Before I let you go, I just wanna let you know...

that for the past few weeks, I've been trying to spend time with you but distractions were always happening between us. Word is that If you love/like/admire someone, let them know before it's too late. I was worried that I might be too late but now, I'm letting you go. If you didn't feel the same way I did towards you then it's alright. I don't blame you. I just wanted to let you know that I ADMIRED you so much. Actually, you were the only reason why I looked forward on going to 4th period everyday. All of the things I said about you were true from the deep blue even though you haven't heard it from me personally. Especially when I said "stay classy", although you said it was hard, you managed to pull the strings and surprised me every time I noticed you. I know you didn't mean to be classy but you make it seem so easy to be one. Like I said ( if you remember ) I used to think you were beautiful in a way but I figured out that you're not...you were BEAUTY itself. Hopefully by now you understand how I really felt about you. If not, then it's okay boo. I noticed between a lot of things between you and the guys I know at school. To be honest, I felt irritated/frustrated/angry/mad/sad...all these negative emotions when you just talked to them. You can call that jealousy but I call it something else. Believe it or not, the first time I saw you and your unique "vibe", I just HAD to ask Reggie for your name. You know why I didn't just ask for your name and the reason why? Like I said on my past blogs, it's not insecurity, it's the fear of rejection. But like a normal person, I was able to find out that you were one of them "one of a kind" type of girls ladies that I met...so far. Well I could talk about you and all the wonderful things about you for days but I'm kinda running out of time. so making things short: I really admired you but now I'm focusing on other things now. Well I'm ending this right here...for now...maybe not. I don't know.





Once again, stay classy, Alesia Dinh.

I'm just wondering but...

doing good deeds is something to be laughed at? Whatever happened to the good-hearted people? Did I miss a whole decade/century that everyone thinks that good deeds are meant to be laughed at? Talk about living in a cold world filled with cold people. Call me "this or that" but I returned a $100 or more to my dad a week ago since his money somehow ended up inside my pocket. I didn't steal it. By that time he already gave up looking for it but I managed to give it back to him anyways. Now, he's telling everyone what happened and they all started laughing... calling me slow and whatnot. My point is I think those good hearted people either disappeared or I am now living in a different world. This all happened the first day of 2011. I don't wanna start this year feeling guilty of something. Also, I am not that desperate about money.

“Hey what do you look for in a girl?”

Sure personality and beauty is an addition but what really gets me are her eyes.
Her eyes not only can tell a story but could create one as well. Her eyes could make that special bond/relationship and break it as well. Since I can’t see her heart through her chest, I could see it and feel it through her eyes. I could look pass her long black hair and feel her gentle hands but as soon as she lands her stare into my eyes I can only create the same illusion she feels as she stares at me. You can tell from a girl's eyes that she's open-minded yet mysterious since you’re trying to figure out if she got light or brown eyes. Matter of fact, let’s make things easier for you to understand. If her eyes could make me melt, then please let me be your ice cream sundae on a summer day. A nice pair of eyes could be dangerous though.  Don’t get me wrong, when you’re trying to sleep or trying to study for a test, when you close your eyes, all you see is her eyes. Always remember "Real eyes realize real lies." Be careful who you have your eye on.

I don't know about y'all but...

Being alone somehow helps you become a better person. 
I withdrew myself from my friends not because I choose to but because I needed time on my own. I am not better than anyone of you although many of you think so. I’m just doing what’s best for me. Having time on my own really benefited me. Not only did it make me stronger emotionally but mentally as well. I am a more determined person than how I was before. I choose to accept things because it happens rather than because it happened. I’m just living life, I’m just finding out more about life, so if you want to go ahead and say, “this and that” about me…go ahead, no one is stopping you. It’s only going to make you weaker and make me stronger. I hope this was worth your time.
Have a nice day and remember where your foundation came from.

You know what I want/miss/need/lack/desire?

A snookums, an angel, a cutie patootie, a sweetie pie, ...a goddess, etc.

The only woman in my life.

Dear Ma,
Thanks for doing so much for me. You’re the definition of a mother. You sacrificed long hours, cooked and cleaned right when you got home from work, helped me realize how good life can be and you do this all with managing with your own worries. Ma, although you never said, “Hey be whatever you want to be.” it really warms my heart knowing that you support my dreams and ambitions towards ( classified ). I know you want be to really pull through into becoming something in the medical field which I will…if somehow I don’t get into the ( classified ) industry. I know it’s a tough world out there especially being Filipino, becoming an artist in the United States can be only seen in my dreams. But ma, anything is possible. I want to make you proud. I want you never to work another day in your life, I want you to be joyful. No more stress ma. If I do get signed to a contract or some sort. I’m going to accept it ma. I know your dreams would be for me to become a Physical Therapist or a Registered Nurse, but that’s your dream not mine. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with becoming any of those occupations. It’s just ( classified ) is my life. I never told you ma but I see art everywhere. When I’m at home from school, you might see headlights but those headlights are ideas to me, stop signs and crosswalks are words ma. ( Classified ) is a part of me now, and it will always be. Ma, I’ll make you proud. I’ll be successful. I’m doing this for you. I’m doing this for Pa. I’m doing this for us.