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One day

I hope that one day, you’ll meet someone.

I hope that one day, you’ll meet that someone who is willing to give you their time.

Willing to use their time, just to listen to you, talk to you, and be there for you.

They might stumble with hesitation, trying to find the right words for comfort and give you the best guidance. But what’s most important is that they’re trying to help you and touch the part of you that aches.

I hope that one day, you’ll meet someone who would give you advice to the best of their abilities. That means it might not be the best advice you could necessarily receive at the moment. Their advice could even suck and make you think, “what the fuck?” followed by your genuine laughter. But you’ll know they were trying for your sake.

I hope that one day, you’ll find yourself wishing there was just one more hour on a 24-hour clock.

Wondering why in the world, it had to be 24-hours. Wondering since when did those hours feel so short. Not just because time seems to fly by when you’re with them, but also because you’re comfortable and truly enjoy having them as your company.

I hope that one day, instead of holding in all your frustrations, you’ll have the persons shoulder to cry on and tell them. Tell them and not hold back. Not holding back any complaints or thoughts that’s been meddling your mind momentarily during the day and all night. And I hope that person has tissue handy to wipe away -not your tears but your snot. 

I hope that one day, you’ll come across this person and they’ll be able to channel your thoughts. Whether it means having company or being left alone for some alone time…or getting you food with some hugs. Because they would understand that the relationship between you two isn’t a commitment but a privilege laid out to you like extra guacamole in your burrito even though you didn’t ask for it. And I hope they’ll know. They will realize how lucky and blessed they are. To have you. To have that extra guacamole on their burrito. ๐Ÿ™‚

And I hope that instead of brushing away their decision to ask whats wrong when you say you’re okay when clearly, you’re looking down, I hope they chose to ask. I hope they notice those oblique eyebrows on your facial expression and change their indecisive decision and work up their courage and ask you what’s wrong. May you chose to tell them on the spot or not, I hope it’s followed by that person comforting you or reassuring that they are there to hear you out whenever.

I hope that one day, you’ll find yourself so comfortable that you’ll be able to talk about what kind of poop you had that morning in public with this person. I also hope that you meet the kind of person when you tell them that you haven’t showered for 4 days straight, their response is, “Ew!” followed by a kiss on your head… and the person tells you that your hair is greasy and lends you a baseball cap as you guys head out for food. Because that’s the kind of love I think -I know you deserve.

I hope that this person spends more time on your birthday card then picking out which type of flowers to get for you. Because what he wrote would be more physically permanent and meaningful than a bouquet of flowers that last only for so long. 

I hope that this person, where ever this person is, what this person looks like, or where this person is from, I hope this person has all the great qualities that I expect them to have. I hope this person is humble, gentle, caring, smart, sweet, bit of weird and a dash of savage, low key be sarcastic at times, hopefully with a history of no criminal record and most importantly loves you. I hope that when someone mentions your name, this person’s eyes lights up the room. I hope that this person will love you even when you’re in your stained white t-shirt with sweatpants with no makeup. Because this is the side of you that not a lot of people might see – well maybe except your parents. And I hope that when you’re all dolled up, this person will fawn over you and be low key jealous when others have a playful conversation with you.

Maybe I have high expectations for this person. But my only response to that is, “of course!” Because I know that’s how much you’re worth. If not, more. This is the person who will be with you through the hard times, this will be the person who would have to go through all the difficult obstacles and overcome them with you holding your hand. This could be your “forever” person that you’re parents will rely on. So. If this person isn’t even worth that much, if this person doesn’t reach the bar that I set for you, what’s the point? 

Because honestly, I want you to meet this person to make you even more happy than you already might be by yourself. And make the harder times pass by a little faster and a little less difficult with you two together. I’m not saying that I don’t think you can overcome all these challenges yourself. I’m saying you definitely can, yourself. Whether you chose to be by yourself or be with someone, I think it all depends if you meet the person who is worth it. Worth YOU. Because if you do, that’s great! If not, that’s also fine! Because why else would you want to go through all that time and energy to invest it on someone who doesn’t even care? I want you to be surrounded by someone who loves you and lifts your spirits up higher than the mountains. Not someone who drags you down. I hope you realize you don’t necessarily need someone to determine your worth, or to remind you how great you are. But if there is someone out there as great as you are and falls in love with you because of it, I can’t wait to have a conversation on how wonderful you are. (In the absence of your presence of course so we’re not complimenting you directly at you but behind you. :))

You’re the burrito (spicy burrito with extra cheese). And this person would be the extra guacamole. You’re the ice cream with sprinkles. And this person would be your cherry on top. You’re a sky full of stars. And this person would be constellations to your sky. See? You don’t necessarily need these extra things, but it’s also nice to have them only if you like them. 

