Last night's dinner: cereal
breakfast: cereal
lunch: cereal
dinner: contemplating ice cream

Too hot to cook. Too hot to go outside and buy real food.

Kayaking under the bridges and the ballpark was unbelievable. I'll definitely do it again with more sunblock and some food for the birdies. I wish I had a waterproof camera to take pictures. Me and Jon raced our kayaks while we dodged speedboats and yatchs. A cruiseliner almost hit us - twice. Yes, a bit scary for a moment.

Paddling out reminded me of The Old Man and The Sea. God I hated that book. But for 40 minutes we were stranded at sea, stuck in a whirlpool off Pier 28 where the tides turn. I killed time and tried to pet the seagulls sitting on the currents, but they kept scooting their bodies away from me. With a lot of manpower I managed to paddle out to enjoy more scenery. San Francisco simply looks gorgeous.

My biceps are huge now and I'm tan as fuck.

Uck. 20 hour work weeks + 12 summer school hours/week, excluding time spent writing essays and studying for midterms. Where the hell is my summer? At least I spend my weekends in SF, otherwise, I'd go crazy here in 110 degree Davis.

I don't see why ppl are in such a rush to graduate in 3 years. That just means one more year of work for you! You have the rest of your life to work, and even then you're only working so you can save up enough money to stop working. If I wanted to, I could graduate next quarter, but what's the point? Might as well stick around and enjoy my last year in this college bubble.

While I was eating my Chipotle tacos on the outdoor patio, I kept watching these homeless runaway teens beg for spare change and leftovers. For 30 minutes I watched dozens of pedestrians shake their heads, "sorry, no money." 5 high end boutiques were packed on that block, and not a single person had a quarter to spare in upper-middle class downtown Davis? What a lie, but I can't blame them, I was the same way.

When I first applied to volunteer at the Willow Homeless Clinic in downtown Sac, I just wanted clinical experience. I didn't really care about the homeless. Actually, I thought they were disgusting and got annoyed whenever my great uncle stopped to give them $20 bills. Now, I interact with the homeless every other weekend, giving them free health screenings, food, and listening to their life stories. Some are really fucked up. Some are really crazy (with hallucinations and all). But they all have one thing in common - they've reached rock bottom. And I have nothing to complain about when 4 different patients in a day come in telling me about their suicidal tendacies, dead mother, dead children, abusive husband, 3 heart attacks, 2 strokes, and janitorial job at some fast food joint. Yes, they might beg occasionally, but they got it rough, no need to make it rougher.

So I jumped the patio fence and handed them my extra barbacoa tacos and my drink. I think they were weirded out at first (me, a young asian lady in pumps and business suit). But they were really grateful and that just made my day.

For the past 2 months, I've been telling my boyfriend Jon to keep his birthday open for a surprise. Well, his birthday is 6 days away and I didn't really plan any "surprise", but he's expecting it. Hoping to create a somewhat decent surprise gathering, I just shot out 100 emails for his bday dinner at some smancy Singapore restaurant in Burlingame. My problem now: I'm afraid too many ppl will show up and I have no clue what to do after dinner. Party at his place? I'd have to call his roommate about that, which leads to another problem: I don't have his phone number! And if I want his phone number, I'd have to ask Jon, whereby he'd ask me, "why do you need to talk to Sumit?" And I have no reason to talk to him, errr... yea.

Last night, I just bought kayaking lessons for me and Jon on his birthday. It runs between the Embarcadero, Bay Bridge, and Golden Gate where all those baseball hopefuls try to catch Barry Bonds' homeruns in the ocean. He also doesn't know about this. I just found out that he gets sea sick but he's okay on water if he's doing something active. What luck. Hopefully kayaking is active enough so Jon's not yakking on his birthday.

Some girls worry that their boyfriends will leave them for other women. As for me, I know my boyfriend will leave me for his other love: Scarlett. She gives him thrills that I can't compare to. And sadly, she only a bike.

4-hour lunch with my pledge brother - damn that's a long time. So we both tried Murder Burger's famous ostrich burgers for our first time. The verdict: it tastes EXACTLY like beef. I swore I paid 6 bucks for a tiny ass beef BLT, then I looked closer and noticed small stringy stuff. I don't care if the ostrich meat was healthier and less greasy. Paying 2 bucks more for my health wasn't worth it (for now). Now the $4 chili cheese fries were a different story . . . mmm . . .

Even though I'm procastinating in all my classes, I don't seem to care. It's been a long time since I spent an entire day running, ebaying, and eating, with no worries in the world. No homeworking, no reading, no studying for classes or OATs. Nothing - and it felt damn good.

Once again, I walked into a public restroom in San Francisco and found myself sitting beside a moaning escapade. Initially, I thought the woman in the stall beside me was simply having a rough time on the crapper. Then the moans turned into screams, and the screams turned into words. And before I could get out, I heard children's voices. OMG! No older than middle school! Nah, they must be playing a prank. So I checked the floor and it was covered in clothes. NASTY!

While washing our hands, me and the other women gave each other the same disgusted, shocked look. That holy-shit-middle-schoolers-are-fucking-here look. My oh my, you never know what kids are up to these days.