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in first grade i learned how to “correctly” spell the letter J. it was just like how ive always spelled it, yet with a flat horizontal line across the top of hte J. being only 6, i went along with this common notion but with a slight doubt and uneasy feeling– why was it necessary to add that extra little line? was it even that significant? i am totally wasting more lead/ink by inscripting this frivilous detail! oh the frustration i felt! (okay that wasn exaggeration. a really big exaggeration)

after the first grade, i switched back to the plain J with no hat because i no longer had my anal teacher hovering behind me to “correct” my mistake.
it’s my name that starts with a j, not your’s– if you want to have a line above your j, do it! but not to mine.

sadly, whenever i see someone write my name and makes the mistake of adding on that extra little something on top, i either:
-erase/scratch it out myself
-calmly raise my hand and ask the teacher to erase/scratch it out her/himself, or whoever is at the board writing my name

…

of course i know how atrocious this behavior is, but it is one of my top pet peeves and i cannot help but cringe everytime i see someone commit that horrendous act. if i ever marry someone who writes the letter j like “J“, then i am going to have to divorce him immediately and then get all the money and property that i can get from him. muahahahahhaaha
i kid, i kid.

sort of.

HAHAHAHA

YES! (yeah that is a venti. my first and last venti. i had to go to the bathroom 4more times than i usually would go, it was ridiculous, especially during meeting)

there are many ways people deal with stress and emotional baggage:
-shop
-cry
-eat
-sex
-vent
-exercise
-isolation
 

i find that the best way for me, personally to relieve built up stress and unwanted emotions is by *drumrollll*
sleeping!
no, really.
after i take a nice long nap, i naturally feel better about whatever i was fretting about. of course it doesnt solve all of my problems, but it is a handy quick fix! i find it especially useful when i am in a more irritable mood. after i wake up, i feel thoroughly refreshed and in a clearer state of mind. you should give it a try, it’s pretty awesome.
oh, im going to hopefully move in less than a month. i am super psyched because i love packing all my crap up and seeing the empty space i leave behind. and i like the unpacking process. heheeeee

i have an enormous amount of respect for great writers.
people who get 800 on the writing section.
people who get A’s on all their school papers.
people who are able to analyze a haiku to death without losing their reader’s attention.
people who can be witty in their written texts.
people who are able to write something worth reading versus bullshit.

it’s even better when i read a glorious essay from a person who i would have never suspected would be able to write such an intelligent and well thought out paper.

i figured that by the end of monday (today), i will not have that much to study for, and during the summer, i will only be taking two classes and hopefully working, so i will have even more free time. so what should i do? catch up on tv! that’s what i should do.

i came up with a list of tv shows ive always wanted to watch or stopped watching.

-arrested development
-heroes
-lost

and then i thought about watching grey’s anatomy again. i’ve watched roughly six episodes of this show… but the only character story i enjoy the most is Sandra Oh’s character. and the only reason i like her plot line is the fact that she is asian and of course everyone loves that firey spunky sarcastic persona. however, i detest the main character. i find her annoying.
so im kind of still debating if i should watch this show. i am a fan of trashy soap opera-esque tv shows, so maybe this will be it. (i used to watch desperate housewives, but i got bored quickly. hah).
hmmm……..

in other news:
i have only 977 songs on my 30G ipod..and i am currently using roughly 5G of it. i try to fill up the extra space with pictures and video clips and nonsense… but it just isnt working.
i guess i dont listen to as much music as i thought i did. haha.
i have a midterm to study for. at least i wroTe 1/2 papers due tomorrow (today). lovely.

EDIT: Wroke=wroTe
thanks for pointing it out justin chi!

you know that “im so tough and alone” phase that we all go through? when we feel like we’re the only people in the world who hates the world and will continue to rebel against everything good? when we think we can live our lives without the help of others and that no one understands how we feel?

it’s so strange how we believe that we are the only ones going through that phase in our lives when everyone has already or currently experienced that. sometimes I want to tell that certain person that they should suck whatever complaints they have about their “horribly hard” life and appreciate the fact that people around them are trying to be nice around them instead of out casting them from society onto an island filled with other lame people like them where they belong. i mean seriously, please take your sarcasm to someplace where people will actually care and listen to the whining of your voice.

