100 things i want to do.

scuba dive . zipline . bungee jump . sky dive . milk a cow . shear a sheep . learn to crochet . write with my left hand . build a really large and intricate sand castle . watch all and own as many as possible studio ghibli films . replay ff9 . illustrate a mini manga . go crabbing . make my own fruit leather . try 1000 different fruits . be vegetarian for a year . grow and maintain my own vegetable patch . make my own korean drama . set up an etsy . sew 100 plushes . go white water rafting . more?

No jam, not ever.

It began as a Sunday morning. Like all Sundays, Kathy goes to temple. Like all Sundays, Kathy is a vegetarian. When time came for breakfast, Kathy grabbed some toast from her toaster oven and opened the fridge to grab her jar of chunky peanut butter.

Amid her action of reaching towards the peanut butter jar, a white cap caught her eye.

"Oh yeah, the strawberry jam I used to make ------- for that one time..."

Hey. it tasted good with the strawberries, jam can't be that bad.

Yes it can. Yes it is. Jam is that bad.

Ignoring the signals of impending doom, Kathy took out the jar of strawberry jam from the fridge as well.

Kathy Truong couldn't remember why it was that she didn't like jam. She spread the strawberry jam on a small corner of her toast, and took a bite; instantly regretting her curious memory and once again, forever banishing jam back to the recluse corner of her refrigerator.

"BLAAAARGG."

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It's not human to eat something so sweet so early in the morning =x=;; (<--hypocrite, eats chocolate + candies & other sweeter things in the morning)


Moral: JAM IS BAD.
no jaykay, don't hate on me jam lovers D8

Failure? Yes indeed...

So, I like to cook and bake. Lots of people know that, I think. Unfortunately...I'm not as good as they think I am xD

Take for instance...today. I wanted to make crepes for my english class, so I did! I tested out a couple last night, and I planned on making a bunch this morning. Well, the morning came and I got to making my crepes.

Can anyone say major failure? Like, for half an hour I made crepes and all of them turned out BAD.

Lesson here? I can't make crepes. Or, at least not yet. D< [I will conquer you crepe, I will!]

However, I saved myself and made banana pancakes for class. Yum P: Except I ran out of time and baking soda. .... anyways.

The point of this here blog, is to reflect a bit on the things I can't bake.

Cookies? Oh mah gawd. for the longest time ever, I could not bake cookies. Of course, I learned all the tips and tricks and I can successfully make chewy cookies now.

Cake however... major le sigh there.
Cake from scratch that is. Boxed cake mix is a cinch for me :D Otherwise, my cake turns out too eggy...perhaps I should try different mixing methods.

well, anyways. That's the blog for today I suppose.

On a side note, nutella is really good.
especially with strawberries.

Self brainwashing fail...or is it win?

In the event you didn't know, my alarm clock is set to half an hour ahead of the actual time. If it's 5:30PM, my clock will say it's 6:00PM/ Why do I do this to myself? Well, I like waking up for school and then knowing I can still sleep for another half hour or so. I've been doing this for about 3 years now, so I automatically subtract a half hour right when I look at my clock.

I must've been t-i-r-e-d-! this morning then.

My alarm clock went off at 7:00AM, my usual time. I pressed snooze, slept for another 8 minutes, had my alarm go off, and readjusted it for 7:10. Then I woke up, brushed my teeth and did my daily morning jumble and went out into the kitchen to make breakfast.

I knew something was wrong...it was a lot quieter and darker then normal, though my dad was already up and at the alter, doing his prayerly stuff. I grabbed some bread and turkey, and popped my sandwich into my toaster oven. Then I turned around.

6:54AM, read my microwave.

Say whaaaat? I thought I woke up at 7? Then, I realized like a doof, that I read my alarm clock wrong. Seriously, the first time in....the first time.

So what did I do?

I left my sandwich in the toaster, said hi to my mom who I happened to pass by in the hallway, and crawled back into bed until the actual 7:20 came around. About 25 minutes of more sleep...not bad!

On a side note, I wake up and go back to sleep often. It used to be a daily occurrence until I broke my habit of showering in the morning. I'd wake up at 6:30AM, take a 10-15ish minute shower with my bathroom time totaling about 20-25 minutes (that's with me brushing my teeth and face wash, etcetc). Then, I go back into my room, lay down a towel on my pillows so that my hair dries, and go back to sleep for 20-35 minutes, roughly until 7:20. :D

Ahhh, the good old days.

Random Facts about me?

Think you know me? You'll be surprised.
Heck, I'll probably surprise myself just typing this up.
You learn new things about yourself every day.

