WISH MY LUCK ON MY MATH TEST TOMORROW. I HAVE A FEELING I'M SO SCREWED BECAUSE I WAS LAUGHING AT OTHERS MISERY FOR THE LAST LIKE FIVE HOURS. YEAHH... OH WELLS. WISH ME LUCK!!!! AND NOT ASIAN FAIL LIKE I DID THE LAST 15 TIMES.
Here I am, studying for math. Where I have a test on the ratio of areas/perimeters/sides, hardass loci problems, tranformations over random lines, finding the equation or parabolas with two arbituary points and quite frankly... I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
"Byeeeeeeeeee" (I think that this is the most general way. LOL. No joke. I usually say it with a little kid voice and stretch out the last syllable. It’s actually really fun! :D. I love saying bye to people like that. It’s probably just me though D:)
Leave silently (I’ve done this before. I’ve literally left without anyone noticing. It was actually quite funny for me anyway. No one knew I left until like ten minutes later and asked me where I was. Wow, they were confused. Of course I found this amusing, why you may ask, I DON’T KNOW.)
Hug them <3 (I just like hugging people? I usually only hug people when I leave somewhere or I see them out of the blue. That’s just about it <3.)
I've only ever been close to a few guys so far. At the beginning they're so enthusiastic and they talk to you every day. And they place so much attention on you. But then, they suddenly become cold and hardly ever talk to me anymore. So... are all guys like that ?
I’m sorry. All I know how to do is run away. I’m sorry for causing all the drama and I really didn’t meant to. But I guess I’ve learned from my mistakes? I don’t know. I don’t know where this will go from now. I don’t even know what will happen. For some reason though, I think that I know the outcome, I think I know how this story is going to end. Maybe we’ll see the ending I’m thinking about but who knows. I’m just really sorry for causing all the trouble. It’s been a very dramatic ride.
Running away solves nothing (I still do it anyway. But that’s besides the point. I’ve really learned the running away can’t be a solution, it isn’t a solution. Avoiding your problems doesn’t mean that it’ll go away. As a matter of fact, it’ll always in a way that will sometimes haunt you. You may think that leaving will allow the problem to leave but it just increases the problem. There isn’t really that much more to say. I’ve run away so much and for so many times, that I really want to stop. Yet somehow, I always run away in the end because I’m scared of seeing what will happen if I stay, scared of trying to actually fix things. I don’t know. But I definitely know that I have to learn to stop avoiding my problems and confront them.)
Sometimes the best medicine is silence (Sometimes, silence is better than trying to talk or trying to argue. Sometimes, it just causes misunderstandings to get deeper and deeper. Sometimes, it’s just better to let everyone cool off for a while to prevent any further bickering. Just shutting up is the best thing sometimes.)
Don’t believe anything you see or here (I had met this guy through my friend over the internet and let’s just say that he wasn’t anything I though he was. I heard he was a nice guy and he acted like one. That’s until some things happened and I just learned that nothing everything you believe is true. Well anywho, being friends with him was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. And just assuming that some people I know are good people isn’t always true. I’ve always thought some other people were innocent and sweet and always happy but that’s just not always true.)
He can make me laugh (This is fairly important. Mostly because of the fact that I cry a lot and over the littlest things. I also cry so easily that it’s actually unexplainable. So I want to find someone to make me laugh when I’m about to cry and when I’m actually crying. Most people I know can’t stop it :/.
He’s understanding (He’ll understand when I’m upset because of the small things. He’ll understand when I get jealous - which is fairly easy. He’ll understand what I’m really feeling even behind all those white lies. He’ll understand what I really want even when I don’t say anything. This is what I definitely want in my partner.)
He’s spontaneous? (Someone who surprises me once in a while. Someone who shows me that they love me in surprising ways. A guy who will do stupid and interesting things for me.)
This is such a stupid debate. I’m debating whether to wait for Carol at the station to scream/hug “Happy birthday!” well you can’t hug that but you get my point. Stupid math test on Thursday is preventing me :/. So in attempt to, that means I have to finish most of my homework at the train station which is like IMPOSSIBLE actually pretty possible with the right tools. Ugh. And no one to wait with and no one to go home with after -.-. So this sucks. Usually it’s this —> FRIEND’S BIRTHDAY=sleep>school. Currently, get home early=sleep. LOL. So much math. So yeah :/
Be there for me for me when I need someone (Be there when I need a shoulder to cry on. Be the one to talk to me over the phone whenever I’m upset. Be the first one by my side when something bad has happened to me. Hug me when I need to feel safe. Hug me when I’m happy. Just be there. Especially be there when no one else it. If you’re there when no one else is, it means a lot more.)
