I’ll admit, I don’t always show my mom that I love her. And I don’t always tell her I love her. But I’m trying to change that. Every time we hang up the phone, I say I love you. And I’ve always posted post-its around the house for her. And she kind of leaves them there until they don’t stick anymore. So today, I burned her a CD for her work and left her post-its in her restroom. And I sat in my room doing homework, waiting for her to go into her bathroom to get ready for bed. And when she did, I ran into her room and gave her a hug. She was so happy and it was all worth it. I don’t mind staying up to do homework because I know my mom was happy with the effort I put into choosing songs and all of that. I really love my mom. She’s been there for me all my life. Even when she knows i’m wrong, she’ll support me and try to explain things to me as best as she can. I’m very proud of her. She works so hard each and every day for the people she loves the most. Her life has never been easy and she’s managed to work past everything and be the person she is today. She can handle using hammer and nails by herself. She can do the heavy lifting, she can cook and clean, go to bed, go to work and do it all over agian the next day. My mom’s really inspirational to me. She’s always tried her best to be her very strongest. Right now, as we all go through this rough patch in life, everyone in my family has our own seperate problems, and we have a problem that we share, but it’s hard to come home everyday and realize how tired my mom really is. She works so hard despite how tired she is. She amazes me day by day. I love you mamabear <3

People say that mentality is the way we think. They say that if we have a certain mentality then things will be different. I mean sure if you say it like that it seems easy. But when you do know that you should move on, stop reminiscing, forget about the past, that relationship, that friendship or that phase or portion of time, it’s not the same. You know that you should. And sometimes, even if you give it your very all to change your mentality, it doesn’t work. You just want to move on and forget about it. You want to stop hurting from the past but even when you struggle with every fiber of your being, it doesn’t work. Why? Why is it so hard. It’s because we’re human. We have flaws, we make mistakes and we can’t always be positive. There’s always that little bit of hope. That “oh, maybe he’ll come back.” “they might miss me”. But the truth hurts. Maybe it’s best if we tell ourselves that “No, he’ll never come back.” “They don’t miss me.” Then we won’t be let down. Then our mentality changes. We become familiar to the negative but when something positive happens, that’s when we can be the happiest. That’s when we’ll feel that extra bonus. Because if we hope for the worst, prepare for the worst but get the best, we’ll be that much happier.

What is a secret? It’s something that isn’t to be shared. It’s something that shouldn’t be told to others. It’s something that is kept between those who know. So for instance, if you like someone. No one else would know except you right? Since liking someone means to have affection towards another, and to have affection towards another, is an emotion, and an emotion is something you feel, then only you would know right? Right. So that itself is something only you know. Know, if you tell someone that you like someone. You just told them a secret, something that isn’t to be shared, something that shouldn’t be told to others. Right? Right. You don’t expect them to tell anyone but, you just told someone. So that secret isn’t a secret anymore because it was shared and told to others because you told someone something that was suppose to be a secret. Get it? So it can only be a secret if you don’t tell anyone at all.

(Source: shuangg)

Last night, I needed people to turn to. And the ones I did turn to, welcomed me with open arms and a shoulder. These people are ones i’ve counted on for so long and I knew they would be there. But they did things that calmed me down on a whole other level.

Thank You, Stacy Huynh. For that very last text message you sent me & for phoning with me despite that you have school today and sounded super tired. That text message just reminded me to stay strong.

Thank You, Emil Leguera. For staying up with me until past 12 o’clock & forcing me to laugh and smile when I felt like I couldn’t. I knew you were tired because you sleep so early and you wake up around 5-6ish every morning but you still stayed up with me to phone with me and calm me down even though you didn’t do your homework. You GMH.

Thank You, George Chiu. That last text message that calmed me down was phenomenal. You’re always there for me to calm me down and get me to think rationally. Thank you for everything you’ve ever done, have done, will do.

Thank You, Favorite Upperclassmen. You two checked up on me over and over again. I knew I could tell you guys what was going on & depend on you guys. Thank you for always making sure that i’m okay.

Thank You, Nathan Quach. For picking up my phone call so late at night and telling me that it was “all gooooooooooood.” that I woke you up. Even though we haven’t really talked in a bajillion years, you picked up and calmed me down so much. Everytime you say “call me if anything”, it makes me feel so much better.

I’m not going to lie, seeing you was nice. I don’t know why you were there & I don’t expect you to tell me why but it was nice. I”ll tell you that. Sometimes, I wonder how you’re doing. And often times I wish I had the guts to just text you and we would talk like old times. You know, whenever I drive by where we use to hang out, I think about you. No one else, but you. You & how we use to be. As hard as it is to admit, you were the best to me. No matter how hard I try to hide that thought and fact, it’ll always remain. But then, at the same time, you were the one who said the meanest things to me. Talk about contradiction right? Haha. I know I sound a little insane right now but no worries I don’t like you like that, in fact! I heard about you & your new girl! Congrats. I hope she’ll wait. I’m not trying to be sarcastic or anything. Its just.. I heard about what happened. And truth be told? I cried. I got real quiet when I found out, cried on the way over to our friend’s house. And when I finally got home, I cried. A real hard, eye hurting, full out cry. Yes, I still care for you & with every piece of information I found out about you, I could feel my heart drop. Little by little as the information soaked in. When I saw you today, I looked at Peter and said “I wanna have a real talk with him. But I don’t think you even want to talk to me. That’s why when you said “was I sitting next to you?” I was in complete shock. All in all, know that ill always care and be here for you. Live life to the fullest. Sincerely, Sharon Huang

