.


After our first fail. "We can't stop. We came here for fish tacos and we won't leave till we get 'em!" (Or something like that) - Winnie.

After failing many many times and being in a time crunch, we settled with ice cream.


We scurried home empty stomached and prepared a grand meal for Pam's. After all, they did let us stay here and whatnot. So ALL OF US, helped with cooking and setting up the tables and whatnot. Sunny was probably the least helpful with everything. He didn't do shit to help us out. In the end, it all came together. The family plus guests shared dinner around the table together. I was enjoying this moment, feeling as if nothing in this world matters. I was genuinly happy with practically everything in life.


By the way, Pam's brother is named Stanley and yes, it did make everything that much more complicated during the vacation.

Pam's father knows I drink and all the guys are allowed to drink. But, during dinner that night, I chose coconut juice over an alocholic beverage. Stories surrounded the table as we traded words and conversations. I grabbed the bottle of wine sitting on the table just before Pam's father talked about his fraternity back in college "freemasons". I was starting to get a buzz and I was just getting into the conversation. I've never anything about freemasons until I watched National Treasure with Nicholas Cage. So the word coming out of Pam's dad's mouth was unexpected especially under the influence.

Mr. Martian and Arielle hit us up and let us know they were here. FINALLY! We hopped in the car to get the juice from Albertsons.


Since this is us Newark guy's last night here, we decided to party hardy!

This is my drink! Vodka Cranberry introduced to me last summer.


Mr. Martian and Pam. "Martin...are you gay?!?!?!" - My phrase of the vacation.


Henry passed out within 30 minutes of drinking so we surrounded him the whole night. I was mos def watching Transformers on the HD.

End of the second night. :)

What the F Billy

Damn, Billy beat me to writing the damn entry about ghosts and haunted house hunting...Now I'll just sound like a biter. Why don't I just leave a link to his page? Everyone that follows me follows him as well though...so is there really a point?


The Link
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"When are you going to ride me Chung?" - Alyssa

OOOOHhhhh she wants him REAL BAD.

The Shit

More of a photo blog. So this is one of the best vacations I've been on. There is no other way to start off the summer than this trip.

So I picked up Sunny from Newark. And we start driving to LA. On the way there, it was getting unbearably hot for Sunny and Henry. It was fine for me though. To brighten up their lives they decided to take off their shirts in my car and suggested I take mine off. To make the trip even more enjoyable, I decided to turn on my heater (because my AC is broken). We played the hoteness game to see who's a bitch.

I start getting sleepy so I handed over the car to Henry. Ahhhhh! Just in time before the traffic kicks in. It was rather late when we arrived to Newport. We searched for a place to eat but couldn't find anything. Strange considering it's a Friday night and it was only 10-11PM. Our solution? We went to into an Albertson's to buy some toiletries, rotisserie chicken, and Hawaiian rolls. There was a bench outside of the store where we ate our meal. It felt as if we were three kids who ran away from home. We had no utensils to eat with, no napkins, no plates. I was wearing some raggedy clothes. I asked a man if we can have some napkins from the rolls he just bought. We tore away at the semi-bland chicken.

Near the end of our meal, a limo driver pulled up in front of us and offered us a soda. We gladly accepted his kind gesture and decided to test his friendliness. We asked him to take pictures for us and with us. We each took pictures with the limo inside and out. He was a cool/friendly guy who said that being a limo driver here allows him to see “celebrities, rockstars, and pornstars.” I wonder how much money that guy makes.






Mr. Limo Driver being a boss.

Pam had finally arrived with our future friend Winnie. The five of us headed to our rooms. The hotel suite was nice. And “nice” is obviously an extreme understatement to anyone who is in a middle class family. Since I brought my camera to this trip, I figured I'd make use of it. We took a bajillion pictures of this place because we were so amazed. Gigantic beds, fluffy pillows, paintings, HDTV, backyard view of a gorge of some sort. Basically, this is better than what most people experience.


Sunny Enjoying the shower with dual shower heads.


The hot tub I still wish we all hopped into.


The golf course that's a mile away.


Backyard view of houses. I give a "OMG, these people..." look. :)

The next day started off with a big breakfast made by PamBam's mom. Off we headed to see the sights and whatnot.

The OC is hella nice...like a little way too perfect. Look how humungous this house is.



We went to Laguna Beach because the Limo driver suggested it to us last night. He said it was the best beach to go to around here. So took his advice and holy shit, the beaches here are so much more populated and nice.





There is a lot of random things that go on here. For example, we saw a random pony going on its typical afternoon walk. We saw this guy who was talkiing to people at a spot right next to the sand. We calle him birdman because he owned a milion birds that he talked to and fed.




