my brother had a violin lesson at his violin teacher's house after Church. so my dad and i were stuck with nothing to do and i suggested that i drive around for the next hour :) hey i need the practice! he directed me to drive to saratoga and he told me to drive to the hills and this street called "winding road." that was... rather difficult. i had many life death experiences on that road. haha not that bad jk. but there were many times where i was driving off the street and i was driving REALLY slow so the people behind me were getting pissed off at me. the road was really narrow, had a lot of sharp turns, and i was driving the mercedes suv.
my parents started talking to me about the type of guy i should date/marry. not pleasant. my dad was using this chinese term that translate is called "slippery head," which means a pretty boy and how i should never go for pretty boys. they called two of my guy friends pretty boys. (haha) i guess i cant ever date them :( too bad so sad. my mom has two people in mind who she thinks are good candidates for my husband and both of them are 5-6 years older than me. please mother. 
