memories

i swear, i am so out of it lately. I mean, it's like i'm an epileptic sloth. i was basically sitting there, thinking while watching a video, and suddenly, out of no where... BAM! asleep. Then, i woke up in 2 min. thinking, " uh.............................did i just accidentally press forward on this video... or.. did i just decide to blank out for 2 minutes..."

I don't get it. I sleep enough... why the heck am i showing some really bad symptoms. I get so cold easily, even if i stand in the sun and do jumping jacks (which by the way, i have to say, makes me look like a total retard). 

Anyways, to respond in typed word to what a certain someone said to me yesterday: UHHM. it's true. i'm quite sensitive about my blog. i would appreciate it if you would not render my blog as uninteresting/boring/random/meaningless.. or something of that sort. If you don't want to read it, don't read it. This blog is here to express what i think at the moment that i start typing. I am perfectly fine if you disagree with what i say, but i might go ballistic if you categorize my opinions, feelings, emotions, thoughts, (basically anything that i usually hide deep within myself) as boring. that's just really offensive. This blog is an extension of me. If you think this blog is boring, congrats, you just called me boring. yes, you is referring to you, EK.

i'm not kidding. if you make fun of my blog, i just might cry. That would be the same as you telling me " tiffany cheng. you are not worthy of my momentary attention because you are boring. you're welcome" (the 'you're welcome' is completely optional). Otherwise, EK, read it if you want, this blog refers to you way too often anyway. And no, i'm not mad. haha. more depressed that you would jokingly think that my blog is dull. (: j'ai fini que cette histoire.

Oh, btw. if you are reading this. Sorry that it's a shallow portrayal of my day. Well, not necessarily, i think these moments of my day are important. But to you, they may be quite superficial. Nothing i can do. I can't see myself writing an intense blog about my utter appreciation and love for God. good luck with that though.

SO. how did i start out my day?

i have a really pathetic story that conveys me as a total immature little kid. Yet, i shall go on. So, i really like purple yam bread. i know, lame. It's basically the same as yam. with.. bread..

but the yam's purple. So i was all excited, holding my yam bread, getting ready to walk to school.

Walked out of my house, strolling around happily. About to take a bite. noticed my bag was falling off. Fixing the bag......plop. byebye to the yam bread that slowly fell onto the cement. oh god, it reminded me of when i was a little girl, and my family was dirt poor. I had cookies in my hand. cookies that rarely ever got to be eaten by me. Cookies that we rarely could afford. I decided to run with the cookies, and the cookies fell out of the BAG ONTO THE GROUND! SHIET, i cried so hard for those cookies. Obviously i didn't cry for the bread. i just felt a diluted version of how i felt back then. pathetic of me. haha.

OH, and then i decided this afternoon, to accidentally JAM A STAPLE INTO MY FOOT.

pulling that out was NOT FUN.

anyways, here are some things that i thought about today.

For those of you who are boys before flowers fanatics comme moi, I FOUND THE NECKLACE THAT gu jun pyo gives to Jan di! for not 20, not 100, not 250, but for $5!

The scene where he puts the necklace on her, reminds me of a couple i know in real life. So this guy whom i shall refer to with the pseudonym George, liked my friend(pseudonym once more) Amy for quite a while. They finally decided to confront each other's feelings, and for valentine's day, he bought her a heart lock pendant chain necklace  from Tiffany & Co. Oh, it was really sweet watching him adorning it on her neck. It is even sweeter to catch a glimpse of that necklace everyday around Amy's neck. She never takes it off. haha. so cute. not that i'm hinting that i want a necklace or something, because well, i have enough necklaces as it is. i'm quite content with just staring at that mirror everyday. (not in the narcissist way, i mean i like staring at the actual details of the mirror, not.. staring at me in the mirror)

OKAY. something else. Prom pic. samples. I don't know.. i really like this particular picture. I'm not going to get reprints of these though, just because.. well you can't see his face, and you can't see my face. WEll no, you can kind of see his face. but my is goodbyetotheworld. Oh, and there's the fact that i look like i have an extra butt that fell of on to the ground, and then got propped up by a pedestal that is bulging from my dress. Why the hell did they make me prop my foot if it isn't seen...

now, as to the reason why i like this picture. Warning: will be cheesy.

