after all, tomorrow IS a brand new day, right?

come to think of it, when someone said the world will end tomorrow, it's already tomorrow in australia. sucks for them then.

aimee and her friend, joyce took me down pacific coast highway, all the way down to san juan capistrano. so i told my sister after i came back that i passed by newport beach, the place she has always wanted to go after she got all into that show the OC, and told her i will take her down there after she's done with her summerschool. she had been putting on the angry face for quite awhile i thought this might cheer her up. she grunted and said ok. i thought that might have cheered her up a little, boy was i wrong.

just half an hour ago she turned her computer off and i thought she'd be done with the internet so i quit knights of the old republic and went on to check my email. then she came rushing out of her room with an even angrier face and asked if i was online. so i told her that i was only checking my email, which wouldnt take more than 2 minutes. then she started yelling at me again and said that she was talking on the phone. i got confused and i tried to reason. first of all if she were on the phone, me connecting won't hung her up. secondly, even if the cosmic radiation background did make that happen, she could just call the person back. i mean if it's really that important i could wait and check my email later. then she got angry again and threw a pack of goldfish snack on the carpet, which obviously caused a mess. i could have started cleaning it up but i decided not to and said to her politely, "you do know that you're the one cleaning that up, dont you?" so she started picking the pieces up recklessly and instead causing even more mess. then, it came out again, and not just once. the i-hate-you speech. out of her mouth. into my ear. haunting my mind. i was tired, i did not think i had done anything wrong, and the house was really hot. so i snapped. i snapped and started yelling at her how those words she said hurts my feelings. see, i don't care when my best friend or anyone else are talking shit about me or saying crap to me. but coming from a family member, as much as i wanted to not care, it hurts.

am i really that bad of a brother that my own sister hates me, whatever her reason is?

i looked around at my friends and i've never seen any of them having problems like that with their brothers or sisters. i've never heard any of my friend telling me that their brother or sister hates them. so that gets me thinking: am i really that bad?

by the way, i still don't think modem querying cuts off an ongoing phone conversation. not even due to cosmic radiation.

on a happier note, this strip is why tatsuya ishida is such a genius.

went to circuit city yesterday because they claim to be having a clearance sale. well, it's either people came early and CLEARED it all the way out, or they're clearance-selling lousy crap. i had an interesting talk with my dad along the way: i got this clip-on at walmart that perfectly matches my glasses and it has reflective coating. so i told my dad how great reflective coatings are: when you're checking out girls, they won't know you're checking them out. my dad looked at me weird and said, "son, here's a thing about girls: when you're checking them out, they DO want to know that you're checking them out; it makes them feel good about themselves." see, i've always had that kind of thought in my mind, and honestly speaking, i couldn't agree more; i've even said that over and over whenever my friends and i are discussing these kinda things. but hearing that from a father's mouth? left me speechless for about 10 seconds.

i've been complaining to some people about how hot glendora has been. in comparison to san diego, i said, "summer sucks, no hot girls in bikini, just heat stroke." in comparison to las vegas, i said, "glendora is like las vegas, only without casinos and strippers." well, passed by the beaches today on the way to san juan capistrano and there, all over the sidewalks: girls in bikinis. oh yeah. aimee said that pch in newport beach is nice because everything is so walkable; she said, "you can walk everywhere here." i didn't say it out loud but i agree. and with girls in bikinis walking around (without towels wrapped around their waists too), even a lazy bum like me would never say no to the idea of "walking around."

ah.

hot girls in bikinis.