Monday, January 30, 2012

My mother and I were flipping through pictures of really colorful HGTV rooms on the iPad.

Me: "OMG, I LOVE THAT SQUARE TOILET. IT'S JUST SO WEIRD AND COOL!"

Mi: "You're gonna need a square butt for that, dear."

Me: x_O" SIGH.

& y'all ask me why I'm so weird. HEREDITARY.

LASSIE!


I turn on my calculator and this is what I find.
Nice, Trace.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

I love warm things that smell good.



Hehe, my momma just washed my comforter.
Now, it's warm and it smells good.
I am officially a happy camper. (:

LALALALALALA, SING A HAPPY SONG.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

I want The Wanted.


The badboy version of One Direction.
The guy that sings "D-D-D-Drink it if you can." <3

Monday, January 16, 2012

Wow, so I'm sitting here, eating a cup of "light" Yoplait yogurt while looking at pictures of cake.
Rich, moist, sweet sweet cake.
I just realized how kinda pathetic that is. So sad.

NOTHING BUNDT CAKES! <3

Saturday, January 14, 2012

http://shine.yahoo.com/shine-food/chop-onions-pro-without-shedding-tear-151100169.html

Dear Fiona,
I saw this article and you were the first to pop into my head.
<3

Thursday, January 12, 2012

On the Floor

I've always wondered what passing out would feel like.
Well, bucket list: check.

Before I forget, let's document this moment. I woke up from my nap, still wanting to sleep, but forcing myself to get up to eat dinner with my parents. I went to pee on the toilet; I remember my head was really heavy and I was THISCLOSE to sleeping on the toilet. I decided to go out and tell my mom I was really tired and if I could please skip dinner (even though I totally requested it earlier).
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I hear my dad panicking and screaming for my mom. I woke up 'cause it sounded like an emergency and I was scared something happened to them. I found myself in my dad's lap? On the floor, in the hallway, right in front of my bedroom door. The right corner of my head hurt 'cause apparently, I slammed into the molding? [Grt, like my head needed to be any more disproportional. x_O"] I felt really nauseous and somehow my dad knew so he went to get me a wastebasket. I threw up a little bit. [God, I hate it when the barf goes through your nose.] I felt better. My dad got me hot water to drink. I downed it and smiled to reassure them that I was going to be fine.

Hm, I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, because I didn't--don't worry, I'm not insane yet--
but 'twas an interesting experience?

Let's diagnose myself:
  • Period: Well, it's never happened before.
  • Stomachache: Most likely due to period.
  • Being irked by almost everyone today: Symptom of period? But my reasons are justified, so maybe it's just "one of those days" like Mel says.
  • Stress: Uh, not really? At least I don't think so.
  • Lack of sleep: Really? I don't even sleep that late compared to normal people.
  • Senioritis: This isn't even a real disease!
  • Life: Well, everybody's going through something right now.
  • Being me: Nothing unusual...
Everything combined? Maybe.

Hopefully, it doesn't happen again...in school...TOMORROW...WHEN I HAVE 3 TEST/QUIZZES!? [Panic mode...]
Okay, Fate, you've helped me cross it off my to-do list; let's not relive it.
Lesson learned: Be careful what you wish for.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Looked through old pictures (and I mean, OLD, like my parents high school retro days old) during the last few hours with my family. Laughing and reminiscing and who-the-heo-is-that-ing.

Best. time. spent. <3
Proof that they sacrificed their lives for me
... and that I should return the favor. (:

Friday, January 6, 2012

Riding Jessica?

Somehow that title seems unfit, but I can't think of any other way to word it right now.

  • Julina's house: NOT THERE. Knocked, rang, looked over the fence, called landline... Unfortunately, the girl had school today. GRT TIMING, MITTY. xD
  • Taco Bell: MEXICAN CRAVINGS SATISFIED. It is impossible to eat a taco cleanly w/o spilling anything, so might as well pig out, Jessica.
  • Jessica's place: POTENTIAL FOR FORT-BUILDING, BUT NOOO... & YES, her sis eats slower than I do--FINALLY SOMEBODY WHO EATS SLOWER THAN I DO!
Omg, standing while she bikes = legs hurt, but I shouldn't be complaining since I wasn't the one biking... HEY, I TRIED (ROFL, at the busiest place where eeryone stared at us like craycray) but it's not my fault I lack balance! x_O" Three times the charm, not even. Fell over all three times. OH WELL, ONE DAY, WHEN I GET A COOLBEANS ORANGE TITANIUM (=STABLER) BIKE, I SHALL BE YOUR CHAUFFEUR IN RETURN.

Um, lots and lots of laughing = wiggling (SHE WIGGLED MORE THAN I DID. xD PAS MON FAUT!) = wobbly = more laughing = fast/slow = more wiggling... and well, you get it, but we got home safe and sound. :D Thank God for her.

What else, what else... hah, who needs to drive a car when I got my partner-in-crime on a bike?
I mean this in the lovingest way. xD

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

"Give Your Heart A Break" - Demi Lovato

Now here we are
So close yet so far
Haven't I passed the test
When will you realise
Baby, I'm not like the rest

Don't wanna break your heart
Wanna give your heart a break
I know you're scared it's wrong
Like you might make a mistake
There's just one life to live
And there's no time to waste
So let me give your heart a break

On Sunday you went home alone
There were tears in your eyes
I called your cell phone, my love
But you did not reply

The world is ours if we want it
We can take it if you just take my hand
There's no turning back now
Baby, try to understand
'Cause you've been hurt before
I can see it in your eyes
You try to smile it away, some things you can't disguise
Don't wanna break your heart
Maybe, I can ease the ache, the ache
So let me give your heart a break

There's just so much you can take
So give your heart a break.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Tuyen's love equation

"What is love?"

To me, love is sacrifice.
Omg, my mother and I are watching a Korean drama
and she says I am getting too emotional

BECAUSE IT JUST MAKES ME SO MAD
BECAUSE THE PEOPLE ACT SO STUPIDLY
IT'S NOT REAL
AND I AM RAGING
OVER A DRAMA.

This is sad. "/