 i have already decided that once my future child turns into its “angsty’ stage, im going to tell it that i will definitely not tolerate its crazy emotional tantrums. and then i will send this future non existent child off to boarding school until its well disciplined and comes back normal. HAHAHHA JUST KIDDING HAHAHAHHA WOWWW

the sad this is that many parents do exactly that. they send off their children when they become “unmanageable” because they are too “busy” to deal with it.

lamesauce.

i’ve also realized that in some part of the world, there is also some other person who’s experienced the same thing that you have. you can never ever say that “oh no one understands me or my situation blahblah” because truth is, someone has. someone has felt the very same thing. weird huh?

during those fairly warm summer days, i dont really sweat. i mean, i gues if i were to run around the whole day i would, but on a normal school day i dont sweat. which also means that i dont use deodorant because i figure that hey, i dont sweat, i dont smell, andddd i shower everyday so i dont need it, right?

wrong, probably very extremely wrong.
being in southern california, ive realized the need for deodorant, especially since the days have been getting quite hot. there’s this one brand i lovelovelove is the Dove: Go Fresh line. (i have the grapefruit&lemongrass scent)
it smells so good and it actually doesnt get on your clothes at all, which is amazing.
i seriously can smell the delicious fruity fresh scent all day…ALL DAY! if i could, i would smell my armpits 24/7 all week long, and then make other people inhale the delicious freshness as well. hmm.. i mean i guess i could potentially do that, but i have too much pride. bahaahaahahhahha

by the way, these mini peanutbutter cups from trader joes are freakin awesome.

man, i am SO close on scoring two jobs. TWO JOBS. i am super excited. moneymoneymoneyyyy..and this may mean that i might be able to get my own room next year! i would be freakin ecstatic if i was able to have my own room. anyway, i guess getting a job means that i will be staying down in socal for the whole summer instead of going home :((((

people always need to be inspired, or else they will not do anything productive with their lives because they dont have any sort of outside motivation to reach their goals.

i believe that yes, inspiration brought on by another person is very helpful because it allows one to re-examine one’s life by comparing it to the inspire-er, and then using that message of hope to trek on with one’s life because one now has something to look forward to. but, i also believe that one should not depend on the story of another person to constantly be that little push whenever onegets stuck in a rut. a person should not depend on certain events to happen to “rekindle the lost fire”. i feel that it’s not healthy for one to totally depend on an amazing speech or inspiring story in order to realize what one has to do in order to carry out one’s life goals and whatnots.
shouldnt the very fact that a person has something in life to work for be the very key to make that person push on and reach it? i mean, so many of us live life without any sort of true purpose; many of us who are waiting for that moment of epiphany brought on by someone else’s story. i say that instead of waiting around for that, run towards your goals now. reach for those goshdarn stars because in the end, it’s just going to be you who ends up fulfilling or not fulfilling whatever dreams you may have had, and you have to learn how to do that by yourself, instead of hoping for someone to constantly be there to remind you the reasons why you are doing something in life and urge you to press on. i mean, just the fact that you are in good health, not homeless, and loved by someone enough? i hope so.

guess how many times i said the word “inspiration”
hahaha

anyway, i am inspired to start up an (almost) dried up infatuation i had a few years ago–playing the oboe! i know that it will be sweeter and stronger love affair than before.
i talk about this instrument as if it was someone i was in love with, but that’s the truth. i am secretly so very smitten with the oboe, music, and everything else in between!
at least it’s comforting (for me) to know that there is something that i am passionate about.

that was the first thing that came into my head when i thought of the letter z, and im sure it was the first thing that would come into your head too! then this got me thinking, damn; zebras should feel pretty goshdarn proud that theyre probably the most thought of when it comes to the letter z. i mean, im sure there are tons of other words that we could also think up of if we were given some time, but zebra came first! zebrazebrazebraaaaaaaa
this also makes me think more about zebras besides their black and white stripes. are they docile creatures? do they also associate with other horse breeds? if you were to breed a zebra and a brown colored horse, would the colors change??! i swear im not the only person thinking up these questions-right? now i really want to see a small mini zebra, like a mini horse! except with black and white stripes!

anyway, i think i would like to see a real live zebra one day, but that would also mean that i would have to go to their actual natural habitat or a zoo. but zoos are kind of sad because all the animals look depressed or reallllly bored.

