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Alright. I don't know how many people still read this, but for the few that do I would like to do some shameless advertising of my other blog:
aartihome.blogspot.com
The Aarti Home is where I spent last summer volunteering and I met some amazing children there. The blog is dedicated to those children. I won't talk about it too much cuz it's all detailed in the blog. Go!
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Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
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Wow. Yesterday, me and Angie were talking about bad pop-punk bands we used to listen to and it reminded me of my angsty teenage days and how my deadjournal's username was "punkr0ckprinces" which reminded me of this live journal. After staying up way to late reading through my old entries, I think I would like to start writing in here again. I don't have time to write a lot b/c I have to go to CollegeTrack soon but for now, I would just like to say that I hate Maureen Dowd. I don't care about her stupid Obama crush/obsession. She must have something else in her life to write about other than how much she hates Hillary. It was interesting/semi-entertaining the first three times she wrote about it, but now she need to take her red hair and stop using up space at nytimes.
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1. What did you do this school year that you'd never done before?
(Starting from beginning of last summer)Interned at a biophysics lab at Stanford, became counselor for Areon, missed band camp(!), played in Pit Percussion, marched bass clarinet, went TP-ing, went to winterball, tried to write a capella music, painted in my own free time, went to Santa Cruz with friends, got into college, arranged and played music for a musical, presided over DTF, took vicadin, befriended administration, visited colleges, drove to Berkeley, got really hurt by a close friend, cried in front of friends, went to Friends and Family Night, learned Indian dancing, asked gay men for fashion advice at the mall, played solos in jazz band, went to jazz festival in SF, organized a quartet and won second place, had my senior flute recital, went to Yoshis, drove high, went to a grad student party, ate soft shell crab, started eating salads, tried whipits, hung out with Kassey outside flute lessons, went to Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, was visited by Lucie and her boyfriend, won at bowling, took 3 APs (okay thats kinda lame, shut up), took a real slacker class, actually slacked off and really stopped giving a shit.
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don't think I made a new years' resolution. Next year it will be to be really friendly to everyone at college no matter my preconceptions.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Yes! My Uncle to my adorable baby cousin. The only boy in the Chen family!!
4. Did anyone close to you die? No, thankfully.
5. What countries did you visit? uhh..pitifully, none. I didn't do very much travelling at all this year, but I AM going to Tibet in September.
6. What would you like to have next year that you lacked this year? a good close group of friends
7. What date from this school year will remain etched upon your memory, and why? Probably when I found out I got into Stanford.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Getting into college. Putting myself out there for DTF stuff.
9. What was your biggest failure? Not really having super tight friends before going away to college. I couldve also done more for Diversity.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Nothing serious.
11. What was the best thing you bought? my Ipod video
12. Whose behavior merited celebration? Edward's. as always. for being there and being supportive without getting too white on me. Honorable mention goes to Kevin, Taryn, Char, and Connie.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and/or depressed? Sarah's. Enough said because I don't like thinking about her. There are things to be said about Lisa and Jason, too, but I won't get into it.
14. Where did most of your money go? food and clothes.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Stanford. Visiting Belmont. Graduating.
16. What song(s) will always remind you of this new year.
Gwen Stafani's Hollerback Girl reminds me Kevin and summer, I discovered Fiona Apple and Laryn Hill this year, James Blunt's Beautiful, Indian music/hip hop, that swing life way song
17. Compared to this time last year, are you: happier or sadder? Happier. I think only death or something terrible like that could have made me sadder than last year.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of? I always wish I do more for Jackie.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of? Taking Sarah's crap
20. How did you spend Christmas? I don't remember! There's something wrong when you can't remember what you did for Christmas.
22. Did you fall in love ? Yes, with Edward Norton and Dr. Mcdreamy
23. How many one-night stands? ...
24. What was your favorite TV program? Grey's Anatomy and Project Runway!!
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? I hate Saratoga less but I hate Sarah a lot more.
26. What was the best book you read? This is difficult...Running with Scissors
27. What was your greatest musical discovery? Lauryn Hill
28. What did you want and got? new Ipod
29. What did you want and not get? new digital camera, new laptop
30. What were the best movies you saw for the first time this year? Don't watch a lot of movies. The best ones come from psychology: American History X, Girl Interuppted, all the creepy case studies
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were ya? 17! Sue got Jason's a capella group to sing for me and then we went to dinner and came back to my house to eat cake Sarah and Sue bought for me. Kevin got ppl do donate money to buy me a plane ticket to fucking Boston!!
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? a close group of friends. emphasis on the group. The Sarah/Kevin thing to not exist.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005? Forever 21-trendy-really-bright-and-colorful
34. What kept you sane? My own car so I could leave the house for Starbucks whenever I wanted
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Edward Norton and Dr. Mcdreamy
36. What political issue stirred you the most? Darfur
37. Who did you miss? Boston people. Cty people.
38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned this year: Friendship is a two way street.
