Will a rose by any other name smell as sweet?

Today, I realized, my parents don't know how to spell my name.
Either that, or I've been spelling it wrong my whole life.

I am Trisha Teo Tsuihsia.
See, it's special because I'm T^3. You know, T-cubed? Okay, actually that's pretty lame, it doesn't sound very nice either. But whatever.

My parents think its Trisha Teo Hsuihsia.
How on earth does anyone pronounce HSUIHSIA. Teva, you try. YOU TRYYY!

Cannot right?
If you say you can, you're lying. it's like "Huh-Sui-See-Ah"
That's crap.
Or it'll be SUI-SIA. THAT'S TERRIBLE! I refuse to be SuiSIA.

And you know what?
When I told my parents they've spelt it wrong, they said
"Really? No way, I gave you the name, I know better."
"Don't tell me I've been spelling my name wrong my whole life."
"I think you have.."

That's when I pull out my IC.
And they don't have anything left to say.

:)

Until..

"I think the name on your IC is wrong.."

OH NOEEEESSS FMLFMLFMLFML.

xxx

Let me tell you.
Don't. ever. I repeat, EVER. dare call me SUISIA. I'll go SUISIA ON YOUR ASS.

And, Justin, don't call me XiaoSa or XiaoDiDi(honestly, where got XiaoDiDi don't have a xiaodidi.) anymore. I'll beat you up.

Okay :)

That's all!

all we ever did was move around,
i was always the new kid;
never the cool kid.

xox, trish

My Heart Was Racing, My Head Was Screaming.

I think I'm in love :)

Christofer Drew!

http://www.myspace.com/nevershoutnever

xxx

I'll sit back and I'll watch the show.
I'll lay awake and I'll watch the stars as they collide.

Heregoesnothin, Nevershoutnever.

Come on, get high.

It's been so long since I went to school.
I was looking through pictures and yeah, I have no distinct memories of myself waking up in the early morning, dragging my feet to the bathroom and getting ready, wearing that blue uniform.

I know I used to take about 30 minutes to get my hair done.
I know I used to be late for school, but since I was a prefect, I slip in and out without being noticed.

Uhm, I actually don't see a point in this. Okay moving on.
Tomorrow I'll be heading to the Talent Competition in school, then off to Pavilion with Amy and WeiYing.

I'm excited and happy. I missed them so much.

xxx

Uh. I'm gonna get a new casing for my iPhoneee! It's gonna be red :D

Yay!

xox, trish

I'm sick & tired

..of being spoken to like I'm retarded.

You don't have to fucking enunciate every fucking word AS though I don't fucking understand you.
There is NO need to fucking patronize me.

I'm not who I remember I was.
Not anymore, no.

6 A.M

It's almost 6 in the morning and I still can't sleep. Let's just say, I'm waiting for the sun to rise.

I watched this Japanese drama quite some time ago called 'One Litre of Tears'. It's incredibly sad and trust me, I started crying the first 20 minutes of the first episode.
However, I am a baby and I cry very easily. More so when I read books or watch movies.
I cried watching The Lion King and The Land Before Time. Mind you, I even cried during Lilo & Stitch and that was barely sad.

That's besides the point anyway.

In 'One Litre of Tears', there was this guy who wasn't exactly extremely good looking. But he ended up growing on me as most guys in Korean and Japanese dramas do.

His name is Ryo Nishikido and he played Asou-kun. His character was a very sweet gentle person.
I have to say, he is an incredible actor. When he broke down and started to cry I felt like the world was about to end. Of course, I'm also extremely dramatic and I over-analyse things sometimes.

About 10 minutes ago, I was checking out some more Japanese dramas and I stumbled upon 'Last Friends' which was said to be very good. I saw him in the picture and decided to watch the first episode just to see what the drama is like.

After the first episode of the drama though, I decided I didn't want to continue watching. Instead, I looked for spoilers because I was still curious enough.
See, in this show, he's a good reliable guy that loves his girlfriend. But he beats her up too.

He played his part very well, I'll admit. In that scene where he threw her on the floor and started hitting and kicking her. I was completely thrown in to the situation. Extremely convincing, his body language, the lip-biting, his hair covering his eyes. That scene, he looked really really hot. But if I had a gun, I'd have shot him in the stomach.

Why stomach? Slower death, more pain.