Don’t be afraid to do things (Don’t be afraid to dance. Don’t be afraid to do things that people won’t do. Just do it? LOL. But um, when you like someone, please take the initiative. I like that :D. I have no idea why. But yeah. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want :D)
OMG I'M SO ANNOYED. I KEEP ON TELLING MYSELF TO GO TO THE LIBRARY AND THEN LIKE ONCE I GET HOME I FORGET AND LIKE THE BOOK IS ALWAYS DUE THAT DAY I FORGET AND TODAY IS ONE OF THOSE DAYS AND I'M TRYING TO RENEW MY BOOKS LIKE A FRANTIC PERSON BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE TOO MANY FINES ON MY LIBRARY CARD SO I'M NOT HAPPY ;~;
liking a post doesn’t necessarily mean you actually LIKE like it, its not like we LIKE the fact that you’re sad LOOOL. we’re liking the POST, not what’s in it namsayin???oh wait what… ok forget it. forget it. idk what i’m saying. LOOOOOOL
I think that you’re trying to say that you don’t necessarily like the fact that I’m sad, just the fact that I’m writing. Am I right ^^?
Tell me that you hate me or bad things in general - For the people who I really do love and care about (I’ve hit rock-bottom because of this before. One of the people that I love and care about loved and cared about - I don’t even know what I think about them now - were saying horrible things behind my back. I don’t know why but I think that it’s worse to say it behind my back. Anyway, I was completely devastated and I was speechless. They don’t know that the words that came out of their mouth would be heard by me. I still remember that day that I was out and my friend had told me. I started crying in the street. It will be one day that I won’t forget - July 13th. They still don’t know.)
Show me a death scene / aftermath of a death scene from a movie / movie (This just makes me cry. I don’t know why. It’s like when someone dies I’ll start crying because I feel like I was actually like the family of the dying person or something. I don’t really understand it myself. I suppose that I feel an actual connection to the character because I was watching the movie / drama for so long? Anyway, I usually cry for a long time :/)
Someone leaving someone / some place in a show / concerts - something like that - that is very emotional I guess? (I watched one of the last concerts of U-Kiss with Kibum and Alexander and one with just Alexander and it just made me cry. I was like sobbing almost. I knew that I never actually had a connection with them but I had felt some type of connection. Everyone was crying in both concerts and I was proud of them. I was just crying though because I didn’t watch the concerts until recently and I knew the outcome already. Another situation is those dramas where you know that one person is supposed to like end up with another but they like go somewhere else. This freaking makes me cry because I don’t like sad ending :’(….)
I;m naggy (Like most of the population that know desperately hates this about me but I actually like it. Why? Because one, it annoys people and gives me enjoyment and that and two I feel like I’m actually helping someone even though almost anyone who knows me will scream at me for being too involved.)
I have good memory - decently anyway. (This allows me to study for tests easily. And copy notes and anything that has to do with remembering things. This also allows me to memorize names, faces and numbers quickly :D. I love calling people that I usually don’t talk to just to scare them. I don’t know why :D. And plus, it helps me memorize numbers, well a number well so I’ll know who to call if I ever get lost. I only have like 10 phone numbers in my head right now :/. Now imagine if I was completely lost and no one picked up -.-. Oh, and another use for memorizing things, memorizing numbers and addresses to stalk people :D. Wow, I’m a creeper. :D)
My love for all types of music (I just love the fact that I love so much music. There’s not explanation for this one people :D.)
I’m smart? (Lol, people then ask me with help to study or homework or whatever. And I’m glad to oblige so ask away and I’ll get back to you mad fast. Well if I’m home or near my computer or iTouch with internet :’D. I just like helping ma friends. I’m half a good tutor too ^^)
I have the best parties (yeahh… Haha. Apparently I do. People have good times at my parties even when I’m too annoyed to plan them. They usually work out in the end.)
I have a cool last name ( the awards ceremony last year : announcer: jennifer.. us: WOOO! announcer: sunwa… us: WOOOOOO!
I’m a good FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND (as Carol would put it. I guess I am. I usually put my friends before myself and yeah. I’ll use most of my time to try and help someone before I help myself. I guess that I’m just like that.)
I’m apparently huggable/squishable/tackle-able. (Use your imagination for this one. I don’t know what to explain for this one -.-)
Note: 2-5 is credited to Carol because I became a lazy bum.