"I never even knew I had a choice 'cause that's what happens when the only voice I hear is telling me I can't."

I went to the Commuters Lounge for peace and quiet.
Then these Korean girls walk in and won't stop talking... the way they do.

I finally feel ya, Julina. I do.

So maybe it's because I just woke up, but fun fact:

"Treat others the way you want to be treated" doesn't work.
'Cause we're all different.
& you can't expect someone to change the way they act just for you.
'Cause you're not special enough.

Life lesson: Don't expect anything from anyone.

I knew you were trouble when you walked in... So shame on me now.

"Ready or Not"

She actually has an amazing voice when the performance is live and raw like this. I like it. <3 Modern Disney stars that actually have talent. (:

Eww...
Replaced Schoolloop with TED.

#collegelife

Farewell

Woke up to attend T&K's piano recital. T played my favorite song. (: K wore a dress. (: With sneakers and a jacket that covered everything up, but still. <3 a="a" and="and" as="as" at="at" break="break" dark="dark" eat="eat" emotions="emotions" extended="extended" family.="family." favorite="favorite" felt="felt" guy="guy" had="had" handsome="handsome" him.="him." him="him" i="i" if="if" into="into" my="my" overwhelming="overwhelming" piano="piano" pieces="pieces" play="play" restaurant="restaurant" such="such" tall="tall" that="that" the="the" to="to" touched="touched" watched="watched" went="went" with="with" would="would">

"Please don't leave. You can stay with me."
"I'll come back for Thanksgiving. I wouldn't miss out on the food. I love ham!"
"I have ham at home right now! Let's go!"

Goodbye.

Went to Di Ba's house for goodbye dinner and helped Tray with her homework. Just another usual Sunday with the kids. Danica came. Talked and whatnot. LOL, she brought "wine" for mes parents. I will never get enough of that girl. She left. Goodbye. Continued on with the kids. Opened Trace's present: a onesie! <3 amp="amp" and="and" belted="belted" buddha-ed.="buddha-ed." car="car" dodgeballed="dodgeballed" good="good" goodbye.="goodbye." great="great" heartfelt="heartfelt" hi="hi" home.="home." in="in" it="it" jump.="jump." jumped="jumped" karaoked="karaoked" letter.="letter." midnight-ish="midnight-ish" oh="oh" on="on" out="out" p="p" pictured="pictured" raced="raced" soda-ed="soda-ed" songs="songs" the="the" then="then" til="til" times.="times." to="to" took="took" trace="trace" tuyen="tuyen" us="us" was="was" way="way" with="with">
Oddly enough, I feel... sad? But in a very apathetic way. I realize how much I'm going to miss everyone but no tears have come up yet. I feel so heartless. Oh well, Jessica says it'll hit me soon enough. I guess I'll just wait 'til it does to tell you.

"Don't change."
Change is inevitable. (: But I'll never stop being me. You can count on that. We'll always be me and you and that's that. So, see you soon? Hey, time flies. Before you know it, I'll be coming home.

Happy Belated Birthday!

Thanks for being my Partner-in-Crime. (:

Tidbits I believe are worthy of having been jotted down

• "We lock our car doors, not to prevent car thieves from stealing our cars, but to keep the honest people honest." (Mr. Brown)
• "Life doesn't draw straight lines." (Mr. Dolci, 03/01/12)
• "Stuff that makes your head hurt, that makes you think is good for you, just like how when you're in the weightroom, stuff that makes you hurt is good for you." (I don't know who said this. I think Mr. Brown did though, 'cause I also wrote on a sidenote "Ap Lit. students are masochists...")

Sigh, I don't even know where these things come from... I swear I haven't been fantasizing.

There he was, walking along the shore again. I'd seen him earlier with three other transfer students--another boy and two girls. They were placed in a different boat than I was. Since I was the organizer of the school outing to the beach, I was in the first boat to make sure there wasn't any trouble. Although I was constantly busy filling out paperwork for activities and taking roll, several times I caught him looking my way and when I looked up, he wouldn't look away, which not only annoyed me but the brunette sitting beside him too.

Now was our last day at the beach and I was just sitting on a chair, relaxing after the long week, when he approached me. On guard at all times, I eyed him suspiciously.

---cant remember.

I guess my hands were dirty because I went to the bathroom to wash it. Just as I was finishing up, he opened the door, which I left ajar since I was just washing my hands. He walked in, completely aware of my presence and locked the door and began taking off his clothes. I was slowly backing away towards the door but he had finished taking off all his clothes (I'm not so sure about his undies. I wasn't really looking.) Before I even knew what was happening, he pulled me into the shower fully clothed and wrapped my arms around his naked body.

I believe some witty banter took place between us.

We both individually began to shower. Mind you, neither of us touched the other. We were just rinsing off all the sand on our bodies and just happen to be doing it in the same stall. 

He asked me for my hand and when I nodded, magically pulled open the shower wall (which I specifically remember was made of the white wavy texture tile from Porcelanosa). We stepped into the bright light and arrived in a different world, a completely undersea one. After I had taken in the magnificent scenery of my surroundings, I turned to see he was no longer naked but wore a mermaid's tail! "Could it be?" I thought in my head. He asked for my hand and when I nodded this time, he took me on a tour of his kingdom--Yes, he was a mermaid prince. (What the fudge... & this was BEFORE I rewatched The Little Mermaid. Seriously?! Oh god, Emily...)

---

It was today. I knew because he told me, which is why I specifically tried to avoid him as much as possible, because I knew it'd hurt too much to never see him again. I looked towards the sunset; it was almost time. Suddenly, a grandma begged me to take her to him. She was obsessed with him and didn't want to live without him. For some reason, I helped fulfill her last dying wish and ran as fast as I could, pushing her wheelchair at a ridiculously insane speed I formerly believed to be impossible. When we reached the end of the pier, the four mermaids (transfer students) were already in the water, ready to swim home when I threw the grandma into the water beside him. (Don't worry. She was an amazing swimmer.) I explained to them her dilemma and snuck a glance at him to see his reaction. His eyes caught mine and amused, he smiled as he gave his consent.  

