TENNIS DAY ^o^

This morning was quite irregular. I was woken up not by my alarm clock, but by the one and only Dave. At first, I didnt wanna pick up the phone because you know...Dave...whenever he calls, it means you are going to have some work to do. However, It took all my guts, closed my eyes tightly, tried to reach my phone..."hello"

"Hi Vee, wanna play tennis today with me and some other people?"

Of course I said yes.

Bao drove me there and we got lost 3 times =D and he even missed it: "There it is! Oops! I missed it! Darn!"

At 11:00am, we showed up at the tennis courts and Dave, Thuc (professional),Vien (professinoal), Dr Thieu (AAS advisory board), and his friend were already playing. I did not know that anh Thieu can play tennis, and I even thought that I was going to beat him today but it did not happen the way I wanted -_-'

Anh Thieu is pretty cool but he got beaten by chi Thuc and anh Vien at the end =]

It was fun and the weather was super nice; not too hot and not too cold but Mr. Bao kept saying "omg! I’m so cold!" and I was like "LMAO!”

After playing tennis, Dave, his kid (Liem), Bao, and I went to eat Pho. Dave never seems to finish his bowl for some reason...maybe because he too focused on socializing rather than chewing hehe =] However, he was able to completely finish his bowl this time...WHAT A SURPRISE!

I am?

The hardest challenge I have faced for years is to define myself. Who am I? What are my likes and dislikes? What do I want to do? These questions, often appear on networking websites, seem easy to answer. Yet, for me these questions are too hard to answer. The process of knowing oneself is long and difficult. I just hope that I will know a bit about myself before time's running out.
- Jay

Ridiculous Rose

Currently, this rose, which is part of a rose bush, is 9.4 feet high. It is about double the height of the other roses. It is being cultivated and nurtured by me at my house, Bao, but sigh, it is slowly dying. The petals are falling off each day, WHAT DO I DO? ANyways, isn't it amazingly ridiculous how tall it is. Monique and I found out that the guiness world record height is about 14 feet.

Friends & Family, what's the difference?

So i'm suppose to write this essay about family values and give examples to convey my experience with family. While reading the requirements and details, it says that family can consist of extended family members and friends. Now, if you all know me, you know I always value friendship as much as I value family. So here is where the internal problem arises: Is it wrong for me to write about friends instead of my family. Though in my family there is everlasting love and care, why do I choose to write about friends? I think the reason is because friendship implies effort, trust, and growth as two unrelated people start to sacrifice a little bit of their life for each other. Whereas the love from family is obvious and therefore often underestimated. Yea its true, I do undervalue my family, but my love for them is always going to be there. Maybe the true reason is because with friends, I get to care for them without asking for care in return. But when I do meet people who care for me as much as I care for them, I then acknowledge them as my family. I guess now I can use the words best friend and family interchangeably. So here I go, writing an essay about my family and providing a descriptive reflection on how they have shaped my life.

P.S. This isn't homework, it's for an essay contest that caught my attention.

