. . . Right. My brain knows that, but my heart doesn’t. The last ten or so days were the best times I’ve had in ages. Usually, when I say goodbye to people who leave the country or whatnot, I’m not really affected by it so much. This comes from the fact that I’ve been raised in an environment where people come and go. Plus with the rise of the Internet, keeping contacts with friends is so much easier than the old snail mail days.

However, that doesn’t mean I enjoy saying goodbye. Especially to a best friend. I’ve spent the last week and a half with my dearest friend, making me feel like we were back in our old high school days, and it was incredibly hard saying goodbye to that. I just came back from taking her to the airport with her aunt, and damn I hated that bus ride to the airport. I hated it. I wished she hadn’t gone back to Guam. Never mind the fact that she’s planning on another visit here in a few months, I wished she could have stayed.

. . . Fat chance.

Oh well. I’ve spent practically every night with her, eating out, going drinking, singing our hearts out at No Rae Bangs, sleepovers at my place for good old girl talks . . . Bye bye to that. Now I’m back to the old monotonous schedule of working and bumming around on the computer. At least I’ll have my DS-games to keep me occupied . . . especially Apollo Justice. However, I’d so give up most of my computer times and DS-games to be with her every day.

On a happier note, I got myself a new hairdo. Originally, I just wanted to trim my fringes and dye my hair a lighter shade. I did that, but I also chopped off a bunch of my hair (WAH!) for a shaggy cut. It surprisingly came out nice, but next time I won’t chop off too much of it. X_X;; Ah well, I look prettyful, more or less!

Those three items looks really tasty, don’t they? *gags*

In regards to the entry below about me obtaining the cum laude status . . .

I told my mother in Korean that I received “cum laude,” the quoted word in English. I know I have speech problems, but not to the point that my own mother cannot decipher my words!

She heard “cum laude” like 군고구마 (Goon Goh Goo Mah = Baked sweet potato). I repeated it again, and then she heard CULA and transposed it to COLA. X_X;;

Then, last night Mi Son and I ate dinner at a kebab place in my neighbourhood, Istanbul. We told her we had some “kebab.” First she heard it as 초밥 (Cho Bab = Sushi or something like that). Then she said 개밥 (Gae Bab = Dog Food).

. . . Needless to say Mi Son, my mum, and I had a real good laugh from these weird things. Like Mi Son said, my mum is hilarious without even trying. Nonetheless, I will never forget the day where I’ve been considered to be a sweet potato and a coke. *shakes head*

After two months of impatiently waiting for an answer to what should have been a simple question, I finally got the answer I seeked.

I’m a cum laude, an honors graduate from University of Maryland University College with the grade point average of 3.85.

I am inching closer to deciding on walking in my commencement. I don’t care how bloody nerdy it will be of me, but I will wear that ugly golden-yellow honour graduate stole with my honour societies stoles and cords. Like Sarah had said once, she wanted to graduate with her blings, and I figured since I am not a flashy person to begin with, for my commencement, I should have all the blings.

However, my tassel for my cap will not be the 2008 one. I graduated in 2007, so I will re-use my tassel from my commencement last year for this year commencement if I decide to walk.

But yay for me. Yay for being a nerd and damn proud of it.

- Have a long week at work and an equally long day of work on a Friday. Check.

- Go to a HOF you constantly frequent with a good friend. Check.

- Order some apple soju cocktail and start to get pissed buzzed. Check.

- Get your caller waiting to go off while talking on the cell phone. Check.

- Become annoyed at the annoying beeping noise of the said caller wait. Check.

- Receive a text message after the aggravating beeping sounds. Check.

- Read the text message and stare at it in a dumbfounded manner. Check.

- Continue to stare at it and then whisper, “Oh my, Gods.” Check.

- In a strangle voice say “It’s Mi Son — she’s in Korea.” Check. (Who, by the way, is my best friend currently living in Guam.)

- Ignore your friend’s confused “what” and call the number back. Check.

- After getting Mi Son on the phone, in a controlled (somewhat) voice, scream the following: I’m going to fucking kill you. OMG. When did you get here? I’m going to fucking kill you. Why did you not tell me you were coming? OMG. I can’t believe you’re here, this can’t be possible, but I don’t fucking care since you are! I will fucking kill you when I see you!!!!! Check.

- Finish my crap on the computer, open up my packages, and sleep for a busy day tomorrow. Check.

*stops hyperventilating* Wow. What a surprise. I cannot believe she’s here. OMG. She’s here until February 26. If I disappear, you know what I’m doing. OMFG. Somebody up there loves me. I don’t know who or what, but they do. Oh man. The next ten days will be absolutely, positively, infinitely awesome that words will fail me. Instead, I will squeal and scream like the bloody idiot I am.

V for Vendetta V for whatever BS TC will type below:

In general, I am not a vain person. I could careless about my appearance as long as I look clean and my clothes are not horribly colour coordinated. But if there is one thing I am vain about is my hair.

My one true vanity is my hair, yet I absolutely hate it.

Since I’m Asian, I am cursed with the typical black hair gene of my ancestors. I. HATE. BLACK. HAIR. At least on myself. I wished my hair was a lighter colour, and I look better in light shades, too! Unfortunately, though, even if I tried to dye it to like light brown or so, it always turns out orangey. The only way to get the colour I want is to bleach it entirely and then re-dye it. That is surely the best way to go bald with all the chemical damages to my hair.

Also, like most Asians, my black hair is straight. I. HATE. STRAIGHT. HAIR. Curling my hair with a curler does not work. My hair refuses to stay curly unless it’s permed, and that’s also very damaging to my hair.

BLARGH. The only thing I really love about my hair is that it’s long and it’s somewhat thick. And it’s sort of has volume, especially with my fringes. They don’t lie straight on my forehead like some people does, apparently. But then again, I constantly swipe it back to my head and let it fall

Anyway, enough of that. Happy Crappytine’s Day, everyone. In lieu of the commercialised holiday, here’s another nerdy TC moment: I was very amused at work to see how many people forgot the apostrophe S after Valentine. MWAHAHAHAHA. God. Being an English major sucks sometimes. Oh well. At least I have some candy and a big heart-shaped box filled with chocolate, thanks to several parents at my workplace and my daddy!

Ah, soon I shall get my dad to open up the bottle of Dezzani’s Il Dolce Bianco (Sweet White Wine) and my parents and I will have some. That’s one damn good wine, and this is coming from a person who cares less about wine and whatnot! The wine is really cheap, too. Five bucks for a bottle? That’s not bad at all.

ETA: *stabs the stupid weird wine prong that refused to get the cork out* I hate corks. Why the hell can’t all wine bottles just come with a regular screw cap to make people’s lives easier? Now the wine will wait until a real corkscrew comes into the house and STAY in a place where it will be accessible instead of disappearing into a thousand hiding places in the house.