024 I Eat too Much + Lessons of Insults in Asian

Relatively slow day today in Los Angeles. Who would've guessed? Chris and I woke up at around 8:30 this morning as she had a breakfast date at McDonald's with some of her old school friends. I was asked to tag along, so I had to drag my butt out of bed too. Yech. Chris and I found a recording of a song my mom used to sing to us when we were younger, Fattie Bum Bum, and she played it on repeat until I actually got up. It is without a doubt, one of the most obnoxious songs I have ever heard. Ever. Dressed like a hobo because I didn't care, and Chris and I went to catch the 9:20 bus near the house - it's called the ~Spirit Line~. It's awesome.

Boom.

We needed to pick Christine's friends up half way across town even though the McDonald's is right down the hill from where we live. Apparently, they weren't sure which bus to take and needed to be guided...it was an adventure, so I didn't complain.

We like to camwhore on the bus!

The bus driver gave this to me. I have no idea what it is.

Picked Chris' friends up and headed back to where we started. I should have just slept the extra half hour and met them when they got back. Hmm. 

I digress.

McDonald's breakfast, as you know, is legit. So it was awesome. 

I don't care how many calories are contained in the muffin of
the Breakfast Gods.

I left the kids after I finished eating breakfast so Christine could bond with her buddies. Walked back up the hill. Went online - usual suspects: Facebook, Reddit, StumbleUpon. 

I am embarking on a new project: clearing up some space on my MacBook Pro because it's moving at a pathetic speed. Working on moving all my pictures from back in the day onto Picasa so I can finally delete them on my hard drive. This endeavor has proven to be more tedious than expected. I take too many pictures.

Note: HAHAHAHA. Sorry this post is so lame. I really didn't do anything overly exciting. We move on.

Hannah and I continued to cement the basis/plot line for the sitcom she will be writing about our lives. It will apparently be a combination of How I Met Your Mother, Wong Fu videos, Firefly and Battlestar Galactica. Or something like that. Basically awesome.

My Aunty Lydia came over at around 3:30 with lunch for my grandparents, and I got to sneak some food. Boss.

Effin' banh mi, man.

Aunty Lydia took my grandma and I to a nail salon after lunch so we could get our nails did. I was supposed to go with Chris but the loser wouldn't pick up her phone, so she missed out on a free mani-pedi, courtesy of Aunty Lydia. Whatevs. I'll take Chris out and pay for hers later anyway. Such is the duty of being a da jie.

Nail salon!

Purty.

Let's just hope the nails stay pretty and intact for Japan! I can't be chulu (unladylike) for the next few days. BAHA. Men. Who let the dogs out? Omg. This is what happens when you don't sleep enough.

Headed home to pick Christine up for dinner after we finished up at the salon. She had just gotten back from hanging out with her friends, so the timing worked out quite well. Aunty Lydia and Uncle Willam wanted to take Grandpa and Grandma out for a Father's Day meal, so naturally Chris and I got to follow along. 

We went to a restaurant called Chosun Galbee in Korea Town in Los Angeles for KOREAN BARBECUE. And I ate like a pig, yadda yadda yadda. You know all my posts in LA have been/are/will be about food. Aiseh. Just enjoy the pictures. 

Allow me to draw your attention to the big spoon.
Apparently this is a big deal. Idk ask my mom.

Lol Chris and I couldn't afford anything.

"Damned tourists."

Christine and I are what we call orang kampung (village people) or super jakun (backwards) so essentially, we had no idea what was going on 95% of the time. So we let Aunty Lydia and Uncle William take the reins.

Executive decisions being made.

KOREAN DIM SUM? Hahahaha. So jakun.

Yay family.

NOT TO BE EATEN AS SALAD. This is a garnish
for your barbecued meat wtf. We are so jakun.

This part we understood.

This part too.

Meat goes in, barbecued goodness comes out - you can't
explain that.

My sister and her big spoon.

Korean-style hotpot. Nomnomnom.

Idk Aunty Lydia thought he was cute.

Hotpottttt.

Before...

...and after. Never a miscommunication.

Everything tasted PHENOMENAL of course, and the meal was going well until...

Chris found a surprise in her soup.

FISH EGGS. 

It's cool - grandma ate it. Aaawwww yeaaahhhh.

Christine schooled me in the art of camwhoring while waiting for the bill to arrive. Apparently, it would appear that I have failed as an Asian in this department because all my pictures make me look chinky. 

Proof. Where are my eyes? Where are they?

So I was taught to raise my eyebrows to make my eyes appear more bright and happy and also existent.

Fixed.

I am a natural beauty.