raising sophie
 Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.-- Albert Einstein
stupendous... hilarious... animating... extraordinary. spending time with my younger bay area-based cousins for almost two weeks somewhat cured my insomnia. i slept for 12 hrs straight after they left (it used to be 3-4 hrs, poor me). at the airport, i cried as we hugged each other and said our toodle loos. i wasn't expecting to be that emotional but i couldn't help myself. being with these thrill-crazy youths actually taught me a lot about love, life and everything in between -- who would've guessed? they left last saturday yet, to this day, my eyes are blurry with tears of laughter. it would take forever to put in writing the things that were said and done but i'm blogging it anyway, as a 'memoir'... well, sort of. when it was time to take charge, i told my cousins to "let it all out" while with me, so they did. inside the apartment, they yelled, screamed and laughed themselves silly at 3 am that could've waken the whole building, the city, and the dead. feeding them croissants and ice cream calmed my wretched nerves if only for a bit. what caught the girls' attention was my ultra-baffling love life. "he held me as he sobbed... i never saw him or any guy for that matter cry like that so i cried with him...", my youngest cousin almost broke into tears when i finished my story. "but see, i'm with someone new now, and i'm in-love." i said, putting the rose-coloured roaring twenties teddy bear my cousins gave on the piano. "if you didn't know both guys and just saw them from afar, who would you come up to meet, the one that looks like brad pitt or the one that looks like orlando bloom?", asked one of my cousins. "tricky question... the one that looks like orlando bloom, of course, he's my present, brad's history", i answered. the youngest didn't want him to be history so i gave her a pair of earrings that he loved to cool her down. the girls wouldn't let it go easily, so for a full week, we talked about the two guys in my life. their days in this city were filled with "kodak moments." we went to the world-renowned art museum that's across the st from where i live (ken, the only boy in our group took photos of my drawings and told me that there's an empty space in the museum for my artworks to be hung, i wanted to throw my arms around him and weep); introduced them to a cute guy named 'kevin' that one of my boy crazy cousins got a crush on; took a glimpse of the pool outside of the apartment in the heat of the day; ate at a local pub where benjamin franklin and thomas jefferson hung out; gave the 'mallrats' a tour of the famous malls in the 'burbs; watched "phone booth", "laguna beach" and "nick-at-nite" till 4 am; fed them more college foods at the end of the day. they were so used to my lifestyle, they missed their flights and had to take the next. am i a bad influence? i should hope not, but boy, was i true to my word -- i was never boring, nor was i ever saintly -- just a regular girl with many darn good ideas up her sleeves. thank God for that!
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