Day 7: Do I like my life? Why or why not.
I love my life. I am perfectly content. I have an amazing boyfriend who I hope to spend the rest of my life with. I have a loving and caring family. I have those few good friends that I know I can trust. I have an above average gpa, but no where close to perfect. Although, I might not have someone always next to me, I know I have people there for me. So I never feel lonely anymore. And I am confident about my future, because however it turns out, I know I’ll be happy.
Here’s how it’s going to go: I finish high school, definitely not top of my class, but just good enough to get into a good college. And that’s all I need. I will go to a college in NorCal so that I can visit my family as much as I want. By my mid-twenties I hope to have gotten a Bachelor’s degree in Nursing. I would have probably moved in with Babe by then, but who knows. Once Babe and I both have jobs and are financially stable, we’d get married. Kids come whenever, but hopefully before 35, cause that’s when all that birth defects kick in. When we’re moved in and financially stable, we can start a family. And we’ll live close to our parents, so we can take care of them and so that they can see their grand kids as much as they want..
I know it’s not glamorous, but it’s all I want. My life might not go exactly like this plan, but I’m confident that whatever happens, everything will work out in the end. This is why I don’t care about the superficial teenage things. The hypes, the fashion, the booming social life and infatuated crushes on celebrities. I have all I need to be happy. And I am happy.
I am perfectly content.
Day 3: Two girls that mean a lot to me.
On the last day of school eighth grade, I came to school as her new boyfriend.
Daovina Nguyen. She’s been my best friend since 5th grade, and I know that even though we don’t see each other a lot anymore, she’s always there for her when I need her. And I’ll be here for her whenever she needs me. Since 7th grade, we’ve only gotten two classes with each other and we’ve almost never gotten lunch together. And it’s true that we don’t hang out or talk to each other a lot because of these schedule issues, but this just makes our kick its even more special because there’s just so much more to talk about and to catch up on. :) We just had a sleep over the other night and it was awesome. Even though we don’t see each other a lot, we still talk and joke around and have a good time same as we always did. It feels like nothing will ever change between us no matter how much time passes. She’ll always be the same loud, crazy girl that I met in elementary school and I’ll always be able to be myself around her.
No matter how much life keeps us apart, I know she’ll always be my best friend forever. :)
I don’t have a picture with her yet. :(
Hillary Phan. I swear, I am so protective over her. I feel like she’s my little sister. When she has problems, I want to help her out. I want to spoil her. I want her to be always happy, because she has just this wonderful smile and I just can’t stand to see her sad. She is one of the most amazing people I know and I love her more than she knows. She deserves to be happy. She is smart and quirky (cute and kind of dorky) and there’s just something about her that make you want to love her. She looks up to me and she makes me want to try harder to be a better role model for her. Don’t tell her, but I have plans for her sweet sixteen. ;3
Needless to say, she is just lovely. <3
Added more to Daovina’s, because she deserves it. I just was being lazy before. D:
Day 6: Something I love and something I hate about myself.
I hate how stubborn and awkwardly-social I am. I love my down to earth and rational mindset.
Day 5: Explain seven hidden talents…
Uhmm.. According to my cousin, I can belch like a college frat boy. So that’s one, and two.. I’m pretty flexible. I can do the splits and put my feet behind my head. Three, I’m good with arts and crafts.. Four, I’m can ballroom dance pretty well.
And I think that’s pretty much it. I’m not uber talented and any real talents I do have aren’t “hidden”.
Day 4: A letter to my biological parents.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I know I haven’t always been the best daughter and I know I’ve caused you problems and grief and I’m sorry—really truly sorry. I was selfish and unthoughtful. But I hope you two know that I really appreciate everything you two have done for our family.
You both work incredibly hard—putting up with awful work schedules, coming home tired only with more stuff to do at home. I know this, and believe me when I say that Jerome and I try to make it easier for you when you get home. When you ask us to do the dishes, take out the garbage, do the laundry, we do it without hesitations. You two sacrifice so much time, effort and money on the family and our accommodations and we will repay you. Ate Joanna is repaying you two by pay for the phone bills since she ran them up before when she was younger. This is fine and dandy and all, but I want to do more for you guys.
I don’t want to just repay you and call it even. I want to show you my appreciation. When I am older and I have enough money, I want to spoil you guys. I want to help you remodel the house into your dream house—a pool and a two story deck and everything. I want to take you two to see the world. I want to take you to Paris and dine atop the Eiffel Tower. I want to take you to Rome and we can pretend we are gladiators. I want to take you to Venice and pay for a romantic gondola ride for you and Dad. I will take you to see the world and even if you’re too old to walk, I’ll carry you myself.
Everything you do is dedicated toward putting food on the table and putting a roof over our heads. For the past twenty three years you’ve spent every moment worrying about your family. In a couple years, it will be my turn and I will repay you two for everything you have done for us.
I know it seems like an awful lot, but I love you and I just want you two to live happy and carefree just like you intended for us because you deserve it.
But until then, I’ll just try to be the best daughter I can be.
Love your daughter,
Jezelle
Day 3: Two girls that mean a lot to me.
On the last day of school eighth grade, I came to school as her new boyfriend.
Daovina Nguyen. She’s been my best friend since 5th grade, and I know that even though we don’t see each other a lot anymore, she’s always there for her when I need her. And I’ll be here for her whenever she needs me.
I don’t have a picture with her yet. :(
Hillary Phan. I swear, I am so protective over her. I feel like she’s my little sister. When she has problems, I want to help her out. I want to spoil her. I want her to be always happy, because she has just this wonderful smile and I just can’t stand to see her sad. She is one of the most amazing people I know and I love her more than she knows. She deserves to be happy. She is smart and quirky (a cute kind of dorky) and there’s just something about her that make you want to love her. She looks up to me and she makes me want to try harder to be a better role model for her. Don’t tell her, but I have plans for her sweet sixteen. ;3
Needless to say, she is just lovely. <3
Day 2: Two boy-friends that mean a lot to me and why.
Derek Hui: I know most people would try to think of guys other than their boyfriend, but honestly, Babe Derek is my bestest friend in the world. The job of a boyfriend, a truly real boyfriend, goes beyond the romance and beyond the drama. Derek is my best friend and I know I can trust him with everything. I talk to him about my problems. Problems with school, my family, and myself. We talk about music, band, school, everything. He shows me cool jailbroken stuff on my iPhone. We play video games together. We do yoga together. He’s my companion, lover and most importantly of all my best friend.
Jerome Zapanta: Yes, my brother. Although I wouldn’t really consider him a “friend”, he is pretty important to me. I grew up with him. When he was little, I protected him from bullies. When he got older and developed an attitude, we became enemies. When he was promoted to middle school, we became strangers. But now he’s growing up, and now we work together. He understands now. We work together to try to make life easier for our parents. He understands to try to take school seriously, but slowly. We go shopping together. We ask each other about clothes. We talk about hair. He respects my dorky “swag” as he says it and I respect his nerdy yugiohness. With him it’s more about the mutual respect.
