Dear Vienna,

I like Owl City songs these days. They don't make sense though. Jasmine said the guy who wrote the songs wrote them because he has insomnia, which would explain the name, "Owl City." But nevertheless, the melodies are pretty addicting.

Sunday:
NOREBANG. FINALLY. with Erin! EHEHEHE. I love norebang. I wish I could go again. Can I just live there, please?

Monday:
DROVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. HAHA. I suck. I can't make right turns very well... and I keep getting confused at resident intersections. I would have crashed a couple times if the teacher didn't step on the brakes. Twice, I mixed up the gas and brake pedals. So when I wanted to stop I accidentally pressed the gas pedal. HAHAHA.

I'm having so many stupid thoughts lately but there's no one who'd listen and the ones who would would call me stupid. sigh. LET'S HIT NOREBANG!

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.
~Kurt Vonnegut

Baby, Are You Down Down Down Down Down?

Hate to admit it but been feeling down lately. So many fights lately. I don't want to handle it all. Words that used to work don't anymore.

Funny how when I don't do anything, I get more tired. It's not that I'm bored but just that I'm tired. But when I spend a day doing all I can and actually getting things done, I'm much more awake and alive.

To be alive.

Those that struggle with life are the ones who deserve it.

Pikachu

It's the small things that count.

I was frantically doing homework during lunch and Alex came up to me and was like, "Christine, I'm gonna make your day brighter." I was like, "HAH?" and then he pulls out a yellow action figure out of his bag. I scream. HAHA. PIKACHU!

Thank you, Alex! :D You totally did make my day brighter. It wasn't that dark to begin with but BOY did it make the sun like BURST. HAHA. WHOOHOOOO! <3

THANK YOU ALEX! MWAH <3

Trying to count the things that can't be counted.

One Piece Chapter 437

Even if there are billows of smoke,
we can still see the sky,
we can still see the ocean.
It's not like this is hell.
So stop acting like you're about to die.
Stand up.

Friends and Faults

Friends are supposed to accept and love you despite your faults. But can a friend truly still love you if she doesn't know your imperfections? If she doesn't know your flaws then that means she hasn't hung out with you enough or doesn't know you well enough. A true friend should know you inside out, both the good and the bad. A friend doesn't judge based on those faults but embraces them.

Nobody is perfect, which means everyone has bad sides. Usually, you don't know what someone lacks until you get to know them a little. How can someone accept you when she doesn't even fully know you? If she only accept the good aspects, then isn't she just using you? A friend is someone who knows all of what you have and lack and still loves you. Some things might bug her or she might not care at all. But what's so important about that? In the end, all that she really knows is that she loves hanging out with you, whether other people like you or not.

If someone asks me, "What is your friend like?" I should be able to respond with all her good and bad aspects, "Although she is like this, you have no idea how much fun it is to just be around her because she is this, that, some more of this and a little more of that." When someone that hates her tells me, "Did you know that bitch is this and that?" I should be able to say, "Hell yeah, I know what you know. Too bad you don't know what I know. Now apologize for saying shit about her when you don't even really know anything, you bitch."

It's okay when I hear people say to me, "I don't know anything bad about you." But I would be really upset, sad and lost if I heard my friends say the same thing. True friends know but don't judge because knowing and judging are two entirely different matters.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

Childhood Memories

I never thought I had childhood memories. I thought I was too stupid and could not remember anything from when I was little. In some dramas, the characters' childhood reflects a lot of their actions and character and that memory is quite vivid in their minds.

I had no such thing... at least that's what I thought.

Yesterday I got in touch with a friend whom I've known since I was at least four and it brought back a flood of memories. I first met him when I was locked out of my own house with my grandma and my younger sister. We didn't have cell phones at that time and couldn't reach my parents', who were at church, cellphones. So I went over to our next door neighbor, whom I had never met and asked to use their phone. I guess I was really sad because the boy not only came out with his house phone but also a pistachio and offered it to me. Then, I don't know when or how but I came to have two houses. I remember his dogs, his house which I thought was too dark for my liking, his garage that had the air hockey table and hurt my fingers all the time. We played Pokemon on our game boys. Back then was the era of game boy colors and game boy black and white. One time we even had a picnic in his front lawn. We brought out blankets and ate Mexican food. We thought it would be fun to watch a car run over an apple and we weren't wrong.

He came out and told me something honestly even though he was afraid I would reject him. How could I ever hate him? Even if he killed someone I don't think I could hate him. I would be shocked and disappointed but I would not hate him. I sincerely love and treasure him as my friend. It's weird how childhood friends last throughout the years even years where you've been apart for so long. When you come back together, you just have so much to talk about and catch up on. As we grow up, making new friends, real friends, is hard.

The other prominent memory is when I taught my grandma her numbers and the alphabet in English because she wanted to communicate with her grand kids. That's when I remember the shaky handwriting. I was leaning over the table to watch my grandma concentrate even though she was already in her 70s. I'm so glad I at least have one memory of my grandma.

These are the memories that make me warm inside because I tend to forget memories, good or bad. I don't particularly know why I'm so fond of childhood memories. All I know is that I treasure these memories more than I thought I did.

"Youth is wasted on the young." - Mark Twain

Full Friday

AHHHH.
You know your day has been great when your classes are easy breezy, you secretly listen to your ipod the whole 5th period, your lunch was great, you helped out at your school, you get a free t-shirt, walk to get a free Baskin Robbins ice cream and live your childhood again at a park. Getting back to school at 6:00 was like a story in a book. You start with school, spend time at school, go out with your schools friends and end the day at school once again.

Dodgeball tournament was pretty fun :) I felt bad for the teams from other schools that came. They didn't get many cheers and lost in the first half (I think). As a referee, it's like playing dodgeball, too. The ball comes flying so fast! D: But it was hella fun both dodging and getting hit. HAHA.

Then spent the rest of the day with Danna, Rhianna, Karthika and an unexpected guest, Andrew. :) We stopped by Veteran Park in Cypress on the way back and it was so fun. I love the swings and the swirly chairs. The people who invented those spinning chairs were genius. You just have to get started and the chair spins faster and faster by itself. It's pretty amazing.

HAHAHAHA (x999)