in other news:
there is no other news! but these posts are getting lame.

i think she’s only had one album (but currently is in the process of producing a new one), but i like her. sort of-ish. my sister started to listen to her cd a few years back…actually more than a few…
at first, i didnt really appreciate or enjoy any of her songs. i felt that they were too slow and dragged on unecessarily. but now that i listen to it now, i guess it’s nice to listen to something that’s not filled with instruments everywhere and random techno stuff in the background.

this is my favorite song by her. it’s one of the less well known songs, but it’s nice.

am i trying to promote her&her songs?..HECK YESSS

the music video is……..strange, but the song is nice. i think it’s nice.

in other news:
our apartment’s internet kind of died so here i am at a sandwhich place using their free wifi. awesome.

i really dont know why, but i seriously have like..five blogs. or HAD five blogs. i currently have three active blogs, one of them being xanga.
i guess i joined because all my other xXaZnXx friends joined, and it was fun to read about what was happening in their lives (even though i knew what was going on half the time because i was there with them). however there was one thing about xanga i particularly liked and appreciated. the fact that my friends were willing to also write about any struggles they were going through openly. i guess one could say that it’s lame for people to write about their troubles online when they could just talk to someone about it…but i feel like it’s not always that easy to ask a friend to just listen to you vent. i personally feel like a burden whenever i tell someone about something unpleasant that im dealing with.
anyway,
i occasionally update my xanga–it’s more like something i update so that my old high school friends (YES it was still acceptable in high school) can read it, since we are pretty much in the different parts of the USA.

aw man, now im reminiscing about the past…which doesnt seem that long ago…..mannnnn im getting old.

in other news:
my nose is dead because ive i had to use crappy tissues to blow my nose in the past few days because of the cold i have. dude, quality tissues seriously make a HUGE difference. do NOT buy the cheap crappy no-name designer label when it comes to tissues (and even toilet paper). “A NOSE IN NEED DESERVES PUFF’S PLUS INDEED” .. haha

i didnt come up w/ that topic, my friend talked about it and i realized that i would no longer have to write a little tidbit about walruses because i could write about wishes instead! woohoo.

actually, i just realized how many things start w/ the letter W….

ANYWAY,
so the question he asked was “if you could have one wish right now, what would it be” (obviously i cannot ask for more wishes).
i said that i would wish to be older, as in wake up the next morning a few years older or something like that. i kind of want to see what has happened, what im doing, and see if there is any major changes in the people around me. oh, and if i changed too. i guess im too impatient to just stand around and wait for some certain things to happen. i mean, why not jump into the future and see if it did (or didnt)?
if i had a time machine, i would totally abuse it. i guess it’s a goshdarn good thing that it’s not even..invent-able. wishes are strange. i mean, i can say “i wish for this, i wish for that”. but it’s not like anything is actually going to happen unless i do something about it and 90% of the time i dont do anything. so sometimes i dont really understand why i even bother to use that word. WOW i just turned slightly pessimisstic right there.

in other news:
it’s not like im trying to be a rebel tomboy. i try to dress nicely and make myself somewhat presentable on a daily basis, but it just never really happens. i dont normally wear makeup (no time), but here are a couple of things i will totally promote: cover girl’s Lash Blast mascara and Shu Umera Eyelash curler.

it makes me look like i have 2x’s more eyelashes. being an asian, i have very little eyelashes to begin with so Lash Blast is absolutely amazing! picture doesnt do it any justice, this mascara is amazing.

the eyelash curler is also amazing! again, this picture doesnt do it any justice.

that’s how the mascara container looks like, buy it! it’s a good investment. the only downside is that it comes off really easily, so after i recurl my eyelashes i have to put on another coating. however, it doesnt smudge/smear at all!!! hahaha

the most vainest person i personally know is my mother. yes, my strange eccentric loud and clumsy mother. it’s strange because she is always telling us stories of how she was made fun of for her white round face as a child and how her parents were constantly asking her about her weight (and still do). anyway, i guess this lead to a horrible case of self consciousness and fear of imperfection which is why she cares so much about her looks?…or maybe not. probably not. most likely not.

