So Leslie and Arlene came over to make orange chicken.
One thing to say: Holy shit, never put wet chicken into hot oil. BAD!
When they came over we sat and chilled for a bit. First time my sister and I tried hot cheetos and cream cheese. Fucking amazing! Then we watched Sweeney Todd...which isn't the best movie to watch when you're hanging out...and if you're cutting raw chicken. Guh...
Haha, the whole cooking experience was hella fun but equally disastrous. The flour burned in the pot and the whole house was filled with the smell of smoke. And when we tried to take out all the burnt stuff the oil started hella bubbling. Hmm...deep frying is a tricky business.
Sorry, no picture this time! Dx I got lazy after all the cooking/ cleaning that I just wanted to friggin eat!! But here...it's an orange chicken :D
hahahahaha...I laughed for 2 straight minutes on that title ^^^^
Leslie and I made Japanese Tempura some 3 weeks ago. It was a day of firsts:
1. Leslie's first time cooking a full blown meal. *Confetti!!* 2. My first time going grocery shopping. Whoo, independence! 3. First time my parents didn't have to cook (well..without going out or ordering out, etc...)
This was hella days ago LOL. This was for a potluck for AP lit a few weeks ago. Best. Potluck. EVER. It was a basic potluck with one rule: everything you bring has to be homemade. EFF YEAH xDD
So what started out as a disaster...
...turned out to be pretty frickin' legit!
*side note: Today, my mom told me about when the Vietnamese royalty would eat like a 5+ course meal every night. I told her "how do you know, mom? Where you THERE?" She got mad at me and told me to get back to work. She doesn't like it when I make fun of her age. ;D <3 you, Mommy
I'm so proud of Project1Life and ultimately to be a part of putting together IgNite a Hope.It was worth all the F-bombs and the stress and the late night meetings. It feels good to be working solely for the purpose of helping people and damn it feels good!!! Better than an A+ on a test, I'd have to say; and for an asian that is something HUGE.
It was a great time despite the freezing weather. Thay Thang let me borrow his jacket, but I can't give it back to him until camping Dx. That's a long time without a jacket! All of the performers were great sports and they gave it their best performances. I'm so happy I got April Chase's autographs. I never really heard their music before, but after last night...well, they've gotten themselves a new fan :) Jenny Suk was amazing too. I've noticed that after her first performance, people were all cuddling together close to the stage and starting to really enjoy the chill atmosphere that we were aiming to achieve. All I have to say about the dance crews...they made me want to be like them Dx
The guests were awesome sports too. They endured ice cold wind and stayed past 9:00 to see our videos. I even saw that a few of them stayed behind to help us clean up. :D :D :D Honestly, without them, there would have been no point in having the concert. Free love! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
People might say I'm crazy, but I can't wait to do this next year xD
I know, I promised not to bitch about it but I can't help myself. I told my mom the benefit concert was moved to La San just now. Should have seen the look on her face. Classic "I told you so" look. Like she was waiting for us to fail. FUCKING GAH. Then she started judging our leadership leader like he's gone crazy. "So...WHO'S idea was it to put on this charity event? Hai right?" FUCKING WANTED TO SLAP HER. Then she started lecturing me about how I wasted all my time for a charity event that might not even happen. "so, all your grades went down FOR NOTHING" FUCKING CHRIST!!!!
I HATE it how adults think the didactic relationship with "younger people" is a one way deal-- they believe that children are a blank slate they can write whatever they want on. That is not the fucking case!!! What they don't realize is they are not the only source of information/wisdom available to their kids. And I think that idea scares them shitless. I think that's why the so-called "asian parents" shelter their kids so much--so that whatever their children learn will be soley what they teach them. That sort of attitude, the way I see it, comes from 2 main things-- xenophobia and straight up pig-headed pride.
