cockblock

my sister hasn't been interested in snagging a boyfriend for a while, and i understand but for SOME REASON guys keep lurking around her like she's a goddess and she keeps shoo-ing them away.
i know she wants me to cockblock, but people always stop me. i need to call for backup - Vincent Saephan is always an excellent cockblocker.

brothers

sure, i don't have any blood brothers, but i have people that may as well be my brother.

my Cambodian brother Christsna, who inspires me in so many ways. his poetry gives me chills and motivates me to the max.
then there's my cousin, Bothy. He's in the marines right now but he might as well be my brother. very protective son of a gun and funny as hell. i miss him.
he might as well be my "brother-in-law" - Austin Chao. i like to talk to him about specific problems and tell him pointless stories that i know he doesn't give a shit about. i very much enjoy this relationship.
and i can't forget about that boy, Eugene Wing Lau. he cracks me up. he's really like an older brother to me. if only he would marry my sister. i love to kid around with him and tell him stupid stories.

i'm missing out

i could've been in Hawaii right now. the only reason i'm not in Hawaii is because there is a possible Yosemite trip going on on Sunday. it's not official, but if it ends up not happening, i will be very frustrated. BAD TIMING

hate

i hated this girl for so long because of ONE thing she did.
but after being creeper and reading her tumblr, i decided that no one wants to be hated. no one deserves to be hated for such a stupid reason.

every girl in this world can relate to each other and i felt like i could relate to her. she wrote things that i only thought. she wrote things that i don't have the guts to say out loud. and i give her props for that.

hate is such a strong word, it should not be used too often.

making shit happen

today has been full of great news. went to the dentist and found out i only have TWO MORE MONTHS with these braces. BOOYAH! i am so excited.

AND

i asked my dad if i could get a new phone soon. and now i'm going to get a new phone tomorrow morning! FUCK YES.

spending money is so easy,

making money is the hard part.

high expectations

for once, i want something to exceed my expectations. sure, plenty of movies have exceeded my expectations but i want EVENTS.

planning this hike is getting me hyped up. i hope everything goes well cause i am the biggest SCREW-UP. my head hurts so bad right now.

after sneaking on to my sister's tumblr,

i snapped back into reality. there is just one thing i truly hate about tumblr. it's actually not a thing, it's a who. but whatever. the only reason i went on my sister's tumblr was 'cause i'm bored and only half-paying attention to the tv i'm watching.

i would like to get hella fucking tan so people will actually think i'm Cambodian.

back-to-school advertisements

once these commercials start showing about going back to school with "a whole new look", i get sad. 'cause that means school is approaching and summer is ending. the saddest time of the year. but i DO love back-to-school shopping. too back i got no moolah.

i haven't done shit this summer. i've just been lounging around, hanging out with people here and there. what i really want to do this summer is go to Hawaii for a week. but that's not happening. oh well. ALL GOOOD IN MY HOOOD.

what every girlfriend wants to hear.

me: what's up?
him: watching porn with sarn. you?

greaaat.

"no, you don't understand."

Okay, I understand that you're going through a tough time and I'm trying my best to cheer you up, but I just can't do it. I really hate it when you're trying to comfort a friend and they tell me I don't understand. Yes, I know. It's very unlikely that I DO understand your position or what you're going through, but I'm just trying to be a good friend. So don't give me attitude please. The point is that I am TRYING to understand. Isn't that enough?
It's the thought that counts. I'm not gonna apologize for never being in your shoes before. I'm just trying to cheer a friend up, and I guess I kind of suck at doing so.

i want to grow some balls

i want to have the guts to say "hey baby, you looking fine!" at a random stranger.

who are you people? and what on earth are you trying to tell me?

love at first site

this only exists when you're incredibly attractive, 'cause that's what catches people's eye. it's the truth.
society is full of shallow mothafuckas.

taking pictures

i can't get myself to camerawhore. i find so many little imperfections in my pictures that i just give up.
i prefer candid pictures. i really want a candid picture of me laughing. just to show pure happiness.

goodbye tumblr

you have consumed my life for too long. you distract me with pictures and occasional stories with my name in it. you cause me conflict with friends and allow me to want to shut a bitch up. you've made me laugh, you've made me tear, but now you are gone.
with you, i have better-developed friends but not you are gone. because i can make friends by my own damn self.

if you want an update on my life, don't check my tumblr. if i knew you well enough, you would already know all the stories i post on tumblr.

and for my thoughts, well you'll be documented right here on blogspot. my first-choice blogging home.

to be completely honest, tumblr is full of people that relate to eachother and then complain together. it's a place where people get at eachother sideways about what they post and then contradict themselves. we all know if we "unfollow" you, that you'd get fucking butthurt.

and so you are gone tumblr. passed on to the next generation. SIKE. hella people still use tumblr.

the TRUTH about love.

you find love when you’re not looking.

i’m serious.

i read this in a magazine a couple years ago and i thought it was pure BULL. but freshman year, i was going with the flow and not looking for any kind of relationship and then FatBoi hits me like a football to the nose (Brady Bunch flashback! anyone remember that episode?)
maybe, you think what i’m writing is complete shit, but i’m just getting it out there. contradict it all you want, but just wait until it happens to you.

"I can tell you love him by the way you look at him."

is this real? are you kidding me? can you really tell if someone loves the other person JUST by the way he/she looks at them?
i think about this sometimes when i look at Vincent. like, “can they tell? does anyone notice? if i look at that guy on the corner, will someone think i love him too?”
i think this is lightweight bullshit. yeah, i smile at him, but i also laugh, roll my eyes, and “playfully” hit him. can they tell i love him by the way i slap his arm? damn, i must be so readable. THESE PEOPLE KNOW MY LIFE! except they don’t.

this is all shit they lead you to believe in chick flicks. although i love chick flicks, some of them should really be called SHIT flicks. HAHA i think i’m clever.

me: Austin, I can tell you love Suki by the way you look at him.
A: what the fuck are you talking about?


By the way, this conversation never actually happened. but Suki is his dog. so i thought it was funny. maybe not.

boobies

i guess you can say i have small boobs. i receive a lot of criticism because of this. purely from family of course.
my sister has encouraged me to stuff my bra. she has also advised me to gain weight in order to get bigger breasts, and then try to loose it. what a wonderful sister i have.
my mother has poked fun at my boobs. whenever we go bra shopping, she picks up Bcups and tells me to try them on. i tell her they're too big and show her my 32A bra and she goes, "you're boobs aren't THAT small, are they?"

yup, that's me and my twins down there.
well fuck it. there are so many good things about having these puppies. (i always hear people with big boobs COMPLAIN.)
small boobs means i can show more cleavage cause there really ain't nothing to show. smaller boobs means less nipple-slips in bathing suits.. actually that's not completely true.
OH WELL. i'm fine with my boobs. i'm not just fine with them, i'm HAPPY with them. try to change my mind and i'll kick your shins :]

you are my therapy.

talking to you is so easy for me. you know how to make me feel better in any situation. even if i just need a hug.

i would never change this relationship.

what happened to bedtime?

i've been sleeping hella late lately. last night i came home at four in the morning. oh god.

sleeping has turned into knocking out.