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I guess I should talk about prom cuz it's supposed to be a special night or what not. It was actually a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I went with Edward cuz I knew he'd be fun date, which he was. We ate, we danced, we were social, mostly with non couple people cuz all the couples were too busy having vertical sex on the dance floor (stephen, grace, lisa, anthony, emily, stephen chu).
After we went out to eat with asians (jason/dora kevin/sarah lisa/anthony grace/stephen michelle/jose andrew) at Carrows. And then Ed and I went to Sarah's to eat some more (Sarah's mom made us food at 3 in the morning. Housewives are crazy). THEN Stephen's asian friends got a hotel room and he told us that there was a jacuzzi so we went to the hotel to drink and go into the jacuzzi BUT it turns out there is no jacuzzi and his asian friends want to go eat, so we drink in their hotel room and sortof just...take over. I sortof feel bad, but not really. We were loud and obnoxious so I guess the asian friends left, but I don't really know what happened cuz I passed out and woke up at 9 in the morning with my glasses behind my head and my legs completely hanging off the bed. Other than a really painful and sore next day, it was pretty fun. and free!
And now there's only 3 weeks left of school and then I'm a college kid! yay, can't wait!
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Put your music library on shuffle and answer the questions with songs in the order they come up. it doesn't really make sense at times, but some answers you come up with will freak you out.
1. What's my mood like right now?
Maybe It's Because
2. How's tomorrow going to be for me?
Mean Mr. Mustard
3. What kind of person am I?
C-Jam Blues
4. Am I loved?
For You Blue
5. How can I achieve my highest potential?
Nice N' Easy
6. What should I do with my life?
All You Need Is Love
7. Is everything really going to be alright in the end?
Wake Up
8. What is my best quality?
You Rascal You
9. How does my sex life look?
Slide
10. What's the meaning of life?
A Most Peculiar Man
11. What do people think of me?
Touch The Sky
12. Would I make a good catch?
Everything's Not Lost
13. How Crazy am I?
Caravan
14. Will I have a good life in general?
At The Zoo
15. Can anyone ever really love me?
You Oughta Know
16. Can me and a mate ever be more than friends?
Those Magic Changes
17. What's going to happen to me this week?
Tomorow Never Knows
18. Where will I be a year from now?
When You Want Em, You Can't Have Em, When You Have Em, You Don't Want Em
19. What is my biggest wish?
My Love Is On Fire
20. What is the love of my life doing at this very moment?
Yellow Submarine
21. How will I die?
Do You Realize???
22. What will happen after I die?
Deception
23. How do my friends feel about me?
Young At Heart
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-I got Regents for UCSB (scholarship of 6000/yr plus other benefits). I'm not going to take it but it's definetely tempting and flattering :D This whole college process has been heightening my self esteem which is really twisted and hypocritical of me. Oh well
-My dad is back and my parents are having marriage troubles, as usual, and it pisses me off, as usual.
-I love existentialism and I love Sartre.
-I made a decision yesterday that Jamie Pak is really cute.
-I like Sonali. I think shes going to be my Sarah replacement. Lets see how that goes.
***I want to go to Australia, but I don't. I just want to play over the summer. But I feel like I should go back to summer intern because it was pretty fun and it made a lot of money and it'll definetley help me in the future academically/resume-wise. I'm torn. College people, please give me advice on what I should do the summer before college.
-Bonding is so boring. Chem is the most boring subject ever and that's the only reason why I'm updating right now. Cuz I don't want to read chem. Sigh...
-I CAN'T WAIT TO GRADUATE
-The other day in econ, we were learning about the federal reserve system and I thought about how im going to start this education-improvement company that will act like the federal reserve and make money and then allocate profits to other poor schools to help them and make more profit. Haha econ is so boring.
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
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My mom left us and I'm not really sure how I feel about it.
I also fucking hate valentines day.
Why is everyone leaving me?
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Monday, February 13th, 2006
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Watching Crash has made me think about the whole race thing, and this is my conclusion:
I think when people generalize about "black people" or "mexicans", what they really mean is "poor people" or even "poor blacks", "poor mexicans". Because, honestly, which situation would make you more uncomfortable: meeting a black man who is dressed nicely and sounds educated or meeting a white man who is wearing dirty, baggy clothes, and talks about getting tits and ass. And so to people who say that we will never get rid of oppression, a social class, I agree that we will never be able to eradicate the poor or fix the economic disparity, but what we can do is eliminate the immediate pairings society does of black/hispanic/whatever and poor. I mean, if you think about it, the entire Affirmative Action program lies on this racist-assumption that all minorities grew up without the same opportunities as whites. However, I agree that a poor white man faces less obstacles than a poor minority man, but that all goes back to the fact that society has equated many minorities with poor and thus gives the white man more of a chance than the minority man.