The way parents see their relationship with their kids is this: they're the teacher, and you're the student. You're too childish to know anything about how to handle the world. ETC. ETC. ETC... (this is where they usually start lecturing)
What I don't understand is what they mean by "childish." I think the term "childish" is, in a way, stereotyping the way we see children, and ultimately younger people--they are stupid and they don't know enough to make the right decisions. The problem is these attitudes aren't just limited to younger people. I mean, if you look at the history of all mankind, what do you get? Imperialism (like little kids arguing over candy), The Cold War ("give me what I want or I'll blow up your country"), George Bush (need I say more? >.>)...all stupid decisions made by adults.
I'm pretty sure many adults realize this, but they just refuse to accept it. Seriously, if they want their kids to be exactly like them, they should just find a way to make asexual reproduction happen. EFFING CHRIST...
I guess my whole point is that maybe adults should start accepting that while there is plenty to teach younger people, they can have a whole lot to learn FROM them.
haha, I'm just ass-hurt about my mom finding my progress report. She lectured me but wouldn't let me talk. So I guess this is more of a rant than a ramble. WHATEVER I'M DUN.
Still waiting on the new camera...I don't want to take anymore pictures with the paper weight of a camera I have right now cause those pictures SUCK HUGE EFFING BALLS. Hahaha...so yeah I hope that helps (to whoever wanted to know)
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right
We were never meant for do or die
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you want to cry
Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone
The challenge? Take pictures of things I see everyday that remind me of one of my friends. There are two objectives I want to accomplish with this-- one is to appreciate the little details in life. The second is to kind of appreciate my friends through how I see them in the things around me.
Well, if anything, it'll help me with my photography skills..LOL
In huge ways, I love being at the age where I begin to develop my own ideals and beliefs. I don't know, I find that I'm starting to deviate from the "conformist" ideas that I've grown up with-- success is the main goal of life, education is the only path to that success, and your happiness depends on the stability of your paycheck.
First of all, I don't understand what my parents believe success to be. My mom tells me time and time again how her sisters are obsessed with money and she doesn't approve of their materialistic lifestyle at all. Why, then, does she pressure me into getting the highest-paying job she can think of? Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be a pediatrician... I love kids and I'm pretty good at science, but I lack the dedication. And I'm guessing that's because it's not something I truly want to do.
What I wanted from being a pediactrician is the experience; working with the children, and being a part of their lives...like being a half-parent to 30 kids. I wanted to help people. But these expectations from the work, the tests, the grades, all this technicality thats taking away from the purpose.
Maybe that's why I "lack discipline" or "don't take what matters seriously." But, honestly, "what matters" is what my parents think matters--their definition of "success"; and it's starting to take a toll on my mentality...why do you think people feel as if they fail in life? Because they don't meet their parents' expectations. So now I feel like I'm only working to please my parents; but it doesn't seem to be working. My scores can't please them, and I feel, to be blunt, fucking miserable.
The only break, and ultimately, a true purpose in life that I get from all the talk of math class, SAT scores, GPA, college applications is Leadership. Leadership is pretty much the satisfaction that I wanted out of being a pediatrician-helping people. But after a brief "talk" with my mom earlier, I found out that "if my grades start dropping, leadership is done." So, basically, my happiness is going to be bartered away for my "success." Excuse me if I'm wrong for calling that bullshit.
*sigh* I guess what I'm trying to say is that I miss having a normal conversation with my parents; something that has nothing to do with school or my future or whatever. I'm sick of being put on the guilt trip of "your father and I work so hard just to see you do well in school" or "your father and I don't work so hard to see you get B's in school" as if I didn't care how hard they were working. I see my dad come home everyday sick and exhausted from working two jobs, and I see my mom wake up at 3 everymorning to go to work. They don't realize how bad I feel to ask them for anything. But I just hate that the only way I can make them happy is to bring back a good report card.
But they have to realize that I can't spend my whole life trying to please them; they've given me the foundation...but now I need room to grow.
