Friendship = Icecream. Duhhh

The sweet smell of friendship <333

Primitive Instincts

What do we do when we’ve hit rock bottom?

We scrape up the rocks and throw them at each other,

Instead of trying to climb up and down walls,

We poke holes through this barrier,

And toss over war like they’re grenades,

When has bombing become a part of the process of restoring peace?

In the midst of this smoke and terror,

It’s time someone said,

Boys and girls,

Let’s put the guns down,

It’s time we just talked this out.

Primitive Instincts

The pressures of being a girl

It's official.

Being a girl is a full time job that you will neverrrrr get paid for. You're expected to have the beautiful hair that looks really cool if you run on the beach in slow motion. Your nails are supposed to be cut and painted with femininity. Clothes? I am soooooo not getting into that. Being a teenage girl has RULES. You never think part of being you would have rules, BUT THERE ARE! Like if you were invited to a sleepover, you have to invite those people. And extravagant gifts are a must-need if you are invited to a party/sleepover. 

Secrets can't be spread.

Neither can rumors. 

Keep what you think to yourself, unless it doesn't upset anybody. 

I just can't keep up with my gender anymore! 

Switching cliques?

Don't think that you can get away with it with out karma being a bitch to you.

So what more is there left to say then..

It's a hard knock life for us!

MY FIRST BOOK!

ohmigod

I'm like hyperventilating.

I PUBLISHED A BOOK!

Wanna read?

http://www.lulu.com/content/5505661

Tell me what you think!

Happy Holidays! For those who can enjoy it....

Awwww.

Christmas morn. It's that special cliche moment where you open your presents as frosty the snowman plays in the back ground. Everything is moving in slow motion and your faces light up when you see you got that new iPod.

Yea? WELL APPARENTLY MY PARENTS DON'T ROLL LIKE THAT!

I had so much fun opening my presents...alone. Then this is where lack of sleep kicks in...for everyone. My dad goes on a RAMPAGE and makes us clean the whole house. ON CHRISTMAS MORN! Dude, ohmygawd, and he didn't even give us a chance to EAT BREAKFAST!

Pretty much everyone I know got a brand new shiny iPod Nano. 

Are you effin serious?

Yes.

Yes I am.

I got money.

That's not a bad thing, but when you compare it to an iPod nano...it's not exactly the most AWESOME thing. Like you don't want to SPEND money, cause then it will be gone. But you can use an ipod over and over again like EVERYDAY!!!!

Then I had to go to a boring lunch...gathering(?) where everyone spoke a foreign language. You know that sounds pretty awesome....unless you're the only kid there that speaks English. 

I cooked dinner and washed dishes.

This is the most UNTYPICAL Christmas ever. 

So happy holidays to everyone and ANYONE who can enjoy it.

You lucky duckssss

Don't you wish you were me?

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

12/25/08 THURSDAY, 9:09PM!

Wowwww.

This is super random, but I just wanted to TELL SOMEONE!

And since no one reads my blog, I thought I'd just put this out there...

I looked up 'cake' in the thesaurus and other words that came up were

lump.

tablet.

and BRICK?

THAT'S SO WEIRD XD

And apparently so am I :D

Byeee my non readers

I <3

KARMA LIVES!

Wow.

I picked the perfect day to ride the bus. 

Ok, so I know you're supposed to save the front seats for the elderly, but I was tired from waiting an HOUR for the bus. I just put my stuff down and sat in the seat. I know, I know. BAD GIRL! Then halfway through the bus ride, the old guy next to me started leaning towards me, more and more...inch my inch...till like ALL of his weight was on the right side of me. I don't even know this guy! It's like he was trying to skip all the way to 2nd base ;)

JUSSS KIDDING!

Anyways, it was embarrassing. The lady next to me had this mean grimace as if she was TOTALLY disgusted by 13 year olds. She had that "look" on her face for the whole bus ride. The lady across of me just spent her bus ride watching the old man lean on me, then wake up, sniffle a bit, and then fall asleep on me again. That lady laughed her ASS OFF! But I can't blame her...her ass was HUGE!

