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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Contradictions in a Word

*WARNING: RANT INITIATING*
those with short attention spans just skip over all this cuz I don't need you anyway


We’re reading Macbeth in English right now. Learning about Lady Macbeth’s contradictions reminded me of one thing, My parents. They’re always contradicting what they say. If I come home and can’t find anything to eat and I call them, they get mad. Today I made my own snack, and they yelled at me for not “cleaning up", even though i put everything away. My mom told me that she saved the pan from the last time I made fries and covered it. When I see stuff covered, I don’t touch it, it obviously means DON’T TOUCH. But alas, I was wrong, I am always wrong.

When the table needs to be set for dinner, they call me, no not my sisters who are in middle & elementary school and don’t have any homework or tests. Me. It’s always ME! Then they say I don’t should spend time studying for school. When I’m in my room doing homework, they tell me to take a “break". And no, that doesn’t mean go watch some T.V. or get a snack. A break means “godolaundryandfoldtheclothesandcleanthetableandwashthedishesandfeedthedogandwatertheplants…etc" You get the idea, basically chores.

Another one of my mother’s most common contradictions are about food. If my sisters and I ask her to buy Chocolate Chewy granola bars, she’ll come home with TLC Natural berry/nut bar things.

Mother: This is so good! Why don’t you eat it. You told me to buy these and now you don’t even eat them! This is a waste of my money.

Me: We asked you to buy ____ not _____. We like the other ones.

Mother: Don’t ask me to buy anything anymore. You just waste my money, look at these, they’re much healthier and you want that.

It’s just so frustrating like the tsar in his tug of war of power with the citizens of Russia, on its way to democracy. My parents will just keep giving me “power" and taking it back. Its like a good old war of diplomacy.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

What is Life?

*WARNING: RANT INITIATING*
those with short attention spans just skip over all this cuz I don't need you anyway


OK, so we all have those philosophical moments when we just sit down and wonder about life. There’s this kid at school, his name is Kyle. He’s your typical class troublemaker; always talking, making jokes, and yelling across the room to his friends. He’s also a jock, one of the “Popular" people, and apparently a chef. One day we were talking about life, and school, and our futures, and what we wanted to do. He said football. Me? I still have no idea. Don’t know. There are so many things, career choices, lifestyle paths. Anyway, I think maybe he could be a chef. Today we struck up a conversation on food, after watching the film, Pleasantville, in class. He told me how for dinner he baked huge pasta shells, with asparagus, tomato sauce, and some seasoning in the oven. I can make french macarons, as impressive that may be, I could never make pasta shells stuffed with whatever in it. There you go, Kyle Brennan, culinary trailblazer.

I have no idea what I’m gonna do with my life. Wouldn’t it be awesome to be a model? Sorry gotta be tall, 5’ 1" won’t cut it. Olympic swimmer? Sorry gotta be fast for that. Inventor? I probably wont be the person to invent whatever silly gizmo kids are crazy about; silly bands, pillowpets. *Sigh* And my grades! Don’t even get me started on my grades! They say Asian spelled with the A’s is just Sin. I have a C in spanish right now, I’m just waiting for the progress grades to come home so my parents can kick me out of the house. This kind of feels better, blogging my problems. HAHAHA. I can’t believe I just said that, whatever. The only thing is, there’s no one to comment, or react to my emotions. I totally feel like Jenna from Awkward now, am I the only one that thinks that Ashley Rickards looks better without makeup on?

Monday, August 13, 2012

Levels of a Household Pyramid

*WARNING: RANT INITIATING*
those with short attention spans just skip over all this cuz I don't need you anyway


Have you ever wondered about levels? ranks? floors? Buildings have ranks. The basement, were the rats live and dust bunnies collect. The lobby/waiting room/place where people go in to get to their floor, whatever you wanna call it. Basically, the doorman/secretary whatever works there, doing the same thing, ” Hello, how can i help you?” God that’s just so frustrating, who could spend their life doing that as a living. Then we have the floors, with the usual, whatever offices/rooms. But at the top, we have the floor with the amazing view/penthouse.

Do you notice how the top is always superior? Why not the bottom? Why has through out history and life the top is always the best? The saying “low man on the totem pole” might not actually mean “I have little or no status and have to answer to everyone above me” Here’s some Wikipedia definition on what it means, cuz I’m too lazy to spell it out for you.

“The vertical order of images is widely believed to be a significant representation of importance. This idea is so pervasive that it has entered into common parlance with the phrase “low man on the totem pole.” This phrase is indicative of the most common belief of ordering importance, that the higher figures on the pole are more important or prestigious. A counterargument frequently heard is that figures are arranged in a “reverse hierarchy” style, with the most important representations being on the bottom, and the least important being on top. There have never been any restrictions on vertical order; many poles have significant figures on the top, others on the bottom, and some in the middle. Other poles have no vertical arrangement at all, consisting of a lone figure atop an undecorated column.”

Anyway back to me. When you think of the common household, what do you think of? The common mediocre family? 2 parents, a bother, a sister, and maybe even a dog. In this family there are only levels, The Parents and the children & dog. The children and dog are treated as equals, but are governed by the level above them, the parents. I don’t know if that’s the way it works in your family, but in mine… Lets just say its no where near close to that.

About me


name: isabelle huynh

age: 18

hometown: san jose, california

pets: pomeranian/poodle mix, named nero // poodle/shih tzu, named louis

hobbies: photography // cooking // traveling

food: croissants

band/artist: the weeknd // kehlani // ellie goulding

tv show: gossip girl // friends // (i really like tv)

movie: the first time

books: peak// the overachievers // lets get lost

sports: swimming

something unique: I'm a mermaid