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Saturday, July 28, 2012

i've thought about what i did

I grew up in sort of a strange way. Which is probably why I'm a weirdo. *sigh*

Yeah. That Asian-parents-are-super-strict stereotype? It's a load bull. (For me, at least.)

When I got a C on a division test in third grade, I, a frightened daughter, crawled to my parents' bedroom almost a week after I received the grade and showed them my failure. But instead of the disappointed lecture I had expected, my mom just told me to do better next time.

And I don't know what happened, but something in me ticked.

I started studying like crazy and feeling really bad about myself, but my dreams were later crushed when I got a B on my next test instead of an A. After that, I would try punishing myself by locking myself up in my room so I couldn't play outside. I was eight.

So yesterday, after I made this blog, I did that. I locked myself in my room and thought about what I did.

And I realized this would be hard. I don't even know if I can do this.

I mean seriously, just a few days ago I thought, "Hey! I really feel like writing! I should write more of that story I started last week! YEAH!" 

But instead I made cookies.

And yesterday, when I had the whole day to write, I spent hours making a blog I'm pretty sure I can't even commit to. 

And right now when I thought, "I'll just make all of my pictures on Paint because I'm too lazy to take my own." 

I'm not a finisher. I'm not good at finishing things. I don't even know how I'm going to finish this blog post. 

Um... end. 


  1. you look cute when you're tired.

  2. you are so cute!! i've seen your baked goodies before (in your mom's post) and i hope i could get a bite on them someday! you're good, i've no talent in paint..

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