11/11/11, not 11/11/11?

“Tomorrow is 11/11/11, not 11/11/11 bloody Americans.”

I looked at it for a second and then squinted. I didn’t get it.

Many people have been posting this all over twitter, facebook, and on their blogs with the comments mostly being “LOL” and “Haha great post!”

So, for those who also didn’t get it, let me spell it out for you.

Americans style of writing dates is month/date/year, but the British style is date/month/year.

Get it? With 11/11/11, you can’t really tell what’s the month and what’s the date.

Not that funny right? Yeah, I was disappointed too when I figured it out. I’d thought it’d be some secret hilarious insider joke or something.. -__-

Anyways, tomorrow is Veteran’s Day or Remembrance Day! I hope everyone takes their time to remember those who have served, died while serving and those who still haven’t returned home yet. =)


When was the last time you had fun?

Today, I had a really fun day. I know that line sounds boring, but its been such a long time since I’ve actually had…fun.

So I came back from work at around 4 thinking I’ll just go to sleep, but instead I went out with some friends because they wanted to go this ice cream shop. I didn’t really want to go at first but I thought, why not?

The ice cream place was dimly lit and music played loudly over speakers. In the back, there were arcade games and lots of pinball machines.

I wanted to play so after I finished my ice cream, I got two quarters and put it in the pinball machine. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve never really played before, but I didn’t know how where the buttons were. Which ones make the levers move up and down?!

My friend came over and made fun of me, complaining that she had to teach me how to play such a simple game. The buttons were on the sides, by the way.

After that game (which ended quickly), I played whack a mole and slammed the things popping out as hard as I could. For some reason it made a loud sound when I hit it, so everyone around, including me, were surprised at my lack of anger management…

Lastly, we played the best old game ever, Ms. Pacman! We all took turns playing different rounds. I don’t know why, but after we lost our three lives, the machine still gave us about 4 more games. Everyone was like, when will it ever end?!

So after the arcade, we all stopped and looked at each other with the same question, what do you want to do now?

I had bought a volleyball/badminton set a week ago for ten dollars because it was really cheap so we decided to play volleyball in a large open field near my house.

After twenty long minutes of reading the instructions and seeing how certain parts were not how they were portrayed in the instructions, we improvised and ta da! Here’s our hard work!

We played until it got dark and my team won 2-1. =) I’m not breaking the net down, it’ll be too much work to put it back up later so I stuffed the tall poles in a lonely corner in my room…

Anyways after this day, I didn’t feel tired when I got home for some reason. Usually I feel really exhausted and just want to sleep, but instead I got home and actually felt like working.

I hope to do more things like this and have more fun summer days! =)

Even though it’s already near the end of August…

Here’s a lesson: Don’t waste your precious time!

Checking Out Them Legs.

As we, (Me, A, and N. “temporary names”) were standing at the back yard gate waiting for our friend…E (that’ll be her code name x), A says, “Doesn’t E look weird today because she’s wearing jeans? Cause she usually wears legging.”

We all turn our head to see. E is busy locking the door and we know she’s barely out of earshot.

“Oh yeah, she is,” I reply, acknowledging the fact that she is wearing jeans today.

“Yeah, isn’t it weird?” A says as our eyes follow E. “She always wears leggings.”

N laughs and jokes, “We’re talking about her behind her back now?”

E walks towards us with an unknowing expression.

I shout loudly from the across the gate, “Hey E!”

E looks at me confusedly from three steps away and says, “Hm?”

“We were talking about your legs!”

N laughs, hits me on my shoulder, and says, “What?!”

It’s true, cause well, to see what kind of pants someone is wearing, you’d have to look at their legs right?

“Don’t try to lie. I know you were looking at them too,” I defend myself.

“Creeper!” E laughs.

Everyone laughed and I just had to explain E what the context was.

She still called me a creeper. ^_^