Dad's First Starbucks

When Dad came to SF State to play pool, we went out for Starbucks before picking up my brother from work. For those who are curious about when Dad came to school, check out my post, "Bring Your Dad to School Day." After Dad finished playing pool, my brother, my Mom, and I were suppose to all go out for dinner. However, Mom already ate by the time we told her that we were going out for dinner. So, instead, we went out to Starbucks before picking up my brother from work. Geographically, Starbucks was on the way to my brother's workplace. Then again, there are so many Starbucks locations in San Francisco. Out of all of the Starbucks in San Francisco, Dad chose the one that is connected to the Safeway on Church street.

On the way to the Starbucks, Dad asked me what kind of drink should he get and I just posted the question on Twitter and within five minutes, I had like four different options prepared for Dad and he chose, "caramel macchiato." Some of my friends suggested vanilla soy latte and java frap. I guess Dad wanted something as close and as strong as Vietnamese coffee because that is the only kind of coffee that he drinks. 

When we got to Starbucks, it took about a good ten minutes to order our drinks, get the drinks and leave. When we were ordering, Dad was standing next to me and whatever the cashier asked in English, I asked Dad the exact same question, but in English. When it comes to Dad, no language brokering required. I have no idea why he didn't understand the Starbucks cashier, but for some reason, he understood when I asked him the exact same question in the exact same language. Haha. Dad got a caramel macchiato, I got a green tea frap and we got a pumpkin spiced latte for my brother. The derpiest moment of the day was how fast we got into the car because Dad actually forgot to lock the car when we went to Starbucks. WHOOPS!

In the end, Dad liked the caramel macchiato. After he tried the drink, he said, "Your suggestions have been tested and approved! Thank you!" And about a month later, or whenever he and I go to Starbucks together, he would order the caramel macchiato. If he didn't get that Starbucks gift card, I don't think he would ever think about going to Starbucks. So to whoever gave Dad the gift card, THANK YOU!  

Bring Your Dad to School Day

For a good two three months, the restaurant has been closed on Tuesdays, so that means Dad has the day off. Whenever Dad has the day off, he usually just stays home, sleep and watch singing shows on YouTube. Since Dad has been busy with his new hobby, playing pool, he was thinking of visiting my brother and me at school to play some pool. I think Dad is getting tired of the people at the bar, so I guess he wants to try to play new people and find some new challenges. Dad does want to play my brother at the bar, but he isn't 21 yet. Now that Dad has Tuesdays off, he can come to school and play with my brother. But, since my brother has his own school and work schedule last week, he couldn't play Dad. So, I offered to bring Dad to school and set up a game with him and my friend who works at the pool place on campus.

Around 6pm, Dad came to school and I introduced him to a couple of friends who were still around campus around that time and when I finally brought him to play pool with my friend, about ten minutes into the game, I found a handful of people staring at Dad, watching him play. 

There was this guy who was randomly looking over at the pool hall and noticed that Dad was playing my friend, let's call him Player 1. The guy who was watching Dad through the glass window in the arcade never took his eyes off of him and I just kept staring and glaring at him because I was raging on the inside, I was like "WHY YOU STARING AT MY DAD YO?!" About five minutes later, that guy was telling his friends at his table to take a look at Dad playing pool with Player 1. Player 1 noticed the guy watching him, so he invited him to play. 

Next Round: Player 2 vs Dad.

Dad said that he was a good player, but he was a bit of a show off. I have this other friend who works at the pool place, and she even said that he was a good player as well. Out of the 10 games they played, Dad said that he won six of them. However, Dad said that he was fooling around because there was no real reason to play seriously. I think that if he did play seriously, then he would have won ten out of ten games. Later on, I saw small groups of people passing back and pointing at Dad, watching him play pool. It was great because a lot of people were like frozen in amazement to see Dad kick that guy's ass. It was around 7 o clock, Dad and I were packing to go to Starbucks and pick up my brother from work so we can go to dinner. But, some random guy went up to him and shyly asked, "Can I play you?" I don't know him at all, so he's a totally stranger to me and Dad. 

Final Round: Player 3 vs. Dad

Player 3 was not as good as Player 2, but Dad said that he gave Player 3 a lot of tips and advice during the games and he still asked to split the table. Dad was slightly ticked off. Every time player 3 made a shot and misses the pocket, Dad said to him "You get an A for effort." Both of them played for about 45 minutes and then player 3 called quits. 