i think that in the case of my mother’s, she took control of her situation and decided to do something about it. now, she definitely does not look like a superstar, but i think that she looks better as she is getting older. which is a freakin good thing because she spends TONS of money on the highest quailty of facial cleansers and cosmetics–making sure that everything she puts on her face is natural and not over powering to her sensitive skin. she even once hinted that she would like to have a face lift when she gets older, of course we all told her no and described to her the actual process of a facelift (she didnt realize that it meant to actually stretch the skin off up her face and then sew it back to her head). not only does my mom do all of that, she also goes to the gym often, very often. i guess she is of normal weight in comparision to her height, but she continues to complain about her weight and how she couldnt return to her previous weight before giving birth to three kids.

sometimes i think she wishes that my sister and i were more “girly” because of her own girlish tendencies with makeup and dressing up. even when my mother goes out to the grocery store, she puts on a whole outfit, which makes what should be a 30minute trip to costco turn into 2hours. and she’s always asking me if i like whatever she is wearing and if i want to go shopping with her (of course i decline).

it’s kind of funny because my mom’s vain habits has heavily influenced my younger brother. he’s always worrying about how his hair is, the clothes he wears, and stressing over his skin (swimmer&h2oplayer=dry skin, and the fear of skin cancer). yeah, both are interesting characters.

so i met up with an old old old family friend a couple of weeks ago, and the lady exclaimed to me on how surprised my mother looked, and even wondered if she had any type of plastic surgery. and despite all my mother’s vainity antics, i was pretty damn proud to say that she hadnt.

in other news:
i have a horrible headache because of a cold i conjured up this morning. i fear that it’s worse than a cold because every part of my aches and unfortunatly, tomorrow is my superduperbusy day (day starts at 11am and ends at 12am, lovely). this sickness is also irritating my allergies. so i am a sneezy, eye-tearing, coughing sad sad human being who sounds like a man. fantastic.

THESE TREES ARE ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING. LOOK AT THEM STAY LIKE THAT IN THE WIND!!! this was more like a soft breeze too!

i feel like it’s a fad to root of the underdog nowadays. i mean, of course it’s always nice to cheer for something that no one else is supporting..but it’s now “the cool thing to do”, which is kind of lame if you are rooting for something just because it makes you look “cool”.
it’s cool to listen to random indie music that no one else knows about. to wear weird clothes that you would have been shunned eternally for a few years ago. hmm..i guess it’s a good thing.

I am so weak and I’m so tired
It’s hard for me to
Find enough strength to feed the fires
That fuel my ego
And consequently all my pride has all but died
Which leaves me
Down on my knees
Back to the place I
Should have started fromBeen beat up
Been broken down
Nowhere but up
When you’re facedown
On the ground
I’m in last place
If I place at all
But there’s hope for this underdog!
That’s the way, uh-huh, we like it!
That’s the way, uh-huh, we like it!
You can call me the underdog

I’m in this race to win a prize
The odds against me
The world has plans for my demise
What they don’t see
Is that a winner is not judged by his small size
But by the substitute he picks to run the race
And mine’s already won

_underdog__AudioAdrenaline

in other news:

i really like the movie: Spanglish for some reason. i feel like it’s one of the underrated movies that adam sandler’s acted in. oooo now that we are dicussing favorite movies. i will list more! muahahahaha (beware, i have a weird movie selection)
amelie(of course everyone loves this, but i gotta tell you…it’s for a reason), les choristes, saving face, the waitress, moulin rouge, alfie(the newest one), there will be blood, gladiator, the motel, little miss sunshine, eternal sunshine for the spotless mind, the way home, hitch, the wedding date, MULAN

i was going to say that i liked the somewhat well known korean movie, taegukgi (the war movie). but it’s not a movie i could watch again.
i would also like to say that i thought that garden state was much too hyped up and overrated for it’s own good. it was real unfortunante that i didnt enjoy this movie (at all) because i adore zach braff and he basically wrote and directed and starred in it…shame.

2) When was the last time you told someone the size of your boobs/penis?
a few days ago. i thought it was a good icebreaker, however the rest of the people were not amused and didnt bother to participate, lame huh?

3) Anyone told you a secret this week?
this week just started, so no.

4) Did you have a good day yesterday?
yesterday meaning monday (it’s still 11:57pm according to the clock..)? yes’mmmm

5) What was the highlight of today?
only having one class.

