"Bit more of a lefty than a righty", according to my "sistarr", Tracy, if yannoe what I mean, even though I am right-handed xD
Soo..this Tumblr came into being on Tuesday, June 1st, 2010..haha let's get this started..
Tumblr: my addiction inhealthy, AI for short
"Live it up"
A little info about me:
|| Born Vincent Chee Ping Fung at 1:16pm on Friday, September 21st, 1990, in San Francisco, CA. Born and raised here in the City. Currently residing in the city of La Jolla in San Diego County, CA, for educational purposes.
|| School of the Arts c/o 2008. City College of San Francisco 2006-2011. University of California, San Diego 2011-14. Hopeful educator one day (elementary or
community college/university). Double majoring in Chinese Studies and Music, with an emphasis in Vocal Performance , possible minor in Religious Studies. "The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires." --William Arthur Ward
|| I speak English, can speak Mandarin Chinese, can understand Cantonese Chinese, and have studied Tagalog and Russian!
|| Vegetarian since 1995! Life-long status starting late Fall 2006. No meat, seafood, onions, garlic, leeks, chives, shallots, tobacco, alcohol. Also still working on getting rid of eggs and dairy..maybe one day I'll be vegan! =P
|| I love, love, LOVE God, and nothing can ever change that about me 0=]
//// Tian Yuan Temple (TYTT 天元道院) in San Mateo, CA
\\\\\\ Tian Yuan Youth Class: Group Leader!
//// Tian Yu Temple (TYT 天育壇) in San Francisco, CA
//// St. Thomas More Catholic Church (STM) in San Francisco, CA
\\\\\\ STM 8PM Choir ("Filipino Choir"): Bass
\\\\\\ Faith and Love in Action Youth Group (FLA): Lead Minister, Faith Coordinator
\\\\\\ St. Benedict's Young Adult Group (SBYAG): Member
\\\\\\ Lay Minister: Music, Lector, Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion
//// The Newman Center Catholic Community at UCSD
\\\\\ Student Minister: Liturgy Committee
7:00PM Evening (6:30PM) [Student] Choir: Bass
Those important around me, the ones that hold me up and keep me strong, everyone of them is enveloped and wrapped in this thing that they call…well, there’s no need to name it. Everyone know what it is. But what about me?
When will it be my turn? I ask myself this each and everyday. I tell myself little lies to try to dispel these thoughts from my mind, but it’s never enough. Am I just not good enough? What am I doing wrong? Why not me?
Do I settle for loneliness? Do I settle for pushing everything away and giving it all up? Do I settle for universality? I don’t want to settle, but that’s all I ever seem to be able to do.
When will it be my turn? When will come the day that I too will be wrapped and enveloped in this emotion, this state, this warmth, this grace? My heart has yearned for this for far too long and yet no one seems to hear my cry. Dejected, lonely, discarded, rejected. Into the corner I go, with all the dust bunnies and cobwebs.
I hate spiders. This sea of sorrow overwhelms and consumes me. Sometimes I feel like I’m not worth it. Why is it that this is the one need that has yet to be fulfilled in my life? What am I doing wrong? Why must I doubt myself so? Why cannot anyone come to show me my worth, someone of worth, someone who can give to me what I yearn to give to them?
Words fall in front of empty ears. No one cares enough to listen. No one cares enough to stay. No one cares enough to pray. No one cares enough to share. I’ve oftentimes tricked myself into thinking that there was some hope, some light at the end of the tunnel.
But that’s all they are: tricks, deceptions, false hopes, lies. Perhaps I’m not meant to play this part. Perhaps I’m not meant to be in this show. Perhaps I’m not meant to be on this stage.
Away, begone, I banish thee. Away, begone, I vanquish thee. Away, begone, I relinquish thee. Oh that the sighs and mourning would reach thine ears. Oh that my weeping would for once be heard. Oh that the valley were not so deep and not so dark. Extricate me. Liberate me. Free me.