4/30/08

“Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.”

–Thomas Paine

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In remembrance of the day Saigon fell.

Someday, Viet Nam will once again achieve the freedom that it deserves.

newfound loves.

today is a very nice day. it was/is/slightly/occasionally sunny.

there is a lot of new stuff i saw today so i wanted to make a list!

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New things i love…

1) iGoogle and their themes. It’s pretty creative how google is aiming to be your home page and offer up daily information instead of just plain old search engine. But then again, it’s pretty much a Yahoo copycat. But Yahoo’s going downhill because of Google..so.. =(

2) The Capitol Hill branch of Seattle Public Libraries. I think I could sit in that place forever and just read. It’s so relaxing and they have so many nooks and crannies where you can crawl up with book. Euphoria x81374894. And like it’s mainly windows as walls with natural light coming in just the Central library, only in this case you see vines and plants and greenery instead of the backside of many office buildings like you would downtown.

3) The painting/portrait/portrait sale down in the Atrium of SCCC. There’s SO many original posters of movies and actors. And of course you’ve got the replicas of famous paintings such as the Mona Lisa and stuff. But there’s definitely like e posters that I absolutely fell. in. love. with. But I totally can’t afford 23 dollars on a poster (which is how much the one I love most costs) :[ Can I just borrow them for a few years to hang in my room? >< 

4) Cocoa cookies. At least that’s what I think they’re called. I don’t have the package with me but basically, they’re thin little rectangular cookies with cocoa powder in them. They’re asian so they aren’t like…crazy sweet like American stuff (*coughoreoscoughchipsahoycough*). & they’re soooo good. Yep. Asians make the best food xP

5) How WordPress automatically saves every few seconds. Thank GOD for this. Because just like 2 minutes ago, my browser “encountered an error and had to close”. And I was like AHHH FRICK cause I wrote a lot. Luckily, WordPress is smart. Yay!

6) Sitting under the sun. Okay, maybe not a “new” love but with this odd weather, it was amazing that I got to do this for a bit today so I was able to “rediscover” the feeling [:

 

Okay. Thanks for reading. I’ve been blogging more lately for some reason. I guess that’s good =)

 

hey schizo..oh wait..

i hate those small-ass bluetooth headsets that clip  onto your ear. seriously.

they creep me out cuz suddenly there’s this person next to you and they may have long hair or shortish but long enough to cover their ears hair and they’re like…talking to themselves ><

and i always think they’re talking to me or something so i turn around and..nope. not me.

they’re talking to invisible person.

& what’s worse is that sometimes they think that the person on  the other line can’t hear them or something and they talk extra loud.

talking..to an invisible person..

*shudders*

music a la asia!

So I am soooo in love with Epik High’s single off their new album –

One ft. Jisun of Loveholic

& the MV is way bomb.

you can NOT tell me that’s not hot. makes you wanna just ATTEMPT to rap along xP

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Okay so I must admit, I indulge myself in asian pop, hip-hop, rap music. But what I realized that the majority of the time, it’s mainly korean and japanese. Maybe it’s the same with the whole asian music fans out there. People just prefer the bouncy dancing music and the fluid rapping of the Koreans and Japanese. But I find myself confused about why I don’t listen to my own Vietnamese music? Is it because I am ashamed of my ethnics roots and their inability to produce quality music that doesn’t involve lip syncing over trance-y beats a la Britney Spears? But then again, vietnamese music is in it’s own category so there would be no reason why i shouldn’t dislike it just like I don’t like heavy metal or screamo music. They’re different stuff. But I have to admit that when I hear Vietnamese people rapping, it kidna sorta makes me cringe. I’m sorry. But until they make music that has beats like Epik High (or Big Bang) and fluidity that comes with it, I’ll stay away from Vietnamese music.

