Sunday, 05 July 2009

  • happy birthday to me!

    and interrupting hiatus briefly to report that...

    i'm eighteen years old!

    besides the fact that i am no longer a minor, i am legally able to do a plethora of things.

    i think i might buy some lottery and scratch tickets, and test my luck, possibly winning millions. i could also DECLARE MY INDEPENDENCE and own property, sign my name for purchasing through the TV or internet, CALL 1-800 NUMBERS!!! and order on pay per view, get married without the consent of jet li + madre, DONATE MY BODY TO SCIENCE, and go to jury duty....??????

    i can purchase tobacco now, because i am a HUGE smoker, clearly. i mean, i wasn't hospitalized for my severe coughing fits or anything when i was younger, and i don't have asthma, plus i love smoke in my lungs! i'm totally going to buy me some cigs today.

    not only can i appear in pornographic material, which i am jumping all over this amazing opportunity, i can buy the pornographic material i appear in, or any other pornography that i don't appear in. that means i can go into the back room at the movie rental store downtown, woo hoo! life is grand. oh, and i can legally consent to any sexual relations. and in case i accidently get knocked up, i can get an abortion!


    life as an eighteen year old is great. now i just have to wait another three years before i can legally drink and purchase alcohol, too.

     

    i'm not really doing anything for my birthday today. the fireworks festival for fourth of july in my town is usually on the third, but thanks to the massive amount of rain we've been getting for the past two weeks, the fields were probably way too squishy for comfort, thus was pushed over to the raindate - my birthday! therefore ruining all birthday plans. originally a few of my friends and i were going to go out for sushi and just hang out and have a sleepover, but that'll be postponed for some time later.

    but for now, i think i'm just going to go to see the fireworks with my dear lovely boyfriend.

     

    pce out. life as a minor is now over. kbai.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Monday, 08 June 2009

  • escaping jet li.

    weekdays, my parents generally aren't home,  since the both of them are working. i tend to have the house to myself, and typically, i go out. i'm not much for spending time alone.

    kevin wanted to hang out today, so we decided to go to my house. he hasn't met my parents yet, and is quite terrified to do so, because he's heard stories about my dad, or as we, and the other guys, like to call him - jet li. he knows that jet li is quite the stern fellow, and very much serious. thus, he thinks it is best if he is clear away from jet li's visual vicinity.

    usually, jet li doesn't get out of work until four in the afternoon, arriving home at four ten.

    kevin wanted to leave my house at three fortyfive, just to be safe, and without a single chance of jet li's arrival home. but i didn't want to leave until three fifty.

    which was a bad move on my part.

    it was three fifty, and we were in my room, when suddenly i heard the garage door opening. i wasn't sure if it actually was my garage, because it was too early for jet li to be returning home. but as i walked into the living room to peak into the garage, there it was.

    his black mercedes.

    "SHIT!" i screamed, and ran back to the hallway where my room was, where kevin was walking out, and i told him to hide in my closet, because jet li was home.

    i was freaking out. i didn't know what to do. i could feel my heart pounding a thousand beats per second.

    jet li walked through the doors from the garage, and into the house, as i ran back to the hallway.

    "what're you doing?" he asked me. of course it looked suspicious that i was suddenly running back to the hallway. i picked up my hair straightener, and looked at the plug.

    "i thought i left my hair straightener on!" i replied, "but looks like i didn't. phew!"

    jet li began telling me about what his doctors found out at his appointment today.

    oh yeah. he had an appointment today. that's why he was home early. shit.

    although i was fully engrossed in my conversation with him, i was also thinking about how i would get kevin out of my house, and back home to his, without getting caught.

    after jet li walked away to get the mail, i ran back into my room, to tell kevin the plan was for him to jump out my window, and run down the street, and i'll call him when i get into my car. but the thing was - he'd be without his shoes, considering they were by the door to get into the house. before he could say anything, i walked away to grab the swiffer vacuum.