For some reason, I felt the urge to jump in and swim with them as far as I could, so I did. My excuse was "to make sure nothing bad happens to the grandma" when really all I wanted was to be closer to him for one last time. I swam with all my might to Macy's, the point where only mermaids could swim past, and being in the lead, I snuck a glance to see how far back they were and only found him smirking back at me. "He loved it when I was being competitive," his eyes seemed to suggest. Having arrived first, I hoisted myself up on the ledge and sat there, admiring him til he arrived. I waved goodbye as they approached, signaling them to continue swimming past me, because a formal goodbye would have been too much for me, and watched as he swam away, looking back once to flash me his signature smile (I specifically remember him having those two wrinkle lines on the sides of your mouth when you smile), only this time with sadness in his eyes. 

A few weeks later, I visited Butthead at Valleyfair. She was with her Red Cross crew, fundraising at some kiosk which sold adorable Papurus-like cards. I promised to come by and support them sometime and I kept my word. I dragged her away and walked with her a bit before confiding within her that I showered with a boy. Nguyen, having followed Michelle, had already believed he heard too much and walked back to the kiosk, while Michelle inquired further. I was a but surprised ad to why Nguyen left our company for I wasn't ashamed of talking about it because we didn't do anything immoral! She took me down to the basement, where we talked and caught up on life and whatnot. She told me about how they're starting to invent showers with toilets installed in them and dragged me to a prototype. All of a sudden, we heard footsteps and immediately turned off all the lights and kept as quiet as possible. Unfortunately, we weren't supposed to be there in the first place and as cheerful as the manager was when she caught us, we didn't wanna press our luck, so we agreed to exit.  As I was leaving, I stole one last look at the prototype and realized... That was the shower stall he took me in.



NOW, FOR MORE ON MY THOUGHTS.
In my dream, even though the guy was naked, it was really innocent. Like, no OMGOMGOMG, pass out, he's naked! or anything... Everything felt really comfortable. I don't even know who this guy is, okay? I can only remember his smile. So no questions. I have no idea what inspired this dream at all? Surely not Monte Cristo. I wasn't thinking of anybody; I wasn't -- like, it was just a normal day! & it makes me really frustrated that this mystery guy just appears in my dream. What. the. fudge. man. Why couldn't you be some unicorn!?

P.S. I recorded the dream the minute I woke up from it 'cause I didn't wanna forget any details, but I still forgot a whole lot. Like, I had some kind of history with that guy. But whatever, moment passed. Back to the point, everything written is kinda in its raw form. Sorry if it's not organized or anything. "/

Just another whimsical dream...

Ba Noi knew she was going to die soon so she took us up to a hill. She rode a white horse. We had to climb. And the mountain was really steep and took a really long time to climb. But we did it. The family. Chi Phuong and Ba Noi's brother was there. She took us up all the way to the summit and then dug a hole. It didn't take long before she hit a metal vault (it looked like one of those sewer doors). She pulled up a box from it and opened it up. Inside were a whole bunch of license plates for fishing boats (which were apparently very expensive because everybody was in awe at how much money she had kept in secret). She gave me the key to the secret treasure and trusted us to not fight for the wealth after she died. However, just as she said that, her brother somehow took the key from my hand when he ran away with his wife. Fortunately, I retrieved it, but he fell to the ground and bled to death.

Analysis: I believed it was inspired by my reading of "The Count of Monte Cristo" when Abbé Faria was about to die and entrusted the secret treasure riddle to Dantes.

Night of 08/02/12 --- Morning of 08/03/12

Just one of those perfect moments...

Passed by an mini accident on the freeway... Which ironically was right by the sign "AW COLLISION"

xD would've made one awesome picture.
Too bad we were in the carpool lane.

Transition from high school to college?

Here we are now
Everything is about to change
We face tomorrow as we say goodbye to yesterday
A chapter ending but the stories only just begun
A page is turning for everyone

So excited I can barely even catch my breath
WE have each other to lean on for the road ahead
This happy ending is the start of all our dreams
And I know your heart is with me

Its time to show the world we've got something to say
A song to sing out loud we'll never fade away
I know I'll miss you but we'll meet again someday
We'll never fade away

So I'm moving on
Letting go
Holding on to tomorrow
I've always got the memories while I'm finding out who I'm gonna be
We might be apart but I hope you always know
You'll be with me
Wherever, wherever I go

-Miley Cyrus ft. Emily Osment

Hahaha, I swear if you played this while saying goodbye to me, I'm pretty sure I'd bawl. But let's not do that. That's mean.

Ahhh, it's like the graduation song. ):

WHY THESE PEOPLE MAKE ME WANNA CRY?!

BEST POWDERPUFF EVERRR

Brings back some pretty bittersweet memories, eh?

• Thriller: FANTASTICS. 1-2, 1-2, 1-2!
• Cha-Cha Slide: OMG, Julina, Butthead, Christine. WE ACTUALLY TOOK VIDEOS OF US. Oh, & KevinKao. LOL.
• Bad Romance: LINDALOVE. LOL, anything Lady Gaga = her.
• You Belong With Me: TAYLOR SWIFTTTTTTTTTTTT. LIFE. <3 li="li">
  • Kanye West: OMG. <3 li="li">
• Single Ladies: ?
• Santa Baby: I think Jessica told me she liked this song but it's so... seductive. *shivers* Gives me the creeps.
• Everytime We Touch: OH. MY. GOD. I died when I heard this. JUST OMG. Julinaaaaaaaaaa.
• Hot Potato: OMG, THE WIGGLES! T&K.
• Party in the USA: Mel. OMG.
• Down: OMG, just... everything... United States of Pop.

