We - The rain

Only three more weeks left and it’s the day of the performance! I absolutely love performing, especially in front of people I don’t know because I give no fucks about how they judge me. Did that sound confusing? Let me re-word it: because I don’t know any of the audience members and therefore do not know how they judge, I can relax, not care, and have fun while on stage. 

Performing anything is what I really ask for. It’s so fun and exciting because you get to meet other people that are have the same likes and dislikes of certain things. I always feel connected and accepted with everyone at recitals or something.

Oh! I’m very conceited and I’m the MC again so I’ll be in the spotlight most of the time. Hehe. Gitta see ma face every 3 minutes!!!! 

Wow seriously? You’re going to advertise your body on Facebook and say that you’re an import model? Sorry but no one really wants to see what you “got in store”. 

My best friend makes me very happy. I’m forever thankful to have her in my life. I will never ever leave her. Thank God for the day where she said hi to me for the first time in 9th grade science class. That’s where our friendship started off and now it’s been over three years. Three years man!!! I love her. I couldn’t ask for better. 

If I told you that I was never interested in you, you better understand that i’m not. I dont like to beat around the bush so don’t think differently. Is it so hard to just leave me alone or even not talk to me? I certainly do not care about you once. I don’t even think about you. The only time when I actually think about you is if someone asked me about you.
Do I feel bad? not really. I mean, I already told you, no wait, warned you that I wouldn’t be the best person to be friends with but nope, you had to stick on my like super glue. It got pretty annoying since you always called me everyday and then started calling me every 30 minutes. I don’t have that much time to spend since I’m a goody too shoes in school. At least we did have some fun times on the phone but that was just in the beginning. Soon the boring lifeless phone conversations started and our friendship just got boring. But it’s weird because you really liked those conversations. But if you kept your space and let me have mine, we wuldve been fine and continued our friendship. But I guess that what u get when someone is completely in like with you.

I’m becoming a loser because I study all day and rarely go out. 

So recently I’ve just looked at a blog post from this girl name XiaXue a.k.a. Wendy. I’ll give you the blog link if you want to read what she’s got to say later but first I have a question: Why do people hate on XiaXue so much!?

Personally, I like her. She’s so straight up and doesn’t give fucks about what people think about her, her life, and her style. 

Anyways I just read her post about her friend Nat Ho who is a singer. She linked Nat Ho’s music video onto her blog and I watched it because she was featured in it. But when I read the comments, there was so much hate…. ON XIAXUE. What the fuck right? It’s Nat Ho’s music video but people comment about XiaXue about being fake, a slut, a wannabe. Okay, like she cares at all about what you think.

I think people just hate on her because she’s real and honest and has a different sense of style. I can’t believe she can tolerate all these people who cyber bully her and harass her over the Internet. She expresses her ideas and thoughts over the Internet and if you don’t like what she says then don’t read it! Simple as that. 

Here is her blog:

xiaxue.blogspot.com

Oh how I would love to be a performer instead of a pharmacist. I just love being on stage. I get to be all dolled up and people will actually focus on me for once. I can’t get rid of that wonderful feeling when people listen to you and only you.

I’ve been ignored so very often, but on stage, all eyes are on me. Even at school, people ignore me and I’m a wallflower. But on stage… I feel respected and accepted. There’s nowhere I’d like to be but on stage performing my heart out. 

Understand that I will never care for you again. 

:(

How am I going to ever feel comfortable again.

Ew what’s wrong with the people in my parent’s bank. They all think that I’m 20 or 22 but I’m not even that old. Not even close. One of the staff [old man] hit on me today and tried to get my number but my mom straight up said my age. Ugh. Why can’t boys my age be like that with me ): 

Moral of the story: There are old perverts at the bank.