What can I say?
What can I do?
you're still in love
but I'm so over you...

The Hidden Track

We're just two people destined to collide...

And the beat goes on...

The title says it all.. for some reason, crying myself to sleep never feels better in the morning. I'm a thinker who thinks too much. Jawan used to say that he wasn't the one hurting me, that I was the one hurting myself. I see what he means now, and for the most part he was right. I can't really blame anyone else for my thoughts, except myself. And I'm really trying to find a way to get myself OUT OF IT.

Say Anything

I never really have the spare time to actually sit & write. Every day is the same, and nothing really inspires me to want to write anything "blog-worthy". But during moments like these, I get an urge to say SO much, but the minute my fingers touch the keys, I go blank. Writer's block. And when this happens, I still have music playing inside my head. I wonder why I have to write anything for anyone to understand how I feel & what I want to say. Can I say it through song? I tweeted that I wished I could answer people by breaking out into song, like the show Glee (haha yes, I love that show.. fantastic.. HULU it ;) ). Maybe by posting songs with a little intro to why I was posting it, then you would understand what is raging inside of me right now. I seem to post songs/videos everywhere I venture online. I hope you guys don't get sick of it. It is the only way I know to communicate without tripping over words.

As seen on the AMA's

This song is just a beautiful R&B song to me.. This is how R&B should sound like, not some lusty caricature of love..

I definitely need to get out of nightlife if I hadn't already had the mindset to do it before. Seems my ex-boyfriend, the one I have a restraining order against, has found out that I live in Charlotte and has now moved into the area. That's also another sign that I need to move to California as soon as possible. I know I deserve a lot of things, karma-wise, but I don't think having a stalker is what you call my just awards.

I love this song

I'm a Noob :)

I haven't posted the link to my blog on any of my frequently visited sites because I'm still trying to figure out if it's such a great idea to have ALL my thoughts revealed publicly. But, I do talk a lot, and sometimes I have no one to confide in except myself. Maybe this is a good thing. Let's figure it out. Advice anyone?

For you Tsa

NOT defined by my race. I am not a successful model b/c of the bombs my parents had to avoid as a child. I am not a good student b/c they had to run from commies. My relationship status has nothing to do with my father toiling in rice fields in the sun or the heartache they had to deal with to get me here. It is my culture- beautifully tragic and something to be honored and educated on-- NOT to be your fetish.