| Sad memoryI was going through this one girl's album of her friend's birthday. Birthday girl was surrounded by friends and she had so many presents, nice ones too. She just seemed happy and loved. And then I was reminded of my own birthday. Bitter nostalgia. Nobody told me as you get older, you'd get lonelier. Maybe next year I'll have a happy birthday.
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| Well, damn, I've been gone for a whileSo there I am standing on the fabulous balcony save the lack of an oceanfront and the fact that hanging your towels there to dry is, in fact, a violation of the villa's code. (wth)? It is nearly black outside and a cockroach is preparing for a sneak attack on the Asian girl with her cellphone in hand, that Asian girl being me.
As I was saying, so there I am calling my mother after the second day at Hilton Head Island to check up on my family like a good daughter when she announces that they are planning an last min-trip to Myrtle Beach for Independence Day. Yay America! Lately my parents have taken to bringing my friends on family trips, which is just lovely, like finding 20 kiwis in the fridge. I inhale deeply and ask if I may bring Chris, a boy, the boy I went to prom with twice, and then apologize because the idea sounds absurd and that they would most likely not approve. Mother doesn't say anything so I say goodnight and call the boyfriend. Then the cockroach attacks and I proceed to squeal pathetically. I destest cockroaches.
While the parents are making plans...I am digging my toes in the sand and burning my nose in the hot sun. I am posing for pictures and resting on boogie boards. I am sitting Indian style on a rope in the pool, which is like a giant toilet, says boyfriend (mother agrees).
My mother calls back and next thing you know I'm asking Chris to come to the beach with us. Unfortunately, my car suffers a minor accident two days before the beach and I have a panic attack. Fear. Tears. All that.
In order to avoid all the July 4th traffic, mother makes us all hop on a car at 4 in the morning only to arrive to a nice hotel with shitty management. I'm still angry at them. I'm not sure since when, they thought it was okay to book one room to two different guests. Or to give us a room that was clearly not properly supplied with a view of the garage instead of rolling waves. Huh.
The fireworks were beautiful. But it was a bit disheartening that comments were made my way that angered my boyfriend very very much. Suppposedly one Asian guy said I was beautiful and then the girl next to him asked, "Seriously?". Chris let this one slide though. Just a minute later, a drunk bastard by the pool tells his little buddies, "I think I'd like to fuck an Asian chick tonight". I ignore it and keep walking, do a check to see if Chris is still there. He's not.
Instead Chris walks right up to that guy and tells him to "watch your fucking mouth" because it's disrespectul shit. I was dead scared a fight was going to break out in front of my mother! That would not be the best impression. And because of that stupid drunk bastard, Chris was unable to enjoy the fireworks with me. So I kissed his cheek hoping he'd feel better and that mother would not turn around and see. Mother turned around and saw. *Oops*
But overall, I enjoyed the beach trip with my family and boyfriend. He impressed me a lot. My father was also very nice to him. We even got to go to an aquarium together. Very sad news aquarium day though. A 19 year old boy, friend of Chris's, died, drowned in a lake on July 3rd. I also knew him. He was Vietnamese and so a few of my parents friends knew him as well. R.I.P Tai Nguyen. It's just so shocking how quickly life can end.
Sorry this was a novel.
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| Getting rid of a tanI'm so desperate to get rid of my tan. Anyone know how to?
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| Not a reflection of my emotions.Time-wasted, depression driven, energy sucking, salty drips of water rolling down her face.
Afraid. Scared. Holding her breath. Doesn't want to make a wrong move.
The lion roars. The tiger pounces. Baring teeth of mighty jaws.
Blood.
Shriek.
Silence.
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