im Asian but i love italy.

There's nothing better than a nice little lumpia roll (Filipino egg roll for all of your white devils )  but every now and then I fricken enjoy a good canoli. You know those little cream filled pastries that are delicious. Well my work makes them and I bought one and it had NO FILLING. it was a flaky piece of flake. Ew. So I complained and got a new one. They were both delicious. I reallyyyy want to go to Italy. Oh wait. I am. Maybe if I can come up with 900 dollars. Anyone have eight hundred just laying around and want a tax write off?

Poems. Poems. Poems.

There's this "wave" of things happening in life. Like how everything is going digital.
WHOA! PEOPLE USE THE INTERNET??? I know. It's crazy.
But here I am just starting to do this "blogging" thing, and yet I opening cheat on my blog with my
trusty pen and paper.
But you see it's just so hard, because at first it was an affair with the computer rather than the notebook.
But, *covers blogs eyes(?) ears(?)* my blog just didn't cut it. It wasn't there in math class with me when I finished my work and wrote a lovely poem about how I like to procrastinate in math. And it turned out decently, nice even.
But you see the thing is I want to put all of my poems on this blog.
"TO THE CLOUD!" or whatever they're called the internet web space these days.
So that's my project. A poem a day.
I'm going to start tomorrow because once I leave the computer I don't know if I'll come back.
Because I get cold easily sitting here and talking to people and pretending to be cool and "blog".

If Columbus was wrong...

So i guess i should give you the normal teenage schpiel on how my life is so confusing and

i just dont know who i am. But does it really matter who you are if you never knew yourself?
I dont understand when people say, oh i've seen the real side of that person. Uh, no. You
Probably havnt, why? Because people only show you what they want you to see.
If they want you to think they are just so goshh darnn happy. By golly they are going to put a smile on their face, arent they? If they're feeling neglected? Well guess who has a sob story to tell?
Do i sound bitter? Gee, i hope not, because seriously i'm not. Just frusterated. I dont know who i am.
I dont know who people think i am. Am i that 'one girl'? Am i 'oh shes really nice!' girl? Any clues? No?
Yeah, i dont know either. So, my question for the day; is it possible to know someone, if they dont even know themselves?
Yes, well random rambling. Good Night.