6) What does the 5th text message in your inbox say?
…STALKER!!!!! (that’s not what it said) WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THIS?? these questions are weird

7) What does the 2nd text message in your outbox say?
..WOW. SEE..WHATTHEHECKKK KIND OF SURVEY IS THIS. A STALKER ONE THAT IS WHAT. haha. awesome

When was the last time you took a picture and what was it of?
of a parked car on sunday.

9) Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
oh the stories i could tell you

10) Do you hate anyone?
no. that is a very strong word. i may dislike or be annoyed by people, but not hate. i be a lovah, not a hatahh

11) Do they know who you are?
n/a

12) Do you have a best friend?
not anymore, hehehehee mannn that sucks. but dont worry, im sending out a Best Friend Applications soon!! watch out for it

13) Have you ever collapsed on the bathroom floor?
ow, that would hurt. but no.

14) Do you have a good relationship with your mother?
HAHAHHAHHAA WOOWWWW NO WAYYY MAN

15) What were you wearing today?
new leggings with aa shorts! and my super cool tyedyed tshirt. i felt like a hippy.

16) When was the last time you bought something?
lots of food to eat

17) Have you ever told someone you love them?
my parents when i was little. love is a weird word

1 Do you play an instrument?
oboe! (google it if you dont know what im talkin about)

19) Can you sew on a button?
yeah

20) What do you think of the last person who cut your hair?
good job!

22) Why?
summer school!!! which i am totally looking forward to take b/c i need to take these classes in order to achieve the beautiful gpa of my dreams

23) Name something funny someone said today?
..no funny things today. but maybe later. hah

24) Have you ever dated someone older than yourself?
ew no. i mean, in middle school, it wasnt normal to date someone older than you. then again, it was middle school. HOWEVER, college is a different story….hahaahaha..ohmygod im going to end up being with someone 30years older than me. O_O

26) Have you ever got naked at a party?
No, however it would be freakin awesome if someone else did. HAHAHAA

27) When was the last time you laughed so bad you thought you were going to wet yourself?
ohmygod sue. that woman has the most hilarious accents everrr

2 Any crazy family members?
my mom, for sure. she be loco

29) Did you tell someone something today?
meaning did i socially interact with someone verbally, inferring that i am friends or at least acquaintances or people arent ashamed to have any sort of eye contact with me? THEN YES!!

30) What did you tell them?
i want to drop orchestra. and my ca whoreness.

31) When will your next kiss be?
with my ladylove grace.

32) Do you like dressing up?
i guess when i have a reason to, and time. you should see me in the mornings. i pull on a sweater and sweats and run to class. haha. one unfortunate morning i ran into a friend…i dont know if he was more embarrassed for me than i was for myself. HAHA

33) Have you ever considered a sex change?
everyday. just kidding.

34) Open up the closest book to you, what does the first line say?
no books allowed in my room. actually there are tons, but far away.

35) What will your next buy be?
food, actually a snack. something sweet.

36) Your last ex is on the side of the road, what do you do?
we be real chill, so ill probably bother him.

37) Your best friend tells you she is pregnant?
(sorry grace, im going to pretend that you are the one that got pregnant)
i would get super duper excited and tell her to keep it and that her baby is going to be FREAKIN GORGEOUS because her man is white. AHHH OHMYGOD YAYAA. and that i will hope that they will get married and then ask her if i could attend!!! HEHEHEHHEEEE. then i would want to throw her a bridal and baby shower. YESSS. hahahahaa

3 When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?
i try not to think about things like that. id most likely miss their face and hit a wall or a tree or something

39) Pen or pencil?
hmm…if it’s a ballpoint pen, then pen! if it’s a gel ink one, then pencil. hahahahha im so picky

40) What’s your favorite verb and why?
….

44) The first person on your friends list just called you a bitch.
TELL ME SOMETHING NEWWW. hahahahaa…oh man, i have the highest self esteem everrrr. and what is a “friends list”?!? people make lists of their friends????

