sing song sighs from a hermit that is too old to sing

Sitting at the Tully’s, disappointed by the lack of internet, and just watching what’s left of the blanket of snow that was on the ground, I sip my horrible “vanilla latte” and just tap my fingers as I try to figure out what I want to say.

I’m at my second home again. My home, where I grew up and left all my troubles behind as I started to build a new life years and years ago. It feels different. Very different. Because again, it is not home anymore.

Staying in a beautiful new house with just my mom and my brother. Living in a new city where everywhere seems unfamiliar even though I’ve been up here and explored from time to time. Just a lot of different pieces that are gone from what I’m use to.

Coming back for Christmas. It just seems that is the only constant now and even that doesn’t seem a constant for it might change from year to year with different circumstances.

Gazing through the windows, watching the light traffic fly by in this cold and gloomy Sunday, I sit at ease, just thinking. It feels good. It feels right. The weather just sets the mood.

Since it is Christmas time, it only means one thing. A Bah Humbug to all as I sit here and try to type out my yearly diatribes of wisdom and knowledge that I came across this past year.

What can I say? It has been a year. Difficult and easy. A year that has gone by too fast; a blink of an eye and it is gone. Rereading what I wrote last year, what seemed so long ago, but it really wasn’t because everything I wrote in that one still seems so relevant and fresh.

2008. The year of big decisions.

I was presented with a dilemma last year. The possibility of quitting my job and moving home. That was the biggest decision that I have to make. It was huge, especially when I know I really wasn’t ready to do that. Even now, I doubt my readiness to move back here. I’m just not ready.

Luckily for me, I was able to find a new job. That preempted me to make that dreaded decision. I didn’t have to move home after all; just not yet.

Susan helped me get the job. Though I got the job in February of this past year, I applied for it, well at least to RPA way back in October when I was in China. She sent me an email regarding an IT position and I submitted my resume when I got back. But, it just took Blair a while to get back to me because of circumstances. I wasn’t holding my breath. I did have another option later in February.

I was fortunate enough to end things on a fairly ok manner at JGA. I didn’t have to lie to Michelle. The timing was just right as John laid it down that JGA was closing their Santa Monica office and moving it out to Chino. I wasn’t going to drive the fuck out to Chino to do my job, so Michelle just told me to start looking. What she didn’t know was that I had interviews lined up already during that time. Timing, right?

I maybe lucky after all.

Any who, I got my job and honestly, this has been the most stress free I’ve ever been in my life. Not much stress at all. I’ve wrote it in an earlier blog, but I’m working with IT people. They understand IT and the things that go with it.

Sigh.

It was a great decision I was forced to make. Needing to get a new job, because honestly, JGA was just a bad atmosphere. They just don’t appreciate or understand the basis of IT. I don’t know, maybe I am just a big complainer, but they just don’t have their shit together.

But knowing what is going to happen with JGA now, I’m glad I got the fuck out. FUCKING GLAD!

Sigh. Year of tough decisions.

It started out with trouble, me appearing at the end of something. Looking back, it was all bad timing. Maybe things would have been better if we met under different circumstances, no, if we met during different times in our lives. Just maybe.

I understand her position during the early time of our relationship, torn between us two. She loved him and he was there for her for the past couple of years. It was hard to leave and I had to be patient. Maybe it was just this that just strained the relationship so early on. There was a lot of distance between us early on I thought and I just couldn’t deal with it. It felt like she wasn’t there, but eventually it did get better. It did get much better and actually became really good.

As she made that break from him and was free to commit. Well, not commit. Free to just see me and not worry about him. But having been in a relationship for so long is it ever that easy of a break; that clean? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe that was the root of many of the problems.

She’s not to blame for the end of things. I’m not to blame for the end of things. I guess, obviously, we were both to blame for the end of things. Just the way life is, I guess.

I just needed space. I for some reason, being the hermit that I am, just needed my space. Maybe I just needed way more than I was given. It was hard, and I know this is a character flaw of mine, but I love my space and it was just difficult for me to see it slipping away.

It’s not that it was slipping away. No, it was more about being encroached on as we would spend more and more nights together. I know in the end, that is something that I will have to change in myself, to better myself, if I ever want to be iin a relationship again. I need to make that compromise. And I guess she wasn’t the one I was willing to compromise with.

There were many other issues that we had with each other. Things better left unsaid, things better left between us. But sadly, things just didn’t work out.

