Day 6: Pet Peeves

My pet peeves:

Pretending to be someone you are not.

Simple enough. 

Day 5: What song inspires you

I have many songs that inspire me. Some with words others without. However here are a few of my favorites. Warning: I listen to a wide variety of music from soft, classical to loud . . . not so screamo but hard metal. 

You're Making It Come Alive - My Favorite Highway

I can listen to this one over and over again. I just love it. 

Sound the bugle  - Bryan Adams

The lyrics speak for itself. 

Jane Zhang - Wo Yong Suo You Bao Da Ai

Favorite Chinese song. Ever. Love it. It is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Literally. 

Here is the rough translation of the lyrics: 

The breathless whisper of a single verse
And loneliness blossoms within my heart
The shimmer of a single dream
And my world is undone
The memory of a single tenderness
And the sting of love reignites my wounds
In the moment when a single tear falls
All hatred becomes a distant blur
I can love you with all that I am
But even this cannot return you to me
From now on I will live as a shadow
Forever in the past...

Day 4: Your Parents

Like all parents, mine are dorks. My mom is just more sophisticated about it :)

They are completely different yet the same on so many different levels. While my dad is happy with whoever I marry, as long as he is worthy, my mom said she would prefer a white guy. My dad says toilet paper my mom says paper toilet. My dad is totally fine with me dating my mother is not. She literally picks my outfits, does my hair, and gives my date the asian eye when he picks me up. She is extremely protective of me. 

My parents have shown signs of affection. The occasional peck occasional peck here and there. But as I grew older and Angel started middle school . . . they've become more daring in front of us. Gross. That's all I have to say. 

I love my parents. Me and my mom are twins but our thinking process is different . . . which makes for a very dangerous house if we fight. My dad was the one who got me hooked on reading and writing. My mom is a hair guruist (if that is even a word) and her make-up skills are perfection itself. I learned everything from her. She taught me to dress right as well. My wardrobe is because of her. I would never have picked it if it weren't for her. I have her to thank when I get compliments. My dad . . . we have great conversations together. Whenever I have boy trouble I go to him. Weird. It should be my mother but I already know what she'll say: "Boys have cooties. Just stay away. You can't date until you are 30 anyways. Just wait for college. Why do you even have to bother with them at school?" It's the same everytime :)

I honestly don't know what I would do without them. 

Day 3: My first love

Me, with my day-dreamy, naive personality, has always believed in "Once upon a times" and "Happily Ever Afters". My first thought that came to mind about "My first love" was a person. . . But it can be any thing. "Happily Ever After" is happiness in its truest form. Despite everything you went through it's the one thing that you can go back to. Your comfort food, your stress-relieving hobby. For me it was the rain. I can always remember looking out at the rain and wishing I could just run out into it. Even in the humid land of Taiwan rain was my favorite weather. Seattle is my favorite place ever because of it's rainy nature.

There is something so magical about the rain. I feel so peaceful even through it's angry moments. I can play piano, read a book, or cook (or in my case attempt to cook) peacefully without a care in the world. After the storm or the light shower, I love how the sun breaks through. Making the dew on the leaves sparkle like tiny snowflakes. The pavement shine, blinding your eyes. Beauty in it's truest form, it makes it hard to not believe in a God.

My foolish trust

To everyone I know I have this naivety about me that allows me to give my undying trust to everyone I meet. 


However I have the biggest trust issues. Everyday feelings and thoughts of distrust flow through me. 


I am a easy-flow kind of girl. I go with the flow and do what is asked of me. You can go ahead boss me around I don't care. It's your problem. I know who I am. I know my standards. I just don't like being in charge. You never know who likes your rule or not. And I rather be in everyones good books. 


But because of this characteristic of mine, people walk over me. They take advantage of me. They use me. They do whatever the crap they can to control me. 


Distrust sets in. Anger. Frustration at being walked over. Looked over despite all my efforts to please. Despite all my efforts, what I do is given to someone else to take credit for. 


Despite all these things I continue to give them my trust. Distrust will knock on my heart all it wants but I won't let it in. 


Why?


Why do I continue to believe they are good when obviously they don't care for anything but the power they can grab hold of?


Why do I continue to live as if no injustice has happened?


Why, why, why?


I ask myself this every time. This thing has been going on for years. I have seen good, kind people show their ugly, true face when they are given the opportunity to be in charge. They want to feel important, don't we all? However I don't want to grab that attention that way. 


I feel pathetic. Oh how stupid. How ridiculous. 


The only answer I can come up with is that I . . . don't want to always see the evil in everyone. I want to see the good. No matter how tiny, no matter if it doesn't even exist. I want to see it. I refuse to believe that people are only capable of fulfilling their insecurities by grabbing power and using those around them, taking advantage of their innocence. In the words of Anne Frank: 


"Despite everything I still believe there is good in every person."


I continue onward. Believing a foolish hope in others eyes. This foolish hope that one day someone will take this gift of mine, that I hold to everyone, inviting all to take in its beautiful radiance, and hold it to their heart. Inviting it to drink it in and make their countenance the brightest I have ever seen yet. 

Day 2: Nicknames

I have a few nicknames. Some come because I am Asian :) and others because I'm tiny and short. So here is a list for you: -Asian -The tiny ninja -Kitty -Lala Yes it is short I'm not that cool to have many nicknames haha.

Day 1: A recent picture of yourself and 15 facts

1. I want to have my blood drawn . . . badly.
2. I get scared really easily and am very ticklish. Very.
3. This first two facts lead into this: stay at least a legs length away from me if you don't want any bodily harm to come to you. This is for your own good and for my guilt-prone conscious as well.
4 I am half-Hmong
5.I am stupidly naive and naively stupid
6. I have random bursts of energy, like a 5-year old, that can only be satisfied by running around.  I want to one day just throw whatever it is I am holding and scream at the top of my lungs then proceed to run out of the room like crazy
7. I really want to get in a fist fight but come out unscathed
8. I'm not really 5'1" the nurse told me I was 2 cm off from 5 feet. So yes I've been lying to you this entire time.
9. I speak 2 languages, Hmong and Chinese, but I understand it more then I speak
10. I have a very broad music taste, I will listen to anything . . . except for rap . . . well it depends on the kind of rap. But still rap is crap with a c in front of it.
11. I have a fetish for making stars
12. I love, love, love, love Thai and Korean food. I can live off of those two for the rest of my life
13. I have a secret obsession for Culver's fried cheese curds, churros, and pretzels with cheese.
14. Family and Friends = VERY important to me. Don't mess with them . . .
15. I cry at everything. I'm very emotional. Puppies and rainbows . . . *sniff* they just get to me. No really I cry at happy moments, sad moments, and when I feel the spirit (even if it's a tiny little whisper)

Oh gasp! An extra fact!

16. I took a psychology color personality quiz. I am a blue and white, exactly even.