First off, my name is Kathy. Just plain ol' Kathy. Coupled with my last name Truong, there isn't much of a nice ring to it, dontcha' think? Like, what kind of famous person would be named Kathy Truong? I suppose it'll happen one day, but since I was little, I've never really thought my name to be famous material. Thus, I've created various aliases that I'd use as a stage name if I were to one day become famous. THe past aliases I'll just throw out the window, those aren't important. If you ever see a Bellameru or Amadine [von Zola], Guess who?! As far as I am informed, both those names are names that I have created. Like, Bellameru anything, that's me. I created that name by combining two names I liked, but I'll get into that some other time. Amadine von Zola was created by flipping through random names in my History textbook.

That aside, if you're good at comprehension, you'd think either, a) I am ambitious, b) I have an ego, c) I want to be famous, or d) I want to stand out. The answer however is magical answer e) all of the above. I'd very much like to be famous in one war or another. I have a huge ego that needs to be fed. So give me compliments. please. On a side note, my Ego is named Bob, nicknamed Oyu. Bob says it's nice to meet you. Not.

Anyways, that leads me to conformity. I'm a conformist...yet I'm not. I conform, or dissent, when I think it's beneficial to me. Sneaky, huh? Manipulative? Sure. But that being said, I do change my opinions rather easily. For the most part, I will accept defeat and admit that my view on something was wrong or false. There are several people however, that I will hold my position no matter how wrong I know I am. You know, the usual.

Now, I'm too lazy to string sentences together. So, list form, here we go!
1] I'm horribly lazy.
2] I'm asian, Vietnamese if you want to be precise.
3] I used to not like Taylor Swift's Teardrops on My Guitar. I read the lyrics somewhere and I thought they were lame. Then I heard the song a few weeks later and I liked it. My sister still makes fun of me for it.
4] I like most music genres, minus heavy metal and screamo.
5] I am very picky about rap.
6] I like foreign music. Tagalog, German, Spanish, Japanese; you name it.
7] Not too big a fan of Korean music, though some bands I'm ok with.
8] I will kick your ass at 13[ the card game].
9] My favorite Ice Cream/Gelato place is Marco Polo in San Francisco.
10] I don't like sushi, but I will eat California rolls and Salmon roe. And uni.
11] I eat a lot of things that would scare most of you. I'm asian, what can I say?
12] For some reason, my parents are really proud of me liking fish sauce and eating really asian stuff.
13] I'm of average height, 5'4''. I wish I was either really tall or really short.
14] I hardly watch T.V. Maybe like... on average 2 hours a week?
15] The amount of food I eat is ridiculous. I consume perhaps...3500-4000 a day on average.
16] I want to be 110lbs so I can give blood. I've been 106.5lbs for about 2 years now.
17] I can do a [slightly rusty] British accent. I used to be able to do a French accent and I can say a few phrases in an Irish accent.
18] I guess you would say I binge eat a lot. But not because I'm depressed or anything. I just like to eat food.
19] I've moved a ridiculous amount of times in my life. I've transferred schools 7 times, and I've moved 5 times.
20] I like to draw, but I wouldn't consider myself and artist or anything.
21] I like to do crafts. It changes from time to time, though I'm currently hooked on sewing plush stuff.
22] I used to be a really big gamer when I was younger. I don't really have the time anymore.
23] I really love MMORPGS and RPgs.
24] I am a Ragnarok Online fan. It's my favorite MMORPG game, hands down.
25] On ragnarok, the classes I most commonly am found to be are a gypsy and a super novice.
26] I'd have slaughtered most people back then, minus Paladins because they cheat and have like, 3 million HP. I haven't played RO in about a year though, so my knowledge is severely lacking.
27] I adore Harvest Moon. I have the gameboy version, the one for n64, back to nature, a wonderful life, Friends of mineral town, and every single one for PSP.
28] I used to play a game called SDO. It was like DDR but on the interwebs.
29] Thanks to it, I'm really good at DDR with a controller.
30] Unfortunately, I have a crap pad, so I haven't trained much in stamina for pads.
31] I injure myself a CRAPLOAD, but I've never broken any bones, or sprained anything.
32] My personality changes, depending on who you are.
33] My favorite movies are Princess Mononoke and Karas.
34] I don't watch many movies actually... But you should watch those two!
35] The first celebrity I ever like...'fangirled' after was Gackt Camui.
36] I became a fan around the end of 2008. I knew about him earlier, but eh.
37] Bands/Musicians I really like are Bayside, The Servant, Rurutia, Anberlin, And Tommy Heavenly6/February whatever.
38] Some of my favorite songs are Beautiful, by Joydrop and My Tempurature's Rising by The Audition.
39] I brush my teeth with my left hand.
40] I'm right handed.
41] They say you never forget how to ride a bicycle. I did.
42] I can swim to save my life. Not yours.
43] I'm a stickler for grammar and punctuation, but I won't go grammar nazi on you.
44] There are only 2 instances where I cry: Movies and when I'm extremely pissed/aggravated.
45] I've been told I'm horrifying when I'm angry.
46] I have a huge tolerance level. But my dad will short circuit my tolerance easily.
47] I don't get along well with my dad.
48] Ever since first grade, I've wanted to be a marine biologist.
49] Some other careers that have interested me are architecture, archaeology, art-stuff, chef, veterinarian...and some others.
50] I'm not a stereotypical Asian with 4.0s.
51] I've failed classes before.
52] I despise math. My first bad grade was in second grade when I received a D in math.
53] OK fine, I changed my mind, I like Lucky by Jason Mraz.
54] When I have a song fix, I listen to that song on repeat for hours and hours.
55] The moment I read and remember the lyrics to a song, I get horribly bored of the song.
56] I used to not like cheesecake. I now like plain New York cheesecakes with toppings.