I’m the girl who follows the Lakers. I will sit down with you and watch the NBA. I will love to be called babe and introduced as “my girl”. I am far more independent then people give me credit for. I’m all about natural high. I’m always down to go out and have fun. I give you your freedom and space and expect the same. I’m the girl who has a silly laugh that will get you laughing. I’m the girl who can’t control her laughter and laughs at everything. I’m the girl who’s known for laughing at everything. I’m the girl who’s stubborn and won’t let things go unless you apologize. I’m the girl who will help you and give you advice as best as she can. I’m the girl who goes all around 626 and gets yelled at by not her family but her friends. I’m the girl who has protective friends who lecture her. I’m the girl who easily gets frustrated with herself. I’m the girl who assigns herself essays to write because she knows her English grade is crap. I’m the girl who would give the world to live with her 8 years older sister. I’m the girl who knows what a good relationship is and a bad relationship. I have that hello kitty obsession just like many other girls. I’m the girl who never leaves her blackberry. I’m the girl who is proud of where she came from and will never forget it. I’m the girl who tries to balance her time between the different friends that she has. I’m the girl who actually takes time to read books before she goes to sleep. I’m the girl who walks her dog daily and every night. I’m the girl who will remember the most random, smallest things but won’t remember the more important things. I’m the girl who stresses over little things. I’m the girl who laughs at herself during embarrassing, awkward moments. I’m the girl who is loud, and obnoxious at times but will also be quiet and conserved at other. I’m the girl who listens to R&B, rap, & techno sometimes. I’m the girl you can count on to lend a ear and shoulder. I’m the girl who sits outside staring at the stars. I’m the girl who feels at peace staring at the stars or city gazing. I’m the girl who spends money getting her nails done, buying food but no money on clothes. I’m the girl who will go to the mall, spend no money on anything except food. I’m the girl who can’t be easily described. I’m Sharon Huang.

This is kind of a promise my sister and I made. That every once in a while, we would make a “about me” paragraph. To remind ourselves to stay true to ourselves.

You know what I realized? I’m the type of girl who likes to be called babe and introduced as “my girl”. I’m the type of girl who wants nothing but to make my guy proud to have me, you know when you hear his friends go “dayummm, you’re lucky”. I’m the type of girl who will try her best to please her guy. I’m the type of girl who will tease him calling him fat and such. I’m the type of girl who will let him have freedom and expects the same in return. I’m the type of girl who doesn’t need to talk to him all day everyday but just needs to know where he is and that he’s safe. I’m the type of girl who likes to phone every once in a while but won’t need to every night. I’m the type of girl who would put school before the guy at times.

I remember being younger and thinking blazing it was only lighting something on fire. I remember thinking blunt was just being straight forward. Or when stoges were just stooges pronouced wrong. I remember thinking there was only 1 type of ecstacy. Or when a kickback was pretty much just popcorn&movies. I remember not knowing so much. But as we grow up in the corrupted times of today, we learn more and more. But to some those that only know the above and such are immature. But is it really immaturity? Or is it innocence?

Some people say they’re meant to be broken. Some people say they’re the most sacred thing. I remember every promise you made to me. You broke every single one now that you’re going. Although everyone including myself tell me that I shouldn’t care, I can’t help it. Yes, you did do that to me but for some reason I can’t help but care. You were so good to me up to that point. I tell everyone that. People told me that you aren’t worth it. And others say its okay and we just weren’t meant to be. At different times, I agree with different people. I wish we still talked, that’s for sure. People are telling me that you were the best when we dated. I wonder why I still care. Ever since I found out, I can’t stop thinking about it. Why?! How could you let this happen? I can’t believe it and words can only explain so much.

I have a mind therefore I am not an object. Please don’t treat me like an object. Please? It’s not flattering if guys are chasing but treat the girl like an object. I understand sometimes guys are treated like objects too. So everyone, treat everyone with respect. Because everyone has a mind, feelings and a heart. Don’t treat someone as if they’re just a basketball that you can pass around and play around with. And after you’re done you leave them on the side as if they never mattered. They’ll hurt. If they’re girls, they might cry. Don’t spit your game and say those sweet words that’ll have them falling head over heels for you especially if after they do, you plan on leaving them. Because that break will always be there. That broken heart will never be fully mended. That feeling of insecurity, of pain and sorrow, of feeling as if you’re at the very bottom? It’ll never fully leave the person. That feeling could easily come back. And soon, they’ll build a wall. A wall so sturdy so high that nothing can get past it. And if everyone has that wall up, no one will find love. No one will find that happiness. So please, boys and girls, treat each other with respect not like objects.