Man, my face looked so beat this morning. I woke up with a swollen left eye–it wasn’t swollen entirely–just the bottom lid. Never had this happened before, so I was almost in panic-mode. According to the internets, it has several causes such as allergies, cosmetics,  chalazion (when the eye duct gets blocked), etc.  I’m not sure what the exact reason may be, but a part of me wants to believe that I totally decked myself in the face in my sleep last night which made me look like Quasimoto–it just sounds a lot cooler that way.

That day, my boyfriend took me out to sushi for lunch.  I really can’t help what I like or don’t like to eat, so I told my boyfriend to order sushi without wasabi for me.  I don’t like the taste of wasabi–it’s just really, really gross to me. Heck, I don’t even like sushi all that much. GASSSPPP!!!! You’re Asian though… That’s normally how people react every time they hear about my lack of interest towards Sushi since I’m Asian and, you know, Asians are suppose to like every Asian food out there.

Look, two things, assholes:

1. I’m not Japanese. I’m Vietnamese, we didn’t have sushi–so the thought of eating raw, uncooked fish is still a little foreign to me.

2. I was born in the states. Yes, I grew up with some Asian food, but believe it or not, I also grew up with hamburgers, hot dogs, macaroni & cheese and McDonald’s.

When the sushi chef heard my boyfriend order “she’ll have two salmons–without wasabi” he was laughing at me! Most likely thinking geez, what a goddamn noob.  Don’t you just hate that? When you ask to specifically take away something little from a dish, and the waiter just laughs as if it was the most preposterous thing they ever heard? Again, I can’t help it. If I was being force-fed with wasabi, I assure you that it would result in an all out gag-a-thon. Sorry.

Hey look, I’m all cute and snuggly, and getting ready for the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows opening!

Actually, I’m not a really a big fan of Harry Potter.  The rest of my friends are really into it so I tagged along, and wore a Gryffindor tie and shirt to be polite–ok, it’s fun to dress up too.

No matter what movie I’m going to see, I’m particularly anal (perhaps OCD) about getting that one, perfect middle seat.  Since I knew Harry Potter has a pretty hardcore fan base, I went to the movies to stay in line six and a half hours prior to the opening to beat those motherfuckers. And I did! I was the very first person to arrive and had gotten the rare privilege to establish the unofficial Harry Potter movie line too which people eventually started stacking behind (they better be stacking behind me).

When people walked passed me, I’m sure they thought “Wow, this girl must be a Harry Potter fan, and she’s hardcore.” No, no I’m just a crazy person who will go out of her way to get dibs on the perfect middle seat.

The really, really sad part however is my boyfriend–who is another hardcore middle seat dibber–arrived only ten minutes just before we were allowed to go in to the theater. And when I sat in my perfect middle seat, he made us move one seat over so he can get MY SEAT. The nerve! I nearly cried. I nearly revolted. But before I did anything, he handed me a birthday cake that he baked himself, lit up the candles and had everyone in the movie theater singing happy birthday to me.

I see what you did there buddy.  But ah, the cake ploy was very sweet nonetheless. I loved it.  He’s off the hook for now. =*

I kept on forgetting to take my camera home which was laying around at my boyfriend’s for a week. Photos kept on piling up, but today, I remembered; everything’s finally uploaded and now all is well in the camera-uploading-world…

^Here’s a sweet predator poster I bought as a wedding gift for a close friend. It is quite possibly the cooling wedding gift I’ve given thus far. It was so cool, I was tempted to keep it for myself and just buy like a candle holder for them instead.

^We attended a friend’s housewarming party where everyone was SUPPOSE to wear a costume. I was dressed up as a generic vampire who slays other bad vampires (think Blade!!). The white contact lenses were totally fun to wear. They were originally for my Mortal Kombat costume–which I haven’t finished making yet–though when it’s done I’ll probably wear it for the next Comic-Con.

^So there’s this Thai Buddhist temple somewhere in north of Hollywood, and every Sunday they throw this lunch thing where they make really affordable yet amazing Thai food and everybody is invited! Their insanely mouthwatery deep fried bananas are out of this world, I can’t even eat normal bananas anymore–it HAS to be their bananas, deep fried. Ty.

^And for the last photo, I wish I didn’t use flash on this one ’cause it’s a bit hard to tell what it is, but it’s really just a shitty car completely decked out with Louis Vuitton print, head to toe. Only in Hollywood people!