I go on

God, what a beautiful week. It's unusually sunny here in San Fran.

All this sun + a great weekend + that chance meeting on the plane = a glowing happiness that fills me and overflows. I am unbearably happy. So happy that I woke up earlier than usual just because it felt good to be awake and alive.

Yesterday, I was walking home, and my eyes were on the ground like they sometimes are. And I saw a keychain on the ground--one of those personalized ones that have your name on it. This one said Michael. How bizarre. I smiled to myself. I imagined him in Hawaii (that's where his honeymoon is taking place) with his gorgeous wife soaking up this same sun, and I was happy. I can go on, knowing that he is happy and has his one true love. True love exists. I hope to have what she has years from now.

I must learn firstly. To be complete without a man. To be able to stand alone. Only then will I be ready for my perfect other, my soul mate. Mr. P (my high school English teacher) once told us girls that you shouldn't have a boyfriend because you need one. It's the total opposite actually. You should have one when you're already complete, already independent, or else you'll never be able to stand alone.

I should write about Las Vegas!! Sorry I've been so hung up on this guy. Before we left, we got new cell phones--our contract was about to expire. Kuya got this way cool one that flips open and has a keyboard, sort of like a Sidekick. I got one that has a camera on it and the ability to listen to music. Mom and Dad just got simple camera phones. It was neat. The family plan, haha.

The drive was wonderful. We listened to Louis Armstrong (dad's favorite). Mom told me all about the plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas. XMAS will be at our house this year! We arrived at Monte Carlo--Mom's favorite place to stay because she feels lucky there.

Mom and Dad gambled mostly. I expected to be by myself, as Kuya is such a poker fiend. But he opted to hang out with me most of the time, which was pretty cool. We went to the new Fashion Mall I think it's called and the shops at Caesar's. He wanted to go to the new Wynn to get tickets for a musical his girlfriend and him are going to see when they come back in December. An enjoyable time.

For Dad's birthday, we ate at this fancy restaurant in Aladdin called Elements. Swanky, but a good time. Dad got birthday creme brulee, haha. We started singing "Happy Birthday" to him and right after the first line Dad just blew out the candle, and Mom, Kuya, and I stopped singing abruptly and were kind of sad. But it was hilarious. That's something Dad would do.

The day of my flight, we went to Mandalay Bay for a little while. Mom won $500 on the slots. She was very happy. Dad broke even. Kuya won $200. Good times. They dropped me off at the airport. Dad was all, "Don't get sweet-talked by anyone." I think he was upset about me talking to the guy on the plane. I had told them all about it (but not about the "one" stuff--yikes!). I have a good gauge of who to trust and who not to. He's just being Dad, being protective of his little girl, and I'm glad for it. Happy Birthday Dad!

Things I bought while in Las Vegas:
1. Paul Frank shirt at the Paul Frank store
2. Smith's Rosebud Salve at Sephora
3. Perfumeria Gal's Apple fragranced balm at Urban Outfitters: I have a thing for balms in tins. I'm starting to get a pretty good collection actually.