Interests:Coffee houses, Polyphonic music, Hiking, Last minute spontaneous activities, Art house films, Hot intellectuals, Anyone not into the scene Expertise:reading souls Occupation:Therapist
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
I Miss You...
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
lol so I try to watch random french videos everyday to improve my French. And I stumbled upon the most adorable little girl. It might be too cute for you guys to watch. haha
I rummaged through a drawer at my parent's house last night, looking for some old sheet music I wanted to play. Amidst all the other pieces of paper that were in there was a Motel 6 Employee of the Month certificate that my mom received thirteen years ago, only a year after my family and I immigrated to the United States. I stopped and thought about how hard it must have been for my parents to get to where they are at now. I forgot how poor we were back then and it amazes me how my family got to be where we are now.
My parents used to work pretty menial jobs, whether it was
housekeeping or care-taking for the mentally retarded. They did that for about six years until eventually going back to school and finding better paying jobs. I remember living in this run down one bedroom apartment, and having to sleep in the same bed in my parent's room with my older brother. I used to be so jealous of the other children who had their own rooms and closets full of fun and wonderful things. Even though our family did not have much, those early years were the years I was the happiest. I didn't need anything big to keep me happy. The great times with my family and friends made up for all the material goods I lacked.
I put the certificate in drawer where I put all my treasured belongings. One day, when I'm successful, I'm going to frame that certificate in my office, next to my degrees and such. It'll serve as a reminder of where I came from. I can't wait to work and have more money, so that I can shower my parents with nice gifts.
I hope I will be a great parent too when I have kids
Remember the words we used to speak
The promises made have turned to all apologies
The weight of the storm of memories
Still you’re flying to fight the force of gravity
Do you cry your eyes asleep?
Is it peace you seek at night when your body's weak?
Did it leave you with the scars, of a war-torn ravaged heart?
Do you cry your eyes asleep?
I remember the days I still could breathe
Now I'm sinking beneath, the waves are crashing over me
The empty space I lay between
Is all that's left of where our love was meant to be
It has been awhile since I've updated this blog. Publically, I mean, since I make private entries every few days. These last few weeks have been hectic because of school, teaching piano, musical therapy at the hospital, event marketing for my internship, being an occasional socialite, and
preparing new pieces for my upcoming recital. I wish there were more
hours in the day.
My dating life has been depressing lately. I broke it off with the guy I've been talking to for the last 4 months, mainly because he was way more into me than I was into him (he asked me to move in with him after I graduate!). I didn't want to lead him on and end up breaking his heart later on. At this point, I don't even want to try the dating game anymore. I'm sure I can easily find a boytoy or whatever, but I don't want that. I want a guy who's fucking amazing. A guy who can turn me on just by his words and his thoughts. What saddens me is not that I am single, what saddens me is that nobody is good enough. But why lament? I shouldn't settle till I find what I'm looking for.
I really do think that amazing special someone is out there for me. I just have to believe in everything that can happen, cause
my belief plus the belief of all you other dreamers out there = real
hope
I've noticed that the best thrift/vintage stores are located around rich neighborhoods (specifically the Orange County areas). My friend just bought a really nice sofa and a loveseat set for 30 bucks. I kid you not.
To think, all of these she bought at a thrift store (sans the artwork)! Apparently really rich people like to give away all their nice items to the needy (probably to throw away more money on something better).
