It's Brenda Song!! =) (No, not me!) ; )

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Hi Blog

Hi blog. How are you?
You look kinda...empty...
Sorry I've ditched you!
Made a new blog...yeah...sorry!!
=(
Don't give me that face!!
='(
OK...now you're makin' me feel bad...yeash!!
Anyways, if you want to read my secretive blog, send me your e-mail address by commenting!! =)

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Story of My Braces:

I GOT THE BEST FREAKIN' NEWS EVER!!!!!!
So my orthodontist doctor told me today that I get my braces off....drumroll PLEASE...

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THURSDAY, MAY 12TH, 2011 AT 8 AM!!!
SOO you guys will NOT see me at school that day [at least in the morning], but I hope you'll see me later on!!!! =)

I'm psyched. Okay bye!! =)

Love, Ismae11 =)

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Story of My Spring Break:

With a heavy heart, it's sad to say that spring break is...might as well just say it...OVER. Totally a bummer right?

And the outcome of my trip to Italy and France is:
#1: Too much food makes you fat
#2: Getting a cold causes laryngitis
#3: Smokers are everywhere since there's no laws about it, so just...get away from them!!!
#4: Some people are just plain rude.
#5: Pickpockets are real because I nearly got pick-pocketed.
#6: Cute boys are everywhere, but sadly they never pay attention to Asians--just their ugly girlfriends.
#7: When your ears pop, it hurts.
#8: Don't underestimate my mother; She knows EVERYTHING!!! (Well except the fact I have this blog...)
#9: When I first saw you, I SWEAR I thought you were an angel.
#10: The Mona Lisa is nothing really special. I mean, she's surrounded by a glass and is like really small compared to what pictures say about her.
#11: It'd be really nice if you spoke the language of the country you're gonna to. It'd help. A lot.

Well, on top of everything, I am STILL coughing and getting over a cold. 
I had to lick my snot next to a hot guy I was sitting on the plane with on the way home 'cause my mom didn't have any tissues. 
I sound like a man. 
*no comment*


I keep on having dreams about Ryan. Dear Ryan, please...GET OUT OF MY DREAMS!!! Gaw!!!
Thank you. =)


 I'm freakin' glad that everyone speaks English here haha or mostly English 'cause I'm tired of people speaking Italian or French. Or German. Or Dutch as they say.

I've had people look at me and call me "Chinesey." Well, I mean it's better than being called "Mexican" or "Japanese." 

I was completely ignored most of the time by my ex crush on the trip, and he was surrounded by 3 girls that went with us, though he has a girlfriend, and now I can't look at him the same 'cause I found out he and his girlfriend make out on the staircase. 
*no freakin' comment*

I nearly got pick pocketed on a Metro train by a girl, who smelled like cigarettes. She kept on poking me with her perfectly manicured fingers IN THE STOMACH. She poked me IN THE STOMACH. Perv much? Luckily, they DID NOT take anything from me or Julia, and she got really mad at them and started yelling at them saying, "What are you doing?" And so the girls just backed off her her.

I've seen teachers be really mean to these two black girls, who were on the trip, like saying, "I don't wanna room with a bunch of black girls." So the teacher instead roomed with a "bunch of smokers." Haha. Sucks for her. That's what she gets. =)

I've seen hot boys everywhere, but they were surrounded by their ugly--and I mean UGLY--girlfriends! I was thinking really? REALLY?? Or they had pretty girlfriends. Or they were acting gay. Either three. It was freakin' sad. No, I did NOT meet any cute French boys. (Sorry, Laura) BUT I DID get everyone souvenirs, so remind me tomorrow haha 'cause I might forget. ; )

The Eiffel Tower is really something you should go see. It's beautiful. Oh and you can go to the tippy top in an elevator. Oh--these guys sell stuff underneath the Eiffel Tower, and you're not supposed to, so one time, we watched them run like Forrest Gump out of the Eiffel Tower because the police were chasing them on bicycles! They were running faster than the police!!! =) That was like the highlight of the trip.

Okay not really.

The highlight of the trip was: Even though places are fun to go to and all, you ALWAYS wanna come back home.
Always.
Home is where your heart is, so I GUESS that saying it partly true? Depending on what you believe.


I wrote this really amazing song about Ismae, so Liz, Pen, Laura, or Kennedy, remind me to show you guys tomorrow!!!
Also remind me to show you my journal! I want you guys to read it! =)


But in the end, you always wanna come back home, though the trip was fun.
Always.
In the end. =)


OH! If you want some news about the movie "Maximum Ride": The lady, who directed "Twilight" and "Red Riding Hood" is gonna direct "Maximum Ride." It's gonna suck 'cause she sucks. Hello! "Twilight" could've been better. Just saying.. .=)

Friday, March 11, 2011

My Song #1: Into Space (Pick Me)

By: Ismae11
For: Lizz
Verse #1:
Every time I look at you
I wonder what you’re thinkin’
No one has a clue
What’s going on in your mind when you’re blinkin’
Catch you gazin’ off into space
In the choir room
I can tell from the look on your face
You’ve landed on the moon
Chorus:
I wanna be where you are
No matter how far apart
We might be
I still think you should be with me
Don’t go for her; she’s bad news
And I hope that if you could choose
You’d pick me
Pick me
I want you to pick me
Verse #2:
Got some classes together
And we barely even talk to each other
It seems to be taking forever
To make you realize that there’s another
She’s not even an option
Just a piece of gum on the sidewalk
But what other kind of option
Do I have when I hear you talk?
I wanna be where you are
No matter how far apart
We might be
I still think you should be with me
Don’t go for her; she’s bad news
And I hope that if you could choose
You’d pick me
Pick me
I want you to pick me
Bridge:
I’m the girl you barely see
I’m the girl you wouldn’t believe
Could fall for you
But it’s too late to
Change anything now
Waiting for you to tell me how
We can be together
We’ve got forever
And yet you still don’t see
I want you to pick me
I wanna be where you are
No matter how far apart
We might be
I still think you should be with me
Don’t go for her; she’s bad news
And I hope that if you could choose
You’d pick me
Pick me
I want you to pick me
Catch you gazin’ off into space
In the choir room
I can tell from the look on your face
That you've lande don the moon
You landed on the moon =)