    "i'm going to vacuum my room, then i'm going out to staples!" i told my dad, as i was about to walk back into my room.

    "WAIT!" he yelled, and i stopped short in my tracks completely, thinking he had caught on to my act, "what do you need at staples?" i told him i needed printer paper, "i have some downstairs!"

    . . . oh.

    "well, i need to run errands, too." and i made a list of things i needed to do. he rolled his eyes at me, asking why i couldn't do it earlier, and i scurried off to my room, closing the door.

    i turned on the vacuum, as i moved my bed away from my window - because my bed's headboard blocks the opening of the window. as i opened my window higher, and moved up the screen, too, kevin climbed out of my window, and went down the street.

    i quickly grabbed my wallet and keys, and ran out my room, noticing my dad went downstairs to the basement.

    "bye!" i shouted, "i'll be back!" he told me to drive safely, and i sprinted out of my house, grabbing the chucks by the door, only to see kevin, shoeless and miserable.

    i turned on my car, drove up to him, and he jumped into the passenger seat.

    "we are never doing that again," he told me.

    we could only help but nervously laugh with one another over what had just happened.

Saturday, 06 June 2009

  • graduation.

    and now, i am officially out of high school.

    i graduated!!!!!

    --
    now with photos.
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    with the crazy sister.

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    getting the diploma.

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    michelle and i, with our diplomas.

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    i love becca frosh!

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    she wishes she were azn, too.

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    jiaj and me!

Monday, 01 June 2009

  • dreamland.

    yesterday, the wind blew by us so fast, i felt myself lift off of my feet. it was like a hurricane, minus the disaster.

    as the rain flew by on and off, on and off, the clear blue sky would occasionally attempt to peak out from behind the gloomy clouds.

    kevin and i sat in my car, at our parking lot, waiting for planes to land, watching the rain brush my windows.

    we decided to get some ice cream down the street, while it wasn't raining. we drove down to the parlor, getting whatever delicious dairy goodness we felt like having, turned around, and there it was.

    the rain.

    and once we drove back to our parking lot, we saw all that seemed magnificent.

    double rainbow

    we could see the arc, from beginning to end.

    and at that moment, everything seemed okay.

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

  • pedicures, manicures, and vietnamese people.

    this weekend, my sister came home due to the horrific fact that her loving boyfriend kindly requested kicked her out every weekend until june twentieth.

    uh huh.

    well, he has his super duper major med exam on june twentieth that will thus allow him to start his residency. therefore, he is majorly studying every day until then. ay dios mios. and since my sister is not working on weekends, she could be of major distractions when she's around doing who knows what, or saying this or that and blah blah blah.

    thus, she has migrated over thirty minutes north just to sisterly bond with harass me.

    on sunday, after sprawling out on the couches for a good two hours talking with my mother and sister, and after buying ten lobsters for $4.99 per pound, my sister and i decided to have a girl date. we ventured downtown - with me driving the automobile, walked the crosswalk, and stepped beyond the doors of "the best nails".

    lobster
    these are lobsters.
    we showered them with hot water.
    hehehehehe.  

    we looked around the seemingly busy nail salon, noticing the five salonists (is that what they're called?) were asian -  not just asian, vietnamese. they stared at us for a good five minutes, and then one woman asked my sister what we were looking for. my sister asked if the two of us could have the pedicure and manicure set. after directing us to the selection of colors we could choose, they sat us in the massage chairs and placed our feet in the soothing hot tub massager thingers, and then the adventure began.

    as i sat back to relax in the blissful massage chair, i noticed the ditzy blonde woman next to me ooh-ing and ahh-ing about how wonderful the chair was, and how it felt like hands on her back. noticing my sweatshirt, which was a tennis sweatshirt from my school, she asked me when i would be graduating - if i hadn't already. i told her i was graduating in two weeks, and she freaked out, exclaiming her nephew (we'll call him bob?) is in my grade, and graduating, too.

