tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36407692011-04-21T12:51:02.043-07:00PrincessLiving the life of an asian princess, or at least that's what all my friends think of me.Debbienoreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1094711309820115262004-09-08T23:27:00.000-07:002004-09-08T23:28:29.820-07:00 You know what? Lately, I've become more and more of a chicken. Yep. Me. *Bawk*bawk* =oD I don't know what it is. I remember a couple of years ago when I wasn't ascared of anything! I could walk around campus alone at night and nothing. I could go out at night and be as brave as hercules. I thought I was invincible! But now! I'm afraid of my own shadow. I can hardly sleep at night. I'm almost Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1093761678171867392004-08-28T23:21:00.000-07:002004-08-28T23:41:18.170-07:00I might go down to L.A. to visit Lisa. My dad says I could. But....I dunno. I probably would have fun. But then, it's kind of nerve racking. I'd meet Lisa's friends and stuff. So-Cal people. The other thing is that the tickets would cost so much! I feel bad for spending so much of my parent's money already. During summer quarter, I spent like 416 dollars dinning out. But you know what?? My dad Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1093553943438098702004-08-26T13:44:00.000-07:002004-08-26T13:59:03.436-07:00I've started working out. I'm so busy during the school year that i've lost a considerable amount of weight. No, I mean I LOOK GOOOD! =o) But anyways, So now I feel uber guilty cuz i'm just lounging around, watching t.v. and pigging out.
I moved. To Fremont. We have a pool now. So that helps. Whenever I feel fat, I just jump in the pool do as many laps as i can and I feel better. I don't really Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1093552853956897382004-08-26T13:40:00.000-07:002004-08-26T13:40:53.956-07:00 Wow! I haven't written a blog in almost a year. Lot's have passed. I don't even know where to start.
1. I'm still with Justin. He's the best boyfriend I've ever had. We started off really rocky, but I don't know. I spent Thanksgiving weekend with his family in his hometown and I saw what a really cool person he was. And ever since that time, we haven't really left each other's side. I don't Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1061875536093357022003-08-25T22:25:00.000-07:002003-08-25T22:25:36.056-07:00I don’t like Jeff Corwin. Have you seen him on the Animal Planet? I think he is a prissy little boy. Normally, I don’t watch the Animal Planet, but due to the unfortunate lack of interesting programs on t.v., I have no choice but to venture away from my comfortable Discovery Channel and TLC. I saw him, Jeff Corwin, in I think somewhere in Africa, riding in a land SUV with a group of very dark Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1061185087058111882003-08-17T22:38:00.000-07:002003-08-17T22:38:06.950-07:00So hip cats what’s going on? Nothing much with me. I’ve mostly been doing nothing. I’ve been so bored. Bored out of my mind. Although I have some news. I finally went to the DMV to tell them that I lost my drivers license. It’s in the mail now. I bought a book; How To Get Into Medical School. I’m now beginning to realize how much work I have to do. It’s making me so lethargic. In fact, its so badDebbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1059871629234931552003-08-02T17:47:00.000-07:002003-08-02T17:48:40.996-07:00Okay, long time no post. I know. It's update time.
Silly stuff first:
I got my mom to start waxing. I bought Sally Hansen's wax with the intention of using it on me a month ago. But I have yet to use it. I tried to use it after I first bought it but my hair wasn't long enough. I enlisted the help of my mom and she decided she'd give it a go, her hairs being longer than mine because she is a Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1057641778772568192003-07-07T22:22:00.000-07:002003-07-07T22:22:58.736-07:00I'm 18 years old and guess what. I'm a mom with a 6 year old baby. Or at least, it feels like it. My little brother Willie is basically mine. I'm the only one he listens to. The only one whom he follows and obeys. Of everyone in my family, I am the only one who has ever punished him for doing something bad. I set the ground rules for him, I disipline him, I raise him.
So you know what? I'm Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1056879030985770222003-06-29T02:30:00.000-07:002003-06-29T02:30:30.500-07:00Irritated Dating
I’m feeling a little irritated right now. I just lost a whole blog. Apparently, this stupid site times out after a while and I didn’t copy or save the blog. Anyways, I was saying that I had a dream about one of my friends that I was dating him. I’m not going to spill any details, but it got me thinking as to why I prefer not to date right now. I think I’m tired of short Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-1056793728095134922003-06-28T02:48:00.000-07:002003-06-28T02:48:47.956-07:00Analyzing love with self-conscious hairy updates.