Then there’s the whole notion that people wonder why I listen to korean/chinese/japanese/non-vietnamese but asian music if I don’t understand a word they’re saying. I don’t know myself. I guess, with music, you don’t have to understand the words but feel it? Whoa, how cliche that sounds but it’s pretty true. A song that makes you feel happy, regardless of what language it’s in, is always good. And with me, I like songs that you can nod your head to (& since I’m plugged into a SCCC computer with iPod headphones listening to music in the background and slightly bobbing my head, the guy across from me keeps giving me weird looks ><”).

— CUT 10 MINUTES LATER:

AHHAHAA FOUND THIS. IT’S ALRIGHT.

it’s awkward that i understand it. i can…get use to this though.. after a little cringing and winces of course. ^^ maybe it’ll become better in the next few years. his other music sucks though…LK (“Lil Knight” omg.) i mean.

he was cool…til he pulled out a fag*

Today we started our “tournaments” for badminton class. woohoo. That is, until I realized I was up against Jesse who is one of the more stronger boys in the Advanced Division. “I’m screwed.” So yes, we played a long hard hard match with best out of three wins. Naturally, we didn’t even get to the third game cause I lost two. [4-11] & [10-11]. So then we moved back to our groups who were playing a nice game of British doubles ( 3 vs. 3) and I took my “anger” out on the other team by smashing. Blah blah blah. Okay this is all like..prelude to what this blog is all about anyways. 

So we played with me in the front for my team and Jesse in the front for the other team. He’s is such a funny guy. And I swear, I just love slamming shots right him because of his reaction. And my teammates didn’t do CRAP so I was all running up and down and sweaty and gross and ew. So when classes ended, me and Jesse shook hands. Talk a bit. Good game, blah blah. He’s really a chill guy. I was like “huh, this guy is pretty cool. we could be friends.” After changing in the locker room (mopping up my sweat with my backup shirt =/), I ran into Rich and him as I exited the room. I was not really happy at this point because I was disgusted with the way I felt, and if I could skip Chemistry just to take a shower, I would have (only I didn’t cuz who in their right mind skips Chemistry. INSTANT F.). 

“Hey Hao, why are you so angry”

“I’m not freaking angry. *laugh* I’m just gross right now”

“Well, we all are so don’t feel bad”

=D

It was at this point that I noticed a small white cylinder tucked between his index and middle finger of his left hand. A freaking cigarette. Now people who know me know that I’m so against smoking. I mean, I don’t care what you do to your body as long as it doesn’t harm others. But smoking does harm others. I walk by the front doors of Central everyday, gagging and covering my mouth in disgust at the rancid smell the emanates from people’s mouths and their cigarettes and clothes and everything. It’s sickening. No seriously, I get this nauseous feeling in my stomach. Okay for you smokers out there, I hear you telling me “Okay then, why don’t you just go some place else then if you’re so bugged by us? Leave. No one says yo have to be here”. It’s most convenient for me to take the front of the school to get my class. I will NOT be inconvenienced just so you can have your little suppression of anxiety through inhalation. 

Bottom line: Knowing you are killing yourself but not doing anything to stop it? Fine with me. Just stop being a ruthless idiot and not caring about the others around you that are suffering for your pleasure.

o & btw. I’m all for that law in waiting to make it illegal to smoke in the car if there is an infant under the age of 3 in it with you.

 

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It’s SUNNY.

& I have until the end of the week to find out if I’m rejected or not.

[sigh]

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*Sorry for going all British on you, fag is slang for cigarette.

fancy a hot date?

this guy just came into the store and bought

• chapstick
• condoms
• gum

& all i could think about was “duude this guy is SO getting laid.”  gosh, i’m such a weirdo

yay im finally done working! yes!

 

thank god.

grey’s anatomy is back.