So yea.

Bus rides suck.

This just goes to show that karma DOES live. And it LIVES ON!!!!!!!!!

OhMiGosh...That's So Sad! OHMIGOSH! I know right?

OkiDoki you guys. This is like the fajillionth time I've talked about rejection on my blog. Maybe it'll be one of those traditions :/ But yea...It's so sad when no one likes you :[ The worst part is, you already KNOW you're a reject, and the sad thing is, that other people turn around and look at you and be they say, oh look, it's just another one of those Teenage Rejects.

Don't you think I WANT to be pretty? Don't you think I WANT to be skinny?

Uhm.

Yea.

I do.

I want to be plastic.

So bad.

I know it's so horrible, because it's being so cliche to think that all guys like beautiful skinny pretty nice girls. But...it doesn't sound that fake does it? I'm not sure if I would actually reach that part of my life where I'd actually say, no longer can I stand to be this fake. 

 How could you NOT want the perfect life? Wouldn't you want to be barbie and have your ken? For other people to actually WANT to be like you??? 

UGH!!!!

If I wasn't REJECTED all the time, maybe I wouldn't think of myself like the total loser that I have myself convinced that I am. I'm so effin hard on myself, because I feel like if I'm not, I'll just let myself think that there is TOTALLY nothing wrong with me, and people would eventually like me. 

Hahaha.

You silly little girl.

This is why you're not Doctor Barbie. 

But I think I've gotten to that point in my lifetime of rejection, where I was actually hoping that one day, someone is gonna want me bad. And it's gonna be all their fault because they didn't want me when I wanted them. 

What happens when YOU'RE the one who wants ME?

Karma.

Let's Restore Peace in GirlWorld

Bummer dude. Everything is so messed up in girlworld. Everyone is like disowning their friends from last year and like being obsessed with everyone else! The worst part is, everyone feels like they can't talk their problems out with the person they're having issues with, but instead they'll talk to EVERYONE else about their issues. It's like 50% true and 50% WTF?

This is one of those typical girl issues, and guys are just like ewww lame. Girl stuff. OMG it burnsss!!!! Yea, well it burns us too. Guys will just beat on eachother till they laugh at it. Girls take everything seriously and to offense, like omg, DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE JUST SAID? Oh no she didn't. But yes girl. YES SHE JUST DID! You know, if we just talked it out face to face like calmly and rationally, this stuffies wouldn't even happen. But noooo0o0o0o0o0, instead we gotta be all up in everyone else's grill (I'm Asian...But I like to feel like I'm not sometimes ;) and be like "WHAT DID SHE SAY? OH NO SHE DIDN'T" And then like whoever you're talking about is like right behind you and you're just like "Hiiii." *Cough* Betch *Cough*

The ever so exciting girlworld.

I am currently trying to restore peace, but peace is trying to bite me in the ass.

So basically,

peace can go hide in a corner and cut itself.

SocialStudieSlam

Welcome back you guys :] 

Alwaysss a pleasure :D

Anyways, in social studies we were learning about the declaration of independence, and so our assignment was to write our on declaration of independence, declaring independence from our PARENTS!! Here it goes! (BTW: It's supposed to be a slam poem)

We have the right to be treated equally,

Everyday and more than frequently,

We have the right to speak what we say,

We can speak as we want,

And speak as we may.

We have the right to be heard when we speak,

We’re individuals and we’re all unique,

We have the right to have an opinion,

We have the right to say yes or no,

Being pressured isn’t an option,

We have the right to do or to don’t.

We have the right to be punished,

But only punished for our crimes,

In any other cases this is unjust,

And we have the right to disown your trust.

Random poem...PART 2!!

With every word,

Letter,

Syllable that appeared on the blank screen,

I waited. 

Words were meaningless,

When they didn’t need to be heard,

But you were the one who’s words meant,

Everything.

But the things you say…

The words hung in the air,

Tangled in the web of lies,

That needed to be burned,

So the words of truth could fall to the ground.