    cue five vietnamese people (four women, one man - who was actually touching my feet at the time) talking amongst themselves, loudly, about how ridiculous the ditzy blonde woman sounded.

    on a side note, i hate when people touch my feet - because i hate feet. carry on.

    as these vietnamese people are discussing the various customers - who's fat, who's ugly, who's pretty, who's snobby, who has nice feet, who has ugly nails, etc etc etc, they suddenly stop to look at my sister and i. the two of us are trying to mind our own business by listening to our music, but we can't help but glance at whoever they're talking about, whenever they're talking about them.

    suddenly, they caught on.

    "so... where you girls come from?" the woman who initially greeted us asked, slyly but surely. my sister answered, saying we were born here, but we're vietnamese. suddenly, the expression on all of the vietnamese people's faces changed so quickly, we didn't even notice the facial movements. "you understand what we say, yes?" we nodded our heads slowly. they all laughed nervously.

    "looks like we can't say anything else," said the man, massaging my feet (blegh!), under his breath.

    "ha... hahaha... we thought you were chinese," said the first woman, who pointed at me. i guess i look chinese.

    they continued to work on our feet (blegh!!!) and attempted to speak amongst themselves in vietnamese under their breaths. we no longer zoned in on whatever they were saying, and zoned out into our own music.

    after finishing our pedicures, they migrated us to get our manicures done, where i had the woman who initially greeted us, and my sister had the same bitchy girl who did her pedicure.

    the woman who was doing my nails began interrogating me about my life, such as where i am going to school, and for what profession. do i have a boyfriend? is he vietnamese? oh, he's not vietnamese? "that okay, boy don't need to be asian. what is he?" irish. "oh. *scrub scrub scrub*"

    there i was, just smiling silently, as she grabbed ahold of the color i chose for my fingernails, when out of nowhere she exclaims "ACTUALLY!" pause, "how about we do french manicure for you? no extra charge. french manicure cost five dollar more than manicure." my sister and i graciously agreed for her courteous offer, and watched as they did our nails.

    after our nails were painted, my sister and i sat in the seats where our toes and fingers would dry, while watching the two women who did our nails panic. the woman who did my nails spoke hysterically in vietnamese, saying "they know, they know! they understand us!" where as the other woman seemingly shrugged off the situation, then exclaimed "what if they tell?!"

    the two women rapidly walked over to my sister and i.

    "pay for only pedicure, we do manicure for free." the woman who did my nails winked at the two of us, "you're vietnamese. it's okay." and she walked off.

    fifteen minutes later, after paying and receiving nicely painted nails, we walked out, perplexed over the entire situation.

     

    "don't ask," my sister said, "it's better if we don't question anything at all, and just appreciate our new found luck."

Friday, 22 May 2009

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

  • allergies and the swine.

    the weather has been awfully awkward lately. with rapid temperature changes, from nineties to sixties to eighties to forties, i'm simply unable to keep up.

    damn new england weather.

    not to mention pollen is e v e r y w h e r e, which is horrible for my allergies. i'm dying. srsly dying. it wasn't that bad until recently. now i'm sniffing up a storm. my nose is all yuck and runny and making my throat all irritated and blegh and blah and guh.

    nonetheless, life must go on. i'm just taking loads of medication again, just to try to supress my stupid allergy symptoms.

    this morning as i was getting ready for school, sitting in the hall in front of the mirror, messily curling my hair as quick as possible, my nose was all sniffly and runny and yuck. my dad, whose room was behind me, walks by me and into his room, stops, turns around looking at me through the mirror, and grills me for a good minute.

    "you're sniffing your nose," he said in his very stern voice.

    "yes, why yes i am sniffing my nose."

    he pauses before saying anything, watching me continue to take a strand of my hair at a time and roll it around the curling iron. as his eyebrows furrowed, he exclaimed "do you have the swine flu?!"

