Be quiet.

He Loves Me.

Brian bought me a pair of Nike Blazer Mid GS.
Clean. Clean. Clean. Clean.

Thank you, honey.
I'll be wearing these glorious puppies, A LOT.




Sigh, I had been wanting a pair of Blazers like this.
Black, White, and Simple.


Okay, goodnight.

PS: Thuy and I have the same sneakers. HAHA.

My Room is Cleaner.

So as I promised, here are the Before & After pictures of my room.
I think I did a pretty decent job, if I might add.

It took me:
-Hour & a half
-Backstreet Boys playlist
-Britney Spears playlist
-Two bottles of water
-Bag of cookies

Enjoy.

Before&After



Before&After



Before&After



Before&After





The End.
Goodnight.

47. Ain't That Old.

Today was my Mom's 47th Birthday.
And here's how it went:


Grabbed some In-n-Out for lunch.


My dad gave my mom $1000.00.


My brother, Matt, and I got her a Kate Spade wallet.


Dinner at Cheesecake Factory at The Americana.


Cheesy.


Daddy, Mommy, Matt.


My Bistro Shrimp Pasta. Bomb.com


Aw, the Kim Family.


Happy Birthday, Mommy.


Side Note: I'm still in the process of cleaning my room.

Jane is a Boy.

Tomorrow or the day after I shall wear my Nike Blazers.
I've been neglecting them, and not taking full use.
I almost forgot about my shoes, until I tripped over them while getting ready for work.

Hello Blazers.




Side Note:
I'm in the process of cleaning my room.
I will have Before & After (comparing to Jeff's) pictures posted up tomorrow.

Short-Stemmed Daisies.

When I needed them the most, they weren't there.
When I was most vulnerable, they weren't there.
When I felt pain-staking lonliness, they weren't there.

They were never there.
My so called "friends" were never there.

All the time, money, and heart that I invested in these people meant nothing to them.
Nothing.

It's funny how as you get older, you attain this "sixth sense" about people, like sensing the bad, yet your heart feels like a kid and you can't help but want to play, love, and believe that everyone is good. And once they hurt you, it's too late. Your left in the pathetic state of sadness, but that's only temporary.

Rewards: You realize who the good people are, and who your real friends are. The people that actually love you.

As for the bad?
Tonight I stood in front of them and merely laughed.



Because in the end, we were all just here for a good time, right?

I'm So Cold.

I haven't been getting adequate sleep.
I'm consistently tossing and turning in my bed until the wee hours of the night.
I've been losing my mind in the AM with my bed lamp turned on and my mind running loose.

The day that Brian Mammen died, changed everything.
Maybe it's denial. Maybe it's regret. Maybe it's fear.
But whatever it is, it's been eating my heart and I haven't been able to function and think the way I usually do.
A little part of me died that day and it's as if it's never coming back.



It's easy for me to say that I'm sad, but everything will be okay, but I'm not too sure about that when it comes to this situation. I'm sure a lot of people understand how I feel, and I'm thankful for their sympathy and understanding. But I think I need to ride this out on my own.

Life goes on. As sad as that may sounds, it's true.
We may be sad for insert number days, but we all know that life goes on, and humans can only help but focus on the present and future, and perhaps venture off into the past once in a while.



As for me, I'll be sleeping with my bed lamp on for the next few weeks.
I'm not finished playing this one out.

A New Beginning.

I constantly find myself falling under the spell of others.
Constantly doing what other people are doing.
I find it repulsive and very unattractive, yet I just can't help myself.

So I find myself here now.
And I stray away from contemplating what I will write, instead I will write aimlessly, without a purpose.

I don't feel the need to explain myself to you or those around you.
I don't feel the need to say 'I'm not sure what to write,' 'I'm so bored.'
Instead, all I ask is that you simply take me as I am.

Live, Love, Read.

Let's get together.