Art of Transformation

Society making people narrow-minded, I fit that category.

Anger is a secondary emotion.

When I'm angry, I ask myself--What am I fearful of?

I need to ask myself.. What am I afraid of? What's the truth? What is the gift in this moment? What is this really about? How old do I feel right now? Will this affect me in 10 minutes? 1 hour? 1 week? 1 year? Who am I really? What do I really want? What am I grateful for? What is the positive intention behind their behavior? What is the meaning? What do I need to let go of? What is forgiveness? Who do I need to forgive?

Every step makes you feel better and stronger, then positive reinforcement will soon come and motivation will stay up.

Try having a relationship with yourself. No that doesn't mean to masterbate.

I'm still learning the process of this. It's harder than I thought. By the way I talked to Vincent about it, it seems like I'm not trying at all, or I'm careless. I don't think I'm trying much.

So who am I to preach about this subject when I'm barely undergoing the process?

I woke up late today. Today is the second day I missed school, either this time or next time, I get dropped out. I'm screwed. My mom caught me skipping so I had to make an excuse. I feel so bad. I remember I lied to my mom to get $11 (I said it's for school) and then thirty minutes later, I admitted to her that I lied and felt bad. She ended up happily giving me the money anyways for being honest to her.

My toe isn't showing any mercy aganist me; It's still swollen. Great America was well worth it though. Fun people, fun day. (:

At least I'll be having fun going to a waterballoon fight today. Hopefully Michelle, Rachel, and Baochau comes. I didn't tell Rachel yet, she hasn't signed on. Rachel, if you're reading this, call my HOUSE phone by 2pm! My sister took my phone.

The new AIM looks neat; I like it.

I'm not dreaming over anyone at the moment. Yes, that means I moved on.

" Die bad gummy(negative thoughts) die! "

Or are the red gummies just discriminating aganist the green gummy?

:(

This is also how I feel when I walk to Kwikee. The shop right behind my house. There's so much crackheads stinking there. I need a bodyguard.

You guys should start commenting my blog. I know you're reading it because you IM me about my blog or we talked about it. I don't like lurking readers--even though I do the same! shh ~

Upside, I slept with a smile.

Someone* on facebook messaged me and told me,

"Hi Trisha! My friend who's a friend of your friend ( sorry for the confusion), showed me a your picture so i made a facebook to tell you how pretty i think you are (:! And i think you look adorable!"

Thanks (: