One thing I'm really glad about is that December is finally here. Apart from sitting for four disastrous exams, turning 22, losing all my cousins to India and another less than perfect ending, it's pretty safe to say November hasn't been an ideal month. There are times when the months promise so much and the coming months even more but then those promises are sometimes forgotten and you start wondering about the remaining ones...
Anyway that time will tell, but one thing I already know is I sometimes feel a little dissapointed in a few of my fellow asians. What is this obsession about turning white or becoming white? It's ok for everyone to have their preferences in terms of their partners but having a preference in turning into a completely different race is absurd. What is wrong in being an asian? Anyone who is should be really proud culturally or historically and seriously if you do dream about turning white, brown, grey or freaking red, you're fucked up with acceptance issues, go see a shrink.
Last night I stayed over at Vuong's place because this morning we went to play skirmish (paint ball). There were thirteen of us and even though it took like hours to get there, it was f*****g worth it. $80 and 600 paintballs later we realized we had to this again. From forest maps to open fields with barrels and messed up cars it really was awesome. I have seventeen bruise marks on my body including one on my cheek...Damn you Joe! Everybody was bruised and battered by the time it finished and I got a few head shots, no I didnt get anyone on the head or anywhere for that matter, but they did get mine, so all in all it was pretty painful. The marks from a dark red have gone to blackie black, ummm maybe that's a sign of healing!
That person...now that I've reached here and the time has come to write about it, I feel very hesitant, the end is always the end, there should be no beginnings after endings, what's in my past is always forgotten without meanings or memories, then, why does this one stay...then...but...maybe will continue some other time when the heart is more obidient, more willing to listen...
