Return of The King

My fellow bloggers and bloggettes! How I've longed for you. I haven't posted anything in over a month. I've been a little busy lately, but I guess that's still no excuse to deny myself the pleasure of sharing my thoughts to the world. Unfortunatley, I haven't the time to get to know the joys of blogging right now. I'll be back.

Opposites attract.....and like objects repel

That saying rings all too true for me and Chicken. Heck, we even started out as enemies some would say. I can't say the same for Hairy and Wienie. They started out as quite the close comrades, but the boat started rockin when they began a relationship. They are too alike. I'm not talking about predictability issues tough. These too have short tempers and have heads as hard as diamonds. When fighting, their resiliency is quite astounding. I happen to be their Ong Mai(Vietnamese name for the guy who hooks a couple up). So whenever there's trouble in paradise, I have to come to the rescue. There isn't much to work with if they both won't talk. Miraculously, I was able to work my Chi and patch things up. to be continued....

Mr. Nice Guy

I know that being passive isn't a good thing, but I expected some benefits from it. You'd think that people would treat you the same way you treat them, but that's just not true. It seems that when people find that I'm a push over, they push me around(literally sometimes). I'm the person they release all their stress on because if they did it to someone else they'll get a bad response. I don't say anything. I just stand their and take the abuse because I think it's therapeutic to get out all your stress, but sometimes they take it too far. Where do I get to relieve all my stress? To all you readers out there of course. As nice as this is, I'd still like someone I can vent my frustrations upon. Especially at this time, when I'm growing tired of everything. Even the will to live. NOT that this is a suicide note though. I mean I'm just tired of life in general. I think all I really need is someone to make me happy. I'm still looking.

A lose-lose situation

A lecture from your parents can be so boring that THEY don't even pay attention to the details. You'd think they'd be practice what they preached like any good role model would do, right?For example, the adolecents in the house need transportation. At that point, the parentals complain that we're annoying. Then there's that wonderful time in a teenager's life where they finally have their own means of transportation. As you would suspect, the parental units will fret over the dangers of the road. Once you hear a long speech about that, you would think that the nagging would end there. Come on. Throw us a frickin' bone here. What do you want? When we ask for a ride, you're too busy. When we transport ourselves, you think it's too dangerous. How are we ever supposed to go anywhere? I'm sure this isn't a problem for everyone. It's normal to me, being the Vietnamese kid that I am. The only thing keeping me from going mad at home is seeing my Chicken almost everyday, but then she gives me quite the bit of drama too. There's no salvation for me.

Did you forget who I was?

Have you ever felt that the object of your affection has become too controlling? Sometimes, he or she appears more like a drill sargent than your loved one. Today, I felt belittled by my Chicken. We were going home from school and I was getting a ride home. She wanted to take public transportation.(I don't know why either.)I insisted that she come with me since it was on the way to her house anyway. She opted to stick to Tri-Met. So, I said I would wait in the rain for my ride if she didn't come with me. I was then left in the rain alone. When I got home, I recieved a phone call. By then, my nose was running faster than the Columbia River. At this point, I was thinking that I would go through another fulfilling conversation with her, but I was wrong. She gave me a lecture that seemed to last an eternity. There I was. Sitting and recieving what I felt was like listening to her talk down to me. Sometimes, I think she forgets that I'm her honey and that apparently we were equal. I guess I'm not. Once I try to defend myself, she becomes angry. She then tells me she takes back everything she just yapped about. I thought I was in the clear, until she says it's not her place to care if I'm in the rain or not. I guess I'm nothing to her.

I got da hook up

Finally, I've done it. I got Wienie and Hairy together. Hairy Wienie huh? I actually didn't coin those nicknames for them. It's just a coincidence. They too were friends who turned into something more. It's very sweet how both ends told me about their true feelings towards the other, but they didn't have the nerve to tell eachother. That's where I came in to save the day. They both said they would only confess their feelings to the other if the other person said it first. I could have just told them both the truth about eachother, but that wouldn't be any fun. I opted to give them both a corny move I've dubbed "The Eye". It's where you look deep into the eyes of your crush and see what their reaction is. If it's a laugh than it's generally a bad sign. If it's a serious return of emotion than you would pop this question: Have you ever thought of me as more than a friend? It worked, but not the exact way I planned. They started laughing when they both figured out I taught them the same move, but they still sought out eachothers' feelings and talked all night. They decided to play a trick on me the next day by blaming me for a disaster. I had promised each of them a dinner if my plan didn't work and at the time I was flat broke. As you can assume, I was pretty angry at my students. They were too weak to go through with it, so they finally told me they got together. Now I get dinner as a thank you. They're hooking me up with dinner at Todai Seafood Buffet. My emotions and my stomach are extremely satisfied.
May your children be beautiful,
may your life be prosperous,
and, most of all, may your sex be wonderful.
Good luck Hairy and Wienie.

Another Sad Note

You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone?
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, now it's your turn
To cry
(Thanks to Mr. Timberlake for these words)
Cry me a river Hanh. I forgive you, but it doesn't mean I'm suddenly happy again. It hurts me every time I think about it. How could you do it? I don't have anything else to say to you about it. Let's just drop it.