I think I should take a quick break from writing my heartrending long and lengthy blogs, and just talk about what I did this week.

Last Saturday night, I was hanging out with my second cousins (our parents are cousins, so that makes us “second”, right?) and one of the things we did was to play King’s Cup.  If you haven’t heard of it, it’s a drinking game.

I usually don’t drink alcohol, but since everyone was playing, I wanted to be in on it!  I never played this game before, and I ended up picking the fourth king at the end, so I was the one who had to drink the “king’s cup”.  The “king’s cup” had all other sorts of alcoholic beverage that other people poured in when they had picked a king previously.

The cup had rum, beer and vodka in it, and man, it was so disgusting! I felt…disgusting.  I finished the whole cup too. Bwak! But not bad for someone’s first time right? Haha

Rewind to Thursday, Jules and I went to a restaurant and we ate lots of yummy deliciousness: Cinnamon apple flavored muffins, potato cheese soup, chicken cake thing (I forgot the name), cornbread, other sorts of yummy deliciousness bread, and more.

Later that day, we went skating at a roller rink with our friends.  Skating is fun, really, fun, but also hard for me.  My first time at skating rink was actually last Sunday. We went to an adult skating rink meaning that kids couldn’t get in…also meaning that almost everybody there was a professional.

It was fun and scary.  I fell down twice, one on my knees, which gave me a lovely purple and blue bruise concealing my whole left knee.  It was funny too, because when Pris and I was skating, we took pictures pretending to look like we’re going to crash, and then right after we took the picture, I ended up falling and tumbling.

The other one was…well, I have a problem turning, my turns are so wide that I’m always next to the walls when I turn, my turns are so wide that I ended up crashing into a wall once. Yeah it sucks, but we’re planning to go again, hopefully by that time, I’ll be skate-savvy.

Later that night, we went to BJs restaurant and invited another friend. I ate potato skins there, I love potato skins.

I hate it when strangers knock on my door. I hate it. Ugh! Doesn’t anyone feel the same way?

First of all, they’re strangers.  You don’t know them, and you don’t know why they’re here until you answer the door and talk to them.  If you’re not here to deliver a package or a pizza then get the hell out of my yard!

And they’re most likely crazy people.  I’ve had either very bad or very uncomfortable situations every time a stranger walked to my doorstep.

So one time, there were two 12-year-old girls who were selling candy door to door.  When they reached to my house, I already told them that I bought them from another kid, and well-actually here’s how the conversation went:

“Sorry, I just bought some candy bars off of your other friend. He came about five minutes ago.”
“What’s his name?” One of the girls asked, who looked a bit irritated.
“I don’t know.”
“What did he look like?”
“Stubby. Brown curly hair.”
“What program did he say he was from?”
“Does it even matter? I already bought the candy.”
“Just answer us lady!!!!!”

I rolled my eyes and then closed the door. Kids these days.

I had another one, except this time it was two high school guys, selling newspaper subscriptions.

I had just walked out of my car at my driveway, and as I walked out, they were already walking towards me.  It was 6PM, the sky was getting dark and I already wanted to go back in my car and lock the door, but they were already three feet away from me.

They asked me if I wanted to subscribe to some newspaper but I told them that I was already subscribed.  One of the guys kept on insisting that I subscribe anyway to help them earn “points” for school.

I said “no” and I told them that I had to go, which made the guy seem rather annoyed and impatient.  He walked up to me until he was a foot away from my face and then he said, in an intimidating and aggressive voice, “Then at least…GIVE US…A DOLLAR.”

I gave it to him.  What a real fucking douche, right?  He threatened me for a buck.

And then you have your crazy, bible thumpin’, going door-to-door, proselytizin’ Christians.  I’m not bagging on Christians, I’m a Christian too, I’m just talking about the crazy ones.

I had some spunky guy who gave me a postcard of the church which he regularly attends every Sunday, as he was handing it to me he said, “You should goto church sometime, we’ll sing and praise the LAWWWWWWWWWD TOGETHER!!!”

I answered, “Thanks, I do go to church.”