I'll say this so it's clear. I absolutely CANNOT watch a guy beat a girl up. Especially if she does not fight back.

To top it all off, if he were to pick her up and hug her and apologize as if it solved everything in the end, I'd freakin' FLIP OUT.

I've seen this similar idea in Japanese drama, this time a movie called 'Akai Ito'. The actor that played the guy that beat his girlfriend up acted in 'Hana Kimi' as a somewhat gay but pretty adorable fella.

In 'Akai Ito', I completely hated the guy.

In these Japanese shows, both of the guys love the girl they're with, but still beat them up. They also both die in the end.
With a letter or message apologizing for not being able to be enough for the girl, and saying they'll set her free.
As noble as it is, and as sad as I felt knowing they died. I had half a mind to scream, "Well you deserved it, asshole!"

Gosh, where am I going with this?

Look, I'm angry. So angry that I had to watch a guy beat a girl up till she was whimpering on the floor and crying because of how much it hurt. Begging him to stop.

Yes, it's a movie/drama, but I'm pretty sure people in reality DO go through situations like these. And what I don't understand is why these Japanese writers have to put it that way. Why must it be that these women get abused in their respective relationship? Seems a tad bit sadomasochistic. Like they think hurting themselves and women is arousing.

Also, what of these girls? Can they just let men hit them and still stay with these same men?
Honestly, if you say pain is love, I'll fucking kill you right now.

I'd scream. Not a scared, please help me scream. A pissed off, you seriously don't want to mess with me scream. As loud as I can go. Till my voice broke. I would snap and temporarily go completely insane. Even so, I wouldn't lift a finger. I know physically, I'd lose. But the things I'd say would be so venomous, even being in that same vicinity would burn a hole in your balls.

Of course I know that wouldn't work. If someone's got a mojo, they'll stay in their zone until they're completely satisfied.

Pfft, if the Big Brother Theory was effective in the world, I'd be shipped off and killed for having violent thoughts.

And then we have rapists. Men who force themselve's upon women.
Have you ever thought of how disgusting the person would feel having a stranger inside them?
How helpless they would be once it starts?

Eventually, I think they'd lose their will to fight. It's already happening. He's already got you. Right there, if you were to die, it would be the best thing in the world. A bullet to the head would be heaven to what was happening right there. If he didn't kill you, you'd spend the rest of your life traumatised and disgusted with yourself.

I wouldn't wanna die without my clothes on though.

I'm a tad bit sick in the head, aren't I?

People who do those things should burn and rot in the deepest level of hell, sweating into their open wounds.

So, I shouldn't have watched that one episode. It's got me totally pissed off.

xox, trish

Well Hello, I Wasn't Dreaming After All.

You know the line, "you don't know what you got till it's gone"?

I've experienced that.
One day, I learned to cherish everything I have and make full use of it so that I don't feel like something's gone to waste.

However, sometimes situations like these are unavoidable.
When the thing that you have HAS to go. Because, in truth, it never really belonged to you in the first place.

Like a best friend.
People always leave. But it doesn't mean they don't -- come back.

Okay, I'll get straight to the point.

Sometimes you don't really know how much you miss someone till that person is gone. When you get used to them being gone, you eventually get used to trying not to miss them. And soon, a part of you doesn't miss them so much anymore.

You think about them everyday, wonder what they're doing, if they're okay and if they're thinking about you too; but you feel completely fine being without them. Because you are.

Sometimes, you get so used to them being away, you don't expect to see them anymore. Or anytime soon at least.

However, sometimes people can surprise you. Especially if said people are my idiot best friends.

They show up out of the blue when you need them most. The funny thing is, you don't even realize how much you need them till you see them right in front of you.

I didn't.
I didn't realize I've spent the past 8-9 months just needing that person to talk to like before. I didn't realize how much I loved texting in the middle of the night at some ungodly hour. I didn't know how much I miss the phone calls that replied my sad text messages to check if I was okay. Most of all, just the idea that all that was just a text message or phone call away.

You don't expect it and it catches you by surprise and all of a sudden, you don't ever want them to leave. Because them being here just makes everything alright again.

You really don't know what you have till it's gone. But I believe you'll appreciate it way more when it comes back, and you're reminded of all the things that made you love it in the first place.

xxx

I'm really glad you're home.

xox, trish