Both Player 2 and 3 want to play Dad again, but too bad he doesn't go to school. LOL. 

Dad said that maybe he can come on Tuesdays and Saturdays to play pool. That'd be great because Tuesdays and Saturdays would be Bring Your Dad to School Day. I was really happy to be able to bring Dad to school because Dad never goes to school to visit me or like pick me up and stuff. Elementary school in the 4th grade, he dropped me off at school and walked me to class and even personally went to fix my class schedule because I was transferred to a Tagalog class. My first day of sixth grade, Dad drove me to school and walked me to my class :D It was nice to have Dad in school with me because I felt like a kid again and I was really excited to introduce Dad to my friends. 

Parentnamese: Episode 5: WHO RAN AWAY?

The other day I took a dinner shift the last minute and I forgot to tell my mom. How Mom works is that she calls me around 6:30 everyday to see where I am so she and I can take the bus home together. I missed a call from her, so she called Dad.

Dad's phone rang just after a dinner rush died down, but Dad was busy taking care of the phone orders, so I just answered the phone for him. It was Mom.

Me: [insert fake Chinese accent] "NOBODY HOME. CALL TOMORROW OKAY?"
Mom: "Okay."

I was explaining to Mom that I was working last minute because of communication issues with my baby brother. Then I told Dad what happened and he said, "If I answered, Mom would say, 'HONEY, YOUR DAUGHTER RUN AWAY AGAIN!" Again, this was a joke because it's ironic. Just for the record, I never ran away from home, even if I lived in a safe neighborhood, I'd never do that.

Message to Dad: No Dad. Just no.

Classic Dad: Part 6: Mafia Dad?

For maybe close to a year now, Dad has been going to this bar across the street from the restaurant we work at everyday. He has picked up some friends and a lot of crazy-ass fans and haters. Haters will hate >:[ Anyways, for a while now the restaurant has been closed on Tuesdays, which is great because I get to eat dinner with Dad at home sometimes. Around 8pm or later, Dad would leave the house with his pool stick and I would go, "DAD! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" He would always reply the same way, "I'M GOING TO GO BEAT UP SOME PEOPLE!"

This is what he says when he beats people at pool. Dad is like NEVER EVER violent, which makes this ironic. Whenever Dad drives us to work I would ask him the same question, "How many people did you beat up yesterday?"

This conversation would also apply to a child and their parent who is a mobster or whatever. When Dad and I had this conversation yesterday at the restaurant when we had a full house, a customer was just innocently eating his noodles and when he was overhearing our conversation, his face was just like this, (OAO"). So I had to explain to him that that's the way Dad and I talk. Haha. People might not find this funny, but that's the way Dad and I talk, deal with it.

Dad Be Trolling: Episode 5

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I go to the restaurant so I can get a ride with Dad. Yesterday, I was running late because that's the side effect of taking public transportation in San Francisco. Dad parked the car near this bookstore that is just outside the train station. I see a cat just chilling on one of the book displays that faces the window.

Me: "Dad! There's a cat in the bookstore."
Dad: "CAT FOR SALE!!!!!!"

That still cracks me up even now. I just laugh my head off out of nowhere and people around me just go "errr o.o"

Dad Be Trolling: Episode 4

Lately, whenever I go to the salad bar at school to get lunch, half of the stuff just seemed leftovers that have been reheated from the previous day or even the previous week. How gross is that? Well, yesterday, I was explaining to Dad about how old the Shepard's pie is at school sometimes.

Me: "The salad bar at my school sells shepard's pie that is old, I mean OLD!"
Dad: "Good, they are preserving the flavor. xD"

Message to Dad: That's gross. It tasted okay, but the texture of that pie was like OMG GROSS! Everything was stuck together and the meat tasted really old.

Dad Be Trolling: Episode 3: Neverland

Not only Dad and I work at the restaurant during the week, but my baby brother as well. He is 17 now and he is a senior in high school. He is working while in school. Way to go baby brother, keeping up with the family tradition. Anyways, he works on the days that I don't work. A lot of the customers really like my baby brother, so one dinner, this lady goes up to my baby brother and says, "Don't work too hard okay?" Dad overhears this and says, "Never happens here." He says it like in a joking tone, because again, Dad be trolling. What he means is that although the both of them work really hard, we deny it :D You know, being humble d^^d After that, the lady was cracking her head off, she laughed so hard. I would imagining that she would be coming back because Dad was being so hilarious.

