Car = totaled. My sister is getting a check for the loss of the car, as the insurance company deems it more costly to repair than its worth.  It's a 99 Toyota Carolla.  I'll be looking for another car soon.  (I sold my car in June, so...yeah I need another one, used and under a tight budget.)  My sister isn't angry with me...as she wanted to get rid of the car to begin with, perhaps not quite this way but... at least I'm paying the $500 deductible.  Sigh.

M and I = weird lately. I think it's mostly due to me.  (Even K was a bit po'd with me.) The last two weeks, I pretty much holed myself away from friends and family, screened phone calls, and stayed indoors to watch non-stop chinese drama series/movies...as it suited my mood (tragic, romance, revenge, drama, blah blah blah).  I've been currently totally infatuated and fixated on Leo Ku Kui Kei (as you could gather, duh). Yeah, I'm sure you can see where this is going... arguing about stupid shit...somewhat meaningless...or is it.

Maybe things will get better when I have stuff to do...you know like a fucking j-o-b, instead of watching dvds all day long and napping in dresses (yes, actual nice dresses that I have worn like once before).  Like I said last time...I feel like I'm going through a small mid-life crisis.  [No work for six whole weeks, recently turned 26, and been bored out of my skull, but like I said...maybe the job will help me re-focus.]  Also, going to ask my sis' roommate to teach me some Cantonese...as I'd like to learn but really can't commit to a weekend class again (I hate testing/grades). 

Next Tuesday is Poopiehead's, I mean, M's 29th birthday...so I'm making cupcakes and we're going to dinner with friends.  Later in the week, his mother will be here, and his family and some of our friends are going to Santa Cruz for a weekend at the Boardwalk.  Weee! 

I'm tired.  Tired of being bored. Tired of being tired. Tired of being . . .

Enough idle chatter.......see ya later. 

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

-Neil Gaiman