Beautiful Eyes are an Ugly Thing

I always liked my eyes, you know? They were the only thing I liked about my body. They're big and brown and are the window to my emotions of angry and happy.But today. I realized. These pretty eyes of mine, they're not so pretty. They are painful and may lead to my downfall. Last week, I found out I had a cyst in my right eye in the right corner. We made an appointment today to take it out. My doctor actually wanted me to wait until it got bigger to take it out, but I just wanted it out now.So today, my mom took me to my ophthalmologist, her first time going with me and all. The first thing he did was stick a q-tip with the powers to numb into my right eye socket where the cyst was. Yeah, he just left it there for a good ten minutes while he had a pleasant chat with my mom about Vietnam. I sat there, I just kept on looking left because I didn't want to look right and see this q-tip sticking out of my eye. At first I was hysterical and laughing quietly to myself because it was so scary. Then I got used to it and just sat there. After a while, I realized he didn't take it out yet, I got hysterical again and started shaking a lot. I could not close my right eye because it was too uncomfortable to do so, so I just stared at the ceiling and my vision got blurrier and blurrier as I did.He finally took it out and then made me put my head/chin onto that contraption with the light and the super magnifying glasses so that he could see. Then right away he took a needle out and I made a whining noise because that has got to be the scariest needle that I would have EVER seen in my life. For some odd reason, it didn't hurt, I didn't even feel it. It must have been that magical q-tip.Soon he started bringing random sized tweezers, scissors, and a mini small small knife for incisioning near my eyes, and the whole time I had to look left as give him a clearer view of the cyst. It is a scary thing to see the doctor bring the scariest contraptions to your eye. However, I am lucky. I did not have to watch him poke around and pull with those things. I'm pretty sure I would have busted out crying if I did. Then the little scissors came. I heard him snipping away, and it freaked me out, it really did. To hear a doctor be THAT close to your eye and hear him snip skin away. I was whimpering the whole time because I was so scared. Unfortunately for me, the numbing medicine wore off and I felt every little pain. I started crying. So he injected me with the needle again.He was almost done, but there was apparently still a little stubborn piece that would not get out. And after more probing and pulling, he finally got it out. If he hadn't it probably would have grown back and the procedure would then again repeat itself. He fears there may be still a piece VERY deep in, but so deep that if he were to make a wrong move, he would cut open the liquid to my eyeball and there goes my eye. So I'm so unlucky, aren't I? The whole time, my mom had to hold my head up to the contraption so the doctor could see, because I was slowly backing away from it all. I was scared, so scared I didn't even notice I was moving.The worst part? He kept the tray on his right, which was my left. From time to time he would get a q-tip to wipe away the blood in my eye so that he could see better. It scared me how much blood was poring out. All of the materials he used became bloody, all the q-tips soaked in blood that they dripped onto the paper towel it was lying on. In the beginning he put a tissue paper underneath my chin, and in the end, it was soaked with blood and tears.After it was all done, the numbing medicine wore off, and all hell broke loose. He gave me a Tylenol to get better, and I think he also gave me a skittle (I could taste the flavorness), but I was so shaken up, I just swallowed it whole as if it was medicine. My eyes were so blurred, I couldn't even tell the difference between a skittle and medicine.There is still incisions and skin in my eye. It pokes my eye and taunts it so. It hurts. Its uncomfortable. I cannot do anything until it heals. Stupid skin poking my eye.Now that I am home. I want to cry. I tried my best to stay strong in the office. And I did. I told myself that I should wait to go home and cry, and here I am. I want to cry so badly. I want to scream and sob. I'm so scared, shocked, and shaken up, but I cannot cry. Do you know why? The salt in my tears cause agonizing pain into the wounds of my right eye. The more I cry, the more pain I will be in. So I will have to suppress my emotions inside. Maybe another day, maybe another day. I promised pictures, but right now, I'm so shaken up, I don't even want to look at my wounds. I'm sorry.Posted by Super Bunny at 4:53 PM Labels: eyes

Laughing from Distance

What do you do when you miss someone's voice? You pick up the phone and you call them and bother them until your satisfied haha. That night was our first "talk" since however long ago. Monique (jmu), Jay (uva), and I had one of those laughing conversations that revolved around Dave being such a cool guy. Don't get the wrong idea, Dave is always spoken highly of by us =]. Anywhoo, it was good hearing their voices again and just knowing that they're okay (Jay, especially, is having the time of his life =x). As for Monique, she's probably somewhere trying to hold her laughter in but can't, so now the kids around her thinks she's weird lolll. You two really do bring out the goofiness in me, which iono if its good or bad haha. Even so, its good to laugh at nothing and still enjoy every moment of it. Don't ever change just cause your far away. I know that we'll still be connected somehow~this means I'll always have my eyes on you O.O so be careful haha. For those who are far away for college, I hope you guys are okay too. Even though your probably tempted to do this and that, stay focus and never forget where you truly belong.