So I think if I got into politics (which I probably won't), this is what I would work on: eliminating the association of economic-status and ethnicity. I think if AA (for college admission) was tweaked a little bit, it would work out really well. I mean, if geographical location and interests (factors that we don't exactly choose) are part of the college decision, why can't ethnicity? No one is sueing a college for discrimination against the East Coast. And I think if we increased the number of minorities graduating from college, they would be integrated into the middle to upper classes and so would their children and all the generations that proceded them and that would be a good start (better than anything anyone is doing now) to eliminating minority with poor.
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Saturday, February 11th, 2006
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2005
January
I thought about this a lot in Mexico and just now cuz I just had a cigarrette (shut up). I also feel wierd posting this because I feel really lame and high-schooly, but I really miss going to parties.
February
Tomorow we move into our new house for the next 6-months.
March
10:34a Students said that cracking down on partying will be a challenge for school officials. After the police crackdown, they said, many students continued drinking at another round of house parties. Hahahaha I love belmont.
April
So this weekend, the band went to SF for a minitour and slept over in hotels but I didn't go cuz it cost 300 dollars which is a complete ripoff and my dad didn't want to pay.
May
Best line of prom:
Me: Kevin is so cute but hes such an asshole to me, I dont get it.
Stephen (gay boyfriend): Maybe you secretly like assholes. It's okay, I actually like assholes.
June
Oh so, I wish I sounded more excited but I got an intern!!
August
I saw Niki today!
September
In Psych yesterday we read an article about how writing bad experiences is literally good for your health (lowers blood pressure and such) so it reminded me write in here. Not that I'm going to write about bad experiences. I realize that I didn't write about my intern at all.
October
Yesterday Sarah told me that Dustin (this guy who graduated last year and is now going to Santa Clara U. and is in love with Sarah) was going to a party in Santa Cruz hosted by his roommate and that we were invited. So reluctantly, I got Stephen to drive us to SC.
November
My friend just wrote me this email from UCLA:
December
I didn't get into County Honor Band.
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Sunday, January 29th, 2006
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Winterball was last night. Pretty fun. More fun than I thought it'd be, and less awkward too, but still akward none the less. Went to Elisha's ginormous house to get ready (her bathroom is bigger than my bedroom), boys came over, took pictures for way too long, dinnered at the Hyatt, got lost, found Capital Club, danced, whined about our heels, trekked back to our cars, and then hung out at Ravi's in his private home theater....Indians are fucking rich.
Highlights of my night include the balloons, arvind accidentally calling me fat, the word game, and charading Pussycat Dolls.
And today I went to the Stanford banquet. It was so surreal that 1. I was sitting with my future classmates, and 2. People were trying to sell Stanford to me when it clearly should be the other way around. I'm still waiting to hear back from UCs before making any final decisions though.
Happy Chinese New Year!
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Friday, January 20th, 2006
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Yay! I'm so happy that I'm done at life for the next 6 months.
I went to Santa Cruz with Stephen, Kevin, and Sarah today and we had a fire and cooked hot dogs and made smores. :D
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Monday, January 16th, 2006
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g ot mil k412: okay well
g ot mil k412: im goign to invent teleportation
D00FUSKID 2000: oh well then
D00FUSKID 2000: i guess i cant beat that
g ot mil k412: nope
g ot mil k412: you can't
D00FUSKID 2000: ... except with my cure for every disease ever known (past or present) and solving all the problems of poverty and hunger
g ot mil k412: yea well, too bad you wont be able to go to countries with problems of poverty and hunger efficently enough without my teleporation machine
D00FUSKID 2000: yea, and too bad you'd be dead w/o my cures
g ot mil k412: oh wait i forgot to mention that i invented immunities to all diseases
g ot mil k412: so ppl won't even need your cures
g ot mil k412: sorry
D00FUSKID 2000: wtf?
D00FUSKID 2000: u wanna play dirty? fine
D00FUSKID 2000: oh, and i forgot to mention that i invented instant bio-teleporters that let you teleport w/o having to enter a machine
g ot mil k412: oh well ppl find that sortof creepy and they just don't like your logo
g ot mil k412: therefore my sales exceed yours
g ot mil k412: by a lot
D00FUSKID 2000: oh, and they realize that jenny's "immunity thing" actually has side effects you didnt account for, which makes them even more sick. luckily my cure can still save people from that
g ot mil k412: um your cures cost too much and thanks to the republican government that you promoted, medicaid fees are sky high, so people take the chances with the occasional headaches that come from my immunities
D00FUSKID 2000: ... but to their surpirse, they contract potentially fatal "headaches" from your cure. luckily, my chartiable causes, i give them cures to all of their ailments. that, along with my already having saved the entire third world, gives me plenty of political capital to replace the oppressive government that people falsely blame me for helping to install
g ot mil k412: but then you become too power hungry and decide to take over the US. People agree because of your "charitable causes", failing to see that this is just a facade of your bastard corporate personality. You then proceed, trying to take over the world in a neo-nepolian fashion and end up being humiliated by britain and banished to antarctica. You spend the rest of your sad, pathetic lives with penguins who peck you to death.
g ot mil k412: *napoleon
g ot mil k412: i'll give you a point and say that you manage to conquer poland
g ot mil k412: though thats not relaly saying much
D00FUSKID 2000: but in the future, the people who believe they have ousted a cruel leader realize their folly. i was never anything like napoleon-- i never was out for conquest, i only bettered the life of every man, woman, and child i affected. i wasnt power-hungry and didnt have a bastardly corporate agenda-- that was all propoganda from my detractors. I was actually a benevolent leader, the likes of which this world has never seen, and never will see. and the ultimate irony, is that mankind was still able to find a way to lose the greatest thing it had going for it.