I am a knight, a paladin, gallant and chivalrous, always wanting to save, to fix. I did my best, but I can’t save anyone. It’s not my job nor my place. But I did try and that was my fault.

I shouldn’t have tried to fix something that wasn’t mine to fix. I couldn’t. I have no control over that. I can only help and was just blind to see that not everyone operates the same way as I do. I can repress things for the most part, or just fix them on my own, with time, slowly letting things go and just getting over it as I put my problems into words.

Looking back, there were many many great times. There were many times where I felt that she could be the one, that yes, I actually found someone that I can care for and just be with. She can always make me laugh. Even now, she can still make me laugh, being the smartass that she is. She can very well take it as she can dish it out.

We even met each other’s families for the most part. Grant it I was never in a relationship long enough to warrant such a thing per se, but she was the first girl I brought over to meet “family”. Granted it wasn’t my mom, but she met Great Uncle’s family, Sister and Gifu, Amy, Kent, and she met Hien and they all seem to get along fine. I’m sure if we were still together at that time, she would have met mom also. Sigh.

But, it just didn’t happen. There were just too many things between us.

After what happened between us, it was rough. Even now, she’s still in my thoughts. Maybe she’s in my thoughts because I actually do care about her, or maybe she’s in my thoughts because of the pang of guilt for what I did, but I don’t know.

Ending it was tough, but deep inside, my gut is telling me it is the right thing to do. The timing…just wasn’t right. She’s just not the one.

But as now, as we have reconnected, not as lovers, but as friends…or what feels like friendships, I’m glad. I’m glad that we’re able to do that, to maintain our friendship, to be able to do that. I’m glad and deeply thankful for it. ‘Cause, even though it doesn’t seem like it for what I did, I really do care about her. She’s a great person, who I want to see happy. Hopefully she is, and hopefully she can find that special someone that can give her what I couldn’t.

Sigh.

Tough decisions.

That was the toughest breakup I ever had to deal with. It was the most heart wrenching and the most draining. To hurt someone like that, to just cause them so much pain, I don’t think I ever want to do that again. It just makes me hesitant in getting into another relationship. Even now, though I know with certainty that I eventually will, but I don’t want to be in a relationship again just to avoid that. I hate making those decisions, but I had to. It was the best thing…for the both of us.

Never again, so I say. But being the realist, I know better.

Sigh. Tough decisions.

Maybe Kirsten is right. I’m just a little lost puppy who doesn’t know what I want. I see what I want right before me, but I just can’t go through with it and pursuit it because something is just holding me back. I can’t cross that line. Maybe I been there, starting something at the end of something and I don’t want it to happen again. I don’t know.

Maybe I just can’t do it because I don’t want to be the reason. Maybe she is looking for someone, keeping her options open, a backup plan in case things do turn south, I don’t know, but I don’t know if I can be there.

Speaking with others, they give me another viewpoint that I can see and understand, but I for some reason can’t do. It just doesn’t feel right. Just be there, hang out and maybe things will happen. But, should I even take the chance, let it go that far and take a chance.

I know my heart, as fickle as it is, I tend to obsess over things that I can’t have. I don’t know. But hanging out, it just feels nice, being able to talk to each other. It just feels good. But, honestly, I really don’t know. I don’t know much of anything anymore.

The feelings don’t feel as strong as they did the first couple of times that we hung out. Maybe it is because it was new and it was the only new thing that happened since my breakup and I am looking for it. Maybe it is because deep inside, she was untouchable, so there wasn’t much pressure in it. I don’t know, but things seem to have changed a bit. Ha…maybe I just over thought things and am just a jumble mess of feelings. Maybe I’m just keeping my options open.

I don’t know. It was a tough decision for me to just tell her that I am interested in her and that I can’t see her anymore. She understood, thankfully. At least she knows, right?

But things do feel a little different.

Sigh.

For the most part, it was a balanced year. A year no different than any year that came before. I was pushed and tried, needing to make the best of things and just slacking on everything else. It was a tough year, a year that tested my mettle, what I am made of.

Looking back, it was a year that made me stronger as a person. It was also a year that just left me yearning for more. More out of life, more out of my life. I just want more, because ultimately there is just more growing up that I need to do. Tons more.

I know that every year I learn new things about my life, slowly becoming a better and better person, man that I know that I am destined to be. This year is like any other stepping stone to the next level.