The black guy.



So we stayed there for a good hour just walking on the beach. I actually brought my camera this time on vacation so I started taking hella pics of us doing random shit. An hour of picture taking went by before we decided it was enough.


The girl that made it happen!


The guys skipping gayly (merrily)


The girl that told us we were pretty gay and my reaction.


Pam being a strong bitch.


Meet Winnie.


Sunny having the time of his life.






Group picture!!!

As we washed off the sand our feet carried back, the day has just started. Off to
Newport Beach! I took a nap in the car on the way here. We already knew what we were gonna do here. TANDEM BIKING!!!

So it was my first time doing this and I highly enjoyed it. I guess there isn't much to say about the biking trip.



One notable thing is that people are fckin' bitches around here. I mean, driving through LA, if you do something a little wrong, everyone decides to honk at you. Similarly, when you're biking and you do something that's not a big deal, they make it a big deal by bitching at us/cussing/middle fingers. I'm sorry if my friends bike's chain fell off and we had to fix it. I swear it was pretty much on the side of the street.

Another notable thing is that Newport beach has these small beachfront houses. They aren't the biggest houses but they sell for 3 million dollars. It's about the size of Oai's house in Newark. Foo's be chillin in their front yard drinking and partying. Only a sidewalk seperates them from the beach sand. Ohhh how I want one!!






Probably by far the best group picture.

MmMMMM just in time for some steak and chicken. Rather delicious?!? Hahah. Just a little dry. I still appreciate it though :).

Nothing really happened during the night. Only loud conversations about a certain ex of mine and farts and whatnot. These conversations happened at the pool. This pool is made of money. Large ass chess board like you see in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, ping pong tables, billiard tables eerywhere.





Nice way to end the night.

Enjoy the pictures though.

Currently Eating Empanada's

Last Thursday was pretty crazy!!! I powned my final like I expected. All day, I was anticipating the party. The cleaning, the sitting on the porch barbequing ribs...it was the quiet before the storm.

Keg came in, and the madness had begun. I started off the night with Jager Bombs with some close frieds. Yaad hardcore failed and spilled half his drink onto my carpet.

Henry and I owned in beer pong like always. We are officially the best in the 75 house. Our first opponents...Yaad and Erik P. GG. Kim and Erik. This game gave us a tough time. It was one cup each. I made the the last cup only to be rebuttled by Erik. At this point Henry and Kim were useless. I sank the shot again during next cup. Erik rebuttled. They made the shot. Henry missed. I rebuttled. All in all, there was like 5 rebuttles. We came out on top. Virginia and her co-worker Shirley were next. Shit talking ALL NIGHT to team China. Team Vietnam got conquered.

Almost got raped or something.

Almost fought/grappled a racist white guy. I was trash talking him so much though. Yaad grappled him and put him in a triangle choke. David and Alyssa asked if I can beat him. I told them I could beat him so easily if I wanted to. If Yaad took him out with a triangle, which to me is relatively hard to get, and if I beat Yaad all the time, he should be as hard as a limp dick. He came up to me after hearing me hella talk shit. I said this...

"Honestly, I don't think you're all that good. Yaad beat you. You suck..."

I think he wanted to fight me. His shirt was off already. So I took mine off and threw it at someone's face lol. Someone made him walk away.

Alien head girl commented me "you should keep your shirt off, you look way better". I took it as an insult because I was way too drunk. According to Sunny and Winrey, that's a compliment.

Summer Lovin'

ToDaY WiLL bE ToTaLLy CooLL. LasT FiNaL iN 2 HoUrs. I'M GoNNa bEaT iT uP LiKe cHrIs BrOwN.

Wow, typing likke that was so annoying and painfully slow. I can't believe a majority of us use to do that.

Anyways, my final shouldn't be too hard. And if it was, then I can always copy off of my coo as group members. I will then go and meet Kimberly up before she goes to Fresno so we can eat lunch. Still don't know what to eat. I haven't been having a big appetite lately. I couldn't finish a bowl of Pho. Fuck I'm pathetic :(.

Plans for near future in a list format:

-Party so hard at my 75 house in SJ.
-Get wasted to start my summer.
-Sake bombs
-Beach
-LA trip with Henny, S-Dog, PamBam
-Visit KG, Loren, and Arielle in LA
-Cut my nails, cut my hair.

Party tonight at my house for any of my readers. Sucks for you if you can't/don't want to come.

How do I tell her I know?

Wow, no one is blogging! What da F?

First test of my semester...



Second test for the same class. Didn't know I had a test...



The back of the second test. Don't strain your eyes...

Happy Birthday Dennis

This is basically what Kim and William aka Billy missed out on.