The Story of Us: Taylor Swift

I've had these lyrics in my head, so I wanna get them out 'cause they're bugging me:

The Story of Us by Taylor Swift

Verse #1:
I used to think one day we tell the story of us
How we met, and the sparks flew instantly
And people would say "they're the lucky ones"
I used to know my place was the spot next to you
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on

Oh a simple complication
Miscommunications lead to fallout
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up; I can't break through

Chorus:
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know is it killing you
Like it's killing me? Yeah
I don't know what to say
Since the twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
Next chapter

Verse #2:
How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes
And trying to look busy
And you're doing your best to avoid me

I used to think one day I tell the story of us
How I was losing my mind when I saw you here
But you held your pride
Like you should've held me

Oh I'm scared to see the ending
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you
But I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud




Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know is it killing you
Like it's killing me? Yeah
I don't know what to say
Since the twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Bridge:
This is looking like a contest
Of who can act like they care less
But I liked it better when you were on my side
The battle's in your hands now
But I would lay my armor down
If you'd say you'd rather love than fight

So many things that you wish I knew
But the story of us might be ending soon

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know is it killing you
Like it's killing me? Yeah
I don't know what to say
Since the twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
Now, now
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah
I don't know what to say
Since the twist of fate
'Cause we're going down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

The end.

=)

Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Story Of You: Reason Behind the Name: Ismae

If you wanna know why my name is Ismae, well, this is the story of it.

It all started back in January of 2011 in science class. Okay, so I've known this guy named ______ since 8th grade, and I've always thought he was cute, but I never really liked him. I watched him get girlfriends, and a part of me didn't want him to go out with them. I don't know what part of me wanted him not to, but it did.

Anyways, so 9th grade came around, [and it's STILL 9th grade] and we had science together, and I was thinking okay...not bad...and I guess I never really started liking him until the day we got back from Christmas break, which was [I know this is scary...] January 4th, 2011 on a Tuesday. I don't know why I remembered it, but I did.

And I also don't know why I'm typing this, but I am. I guess a part of me just wants all of this out and the open, and I know no one's really gonna read this or know who I'm talking about unless I'm "following" you on here 'cause you're in my grade, school, and classes, and we're best friends...but we had new seating arrangements, and Ismae and his friend and my girl friend came in always late, and I figured my friend would sit by me and have the boys sit with each other.

Nope.

My friend sat across from me, and his friend sat by her, and guess who sat by me?

Ismae.

And if you're wondering if his name is really Ismae, it's not. I combine my crush's name with my name, and my name is Mae, and his name begins with Is...so...that pretty much gives it away since there's only like 2 names that I know of that start with the name "Is."

And I don't really know what happened to me, but when he instantly sat down next to me, I realized that I liked him. He smelled like a "tropical rainforest." No lie! It was delicious!

Sadly, we don't sit by each other anymore--2 months later--but he sits in front of me.

And yes, he has a girlfriend, and it really crushed me when Lizz and Ninja woman with the ice cube told me at lunch time because I really thought that he and I had something because I don't know...I mean I DO know...it's just odd to express my feelings about it...

I guess this is really what blogging's about? Expressing your true feelings to people, who really don't care?

And it'll be a month and one week TOMORROW--Friday the 11th--I know--I told you I'm crazy!!--since they've been going out, and I really don't think she's into him like he's into her. He acts like he's in love with her, and she acts like she just sees this as another boyfriend to claim she dated; a fling; just something that happened for a bit and then stopped.

And I KNOW when they break up, it's gonna be heart breaking for him. And I wanna be there for him, but then again...I don't know!!!

Still, I don't know whether or not I should get over him. He's all I've ever wanted in a "perfect" boyfriend...please leave your opinions below in the "comment" section of this blog.

I'm done talking about Ismae.

=/

Story of the Night #1: Boys Boys Boys

What's the point of having boys on this planet besides reproduction? Besides that, boys are just a waste of time, immature beings, who'd rather think about girls in bad ways than school work!! They listen to rap music and watch those terrible rated R movies that have stuff in it and cuss and call girls hot, thinkin' that's ATTRACTIVE. 

It's not.

Well, there ARE some sweet, kind romantic boys, who aren't as perverted as those gangsta dudes I mentioned up above. But just be careful, who your boyfriend is, 'cause he may and may not be or seem like who he REALLY is.

One day, I pray that everyone on this planet finds the perfect boyfriend/husband or girlfriend/wife, and I hope guys will soon realize that if they treat a girl right, then that's all a girl could ask for.

And that's the story of the night.

=)

The Story of Me:

Hi! My name is Ismae11. I'm 15, and I am from the South--Mississippi. I'm Asian, so please don't hate. ; ) J/K!!! Haha anyways, I hope that you enjoy reading my blogs, and I'm not really good at blogging, so please have mercy on me! I love writing books and songs, and I MIGHT post some songs on here that I've written myself, so please don't steal 'cause there's a copyright on here, and I WILL find out. =)

STALKERS!!!!