I am not: as strong as I think I am.
I love: looking back on good memories.
I hate: being pessimistic.
I hear: music in everything.
I regret: spilled milk.
I cry: when I lose hope, when I get more hope than I could've ever dreamed, or when you're not around to see me cry. 
I care: enough to be called naive.
I always: try to be positive.
I long to: give people what they deserve.
I feel alone: when even God isn't there next to me.. which is rare.  ^^
I listen: whenever I can.  Er, except in class.  >.>;
I hide: from strangers.
I drive: people crazy.
I sing: like Luciano Pavarotti.  Kidding; I sing in the shower.
I dance: like a dorky blade of grass on a windy day.
I write: in my xanga, cos' it is just so awesome.  Now I am kissing-up.  The xanga administrator would be proud of me.
I breathe: because it's a privilege.
I miss: the people from San Jose and a particular person that I already see everyday at MTHS..
I say: things without thinking, and regret it afterwards.
I feel: content, yet unfulfilled.  It's complicated.
I succeed: when I really try.
I fail: at waking up on time.
I dream: day and night of happiness.. and not just my own.
I sleep: like an effing bear.  Don't wake me up this winter.
I want: for forever to exist.
I worry: about Phuc.  >_<
I give my all: when I'm in love.
I fight: when I'm pissed off.
I wait: for time to pass.
I am: more than useless.
I think: you are groovy.
I can't: be mature for a day. >.>
I stay: always changing.
I wonder: if you will still be in my life many years from now.