Ironically, the people who never check my scribble are the ones that I usually talk about. Do they ever heed my warning? Nooo!

Something just seemed out of place, that's all. I became irritated when C forgot when my birthday was (although we had talked about it at some length) and seemingly forgot about the upcoming party that I had invited him to. As a result, a "I am not here!" occured. It's a matter of priorities, yes.

I found out about the so-called booby traps that Steve had highlighted on his last trip to the Ng house. It's pretty easy to imagine him flailing his arms about...ranting about two tacks in the road. Two tacks that were meant to slash tires. While my sister and I were driving back from a evening rendevous at Broadway Plaza (we were looking for blowhorns for the graduation ceremony), I finally saw the infamous tacks. Being the good citizen, I got out of the car and attempted to remove the tacks from the road. However, when I pulled at it, the tack bent over. The tacks were made out of rubber. So much for making a change in this cruel, unusual world.