Psychic Dad

Last Sunday, I was working on a five page paper for my Biography of Tokyo class and I was staying up late to finish it. When Dad goes to the bar to play pool, he usually comes home as late as 3 am or as early as 2am. This time, he came home at 2am. When I was trying to scare Dad, I said, "BOO!" 

Dad: "Oh, why are you still up? School tomorrow."

Me: "I know, I have a five page paper to finish and I am on page four."

Dad: "Oh it's going to take your forever!"

Dad technically was right because I have the worst study habits ever. I had some serious writer's block that night and I stayed up until 4:30am to finish that paper. Monday wasn't so great because who would want to go to PE class with only one and a half hour of sleep? 

Message to Dad: That one page did take me forever!

Classic Dad: Part 5: GO AWAY

Whenever I want to go out and end up late for the bus, Dad would see me still in the house. He just stands in the hallway, tilts his head and goes, "WHAT?!!!! YOU'RE STILL HERE?!" Of course, he is joking. Over the summer, I was working at a summer school and I have to be out of the house by 7:30. However, I woke up at 8:15 ish. I was rushing to get ready, Dad gets up and yells, "WHAT?! YOU'RE STILL HERE?!" His tone sounded like he wanted me gone. Haha.

Whenever I have a day off from work or school, Dad would expect me to go out because I use to go out a lot in high school or even in my freshman and sophmore year of college. But, when I stay home and he comes home during the afternoon for his break before the dinner shift, he would shout, "WHATTTTT?! YOU STILL HERE?! xD" That would just be another example of when he would say this to me.

What's funny is that he would usually say this to me and sometimes my brothers. My baby brother, who is 18, tends to be home for about six hours a day, to basically sleep because his schedule is just work, school and a big social life. Dad and I would be totally surprised if my baby brother doesn't go out or comes home early. Dad would have a giant surprised look on his face, but he would say, "Oh, you're home soo early," when it's like 10pm. Yeah, 10pm is pretty early for my baby brother.

Dad's Fan Club: Episode 6: Love Hate Relationship

Dad goes to the bar to play pool with strangers. Dad has been playing pool for over ten years now and he has really honed his skills when it comes to pool. When he was in high school, he spent his free time playing pool in pool halls.  He just started to play at his bar that is across the street from the restaurant. Over time, he has developed, yet, another fan club. A lot of people like to watch Dad play. Either they love him or hate him. This is where the love hate relationship comes from. A lot of the games that people play with Dad, their love or hate for him change a couple of times within the night. Every time each fan loses a game to Dad, they would say, "I HATE YOU!!!!" But if they win a game against Dad, they would say, "I LOVE YOU!!!"

I have visited the bar with Dad once a week for a few months, and I have met a few of his fans. A lot of say that "I LOVE YOUR DAD!"  Well I love him too. A lot of these fans tell me stories about how much they learned from Dad. Even one guy told me that Dad is trying to help him stop drinking. That only worked for like a week or two. That dude drinks alcohol like its water and he should take Dad's advice to drink less.

Whenever I go to the bar to watch Dad play, I see a giant crowd of people circling around Dad's pool table and cheer him on. How can you tell between the haters and the fans? The haters will yell BOO every time Dad makes a shot at his table and the fans will cheer their lungs out when Dad makes a shot and or is beating the crap out of a dirtbag who doesn't belong in the bar because he is causing a scene for no reason.

Message to Dad: The bar is still not safe, bring Kevin as your bodyguard.

Dad's Fan Club: Episode 5: Too Much

During the busy hours at the restaurant, we tend to run out of stuff, since I don't know where everything is, Dad has to go get the stuff. Most of the time, when he gets stuff we ran out of for the moment, he is gone for five minutes the most. This time he was only gone for two. So, during those two minutes, a line of people asked me, "WHERE'S YOUR DAD?!" I told him he'd be back soon, and then when he comes back, he is bombarded by a line of his fans. When they left, Dad told me, "I'm gone for two minutes and everybody's looking for me?!" He throws his arms in the air and shakes his head at this situation.