D00FUSKID 2000: --- and why would i invade poland?
D00FUSKID 2000: if the last 200 years has taught us anything, its to not fight a land war in western russia
g ot mil k412: ah but in the future, I will still be glorified for my 37 nobel prizes (17 in medicine, 13 in peace, 6 in physics and chemistry, and 1 in literature - my autobiography), my immense capacity for caring for every individual on the earth, and my unhuman intelligence
g ot mil k412: your just a could-have-been
g ot mil k412: i am a "was"
g ot mil k412: but i gtg dinner
g ot mil k412: ttyl
D00FUSKID 2000: oh, and therein lies the irony. I was misunderstood for my time, hated by my detractors, and those who would believe their lies. but you were falsely glorified-- placed upon a pedastal wrought of lies and deceit. O how the great are misunderstood and the fools flock to the flawed
Auto response from g ot mil k412: away
D00FUSKID 2000: dont have much to say to that do you?
g ot mil k412: i would hardly say i was falsely glorified
g ot mil k412: afterall, i invented teleporation and immunities to all diseases
D00FUSKID 2000: ... that would have killed ppl if it hadnt been for my cures
D00FUSKID 2000: and you marginalized those poor, starvind and helpless souls of the third world
g ot mil k412: you tried to capitalize off of sick people
D00FUSKID 2000: what would your expensive teleportation machine do for their misery?
D00FUSKID 2000: no i didnt
D00FUSKID 2000: thats just the porpoganda you spread
D00FUSKID 2000: thats what you did!
D00FUSKID 2000: giving them "immunity" that made them sicker
g ot mil k412: im sorry, i dont spread porpoganda
g ot mil k412: and without my teleporation machine, WWIII could not have been prevented
g ot mil k412: everyone knows that because of the effiency of my teleportation machine, diplomats were able to resolve problems before leaders made rash decisions to nuke eachother
D00FUSKID 2000: an outcome that would never had happened had your propoganda not foiled my charitable efforts to stop ww3
g ot mil k412: HA
g ot mil k412: you say charitable
g ot mil k412: i say green-eyed jealousy
g ot mil k412: everyone knows you were envious of my growing fame and glory
D00FUSKID 2000: and lo and behold, the envious eyes of propoganda have reemerged
D00FUSKID 2000: im not going to argue about your 'use of deceit to make yourself look better
D00FUSKID 2000: history will who that i never had ill intentions for anyone
D00FUSKID 2000: and always did teh best for everyone
g ot mil k412: okay well at least i was not pecked to death by penguins
g ot mil k412: oh and also you never found a girlfriend
g ot mil k412: while my love life was quite healthy
g ot mil k412: and fulfilling
D00FUSKID 2000: ........
g ot mil k412: siigh yes anthony
g ot mil k412: one day you will learn that 100% and academic prizes are not everything
g ot mil k412: it is only true love that can give you a reason to live
g ot mil k412: i"m sorry that you were too caught up in making money to realize that
g ot mil k412: happiness just cannot be bought
D00FUSKID 2000: :-(
D00FUSKID 2000: that blow
D00FUSKID 2000: was too low
hahaha yes, i win
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Saturday, January 14th, 2006
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I got asked to winterball
in the nerdiest way possible
I was at the library doing chem and needed help with this redox reaction so I asked Arvind and he came over and looked at it, and while he was fooling around with it I started talking to Akshay and then Arvind's like, Jenny I can't figure out this equation but maybe you can help me with this one:
(and written on my chem paper was) Arvind + ______ = winterball
HA
And then I laughed really hard and said yes.
I'm looking forward to getting a pretty dress and pedicures and dinner before the dance but not really the dance at all cuz it'll probably be really really awkward because I've talked to Arvind about three times in my life.
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Sunday, December 25th, 2005
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Hey kids,
I'm in China :D
I sorta love it here. Mostly just the food, and of course seeing my family. I could deal without the lack-of-traffic-laws, bathrooms-that-consist-of-a-hole-in-the-ground, and that whole language barrier thing. I can understand everything and get around when I need to, but trying to explain to your relatives what I've been doing for the past two years runs into some trouble.