“Oh really! That’s amazing! Where?”

“St. Columban, the one on Nutwood.”

“Oh I know what that is.  That a Catholic church right? Hmm…” The spunky guy did not have his spunk anymore. “Catholic, huh? Ha…you should attend my church.  Mmmm I don’t get it.  I don’t get what they do.  What’s with confessing your sins to the priest? And the priests? Oh boy…”

A quarrel ensues.

I was just thinking about it because yesterday, I saw two older ladies (why do they always come in PAIRS?!) walking to my door.  They were holding bibles in their hands, and I think they were Protestant bibles (I had one, it came from the Gideons…that’s a Protestant bible right?), so I decided to spare them time by pretending I wasn’t home.

They were waiting for over five minutes too! Gotdamn, I must be bad at being quiet.

Religion and Christianity is just not a good topic to start right off the bat with, ESPECIALLY when you never met them before.  Like, can you imagine a stranger coming up to you and he started saying stuff like, “Hey, do you believe in Jesus Christ and that he’s the Son of God?”

Dude, just…don’t.

UDPATE 4/13/11 — Check out Part 2 of this post! How to deal with stuttering and stutterers.

I don’t know if I really talked about this yet on my blog, but I do have a stuttering problem. I usually don’t complain about it, or bring it up because my stuttering isn’t that severe, so nobody really notices it. I’m very fortunate to only stutter 5% of my words a day, and when I do stutter it sounds like “w-wuh-wedding” and not “wuh-wuh-wuh-wuuuuuuuuhhhh-wedding”.

However, I AM bringing this topic up right now because my stuttering has gotten a lot worse, and that’s pretty weird. Pretty freaking weird.  My stuttering has always been consistent. I’ve started ever since I could remember, and it has never gotten worse, nor it has ever gotten better…that is until recently. If I did my math right, it moved from 5% words a day, to about 10-20%. Also, “w-wuh-wedding” now turns into “wuh-wuh-wuh-wuhhhhh-wedding”.

Not only has it gotten worse, but also I can’t speak Vietnamese without stuttering severely and I can’t say things that start with a “W” sound in English. I can’t even say “one”.

Last night, I went to bed but couldn’t sleep because I was so concerned about my speech problem. So during the night, I sat upright on my bed and decided to say a couple of sentences to myself that started with a “w” sound just to see if I can go without stuttering, and boy was I wrong.

I tried to say my home address, but could never quite get passed the very first number of the address because it started with a “one”.

“Yes, my address is wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwone.”

Hahah oh noooooooooooo!!!! Gosh, I found it so entertaining and pathetic at the same time, I kept on laughing, plus I’ve NEVER been THAT bad before!

Now before anyone tries to give me advice, I’d like to point out that thinking about the word first and then saying it carefully, is not the solution. It’s like telling a handicap to think about walking, and then have them try to get up and walk. We don’t stutter because we don’t think before we talk, we’re just incapable of saying certain words at a certain time.

I hate it, and my family always does that to me. When I’m in the middle of stuttering, someone, SOMEONE will always say, “Stop, and think about what you’re going to say. Calm down.”

Dude, I’m not in a rush so shut your fucking trap! The best way to help someone with a stuttering problem is to shut up and let him or her finish trying to say the word, no matter how painful it looks.

Well anyway, last night, I found a way to prevent most of my stuttering. I just have to contort my face, especially my lips, and say the word in a combination of a Mexican accent and Count Dracula’s. Sure I may look funny as hell, but shit, I don’t stutter, AT ALL!

Also, because I usually don’t stutter when I sing, I can also get into like, a rhythm when I’m talking.  It’s not singing, but it’s definitely close.

Isn’t stuttering just plain funny? The cause of it is just a huge mystery and the ways to hide it is just baffling. Why do I stop stuttering when I’m singing?  Or why do I stop stuttering when I make funny faces and talk with a ridiculous Hispanic-Count Dracula accent?

UDPATE 4/13/11 — Check out Part 2 of this post! How to deal with stuttering and stutterers.