Wow! Loooong time no write. Nothing really important has happened. At least nothing that I want to mention. There was a guy, Patrick. He dumped me. Lets just leave it at that. On the plus side, I made a new close friend. His real name is Justin, but he has many aliases: Lu (stemming from his favorite band) and Harry Potter (courtesy of my friend.Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-860233352002-12-15T00:29:00.000-08:002002-12-15T00:29:52.250-08:00I have been 18 for exactly one minute, oh wait, now two minutes. I feel weird. I don’t feel good. Remember when I graduated high school and I felt like I lost a part of my life? I think I just lost my childhood. I mean, technically I’m an adult now. When I commit a felony, the one responsible is me and not my parents. But I don’t feel ready to take on this responsibility. I’m sure everything willDebbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-845669452002-11-14T23:31:00.000-08:002002-11-14T23:31:39.816-08:00So yea, classes are going good. I got a B on my major paper for English. I can revise it. I have actually. I just have to turn it in now. It isn’t due until Tuesday of next week, but at least that is finished. If I get an A on that paper, then I am really all set for English. I only have one other major paper. We aren’t going to have a final, so I guess that paper will be my final. My subject forDebbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-839909902002-11-03T21:53:00.000-08:002002-11-03T21:53:49.800-08:00Yay! I’m proud of myself. I woke up today around 12:00. I took a shower and ate some lunch. Then I got down to studying. I studied for 7 and something hours. Now I’m going to go back to studying soon. I have a meeting with my English teacher tomorrow. She said that we should come prepared to with some concerns and questions. All I can think of is just to ask her how I’m doing and if there’s Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-838114622002-10-30T22:25:00.000-08:002002-10-30T22:25:31.536-08:00So, I talked to my friend Anna about the whole thing with Cory. She feels like what he’s doing is bullshit. She thinks he’s leaving me out of his life. In a way I think she’s right. I do feel a little bit isolated. I feel like I’m a casual thing of no importance. I feel like to him, I’m “just a girlfriend” the same way as “oh, she’s JUST a girl I know.” I’ve created another “oh no” in my head. I Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-837599752002-10-29T23:33:00.000-08:002002-10-29T23:33:55.800-08:00So, yea, Cory calls me up tonight and says “I only have 20 seconds to talk because my cell phone is going to run out of batteries soon. This’ll be my last call so, goodbye, love you, miss you and all that good stuff.”
Yea, you read right, he said love you for the first time ever. He has never ever ever ever said anything along those lines before. Not even a “hey, I really like you” or a “like youDebbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-837534772002-10-29T20:30:00.000-08:002002-10-29T20:30:55.673-08:00I’m confused. Relationships are weird. I thought I understood them, but I guess I don’t. Or, maybe, it’s just this one guy. So, my boyfriend Cory calls me today and says something along the lines of, “I just called to say goodbye because I’m leaving for boot camp. I’ll miss you and think of you all the time. Okay, bye.” It wasn’t exactly like that, but something close enough. So now what? Where Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-825075262002-10-04T01:20:00.000-07:002002-10-04T01:20:52.350-07:00Update!
Many things have happened. Classes are going good. I only have one really boring teacher and that class is two hours and five minutes long. It’s my english class. My other classes are acting 1 and western civilization. Acting is interesting. My teacher really loves Improv. We have to see a show tomorrow night downtown. It’s so dangerous. We have to see two shows. It starts at 8:30 and Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-820848482002-09-25T00:28:00.000-07:002002-09-25T00:28:36.473-07:00NADS!
