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homesick

Don't get me wrong. I like being in Berkeley, but it just doesn't feel the same as before. Yes, I do live in an apartment now and, to me, it is still a little creepy but just the atmosphere here is different. Plus I have to deal with school when I really should have just stayed home. I in fact do miss home much more than before. It's probably the time that I spent. Similar to winter break when I also had four weeks off and when I came back to Berkeley I felt homesick. Although oddly, I didn't feel homesick at all during my first semester.

I may still be adjusting, but for now I do kind of prefer the dorms. I just didn't have to worry about so many things that you have to worry about at an apartment. Anyways, I have to study my ass off as this 15-week physics course is shoved into 8 weeks. How dreadful.

Yesterday, I went to Disneyland for my sister's birthday. It was very crowded, more that usual compared to the last two times I was there. And to think we're in an economic crisis; well that didn't stop all the foreign people from taking advantage of that. But beside that fact that we waited forever for rides and even for Dole Whip, I actually had fun for the first time this summer (about the last four weeks). True to it's name, "the happiest place on earth," except for that lady in the wheelchair who was absolutely rude and nearly running me over. And even though I've been to Disneyland twice before in the last year or so, it was my first time in "It's a Small World."

As I rode through watching those little anima-tronics singing, I thought of the meaning behind this ride and what Walt Disney wanted to convey. As large of the earth is and as many people there are, we live in a small world dependent on every people we may or may not know. Together, all six billion plus, act as one consciousness looking to reach for success: a life worth living for. We live in a much smaller world than most people want to believe. Beyond our ethnic background, or our socio-economic background, or our political affiliations, or our opinions and code of ethics, we are all simply human. That is the best thing that we have in common.

Today, I had the fortune of eating dim sum at probably one of the most expensive places in Monterey Park. The food was good but the table next to us: two old couples eating and talking (Cantonese and Mandarin). As soon as we got our food, a huge fiasco started between the employees and the customers about who ordered what. This dim sum restaurant uses paper ordering (like Hong Kong) instead of the usual carts. So they are duking it out about whose fault it was that they had a whole bunch of extra orders. I was already annoyed at the fact they were complaining but what made me mad was that the customers tried to give back the damn food after it was sitting on there table for a good FIFTEEN minutes while we ordered and got our food. Seriously, if you saw that you were getting extra food you think that you could say something when the lady puts it down on your table, not when you decide to pay for the check? And then they had the nerve to bring their "employee friend" over to the table to complain. With this and all the FML stories about people losing their jobs based on "the customer is always right" clause is absolutely senseless (not that anyone was fired today as far as I know).

Anyways, I just don't like the fact that these people could not own up to their mistake. Whether it was truely their fault or not, I believe that they should have said sorry since the employees apologized too. I don't like confrontation; I try to avoid it. But when something goes wrong, I will usually feel an obligation to say sorry whether or not it was ym fault because I could have done something to prevent the wrong-doing. I don't care if you say sorry or not, but don't make it into a fiasco where you make a scene and an idiot of yourself.

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Happy Birthday Seester. Love you.