To the beauty that holds half my soul;

Happy Sweet Sixteen. Happy happy happy happy happy sweet sixteen. I love you; those three words in itself does no justice for the things that I would do for you, to make you smile. All that I would sacrifice for you, to make sure your okay. The things I would put myself through for you because you simply asked. You are one of the brightest lights in my life. I’ve told you this day in and day out, through all the letters I’ve wrote on your birthday but it still feels like every year I need to remind you; I am truly blessed to have you as my little sister.

I love the way you fight for what you believe.
The way you can make a whole room smile with your presence.
How much of your own person you are.
I love your retarded snort when you laugh and your stupid jokes.
Yeah okay, there not stupid…so you say.
I love your strength and I admire your will.
The way you take life easy, the way it should be.
All good things will come to you.
I love your outer beauty but more importantly your inner.
I love that your there for me, to listen, to hug me and tell me how stupid I am.
I love how sometimes you become my bigger sister when I’m so weak.
Thank you for always believing.
I love you for everything you were.
For everything you are right at this moment.
For the amazing person you will be.

If I could have a wish right now, it’d be to hug you so tight and be able to wish you a Happy Birthday. I’m sorry I can’t. But I’m thinking of you. All my co-teachers know it’s my little sisters birthday, my students too. I wish so badly I could fly across the world and see your smile, but I’m there; I’ll always be there, through it all.

I wish you could see through my eyes how much you’ve grown. I’m so proud of you, I’m so so so proud of you.

You are one of the most important people in my life and I cant even tell you how eager I am to see you in a few months and give you the biggest hug of your life.

I love you and miss you incredibly.

HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH
ALISHA!

And when he looks at me;
his brown eyes tell his soul.

Today was the last day of my GEPT class, it was only seven weeks in total. I get my students to write on my Canadian flag when it’s the last time I see them, and this was the first group of students I had to say goodbye too. There comments just reminded me why I’ve left my family, friends, and the comfort of my home. I do it for the kids and will continue to do so until it’s my time to go home. I’m touched in so many ways.

Many of you dont understand why I still choose to stay in Taiwan and not take my next flight home, this is why:

• Your not like any other teacher, We have lots of fun in your class Steven
• You are my best friend! I’ll miss you forever that I want to say, I love you! Cathy
• I am your good friend! You can come to my house during vacation. (inside joke, during class I would always say I have no friends, they found this amusing. I would especially always ask Simon if I could come to his house during vacation, his answer was no and that he wasn’t my friend either…until his comment on my flag.) Simon
• You`re very funny. Im very lucky to be your student. Good Luck! Charles
• I wish you a wonderful and brilliant life. Darial
  
• Im glad to be your student and friend. You are so good. Vera
• I like you very much! Jeff
• I like you more then Jeff! Stanley
• I like you, you are my best teacher. Mag
• You are so funny. I like you teach me English. You are so nice! Gina
• I wish all your dreams come true. Cindy
• Anka was good! Your so funny and beautiful smile Stella
• Im going to miss you so much! Kiki

There is no feeling better in the world then knowing you made a difference in the lives of others. Like I remember some of my teachers who have had such a positive impact on my life, I hope I could do even a fraction of that for them.

Gas at

68.9?

68 point effin’ NINE baby!!!

Hell YEAH! I’m going to be rolling in my used car with my music up and my smirk on with my friends in the back seat and living life like some sexy super stars.

On a regular basis I choose to check CityTv News to keep root with what’s happening in my country whether good or bad. Recently I just read an article about a missing person who went missing while abroad; specifically in Hong Kong. That touched me more then most other things I read only because I’m abroad and I could only imagine how devastated and helpless my family would feel if one day I did not contact them and never came home. She was suppose to come home but never boarded her flight and hasn’t been heard from in a couple of weeks.

My family and friends feared on a constant basis that I wouldn’t return, my mom still has that fear like any mother would. I’m not safe until she’s able to see me herself. I couldn’t imagine the thoughts that are running through her family and friends minds and my heart indefinitely goes out to that family.

Please just take a moment to view the Facebook page set up for her and the article on CityTv News because I know if I went missing abroad, my family and friends would appreciate all the help they could receive in finding me.

My prayers are with her family and friends but more importantly her.

http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_30345.aspx

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=54077259736&ref=mf

Oh blah, I’m so sick. I can’t stop coughing and my throat is extremely sore. I ate an orange earlier, well two; and now I can’t swallow and it hurts when I speak. Not to mention I sound like an effin’ frog, ribbit ribbit. This sucks.

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

- Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. “Love is the beauty of the soul.”;
St. Augustine

You know what I’m sick of? People that sit on their sorry asses all day doing shit all and then come around once in a while and say something of relative importance and expect other people to listen to their so called demands. Fuck You. The only person in this world, the only person, that can ever demand anything from me that I would ever consider is my mother. Next to my mother, the only person that can ever say something to me and that I would consider because I love her with my whole heart is my sister. Everyone else in the world of eight billion people, can go fuck themselves. People that are part of my family love to run their mouths. They aren’t in my lives, they pop their head around the fucking corner if they want food, a place to sleep, lonely perhaps and when they do; good God, when they do they expect to sit on their royal throne of bullshit and have people listen to them. No. I am not the little girl you can push around anymore. I am not the little girl who is afraid of you. I want things in life, I have goals in my life, and you were no part of that. You didn’t help me get to where I am in my life. You weren’t there when I graduated. You weren’t then when I had my first heartbreak. You weren’t there when I had a good day or a bad day. You didn’t see me grow up. You couldn’t name twenty random facts about me, so who the fuck are you to say what I can and what I can’t do in my life when you weren’t any part of it? When you refuse to contribute and the only contribution you do is speak useless words. Hasn’t anyone ever told you actions speak louder then words? I have never not got anything I wanted, thanks to the man above and my mother. I will continue pursuing what I want and you can continue speaking bullshit and I’ll pretend I give two shits about what you have to say but someday I too will get sick of pretending.
God damnit, men males are frustrating the living crap out of me this last week.

GOOD RIDDANCE.

I’m impatient and I hate the word “no”. When I want something, I want it; right then and now. Patience is a word I don’t understand. I hate when someone says no to me because I ask very rarely. I lack quite possibly the two most important assets in this thing called life, great.

its always told to look before you leap,
for snakes among flowers do creep;
even the prettiest lips can taste bittersweet.