Message to Dad: People still do that and will continue to demand to see you. Just saying.

Dad's Fan Club: Episode 4: Creepy Much?

About four years ago, the restaurant opened it's third location in a neighborhood not too far from the other two. Dad, being the awesome waiter that he is, was assigned to work in the new place to get the popularity started because around there gets pretty quiet, day or night. I got dragged into working there as well. For about a good two weeks, people were wondering where Dad was. But, this lady, man, I don't want to point her out as a stalker, but as soon as word got out that Dad moved to the new location, she did not hesitate to drive up the hills to the third location. She ordered food to go, and these were her exact words to Dad, "I'm so glad I found you. I followed you here!"

To whomever that was, I understand your love for Dad, but please don't use that kind of phrasing. It makes me worry about Dad more than I usually do.

Message to Dad: People love you...a little bit too much. .-.

Dad's Fan Club: Episode 3: NO WAY MAN

I do meet a lot of Dad's fans over the four, in one week, five years I have been working in the restaurant and when I greet them in the restaurant, they ignore me and go straight to Dad. I don't blame them. I'd go to my favorite waiter or waitress at my favorite restaurant too. Whenever people sit at a table and ask for Dad, I would say, "DAD!!!!! YOUR FAN IS LOOKING FOR YOU!" Or something like that. I think at one time, it happened so often, I was reduced to say, "DAD! YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE LOOKING FOR YOU!" A lot of Dad's older fans, who only come once in a while, would not order from me, but from Dad. They all leave the decisions to him and all of the recommendations to him because they trust him that much and whenever people put that much faith in Dad is because their faith brings them an enjoyable dinner at the restaurant. Dad magically knows what kind of food everyone would enjoy, so whenever he recommends something, 99.9% of the time, people will like me. .1% would be me because I REFUSE TO EAT PIGS BLOOD!

Just last week, this man, big scary man, walks into the restaurant, and of course I greet him and he automatically said to me, "I'll order from him (Dad), because he knows what I like!" This isn't the first time. This is probably, the 100th time, I'm probably exaggerating, that someone said that to me.

Message to Dad: People love you, yay!

Dad's Fan Club: Episode 2: TMI?

One dinner shift, I was working behind the counter, doing cash register duties. One guy comes in to pick up his phone order, and he asks what most people would ask a waitress at a restaurant, "Where's your Dad? I don't see him." There are two reasons why people may not see Dad in the restaurant: one, he's in the bathroom, and two, he's in the back checking on stuff. Now, this time he was in the bathroom. When I told the guy that Dad was in the bathroom, he immediately said, "Tell him to hurry up!" Of course, it was a joke. Sometimes a lot of people won't go into the restaurant unless they see Dad.

To whomever said that to me, I understand how much you want to see Dad because sometimes I freak out when I don't see him where he's suppose to be at. I know you were joking when you told me to tell Dad to hurry up in the bathroom, so we're cool.

Message to Dad: You got some great fans out there.

Dad's Fan Club: Episode 1: SCARY AS HECK

Dad has been working in the same restaurant for a little over 16 years now. Overtime, he has met a rainbow of people. He even once told me that he received compliments from an important person. NO, not the President. But someone more interesting and pretty surprising. Dad has some fan club that grew and grew over the years. People would near and far to come to our restaurant, most of the time for Dad, then the food. Haha. A lot of people come to the restaurant to tell me they have been coming for years just to see Dad serving them food and stuff. They say that Dad has never changed a bit.

They have told me:
1. "Your dad is a good man."
2. "He's number one."
3. "I LOVE YOUR DAD!" (well I love him too)
4. "He never ages a day"
5. "HE'S THE BEST!"
6. "Your dad is the greatest"

Now, here's where things get a little dark and scary. I usually work dinner, but during my school holidays I work lunch. So, the last time I worked lunch, a bunch of middle aged ladies come into the restaurant and only see me because Dad is in the back checking on stuff. The three of them were like, "WHERE'S YOUR DAD?! I DEMAND TO SEE YOUR DAD!!!!" I was like, "HE'S IN THE BATHROOM (TAT)" These three ladies were complete strangers to each other and they randomly started being friendly with each other since they all love Dad.

Message to Dad: You got some scary ass fans right there. .-.