 

no love for puppy

I was looking over my old English class things last night and I was reading the very first essay I wrote. It was suppose to be a descriptive essay about a subject, whether it be person, place, or thing. A very normal assignment to see how well your powers of description are. Not to sound like I’m full of myself or something, although you may snort at that and say that I do anyways, but I actually think I have a strong level of giving details. But anyways…the topic that I had chosen for my essay was actually someone quite close to me. Close as in intimate in this case. I had written more than 750 words about a person that , at that time, was my world. It was even titled “My Sweetheart” with a kiddy-drawn heart next to it. Looking back on it, I feel stupid and slightly ashamed of how brazen I was to be writing such a thing. How immature and childish it was. How naive I was to think that the words “together forever” even exist. Okay, slight exaggeration but I really don’t understand what was going through my head back then. Each word I wrote sounded as if I was some obsessed girl writing about one of her idols.  I can’t imagine what was going through my peers’ heads when I handed them my rough copy for peer review and editing. But one my peer’s comment sheets, he had written that I did a good job and that the subject I was writing about was puppy love and it reminded him of when he was younger.

PUPPY LOVE? What is puppy love. Type it in to google (a la Mozilla’s handy google taskbar) and you get “temporary love of an adolescent”. TEMPORARY? If I had know that, I wouldn’t have written a freaking ode to someone that was supposedly temporary. Even though he had written that term down during the period that I was still dating that guy, I don’t think that he had any right to define my relationship as “temporary” even though it actually came true…maybe I’m just a bitter bitter girl.

Well. Here I am now, 6-7 months later in SCCC’s Computer Lab writing a blog at 8:53 (oh crap need to skiddadle to class and finish this later…) —

Hello. It’s 3:52 now. I should be studying for my chem quiz tomorrow but I will finish up what I had to say here first. 

So 6-7 months later. I am, once again, enjoying the feelings of puppy love with another guy. But I don’t want it to be puppy love. Cross the word puppy out. But me being so young, how do you whether something is going to last or not? Just like your life, you never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that I find the term puppy love offensive because when you are experiencing all those emotions, you don’t think of what happens tomorrow or next or next year. You don’t think of words such as “temporary”. You think of words such as “love” and “forever”.

 

Thinking back to my essay, although I do not have the same feelings as I do for the guy i wrote about. I can imagine how I felt so strongly towards him because I feel it now towards someone else.

 

HAO=HYPOCRITE ♥

slackin’ off but i’m back.

It’s been a while since I’ve made a blog. That 10 Reasons Why I Hate Being Skinny one really got the hits. Though it was just something that’s been on my mind for a long time now and I just finally let loose. But even though I noticed that many people read it, I was disappointed to find that no one had any real input for me except for anite (thanks m’dear).

Anyways, whining aside, last week was quite an easy sailing ride for me and I haven’t had much to write about except maybe the complaints of failing my chem quiz or the joys of acing my history one. Or maybe the fact that the weather in Seattle has been on drugs. I mean, really, The hailing, snow, rain, clouds, sun, lightning, what the hecks? I’ve been putting of my blogging of my life. Tsk tsk tsk Hao.

UPDATES

• I just go m-flo’s cds from the library and I’m absolutely in love with them! Check out Picture Perfect Love on my music widget to the right !~~>
• I grumbled something about suicide around my mother and now she’s super invading my space and all ….nosy
• I’ve got three Sonya Sones books on my shelf that I must read asap. They’re so hilarious, except maybe a bit childish, but still cute.
• The cake for the wedding is chocolate, white, and pineapple. The appetizers are shrimp cocktail, honey glazed bacon-wrapped shrimp, pork ribs. The main dishes are baked salmon, filet mignon, or fried tofu with assorted vegetables. We have red wine, white wine, and chardonnay. & Martinelli for people like me who are underage ^^
• The headset for my phone died. I can only hear out of one earpiece now =/ Anyone wanna buy me a new one?! It’s only about six dollars =P Though it’s online and I only have cash.

WE ARE STARTING COMPETITIONS IN BADMINTON CLASS SOON. BOOYAH.