    . . . huh?

    i took my hair off the curler, turned around, and stared for a good five seconds.

    "allergies. i have allergies." i responded to my dad, dumbfounded. he shrugged his shoulders, turned around into his room.

    "allergies might turn to the swine!"

     

    i do not understand his logic.

Sunday, 17 May 2009

  • i told my parents i'm dating.

    this morning, i told my parents about kevin. these past few years, they've known i've dated a few people, but they also knew that it never got serious, or went anywhere.

    my mom woke me up around ten in the morning to shower and take my car to the service for maintenance. after i pampered myself and made myself visible for public display, i walked out into the kitchen, where my mom was readily pouring gelatin into individual sized bowls, and my dad was sitting at the dining room table, mixing up a few tracks for their next big mid-life-crisis-asian-rave-party.

    i hovered my mom for a good two minutes before she looked over her shoulder. "what do you want?" she asked.

    she knows. after many years, she's come to realize that when i hover, i want something, or i have something important to tell her.

    "uh," i paused, looking around the kitchen as my mom focused on pouring the gelatin mix perfectly into the mini-bowls, "i'm dating kevin now."

    she stopped pouring, and looked up.

    "huh?!" my mom began to say some things in vietnamese quickly, and under her breath, "my baby?!?! my baby girl?!?!?! dating?!?!?!?!?!" my dad took off his headphones and looked over.

    "what's up?" he said. i walked towards him, and repeated. "oh." he didn't say anything for a whole sixty seconds. i held my breath, expecting him to blow up and say something outrageous.

    i've been dreading the moment i'd tell my parents i'm seriously dating someone, kevin, for a good three weeks now. in my mind, i've imagined multiple scenarios as to how they would react.

    my first imagined scene would be me telling my mom first, and my mom telling my dad, then my dad taking a pile of plates - five to be exact, and slamming them onto the floor while screaming, "THIS IS RIDICULOUS!" and storming off.

    my second imagined scene would be me telling my parents, together, at once, and them saying "let's meet kevin." their initial reaction would be serene and peaceful. but as soon as i bring my parents and kevin into the same room, then i picture my mother hovering him, seating him at the dining table, and shoving all of her wonderful homecooked meals down his throat while my dad attempts to talk golf, golf, and more golf. as soon as he leaves, my parents would tackle me saying "we don't like boy." or something like that.

    my third imagined scene would be me telling my mom who would tell my dad which would lead to me on the streets. kbai!

    as i stared at my dad, while he zoned out for a good minute, he looked at me, almost laughing, and says "i already knew that."

    HUH?! what does he mean he already knew that?!

    in the meanwhile, my mom was wailing in the background about her baby all grown up, while my dad smiles at me and says "well, you're at the age when you need to really start dating anyway. get some experience, you're growing up."

    he proceeded to tell me the story about an abusive couple he saw while on his cruise last week with my mom, and how apparently there was a young couple, in their mid to late twenties, arguing on the ship. my mom was up on the deck tanning while my dad was walking laps on the rooming floors. the woman in the relationship screams "FUCK YOU. GET AWAY FROM ME. YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING." while the man in the relationship yells back "I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT BECAUSE I'M DATING YOU."

    then my dad ended that example with "don't let him do anything you don't want to do."

    and that was that.

    my parents are a riot. i never know what to expect next.

Sunday, 10 May 2009

  • promenading on a friday night.

    this past friday was my senior prom. that was a good time. i wasn't too excited for it, though. as the friday drew nearer, my enthusiasm level wasn't incredibly high. "oh, maybe i'll be excited once i get my hair done." i got my hair done, and didn't really care. "oh, maybe once i actually put on my dress." yeah, whatever. "oh, maybe once i'm taking pictures with everyone else." /shrug. "oh, maybe once i'm actually at the hotel."

    true dat.