45) You just had a son, what’s his name?
DOMINICK. IM SORRY FUTURE HUSBAND/PERSON-WHO-KNOCKED-ME-UP, IT IS GOING TO BE DOMINICK. i think it’s the cutest little boy name everr. and when he gets older, he can have people just call him nick. or dom. or stick with dominick. HEHEHEHE

IFREAKINLOVEMYNEWGLASSESSSSSSSSSSSSS

whenever i purchase items online, especially clothing, i am always still skeptical. i mean, ive bought tons of things online, but when it comes to clothes, im still bracing myself for the worst. so far, all of my purchases have been okay. there have been a few times when i had to return the items to the original store because the clothes did not match the picture on the website, or i accidentally bought something from the maternity section; but all in all, i kind of trust online shopping. and i dont just assume that i am a size small in every store, or a pantsize 2/3 in all stores. no. i look at every single size chart of each different store i shop at online and make sure that i get the size that matches the waist, hip, etc size.
which is why i get peeved whenever people tell me that they cant trust shopping online.
you cant just assume that you are the same size in every store, and if you arent sure what size you are, measure yourself….
anyywayyyyy,
so i recently bought a lot of clothes. a lot. a lot a lot a lottttttttttttt. anyway, after i bought it i was filled with doubts about my purchase. lots of doubts because of the amount of clothes i bought.
however, yesterday my package of clothing came.
AND EVERYTHING FITS SO VERY PERFECTLY. PERFECT, LIKE IT WAS MADE FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

MUAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAA

okay, yeah that’s all. 

my next door neighbors are the most filthy neighbors ever. well, im going to assume that by the ginormous trashbags they always leave outside of their door (blocking our walkway). these arent normal white trashbags…im talking about the huge black trashbags–the ones you see in public trashcans. and they dont just have one, they have like…three or four. and i am going to confidently assume that they basically stuff all those trashbags until it is unbearable to look at and smell to which they then put it outside; letting it soak up the sun’s rays to cook. i dont know why they wait so long until they finally push out all these bags of trash…and that’s not the end.
they dont bother walking five meters to the apartment dumpster, so the huge black bags just sit there. and sit there. and sit there. meanwhile, the ants have found a glorious feasting site and whatever liquids that were carelessly tossed in the bag leak out…it’s….quite a site.
those who use the walk way (to get to the stairs) end up tippytoe-ing around the mountain of trash while holding their breathes because after the second day, the smells becomes unbearable.
now,
i want to take the trash and throw it away myself, but then i remember that:
a) it is not my responsibility to pick up after someone who i clearly do not know at all
and b) they should learn how to clean up after themselves
unfortunately, the apartment complex cannot do anything to prevent anything like this from happening again, so the rest of us are left with anticipation for the next couple of weeks; knowing that in a few weeks the same piles of trashbags will return.
one of my roommates was sincere enough to throw the trashbags away one time. it was very noble and brave of her. however, i will not be able to do the same angelic gesture because i am definitly not living here to be a maid. muahaha

oooh, so i actually wanted some embellishments added onto the permanent marking on my skin. i mean, once you get one (i am skeptical to actually write the actual word out because i dont know who reads this hah), it’s difficult not to get a second.
anyway,
i think i will in the summer? not too sure. it could be a birthday present to me (the first one was a xmas present. hahahaha) but i wont have a car during the summerrrr…anyway, we’ll see. im kind of super eager about this. i always get an overwhelming flush of excitement whenever i think about it because it’s something that is for me and me only…meaning, i dont have to explain myself if i dont want to because i dont have to and i dont have to feel obliged to justify myself for something that i didnt do for other people. muahahahaa

in other news:

tramp stamp.

beauty and the beast.

henna is the bomb. and we’re kind of trampy. it’s not our faults that we are constantly having to bend down to pick up whatever was dropped; unintentional or not. hahahahahhahaaaa
we secretly…well, not secretly. outrightly dance whenever some booth has free henna.

