I detest cheesy, sugary terms of endearment. Be original, dammit.

Pho and the rain reminds me of Fred Dong Lee.

Only I would oversleep and be late to my freakin twelfth day of work.

Only I am dumb enough to have a car accident by myself.

Why a boyfriend is necessary ONLY at Magic Mountain:

1. He shall splurge on the very essential $1.50 whipped cream for your funnel cake.
2. He shall carry a backpack filled with warm clothes for you because you have poor circulation.
3. He shall give you a piggyback ride when your feet throb with pain.
4. He shall stand in line for the both of you when it exceeds a 30 minute wait, and although he shall let you cut back in line with him, he shall beat up anyone who cuts in front of him.
5. He shall win you any stuffed animal that you so desire. (For example, a Spongebob Square Pants.)
6. He shall splurge and buy you roasted corn for $2.75. And Dippin' Dots. And frozen lemonade.



I am in dire need of gingkoba. Thus, it is imperative that I record today's memories: "That jack...BUTT." "Kristy! 나 4'10" 아니야! I'm 4'10" and a HALF!" Three hours in line for X, the scariest ride in the entire world. The disgusting gum tree. Hannah's awesome pose on Goliath. Lemon and strawberry Pez. One vanilla creme cookie for sustenance. Sharon screaming three full times while falling on Goliath. Hannah's two-pitched screams. Signs of our aged bodies: pounding headaches, hurting hearts, sore feet, achy knees, hoarse throats, hiccupping/burping fits, dizzy spells. LOTS and LOTS of laughter. Minimal sunshine. Sharon's conquered fear of Viper. Sewon's angelic halo of light. Jane's clever way of standing on her toes. Kristy's Sugary (Sugar-Ray) translucent oil-blotting paper. Useless Dasani water bottles. El Pollo Loco! Funnel cake! The forever banned BCD in the Valley. "Omg, spend the whole day here with my boyfriend?! By the end of the day I'd be so sick of him, I'd break up with him."

Kpxgrlx012: hannah!!!
Kpxgrlx012: omg
Wurzhaberg: psh, dun omg me woman, where on earth you been????
Kpxgrlx012: sweden
Wurzhaberg: miss disappear from face of planet
Wurzhaberg: i thought you came back after winter
Wurzhaberg: did winter just end?
Wurzhaberg: cuz i think its been spring for a while


Kpxgrlx012: who is he
Kpxgrlx012: when did you
Wurzhaberg: .. remember the indian guy i dated frosh year?
Kpxgrlx012: inidan?
Kpxgrlx012: oooooh
Kpxgrlx012: youre bakc with him??
Wurzhaberg: no
Wurzhaberg: its his frosh roommate
Wurzhaberg: hahahahahhah

I believe that everything happens for a reason. Thus I believe that all the little occurrences in our lives always end up exemplifying His perfect plan for us, as we continue to learn about ourselves, life, or those around us.


For example, I believe God intended for me to have only boy coworkers in order that I may be challenged everyday to "think like Jesus and love," so that I will consequently be able to instill more faith into the male species.

While on the 5, I recognized the make and license plate of the vehicle in front of me as that of a friend who I haven’t seen since high school. I pulled up next to the car, glanced quickly to my right, and lo and behold, it was him. It's crazy how a little thing can suddenly launch a deep reverie. I spent the rest of the hour thinking about past memories and how our friendship had abruptly ended. True, it was due to some unpleasant memories, but somehow, you always end up lingering longer on the good ones.



Lunch: I had PHO for the first time in over 8 months today. PHO. I love PHO!




Vecka ett.

I wonder when it was that I lost complete faith in boys.

A definite perk to working with only boys is that I get a bathroom all to myself. =D

No more soon-dae bokkum, KFC, or The Loft's Island Chicken gluttonous fests. No more talks of Korean drama-thons and Omni video-thons. No more looking through discarded advertisements for Michael's coupons in Glendale. No more coaxing Tuxie to come play with us. No more talks of winning the lottery and opening up our own cafés. No más tres pobre mendigas who didn't mind being tres pobre mendigas because we had one another.





Only Hannah can make KFC still look appetizing to me. =]