Scaredy Cat

I put on this clay mask that makes me look like I'm a ghost, but with brown panda eyes. I hear the garage door open and I rushed over and see that Dad is home. I see him chilling in his car, then I jumped out of the hallway and said, "BOO!"

Dad: "YOU COULD HAVE GIVEN ME A HEART ATTACK. I WOULDN'T MAKE IT TO THE STAIRS!"

Again, Dad said this jokingly.

Message to Dad: Sorry Dad, didn't mean to scare you...wait...yeah I did,  but not that much .-.

Dad Be Trolling: Episode 2

During the first week of school, my brother and I were driven to school to avoid being late for classes because some professors will take your name off of the enrollment list if you are late or don't show up for class. The second week, my brother and I were taking the bus to school. The first or second day we took the bus to school, a little after I got off the bus, I get a text from Dad. Dad has been trolling me for as long as I can remember, but this has to take the cake of all the trolling he has done.

Message to Dad: Don't put a GPS chip in my backpack...please and thank you

Classic Dad: Part 4

Whenever I meet up with Dad to go home, I always show up late. Dad says 2:30, I come at like 2:40 sometimes. Before when I use to show up on time, the restaurant would have maybe a table full of people or two. As I open the door to walk in, my Dad would say, " WE CLOSE-ZY OKAY" and sometimes squint his eyes.

There are two reasons why Dad says that: one, to imitate my manager who says that a lot and two, to troll me. Dad has been doing that for a while that the other staff members are doing it too. It might feel awkward for other people to be greeted this way, but when Asian waitresses do this in a joking way, it's pretty awesome.

ONE MORE TING! Dad doesn't really have an Asian accent, it's like 25% or less of an Asian accent. But whenever I talk to Dad, we always use a fake Chinese Asian accent, or the exaggerated ones you hear on YouTube.

Classic Dad Part 3

Dad's daily work schedule lets him have a three hour break between shifts at the restaurant, so whenever I finish classes early or go out and finish early, I would meet Dad at the restaurant after he finishes the lunch shift so we can go home. You would do that too if you had to take like two three different buses home and the ride home is only a train ride away. The chefs see me without my work clothes on and always ask me, "Why you here? .-." Of course, Dad being the jokester he is, he immediately told them, "She's afraid someone is going to kidnap me, so she comes to pick me up." When my Dad says this in Chinese, it just sounds funnier to me.

Last week, when the boss came to the restaurant, he was surprised to see me there, not working. So Dad just straight up told him, " I GOT MY OWN PERSONAL BODYGUARD xD"

I'm pretty sure I will go to the restaurant often enough that Dad will stop saying this to people, but whenever old customers come in and they haven't seen me in a while then maybe Dad will blurt out, "I GOT MY BODYGUARD HERE, NO PROBLEM."

Classic Dad Part 2

A big stereotype for Asian parents is that they don't let their child go out with their friends because there's the hassle of interrogating the child with a million questions like:

"Why you go out with this person?"
"Who is this person?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Why you waste the money on food outside, eat at home."

When I was in middle school, I mostly went out with my nerdy friends to go school dances, go to Borders to read manga all afternoon or volunteer stuff I did for my leadership class. When I got to high school, I had school clubs, spirit committee, school projects and school events. I did go out with friends for other stuff as well, but probably not a lot.

It all started around the summer of my senior year of high school, I went out with my friends almost every week and we always go into the night life and hang out at parks and play on the swings. Haha, not really. But whenever it gets to midnight or even close to midnight, I would get a call from Dad and he would always ask the same question, "DO I NEED TO CALL 911 TO REPORT A MISSING PERSON?" Around that time, Dad would be hope around midnight and starts to wonder where I am since obviously I'm out and not at home by the time he gets home. Now I used caps to make the catchphrase stand out, not because Dad was ever angry whenever he asks this question. He always trolls me like this, but of course I took this seriously because what parent would want their kid out past midnight? I know when I have kids I won't let them stay out past ten.

Sadly Dad doesn't do this anymore, mostly because I don't really go out past midnight anymore.

MOST SHOCKING: DESTROYED IN MINUTES

If you have read Vampire Dad: Episode 1 post, then you already understand that Dad usually doesn't drink. Last year my family and I went to a wedding and my distant uncles offered Dad some wine, and his response was, "I'm not old enough xD." I love how my family respects that my Dad doesn't drink, at all.