Anyway, we arrived in ShangHai. My uncle is some high gov't official and knows important people so someone ShangHainese and extremely rich sent over a driver and personal tour guide and a credit card for all of our expenses. Yep... I had raw crab that was actaully really delicious. I've also had more seafood in the past few days than in my entire life, I think. Other events in ShangHai includes buying cheap namebrand stuff (puma shoes for 10 dollars, coach wallet for 2), seeing the house where the Communist party started, a famous chinese mansion, and the aquarium.
Yesterday, we (we=me, mom, sister, uncle on mom's side) arrived in XiaMen where some my youngest uncle lives. He just got married recently and had a son (the last-chance baby and the only son so he's taken care of like crazy). I'm in his "wedding room" right now which is basically where him and my aunt had sex on their wedding night. Sortof gross and creepy, I know. Anyway the son is so cute! He's only two months old so he doesn't do anything but cry. I can't wait to see him grow up just so I can tell him that I remember when he was two months old...
Today we drove to ZhangZhou which is where the rest of my dad's family lives. I love them! They're so cute and family-ish. They also love to remind me how fat I am. Today's event include a volcano, the house of an emporer (his family is still living there but they're into tourism now, I guess), and seeing rural China. Rural China is always such a shock to me. If you went to ShangHai or BeiJing, it would honestly feel like an American city, except everything is chinese and there's two hundred times the people. Everything is just as big and tacky as NYC. But drive an hour or so out and it's completely different, complete poverty. Shacks made of straw and old coke cans, garbage piled up along the street, raw meat stands - it's a huge culture shock. I took pictures and sortof felt like an ass and everyone was staring at me. People here can tell immediately that I'm American. Maybe it's cuz I'm so fat, haha.
Anyway, if you wish to see pictures go to
sharethemoment.shutterfly.com
I shall be uploading them throughout the week. Hope everyone had a wonderful whatever-you-celebrate!
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Thursday, December 15th, 2005
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Sunday, December 11th, 2005
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Really good night. Went to the holiday party of this grad student I worked with over the summer, Matt. I reremembered how much I love the people I worked with. Smart, friendly, funny, chill, notbad looking, too bad their all at least 7 years older than me. Sighhh.
I painted this painting of people walking in rain and I gave it to Matt, even though it was supposed to be for my dad. And for Will, I have him a TP-ing set of toilet paper, silly string, and shaving cream. It was funny and not akward. People haven't made me this happy with their personality in a long time.
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Friday, December 9th, 2005
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I didn't get into County Honor Band. It makes me sad because I got in last year and I'm a senior AND i've been practicing that piece forever and the only conclusion I've gained from my not getting in is that I suck.
Sigh.
And I tried so hard too.
I hate it when I work hard and I don't get what I want. I haven't been working hard on many things this year either so its just like FAILURE IM A FAILURE AHHHH.
I guess on the upside I'm going to Matt (grad student i worked with)'s Holiday party tomorow. Yay drunk grad students.
I need to write about what my friends did for my birthday on a night when I'm less depressed. (They pitched in for money for a ticket to boston and Kevin made this fake ticket that's really impressive/funny. I cried when I got it, that's how happy I was. Also Sue got Jason's a capella group to sing for me. Cutest thing ever).
I hope I get in early. 5 more days...
I'm goign to try updating more.
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Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
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College - scares me. I've been scared of the C-word since middle school, really. Why? Because it's like judgement day for me. It's the point where I can no longer put on a show for my parents and pretend to be intelligent. I either have it or I don't, and for my parents at least, it's shows through what college I get into. So it's the deciding point of whether or not my parents have raised an intelligent, hard working, worthy child. Obviously this isn't how I feel about college. College scares me because I'm used to working hard and achieving what I want, but this is not so for college. It's a crapshoot, we all know that. Even more so when you go to Saratoga High School and you're competing against 47 of your qualified classmates to get into Stanford early. And that's only early. Sigh. I think I'll just end up at a UC. I've also realized that college = a good chance I will never see some of my east coast friends ever again. That's always a pleasant feeling. Especially when you're PMSing. No, but what really is a pleasant feeling is thinking about my frenchies. I've figured out why I love them so much! Cuz they're nto caught up in the stupid bay area mentality of work-as-hard-as-possible-to-make-as-much-money-as-possible-because-this-is-the-only-way-i-can-be-successful-in-life. They're not the richest people in the world but still incredibally happy with their life. They're like my alma mater. I'm actually not quite sure what alma mater means.
Some other quick points in my life:
-My MIT interview went well. We talked about drinking and sneaking into guys dorms a little way too much, I think.
-I want to get more ear piercings and my nose pierced
-I want a tattoo of a dragon. Is that too asian?
-I got into orchestra, yay!
-Flute competition on Sat. Booo
-Birthday on Sun. The BIG 1 7. R rated movies, here I come.
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Thursday, November 24th, 2005
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Ok. I need to update. This is going to take a while...
