Beast Like Day

Birthdays, Biking, And A Sore Butt


To start off this post, I'd like to wish all the moms, aunts, grandmas, great grandmas, great great grandmas and so on and so on an awesome Mother's Day. We as stubborn teenagers may not understand how much you take care of us, but one day, when you're old and we have kids of our own, we'll understand.

Before I tell you a story involving a great many elevator rides, mushy sandwiches and a four hour biking trip, I will note that the only reason why I used beast in the title was because I'm trying to implement the word beast as much as I can into my usual vocabulary. So hence the awkward title.

My day started with me waking up (always a good place to begin). I haven't really paid much attention towards many holidays and Mother's Day wasn't the exception, so of course I have no idea it's Mother's Day. I wake up and a few minutes (or something like that) later, I realize that it's Mother's Day. As my mom gives me my breakfast, I sheepishly head over to her and say, "Happy Mother's Day", even though it was kind of already ruined.

Put aside all the awkwardness and I had a decent morning. My cousin Michael's birthday was also today (weirdly I was able to remember that) and he had planned a trip to Stanley Park with Wen Jia (his girlfriend), Wen Jia's cousin, Raymond, and I. He had planned for us to bike around the seawall thing and then stop at certain places to do certain things (photos, eating, that kind of stuff).

Anyways, cut a long morning short, I forgot Mother's Day, ate breakfast, found out my bike was too small (but Michael had a extra), and went over to Michael's place.

All of the sudden, I don't feel so good about my day (no, I actually mean I feel great, but I suddenly have this uhhh feeling that this will be boring to put into a long story), so I will cut a long story short.

Back to Michael's place. We found some spare helmets, did some helmet adjusting and rode the bus/skytrain (Michael messed up on the skytrain and we had to take the elevator four times) to Burrard station where Wen Jia rented a tandem bike for her and Michael. We rode around Stanley Park, stopped at the beach and played and continued riding. We stopped near a popular grassy picnic area, ate some sandwiches that ended up getting mushy during the ride and then we rode back to Burrard where we did everything except we did it backwards.

To sum it all up, I would say I had a pretty good day.

Time's Ticking


Well, my clock reads 11:43 and I've got to get this thing up.

Today I'm a definite 10 because of the epic day I've had. Happy Mother's Day everybody and Happy Birthday Michael.

"But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin." - For One More Day by Mitch Albom