It was a balanced year of both good and bad. But nothing is ever that bad that it is devastating. I roll with the punches, needing to make the decisions that I needed to make and dealing with the consequences, both good and bad, for the decisions that I make.

Looking back at all of these years, these 29 years and 8 months of my life, lessons learned, goals achieved and failed, it’s all about choices and decisions. Do what you need to do with whatever decisions that are presented to you. Make the best one for yourself; make the best one that feels right and hope for the best.

There are parts of me that feel that I could have done more this year; that could have done much much more in my life, though I did do many things this year.

Being able to go to Yosemite again and hiking, not alone as usual, but with Hien, it was great. Granted it was cold and snowing at the top of Yosemite Falls, but it was a sight to see and something to experience. I’ll always remember it, being at the top of the falls and just walking in the snow. It was beautiful as it was breath taking. Though we didn’t get to see out into the Valley, it was still beautiful to say the least.

I will never forget driving up to Reno with my mom and brother and getting pulled over for driving too fast. All in front of my mom. There’s a first for everything right? But it was just good to go and just do things with family again. More family trips. I guess it is not a matter that I get to go places, ’cause I can always go anywhere. There’s nothing holding me back. It is a matter of going with them, because I really don’t get to see them that much, or do things with them as much anymore because I am a thousand miles away.

I was able to visit two brand new cities for me, Reno and the beautiful and lovely Chicago. My how much I love Chicago. Maybe I did go at the right time where the weather was nice, but it’s gorgeous with the skyline and the laid back nature. Plus the food. Any city where I can get “good eats” is a city I want to be.

Spending Thanksgiving with another set of family and just strengthening my bond with my cousins, well Cynthia and Aaron, was great also. I don’t know, as written before, spending the weekend up there with them, seeing them together, it just makes me feel less and less like an adult and more like a big kid. They’re in it, having talks and needing to make the tough decisions that will shape their lives in the future and each having to make compromises. Grant it that they are a lil’ older than I am, but still, so very grown up and mature.

Spending time with Julie and Phinney and their family in Portland, though it being only a evening, but it just felt good. That was one of the first times that Phinney and I talked about family and stuff, instead of just superficial stuff. It was just nice family bonding that I quietly yearn for. It was just great being with their kids and just spending the day with Julie and just talking about life and shit. Just nice.

It just makes me wonder what the hell am I doing with my life. What am I doing with my life? Just wandering listlessly going here and there doing my own thing, taking no responsibilities on things that don’t matter to me. I don’t know. It just makes me realize how much growing up I have left to do in me.

I’m going to be 30 in the next few months. Yes, it’ll be another year older, another year wiser and all that blah blah bullshit, but I’ll be 30. Many people mark it as a time to see what they have accomplished in their life and I tell myself that it won’t be the case. It’s not…but I will be 30.

Different people live different lives and do different things, so there is no use to compare my life to other people and see what they have accomplished at the age of 30. It’ll just make me depressed to see that they have accomplished more than I did. It will and why would I do that to myself. My masochistic days are over.

30.

In a way, I am looking forward to my thirties. 30 is the new 20, so goes the saying. Maybe they are right. Maybe I am right. I don’t feel like an adult at all and maybe that is it. Like I said in a earlier post, the 29 I feel this past year doesn’t feel like the 29 that my parents gone through. They felt more adult, felt more together, felt more responsible than my slacker habits and live for myself attitude.

Bring on my thirties. Maybe I’ll be more proactive in my life, as I just grow up and focus. My twenties are over, my teens are over, playtime is over and now it is the time to just buckle down and focus on the things ahead of me while taking it one day at a time.

Maybe my life will be the same in my thirties as it was in my twenties, but maybe it will be different, very different. Setting out goals like I do every year and actually working towards them. Be less indecisive and just decide on something dammit and just do it.

Just maybe.

I know I still have four months before this all happens, but I just can’t wait.

It’s funny how the year of tough decisions is finally ending and I still have a tough decision to make on my final days. The decision to just change my life. Again, this year tested my mettle. It made me see what I am capable of and ultimately what I am not. I know what I can and cannot do. There are many gray areas also, but I guess they are decisions left for another time; a decision for when I am ready to make them. I’m just not ready yet to do them.

Along with the tough decisions, 2008 was a year that made me realize, made me see with more clarity that I still have a lot of growing up left to do. There is a lot more maturing left in me.

