Here Comes the Bride ...

No. Not me.

MY SISTER IS GETTING MARRIED!!

   Words cannot describe how I felt when I first heard about their engagement.It felt unreal. I knew it was going to happen eventually and these two lovebirds always behaved as if they were an old married couple anyway; so it was no surprise when I received her text about the proposal. The funny thing is, I didn't actually read her text until after I got home and was told personally (I was driving; don't text and drive!). They've been together for a while and marriage was sort of the next step that everyone, including themselves, were expecting; But to actually hear those words, "I'm getting married," was just the weirdest thing ever. I felt like we were all growing up too quickly.

  Time is like the sand that escapes between our fingers. No matter how hard you try to grasp it, little by little it will escape without us knowing. Time is not something that we can control but it's something we should cherish: the time spent with family and friends, the time spent doing things that you love and make you happy and the time spent enjoying the present while anticipating for what awaits us in the future. Jenny's future just came a lot faster than I expected.

  It seems like it was just yesterday when my sister came home after one of her secret dates to confess to my cousins and I that she now had a boyfriend. I have never seen my sister so giggly and girly as she was when she was dishing out all the details about how they met and started dating. It was a very awkward yet excitingly different kind of conversation; one that I've never had with my sister before. Ben was his name. She showed us a picture the two took together at one of those asian photo booths. "He looked weird," was one of my first thoughts. I can't remember exactly when the first time I officially met him was, but I remember always having to tag along in order for them to see each other. Our parents at the time were against us dating, although I don't think they would've tried to stop us or anything.

  Ben is my sisters first boyfriend and will also be her last. They have been dating for nine years and have finally decided to get married. I am so happy that my sister was able to find someone like Ben who has always been there for her and her family. He is kind and caring, patient and understanding. He's not perfect but he's perfect for her. They make a great couple and I wish them a lifetime of happiness. Congratulations.

... < 3

Fall Engagement Session

Ben and Jenny

   

Hey! Look at me!

Grr...

  

GRRRR

Blehh

RAWRR!

ra..wr..?

    

Okay, fine... bye!
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I have no idea why we were laughing

Time Flies ...

How time flies ... 

It has been three years since I last 'blogged'. I don't even remember any of the blogs I have ever written. I used to go to my blog to seek for comfort and to release stress or anger. Blogging is not something I have had time for but wish I did. I have recently graduated from my university so I think I'll have more time to blog now. I don't think anyone but myself actually reads what I write. My blogs resemble an entry from a diary. The only difference with this diary is that it's public. The things I used to write about were pretty "emo" and most of them were rants. Hopefully, I can stay more positive and write about more joyous things. 

Coming up, there will be two additional blogs on very important and happy events that will occur in the next two months. Stay tuned! 

Why is it always me?

Friday, November 19th, 2010.
3:30pm

I don't know if anyone else has ever felt this way before, but I for one have felt this way during numerous occasions. I watch everyone around me and they seem to be successful in whatever it is they're doing. They achieve their goals without going through any particular hardships. Some people fail, then try again and succeed, while others just seem to fly through the whole process and get to where they want when they want. Bad things keep happening to me. I see people who have done the same things I have but end up with better results.

The first thing that I need to rant about are my braces. Well, technically my teeth, since I have already gotten my braces off. After 2 and a half years of being a brace-face, I was finally free from worrying about having this mornings breakfast stuck on my braces. However, my mom is not too happy with the results. Due to some problems, to avoid having to extract teeth, my top jaw is a little more flared than it should be. Well, why me? Why can't I just have a normal jaw like everyone else and get my braces on and off normally like everyone else and NOT have to trouble over the results of my not-so perfect teeth. Is suffering for 2 and a half years not enough? ... WHY ME?

My second rant is of job hunting. My friend and I both applied for a position at a store. They are currently hiring for seasonal and maybe part-time. My friend got a call for an interview, and she was hired the next day. As for me, I got a call and an interview, but no call. Was I really that horrible during my interview? ... WHY NOT ME?

My third and most depressing rant: I am currently having a silent war with my siblings. We had an argument on Wednesday and have been giving each other the silent treatment ever since. My sister and brother are talking, just not to me. So every time they're around, they talk to each other and I only talk to my parents. I'm trying not to be home as much because I can't stand the feeling I get when I'm around them and they're happily talking to each other. I'm not someone who goes out, so instead, all I can do to keep the pain within is to lock myself in my room. It's not that I hate my siblings, but why do they always seem to hurt me so bad? ... WHY ME?

So far the only good thing about this week is that I did well on my quiz.

It's been a while ...

Good evening, my fellow bloggers. It's been a long while since I have last updated my blog. I actually don't have an excuse as to why I have been MIA. I guess you can say I've been lazy because I sure was not busy. School has begun for most, but I start on Monday. This has been one of my best summers. I started off the summer by going to Shanghai and being able to spend three weeks learning a new language (that I somewhat already knew), exploring a new environment 14 hours away from where I have been all my life and meeting some pretty amazing people. This is one of the greatest experience of my life. Deciding to take this course and going to China was the best decision I have ever made. To this day, I still reminisce on my trip to Shanghai. (Unfortunately I won't be posting up any pictures here as I have already done so on Facebook. I apologize.)