I'll writ more later.

Dreams

More dreams. xD

Lets see, this morning I had a pretty funky one. Can't remember much anymore. But I think someone was building a house. It was a pretty wicked house, with like, millions of secret compartments, and all these cubbyholes that sorta popped out of nowhere. All I remember though, was running up and down some concrete stairs and then sliding out this pantry hole thing and finding a bag of peanuts. In the cubby next to it, there was another bag of..something. I grabbed some peanuts and ate them, but they were raw. D:


Save the seals!

And yesterday morning, I also had a dream. The setting was in a supermarket, and some black haired, Indiana Jones type lady was with me. Her hair was braided. We played hide and seek in the supermarket....with a baby seal. Yeah, I know right? And I forgot to mention, the supermarket was also part....aquarium. But we'll get to that later. So the lady and I run around the super market looking for the seal. And I get revisited by my childhood of..running around asian super markets. XD I see crates of bananas, fruits and veggies, and then packaged goods. I catch the seal several times, and then it goes to hide again once I let it go. I recall it feeling incredible soft and fuzzy. Then I can't find him. The seal. And indiana jones lady and I scour the market, and we end up at an aquarium display thing that...w.as just sitting in the corner of the supermarket. It's blue and pretty, like one of the displays you see at an aquarium. The seal is half under the machine, and it's sad, moping almost. I coax it out from it's hiding spot, and it nestles in my arm. I'm really surprised at how real it felt, like the fuzz of a stuffed animal plush. I don't have any on my bed so I don't think I was gripping one as I slept. But anyways, it was moping, I look up at the display and i see two dead, and preserved seals. Your parents? I think. The seal nods in reply. I read the description, and I vaguely remember something along the lines of endangered, preserved something yadda yadda.

I woke up feeling rather sad.

reference for me :>

http://justjennrecipes.com/

Caribbean Paradise.

Blood red.
People disappeared. Who?
I killed them for my research.
I'm sinking. I see water, crystal clear. The sand, like a Caribbean paradise. But why can't I breathe?
I look around, I'm at the bottom. School of fish swim around me, colorful and vibrant. I see the wharf, a distant shadow. It's gorgeous. The clarity of the ocean lets me see without my eyes burning. The sky is beautiful from down here, the top of the water enchanting, as it reflects the glitter of the setting sun.

But I'm running out of breath
Slow panic. Calm down.
Can I do it?
Breathe
It's a dream. You can do anything.
I take a breath, expecting my nostrils to fill with water.
But nothing happens. I breathe. Underwater? Sure. It feels like I'm in limbo, I'm underwater and breathing. My body is surprisingly lightweight, my mind clear. I frolic around, playing with the fish for a while. Then it grows dark. cold

I swim to the top, breaking the surface. I climb onto the beach, a sleek mass. I feel the sand, grainy underneath my palms. No more. I collapse, unconscious.

"She killed them! We can't keep her.
I don't know, her crazy experiments. We can't let this continue to happen. She's gone mad.

I awaken. I'm in a hotel room. The window is open, I can feel a slight breeze. I shiver. Big bed. The sun has set once again, a warm orange glow filling the room. Everything is hauntingly eerie and still. I get up, drawing the covers around me. I walk to the bathroom, the tiles cold against my bare feet. Something is smeared on the mirrors. I look for the light switch, my fingers fumbling. Anxiety. Why?
I find the switch and I flip it on, closing my eyes for a moment against the glaring brightness.
Blood red. Everywhere. The walls, ceiling, sink. I feel a chill in my spine. I reach for a towel, but I stop. My hands. Red. My mind is reeling. I go back to the bed, and sit down, but a flicker of red catches my attention. Plane Tickets.

