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| Sadness is not only a noun, its a deathtrap.
Goodbye; one word that can shatter the world.
Love can make it or break it.
Inspiration can take you to a whole new world.
Stars in the dark curtain of nightfall shall represent the endless memories.
Life has a mind of its own. Let go and let it fill your mind and soul.
It just may surprise you.
Pain is a realization.
Lets reminisce, shall we?
Invigorate me.
I'll always remember, even when things just seem like a faraway dream.
Things aren't as they always seem.
Break out.
Branch out.
Reach out.
Speak up.
Live up.
Screw up.
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| books and friendships I've always thought I was quite the nerd for my obsession of
reading. I have the nasty habit of reading until the end, no
exceptions; however, this infatuation with books of mine benefited me
in many generous ways. I excelled with my writing skills and vocabulary
in my age group. I even met a friend through common interest; reading.
Through the years, we have talked less and less, a friendly hello here
and there, whereas before I had loved her like a sister.
As
my love for books began to dull, so did my friendship with her. I soon
realized that I was not ahead of my classmates anymore, most of them
anyway. Though I tended to understand the concept of certain aspects of
books and writing came naturally to me, unlike others, it wasn't the
same. I yearned to expand my vocabulary, and to brighten my every-day
vocabulary with more intriguing words. So I naturally complained to
Nichole. Her retort to my complaint was, "Read more books, Em." I fired
back with, "I can't find any good books!" because
a) this was partly true
b) it just seemed like the best excuse I could think of in that moment
c) I was downright lazy; too lazy to get off my sorry excuse of an ass to go to the library.
I could just imagine Nichole rolling her eyes at my immature outburst.
She referred a few books she thought I'd love, and love them I did. Looking for Alaska
by John Green is now one of my favorite books, with a compelling yet
believable love story. It truly moved me to tears. The second novel she
insisted that I read was none other than the famous Twilight
by Stephenie Meyer. It is quite a wonderful book. The characters
display relatable emotions, not to mention the story includes humor,
suspenseful action, and romance. I finished both novels, one day each.
Looking for Alaska had 221 pages, while Twilight
had about 500. I was euphoric to know that Twilight was actually a
trilogy. I have actually been waiting for books to come out from about
4 different series. Knowing the Twilight Series was done instantly
rendered me giddy. You have no idea. Did I mention Nichole had the
honored privilege of starring as an extra in the film Twilight? I
didn't think so. She is quite the lucky duck.
Anyway,
literature saved my friendship with Nichole. I'm very glad we have
started talking like friends again! She's opened my eyes to new music,
new books, and a new outlook on specific topics. She constructively
critiques my writing constantly, which I'm glad. Her own written works
are actually good reads. =]
To sum it up, I'm glad I've renewed my interest in books, as well as revived my bond with Nichole.
“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library”- Jorge Luis Borges | | |
| Pointless. I had just finished updating my Myspace profile in my "About Me" section. I was reminiscing days of tutoring with my Chinese teacher. I quit about a year back, though I regret it. While I was thinking about all the reasons why I regretted it so much, it suddenly dawned on me that I know next to nothing about my own culture.
Sure I know Chinese New Year and the Moon Festival, but I never knew of superstitions behind Chinese New Year. I never knew it was bad luck to wash your hair during Chinese New Year until quite recently. I besought help from my mother, and she stated matter of factly, "You are ABC [American Born Chinese], and I don't expect you to know these customs. They're just silly old superstitions anyway." Since I now spoke English more than Cantonese, I found I was losing my ability to speak my native tongue. I almost had a stroke, for I realized I was following in the footsteps of my brother, and my cousin. They could understand Cantonese, but could no longer speak. What a shame... my relatives had said. They had always praised me for my perfect speech.
If I could hardly speak my own language and know nothing about my customs, I naturally won't pass my culture's customs on to my children. A legacy lost in faint memory just because I, myself, did not take the time to appreciate and acknowledge my culture. I suddenly felt guilty for my lack of curiosity. My family background lost, due to my not caring and what not. It was like destroying my culture's future roots.
Perhaps my mother never had the time to tell me these things. She was, after all, a single mother who did not have the pleasure of excess free time. The leisurely hours she was permitted was spent on ensuring my brother and my future. She cleaned the house, restocked our refrigerator, and ultimately never spent time on herself. It probably never crossed her busy mind about the importance of passing on family traditions. I never bothered to ask her, she usually exuded stress. I didn't want to degrade her weary mind any more than I had to.
I thought out a plan. I was, after all, a xenophile for admiring the Japanese culture. I yearned to learn the language, it sounded so nice. The only option I could think of that could replace taking Chinese class in high school was to return to my tutor and continue learning Mandarin on weekends while taking up Japanese as a course in high school. I always thought it was pure idiocy that Chinese people took Chinese classes just to get an easy A. The purpose is to learn a new language, for heaven's sake! My plan would be double the work, however, and I'm not sure if I will have the willpower to continue both.
If I still have free time between sports, language classes, friends, and family, I thought of joining clubs! Chinese club and Japanese club would be fun; following my cousin's footsteps seems desirable. Her colorful descriptions of thriving clubs in her high school have paved the way to my small time dream. She describes her clubs as different "families". It's a time to explore together, and to have fun! I envy her whole heartedly. Terumi is so dedicated and hard working, I'm proud to have her as my cousin. She has helped create who I am at this moment; the anime loving, drama obsessing, book craving girl. She even introduced me to Xanga and Quizilla, where I met Nichole whom further helped me develop my love for writing [refer to previous entry].
I'd say I'm done hammering on about pointless topics.
Goodbye :]
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| i doubt anyone goes on xanga anymore, but i think it's kind of fun again.
to help remember, i started going out with michael saunders on April 8th. thats right.
spring break is now, and now is boring. though i have my friends to be with, everything we do is so familiar because we do it all the time. is there something more original we could do? any ideas?
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| Do You Remember?I've suddenly remembered there was a girl named Emily [?] whom I met over xanga. She lives in my city, and we met at the local library. However, I can't find her and I wish I could contact her. Anyone know where she could be? She loves the color pink, but I'm not sure if she still does.
:O
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[[Express Yourself]]
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The Four Seasons [of you and me]
the cool breeze whispers in my ear just as you whisper everything i want to hear. [in spring]
the warm sun rays engulf my weary body as your warm touch wraps me in sweet bliss. [in autumn]
the swaying trees remind me of idle summer days, back when your voice was my summer soundtrack. [in summer]
the icy wind can blow me 2 feet off the ground just like your strong arms can sweep me off my feet. [in winter]
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My Cookie
you're the chocolate in my chocolate chip cookie.
without you, i'd just be a plain old cookie.
you give flavor to my life like chocolate gives flavor to cookies
and you're twice as sweet =]
ily♥
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goodbye flat tans, hello sock tans.
track & field '08♥
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