No words to describe my enthusiasm for college.

"YODO" was my first attempt at planning my classes.
Then came the time to actually enroll in them and before I even got the chance to step into the battle arena (yes, Julina, I'm using the exact same words), all classes filled.
Me: LIFE.

So then came the "BACKUP MOTHERFUDGER" :D

He. He... a hint of rage, yes, I agree, but I felt it was necessary.

G'luck enrolling tmrw!

Hello worlddd

and creepers who voluntarily choose to read this stuff (;

So I haven't been blogging lately. LOL, but see, now I actually have an excuse! Uh, yesterday night, I cut my finger really deep and so my left hand is just kinda.. dysfunctional. x_O"

So I was making myself an avocado smoothie and opened the can of condensed milk and SLICE--stupid sharp can cut my finger. So I ran it under cool water because well... it wouldn't stop bleeding. And then I wiped it with antiseptic cloths but it was still bleeding. So I just put pressure under the wound to cut off as much blood circulation as possible. By this point, I was beginning to feel light-headed. So I took hydrogen peroxide and poured it over the gash and it started fizzing and allathat. I sat down and literally just laid on the table 'cause I was too tired and hot and sweaty to do anything else. So my parents put the gauze bandages on my finger and yep. Just laid there. For a while. Until I was feeling more conscious. (: FIN.

Well, during the whole time, my parents ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Which was funny 'cause I was the one bleeding. xD But I couldn't laugh. Too weak.

NO WORRIES. The finger has stopped bleeding. & even though we had no idea what to do, turns out we pretty much took the right steps in all the commotion, so hopefully, finger heals soon! LOL, knowing my body, that's not gonna happen, but one can only hope for the best! (:

Hehe, so finally, yes, I decide to blog--when one of my fingers became handicapped. xD Oh, the irony.

Well, now I learned a lesson. (Can edges are sharp. x_O" LOL, jk, But no really, it hurt.)

Awkward for life

I told my ma how awkward I was. She laughed at me for a good ten minutes.

Sigh.

Kaichou ha Maid-sama!

Girl: "What are you doing here?! Since when did you start working part-time here!?"
Boy: x_O" "I'm not working here..."
Girl: "Then... that uniform?"
Boy: "No, it's just that I saw an acquaintance back there, and for some reason, I felt like stripping him."
Girl: "There is something wrong with you, as a human."

LOLOLOL, OMG, I DIED. AHAHAHHAHA.
Never though I'd ever "fangirl" (am I using that term correctly?) so badly for an anime guy. SO SAD.

Today

My uncle, knowing I'm lost, sends me this list of classes and whatnot. At the end of the email,

"Enjoy studying!"

I don't know why but I really don't think that's possible. Or at least, I don't know anybody who has ever enjoyed studying before... x_O"

Altera's End-of-Summer Company Picnic

• EYES OPEN WIDE AT THE FOOD. Even before checking in, I get a stick of blue cotton candy. Then on the way to the check-in, I grab a taquito.
• FOODFOODFOOD. Dear Tracy here got herself a veggie hot dog instead of a regular one and THEY LIED, IT'S NOT GOOD, at least this one wasn't. Don't know how she managed to eat it. Uh, Indian Samosa(?)... I don't think I'll ever be able to eat Indian food; I'm sorry. I tried.
• Tattooed Tim, but too high, BOO. So tattooed myself and Tracy also. SO PATRIOTIC. USA ALL THE WAY.
• Dyl & Na went to go get their faces painted but I was too busy nomming, so eh. Later.
• SPIDERMAN CREW. We musta looked crazy intimidating, walking around, all six of us like that. xD

• Bathtub racing. AHAHAH, Tiff got the fast one and girl went wild, knocking aside a cone. xD
• Rock climbing. OMG, lucky me got put directly facing the sun. x_O" AND no socks = barefoot climbing on hothothot surface. AND at the very edge = removed rock pegs = no place to climb onto = invading other guy's place = SORRYSORRYSORRY. But eventually I made it to the top. (Thanks to Trace, mostly. I was so frustrated, falling down so many times and burning myself and I'm like, okay, if Tray can do this, so can I. DETERMINATION... which leads me to my current state of being = flimsy, limp arm muscles = shaking hands. Ugh, high maintenance.)
• Bull riding. AHAAHAHHA, that kid in front of me told Na! "Spiderman could've held on longer if he wanted to! You're not Spiderman!" LOLOLOL. Then I go on and hang on for like, one second, and he says to me, "Good job! That was really good!" Me: The... fudge? "Thanks..."
• Watching Tim, Dyl, and Tiff rock climb. Tim got tangled in Dyl's ropes = more LOLOLOL. But that's cause Dyl kept going towards the sides and invading other ppl's paths. xD
• Obstacle course. Burned my heels while trying to stop myself from burning my skin. Nice going. x_O"
• BLAHBLAHBLAHROAROAROARMOMENTBUTALLGONENOW.

P.S. I really liked the facepainting ladies. *points to Trace* "Ooh, she's hot." Me: x_O" *slowly nods, not knowing what else to do/say* "Ooh, you look hot. Spiderman's gonna want to meet you..."

Oh, the things you don't know...

I've gotta get these dreams out of my head.

I was working at this small cafe and all of a sudden, this girl and guy came in. The guy stood by the door and played the guitar, while the girl walked around, singing happy go-lucky Jason Mraz-y songs. As she finished, she held out a a small red bucket and people just swarmed around her, taking out their wallets to find $20 bills. Each customer gave her a $20 and her partner traded five of them for $100 bills. By the time they were done counting, they had received more than $500 in cash from one small performance.