I kid with everyone that I am an old man that I was born old, but you are never too old to learn new things and get older. I know I am old, but I am young in years with a lot more learning and growing and maturing left in me. Something I look forward to and wait with open arms as it will make me a better person. It will make me a better man. It will make me a man that can look at his reflection in the mirror and be proud of the man looking back at him.

It is also fitting, at the end of the year, watching The Curious Case of Benjamin Button I realize that living backwards is the only way to go. To be unafraid, to be young and go head on in life though it may be limited with the time you have left in this world. Life is long, but time is short. My life is limited to do the things that I want to do. Live without regret. Live life to the fullest. Live. Just do the things I want to do and explore and see things. Do things. Live.

Live.

I’m an old man. I was born old. I’m an old soul. There are many aspects where I am still a kid at heart. I’m not going to lose that. Live like I’m young, carelessly, unafraid. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes and live without regret.

There were many years…a year of change, a year of growth, a year that I will never forget, and a year of tough decisions. What year will 2009 bring? I don’t know, maybe the year of living?

All I know is that with each year, I get older, wiser, learning new things and making mistakes. I’ll take everything and apply it to the next year, preparing me for the blank canvas that is before me, ultimately painting the masterpiece that is my life.

2009, what will you bring me?

droopy eyes and ear lobes

Tired.

Eyes dropping, fighting against the instincts and will to keep them open. My weak will, slowly losing the battle to these heavy windows to my soul. Falling falling, shutting down to blackness and the slumber that it wishes for.

Body twisting in the ether as it slowly trudges on fumes of whatever dinner I had.

There’s been too much happening for this poor old body to keep up with. Too many dinners and outings and late nights of late nights of doing nothing for it to keep up. My body has run old and needs to be rebuilt. The lack of energy is killing me.

Hours upon hours of sleep last night killed me as my body doesn’t want to be weaned away from the comfort of my bed. It wants to lie there under the covers, enjoying the flickering images of my mind, searching with a purpose, whatever that is.

Focusing on anything becomes harder and harder as I just stare off into space and the sea of holiday shoppers looking for that special gift for them special people in their lives. Watching little kids and their mothers or sisters or brothers slowly going from store to store, just shopping, looking, enjoying.

Focus is gone.

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One of the big reasons why I’m so tired is because of the RPA holiday party Thursday night. Didn’t get home till late….well, late for me.

The party was marketed to be a downer party because of the series of layoffs we had in the past month. But all in all, it didn’t feel that way. It felt like a party, though it wasn’t an open bar, it felt like a party.

I had eight drinks that night. First off, the drinks weren’t strong. It took number seven to give me the good buzz and eight was the capper. After that, I couldn’t drink anymore. Needed to stop and sober up, since I know I was driving home. Secondly, I needed something to do. For the first couple of hours, I was bored, needing something to do. The glass in my hand helped. It helped tremendously.

All in all, I had a great time. It was fun hanging out with what few friends I have from the IS dept and the girls from finance.

For a time, I got to hang out with the Delicate Flower. It was nice.

The capper to the night, the thing that kept things interesting and the whole what the fuck? moment was pretty much the last half an hour or so.

I was just sitting down, minding my own business, drinking my water. Sobering up. Then blondy mcblondy sat down in the same booth. Gave her a nod and introduced myself. She gave me a name, a name I missed ’cause when I tried to look her up yesterday in the cafe, I couldn’t find her. But, from the pictured evidence that I got, I was able to find out who she was.

So, again, sitting there minding my own business. I see Delicate Flower coming over but sat down in the booth next to mine. The next thing I know, blondy mcblondy stands up and reaches out a hand. “No, I don’t dance” I tell her. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. She walked around to the other side and drags me out on to the floor.

Fine. I’ll dance. Move slowly with whatever to make her happy, but in turn, she made me happy. Grinding me, getting close. She’s drunk. Faded. Shit faced. Grinding on me and grinding on me. It was nice.

I was getting excited as my itty bitties were waking up. But, all in all… it was nice. It’s been a while.

There we are, moving together, our faces inches apart, looking at each other. I so wanted to kiss her, to just kiss her. She sticks a finger in my mouth. I’m just shocked. I don’t even realize that people are around me. Not at all. I bite down on her finger…smile. She smiles back.

Back to grinding, moving, hip swaying…grinding. Her face, close to mine. Then out of the blue, she licks my lips and slips her tongue quickly in my mouth. WHAT THE FUCK?