"She killed them...experiments...madness"

I dress myself, finding clothes in the closet. A black body suit. I stood there admiring the materials when I heard footsteps. I look towards the door, and I see light flickering from the bottom. No more time. Farewell Chris.

I head towards the window. The door opens as I jump out.

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I board my plane. The plane is red, and a flashback of the island comes to mind. But I can't hurt them anymore. I sit in my seat, and look around. There are 4 seats in in row, an aisle splits the seats in groups of two. Behind me were 5 more rows. I sat in my seat, awaiting takeoff. A few business men came in. The plane took off.

I sat staring out of the small window. The water was dark and glassy. I continued to stare out the window, until I saw the flicker of a flame reflecting in the window. A lighter. Danger.

I turn to warn the man, but it's too late. His whole body is in flames and the smell of singed flesh and nostrils fill my nose. For soem reason, he does not scream out, and his neighbors do not notice as the fire creeps towards them, traveling and spreading. Emergency exit.

I pull the lever and I jump out into the water, the plane, in flames, sinks into the ocean a meters away. I tread water for a while, watching the plane. Then I turn around and I swim back towards shore.


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I'm back at the island. I climb up the shore, but there's something different. Jungle, everywhere. I see some in the distance. Tribal fires? As I stumble up the beach towards the edge of the jungle, I find a chute. Metallic and clean. I crawl into it without hesitation, the irregularity of it completely ignored in my mind. I follow the winding tunnel, for miles and miles perhaps? But soon, I see an exit. I climb out and I find myself at the bottom of a tower of cogs. What you'd expect if you entered a clock tower. Cogs and wheels and gears as far as the eyes can see. A tall tower, circular. I stand and marvel at the cogs for a moment, but then I see a chute directly ahead of me. No time. I enter the chute, but this thime there are stairs. No more winding tunnel, stairs straight up. Somehow the floor as become dirt and dusty as I patter my way up.

My head hits a trap door, and I fumble in the darkness for a knob. My hand touches metal, cold and slightly damp. I push up.

My bathroom? Yes and no. I emerge from the cabinet under my sink, but my bathroom is not what I expect it to be. It is earth and green, and only vaguely resembles a room. The jungle has taken over it, branches and vines intermingling with the brick walls. Like a lost civilization, nature is taking over. The floor is earthly green and mossy. I look straight up and find a ladder. Intriguingly enough, it's metal and completely untouched by vegetation. Up I go.

I climb in the darkness, for hours perhaps. My arms ache, but I do not stop to rest. My hands push up, and I exit into the heart of the jungle.

Smoke. I look at the tribal fires surrounding the encampment, observing the humans dancing around it. Behind me. I turn around, bracing myself for battle. Diem? His face is stoic, but he smiles and offers his hand. He helps me up from the hole in the ground and we sit on a stone slab, a bench of sorts. Like nearly everything else, it's covered by moss.

Just like that, we sit in silence. But then, I hear buzzing. I can feel a slight panic in the air. Turning my head towards the dancing people, I see them hurrying and rushing, their dance now a frenzy.

A swarm of wasps. Or something similar. Enormous. They engulf each person they come in contact to, but they leave swiftly. No one moves when they are touched by the wasps. Closer and closer. They engulf me. I can feel their small feet, the hair on their bodies. My ears are buzzing. Can they sense my fear?

A sting, adn they are gone as quickly as they came. I look down at my feet. A small stinger is embedded on the side of my left foot. Blood oozes out, but I feel no pain. I look to my brother, but he is staring off into space. Then I notice the hand he was holding out. A credit card.

I take the card and I sit cross-legged on the bench. Using the credit card, I pop the stinger out, blood oozing freely from the small wound. I get up and I grab a few plants. I put them in my mouth and chew, slowly. It's bitter. I spit it out and I rub it onto the would. A salve. I return the credit card, and my brother pockets it, nodding. My eyes grow droopy, and I curl up on the moss eaten stone bench. The air is warm.

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To be continued! :D

I unfold to you all, the longest dream I've ever remembered. BUT IT'S TOO DAMN LONG!
this is like....1/2th of the dream. But I keep getting distracted and I know I'm not going to write very well at the moment, so I shall continue it later.

First Blog!

First Blog!

Shall we give three cheers?
....
Naaaah.

I'm not sure how long this blog will live.
perhaps long enough to pique the interest of a few?
But if anything, I'll mainly be using this blog for HTML practice.
How fun.
♥