"impressive," I commented as I leaned against my cash register platform, intently watching the duo collect their money. The girl let out a friendly smile. The guy... He smirked.

Then we flash to another scene and I find out that my house was being sold for some reason and the guy from the cafe was there. My dad tried to break the news gently to me but I couldn't bear the thought of losing our newly acquired home. I tried to breathe, telling myself it'll be alright because we'll find a new home. Then I remembered--my garage. The walls that I spent hours decorating, filling with virtues and the most important words I could think of at the moment. I ran out and there it was--being painted over with plain old white paint. Those two walls represented who I was--the words I lived by every single day--and now it was all gone. I ran outside, so nobody could see me cry and began to sob for my home ceased to exist as my home. The guy from the cafe ran out after me and stood at the threshold for a second, unsure of what he was supposed to say. Realizing his existence and hesitation, I turned away and wiped my tears.


"What do you want?" I demanded angrily.

"I just came to see if you were okay."

"I'm fine. Just leave me alone." With each word, I felt tears rushing to my eyes again and so, I turned away, hoping that my visitor would feel unwelcomed and leave. What I didn't expect was for him to wrap his arms around me and hold me until I had no more tears left. Normally, I wouldn't let a stranger hug me--let alone, touch me--but I was at my lowest point and something about him felt so familiar, so right.

"Thanks." I gently pushed out of his arms and started back inside to my father.

"Wait!"

I turn around to see him take off his lucky bracelet and offer to put it around my wrist. At that moment, my father came out and his Papa instincts forced him to step between me and the guy from the cafe. He halted all forms of communication between us, unsure of whether or not the cafe guy was the who caused me to cry. Cafe guy stood awkwardly in his spot, still holding one hand out to offer me his bracelet but instead of transferring  it to me directly, asking my father to hand it to me. My father obliged and gave me the bracelet which I examined for a moment before putting it on. It was one of those typical friendship bracelets with streams of blue throughout and a bead in the center. One could tell it was worn often, if not daily.

Seeing that we were done, my father started back inside the house, but I slowly fell behind. I knew my father would turn around if he didn't hear my footsteps following his back inside our former home, but it didn't matter at that moment. As the guy from the cafe turned to walk away, I laid a kiss of gratitude on his cheek and scampered back inside the house. I never saw his reaction but c'est la vie. It's not like I would ever see him again. Or so I thought.

ROARLALALARANT

Jessica's not responding.
So I go on AIM... Nobody's there.
I go on Youtube... Nothing to listen to.
I go on Facebook... I don't wanna interact with anybody.
Staring at the list of unread messages on my phone. I don't wanna talk, because I know that if I do, I'll say something bad and mean and awful and horrendous that I won't ever be able to take back and that I might not mean in the future but I sure as heck mean now.

So hi there, Blogspot. (: Wow, fakest smile on the history of this planet. Definitely frowning right now.
Let's start, yeah?

I miss you and you miss me and I know I haven't been spending that much time with you, but you know why? It's 'cause every single time I do, something bad happens and I don't like that. In public, she "loves" you and smothers you with her love and praises you and acts so sweet and wonderful and then when the curtain's closed, she pushes you away, throws you in a corner, almost, dare I say, abandons you.

And I hate that. Because she's your mother and a mother's love, no matter how meager, always trumps any other person's. Always.
So this might not be true to a lot of people, but I can see it in your eyes. You yearn to be loved by her and you would anything to make her notice you, even the wrong things, but--no excuses.

Can you imagine? Going to sleep in my lap, being assured that she was going to pick you up, because I already told her two times that you could not sleep over because I was busy the next morning. And what does she do? She makes sure you're asleep, then sends your sister to call me, and tells her to tell me (yes, I can hear you over the phone, goddanggit) that they'll be picking you up tomorrow. And there I sit, stranded, stuck from holding you in my lap with no support, left with no choice. But honestly? I'd cancel whatever the heck I was doing tomorrow for you. But that's not right. Leaving your child to do your dirty work like that? How low can you stoop? And you, just lying in my lap, so innocent, probably dreaming away since you're snoring like a gramma and I never want you to wake up into this reality. I don't want you to know that she would ever leave you.

And you waking up to nobody in sight, confused by what's going on, and when it finally hits you, you start to cry. Because that's the only thing you can do. And as much as I want to help you, I can't. Because you won't talk. Because you can't stop crying. Because this is your life and you know it.

I had the privilege (some may argue, detriment, but right now, I'm sticking with privilege) of being naive and innocent for so long. Frolicking in my flowing field of flowers. And I can't help but feel sorry that you were slapped into reality so hard at such a young age. Maybe it'll make you stronger, but right now, all I see is weakness. And if this is going to be your life, you're going to have to face it. I won't always be there to hold you, to caress you, to assure you that everything's going to be okay. It's not my role to play.

I shouldn't even be crying about this because really, it has nothing to do with me. But I cry because I feel helpless. Because I am helpless. And I can't help you anymore. Because that's the only thing I can do.

You'll probably get over this in the morning. Maybe not. But I'll never get over it. Not until she makes you her first priorities. Because right now, she is, not you.

I'll always love her and I'll always love you, but I can't do this. My mother says I care too much for other people and maybe she's right. Just seeing your genuine smile brings the biggest smile to my face, but it hurts a lot when things get ugly and things turn ugly really quickly.

I'll always be this way, you know? My wall of distrust is thickening, but I'll always be here when you need me to be. Key word: need, not want. When you take advantage of me though? Nah, that's where I draw the line.



I'm sorry for all the mean words. I'm sorry for publicly talking about you like this. I'm sorry my morals prevent me from saying all this to your face.

P.S. Knowing me, y'all probably know who this is. Most likely. Just please don't say anything. No questions/comments/etc. Please don't let my judgmental judgment influence your view of anybody ever.