It wasn't until Sept 10 of this year that he broke his number one golden rule. Some dirtbag friend of his just persuaded him to drink and he was treating him. Dad just randomly picked up a Corona at the bar where he plays pool every night. Here's his post on Facebook: 

"hey Cynthia i just broke the no no rule at Kilowatts bar with one corona beer one of my best customer (Rudy) offer to buy me a drink and complain that i never say yes so i say o k but don't worry i still beat up people after that ." 

I will explain in details about Dad playing pool, but long story short, he's like a local popular guy in the bar because he beats the crap out of everyone at pool. Everyone's theory of why Dad beats everyone is because he doesn't drink. That dirtbag Rudy thought he would have a fair game with Dad if he drank...NOPE! Dad still beat Rudy's butt. WAY TO GO DAD! When Dad came home and told me what happened, here's how I responded: 

"Dear Ruby, 

You better hope I don't fudgin find you!! If I find you I'm going to break your arms and legs, shove nail polish down your throat, set your sorry butt on fire and leave you in the Bayview projects !! HOW DARE YOU PRESSURE MY DAD TO DRINK!!! HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM BREAK HIS 50 YEAR CARDINAL RULE!! Gentlemen, time to form the angry mob!!! 

I need to go back to the bar with Dad and bring a whacking stick!"

I'll admit that I was being a bit too violent about this. But, man, I was pretty darn angry about this. When Dad left to go to the bar the next day, he said, "I'll show Rudy your picture." I replied, "GOOD! TELL HIM I BETTER NOT FIND HIM."

Rudy, if you are reading this, I won't actually try to hunt you down and hurt you, but if I do happen to go to Kilowatt and you push another beer on Dad, I will just call the police for forcing someone to drink or however it's put into legal terms. 

Let me stress this, Dad never drank any alcohol for the decades and decades. In his lifetime, only one beer. If only Rudy didn't show up. Sigh. 

Vampire Dad Episode 1

Dad is technically a vampire because he doesn't require much sleep. A few times in my life, he pulled all nighters just because he gets distracted by Youtube, A LOT. I've heard from a lot of customers at the restaurant claiming that Dad is like a vampire. They all say things like, "Man, your Dad hasn't aged a day," or "He looks the same way he did ten years ago," or "No wrinkles whatsoever, what's his secret?" First of all, Dad is at that age where he should have wrinkles, but he doesn't. His response to all of these "complaints" from the customers is that he doesn't drink. He has never drank a drop of alcohol in his life, not even at his own wedding. That's pretty darn amazing, which is why I vowed to never drink. 

About a good two months ago, I was getting ready to go to school in the summer because I was teaching kids at the time, I see Dad walking in the hallway. 

Me: "Dad! Why you wake up so early?" 

Dad: "What are you talking about? I didn't even sleep yet."

Now this was at like 7am. Is your dad usually awake at 7am like it's nothing? That was just pretty darn derp because he spent all night watching singing competitions on Youtube. Later in the day, I checked up on Dad to see if he fell asleep or was sleepy, but he wasn't, at all. At that point, I came to the conclusion that Dad doesn't require much sleep. 

Parentnamese Episode 4

Dad and I work at a tiny restaurant in the Mission. I think our restaurant is so tiny, it might even be smaller than a café even though many customers claim it to be a café. I usually work dinner with Dad. One day, after serving a big hot bowl of soup to one of the customers, I watch this lady comb her hair with the fork and then eat the pho with it. Now when I told this to Dad, what was his reaction? He immediately said, “GOOD…..MORE FLAVOR :].” 

Parentnamese Episode 3

A neighbor of mine had a brief conversation with Dad explaining that he has lived in the neighborhood for about 70 years and has watched my family. Yeah I thought that was weird too. So, he went up to Dad and complained that we have too many cars. We have about four cars. If a family of five with four cars is too much, then you thought wrong! We have a downstairs neighbor. He has a car as well. We both share the garbage, and we always make sure that the parking spot in front of our house is always occupied with one of our cars. Sometimes my parents move my neighbor’s car and they take turns. My mom writes a note to Dad telling him to move the neighbor’s car, then he replies on the note, “NOT MY JOB.” 

