I saw her in concert, although i didn't know who she was at the time! This is such a sweet song. I typically don't like such happy sappy music like this. I'm more drawn to i hate you music, like stuff from maroon 5. But this song is just so fitting right now.
So lots of exciting things are happening these upcoming months. healthwise, i'm falling apart.
i have the new Harry Potter, and i've read about 1/3 of it. Thing is, i'm super duper busy, but can't seem to put the book down. It just sits there, on my bed, glaring at me, tempting me, whispering, "read me, read me...you know you want to." ahhhhhhh...and i succumb to the temptation!! it's soooo bad. hahah. By the way, don't comment me on what's gonna happen in harry potter. I will kill you.
So cute. My own little bear dog. My chow chow. My mom doesn't want a pet. She thinks it's too much work. Although i really want one, i'm afraid that i won't be responsible enough. Not irresponsible in the sense that i'll treat my puppy badly, but not treat it well enough. And i never get into anything unless i can dedicate 110%. Maybe that's why i take too few risks? I keep waiting for the opportune moment when i can fully immerse myself in something...unfortunately, it doesn't happen too often. My priorities right now don't exactly correspond to my comfort. I got to stop stressing. my mom can see me losing weight. I don't want her to see that. I don't want her to worry.
So Paris Hilton was recently released from jail. And why was it such breaking news? Every single channel was broadcasting about paris hilton, walking out of jail in minial make-up, her SUV suffocating from the throng of paparazzi. wat the hell? i really don't get it. i still can't figure out why she's famous. Once again, I'm dissapointed by the American news.
My Project Vietnam people are holding a masquerade ball charity event this weekend in socal. I wish I could be there. I miss my fellow humanitarians.
Medical Mission 2005 - Hai Duong Province.
Medical Mission 2006 - HCMC, Hanoi, Hai Phong
Don't mind our gang signs. We're holding up PV for Proj VN.
I wish I had more pictures of the team. we should do more group pictures. but with a group of 150, it's pretty much impossible. I love going overseas on medical missions. It's so rewarding. I always learn so much, make great friendships, and most importantly, give to the people. You guys should join me some time!
My perfect guy would be someone who enjoys doing mission work, just like me. It would be a dream come true to be able to share experiences amazing as these with someone special. Actually, his interests should not be limited to just overseas missions, but also community outreach in underserved communities here too. I want him to share in my passion, in what I love.
By the way, I have more funny stuff for you guys (from the same Facebook group as before):
I watched Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School today, and learned something. The commandment of the episode was something like, learn to play or be played. They were taught that there are 5 types of guys out there, and 4 of them should be avoided. The types are ranked based upon the following categories:
1. Charisma 2. Sexual Aptitude 3. Profitability 4. Sensitivity
The types follow:
1. The PLAYER: highest in charisma, then sexual aptitude, quite low on the rest 2. The PAROLEE: highest in sexual aptitude, next is charisma, quite low on the rest as well 3. The PUSHOVER: highest in sensitivity, and quite low on all 3. This is the guy most likely to do whatever u want. 4. The PROFESSIONAL: highest in profitability, and low on all the rest. This guy is most likely to choose work over u. 5. The URBAN RENASSAINCE MAN: aka mr. perfect. 25% on all 4 categories.
I wish i had the pie charts to show you guys. Then i can give u more quantitative detail. oh well.
Anyway, the first 4 should be avoided, obviously. I realized that I've been dating the wrong guys! Ok, so I've dated 3/5. Guess which ones they are...and I will respond based upon your answer.
If type 5 did not exist, and honestly, i really think that he doesn't...(shush all u girls who are like, "my bf!"), then i would choose type 3. I'd like a guy i can boss around. hehe.
Ok, so take a guess!
Anyway, to change the subject, i found a lot of really nerdy funny things on a facebook group called, "If I were an enzyme i would be DNA helicase so i could unzip your genes." They're hilarious. Enjoy!
extra credit queston: synthesize wine from H2O. This person drew H2O + God ---> wine. Reagents are 1. Holy Spirit/THF, 2 H3O+ . HAHHA..this one is my favorite!
I've only gone through half of the pics in this group. There will be more coming...
So recently, I thought back on the men that I've been in serious relationships with, and men whom I've dated. Most of them, I can look back upon gladly and say, "what the hell was i thinking?" That's always nice because then I know that it was all for the better. There are a few though (very small number), where I wouldn't mind dating again. And this always baffles me because then i wonder why things ended in the first place. Obviously, if the relationship ended, then there was a mighty good reason for it to, so why would i consider dating them again? ...strange.
And speaking of reminiscing about relationship past, I remember back in middle school/high school when i was still so inexperienced with boys. A mere smile from my crush would have made my day. I remember having the most massive crush on this 8th grader named eric. See, now since i was only in 7th grade, he was totally out of my leauge..hahaha. But everyday in first period wood shop, he would come in to pick up the attendance sheet and I would take short glances over, just hopeing for that smile. And when I liked anyone, it was always, "don't tell anyone ok? I don't want him to know..." ahahaha. I was the biggest dork/nerd/totally unattractive little girl then...Not much has changed hahaha....But it's so absurd, and at the same time so interesting how we quickly grow out of all this. I can't even remember how i learned to flirt and become a sexy beast.
But back to eric. I actually wrote him a note, saying how he was gorgeous and described who i was to him (omg...such a freak) and concocted this plan using like 2 other people, to deliver this note to him. And i kept waiting and waiting for some sort of response. I got nothing, nada, zilch....AND he stopped smiling at me. *ouch* Man, what stressful days those were.