Chinese Drama version of Mulan

So they're betrayed by their own commanders, surrounded by enemies at a dead-end, basically waiting to die, and Mulan and their version of Shang are stroking each others' hair. I'm sitting here, screaming at the TV, "STOP BEING SUCH A GIRL! DO SOMETHING, GEEZUS!!!" and they just keep crying and caressing and the supposedly romantic moment just sickened me. Then in another scene, a soldier couldn't bear to stand by and watch his fellow friend die so he ran out to try to do something and got shot on the spot by the enemy. And this is when I choose to bawl. I'm telling you, these dang war scenes always get me.

Too much action for one weekend.

Paintball was a blast. XD I always knew I liked shooting games, just not real shooting. Unfortunately, lots of people got hurt--I mean, battle scars--but call my craycray, I kinda wanted one, y'know? The whole paintball experience. I mean, what's paintball without a few bruises? (: I guess, in a sense, fortunately, I didn't get any. Butthead didn't either (: hehe, she can finly cross it off her bucket list! <3 She didn't enjoy it as much as I did though. Even though I couldn't breathe after those two rounds of Capture the Flag. XD haha, I didn't faint though! YES, I'm getting better at this physical stuff! uh, what else? Oh yeah, BECAUSE I was so afraid of bruising, I wore my Eskimo down bomber jacket, which was a bad idea, guys. Don't do it! XD in the end, most of us looked like ... Well, unfortunately we didn't take a picture. I think we all died from the heat and the moving and allathat, but if you can imagine Me, Michelle, Jessica, Joanna, Angeline, Tam, Scott, Brian, Kevin, Louis, and Daniel all rolled up in dirt and then steamed for several hours, well you've got a pretty clear image of what we looked like. My arm is still sore from holding the gun and running and shooting, but boy, I'd do it all over again if I could! (: preferably in the winter, yeah? XD got headshotted several times, out. Then on the butt several times but the paint never exploded so hah! according to the rules, I'm still in the game! XD run Emily run! Thanks to Louis, Scott, and Brian for covering me. LOL, the Buttheads dropped so many paintballs accidentally, whoops. And Jessica was trying to make her shoes more paint-splattered so she kept trying to manually break the paintballs to prettify her shoes. Then she squeezed some on mine and that just looked like bird poo or mustard. Whichever works. P.S. to the guy whom I shot in the neck, I'm sorry if it hurts. I didn't mean it; I was aiming for your head. If only you'd been a bit shorter...

Some crashed at my house after and then off to

Jessica's dinner which she didn't approve of, but still, finally got it over with. (: Dang sour patch kid. Hope you enjoyed yourself though. With the people you supposedly love, minus Julina and Jaime. HOBOS covered in dirt and whatnot at Buca, ftw. Placed in the corner where the provocative art was, heck yeah. Then ran into PHHS Radix(?) teachers/classmates, lovely awkwardness. Jodie creamed Jessica who creamed her back and then dragged the Buttheads into it. x_O" GRT.  Just chilled and skipped around Target. xD Then sat for the longest time in the Barbie / Polly Pocket / Monster High section. xD (Sorry for panicking about SFDK so much.)


SFDK worked out in the end, I think. xD Didn't get to see the animals but I loved the rides. xD 'Cept Superman. That ride can go rot. Not worth the 2+ hours under the scorching sun. & they needa play more songs. xD Singing like maniacs while everybody else just stares. #YOLO, have a little fun, people. 7 people sharing one cup. Hehe, ASIAN STYLE. Got our money's worth. Hopefully nobody got sick. Haha, Benson was kinda cute. Honestly though? I'm pretty sure we would've had the same amount of fun at PGA but now at least we can say we went to SFDK in the summer! (:

& then now I'm compensating for all the action by being lethargic and lazing around the house.

Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans

• Dirt (Dyl Pick): Fail. Spit out. Cannot re-eat. Cannot swallow. Even when Tiff tried to hold his nose. I smelled it from the other side of the car.
• Black pepper (Dyl Pick): Dyl likes it. He's weird though. ("Tim too!")
• Vomit (Tiff): Can't even pretend to chew it. "horrible."
• Booger (Me): doesn't taste like booger but not bearable.
• Sausage (Me): swallowed it but almost threw up. Needed jamba juice to wash it down. Ew. Sausage aftertaste stuck in teeth. Ew. Just thinking about it makes me remember the aftertaste. Ew.
• Cinnamon (Tiff): it's okay.
• Lemon (Dyl Pick): duh it's good.
• Soap  (Dyl Pick) : soapy and disgu--delicious.
• Grass  (Dyl Pick) : "I tasted grass before! It tastes like grass!"
• Green Apple: car ate it. Sadness. ):

"50 Ways To Say Goodbye" - Train

• Phantom of the Opera spinoff?
• Mariachi band.
• Revenge song.
• Guest cameos.

= new replay song (:

Dreamcatcher failed today.

I don't exactly remember the order of events... but I do remember going on a roadtrip and we like went through some kind of crazy time-travel tunnel/bridge and ended up at this... home depot? Where they were selling all sorts of tiles/bricks/whatnot but this place was special cause there were a whole bunch of men in cubbies (yess, cubbies... like each man was stuffed individually in a tiny box where he literally had to crouch down) and each man had a different sort of tile and they just kept carving names in the tiles. Constantly carving random names with a chisel.

Then I found a note (from you)... a bunch of scribbles which I couldn't read (and trust me, I tried very hard to decipher your handwriting). All I could make out was:

dancing in the moonlight.

in cursive at the bottom. Then... Tracy(?) looked over my shoulder and started giggling and I had no idea why. & I set off to find you.