I’m paired up with Khan for doubles. We’re  pretty good, that is, when we can see the birdie. Haha.  And I’m in intermediate yo! Thank god not advanced because I’d be up against all those guys who do like power shots that would probably bruise me if they hit me >< But I’m quite excited.

It’s sunny right now and absolutely gorgeeeeous (okay, maybe a tad bit cold) and I’m really anxious to get the ball rollin’ for summer y’know? Cuz who doesn’t want to pull out some shorts, skirts, and capris and show so skiiiin. Though the only thing I hate about that is that I feel obligated to shave my legs so I won’t forever damage someones retinas and traumatized them. Heh. Not that my leg hair grows fast. Or is as thick as carpet or something *coughseankimcough* Ahaha.

So. I’m going to go take a nap now. I’ll write more as soon as I figure out what to right about.

Something that reminds me of my sweetheart ♥

 

 

10 Reasons Why I Hate Being Skinny

I know that 25% of Americans are obese or whatever. But I am in that .82749% of Americans that are skinny. NATURALLY. Now everyone’s all like, “ohmygoshyouaresoskinnyimsojealous!” but, uh i’m not really happy with that. On the scale at my house, I am 98 lbs (*gasps!!*) and on the scale at my doctor’s office I am 101 lb (*gaspss again!*). I know. Be jealous. Not.

Here we go!

1) Hearing “ohmygoshyouaresoskinnyimsojealous!” over and over again. I’m seriously sick of it. Wanna be skinny? Ever heard of getting off your couch potato but and going outside for a run? Okay, maybe you exercise. Well. Commit to it.

2) Hearing my name connected with the words “anorexic” and “diet” and “not eating”.Shut up people! I eat as much as you do. Maybe even more (I’m talking to all you dieters that eat one carrot stick a day or something. It won’t work)! Don’t JUDGE me because you don’t watch me on a surveillance camera 24/7 and monitor what foods go into my mouth.

Same goes with “you should eat more.”

3) Being reluctant to exercise because you might lose the weight you gained the week before.I just recently found out that I love jogging. The steady thump-thump of your feet as you move across the pavement, grass, or whatever. It’s like flying if you close your eyes (though not recommended because light poles and street signs DO exist). But although it makes my legs stronger, it makes my waist drop a size. Ahhh horrible.

4) Picking up trashy celeb magazines and all you see is “Lose 20 pounds!” & “______. Too skinny? Too fat?” Seriously. I like to indulge upon the lives of the rich and famous just like the other person, but spare me the weight examinations. It makes me feel bad, and it makes the slightly overweight but still damn gorgeous girl next to me self-conscious too.

5) Finding bottoms that fit nicely.People wouldn’t think that this would be a problem but it is. Pants/Jeans that are snug at the waist, flattering on the body, and long past my feet are SO DAMN HARD TO FIND. And plus, i’m skinny but I’m 5′5″ so size 0s are usually too short. >=O

6) How you look like a stick in everything that shows your shoulders and above or knees and below. No explanation needed. It’s a pain.

7) Being light.Push me and I fall. Punch me and I bruise. Blow at me and I fly <– Jk.

8 ) Maybe this is just for me but..Hard to float on water. Is it just because I have minimal body fat?

9) Being cold easily. It’s 65 degrees and I’m still in a sweater and shivering. How the girl across the street comfortable in a small tank top and shorts, I do not know.

10) Lack of boobage. Laugh all you want. But then again, if I did have a nice rack, it’d look odd on my skinny body wouldn’t it. Like bowling balls balanced on a board =P

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This may seem like a rant. A list of complaints. In many ways it is. But really, I am very happy with my body and I really think a lot of girls should be too. Everyone is gorgeous in their own way; fat or not fat, boobs or no boobs, tall or short. If there’s is some aspect that you don’t like about you body, aim to change it. If you really put your mind into it, everything will work out fine. But in the end, maybe your body is just like that. So really.

LOVE IT.

 

I’m in a PMSing mood gosh dang it ):

 

♥