i'm tired. not quite sure why, but i am.
YESTERDAY:

shopping with aimee. refreshing. noel's bday. chat with lex.

DAY:

woke up. had lunch with noel. tried new types of sushi at chiba. very good. went to fashion valley. walked around. fell onto a love sac. rented american adobo. found 11 faces. went to pb. stepped into atomic shoes. next door. got a doreamon bag (one of a kind). thift shopping. walked. bj's pizza and beer. home. watched american adobo. here.

END

i got complemented on my hair today by some random woman. i thought that was cool. pres did some work for one of the thift shops. very nice. noel, i am all talk. i'm afraid of what will actually happen. that's my downfall for a lot of things. i'm stupid. i need to get over that inferiority complex. the breeze is strong. the blinds are actually swaying. that's odd. this is what i need: confidence. i think all the constant bashing has finally taken toll on my character. constantly being told to fix my appearance thrashed any bright future for myself. everything i do, there always seems to be a flaw somewhere. i learned that from my mom. no matter what, even if i get my degree, somehow i don't fit the image of perfection. Phuong: every family has their story. (obviously, she didn't want to hear mine). that's true. every family isn't perfect. we strive to achieve this perfect image, we cheat and lie to somehow hallucinate the truth. then again, not all teenagers are parents (ref. american adobo perpetuating the stereotypical fil-am teenage female)

before i forget:
he's a bastard. san diego is a lie. so many damn degrees of separation from this bastard.

it's not good to hate nor bear animosity in the heart. it makes it cold. warm hands mean cold heart. does burning hands mean a frost biten heart? and you're dead.

i'm rather cynical at this moment. it's the tiresome nature that creeps out of me. santicfy me. crucify my soul.

i have a lot of personal belongings. i lose a lot of personal belongings.