I never did find you; maybe the note wasn't from you and I was just imagining things. Instead, Skype somehow transported my family from Vietnam to here (right inside my house!) and I was really excited and happy and all things wonderful. Be Phuong started running around in circles... accelerating and we couldn't stop her but she was really hyper and happy and then Rapunzel from Tangled did all these karate moves to try to stop her.

Then my ma woke me up.

Now for the analysis:

• Home Depot tile place: Chet Trung and Xiem My came over while I was sleeping and examined the tiles in my bathroom because they're planning on remodeling their bathrooms. The men stuffed in cubbies... I have no idea where they came from; I swear I wasn't thinking of stuffing men in cubbies!
• The note: Absolutely no idea. I wasn't even thinking of you yesterday. x_O"
• Family from Vietnam: Maybe 'cause I miss them and everybody's going places to visit family and I'm not? Rapunzel... well I did text Butthead yesterday?

Simp.

I am literally telling myself to just breathe right now.

I get it. Nothing I do will ever be good enough for you. You coulda just saved me the trouble and said that to my face.

My Partner-in-Crime

Partner-in-Crime 11:51 pm
   you are such a good person

(later on...)
   the only commitment I made is with you



So that I can easily track this down when necessary
(so I don't have to scroll through our ... VERYBERRY long aim log).

Because there are just too many (+)s.



Just when I thought tonight was a good night,
    yeah i know why am i being nice today?

Bucket List: Eat some Synsepalum dulcificum berries and then some lemons after that.

Dear Papa,
I love how you're holding on to me by suggesting Hello Kitty and pink, etc.
But I need to grow up. (:
It's like those sappy moments or lines you see on TV, but it does happen in reality. (Or I just watch too much TV, but that's coming from a girl who doesn't have channels, so...)

"I'll always be your little girl."
<3

Wearing tight, long pants while cherry picking is not a good idea.
Wearing an arb isn't either.

Saw Trisha and then her sister identified me. Turns out, her sister's Trang. Trang Dang. MIT Trang from photo. SIGH, so I knew each of them separately but didn't know they were sisters. All this time. Caught up and I was just in total disbelief the entire time. What a small world.

Guess Phrase with Jessica

• WHAT'S A HIPPO WITH A HORN?!

I have no clue how Butthead got Agnes. FAIL BUTTHEAD LOGIC.

• Okay, so what do guys do on boats?
  They ride shirtless...
  NO, what do they do with POLES!
  Pole dancing...?

SERIOUSLY, who would've thought of "fishing" ?!

• ROTTEN TOMATOES!SQUIRT!

I don't even...

Me & Momma all dressed up to go walking/running.
No pockets, but cell phone necessary. What to do, what to do?
My momma's solution: Stick her phone down my pants.

Thank you, Mother.

YOLO

Last day of high school,
"Let's go out with a bang," right?

That totally translates to GORGE OURSELVES WITH FRESHLY BAKED CREAMPUFFS.
Sigh, OH JESSICA, those ten pounds--I CAN FEEL IT NOW.

Omnomnomnom...

My mother thought rubbing menthol oil under my feet would make me stop coughing.
I don't know where she heard that from, but boy was she wrong.

Sorry for that accidental kick... I DIDN'T MEAN IT. IT WAS A TICKLISH REFLEX! I SWEAR!

It's funny.
I would think that after so much------, I'd stop.
I'd run out or something.

Guess I was wrong.
Again.

Rewind...

Leggo back, yeah?

So my dad was cutting the grass yesterday...
See, I would say "mowing the lawn" but he was using a pair of scissors.
To cut the grass In our front yard. LITERALLY.

I stood laughing by the window for a good minute or so. xD
Oh, the things my father does.

*Thank you, Oxnard, for catching my error ("moving").

I drive my future,but my parents are my drive.

I know what I'm going to do,
but I don't know if I want it or if I like it.
I just know I'm going to do it.

& I'm strong enough to do it.
Because I say so.
Because I won't let them down.
Because I never want to hear them say they're disappointed in me.

Just do it, Emily.
Just say you're doing it for yourself, but really,
Do it for them.

Sigh, Tiff. Why do you remind me of myself so much?
It hurts a lot, y'know...

#Random

I really like apples that taste like oranges.

Just. Stop. Overthinking.

Words to live by.

Drowning everything out with music.
@ TIFFERS & DYL PICKLE'S (:

Way you move me, everything is groovy.

Apologizing

& I value my ego greatly,

which means when I sincerely apologize,

it must mean something.

Moral of Coleridge's Kubla Khan?
Resort to drugs and you'll end up LEGENDARY.

Omg, I remember when my dad brought this home on his usb.

Could not stop replaying these two.

Original members of Youtube? xD

#IWantItThatWay

#hashtag

Feeling like an Eeyore.

& not in the good way.

What the glum.

YOU. GO. GIRL.
Show 'em how it's done!

It's ironic how fragile something so strong can be.

This one's a fighter.

@ Kirby Boy: thanks.

You don't want to say it.
I don't want to hear it.

What a perfect match we are.

Overthinking

kills the situation.

Which I really need to remember.

#torturedartist

Mm, it's not just me.

Statuses on my buddy list:

• sadness
• sad life
• ):
• sad

Lovely, the whole world is in mourning.

ASDJFKL;
WHY IS YOUR NAME POPPING UP EVERYWHERE I GO?!
GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY LIFEEE!

The heo is this.

Cimorelli's "Coming Home" MASHUP

Just listen.

•  "Coming Home" by Diddy Dirty Money
• "Whatcha Say" by Jason Derulo
• "Stay" by Miley Cyrus
• "Whatever You Like" by T.I.

"She knows,"

but she doesn't want to.
& she doesn't wanna think about why, so don't ask her.

Just play along. Don't ask; don't tell.

Orange flip-flops. It's calling me...

<3

Never would I ever...

