Yep. I’m quite proud to say that I did stuff on the weekends. Lots of stuff. I made sure to take pictures as well to document the funnitude. This entry’s a bit picture-heavy, but hopefully you won’t be bored!

Friday

Went out with my two closest buddies, Jules and Pris, to try shaved snow for the first time. This is seriously the best thing I’ve ever tried this year. The “snow” is so light and delicate that it almost feels like you’re only eating cold air…delicious cold air. This is the best thing to eat for the summer.

The place is called Snow Station. We ordered two large plates and I went again with my boyfriend on Sunday to eat them again. :-X

So Pris rides a motorcycle now (I know, right!?). When I was watching her getting ready to go home after our fun filled snow-noming adventures, I had to snap a picture of her in her glorious biker form.

Saturday

Went to my nephew and niece’s communion, then had dim sum with my family afterwards.

Sunday

This was the last day of Renaissance Faire, so my boyfriend and I decided to go. I can’t believe this is already my 5th year attending, and I still love going there every time. Most people who dress up are so damn into it and they’re really nice and friendly. They love getting their pictures taken (with all of that work they put into their costumes, you’d be too), and I love taking pictures of them. It all works out!

You can check out the rest of the photos at the Flickr!

After leaving a comment on one of Liv’s post about my old “psychic” phone (in which I will explain in further detail), I started remembering other peculiar things I have witnessed or experienced in the past. Here’s a list of the only ones I can remember so far:

THE PSYCHIC PHONE: I had received my very first cell phone when I was around 17 years old. A few months later, I started to notice that every time I called a landline telephone number, I could usually hear what’s going on on the other end before the person accepted the phone call. If the person was calling me, I can also hear them as well before answering it. The novelty of this phone was confirmed when I told one of my friends to start singing something on the phone while he tried to call me.  As soon I pressed the “answer” key, I continued to sing the song from where he left off which freaked him out.

I’ve always wished I could call somebody and hear them say “Ugh, it’s Tiff, she’s so goddamn annoying,” only to have them answer the phone just to hear me yell “Bitch I knew you was talkin smack about me!” *CLICK*

Of course, it never happened. Instead, I would usually hear people coughing, clearing their throats or objects being moved around. Also, I don’t remember it working on cell phones. Mainly because flip phones were prevalent at the time, and these damn flips phones with their flippity floppity covers were insusceptible to the powers of psychic phone!

DROP DEAD TWIRLIN’ MIRROR: My older sister gave me a really tall and heavy three-way mirror once and to give you a better idea of what it looked like, it was at least a feet taller than me (I’m 5’5) and it looked really similar to the one in this picture:

Right off the bat, the mirror had already given me the major creeps. It use to be in my bedroom; it stood right up against a wall, next to my drawers. I barely had it for about a month, when I woke up one morning to a big ass three-way mirror laying down on the ground. Wow, it tipped over, no big deal right? You would think that, but after getting a closer look at it, the mirror–the side of the ACTUAL glass reflection–was facing up.

So it didn’t just tip over. It had to turn around 180 degrees and then fall over. With a mirror like mine, it would take a lot of effort to make that happen because of it’s weight and the placement of it.  Basically, you’d have to pull the mirror a few feet away from the wall it was leaning up against, turn it around and then knock it over. Also, one side of the mirror shattered into pieces due to the impact.

I’ve always wondered what really caused it to fall over on the wrong side and it bothers me that I’ll never know what really happened. So I’ll just imagine that it decided to faint or drop dead in a dramatic fashion because it didn’t want to be a mirror anymore. It gave up.

LITTLE BROTHER: Thankfully, this did not happen directly to me but it happened in the house that I’m currently still living in. One of my older brothers decided to invite a few of his friends over just to hang out during the afternoon. When they were finally getting ready to head out, I overhead an exchange between my brother and one of his lady friends:

Lady friend: “Hey, I saw your little brother in your backyard. Why didn’t you introduce me to him?”

Brother: “Um, I don’t have a little brother.”

Well, that’s all for now. Hope you all have a good night’s sleep!

Sometimes, bad things happen and it happened to me just this past weekend. I feel like I’ve had the worst of luck lately, but I’m not trying to beat myself too hard on it. I’m not looking to gain anybody’s sympathy either, I just want to vent out my frustrations.

May 4th: I realized I’m bleeding due to reasons unknown, and it won’t stop. The blood isn’t thick, it is more of a translucent red color.

May 5th: I woke up with a sore throat. Yikes, I think I’m getting sick. Also, I’m still bleeding.

May 5th: Went out to see Tenacious D perform (very fun) and ate Korean BBQ (very good, but would’ve been more enjoyable if I didn’t have a sore throat) with the boyfriend. When we were on our way home, driving on the freeway on a rainy night, we nearly crashed into another car. The streets were slippery so when my boyfriend tried to press his brakes, his car kept on going and the steering wheels became locked . We were only about an inch or less from hitting another car.

May 6th (the icing on the cake): It’s Monday morning and it’s still raining a bit. I drove onto the freeway and as soon I merged, my car skidded to the side of the freeway. My car ended up spinning a 180 and ended up with two flat tires. I called 911  and they got a tow truck to get me and my car.

The tow truck driver gave me options on what I should do. After I asked him to clarify those options (since I was still shaken up and I’ve never been in this kind of situation before) he became impatient and acted pretty mean towards me.

He dropped me off at McDonalds so I can sit down and call my insurance to see if they’d cover for the towing. They didn’t, so I had to walk a mile to go the towing place where he dropped off my car.

This area is full of construction workers and truck drivers. I swear, I usually wear sneakers and a regular t-shirt and jeans, but not today…the one time I decide to wear a short little dress and an uncomfortable pair of boots was today. While my feet were hurting, the men looked at me and they definitely weren’t shy about it. Yuck.

Spent about two hours at the towing place. I got another towing truck to pick me and my car up to take me to a shop where they can fix my tires. This tow truck driver was soooo much nicer and sweeter than the first one.

Went to the tires shop, and learned that my car is, indeed, fucked up. Waited for 3-4 hours to get my car fixed so I can finally drive home.

It’s been eight hours and I’m finally home. Including the repairs and towing, I spent almost $1000. I also became sick when this all went down.

Kids, this is not how you start off a Monday.