ParaNorman

Thank you, you've reminded me how strong I am. The suck-ups I've been doing all this time has almost left me in oblivion. People think I'm negative, but you are right, behind this poker face, is an everyday fighter.

Being quiet different, I never got bullied, got pulled aside, locker got "freak" word every morning, or head got pushed into the toilet seat in school. Only once in a while, I get stares, that's all. Maybe it's the different culture. People don't get bullied here by being quiet, or that you can see spirits or talk to them.

But somehow I can connect my characteristic in Norman. He isn't interested in making friends, or get involve in the school play. In fact, he gets annoyed all the time except he has taste normal people don't have - zombies. He is different because he has a gift (if you rather call it a gift), that even his family doesn't buy it.

Well, of course zombies not my cup of tea, nor I'm paranormally gifted. At least he is better than me I guess. Having at least a square friend like Neil isn't that bad, who would stand up for you, and believe in your "gift" and try to understand you.

When you only get stares, you have positive words to move on. Yes he gets bully but never being negative. He is a fighter. He turns the table in the end, and persuades Aggie to let go.

You don't have to make a great breakthrough to be a fighter. You are already a fighter, even in a very insignificant way. You fight not to have conflict, to be calm against agitation, for textbook instead of facebook, or food cravings. These everyday battles make you a fighter. You will never, ever underestimate yourself!

If you can't get through my words, how can you get through my head?

Your Separation and My Social Anxieties

If you can't define us (you don't deserve to!), get the hell out of here!!

I'm sorry if my fake eyebrows and cosmetic lenses distracted you for a second. Because they aren't perfect. If somehow they bothered you because they aren't real, you can just leave and look somewhere else. Maybe I don't worth your time. I like to look better in photos, because I'm not as photogenic as you are.

I don't feel sorry if my sexiness has offended you somehow. Because that's made me who I am. Current environment has oppressed me to its limit. I need a better one to open up myself and express myself better. Not only in my writing, but how I present myself out there. When you can't take it, you have an issue. And deal with it!

You have made me happy. Whenever you are around, you always bring out the real and natural me. I started to realized, you are my skin. My world only comes together whenever you are around. We don't have emotional barrier, not to mention language one. But Mandarin has made me weirdo somehow. That day, you have told me I'm your best friend. I never thought I'd hear it at this complicated stage of my life. You are an unsung hero.

As long as I'm happy, and I never hurt anyone. I don't blame anyone. I don't fit the environment. I have to be strong and ride this out. Out of your sight and mind. Someday, I will say goodbye, and fly away.

No.405, Passionate Lane, Loveland

When the heads turned, I was like "a-hem, okay, there you go". Then eyes and ears were opened up to me. My heart pounded a thousand pounds per minute. And so I shared my introduction of my very first article in my seat. Believe me, I don't like attention. Good or bad. Fortunately, my introduction got a good nod. Booya!

My subsequent all-nighter has taken its toll on my memory lately. You saw the sign. Piñacolada has become my number one drink, please remember it for me love. Thanks for the recommendation. It was love at first taste. It tasted as sweet as it looked. You must be grateful I'm a teetotaler.

Then came the Mexican cuisine. Too bad I don't get the chance to taste the pure from your country. I'm glad that I know now they don't taste as good as you've tasted before. I appreciate the experience though. Guacamole & chips, or taco, guess which one is my favorite?

Oh, don't forget New Shanghai, your favorite chinese there. You ranked it first. See, my memory retains only your information. I see you are smiling from ear to ear now. So am I. Just to see your child not only at heart, but on your face too. Smile for me. Cheeeeze!

Thanks for making that face for me. Nothing beats being silly and laughed. Do you know this is a classic photo? To ask for your silly face is like asking for a moon and a star from you. It beats diamond ring too, you know.

Ok, enough of your attention. Now my highlights. Thanks for being silly with me. Trying on your giant new pant even sillier. Now, you really have to admit of your bigger waistline. You'd been so fatty, cheesy, starchy, and sugary. You have a cut-back work to do or an abstention. You're not getting young.

Thanks for making me a celebrity to the club. I was so beautiful to the club those bouncers recognized me. I may had have given them long kisses into the night if you weren't around. They should had asked for my signature, don't you think so? Your baby-s, honey-s, honey bunny-s just started to grow familiar with me. It has sounded so intimate now. And that they are only from you to me.

Quality time, when we have it after a long distance is all we have. We either take it on the fast or the slow lane. No cheap island, no cheaper flights, no cheap tourist places. Just some quality time. Even only reading a book by the pool, trips to healthy food, paper in the morning, sipping drinks at the pub, chomping buffet and played some dress up. Slow dancing in public place at the balcony was so special to me. Gosh, why everything so movie-like?

Accepted

I almost felt the inside pompom goddess would jump out of me, waving her little pink pompons in hands singing "Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey!"

Because I have two great news I want to spread. Firstly, I won the USD 10 million lottery boyfriend lectured me not to buy. He said in the United States, lottery is considered bad and a kind of gambling, you bet on your luck, while poker game is a game of skill, and you don't play it by luck, you could live up just by playing professionally. I thought: how thrilling living only by playing game. I swear I'd love to live only by playing day in and day out and not to work my ass off building someone else's business.

Because that's what a degree is for. You learn so you work for someone richer than you.

But today, really, I become a millionaire in one night. Boyfriend is really impressed of me despite his lecture. God really bless me.

Now, the media has made me famous. I have to put you under the radar for a while. I'm sorry for that. I hope you don't mind. You know how people will stalk me and you on Facebook!

Secondly, I'm about to meet the man of my dream, very soon. This time is different as he will be coming on his private jetplane. He promised to take me to the Neverland to meet Tinker Bell and friends. An escapism of my routine and conservatism in the society. He said my mind is cluttered. So nice of him.

I'm really looking forward to see how both things will turn out - when money is well spent.