Kait: I'm sleepy.
Me: Okay. *says "Goodbye" to everybody and begins to shut down computer* Get into bed first.
Kait: No, I'm going to wait for you.
Me: What are you talking about, K? Didn't you say you were sleepy? I'm shutting off the computer right now, so we can go to sleep.
Kait: No, you're gonna pretend to sleep, wake up, and do more work.
Me: Why would I do that?! I LIKE SLEEP.

Kait: I don't know... Because Mommy always does that.

Let's keep swimming... for K.

ASDJFKL;

I HATE THIS PART RIGHT HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. -Pussycat Dolls

The part where you wanna pour your heart and soul, all your feelings somewhere else. But then you either realize you don't wanna be a bother or convincing yourself you're just so much better than that. So you don't. & it's eating you up. & you can't do anything about it.

To JULINA LY

Hope you had a good--scratch that--a FANTABULOUS birthday!
& just in case you didn't... what'm I talking about? OF COURSE YOU DID. Glowsticks + gummy worms + "YOU KNOW IT'S ALL ABOUT ME" blasting in the background = automatic PARTAAAAAAAAAAY. (Pst, I really hope the gummy worms don't make you sweat that much... Hehe, 'least I didn't give you mangoes! <3)

Don't hate me 'cause I got it goin' on
[Go on; you have the privelege of being esp. conceited today. YOU GOTS IT GOIN' ON. (;]
It's just me, I'm hot never cold
[ICE ICE BABY.]
I can rock it anyway that I choose
I'm so good (Oh yeah)
I make up all the rules

I can't help it if I set all the trends
[Cardigan + v-neck + tank top + skinny jeans + Vans = ALL STARTED WITH THIS GIRL.]
Everybody wants to be my best friend
[Frreals, don't try to deny it!]
It's infectious, come on don't you be jealous
[I'm so jelly right now it's not even funny. xD]
Just join in this love fest
[I-I LOVE YOU LIKE A LOVE SONG, BABY.]
You know that...

It's all about me
It's all about me (Oh yeah)
Me, myself and I
It's all about me
It's all about me [You know it's all about me]
It's all about me, me, me me me
Everybody knows i'm fly [You know it's all about me]
[YOU OH-SO FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.]
it's all about me

Muh-muh-muh MySpace, I have 10 million friends
[That should change to "Fuh-fuh-fuh Facebook" now. xD]Tuh-tuh-tuh text me, BFF 'til the end!
[Can't. Limited texting plan.]
Puh-puh-puh page me on your cell and press send
[Does anybody even have a pager now?!]
Diva what? Diva who? Diva where?
That's me!
Duh-duh-duh download all my crazy new hooks
[JAY PARK. x_O"]
Uh-uh-uh upload all my video looks
So buy my ringtone, fashion line and cook books
[Ringtone = some Korean song. Fashion line = Korean inspired. Cookbooks? OMG, MAGGOTS IN THE SUGAR! but the Caramel Macchiato cookies were yummy...<3]
Diva what? Diva who? Diva where?

(Don't play her) I'm so beautiful
["You're beautiful; you're beautiful; you're beautiful, it's true."]
(Not her fault) I'm platinum and gold
(She's the queen) And my reign is supreme
[ALL HAIL JULINAAA!]
So follow the leader, you're all on my team

I can't help it if I set all the trends
Everybody wants to be my best friend
It's contagious and it's so outragious
Grandparents, grown-ups and kids of all ages

You know Madonna ain't got nothin' on me
[Beautiful girls, all over the world, I could be chasin', but my time would be wastin' 'cause they got nothin' on youuuuuuuu, baby.]
Buh-buh Beyonce ain't got nothin' on me
Cuh-cuh Christina ain't got nothin' on me
[I love you more than I love Christina Aguilera's voice. & THAT's saying somethin'.]
Diva what? Diva who? Diva where? That's me!
You know Mariah ain't got nothin' on me
[ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOUUUUUUUUUUU...]
Fuh-fuh-fuh Fergie ain't got nothin' on me
Guh Gwen Stefani ain't got nothin' on me
[YOUR MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD.]
Diva what? Diva who? Diva where? That's me!

You know it's all about me, I'm a specialty
You know it's all about me, I'm an anomaly
[HEHE, you're an "enemily"... (;]
You know it's all about me, who else could it be
Upload, download, text me, page me, MySpace, YouTube don't erase me
[Haha! Youtube username: likewtfck. Yes, I remember this stuff.]
Fergie, J-Lo, Gwen Stefani
You know they got nothin' on me
Indoor, outdoor, I'm so clever
[Not sure if "clever" is the proper word to describe you... but okay. <3]
That's why I will rule forever
[FOREVER&ALWAYS]

ME!

P.S. Fair warning: Incredibly sorry if it breaks... tmrw. My first time making it... SO much harder than I thought it'd be. Because I didn't wanna buy the special pliers... so I used scissors the entre time. Hehe, I STILL HAVE ALL TEN FINGERS! I'T'S A MIRACLE.
& I just realized the latch on the box isn't closed that tight, which means it's still openable, which means the seeds might escape. xD Emily fail.

Just ignore this... (:

Join ScholarshipPoints.com and we could both win free college scholarships.

I hate it when...

we have new products in the house and somehow, my father just can't seem to locate the easy-open place, so he after spinning the box/bag around for approximately 5 minutes, he goes all FRUITNINJA on it and slices it all up in the most awkward areas.

Then when I go to get something from the box or the bag, I'm just like... "IT SAYS 'LIFT TO OPEN' RIGHT HERE. WHAT DON'T YOU GET ABOUT IT?!"

French Insult

Vous êtes une pomme de terre avec le visage d'un cochon d'inde.