Anyway, let's keep you updated with my not-so amazing life. About two or three days after I arrived back in Canada, I made a visit to the hospital. About a week before I was to leave China, I got the news that my Grandfather became ill and was admitted to the hospital. I was pretty anxious to get back after that. As I was walking through the corridor towards the elevator to take us to the fifth floor where my grandfather was, I had a mixture of feelings. I was looking all around me at the other patients in the hospital as well as their families and friends who were there with them. I was scared. Afraid. Terrified. The smell of the hospital is nauseating. I very much hate the hospital atmosphere. I hate the smell, the look, the sound, the feel and the reason why I'm at the hospital. As we got on to the elevator and it started to make its way to the fifth floor, my heart started to beat faster as if I was running up the stairs. When we arrived on the fifth floor and the doors to the elevator slid open, I had the urge to hit the close button and go back down. I didn't think I was ready to see my sick Grandfather. Every time I saw him before, he was always loud and happy and full of life. As I walked towards his room, I was no longer afraid, but rather excited to see him and to tell him about my trip to Shanghai. When I walked into his room and looked at his fragile body on the hospital bed, I was saddened. I never would have thought I would ever see him looking so pale and weak. He even got thinner. But when he saw me, his face lit up. He had that same smile I always see when I used to visit him at his apartment. From that point on, I knew my Grandfather would be strong and use all his will to become better.  He stayed another week or two in the hospital and was able to leave soon after. I was happy to see him out of the hospital again!

However, about a month later, he started feeling a pain under his chest. It wasn't anything serious that would make him fall over but we wanted to get him checked. My uncle and I planned to take him to the hospital that night. I went out with my family to eat first and was to go and pick them up afterwards but I guess we took longer than he thought and he started to refuse to go. At that time, I felt like it was my fault. If anything happens, it would be my fault because I had gone out to eat. I have never felt so guilty and bad. Although I knew it wasn't entirely my fault, I still felt bad. My Grandfather did not want to go to the hospital to get a check up to begin with because he did not want to have to stay the night there. He just used "it's late now" as an excuse to not go. Nevertheless, he is fine as ever now and I most certainly hope it stays that way.

As I have mentioned before, I hate hospitals! I mean, who doesn't? The second time I had to make a visit to the hospital was last week. My cousin needed to do a check up because her family doctor suspects that she has an Ectopic Pregnancy. We waited for about 4 hours before they took her to get an ultrasound done. That took about half an hour. And then we went back to the waiting room to wait for her results. We arrived at the hospital around 4, got the ultrasound around 8 and then we waited. That basically was what we spent most of our time doing at the hospital: waiting and starving. Finally, 6 hours later (2 in the morning), a Gynecologist was brought in to give my cousin a check up. We were told she would have to stay overnight and get another ultrasound done, as the first one was a bit unclear and that took half an hour. Around 3AM, my cousin was finally allowed to eat so we went out to grab some food at Tim Hortons since we had to wait for a room on the 10th floor anyway. After we got our food, we went back to eat at the waiting room. We finally were brought in to the room around 4. We were told the doctor would come to see my cousin in the morning. So 12 hours at the hospital and we finally got a room. We slept for about 2 hours and got up at 7. My cousin was in pain and, as tired as I was, I just couldn't stay asleep. We didn't see the doctor until 1 in the afternoon.

... I hate hospitals.

Anyway, I think that is enough for one post. I shall continue tomorrow. :)

Attitude Mix-up

I believe it's that time to vent again. To be honest, I am actually feeling quite calm and relaxed; perhaps a bit hot because of this humid weather, but other than that, I'm feeling not too bad. There have been numerous occasions where my beloved mother or sister would say I am showing "attitude" towards them. Well the truth is, I have no idea what they are talking about. I did not raised my voice nor did I glare at them and yet they try to convince me that I am indeed expressing an attitude towards them. It frustrates me how I am being misunderstood just because I'm not smiling when I speak to them sometimes. I am one of those people who's born with faces that make people feel intimidated when they first see you. I come off as a bitch and I know it. It's only after they spend some time with me do they realize who I really am. I may look like a bitch, but remember what we taught back in elementary school? Looks may be deceiving. Never judge a book by its cover; never judge a person by her looks.

I will admit, though, that I do have an attitude. I do get annoyed easily and I guess sometimes the way I talk just seems rude. But, I mean, I grew up talking this way. This is who I am. I don't see it as an attitude. When I show attitude, it's usually with someone I don't like very much and they keep making ridiculous comments that I don't really need to or want to listen to. It usually happens when I'm annoyed. But recently I have been accused of showing attitude towards my mom when all I did was ask her where the phone is. I don't intentionally speak in an attitude-y way; that's just how I talk. I feel so wronged. I mean, I don't deserve this assumption. It's times like this when I wish I never came home from Shanghai. And then just a while ago, my sister said she hates my attitude. I swear I never showed a second of attitude from the time I woke up, until now. I don't understand where they see it. To be honest, I don't even know why she's upset right now. Because I wouldn't google the two LV clutches or bags that she wants to so desperately get? Sometimes, I myself don't understand the women in my family.