It seemed like it was going to be a good time. The first night, me, michelle, and her sister Hing were going to go to Santa Monica beach in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, while I was giving her directions, we missed an intersection and ended up in creepy San Pedro. There were all these factories and it was really dark and scarry. What was worse is that we ended up lost on the way back too. So much for my crediblity as a person who knows his directions. *I'm usually good with directions*
Christmas day was an utter disaster. We give them the robes we bought for them and that was the high point. We then had a huge argument with Hing because she wouldn't give us a ride to a nearby pizza place. Though we did nothing to provoke her refusal. She was just tired. That in itself wouldn't have created the huge argument, but it was her lil sister Kwong that annoyed the crap out of us earlier. For example, I realized that the big brother had an application that tracked everything done on the computer, so I wanted to go into safe mode with network support to avoid it, but the sister got furious at me for "changing the settings on a computer that isn't mines" and turned off the computer and didn't let me go on. On top of that, the mom is literally showing traits of schziophrenia. She's very paranoid that various family members are going to poision her, she talks to herself and is very aloof. The dad isn't that bad, he is just unapporachable. He also doesn't take no for an answer to anything.
All that combined with Michelle wanting to leave and she starting crying because she felt unloved and it brought back all sorts of negative feelings. I can't blame her, this place is crazy. Another example, Michelle is taking a shower and the family opens the door and glass door on the shower is see through. They say, "it's nothing we haven't seen before". Or the fact that they force freakin food on you. Actually, on me. I don't like Chinese food. Even if I did, most the dishes aren't things you'd typically see in a chinese restaurant. At one point, I ate a piece of some undefined "fowl". It tasted like chicken, but it wasn't. I got to go because the mom decided to make spagetti for me, which would seem decent, but I'm told she always tastes her food. That wouldn't be too bad if she didn't have cold sores! Then, I don't know how to tell her thanks but no thanks, as Michelle tells me she takes any food rejection personally. I hate when people are like that. If I don't like it, just let me be. I GTG, BRB later