    it was a pretty good day. friday, seniors were released from classes at noon, where jiaj, michelle and i proceeded to eat thai food for lunch. yum! then i went to my hair appointment soon after, and my hair only took a little under an hour to do. not bad!

    afterwards was cram time. i picked up ned's boutonniere, went home to fix my makeup, put on my dress, then i was out the door by four to meet everyone at a friend's house for pictures.

    there were a lot of people there.

    hair

    from the front, my hair looked like this. it was basically a whole head of curls, and pulled to a poof in the back. when ned saw my hair, he told me that my hair made me taller.

    i felt kind of left out at the pictures, since everyone was taking pictures with their dates (obviously) and mine was meeting me in the city at the hotel - it was easier that way, instead of making him commute back and forth from where he lives into the city then into my town then back into the city then back to my town then back into the city to go back to his town.

    with julie

    she's one of my favorite sophomores. srsly.

    with

    my dear lovely patrick! he told me he spent two hours in his dorm with his friends straightening his incredibly curly hair for prom. the curls were back by the end of the evening due to our excessive dancing.

    three 

    erin, pat and me. we're so typical with our myspace-esque picture.

    azns

    michelle, jiajun and me! we're so azn.

    cutest couple

    finally at the hotel, where my date decided to arrive! erin claims she and pat won the cutest couple award, but clearly, ned and i had no competition whatsoever.

    us with ned

    ned is such a pimp.

    with ned

    oh, this boy is so funny.

    with pat

    patrick, again! i love him so much. by the way, check the corsage. ned got me a wicked cool corsage where, instead of using an elastic to go around the wrist, it uses a snap bracelet!

    with azn

    my favorite azn.

    wicked g

    we're wicked gangster.

    all in all, prom was a good time.

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    • Name: brenda
    • Birthday: 7/5/1991
    • Gender: Female
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  • i love. i love taking pictures. i love smiles. i love hugs. i love sunny days, blue skies, grassy fields. i love people. i love happiness. i love love.
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to do list.

- spend a day completely to me, myself, and my thoughts.
- publish a compilation of short stories.
- fall in love.
- build a snowman.
- kiss under a mistletoe.
- enjoy an entire evening under the stars.
- experience a natural phenomena.
- jump in a pile of leaves.
- travel to paris.
- get lost in the city & find a small cafe and cute boutique.
- learn how to ice skate.
- kiss in the rain.
- be in two places at once.
(like in a walk to remember. :)
- fly in a hot air balloon.
- white water raft.
- build a giant sandcastle successfully.
- see a broadway production.
- learn how to cartwheel.
- build a secret treehouse - a place to pass my time.
- visit NYC.
- participate in a squirt gun fight.
- make a list of 100 things that make me happy.
- take a photo a day for a year - compile into a book.
- inspire someone.
- catch fireflies.
- send a love letter - anonymous or not.
- buy a meal for a homeless person.
- spend a day cloud watching.
- introduce two people who fall in love.
- send flowers to a random someone.
- travel. everywhere.
- learn at least three more languages.
- throw a boomerang.
- receive a love letter.
- picnic at midnight.
- go to saigon.
- say 'yes' to everything for a day without telling anyone.
- make a gingerbread house.
- tell someone how i feel about him/her through hangman.
- be serenaded with a boombox.
- kiss at the top of a ferris wheel.
- climb a tree.
- spend a day people watching.

list to be continued.
  • ipinkyflower
    HI Brenda, somehow i am your xanga partner!
  • cindymaysunshine
    Like the hair done on the prom Just out of my curiosity, where are you from Brenda?
  • muhammadarham
    hi ^_^
  • signet56
    so are you going to read that book about creating the perfect love? thanks for the recommendation an putting it out there...i may check it out
  • xoxazn_gurlxox
    Hi Brenda.=)...I (among everyone else) absolutely love reading your blog simply because your writing is extraordinary.♥ Congratulations on all the popularity...you're almost like a bestselling author. Maybe someday you'll even publish bestselling novels.=)