Here’s the picture: 

Parentnamese Episode 2: Special Guest: Mom

A month ago, my parents and I went to Costco. After an hour of buying all of our stuff, we were at the exit, waiting in line for the guy who checks your receipt, I didn’t see my mom in my line of vision, so I looked behind me and I see my mom carefully looking at the glasses that were displayed. I yelled to her, “MOM! HURRY UP!” Then she shook at me and told me that she will be there. At my last attempt to get her to come over to the exit so we can leave, I shout, “HURRY MOM! OR WE’RE GOING TO LEAVE YOU HERE!” She just shouts, “GO AHEAD xD” Again the face shows up because I hope some of you guys figured out by now that that wasn’t a serious conversation with my mom. 

Parentnamese Episode 1

A month ago, my mom started to have days off almost every other day and she visits my grandma. She uses Dad’s car. The day goes like this; she drops off Dad at work and later picks him up. They both agree that she would pick up Dad around 2:30 in front of the restaurant. One day I went to meet Dad at work so I can go home with him and Mom. 2:45, she still hasn’t come yet. 2:47, Mom pulled to the sidewalk, and as soon as she rolled down the window, Dad goes up to her and said, “YOU’RE FIRED! xD” Why did I put that face there?  Well, I want to stress the fact that Dad jokes around a lot, even to my Mom. 

Classic Dad

Growing up, I never got to see my Dad around dinner time since he took on multiple restaurant jobs and he works during lunch and dinner. When I was in middle school, when he was in between lunch and dinner shifts, he would be home from 3-5pm. In sixth grade, I had to learn how to get home by bus by myself since I get out of school at 2:40 and my parents gave me my first set of house keys. Whenever I came home early enough when my Dad was in between shifts, I would swing the door wide open and shout, "DAD?!" He would always be cooped up in his room and he would exclaim, "Nobody home~~~ :P" He has been doing that to me up until I got into college, I'm kind of sad that he doesn't do that anymore. It was one of the things I looked forward to whenever I come home early from school or work.

I think I will do that to my kids when I grow up. I actually did do that to some of my students last year when I had a tutoring job at this church and I was just sitting around and waiting for them. And they started greeting me by saying, "Nobody home~" So I guess that marked the day that my Dad completely stopped trolling me like that.

To Dad: WHY YOU NO DO THAT ANYMORE?!

Dad Be Trolling

My little brother and I go to college together in the city and we have to take the bus every morning because my Dad doesn't want to drive us to school. (Correct me if I'm wrong Dad). My little brother and I take the bus to school that is about 12 blocks away from home instead of the one across the street because of the commuting time. The routine is that after my brother and I finish getting ready for school, we wake up Dad so we can hop into the car and head to the bus stop because the bus we take doesn't come often. If my brother and I miss the bus, we would have to wait at least twenty minutes or even an hour for the next bus. Since the early bus stops are in our neck of the woods, Dad drives us there. Dad is a pretty heavy sleeper, but it's so easy to wake him up, if that makes sense, but like me, he falls back to sleep if we don't make sure he gets out of bed versus waking up.

Kevin likes to wake up as early as possible so there will be a bigger chance of us getting to the bus stop earlier, therefore, getting to school earlier. So he comes to my room, to make sure I didn't sleep in again and asks: "Is Dad awake?" Since I heard him yawning and waking up, of course I responded, "Yeah he is." A couple of seconds later, Dad just blurts out from across the hallway, "No, I'm not." Can someone say, "trololololol?"

Hello World

Hi everybody!

Some of you out there will agree when I say this, I have an Asian family. Another bunch of you will agree with me when I say that I don't have a complete Asian family. What do I mean by that? Some members of my family is 1st generation, so it's interesting to see how we think and approach things in our daily lives. For my brothers and cousins, we like to talk about randomest things. I think one time, some of my distant cousins and I talked about history at one point, still don't remember why. The main focus of this blog will be about my Dad.

I have decided to write a blog about my Dad for a couple of reasons: one, to share with the world what kind of Dad is my dad, two, something to laugh about when my Dad gets older and starts to forget things, he seriously has not forgotten anything even after ten plus years, and three, like a diary for me because when I was a kid I rarely got to talk to or see my Dad since work was his middle name. Overtime, there will be short posts mostly about what kind of conversations I had with my Dad. There might be some random posts about the rest of my family as well because family is pretty important to me even though I don't show it. I hope you will find this mildly entertaining.