it’s kind of annoying and sad that i dont like surprises, or being involved in them in any way. i mean, even if they are good surprises. such as a good grade on a test that i thought i didnt do well on, that is nice at the moment, but then i think that if it wasnt a good grade, then i would be pretty darn sad. and i do not like it when someone scares me, i swear, i get mini heartattacks. i can feel my heart getting weaker. i dont know why i dont like surprises, i guess it goes back to my original mindset in that i like to be in control of my life and what happens to me. granted, there are times when i am pleasantly content after a big/small/medium surprise, but those are quite rare. it’s not that im a boring party pooper who doesnt like spontanity here and there… i guess as long as i am in a relatively good mood at the time of the surprise i will handle it well. or maybe i should just man up and appreciate the fact that someone is trying to add a little more “spice” to my life. yeah, that sounds reasonable, just as long as it doesnt involve food. please dont feed me a piece of questionable meat and say that it’s beef or something when really it’s veal or monkey (i dont really want to try any of the two…)

in other news:

so i bought my very first pair of rainbows right? anyway, im breaking into them…and it has been quite painful. the skin on the top of my feet is starting to rip because it keeps on rubbing against the flipflop bands and i have blisters on the bottom of my feet. wonderful.

but my friend had these cool bandaids…so naturally i put it over the most irritated part of my foot. woohoo.

it’s a lip!!

why am i so yellow looking?!
ooo and those are new glasses. awesome.

eeeeeeeeehhhh. that word seems so stern and serious, with a slight stigma to it if you know what i mean.

anyway,

so i kind of wonder how people who choose (or dont choose) to be secluded from society cope without talking or interacting with another human. i mean, i know that there are times when i wish that i could just be invisible from the rest of mankind for days, or even weeks. but i dont think i could ever live by myself in the mountains for the rest of my life. i feel that it is human nature to crave the attention that one gets from a relationship. i believe that we were meant to interact with the people around us and build meaningful and substantial relationships because without that, then what’s the next big reason to keep on living?…

okay, that’s all. i realize that what i say is not really profound or eye opening in anyway, but that doesnt really matter because is not the reason why i wrote this.

in other news:
it’s my mom’s birthday today. guess how old she’s turning (HAHA):

….my mom is getting old. oh, that’s my seeeestar.
and my dad. ive noticed that he really likes to wear shirts with big leaves and hawaiian-esque flowers. haha

oh, mi madre turned 48 today. 48!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUDE…. that’s almost 50…which is HALF A CENTURY. O_O

“a quest is neither a quiz nor a test, but rather a driving force to be sometihng more in life”

i find that quote a little bit witty and whimsical, mainly because i came up with it during high school. hah.
i now make silly habits of writing it in my notebooks, and it’s nice to glance at it time to time. i guess it’s good to be reminded of why i do the things i am currently doing and that LIFE IS NOT A TEST. whoever came up with that saying is a dumbdumb. i mean, sure there are trials along the way, but that’s not what life is about. anyway, that’s all i have to say about that!

in other news:
I was finally given my new glasses anddddddddddddddddddddd my FIRST pair of rainbows. glorious. i dont care if im “jumping onto the bandwagon”. not only am i jumping on it, im strapping myself down and going for a ride because these are spectacular. everything i imagined and more! wheeeee

i have a midterm this week. not cool.

 
i miss my blond streaks.

yeeeeaahhh

Ah yes, the thick gooey too-too pink liquid stomach medicine is quite the miracle worker. i dont normally practice western medicines, however pepto bismol is a rare exception. i swear, if you have any sort of stomache, it will instantly cure it (and if it doesn’t, stop eating whatever you ate that made you feel that way).
i remember watching my mom untwist the white bottlecap of the flamboyant pink medicine and pour it into a “big kid’s” spoon for me to swallow. it was too slimy and tasted like toothpaste. i could feel it slowly crawl down my throat, into my tummy like a freshly swallowed newt. however, i couldnt deny it’s amazing healing powers.

i kind of now wonder why my mom never tried to feed me other different western medications, such as aspirin, niquil, etc… probably because of her cultural strange asian tendency’s, or because of her over the board religious views.
anyway, i still and forever will look at pepto bismol as the healer of everthing below your chest and higher than your legs. it’s somewhat strange how childhood memories could have such a significant impact on ones life (if they are still able to remember it).

in other news:
it’s 3am, and here i am typing away at what i would want to call an additional story to my collection of vignettes. however, i have yet to call myself a real writer so i shall just refer to as random ramblings. they are neither autobiographical nor memoirs of myself. however, many real life events in my own life contribute to the over message and plot of the random ramblings.

ooo that is a word i like; vignette. i love how different the pronounciation is compared to the correct spelling.

i apologize for this lack of thought process. after all, it is 3am.