It’s been a while since I’ve kissed someone. I love to kiss. I love tongue. The flickering tease of come catch me and soft touching of the tongue. Love kisses. So, it’s been a while. Feeling her tongue on mine, though even for a split split second…it just bring back feelings I yearn to feel again.

Again, blown away by this drunken ass faded Russian girl. Blondy mcblondy. SHIT FACED.

So, there, close to each other. I asked her if she wanted to go home. She said in her accented English, “I’m wet, I’m white. You’re Asian. Find an Asian girl.”

WHAT THE FUCK?

Teased and rejected. Whether I can actually go home and have a one night stand, I’m not sure. But at that moment, I so wanted to.

After the dance, Delicate Flower looks at me and just laughs. I ask her why and she says nothing.

But all in all, I guess it was for the best. I just don’t have any game or mastery to just seal the deal. Damn.

The morning after.

I actually got up and went to work on time. I didn’t go to the gym though, sleeping in an extra hour and a half before I rolled my sorry ass out of bed.

Work, guys getting together just sharing stories about the party.

Leslie tells me about the blondy mcblondy, before my encounter with her. She was gone already. Apparently she’s a 22 year old intern. Sigh. She actually called the helpline, but I refused to answer and Carel got to it. Just too funny.

Drunken girls. Fun times.

Guys being guys. Discussing how hot many of the girls looked that night and how fucking faded they were.

Even with the bar not being open bar, and people have to pay for liquor, it was crazy. I dropped a pretty penny on alcohol myself.

All in all, it was a good night. The day after was a slow and tortuous day and today I’m feeling the effects of a drained body. Fun fun.

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I’m supposed to be doing some work today. Actual writing on the script that Scott and I are working on. I was suppose to outline the next few scenes this past week at work, but it turned out to be a very busy week. So, I didn’t get a chance and I don’t think I would be able to do it anyway. Never seem to be able to do my work at work anyway. Weird. Strange.

I got my three month review at work seven months later. They like me and want to keep me on. Even hearing Benjamin telling the Open Minds girls that I was a good hire was pretty good. I’m glad they like me and think I’m doing a good job.

the right start

It’s the right start only because I can’t come up with a title and there is a sign right next to me that says it. I’m running out of ideas, I’m running out of gas, juice, things.

It’s been a long while since I’ve come back here to this writing place. I took a break last week due to Thanksgiving and I took one yesterday simply because I was hung over and I had a lot of errands to run. So, coming out here wasn’t in the cards for me.

But here I am, the last post for a while….or maybe until my year-end diatribe, who knows. But we’ll see.

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For Thanksgiving, I drove up to my cousin’s and stayed with them over the holiday. It was a nice time. I had fun, just chilling and relaxing. Didn’t feel pressured to go out and party and socialize because they, like me, are home bods. For the most part we didn’t do shit and that is all hunkydory in my book. I’m not going to complain.

But in a way, going up there, opened my eyes on many things that I already realize. It just fortified my previous thoughts about myself and my little quirks and situations.

Listening to my cousin and her husband talk about their marriage and the big issues that are coming up with kids and family, it just makes me feel…like a kid again. Not that I’m a kid, small, not being able to do anything. No, it goes back to the sense that I don’t feel like an adult.

They’ve been married for three years and they are taking their next step in their lives, children, together. They’re having the grown up discussions and their spats, their bickers, and all that seems so adult. All that seems so much like a marriage.

All I can do is listen and chime in. I see many of their road blocks. I see their side of the story. I see everything. I don’t have a simple solution to their problems. My philosophy is just do it. Stop worrying. Stop planning. Just do it and shit will sort themselves out.

Worrying and planning will only hinder and disappoint things. I can see that they are so loving and giving and that they will make good parents and I do want that for them, but it’s just a matter of compromise.

But again, I’m not in their shoes. I’m not the ones making the decisions, so it is way too easy for me to just say, do it. Go do it and sort it out when the problem arises.

DO IT.

It just makes me wonder am I ready. Do I think I’m ready to have those talks, to make those decisions with my significant other; if I’m ever so fortunate to find her. Would I be able to compromise and go along with it or will I be the strong stubborn mule that I am now, not willing to bend? I don’t know and that is what scares me.

There might be times where I’ll sometimes sacrifice many of the things I want to appease someone, but I don’t know if those times are still here. I’m stubborn. I’m opinionated. I’m argumentative. I don’t know if it’ll work. But it is something that I need to learn.

Looking at things, as much as I would love to be a parent, as much as I want kids (7 as I tell people), I don’t know if I’ll be a good parent. I just don’t know.

