Memorial Day. Another day of laziness and chilaxing. I don't really know what people do during this day but here's our version...

Woke up late. Then right off the bat we prepared some salad, chips and salsa, baked salmon, spicy sausages and steak. It was all good. Very fulfilling. There were sodas and some ready-made margaritas and mojitos thanks to my mom who did not care to read the fine print that it has alcohol. All the all, the day was sun-shiny and it was turning out to be an eventful day. Ko needed some help to take photos for his homework that led us to a chase around Orange County looking for hazardous signs. We went from gas station to gas station, then to Home Depot, where we also scouted some hot employees, and last was this parking of big trucks where a security guard "shoo'd" us away leaving us all paranoid.

We went home to what seemed like a belated happy birthday singing spree for me. My aunt brought a cake of chocolate and mangoes which is truly divine. We finished more than half of the cake and when we were all full, my brother showed us the fun of target practice with pellets. We had a series of misfires and bull's eye and the inevitable "Wanted" moves that we were all daringly capable of. So the boys, true to their nature, ventured off into Boy's Land and played video games while I was left to myself wondering what the hell am I supposed to do? I fell asleep and by 8pm we all just decided to go to Berrysweet. I invited Gian cause let's face it, what have I got to lose anyway?

It turned out to be an interesting night because Gian came. I haven't seen him in a long time and he looked adoringly the same. Everything was fine. It was just hard to keep on talking. The yogurt and the night was great...that is until I got home and my mom wanted to talk to me. She got angry because I told her I was going to Berrysweet and did not tell her about Gian. I did not even have the time to savour the "Gian" time when she just ruined it. I felt like a child and that my mom was implying how horrible a person I was and that I was a lying scheming bitch.

Thanks mom.

I am fucking 20 years old. She kept on saying that I don't understand why she's angry but I do. I was calm and just said "yes, I made a mistake." But noooo!!! I guess to her, that wasn't enough. She just had to go on making me feel so guilty. I made one fucking slip! It's not like I did drugs or something. I was even with my two gay friends. I know I forgot to mention it but can't she understand from my point of view??? Maybe i got a little excited and just thought that the destination to where I'm off to would suffice. I mean, she went through her 20s also right??? What adds on to the frustration is the fact that my siblings could have done worse than I did. My 13-year old brother kept his girlfriend from her for weeks! My sister likes sex! She just calmed down and tried not to get angry. Then there's me, who forgot to fucking say that I was meeting a guy I like which nothing even happened. It wasn't even 12 am yet!!! I mean, truly, what the fuck!!!!!!! I feel so suffocated and violated and insulted!!! She didn't even try to be civil. She didn't even try to listen to me. fuck!!! I cannot stand her right now.

XOXO Yana