I had one of the most satisfying weekends ever. Seriously, I’m in such a good mood right now, you can’t kill my buzz. You can’t.

First, I completed my first ever thing on 101 Things, which is to “help out a church.” I know, kind of random of me, but it’s one of the things I really wanted to do just to see if I can break out of my comfort zone. A week ago, I read in a bulletin that one of the churches nearby my house was holding a Hawaii themed fashion show to which I (nervously) volunteered as a model.  The fashion show took place last Saturday and I had a blast.

99% of the audience were women of 55 years and older, and I gotta tell you guys, the only kind of people I actually like showing off to is older ladies, because they can really make you feel like you’re the greatest gift to humanity; anything you do in front of them is quite possibly the most amazing thing they have ever seen in their entire lives. When I was eight I did a half-assed cartwheel in front of grandma once and she nearly had a heart attack, the good kind, since she told me I should’ve tried out for the Olympics as a gymnast. Thanks grandma.

As I was weaving through the tables, strutting my conservative-spring-like-Hawaii outfits for the audience, most of the little ol’ ladies were just in absolute awe.  It was quite flattering and adorable.

Second, I found a really neat museum in Santa Ana.  There were two houses and two separate gardens, and apparently nothing’s been changed since the Victorian era. Their gardens are breathtaking. The first one was rather small, half of it was a rose garden and the other half held rows of orange trees.

The second “garden” was huge that I don’t think it should be even called a garden. It had a lot of little hills which was mostly covered in a field of small sunflowers. As you walk deeper into the hills, there’s an area that looks much like a forest, and what’s amazing about this particular spot is it looked like it was snowing. I don’t know what it was, but the air was laden with either pieces of white bird feathers (there were a lot of plucked bird feathers on the ground it was really creepy) or those little dandelion fluffs.

Unfortunately my camera was not able to capture them, but I did get the sunflower fields:

And last but certainly not least, after the fashion show, Jules and I headed to a Street Fighter tribute art show and tournament called Jab Strong Fierce (thanks to Matt who I didn’t get a chance to see that night lol).

They had a really fun costume play contest. Each character had to introduce themselves to the crowd by demonstrating insane fight moves. One of the Chun-Lis though came out and just stood there and only said, “Hi, I’m Chun-Li and this is my outfit!” and spun around to show the rest of her costume. BOOOOOOO! While the rest of the Chun-Lis, the more thick and curvaceous ones, came out with a boom, they yelled shit like, “HIYA!”, power kicked and power punched the air and showed us what Chun-Li truly looked like. And the two who were tied had to fight it out for second place haha it was great.

Before the tournament you were allowed to play for fun and whatever you were playing was projected to a much bigger screen so that everyone else in the art exhibit could watch. Besides playing the original Street Fighter in first grade I’ve never really played it before, so I was not planning to play at all in front of a live audience, until the guy who lost the last round stood up and suggested that I take the controller. The guy who I was suppose to play against (mind you he’s in the tournament and he’s suppose to be really good) looked at me and pointed to the empty seat that was next to him.

“No..n-n-no,” I tried to put the controller back, “I’ve never played this before.” Jules, from behind, shoved me into the seat and I found myself playing SF for the first time with a SF tournament competitor while the world was watching (at least it felt like it). I told him to go easy on me so we started every round with his health only a quarter full while mine was completely full. I lost once, and wanted to facepalm in real life (photo below).

As for the actual tournament, it was very entertaining and is probably one of the most intense games I had ever witnessed in my 21 years of being on this earth.  I had fun.

Last year, I went to see comedian Steve Bryne.  After that show, he walked pass me and I kind of froze…shoulda patted him on the back…shoulda talked to him but never did and I’ve always regretted it.

This year, yesterday, to be exact, I skipped portfolio class to check out his new material at the Brea Improv.  Man, he really is hilarious, and most importantly, at the end of the show, I manned up and told him that his new material was awesome, took pictures with him and told him that he was tall (yeah, i don’t know, that’s all I could think of at the given moment).

Also, my monster is complete!

I am probably going to make a layout out of it soon, so watch out for that. I kind of need a new layout anyway because I noticed that I tend to blog more often when the layout is fresh. The older my website layout gets, the less I write. Haha, and I don’t know why.

Update: New layout! Hurrah!

If you guys happen to be around Fullerton, Ca I really, really suggest going to a teahouse called Veronese Cafe. Their food and drinks are a bit pricey but the place is so visually striking that you really don’t care what you’re going to buy there as long as it’s good (which it IS).  Picture a backyard with a garden that’s filled with a plethora of vintage junk and weird random knick knacks hanging off the walls, surrounded by couches, chairs, and tables of sorts and you have one great fucking tea house.

My friends and I went there last night.  We ate, we drank, and played Dirty Minds which is a board game I’m not very good at because my mind is usually in the gutter and it can never really get out unless somebody explains it to me.

We also took pictures.  It took us about fifty shots to get one good photo where all of our faces were kept straight and oh so serious (we wanted to imitate those really old creepy photos where no one ever smiles), but even my face in there was a complete joke that Matt thought I was trying to hold in my farts.

On to school, remember that Vietnamese class I was talking about? Well I have a white man sitting next to me, probably in his mid-late forties.  He refers me as “em” which is in Vietnamese, can be used as a term of endearment or correct me if I’m wrong, it can also be used generally for younger people, right? He also told me I was naughty in Vietnamese once.  Yeah, I uh…have no idea where that came from, but I thought that was a little weird.

I also made a new friend in that class, and she’s pretty cool so far.  She can’t see red colors because she’s partially colorblind.  The last time I had class with her, she wore a red long sleeve shirt, so I informed her, “You know you’re wearing green right?” LOLZ.