It scares me. Parenthood is scary. I’m not going to lie, it is. Every parent can tell you that.

As I see many girls at work, and my dear friend Susan who is about to give birth, and they’re around my age, I look at me…where am I? Not even close.

I know I’m young, but maybe I’m too young. Too selfish and immature to be ready to marry and have a family.

Like my cousin, I want my kids to know Chinese. I want them to be able to speak it. Ngai (my language…a sub dialect of Hakka), Cantonese, and Mandarin. I want them to speak it all, be educated, and just know the language. It’ll be easier for them to communicate with the elders in my family, especially my mom. I want them to have that advantage. I want them to know and understand the culture, because I grew up with it and it is a big part of my life. It is a part of who I am and had a part in shaping me into who I am today.

It is what it is. The only way I can think of doing that is to either put them through Chinese school and speak to the kids in Chinese. All Chinese all the time. It’s just how it is going to be.

I’m not worried about the kids learning English, because they will be constantly surrounded by it, with school and what not. But the kids must learn Chinese.

I don’t know, looking ahead, it just seems so far out of my reach. I have a feeling that things are going to change with the coming of the New Year, but maybe that is just my optimism talking. I really don’t know what is going to happen, but something might happen soon. Maybe I’ll find that special someone or maybe not. Let’s just say that I’m not holding my breath.

All of these hard decisions that comes up, that I think I’m ready to tackle them when the time comes, but since they are not here, I don’t think I can tackle them. Just way too stressful.

I guess in a way, I like my life easy. Not think so much. Just do my shit and move on to the next shit and just not think.

Sigh…..

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Another good thing that happened at my cousin’s is that I got to play with their brand new puppy. He’s so cute and adorable. I want one. I want him.

I don’t know, I feel sad for Pickles being home alone and everything. It seems he’s having his fits again, peeing on the floor. Maybe it is time for me to get another dog, so he’ll have company, but I don’t know. Can I handle another dog. More responsibility in this slacker life? I just don’t know.

Maybe I’ll just play by ear, but most likely Pickles will get a Relish this new year. We will see.

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I knew this about myself a long time ago as everyone in my family says that I’m like my father. Mostly it is due to the physical aspect of it, but while I’m up there with my aunt and uncle and their family, it just seems that I really am. Maybe it is just a Ho thing, or maybe it is a Chinese thing, or maybe it is just me being me, but I tried to pay for lunch and dinner when I was up there.

Growing up, I see my dad and uncles always fight for the bill as we all went out to go eat Dim Sum or we had a big family dinner out at the restaurant and what not. I always see them for 10-15 minutes fight for the bill, stuffing money back and forth into each other’s pockets. I never understood it. Every time I see it, I just laugh, because it is just a sight to see. Grownups fighting like that.

But I understand fully. It is just out of respect and you want to do something nice for them. I do that with my friends, take them out to dinner for the most part and what not, family too. I understand now.

So, while I was up there, the day after Thanksgiving, my auntie and uncle took the family out to eat pho for lunch. An aside, the pho was really good. The noodles were very very crisp and that made the difference. But, anywho, I finished mine so I thought I’d just go pay. I stood up and my uncle looks at me smiling. “What are you doing?” he said. My reply….nothing. So I went to the register and gave the person my card. The next thing I knew my auntie was right behind me screaming in Viet at the lady not to take the card. I was like don’t listen to her. Take the card and finish the transaction. Fucking stupid Viet. I should learn it though I hate the language. Makes me hate the language even more. So, I got shot down at my attempt to pay. Fine. I sucked it up.

Later that night, my auntie wanted to take me out to dinner because she has to work on Saturday and won’t be able to see me. So we all went out again along with my cousin’s husband. Claim Jumpers. So, we ordered and everything. Thoughts of being burned at lunch still in my mind, I still want to pay dammit. I needed to pay dammit. But, I wasn’t sure about the approach. I went to the bathroom, my opportunity to track down the waiter and slip him my card. But I didn’t. I should have, but I didn’t.

When time came to get the bill, I slipped the waiter my card and told him to put it on that. Everyone at the table stood up and argued against it. Six people screaming at the waiter to do this or don’t do that. He freaked and told us to figure it out as he threw the check and my card on the table. My cousin’s husband stepped in and handed him his card…that fucker took it.

I just want to do a nice thing and it didn’t work. So sad, so disappointed.

But sigh.