Bruno Mars "When I Was Your Man"

This song makes me filled with so many emotions. It makes me fluttery, calms me down, upsets me, makes me laugh, but it in the end, it saddens me lol.

I feel his pain through the song, but at the same time, it makes me realize how dumb guys are. How slow they are. How they take their good girls for granted. How they realize things and see it all in the long run. How they have to learn it the hard way. How they don't really know what they're talking about.

It's not that hard: give a girl some time, some attention, some surprises, some kisses and hugs, some thoughtful texts, and some support.

But they will never understand.

Justin Timberlake: "Mirrors"

Let the summer love and fun begin. Whenever I hear JT music, I know it's going to be a great summer. He always sets the mood. 

'Nuff Said.

My ideal guy. He is the epitome of Marsha's future, lol.

Diplo: Set it Off

This is why I want to take a few pole dancing classes. 

Flaws and all

There's something so beautiful about the little dimples on your faces, the scars embarked onto your skin, the stretch of your skin illuminating on your thighs, the dents on your butt and the wrinkles creased around your eyes.

They're disgusting, and we hate 'em.
That's why we avoid our smiles, conceal our scars, smother coconut butter on our stretch marks, make sure our butts are not revealed, and that we don't laugh hard enough to squint our eyes.



Perhaps those minor flaws are what make you unique. There's a story behind every scar.
Like your parents loved your cheeks so much that they'd poke 'em to form those dimples.
When you had the chicken pox and scratched uncontrollably but you don't remember because you were three years old at the time, or perhaps that phase when you were breaking out as a teenager.
The time when you either lost or gained weight. Maybe you have even given birth.
Those moments when you had the cheesiest smiles for all of your photos, or laughed with your eyes squinted.

We weren't born to be perfect, and we will never be perfect.
Until the day we accept that there is no such thing as perfection or normality, maybe then we would simply see the beauty through everything.


Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so who made up these rules anyway?
A little bit of scars here and there won't hurt (just make sure you don't get too much lol).


"Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem."

FOR ALL YOU FRANK OCEAN FANS!

Sivey: Pink Matter (Sivey Slow Burn Edit)

If you knew me in high school, I had crazy dreams. I was a believer, and a dreamer.
I knew deep in my heart, I had a sole purpose of living life... and that I wasn't put on Earth just because, not just to live.
I wanted to change the world.
I wanted to save the world.
At least, I could make a difference in somebody's life.

I was that girl that everybody knew "She's going places."
Occasionally, I spent as much time as I could to hang out with students with disabilities, or volunteer.
And I was that girl who had the biggest passion to stop trafficking, and those going through genocide. I never felt so good writing a 10 page research paper on human trafficking, and crying while I wrote about it. Even up to this day, I have to suck it in when guest speakers talk about those topics-- and I am so good at it!

My best friends and I used to stay up all night talking about our dreams. Our dreams of going to Africa and helping those in need. She wanted to join the Peace Corps. I just wanted to sacrifice my life for somebody. I wanted to feel so compelled by somebody's lifestyle and culture. While everyone dreamed of living in London and Paris, I was dreaming of meeting African tribes, the women in the Middle East, and the poor in India.

Those were my dreams... dreams of being an empowering woman, dreams of being a traveling journalist, dreams of just being a woman of the world. It sounds extreme, I know, but it seemed so... attainable, and so worth it.

And only a few people know about these dreams (partially or even to its entirety): my ex. my HS friends.

I reached to the lowest point in my life though.
It was about 3 years ago when my ex (after a year of our break up) randomly texted me, "Are you still trying to be woman of the world?"

I simply told him, "I'm just busy trying to be Marsha Yang first."
And I was. It took me my whole college life trying to slowly pick up the pieces, and find myself. Fix myself. To be who I once was, or to be better.

And only one of my HS friend can honestly tell me that she would be disappointed if I didn't finish what I started, or that she always saw me as THIS person, or THAT person.

A couple of weeks ago, I rekindled with one of my old HS buddies. It's funny how things never really changed. We still jog, play tennis, eat, chitchat, and even shower together like old times. What's even funnier is how we still talk about the same thing. She still wants to do the Peace Corps. I still want my life-changing journey. We both just talk about wanting to see the world.

It's these people who remind me of everything I wanted and dreamt in my life.
Now that I finally feel like I'm at the climax of my life again, I'm ready. Ready to engage in this world.


I'm hoping 2013 will be the change in my life that I've been waiting for.