But when they touched the ground,

It burnt,

Like ACID.

And I’d dive into the bottomless pit of your heart,

It seemed so depressing,

But it wasn’t.

It was a starless everlasting night,

And you’d like the way,

As we walked hand in hand through this horrific fantasy.

The words that once hung so heavily on my heart,

With graceful wings,

Flew off into the grayish blue haze above us,

But those words mean NOTHING to me….

When they weren’t said.

Violent Little Kids Who Adore You D;

Oh wow.

I always knew that little kids were slightly violent, but this 6 year old I know is INSANE!

He throws things at people, kicks people, and he tried to CHOKE ME!!!! Geeez. But then I thought I would TRY reverse psychology o.O 

So I held my arms open and with an irresistible face I said "Do you want a hug?"

He was IMMEDIATELY embarrassed like WHAT? HUG? I'M 6! I HATE HUGS! And then I let my smile drop and I muttered an "ok..." pretending to be disappointed. The next time he threw something at me, instead of yelling at him like most people do when they're upset at him, I just held my arms wide open and screamed " DO YOU WANT A HUG? "

He squeezes his eyes while a smile crosses a face. Embarrassed, he said mumbled a yes.... I flung my arms around him and while he was embarrassed from all the parents watching in admiration, I could tell he enjoyed it. Which was HORRIFIC?

THIS VIOLENT LITTLE 6 YEAR OLD ENJOYED MY HUG!!!!

I thought "YES!" finally this kid would stop throwing things at me. But ohhh noooo, what he wanted to do to me now was WORSE. Every 3 seconds he would hold onto to the railing, bend slightly over the edge, juuusssttt enough to grab my sweatshirt and he'd like yell my name and say HUUGGGG and he'd hold his arms open. At first the plan was to make HIM embarrassed but there he was with alllll the parents watching as he BEGGED for hugs. He would start COMPLAINING about not getting hugs, until it reached a point where I'd give in and he'd cut off my circulation with his hugs. I would actually have to get his parents to grab him off of me. 

I have found the one things less tolerable than hatred. ADMIRATION.

OHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDD

Everyone thought he was SOOO adorable, but it was so weird for this kid to beg for hugs. This was not just some other 6 year old. It was HIM. THE 6 YEAR OLD. This is the same 6 year old that I remember had punched my face, then went to his dad and told him that I punched him. And this same 6 year old was jumping up and down screaming my name so unhappily, it was as if this little kid instead of taking his meds, took 35,000 packs of sugar. -.-

All I have left to say to you readers now is....

HELP!

And a warning...

Don't ever think reverse psychology works.

It's like Karma, it always comes to bite you in the butt with a 6 year old D;

Random poem? :p

How can people not see her?

Can't you see what she's doing?

Those cracks on her porcelain face are spreading,

But she paints over them with dignity,

People bang their metal cups,

against the rusty bars she locked herself behind,

Her feelings are a prisoner to you,

but it looks like her time will never be done.

She threw the key in a river,

With every heart beat it's pushed farther and farther,

She jumps in the water and swims for her life,

But it's too late.

The key plunges over a waterfall of hatred.

The girl is furious,

Chips break off her porcelain mask,

and you finally see suffrage inside,

She bangs her fists at the metal bars,

She screams at the walls in fury,

The metal cups,

banging...taunting....

Her heart tears in half and she RIPS off her mask,

Her pain is RAGING,

She grabs the bars and bends them in half,

She twists the bars until the inanimate objects long to DIE.

Then the girl lunges at her mockers,

her enraged hurt builds, 

she reachers her breaking point,

where the thermometer cracks,

and she slowly walks away....

She's seen the damage she's caused,

and locks herself up again.

Behind the bars she sits and cries.

The pain and hurt is now outside,

the outsiders put their cups down,

they walk away from the bars,

Now that the damage is done,

there's no reason for them to stick around.

The next day there she is again,

Her porcelain mask is glistening in the dark,

But no one will ever know how she feels,

If they did....

Then what kind of a person would she be?