Alright last time I updated was October. So since Oct theres been a lot of bitching about band, band, and band. Diversity is finally getting rolling and we've gotten together to watch Crash and have had productive conversations about it. Stanford Early App is completed and submitted. Other than the fact that I wrote that I do band for "54 weeks/year", I feel pretty good about it. My UC app is done. Hopefully I will get into Stanford early, though I doubt it because 47 people from Saratoga applied. If not I have 5 more private apps to go, two of which are common. My MIT interview is on Sunday! My flute recording is complete, hopefully I will get into some orchestras. I got my first D ever on a Chem essay (that I studied a lot for, actaully). My friendship with Sarah Murray is slowly ending for superficial reasons. Me and Sue have become really close. Same with me and Sara. And finally, there is Long Beach.
Last weekend band went to Long Beach for my last ever marching band competition!!! We missed school on Friday to "record our playing" which turned into a two hour rehearsal under the hot sun which I was not happy about (esp cuz I had to miss Lang for it). Then we got on a nine hour bus ride crammed with 60 other sweaty smelly people and a certain two that I had to watch touch each other the entire way - not cool. But fun with the help of Sara and Sue. Friday night I did an interesting drug with Sara, ate a pot muffin in front of Ms Verson, then stayed up with my roommates (me Sarah Sue and Char) stayed up and did funny impressions and had a good time. Saturday we watched some of the bands perform, performed, hung out, found out that we got second to last (which we were all happy about cuz that meant we didnt have to perform again for finals), and watched the other bands who were fucking amazing. Saturday night was the award ceremony and I won a cute stuffed cow and then a group of seniors sneaked off to my room to have a senior shot cuz band ended ! Then me and Sara shared the drug with everyone, drank some more, said some stupid cheesy drunk stuff to eachother, and passed out on my bed. Sunday I woke up early so that I could come home early to see Lucie and Steve! (more on that later)
Notable memories from that trip are: sharing dumb stories with Kevin, Sara being on top of me on the bus, Sara eating her gigantic bread, Char's Risa impressions, everything retarded Sarah said, Varun on nitrous, my talk with Emily, sleeping with Stephen, Big 2/Assraping Akshay, being stupid with Kevin, all the laughing on the buses between stuff, making Chris Rea uncomfortable in the hot tub, Chris Rea farting in our closet, "fighting" Chris Rea, oh Chris Rea is my favorite freshman, have you noticed?
Okay and LAST BUT NOT LEAST, LUCIE AND STEVE ARE HERE! They arrived on Saturday but I was at Long Beach and I felt really bad but I returned on Sunday. We went to the mall Sunday afternoon, Monday they came to my Psych class and we went to In n Out and a cd store and then we took a tour of SHS that evening. Tuesday I wanted to bring them around school but Hyde wouldn't let them so my mom took them to the mall and that afternoon we went to Tech Museume and walked around San JOse and ate really really good burritos. Mmmmm...Okay yesterday I showed them big houses and told them about all the rich people who live in Saratoga and then we picked up edward, got Japonese food, and went to see Redwoods/beach, got lost in Santa Cruz, came home, ate dinner, went to Safeway to buy food for Thanksgiving meal. Today me and Lucie cooked a THanksgiving dinner and Steve watched football like a true American family. Tomorow is SF and Saturday they go home after eating Krispy Kreme. I'm really sad they're leaving . They're the cutest couple I have ever seen. They're clearly in love and not disgusting at all. Lucie is the nice, paitent one who acts like a mom to Steve. Steve is the fun, joking one. The entire week he kept on saying "I have never seen that" whenever he saw something really American (like a fat person) or bizarre and today, me and Lucie took out the pie we made and he goes "I have never seen that". As in my pie was disgusting mishapened. But he asked for seconds which means it was good. :D Steve's funny, we make fun of each other a lot. :( :( I really will miss them a lot. They said that American kids are "more free" and we do what we want more. Oh and Steve thinks its weird that we put marshmellos in our hot chocolate. But Lucie is the one willing to try anything Steve is the one scared to eat Miso Soup. I could write an essay about them.
Okay I end with some pictures:
The first and last SHS dance I've been to.
Chris Rea, the adorable freshman whom I love
The gay boyfriend
Why I love Sara
My favorite picture of my band group minus Sue
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Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
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My friend just wrote me this email from UCLA:
Where shall I begin?...
Thursday night was spent in satisfaction with a great orchestra
performance, and with my nose deep inside
a book on a mathematical hypothesis for prime numbers. In retrospect, it
was a funny beginning for the
kind of weekend I had.
I was bummed to hear that Herbach would be in Berkely for the USC
football game this weekend, I havent
seen him for close to a month now, and it would have been nice to have
him to hang out with along with
the other guys that were supposed to come down. But, alas, it didnt work
out. But i wasn't about to let
something like that get in the way of what I thought was going to be a
fun weekend.
