Weekend

So I realized during this weekend how I lively my family is.


My fourth of July, that is.


For starters, I finally got a phone


YAY!


Yeah...my hair wasn't in its best shape...neither was my groggy mirror.

But i was happy, even if I didn't know what I was doing half the time.

And then came the horror of texting. Sheesh, that thing should be a lot easier.

And then the realization that everyone had already made plans (well, it was the forth of July)

SO in the end I spent it with my parents at my aunts house, whom by the way wasn't at home - she had left at dawn with her lover. Yeah, she left her kids at home...alone.

One can imagine what an uproar it caused.

Specially when my grandmother arrived.

She's the type that everyone always listens to even if she says the sky is green. So when she saw what was going on, it was as if hell was loose. Such a small plump lady could actually evoke such fear on everyone.

Its terrifying yet better than any Korean drama.

WAYYYYYY better.

But to cut it short, my aunt didn't arrive home until ten in the night. And when she did, she had the dignity to cry. Don't think this fooled my grandmother though. She was like a small she-devil, ready to hack off her head.

I bet the screams were even heard out in the street despite the big booms of the fireworks.

Stuff like, "He's married! What are you thinking!" and "Leaving your children at the care of your pregnant sister! Do you realize your 18 year old son is handicapped? Did you want her to lose her baby for the sake of yours?" and "You stupid whore! How could you bring such shame on me!"

And then there was the sobbing and cries that went along the lines of: "I'm sorry!" and "He loves me!" and "He knows how to take care of himself."

And a lot more sobbing after that.

All i can say is that with a family like mine, who would ever get bored?

Yup. My night ended with the booming and smoke of fireworks and the shrilling screams of a chaotic family intervention.

Such a lovely night :)

Melancholic Night

I am a very different kind of person. For starters, I am very intense. Not a lot of people know this since I'm careful to act differently in public, but my family knows it. At least my sister does.
And what I mean when i say that I am very intense is that I'm a big fan of strange love. Ha ha. I enjoy those excruciating moments, the ones that leave you breathless and with a bitter pang in the pit of the stomach. I don't want that sappy love.
Yet yesterday, as we were driving to my cousins house, my dad slowed down because of a bump. I, uninterested in where we were going and such, was stuck in my own world, listening to Ludo's "The Horror of Our Love" when my eyes caught something interesting.
Standing in front of a house was a boy and girl, probably around my age, maybe younger, and they were talking. They wore hooded sweaters, the girls hair flowing out. The puffs of their breath was visible in front of them as they spoke; the guy laughed as he took her hand.
And then it was over. We were already zooming past them but that one simple image stayed in my mind.
I wonder why that was.
I mean, I'm not a fan of those type of actions. I like seriousness, not subtle, innocent flirtation. Yet why was I so entranced with that scene?
Hmmm.
I was stuck with that question all night long. Even we went out for tacos and we took the same street back, I couldn't help but search for them. In my mind, that was such an innocent scene. And suddenly i wanted to feel that way as well. Perhaps it wasn't the same intense feeling i yearn for, but it still left me feeling so melancholic.
Ahh...what a night...

Starting...

Hmm...where to start?
Well...to be honest the idea of having a diary that people see is intriguing. I know it makes no sense. After all, isn't a diary supposed to remain a secret?
Well, in a way it is because people won't really know me. Unless you happen to be a stalker and find me. Or a classmate of mine finds this blog.
Even if no one ever comes across it, it doesn't matter.
Because it's mine, after all.