Spell OLD= ME

It seems like ages ago when I was so excited to grow up. Ages ago when rules were always meant to be broken.

And now, fast forward to the present, it feels like I am super old. The person who used to break rules just to learn her lessons, now starts making and setting rules. The person who used to look up to other people as role models now has to work on becoming a role model for others.

Last Friday, July 15 I turned another year older. I am now a bit more older and wiser (I hope). This year I plan to focus on savoring each moment of each day. I will live or at least try to live with the same excitement that I once had, after all we are always a day younger today than tomorrow right? So anyhow, enough with the mellow stuff.

Here's some pictures from my birthday. I still can't believe I'm already 27 years old! Like woah!
My two cousins, Chloe and Mikey.
smoked salmon in butter oyster sauce, california maki, roasted pork, and tempura
Shrimps in butter and garlic sauce

Mango daquiri, blue margarita, and mai tai
Two is always better than one. =)
Teaching the kids how to drink. hehehehe. I'd rather they learn from me, rather than finding out they experimented with other people and end up making a total mess of themselves.
Ugh, I wasn't ready for this one, but the boyfie has cute eyes in this picture.

The kiddos before drinking
ini mini miny mo..
gulp

Facebook Fail!

What happens when mom gets on facebook? Facebook Fail!!!

My mom added me on facebook and she also added some of my friends who she's already met. A friend of mine was tagged in a picture. This was a picture of someone's ear with tons and tons of ear piercings. There was probably around 6-10 earrings on that one ear.

Anyhow, when my mom saw this she was so shocked. And well... Mom went over to the comments section and posted a comment for my friend which goes something like this "Hi Sasha, how are you? That is a lot of piercings! Did it hurt? I hope you don't influence Mel into getting this much piercings. Drop by some time, I would love to see piercings"

Ugh, mom! And oh wait, my friend Sasha texts me, "OMG MEL! Please check out your mom's comment on a photo that I WAS TAGGED IN. I have nothing to say except lol!"

Oh my gosh! I just died of laughter from embarrassment and just at how funny this all was. This wasn't even my friend's ear, it was her friend's ear piercings. Ugh.... Facebook fail much? Could I please delete my mom's facebook account?!

Wacko!

On a sunny Sunday morning I was happily listening to the birds chirping outside. Then all of a sudden, I was surprised to hear a loud banging against our gate. It sounded like there was World War III right outside my house. What the heck is going on?

I went over to the garage and this is what I found:
I checked our gate and there were a couple huge dents, which I figured must have been failed attempts at trying to throw this buddha statue over the gate and into our garage. I all the sudden hear someone wailing like they are giving birth. It's my crazy neighbor with her blood shot eyes looking like a rabid dog. I ran back inside the gate made sure the gate was locked and ran inside the house.

Just as we were about to call the cops the crazy neighbor gets a cab and leaves her house for a good couple hours. After talking to a family friend who happens to be a lawyer I realized, we have come to a dead end. There wasn't any use calling the cops about this because she is mentally unstable and they would just have to release her. Crazy neighbor has been in and out of the psychiatric institution. I just wish she would stay in the psychiatric institution for good. She worries me, sometimes she seems alright, other times she seems so psycho. I feel bad for her butler. Poor guy has a black eye sometimes and has a couple bruises on his arms. Crazy neighbor probably beats up her poor butler, but he doesn't want to call for help because he was saying that he needs the money and doesn't want to lose his job.

Hours after this incident I found my neighbor skipping up and down the streets like a little kid. Imagine a huge, huge, huge lady in her sixties skipping up and down the streets. Anyhow as she was skipping she had a huge garbage bag with her she was skipping and humming "LA LA LA LA LA" and throwing pillows, clothes and anything that was inside that garbage bag. For a sec she looked like a flower girl throwing flower petals but instead of flower petals she was throwing away clothes, shoes, pillows, etc etc etc.

Weird much?! This isn't the first incident, read about my psycho neighbor here and here.