On friday night, Jason Booker (joel's older brother who goes to UCLA)
gave me a call. He wanted to see
myles and michael thermond once they came down, so I invited him to come
hang out in my room while we
waited. I got to know him a little bit, and I really like the guy.
Hopefully I'll see him around again
sometime.
Jason was hospitable enough to invite us all, once everyone arrived at
ucla, to his apartment to just hang
out and take a load off after a long car ride. Later he would tell us
that he meant to specifically warn us
not to go to Mexico... haha as if that would've made a difference.
Bradon (you met him and his dad down in puerta viallarta) wanted all the
guys from saratoga to visit him
down in san diego, and the guys convinced me to come down with them to
visit Brandon at SDSU. In the
back of my head i knew a trip to San Diego would mean a trip to mexico.
But I didnt let it bother me, I was
with experienced partiers. And I could handle myself, for sure. I guess I
made the mistake of expecting the
same from them.
As I predicted, we all headed down to mexico with me at the wheel (i was
driving myles' car). The plan was
for me to take it easy down in mexico so that I could do the drive back
to our motel in San Diego as well.
Since I'm not of a drinker anyways, I liked that plan. We pulled off onto
the last freeway exit before
Mexico, parked the car and headed to tiajuana.
The thing about Tiajuana is that you know you've made it there by the
smell. On one side of the bridge you
have USA, the other Mexico. Once you step on Mexican soil, the stench of
fecal matter and alcohol attacks
your nostrils. I had to laugh at that once i experienced it for myself.
What a shithole.
It was fairly early when we sat down for our first round of beers. Maybe
6 o'clock. Maybe earlier. Through
this whole experience I had little idea what time it was, since I left my
cell phone (and its handy digital
clock) in myles' car thinking I wouldnt want to use it down in mexico. At
a dollar per beer, the $20 beer
bucket seemed an irresistable temptation to us all. Round after round was
served, and even I drank enough
eventually to be a little drunk. In fact, Thermond decided to stop
drinking so that he could be the one to
drive home eventually. We still had plenty of night left though, we
hadn't even considered leaving.
We went from bar to bar, mostly for changes in scenery since the beer
costs the same everywhere. At one of
the bars one of the guys had a drinking glass full of tequila and he
wasn't sober for the rest of the night.
Towards around 9 oclock or so myles, three of the six guys had literally
drunk themselves under the table.
Eyes were half closed, words were incomprehensible, blah, blah. I mean,
it was funny to a certain extent,
but how many times have i seen that happen before? Too many for me to
laugh for very long. But these guys
are my friends, and I dealt with it.
We head towards the boarder for some vague reason, apparently were
meeting up with one of Myles's
friends. Whatever. I didnt care what happend at that point. I sort of
just wanted to go back to the motel
and fall asleep, so I was gald we were away from the bars and from the
alcohol. Half the people I was with
got too drunk, too fast, and I was a little anxious to know where all of
this was going to go. (As I'm sure you
are, don't worry here comes the "exciting" part)
As we sat at the beginning of one of the bridges that... bridge.... USA
and Mexico we watched one of our
friends beligerantly yell at the mexican citizens passing by. One small,
old-looking man in particular didnt
like the fact that this asshole american was yelling at his face and a
yelling match started between him and
brandon. Really dumb move, but he was too drunk to listen to anybody or
to know what he was doing. At
this point i really wanted to drop that guy off at SDSU.
The group decides to move closer to USA to meet up with this friend after
the episode with the mexican
citizen. So we walk across the first bridge. About 3/4 of the way across
we're stopped from behind by cops.
They tell us to sit down with our backs to the wall. They start speaking
spanish to us, and it hits me that
these are mexican cops. The kind you hear about in those horrible stories
of Americans being stranded in a
mexican prison cell. I decided right then that mexican jail was the last
thing that I wanted for myself, or for
anybody with us.
It wasnt long before the cops figured out that I was the only person that
they were going to be able to talk
to. The rest didnt know spanish, or were too drunk to know what was going
on, or both. In fact some of
them would try to answer the cops in spanish and just fuck things up for
them. I had to spend a lot my time
convincing the cops not to listen to anything my friends were saying.
I tried to be as vague as possible with the cops at first. They would ask
what was wrong with my friends, I
told them they were too drunk to take care of themselves and that I was
taking them back to the US right
away. They asked who was bothering the mexicans, and I pretended not to
know what they were talking
about. They accused us of smoking marijuana, of doing coke, of harassing
mexican citizens. Luckily we had
no drugs on us whatsoever. The police obviously wished to side with the
report that was probably given by
one of the passerby that brandon yelled at, and so they began getting
more direct with their questioning
with me. "Tell us who did this and the rest of you go, we hold your
friend for 24 hours". This beligerant
drunkard is my friend, I couldn't point him out; it just wouldn't have
been right. They said that they were
taking all of us to the judge and we would all be held overnight. I tell
them that I want to resolve it right
there. They ask me how much. This was their plan the whole time. They
give us two seemingly hopeless
options, and then give us a much more safe, much more appealing third
choice. Its a scam thats been going
on longer than I've been alive, I'm sure. All I could think about is
getting out of there, so I tell them how
much I think i have in my wallet. $100. Was this a place where I should
have bargained with them? Was this
figuring how much fish I get at what price with some guy in Hong Kong? I
don't think I had another option,
not if I wanted to get out of there right away.