So I got a couple of stuff in the mail today:

1. Progress Report: eh.
2. SJSU official acceptance packet: yay?
3. A letter from Mr. Hagen: OMGOGMOGMGOMGOMGOGMOMGOGMOGMOGMG<3

Yes, I literally dropped everything else and beamed like a madwoman reading those little two paragraphs over and over again.

Maybe it's because I don't like being forgotten that I appreciate so much for being remembered. Esp. when it's by my favorite teacher of all time. Esp. after 10 whole years. Esp. when he's a grampa right now and most around his age would've forgotten.

Words cannot describe the immensity of my happiness right now. (:

Mi: Can you put the food in the... dish?
Pa: It's a bowl...
Mi: It's a bowl-dish!
Pa: IT'S A HYBRID :D

I love it when

I'm right and the teacher is wrong.

Just did a little dance.

ROCKIN' A TURBAN (:

I'm so disappointed
...in others.
...in my family.
...in myself.

HATING THIS FEELING.

A wise person knows when to say it.
Just keep holding it in, Emily.

Yep, it's proven.
The truth is the ultimate weapon.
It hurts, and it hurts badly.

Always one step behind Oxnard xD

 Oxnard 10:59 pm
    SOMETIMES

 Emily? 10:59 pm
    SOMETIMES

 Oxnard 10:59 pm
    =p

 Emily? 10:59 pm
    xP

 Oxnard 10:59 pm
    XD!

 Emily? 10:59 pm
    xD

Stoic.

Today

Thank you, Jessica, for sleeping with me, driving me, feeding me, etc. Thank you, Melmo, for being righteously kind. Thank you, Butthead, for indirectly feeding me Coldstone's. Thank you, Danica and Fiona, for getting into bed with me and keeping me awake during Hamlet.

Concernant la cicatrice sur ma main,
Them: "What happened?!"
Me: "Jessica."

Them: "OH."

Nice to know everybody understands. xD

So, y'all should be crazy proud of me.
I finished all my homework early to start the essay, right?
Then my mother came into my room and we just spent the last hour commemorating Whitney Houston (and Amy Winehouse) and comparing the Grammys then and now.

& I will always love you(r voice), Whitney Houston.
I'll always believe in the greatest love of all.
I'll always look forward to that one moment in time.
When you believe in love...

Is it weird that I want to shower just so that I can sing?

Getting way too many unjustified battle scars.

Out of all the topics I came up with Madame, she chose the one about songs containing bad words.

NOT MY FAULT IF I COME TO CLASS WITH BAD WORDS ALL OVER MY HOMEWORK.

You wanted it; you gots it.

I'm reading all these brilliant critical analyses and thinking about how much time it'd take me before I'd reach their level, if I ever do--to think so insightfully.

Now wouldn't it be funny if we went back in time and found out that all these authors wrote just becaues they felt like it? & there was no analyses involved, no depth, nothing. They just wrote because they wanted to write. The bird wasn't a symbol; the author just liked birds a lot. Those colors weren't mentioned for a reason; the author just jotted down the first color they saw. There were no Biblical allusions; the author just really loved the Bible.

& all our time would be wasted. All those essays, all those words for nothing.

What lovely thoughts run through my mind.

Family vs. Family (vs. Me)

I wish y'all would understand how much it hurts me when you talk about my family that way. Especially because you are my family. And that I should be on your side, but I'm not. I'm on nobody's side, because that's the way I am. And I can't help any of you, because all of you refuse to let go. The only thing I can do is sit with you and hear you tell me of the past you can't let go and cry with you. If it makes you feel any better, sure, I'll cry you a river. If it makes you a happier person, I'd be willing to do almost anything. But I can't, and that's what hurts the most.

I'm sorry y'all will never resolve this. Because you both are too stubborn to even consider the other person's side of the story. I love you both, and I'd be on top of the world if y'all loved each other the way I love you, but life doesn't work that way.

Life's too easy. That's why God gave us family. We're bound by blood to put up with them. Whether we want to or not.

Please, don't give me any opportunities to be mean.

Like when I see a status that says, "Bored--what do to?"
First thing that pops up into my head: "LEARN HOW TO WRITE PROPER ENGLISH."

Love ya', darlin'! (x

T&K Sleepover for the 2nd Time

I don't know what we were doing, but I quoted K on a sticky note. She said,

"Ew, I don't like people."

& for some reason, me&Tay cracked up like crazy. xD

Then while I was still sleeping, but I could still hear them, K accidentally kicked T in the face. REALLY AN ACCIDENT, GUYS. & T started crying (out of reflex, of course) and K just ran after her, saying "I'm sorry, Tay" a bajillion times. T continued to push her away, saying, "No, leave me alone, K. I don't wanna talk to you." Then, K said the cutest thing (whether she was scared T was gonna tell on her or not),

"I'm not going to leave you alone until you accept my apology."

She sounded so formal and mature and I was just beaming at her while "sleeping." So proud of how she handled the situation.
Whereas if it were Taylor, it'd go like, "If you tell Mommy, I'm going to tell her you _________." A threat. Oh, the love of sisters. <3

My girlsss <3

FLY LIKE A G6.

Nomatter how insane they drive me, favorite sisters ever. Right here.

(Let's try not to forget this the next time they drive me nuts.)

My little rat. xD

GANGSTAAAAAAA'.

This little cutie isn't as much of a camera horse as K. <3

BUGSY. A very creepy one at that.

My little Jacob Black.

& of course, the Biebs.

Dylanisms

So we're just in the car and...
Dyl Picks: "I was listening to music."
Me: "There was no music playing, Dyl..."

Dyl Picks: "IN MY HEAD."

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.

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.

I want The Wanted.

The badboy version of One Direction.

The guy that sings "D-D-D-Drink it if you can." <3

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

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

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).
---
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.

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. (:

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

"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.

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. "/