June 11, 2006

• Heyy.

  
  

  Oh oh--Happy belated one year birthday to my cat, Ed!!
  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  <--that's her. =]

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  The Visitors-From-Las-Vegas plot thickens.  This morning, we picked them up from a wedding in Vallejo, and my dad and me wanted to show them the sights while they were in Sacramento--sights we haven't even seen ourselves.  Hahah.  So today, I got the closest I've ever gotten to the State Capitol Building and crossed the Sacramento Bridge for the first time, with the added bonus of me waving to the tourists, and the little children being nice enough to wave back.  Later, when my mom gets home from work, we're planning to eat at Elephant Bar across from Arden Mall.  That should be fun.

  
  

  The guest room that we arranged for them has a bigger bed than mine.  Growl.  You all can fully expect for me to cozy up in that room once they go back to Las Vegas.

  
  

  An interesting subplot is that on the way back from Vallejo, Tito Ernesto was ranting off to me about his recommendation for me to be a nurse because it A) is easier than being a doctor while still making moolah with less years of college and B) gives me a bigger chance of marrying in my own race. 

  
  

  A.  I asked Tito Ernesto what brought up the topic in the first place, and he explained that my dad told him about my "dream job of being a doctor."  That's how Dad described it?  My dream job?  More like his dream job for me. 
  No one mentioned a single thing about me helping people, which was my initial engine to be all for the career.  So when my parents talked hours on to me about me buying them nice houses and what Jobs 'O' Medicine would give me the largest paycheck with the least effort, and never mentioned my old ambitions to heal and help, and with all of you knowing my personality, that was a big turn-off for me.  So "Doctor" is now this big taboo obstacle to me chasing my still-a-mystery career.  Boo.  Maybe if things happened just a little differently, then I wouldn't have to scowl at UC Davis every time I passed by it.
  You'd think that after a numerous number of sobbing, "That's not my dream!  I don't even want to be a doctor!  This was all your plan, not mine!  Why can't you let me decide what I want to do rather than pressuring me?!"s, they'd get the hint.  I guess not.

  
  

  B.  My dad told me about how couples are so unbearingly unhappy and are fated to divorce (not exact words, but if you were there, that's the idea you'd get) when Filipinos don't marry fellow Filipinos, which you can imagine is awkward for me to hear when dating an outstandingly charming Vietnamese young man.  Hmmph.  Be a little open-minded, I pray.  I understand that you want to pass on the Filipino blood, but arrr. 
  It's a little frustrating, as you can imagine.

  
  

  Just needed to pour that out.  There was this insect thing, but that's a story for another day.  Have fun, y'all.

  
  

  Today's lesson: No matter what everyone else says, your path is still your own.  Try to remember that.  Just try.

  
  

  you didn't have to do it, but you did it to say that you didn't have to do it, but you did anyway

  
  

  Bye for now.

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