There's something about the way he looks at me in this picture. haha. There's just something about it that makes me smile. It's.. "THAT LOOK" you know. "that look" that someone has when they love someone. I don't know if he did it intentionally. but whatever. i'm glad that was captured on film.

Anyways,

lately i have a fondness of extracting memories, and looking over them.

1. Once when i was small, i vomited on the floor, and oh my goodness, i was crying like CRAZY. Not because i could taste really gross bolus, but because i had gotten vomit on one of my books that my grandfather bought for me. I had to throw that book away ):

2. There was another time where my grandmother bought a whole chicken for my whole family to eat, because there were visitors. Being the little monster that i was, i actually ate the whole thing. that's right. the WHOLE FREAKING THING. How i got that whole thing to fit in my 6 year old tiny stomach, I have no clue.

3. Oh, another memory about eating. My dad came to visit and he brought orange juice from America to China. I ended up drinking it all, since I had not tasted it before. Oh boy was i guilty that i took that tasting opportunity away from my grandparents. I wanted to vomit it up because  i was so guilty. But i realized that wouldn't give any benefit...

4. haha. this one is really stupid. One day, i wanted to help my grandfather clean the floor, so i grabbed the nearest "rag" and started working. And suddenly, i started to hear footsteps and yelling behind me. I realized it was my grandfather screaming " YUAN YUAN (nickname), STOP STOP StOP! that's my FACE TOWEL!" oops. 

5. The first day i arrived in America, my parents took me to walmart ( i still have no clue why they did that.. haha) and i saw MICKEY-DEE's.  (McDonalds). I was so ecstatic. haha. I loved mcdonalds, but then in china, that was more of a privilege for higher class children, whose families had money. but in america. they were EVERYWHERE

and they were CHEAP. i still have an insatiable love for mcdonalds ,even though it's about the unhealthiest thing ever to hit this planet.

6. The first time i went to disneyland, i basically spent most of the day searching for little mermaid to get an autograph. SHE KEPT GOING ON BREAK! I COULDN't FIND HER ANYWHERE. ): i have still yet to see her at disneyland... ): EK, you want to accompany me to find her? please? 

7. A sad memory. The first time i had to stay at home alone for the night, i was so scared. My mother had gone to work (night shift as nurse), and i wasn't allowed to call her and bother her, since she was busy. I held the receiver to my ears until the usual dial tone turned into beeps that signal for the receiver to be returned to its rightful spot. 

8. When i was small, i hated taking baths. One day, as my grandmother placed me in the bathtub, i accidentally tripped her, and she fell. hard. i'll never forgive myself for that day.

9. A grateful memory. My grandfather has never had much money because well first, my family wasn't prosperous to begin with, and my grandmother never gave my grandfather any money (other than spare change). He knew that i had always wanted this scientific experiment set ( that had to deal with electricity currents), and it cost quite a good amount. He knew i had been eying if for the longest time. So for 3 years, he collected his change. Never bought anything for himself. Kept collecting. And ended up buying the biggest set for me, before i left for America. I still don't allow for anyone to touch that set. It's kept at a secret spot. God, i cried so much in appreciation. 

mmm. memories. so many memories that i savor. Somedays, i just take random walks, or i go on a hike, and all i do is think of all those things that make me who i am. even if they are hard times, or if they make me angry and contemptuous. Every little piece of my memory has contributed so much. I hope i never forget these things..although i've noticed lately that i can't remember things as well anymore. :/. I hope that when i'm old, about to go to the other realm, i can reminisce those times that i have been through, and smile.