I hope that one day, in a field full of three leaf clovers and a very few four leaf clovers, I want you to to find a five leaf clover. Because you would be that other five leaf clover.

Yeah mutated (jk jk) but extra rare and extra lucky ๐Ÿ˜‰

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New Years Resolution!

Happy New Year!! (Oops 20th into January.)

I stumbled upon the slippery street from the mix of snow and rain when my friend asked me if I had a new years resolution. I actually hadn’t thought about it. I think this was a few days before new years. I wrote a small list of my new years resolution last year on a sticky note. I forgot where I put them… this year, I want to actually have them down so I can see them next year! But I thought about it and decided maybe I should try something different.

I have like over 2000 photos on my phone. Most are random pictures or pictures of my dog (Goldie has her own folder!) OR pictures of my friends looking silly (dedicated TWO folders! Haha) And I actually have a privated ig account of my friends and family for the purpose of connecting those pictures to my digital photo screen!

Anyways! This got me thinking, maybe I should use these. So I actually think I’m going to make a video. I don’t really know what kind of things I would have on it but looking at the photos on my phone reminded me of how my dad used to put bunch of photos with music and basically play the slide of photos. It was nice and memorable in a way! So I thought this time, I’ll make one. And especially because I have a new phone since my contract ended, I can have new photos from here exported into the computer. 

That’s one of them but here are my lists for new years resolution,

(Nov 4, 2017…)

Which I’m going to actually keep for myself… ๐Ÿ™‚

Meant to post this from January but never did lol

Vsco

I think everything is great EXCEPT. the fact that vsco has a limit of characters in the captions. Why does it matter if I write 500 words or write an essay? No one else will read it ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

…i guess its because of the storage space.

Well fine how about 300 words? ๐Ÿ™‚

P.s. this is my sarcasm emoji –> ๐Ÿ™‚

(Smiley face but with the nose)

2% battery yikes.

Nationality Game

Okay. 4% battery, let’s go.

I didn’t realize why asking nationality was a problem until like last year. And I’ve been experiencing it a lot now especially because I’m meeting new people (3% now). Asking me where im from is totally fine. It’s just it becomes a problem when it’s followed by insulting questions. Especially if it’s like “No where are you really from”, it’s almost as if you’re trying to make me feel even more foreign or I guess, make me feel like I don’t belong where I am??? And usually asking someone about their nationality, I personally thing it’s fine as long as it’s not asked when we meet for the first time. There’s literally so many other things you can ask like what school I go to or sum. Just as long as it’s not insulting questions that follows after like “Omg I heard you guys this there, but we don’t is it true.” Every culture is different. So please respect it. I know there’s some of you who are really interested but instead of feeding off your curiosity, if you really want to get to know that person, save it for later on. Cuz I think they would appreciate it more if it’s brought up naturally. Or they might even bring up the subject themselves if they feel like you are a genuinely nice person. ๐Ÿ™‚

Late at night

I feel like I have the most to say when it’s past midnight. I’m not sure where these thoughts or ideas come from. Maybe adrenaline? Like I was thinking about a strange dream that I had last night. Can’t say it was unpleasant though. Oh and my grammar. I had a dream about my grammar too. Haha I’ll write about those two later on.

New years resolution left on draft

Lol, I realized I left my new years resolution post as a draft and never got to finish it. I will sometime this week hopefully.

And another thing. I know that back then, I said I would stop posting irrelevant or short random blog posts. But I think I changed my mind. Because I feel like those are some of the things that makes me, well… me. It wasn’t significant but something I thought it was worth writing, though it may not seem much. And honestly, I think those short 2 or 3 sentence or few word blog posts were what kept me coming back to write about my day and what was going through my head for this blog. Because it was just easy and comfortable to write those things, though it may have been insignificant. I enjoyed the times I wrote like 3 posts in one day, with each post being only about a sentence or two long.