With this offer, the cops immediately lightened up. They ask "you'll give
us $100 if we let you and your
friends go?" I say "Si." They let everyone but me leave, and I stick
around to talk to the cops a little longer.
This part made me a bit nervous, alone and with two mexican cops I wasn't
sure what to expect. They tell
me the moves that I'm supposed to make. As I wait there with the first
cop, the second will move into a dark
corner and wait for me to put the money in my hands, I'm told. Before I
leave to make the drop off, the cop
tells me to take my friends straight to the US and to not come back to
mexico. That sounded like the best
idea I'd heard in a while. I leave to make the drop off, realizing two
seconds before i hand the money over
that I only have $80, nervously I hand him the money and walk away.
"Okay chill the fuck out and lets go home" I say, once I meet up with the
rest of the guys. I was really
frustrated at this point. When I tell them I paid an $80 bribe to the
police, one started yelling and cussing
drunk ramblings about mexicans and about the police. Another said he's
going to stab a cop. I'm so
disgusted with the group I'm with right now that I almost don't care what
happens to them as long as I get
home. Almost dont care.
We get to ANOTHER bridge. This time two of the guys start PISSING off the
fucking overpass into the
mexican traffic. Mexican citizens below were yelling and pointing at
these two drunk assholes. I think to
myself that this can only end in bad. I wanted to run, I wanted to just
fucking run to the US and forget these
idiots and forget the problems they were causing me. But these guys are
my friends. I waited for them to
finish peeing at the other end of the bridge. One comes up and is
immediately accosted by cops that come
out of nowhere, but then my other friend comes running up to catch up
with all of us, and the cops dive
tackle him to the ground, rough him up a little, and handcuff him. I
watch him lay limp at the feet of these
two cops, and I'm hoping he's not seriously hurt. I look over towards my
friends and see that they're already
on their way off the bridge- they have no clue that this happend.
I YELL at them, "YO! The cops just jumped our guy! We can't leave!" They
turn around giving a confused,
innocent look ( i hope that it was innocence). They say "oh shit" or
something- and about that time they're
handcuffed by some other cops that came in to help out.
I really didnt like this situation. They pull a friend and I aside and
start talking to my friend in spanish,
pretty soon these guys realize that they have to talk to me. I look to my
right and watch my friends sit
helplessly at the end of the staircase that we're standing on. I'm a bit
higher up on the stairs trying to
explain yet again that my friends are too drunk to take care of
themselves and that I was just on my way to
take them back home. They tell us that it will be $100 fine for each of
us... now that I think about it,
maybe they meant me as well. We would all be put in front of a judge in
mexico, there'd be jail time. I just
felt so seperate from this whole ordeal that I almost forget whether I
was in any actual danger. But perhaps
they DID mean me as well the second time. In any case, I immediately
looked into the female officers eyes
and told her that we wanted to resolve it right there. Again, after some
vague hinting, the officers bluntly
asked us home much we would pay. Since I was out of cash, I asked the
friend that wasnt handcuffed how
much he had. $60. Thats what we offered the second time. They told us no.
And no. And then I offered to
go to the ATM and get more. They said no. Why didnt they want that?
Could I have gotten away? Could I
have gotten the attention of an American Police officer? In retrospect
its easy to ask these questions, but all
I wanted to do was to get these CORRUPT PIECES OF SHIT out of my life
forever. Eventually, after taking
money from everyone else's wallet- just stealing it, taking it like it
was there's right in front of my friends-
they accepted the $60 bribe and let us go.
I told people to shut the fuck up. I told people not to do anything until
we're in america. I hoped that we
could walk the last 500 feet to the US in peace. We did.
Myles spent his time talking about how he can't really respect anyone
that uses money their parents give
them. That was the worst part of the night for me. Except for a few words
and a goodbye, I didnt talk to
him after that. He had just finished taking a piss all over the people
that work for a living, so fuck his
respect. Fuck a lot of what those guys did. Fuck.
In a moment where I expected gratitude (even unspoken gratitude!), I get
indignance, insults. Thats not a
fucking friend. Myles can hang out with people he has real respect for.
I know this story has a strong bais to it. I'm sure I wasn't perfect in
all of this. I tried to do this the best way
possible. I bribed cops, watched my friends break the law, tried to lie
my way out of trouble, didnt speak up
about certain things when I maybe shouldve. But fuck, what was I supposed
to do? All in all, I think things
couldve gone worse. But seriously, I never want to deal with that
bullshit again.
As bad as it is, its a nice story, eh? See you at thanksgiving. Love you all.
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