That is all I have to say. Nads. It’s the best thing ever. I bought some and I just used it. My legs are hairless and they feel so soft. Yea, college life is good. My friends and I went to every single floor on our hall and just talked to people who had they’re doors open. I met this guy named Alex. I call him boob and he calls me boob too. Only because he was playing with a football when Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-819435932002-09-22T01:01:00.000-07:002002-09-22T01:01:41.626-07:00I’m in Seattle now. I just moved in yesterday. It already seems like I’ve been here a week because of all the things they made us do. I just went out on an exploration. We were put into groups and we went to some place in the city. I went to this Japanese Tree Garden and this historical museum. It sucked a lot because I had to walk everywhere! I miss my home though. I miss San Jose. I miss Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-815887222002-09-14T00:52:00.000-07:002002-09-14T00:52:32.390-07:00Goo Goo Dolls:
I went to the Goo Goo Dolls concert in Concord last night. It was pretty cool. The opening act was Vanessa Carlton, then Third Eye Blind. No one really paid attention to Vanessa Carlton. She isn’t that great. But it is amazing how she plays the piano and doesn’t mess up. Third Eye Blind was ok. I think they only sang one song that actually sounded like it does on the radio. The Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-815862082002-09-13T22:55:00.000-07:002002-09-13T23:01:00.000-07:00I have a problem. My problem is timing. See, I like this guy. But we both are going to leave. It seems like the probability of something happening is miniscule. So I’m stuck. I’m still on that lake, waiting for my fish to bite. But now, I’ve got a small tug and the wind is picking up and blowing me away. My history teacher said to me when I was riding in his car on the way to UC Davis “Even if Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-813468122002-09-09T00:09:00.000-07:002002-09-09T00:09:20.070-07:00I’m bored. I have nothing to say. Nothing has been going on that’s worth writing about. I’m not feeling very interesting right now. But I feel as if you need an update of my life. So I’m just going to tell you that everything is going very slow. Its almost predictable. There’s nothing very exciting. And I don’t feel like finishing my dialogue on my trip overseas. I’ve told those stories too many Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-809863972002-09-01T00:57:00.000-07:002002-09-01T00:57:51.476-07:00Taiwan-II: Life in Taiwan
I truly love Taiwan. It is the best. During the day, it’s hot and humid. There really isn’t anything to do but stay inside and watch t.v. or read a book. Actually, during the day, it’s kind of boring if you don’t go to school or work. But it’s alright because it’s too hot to do anything anyway. At night, when things start to cool down a little bit, but not really, youDebbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-809086182002-08-30T00:48:00.000-07:002002-08-30T00:48:28.543-07:00Taiwan-I: The Plane Ride
So, I’m back from Taiwan and I have so much to tell. I think I’ll start from the beginning. The trip was exhausting. Fifteen hours on a plane. Luckily, I got upgraded to business class because my mom had these upgrade coupons from her work. I have to tell you Economic class on Eva Air sucks so bad! I had to ride Economic back and there is a BIG difference. In business, Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-796795272002-08-01T00:52:00.000-07:002002-08-01T00:52:56.790-07:00Have you heard the singer Avril Lavigne? I think she’s a good singer but I don’t really like her. I don’t know if it’s just her make up, or something, but there’s something I just don’t like about her. I think it’s because I don’t think her dress style matches her music. She’s too pop-y for her style. She’s got a mix of like Jewel, Dido, and Sixpence when she dresses like Garbage or a girl Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-792492322002-07-22T01:53:00.000-07:002002-07-24T00:04:42.000-07:00Infatuations.
I hate infatuations. I always let them go too far. For example, I have two infatuations.
Guy #1; I am better off with because he AT LEAST knows my name and is a cool buddy, though I only met him recently. He’s funny, cute, taller than me, and really nice. He flirts back with me too, which is another plus. (It means that after everything at least he’s attracted to me.) He has Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-792139862002-07-21T01:26:00.000-07:002002-07-21T01:26:26.150-07:00Be proud. Clap for me. I conquered my fear today. Yes, I’m proud too. I went to Great America today with my cousins. I have been on every ride at Great America except for The Grizzly. That ride is just too scary for me. I can ride The Demon, Top Gun, The Vortex, Invertigo, and even Drop Zone. The only one I’ve never been brave enough to ride was The Grizzly.
Even when I’m standing in line for Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-791417002002-07-19T01:09:00.000-07:002002-07-19T01:09:51.000-07:00Remember when you were in grade school and all you played was pretend? The girls would play house. The guys would play fights or war or some game involving guns or battle ships? I wonder why we don’t play as adults. Just because our age grows doesn’t mean our imagination shrinks does it?
I played tonight. Me, at the age of 17, played pretend. I have a younger brother who is 5 years old and a Debbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640769.post-790992762002-07-18T00:32:00.000-07:002002-07-18T00:34:07.000-07:00My summer is ending. Funny though, it’s only July. I can remember in June, before school ended, my friends and I compared our summers. I had a longer vacation than they did. Most of my friends start in August or late August while I start in late September. So…by your calculations, I should have one more month left right? Technically yes, but to me…no. I’m going to spend my August in Taiwan and Debbienoreply@blogger.com