tomorrow is APRIL FOOLS!

i don't feel this impossible hatred against her. i did for a little bit, but i don't anymore. cause she was my rock for so long so i just don't know anymore. let nature run its course? okay, if you say so.

i love one-on-one days SO much better than when we're in a group. it just helps assert our connection that can sometimes feel lost with our busy schedules. boo.

we won against Tech today. can you say UNDEFEATED? yeah thats right.
Badminton girls had to wear our entire sweats outfit today. people teased me but a lot of people said i looked cute. simple compliments brighten up my day. i guess wearing the sweats helps people know when we have games. YAY BADMINTON FANS!

which reminds me of how much i LOVE going to GGBC. it's the greatest place in the world. but the birdies hurt like a mofo when it hits you. hardass feathers.

i feel like things are different, but better

i miss you.

next year? so soon.

i feel like i won't be able to handle the workload next year.
i feel like i'm setting myself up for failure.
ahhhh, or maybe i'm tripping over nothing.
i'm challenging myself, right?

i don't care if you have a mustache, you're my best friend, whether you like it or not.

when you told me i was your best friend, i was in disbelief. i didn't believe it cause you always said "Guys can't have girl best friends, it just doesn't work."

i asked you again, "Am i really your best friend?" and you said of course.
it was too good to be true.

as cheesy as it is, it made my heart soar and it brought the biggest smile on my face, cause i felt like we were on the same page for once and i wanted the night never to end.

best friends

crack up laughing at ridiculous things that don't seem funny to anyone else.

best friends are what motivate me too live everyday to the fullest, cause i'm just awaiting the next time we'll laugh our asses off, throw granola at random people, and talk all night until we eventually fall asleep.

my best friends are Chiravann Uch and Chrystal Nguyen.

and i can't forget about Nora Kim Saing, cause no matter how long it's been since i've last seen her, i know she's always there for me and ready to talk shit in Cambodian about anyone who hurts me. i've known this girl since before i learned how to ride a bike.

i love best friends.

fremont kid pulled through!

yes, thank you Stephen Chou, who did not know what mien was before i met you. finally proved to me that you're not an idiot and a slacker.

i've been stressing for no reason. finally starting to relax and it feels damn good. every Saturday i manage to forget about all the schoolwork and have FUN. this is why i love the weekend. but then Sunday comes and fucks me up.

Saturdays > Sundays

driver's ed is so.. repetitive

many things have changed since middle school

you used to be my best friend, but now we barely talk. i realized i never had those ridiculously fun and hilarious sleepover nights with you. i realized we weren't actually best friends. it was just a label.

i can't confide in you. i know you care, but it's weird. i feel like you wouldn't understand any of the things i'm going through. and now, after all this time thinking i knew you, i realized that i really just don't know you at all anymore.
now you're with him. now you get defensive. now i'm afraid you'll get hurt but at the same time i'm pissed cause you thought you should hide this kind of thing from me.

now it's all different.

confident or cocky?

either one screws me over.

i thought i was gonna win and i had that cocky mind-set that sent me lower and lower on the badminton ranks. so now i'm below a couple freshmen. it was a close game. not gonna say i wasn't pissed, but i knew i could always challenge up later.

i'm a sore loser. i find an excuse for everything. but GODDAMMIT, i'm coming back up and you freshmen better watch your backs. on da real doe.

my heart feels like it's in my stomach, waiting to come out my ass

i feel sad.

i'm making a CD. i'm trying really hard not to fill it with love songs.

i was never a shoehead, but damn talk about a shoegasm

i want to invest in some pretty sneakers. no Vans this time. maybe Nikes or Keds like this one up top - $30 and eco-friendly with organic cotton! definite WANT. if only i had a credit card.

zzz..

i've been tired for the past two days. i just want to crash when i get home but there's always homework. i don't sleep at outrageous hours, i think it's just a mental thing.

summer sounds better and better each day.

today was friends day in badminton. i really wanted to show off my skills but i had an off day so it went booboo. it's coo though. another day, i'll show you suckahs who's boss.

things my conscience is telling me to do right now:

• study for next friday's 2 chapter quiz
  
• do my essay that's due monday
• start my outline that's due monday
• read a book, any book
• color my french poster that's due friday
  

of course, i'm probably not gonna do any of this tonight. maybe color my french poster. just cause i think it'd be funzies.

i thought i improved in badminton.

but i'm about the same. makes me sad. i know winning isn't everything, but goshdarnit - I NEED TO WIN! because winning feels oh-so-gooood =]

and i get hella pissed when i lose. get to know my poker-face suckahs

is this what prank calls have come to?

it's 11:30-something at night. i'm knocked out i suddenly my phone vibrates: "RESTRICTED CALLER"
here's how the conversation goes:
me: hullo?
caller: *whispers* i'm going to kill you.
me: okay.
caller: alright.
i hang up.

i really thought this was a dream - it wasn't.

the next day, it's 5:16 in the evening and i get another "RESTRICTED CALLER" call
me: hello?
caller: *whispers* can i kill you?
me: what?
caller: can i kill you?
me: when you whisper i can't understand you SO YOU FAIL!
i hang up.

oh yes, i'm on to you. i know who you are.

oblivious people, surprising numbers, and cheaters

i don't understand why people talk about people less than a few feet away from them. it's like they don't think we can hear you, when in fact - we can.

today we had to take height/weight in PE for the 2nd time this year. i hella expected to gain weight cause i've not been watching what i eat AT ALL. turns out i lost weight. wtf? i lost like 8 to 9 pounds since the beginning of the year. ayeee! wassup! all that badminton conditioning.

AND i grew 0 inches! still solid at 5'2"

what's up with all the cheaters? and i don't mean cheating on tests, i mean cheating on your significant other. if you're gonna cheat, why don't you just break up? save the other person some pain.